#changed jobs moved started school again after 2 years away

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[thatnewweeb]

Childhood Sweethearts | Bakugo Katsuki

Summary | You moved to America when you were young, having to leave behind your childhood sweetheart. After moving back to Japan, you'll find out if things have changed between you two

Content | Fluff, honestly I can't think of any warnings for this so let me know if you see anything that needs a warning

Word Count | 1.7k+

A/N | I love the idea of Bakugo being in love with someone through his whole life, I have no idea why. At the time of posting, I wrote this forever ago

It had been almost 5 whole years since you moved away. You missed home. It wasn't like you'd wanted to move away in the first place, but your dad's job took you away from Japan all the way to America.

Finally, at 18 years old, you finally convinced your parents to allow you to move home. Having attended an elite hero school for the past 2 years, you managed to have some special arrangements made for your return home.

And so, that is how you got to where you are now, nervously walking down the halls of UA next to Principal Nezu. He had spent the first half hour of the morning before classes began showing you around and explaining a few things to you.

At the start of homeroom at 8:25AM, he walks you to the classroom of Class 3-A, the class you will be joining, starting today.

Everyone looks over as the door opens, the principal strolling in and standing at the front of the class. You follow nervously. These people have had nearly 3 whole years to get to know each other, and here you are, the new girl joining in the final year, not knowing anyone.

At least, you didn't think you knew anyone, until you force yourself to look at the class properly.

Your eyes immediately fall on a blond boy in the second row. His own eyes are widened, locked onto you. A moment later, you rip your eyes away from him, prompting him to look away also.

When you realise Nezu has stopped speaking and is now looking at you, you snap out of it and look at the whole class.

"My name is Y/N. I have two Quirks, which I am sure I will have more time sometime soon to explain. I look forward to spending this year with you." You say and bow slightly to the class.

Your homeroom teacher, Aizawa, points you to your assigned seat, so you sit down quietly, not saying another word.

It isn't until lunch, almost four hours later, that you say anything else, besides answering questions in class. Your fourth period was English with Present Mic. Having lived in an English-speaking country for almost 5 years, it was quite an easy class for you.

Almost as soon as you are dismissed from class, you're surrounded by people, wanting to talk to you, get to know you. You're fine with that, but you did have someone else you wanted to talk to. They already walked out the door though.

"Y/N!" Someone says, popping up in front of you out of nowhere.

"Izuku!" You smile, excitedly throwing your arms around your old friend.

You see a brown-haired girl blushing as she watches you hugging Midoriya.

"I can't believe you're here! I didn't know you were coming back!"

You nod. "I know, I'm sorry I didn't say anything."

He shakes his head, wanting to reassure you. "It's okay! We fell out of touch, that's not anyone's fault."

Izuku invites you to spend lunch break with him and his friends, being introduced to them all, him explaining a little about how he got into UA at all.

After classes have finished for the day, you don't give Bakugo the chance to run. As soon as you're dismissed from class, you walk over to his desk, standing in front of it and resting your hands on the surface.

"It's nice to see you again, Katsuki." You smirk.

He looks up at you from his chair briefly, quickly looking away. “Yeah, it is.”

You lean down so you’re closer to his height, him still avoiding eye contact. “Would you mind walking me back to the dorm? I haven’t actually been there yet, Nezu didn’t have time to take me.”

He tuts but stands up, picking up his bag and slinging it over your shoulder. Not saying a thing, he leaves the classroom, you following him. You know what he’s like, you know to follow.

As soon as you're out of the halls and outside, he decides to say something. "I didn't know you were coming back." He mutters.

You're just happy to hear him say something to you. "Yeah. I know."

He takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry."

You pause where you are, stunned. You hadn't expected him to apologise to you.

When you don't say anything, he sighs and turns to you, also stopping walking. "I shouldn't have stopped responding. I was upset you were gone, and I went about things in the stupidest way. I... I regret it."

It takes a moment for you to say anything, blinking in shock. "It's okay." You smile brightly up at him. "I understand. It was hard on both of us, after all."

"Yeah, but I ghosted you. I shouldn't have done that. Not to you, you don't deserve that."

"I agree you shouldn't have done it, dummy. But I'm saying I understand, okay?"

He smiles a little, looking down at you. "Come on, let's go to the dorms." He tugs on your backpack, indicating that you should take it off. When you do, he slings one strap over his shoulder, carrying it for you.

"Since when did you become a gentleman?" You ask with a small laugh, making him grunt a 'shut up' to you, his cheeks going slightly pink.

Finally reaching the dorms, Bakugo opens the door for you, letting you into the large building.

Everyone else is already there, the people in the communal area looking at you as you enter. Other than Izuku, people seem a little surprised to see you with Bakugo, and even more surprised that he doesn't look as annoyed as he typically does.

With everyone staring, Katsuki shoves your bag back into your arms before walking over to the stairs to go to his room.

You smile a little as you watch him, shaking your head.

Izuku is the first person to come up to you, smiling. "Everyone wants to get to know you a little. If you have some time, come sit with us?"

You do what he says, walking over and taking a seat between him and a boy with a black streak in mostly blond hair.

You end up spending a couple hours with them, telling them about your Quirk and what it's like to live in America. When they ask about you seemingly already knowing both Izuku and Katsuki, you tell them that you grew up with them.

A girl with pink skin, who you learn is Mina, asks you for some stupid stories about them as kids, Izuku going red and telling you that you don't have to talk about anything you don't want to, trying to save himself the embarrassment.

Even though you're unsure if Bakugo will be annoyed at you for telling them this, you also tell them a few stories from when you and him were dating before you left for America.

Everyone seems surprised, a small uproar coming from the class. No one had ever even seen an indication that he had ever been interested in anyone, yet alone had a girlfriend. It appeared to be a ludicrous idea to most of them.

Kaminari seems to deflate a little upon realising you dated one of his best friends. Guess he thought you were pretty.

Not long after, you go find your room, needing to unpack. Right before you close the door, a foot stops it from closing. A second later, Bakugo comes into view.

"Well, hello there." You smirk a little, looking up at him.

He smirks back, placing a hand on the doorframe, standing in front of you. "Hey. Care if I come in?"

You move out the way for him to come in but tell him it's a little messy because you're still unpacking.

He doesn't even look at the room, closing the door as soon as he's inside and standing close to you, essentially pinning you between him and the door.

That's when you really realise how much he's changed. He's so much taller now than when you last saw him, his shoulders broader, entire body more muscular, a few visible scars now. The whole thing makes you a little flustered.

"So, do you have a little American boyfriend now?" He asks with a slight snarl, expression turning into a smirk as soon as you shake your head. "No? Then, would you mind if I kissed you?" He whispers in your ear.

You don't verbally respond, but the look on your face gives him the answer he needs. He keeps one hand on the wall, the other coming to rest on your waist, leaning in and pressing his lips against yours. Your own hands find your way to his chest, gripping onto his shirt.

A moment later, he pulls away a little, smirking. "Guess we haven't missed a beat, huh?"

You laugh, not letting go of his shirt. "Suki, you're an ass." You say, making him laugh too.

"Yeah, but you love it." He whispers, leaning in to kiss you again. "It's starting to get late, and you haven't finished unpacking yet. If you wanted to stay in my room tonight, you're welcome to."

You look up at him, a little surprised by the proposal. When he sees the look on your face, he panics a small amount. "I didn't mean it like that! I meant we can spend the night sleeping together- no, not sleeping together! Not like that! I just meant- we- we can- I meant-"

You giggle at his nervousness, making him look a little angry. You move your hands to rest on his cheeks, standing on your tiptoes and smashing your lips against his.

When you finally break the kiss again, both a little breathless, he stares at you, mouth open slightly.

"Sorry, I had to find a way to shut you up." You smile. "I'd love to cuddle tonight, Suki."

He looks relieved, taking your hand. "Come on, let's go."

You spend the rest of the night in Bakugo's dorm, cuddling and eventually falling asleep in his bed.

Before he falls asleep, he spends a few moments just watching you, barely being able to believe that he got lucky enough to get you back into his life. He gives you a soft kiss on the forehead, holding you tighter, closing his own eyes and falling asleep.

[thinkingotherwise]

Hi! I hope I'm not too late for a request but can you please do a head canon on Wind Breaker(satoru nii),Haruka(Platonic pls)& the Bofurin,Hajime,Hayato,Akihiko,Ren,Mitsuki,Kyotaro & Ren,with s/o who is haruka sakura's older sister, who is about 22 years old, she's a hikikomori, has the same personality as Haruka, unlike Haruka, she appreciates kindness & generosity, calls Haruka an idiot but has a heart even though they don't get along.Fem Haruka's older sister s/o, used to be a sweet kid to haruka, but somehow she got bullied due to not living up to high expectations as a girl & causes her to lose him & suffer trust issues who has no friends. Her personality is similar to zooble from the amazing digital circus pls. Sorry if this explanation is long.

No worries, write as much as you want. Though I honestly didn't know The Amazing Digital Circus and I watched the pilot just to get the feeling of Zooble's character. She's a MOOD. Also, I thought about making the reader hikikomori but I wanted her to live alone, so she came to be mostly social-distant and not keen on human interactions - I hope I captured the characteristics correctly. It's also more focused on platonic relationships. I hope it's still alright.

Wind Breaker characters x Haruka Sakura's older sister (mostly platonic)

part 2, part 3

characters as written in request: Haruka Sakura, Hayato Suou, Akihiko Nirei, Hajime Umemiya, Kyotaro Sugishita, Ren Kaji, and Mitsuki Kiryu TW: bullying (mentioned), manipulation (mentioned)

- As the older sister of Haruka, you were the one who got him into training martial arts and fights, it was you who first saved him from bullies when they laughed at his hair and eyes. - You were the only one whom he could go to for comfort and the only one who hugged him whenever he needed it. - With time you got into more and more fights helping your younger brother and because of that, you got bruises in more visible places making your parents lecture you each time and each time it was worse. - You got in a lot of trouble not only with your parents but also with your boyfriend at that time, who just like them thought that girls shouldn't fight and whenever he saw your bruises he yelled at you saying that you look awful. - You didn't talk about it with anyone, and maybe that was your mistake because, after the n-th time of hearing such horrible words, you gave up. You changed and vowed to never fight again leaving Haruka alone. - Your emotions were in turmoil seeing Haruka beat up and knowing he had to fend for himself, especially when your so-called boyfriend started having heated conversations with him, but you still didn't interfere knowing that it wouldn't please others knowing that you as a girl fought. You didn't want to disappoint them more than you already did. - After some time your friends and boyfriend started turning on you. Even though they pretended to be nice, they were manipulating and soon started bullying you. - Every interaction with them started making you irritated and annoyed but you kept it in for the time being and as soon as school finished you cut everyone off, moved out of your home, and found a small flat in the nearby town. - All those false relationships had an influence on you and made you socially-distanced, you didn't want to feel more betrayed and kept your interactions with other people to a minimum. - You spent most of your time at home, thankfully you got online job and didn't need to leave your house. The only people you kinda appreciated and talked with were your neighbours who always asked how you were doing and sometimes gave you some snacks but you never let them in keeping them at a distance.

Haruka Sakura, Hayato Suou & Akihiko Nirei - Now then during one of your shopping trips Haruka recognized you. He was at one of the patrols and the sight of you, who left him, got him angry. - Nirei and Suou tried to get some information from him but he pushed them away and went to confront you. They tried to calm him down thinking he was about to beat some woman. - You heard the commotion and looked in their direction. Surprised to see your brother you became uncomfortable and tried to quickly leave. - They grew louder as Haruka started calling after and stopped you. Your irritation was apparent and you tried not to show how awkward you also were to see your brother. - "What do you want, pipsqueaks?" - "Huuh?! Pipsqueak?" - Your brother got annoyed and started lashing out at you saying you left him and why are you even here, that you should go back to all these people you chose instead of him. - Your blood boiled at the accusations and you raised your voice too, telling him how awful you felt, how everyone was putting pressure on you, and how you were never enough for all of them. - The loud argument was cut off by Suou, who proposed talking it all out privately. - You reluctantly invited them home and told them about the issues you had and that you were sorry you had to cut Haruka out of your life. - He left that day mad at you and it took him some time before visiting again. - You didn't expect to see him again and what was even more surprising was why he came. - Haruka tried to be angry and he told you, you were a coward for running away like that but that if you want you can start talking again. - It made you happy but also flustered and you tried to deny needing him and others. - Somehow after this meeting, the guys started visiting you and tried to get you used to becoming social again. - Talking with Suou was very calming and his understanding nature really helped you open up slightly more to others. - Nirei, however, was the one to fluster you the most, saying that you were pretty cool, as soon as he got to know you were the one who ignited the flame and fight skills in Haruka. - You were grateful for what they did and how hard they tried for you, so you let them introduce some other guys from Bofurin.

Hajime Umemiya & Kyotaro Sugishita - For you, Hajime was one of, if not, the most annoying. - "What? Oh God, please no, I don't want to take part in any of your so-called family meetings." - You responded once again when he invited you to the cafe he frequented with friends. - Even though you tried to push him away he was sticking to you like a leech, constantly trying to make you see that you can trust people again. - He annoyed you so much and you tried to act tough and not be swayed by him but you would lie if you said he didn't grow on you. - His friend, Sugishita, however, seemed to be the complete opposite of Umemiya. - Your first meeting went so wrong. - When you first met him, he was in the middle of arguing with your brother, and seeing him ready to throw a punch awakened some protective instinct in you, that you felt a long time ago when it came to Haruka. - "What the hell, you better step the fuck away or I'll make you." - You stopped his hit gripping his fist and ready to beat him to a pulp. - "Hey, now, now let's calm down." - Thankfully Umemiya stopped you and cleared the situation between you and the first year. - After the next few meetings although still alert near Sugishita you found comfort sitting in silence next to him, he was a great escape from Umemiya and his constant yapping.

Ren Kaji - You met Ren once, maybe twice and both of them he ogled you as if judging your mood and emotions. - Then he would reach for his pockets and hand you lollipops. - Just like with Sugishita you appreciated the silence when you stayed near him. - Occasionally the silent sounds coming from his headphones, as he listened to the music, calmed you down and brought comfort to you.

Mitsuki Kiryu - Mitsuki seemed to be the one hardest to get along with, his style was loud and clashed so badly with your shut-in personality. - Surprisingly he made a good substitute for all the friends you had during your high school years, he wasn't false like them and he actually listened to your complaints. - Not to mention the late evenings you spent on "girls talk" when you felt more in the mood for some social interaction. - He'd always have all the newest gossip to share.

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[vegan-peppermint]

Books

Pairing: Eyeless Jack x reader

Genre: Angst and fluff, build up to something smutty(?)

TW: stalking, kidnapping

It started as a "dating EJ would include" for @scary-noodlesblog , but got really into the backstory 😭 promise I'll write that too soon.

(I'll most likely write a part 2 with the steamy part)

You left your hometown and moved to the city to pursue your degree. The campus was breathtaking, the people welcoming, and your major captivated you.

But two months into the school year, things started to take a strange turn. Students began vanishing.

At first, it was rare—one or two a month—but then the disappearances grew more frequent, occurring every other week. Through it all, you and your roommate stayed close, sticking together.

Right before finals week, your roommate disappeared from her bed—the one right across from yours. You were left alone in your dorm.

Soon, your belongings started vanishing—books, pens, even your panties. At first, this was unsettling, but it quickly became irritating. As a broke college student, replacing stolen items was a burden you couldn’t afford.

After buying an expensive set of books, you left a sticky note on your desk:

"I PAID $800 FOR THIS, PLEASE LEAVE IT HERE."

You found it amusing at the time and didn’t think much of it. The next day, only the sticky note was gone so it must've worked.

On summerbreak you had decided to stay on campus, getting a job on site to save some money. Hours were okay, quite flexible and it was keeping you busy.

Came home after a paticular hard shift to another note on your bathroom mirror:

"You look cute in that uniform."

That should've make you more scared than you were.

Maybe you were crazy, or maybe all the strange events over the past year had simply desensitized you to danger. The messages, written in the same ugly handwriting, appeared like clockwork every week throughout the summer. You never responded.

"Have a great day today, sweetheart!"

"Drank my coffee with you today <3"

"That guy was such a jerk, it won't happen again."

Then, without waiting for the usual seven-day gap, your stalker "double texted" the very next day. A single note appeared, written in bold red letters and stuck to the top-right corner of your bathroom mirror:

"Done"

Something about its simplicity—or the way it was written—made you want to respond, but you didn’t. After that, the notes stopped for the rest of the summer.

The night before your first day, you felt it: the window opening. A cold breeze brushed your skin as someone quietly slipped inside. You knew it was him. Somehow, you just knew. And what scared you most was that part of you which didn’t mind.

You had missed the notes. Missed the comments. Missed him.

You waited, heart racing, for the bathroom door to creak open, for him to leave another note.

But he didn’t. No sound followed, save for the soft thud of boots landing on the floor.

Then it hit you—he wasn’t moving away from the window. He was still there. Looming. He had to be standing next to your bed. There was no other place he could’ve gone.

Heart pounding, you shifted slightly, rolling from your side to your back, pretending to sleep. You have to open your eyes, you told yourself.

Fear gripped you, but you knew there was no other choice. Gathering every last drop of courage you gritted your teeth and opened your eyes.

But just the dark ceiling hang upon you.

You exhaled softly, tension slipping away.

Just another neither-asleep-nor-awake dream, you chuckled to yourself as you got up to drink some water from the bottle on the nightstand.

As you gulped down the last drop and lowered the plastic bottle you couldn't help but wonder what the fuck you were going to do about that creepy blue silhouette lurking in the corner.

Living with Jack was—well, it was something, alright. He had this strange pattern, awake at night and asleep during the day. He refused to let you out of his arms when he slept, so eventually, you adapted, changing your own sleep schedule to match his. He’d cover the windows with blinds, making sure you could rest in comfort. He'd bring you rice cakes and chocolate, sometimes even fruit juice or fast food if you were lucky. You never dared complain—at least he was feeding you.

But after months of being confined to the same 100 square meters, you snapped. You couldn't take it anymore. The frustration and isolation boiled over, and you found yourself screaming at him, throwing everything you could get your hands on at the man who had kept you locked away for so long.

"I hate you! I hate you and I hate this room and this house and those stupid dry, cardboard chips!" You yelled, your voice breaking as you desperately searched for something else to throw. "Why on earth would you give me rice cakes?!"

He didn’t retaliate, just moved out of the way, letting the plates and the book fly past him. You expected him to be angry, hit you back or hurt you, but instead, he stayed calm. As the tears streamed down your face and sobs wracked your body, he just turned and left, locking the door behind him without a word.

Being left alone, you went on work on everything in reach—throwing the cupboards to the floor, smashing glass objects back to their original sand form, ripping open pillows letting the feathers fly in the air. You needed to make a mess of his lair, to leave it all in pieces. Maybe, just maybe, he’d take pity and finally kill you. But he did not came back that night—or the day after.

As the sun settled on the second day alone, you decided to pick things up. Cleaning the shards of glass, putting the blanket back on the bed and the spoons back in the drawers.

You were on your knees, picking up a book (which was meant for his stupid head) from under the couch. It was a poetry book, one from your childhood.

It brought you both comfort and disappointment, but you started reading anyways. Your mind was foggy with worry and fear causing you to re read the same line over and over again.

You inhaled deeply, grounding yourself as you started saying the words out loud.

You must've read through ten or more poems before realizing you were not alone anymore.

He kept his distance, like a stray dog lingering at the edge of your reach, his lowered head pleading for permission to come closer. Both of you knew, it wasn't him who needed to be afraid.

Your eyes jumped from his mask, to the bags he carried in his arms then back to the black, hollow holes.

"I haven't been human in a long time," he broke the silence. "Forgot what it's like to have wants, or desires, or what food tastes like- hell, the meaning of the word 'taste' is completly lost on me."

Are those fucking Lidl bags?

"I apologize, but I'm not going to let you go. I cannot bring myself to do that. But I brought you food, real food this time. And crayons and paper- I'll get you more books too! Just, please-", his words got stuck as you jumped up and hugged him, bags falling to the ground.

His body tensed awkwardly, not used to anyone else touching him. Sure, he had hugged you plenty of times before- his hands wandered all over your body too- but you never reciprocated anything before.

"Leave me like this ever again and I'll burn this place down to the ground, you hear me?"

As time went on, you and Jack grew to understand each other better. He built a garden for you both, where you planted flowers together—he had a particular fondness for the scent of lilies. You convinced him into eating  meals together. You were doing your best to block out the human oddities on his plate and focus on the homemade dishes you prepared. He often brought you gifts—an abundance of them. Flowers, clothes, and countless games, each one a token of his affection.

His favorite gift for you, though, was always a book.

You’d sit between his legs on the bed, his arms wrapped around your waist, his head resting gently on your shoulder as you read aloud to him.

Children’s tales, thrillers, non-fiction—whatever he found during his hunts, anything his hands could grab.

You came to understand Jack’s “sight” as shadows on a colorless backdrop. He could make out shapes and light, detect movement in an instant, but the fine details—like letters—were too small for him to decipher. This often led to him bringing you books with odd or questionable titles. Tonight wasn’t any different  though it was a first—he had never brought you a smutty book before .

[youunravelme]

to all the girls you've loved before part 1

author's note: hi! remember that time i wrote jack fics? well i'm branching out, so BUCKLE UP BABY. it should be said that this will be multiple parts, i don't know how many though so again, buckle up. also i'm pretending the trade never happened

pairing: single dad!mat barzal x reader

summary: being a nanny for rich people was probably the worst thing that ever happened to you, until you started working for mat.

warnings: children, rich people, mentions of absent parent

mat barzal. nearly everyone in new york was obsessed with him, you knew him by the awkward elevator interactions when you were leaving work and he was getting home.

you nannied for a family in his building, a mom named erin who was rarely home with two really sweet children, ages 2 and 4.

you didn't even know his name until a few weeks after he moved in when erin mentioned his name in passing conversation, saying something about an nhl player living across the hall.

"i think he's around your age," she said with a sly smirk. "and handsome too, introduced himself to the kids too. such a sweetheart."

"erin," you started. "you can't possibly know he's a sweetheart from one two second interaction."

she tsked and waved you off. "first impressions have a great impact."

you met him when you were getting off the elevator. he had a duffle bag slung over one shoulder and wore a suit, his hair was wet and strewn about in every direction. you were in a pair of sweats to combat the cold.

he mumbled a small hey and made a pathetic excuse for a smile as he waited for you to get off the elevator.

everything you knew about him, you gleaned involuntarily. he must suck at cooking given the amount of times the smoke detector would go off in his place, you could hear the beeping through the walls. and his lack of cooking skills took shape in the trash bags filled with take out boxes that he loudly dumped in the trash chute. you even knew he had a best friend named "tito" from the shouting that erupted every time said friend came over.

you thought nothing of him aside from the mild annoyance at his loud noises.

it wasn't until the fall came and the two year old turned three (and therefore went off to preschool) that things changed.

you'd just settled into your pajamas when erin called asking you to come over.

"is everything alright?" you asked.

"you remember mat?"

"hardly."

she laughed through the phone, though it sounded a little strained. "can you come over? he's found himself in a bit of a situation."

you paused. "what kind of situation?"

spoiler alert: it was an eight month old baby girl kind of situation.

mat was sitting on erin's couch while the baby, whose name was apparently ella, snoozed away in the pack and play when you walked in.

erin explained the situation as you took a seat. something about a fling he had that resulted in a pregnancy (obviously) and the mom decided parenting just wasn't for her so she dropped the baby off with mat and has blocked him on all forms of communication.

erin leant some things like a pack and play for ella to sleep in until he got a crib. but he didn't need that as much as he needed you.

a nanny.

"i know you already have a job, but i can pay well and pay you more for watching all three kids when you have them," mat begged. "i know i have late games so it would require late nights but you can sleep in the guest room if you'd like and i might be gone for a week at a time, but you can invite friends over to hang out and--"

you held up a hand. listening to the man beg and plead for your help was almost heartbreaking. "i'll do it."

he sat back. "what, really?"

you furrowed your brows. "is that a problem?"

mat shook his head. "no! sorry, i was just surprised you'd agree so quickly.

"well, it's not like it would interfere with my time with erin's girls. i could watch your baby during the day and take her to pick up the girls from school and keep ella until you get back."

he still looked unsure. "i work late nights sometimes, is that a problem?"

you thought about the fact your schedule has been empty for the past few months, that the only reason you leave your shitty apartment was because erin needed you to nanny. "i think i can manage."

he smiled for the first time that evening, looking almost near tears. "thank you thank you thank you," he said.

you nodded, a little overwhelmed by his sudden change in demeanor. "when do i start?"

day one

you hesitantly walked into mat's big ass apartment to the sound of a screaming baby.

it was six in the morning.

mat ran into the living room, hair askew, clothes wrinkled, but his baby was in a clean set of pajamas with tears running down her face.

"i don't know what's wrong," he said frantically. "she woke up and i changed her diaper but she's still crying."

you dropped your bag on the floor and made your way over to him, taking ella out of his arms and immediately bouncing her in your own. "she's probably hungry," you guessed.

"i tried that! i put the bottle in the microwave but when i gave it to her she started crying harder and--"

"wait," you stopped him. "you put the bottle in the microwave?" he nodded. "with the formula?" he nodded again. "mat, you can't do that. heat the water separately and then add the formula. and then test it on your wrist to make sure it's the right temperature." you walked into the kitchen and prepared the bottle the right way, showing mat how to do it as you went.

when all was said and done, you placed the new bottle in ella's mouth and watched as she took it without issue.

mat's shoulders sagged in relief. "you're a miracle worker."

you gave him a sheepish smile. "you can go get ready, mat. i've got her from here." he nodded and hurried towards what you assumed was his bedroom while you walked over to the couch to sit down.

ella was a cute baby, you'd give her that. no doubt taking after her father. she looked at you with wide eyes as she drank her bottle, her irises never left your face. it would've been unnerving if she had been an adult.

mat came out a little less frazzled ten minutes later. ella had finished her bottle at that point and the both of you were laid on the floor doing tummy time.

"what's that?" he pointed to the two of you once he stopped running his hands through his hair.

"what's what?"

"what's that you're doing?" he gestured again before placing his hands on his hips.

"tummy time," you smiled. "it helps build her neck muscles. also helps prevent flat spots on the back of her head."

you didn't like to judge people for their skin color, because it's racist, but you didn't think it was possible for mat to be paler until you spoke.

"she could get flat spots?"

you hung your head as ella babbled to herself.

it was going to be a long employment.

day ten

you'd finally gotten mat on a rhythm, he looked a little less scared with every day that you came over.

but today was different.

he was going on an eight day roadie which meant you would be watching her overnight several nights in a row (on top of erin's kids).

you'd done much harder jobs before, so you weren't nervous about the time you spent with ella, it was more so you feared all the confidence you built in the week or so you'd worked for mat would disappear when he came back and realized he had an eighteen year commitment waiting at home for him.

"you have my number, right?" he asked even though you got it the night you accepted the position.

"yes, mat," you said instead.

"and you'll text me if anything goes wrong?"

you nodded. you bounced ella on your hip and held her hand up. "bye dada," you said for her, smiling as she did.

mat's bags were stationed by the front door, but he made no move towards them. he stayed planted in front of you, but his hands fidgeted.

"can i--" he cleared his throat. "can i hold her?"

"of course!" you didn't hesitate to pass her off to mat, who handled her like precious cargo, but was still a little unsure about the entire situation.

once she was settled, he took his eyes off her to look at you. "you know where the guest room is, right?" you nodded. "right, just make yourself at home. i stocked the fridge, i have just about every streaming service, so you should be fine." he paused. "but if you aren't--"

"mat--"

"--you can just text me if you need anything, alright?" he turned his head to focus on ella who took her hands to slap to his cheeks. "and you be good, okay baby?" his voice pitched higher right before he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

you checked your watch to keep yourself from intruding on what felt like a special moment. "mat," you started. "you should get going before you're late."

he nodded and pressed one last kiss to the top of ella's head before passing her back to you. "i'll facetime you when i get to the hotel, okay? so i can tell her goodnight?"

you nodded and left out the part that she would probably be asleep because honestly, you weren't expecting him to remember.

"alright," he said, wiping his hands on his pants before making his way to the front door where his bags sat. "i'll see you in a week."

"bye bye dada," you said in a high squeaky voice, using ella's hand to wave just like before.

he smiled before walking out the door and locking it behind him.

day fourteen

it wasn't until halfway through mat's roadie that weariness settled in. you were constantly surrounded by children, which normally wouldn't be an issue, but between ella and erin's two kids, you were practically a full time single parent.

which sucked because it wasn't even like you got laid to even create this issue.

mat, though, true to his word, facetimed every night he possibly could. he smiled wide every time he saw ella's face and while she was confused at how your phone worked, ella smiled and laughed at the sound of her father's voice.

"what have you been up to?" he asked one evening. you were spoon feeding ella sweet potato puree for dinner while he was laying in bed in his hotel room.

"nothing really, we went to the park today, she was really happy to see a few dogs."

mat grumbled. "certainly didn't get that from me."

you couldn't help it, you smiled at his pout.

"is that--" he guffawed. "did i make you smile?"

you rolled your eyes. "i'm sure i've smiled at you before."

"you haven't!"

"and i don't blame you!" another voice piped in. "he's not funny."

when mat saw the look on your face, he sighed. "that's tito," he said like that explained everything.

"nice to meet you, tito!" you called.

"is that your nanny?" you heard him call. "can i say hi to ella?"

mat rolled his eyes but moved the camera to show you a good looking man lounging in the other bed. he was handsome in a way that mat wasn't. you couldn't really compare one to the other in the same way you couldn't compare an apple to quantum physics.

"ella can you say hi?" you asked in a small voice. ella spared a single glance to camera before screaming. you laughed before spoon feeding her more puree. "sorry," you started. "she does that sometimes."

tito looked terrified but covered it up quickly when mat cleared his throat. "she just screams randomly?"

you shrugged. "usually when she's excited or frustrated."

tito laid back in his bed and started scrolling on his phone. "babies, man."

mat came back into view. his head rested back on his pillow as he held the camera above his face. "are you both doing okay?"

you opened your mouth to reply but tito cut him off.

"you don't need to ask her that everyday!" he said.

you couldn't see what he did, but judging by the shaking of the camera and the cackle that escaped tito's lips, you'd give your left leg and say he flipped his best friend off.

you took your eyes off the camera to look at ella who was using her puree covered hands to rub at her eyes. you put your phone down and grabbed a napkin to immediately start wiping her face and hands.

"is everything okay?" mat asked. "did i lose you?"

"just had to put the phone down to clean her up. she's getting sleepy." you pulled ella out of her high chair, resolving to clean it up later, and picked your phone up.

mat's face lit back up when ella came into view. "hi baby girl," he smiled. "are you getting ready to go to bed?"

ella rested her head on your shoulder and yawned.

"well, i'll let you two go," mat sighed. "i love you, ella bean." he directed his gaze to you. "same time tomorrow?"

"i'll let you know if anything changes."

"night."

"night, mat."

he ended the call and left you to take ella to bed.

day twenty-seven

nearly a month into working for mat and everything was going great. ella had gotten used to you which meant she knew you would come back when you left the room. the first two weeks, she cried every time you left. and if you had to guess, it probably had something to do with how her mother treated her.

and mat, well, he was embracing the father role well enough for someone who thought he was an unattached bachelor not even a month ago.

as far as you go, you were still getting used to the workload of erin's kids and ella. and while you would never breathe a word of it to anyone, you preferred ella over erin's kids.

your roommate and your boyfriend took some time to adjust to your new hours, but your roommate was excited when you contributed more to groceries and apartment needs. as far as your boyfriend went, he was still getting used to the idea of you being gone all day and sometimes even weekends, but even he admitted ella was the cutest baby he'd ever seen.

you were plating yogurt and some smashed peaches for her morning snack while holding her on your hip when mat walked in the kitchen, hair wet from a shower.

"hey," he said. "how is she?"

at the sound of his voice, ella turned in your arms and made a grabby motion for him. "you tell me," you said, handing her off to him. almost immediately, ella rested her head in the crook of his neck and popped a thumb in her mouth.

a smile crossed his face at the way ella fit so perfectly into the lines of his body.

"you're good at this," you remarked.

he laughed. "i have no idea what i'm doing."

"does anyone?"

"you seem to have it figured out."

the laugh was out of your mouth before you could stop it. "well then, let me go audition for broadway. i'm a better actress than i thought."

neither of you said a word, but you continued to stare at each other until his phone dinged. mat shifted ella around until he could fish his phone out of his pocket. "oh it's my mom." he scrolled through the texts when a figurative lightbulb appeared over his head.

"what?" you asked.

"my family is coming into town to meet ella next week so that might affect the hours you have." a flash of panic must've been present on your face because he quickly spoke again. "but your pay will still be the same! i don't want you to worry about that at all. i might still need you throughout the week."

"okay!" you smiled before moving ella's morning snack to her high chair. mat peeled her off of him and placed her in the seat before taking the chair next to hers.

his phone dinged again.

"oh," he said.

"what is it?"

"my mom wants to meet you."

"oh."

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Hope To Stay A While, Just Till The Rain Stops

Reader's world is thrown into a spiral when a 17 year lie comes to the surface.

Chapter One - Passing In A Blurr

Word Count - 768

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Chapter Two - Welcome To The Club

2 months. 2 months since we’d moved to this shithole of a city.

Why’d my mother move us halfway across the world to Gotham city I had no idea but here we were, in this ever-raining smog filled with criminals.

Our apartment wasn’t in a bad area, that meaning it was safe to walk as a group and not get killed but good luck if you’re alone.

My mother hadn’t really given any warning of us moving. She told me a month before we left to start packing my valuables and then we got on the plane and landed in Gotham on the first day of summer.

The city wasn’t that bad. What it lacked in safety it did make up for in uniqueness.

But it was my mother that threw me off the most. Since arriving here she was so on edge when we went outside, constantly looking over her shoulder like someone was following us. Her job hadn’t started and I was to begin my final year of high school at the end of summer so we were home together a lot yet she often left, stating she needed to go to meetings. She always came back a short while later and avoided me, choosing to rather make up an excuse of housework or unpacking.

The apartment was already furnished when we arrived so it was just adding some personal touches to the two bedroom flat. I was given the room that over-looked the city.

On nights when the sky was clear I got a beautiful view of the city lights from Gotham’s skyscrapers, the largest being Wayne Enterprises.

It had only been 2 months, but this shithole city had grown on me. Looking out over the buildings from my window ledge, I saw Gothamites moving around hurriedly. Groups of teenagers meandered, enjoyed the freedom of the city while smaller families with children moved idly through the park. This is what I had come to learn was a normal Saturday in Gotham.

Leaning back and turning my music up, I let myself be absorbed into the sounds while watching the people move about. My peace was interrupted when my mom opened my door and called to me.

“Get dressed in this. We’re going to meet some people.” She opened my closet, grabbed jeans and the most feminine shirt I had and threw the clothes on my bed. She then spun on her heels and left my room, closing the door behind her.

I blinked. This was unusual. She usually told me days in advance if we had plans and made sure we were ready an hour before whatever was planned. Why was this so sudden?

Knowing I wouldn’t get any answers from her and fighting would be futile, I sighed and got off my perch. Changing out of my comfy pajama’s and into her choice of clothes, I retied my hair and grabbed my sneakers. She stood at the front door, reading something on her phone.

When she spotted me, she hurried to shove her phone in her pocket and opened the door. “Let’s go.”

“Ok…”

This was really weird. Locking the door after her, I skipped down the steps to catch up to her. Why was she in such a rush? Ushering me into the Uber, she took her phone out once again and began reading, making sure to angle her body away from me. Choosing to ignore her, I looked out the window to watch the passing city.

My eyes caught the headline on a newspaper stand. “Batman: Hero or Hell bringer.”

This city was home of that caped vigilante and in the few weeks I have been here I’d learned another thing; Batman was one of the only things this city spoke of. Well, Batman and his group of bird- themed sidekicks.

So many theories of how the younger crusaders joined Batman, who Batman himself was, what was Batman’s true intentions. I’d often seen the ‘Bat-Signal’ on nights I couldn’t sleep and opted to look out the window but never the man himself, or his allies. Not even shadows.

I was beginning to wonder if everyone in this city was just suffering from mass illusions caused by the pollution.

“We’re going to meet a very important person, Bruce Wayne. I expect you to be well mannered and address him as Mr. Wayne. You understand?” My mother spoke.

My eyes widened and I snapped my head in her direction. Why the hell were we meeting the Prince of Gotham?

My mother’s closed off demeanor made it clear that she didn’t want questions. “Yes mom.”

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Not the Only Cowboy - Chapter 5

Summary: Jake had never been the type of guy to fall first, maybe you’ll be the one to change that. 

A/N~ Sorry this took so long guys, I had writer's block, and then uni started and it got put on the back burner! However, I’m back and ready to finish this story! Also a huge Thank you to @angel-0f-verdun for helping me with this!

Jake Sersin x Nurse!reader 

Word count: 1,172

Warning: Abuse, Angst, Violence 

Likes & comments are welcome! 

Please do not steal my work! 

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2 weeks. It took you two weeks for you to leave the guest room. You requested time off and were granted 2 weeks but after that, you’d have to go back, back to the place that no longer felt safe since Blake had found you. 

He had crossed the country to find you, he didn’t care about the restraining order or that you had only packed the essentials and moved. No, you were still his, his to control, his to break, his to own till death, and even after that. You were his baby, his honey, his sugar, and he needs you back home. Your love hasn't always been like this. He was your college sweetheart, you were his tutor. His smart, kind, patient, and outgoing Y/N/N. After he graduated he went into the Navy to be a navigator and you continued your nursing school. Once you had graduated you became a civilian nurse serving on base. It was picture-perfect if you ignored the screaming matches and the occasional pushing and shoving. It didn't get bad until you were treating some of the naval men and he saw them flirting with you. 

That's when the abuse started, he’d beat you within an inch of your life in places no one could see. He’d even threaten to shoot and kill you if you ran away. No one noticed till you were wearing long sleeves in a Virginia July. That's when your charge nurse Maggie asked you. You tried to lie but the 55-year-old saw right through you. She slipped a paper in your locker later that night with several phone numbers to call for help. You knew that she was just looking out for you but, at the moment you felt hurt and angry. Thankfully, the calm part of you kept that note and hid it in your locker. After six months of plotting with Maggie, the clouds parted and Blake was given orders to be deployed for 2 months. You took that as your chance to run. After saying your goodbyes, you sold your car and changed your phone and phone number, opened up a new bank account and purchased a plane ticket to your new haven.  

It was your haven until he showed up. Destroying all you had built up, all of the work you’d put into making this place feel like a safe place had just been squashed by him. So here you are lying in Phoenix’s guest room, scared he’ll break through the second-story windows or the door.  He’d threatened to kill you before who’s to say he won’t kill Phoenix to get to you? You need to start over again, how far would you go this time? Coast hopping didn’t work, maybe you needed to go to a northern state, he did hate the cold. Maybe in a small town in Montana, get a job at a hospital this time. Yes, that should work. You’ll just choose the smallest town possible, maybe ditch your phone and switch to a pager, they still had those right? You hear a knock at the front door. Your blood runs ice cold, and quickly you run into the ensuite bathroom and lock the door. 

“Hey, Y/N it’s just me,” says Phoenix. “I bought groceries, what do you want for dinner?” she asks from the kitchen. You slowly exit the bathroom and start to head to the door, placing your hand on the handle you stop. Maybe you should just run at night and just take what you had here, grab your car, withdraw most of your money from the bank and run. By not telling anyone it would keep them safe right? Turning around, you text Phoenix that you’re not hungry and ask if she is going out tonight. She replies that she is, unless you want to talk. You tell her to enjoy her night and start researching on a private browser about where to go, maybe Sidney, Montana. It seemed small enough that no one would think to look there, now to look at apartments. After googling for about 30 minutes, Phoenix shouts that she’s leaving. Walking over to the window you peer out waiting till she leaves. Once the coast was clear you quickly started packing a bag and making a mental checklist of what you needed to do. 

Pack 

Shower 

get food

Leave a note 

Call Uber to the base 

Bank and gas 

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25 minutes had passed and all you needed to do was get food and gas then stop at the bank, but first, you needed to get your car.  You bring all of your things to the door. When all of a sudden you hear someone knocking at the front door. “Fuck” you whisper under your breath. Quietly you grab a kitchen knife and look through the peephole. When you are met with the most perfect green eyes. It was just Jake, you sigh and put the knife down. “Go away Jake,” you say through the door.

“Phoenix gave me a key, I’m coming in,” he asks. 

“No, go away,” you say. He doesn’t listen and slowly enters the apartment. You grab the knife and point it at him, enraged he didn’t listen. “I said don’t come in Jake,” you say, clenching the knife for dear life. As he crosses the threshold, the two of you make eye contact. He has never seen someone so broken and scared, it breaks his heart.  

“Hey Y/N” he says slowly approaching, you clench the knife trying to push back the fear. It's Jake, he’s not going to hurt you, but you thought the same thing of Blake. How could you have been so stupid? “Y/N Imma need you to put the knife down darling, I just want to talk okay?” he said, itching closer to you. 

“Jake please leave, I don't want to talk. I just want to be left alone” 

“No it looks like you're trying to run” he says pointing to the suitcase and backpack next to the door”. 

“Why does it matter if I do? I have only brought trouble into the team's life. I've taken over Phoenix house and probably have a write-up at work for causing a scene. So just let me go, you’ll be fine without me.” you say hesitantly placing the knife down. 

“No” 

“No? What do you mean, No?” you say looking into his eyes. 

“No, what about me? I know that’s selfish but you can’t leave me. I was an ass before I met you, I didn't care if I died on a mission as long as I went out in a blaze of glory, but now you’ve given me something to care about, someone who wants to come home too. So please stay, we can get you help. Cyclone says he could look into it, he just needs your permission.” Jake hesitantly walked up to you and cupped your face. 

“Can you promise that you won't hurt me? '' You say as your eyes glisten with tears. 

“I promise,” Jake says, pulling you into a hug. 

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The Nanny part 2

note: here's part two to the nanny! i'm hopefully going to try and start to get longer pieces out soon, i'm still trying to get back into the swing of writing fics again.

warnings: mentioned of parental death

trigger warning: one sentence in the fourth paragraph that talks about school shooting, but no violence actually occurs.

word count: 1.6k (sorry it's short, between yesterday and today i've had a headache that wouldn't go away :( )

no beta again, we die like men

inspired by: @roosterforme

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You just moved to California, wanting a change from the cold Vermont air and where better to stay than with your aunt, Penny Benjamin. Penny was your mom’s sister, an unfortunate accident in 1999 took your mother and your father, you were 10 years old. Penny was more than willing to take in her only niece, even if it meant having you relocate to Virginia with her. 

Years had passed and Penny had done all but adopt you, she called you her daughter when people asked, made all your appointments for you until you were old enough to make your own, she helped you with boys, and then girls, when you came out to her. She held you while you cried over your first real heartbreak, she taught you all about your period and safe sex. She made you feel comfortable, like you could go to her with any problem that you had, and she would fix it for you.

Maybe it also helped that your grandfather was an admiral in the United States Navy, but that’s beside the point, Penny Benjamin took care of you when you had no one once, and she was more than happy to do it again. 

Being a teacher, especially in today’s world, is hard. You had to worry about whether or not your school was going to fall victim to the next mass shooting, if you could keep your kids safe in an environment where the legislators didn’t care. It was a hard choice to make, leaving the school system, because you knew that they were already understaffed, and that there were no qualified substitute teachers available to take over your position… but between the abuse from your principal, the students, and the entitled parents? You were done.

You at least waited until the end of the school year before packing it all up and moving west. It was a sad goodbye with all the students you had loved but for your sanity, it was what you needed to do.

Penny had an open bedroom, and Amelia was thrilled to be living with you again, mainly so you can help her on her homework, and of course you were happy to see Penny and Pete back together. You always loved having him around when you were a kid, and it really did feel like your relationship with him never waivered, even though you only texted each other for holidays and birthdays after the last time he and Penny “broke up”. 

You were laying on the couch scrolling through your phone, not paying attention to whatever it was Amelia had put on the tv when Penny walked in after her short shift at the bar; it was a slow weekend and Jimmy had it plenty under control.

“Hey, so I might have told one of the guys Pete works with that you’d be willing to nanny for him.” Penny says as soon as she walks in.

“Are you talking to me?” Amelia asks, not looking away from the tv and Penny laughs.

“No, your sister.” 

That catches your attention and you groan.

“I don’t want to nanny some old admiral’s bratty kids.” you say as you sit up and Penny sits next to you.

“He isn’t an old admiral with bratty kids, he’s 35, the same age as Bradley, and he literally just had an infant dropped off on his front porch today.” she tells you and you look over at her. “He needs a lot of help, and you would be perfect for the job. Aside from working at the bar you’re never doing anything.” she shrugs and steals some of the popcorn that was on the table and you look at her with your mouth open.

“Okay, first off. Rude. Secondly, I do plenty of stuff!”

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Uh, I help Amelia with her homework.”

“And you can help her while also helping Jake out with his daughter.” Penny says and you sigh.

“Fine.” you grumble and head into the kitchen, “do you eat yet, Pen?”

“Yeah, Pete brought me food to the bar.”

“Don’t you… serve food at the bar too?” 

“Not sushi.” 

You spend the next three weeks waiting to meet this Jake guy. Sure you knew of him, but you didn’t want to be persuaded by the ‘Hangman’ persona that he had before becoming a dad. Sure people don’t just change overnight, so you’re sure he still has quite the mouth and attitude, especially if this baby is keeping him up at night. 

You opened the bar early and the members of the Dagger Squad slowly filtered in. Bob was sitting at the bar with you while you were getting bottles ready, he was telling you a story from when he was a kid on his family’s farm and he was chasing down pigs and slipped and fell in the mud when the bell above the door rang. 

Looking over, you see a man you don’t recognize carrying a little baby in the cutest little dress you’ve ever seen, a diaper bag slung over his other shoulder. You shoot him a smile as he walks up to the bar.

“Hi! I’m Y/N Benjamin, but you can call me Saturn.” you say as you wipe a rag over the bar top, cleaning up some of the iced tea that Bob spilled. “You must be Jake?” 

This new man smiles at you and nods, “Yes ma’am.” he says, setting the diaper bag on a barstool. 

You watch his muscles flex as he shifts his daughter from one side to the other to give his arm a break and he catches you staring at her. “This is Avery.” he turns so you can see the little girl’s face and you let out a gentle little coo.

“Oh look at you! Aren’t you just the cutest little girl.” you say, talking in a voice that has her laughing and reaching out for you. You take her from Jake without even hesitating and she plays with the fingerprint pendants of your parents that you have hanging around your neck. 

Since the bar is still technically closed for another hour and a half, you make your way out from behind the bar and take a seat on the stool next to Bob who smiles at the little girl, pulling away as she tries to reach for his glasses but isn’t quick enough as she rubs her chubby fingers over his lenses. 

You and Jake just laugh at her antics and at poor Bob who is left with baby drool covered glasses for the time being, but even he can’t stay mad at little Avery. She looks up at you, blue-green eyes bright as she smiles her little gummy smile and laughs along with the two of you. 

Jake can’t believe how comfortable Avery already is with you, it took days for her to warm up to anyone aside from Penny; she still doesn’t like Rooster but Jake believes it's a hundred percent because of his mustache. Normally he’s nervous when she’s around strangers of any kind, even her own doctor when she first saw the woman, but with you he’s oddly… comfortable. 

Begrudgingly you hand Avery back to Jake, you have to open the bar in 20 minutes and you’re already way behind but thankfully Bradley volunteers to help you get ready. You’re standing next to him slicing limes as he cuts up some oranges.

“You know, she’s never taken to someone that fast before.” he says, making sure the slices are relatively uniform.

“It’s because I’m a woman.” you tease and he rolls his eyes.

“No, seriously. Penny was a given because she’s just the best, but Phoenix? Bob? She only just started to get along with them, and those two are the best people in this entire squad. It even took her a bit to warm up to Hangman and he’s her dad.” Rooster says, stealing an orange slice that he cut too thin before taking a beer from the fridge under the counter and walking away.” 

“You have to pay for that!” 

“Put it on my tab, Rings!” he calls out, throwing a wink over his shoulder and you roll your eyes, opening a tab for him before going over to the window and flipping the ‘open’ sign on.

You’re about halfway through your shift when Jake walks up to you, Avery sleeping against him despite the volume of the bar. 

“Hey, headed home?” you ask, taking the top off of a few beers before handing them to the patron that was waiting. 

“Yeah, figured she would prefer to sleep in her bed tonight than on the pool table.” he jokes and you give a gentle laugh.

“Yeah, probably.”

“I wanted to ask if you wanted to go out this weekend? Talk about what Pen offered? If-if you still think you can help me out?” he chews his lip a little, nervous for you to say you’re not interested.

“Yeah! Definitely, uh… here,” you grab a napkin and write your number down with a little cartoon drawing of a circle with a ring around it, how you always signed your nickname. “I’m off on Saturday and Penny isn’t opening on Sunday since it’s going to be such a hot night, she wants us to be off so I’ll be free whenever on both days.” you tell him and he tucks the napkin in his pocket with his phone.

“I’ll text you on Saturday? I can pick you up? Or I mean-” you cut him off with a laugh.

“You can pick me up, I assume you know where Penny lives?” he nods and smiles.

“Yeah, yeah I do.”

“Great, see you on Saturday, Dad-man.” you give him a wink before turning away to go help Jimmy out with the patrons that have gathered around the bar. Jake laughs and turns around to head out, Dad-man?

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Fem!Soap x Fem Reader - You're looking for a roommate, and Jaime Mactavish figures she's the right woman for the job.

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Heavy Weighs the Crown

Fantasy AU - A princess in self-imposed exile is forced to come home to face the man who took her father's crown and the life she left behind. 141 x Reader.

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Retirement Party

Price has retired from Military life, and he's not handling the change well. But on the one year anniversary of him hanging it up, his boys bring him something special to help keep him busy. You. (Dark fic! Read the content warnings)

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Honey It's Alright

Slasher AU with some of my OCs. Dark fic!! Read the warnings

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Hit Me With Your Best Shot

When Rory "Scout" Price moves in with her dad after a rough break-up, she's looking forward to reconnecting while she gets her feet back under her. But unfortunately, a post-divorce Kyle Garrick is moving in too, and he seems determined to be a pain in the ass. But then again, he is kind of hot.

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Please Say Yes

Starting fresh after a divorce, Chelsea really only has one thing on her mind: Starting a family. But going through the process of dating and marrying another man that could very well be lying about wanting kids, just like the last one, she's determined to make her family all by herself. She only really needs a man for one part of the process, and she has a particular man in mind, her neighbour, one John Price.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Let's Riot!

When the Reader St arena gets bought out from under them by Morgan’s vengeful ex, Pippa Graves, The Reader St Riots suddenly find themselves without a practice space. Pippa may say she’ll play nice, but Morgan knows that she’ll either have to get back under Pippa’s manicured thumb or the whole team will be out on their ass in no time. Problem is, the only other practice space around that’s not booked up to the tits belongs to Jo Price, captain of the Femme41, and well… Morgan has a bit of ugly history with her too.

Still, Jo’s at least a little more reasonable than Pippa, and Morgan may hate to beg, but she’d hate to see the Riots disbanded more. And well, maybe there’s room for a little cooperation, especially when their teams get along so well.

Part 1 - Part 2

Mace of Bakes

"Are you happy, Mason?"

A question Mace hadn't asked himself in longer than he could remember. And when he finds he doesn't like the answer, he sets out to build a new life, a long way away from all the blood and dying on the battlefield. Happiness is not a warm gun. But it might be a warm loaf of bread.

Chapter 1

Sparrowverse

Fics in an extended original character universe.

Sparrow

Chapter Index

Cherry Bomb - Nikolai meets one of his Aunt's old school friends and tries not to fall in love.

You Drive Me Wild - Nikolai and Helena meet again three years later

WIP WEDNESDAY

Snippets and previews of things in the works

Rugby - Rugby Again - More Rugby - The Righteous Hand - Impound - More Impound - Sparrow - TNT - Lucky Bunny - Daddy's Girl - Sparrow Again + Retirement Party

[starwarsmum]

Day 13's prompt is In Sync 🫶 this is part 4 to Discovering the Paris Issue

Parts: 1 2 3

@maribat-calendar-events

Marinette stepped off the plane into Gotham and took a shaky breath. She had sworn a year ago that she would never set foot there again, but after time - and the very bizarre art exhibit - she felt ready.

Not only that, but Tikki had mentioned that the darkness in the city was of a more magically inclined nature. When Marinette had pressed the Kwami for information, the tiny god had explained that chaotic energy engulfed the city, making it easier for people to make destructive choices and harder to build something new.

So after she had done a year of travel, visiting places like Tibet, China and Italy, she had finally accepted Jagged’s offer to visit his home city. And now that she knew the city was immersed in chaos, she knew that the panic she felt was largely being amplified by it.

She laughed when she saw the sign Jagged had made for Luka to hold and rushed towards her old friend. His hair was even longer, tied back into a ponytail in a sparkling turquoise scrunchie, and he was holding a sign that said ‘Coolest Designer Ever’ in hot, glittery pink. 

“Hey Ma-Ma-Marinette,” he chuckled, letting the sign drop as he gave her a big hug. “Dad's looking forward to seeing you. We need to get a move on, he booked a table for dinner with the Waynes, because one of Mr Wayne's kids is a fan of your work.”

“Like, Wayne Enterprises?” Marinette was surprised, she'd always heard wonderful things about the Waynes as a whole. All of them were well known for their philanthropic work and donated millions to charity annually. One of them was known for working with street kids, another for donating tech to schools and yet another was well known for working with animal shelters.

“The very same,” he assured her, grabbing her suitcase for her and leading her to the car. They chatted about her travels and his new single as they headed straight for the restaurant. They didn't have time to let her change into another outfit, but she was too tired to care overly much.

The restaurant they arrived at was possibly the fanciest one she had ever been in. It had huge arching ceilings, fish tanks embedded in the walls, and tables were spaced far enough apart that privacy was much easier than in a standard restaurant. 

Luka spotted the table Jagged and Penny were sitting at and dragged Marinette after him; she was too busy staring at the architecture and wishing she'd taken her sketchbook and pencils out of her luggage. She only came back to reality when they arrived at the table and she heard a familiar deep voice in a heated argument with someone else.

“Nette, you made it!” Jagged exclaimed, ending the other conversations as everyone turned towards the late arrivals. “Bang up job of the pick up Luka. Lil M, I've put you next to Brucie's co-CEO he's a huge fan.”

A confused Tim looked up at her, clearly recognising her as the student representative that had run away from Damian the previous year. He frowned and opened his mouth to say something but Jason, who was sitting opposite him, flicked something across the table to shut him up.

“Father, why did you not tell us who would be dining with us?” Damian asked, voice lethally quiet. Marinette felt her heart begin to race and forced herself to take a deep breath.

“I think I finally understand why you were concerned about me being after connections,” she joked, meeting Damian's eye with a small smile. She saw an emotion flicker through his eyes but it was too quick to catch before he looked away. “Sorry for being late, getting through customs was the worst.”

She sat down next to Tim and resolutely focused on talking about her designs. Eventually conversation started up again, the table breaking out in small talk and jokes. And if she felt Damian's eyes on her sporadically throughout the meal, she wasn't going to mention it.

Saying goodbye at the end of the meal, Marinette stayed back from the bustle and cheerful farewells. She thanked Tim for the conversation and promised to get in touch about doing a commission for him whilst she was in Gotham.

Jagged was fairly oblivious to the quietude that had befallen his honorary niece, though Penny kept shooting her curious looks. Luka was humming as he tapped the steering wheel and Marinette recognised it as the tune he always played for her when he said her heart song was chaotic.

She excused herself to her room as soon as they arrived at Jagged's penthouse, blaming jetlag when he asked if she was okay. He nodded sagely and Marinette breathed out a sigh of relief when she closed the door behind her. 

But an hour later, she slipped open the window that led to the fire escape and settled onto the roof. High places always gave her a sense of security and calm, a feeling she always associated with her Ladybug persona. 

It didn't take long before one of Gotham's infamous vigilantes landed on the roof and approached her. It was Robin, and she eyed the bright colours of his suit with distaste. He paused as he looked at her and she tried to lighten her expression with a smile.

“Um, hi,” she said, stepping towards him. “I was hoping to run into one of you. I kind of need to talk to Batman and it needs to happen soon.”

Damian paused and surveyed Marinette with interest. He had been surprised when she had shown up at dinner and his heart had beat faster when she looked at him without the anger, or panic, that he had seen the previous two times. 

No, this time she was clearly determined about something and he felt his previous appreciation of her flare again. He had come to terms with the loss of his chances with her, and had even tried to date other women who reminded him of her, either in looks or in behaviour but it hadn't worked. All it had done was remind him of what might have been.

He hesitated for only a moment before calling for backup. Marinette smiled up at him and he felt heat rushing up his neck. She chattered about nothing as they waited and Damian had to work not to be pulled into her sphere of energy. 

“What seems to be the problem?”

Batman arrived in all of his menacing glory and Damian fully expected Marinette to cower a little. Instead, he felt his heart skip another beat as she turned towards the elder vigilante without flinching. She greeted Batman before taking a deep breath.

“Okay, so this is probably going to sound a little crazy, but I need you to hear me out. Your city is kind of incredibly drenched in chaos magic and I know how much you hate magic, but I think I can help with it because IwasLadybuganditmeansIcanbalancechaosenergy,” she said in a rush, pushing down the anxiety that threatened to swamp her. It's a reaction to the chaos energy, you're fine, she told herself.

“I'm sorry, did you just say that you were Ladybug?” Batman looked at her but with the cowl she couldn't tell what he was thinking.

“Um, yes,” she said, picking at her thumb nervously. “Also, I think someone maybe figured it out when I was in Gotham a year ago? Or at least, he worked out I had ties to the Miraculous and was working me for information about them. So I would appreciate your help in digging into his background to see how much risk there is in me staying here.”

Robin seemed to have frozen, and she was worried she had moved too quickly and was now at risk of a psych evaluation. But then Batman was nodding and assuring her that there was no problem with her staying and trying to fix the gloom of Gotham.

Now that her extremely stressful job was over, she bid the pair goodnight and headed back to her room so that she could pass out.

_ _ _

Damian slumped into a seat in the batcave and tried to process what had happened. Marinette had wanted to talk to Batman. Damian, still feeling guilty for hurting her, had decided it was probably at least worth finding out why she wanted to do that. And then she had said she was Ladybug, and everything else had gone in one ear and out the other. 

So he was ready to put the night behind him and tackle whatever this was next time, but his father insisted that the family needed to sit down and discuss this. He even called Dick and Kor'i to get their view on the situation.

“...think she might be suspicious of Damian for asking questions about the Miraculous. Now that we know who she is, it's clear that the questioning set off alarm bells.”

“What were the chances of Demon Spawn choosing the one Parisian in that class that had as big a secret as the rest of us?” Jason joked, rolling his eyes at Steph. 

“We should be thankful that she chose to come back here at all, considering she thinks he's trying to steal the Miraculous off her,” Barbara said through the speakers of the Batcomputer. “Also, her two blond friends? Knowing what we do now, I'd bet on them being involved as well.”

At last, the meeting was adjourned and Damian was able to vanish into his room to think everything over. Her concern, her anger, even her panic at her fashion show made sense now. And he ached to think about the what ifs, the could have beens. 

She had liked him. She hadn't been put off by his colder demeanour and hadn't had the chance to let his reputation as Damian Wayne impact her views. Not only that but he had been interested in her. He knew, now, just how rare that was for him. 

But they hadn't stood a chance because, between Dick, Jon and his godforsaken mission to learn more about the Parisian heroes, he had hurt her and made her distrust him. He had so badly screwed up that a year later she was still wary of him.

He had never before so detested being Robin.

_ _ _

Marinette fell into a rhythm over the following days. One of the benefits of staying with Jagged instead of a hotel was that nobody expected her to be awake in the morning. And because one of her better known traits was oversleeping, it meant that she could stay up late to talk to the batfamily (or, more specifically, Robin) and no-one would bother her to wake up.

Her nightly rendezvous quickly turned into training and trips around the Gotham rooftops. She explained as much as she could to Robin, talking about the chaotic energy that made her twitchy unless she was transformed. And he responded by doing anything she asked in relation to her desire to purge the city of as much chaos energy as possible.

In between magical bursts, she asked him to spar, or teach her things and he agreed readily. She had rarely felt so in tune with another person, moving almost in tandem with him sometimes. Adrien came close, but they had been working together for years now. 

And for the first time in a year, Marinette felt a pull of attraction to someone. She tried to deny it to herself for all of one day before privately having a breakdown over her fast growing crush. It was hard not to like him, and the fact that he was also a hero, who already knew her identity, meant that one of her major hurdles for dating was already cleared.

So, obviously, she was disappointed when instead of Robin one evening, she was met by two others from Batman's crew. Reds Hood and Robin were waiting for her when she stepped out and she had to swallow her disappointment. 

“Hey LB,” Hood said cheerily and she sent him a weak smile in return. “Sorry about the change to your regular date, Robin's got something else on his plate tonight. So Red and I are here to escort and protect you to your next site.”

“He's- we're- they're not dates,” she squeaked, making Red Robin chuckle. She shot him a glare and he hastily turned it into a cough but couldn't wipe the grin off his face. “Ugh, whatever, let's get this done so I can get some sleep or something.”

“Aww, don't want to spend extra time sparring with us? I'm hurt.”

“Ha ha, very funny Monsieur Hood. I'm fairly sure you are both too old for me and not my type. If you are quite done with your jokes, I would like to finish my tasks as I have plans I actually need to be awake for tomorrow morning.”

With that, she transformed and they headed into the night. The area she cleansed that night was heavily steeped in chaos, and Marinette had to expend a lot of energy to even put a dent in it. She made a mental note and verbally commented that she would need to return to Crime Alley in the near future.

So even though she had planned for an early night, she found herself rushing the next day. She cursed her inability to be on time and shouted goodbye as she raced past a bemused Luka. 

She was going to be spending the day with Mar'i, as both of the young girl’s parents were going to be out of town the night before. But she was due to take over from the overnight sitter any moment and she was still running from the station. And it didn't seem to matter how many times she messaged Kor'i, nobody was responding to confirm that Mar'i was still waiting for her.

Banging on the apartment door, she tried to catch her breath. She was bent over double when it opened and straightened too quickly, gabbling an apology to the sitter, only to pull up short. Because, somehow, Kor'i had failed to mention that the overnight sitter? It was Damian. 

“Marinette?” He seemed just as unsure as she was, which made it easier. “I am afraid that Kor'i is not here at the moment, although she should be back this afternoon.”

“Um, no, I know,” she replied, pushing her fingers along her scalp. “I'm here to take over babysitting. But Kor'i didn't mention…”

“Ah, Richard and Kor'i likely did not know. The sitter backed out at the last moment and as I was put down as the emergency contact I collected her from school and stayed the night.”

“I see. Do you want me to-”

“Marinette!” Mar'i came barreling out of the apartment and practically flew into her arms. “You really came! And uncle Dami’s here too, so now we can play lotsa games!”

“I do not think I should remain,” Damian said, clearly uneasy with the situation they found themselves in. He looked to Marinette as she stood in the doorway juggling his niece and she made the decision to leave the choice up to him.

“You don't have to leave on my account,” she said softly, stepping into the apartment. She heard his breath catch but decided to ignore it and smiled up at him. “But if you have somewhere else to be, Mar'i and I will be fine.”

He ended up staying, and they played games until lunchtime. Mar'i was clearly delighted that both adults were paying her so much attention and her exuberance and energy only began to flag after she had stopped moving. 

After lunch, she curled up in Marinette's lap, the television on and giving a soft background noise until the girl fell asleep. Marinette giggled at the open mouth and light snore coming from Mar'i and moved her expertly to her own bed.

“You are very good with her,” Damian said when she returned, and she grinned happily. He had made them both coffee and her heart gave a thud as she realized he had made it exactly right. How had he even remembered something so small after all this time? She wasn't sure, but she knew it was bad for her resolve to steer clear of him. “It's true, and you should know that she does not take so easily to just anyone.”

They sat together on the sofa, and Marinette curled her feet under her as she hugged her mug. She glanced at him and had to remember to breathe as she found him already watching her intently. 

“It's cute to watch you two together,” she said, mentally berating her heart for getting pulled back towards him. 

“Mar'i is a wonderful child, I am fortunate that she likes to spend time with me,” he said softly, looking towards the closed door that hid the sleeping girl. 

“Even if she sometimes says the wrong thing and outs your secret plot to gather information?” Marinette asked with false nonchalance. Some of the tension left her when he snorted and a flush spread up his neck.

“Even then. It wasn't her fault that I failed to tell you how I felt until it was too late. And I…have a better understanding of why you were so protective, now. When I approached you before your flight home, I had assumed I would be trying to placate hurt pride.”

“How do you know that wasn't what I was doing?” She asked, frowning slightly. She couldn't think of a single interaction that had had since that would have changed that opinion.

“I would like to preface this by saying that I do not share this with you lightly,” he said after a moment's hesitation. Marinette's fingers tightened around her mug and her eyes darted around the apartment before resting back on his face. “Our, ah, nightly meetings have granted me such insight.”

Damian watched as understanding filtered into her expression, and he waited for the inevitable shouting, swearing and accusations of betrayal. So he was surprised when, after a couple of minutes, she smiled wryly before slumping over her mug.

“Oh my God, that's why you wanted to know about Ladybug and Chat Noir. Jesus Christ, I thought you were trying to steal the Miraculous! Ugh, Chloé and Adrien will never let me live this down. Of course I would fall for another hero, even in civvies.”

“You are not angry?” Damian was stunned, and a little concerned, by the lack of vitriol. He watched apprehensively as she set her mug aside with a determined look on her face.

“Damian, I didn't explain it fully yet, but the chaos smothering your city makes me a little paranoid. I only found out after I took a gap year to travel, but I'd already decided I had overreacted when things went sideways between us. So mostly what I'm feeling now is relief. And that I really, really want to kiss you.”

Damian put the mug down so quickly he distantly wondered whether it had just dropped, but he didn't care enough to check. He pulled Marinette towards him, his hand cupping her face gently and kissed her.

“Does this mean you're really going to be my auntie now?”

Damian pulled back from a blushing Marinette, who buried her face in her hands as Mar'i flew over to the pair. 

“I'll settle for being your uncle's girlfriend, if he wants it,” she replied, eyes peeking out from between her fingers. 

Damian thought his smile might actually break his face as he nodded and buried his face in her neck.

[septembersung]

@citadelofthestars You are in luck because I just overhauled our entire chore system for the new school year so this is all fresh on my mind.

Context: this was from the post about making chores fair for kids and not requiring more domestic labor of girls than boys or having sisters clean up after brothers but never vice versa.

The following sounds complicated but it’s not? It evolved organically based on what our house needs and fits into how I organize the rest of my life. And, ymmv based on kids’ ages, temperament, and varieties of neurodivergence. My kids are all under 11 and we homeschool and half of us are probably adhd, so we’re still learning skills and also in our space making messes a lot. I would also like to emphasize that I am so bad about chores. Hence the system. When we follow through… it’s amazing. And then we don’t and we start over again (distant screaming.)

We do chores 2-3 times a day on school weekdays (or… sometimes once… but that’s a rough day for cleanliness) and everybody helps at mealtimes. Everybody gives me an hour or a set number of chores on Saturday. We aim to have the house “Sunday ready” by dinnertime Saturday.

Morning chores: this is their chance to take care of their personal space: bed, desk, laundry tidy, that sort of thing. It’s part of general getting ready. After this, the big 3-4 kids help with animal chores (and gardens when applicable) except when they’ve fractured a bone like kid 4 currently has. In some seasons the big 3 will each have an easy first thing kitchen chore like “empty the dishwasher” but not usually during the first part of school year. Mornings are hard for us so we have to get into school routine fir a whole first.

Afternoon chores: By age and ability. Mostly, one-off jobs like change out laundry, put away your laundry, take out trash, entertain a little for 20 minutes so I can have free hands for a separate task, help make the afternoon snack, etc. (Our lives run in 20 minute increments it feels like. I have a timer for everything. It’s what keeps me on task.) I expect big kids (7+) to do 2-4 tasks in this time depending on what the tasks are and under 7s to do one or two things tops, with me. Laundry is a coveted job but the rule is you have to be able to read the label on the knob and reach the bottom of the washer. We’re always behind so I decide as we go what the next load is, and if it’s your basket you’ll be called to help me load even if you’re not big enough to do it independently. Everybody folds (except the 1yo. Because she thinks it’s a keepaway game.)

We have a basic laminated grid on the wall with a column for each kid and little chore stickers with Velcro buttons on the back. (Well, we will when I print and hang the updated version.) Stuff no one likes doing I assign in 2 month increments or more (for habit and technique building) like scrubbing the bathroom; things everyone wants to do, like dust mop, they trade off each week or so. My oldest is so possessive of his sweeping job it’s possible no one else will ever sweep that bit of floor again. But there’s so much else to sweep I’m not too worried tbh.

I try to reset the chart for changeable chores every weekend. In my new and improved version there’s a section for each chore time, and separate for meals, instead of one long column under your name, and you have two columns!, so you move your little chore sticker from “undone” to “done.” Also contemplating have a little sack of random chores to draw from, like a scrabble tile bag, because “contribute positively to the family” is our go to consequence for misbehavior.

Evening chores: This is when we “get in the zone”. Your zone is one specific area of the house you are responsible for. You can do it on your own as you like to stay on top of it or wait til during the fast zone tidy which comes right before or after dinner. And it is fast, like maximum 20 minutes and 10 is better. Big 3 kids rotate between dining room, living room, and main bathroom. Little kids share the playroom. Everybody helps in their own bedroom at the end for 5-10 minutes. I cycle through and help everybody as needed unless something urgent calls me.

Meal time jobs include: table, chairs, floor, dishes (load up or wash by hand.) We’re working up to include kitchen floor and counters as the big kids take on more responsibility for cooking. Again the big 3 kids rotate among the more skilled jobs, while the little 3 trade out what they help scrub and sweep and carry.

Saturdays the kids will do a more irregular job, like “clean out the van” (which is all hands on deck together) or a periodic job like “mop or vacuum your zone” or “scrub cabinets.” We mostly discuss these jobs each week depending on what seems most needed instead of having a specific thing on the chart. (In my improved version the Velcro buttons say “Saturday chore time” in the little Saturday section at the bottom.)

This is probably way more detail than you ever needed in your life, but here we are. Happy planning!

[lovethetasteofnothing]

good parenting, bad timing | ghostsoap

silly feverish brain writes silly fluffy scenarios..

part 1 | part 2

singleparent!soap who's bringing his daughter on her first day at a new school. she clearly isn't happy with the fact that she had to move again and she's complaining about how much she doesn't like ("hate is a very strong word my wee angel, yee should use it wise-like") her daddy's job. a sweet frown on her face as he tries to coax her into going into the school by herself because he's already running late.

but he can't help giving in when he sees the tears filling up her big puppy eyes, his arms wrapping around her and squeezing her as if to remind her he'll always be there for her. she was so different, yet so similar to him in so many ways, but the way she was so shy to warm up to people and make new friends was really the biggest discrepancy between the two of them.

so that's how singleparent!soap ended up late for work, choosing to be a good dad and help his little girl navigate the school until she reached her class. he knew how hard it was for her to constantly adapt to the change in environment, moving around or being left in someone's care while he went away, no promise was made that he'd return to her. and to be honest, it hurt his soul to see her suffering so deeply while he served for something he believed in.

and it broke his ego a little when he noticed his new team just staring at him when he showed up 10 minutes late, a specifically loud scoff accompanied by bitter words throwing him off for the rest of the day.

"so we're taking anyone in now, is it?" more of a mock than a remark. singleparent!ghost knew he was being a prick right now but after sleeping for barely a few hours last night he could care less if the new sergeant felt welcome or not.

besides the draining insomnia and the terrifying nightmares he suffered if he managed to sleep, he also had a little scoundrel to take care of. she resembled her pop, of course she did, but he knew deep down that she was so much more of a people-person than he was and would ever be. so when he woke up startled by his daughter's hand gently shaking him awake, he knew he had his fill of sleep for the night.

he had to pull her up and sit her down on his bed, wiping away crocodile tears from her blue eyes as she started talking about her nightmare and then drifted away to easy conversation about her day at school, the details she missed and whatever else she had found interesting that day. Simon couldn't complain, knowing that his daughter trusted, even loved him enough to share all of these things with him.

singleparent!ghost who wrapped her in a comfortable embrace, stroking her hair and nodding along to her story as he felt her drifting off to sleep. he knew he was too awake now to get any more winks of rest so he just spent the rest of the night holding his precious daughter, making sure she wouldn't get another nightmare like her daddy did.

he had promised himself to offer her a (great) childhood, something he had been robbed of and would never experience again. a thorn in his side whenever he thought about his life.

so when her mom left two years ago and simon was faced with the cold hard fact that he had to do everything by himself from now on, he felt like the world was falling apart. besides losing a lover he had put so much trust in, he had lost an important piece of his kid's life. for weeks he'd blame himself and think about the worst case scenario ,about his little princess growing up despising him for making her mom leave.

he had recovered, partially at least. he still blamed himself for the entirety of the fiasco. maybe he should have been a better boyfriend, proposed sooner, asked to be serious after they had had a kid. but he knew commitment meant inevitably losing someone and he wasn't ready to put it down on a piece of paper. to him it felt like signing a contract with the devil, knowing that the end goal was your own personal suffering.

but now he didn't have time to think about home or his ex, not when there was so much to do and so little time before he had to run and pick up his girl, bring her home and continue his tasks.

"get a clock next time, Sergeant. nobody likes a tardy soldier" he didn't know what had gotten into him... he was being oddly rude even for his usual self. Simon blamed it on the two hours of sleep.

even though the day went well and nobody had managed to piss him off except for the unhappy Sgt, he found himself constantly pestering the new man, a few snarky comments unintentionally leaving his mouth throughout the day. there was something about him that unsettled simon.

singleparent!ghost didn't have time for this though as he went to pick up his girl. the happiest man on earth when she ran and jumped in his arms. he wasn't wearing that scary mask anymore, his daughter and her friends didn't like it; or the balaclava because his girl always complained that she couldn't see any of daddy's face and it made her sad.

so he had to compromise and wear a simple black mask instead, still keeping part of his identity concealed.

but today she wasn't alone, no. it wasn't unusual for her to bring a friend over and ask if they could hang out but he wasn't familiar with the girl from today, he hadn't seen her before.

"daddy! daddy! can Blair come and play with me this week? please daddy, please?" his daughter always spoke so quickly, so enthusiastic about the topic at hand that it was hard to understand her sometimes. it was moments like these when he remembered that she was only partially like him, the chaotic and sweet side of her behavior coming from her now absent mother.

"we'll need to talk to her parents, won't we, princess?" he agreed with her softly, kneeling down and introducing himself to the new little girl. she seemed shy to say the least, her demeanor was neutral, almost a frown, even though her tone was so gentle and she had attempted to give him an awkward smile while talking. how come his daughter always found a new type of personality to attach her own to?

"Blair, pet, ah told ye to wait by the front gate. Ye got me all worried-" Soap was trying so hard not to let the shock show through on his face.

he hadn't recognized him at first, not when he saw just part of his face covered by a black mask, but his uniform was a dead giveaway, there was no way he could mistake him. did that fucking lieutenant have to show up here too?

"late again, Sergeant?"

this is the fanart that inspired the brainrot <3

creds divider: @/cafekitsune

[a-d-nox]

web of wyrd: the outer numbers and their potential meaning for your year ahead

tw: mentions of death/suicide

the outer rim of the wyrd web foretells the themes of our year ahead. today i will be covering some basic topics that people tend to wonder about the future - that being said, these are basic premises; in no way does one number mean a single thing. each number can mean different things - multiple things. your lack of a number correlated with an experience below does not mean to minimize your experience with the topics (e.g., you had a child but don't have the number, you lost someone important to you but don't have the number, etc.) these are simply my observations (also observations are not destined to be true, they are simply possibilities / increased odds).

indicators that are important for love/relationships

5 (the institution of marriage -> getting married)

6 (meeting an important life partner)

13 (double edged sword looking at the death card - signifies change in relationship status OR it could be a new beginning in a relationship)

19 (renewing vow for preexisting love)

21 (a new phase in a relationship)

22 (a new beginning in the relationship)

indicators of having a child

1 (connecting a new spirit with the physical realm)

2 (a symbol of fertility)

3 (another symbol of fertility)

8 (the flower chain - an umbilical cord - connects two beings)

10 (again connecting a new spirit with the physical realm)

12 (the hanged man is sort of in cephalic presentation, which is the position babies are born in for most vaginal births)

14 (a promising sign for people who struggle with fertility)

19 (it's literally a kid on a pony on this card lol)

21 (the completion of a cycle - full 9 months of pregnancy might even have a late birth compared to due date)

22 (a new adventure - parenthood - begins)

indicators of career change

1 (good for starting your own business)

4 (stepping into a leadership role)

5 (moving up the ladder in your career OR going back to school to study)

6 (having beneficial coworker / business partner OR doing what you love)

10 (new job opportunities OR getting a raise or big bonus)

13 (a big change in what you previously were doing)

16 (changing career path completely and finding a new way of earning money that you pervious hadn't explored)

17 (finding a new job after struggling for a long time to find one)

21 (getting a raise)

indicators of loss

2 (the end of a life cycle and seeing the reality of change/time)

9 (the image of age)

10 (the end / a shift in a life cycle)

12 (peaceful but unexpected loss - this is not always a suicide indicator)

13 (the death of a beloved relative - you'll probably struggle with their death/passing)

16 (a sudden/tragic death)

20 (peaceful and expected loss - typically sick/elderly individuals in your life)

21 (the end of a life cycle)

indicators of moving/traveling

1 (the magician has all his stuff laid out in front of him - he is packing or unpacking)

7 (could indicate a moving truck OR travel in general)

9 (moving out on your own OR going on a long term trip)

13 (leaving a home you've lived in for a long time OR taking a life changing trip)

19 (going somewhere you never have been before)

21 (again going somewhere you have never been before OR moving after living somewhere a long time)

22 (moving somewhere far away OR going on a trip with short (spontaneous trip) notice)

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[sol-consort]

I ended up having a dream about the Toxic Boyfriend Drell and it ended up with me recklessly* going on a longhaul space job with my best Turian friend as a way to fully detox and get space away from him and ofc I end up dating Turian guy and even end up adopting a turian kid we rescue on the long haul flight. Like deadass me and the Turian guy (whose name was Aclia Domititus) raised this kid from like 6-8 year oldish to 15-16ish all with entolling him in school with packed lunches, helping him with friends, full on domestic nuclear family stuff in this dream before we eventually get back to the Citadel and Drell boyfriend shows up again to corner me in a space superdrug or boots whatever and then my alarm went off

So uh, thanks for the sweet dreams!?

Thank the dream department in your brain for me for coming up with a great second chapter to the story and making my life much easier.

Toxic drell ex pt.2

Part One

Dark content: unhealthy relationship, stalking, addiction, revenge, threats, being held down.

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You didn't think you'd ever gaze into those dark eyes again, your reflection crystal clear inside the abyss that haunted countless nightmares in years past.

It was only supposed to be a 10-minute run to the markets in the Citadel. You sneaked out of bed early for this, pausing at the bedroom door to steal one last glance at your sleeping husband, Alicia, the turian who sneaked his way into your heart after a decade spent together in the same small ship, going through dangerous spacehaul jobs.

The faint sound of his soft purring as his arm reaches out to your side of the bed, only finding the pillow you've strategically left there, and curling his much larger frame around it, burying his face into it, the remains of your scent lulling him back to sleep.

You were just missing the final ingredient, and objectively, the most important ingredient, to start working on the cake before your child wakes up, you know how embarrassed teens get at the mention of their birthday.

Just as you left the store, at the end of the street, you saw a very familiar looking silhouette.

A drell.

Your sky came crashing down in an instant.

It was him, there was no mistaking it. This specific dark hue of viridian green, the markings atop his temple resembling a crescent moon missing its matching pair.

Black sclera omitting the opaque yellow of his irises, you couldn't tell if he was looking at you or not.

You can't panic.

You need to move, just turn around and go back into the store.

So why won't your legs move? Why in this crucial moment is your body betraying you?

He didn't see you, he couldn't recognise you, you changed, you definitely changed so much in appearance; it's been a decade.

You signed up for that spacehaul job in a moment of desperation, as withdrawal wrangled your lungs, a need to escape him once and for all. You left your phone behind, your clothes, your apartment fully intact. You didn't take a single thing with you on that spaceship partially in fear of any remaining traces of venom... and because of the grim memorise and associations each object held.

His steps slow down, hand hesitantly lifting to reach out. Lips moving as if to speak, you couldn't hear from far away.

He couldn't believe his own eyes, a turmoil of emotions and memories flooding in.

Your heart sank in.

He began moving again, hurried steps.

The adrenaline shot through you like a bullet.

Fight or flight kicking in full force as you ran faster than you've ever run in your life. Vision barely registering where you're going, from one alleyway to another, the need to hide and escape gnawed at your core, for being in the open main street felt like a death sentence.

Eventually, you found yourself in at the front door of your apartment. You wouldn't know how to map the roads you took that led you to get here. You don't remember any of the street sign names you passed by.

But you hear the sound of plates clinking inside, water running, the grumbling of a turian teenager who's doing the dishes. Aclia's light-hearted voice as he replies with a one-liner pun.

Oh, you're finally home.

Your body deflates like a balloon, a deep breath in, followed by a slow exhale as you regain awareness of your surroundings.

Multiple thoughts come to your mind

One, if you don't go lay down in the next five minutes you'll surely faint.

Two, wow the walls of your apartment are really thin.

Three, you're definitely not going to acknowledge what the fuck just happened and whom you came across, just get inside, lay down, have some food and immediately propose the subject of renting a different apartment.

You look down at yourself, your fist still clutching the grocery bag. Bruised knuckles and trembling fingers. A bottle of cake-toppings sprinkles inside, a small label on it spelling "Dexter Safe!"

Things are fine. Things are going to be okay.

You're safe.

You'll go inside, and they would be none the wiser.

One last time, take a deep breath in.

You close your eyes, the air fills your lungs,

And slowly breathe it out.

The air refuses to leave.

Something cold is touching your face.

He's too slow to catch your arms before they move to clutch at the hand covering your mouth. Your nails can't penetrate scales no matter how much you dig into it and attempt to claw it off.

"Stop struggling." he hisses against your ear, the same raspy voice, the sudden jolt in your body at hearing it after so many years.

The insatiable craving you've buried 6 foot down, clawing its way out of the grave.

You didn't meet his eyes. You couldn't stomach it. Even as you felt a wet droplet after another falling against your shoulder, his tears seeping into the fabric of your clothes.

A tremble to his vocal cords, "I just... want to talk"

Your body is screaming at you to close the distance and press back against his chest—"Why won't you look at me?!" his other clinging to front of your shirt, desperately searching for a specific tell-sign in your heartbeat, something all humans lack—to open your mouth and take his fingers inside like you did so many times before, do you remember how sweet they tasted?

You cannot. You have a son.

You can't.

He's crying, you're the one being muffled like a frenzied varen, and he's the one crying.

Your lips part on their own under his hand—"how could you leave? How could you disappear like that?" he speaks, breaking down, you forcefully tore part of his soul, the agonising pain, the numbing loneliness, the things he went through just to heal and then you have the audacity to show up in front of him out of the blue and attempt to flee? To slip through his fingers again? are so heartless as to—you attempt to close them to no avail. Your brain is locking you out of your body functions, the humiliating feeling of helplessness only serving to further increase the hunger you feel for power, for a purpose, for a single taste of his skin.

Aclia.

The nights he held you close as withdrawal churned your insides, forgiving your outbursts, meeting your harshness with kindness.

You won't.

You refuse.

Overpowering these urges at the last second, you're reduced to your innermost animalistic instincts. You bite down with all of your force.

Your nails might not be sharp enough, but your teeth are.

His hand is yanked away. The scales are decimated, plucked from the root and torn to shreds, the red flesh exposed from below, the shape of your teeth forming a bloody mark.

Your knees cave in, slamming onto the door with your upper body, sliding to the ground.

You bit him.

You bit him.

And now you're left with a mouthful of his blood.

Throughout all of your time spent with him in the past, all the drell venom you've consumed was filtered, the processed kind mixed with his body fluids. Sweat, saliva, cum, it didn't make a difference, it all tasted like nectar.

You've gone from nearly a decade of sobriety to a mouthful of pure concentrated drell venom.

The door opens, your ever so loving husband coming to investigate the loud thud he heard.

Still kneeling on the ground, your vision blurs. The urge to swallow is too overwhelming. You dig your fingers in between your lips to force your jaw open. Red liquid with swirling neon green stripes comes pouring out, staining the floor, seeping under the shoes of your husband standing at the open door.

...

..

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The white lights are blinding, your eyes flutter to adjust. The faint buzzing of electronics in the air, the strong smell of... floor cleaner detergent. Sterile dry air fill the room.

A hospital.

Outside, you glimpse the back of your husband, talking to an asari in a white medical coat. On the waiting bench on the opposite wall, lays a large sleeping figure, curled in on himself, hugging your jacket, the very same one you forgot to put on from the hanger by the front door this morning.

You stare at your son through the glass. It feels like it was yesterday when he still had all of his feathers. The adorable tuff of feathers on his head brushed against your shoulder whenever he came to sit beside you while you were piloting the ship.

A sudden and powerful overdose like that should've killed you, it would've ended any other human in your position.

Yet, you're still alive.

..

....

..... You wonder what happened of him.

Part of you doesn't care.

There are cameras outside your apartment. Surely he won't try to pin this on you by claiming you attacked and bit him. Let his plausibly deniability intercede for him now.

There's a digital clock at the corner of the heart monitor screen. You feel relieved as you realise there's still plenty of time before midnight.

Aclia will need to rush to a bakery to get a suitable cake—preferably a turian owned bakery; you lost your trust in the human ones after that one time they served your son what they calimed to be "a dextro safe ice cream cone" that hospitalised him for weeks.

Blow some balloons, get some candles, and it will be a nice modest celebration. You still want him to have a birthday party, after all.

[tarasmithshifts]

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐑: 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 2

𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐑. 2 years😭 𝐀𝐆𝐄. 16-17 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏: sirius, remus, james, lily, peter, dorcas, marlene, mainly people from gryffindor and ravenclaw

𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒. single (5th to the end of 5th year) TAKEN BAHSDHABHAHDB (summer after 5th year - ongoing)

「 ✦ 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼 ✦ 」

helloooooooooooooooooooo welcome back (i started like a freaking youtuber LOL) part 1 was emmm, it was a rollercoaster. A BIG ONE

— ୨୧₊˚ click here to read part 1 :)

im super super super excited for this part 'cause finally something cute is happening, literally those things that happened in part 1... WE ARE NOT TALKING ABOUT IT. WE WENT THROUGH IT, AND WE ARE BACK. part 2. let's do it

「 ✦ 6th year ✦ 」

𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮 - 6𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓮𝓪𝓻

summer 1976 - I left grimmuald place 12 and ran away to remus. sirius did the same some weeks before me, and we were both burn out of the "Black Family Tree"

July/August - James Potter and Lily are named Head Boy and Head Girl.

October/November - Lily finally agreeded and started to go out with James for some dates

this are basics from og timeline because i don't want to spoil anything

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— ୨୧₊˚ a little reminder about what happened in last part - me and remus got together, and basically we are girlfriend and boyfriend, we spent time with each other more, trying to get ourselves more into this change yk 🥹

OKAY ANYWAY

after last day of school me and remus promised ourselves that we will write to each other as much as possible. boys did not know about ‘us’ because we didn’t know if this whole relationship will work 😭 so it was our little secret, but not for long tho

in july, when me and sirius were back at grimmuald place, sirius got himself into a HUGE fight with our father, and said to me “idk what you gonna do, but i will not stay here any longer”. he did not tell me where would he go, some days after this fight he left in a middle of the night. he just left me a note to do the same, and that in some weeks he will let me know where he is. i kept that ‘letter’ to myself.

when i tell you that walburga was PISSED. P I S S E D . as well as our father. they would fight over it, and finally, when it was clear that sirius is not coming back, they burned sirius face out of this family tree.

ar least they are proud of regulus 👍 good job mate. you will die. soon. like girllllll

especially that i’m super attached to him. he is my little brother and i knooooow that when i will shift again his death is gonna hit me like a train, BUT WE DONT TALK ABOUT THIS RN LETS GET BACK

when sirius left walburga was super suspicious about me and always was looking at me, controlled everything etc. i knew that if she would find out about remus, she would probably punish me for it or smth, so i sent last letter to remus that he should not write to me because my parents went WILD over this whole situation.

in august i felt empty??? i could not get any letters from remus, i missed him, i missed sirius. he did not sent me any letter after he left, but i knew that it’s probably because he knew what the hell is going on in the house rn. also, regulus started to ignore me, like walburga and orion did. annnnnnnndddddd that’s when i didn’t back off, and started shouting at him (reggie) and when walburga heard it, she wasn’t happy 💀💀 so she decided to fucking punish me, but this time i was like “hell no, fuck off” and the same night i left grimmuald place 12 behind me, in my past. i took everything i could with me, some clothes, books, and it was whole huge operation, because walburga and orion are those kind of people that when something moves behind some walls, they wake up. so what i did, was that i added sleep potion that i made in my room to their drinks that they were having before going to sleep. well, it worked HA.

but when i left this house, i was like “bombastic, but what am i going to do now 😭😭😭😭😭 i was literally without any house, i did not want to bother anybody, especially that it was 2am in the morning 💀 andromeda did not tell us where she lived so i had no idea where i should go, and the only person that i could think of then was remus. i knew where he lived, he wrote me his address in one of letters i got from him.

so i went there. by foot. call me crazy but i did that. i took some muggle bus and was on his street around 4am. i knew it was very early but i hoped that he will not be mad about it, or his father. they were living at the edge of london, it was quiet and lovely place to live. when i was looking round for his house, as there were only few of them, i looked up and i saw that it was full moon 😭 and i didn’t realise that before. so i was still looking for around like 25 minutes, and i finally found it. AND YOU SHOULD’VE SEEN MY FACE WHEN I SAW THAT LIGHT IN THE HOUSE WERE TURNED ON

LYALL LUPIN WAS AWAKE

THANK GOD

so i went to the door and knocked. i saw some movement in the window and was like “yuppp this man will think that i’m a freak. good job to me i guess” i waited a few minutes and he finally opened the door. i started apologising to him that i’m sorry that i’m here at 4 in the morning, that i know his son etc. then he fully opened the door and it wasn’t lyall lupin IT WAS REMUS 😭😭😭😭 i literally was so so so happy, i mean, he was shocked, i was shocked too because i thought that it was a full moon that night, i hugged him and he hugged me back IT WAS SO CUTE IM ABOUT TO CRY I WANNA GO BACK THERE SO BADLY

so we stayed in this position for some minutes and he finally made a step back, looked at me and said “what are you doing here?” so i started to tell him what happened few hours before, that sirius is somewhere god knows where, that he should write to me but i know why he didn’t, i was talking really fast and finally he was like “yo chill out, just come in and we will talk about it later, you need to sleep” (yup i’m living my y/n life LMAO) so basically he took my things upstairs and told me to sleep in his bedroom, and that he will figure out what to do later. so i went to sleep

— ୨୧₊˚ lupin’s house

it was like 11 am when i woke up, so i just went down the stairs to find remus, but he wasn’t there, so i just looked around and guess who i met in the kitchen 😭😭😭 lyall lupin ladies and gentlemen 😭😭😭 he was like “emmm you are tara right?” and i was like “yessss that’s me 💀” he was just walking around the kitchen, but he was nice to me tho. he said that remus went to james to tell him that i’m here. i was like “oh yup okay” so later i found out that sirius was living at james house the whole time 😭

so i wrote a letter to him telling him that i am at remus now, but i said that i don’t want to bother his family, so probably i will leave in a few days (i didn’t LMAO, remus stopped me) so that’s how i was living for next month, until school started. i got along with remus father, he is a nice guy, also he has good sense of humour, thank GOD 😭 idk finally i felt loved and as i was at my own home. thanks to the lupins 🫶

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— ୨୧₊˚ 1st day

lyall left few days before school started, he said that if i would need anything, he can buy me some things on street, but i was fine, as walburga buys everything that is needed already in june, so yup, i was stated for new school year 🫡

on a 1st day i finally saw sirius again, gosh i never thought that i would be happy only by seeing him in a crowd. remus told me what happened after sirius left grimmuald place 12, at least the part that he knew about. by this i also mean that he forgave him about what happened, so we were all good 🫶

on a train i found out that james and lily were chosen to become next head boy and head girl, which is the reason why they got onto each other.

sooooo me and remus relationship was still a secret, but i think that boys could feel the change between us, especially sirius, i mean it was kinda obvious 😭 we did not “hide” it, we just did not tell them 💀 there were signs, like sometimes remus put his arm around my back and hold me like this, or during the day when i tried to keep contact with him. basically only lily knew about me and remus. i told her right after everything happened in june, sooooo yup she knew since the very beginning.

whole September we were all excited to start new school year, but something started to feel different ??? but that was because of war.

but let’s concentrate on hogwarts rn 😭

so me and boys still took turns to stay with remus during full moons, remus wanted to complain about it because of what happened few months before, but he finally said yes.

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— ୨୧₊˚ boys find out about me and remus

soooo everything was fine at hogwarts, we were doing great, james and lily started to talk to each other, she would tell me about the conversations they had, but when i asked her “do you like him” she acted like she was angry and ignored the question or answered me with “don’t be ridiculous” soooo yk something was going on between them (finally) also sirius and remus told me that james is talking about her ALL THE TIME and that they are super tired of it. about peter,well, he was quiet as always 😭 so nothing changed.

me and remus were even more opened about our relationship, we were more confident about it? we were showing it ig 😭 and on one day in the middle of october, sirius, james and peter caught us in a common room and told us to sit down, their face went literally 🤨🤨🤨 and james started talking “okay what the HELL is going on here” so i looked at remus, remus looked at me, and i finally said “oh yeah we re together” and sirius went WILDDDD he literally looked at remus and went “THATS MY SISTER YOU MANIAC” and started chasing remus across the common room 😭 it was SO FUNNY 😭😭 after they were done (about 10 minutes later lmao💀) we just sat down in their dormitory and they were doing this police kind of thing where they are asking questions and shit 💀 pretty crazy but yup they knew since then

and because of that we could be more open about us and be ourselves bc of that. sirius was sometimes overdramatic about it but he got used to it i guess LMAO

also sirius got himself into detention 😭😭😭 AGAIN i’m super sick of this at some point 💀💀 he started to bully severus again, so i get it, but now lily did not react (he called mudblood as yk)

but james was a little bit out of business, because he wanted to impress lily, and you could see that. literally he was not helping sirius and peter with their pranks for a while, so he could convince lily to him, which was so cute ☹️

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— ୨୧₊˚ 17 birthdayyy

in the beginning of november me and sirius got letter from andromeda, that she heard about our escape from grimmuald place 12 and that she is super proud of us 😭😭😭 she asked if we have some place to stay and etc. to be honest, i didn’t think about it 💀 i didn’t want to bother remus but still i was too young to bus myself a house from money that i saved. sirius told me in the beginning of school year that he will stay at james during next summer, so he could later buy a house from money that he got from ⭐️

i just wrote back to andromeda that i’m okay, and i just did not think about it. it was not time for that too.

also, from weird things that happened in november is that on random day, when i was leaving great hall with remus after lunch, regulus wanted to talk to me??? like excuse you i guess? but yup he’s my little brother, i was worrying about him the whole time tbh 😭 so remus did not want to go away, he checked if i’m okay with him leaving, i just nodded, so he hugged me and just left 😭

SO ABOUT REGULUS CAUSE IM STILL BAD OKAY

he did not even say “hi” or shit, he just went

“oh so you are with H I M”

and i was like bro what? since when we are talking to each other like this??? what happened to hello? how was your day???

also he was nervously checking if the hall that we were standing in was clear. which was pretty mad, but i figured it out after i shifted back that he just wanted to check if any slytherins saw us 💀 he looked a little bit scared too. OKAY ANYWAY

so i went “why do you care”

AND HE RESPONDED “you are a blood traitor”

I WAS SO MAD. SO. MAD.

“that’s the reason why you stopped me?”

AND BARE WITH ME RN CAUSEEEEEE

“no.” he made a dramatic pause here lol??? “you know you can both still fix this”

MY JAW WAS ON A FLOOR I SWEAR, BECAUSE THEN HE SAID SOMETHING LIKE “you need to choose the right side. like mother said”

HE THREATENED ME TO JOIN LORD FUCKING VOLDEMORT.

BRO. WHAT THE FUCK.

hell no. I WAS SO PISSED SO P I S S E D

“reggie” “do not bother me again, please”

that’s all i said. the silence was LOUD, it was SCREAMING i think it was this moment that i knew that even if i tried, i would never convince reggie that lord voldemort and death eaters are not a good way to go to (if yk what i mean 😭) so i just walked away. and when i tell you i CRIED. i did not talk to sirius about it, i did not talk to remus about it, even tho both of them were trying to get out the convo between me and regulus of me LMAO, i knew that i would hurt sirius so i kept it to myself

ANYWAY

happy birthday to me and sirius i guess 😭😭😭

i am officially 17 in this dr 🤭

sirius ofc threw the whole party, but i passed. i wanted peace lmao. remus sat with me in his dormitory and we played some games, then dorcas and lily joined us, then james and peter. we had so much fun, it’s such a core memory 🫶🥹 I MISS THEM SO MUCH i’m sooooo homesick but yup i just gotta make my way back there (somehow)(even tho i know next shifts are gonna be awfully full of angst, i’m not ready tbh)

during the full moon this month me and james took care of remus ❤️‍🩹

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— ୨୧₊˚ christmas

okay sooooo HAPPY NEWS ABOUT JAMES AND LILY

basically james asked her out for a date and she said YES

WE WERE CELEBRATING and lily finally told me she likes him a lot and that if he would not be such a dumb-ass sometimes she would talk to him earlier 😭😭😭 i’m super happy for them literally waited for that moment for SO LONG. and sirius threw a little party in their dormitory so everyone were happy ❤️‍🩹

on christmas ofc we gave each other presents, but sirius went CRAZY this time.

1. he started dating a girl called daisy from ravenclaw (which was pretty crazy cause he didn’t pull up any girl for like a year or something?) this time he said that he really like her and will try to keep this relationship for longer than 3 weeks (they lasted like 3 months maybe 💀 james even made bets at this point 😭)

2. sirius and james were running around common room with a mistletoe to force people to kiss including me and remus 😭😭 pls guys i love them so much but WHAT

james and lily went out few times during december, and when lily was coming back to our dorm she was super happy and even tho she still had her opinion “but he is a dumb-ass sometimes🙄🙄🙄” she seemed to really like him???

sooooo also james invited sirius, remus, peter, lily, dorcas (and more actually it was a full-ass list with names of like 15 people and i’m too lazy to name all of them sorry 😭😭 maybe during editing i will do it) for new year’s eve, so we all needed to left hogwarts for christmas 😭 like girl i DONT HAVE A PLACE TO LIVE RN 💀 sirius stayed with james at his house, and remus told me that lyall is not coming back for christmas so we can go and live at his house for those 2 weeks, and we decided to do so ❤️‍🩹🥺 GUYS YOU DONT GET IT LIKE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AHHHHHHH PLS BRING ME BACK OMG

okay.

so.

i spent whole 2 weeks only with remus, it was super cute and cozyyy we decorated his house and baked (at least i did bc i was 17 and i could use magic legally outside hogwarts 💀) we had fun. truly these 2 weeks refreshed me soooo much, ALSO

LYALL LUPIN GOT ME A CHRISTMAS PRESENT 😭😭😭😭 it was little bracelet that remus told him i would like, pls lyall is such a nice guy 😭

and also i think the most memorable moment from these 2 weeks is remus christmas present, and by that i mean, he bought two tickets to “muggle” opera, and it was AMAZING. later the same night he told me the story how his parents met, and we played his mother records (i scripted that she was an opera singer!!!)

— ୨୧₊˚ new year’s eve

so me and remus needed to take a ride with this crazy wizard bus 😭😭😭 but we made it and spent THE BEST NEW YEAR’s EVE EVER. we had so much fun 😭 also i found out how many things in common me and dorcas have, which is funny because we were “friends” literally we live in one dorm 💀 but that night i got to know her more which is great bc we became closer as roommates. okay so basically during the midnight, when clock hit 12pm, there is this tradition that you have to kiss somebody for luck. so yup me and remus kissed (my cutie patootie ☹️) BUT ALSO WHEN I WAS GOING OUTSIDE WITH SIRIUS, REMUS, DORCAS AND OTHERS I SAW JAMES KISSING LILY???? I WAS SO HAPPY likeeeeee pls 😭

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i wil speed up those few months because nothing really happened except for some birthdays, and that was all because our exams, I WAS SO STRESSED IDK WHY i know that i will pass them perfectly (duhh) but i was stressed anyway. crazy time tbh lmao, everybody were busy.

about james and lily - they started to ‘officially date’ each other, which made me super happy, they are so cute 😭😭😭

also sirius broke up with this girl from ravenclaw, so it did not last long LMAO

and peter and sirius got themselves into a HUGE detention from mcgonagall for messing up her office 💀 which was crazy, we got -100 points from our house. you should have seen her, she was SO MAD. i’ve never seen mcgonagall so angry

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okayyyy so may was super chill month EXCEPT the final quidditch match. between gryffindor and slytherin it was AMAZING

okay so i probably did not write about that bc i did not find that necessary it still, i okay quidditch on one of ‘beater’ positions so yuppp i play quidditch 🤭 AND IT’S SO MICH FUNNN

anyway, gryffindor won after james found that goddamn little gold ball, when i tell you he was so annoyed bc he couldn’t catch it 😭😭 HE WAS SO PISSED, but we won 🤭

and after some other days of school work i “shifted back 😭” to cr

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it was 2 months and im still there tbh 😭

ANYWAY

This shift was so crazy??? and fun???? and sad??? and cute??? AT THE SAME TIME.

i am now remus lupin gf. yup I WON

i’m so happy and i just can’t wait to shift there again 😭😭😭😭😭

remember that i will edit this page! there are A LOT to edit but i’m to lazy to do so 🤭

anyway BYE

[porchlightfairy]

Shoot for the Moon part 1

part 1 | part 2

rockstar!eddie x reader

summary: Eddie returns home under particular circumstances.

warnings: major character death. cancer mention

wc: 1.4k+

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You and Eddie were high school sweethearts. The true definition of forever. Everyone thought you two were soulmates. You supported Eddie through his music and he was so happy to start a family with you. You guys had gotten married young and you were ready to settle down and start a family.

But at the same time Eddie’s music career was moving rather quickly. You had discussed that if anything major were to happen you would stick together through it all. But that changed once Eddie was given the chance to perform to music producers. It seemed like everything you built in your lives came crumbling down. It had been several weeks since you and Eddie had seen each other. It was like you were playing chase on the telephone not being able to get ahold of one another long enough.

Eddie sat at the payphone in the venue praying that you would pick up. He was in California while you were probably in bed in Indiana. After the second to last ring, he hears the line pick up, “Hello?” You mumble.

“Hey baby! I know it’s late but I let the week slip by and I forgot to call you earlier. There’s just been a lot going on—”

“Eddie, it’s 2 in the morning. You thought now was a good time to call?” You sigh

“I know, I know, I’m really sorry. A lot has been going on, I’m sorry.”

“It seems like you can’t answer the phone when you tell me when to call but now is a good time for you. Whatever it is, I am sure it can wait.” You grumble, “Eddie, I’m tired and I don’t want to deal with this, I’ve got errands to run in the morning. Call me at a reasonable hour?” 

“Wait, baby, let me just tell you—” The line goes dead. Eddie hangs up the phone. He wouldn’t be able to call you back. You never seemed to be around to answer his calls. And his uncle claimed to not see you around either. You had drifted too far apart for him to even talk to you.

Years had passed and Eddie was on the up and up with his band Corroded Coffin. They were on the cover of Rolling Stones, reached the top 100 of Billboard, and accumulated millions through album sales and concert ticket sales. 

Being the frontman of the group came with its perks as well. He was everyone’s favorite and had a tendency to be abrasive. Chicks on his arm every night, signing boobs, and just being all around vulgar. And even as the group got older they were still the same. However, as things start to slow down for their music careers, Eddie is going to get some terrible news.

He wakes up in a plush bed tangled in sheets and limbs, he slips out of bed and heads downstairs for some breakfast. When he reaches the bottom step he sees his manager and the rest of the band sitting in his living room with sullen faces. “Jesus, who crapped in your guys’ captain crunch.”

“Eddie,” His manager, Bobby, sighs.

He laughs at his own joke not hearing his manager speak before heading into the kitchen to get something to eat. “Well, since you guys are here, we should talk about the next album, sounds good?”

“Eddie.” He says again.

“Look, I know what you’re going to say. We should be keeping up appearances for right now but I was kinda hoping for a rebrand of some sort, like a new paint job or—”

“Eddie!” Bobby shouts. Eddie stops in his tracks, “Just stop for a minute okay. We need to talk.”

“About what?” He scoffs, “Why do you all look like someone died?”

“Because,” Bobby sighs again, “Your ex-wife, Eddie, she passed away.”

Eddie’s heart sinks into his stomach and his ears begin to burn red hot. He couldn’t be hearing that right. You were dead. Gone. No longer living, existing anymore? He swallows hard and blinks a few times, “What… uh… what happened? What happened to her?”

“Cervical cancer.” Bobby looks to the floor. “It was unexpected, her lawyer contacted me and it appeared unexpectedly….”

He can’t hear anymore. He recalls the last time he saw you, in the courthouse for your divorce. You both sat in silence as you negotiated with each other the circumstances, alimony and the like. You didn’t want any of his new money, you just wanted the marriage to be nullified.

He sits on a stool and lets out a shaky breath. “Eddie? Eddie? Did you hear me?”

“Huh?” His face had gone pale, “What… what’d you say?”

“You should take some time, go back home, and go to the burial.” Bobby says. “I know your head is probably swimming right now so we’re going to go but please Eddie, don’t stay here in darkness, okay?”

Each of his bandmates give him a pat on the shoulder and a hug for comfort before taking their leave. Eddie throws out the people in his bed and he slowly begins to pack. With a shaky hand he dials his uncle’s number. He holds his breath as he waits for an answer. He felt ashamed that this was the only time that he had actively sought out for his uncle. Now that you are dead.

“Hello?” He hears the familiar grovel of Wayne’s voice on the line.

“Hey, Wayne. It’s been, it’s been a long time huh?” Eddie hears the quiver in his own voice.

There’s silence on the other end, “So you heard.”

“Y-yeah,” He clears his throat, “I’m packing now to come home. I know, its fucked up of me but I just I need to.”

“I understand, son. I’ll be waiting for ya.” He says.

And with that, the call ends and Eddie sits in silence as he prepares himself to go back home. The musician gets a red eye flight to Indianapolis where he would take a greyhound all the way to his uncle’s house.

Eddie felt his heart sink as he got closer and closer to his destination. He hadn’t visited home since leaving it all behind. The divorce was the last time he set foot in Hawkins. Packing his stuff in a moving van and never seeing you again. His heart twangs as he thinks about it.

Soon he arrives at his uncle’s hand and sees the man waiting outside for him. “Eddie,” He stands up as Eddie approaches. They hug in a familiar embrace, then Wayne packs her back. “You look good.”

Eddie lets out a soft chuckle, “Heh, not like you don’t see me on the tv all the time.”

“Mmh, good to see you in person.” He holds the younger man’s face in his hands. His eyes were saddened. “Eddie, I’ve got to tell you something important.” He holds Eddie’s shoulder as he walks they walk into the house.

Instantly, Eddie is hit with a sudden warmth from the house. It felt lived in. He walks further into the house when he notices several frames in the living room. “Eddie, listen, a lot has happened since you’ve been gone. And she really didn’t want to say anything about it because…” Wayne watches as Eddie steps closer to the frames. He has trouble forming the words as Eddie looks at the pictures on the wall.

Eddie stares intensely at the images. There was you smiling with a black and white ultrasound photo in your hand. Next to that was a picture of you and Wayne, he had his hand on your stomach and you had little pink booties in yours. It’s a girl was spelled on a banner above your heads. 

Eddie’s ears grew hot as he continued to look at the photos. There was a picture of you in the hospital holding a baby in your arms, tears in your eyes. Then a first birthday, then a second, third and so on. This little girl is at the center of them all. She had a beautiful smile like her mom and large brown eyes. Eyes that stared back at him everytime he looked in the mirror.

“She didn’t want to tell you any of this. She thought it was for the best that you didn’t know her.”

Eddie’s lip quivers, his mouth is dry as he stares in disbelief. Just as he is about to speak he hears footsteps traveling down the stairs, “Grandpa have you seen mom’s…” Eddie turns around and sees a young girl standing on the steps. A spitting image of her mother except those eyes, the pools of primordial darkness that stared back at him.

“Are you… Are you my dad?”