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angelmichelangelo · 2 years ago

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the dad diaries for @turrondeluxe ❤️

if anybody doesn’t know, the peepaw and babies au has TOTALLY taken over my brain like. in the best way possible so of course i just had to write a lil fic for it <3 i hope u like this, amigo! i have other little ideas floating around in my head if you’d ever want more fic version of your au :) anyway enough rambling ENJOY!! everybody go check out the au i’m fairly certain everything is archived on @peepawronin for your enjoyment :-)

His coffee, as strong as it may, didn’t deter the headache that was blossoming behind his tired, weary eyes from expanding; creeping across the front of his skull with each steady pulse of his heartbeat.

He takes another sip, steels himself to see if perhaps the magic he knows does not truly exist has worked and…

“Papa!”

There’s the sound of his youngest, voice thick with babyish chub still, carrying across the lair with determination, tallying around inside his squeezing head like a brash drum cymbal.

Before he can push himself up off his stool, it goes off again, shrill and impatient,

“Papa! Papa! I’m telling!”

That was nothing new for Michelangelo these days, that familiar old phrase, minced with saccharine dramatics, he’s blinking his eyes hard to starve off the rest of the headache that threatens him; the kind that travels down the back of his skull and towards his shell and over his spine and makes him feel about a million years old.

He heaves a sigh. He already feels a million years old these days, what with the trophies of his days gone by evident across his aging body, like his trick knee and the ache he gets in his elbow when it perhaps rains a little too hard. It’s one thing to feel it physically, but the added bonus of it being emotional as well weighs just a touch too heavy for his liking.

He comes to a stop in the pit where the sounds are louder and more pitchier, and there’s two little turtles to accompany them, faces all pinched into varying degrees of annoyance.

It’s Odyn who reaches him first, as it often is, he’s a daddy’s boy at heart, little tiny legs carrying him the small distance that separates them, he goes barrelling into the larger, older turtle, face first into his pant leg. He’s gripping the edges of the fabric with three little fingers, giving it a sharp tug when he says with a rush of air,

“Papa, Uno is being mean again!” He whines, pressing his snout into Mikey’s leg. “He keeps calling me names!”

Uno has since joined their fray now, chest heaving with each stuttered breath as if the idea of being accused of such a thing is stunting each draw of air into his lungs.

“No I didn’t!” He retorts, voice all pitchy and nasally. Michelangelo groans softly to himself. “He’s just being a baby! Like he always is!”

Such a spiteful word directed towards their youngest is enough to erupt a hurtful sob from the smaller turtle. He buries his face further into his fathers leg, his voice warbled and muffled from both the tears the the mouth full of pant he has right now, but Mikey is able to carefully decipher it of something along the lines of, (in true irony),

“See! He keeps calling me a baby!”

He pries his son’s iron grip off from his leg, forcing him to look upwards with a tap of his finger beneath his damp chin. Fat tears roll down his cheeks, framing his face almost perfectly, he looks at his child sternly.

“You know not to take it to heart, hm? Do you eat baby food and wear diapers?”

Odyn sniffles, bringing a fist up to scrub away at the snot collected beneath his snout.

“No?”

Mikey hums. “And do you chew on furniture and need papa’s help to feed yourself?”

Odyn shakes his head. “No, papa.”

Michelangelo grins softly. “Then you’re not a baby. You know that, I know that.” He looks pointedly at his other son who is unmovable under his gaze. “Uno knows that. He only says it to get a rise out of you, right?”

Odyn’s bottom lip wobbles dangerously. “Yes,” he says in a rush, “but—”

Michelangelo is swift to cut in. “But I will deal with your brother. Okay?”

Odyn doesn’t seem entirely swayed; Michelangelo thinks that maybe he wanted some sort of permission to perhaps say a bad word directed at his brother, or maybe to have it out in a short scrap and there as kind of emotional compensation that only siblings would believe to be a reliable source of insurance against name calling.

But the smaller turtle eventually heaves a heavy, wet sigh, and nods his head solemnly.

“Good. Go play with your sisters,” Michelangelo instructs him, tapping him gently against the ridge of his shell. “I think they’re coloring. Will you make me something pretty?”

That gets his spirits up, the smile beaming across his face so bright, it might as well evaporate his previous tears left behind on his cheeks.

“Okay!” He calls out with delight as he toddles off to join his other, much quieter siblings on the far side of the room. Mikey watches them as they scoot aside and make space for him, offering up a fresh slice of paper, he’s already making grabby hands for the brightest crayons they own.

“He’s always getting me into trouble.”

That’s Uno’s low, forbidding voice, all full of that way too early angst that he recognises from himself and his brothers in their adolescent years, and when Mikey turns to face him, he’s sullen.

He doesn’t wait to hear whatever wisdom his father might be able to offer, instead, his bottom lip is trembling like it’s heavy with the weight of all the words he wishes to say; all the woes and the hurt that comes with having little brothers, and suddenly, with his face drawn in such an expression and his eyes narrowed and his mouth tight, Michelangelo sees a glimpse of Raphael in this child.

“You know, I was the youngest of my brothers,” Michelangelo explains to him. He motions for him to follow as they leave the pit, letting the soft voices of the other children behind them as they walk back towards the kitchen from which he came. “I pulled the same tricks he pulls from time to time.”

Uno pauses his end of conversation to clamber on top of the barstool that wobbles slightly under his swaying weight. Michelangelo steadies it with a hand until his son is fully situated, and once he is, he’s swiveling around to face the older turtle, still sporting the same, sour expression across his younger face.

“Then why’d you let him get away with it?” He says, words barbed, like this was somehow his fault now. “It’s not fair, papa.”

And Michelangelo chuckles softly. There are the glimpses of Donatello that shine through, like bright sunshine filtering through curtains in the early morning in hues of gold – that sharp intellect that constantly comes with its millions of almost unanswerable questions.

“Because I also know what my older brothers were capable of,” he tells him gently. “They did all they could to push my buttons, to get me in trouble. They knew how to play the game without getting themselves a foul.”

Uno heaves a loaded sigh, his plastron rising and falling, his hardened glare seems to melt away a little as he allows his father’s words to soak in.

“I just hate him,” he says suddenly, words dark and low. “He’s so annoying.”

Michelangelo stiffens at that. And at his father’s physical reaction, Uno shrinks a little, aware of what he’d just said; how loaded his words were.

“You don’t hate him.” Michelangelo tells him, Uno’s gaze gingerly lifts to meet his. “You are annoyed by him, yes, but hate is such a strong word, musko-san.”

Uno’s dark eyes flicker across the room with nerves, caught out, he wrings his hands together, as if trying to rid himself of the nervous energy that this conversation was building within him.

“I’m sorry chichi,” he says in a small voice. “That was mean. I don’t hate Uno.”

Michelangelo hums. “I know.” Then, “You know how I know?”

Uno shakes his head.

“The time you taught him kanji,” he begins to list. “Or when he lost a tooth and you soothed him because he was hurt.” He watches with pride as a small smile ghosts across his child’s face. “Or whenever you read to him before bed, even when it’s the stories you have already heard before.”

Uno rubs tiredly at his eyes; all of these emotions are a lot to bear for such a small boy.

“I know you love your brother, Uno,” Michelangelo tells him, tapping a green finger beneath his chin to gather his focus. “I know because I see so much of your oji in your soul.” He smiles warmly at his son. “Each one of them,” he adds, moving his finger down from his face to rest across his plastron, right over where his heart lies. “Right here, hm?”

Uno shifts in his seat, the old, worn barstool groans under his growing weight, he pitches himself as far forward as he can go without toppling off, looking up at his father with big, round curious eyes.

“Really?” He says, voice clinging to an awed whisper.

“Really.” Mikey tells him with a stern nod. “Now go play,” he says quickly, flapping him away with a dismissive hand.

“Papa hasn’t had enough coffee this morning,” he mutters, pinching his eyes narrowly to try and avoid the impending headache that’s crawling back across his skull. “Try not to have anymore arguments until at least late afternoon, yes?”

Uno hops off his seat, almost tripping in the process, he stands tall when he tells him,

“That’s okay!” He’s smiling now. A sight Mikey is sure he’ll never truly tire of, no matter how many headaches life brings. “Maybe I can ask the others if I can draw too, and we’ll make you something nice to make you feel better, hm?”

Michelangelo reaches across the countertops for his discarded beverage from earlier. Curling his fingers around the mug, he finds with welcomed surprise that it’s still warm. “You better,” he tells him with an entirely serious tone surrounding his words, raising one brow ridge for emphasis. “I didn’t spend hours scavenging those crayons for nothing.”

And with that, Uno is padding off in the direction of where his other children are gathered; straining an ear he can hear their excitable chatter and babble as they continue to work together.

And when their eldest sibling joins in, there doesn’t seem to be any lasting animosity; Odyn shows off what he’s already made, pride and excitement swelling over whatever leftover hurt from their spat, and Michelangelo chuckles to himself as he listens to Uno’s gentle encouragement that floats through front the other room.

He brings the coffee mug to his lips, steam curls itself around his snout, and a smile touches at his face, the slightest of turns. He awards himself with another mouthful, and whilst it doesn’t do much to quell his migraine, it does feel deserved.

And later that night, when he has all four of his children growing heavy in his arms, fighting a battle against fatigue that they are bound to lose against, as it is most nights, he watches his as Uno shuffles in closer to his brother, his pudgy little arm draped across the slope of his shell, and Odyn, his jaw slack, drool dried across his chin, his soft snores only just about disturbing the silence that falls across the room, he seems to curl into his brother’s offered warmth and Michelangelo smiles softly to himself.

Here in his lap are his children – the little turtles that call him papa and rush to him to settle disputes and disagreements, and to kiss scraped knees and to devote each of their wobbly crayon drawings to him that end up covering the fridge and the kitchen walls in a decoration of color and love and he knows that even with coffee, even with the best coffee in the world, all of this is worth a thousand bad headaches. Tomorrow might bring peace and tranquility and ease, or perhaps it shall be Yi and Moja that decide to scrap and fight or maybe all four will fall out of love momentarily, as siblings often do.

Michelangelo should know, he’s been one his entire life, even if his brothers are no longer here to push his buttons or fight him or argue over petty, useless things, he knows with great ease, that despite it all, they always found their way back together, whether it was over something big or small – that was the love between brothers and family.

He presses his sleeping turtles closer to him, curling his arms around them, they melt around his warmth and he knows that much like his group of siblings, these four here, were no exception to the same rules.

He closes his eyes and basks in the moment, acutely aware in the moment of quiet, of the headache that has finally shrunk itself away.

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babymetaldoll · 4 months ago

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Are you mine? - Chapter seven: "Here's our chance to make it (make it into something more)"

Summary: Spencer is having issues dealing with Gideon's death, and maybe a close to dead situation is what he needs to come back from his sadness. Raven's first birthday is here! Warnings: Cursing, rotten fluff and some smut. Dom!reader sub!Spencer for the first time in this story. Word count: 8.305 words A/N: We needed something lighter after the last chapter. I hope you enjoy it!

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(Y/N)'s point of view

There is something Spencer and I have always had trouble with. Dealing with feelings. No surprise it took us over five years to confess our love, or why he hid the fact he had gotten Dilaulid from me after Prentiss died. We have worked on it, year after year, knowing it's our weakness. And we've gotten way better at dealing with our emotions. But when Gideon died, I knew Spencer would be more vulnerable.

I just never imagined he would isolate us so much. 'Till the point where he didn't come home one night. He told me he wanted to review some data for a paper he was working on, and that he would be home around nine. But after ten, he was still nowhere to be found, not answering my texts.

- "Ragazza, I'm sorry to call you so late."- Rossi's voice nearly gave me a heart attack as I picked up the phone, thinking it was Spencer. - "I just thought I'd let you know your husband is still at the BAU, sitting at his desk, staring at a chessboard."

- "Thank you, papa Pasta. Did he say anything?"

- "He tried to convince me he was coming home, but I'm pretty sure the coffee machine was on."- I sighed and closed my eyes, exhausted and terrified at the same time. - "I'm guessing he hasn't processed Gideon's death that well."

- "We've talked about it, but this is harder for him than I can begin to understand. Gideon was like a father to him, more than his own. He was his hero."- I whispered and looked at Raven, asleep in her crib.

- "The kid still has trouble dealing with his emotions, but I'm sure he will be ok soon."

- "Thank you for calling, Rossi."

I drove all the way back to the BAU with my daughter asleep in the backseat. I know I said I was going to let Spencer grieve and go through his process, but I wasn't going to let him alone. Never.

Rossi was right. There he was, sitting at his desk, sipping a cup of coffee, staring at a chessboard. My heart ached to think he was suffering. I walked slowly and tried not to scare him as I stood next to him, and his eyes found me. He felt busted and not a single word came from his lips. So I just smiled at him, carrying our asleep baby in my arms.

- "I brought you dinner"- I whispered and showed him a paper bag. - "Pasta carbonara."

- "Thank you, ma cherie. But I was almost on my way back home."- he lied, probably to calm me down. I just shook my head and fondled his cheek with my hand after I left the food on his desk.

- "It's ok if you have to stay here for another while. I just wanted to make sure you ate something that's not from the vending machine."

Spencer didn't say a word. He stared at me with watered-up eyes and sighed. His hand caressed mine as I kept it on his cheek, and then rubbed Raven's back.

- "I'm... sorry, ma cherié, I didn't mean to worry you."

- "It's ok, Batsy. I just want you to be ok."

- "I will be, I promise."

- "I know."- I leaned over and kissed his forehead as he closed his eyes and sighed.

- "Come on, chipmunk. Let's go home."

- "Are you sure?"

- "Yeah."

I don't know why I thought that'd be enough to bring my husband back to reality with us. But, of course, he still needed more time to finish grieving on his own. Unfortunately, we didn't have much time for him to go through his process at his own pace, because we were a week away from Raven's first birthday and we had a huge party planned. The team was invited, along with Frank, Mikey, Lu, our families, and even Diana was coming from Las Vegas. And I needed my husband to help me prepare everything.

But I wasn't going to push him, I knew that would only make things worse.

The following morning we were called in earlier 'cos there had been a bomb explosion at a coffee house in Indianapolis. Six dead and sixteen wounded. No one had claimed responsibility, but police were sure it was related to a bomb going off at a local school a week earlier. The first thought we all shared was domestic terrorism, along with religious groups. Hotch was worried, so he pushed the plane to be ready earlier and planned to get to Indianapolis in two hours.

On the jet, we reviewed what we knew. It wasn't much, except for the fact the unsub was escalating fast.

- "This is interesting."- Kate pointed out as we all read our case files - "The maintenance worker killed at the school was working late installing a new circuit panel. He wasn't supposed to be there."

- "It's weird how the word Interesting can only mean "this shit is getting worst" when we are at work." - I whispered to my husband, trying to make him smile. And he did chuckle, which was a big achievement, considering he hadn't slept more than an hour the night before, and he had spent the entire night sitting in the living room, staring at a chess board. He totally denied it, but he wasn't fooling me.

- "Reid."- Hotch said, looking at me, but my husband raised his eyes from the paper and started rambling, just on cue.

- "So the unsub may not have intended to kill anyone. And if he canvassed the site beforehand, he would have anticipated the school being empty."

- "Exactly."- Kate whispered as she nodded at Spencer, as JJ continued talking.

- "But with the coffee house, he struck first thing in the morning, when it would be packed."

- "Maximizing collateral damage."- Morgan added, staring at a blank space as he spoke.

- "That doesn't sound good. This unsub is getting too comfortable and cooky way too fast."- I spoke my mind and noticed Rossi nodded at me, so he was probably thinking the same.

- "Successful bombs always have a practice run. Maybe the school was his."- Aaron analyzed as he went through his file case again.

- "But what's his endgame? Most bombers like the attention they get from playing God. They don't go dormant, they strike again."- Morgan pointed out the fact none of us liked about bombers: they don't stop fast enough, not like the other serial killers.

- "Let go with the facts."- I said and looked at the team - "No one's claimed responsibility for either attack. That could point away from a fundamentalist or a fear-driven offender."

- "Maybe it's personal."- JJ suggested.

- "I don't wanna be the one who pissed this guy off."- I added and closed my file.

- "We'll rely on divide and conquer."- Hotch pointed out our course of action. - "Victims, witnesses, and ballistics. See if we can find a pattern so we can prevent a third attack."

I was glad I was paired with my husband that day. Sadly, Hotch sent us to the hospital, to talk with the victims and any potential witnesses. It wasn't any better when a poor injured man told Spencer he was looking for his father. It seemed like life kept slapping him with random situations that could remind him of Gideon, and his loss.

I held his hand as we walked down the hall. Totally unprofessional, I know, but at that point in our relationship I really didn't care if our Unit Chief or anyone had anything to say to that behavior. I wasn't going to stop supporting my husband just because the FBI PDA said so. And less considering our current situation.

- "Reids."- Hotch called us as he walked toward us.

- "He can't find his father."- Spencer started explaining as if he had to excuse himself for talking to people when that was in fact what we were supposed to do.

- "There are a number of people still in surgery."- Hotch replied, trying to calm Spencer down, considering the circumstances.

- "And police are trying to talk to some of the witnesses as well."- I added and took a look around. There were so many injured, they were being kept in the halls of the hospital, 'cos they had run out of room in the ER.

- "Maybe we should consider cognitive interviews." - Spencer suggested, but it was too rushed and I guess he knew it too, but he just wanted to help people.

- "Witness accounts are varied, which is to be expected. When people are more emotionally ready, it'll be a good idea."- Hotch replied and Spencer took another look around, clearly looking for someone.

- "Who are you looking for?"- I asked and caressed his fingers with my thumb.

- "Have you seen the pregnant woman anywhere?"- Spencer seemed worried.

- "Yeah, she's still in the delivery room."- Hotch replied, not even blinking.

- "We should talk to the guy who rescued her."- Spencer suggested and I nodded.

- "Definitely, he may have seen something the others didn't."

- "Allen Archer. He's been treated and released."- Hotch informed us and we nodded. Of course, he already had it all covered.- "JJ and Kate are on their way to his house now. Are you guys gonna be ok on your way to the station? I need to see the M.E."

- "We are fine."- I assured our boss and he just nodded mumbling "Thanks." and walked out of the hospital. I looked at Spencer rushing to the closest nurse and asked about the injured father, but he hadn't made it, and they were about to give him the news. Spencer didn't need to see that, so I held his hand and tried to walk him down the aisle to another room. But he didn't move. He stared from a distance at that man receiving the news his father had died.

- "Come on, Spencer. Let's go."

Spencer's point of view

Dealing with depressing episodes in my life wasn't really something new. And yet I still didn't know what I was doing. You might think I could have some experience, but yet, I couldn't handle my emotions correctly. I knew I was keeping everything inside so as not to hurt my wife and kid, and that by doing that, there was a chance I could be hurting them anyway. I tried to do my work the best way possible, but watching people losing their family, especially that man crying over his dead father, was a slap on the face that brought back all the feelings I didn't know how to deal with.

Rossi tried to talk to me about how I felt. I told him I was just tired and dealing with everything. I even told him a little about all the plans we had for Raven's first birthday, to ease the mood. Maybe I had to focus on those facts as well and start moving on from grief.

- "We got a 911 call!"- Hotch opened the door, suddenly- "I want you and Morgan with Allen Archer. Someone put a bomb in his car. Now!"

All the way to the Archer's, all I could think of was (Y/N)'s goodbye kiss when we left the station. I was glad Morgan had a specialization in explosives because I didn't know what could happen if the bomb squad didn't make it on time to the scene. We literally jumped out of the car as we got there, and tried to move Mrs. Archer and her baby girl as far from the explosive as possible, and then, we analyzed our chances.

- "How the hell did we beat the bomb squad here?"- Morgan was upset, and most of all, he was nervous about the outcome of our situation.

- "I could give you statistics, but I don't think this is the time."- I tried to joke to ease the mood, but Morgan didn't react. - "Are we really gonna do this?"- I asked and he just nodded, looking around in case the bomb squad was in sight. They weren't.

- "Turn your cell phone off."- Morgan commanded and started walking toward the car

- "(Y/N) is gonna kill me."- I whispered to myself.

- "Whipped."- Morgan replied immediately and smiled. He would never miss the chance to tease me, that's a fact.

We reached the car and immediately kneeled next to it, to check the undercarriage. There it was, a homemade bomb.

- "Nitroglycerin."- I whispered and sighed as we stood up to talk with Mr. Archer.

- "No, no, no. Stay back. Stay back! Stay back. I don't want anybody else to get hurt!"- who was, of course, losing it.

- "Stop talking. Just listen. Just listen to me!"- Derek commanded- "We're with the FBI and we're here to help. When you put your foot down, you trigger the arming mechanism. Now, if you move, you could set it off."

- "Where are Brenda and Hannah? Are they ok? I don't want them to die, too."

- "Nobody's gonna die."- Morgan was sure of it, and I had to trust him as well.

- "They're safe. Don't worry. The bomb squad's gonna be here soon."- I added in a softer voice, trying to calm him down.

- "I need you to keep the exact pressure that you have on that brake as you have right now. If you don't, all three of us are gonna die."- so much for calming the poor guy, I thought and widened my eyes.

- "Well, can you do something?"- Mr. Arched asked, and it was a pretty good question, so I looked at Morgan and nodded.

- "Can you?"- Derek didn't reply. Instead, he looked at us and then knelt again to take a good look at what we were dealing with.

- "This thing's homemade, but the framework is familiar."- and to be honest, those were the words I needed to hear- "Yeah. Yeah, I can disarm this. I just need something sharp."

- "I've got a knife in my glove box."- Mr. Archer said and walked to the other side of the vehicle and slowly opened the passenger's door.- "It's underneath the map. Right there."

- "Sir, just sit still. You're doing fine."- Morgan said from underneath the car. - "I'm gonna get you out of here."

I jogged to Derek and knelt by his side as I gave him the knife. But before he started working, he moved and looked at me for a second, and whispered.

- "Hey kid, I think you should back up."

- "Not happening."- I replied as I shook my head and didn't move an inch from his side.

- "You have to be at your baby's birthday party."

- "So do you."- I replied without second guessing what I was doing. There was no way I was leaving him alone. - "What's the next step?"- I grabbed my flashlight and pointed at the bomb, as Morgan moved closer to it to take a better look.

- "Alright, the trick is rendering the pressure sensor inactive without letting the detonator think that it's time to go. The only problem is, this son of a bitch built this thing by himself and he used all the same color wires."

- "Seven wires and you don't know which one to cut? I'm not so crazy about these odds."- I cut Morgan a short smile, trying (again) to ease the mood.

- "It's gotta be one of these two right here."- Morgan pointed them out but didn't decide which one to cut.

- "Guys, you gotta do something quick here, man."- and just on cue, Mr. Archer started panicking. - "My foot is cramping up. I cannot keep my foot on the pedal."

- "Sir, please, please. If you want to stay alive, I need you to keep that foot down and try to sit still, please."- Morgan commanded again. It wasn't a request, it was an order. And so, Archer didn't move. Morgan needed to make a calm decision, and that man wasn't helping.

- "Reid..."- Derek whispered after a few seconds. - "It's probably this wire right here if he stayed true to the original design."

- "Go with your gut."- I murmured and tried to be as reassuring as possible. I closed my eyes as Morgan moved the knife closer to the wire and made a decision. All I had in my mind at that minute was my wife and my baby, and how I didn't want to waste any more seconds of life feeling sad when I could be with them and make them happy instead.

Morgan cut the wire and all I could hear were the sirens approaching. I couldn't even breathe.

- "What? Well?"- Archer asked, and that was when we both let out the breath we were holding and stood up.

- "Sir, you're fine. You can get out of the car."- Morgan said and moved the door for him.

- "Are you serious? You did it? You did it? I'm gonna live?!"- Allen Archer couldn't believe it, he was nearly crying as he moved.

- "Let's get you to your family."- I said and helped him out of the vehicle, only to feel his shaking arms around me in a second, as he hugged me tight.

- "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you so much."

The bomb squad arrived just in time to receive Morgan's defused mechanism.

- "Rossi was right. The unsub doesn't like sharing attention."- I pointed out as we walked back to our car.

- "So he's decided to eliminate Allen Archer. And now he's graduated to Nitroglycerin."- Morgan added.

- "We should put the Archers in protective custody until further notice."- I grabbed my phone and turned it on as we got into the car.

- "Once the bomb squad's done clearing that house, I want to take another look at that device and see if there's anything else we can learn."- Morgan turned to me and raised an eyebrow.- "Are you calling Hotch?"

- "Hey chipmunk! we are ok, don't worry."

- "Of course, you are not!"- Morgan mumbled and chuckled, shaking his head. I bet he was thinking I was whipped. But I didn't care.

Nothing like a close-to-death situation to put your own life in perspective, I guess. The perks of working at the BAU.

On the way back home, after getting our unsub - who wasn't Allen Archer by the way, he was just a secondary killer who tried to impress his wife and killed seven people in the process, Rossi and I had another talk that helped me. That time I faced my feelings as I stared at my wife sleeping on the other side of the plane. We ended up playing chess, which surprised me because I didn't know Rossi could play. Well, I finished him in five moves, but that doesn't mean he wasn't a good contender. It was refreshing playing with someone else and talking about random things with him.

When we got home that night, Raven was still awake, and I held her tight as I heard her giggling with all the kisses I kept giving her. Frank was babysitting when we got home, which was always nice. He has been a great godfather to Raven, and they have an amazing bond, of which I am not jealous, not at all.

- "I'm glad you are here, guys because we need to go through a few details for Raven's party."- Frank said and smiled at us.

- "Why are you giving us your psycho smile?"- (Y/N) questioned right away.- "It's freaky. It means you are plotting something. I know you."

- "Stop it with the Jedi mental powers."- Frank argued right away.- "I just was wondering if you changed your mind about location. Do you still wanna do it here? Or did you talk with your mom about having the party in her house?"

- "We talked about it."- my wife explained.- "And I think we are gonna do it at my mom's. Why?"- and immediately, Frank's face changed to pure bliss.

- "Great!! That means there is gonna be enough room for the band! We have been rehearsing a few of Raven's favorite tunes, and we wanna play for her."

- "What?"- (Y/N) stared at her friend, trying to process what was going on. I stared at them for a moment and then looked at Raven, who kept her gaze on Frank the entire time he talked.

- "Yes, we have been practicing a lot for this gig! It's the most important show ever! My goddaughter has to have the best and only the best."

There was a deep silence, as me and (Y/N) tried to understand what Frank was telling us. It was the sweetest proposition ever, and honestly, we were moved. (Y/N) moved closer to him and wrapped her arms around her friend.

- "You are gonna rock!"- that was her answer, and Frank's eyes lit up immediately.

- "Thank you, nugget!! You are not gonna regret this!"

- "I know I will!- she joked and punched his arm, playfully.

- "Come on! The lullaby tunes of Slayer we are working on are gonna be a hit at the party!"- the way he said those words made me think he wasn't actually joking.

- "Paco! Keep it family-friendly, ok?"- (Y/N) warned him, half joking, half serious.

- "Sure, sure. So, I'm gonna get going, let me know when you need a babysitter for Birdie."- Frank grabbed his things and kissed Raven's cheeks a million times before even walking to the door.- "I love you, little lady."

- "She loves you too."- I assured him as I started waving at him, making Raven do the same.- "Say bye-bye to Uncle Frank."- our baby daughter mumbled "Bye!" as Frank kept waving at her from the door.

- "See you Saturday, Birdie!"

- "Can you believe we are gonna have a one-year-old baby daughter?"- I asked my wife as she got into bed with me later that night. I put aside the book I was reading and looked at her as she got under the covers and cuddled with me.

- "No, that still sounds like a fairy tale to me."- she whispered and hid her face in my neck. - "I still can't believe we are married."

- "Me neither. You are still way out of my league."- I confessed and my wife giggled against my skin.

- "Shut up, today Einstein's great-granddaughter flirted with you."

- "What are you talking about?"- I was honestly confused as (Y/N) moved and looked into my eyes with a playful smile.

- "Don't play the fool, Morgan told me she was all over you in a crime scene, Doctor Reid."

- "I have no idea what you are talking about!"- I wasn't even lying. Yes, doctor Einstein had been taking a look at Archer's truck, I had seen her, even talked to her for a minute. But that was it.

- "Come on!"- my wife raised an eyebrow and stared into my eyes, trying to find any sign of deceit in them. - "You surely must know the effect you have on women."

- "What effect? She was just the forensic specialist!"- I whispered/yelled, 'cos I didn't want to wake Raven in the other room.

- "She flirted with you! Morgan said it had been awkward."- (Y/N) continued talking, and I wanted to kill Morgan. What was he talking about?

- "That never happened!"

- "You were a bad boy, Spencer."- and the tone of voice my wife used gave me goosebumps immediately.

- "No, I wasn't! I didn't do anything wrong!"- I tried to excuse myself, but she shook her head and ran his hand through my hair, tugging it as she kept staring into my eyes.

- "You've been very naughty, Dr. Reid. You flirted with a girl and never told her you were married."

- "I don't have to tell people I'm married. I wear a ring that screams I'm yours."

I was confused and aroused at the same time by that point of the conversation. My wife was acting so dominant, and the fact she called me by my honorifics wasn't helping. She clearly knew what she was doing to me.

- "Does it?"- (Y/N) whispered and rubbed her lips against my neck. - "Only the ring?"

- "And me, all of me."- I replied and ran my hand up and down her bare arm as she started kissing my neck, leaving little marks on my skin. - "You know I love you too much to even look at another woman, cara mia."

- "Do you? Really?"- she whispered as she bit my skin softly, making me shiver as I closed my eyes, feeling how I melted underneath her touch. - "Do you wanna be a good boy and tell me?"

My brain shut down with those words. Good boy. God! I wanted to be her good boy so badly. So I immediately nodded and felt her leaving a mark on my neck as she bit and sucked on my skin.

- "I love you so much, ma cherie. So much, there is no other woman in the entire world for me but you."

- "Not even Einstein's great-granddaughter?"

- "Not even her, not anyone. Just you."

I felt her move on the bed as she sat on my lap, straddling me. She held my face with both hands and stared into my eyes as I looked at her with pure love and lust.

- "I don't know, Dr. Reid. I'm not sure I believe you."

- "Do you want me to show you?"- I whispered and tried to move to hold her waist, but (Y/N) pushed my hands away from her and grabbed them tight.

- "No. I want to punish you for being a flirt."- her words stopped time. That was the first time my wife had ever said such a thing, and it got me so hard I felt embarrassed. But she was driving me crazy, and she hadn't even started with me yet.

- "P... pu... punish me?"- and I even stuttered, 'cos I was nervous

- "Yes. You need to learn to respect your wife, Dr. Reid."

And as she pronounced those words, she started rubbing herself against my erection, making me moan immediately.

- "God, I'm... I'm so sorry."- I mumbled as I tried to move my hands but hers were tight against them, immobilizing me.

- "You don't get to touch me yet. You haven't earned that right."- she whispered slowly as she kept rubbing her body in the exact spot that drove me insane with lust.

- "Please."- I begged, my voice was a little whimper that could have embarrassed me. But didn't. She had me right where she wanted. I wanted it too.

- "Not until you've learned your lesson."- (Y/N) smirked and removed her hands from my wrist.- "Don't you dare touch me, Dr. Reid. Or you are gonna regret it. Ok?"

- "Yes."

- "Yes what?"- she raised an eyebrow and stared into my eyes, waiting for my answer. I didn't hesitate, I just wanted to please her. So I quickly replied.

- "Yes, ma'am."

- "Good boy."- and just like that I realized I would do anything she'd asked me to do if it meant she'd call me a good boy again.

My wife moved from my lap and pulled down my pajama shorts, never taking her eyes off mine. It took a lot of self-control not to tangle my fingers in her hair as she slowly crawled and kissed the tip of my fully hard cock. I was already dripping for her and the sounds I made with that simple kiss were too embarrassing to recreate. I melted completely underneath every one of her touches.

- "Let me explain to you how this is going to be, Doctor Reid." - my wife held my erection and slowly (painfully slowly may I add) started jerking me off. - "You can't come until I tell you to come. Am I clear?"

- "Yes ma'am."- I answered so quickly I almost interrupted her.

- "Good. Now tell me, Doctor Reid, do you think any other woman could ever make you feel so good?"

- "Nev..."- I couldn't continue talking 'cos I felt the warmth of her mouth capturing my entire member, and the only sound that could come from my mouth was an animalistic groan.

- "Sorry, I didn't get you."- she stopped what she was doing and raised an eyebrow. - "You were saying?"

So that's what my wife was going to do to me: tease me until I'd lose it.

- "No other woman could ever make me feel like you do, ma cherie."- I answered quickly as she started sucking me off one more time and I felt her humming in agreement against my dick.

- "Oh shit"- I mumbled and held the bed sheets tight in a desperate attempt to keep my hands from her body, something that sounded incredibly easy, but ended up being a whole different challenge.

I tried to keep my eyes open as long as I could. I knew I couldn't come, but she was doing all the things she knew I loved, and it was hard not to lose myself in the moment.

- "How badly do you want me?"- (Y/N) asked me and licked the base of my dick. I opened my mouth but just couldn't say a word for a solid few seconds, the sensation was just too good and my brain wasn't working properly. - "Don't make me repeat myself."

- "I want you so much I feel I'm gonna go crazy"- I managed to say, feeling sweat forming on my forehead as I tried my best not to cum.

- "Not enough."- my wife replied and continued sucking me, wrapping her tongue around my dick, playing with it and teasing me in every single way possible.

- "Don't you want to touch me?"- she asked and ran her hand down her breast, toying with her nipples.

- "Please, yes."- I tried to move my hand, but she yanked it away.

- "You can't. At least not yet. Not until you've learned not to flirt with other women."- (Y/N) moved her hands down her body and my eyes followed every move, hypnotized.

- "I don't want anyone else, just you. Only you."

- "You say that... and then you flirt with the forensic."- her fingers reached the edge of her panties and disappeared underneath the fabric. My mouth was watering as I imagined how wet she was, how warm her pussy felt when I entered her. How delicious it tasted when I ate her out.

- "Please, let me show you I just love you. I only want you."- I begged and tried to touch her, but she raised her eyebrow and I immediately stopped. She didn't even have to say a word, just looked at me and I froze. - "I need to feel you, please ma'am. Let me touch you."

- "You haven't earned it yet."- she replied and moved her index finger from her pussy to her lips, licking and sucking it slowly.

- "You are torturing me."- I almost felt like crying, it was so frustrating being so turned on and not being able to come or even touch my wife.

- "Am I?"- she whispered and moved upon my body, like a panther playing with their prey. - "Well, if you are not enjoying this..."- she made an attempt to move, but I widened my eyes and shook my head.

- "No! No! Please don't go! I'll behave, I won't complain. Just please, do something!"

(Y/N) sighed as she stared at me with a small satisfactory smile on her face. She ran her fingers up and down my chest and shook her head.

- "Maybe you need to beg a little more. Tell me how badly you want me to make you feel good."- my wife sat upon me again and started rubbing my cock against the fabric of her panties, so painfully slowly for a moment, I thought I was going to go crazy with desire.

- "Ma cherie, please, I'm begging you, make me feel good. I love you so much."

- "How much?"- she kept rubbing against my body, nearly making me spill myself.

- "I would kill anyone who dares threaten you, cara mia."- I answered quickly, trying to suppress the moans and failing in the process. - "I love you so much that one day without you is agony. I want you so much that no other woman on earth could ever come close to what you make me feel. I need you, ma cherie. I wanna make you feel good too."

And I guess my Gomez Addam's speech really pleased her 'cos that was when she guided me to her entrance and slipped my dick slowly inside of her. So slowly I could feel how every inch of me entered her, and my brain shut down.

- "Keep talking, Dr. Reid."- (Y/N) whispered between sweet moans- "You almost convinced me."

- "I love you"- that was all I managed to say as she started to move upon me and my entire being focused on not coming right away.

- "And?"

- "Please, please ma cherie, I wanna come..."- I mumbled and she shook her head as she kept bouncing on me.

- "No, you can't come until you've learned your lesson."

- "I've learned it, I swear. Please, please at least let me touch you. I need you."- and as a miracle, she guided my hands to her warm breast.

- "Oh god."- I mumbled and sat down immediately to start kissing every inch of her skin available to me. My mouth moved from her breast to her neck until I found her lips, and she continued moaning against my lips as I kissed her.

- "I love you so much, ma cherie."- I managed to whisper as I felt her hands on my back scratching me. - "I just wanna make you happy."- I mumbled against her lips as I continued kissing her.

- "Make me come and you can come."- she replied and looked at me with a dirty smirk on her lips. If that was a challenge, I was ready to obey and fulfill my duty.

I held her waist tight as I laid back and increased the rhythm of my hips bucking against her. I held her in place and watched her breast bounce as she moaned quietly.

- "Come here."- I whispered, but she didn't move, she just raised an eyebrow and stared at me.- "Please, ma'am. Let me please you."

And she finally leaned on me, resting her hands on each side of my head, capturing my lips in a kiss that left me breathless for a moment. I could feel her pussy tightening around my cock, edging me. I held her tight and increased my pace, the sound of her body slamming against mine became the only sound we both could hear besides our own muffled moaning.

- "I'm so close."- my wife whispered, resting her forehead on mine. I kept one hand on her waist, and moved the other to her breast, playing with them and guiding one to my lips.

- "Shit... Spencer, please... I'm gonna..."- but she didn't even finish that sentence, her orgasm washed over her and took me to my own release in a second. I kept my hands in place as she slowly started decreasing her movements, until her whole body leaned on mine, panting.

- "I love you."- she whispered and kissed my neck before she started giggling. - "Was it too weird?"

- "No, it was incredibly sexy calling you ma'am and having you bossing me in bed."- I confessed and held her cheek to kiss her lips. - "We should do this more often, actually."

- "So there is a little sub in you trying to find his way out, Doctor Reid."- my wife smiled and kissed me again.

- "Yes, ma'am."- I replied and smiled against her lips.- "But only for you. No one else but you."

(Y/N)'s point of view

Raven's first birthday party was a ride! The entire family was excited about the event and helped get everything for the party. We drove early to my mom's with Diana and Aunt Ethel and discovered my dad was already there, helping her set the tables in the backyard. Soon after, Frank, Lu, and Mikey showed up, ready to help with anything we needed. Which included, of course, messing around and making Raven laugh the entire time. It was incredibly hard putting her down for her nap, but I knew if she skipped it, nothing was going to go right.

Rossi, Hotch, and Jack showed up around four, holding presents for our baby. I thought it was sad Aaron and Beth had broken up, they were the perfect couple. But I knew he didn't want to talk about it and get all sad and melancholic.

- "Aunt (Y/N)!"- Jack ran and hugged me as soon as he walked into the house.

- "Oh my god, Jack! Why are you so tall! You are soon gonna be as tall as Spencer!"- I wrapped my arms around him and smiled at Hotch, who stared at us from the door.

- "Where is Birdie? I wanna give her the present I picked for her!"- Jack was incredibly excited, which made me very happy.

- "She is in the backyard, go ahead and say hi!"- Spencer said as Jack hugged him as well.

- "Thank you Uncle Spencer!"- and off he went.

- "Thank you for coming"- Spencer hugged both Rossi and Hotch and welcomed them to my parents' house. We hadn't even closed the door when JJ and Will showed up with little Henry, followed by Derek, Garcia, and her mystery companion: Emily Prentiss. I was in shock when I saw my friend standing in front of me, and most of all, I was amazed by the fact Penelope successfully kept a secret from us.

- "Like I was gonna miss this party!"- she said as I nearly fainted when I saw her at the door.

- "Oh my god!!! You are actually here!!"

- "Body and soul and ready to spoil your little princess."- Em said as she hugged me and Spencer tight.- "I missed you guys!"

- "We missed you too!"- Spencer whispered and smiled. - "I'm so happy you are here! Thank you so much for coming."

- "Nothing on earth would ever keep me from my best friends."- Emily replied and smiled at us.- "Now please tell me you have some booze."

- "We even have a rock band playing live."- I beamed and nearly clapped in excitement.- "Everybody is in the backyard, go ahead, we'll be right there."

Diana and my mom always got along perfectly, which I know made Spencer very happy. He had always been deeply protective of her, and it made my heart beat harder when I realized now he had a family helping him take care of Diana. We all loved her very much.

My brother and his girlfriend were at the party too. They had been dating for over a year, a new record in his life, and we all liked her. None of us knew if things between them could work out in the end, but at that point in life, we were glad Phoenix had someone by his side, no matter how long.

Kate, her husband, and her niece were there too, which made me incredibly happy because we had become very close friends and I honestly enjoyed having her on the team. I knew no one could ever replace Emily, but Kate had made me feel like in the old days at work. And let me tell you, at our work, that is deeply needed.

Raven was a little princess enjoying all the attention. The birthday theme was rainbows because she was currently obsessed with rainbows and unicorns, after Mikey got her a stuffed unicorn one day he babysat her. She crawled and played with everybody at the party. She especially enjoyed the ballpit Spencer had made for her. Pen helped me bake a million cupcakes because we created a cupcake rainbow for the party, it was fun and everybody loved it. Besides, it looked stunning at the table. However, despite the amount of sugar on the cupcakes, mom still got a birthday cake for Raven.

- "My granddaughter deserves a cake for her first birthday!"- she argued when I told her the cupcake idea, weeks before the party.

- "Mom, she is turning one, she can't even eat cake!"

- "And cupcakes she can actually have?"- she got me there.

- "If I wipe off the frosting, she can have a little bite."- I tried to win the argument, but it was impossible.

- "Stop, I'm getting her a cake."

And it ended up being a great idea, mostly because Raven looked adorable trying to blow her single candle on her cake as we all sang happy birthday. Frank and Mikey played a few songs for her, songs they had written for her when they babysit her, and that she definitely loved, because she kept clapping and staring at her favorite uncles with eyes filled with love and admiration.

We also had a few activities for the grownups. We had a nice prize to giveaway to whoever answered the most questions correctly. All of them Raven-related, of course.

- "Ok, for ten points, which was Raven's first word?"- I asked and Frank immediately grabbed a squeaky toy, making it sound like an animal.

- "Dada!"

- "That's correct!"- I replied in my best TV host imitation voice. - "And for 10 extra points, can you tell when she said her first word?"

- "It was... three weeks ago, when you guys came back from a case!"

- "That's correct! Frank has the lead with sixty points, followed by Pen with fifty."- I announced and everybody clapped, including Raven, who was happily resting on her father's arms. Spencer kept smiling and kissing her chubby cheeks as the grownups kept playing.

Eventually Frank won. He kicked ass in the flash round and Pen might or might not have gotten a little jealous. She argued Frank got to spend more time with Raven 'cos he was frequently babysitting when we were out.

- "The fact it was such a neck to neck contest only shows how much you love and care for our baby as her godparents.."- Spencer said and hugged Garcia, who was still pouting.- "And we have a prize for the second position as well."- he said and handed her a box with a cute mug, as Frank showed everybody the movie theater gift card he had won. He was honestly excited.

- "Ok little lady, you are gonna be my date to the movies." - he said as Raven raised her arms for him to pick her up from the ballpit she was playing in, again.

- "Well I think it's only fair that both her godfather and godmother take her to the movies to see her first movie."- Garcia added, and kissed Raven's head. I stared at the whole scene, feeling my heart filled with love. Our daughter was loved by so many people, and me and Spencer had created such a beautiful family, that tears kept threatening to fill my eyes.

I felt someone hold my hand, and my husband smiled at me as I turned around. He moved me to the side and hugged me, probably thinking the same as I was.

- "Enjoying your daughter's party, Dr. Reid?"- I asked him and he chuckled immediately.

- "Very much, Dr. Reid."

- "I'm not a Dr yet, I still need to present my thesis to the board."- I corrected him and my husband simply shook his head.

- "You are gonna do great."- there was silence between us for a few seconds, as we stared at the scene around us. Henry and Jack kept playing, Diana and my mom were eating cake and drinking coffee, enjoying what seemed to be a very interesting conversation 'cos they didn't stop laughing the entire time. Our friends seemed to be having fun, enjoying a few drinks in the backyard while Raven kept giggling on Frank's arm as Pen kept making funny faces to her.

- "Is it too weird to tell you I am a little sad she just turned one?"- Spencer whispered and I shook my head.

- "No, I don't think it's weird. Our baby is growing."- I murmured as I glued my eyes to Raven. One year had already passed, and it seemed like a whole lifetime had happened between that day and the day she had been born.

- "I just... It's selfish but I feel a little sad that my baby is growing up. She is already walking, soon she will be a little girl, start school... then college and before we know it, she will leave the house."- I stopped Spencer's rambing with my fingers on his lips, the ones he kissed immediately, looking right into my eyes.

- "You are overthinking, hon. None of that will happen today, and today we enjoy our daughter's first birthday, ok?"- he sighed and nodded. - "What if we take the official picture before the sun sets and we run out of natural light?"- I suggested, to take his mind from the dark place he had gone. He nodded one more time and kissed me.

- "Gomez! Morticia!"- Mikey called up and shook his head.- "This is a kid's party, stop making out in front of your poor baby!"

I know I blushed and so did Spencer, as we parted and started walking back to our guesses.

- "I will never get used to that."- Emily teased us with an evil grin.

- "Me neither"- JJ added under breath, though I heard her quite clear.

- "After all the years we had to witness you two in denial of your love, now we have to deal with your corniness and worst of all, all the kissing."- Emily added and everybody laughed at her words. I just shook my head, a little embarrassed.

- "Do you remember that one time I actually sent you to Spencer's room to declare your love and you came back and got wasted on mini gin bottles 'cos you found Ashley in his room?"- the only one who knew that was Emily, which is why everybody gasped after she delivered that question.

- "Yes, I do, but let's not talk about that... and it wasn't gin, it was vodka, and we drank it before you sent me to declare my undying love in my pajamas."

- "What the hell was Ashley doing in your room?"- Garcia asked, opening her eyes in shock.

- "I don't know, Pen. Spencer?" - I turned and looked at my husband, who widened his eyes and shook his head.

- "I have no idea what you are talking about."

- "That case in Miami when you had an awful headache"- I remind him.- "I casually stopped by your room and Ashley opened the door. She said you were in the bathroom, so I just left."- Spencer stared at me perplexed. I had never told him I knew that.

- "That night she would never leave my room, I had to ask her to leave."- he whispered.- "I'm sure she just wanted to make sure I was ok."

And the entire party laughed. Every single grown up there. Even his mom.

- "Sure, Spence, she wanted to tuck you in."- JJ joked and shook her head.- "She wanted to have sex with you! Of course she did!"

- "I had never seen anyone more obvious in my entire life."- Derek added.

- "And the fact you were blind at her attempts to seduce you made it so much funnier."- Em commented.- "I'm still surprised Ashley was able to walk out of the BAU alive and by herself and not in an ambulance."

- "Me too."- I answered, thinking I was dying to hit Ashley the entire time she spent in the BAU.

- "I never noticed! I swear! I never understood her attitude! I was never interested in her."- Spencer explained and shook his head. - "And I refuse to have this conversation on the day of my daughter's first birthday."

- "You are right Spence, congratulations to Raven! She is the cutest little girl on earth."- JJ said and smiled at us.

- "And now that she is one year old, are you planning on giving her a little brother or sister?"- Rossi asked us and neither of us knew what to say.

- "Well, we haven't..."- Spencer stuttered and I simply answered.

- "Still not ready for a second baby. Maybe next year."

Which was true. We knew we wanted a big family, and having Raven had been an incredible ride. But I had to finish my PhD first, and we had plans to get a house in a couple of years, to raise our kids in a bigger place, with a backyard and a treehouse, like we had always dreamed of.

But of course, life was going to get in the way of that.

Next chapter

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #babymetaldoll writes #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x you #spencer reid smut

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dragcnbreak · 1 year ago

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I’m not sure if you just focus on just x reader stuff or not but *pats movie!mike on the head* he’s definitely a little, mans needs to be taken care of the same way he takes care of Abby, he needs to be babied and loved….needs the snuggles…needs to be the one being taken care of for once….

Maybeee a some hcs or Drabble of regressor!mike w/ CG!vanessa (or CG!reader if you just do xreader stuff!)

you get me anon you get me… here’s some hcs of little!mike and cg!reader <3

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• he would hesitate to try the other side of being a little at first but then, he would absolutely love it

• loves to be called any pet name you can think of, but especially “mikey bear” or a “good boy”

• speaking of good boys, you can shower him in any sort of praise and his metaphorical tail would start wagging (he claims he’s a cat person but he’s very puppy coded)

• definitely has a certain comfort object (i.e. a stuffie) that he brings absolutely everywhere with him. if it has to be washed by you, he stands outside the washing machine and watches it until it’s done. he doesn’t have a collection of things or anything because he still realizes that money can be tight for you and him

• he would cuddle that stuffie to sleep since his tiredness would still translate over to being a little. please let him take a nap!

• still recognizes abby as his sister (big or little one depending on how old he regresses to) and includes her and you in all of his drawings

• claims he’s too old (no matter how old he regresses to) to hold your hand anywhere but you still end up holding hands even after he’s said it

• I don’t think he would regress to too young, maybe around 10 or whatever age he was when garrett went missing

• will shyly ask for physical affection like hugs and kisses from you, he’d never fully admit it but he would love to be smothered in your care and affection

• either calls you by your name or “mama” or “papa”

• I headcanon him as autistic and I think he would lean into stimulating himself more when he’s feeling younger. especially rocking on his feet, flapping his hands, always fiddling with his stuffie, etc etc

• loves to help you cook or bake anything, I think he cares about feeling useful around the house and wouldn’t always mind doing chores (if he’s not tired)

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I definitely think he’s a flip and thank you for allowing me to recognize that. it’s like 6 am and I don’t think this is my best work but I hope you enjoy anon <3 tysm for reading

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crj-online · 9 months ago

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Art for a flashback in Chapter 4 (coming soon)

Flashback HERE :

“GUYS, GUESS WHAT I JUST LEARNED ABOUT!” Leo came rushing in, having a little piece of paper in his hand as he ran to the others.

“Wha’ is that, Leo?” Raph asked, staring at the piece of paper as Leo came to a halt.

“This dear bro is a pam-ph-at…ya, a pamphat!! It help older kids, like teenger apply for a place called…co-leg…ya, coleg.” Leo said with a big smile on his face.

“First of all, it's a ‘pamphlet’ not whatever you just said and its ‘college’...like you didn’t say. But, that’s beside the point, where did you even get that?” Donnie correcting Leo’s language was something he would do a lot when they were all younger, it was just something he liked to do.

“Ya, whaever you say, Dee. Anywhizzle, me and papa were on the surface, that's how I found the…um.” He paused, trying to remember how Donnie said it.

“Pamphlet, Leo. It’s not that hard.” Donnie pointed out, making it seem pretty obvious.

“Ya, tha word. Now, papa said if we were good, he cou’ possibly get us into this…college? Is that how you say it…ya, tha’ right? Ya, bu’...papa also said we need to be older, so we still have time to be good turtles.”

“You really think we cou’ go to college, Leo? It seems to be mor’ for human teens.” Raph pointed out, looking at the pamphlet with a picture of happy humans on the front.

“Of cour’ we could, Raphie! How has dis whole situatian stopped us before? Just like how Dee could be in college beca’ he is big-brained. Mikey is still too young, really too young. You Raphie, you could go too before any of us, sine you oldest.” Leo pointed at each of his brothers with a big grin.

“You really think…we could go to college?” Donnie had some doubt in his voice but it also had some hope in it.

“Of course, Dee. We could all make it, togeder.” Leo wrapped a hand around Donnie’s neck and leaned a little on him.

The four of them the rest of the day talked about their future, together in college, even if they didn’t truly make it.

#SBHTBF #artwork #rottmnt #rottmnt au #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #disaster twins #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #turtle tots

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desceros · 1 year ago

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Please spare us some more papatello headcannons 🥹🥹🥹 (I bet Donnie is the type to show off his baby mommy)

yessss an excuse to think about papatello tysm anon-chan!!!!

as per usual this got long so i'm sticking it under a cut bc i am OUT. OF. CONTROL.

thinkin about the first day of school. you'd insisted that lavi attends bc it's good for her socialization ("why would she need to talk to other people? i never went to school!" "yeah, hon, and look how you turned out." "perfectly capable of normal conversation!!" "...you asked me to marry you via text." "well sue me for wanting to be sure i got it right when just the thought of it made me flustered!" <- then you're both embarrassed), but donnie's not too thrilled. the whole morning he's sulking, pouting behind your shoulder as you take all the cute photos of her first outfit, writing a 5k word essay to put in her lunchbox saying how much he loves her ("don. donnie. love of my life. she's four. she can barely read go dogs go." "best she practice, then."). it's actually the worst... up until you come up behind him, wrapping your arms around his neck and reminding him that hey. hey. the four year old isn't here. wink. wink wink. (...donnie very quickly begins to espouse the value of a formal education.)

hm. executive decision that lavi has a sweet tooth. she's particularly fond of fruits, and she likes to come up to donnie while he's working and hand him an orange so he can peel it for her. without fail, he stops what he's doing and helps, taking one slice and calling it a 'papa tax'. then, one day, she comes to you and asks if you'll show her how to peel it. you're thinking hm. showing some independence, that's probably a good thing, so you do. only to have to bite your fist when you watch as she goes into the lab and crawls into donnie's lap, peeling an orange, and then handing him half. (he ugly cries a lot that night when he tells you about it.)

once mikey's hair starts coming in, i suspect she'd like playing with it. she'd rope him into having spa nights where the three of you do all kinds of self-care stuff like facials, hair masks, that kind of thing. donnie plays it up like he's super jealous, but you see the way he burrows his face into lavi's hair for their nighttime hug and smiles when it's nice and soft, and then when he comes to you and threads his fingers through your hair, murmuring a compliment at its texture into your nape.

during your pregnancy, he's a nervous wreck. the whole pregnant with a turtle mutant situation is already a lot on his nerves, but then on top of that, you don't call out of work. ("i'm pregnant, don. pregnant people work all the time. it's normal." "i'd argue that being pregnant with a turtle mutant is quite far out of the bounds of normal.") i think... the first real, actually nasty fight you ever have with him might be then. maybe the only one, but it'd be explosive. him concerned that you'll be somewhere, pregnant with what some would call a monster, having been bred by a monster, and if something happens, he'll be in his lab working, helpless, away. you don't take kindly at all to him calling your child (nor himself) a monster, even out of the mouths of hypothetical strawmen, and that plus the way he's catastrophizing every little thing strains your relationship to its snapping point. i think maybe for a solid month or so, it's. it's a real test of how much you love him, and how much he trusts you.

i dunno if i've already WOG'd this but if i did, i'm changing it and this is the official WOG statement that lavi's first word is 'papa' and donnie is FOREVER smug about it (even though, joke's on him, you find it absolutely adorable and are zero percent mad about it)

oh. lavi loves pineapple on pizza. the first time she tries it and it becomes her favorite, you laugh at donnie's face for like, ten years. sometimes you'll just be in the bathroom, brushing your teeth to get ready for bed, and he'll hear you start giggling where he's lying down reading and waiting for you to come in, and he just. grits his teeth bc he knows what's got you going.

there's a baby shark-esque song in universe that has a turtle instead of a shark on one episode of mrs. cuddles, and lavi fucking loves it. it's the worst ear worm in the entire world, and the entire lair quickly lays a ban on ever reminding her it exists. this is ultimately a failure, partially bc she is her father's child and thus the most stubborn creature ever to exist, but also bc leo actually enjoys it and ends up humming it under his breath while he's walking around. raph gets a little twitchy whenever he hears it, but he's the second-most vulnerable to lavi's charms (the first, of course, being donnie) so whenever she asks, on it goes, with him stiff as a board as she sits on his shell and claps her hands in delight.

#ask tag #papatello #fragment tag #ive been thinkin about what her ninpo and stuff would be but i'm still chewing on that so. to be continued #tmnt #rise #donatello/reader

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venomousray · 6 months ago

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Ash and I just love taking side characters from hatchetfield and making them prominent in our hatchetfield au so this is ‘Shopper number 4 / mildly peeved mega’ aka as he has called him Michael peanuts mega. And Edward mega as we have called him aka proud papa Ed.

In our little hatchetverse the two of them are twins who could not be anymore different. Mikey is a loud, extroverted guy not afraid to speak his mind, Ed however, is a reserved, quiet guy.

The two are main characters in our Black Friday au and are two of the only characters to survive to the end due to peanuts the hatchetfield pocket squirrel.

(Michael was drawn and written by @ashtxeman )

#starkid #hatchetfield #starkid productions #hatchetverse #proud papa Ed #starkid Ed #mildly peeved mega #Black Friday #Black Friday starkid #starkid au #peanuts the hatchetfield pocket squirrel #collab doodle #I love them so much #the curt mega twins #curt shopper

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nani-nonny · 5 months ago

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21, 26 & 27 APAF F!Leo say it to baby lou... Did something happen to baby lou? Probably... Maybe.. But it could happen outside at night, it can help with dialogue 27

And here I thought you don’t like angst? >:D (F!Leo referred to as Leonardo and the baby referred to as Baby)

21. “Please be okay. Please be okay, please be okay—”

26. “[Name]? [Name], this isn't funny. Stop... please...”

27. “Breathe... breathe. Look at the stars, kid.”

CW: child injury, implied child abuse

Lou is hurt while he’s on a mission maybe

Leonardo curses under his breath as he runs, ignoring how the cold air burns his lungs when it enters and exits. Fear, panic, anxiety, and frustration all collide and burst within his mind as he tries to understand how this could happen.

He shouldn’t have looked away for a single second. —shouldn’t have risked even blinking. How can he be so stupid? How can he be so fucking stupid?

He makes a sharp turn, slipping on the concrete and crashing into the nearest wall. This doesn’t slow him down as he’s quick to get back on his feet and continue running.

At this point he’s not even sure where he’s going. He knows the general area she should be in, but it’s only a matter of time before—. No. Don’t think that. She’s fine. Baby’s fine.

She has to be.

He raises his arm and taps his wrist comm, swallowing nervously but it results in him coughing lightly from the dryness in his throat. He doesn’t care. He needs his breaths to catch up with him.

“Don. Give me an update on Baby.,” Leonardo demands.

Nothing in response.

Shit. Not them too.

“Leo? Raph? Mikey? Come on guys, give me something,” he begins to plead.

He waits. —Waits with hopeful anticipation that dies with each passing second they don’t respond.

He hooks left when he hears the smallest sound, following it and hoping it’s his baby. It’s not a sound she makes, not a sound he would ever think it could be her, but he’s grasping at straws hoping for something.

He’s still following where the sound came from when he asks Donnie through the comms again, desperation clearer in his voice. “Leo? Donnie? Don, come on, this isn’t funny,” his breath hitches in his throat and he clears it. His voice is quiet but he doesn’t press the comms this time as he pleads, “Stop… please…”

He clenches his jaw shut as his heart pounds against his plastron. He narrows his eyes, focusing on the path before him. Each step he takes he has to be another step closer to his baby. He has to be.

He can only hope he’s not too late.

“Please be okay,” he pleads aloud. He’s met with a fork in the road, three paths with no indication of where he should go. He can’t waste time, he goes straight.

He strains to listen for anything, any sign of that sound from before or anything closer to a sound Baby would make. As if mocking his efforts, the surrounding area and beyond it is quiet. Eerily so. Not a single sound can be heard in any direction. He can barely hear the sounds of his own breaths over the pounding of his heartbeat in his ears.

“Please be okay,” he pleads again.

The echo of the sound he had heard is all that plays in his mind. Trying to pinpoint where he is now compared to how far the sound was prior to him running after it. It can’t be far now. But he can’t tell where it could be. It hasn’t repeated itself. He can only work off his memory.

Even if he can’t tell where it came from, he can’t stop moving. He has to keep trying.

He hooks right, grabbing the corner edge of a nearby building to fling himself forward to avoid crashing and burning again. The building’s material crumbles under the pressure of his grip, but he doesn’t care. He keeps going.

“Baby? Come on, it’s Papa. Where are you, Baby?” He calls out in hopes she might hear him.

And, like a miracle, he hears the tiniest chirp in the distance.

He doesn’t hesitate to turn toward the sound and run faster than before.

“I’m coming!” Leonardo calls out to her. Hope blossoms in his chest, trying to overwhelm the anxiety and fear in his body. But as much as he can hope, the intonation of her chirp isn’t good.

So he pleads aloud as he runs, unaware of his voice leaving his throat, “Please be okay, please be okay, please be okay—.”

He stops.

He nearly freezes in his tracks. Every emotion that riddled his body pauses, frozen in time as he registers the discoloration of his baby’s skin. He can even feel his own heart stop.

Left abandoned on the cold, wet, stony ground is his baby. She barely has the strength to acknowledge his appearance, forced to curl herself into a fetus position as she holds her little swollen and bruised arms. Tears stain her perfect red crescent stripes, and her pained frown warps her perfect little yellow diamond stripe. She attempts to retreat in her shell, but her entire body flinches at the attempt and she’s forced to, yet again, curl into a fetus position.

Leonardo nearly lunges at his daughter, falling to his knees beside her as he carefully tries to assess her body.

Baby reaches for him, tiny hands opening and closing at her father as she winces and whimpers at the attempt.

Leonardo is quick to stop her movements, carefully holding her hands as he consoles, “Shh shh shh, don’t move. Papa’s here, okay?” His hands lightly brush over her injuries, searching for deeper wounds but when he finds none, he quickly scoops her in his arms. He cradles her with both arms, tucking her arms to herself to keep her from moving.

He has to heal her. He has to get her to the medbay. Fast.

He breaks into a sprint, avoiding dips and crevices in the ground that can jostle her in his arms. But despite his efforts, she whimpers against his chest.

“I know, I know, Baby,” he reassures and lifts his cradle hold on her to bring her up to his neck. “Please don’t move, we need to get home.”

He presses his comm with his shoulder, “Don, Leo, Raph, Mikey. Whoever hears this, retreat if you can. Meet me in the medbay—please. Please be okay.”

Baby whimpers at the movement, tiny hands grabbing his plastron. He pulls her hands off to hold herself, anything but risking injuring herself more than she already is. “No, Baby,” he pleads. “Breathe, Baby. Breathe.”

She fights against his attempt to keep her still, clicking her jaw with frustration. He looks down to see her pained expression, her little face burning with fever. It makes him want to cry. But he has to keep moving.

So he looks up, finally looks up for a distraction as he runs. And he notices the stars. They’re bright and twinkling in the night sky, illuminating the darkness with their brilliant beams. He remembers how desperately she wanted to see the outside world. How she wanted to see something more than Draxum’s lair in the future, and the Hamato subway lair…

“Look at the stars, Baby. Look up,” Leonardo tells her as he avoids a pothole in the stone path. “Breathe… and look at the stars.”

Baby finally stops fighting against him, not aware that he’s already tucking her arms in. Her pained expression finally lessens and her eyes reflect the stars’ shining lights. Her pupils dilate as she stares, unable to look away.

“That’s it,” Leonardo praises softly, “They’re pretty, aren’t they?”

She seems to have failed to hear him as she doesn’t make a sound in response. Her little breaths are calmer now, soft exhales dancing across his plastron. And it’s all he can ever need from her in this moment.

Now he needs to continue doing his part.

She’s safe in his arms now. He can promise that. He can’t let her go, not now, not ever. And he’ll have to figure out how this all happened after she’s okay. He can only hope the younger Hamatos can handle their end until he can get there.

#(accidentally) played American football with my newborn #rottmnt #rottmnt snippet #dialogue prompts #writing prompts #hehe I hope this is coherent

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macsimagines · 2 years ago

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👉👈 I have not been well since reading your having Bonten! Mikey child and running away headcanons… Literally lives rent free in my brain 😩😩😩

What would family-life be with Mikey after his S/O joins him again? How would he treat his S/O and the baby? Would he want more kids??

(Also absolutely adored that Ex!Kazutora headcanon like holy shit you really did that 😳😳😳.)

(cracks knuckles as she prepares to feed you a five course meal of fucked up Mikey. -Ms.Mac)

Yandere!Bonten Mikey

Your daughter lives like an actual princess, her room is covered head to toe in the prettiest of pinks, her clothes are always namebrand and the softest of materials. Her plushies have cameras hidden in them just in case.

"Thank you for my new dress Mikey!" "You're welcome. And its Papa Sweetheart." "Ok, Mikey!"

Makes you call him Papa since she won't. Calls you Mama in front of her. Is a very different man when you're daughter isn't around.

He fluctuates from hot to ice cold. Somedays he wants to be kind and loving, other days he can't believe how selfish you've been to the both of them.

Hates that his daughter had less than the best for so many years, loves that she's polite and perfect. You raised her to be as wonderful as she is, maybe he would've poisoned her...

Wants more kids, he needs a big family. Mikey has lost too many people now is the time rebuild what was taken from him.

You can't fight him no matter how hard you want to. He has you and your daughter trapped and he's terrifying you everyday more and more.

Once, you heard him call your daughter Emma... You don't know why that made your skin turn ice cold, maybe it was a mistake. But the way he said it...

"Silly, Mikey! That's not my name!" "Maybe it can be, you remind me of her. My little Emma."

He knows he's turning you away from him more than anything, but he knows he can use your daughter against you.

"Do you think Papa and Mama should be married?" He asks her instead of you, he knows what you'll say...

"Mikey wants to marry Mama? Like with pretty dresses and flowers?" He'll smile and take her into his arms. "Yup! And you'll get to wear the prettiest dress and hold the prettiest flowers! Right, Mama?"

You can't breath and when his cold eyes look at you. You can see the warning in them. You can't say no.

The wedding is more for your daughter than anything else. Its obvious from all the pink... You got to pick out your dress and you made sure you went with plainest option it was your own form of retaliation.

Mikey doesn't seem to mind. He just wants to be bound to you and his daughter for all eternity.

"My Wife and Daughter. You're both so beautiful."

A year later you've had a son. Your daughter is so happy to be a big sister, and Mikey is so glad you gave him another child.

"Welcome back," he whisper to your newborn, "I missed you. Shinichiro."

#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere manjiro sano #yandere mikey sano

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just-sp-in-inginthevoid · 2 years ago

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Sano family brainrot

Mainly focus on Mama Sano/Papa Sano/Emma's mom + Izana('s relationship with Shinichiro) rather than the Sano siblings

Shinichiro & Mikey is here

Mama Sano and Papa Sano loved each other. At least, Mama Sano did. We don’t know what pushed Papa Sano to have Emma with Karen (and if it was planned) but we also don’t know when Mama Sano had to go to the hospital to never come back and those two things are most likely related.

The Sano Parents’ relationship could have evolved in different ways: they could’ve agree to divorce (he didn’t love her anymore; they knew she would die and thought it would be best; etc, etc.) or to allow him to pursue his life and have another relationship if it came to be (without divorce) or Papa Sano was just a playboy and that’s how Emma happened.

Still, Mama Sano was at the hospital since Mikey was very young. He has a memory from his father when he was 3, but he has none of his mother when she wasn’t at the hospital – supposedly she’s been there for so long he would’ve been way to young to remember her being able to raise him.

Mikey and Emma have a 1 year and 3 months age gap. So Mama Sano’s health could’ve declined during Mikey’s first year in life which could be followed by Papa Sano meeting Karen (or he could’ve met her during Mama Sano’s health decline).

And then… OK. If Mama Sano was at the hospital, and Papa Sano raised Mikey and Shinichiro, what did they do when he left to (supposedly) see Karen?

We don’t know if Shinichiro and Mikey were aware of Emma’s existence before she came to their grandfather’s house. Their surprise doesn’t last long, supposedly they knew they had a (half-)sister. Or they didn’t bother freaking out and just accepted it as their new reality, who knows. Maybe they knew their father had a relationship on the side, maybe they didn’t. But they didn’t know what she looked like or even her name, so their father didn’t talk much about that.

Karen is a very interesting, with very little clues/material and no narration from her POV to help which makes it very hard to analyze her character. She doesn’t care about Izana, but she cried when telling him goodbye and told him to ‘be strong since he was going to leave alone from now on’. She lied to Emma (whereas she didn’t with Izana) about picking her up later. She was wearing red lipstick and smelt like flowers that day.

What we know about this woman is: Her first husband was a ‘useless man’ who had Izana with a Filipino woman (the French translation I read called her his ‘ex-girlfriend’ meaning Izana was there before Karen and his father got together – which could give a reason as to why he wanted to marry her. But the English version gives you the idea he was unfaithful, and honestly I think both could be equally damaging to Karen’s mental health) – as to whether this relationship she had with that man was healthy (and honest) or not, we don’t know. But clearly, whether it happened when he was still alive or after his death, she couldn’t care less about him.

But she still had to raised Izana. And until he met her again as a teen, she never told him she wasn’t his biological mom. She let him call her that. (until he saw her again after all those years)

A thing that could’ve bring Papa Sano and Karen closer was that they had to raise kids alone. If him and Mama Sano got divorced, since Mikey doesn’t seem to be at his grandfather’s house as a baby/toddler, I’d say Papa Sano got custody (in Japan, divorced parents can’t share the custody of their children. Only one parent can keep it, and it’s usually the mother (because we all know children need more their mother and their nuturing care than their father /sarc) and father does not get visitation rights most of the time; it’s common for a child to not see their other parent after the divorce. Which, you know, makes you wonder who took care of Mikey when he wasn’t home, but– (oh hey Shinichiro)

And that’s the problem, isn’t it? Was Papa Sano more with Mikey and Shinichiro or with Karen and Emma? Was he there to raise Emma? If Karen knew Grandpa Sano’s address than her and Papa Sano should’ve been rather close (I mean, they had a child together. But Emma could’ve not be planned, who knows), no (if he didn’t know about Emma, Karen couldn’t have known about Gandpa Sano, right?)? Did he meet Izana? Did Izana met Papa Sano?

After her first-husband’s death, Karen had to raise Izana alone, meeting Papa Sano 1. someone could understand the pain and difficulty of raising a kid alone in Japan (which there are a lot of articles about) and 2. Papa Sano was a good guy. Not like the ‘useless man’. But like the useless man, he died too.

She wasn’t going to raise 2 kids by herself. Or 1 again.

No matter the reasons, she couldn’t handle raising kids, to be a mom, anymore.

So Emma goes to the Sano and Izana remains a Kurokawa.

Mikey is the one to have made Emma opened up to them. They don’t have a big age gap either so it’s easier to get closer, contrary to Shinichiro. Shinichiro took on him to raise his siblings, he says to his father’s grave that he’ll take care of them and that he(his father) doesn’t need to worry. But Emma, unlike Mikey, wasn’t in his life before he lost his parents and his ‘normal’ life. He never had a normal big brother-little sister relationship with her, whatever a normal siblings relationship is supposed to be like – he straight up went ‘guess I’m your father figure now. Wanna see delinquent stuffs?’

And now… Izana and Shinchiro. And the 1Billion dollars worth question: Why didn’t he ever bring Izana back to the Sano household?

They both have wayyy more of a brotherly relationship than what Shinichiro has with Mikey and Emma (which isn’t brotherly since he’s raising them). He shows him the delinquent ways (kinda like with Mikey) but he doesn’t have that ‘father figure’ responsibility there, for once.

But let’s go back to facts for now. Shinichiro learned about Izana because of Emma (while Mikey didn’t bother to listen/remember) and went off to meet him. Why? Just to see how he was like? *shrug*

Why didn’t he tell Emma about the correspondence he had with Izana? *shrug*

He didn’t make Izana and Mikey met for at least two reasons: 1. Mikey complete disdain when Emma talked about Izana 2. Izana clear rage for Mikey (tbf, Shinichiro ruined it by only talking about Mikey when he was with Izana). But it could’ve been dealt with if they had met, no?

Financially, it could’ve been difficult to take care of Izana (alongside Shinichiro and Mikey, Emma. Three children is already a lot, specially when there’s only one adult to support and raise them) – but that doesn’t explain why he couldn’t make them see each other from time to time.

Adoption could be a sensitive topic as well – first of all, no matter the country, adoption is hell and Japan is definitively NOT an exception, second of all, in Japan, parents can request the children they put in institution to not receive foster care. No matter what, biological parents (unless they legally, officially cut ties but it rarely happen) have more power on the children than the foster parents (and they can take they children back whenever they want, even if it’s been 10+ years they didn’t see their kid and didn’t bother to come and see them, even if the children have been in a foster family for years and grew up there). And here comes a problem:

Is it Karen or Izana’s biological mom who has more power on Izana’s life?

By Japanese laws, it’s his biological mom (except if she went through the process of cutting ties with him but I doubt it) but it’s still Karen who was his father’s wife, who raised him, and who put him in the institution. But did she ever had ‘power’ on him? Since she didn’t gave birth to him, and is most likely not registered as his mother officially/legally.

Which brings me back to my Why-Did-Shinichiro-Went-to-The-Philippines-There’s-No-Other-Character-That-Can-Be-There-But-Izana’s-Biological-Mother questioning which I’m still not over with and won’t ever be.

Gotta wonder when and how he found out about Izana not being related by blood to him and Emma. Was it when he went to pick him up at the institution? Did he go see Karen once to get the permission to adopt Izana (really, it would’ve been Grandpa Sano officially)? Then went to the Philippines when she told him about how Izana wasn’t her kid? But going to the Philippines, first, cost money, second, he either did it just before or after his clash with Izana.

And. He asked Mikey how he’d feel if he had another big brother. Why didn’t he tell him there. What was your reasons Shinichiro. Why didn’t you bring Izana home.

I mean, there’s also the question of Izana going to Juvie and pushing a guy to commit suicide when he was twelve which shouldn’t have helped Shinichiro in his decision, but he’s the one to have shown Izana how to be a delinquent – sure, probably not like that, but who knows how Izana would’ve turned out if he hadn’t be shown the way.

Not going to bother on how Izana discovering he wasn’t related by blood to any of the Sano led him to stop interacting with Shinichiro (for a while) and then Shinichiro died (probably).

And we have no canonical evidence of Shinichiro being aware of Izana’s dependence on him for his mental stability; just like for Takeomi’s, so… Can’t talk about how Shinichiro sees Izana either. We just know that since the 8th gen, BD is not what it once was. Gotta wonder if the 8th gen happened before or after the clash, too. And the 9th.

And for Izana and Emma’s relationship… As children, they seemed rather close (for the little we saw of it), but they spent more than a decade apart. Emma most likely doesn’t remember him much (which wouldn’t help her wanting to see him again, he’s basically a stranger even if he’s her brother) and Izana… Had the institution. He felt too lonely, cut off, and he didn’t interact with her in years, she was a stranger to him as well. He has more memories with Shinichiro than with her. Kinda like Kazutora, he got rid of what he held dear and realized it too late. The only thing he didn’t realize too late was the importance of Kakucho in his life. Kakucho was truly the most constant person in his life. More than Shinichiro and S62.

Blood ties are very important in Japan, way more than in the western world where we are more opened to adoption (the adoption rate in Japan is disastrous), in Japan you are expected to have children and they have to be yours. Biologically. Learning he doesn’t have ‘biological family’ (his father’s dead, how could he possibly found his biological mother? Him and Shinichiro, him and Emma, aren’t siblings? The things he hold on, the things that made him go through it, isn’t real?) And even though Izana dies telling Mikey there’s ‘no way to save me, right?’, he also dies protecting Kakucho – who he isn’t related by blood to, but who spent most of his childhood, teenhood, whole life, with. He also dies with Emma on his mind, as his last question was both for Mikey and Emma (‘there’s no way to save me, right? Right? Emma’) – because at the end, even thought she became a stranger for him, she was still his little sister. Even thought he agreed to her murderer, he walks away as soon as he sees her, he knows what’s about to happen. And he didn’t smile or anything that showed it was happy with her soon-to-be death. Izana doesn’t know how to read people (thinking S62 only follows him because they’re scared of him) but he doesn’t know how to read himself either. (didn’t realize he had Kakucho until the end, didn’t realize he also had S62, didn’t realize he could’ve had Emma and Mikey if he came to meet them. And it’s not illogical. Izana truly felt lonely, at the institution, until Shinichiro came to see him, he had no one. Then he had had to wait his 12 to meet Kakucho, and then he met S62 in Juvie. Whereas Mikey got to see the ‘good’ sides of delinquency, Izana fully focused on the ‘bad’ sides of it (assaults, drugs dealing,…). As always, and that’s not news to anyone, Izana is a tragic character.)

Edit: if we decide to think about 'Mama Sano is the one to have raised her sons (and somehow Papa Sano got visitation rights if they got divorced)', then Mama Sano fell ill possibly after his death. If they were still together, the 'player Papa Sano' scenario is a bit more likely - but she seemed to have become close to Emma (as Emma heavily cried when Mama Sano died) still. I just want to know when did things happen in the timeline, Wakui pls

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trash-monkey · 11 months ago

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Ran's Little Dragon

Chapter 10

"Dragen" I reluctantly answered as I flop back onto the bed from where I was sitting up as my body still feels incredibly weak and my shoulder burns like hell.

"Shoulder" I pant as I finally noticed that my whole body is sweating and making my worn out cloths stick to my skin, Takemitchy quickly rewet the cloth before gently patting down my face after gently taking Yara from my arms and sitting her down on the floor where Draken had made a small bed for her.

"That's bad." Draken commented worried after Takemitchy unbandaged my shoulder to see a infected dog bite which he immediately got things to bandage it again.

"We need to get him to a hospital, this infection is serious." Takemitchy said as he continues to pat my face with the wet and cold cloth.

"No, the bad men will find and take me again." I shake my head wildly at the mention of being taken to a hospital which is where the Yuu Osamu gang will be looking for me after they had tortured that info from Mercy if they had caught her, while in Mercys care she told me the name of the gang she and Steve works for in case I have ever gotten back to my father.

'It's still a risk I'm not taking, either for mine or these two safety'

"Who sweetheart? Who will take you?" Takemitchy questions softly when hearing the fear in my voice as Darken returns with his first aid box which he quickly opens to pull a the things he need out after sitting at the edge of the bed again beside Takemitchy.

"Sorry little guy but this is going to hurt bad, Takemitchy hold him down." Immediately Takemitchy dose as told before I could try to get away as Darken wets a gauze in alcohol, our eyes connected as my lip quivers and eyes filled with tears which caused his eyes to soften but he shakes his head.

"I want Papa and Uncle Rinrin." I sob as my fever suddenly becomes intense again which worries the two farther as at my words that some people are after me for some reason and for that I can't be taken to a hospital as I might be taken again, regret squeezes at both of their hearts at hearing my call for my dad and at my crying but for my health they have to push on.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs at the feeling of the burning that's eating my shoulder alive causing my body to twist and turn trying my best to get away from the pain but it's no use with Takemitchy holding me down on the bed and with tears fall rolling down my face I pass out a few moments later, Yara barks and whimpers loudly at her small human being hurt and in pain as she trys her best to get back on the bed to her human but she's still a small pup herself. After Draken carefully dress my wound Takemitchy pats my face with the wet cloth again as he tries he's best to get my fever back down which he watches Darken picks Yara off the floor and onto the bed next to me in the corner of his eye.

"We need to find his father, he must be worried sick." Takemitchy sighs out as he rewets the cloth once again with his shoulders slumped as Draken placing the first aid on the nightstand for easy reach.

Fancy spotless black shoes walk with power and purpose over the concrete as the feet are careful not to step in blood, bodies, or bullets that littered the ground of the gang hideout as the cry of a man getting tortured can be heard from somewhere in the building which the feet are strolling to, although the man is clam but inside his anger is boiling hotter then the sun. Ran steps into the room where Rindou has been torturing the leader of the Yuu Osamu gang for the past two minutes but once he saw his older brother he immediately stops.

"Where is he?" Ran asked emotionless after sitting in the chair he pulls up very close to the bloody guy and showed a picture on his phone of his sweet little boy, Dragen. After realizing his son has been kidnapped both of the Haitani brothers has become mostly emotionless at their job which Mikey doesn't like at all as it could make the two careless and that's very dangerous to his business so he decided to use as must resources as he can spear to find the boy, plus Mikey did take a liking to the boy.

"You'll never find him~" The guy laughs as if there's no blood pouring from his completely messed up nose.

"Hell! I don't even know where that brat is! You should see his handler, Stan~" the guy hisses the name out thinking if he gives it up easily he might have a chance to get alive out of this.

"I will after you show me who he is." Ran jerks the guy off the chair and roughly pulls him out of the room to identify this Steve guy as Rindou trail behind the two which he leads the two to the far end of the building where he had left Stan chained to a wall to starve to death after finding out his betrayal to the gang, he was going to do Mercy worse if he could find her.

"Take him back." Ran shoves the guy to Rindou which he takes back to the room he was in once Ran opened a door to a large room with one dim light bulb to see a very roughed up guy handcuffs to a pip that's connected to the wall.

"Stan?" Ran questioned after crouching near the man.

"Who's asking?" Ran just showed the picture as the answer which Steve gets immediately although Steve can only see it with one eye as the other is swollen shut.

"The little dragon." He smiles at seeing the picture of the boy.

"Me and my wife were his handlers when the Boss decided to make him a ring fighter, he loves modifying them to fit their code name." Stan spills easily as there's no reason to hid this info from him after cocking his hip out for Ran to grab his phone from his back pocket which he hands to Stan when he gestures for him to hand it to him and he opens the phone to pull up a picture of him, Mercy, and the boy to show Ran which completely surprised him

at seeing the picture of his son looking almost completely different and he had lost what baby fat he had.

"His code name was Ryuu and he is such a sweet and understanding boy, he understood we didn't have a choice and that he wasn't anger at us." Stan's voice cracks as he haven't had water in a day and a half but he pushes forward as he continues to stare at the picture on his phone.

"He got sick two days ago from a wound he had gotten during a match, Mercy had a plan in case something like that happened and the only thing I know about it is that she's going to drop him off at someone's place. She didn't tell me where in case the Boss find out and try to torture the info from me so I'm sorry you just missed him but if you find Mercy she'll tell you where he is." Stan pointed to the lady in the picture which Ran takes the phone from his hand to get a closer to look at the picture before turning the phone off and pocketing it which Ran stands up only to suddenly pull his handgun out from his back holster, seeing the gun Stan close his eyes as he accepts his death but when he hears the shot he doesn't feel pain which he quickly finds out that Ran shot at the cuffs causing them to broken in the middle and freeing him from the pip connected to the wall.

"Why?" Stan questions confused.

"Because you'll find her for me." Ran demand as he leaves no room for any argument and the feeling that he will kill him at any time he wishes, Ran roughly pulls Stan off the ground and pull him to where everyone is in the mean room as the bloody scene doesn't faze them while Mikey stands in the cleanest part there is which Ran pushes Stan to kneel in front of Mikey before handing him Stan's phone to see the picture.

"So he was here" Mikey stated after wakening up the phone, opening it, and studying the picture which he hands to Kakucho once done with it.

"Kill and disposed of her but don't worry you got a new playmate on the way." Mikey hangs up after calling Sanzu's cell as him and Hanma stayed behind at headquarters to continue to torture the maid that Dragen had giving them days ago which during the call he did give the leader of the Yuu Osamu gang a glance when saying playmate as Rindou has him kneeling with a black bag over his head.

"Him and his wife was his handlers but once he got sick the wife had to drop him off somewhere safe behind their leader's back but he doesn't know where, only he can find her and when we do get her she'll tell us where he is." Ran explained as simple as he can without leaving the important stuff out as he stands next to Stan's kneeling form which the barrel of Ran's handgun rest on his shoulder.

"Why should I let you live?" Mikey questions as he step closer to Stan which he crouch down to look deep into his eyes with his head tilted.

"Because we care for that kid and tried our best to protect him while he was here without dieing ourselves." Stan didn't hesitate as he stare head on into Mikey's eyes with determination.

"I'll keep you alive....for now. Shion and Rindou, you know where to take these two." Mikey stands up ordering Shion to take Stan to a hideout as a prisoner for now while Rindou with take the leader to where Sanzu and Hanma are.

"Of course." Shion responded jerking Stan off his knees and out of the building as Rindou remains silent as he drags out the unconscious leader which he had knocked out seconds ago.

"Let's find that woman." Mikey said before everyone leaves the building.

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