#bub's writings

[bubbledtee]

ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ

ʀᴀɴᴄʜᴇʀ!ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ʜᴇᴛꜰɪᴇʟᴅ x ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ

"if i'd known she was religious, then i wouldn't have come stoned to the house of such an angel, too fucked up to get back home."

- feathered indians, tyler childers. ・❥・

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chapter 1 of multiple

synopsis ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Lorelei Bernadette Dalton (affectionately known as "Bea" by friends and "Bernie" by family) has known ranching her entire life. Between breaking her first colt at the age of fifteen, and wrangling calves for tagging ever since she was ten, she's well-seasoned.

With knowing ranching, she's known ranch hands, too. She's seen a handful come in and out of Lone Wolf Ranch throughout her twenty-five years of her life, but she's never seen one quite like James. A handsome, yet mysterious, blonde cowboy from everywhere and nowhere that has ventured to Cuchara, Colorado in search of work, he seems to be everything she'd be looking for as the hopeless romantic she is.

Or is he?

[darby-rowe]

ᯓ today, I feel like pleasing you.

KINKTOBER 1ST. DAD'S BEST FRIEND!LOGAN HOWLETT X BUB!READER.

18+ | nsfw | mdni wc. 1.2k+ cw/tags. FAUXCEST, age gap (r is 21+), brief cunnilingus & blowjob, first time, p in v, usage of the phrase "little girl", unprotected sex, creampie, not proofread notes. happy kinktober 1st you freaks! here's the smutty installment in the dbf!logan x bub universe. sorry if you don't like it. title is taken from Today by Jefferson Airplane.

The first kiss was troublesome.

Locked away in the far corner of your queen-sized bed, his hands gently guiding itself up your leg, then it happened.

There was so much alcohol in his breath you swore you yourself must have gotten drunk off the way he breathed life into you. Yet the supposed life that found itself nesting in your lungs was something you’ve never felt before.

Taboo. Horribly, horribly wrong.

The kiss made your stomach feel queasy every time it entered your mind after the fact, however it made you feel like you were walking on air as well. Your dirty little secret, safely carried in the arms of you and Logan Howlett.

Your father would drop dead.

Things progressed after the kiss. He became more bold, touching you in more forbidden places that no man has ever touched before. It was all so new. Exciting. There was a rush that clouded your brain every time the older man gave you attention.

“Let your uncle take care of you,” he’d whisper to you.

Every single time.

Oh, it was dirty. So fucking dirty how the tone of his voice had you knowing he meant it. Your “uncle”. His “niece”. His pretty, young, smart, and bright niece who was so fucking ripe and ready to be eaten. The noises he made as his tongue swirled your already swollen clit, locking your fingers into his thick hair, wanting to grind against his hot tongue but ultimately being locked down by his strong arms.

Your hand slapped itself across your mouth each time you had to make a noise, desperately muffling the sounds of dirty dancing happening in your own bed. Your other hand kept jumping from fisting the sheets to fisting Logan’s hair to squeezing your own breast. In this state of being stimulated far beyond your own comprehension, you just didn’t know how to handle your body.

“Fuck,” you squeaked, feeling his nails unintentionally dig into your flesh, your thighs shaking as you grow closer and closer to making a mess of his beard.

It wasn’t planned, the sob that left your mouth when Logan pulled away just as you were about to see god.

“Why did you—”

“Legs up, bub,” Logan cut you off, making you gasp as he threw your legs back, completely spread open to him and any curious being who could walk in at any moment. You instinctually go to close your legs and cover your face, but he’s just so strong. So determined to watch as he takes you for the first time ever.

“Look at me, pretty girl,” he whispered, taking your hands off your face. You laid bare to him, like you had never laid bare to anyone before. Vulnerable and wet just for him.

The look on his face as he scanned you up and down in the position you were basically forced into will never leave your mind.

“Gonna make you feel good, ‘kay, bub?”

You just nodded, mind racing with how many possible roads this could go down. Everything felt like a blur as Logan unzipped his jeans, fishing out his rock-hard cock and began to stroke it in front of you. He was leaking at the tip, balls so full and swollen you could only imagine how long ago it was since he last jerked off.

He asked if you wanted a taste, and it took you a moment to consider. You’ve only ever fellated fake cocks in silicone form, and even so they were tiny in comparison to the monster hiding in Logan’s pants.

You nodded again, opening your mouth as he slipped in his cock inside past your lips. He fucking groaned upon first contact with your tongue, being careful to not shove his whole cock down your throat.

But you could tell that he really, really wanted to.

You felt your jaw begin to ache while keeping it open for his size. If you closed your eyes, you could concentrate on the subtle throb of his shaft, and the way your saliva accumulated around him. You were slicking him up just for you — to make the process easier.

He pulled out of your mouth right when you were beginning to memorize his taste, and it slightly disappointed you as you were enjoying your oral fixation being satiated. Your lips, parted slightly and drenched in your own spit, and Logan’s cock making its way to your swollen, soaked pussy.

He made sure to warn you just before sliding himself in. You couldn’t lie, it was a stretch, and it was an odd feeling to situate yourself in. You wanted to say that it hurt but that was untrue.

Just odd. Foreign. But not painful at all.

In fact, Logan was even surprised when you told him you were okay. Before you knew it, he was effortlessly sliding his dick in and out of you until it turned into him pounding into your pussy, arms wrapped around you as he held you close.

You had reason to believe this is when Logan fell apart.

You bit down hard on your bottom lip, keeping in all the lewd and pornographic noises that wanted to escape you, but some whimpers and small moans escaped.

“‘S good, bub?” Logan grunted in your ear, eliciting a shaky yes from you, digging your nails into his back and wrapped your legs around his waist. Your eyes screwed shut, concentrating on that familiar throb you felt in your mouth just moments ago.

If someone came up to you and asked you how it felt to get fucked like this, you wouldn’t know how to answer. It was just good. Fucking great, even. You wanted to sob, cry, wail out to Logan how good he was making you feel.

“Oh my little girl. My fucking little girl,”

He was like an animal in your ear: grunting and growling as he pounded you with little regard. He was getting louder, nastier. Treating you like a pocket pussy he had a forbidden affair with.

However, the way his arms locked around you as he buried his face in your neck made you feel a type of intimacy you had never felt before. Something so primal yet affectionate, making dirty noises in your ear as he fucked you. Taking your sweet virginity that he so desperately chased after for months.

“Tell me how good uncle Logan is fucking you,” he panted into your neck.

It was hard to form words. Your mouth opened and tiny choked sobs managed to crawl out of your throat, but no words.

“You gotta tell me, baby,” he panted again. But this time, there was a tinge of desperation edging his plea, like he could fucking tear up at any moment. Begging. “Tell me how good your uncle is fucking his little girl,”

Your virgin pussy throbbed, clenching around his cock.

“‘S good, uncle Logan. Fuck me. Fuck me, please…”

It took you by surprise how fast Logan emptied himself inside you, feeling his seed pump deep, knowing his balls were pulsating as they shot out cum. That knowledge was enough to make you cream around his dick, biting down on his shoulder to keep yourself quiet.

The moments after were uncomfortably quiet, with him still holding you with his cock softening inside you.

Your breath steadies. Your mind clears. And your body cools.

Your dad would murder Logan if he found out about this.

[dovelywind]

ꕥ| Matt Murdock || Daredevil S3E3 ‘No Good Deed’

[willowser]

gojo is the dad that hugs his kiddo close when he's holding them 🥺 supporting their butt with both arms, resting his head against theirs 🥺 pressing a kiss to their fat cheek 🥺

[bubsy-4d]

hang on i gotta put on my jacket first

[callofdudes]

Feeling nice, have my cat:

[neptuniadoesstuff]

Alright who wants to be a member of Team Silly?

(Plz note only 3 ppl can & will be picked as Team Silly Admins while the rest will just be grunts. However, there WILL be a commanding grunt which leads all grunts)

(Also another note: Team Silly really don't care about what types they use but their main focuses are fairy & blob typed pokemon)

[turbonicflaws]

APPARENTLY IVE JUST NEGLECTED TO POST HALF OF THE ASTRO BOY STUFF IVE BEEN DRAWING FOR THE PAST LIKE SIX MONTHS ?? OK ?? FIXING THAT NOW ENJOY A BIG POST DUMP

[bubbledtee]

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙁𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙮

"You see when a new baby laughs for the first time a new fairy is born and as there are always new babies there are always new fairies."

Warnings: none. just tooth-rotting fluff with jamie and your baby girl

Summary: After three long months, your little girl, Chloe, finally laughs.

Pairing: black album!James x fem!reader w/ baby

Word count: 818

A/N: listen guys this im sorry if this is corny but my baby fever is so bad rn. and I did this instead of my English project. ENJOY PLEASE OR ILL CRY

You smile as you sit beside James on the sofa, leaning into his side as he speaks goofily to your little bundle of joy, her back and head resting against the blonde’s long legs that had been propped against the coffee table.

“Did you miss Daddy while he was working today?” he asks with a wide smile, his fingers in the tiny grasp of Chloe’s hands.

The little girl smirks a little with a coo, her tongue sticking out slightly. You and James had long grown impatient to hear her tiny giggles as she reached three months of age, and every day both of you would try so hard to push that slight smirk to a tiny belly laugh.

“Yeah? You did?” he asks, acting as though she could understand him. “Daddy missed you and Mommy, too.” James leans forward slightly and plants a kiss on Chloe’s forehead before turning to you and pressing his lips to your own, leaving a chaste kiss on them. “The guys were asking about her today,” he chuckles a bit, his statement making you smile widely.

You bring a hand up to push a golden strand of his hair from his face, “Really?” you ask, tucking the locs behind his ear as he nods, “What’d they ask?”

James looks down at the still-grinning baby and smiles back, “They asked a whole lot. How she’s doing, if we’ll bring her back to the studio again to visit, if they could come to visit us.”

You giggle a bit as you snuggle into the blonde’s side, “Well, Lars is supposed to come by when you get the album covers, isn’t he?” you ask, gaining a nod from him.

A peaceful silence falls between you as you both watch Chloe look around the room with an infantile curiosity. You smile as you think about how James had stepped up to father her, his priorities set almost completely on the two of you. Quite honestly, you had worried your entire pregnancy that he wouldn’t have been able to do it. You worried that the dedication was too much for him and that he’d try to bury himself in work to try to stay away from it. You also worried his drinking would get in the way of his parenting, the same way it’d gotten in the way multiple times in your entire relationship. However, he had really attempted to cut down after you’d given birth.

You reach a hand out and rub Chloe’s tummy gently, “You wanna see your uncle Lars again?” you ask, pulling the little one’s eyes to you, bouts of curiosity beaming from them. You smile at her as you continue, “Well, maybe Daddy can bring you with him to work one day while Mommy cleans the house, hm? Then you can see Uncle Lars, and Uncle Jason, and even Uncle Kirk!” the names are drawn out as you list them, Chloe’s face once again turning to a wide smile at just the sound of your voice.

“Don’t forget about your Uncle Bob, too.” James coos at the little girl, earning a tiny coo back from her. James beams at her, “You wanna see your Uncle Bob?” he asks goofily, gaining yet another coo, this time louder.

Almost like a giggle.

You gasp slightly, trying to excite the little girl as you attempt to urge more coos from her, “Do you think that’s silly?” you ask her in a coo, causing a tiny bubbly laugh to erupt from her chest. The adorable sound sends joy and excitement bursting into the air, making James and yourself gasp ecstatically. “You think your Uncle Bob is funny, don’t you, honey?” you ask with your own laugh, watching as she giggles even more at the mention of the name.

James lets out a chuckle at the sight of the little girl being overtaken by her newfound laugh, “He’s definitely funny looking,” he says through his laugh, making you giggle, too. It isn’t long until there’s a circle of laughs going around between the three of you.

Between the family.

After a few moments, Chloe’s tiny giggles die down alongside yours and James’ and you’re back to smiling at the little girl in awe. Your heart blooms with love as you glance up at James, his smile wide with delight and love. It never ceased to amaze you just how tame a man as crazy as James Hetfield could be when it came to you. You and his family.

You sigh contentedly and press a kiss to the man’s cheek, his facial hair scratching you slightly. “I love you, James Hetfield.” you murmur as you pull away, pulling his attention toward you.

The blonde smirks at you as he plants a kiss to your lips, “And I love you, Y/N.” he murmurs back lovingly, your hearts seemingly connected in the moment. “More than you could ever know.”

[darby-rowe]

you’ve noticed a pattern during your nightly dives into pornography. typing into the search bar, it became natural to search for terms such as “hairy man”, “older man young woman”, “rough fuck”, etc, etc…

but it got you off. it got you off sooo fucking good, so you kept running back to the same videos that made your clit throb beneath your fingers. didn’t even have time to take out your favorite dildo to fuck yourself before you were cumming like crazy.

your parents slept in the bedroom down the hall, but that didn’t stop you from letting out soft whimpers that escaped your throat. you could have bit down on your lip to prevent you from making noise, but you felt too good. too fucking good. just talking to the video like the actors can hear you.

“y-yeah, fuck her, fuck her hard, yes, ugh—“ you quietly babbled to yourself, eyes trained on the close-up of the man’s thick, veiny cock piston-fucking the younger woman’s pussy. his balls were full and slapped against her clit in wet claps that reverberated in your airpods. your eyes glazed over, mouth falling open as you abused your throbbing, swollen clit. your phone trembled in your hand.

your thoughts flashed back to the photo logan sent you. and that’s what made you finally cum.

“fuck, i’m cumming—“

the symphony of the actors moaning and grunting, skin slapping, the image of logan’s huge cock did things to your body that made you come undone with tremors. you could feel your pussy cream with each pulse of your orgasm, back arching off the bed, cursing to yourself. your fingers didn’t leave your clit until it fucking hurt to touch it.

post-nut clarity hit you hard that night. you decided to sleep it off, and hoped your feelings would be gone by the morning.

[splashaxis]

Bottoms Up borrower! 🥂

so this is actually not connected to my other story but I really liked @arc852 ‘s BBBCAU and wanted to borrow (pun intended) the idea! Arc has been a big inspiration to me so thank you for creating such lovely work :3

***

Santiago had just moved out of his parent’s burrow, he had actually stayed way longer than most borrowers did. 

Typically borrowers would leave between the ages of 12-18, and even then 18 was if you were lucky. 

But Santi’s family was different. This is not to say that borrowers don’t love their families, it’s just not safe to have more than one or two borrowers per house.

With that being said, Santi had moved into a new house that was at least a few hours by human measurements away. He had snuck into the neighbors bag, who was traveling to see her son’s new dwelling and visit with his flatmates. 

The lady looked very serious and actually owned a two wheeler thingy (motorcycle). She also looked very tough, short hair, and she had a fair bit of muscle too. 

After a boring ride in the truck of the no-longer neighbor lady, they arrived at the son of the lady’s suite. It was a decent size and seemed good for borrowing, all that was left was to scope out the humans. 

After hours of observing the humans, Santi had basically gathered that the lady’s son was like a brother to 3 other beans. His mum took a special liking to the only other girl though, even she had short hair that made her look a bit boyish and matched one of the other guys haircuts. 

He didn’t know what her actual name was but he found out her nickname was Poc. She was an engineering student who was trying to train to go to space. Her degree also expanded to motorsports since she was an obvious fan. 

Poc’s haircut matched George’s fluffy dark hair. Even though his hair was dark, George had the lightest hair of the group. He was studying to become a bioengineer.

Corbin and Oden looked very similar, nothing sharing black shaggy hair. The main difference being how they dressed, with Corbin sporting a white headband and tying his hair up. Oden on the other hand dressed a lot like his mother, sporting more metal and motorcycle vibes. Corbin was studying to become a mechanical engineer and Oden was training to become a pilot. 

Once Oden’s mother had left they all ate dinner and went to their rooms respectively. Poc was the only one to bring up a snack. 

Poc brought up a small bowl of dark chocolate chips. She was originally going to study but she abruptly went to her bed. 

‘She probably won’t be the best to borrow from’ Santi thought. He had noticed that even though she had lots of useful things for a borrower such as himself, she was very chaotic and unpredictable. She also had sleeping problems according to what Corbin had mentioned earlier ‘I bet the other guy with the headband or the fluffy haired boy would be better’ 

Just as he was about to leave however, he heard footsteps running from the other rooms into hers. “Poc are you ok? I got your message…” the boy known as Oden asked softly. 

Huh maybe the human had sent her friend a silent message? Whatever, it’s non of his business.

“Yeah… I don’t know why this is happening right now though?” Poc started a slight panic “I was getting better!” She half whined and half yelled. 

“I know…” was all Oden uttered with an unreadable expression “well maybe it’s all this stress or you over working yourself” he suggested hopefully “just try and get some rest…” they hugged before he stood up and silently left the room.

A few minutes passed by and it didn’t look like Poc would get up any time soon. Her eyes were closed and her brows slow and heavy. Luckily she had left the chocolate on her desk. That only meant one thing for Lance. 

He would get a nice chocolate treat and she would be none the wiser.

Before Oden had taken his leave he turned off the desk light, leaving only some fairly lights dimly lit across the ceiling. 

Santi waited a few more minutes before carefully sliding into the open area of the desk. He ran and ducked behind the still opened laptop that had gone dark about 15 minutes ago, and took off his handmade backpack. 

He gingerly reached towards the bowl and grabbed a single chip of chocolate. His plan was to get two or thee of the morsels but decided to splurge even more than he already was and run with four. 

On his way back to the walls unbeknownst to him, the human was looking right at him and caught a glimpse of what he looked like. 

***

oh my gosh that was a lot of writing and words lol also I’m so sorry but I don’t have a beta reader and it’s like the middle of the night so no beta today

[fred-the-janitor]

After making sure its three occupants were still sound asleep, Fred rushes out of its room. Using it's secondary programming it located WV6 in the break room.

It opens the door to stare at its subordinate. "Did you get a promotion?!" WA02 half asks, half demands. A little bewildered considering that it hasn't been long since a new Beauru was put into place.

[@facelessbubbles]

[sat-oru]

omg kei your autumn theme is soo cute !! it has me wondering how pumpkin carving would go with your favies? :3

omg awea! so sorry for the late reply, was at work today ;( but I’ve had the theme for a while now, kinda getting sick of it tbh lmao but still, thank you 😞 also a heads up, I’ve never done any pumpkin carving or however it goes…it’s gonna be pretty obvious in my answers with my faves 🥸

anyways…i havé so many favs but I’m gonna pick and choose-

so with nanami it goes…fairly well. to be honest, it’s a MESS. he was the one who suggested to do it and I went along with it though pumpkin carving isn’t something i (nor him) do lol but all I’m gonna say it was a mess. I thought nanami would do great but he did okay LMFAO still better than mine tho, he’s the one who is more skilled with knives than I am 🙄

hmmm with gojo, it was a surprise. he saw some kids pumpkin carve out in their garden and decided to do it with me the same day. came home with two pumpkins, fairly large ones and basically says ‘let’s get to work woman.’ WHOA THERE? anyways I’m surprised at his handicraft, he did great (i hate it he was supposed to fail 🙄🙄)

[golden-bubblebee]

project rolbox (title needs fixing) is once again pulling at me. Forever torn between needing to write this story for the absolute brilliance of it, and needing to be smart enough to write it. But just. This story is my catalyst. It tugs at me, needs to be told and understood. I need to stop talking about it and get it down, but how can I do a story such as this justice

[5u9ar]

Bubbles Bday

You'd definitely be wearing a rush shirt you'd cut to have a deep v-neck, exposing your cleavage. One of my bubbles' favorite skirts of yours is a cute pleated skirt, vith I slit down the side, showing off your thighs.

He'd be hanging out with the boys when you'd show up with a gift bag full of cat treats, candy and cute little kitty decorations for his shed. Sneaking up behind him and hugging him while he was sitting on the couch, your breasts pressing up against his neck.

He'd be flustered my the sudden affection, your perfume wafting over him driving him made.

You whispered into his some dirty sweet nothings, rubbing his shoulders. He'd be a little embarrassed about the pda but deep down he loves it. Knowing what would come later making him shift excitedly in his seat.

"After you're done with the boys, meet me at your place. I've got a gift I think you'll love baby."

You'd smile and present his gifts, leaving before he could open them but not before giving him a quick kiss. Upon reaching the bottom of the bag he noticed something that made his member twitch. Your panties were folded at the bottom with a love note folded around it. He knew exactly what his gift was.

After finishing up with the boys he made a bee line straight to his shed, butterflies were swirling in his stomach. Sure you and him had been together a long time, but everything you'd have sex he'd already be a little anxious.

He was big, bigger than the average man. You'd joke with him that with his cock, he be an amazing pornstar.

He carefully opened the not wanted to share his gift with anyone. He grabbed a sock and placed it on the outside of the shed door, not wanting any interruptions with his love.

You were sitting on the bottom bunk of his bed, knees pressed together to hide your exposed cunt under your skirt.

You smile and outstretched your arms, calling him over.

"Come 'ere birthday boy, come get your present."

He felt his member twitch excitedly, and a chill crept up his spine. He sheepishly walked over and cupped your face, gently kissing you while you played with his blond hair

He looked down and smirked , seeing his favorite band on his favorite woman. He started kissing your neck and playing with the hem of your shirt.

"Can I take it off baby?"

You nodded enthusiastically, and whispered in his ear.

"Absolutely love, you can do anything you want to me tonight, you don't even need to ask~"

With that he took off your shirt gently tossing it to the side. He continued kissing your neck while his hands trailed from your hair, to you neck and eventually to you breasts.

You knew he'd want to play with your chest so you choose not to wear a bra. His hand loving groped your breast, teasing you nipples ever so much.

You moaned out, feeling yourself getting wet from his touch. Leaning back on the bed and allowing bubbles to climb on top of you.

Bubbles started pulling off his shirt eyeing you up and down desperately. You hooked you lags around his hips, giving him a glimpse of your wet cunt under your skirt.

Bubbles leaned down to kiss you, one hand undoing his jeans and pulling them bown along with his boxers, the other being used for leverage.

You reached your hand down and started stroking his cock, thinking about how good he'd make you feel.

Sure it was his birthday, but you were going to get a gift too, one way or another.

He started rubbing your cunt, avoid your clit much to your annoyment. He smirked at you whilst teasing you, his fingers started you gently graze your clit.

He went to pull away to get a condom but you stopped him by tightening your legs around him.

"No baby, I want all of you, every last drop~"

He looked down at you, seeing the love of his life laid out for him. He wanted you badly, and you knew this.

Bubbles was always quiet during sex, never known what to say without sounding awkward. He didn't have the gall of Ricky or Julian when it came to women, but that was fine with you. You loved his timid gentle nature, and how he could be rough and caring at the same time in bed.

Bubbles lined himself up at you entrance, teasing you by rubbing his tip from your hole to your clit.

You whined out and looked at him with pleading eyes. With that looked he slowly entered you, sighing a breath of relief.

He stared with a slow pace, not fully inside you, you reached down to stimulate the base of his cock.

He moaned sofly into your neck, feeling his hot heavy breath on your ear.

"Ohh baby, hhah.

You felt him deepen his thrusts, your pussy wrapped tightly around his large length. You felt him rub against your g-spot with every hard thrust into you.

"Aah bubs babe please, harder-"

You couldn't finish your sentence as soon as heard you say hard, he started slamming into you.

You grabbed his shoulders tightly, scratching him as you did. You felt a tight warm feeling building in your stomach.

His eyes were locked on yours, watching you roll them back in ecstasy as he hit your sweet spot.

Bubbles was getting close, and so were you, his hips slamming into yours bringing you both ever closer. You help him lean down and wrap and arm up under your shoulder and his hand grasping the back of your neck.

"Aghh baby, I'm so close y/n~"

You started rutting your hips up against his, stimulating your clit against him.

Bubbs started getting sloppy with his thrusts, moaning more intensly as his cock twitched inside you. Letting you know he was close.

You felt the warm tightness build more and more before you knew it, you came hard on him. Warm waves of ecstasy washing over you as you moaned out.

"Aaah! Oh God bubs yess!"

He slammed onec more inside of you, as me groaned you felt a warm feeling fill you up.

"Hnnrg, y/n..."

You both laid there in bliss as you two came down, he looked up at you.

You kissed him as he pulled out, whispering to him.

"Happy Birthday Bubbs, I love you."

He looked at you with loving, puppy dog eyes.

"I love you too y/n, so much."

@luigisparanotnormalactivity

[theunavenged]

Mommy Dearest

As the president of the Catherine Todd Protection Squad, and Founder of the AK!Jason Needs All of the Hugs organization, I am hereby giving Cathy a small bit of redemption from how she was portrayed in Arkham Knight: Genesis, therefore allowing Jason to get lots and lots of hugs and kisses as a kid ❤️ (Abusive Willis gets no redemption. Sorry bud.)

Also on AO3 (please comment & kudos if you enjoy!)

cw: domestic violence, child neglect, drug use/addiction, swearing

It was crying again. More like shrieking. Cathy rolled over in bed and wrapped a pillow around her head. She could fucking geld Willis for this. How hard was it to just pull his dick out and come on her back for a couple of weeks until she could get back on the pill? Too hard for her imbecile husband, apparently. 

As soon as she realized she was pregnant she wanted to get rid of it but Willis wouldn’t let her. That was when he hatched his idiotic scheme to sell a fucking newborn to a bunch of mobsters to pay off their drug debts. Dumbass. Now they were stuck with this 12 pound nightmare that never, ever shut the fuck up.

Willis kicked her in the side, so hard that she almost tumbled off the bed. He grabbed the pillow off of her head, yanking it out of her hands. “If you don’t shut that goddamn baby up then I will,” he growled before slamming the pillow back down in her face and rolling back over in bed.

He always threatened this. Last time she told him to go for it and he’d backhanded her so hard he knocked her to the floor. “Do I look like a fucking nanny? Deal with it!” She still had that bruise on her cheek.

She sat up on the side of the bed and rubbed her sunken bloodshot eyes, trying to find the willpower to stand up. It was December in Gotham and their gas was shut off because they’d smoked up the last payment (and the payment before that, and the payment before that, etcetera, etcetera…) Now they were making do with a couple of space heaters, but she was still freezing her ass off. The absolute last thing she wanted to do right now was crawl out of the warmth of her blankets to go beg a damn baby to stop crying.

She fantasized once again about taking a pillow and smothering it. But as much as she despised the thing she’d never actually do it. She was a good Catholic girl, and she didn’t want to burn in hell for murdering a baby. What does it want from me?? It wasn’t like she knew anything about raising a kid. She was only 19, practically a kid herself. None of her girlfriends who she could’ve turned to for advice even talked to her anymore—they didn’t want to associate with a junkie. Her sister had a brood, but she was on the other side of the country, wrapped up in some evangelical cult her nutjob husband sucked her into, and Cathy would rather suffer with her screaming kid than hear one more time about how she needed to embrace Jesus to be healed of her sinful addictions. She wished she had her mother to help her, but her parents cut her off when she dropped out of high school to run off with the dreamy Willis Todd, who was a decade older than she was, who’d failed out of high school and was too stupid to pass his GED. Worst mistake of my life, and she’d made a lot of them. She also didn’t have the luxury of delivering the baby in an air-conditioned hospital with a nice nurse to send her home with how-to instructions. Nope. She had the thing on a hot roof on a sweltering mid-August night, with Willis telling her to "push," while all she wanted to do was push him and his brat off the building. 

It was somehow shrieking even louder now. How the hell did it have this much energy? She could barely afford to feed herself, much less a kid. And as if everything else she had to deal with wasn’t enough, the damn thing wouldn’t breastfeed. Maybe it could tell that milk was poisoned. She hadn’t changed her lifestyle when she got knocked up or after it was born—why should I when I didn’t want the thing in the first place? Her drawn face softened, smoothing away her angry scowl. For some reason the thought of the baby going hungry made her sad all of a sudden, and for a moment she actually felt sorry for it. The kid didn’t ask to be born. And it certainly didn’t ask to be born to two dirt-poor fuckups. When she stopped by the kitchen to grab her cigarettes and an ashtray she’d make it a bottle. Maybe that would make it happy.

With a sigh, she finally pushed herself off the bed and stood up. She didn’t want to have to deal with Willis if he woke up again—she already had one whining kid to take care of right now. She wandered like a stoned zombie into their tiny kitchen. Their elderly neighbor had shown her how to swaddle the thing—she said it was like being back in the womb or something—but she’d been tweaked out of her mind then and now she couldn’t figure out what the lady had done. Goddamn kid. She’d told Willis over and over that they could dump it at a fire station and be rid of it once and for all, but the idiot was still convinced he could sell it, and there was no talking him out of something when he made his mind up. She’d thought about crawling back home to her parents and begging for a second chance, but she didn’t think she could give up dope for that. And besides, Willis would track her down and beg her to come back to him, and she’d do it. She hated herself for that, but that was how it was. She wasn’t gonna pretend it would be any different than all the other times he’d dragged her back to this shithole apartment.

She lit up a cigarette while she prepared the formula for the bottle. She’d thought all babies had blonde hair, but this one had a head full of black hair, just like her pig of a husband. And its eyes were baby blue now, but she just knew they’d eventually fade to that empty, soulless blue shade of his. You know, the least it could do after I carried it for 9 miserable months was actually look like me. But all she saw when she looked down at it was Willis. A carbon copy of the man. And it would probably grow up to be just like Willis, with his temper and his drugs and his gambling and his whores—another dumbass deadbeat in this godforsaken city. This poor kid was fucked every which way. He’d have no more hope of escaping Gotham’s gravity than she ever had.

She screwed the nipple back onto the bottle, slid the lit cigarette between her lips, and wandered over to the crib and her wailing baby. But… it wasn’t wailing. It had stopped when she entered the living room. Weird. Did the thing drop dead on her or something? That was all she needed right now. A dead baby. She sat the ashtray down with her cigarette, switched on a lamp, and leaned over the crib. 

The chubby little thing was on his back with his stubby arms and legs in the air like a turtle on its shell, and he was smiling up at her, with two huge robin’s egg blue eyes, and although he’d dragged her out of bed at 4 in the morning, she couldn’t help but smile back.

“Aww,” she said gently. “I’ve never seen you smile before.”

She reached in and touched him on his tiny hand and he laughed, and that little laugh was the cutest thing she’d heard or seen in years. She giggled back at him then picked him up and held him against her heart, cradling his head against her shoulder. ��Did you just want to be held? Is that it?”

He burbled at her in response, and something cracked inside of her. She suddenly felt like the worst piece of shit human being to ever walk the planet. This was her son, her baby boy. Hers. And for four goddamn months of his short life she had treated him like an unwanted piece of trash. Yet, here he was smiling at her, reaching for her like he knew she was his mommy, knew that she was supposed to protect him and love him unconditionally. He didn’t give a shit that she was a high school dropout, or that she was married to a loser, or that she was a 19 year old jibhead who looked like she was 40, or even that she’d all but neglected him for his entire life—he still wanted her, when the same couldn’t be said of her girlfriends, or her husband, or even her own family. 

The poor thing didn’t even have clothes on, just a diaper. He was probably freezing to death in here. She tugged a ratty blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped herself and her son in it. Tears suddenly welled up in her eyes and she hugged the tiny body against her chest like a teddy bear. “I’m sorry,” she cried as tears rolled down her sunken cheeks, cheeks that were spotted with angry red sores. She felt like a little girl again, and she desperately wanted her own mother to take her in her arms and tell her everything was going to be alright. She wanted her dad to take her away from this hell, to protect her from Willis’ rage. But that was a different life, a life she chose to walk away from so she could play house with a wannabe gangster. Now it was time for her to grow up and become the parent, the protector, the mama bear. She rubbed away the tears from her dark-ringed eyes with the back of her hand.

Her little Jaybird had drifted off to sleep in her arms, and she could feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest, and the soft yet steady beating of his tiny heart. Her own heart felt warm in her chest, warm enough to chase the frigid chill away. She lay her cheek against his soft head. He was such a fragile, helpless little thing, and he would need his mommy to protect him from everything this godforsaken city would throw at him. 

“Mommy’s gonna take care of you now, little one,” she whispered as she rocked him gently. “I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

And she meant it. It was a promise, an oath. One she hoped she had the strength to keep. For a moment she forgot who she was, who she was married to, where she was forced to live, or who she had become. Right then all that mattered to her was the little life nestled against her breast. Right then she swore that even if she couldn’t escape Gotham’s gravity, she’d do whatever it took to help her baby boy crawl out from beneath its weight.

She gave his black hair a tender kiss, and soon both mother and son were sound asleep.