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madametamma · 2 years ago
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The reason why Alicia didn’t take Danny in after he lost his family in TUE is because when she found out they died due to Danny’s cheating, she couldn’t bring herself to forgive Danny. Everyone who cared about those who were lost, Sam and Tuck’s families, Lancer’s, etc, all blame Danny to some degree. Danny could see it in their eyes at the funeral.
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barleyo · 6 months ago
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Consequence.
Adoptive Dad! Enji Todoroki X Fem! Reader (smut)
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A/N: nobody asked for this but idc :3 i wrote this as a b-day present for myself!! i luv this old abusive man so bad oh my god!!! nasty old man who tries to be good but fails so miserably :3 old man who is just MEANT to be awful and abusive and gross!! luv it!!! i wanted to do a full on incest fic w him but idk if anybody would be interested >_< just let me know!!
Tags: adoptive-incest (daddy-daughter), age gap (18-50s), p in v, purity, sexual abuse mentions, loss of virginity, allusions to physical abuse, size difference, creampie, gross nasty stuff in general
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Once all of his kids had given him a final 'fuck you' and left him on his own, Enji felt the pressure of loneliness crash down on him. Being on top in the hero rankings was worthless to him when he came home to an empty house. Every second he sat alone in his house, he realized that it was simply too big for just one man. It had never been a home, only a house where a fragmented family resided. Only once his kids fled did that realization hit him. 
He needed to fill the space and quick, and more than that, he needed to start over. He wanted to redeem himself somehow. Whole new family for a whole new man. 
But dating was hard at his age, and all the decent women were taken. Only fame-chasing whores were interested in him at this point, and he couldn't blame them. What the hell else did he have to offer? No woman would want to be with a tired, emotionally constipated, divorced, middle-aged man. Nor would any want to have kids with one, especially not at his age. 
Adoption it was. Simple enough. Plenty of kids in the system. Plenty of needy little brats that could benefit from his new-found, new-wave parenting tactics that he read up on in his abundant spare time. 'Don't abuse your kids.' Who would've thought it? Crazy. 'Top ten reasons why your kids won't visit you when you're in the nursing home.' Well, shit. 
He knew he had to go older. He would be absolutely damned if he would take in a toddler, or worse, a tween. He wasn't ready to raise anyone— he needed something already broken in for the most part. 
17? Yeah, that should be fine. He could do that. Old enough to take care of itself for the most part. Another body in the house was what he needed, not another responsibility. A girl? Yeah. Girls were supposed to be easier, right? Girls are sweet and grateful, always considerate and willing to help out. Girls are gentle and tender. 
Just his luck. He got the most clingy girl the foster care system had to offer. It was, at most, a bit irritating for the first few days when you were skittish and nervous around him all the time, but he understood. The problems occurred when you started to get comfortable.
He thought he wanted an affectionate little thing, especially considering the radio silence he received from his biological children, but this was just too much. Wherever he was, you needed to be. All day, all night. Twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, excluding when he was on patrol. 
Enji knew that adopted kids tended to have abandonment issues, or whatever, but did you have to be such a damn velcro child? It was cute, in a way, the first year or so of your stay with him. He kinda liked it, having some positive attention finally turned his way, but at a certain point it was just too much. 
Like when you turned 18 and decided that sleeping alone was no longer an option. Of course, he gave in. He tried to argue back, but the threat of tears from you was too much for his now mended heart. He was trying to change, damn it. He couldn't possibly not give you everything you ever asked for. 
'Oh, what's that? Sleeping in daddy's bed isn't enough? He has to spoon with you until you fall asleep? Honey, do you really think—? No, no, don't cry. Okay, okay, I'll do it.'
Or when spooning wasn't enough, and you needed to be massaged before falling asleep in Enji's arms, taking up his bed like nobody's business. 
'What's wrong, baby? Daddy's already rubbing your back, what else do you want? Touch you where? Baby— okay, since you said please.'
Every night, his thick fingers ran tight circles over your clit, strong arms holding you tight while you flailed and wriggled against him. You never seemed to get used to his touch. It was just too good. He split you open with his index and middle, curling into the spot you couldn't quite reach on your own. Every night, like clockwork. 
But, of course, you, the mouse who was given a cookie, asked for more. Fingers weren't enough. You needed more from daddy. Sleep didn't come easily enough for you after his skilled touches. You whined for him after every exchange, but he just couldn't give you what you wanted.
Daddy would do almost anything for his baby, anything you asked! Hell, if it made you happy, if it helped to ease the guilt he carried from his older four screw ups, why not? If it helped to mend the hole he created in his own heart, he'd pepper you in every kiss and suck and touch you as much as you wanted him to, but—
he really didn't think he could deflower you. 
The idea was too much, way too much. Kind of hypocritical of him. Finger banging and slurping on his adoptive daughter was well and good enough, but playing a little game of 'just the tip' was a line he didn't know if he could cross. 
It was tempting, and every time he turned you down he felt like a real douchebag, but he didn't trust himself with you. You were so small. He was anything but gentle. He had broken enough of his kids in other ways, he didn't exactly want to add to the score. 
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Your cunt was swollen and drooling after your near nightly ritual with Enji. Crawl up into his bed, whine, scratch at him and beg for his sweet touch. You always got what you wanted, except for one thing.
"Why not?" you whined, gripping onto his forearm as he curled his fingers into you from his spot behind you, lazily acting as your big spoon. 
"This is enough." His teeth were gritted softly, trying to hold himself back. "You cum like this just fine."
You let your mouth hang open, shuddering silently at how he seemed to speed up and abuse your g-spot. "Not enough," you were finally able to make out, legs clenching in an attempt to force him to stop. 
Enji huffed, ignoring your whiny excuse. He hated when you locked him out like this, trying to keep your cunt from him like some type of half-assed punishment. Moving your legs back open, spread even further now, he continued fingering you with the same brutal, forceful pace. 
"You're being bratty, baby. I don't appreciate when you act like that," he said simply, looking down at your convulsing body. 
"You always say that," you said, pushing his arm as you tried to squirm away from him to pout. "You don't wanna 'cause you don't love me. Don't wanna get close t'me." 
That was his final straw. He had been holding himself back for your sake, but he could not handle the hurt tone in your voice, even if he knew you were faking just to get him to bite. 
He pulled his fingers out of your hole and pushed them into your mouth, stuffing the digits down your throat. He slipped his girthy cock out of his boxers, jamming the wide tip into your needy warmth. 
"You know that is not true," Enji said, already fucking into you without regard to how you were almost too tight. He'd fix that. Make you fit like a glove soon enough. "I spoil you enough, and you still want more?"
You moaned, sound coming out muffled from his fingers blocking your words. He pulled them out, strings of saliva coating your cheek as he brought his hand back to your clit. 
"Jus' wanna be closer to you 'nd feel you."
He scoffed, pushing down on your clit with too much force, bringing you to the edge of climax already. 
"No, you're a spoiled brat. I give you too much," he said, not meaning a damn word that came from his mouth. "Got used to getting whatever you want, huh? Selfish little pussy taking everything it can get." 
The pure euphoria you get from him being rough with you for once is unmatched. Daddy gave you what you wanted all the time, and you liked it, but he was too gentle with it. Like he was scared to mess up or make a mistake (again). You needed him to correct you, you'd wanted him to fuck some sense into you for so long.
You clenched the silky sheets on the bed, hands trembling while he pounding into you, hips cramming against yours spastically. 
God, he was ashamed. 
Not because he was fucking his daughter, hell, he came this far without problem. He just usually was much better in bed. Your gasps and shaky moans did little to appease him. Any other time, he'd be composed and sophisticated with his strokes, but he was sloppy and needy now. 
His cock kicked inside of you, twitching when he spilled his seed. He was so caught up in his own embarrassment that he hadn't realized how dangerously close he had gotten. 
"Daddy, did you—?"
Your question was interrupted by his hand covering your mouth, unstable thrusts continuing to fill your senses. You couldn't care that he came in you when he made you feel this good.
While your legs shook and your pussy gushed, one thing was made very apparent to both you and Enji:
This was the first time he let himself go and fucked you, but it would definitely not be the last.
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writingouthere · 1 year ago
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neighbor!sukuna x singlemom!reader. Sukuna picks up your daughter from school, he makes quite the impression and we learn more about his background.
cw: None really here except I guess this is low key becoming a slow burn, idk.
You were stuck at work and didn't have anyone else who could go get your daughter so you had asked Sukuna. The tattoo shop was usually slow in the evening this far into winter anyway, and he couldn't imagine saying no to you even if he'd been fully booked.
It felt strange to be going outside when it was still light out but Sukuna took in the sights as other people walked around, other parents clearly in the process of picking up their children from school.
Not that Bug was his kid, at least not as far you knew. Yet.
Sukuna didn't do things halfway, just wasn't in his nature. He knew he was moving fast, he had put up with his little brother Yuji's nervous protests at dinner the week before when he had explained his new living situation, but he wasn't going to slow things down when they were going so well.
For a long time, it had just been him and Yuji. There had been other relatives, like Yuji's grandfather and his freak of a mother, but the two had mostly bounced around foster homes and made due until Sukuna was old enough to take care of them both. Yuji was graduating college in the spring and Sukuna had been alone since he left for the dorms and now he had an apartment with some friends from school. Sukuna was proud of his brother, he was one of the only people he really gave a fuck about. Their lives had been hard and that had made Sukuna even harder. Yuji had never been like that, he had come through even kinder than the average person and Sukuna could admire the strength that showed in it's own way.
The point was, Sukuna had paid his dues. He had done right by his brother even when the world had done them so wrong and now he was ready for his reward. You and the little girl he was about to go get.
The daycare was inside of a little beige building, decorated with those tacky outlines of children playing and some fucking mural with birds that always seemed to cover the walls of places like this. Parents, mostly moms, walked out with their children in tow, asking about their days and zipping up coats. Sukuna noticed the double takes as they took him in, the way the adults seemed to pull their little ones closer. That was fine by him, he didn't want any of these fucking rugrats near him except his own.
"Ryomen Sukuna, mom should have added me to the pick-up list," he told your daughter's teacher, showing her his ID. She didn't react to his tattoos or general aura with anything but a smile and he supposed that childcare workers must be aware more than most that they really do let anyone be a parent.
"Of course, I'll go get her while you sign here," she said handing over a clipboard with the names of all the kids in the center along with blue pen with a fuzzy pompom attached to it. While he was signing his name he heard a familiar squeal and looked to see your daughter running towards him as fast as her little legs could carry her.
"Sukuna!"
She tripped on some particularly tricky air and Sukuna moved forward to pick her up before she could face plant on the hard tile.
"Careful there bug, told mom I'd bring you home in one piece."
She ignored him and started babbling nonsense about her day that Sukuna could only really catch half of, but he nodded and hmmed as he finished signing her out and with a quick nod to the amused staff member, he headed out.
He shifted her on his hip so he could finish zipping up her coat. What was it with kids and their refusal to just zip up their damn coats? He remembered Yuji had been the same.
Bug continued to regale him with tales of her day until she eventually squirmed on his hip, the universal signal for "put me down until I get tired and whine for you to pick me up again" and Sukuna put her down on the sidewalk but took her backpack which he slung across his shoulder and then grabbed her hand with his. He could see people take second looks at the two of them and he supposed they cut quite the picture. The tall scary guy with tattoos carrying a pink princess backpack and the little girl pulling him down the sidewalk.
"We in a rush or something?"
Your daughter laughed and said something about being hungry for dinner with mommy which he could get behind. You both had only been living with him for a week but you already had a bit of a routine. He made breakfast in the morning while you got the kid ready but you always made dinner that was ready when he got home. It was nice, domestic. It felt like what he imagined life was like for people who had normal families when he had been a young kid. Holding a crying, hungry baby Yuji on his lap while they ate whatever he could scrounge up in whatever shithole they were in that week.
He remembered when Yuji had been the same age as your daughter and the idea of her ever living in the places they had, or going through the things they had made him pull her a little closer.
He wasn't going to lie to himself and say he was a good man or that he wanted you, the both of you, for some pure love nonsense but he knew he wanted you all the same. He had done terrible things and he would do them all over again if it led to this moment where he watched as your daughter cooed over the neighbor's dog. Said neighbor looking at him in confusion and fear as he told your daughter they needed to leave the fleabag alone and go home.
Later, when Sukuna was working on dinner and your daughter was sitting on the counter, "helping", he heard the sound of a key in the lock.
"I'm home," you called out and Sukuna called out that they were in the kitchen.
"Hey, thank you so much for getting her. I just wasn't going to make it in time," you said, picking up your daughter.
"No worries, we weren't busy at the shop today anyway." You hummed and smiled at him.
"Still."
"You can go ahead and change," he told you and you looked ready to protest when he went to grab your daughter from you but then Bug went willingly and he saw how you melted at the two of them. Good.
"Okay, but when I get back I'm taking over dinner."
Sukuna agreed and he watched as you walked away, admiring the way your clothes hugged your frame. He was glad the only witness to his hunger was a toddler who was more interested in poking his cheek than observing social cues.
The rest of the evening passed peacefully and Sukuna felt what he could only describe as content. When your daughter started to nod off on your shoulder, you got up from the couch to take her to bed, telling Sukuna he should stay and that you got it. With your daughter on one hip, you used your free hand to press against his shoulder and lean down to where he was still on the couch. He closed his eyes at the feeling of your lips pressing gently against his cheek and then with a quick goodnight, the two of you were in your room, the door closing with a quick 'click'.
The gesture had been so innocent and Sukuna would have mocked anyone he knew who got so flustered over a gesture as meaningless as a kiss on the cheek.
But how could any gesture be meaningless when it came from you?
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docdudo · 3 months ago
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Hybrid 141 As Parents - Foster Human Child!Reader (Part 5)
You were never one to complain. Living in the foster system means accepting all kinds of shit that comes with being an orphan in a stranger's house.
You almost never received any presents. It was rare the times you did get something at your placements, but if you did, it was a hand me down. Like the thin blue jacket you came wearing, that was a present from a divorced mother who kids were already too big for the jacket. Or the white dress that a christian family gave to you so you could go to church with them 'dressed appropriately'.
Well, you couldn't complain about that one. The simple white dress is to this day your 'fanciest' piece of clothing.
You wouldn't say you were that much of a picky eater either, but you certainly didn't like all kinds of food... which is pratically torture in the system. You just learned to push all kinds of food down your throat quietly, and if it was truly too bad for you to manage? You would simply come up with a weak excuse and run away from the food.
Being any kind of picky eater in the system was torture. Even worse if you have allergies. You knew a boy at your last group home that was allergic to glutten and peanuts, and he was basically as thin as you were. He was still bigger, being a cat hybrid and all, but at least you knew you weren't the only one suffering at these houses.
So imagine your surprise when John, the big dragon hybrid, spend his whole morning gently coaxing you to go shopping with him and Simon, to get 'things you might need', and 'snacks you might like to eat', and even 'go grab lunch at the mall'.
At first, you were too nervous and anxious to say anything, mostly just staring back at him as you fidgeted quietly in place. It took Johnny joining the conversation excitedly, Kyle sending you stupid thumbs up quietly from the living room couch, and Simon picking up the keys to their car while looking at you expectantly for you to finally agree to go with them.
So here you were, walking between two giants of men at a big and loaded shopping center, nervously trying to keep your pace matched up to theirs as Simon made sure to keep a hand enveloped tightly around your much smaller hand.
Worse of all? A lot of people were looking your way. Big hybrids like Price and Ghost weren't unnusual, but the small little human holding their hand surely was. Not only human, but a human under the care of hybrids. You wanted to burry your head in a deep hole and never come out.
"Darlin'." John's deep and purred voice called your attention immediatly as you looked up at him quietly. "Don't try and wander off, understood?"
You nod quietly, slightly intimidated by his tone and serious face.
"Good baby." He purrs out, giant hand coming down on your head as he messes slightly with the small strands there. "Now, sweetness, let's buy you some things."
"I... I really d-don't need anything..." You murmur quietly, a bit anxious about them wasting money on you.
Both of them looked at you with those serious expressions for a few seconds, considering you. John smiled slightly as he compromised, lifting both hands up.
"Then let's look around, if we find something, then that's good." His laugh is deep, slow and rough. It's clear the smoke from his dragon side had some effect on his throat. That, and he probably smoked cigars and cigarettes too.
You just nodded quietly, not willing to go against his word, as you three kept walking around. That is, until Simon grunted, fixing the surgical mask on his face and looking down like he was thinking of something.
".......what...?" You murmur softly, confused.
"I think you're breaking Simon's back, hun." John laughed deeply, shaking his head slightly.
"W-Wha...?"
"You're too small for me to hold your hand confortably." The wraith deadpanned. "Stay still."
"W-Wait, wh- Aah!"
You were stunned for a second, as you were suddenly held high up. Big, thick arms held your legs easily, making you sit in the crook of his elbow, as he held you to his side like a toddler. It was enough to shut your little squeak of surprise as you were just in shock now.
"Simon, I told you to be gentle." The dragon smirked slightly, tho his voice a bit more rough than usual as it seems to always have an edge of a growl on it.
"I am." The wraith grunted quietly as he started to walk once again. "This is the best option for the both of us. Right, luv?"
"A-Ah... I..." You were too flustered to properly say anything, but you still nodded your head slowly, trying to settle on his arms.
"See?" Simon smirked under his mask to John, as the older man simply rolled his eyes with a smile on his face.
"Say, darlin'. Do you like ice cream?" John offers out of nowhere as he smiles confidently, ignoring Simon's remark.
".....some flavors, yeah..." You mumble back, a little arm holding on Simon's shoulder as you looked around quietly, trying to ignore other people's looks.
"What's your favorite?" He asks easily, taking a different path as Simon followed close behind.
"...Vanilla is good..."
"Good, then vanilla is what you're gonna get." He answers simply, with the confidance you don't think you have ever seen on anyone else.
"...it's... it's really okay if you don't..." You try quietly, only to see him shaking his head slowly, looking over his shoulder that didn't have the wing, expression serious and stoic as his rough voice murmured.
"I provide to my hoard, little hatchling. It would do you good to remember that."
Those words, spoken in that way, was enough to immediatly shut you up, your body instinctively curling on itself (more on Simon really) at the sigh of an intimidating predator.
Tho, Simon didn't let you suffer in your fear and anxiety, as his big and wide palm settled on your small back, pulling you closer to his chest for confort as he was speaking, slow and quiet, even if his voice always sounded rough.
"Price's not mad, fledgling. Stay calm. He's not mad, much less mad at you. He's just a protective bastard." He snorted quietly, bouncing you a little on his arms to help you calm down.
"Watch it, Riley." Price mumbled, tho he had a small smile on his face as he slowed his pace a bit to stand by you and Simon, big hand now being placed on your upper back, which was a slightly shock due to how warm it felt. Simon was wearing gloves, but he felt much cooler. "And i'm sorry, baby, I didn't mean to scare you."
He was also doing that subtle baby voice, keeping his voice much quieter as he leaned in and gently nudged half of his face against yours, making you freeze a bit at the action. It really felt like a big animal was trying to be apologetic.
"If Kyle was here, you would've gotten an ear full." Simon commented simply as he watched, amused.
"Thank god he isn't." John huffs a little, stepping back. "I don't need mother hen scolding me for this. I didn't even growl." And now, he was leaning slightly closer again, that quiet and gentle tone coming back as he looked at your small, nervous face. "I'm not that scary, am I, darlin'?"
"'Course you are, for a small little thing like this?" Simon laughs roughly, shaking his head, his grip in you getting firmer.
"I-I'm not scared..." You mumble quietly, playing a bit with the sweater that they lent it to you yesterday, not making eye contact with either of them.
"Of course not, darlin'..." John cooed deeply, tho his tone made it clear that he wasn't taking your answer seriously, rubbing your head gently. "Come on."
In the end, they got you a vanilla ice cream on a big cone, that you were licking it quietly. They were speaking with eachother as they planned what next things to buy, and what stores to visit. You weren't paying that much attention, just focusing on your vanilla ice cream as Simon carried you around.
You got used to him carrying you, and now, you were much more confortable on his hold.
"Baby, look here." John's voice once again called your attention as you lifted your head from the ice cream to stare at him. "What do you think of this blanket?"
You tilted your head to the side, slightly confused, but you reached for the soft blanket he brough close, feeling the fuzzy, confortable texture.
"It's... good." You mumble, unsure about what to say.
"Just good?" John asked, considering your answer, looking between you and the blanket, before putting it back in place. "Let's see others, then."
You were not entirely sure what John was trying to do. Maybe buy you a blanket, but... you already had lots of blankets on the bed they gave you. And on the weird nest on the middle too.
Still, you got distracted once again with the ice cream in your tiny hold, going back to licking it. You were already getting a bit full... you were never the biggest fan of ice cream, you got tired of it fast. So, as you looked quietly to the side to stare at Simon's face, you gently brought the cone close to his face, making him look at you passively.
"Do you want a bit...?" You mumble softly, only to see the man pushing his surgical mask to his chin and taking a big bite out of the ice cream you were holding in front of his face.
You managed to see his scary, pointy and large teeth, the slightly too long and sharp tongue at the action, making you instinctively shudder on his hold. It was natural, a human watching their predator showing their dangerous teeth like it was nothing. Still, you were thankful for his help.
"Oww...." You turned a bit alarmed to John's direction as you heard the dragon's deep croon, his eyes getting half-lidded and pupils dilating. "Always soft for the hatchlings, aren't you, Simon?"
Simon just hums, swallowing the ice cream and licking his lips simply, keeping his serious expression.
"I'm used to being the kids' trashcan." He... joked? You were not sure, since he kept his face and tone so stony, but by John's laugh, you deduced it was a joke.
"Here, hun, how does this blanket feel?" John asks as he brings another fuzzy blanket close, light blue and full of colorful little dots.
"Good... confortable..." You mumble, feeling the material.
"Hmmm...." John considered once again, humming as he squinted his eyes.
"John, you know humans don't nest. She's not going to have hard instincts towards blankets." Simon comments, almost bored as te took another bite of your almost finished ice cream.
"I know, it's just... different to see it." John nods slightly before shrugging. "Do you like this color, little one?"
You just nod quietly, now understanding a bit more what was going on. Indeed, you shouldn't expect nesting instincts from a human, but even you could tell when the blanket was confortable and made from a good material.
"Come on, doll. Let's see what else we can find for you before having lunch." John mumbles softly, leaning close once again, quickly kissing Simon on the lips, who kissed back easily, and then kissing you on the forehead gently.
They were... very nice. Even if a bit scary.
Part 4 / Part 6
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maiko-san · 11 months ago
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Catnap + Dogday x Reader ( Part 4 )
<<< Part 3
Relationship : Fluff
Warning : None (?)
Plot : Every time you enter the Playcare you feel eyes watching you everywhere you go. You feel stressed and start to become sick.
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Recently, you feel uneasy and something tells you that you were being watched. Every time you go to work, you feel eyes on you.
It scares you.
Nobody likes the feel of being watched.
It made you stressed out.
You tried to get rid of these feelings by distracting yourself with work. You tried to keep yourself busy to a point you overwork yourself with all those papers or taking care of the Smiling Critters.
To a point it made your body ache and have a migraine from overthinking.
Not only that, Catnap has been acting quite differently too and his visit has become less and less each day. Not only that—
The lovely and sweet cat is avoiding you!
You finally asked the feline, what's the matter but only received—
"It's nothing...."
Nothing....nothing? Obviously there's something wrong!
Multiple questions began to swarm into your brain like a raging tsunami, did you do something wrong? It must be you, right? Yes, no? Maybe?
You had a slight feeling it has something to do with the higher ups.....
Did they tell Catnap to...avoid you? It has to be it, right? Why they do such a thing?
The stress starts to eat you the more you think about it.
Dogday and the other smiling critters saw that you've been stressed lately to a point it started to affect your health. It made them worried, especially Dogday. As a leader, it was his responsibility to care for everyone's wellbeing, including you.
"Angel, You look nervous lately. Are you feeling alright?"
"Oh, hey. Dogday....."
Dogday knew something was wrong. He comes closer to you and touches your shoulder.
You slightly flinch under his touch which made the canine even more worried.
"Angel, please tell me. Is something bothering you?"
"......"
"As a leader, it's my duty to help everyone in need. I won't forgive myself if anything happens to you"
"....."
Dogday holds your hands gently and holds them in his large ones.
You take a deep breath before telling him what's been bothering you, you know it will be useless to ignore the canine. He is stubborn and won't stop until you tell him what's wrong.
"I feel like something bad is going to happen. I don't know when. It might happen now, Sooner? Tomorrow?"
"......"
"I really hate this feeling, Dogday.....I-I can't get rid of it and no matter how many times I tried to forget it by distracting myself with work, I just.....couldn't— Not only that, Catnap has been ignoring me and started to avoid me! I— ugh, m-my head"
You suddenly drop to your knees causing Dogday to panic and he begins to whine worriedly.
Dogday's heart clenched the way you spoke. You feel scared, anxious and nervous. The canine pulls you into an embrace, in hope that it will help you calm down.
"Let's get you to the infirmary..."
Dogday makes sure that the school doctor treats you and gives you medication.
"Mrs. (L/n), I think it would be better if you take a week off from work"
"A week?!"
"Angel, it's for your own good"
"But—"
"No buts, end of conversation!"
The doctor said sternly you were causing you to snap your mouth shut.
The doctor also recommended you to rest someplace quiet and away from the city and your workplace.
It seems you have to go to your foster parents house, they always welcome you with open arms if you need anything.
"Alright...I'll take the day off..."
But still....that gut wrenching feelings still resides in you....
For today, you need to rest in the infirmary room until you are discharged.
Dogday leaves you to rest before proceeding to make his way back to his stage but before that, he wants to find Catnap first.
Dogday knows that Catnap is great at hiding, but it won't stop him since he has his canine sense helping him.
He sniffs around to find the feline until he sees the cat, snoozing around his stage like he always does.
"Catnap. I need to speak to you..."
"...Speak"
"(Y/n) is sick, have you not noticed?"
"...I know..."
"Then why did you help her with your red smoke? To make her sleep and at ease?"
"....."
Catnap looks away from the dog, Catnap knew that you were sick. It hurts him to see you like that.
He wants to help and comfort you, he really does but...
He had received an order he has to obey. His had to choose between two individuals that he adores. One he worships and the other he loves. Yet, he chose the one he worships, the one that saves his life.
Catnap knew that Dogday will help you and he trusts the dog with you in his care.
Other than that, using the red smoke on you will make everything much worse and potentially kill you in your sleep.
He doesn't want that to happen to someone who cares for him and loves him.
"Why?"
"Red smoke use...on stress person...bad could hurt and... possibly.........kill..."
"O-oh..."
Dogday rubs his arm before turning away, but before he leaves.
"Please, pay her a visit, Catnap. If you do, it makes her less worried and she would be happy to see you again"
"Also, She won't come to work for a week...."
Dogday leaves Catnap's stage, leaving Catnap alone to think about his decision to see you.
A/N : Another chapter finished 😁 . Also, a fair warning for all of you. The future chapters will become darker as it progresses since I want to stick to the plot of the game.
Also, the mascots have their own stages to perform for the orphans!
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lolxdswag123 · 3 months ago
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The Engine Room Scene
Leo Valdez x reader
Warnings: MoA spoilers, mentions of foster care, loneliness, a steamy makeout session
Author’s note: I’m actually really proud of this one so let me know what you think
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I quietly rocked back and forth on my heels, trying not to make any noise. If I let the floor creak even a decibel too loud, Coach Hedge would be out here in an instant.
I had been standing here for at least three minutes now, working up the energy to knock on my best friend’s door at this ridiculous hour. I knew he’d been feeling really down lately- something had been off since we left Camp Jupiter- even after Piper had coaxed the Eidolon out of him. I had kept myself awake all night so far, trying to figure out how I could help him.
I had originally decided to talk to him tomorrow, but my mind wouldn’t let me rest for even a second- so here I was.
Part of me wanted to just enter the room, as I had so many times before. But the other part of me wanted to turn back to my room, go to bed, and pretend that I hadn’t been standing out here for several minutes now. I decided on a third option of knocking as quietly as I could, to avoid stirring any of my other sleeping friends.
After the first knock, I took a tiny step back- listening for any movement in the room. There was none. I waited half a minute before trying again, slightly louder this time.
Still nothing.
Anyone else would’ve given up there, but I knew my best friend too well. If he’s not in his room, he’s either on the deck, working on the ship- or he’s in the engine room.
I tip toed as quietly as I could, my slippers being a soft cushion to silence the impact of my feet on the boards. I headed toward the back of the ship, and down to the lower deck to the engine room.
Before I even opened the door I could feel the vibration of the engine. It’s hum was quiet and relaxing, which gave me a feeling I was in the right place.
I slowly pushed open the door, trying to avoid any creaking. Of course with Leo’s excellent craftsmanship, the doors weren’t going to squeak anyways.
I took a soft step inside, and immediately spotted my best friend peacefully sleeping on the floor with only a pillow and blanket. It looked extremely uncomfortable.
I quietly closed the door behind me, stopping it before it clicked to limit any more noise that Hedge might hear.
I tip toed over to him, sitting down next to his sleeping figure, and reached down to run my fingers through his hair.
It wasn't unusual for us to be physically affectionate with each other. We had been best friends for almost a year now. We first met when we both ended up at the Wilderness school with Piper. The three of us had become close, but Leo and I shared a special bond. We understood each other in a way that no one had ever been able to before.
Both of us had grown up in foster care- so we never really had a permanent home. Being with Leo every day for the past year has felt more like home than I ever thought I could feel.
Things only started feeling off the past few days. With the Eidolon in Leo's head, he had fired on Camp Jupiter without knowing. He also had quite a few outbursts that left our friendship in an uncomfortable place. I knew it was just the Eidolon, but his words still stung.
Leo had never been anything but gentle and kind to me- aside from his targeted jokes every now and then- but that was how our friendship worked. When the Eidolon was possessing him he said some things about how my parents didn't care about me and that's why I ended up in foster care. He also had said something about how of course we are the only two single members of the quest because nobody cared about us.
I let the words pass over me in the moment, but part of me couldn't get the memory out of my head. And yet, I was more worried about him than I was about my own emotional wellness.
I brushed his hair out of his face, watching a sleepy smile settle onto his face at the feeling. I subconsciously started tapping Morse code on his head- the way to communicate he made me learn at the Wilderness School to talk during classes. It took a while, but I got the basics down. We hadn’t used it much since he’d gotten so busy with building the Argo ii, and we hadn’t used it at all since he’d been possessed by the Eidolon.
He stirred, and I immediately stopped tapping. I didn’t even realize until I’d stopped that I was tapping miss you.
I pulled my hand back, letting him blink his eyes open. I watched as he reached his arms up to stretch, a smirk crossing his face as he looked up at me.
“Well well well,” he said, looking up at me, “if I’d have known I’d be getting a late-night visit, I would’ve put on my good pajamas.”
I snorted at his attempt at a joke, rolling my eyes and smacking his arm gently with my hand.
His smirk widens as he rests his hands behind his head, “what can I do for ya, querida?”
I blushed lightly, breaking eye contact for a moment before saying, “I just wanted to see how you were doing…”
His smirk dropped slightly, looking uncomfortable, but his grin quickly returned as he said, “If you mean after having an evil spirit leave my body… I’d say I’m doing great, even better now that you’re here, estrella.”
I sighed, knowing his typical way of deflecting his feelings into humor. It would be hard to get around.
“Leo, I’m serious.” I prodded, “I know something’s been up lately.” I leaned back, allowing my arms to prop me up.
He scanned my face, his face becoming slightly more serious, but he didn’t let go quite yet.
“I think you’re just making up excuses to hangout with your charming best friend in the middle of the night,” he said, turning on his side to face me, resting his head on his hand and raising his eyebrows suggestively.
“Yeah, that’s it. I just was dying for some alone time with you.” I said with thick sarcasm in my voice, playing along to his game. The words were true, but that isn’t what I was here to talk about. That was a conversation for after I figured out what was going on with him.
“See, I knew it, mi amor,” he grinned, looking up at me, “come here.” He said, laying back and opening his arms.
I rolled my eyes, but obliged, moving forward until I was laying on the floor as well- our arms around each other and my head in his neck. Unfortunately the floor as uncomfortable as I anticipated. Although I hardly noticed that as I breathed in Leo’s scent. He always had a soft smell of camp fire, and I adored it. Nothing ever could make me feel so at home.
There had been many nights at the Wilderness School that Leo and I had spent comfortably laying on each other. There were even a few times we’d accidentally fallen asleep in each others dorms. It had always been purely platonic, although Piper had questioned us about it hundreds of times.
After we got to camp, we obviously weren’t allowed to sleep in the same cabin- or even lay together. And now with Coach Hedge on the look out… let’s just say I missed the times we got to spend together like this.
I took a deep breath, pushing the memories aside and bringing myself back to the present moment. I could feel Leo’s hands fiddling with the hair on the back of my neck.
“Leo?” I asked, exhaling.
“Hm?” He hummed quietly.
“Can you be honest with me?” I whispered, as I begun subconsciously tapping again on his side where my hand rested.
He was silent for a moment, still fiddling with my hair, before saying, “Of course, querida.”
I nodded, feeling the warmth of his neck against my cheek. “What’s been going on with you? I know the whole evil spirit thing was a lot… but something else has just seemed… off? You know?”
He took a deep sigh, hands moving to fiddle with something from the floor now instead of my hair. “The ‘whole evil spirit thing’ was definitely a lot…” he whispered, mocking the way I said it.
“But, I don’t really know.” He said, shifting slightly below me.
I lifted my head, looking up at him, and lightly tapping a word that I had learned very well on his side. Liar.
He shook his head, rolling his eyes at my gesture. “You just know me so well, huh?” He teased.
“Of course I do.” I nodded, now fully propping myself up to look at him. “And I know when something is off with you.”
He breaks eye contact, suddenly finding the wooden wall a lot more interesting than this conversation. “This just isn’t really what I expected… I don’t know.” He trails off.
He’s always had a hard time talking about his feelings. He didn’t open up to me about his mom until nine months into our friendship. I understood completely, but all I wanted was to help him.
The night that he finally opened up to me about her, I had helped him relax and then the words started flowing much more easily. I decided that I should do the same now.
I slowly reached my hands up to his head, bringing them to his hair and massaging gently. He leaned into my touch and closed his eyes.
“You don’t know?” I asked, not stopping my movements.
He hummed, clearly only half-paying attention now.
“It’s not what you expected?” I asked, repeating what he had just told me.
He opened his eyes slightly, gazing up at my face, but closed them again and leaned his head fully into his pillow. He gave a slight shrug, “I just feel…” he paused for a minute before continuing, “kind of like an outsider?”
I was taken aback by his words, but I didn’t show it. An outsider? And he’s saying this to the one person who gets him more than anyone?
I continued massaging his head, nodding at his words even though he couldn’t see me. “An outsider? Why?” I asked gently.
He shrugged again, and softly mumbled, “Everybody here just seems so useful to eachother. Percy and Jason have all their awesome powers. Piper literally saved me with her charm speak, Annabeth has her super smarts, you are just like all around perfect…” he trailed off, opening one eye to look at me.
I blushed, tucking my head into his neck again, but didn’t stop massaging his head.
He continued, “Hazel and Frank… actually I haven’t gotten to know them very well yet, but I bet they can do some awesome stuff too.” He finished.
The tone of his voice could’ve shattered my heart. When he finished talking, I pulled my hands away from his hair, propping myself up to get a better look at him.
“Leo?” I asked gently. He moved both of his hands behind his head again to look up at me.
“Yeah?”
“Who built this ship?” I ask.
“My cabin.” He answered.
“No Leo. Who is responsible for building this ship?” I asked again.
His eyebrows furrowed, before responding, “Me, but-“
“No.” I cut him off, “Stop that. None of us would even be here without you. You’re the most important one here. Seriously.” I said, confidently.
He let the corner of his mouth twitch into a slight smile, “Thanks, querida.”
I looked at him for a few moments, still not feeling like the air had been cleared. He wouldn’t make eye contact with me.
“Leo.” I said softly.
“Yeah?” He asked, still not meeting my eyes.
“That’s not everything, is it?” I asked, laying back down next to him and trying to catch his eyes.
He glanced over at me, before staring at the ceiling and giving his head a small shake.
“What’s going on?” I asked, reaching out a hand to rest on his arm and draw soothing shapes on it.
He pursed his lips, momentarily glancing at me again. He shook his head before speaking, “That’s not the only reason I feel like an outsider.”
I continued tracing shapes on his arm, “Then what is it?” I asked.
He gave a small chuckle, “You’re not going to let me joke my way through this one are you?”
“Never, Valdez,” I smiled through my words, shaking my head and scooting closer to him.
He finally turned his head toward me, looking into my eyes. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then closed it again.
When he finally spoke, his voice was even softer than before. “Do you ever feel like… everyone’s got somebody and you’re just alone?”
I nod, recognizing this conversation as one we’d had before- particularly about when we were in foster care.
“You know I do.” I said gently.
“Well…” he said, rolling his head back toward the ceiling and throwing his arm over his face. “I just thought I was done feeling like that when we got to camp- and when I met you, Jason, and Piper- of course. But now that we’ve started this quest I’ve been feeling that way more than ever…” he trailed off, still covering his face with his arm.
I paused for a moment, considering his words. Could this be because of the Eidolon? Or maybe because we’re so far from all of his newfound brothers and sisters?
“Why do you think that is, Leo?” I asked, allowing my hand to rest now on his arm.
He removed his arm from his face, eyes directed toward the ceiling in silence for what felt like ages, before speaking, “…I don’t know how to explain it…” he paused again for several moments, “Like… Jason and Piper have eachother, Annabeth and Percy have eachother, Frank and Hazel don’t know it yet but they obviously are going to be together… and I just feel like… I don’t know…”
I processed his words, feeling the truth of them sink in. Almost everyone on our ship was paired off. But then again- so were we. The friendship that we shared did that for us. We had a connection between the two of us that we didn’t have with anyone else. We did all the same things as any of the other couples… we just weren’t a couple.
I start tracing my fingers along his arm again, softly saying, “Well, we have eachother.”
His eyes flickered to mine briefly, and then he fully turned on his side to finally face me, looking me directly in the eye.
I dropped my hand, feeling my heart rate pick up a little bit. I wasn’t sure why I was nervous, but it didn’t feel like a bad type of nervous.
“We have eachother.” He repeated, nodding.
“Of course.” I confirmed, nodding as well.
I watched as his eyes scanned over my face once, then again.
He reached into his pocket, pulling out a q-tip and a plastic bottle cap and began fidgeting with them.
“That’s different though,” he said, now watching his hands work with the items.
“Is it really, though?” I asked, watching him fidget as well. “I mean, you’re my best friend. We tell eachother everything, and we do things like-“ I paused, gesturing between us, “this.” I finished.
He nodded slowly, not meeting my eyes.
“I mean how different is that really from what they have?” I asked, shifting onto my back so I could stare at the ceiling.
He paused his fidgeting, returning the items to his pocket. He took a deep breath in, exhaling slowly. I was familiar with this look on his face. It meant he was deep in thought. It was the same look that he had when he���d be working in bunker 9.
I studied his face, reaching a hand out to gently rest on his cheek. He leaned into my hand, pressing a quick kiss to it before meeting my eyes again.
“You really are something special, you know that?” He whispered, glancing behind me at the cracked door.
I blushed, shaking my head slightly, “You are, Leo.” I said, scooting closer to him.
I could feel his breath on my face, and he glanced again to the cracked door.
I turned my head to see what he was looking at. “Everything okay?” I asked, “Did you hear something?”
When he didn’t answer, I turned my face to look back at him. He was now inches from me, looking intently into my eyes, and I swear I could see his eyes flicker to my lips for just a millisecond. He shook his head, looking back into my eyes.
A swarm of butterflies filled my stomach, and I could feel my face getting hot, but I stared back at him.
“Want me to close it?” I whispered, watching his chest rise and fall with every breath he took.
He nodded.
I sat up, pushing the door closed as quietly as I could with my foot. It shut with a quiet click, and I paused for a moment, listening to ensure that no one else had stirred from the sound.
When I was sure that no one had woken up, I turned back around, laying next to him again. His gaze was heavy on my face, and this time I was sure I caught his eyes flicker to my lips for a second.
Neither of us moved, just scanning eachothers faces- and I knew mine was bright red.
After a moment I whispered, “you okay?”
He opened his mouth again, but the words didn’t find him. He shifted, reaching out his hand to rest on my cheek gently, his hand warm and comforting. Our eye contact grew even heavier, and I felt a stirring deep in my stomach.
He leaned closer, hesitantly, as if he wasn’t sure what I would do. I immediately leaned in as well, closing the gap between us. We found eachothers lips in a hot, passionate kiss.
His mouth desperately moved over mine with a pent-up intensity. His hands tangled into my hair, ruffling gently to angle my face to move in sync with his. I gasped into the kiss, feeling his body against mine. The hand that wasn’t in my hair slid around my waist, his fingers pressing gently into my back as the kiss deepened, and I heard a low groan escape his throat. The sound made me feel like we were both on fire.
Each brush against each other sent shivers through my spine. I allowed my hands to move, finding his shoulders. The lean muscle was a familiar feeling beneath my fingers, but I gripped on him, bringing him even closer. I ran my hands down his back, silently encouraging him to press against me until I could feel every inch of him. His lips left mine, tracing down my jaw and grazing along my neck. I could feel waves of heat pulsing through my body. I gasped, tipping my head back as his mouth found a spot just below my ear, his lips burning against my skin.
He shifted, kicking my legs apart until his body was pressing me gently back against the wooden floor, and he was hovering over me. Both of us were breathing heavily, gazes intent on eachother as I felt his entire body against mine. He leaned down again, with more confidence this time, capturing my lips desperately. I could feel his hand shakily slipping beneath the hem of my shirt, hot fingers brushing the bare skin on my stomach.
My own hands followed his lead and roamed under his shirt, tracing the muscles along his back with my finger tips. I let out a quiet moan as he shifted his weight, pressing into me. His head dropped and his mouth returned to my neck, trailing a line of hot kisses and gentle bites that made me feel light headed. My fingers moved from his back to tangle in his hair, tugging gently, and he groaned against my skin. His hand continued moving up my side, leaving a trail of heat everywhere he touched.
As his hand traveled up, my shirt bunched up with it. His fingertips grazed my skin, and he lifted his head to look at me. “You’re so beautiful, mi amor.” He whispered, breathlessly.
He leaned in again, his lips trailing down my collarbone, pressing heated kisses against my skin as I tangled my hands in his hair again. He pressed his forehead to my collarbone, kissing all over. His hand resting on my side, and I felt the soft tapping of his fingers against my skin. He was using Morse code. He was tapping- love you. The realization sent a flood of warmth through my stomach, and I gripped his shoulders, pulling him even closer, feeling my eyes sting with pure love and happiness.
Then he shifted his weight again, his hips pressing into mine in a slow, intentional motion that left me breathless. I let out a soft gasp as I held onto his shoulders, feeling his heartbeat pounding against my own. His hands traced down my sides, his touch careful, as he pressed into me again, each movement full of longing.
We moved together, every touch and soft gasp saying what words couldn’t. His lips found mine once again, kissing more deeply, more fervent. I could almost feel his lips quirk into a smile against my lips as he took continued shifting his hips against mine. It was just us, our connection, tangled together, as everything else seemed to fade away.
The intensity slowly softened, and he cradled me in his arms, our foreheads pressed together as the room grew still. We were both panting, looking deeply into eachothers eyes and neither of us could fight the smiles overtaking our faces.
His fingers traced soothing patterns along my skin, and I reached my hand to his side. Gently tapping out the same code that he had earlier- love you.
Looking into his eyes, I could see them start to water a little bit too, as mine had before. It was just us. The two who never had a home, never had anyone who truly loved them- and now we were finding it all in each other.
The rest of the night was filled with soft whispered words, and several more gentle kisses. We were so completely wrapped up in our own little world that we didn’t even realize when we started to drift off together.
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of the door opening. I was immediately confused about where I was, until I felt his arms still wrapped around me, and smelled his soft scent of campfire. I looked up and he had a line of drool running down his chin. Adorable.
I heard someone clear their throat from behind me, and I instantly sat up, spinning around to see who it was.
My frantic movement had made Leo sit up as well, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
Annabeth stood at the door, arms crossed, looking down at us with an amused look on her face.
“It’s not what it looks like-“ I began.
Annabeth cut me off, “It’s definitely what it looks like.”
I could feel my face get hot, as I turned to Leo for help- but he was just staring at her wide-eyed like a deer in headlights.
I exhaled, shaking my head, “I just wanted to make sure everything was okay after-“
She cut me off again, “The Eidolon? I won’t tell Hedge, don’t worry. Just get back to your cabin before anyone else finds you two down here.” She said, gesturing up the stairs to my cabin.
I nodded, standing up and straightening out my appearance. I glanced back down at Leo, who looked extremely relieved.
As I went to exit, Annabeth held out a hand to stop me. She glanced down at my neck, then back at my face and let out a loud laugh.
“What?” I asked.
“On second thought, go see Piper before you go back to your cabin. She has some makeup.” Annabeth said, clearly amused.
“Makeup?” I asked, confused.
“You’ll see when you get there.” She said, shaking her head and looking back down at Leo.
As I headed away to the stairs, I could hear Annabeth talking to Leo. She said something like, “I like the idea. How comfortable would you say the stables are?”
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lwolfcat429 · 5 months ago
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Raising Zeus's child p2
(I know this isn't very popular but I like this idea so... Suck it up... Kindly)
Anyway
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You made the honest mistake of taking the child, you named (since his biological mother didn't) Alexis meaning "helper" or "defender", to the beach. You did soon care for the boy, just out of fear of the gods but to genuinely love him motherly, so you took him out for a walk and happen to walk on the beach, Zeus had learned he had a half immortal son again, so he told the gods to watch out for him. Poseidon saw you and him and instead knew, that was his brothers' son but he didn't immediately show himself, no he watched you. He watched as you played with him in the water, showing him differently sea creatures before releasing them back to the water. You were so kind and beautiful (and has a great body) you almost immediately caught his attention, he watched you more and more, you spoke so softly and sweetly to Alexis he couldn't imagine not having more children with you. It worsended when a randim man flirted you and when he was about to take it too far, you punched him before grabbing Alexis and running to safety-- oh...his..father--you were hot, who doesn't want a kind, thoughtful and strong willed baddie as a bride.
Ever since then Poseidon disguises himself as a friendly neighbor or friend that helps with Alexis, help feeding him, helps clean the house, helps with the garden, help watch Alexis on walks. Then Zeus comes along, also disguised but still claims to be Poseidons brother.
Zeus did want to meet his son but with hera, Olympus, and being literal king of gods, he had duties to perform but was able to sneak away long enough to interact with you and his son.
As you two spoke, Zeus was asking about you to be polite even when his brother said he (Zeus) was probably too busy to chat, Zeus ignored Poseidon and listened to you talk about you and Alexis..when he asked about who the father might be, you quickly shut that down, (again not knowing he was Zeus),
" I don't know. Or care. He hasn't tried to see his son yet, he has to prove himself to me before I let him see Alexis, you can never be too careful; some people are real sickos, I wouldn't let Alexis get guy willingly"
God dam-- now Zeus hooked, but he knew he didn't have sex with you so... He asked if the dad was there during the birth, you explained you weren't the actual mother of Alexis but took care of him since his mother stopped and sorta abandoned him.... saY WHAT NOW--- Zeus was pissed, he just learned the biological mother of his son... Stopped caring, okay noted.... Gonna see her later about that-- Zeus apologized but you said it was nothing, you actually hadn't had plans to have kids so, this was a win win for you, you didn't want a painful birth but also you didn't have anyone to have a child with so... Win-win. Zeus and Poseidon were a little upset you didn't want kids, but ya know, that's fine, they can make new ones for you to foster later.
It was a nice chat, actually, Zeus and Poseidon learned you and Alexis needed to be protected.... Perhaps they can go a little far sometimes
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" what the fuck?! " --R
*reader yells suddenly waking up in Olympus*
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the-ace-with-spades · 8 days ago
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(sorry this got longer than I thought)
You know what fic I'd love to read?
One where Carole dies but doesn't get anything in order before her death (as is many times the case) and Mav is installed as Bradley's temporary guardian after her death but everything goes wrong very fast
Due to Mav's less than heterosexuals tendencies, Bradley ends up in the foster system. One day a social worker with a police officer just shows up and takes him away from school and he doesn't know what's going on. He ends up in his first not so good foster family the same evening. Mav can't even visit as he is deemed a bad influence and has an ongoing investigation if he is 'fit' to be Bradley's guardian.
He doesn't stop asking about Mav for months. Keeps trying to run away to him (he's about 50 miles away because foster homes are sparse so no dice) and finally his foster 'mom' is fed up with the constant asks to at least try and call Mav so she tells him Mav didn't want him and doesn't want Bradley to contact him.
And because Bradley is twelve, he believes it.
(It's not that Mav didn't try. There was a whole appeal process but Mav had a deployment right after and he couldn't explain to the social workers that no, Bradley would stay with someone trusted while he was gone, because that someone was Ice, the source of his suspected homosexual tendencies. They literally told him he's not allowed to contact Bradley and once he came back from deployment, Bradley was already in a different foster home, a few counties over and lost in the system.)
Bradley spends the rest of his childhood in the system. His first family is dubious and the following ones are a mix of constant hope and disappointment. He has at least two different families foster him every year, until he is sixteen and ends up in a group home. There are only two families that he actually comes close to calling family - a young married couple that stops fostering when the wife is diagnosed with chronic autoimmune disorder, and a couple of teachers that have to drop one of the two kids they foster when the financial requirements to foster raise and decide that Bradley is going to be that kid.
No one ever even thinks about adopting him. He's got good grades and stays on top of school, but that's about what is going well in his life. Some families he's with are average - they let him be and maybe don't care as much for anything that involves him as long it doesn't stir trouble at the fostering agency and Bradley is healthy and safe. Some families are worse - sometimes he is one of the five kids and is expected to stay and be a live-in nanny, sometimes they're only doing it for the money and he has barely anything, barely any food, barely any attention, barely any clothes, barely any school supplies, just so he doesn't cost too much. Sometimes, things get physical - it happens less, the taller he gets and by the time he starts fighting back, he has enough reputation that no one believes it and no one wants to foster him anymore. And group home it is.
By the time he's seventeen, he's enlisted. Just so he leaves the system as fast as he can. It all works out because the Navy fits the bill for his university and NROTC when the time comes - even if he's told he's not a good candidate for the USNA, even if he was told his grades and his achievements should be more than enough, even if despite the circumstances, he managed to meet the same requirements.
Finding out that it was Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell who protested his application and pulled the plug on it is Bradley's second heartbreak.
Bradley bites down any complaints he has about life and enters UVA at 21, with a military scholarship and NROTC bursary. At that point, he doesn't even know if he still wants to go into aviation, it brings so much bitterness in him. But then his grades and his overall achievement are so good, everyone says it'd be a waste if he didn't go to one of the most competitive pipelines. The Navy pays for his private pilot licence when he hesitates, and sure enough, it does feel good.
The pipeline is where he meets Jake Seresin. Jake Seresin, who has two brothers and two sisters and who has jars of homemade jam and chocolate-covered plums sent in a little package from his mom at least once a month. Jake Seresin, who uses all his leave to attend weddings, holiday parties, birthday parties, even a dog's funeral. Jake Seresin, who comes from every Thanksgiving with spare pumpkin pie, who has a new handmade Christmas sweater every year.
Jake Seresin, who, for some reason not known to Bradley, is impressed with how effortless learning to fly is for Bradley, with how much Bradley knows, with how much he leads in the lectures and the flight lessons - most guys find Bradley annoying and cold and Bradley would've agreed with them if any said it to his face. The Navy is the only good thing Bradley's had since his mom died, he has much more time to focus on being good at whatever Navy throws at him and maybe that makes him strange and aloof. But not Jake.
Jake Seresin, who is a competitive asshole that can't shut his mouth for his own good. Who has no idea of personal space, who fills the silence better than a jukebox, who will drill and drill the topic until he gets an answer he can comprehend, who doesn't care what people think of him as long as he knows his worth.
Bradley might have a bit of a crush on him, but it's an annoying crush kind of crush - one he doesn't really want to have, one he doesn't really know what to do with. Jake Seresin, who probably would never look at Bradley twice, especially in that way.
They get separate F-18 training bases and Bradley forgets for a moment Jake Seresin ever existed.
Then, summer of 2011, Jake Seresin gets restationed, right into Bradley's squadron. And he's still his annoying self, inserting himself into Bradley's private space, private time, and doesn't let Bradley have a say in it, at all.
Maybe Bradley doesn't want to have any say in it, deep down.
A few months later, DADT gets repealed. It doesn't change much for Bradley, he's not going to talk to anyone about his personal life. But it seems it changes something for Jake.
Because he asks Bradley out on a date.
Bradley's never really dated. Didn't really have the time to when he was a teenager, moved so many times, and then he enlisted, and then he was in college and NROTC. He slept with people, but he's never dated anyone.
So he gets to know Jake Seresin. Jake Seresin, who despite bringing all that food back with him any time he visits his parents, can't cook at all and who would hang onto Bradley's arm or shoulders whenever Bradley cooked. Who can sew so well that he saves all of Bradley's old shirts. Who can't keep his mouth shut, no matter the circumstances - not in the theatre, not when they eat, not when they just watch a movie at home, not even in bed. Who seems to know every single tune under the sun but can't play a single instrument. Who has elaborate, detailed plans for his life - an admiral by forty, two kids by thirty-five, a nice little house in driving distance to some body of water, a German shepherd or a border collie for a family dog once the house is there, a personal two or maybe four-person plane by the time he's forty-five, maybe co-owning aeroclub by fifty.
Bradley's never before thought about the future.
He never tells Jake even half of the things he's seen and lived through when he was in foster care, never tells him about his pulled application from USNA, never tells him about Mav. He doesn't think Jake would be able to understand, the way his family seems perfect and loving and caring. He doesn't want him to know how many things is wrong with him.
But Jake knows he's got no family, that his dad died in the Navy, his mom when he started middle school, that he's been in foster care for all his teenage years. Knows that Bradley has no one to come back home.
"Don't be a fool, sweetheart," is what Jake tells him. "You've got me."
For the first time in his life at the age of 29, Bradley requests Christmas leave.
Bradley's never had a big family, but there was a time he once had a family - or so he thought, when he was twelve and the illusion shattered - so he thought he'd be okay.
And at first, he is fine. Jake rotates him around like a prize piece, introducing him to his siblings, parents, aunts, uncles, nephews, cousins, grandparents, but it's just two or three people at once. Whenever it seems like too much, Bradley drifts away to the kitchen where he can just stay silent and listen to Jake's mom talk to the various people that come by while he slices homemade ham or he steps out onto the backyard and talks to the kids of all the ages gathered around the makeshift playground.
But then they're right before dinner starts - there are over thirty people in the open space of the house, now that everyone arrived, and Bradley feels hot, suffocating in the crowded space, in the clutter of gifts and food and colorful Christmas sweaters.
And then, before he can take any of it in, he hears Jake, saying in his typical loud and teasing tone, that Bradley can play the piano, and look at that, he could play something Christmas-y before the turkey is done, and next thing he knows, there's over thirty pairs of eyes on him and plenty of people asking questions and making teasing remarks and it all seems so tricky--
He can't imagine himself, in that room, with all those people, feeling comfortable. So he walks out.
Bradley doesn't know how to be a part of a family. There's no reason to try and lie to himself and everyone else.
They don't see each other for years after. The next time they do, it's only the eight weeks at Top Gun. The Jake that Bradley knew isn't there - this Jake is bitter and sarcastic and sharp with his tongue. This Jake wins Top Gun and never looks back at Bradley when he returns to his station base.
The next time they see each other is at the Top Gun recall when Bradley is going through a life roller coaster.
Not only is Jake being the biggest ass not just to him but to everyone, for the first time in twenty years, Bradley sees Mav. Sure, maybe he's not moved on from Jake - he still remains the only person Bradley ever dated - but he's managed to dodge Maverick, and Iceman by association, in all those years he's been in the Navy and now he's forced to pretend all is fine.
And Maverick doesn't make it easier.
He tries to approach Bradley like they're long-lost friends, saying all those things about how he missed him and how Bradley looks so much like his dad. Like he didn't leave him in the foster system when he was a kid and didn't fuck up his application for USNA.
So he pretends he doesn't remember Maverick because that's the easiest given that Maverick is supposed to train him.
On top of that, Jake mixes himself up into Bradley's shit life situation when he overhears Mav trying to get Bradley to 'remember' and 'renew their relationship' and keeps pestering Bradley. Maybe he can tell you more about your childhood, why the hell are you so rude to him, he wouldn't make up knowing you, you know, maybe he's got some of your parents' stuff and can share---
And hearing the love of his life that he let get away because Bradley didn't know how to be part of his family side with the first person that told Bradley he's not enough to be someone's family - well, it's not exactly helping the state of Bradley'e mental being.
So maybe he explodes at Jake, a little bit, in the end. You want to talk to the man who left me behind when I was twelve and the only time he looked back was to tell me he didn't think I was good enough? Then so be fucking it.
Instead of butting into Bradley's life, Jake shuts up and starts avoiding him. Bradley supposes he has what he wanted.
Bradley doesn't care what Maverick thinks or if he changed or if he wants something from Bradley.
He still turns around when he's shot down. It's not like he's got someone to come back to anyway. Not because he cares about Maverick.
"I'm not you," Bradley tells Mav. "I don't leave people behind."
The admittance - that he knows and remembers Mav and wants nothing to do with him, wants to be nothing like him - works. They survive and Bradley doesn't see Maverick again, not when they're in the med bay, not when they're in the hospital in San Diego, not when he gets discharged.
He sees Jake instead, waiting on him at the reception of the unit he had been on, patiently waiting for Bradley to sign his discharge papers without using his broken wrist.
"What, do you have someone else to take your broken ass home?"
In truth, Bradley was just going to take a taxi. Instead, Jake takes the plastic bag with Bradley's clothes and silently leads them to his truck before he asks for Bradley's address.
And in all this mess, the first thing Jake asks him is, "Are you going to stay in San Diego?" because they have the offer to stay there and make their place in Top Gun-adjacent brand new squadron.
"No, I'm going to go back to my base," Bradley tells him. There's nothing for him San Diego, but there's plenty for Jake and he doesn't want to be a barrier.
"I think you should stay in San Diego. With me."
He wishes it was that simple but the truth is, Bradley is still the same.
"I can't be the person you want to have in your life."
"But you already are the person I want in my life."
"I think this is going to end up badly."
"Only if you let it."
Bradley's never really could say no to Jake.
It all seems so easy, when he falls asleep on Jake's shoulder watching Top Gear, but at some point, Bradley knows, they will get to the point when it'll all crush again.
There is also the whole thing with Maverick, their now CO, who appears to be some kind of ashamed now that he finally knows that Bradley remembers what he did - or rather what he didn't do. He avoids Bradley like the plague and it seems to be affecting the squad - because they all love Maverick and Bradley is the weirdo who can't have fun or be friendly. He's just waiting on someone to call him out as the party pooper contrasting to their fun CO and deem the problem, as always, just because he can't pretend to be happy to be around him.
Jake hasn't said anything about the Maverick thing explicitly but he gives Bradley those looks whenever Maverick is nearby and sometimes he makes those quips
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✧warnings: Yandere/toxic themes, kidnapping, explicit stuff mentioned (this isnt my best writting im so sorry its been saur long, im working thru the reqs too<3 my drafts are filled w sm so stay tuned!!!)
❁synopsis: Sunghoon is feared by all, his name was enough to reinforce that fear, for he had grown to be a much more fearful mafia than his father, though one with morals, he never let women in his life, and he barely trusted anyone... until he saw a butterfly.
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Sunghoon stepped out of his limo, suitcase loaded with cash. He was filthy rich, and he couldn't deny it, so seeing him give a suitcase of month everytime the orphanage needed money, he was happy to help. His face always had a cold look, but the children all loved him, they were only safe, and loved in a caring foster home just because of him.
The man got into his vehcile, sitting in the driver's seat as Jungwon stared at him. "I still dont understand why you don't hire a driver for yourself bro-" Jungwon simply asked as Sunghoon raised an eyebrow "The rest of you boys cant be trusted driving under stressful situations so you have one, I just dont need one." he simply said as he started his car. The man started driving, when his car came to a sudden halt.
There before him, a pretty girl "Bro- u almost hit that hottie-" Jungwon pointed out as Sunhgoon didnt even bother turning his way, his eyes glued on the girl who apologized, before gettign distracted again, chasing after the blue morpho butterfly. "Crazy bitch- fuck she scared me-" Jungwon mumbled as Sunghoon continued staring at the girl, lovestruck, the way she raised her hand, and let the butterfly sit on her finger, as she kissed near it.
"Jungwon. I want to know every little detail about that girl. where she studies, where she lives, what she likes, what she hates, everything." He stated as Jungwon frowned, yet complied. She was very pretty, her layered dark hair, her perfectly winged eyeliner, the way she walked freely like she didn't give a care in the world. Not to mention, she definitely had style. For the first time he fell in love. So he will have her fall for him.
It didn't take Jungwon too long, as soon as he got home, he printed out the necessary files "Her name is y/n, she lives with the Lee's, yes She's Lee Heeseung's sister. Her father owns many schools, and she studies in the one Heeseung teaches in, to be fair, you're going to have to get on Heeseung's good side if you want her, because they're looking to arrange a marriage for her." Jungwon concluded as Sunghoon smiled.
It was all so easy for him. She was just within reach. "What brings you here Sunghoon?" Heeseung asked as the male looked around the School grounds. "Oh? well uhm.... uhh... just looking for a potential threat in this college- He's hiding from me..." he lied as Heeseung nodded. "In that case keep an eye on my sister-" Heeseung replied as he pat his shoulder, and walked off to a group of loud students.
His eyes finally found her, a butterfly sitting on her cheek, and she didn't even flinch, still writting notes in her book. He took a seat in front of her, causing the butterfly to fly away. The girl looked up, tilting her head at him. "Mr Park! what brings you here.... you aren't going to kill me are you?..." She asked as Sunghoon snickerred "Of course not.... what could possibly lead me to hurting a sweetheart like you?" He asked, his hand softly holding her jaw, as he ran his thumb across her lips and cheek.
It's no surprise she knew who he was, he was the Park Sunghoon, everyone knows him. God her lips are so perfect, he was so soft, making sure not to smudge her makeup or hurt her. However y/n felt a little uncomfortable... She softly pulled away. She can't deny it, he's fucking gorgeous, fighting her intrusive thoughts of rubbing her thumb across his brows.
"I wanted to see how my pretty girl is doing. My pretty girl..." he smiled, as he placed a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Im installing a butterfly greenhouse in my garden just for you, Heeseung said you love flowers, I have a whole garden filled with jasmines, roses, lotuses and many other flowers you name it..." Sunghoon continued. It was all moving so fast, was this her fiancee her parents picked for her? why's he moving so fast? why him? is this a trap to kill her?
It was none of which... The Lee father fears Sunghoon, and Heeseung is like a brother to Sunghoon, after all the man did abuse Heeseung and y/n growing up, so when Sunghoon asked to marry her, Of course her parents wer happy with it, Mrs Lee believed he was a sweetheart. Heeseung wasn't too happy at first, but he wasn't a typical mafia boss, playboy with prostitutes every night, how bad could it possibly be.
"Uhm..... huh?" Y/n asked, not knowing what to say or ask. "You're parents are ok with me marrying you so, instead of circling around, im giving it to you straight." Sunghoon simply said "All you need to do is pack your belongings when you get home, you're moving in with me, your room will be right opposite mine, and we can talk about what you want in this marriage ok?" He asked as Y/n stared, stunned.
She was never told anything.... Why is everything going so fast? She was being married off to a blood thirsty beastly man who kills for a living?! As Sunghoon left, she sat there lost in thought. So she really was his?.......
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Idk if I'll finish this, but here's a sketch of my "what if" if the main baddies were in Equestria Girls. Note I have only watched one EG movie. Working profiles under the cut, subject to change if I come up with something better.
Grogar: 42. Principal of the academy. Corrupt official. Former military. Big fan of the school to prison pipeline. Not interested in reforming his students, he wants more underground connections.
Discord: 17. Not much different from regular Discord, just without powers. Unless being annoying is a super power. Burned his last school down with a prank gone wrong. Aged out of foster care. Great test scores, but short attention span. Class clown. Desperate to be liked. Folds like a napkin whenever anyone is nice to him. Thinks Tirek is his BFF.
Tirek: 16. Committed armed robbery. Just barely managed to get tried as a minor. Was ratted out by his brother, and they no longer are on speaking terms. Daddy issues from parental favoritism. Absolutely planning to go back to crime as soon as he's out. Tolerates Discord because he lets Tirek cheat off his homework, but actually thinks he's annoying and clingy.
Cozy Glow: 8. Manipulative and a likely a child prodigy. Repeated instances being a danger to other students in her former school. Has been expelled multiple times. Tartarus was the last school that would take her. Has a baby crush on Tirek. Family never visits.
Chrysalis: 15. Disowned from her family. Committed crimes to survive homelessness, but has become more and more ruthless. No one can seem to get through to her anymore. Smart and calculating. Flirts with people and/or acts nice only when she wants things.
Sombra: 16. White collar crimes. Rich kid. Can't believe his parents couldn't buy off the judge. Only one who wears the uniform properly. Doesn't get along with any of the others, and wants to go back to his fancy private school already. Think he's above these weird poor people.
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therealstacyfakename · 27 days ago
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My Favorite 9-1-1 Fics of 2024
This year I read more fanfic than ever before so there's quite a few here. I just want to shout out these fic authors who brought me joy in 2024 and give you fic recs. Sorted by pairing (or lack thereof, there are gen fics in here) with word counts and summaries!
🔥 next to fics that feature a lot of smut or the smut was really memorable.
Buck/Eddie:
i found love where it wasn't supposed to be by chromatophorica - 12k words
Eddie thinks Bobby is Buck's dad when he joins the station. Assumptions lead to miscommunication.
Monday (You Could Fall Apart) by Pansys_goth_gf - 12k words
Evan Buckley enlists in the army fresh out of high school and falls in love with his best friend. Things spiral from there. From the prompt “Secretly Married”
if it weren’t for second chances by alasse - 47k words
When Buck doesn’t save Daniel, the Buckleys put him in foster care. Seventeen years later, Bobby meets a tall, lanky kid who can’t stop eating his pancakes at a church breakfast, and he gives him a phone number and an unconditional offer of help. A story about how Buck finds a chosen family, and with a few twists and turns, eventually gets to the 118, meets Eddie Diaz, and maybe finds himself a second and a third (or, an Evan Nash story)
Face to my face by EtoileGarden - 46k words
Girl dad buck!!! He fathers a child in his Buck 1.0 days and raises her starting at the end of season 1.
Waves (it comes and goes) by SunSpell80 - 40k words
Evan Buckley left his past behind when he left home for good at age 19. But an unexpected phone call on a quiet shift disrupts the life he's built for himself: forcing him to confront his past in order to build a new future. This fic is rather dark, it deals with discussion of past child sexual abuse and attempted murder.
the mark they saw on my collarbone by stockholm_syndrom - 27k words
Omega!Eddie and alpha!buck fic focused on gender roles, being a single parent, shame for being an omega, and Shannon. Highly highly recommend if you're into omegaverse.
🔥Second Best by Nejinee - 51k words
Eddie has convinced himself that helping Buck through his heat is perfectly normal behaviour between friends. It didn’t mean anything. omega!buck and alpha!Eddie fic where buck just wants to biohack his way out of his heats as fast as possible and Eddie wants to be a good friend and help!
🔥 Racing with the Brakes Cut by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels - 65k words
Buddie Fast & Furious AU with beautiful writing and smut that I haven't been able to stop thinking about
🔥 Let My Ink Stain Your Pages by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels - 107k words
Having just killed off his popular character, bestselling author Evan Buckley needs some new inspiration and fast. Luckily for him, Det. Eddie Diaz is about to stroll into his life. Castle AU!! my favorite fic by this author <3
new growth by notathingtoseehere - 15k words
Eddie in therapy after the fight club era.
good pretender by likeshipsonthesea - 85k words
an au where buck broke up with taylor before 5b, ravi and buck become (actually platonic) friends with benefits, and ravi, eddie, and buck all go on a journey of self-discovery that ends with them all getting what they need
I was like omg haha fwb sex leads to jealousy lol and then this fic was so moving and profound I couldn't put it down. I read this in one day.
Followed By Ghosts by itsanapothecary - 21k words
Instead of hiding the truth about Daniel from their children, Margaret and Philip memorialize their lost son in every one of their remaining children's accomplishments. Growing up, neither Maddie nor Buck felt like they could escape the shadow of their brother. When Buck finds the 118, he gets a chance to be his own person, although the looming attention from his parents and weight of expectations threatens to jeopardize what he's built in Los Angeles.
Buck/Tommy:
what are your intentions? by screamlet - 141k words
It's Tommy and Buck—the family they find and the family they make.
Listen listen when I say that one of the best pieces of literature I read this year was this fanfiction I mean it. It's buck and Tommy's love story, it's finding queer identity, it's family, it's everything. It's such a great exploration of what Bucktommy could've been. I wasn't 100% convinced when I read the first chapter but so glad I continued. I could gush about this fic for a while but don't want to spoil it.
my high hopes are getting low, but I know I'll never be alone by foxaquatica - 4k words
Buck and Tommy have moved in together and decide to tell their parents, so they invite them to brunch, and it almost goes well, except Margaret Buckley just keeps talking.
🔥Off the Ground by pepperlandgirl4 - 65k words series, marked in complete
Tommy is Abbey's ex-boyfriend and meets Buck when Buck is staying in Abbey's condo. A canon-compliant, different first meeting AU that explores the relationship through the events of season 2 and beyond.
((I personally miss the simpler times when Tommy/Abby was just a silly fan theory, well this fic is from that and very enjoyable. Also very hot))
Over the Rainbow by typicalopposite @typicalopposite - 40k words
the heavily angsty mpreg no one asked for that I just needed to tell anyway!
bucktommy mpreg written before the mpreg explosion post-breakup, it's crazy.
Rebuilding Burnt Bridges by LadyEyre - 65k words, ongoing series
When his grandmother passes away, Tommy is faced with the opportunity to reforge relationships with his estranged family.
Four works so far, very touching. Becomes more OC focused as you get into it, so not a lot of romantic development or scenes. A fic focused on family healing if you're into that.
🔥Paint Me in Neon and Make Me Glow by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels - 12k words
the five times Buck had an exhibitionist kink and the one time Tommy fucked him about it.
the shaky things we’ve seen by origamifrogs - 41k words
After a 118 call gone awry, Buck and Tommy become emergency foster parents to a three month old baby named Annabelle. Or, Tommy begins (and begins again).
Ugh bucktommy with a kid & foster care themes in a 9-1-1 fic it's everything I love. A lot of interesting Tommy stuff too.
Tommy, Actually by rosetterer - 21k words
Tommy's life then and now. While moving he finds a box of memories and you see his life story.
Where It Wasn't Supposed to Be by Princessfbi - 45k words
Buck and Tommy meet and start dating while Tommy is at the 118, only Tommy is still closeted and that brings its own issues.
🔥No way it was our last night by harmonic-intervention (BackseatSerenade) - 18k words
In Buck's defense, the first time it happened, it had been an accident. Somehow, calling Tommy in this situation was the least embarrassing option. - bucktommy fix-it, Buck finds the worst doms he can so Tommy will come and take care of him. It goes as well as expected.
somebody out there who will by kitthekazoo - 61k words
Married to his best friend, Evan Buckley thought he had everything he needed to be happy. When Eddie offers to open the relationship so Buck can explore sexually outside of their marriage, he's hesitant, but when he spends an eye-opening, incredible night with Tommy Kinard, it's exactly what he needed. However, the problems in his marriage have just started, and the simplest solution - break up with Tommy - isn't an option at all.
Dispatcher Tommy Kinard AU by Wolf - 58k words, ongoing series
Tommy meets season 1 Buck because he works as a dispatcher due to an injury. Series is ongoing and currently retelling season 2.
you may find yourself (in another part of the world) by indigostohelit - 65k words
Buck & Tommy are sailors in 1805 that's all you need to know.
Buck/Eddie/Tommy:
🔥don't just stand there by laurenttheninth - 20k words
Description: aka "five times Eddie Diaz almost walks in on his best friend having sex with a man, and the one time he absolutely does."
Yeah ok so this fic is so hot and the +1 in the trope low key made my jaw drop the first time I read it, so I highly recommend (this was one of the first 9-1-1 fics I ever read lol)
Clue by mmmargo @usercelestial - 3.9k words
So this is really buck/Tommy/Eddie/josh... Buck and Tommy have weekly game nights with Josh and Eddie. Chimney is totally normal about not being invited and accidentally does some sleuthing to find out what's so special about these parties which leads him to an interesting discovery.
No Romantic Pairings:
more would never be enough by ShyAudacity - 12k words
When he hears it again, Buck turns towards the living room, the sound getting clearer. He shuffles forward slowly; Buck goes to adjust his helmet and ends up knocking it off his head, landing just out of reach near the wall. He grimaces, reaching to grab it, and out of the corner of his eye, Buck spots two small feet and a brown and white stuffed dog tucked in the corner behind the couch. OR Buck rescues a foster kid.
listen listen listen if you read ONE fic without romance you should read this one. I love dad buck and foster care In a 9-1-1 fic too much
Good People. Bad Parents. by datleggy - 1.8k words
Buck shares some things and the team realizes his parents were abusive.
I feel it crash down (down on me) by smilingbuckley - 2k words
Buck discovered something in therapy and he talks about it with Bobby.
You would cry too, if it happened to you by Maximoff_Wanda - 2k words
The first birthday Buck spent on the 118, Bobby made him a cake and he was so confused as to who it was for cause no one has ever made him a birthday cake.
Knight’s Move by telm_393 - 14k words
Men usually develop schizophrenia between their late teens and early twenties. Albert Han, probationary firefighter with the LAFD, is twenty-three years old when the monsters move in. On a bad night, Chimney and Buck intervene. Nothing about this is easy. This fic is marked buddie but literally has no romance, it's about Albert suffering a psychotic break and his brother taking care of him.
Bonus Tarlos...
so I discovered 9-1-1 in July and didn't start Lone Star till October and still haven't actually finished it bc I'm in denial. So I have not yet gotten into Tarlos fanfic in earnest. But I love this series:
every beat of you, every measure and note by Flogsam - 50k words complete.
A series of fics about Carlos dealing with brain damage after the season 4 kidnapping. Very moving.
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Okay, okay, permanent-pregnancy for Shizun anon back again. I have read the worries people have, but have been too sick meanwhile to answer, but here it goes! Like, there is no reason to worry about the potential child, because you just have to decide what is your goal when making Shizun pregnant??? Children don't have to be involved at all!
Like, we know Shizuns love of the monstrous right?? What if he had a little accident when finding a new plant and after he is saved he finds it left a little something behind? And of course this plant is extremely rare so he couldn't possibly just let it's offspring die, no the only option is to carry it to term and then safely release it back into nature! He would be so cute and excited about learning about it, but also sooooooo shy, why did it have to be like this, oh, but he can't show that to the other lord's if they then decide to remove it, he is way too protective for that! So as his disciples it is of course our responsibility to make sure Shizuns is cared for and all his needs met while the little baby plant grows inside him!! (And if afterwards Shizuns realised this is the only way to keep the plant from dying out... Shizun is so kind and sometimes sacrifices have to be made)
But what if it is us breeding him that is the point? Well, I imagine Binghe and Shizun having shameless sex doing dual cultivation and as Binghe *AHEM* in Sizhun their cultivation mix and a new spirit is created. Something between demonic cultivation and human cultivation, something never seen before! Something only they could make together and now have to foster and grow! Since this isn't a normal pregnancy who knows how long it will last, just how it will affect sweet kind Shizun? Certainly, it is up to dear Binghe to make certain all Shizuns needs are met no matter what!!! (And if suddenly other cultivators want that new cultivation core and tries to kidnap Shizun? Well, then it is ours Binghes responsibility to save him each time which means Shizun would gladly reward us in any way we wanted!)
Okay, but what about some darker drama?? Shizun stuck in the Water Prison and Binghe can't have him running, what do he do? He finds an artifact that keeps Shizun pregnant and vulnerable (Not with actual child, it is just a curse), because how can he run when his feet hurt and stomach grows? How could he show himself to the rest of the world when he is like this? No, now he has to stay with Binghe and hopefully this will give Binghe time to prove himself for Shizun! And once they finally talk and clear the misunderstandings, then Binghe of course undoes the curse and they live happily ever after! (And if they keep the artifact for some... More adventurous evenings, that is between Binghe and Shizun)
And of course, what if you want to go full horror? Shizun becomes cursed without his knowledge and nothing we do can find the source or undo it! As he gets morning sickness, slowly grows larger, has all these weird cravings, there is no doubt what it is! But how could it be possible? Shizun knows he is a virgin, never even thought about the deed, how could this have happened? And he is a man, this shouldn't even be possible! He would be so scared and lost and we would be there to hold his hand and for him to have a shoulder to cry on as he shared all his worries and we would stay by his side during it all, so he never felt alone. Who knows what will happen, but we do know we will never leave Shizun! (And as long as he is like this... Then I suppose Shizun could never leave us...)
The point is, you need to ask yourself, what is the goal with the preggers Shizun kink?? None of these examples require an actual child to be involved, like we don't need to consider ethical dilemmas here! Do we want Shizun protecting the rare life growing inside of him? To we want to see him fill out with something we Binghe gave him, something created together? Do we want the drama of using the vulnerability against him until we finally understand each other? Or do we love the horror and a scared Shizun who can only go to us for support? So many different directions to go and each of them delicious in their own way! The wonders of fiction mean there are no limits of what we can put Shizun through OR how we save him <3
Sorry about my ramblings, just wanted to share my thoughts <3 Hopefully one or more of these scenarios will be written out soon, just have to write a few more chapters for my fic first!
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Op I am genuinely flabbergasted. I don't think anyone has ever out-horny'd me like this when it comes to shizun. I am listening and learning. Pondering all these mpreg alternatives. Thank you
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Family 4/?
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Fear, mention of trauma, gore (in a memory!!), panic, curse words
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Mark sat there quietly, looking down at Lizzie, still thinking about her brother. It hurt him deeply to imagine a teen-, well barely a teen looking after his little sister all alone. Mark also had an younger sister and couldn't imagine the same scenario for himself.
James tried soft talking to Lizzie from the distance while making some food. He decided to prepare a salad, it sounded the most reasonable, since he didn't really know what Lizzie could eat - lettuce and some other light vegetables didn't sound like something that could harm the poor little girl. His head was filled with thoughts as well but he didn't want to make it obvious.
Lizzie didn't answer any of James words, as she held the plush toy tightly and raised her timid ocean blue eyes up to Mark from time to time, only to look away as soon as she cought eye contact with him.
She was really afraid of him. She liked James better.
She secretly prayed that her brother would come very soon to take her back home. Well, the humans didn't seem as bad as the stories made them look but she knew that must have been a trick! She was a big girl and she knew that she couldn't be fooled!
"Mark, please call my work and let them know I can't come today" James repeated his request to his husband.
"Oh, yeah, right" Mark mumbled as he was roused from his reverie. He stood up too quickly which triggered Lizzie and made her flinch and hug the toy elephant more tightly.
Marks eyes widden slightly and he looked down at the girl with pity.
"Sorry little one" he whispered in a soft voice. It sounded unnatural, he had such deep and masculine voice that when he tried to sound soft and gentle it just sounded so forced and.. fake.
Lizzies eyes never meet his, nor did she answer. He waited for a secound, hoping that she would acknowledge that it was okay or something but after a moment he realized that would never happen. He just looked at his husband, hoping for his support but James was too concerned on making the salad and didn't pay him much attention. It only made Marks heart sting more. The man left the room to go call his beloveds work and make up some lie about him being sick.
Lizzie held back tears as the bigger, taller, more scary looking (and sounding) man left. She didn't want the humans to see how scared she was. She was big and brave! She knew her brother would save her! Right..?
She couldn't help but let out a sob. She didn't like being anywhere without Cain. Where was he?! She was terrified of the humans and hoped that it was all a dream. Well, more likely a nightmare.
James whole body stiffen when he heard the incredibly quiet, tiniest sob. His heart shattered again. He turned around to look at Lizzie in less that a secound.
"What's wrong, sweetie?" He spoke in his usual sweet voice as he stepped closer to the table. Lizzie raised her tiny eyes filled with tears and looked up at him.
"Oh, honey.." he signed, as he sat down on the chair "It's alright, everything will be okay".
James tried to comfort her the best way he could but he had trouble doing so without wanting to reach out to her and hold her in his arms (or rather palms).
Lizzie felt so alone. So scared. So tiny. She just needed some comfort. Any comfort. Any at all.
James seemed friendly enough, she thought. He didn't seem like a monster. He was.. nice. And she needed to be comforted.
She reached her hands up like a toddler wanting to be held. She hoped James would understand the gesture.
He did.
James moved slowly, not wanting to startle her any more than she already was. His heart beat fasten as he reached down to the girl. She flinched once his hands touched her but she didn't back away. She stood still with the same gesture, obviously scared but non the less needing to be held and comforted.
The humans fingers slowly grabbed her small body and raised her up from the table. James mind was a mess, he was so scared that he would do something wrong, that Lizzie would be even more terrified, that he wouldn't be gentle enough and actually he could hurt her. It didn't change the fact of how happy he felt at that moment. He knew Lizzie was scared, he knew she thought of him and his husband as monsters and yet she trusted him enough to want to be held by him.
Lizzie tried not to let more cries out as she was raised from the table, being held tightly by fingers that were literally her size. She was scared to look down, the fear of falling growing inside of her. Her whole body trembled and she knew there was no point in hiding that - the giant must have also felt it. Her mind created scary scenerios, like from the stories Cain would tell her. She started to regret making the decision of asking to be held when-
James brought her to his chest, hugged and comforted.
"It's alright Lizzie, I've got you. You're going to be okay, I'm here" he spoke so softly that it was almost too nice sounding to be true. Lizzie remembered the same feeling, though she didn't remember where was it from. She remembered someone holding her just like that and singing her tunes. She snuggled closer into her fa- into James' chest and began to calm down. Before she knew it she was asleep.
James couldn't help but smile once he realized that Lizzie had fallen asleep on his chest. He was really happy that she trusted him enough and felt comfortable enough to let her guard down. He could have sat there, holding her for all the enternity. She was his little angel send from the heavens. She needed him. And now he was completely sure, since the first time he held her when he helped her get untangled - he needed her.
He was rushed from his thoughts when he heard Mark calling out for him.
"James! Help me!" Mark yelled form a different room just a secound after there was a bang.
"He broke the drawer again, didn't he?" James signed quietly with a tired expression. He stood up but soon realized that taking Lizzie with him would surely wake her up. He lowered her on the sofa. Once his fingers had to get away from her they felt empty. As if something, or rather someone was missing. James wouldn't have said that out loud but he started to care for the little girl way more than he should.
He left the room, going to help his husband.
Soon enough, this was Cain's chance.
The boy didn't really know what was happening outside, in the kitchen but he knew damn well that his sister was in danger. The human beans have left. This was probably his only chance at getting his baby sister back.
He rushed out from the walls and looked around, trying to spot Lizzie. As soon as he did his heart sank.
She was laying there, not moving, eyes closed on the sofa.
Cain's breath quickened, his hands trembled and his eyes widen with horror.
He immediately remembered the scene..
Little Cain and Lizzie were with their parents. They were happy.
"Take care of your little sister, while we go borrowing Cain" his father told him.
"We will be back soon" his mom said, while she hugged him.
"I will take care of her, I promise I won't dissapoint you daddy" Cain looked up at his dad with a smile. The man putted a hand on his sons head and messed his hair a little.
"That's my boy."
Hours passed. Mommy and daddy weren't coming back. Lizzie was crying from being hungry and tired. She never could fall asleep without her dada singing her tunes and without mommy's goodnight kiss.
Cain was starting to worry. Where were they? They never borrowed for such a long time. He didn't know how to handle Lizzie. He needed his parents!
Finally, when Lizzie was so tired that she fell asleep from exhaustion, Cain decided to go and check on his parents. It was still some time before sunrise, the human must have still been asleep.
Cain knew the tunnels. His daddy tough him already two times how to borrow! He was a big boy, after all. He needed the skill to help his parents.
He ran to the counter, but stopped as soon as he heard the humans voice.
"Fucking pests!" He yelled out angrily "If they weren't so damn struggling I could have sold them and now what?! I have to clean all this mess!"
Cain didn't understand what was happening. Why was the human up? What pests? There were no pests in the house. Where were his mommy and daddy? What the hell was this monster cleaning up after? WHERE WERE MOMMY AND DADDY?
The boy waited untill he heard the humans footsteps getting further away. His heart was racing, his eyes started to fill up with tears.
"Momma? Daddy?" He whispered, peaking out from the tunnel. What he had seen.. was undescribable.
The little boys eyes widen as he saw that the whole countertop was painted red. He knew that this wasn't no paint nor leftovers of some food. The countertop was stained with blood. His heart skipped a beat.
"Momma..? Daddy..? Where are you..?" He sobbed out. He thought he had already known the answer but he would have not accepted it. He had to find his parents. Lizzie needed them. He needed them.
He rushed to check if his parents were maybe hiding somewhere around the countertop. His body trembled and he almost puked once his shoes were stained with blood.
His parents were not there.
Finally, he went to the edge of the countertop. Maybe they hid on the floor? Away form.. whatever had happened there.
It was a mistake that he had looked down.
There was a giant trash bin just below him. It was filled with paper towels stained with blood. There was also..
"DADDY?!" Cain sobbed out as he was unable to hold back tears now.
"No, no, no, no, no!!" The little boy cried out as he looked at the crushed corpse of his father. The man was missing 3 of his limbs. His face was deformed. He was dead. Daddy was dead.
The scary part did not end there. Right next to the boys father there were parts of his mommy's body. It was not complete. Her head was missing. Her fucking head!! Her favourite sweater was all covered in blood and her own organs. I will spare you the terrifying and heartbreaking details.
Cain could have done nothing but puke and cry. How could that have happened?! How could they have been cought?! He needed them! They had to be alive! This had to be a nightmare! It had to be!
Looking at his daddy's, crushed, deformed, lifeless face he knew that it was all too real. That it was the humans that were responsible for.. this..
"I'm so-sorry d-daddy.. I won't d-diss-dissapoint you, I'll pro-protect Lizzie" he promised the corpse of his father, remembering their last conversation. Daddy was supposed to come back home. Mommy was supposed to come back with him.
The little boy heard the footsteps of a human reappearing into the kitchen.
"I l-lo-love you.. Goodbye m-mommy, goodbye daddy" he sobbed out the last time, looking at the devastated corpses, running away back into the tunnel.
He run as fast as he could back to Lizzie, crying, whimpering, occasionally vomiting. His shoes left red stains in the tunnel.
"I will protect Lizzie" he promised to his parents.
Cain stood there unmoving, his heart beating heavily as he started at Lizzies body, lying on the enourmous sofa. It couldn't have been too late. He needed to protect her. She had to be alright.
He rushed with his another hook onto the floor and run as fast as he could. He couldn't loose his sister. She was the only one he had left. He promised he would protect her. He fucking promised.
He was shaken. His head started to create scary scenerios as he ran. His eyes filled with tears but he couldn't loose hope.
He threw his hook onto the sofa and started climbing as fast as he could. He reached the top in no time. As soon as he did he ran to his sister.
When he saw that she was breathing a weight was lifted from his chest. He shook her to wake her up.
"Lizzie! Wake up! We need to get away from here!" He yelled out, scared that the giants could come back any moment.
Lizzie opened her eyes uncertainty and when she saw Cain she hugged him tight.
"You came!" She grabbed onto her brothers chest "I'm sorry I took your hook! I will never leave again!" She spoke.
Cain didn't have time for this nonsense now. He grabbed her onto his arms.
"Not now Lizzie. I'm not mad. Let's get outta here" he spoke to her, petting her head.
"Get on my back and hold on tight" he commanded.
As soon as James came back into the kitchen he knew something was definitely wrong. He didn't yet know what, but something was.. off.
Soon he figured out that it must have been two tiny children on a rope hanging from his sofa.
"Holy moly.." he whispered with wide open eyes. Lizzie looked at him for a second and them looked away with shame, while the bigger boy had fear and anger in his eyes. The borrowers got onto the floor before James could have had any reaction. They ran under the sofa.
Cain's heart was beating fast. That was close. They had no tunnels under the sofa. They had to get away quickly somehow! They had to get away before the humans get to them and they will spare their parents fate. He held his sister close to himself, trying not to show how frighten he actually was.
Soon enough Mark accompanied James in the kitchen door.
"Why are you standing like that? Where's Lizzie?" the bigger human asked his husband who was visibly shocked and stunned.
As Cain heard the humans voice under the sofa he looked at his sister with rage. His eyes showed her of how much he dissaproved of the humans knowing her name.
"She's.. under the sofa. With her brother, I suppose.." James answered his husband in almost a whisper, never taking his eyes away form the furniture.
"Then let's move the sofa and get them out form under it" Mark said, rushing to get closer to the sofa.
"Wait!" his partner had stopped him "Those are kids. They're hiding because they are scared. If we force them out we will only play into their fears more"
James' reasoning made Mark stop in his trucks.
"Yeah, your probably right.. So what's your plan?"
"You should go to work, I'll handle it, I promise" James kissed his husband's cheek, pointing out at the time. Mark was frustrated at the fact that he couldn't have an impact on how the story with the tiny kids continues untill 5 pm but he knew his husband was better with kids anyways.
"Love you" he said.
"I love you too" James answered.
James though for a couple of minutes before sitting down at the floor, still leaving plenty of space between himself and the sofa.
"Lizzie? Are you alright?" was his first question. He spoke in his soft voice, hoping that Lizzie trusted him enough to.. come back to him. Or at least answer.
Cain listened carefully to all the humans words before, but emotions blurred most of them out. He held his sister close as they stood next to the wall, hiding. He was still mad that the humans knew his sister's name. Once he realized that one of them left he signed with a little bit of relief. It was easier to get away from one human rather than two, but it still was a unfair fight.
As he heard the human speak directly to Lizzie his blood boiled. The human was cruel enough to joke about caring about the little girls well being. As if he wasn't a freaking monster.
Cain gestured to his sister that she can not answer.
James sat there quietly for a moment, knowing that it would be a hard day for him.
Winning childrens trust is a unfair battle.
"It'll be a long day" James signed.
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Thank you for reading and waiting for this part! After over a year, you get the promised update. I hope you enjoyed it and can't wait for the future parts!! Love ya 💙 (especially those who really waited for this for a long time (sorry for that))
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thezombieprostitute · 3 months ago
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you've written curtis as the pinnacle of man and i lay wreaths at your feet for that but-
:takes a drag from my cigarette (candy):
i want to know if you can pin down a situation where he's responsible for a relationship headed down the drain or its already hit rock bottom OR he's your ex 👀
(context i listened to fast car by tracy chapman too many times)
First of all :steals candy cigarette, replaces it with pocky: At least this stuff has flavor.
Second, I'm glad you like how I write for Curtis. Writing a different kind of Curtis would be quite the challenge because I do want to believe the best in people.
But what about a Curtis who knows you're going to leave him so why bother letting himself get fully invested?
Warnings: Alcoholism, Depression, Implied suicidal thoughts. Please let me know if I missed any!
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Growing up the way he did, everyone eventually left. Whether it was his father walking out on his family or his mother drinking herself to death soon after, it sunk home that people leave. His time in the foster care system only reinforced the idea. Families didn't actually want him so he never got his hopes up of sticking around. He knew as soon as he was 18 and no longer eligible for providing his foster family income, he'd be out on his ass. So why bother letting anyone get close?
He met you at work. Found out you had dropped out of school to take care of your father. He couldn't understand doing such a thing, your father was just going to leave you, why would you do such a thing for him? It took quite some time, but the two of you did become friendly. But Curtis couldn't let himself fully invest in the friendship. Why should he? You were just going to leave him, too.
It shocked him when you asked him out, but he did enjoy your company, even if he could never let himself fully enjoy it, so he agreed. The two of you had fun, but Curtis could never return all of the care and love you gave him. He knew you would leave so he made sure to keep himself safe. You expressed hurt now and then at his reticence, but he couldn't give you what you wanted. He shouldn't give you what you want. You're just going to leave and it'll only hurt him even worse if he does.
Your continued unhappiness only confirms his beliefs. He doesn't understand why you're trying so hard. Why you're pretending like everyone doesn't end up leaving. Are you scared of being alone? He is too, but he's grown to accept the inevitability. He only closes himself off more and more every time you try to "work with him". You're not working with him, he thinks. You're just working to try to console yourself that the inevitable loneliness isn't going to happen.
When you finally do leave, Curtis feels more pain than he expected. He purposefully kept the distance between you so it wouldn't hurt so much when you ended up leaving. But it hurts so much more than he thought it would. He misses you but he knows it's foolish to try to get you back. Maybe he'll take the same route his mother did. Maybe it'll numb the pain for himself while making sure you never have to deal with the false hope of giving him another chance.
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happy74827 · 1 year ago
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A Brother’s Promise
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[Mike Ross & Teen!Fem!Reader]
Synopsis: Despite not being blood-related, the Ross’ are nothing but family.
WC: 2177
Category: Hurt/Comfort, Slight Fluff, Platonic {TW — Child Abuse, Foster Homes, Bad Parenting, Mentions of Drugs, Runaway}.
I have no idea what sparked this but now I can’t unwrite it, so you’re all stuck with it.
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Mike was always one who cared about those around him, so it didn't come as a surprise when you found yourself sitting inside his law firm, awaiting the man you heard so little about, Harvey Specter.
You were young, a small teenager at that. Fresh out of the foster care system with nothing but the clothes on your back and the suitcase that contained the rest of your meager possessions. You had been shuffled from home to home, never settling in for longer than a few years, before the parents grew tired of you or couldn't deal with you anymore and shipped you off.
You were about ten when you met the Ross family. Edith Ross was walking home with groceries in hand, her arms laden down with bags that threatened to spill out over her feet as she tried to make it the short distance from the bus stop to her home. That’s when she found you in the rain, curled up into a ball next to a street light. Your dirty clothes clung to your frail frame as you shivered violently, tears streaming down your face.
Mrs. Ross had taken one look at you and dropped the bags. She quickly knelt down, placing her hands on your shoulders, trying to get you to look at her. She didn’t hesitate to take off her sweater, wrapping it around you and ushering you along with her.
You had tried to tell her you couldn't go with her, but she was already pulling you along onto the bus.
The minute you were inside the Ross household, she had sat you down in the bathroom.
"Let's get you into a nice warm bath. Does that sound good, Sweetheart?" You just stared at her, confused.
"Bath?" You whispered, looking away.
"Yes, Sweetie. A bath. Let's get you clean."
That night was the best night you’ve had in your whole life. You got a warm meal, a warm bed, and a warm bath. You were given some of Mike's old clothes and tucked into the bed.
Mike’s bed, of course. He rarely visited his grandmother’s house now that he had become roommates with that Trevor, but the night you came, he was visiting.
He had come into the room, seeing you lying on his bed, and immediately thought his Gram had lost her mind.
"Gram!" He called out, "Who… What?"
Edith chuckled, coming into the room. "Michael, I want you to meet our new guest.” She smiled at you before turning her attention back to Mike. “She was out in the cold, so I took her in.”
Mike was completely dumbfounded. He stood there, mouth hanging open and eyes wide. Thinking back on it, the expression was quite funny.
“You kidnapped her?!” Mike yelled, incredulous.
"I did no such thing!" She huffed. "She was sitting on the sidewalk, soaked and freezing."
“She’s not a cat, Gram. You can't just pick up stray kids like they're lost kittens."
"Well, someone needs to do something!" Edith was becoming frustrated. "Look at her, Michael."
She pulled him towards you, and he got a good look at you. You were staring back, unsure of what was going on.
"I... I..."
"You'll see, Michael. She'll fit right in. She needs a place to stay, and we have the room."
Mike had no response. Instead, he had turned to look at you. His mouth was opening and closing like a fish; no words were coming out.
Mike ended up taking you to the police station in the morning. That night, he was too tired and worn out to deal with the situation, so he, in fact, did slept on the couch.
The connection between you two was immediate, and even after everything was sorted and you were back with your father, you found yourself still clinging to the Ross family. You memorized everything you could about Mike and Edith and found yourself missing them terribly.
Your father, while not the best parent, did his best to provide for you for that little while.
When he started using again, things took a turn for the worse. The house was in disarray. It was covered in filth, with empty takeout containers and dirty dishes, along with other junk, covering the once pristine counters. Your father was constantly yelling and screaming at the television and the walls. There was never a moment of peace, and when there was, he was passed out drunk.
It wasn't the first time you had witnessed him high, but it was the first time that he made you sick to your stomach. You often left the house for an escape, and it caused you to run into the Ross family again.
Mike was a temporary mailman, if you could call it that, and was dropping off a package when he saw you walking along the street.
He was deciding whether to go talk to you or just go on with his job, but when a neighbor started eyeing you weirdly, he decided to walk you home.
After that, Mike became your official unofficial brother and Edith a mother figure. The visits to the Ross household were constant, though you never visited Mike’s apartment strictly because of how weirded out you were with the stories of Trevor. Plus, there were no cookies over there. Edith always had fresh cookies at her house, and the two of you would sit and talk about your week.
You were twelve when your father passed. That was when the visits to the Ross household stopped being frequent, and the trips to the foster homes began.
You still kept in contact, of course. You had their numbers memorized, and if you ever had a problem, whether it was a simple math problem or a bigger issue, Mike was always there on the other line.
That was why you went to him last night, in a sheer panic, running from your current home with a cut lip and black eye.
Edith was long gone now, having passed away in her sleep. So, it took you a while to discover the new home of the “Ross” family — which only consisted of Mike now.
It was late, probably around midnight, but you didn’t care. The second you found the address, you snuck out of your room and made your way there, walking the whole way.
You were hesitant when you made your way into the apartment building, only to find a woman answering the door. She eyed you suspiciously, looking up and down and asking what a kid like you was doing out so late.
Your hoodie was covering your face, so you quickly pulled it down and smiled.
She gave you the opposite as complete horror overtook her face. “Oh my god.” She rushed out.
The next thing you know, you're inside an apartment, a cup of hot cocoa in your hands and a warm blanket wrapped around your shoulders.
She kept calling and calling the entire time, clearly being out of her element to deal with this.
"He's not answering." She sighed.
"Maybe he's working. He's a lawyer." You offered.
She nodded, not bothering to question how you knew that. She tried one more time, this time leaving a message.
You found out the woman’s name was Rachel, the very same Rachel that Mike talked about on occasion. She was nice enough, you guessed, though a bit uptight. She reminded you a lot of Edith, and it was almost painful to look at her.
As for Mike, you didn’t see him. You fell asleep on the couch before he arrived home and only woke up when you heard him calling for Rachel.
He was not pleased to see you; that much was certain. He was shocked, and the sight of your face made him angry.
You had expected this reaction, which is why you didn’t mention the circumstances. Instead, you just told him you had run away from your latest home. You seemed to do that a lot, now that you think about it.
He had sent Rachel away and asked you to tell him everything.
And you did. He was the only one you could trust, and he had listened to every word, anger, and sadness evident on his face.
It wasn’t until later that Harvey Specter was introduced. You heard about him once. Mike was talking about some big case, and he had mentioned the then-senior partner by name, but other than that, you had no idea who the man was.
Harvey had walked in, taking one look at Mike and then the stranger sitting across from him, and was not pleased.
"What the hell is going on here, Mike?"
"I'm not entirely sure, Harvey." He sighed. "But it's not good."
"Who is she?"
You looked over at him, an awkward smile on your face. You would’ve given him a wave as well, but Mike was gripping your hand as if his life depended on it.
"My sister."
Harvey was quiet for a moment, looking over the two of you. You had to admit, the two of you didn’t look alike, not at all. But the two of you did share one common trait.
"Not really,” you whispered. "I mean, we're not related. Not by blood, anyway. I don't even know his middle name."
"James,” Mike replied, smiling at you.
"Really? Wow. I totally thought it was John."
"Okay," Harvey cut in, not enjoying being out of the loop. "Are we here to talk about the name James, or are we here to figure out why there's a kid here? A kid who, by the way, looks like she just went a few rounds head to head with Rocky.”
"You should see the other guy." You joked, though it was met with two unimpressed glares. "Sorry."
"She's my sister. We're not related, but she's family. This is the first time I've seen her in years."
Harvey let out a sigh. "So, she's a runaway. Great, Mike. This is just great. We need to contact CPS and let them know she's here."
"No!" Mike was on his feet in an instant. “Look at her face, Harv. I'm not going to turn her over. I know exactly where she's going. They'll send her back, and I'm not letting that happen. Not again."
"She’s a runaway, Mike. She stays here, and it's the same thing as kidnapping. As much as I hate the system, it's there for a reason. They’ll relocate her, and she'll be fine."
"You don't know that."
"She's a teenager, Mike. She'll survive. We did."
You were staring down at your shoes the whole time, not knowing what to say or do. Your face hurt, and you were still shaken from the events that happened just hours before, but you couldn't bring yourself to say anything.
"Look at me," Mike turned to you, kneeling down to your level. "You're not going back, okay? I promise."
"Mike-"
"Harvey, she's staying."
"You can't just decide that, Mike. It's the law. I know you don’t care much for that, given your track record, but-"
"She's staying," he repeated more forcefully. "If I have to sign a thousand papers, then so be it. But I'm not letting her go again.”
Harvey watched the scene unfold. He had a lot to say, a lot to do, but instead, he found himself backing down.
"Okay, Mike," Harvey said softly. He glanced at you for a moment, watching your eyes flicker from his own to Mike before looking back down.
He didn't have any family other than his brother and maybe his mother. It was hard for him to understand the relationship between Mike and you, but he couldn't deny the feeling that settled in his stomach at the sight of your broken, terrified eyes.
Mike was a kind-hearted person, and while Harvey never believed in the whole 'family means everything' crap, seeing you there, scared and alone, made him rethink everything.
You needed a home, a safe one, and for whatever reason, Mike was hellbent on giving that to you. Harvey didn't have to like it, but he would stand by his decision.
"I'll get Donna to make some calls. CPS is still getting called, no matter what, but I'll do what I can."
Mike smiled at his friend and stood back up. "Thanks, Harv."
"Yeah, yeah."
He had left not soon after, leaving you and Mike alone. And as it later turns out, a couple of months later, you found yourself right back to where you started.
You were back at the Ross household, sleeping in Mike's bed (though it was technically yours now) and sitting at the dining room table with him, eating Edith's famous cookies.
Only this time, there was no Edith. There was a Rachel, a Harvey, and even a Donna.
But the biggest difference of all was that you didn’t have to sneak around anymore. You could openly call the Rosses, your family without fear.
And if that wasn’t the greatest feeling in the world, then you didn't know what was.
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lowkeyrobin · 11 months ago
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MCYT with an S/O who fosters kittens? :D
OH MY LORD YESYESYESHDNSKDNDN I had sm inspo w this bc I have 5 cats (cats are one of my favorite things ever I swear) and yeah dkkdkd THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST
MCYT ; you foster kittens
includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, quackity, foolish gamers, & slimecicle
warnings ; language, talk of harm towards animals
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TOMMYINNIT
genuinely feels so bad when you have to let the cats go
like he tears up nearly every fucking time
he watches some of these poor cats go from aggressive and distant, barely able to eat because they don't trust you yet, to warm, loving and cuddly little creatures
he literally watches them grow and he gets so emotional cause like why can't you keep all of them???
he'll be off to the side when you're handing them away to a new home wiping his tears
he's more emotional about it than you
he gifts you like new cat food bowls and cat towers and stuff once they get all beaten to a pulp
if you're fostering more than like three at a time, he'll have a gang of them on his lap while he's editing, recording, or lounging around
his hands are always covered in scratches and scars because he'll fuck around and find out even after you warn him about them being feisty at first
"this one got ran over by a car and he's blind now"
"can we keep him?? :("
RANBOO
like tubbo, it warms his heart to see you care so much about the poor babies that just need a little help readjusting and understanding that not all people are bad/you're there to help them
absolutely loves when you bring back like little feisty babies that barely know how to walk but know how to hiss
they can't help but laugh like "awe oh my god, this is so sad but it's so cute"
when I tell you all those cats are so spoiled by them
it's sweet though, he really cares about all the cats you take in too, you honestly foster them together at this point
you guys end up keeping this tuxedo cat with one eye and name it Jellyfish (as per chats vote)
the amount of fanart of you two with jellyfish 💔💔💔 so cute
jellyfish becomes the mom of all the new fosters and looks over them and shit, that way they ease into the new environment a little better
buys all the fosters outfits. there's a barbie sized closet for all the clothes
FREDDIE BADLINU
it's like there's a new cat every week considering he brings back street cats as well LMAO
these mf cats are SO SPOILED but they deserve it
he gets so attached to the disabled ones because he loves having to help them out
he loves teaching them how to eat from his hands too
it's so funny, like they'll nick his fingers and he'll be like "fuck, that tickles, Mr. Peanut!"
gets so emotional when you have to give them to better homes
like hugs and kisses them goodbye 4 times
he genuinely thinks your magic, watches those cats go from shy and trying to stay away from you to like being attached to you by the hip and all wagging their tails
he's constantly running around the house playing with them too
he loves seeing them pop up on 2 legs like meerkats when he's serving them wet food or treats LMAO
NIKI NIHACHU
she couldn't care less that the house is loaded with cat stuff and a whole room is filled with cat towers, shelves and toys for them
loves making new little puzzles/mazes for the cats with the shelves, making a little competition to see who can get to the top fastest
she names the cats because she's gonna get attached either way, but after a while they become more and more silly
like they go from Sebastian and Pixel to Tater Tot and Simon From Alvin And The Chipmunks so quickly
she learns how to make homemade cat treats as well
she also, like ranboo, gets a little barbie closet and fills it with cat outfits
some cats like the outfits and others don't, but the ones who do, good god it's like britney manson on the runway
absolute ws in that house, photoshoots for days
QUACKITY
"AH WHAT THE FUCK? Y/n! come get Jessie and Walter, they've invaded my stream!"
he genuinely names most the foster cats characters from meme shows/movies/memes in general
actually named one Badass Grandmas Meme ; also named another Hurricane Tortilla after that one vine
always taking .5s of the cats once they've accepted that he exists as well
sometimes they hop on his desk and join the stream
"Oh, look! it's Goldfish, she's the newest foster that y/n took in"
constantly taking pictures of you and the fosters throughout the stages of rehabilitation
from hissing and scratching to cuddling on the couch and lazy naps
no cat leaves without a little pair of sunglasses
he's genuinely inspired to make quackity cat merch because most of the fosters you take in LOVE clothes LMAO
FOOLISH GAMERS
literally treats these mfs as babies
you'll walk in and see him holding one of the elderly cats you're rehabiliting from a bad home whom just got rescued and he's holding this poor girl like a literal infant
she loves it though, most the cats do
the fosters love playing with his hair too, and he plays into it, always bends down to their level and wobbles his hair around for them to smack around and try to chew on
he has such a soft spot for them
if you're having one of those rare moments where you might give up on a cat, he's right there to try and help you
flea baths on kittens are always done by him, he feels so bad for each of them, meanwhile you're on cat-drying duty and giving them a lil medication to kill any remaining fleas
he's 50/50 on names at first but gives up with trying to not name them bc he gets attached anyways
"Oh, lookit! this is Evergreen, she's been chilling with us for like, 3 months I think"
he loves when they interrupt his streams bc they're so cute and explorative and curious LMAO
CHARLIE SLIMECICLE
he's the most supportive of you fostering cats like ever
loves fucking around with them and sliding them around on the floor, if there's any long hair cats, he loops very loose bows and clips around their fur and shit
cradles them like babies to sleep
and then slips them into the cat tower or on the couch/bed etc
even covers them with a little blanket
"Oh shit, they've invaded, they're raiding! the axe weilding brothers are here!"
gives them the most dumbass names like Microwave Popcorn and Toaster Strudle
he frames pictures of every cat in the hallway once they leave
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