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sweetprfct · 2 months

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Strawberry Frosting

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Waking up from your nap, you found your husband Joe and your daughter, Rosie baking sugar cookies.

Author's Note: Okay, thanks a lot @ceriseheaven for talking about more girldad!Joe . I'm gonna be making more after this. Forgive me I'm still learning how to write fics with kids in it since it's not really my cup of tea most of the time. I hope you enjoy!

Wordcount: 1.9K

The sound of the mixer whirring in the late afternoon was what woke you up from your nap. You had decided to leave your little girl with your loving husband as you took a nap and relaxed for a while. You have spent your Saturday morning cleaning around the house and catching up on chores that you kept putting off during the week. Now, your back was hurting, you had a throbbing headache, and you needed some peace and quiet even just for an hour.

Waking up at 4pm and seeing your husband covered in strawberry frosting was the last thing you expected to see. Getting up from your bed and making your way down the stairs, you paused in your tracks when you heard laughter and giggles echoing from the kitchen. You leaned against the doorframe and watched Joe turn the mixer on.

The kitchen counters were covered in flour, drops of different liquid ingredients and dirty bowls and spoons. Your 3 year old daughter, Rosie, was sitting on the counter top, watching her father try his best to bake her some sugar cookies. It was moments like these that made you want this world to stop and just watch this moment over and over again.

Rosie had always been a daddy’s girl, and you couldn't honestly blame her for being one. Joe loved to spoil her even before she was born. When you were pregnant, Joe would buy just about anything he could find at the store.

“Don’t you think she would love this?” He picked up a stuffed pink bear, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly.

“Joe, didn’t you already get her a teddy bear?”

“Yes, but this one is pink!” Joe argued.

You couldn’t help but chuckle as Joe shrugged and placed the pink bear in the cart. He didn’t care if he already bought her the same one in a different color. If he thought she would love it, he would get it.

The moment Rosie was born, you could instantly see her resemblance to Joe. Her big brown eyes and as she grew older, her hair was curly just like her father’s. He was his mini copy as what you would always say. Joe always had been such a good father. Even with his busy schedule, he refused to miss the big moments with you and Rosie. He would drop everything in an instant for the both of you, and you didn’t even know you could love him even more.

“Mum!” Rosie exclaimed, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You shifted your eyes at Rosie, who was pointing at you, her shirt and face covered in frosting.

“Hey, darling.” Joe smiled. “You’re awake. Are you feeling better?”

“Yes, thank you.” You grinned happily, making your way towards the kitchen counter.

You watched as Rosie reached her arms towards you. You chuckled softly, grabbing the kitchen towel to wipe her face from all the frosting. You have no idea what they have been doing, but they definitely made a mess in the kitchen.

“Oh my goodness!” You laughed softly, taking Rosie in your arms. “I think someone has been eating too much frosting.”

“We made sugar cookies.” Rosie smiled, pointing at the freshly baked cookies on the tray.

“I see that. You and Daddy made it from scratch?”

Rosie nodded her head, her brown curls bouncing. You smiled and shifted your eyes at Joe. He was still playing with the mixer as he tasted the frosting that he was making. He was wearing your floral apron, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of him. He had flour and pink frosting on his beard and cheek. He certainly looked like he had been trying his best to bake cookies for his daughter.

“Do you need help?” You asked, watching Joe sucked the frosting off his finger and made a disapproval expression.

“This is my second batch, and I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.” Joe shook his head, staring at the mixing bowl.

“Let me try.” You walked over to him, placing Rosie on your hip.

You reached over to the bowl and sucked the frosting off your finger before making a face.

“That’s so sweet.” You scrunch your face. “How much sugar did you put in this?”

“It said five cups.”

Your eyes widened, “Five?!”

You walked around Joe and read the recipe in the recipe book and bit your lower lip. You gazed up at Joe and gave him your sympathetic eyes. The poor thing must be that tired because he read the instructions wrong.

“No, it’s five tablespoons of milk.” You said. “It’s three cups of powdered sugar.”

You heard Rosie giggle as Joe knitted his brows and leaned in towards you. He blinked a few times before slapping a palm on his forehead.

“Ohmygod, my eyesight is that bad now? I thought it said five cups!”

You laughed softly, caressing his back softly. You and Joe turned when you both heard Rosie laughed softly. Immediately, Joe raised a brow at her, his fingers poking her small tummy.

“That’s funny to you, yea?” Joe teased, tickling her on her side as Rosie kicked her feet and laughed harder.

You laughed, holding on to Rosie in your arms as she continued to squirm, while Joe continued to tickle her.

“That’s funny, yea?” Joe asked. “You won’t have any cookies if you keep laughing at me.”

Rosie immediately went dead silent as she pouted and reached her arms towards Joe. Taking her up in his arms, Joe swung her around in the air, making her laugh before nuzzling his frosting covered face on hers. He left repeated kisses all over her face as Rosie laughed, kicking her feet in happiness. You couldn’t help but watch them together. They were so adorable like this, and you honestly didn’t even want to ruin the moment at all.

Joe placed Rosie back on the kitchen counter as he wiped off the frosting that got stuck on her face from him. You grabbed the mixing bowl and dumped the bad frosting in the bin before washing it.

“Darling, I got it.” Joe murmured, hugging you from behind and kissing your cheek softly.

“Are you sure?” You raised a brow at him.

“Yes.” Joe smirked. “I know what to do now.”

Letting out a soft hum, you grabbed a clean kitchen towel to wipe off the excess water inside the mixing bowl before handing it back to him. You never tried to get in the way when it came to their daddy-daughter time. Leaning on the kitchen island, you watched as Joe read the instructions—carefully this time— and asked Rosie to hand him the ingredients.

Together, they would measure the ingredients and dump it in the bowl before Joe would turn the mixer on. Sitting on the counter top, Rosie swung her legs excitedly, while Joe washed his hands and carried Rosie in his arms.

“Strawberry frosting.” Rosie murmured, pointing at the perfect frosting that Joe had finally made.

“Let’s try it, yea?” Joe leaned Rosie forward in his arms as she dipped her finger on the frosting and smiled happily.

“Good?” Joe asked, smiling at his daughter.

“Good!” Rosie gave him a thumbs up before turning her head towards you. “Mum, try it!”

You grinned at them and walked around the counter. You stared at the bowl before dipping your finger on the frosting and tasted it. You could see Joe was waiting for your reaction, his eyes pleading that it had turned out better than the last two batches he had made.

“How is it?” He asked.

“Perfect.” You smiled.

Joe pumped his fist into the air before giving Rosie a high five and placed her back on the counter again. You laughed softly, watching Joe grab the tray of cookies and place it on the plate next to Rosie.

“Okay, darling.” Joe said. “Let’s decorate these cookies.”

As Joe grabbed a piping bag, he shoved some frosting in it before handing it to Rosie. You stood to the side and enjoyed the scene that was in front of you. You leaned forward against the counter, your chin on the palm of your hand as you watched them both. Joe helped Rosie decorate the cookies, making more mess in the kitchen as they laughed together. You could see the tiredness in Joe’s eyes, but you knew he refused to go get some rest until he was able to finish these cookies with Rosie.

Joe had been promising Rosie all week that he would bake with her, but he had been super busy with filming, and he was glad that he had found time to spend time with her on this beautiful Saturday afternoon. However, Joe was filming late at night so he didn’t come home until this morning.

“Wow!” Joe exclaimed, clapping his hands. “That looks so beautiful, darling.”

You tilted your head as you watched Rosie add a mountain of pink glittery sprinkles on the cookie. You couldn’t help but chuckle softly as you walked over towards them.

“Let me see.” You said, looking at the tray of sugar cookies with pink frosting and glittery sprinkles.

“That looks so beautiful.” You smiled at Rosie, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

Rosie picked up one of the cookies from the tray and reached it over for you to take a bite out of it. You let out a soft approving hum, chewing on the cookie and nodding your head.

“Delicious.” You grinned, brushing her soft brown curls. “You and Daddy are such good bakers.”

“Yay!!” Rosie clapped her hands as you and Joe both laughed.

You started picking up the dirty dishes and placed them on the sink and started washing them before you felt Joe’s strong arms wrapped around your waist. He hugged you from behind, setting his chin on your shoulder, grinning happily.

“I can handle that, love.” He whispered, kissing your cheek.

“Hmm…” You turned around as he yawned softly.

You picked up a clean dish towel and wiped the frosting off his face. “You and Rosie get some rest, and I’ll finish up around here.”

“No, it’s my mess. Let me clean it up.” Joe argued.

“No, no. You both go to the living room and relax. I can handle it.” You gave him a reassuring smile.

“Okay, thank you.” Joe smiled, kissing you softly on the lips.

“Just make sure to change her into a fresh shirt, please.”

“Will do!” Joe called out as he carried Rosie in his arms and walked out of the kitchen.

You couldn’t even feel frustrated or mad about all of this. Even if you had just deep cleaned the kitchen this morning, you were too caught up admiring the sight of them earlier. You couldn’t help but smile, thinking about how much Joe loves the both of you. How much he’d do anything for Rosie even if he was exhausted.

Putting away the clean dishes back on the cupboard and wiping the kitchen counters, you placed a few cookies on a plate and made your way towards the living room. You could hear the movie Tangled playing on the television and the next thing your eyes caught made your heart swell even more.

Joe was laying on the sofa with Rosie on top of his chest. Rosie’s soft curls were sprawled on Joe’s arm, her tiny arms wrapped around his neck. Joe’s one arm was underneath his head and his other one wrapped around Rosie’s body. His chest was rising and falling steadily as they both slept peacefully.

You couldn’t help but just stand there and watch them for a moment.

You certainly love this little family of yours.

The End.

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moonswolfie · 3 months

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Kenma, suna, and tsukishima with a gf that loves to baby them? Like she loves dressing them up, dotes on them, and acts liek their parent sometimes? Thanx!

HELLO THERE EVERYONE

i return with a request and a new theme 😏 thank u so much for requesting🩵 i know i just changed my theme but i'm already making pinterest boards for new themes ITS JUST SO FUN!

in case you couldn't tell the reader is fem!

ALSO SUMMER HOLIDAYS!?!??! Its nice to finally be free...

𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ Tsukishima Kei

"I'm worried about you, you know." you placed your head in your hands, leaning your elbows on the table. "Really, it should be the other way around. You don't know this even though it should be basic knowledge." Tsukishima sighed, ready to go over the biology lesson with you for the hundreth time already.

"Do you get enough sleep? Your eyebags are looking a little big lately. Do you eat enough? You look stressed. You always tell me you're fine, but-"

"I'm fine." Tsukishima brushed you off, looking back at the notebook.

"What are you pouting like a toddler for?" when he looked back up at you, he was seriously baffled by the similarity of your face to a little kid who got refused to eat candy. Though, maybe, just maybe, he finds it kind of cute. Maybe.

"We're done studying." you got up from the dining table, placing your hands on your hips. "You do realise I'm only doing this because you asked, right? And you're the one still struggling with this subject, last time I checked." he furrowed his brows slightly.

"I won't be able to study in peace until I see you sleeping peacefully in bed after a good meal. We can start with the sleep and I'll cook something later!" you were determined to take care of him now. Sometimes your boyfriend's aloof attitude towards his well being and towards everything in general makes you worry. Whenever he replies with a simple "I'm fine" you must dote on him for a bit. That's the rule.

It looked like he was weighing his choices for a brief moment before sighing and saying "Fine, just don't come crying when you fail this test tommorow."

"Yaaaay, I'll be up in your room, ready to tuck you in!" you pecked his lips, spun around on your heels and ran upstairs to his room.

Tsukishima sighed, closing his notebook. When he looked to the doorway, his mom was standing there and smiling at him. He immediately tensed up, worrying about just how much of your conversation she heard.

"You know, your girlfriend would make a good mom. I'm just saying." Tsukishima's mom smiled at her son cheekily. He hid his face, not moving for a good thirty seconds before practically sprinting to his room.

He never did tell you why he looked so red upon arriving in his room.

𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ Suna Rintaro

"Is all of this really neccessary?" Suna raised one of his perfect brows when you placed another shirt in his arms. You took him out for a shopping trip today. Your shopping trips always end with him walking out the mall with a whole new closet instead of the other way around.

He always insists that he doesn't need new clothes or much of anything, but you always end up convincing him into a mall trip. You spoil him rotten, to be honest. Not that he minds.

"Yeah, how else am I going to keep you well-dressed?" you urged him to the dressing room just so you can clap excitedly at every outfit he puts on and models for you. He already looks like one, so why not take advantage of that, right?

"Okay, whatever you say, babe." Suna rolled his eyes playfully and walked into the changing room. You were squealing excitedly at each outfit he appeared in from behind the curtain like a crazy fangirl.

He didn't seem too enthusiastic about some of the outfits which made you sad but for the most part, you had loads of fun. He was taking a while with the last outfit, though. And you were probably overreacting, but you got worried.

You just can't help but worry for your boyfriend sometimes, even if it is unwarranted. It's kind of your thing. One time he accidentally cut his finger and you spent every moment together with him pressing get better kisses on it. You made sure he changed the bandaid every day, too. You were comically worried about him being able to attend volleyball practice. And that's just one of the examples.

So you pulled back the curtain.

"A little privacy, please?" Your boyfriend was standing in the changing room in all of his shirtless glory. You never really thought about it until now, but Suna is fit. You suppose it makes sense, considering he plays volleyball, but still. He was smiling at you cheekily, probably amused by how dumbfounded you look right now.

"I... um, it's... I was just worried about you! And put your shirt back on, you'll catch a cold!" You don't think you've ever closed a curtain as fast before.

You could hear Suna laugh to himself behind the curtain. "Sure, sure, mom. But I think you were just trying to be a little sneaky."

Well, you still ended up spoiling your boyfriend with new clothes that day, but you ended up with an accidental gift of your own, too. Maybe being a worrywart isn't that bad sometimes.

𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ Kozume Kenma

"Um, I can eat on my own..." Kenma gently pushed away your hand, which was holding food to his mouth.

"Oh, we both know you wouldn't eat at all if I didn't hand feed you. You seriously need to lay off the videogames sometimes." You playfully rolled your eyes, putting the piece of food back to his mouth. He sighed with exasperation and begrudgingly ate the piece of food.

"And besides, you know how much I love spoiling you. I can't resist when you're just... too cute." you pulled on his cheek like an overly excited grandma.

The thing about Kenma is, he hates that he likes being babied by you. When his mom used to do it, he found it overbearing and annoying, but when you hand feed him, it kind of feels comforting. Then again though, he can't focus on the videogame because of that. So that's why he hates it.

"I could go without the... ugh." Kenma was just about to beat the level, but you placing another piece of food in front of his face distracted him for just a moment, which made him get a game over.

"Oh..." you stared at the game over screen, suddenly feeling bad for being a distraction. You just can't help but want to baby him whenever you're with him. He doesn't exactly make it hard for you with the way he blushes and gets all embarrased every single time.

"Well then, I was just thinking you played enough videogames today. I propose we do something else." you pulled on Kenma's arm and he protested by giving you one of his iconic scowls.

"You'll get wrinkles if you frown too much." you reminded him with a gentle smile. He mumbled something you couldn't quite catch under his breath and reached for the controller.

"Oh no. No you don't." you tackled Kenma before he could do anything else. You know, if he wasn't so damn flustered right now, he would have been seriously mad. But when you smile at him like that, it's like his anger decides to get up and leave.

"Would you... umm, mind getting off me?" he was worried that he might overheat like his dad's poor laptop which he forced to run videogames far beyond its capabilities. Now he feels bad for that old thing.

"Only if you promise that we go for a little walk outside." he grumbled at first but ended up agreeing after you gave him a little kiss on the cheek as encouragement.

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lovexjoe · 2 months

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In Love With A Stripper Part 3

warning: drugs, violence, language

The hurt and confusion that took over her. Why is this necklace here!? Why! She felt so fucking stupid, the fact that she was actually starting to feel something again. She closes the duffel bag and throws it aside. She was not even going to touch that money. She doesn’t need his help. She doesn’t need him. He is dead to her. She only knew him for a fucking DAY! Be fucking real with yourself Xiomara.

The weekend went by rather quickly. She spent some of the money on Ricky to take him out and buy him some new toys. Spoiling her kid doesn’t count if he deserves every last bit of it. He’s been playing with the same toys that she was gifted from her baby shower which wasn’t much. Now those old toys are in a bag to be given to a shelter along with a couple new ones she purchased.

The money was convenient as much as she didn’t want to use it, she really needed it. She looked at herself in the mirror one last time as she gets herself ready for her day job. Andres mom: Grace was already at her doorstep, ready to watch Ricky when her smile immediately fades away when she sees the necklace.

“Mi amor donde encontraste esto?!” (My love, where did you find this?) She looks at the necklace then up at her.

“I-I found it in some of his old things” she tried her best to sound convincing.

“Xiomara…por favor ten cuidado.” (Please be careful) She cups her face with tears brimming her eyes. Xiomara has become a daughter to her, she may not express it much but it would break her heart if she lost her to her son’s wrong doings. She simply nods her head, holding back her own tears.

She kisses Ricky goodbye and they did their handshake. Two slaps on the back of the hand then a fist bump. She gave Grace a big hug and let her know that everything will be okay. The weather was a bit breezy today so the walk to the school wasn’t as brutal as it normally was. She drops the box of toys off to the shelter on the way; the front desk lady thanking her as the kids there really did not have anything. Making a note to herself to bring some more when she could.

As she got closer to the school, she felt like someone was watching her. She starts to hurry her steps, her heart started to beat quickly. Was it the necklace? Before she could even react, someone grabs her into the alley way, covering her mouth. The familiar scent causing her not to scream, but she couldn’t help the tears that were falling.

“Why are you crying? Miss me that much?” He wipes her tears but Xiomara pushes him away.

“Stay away from me!” She tries to walk away but he pulls her back, pushing her against the alleyway wall. Xiomara wanted nothing more than to feel his lips but she couldn’t process the betrayal.

“Talk to me…what’s wrong?” This wasn’t what he wanted. He’d do anything to turn everything back the way it was. Her pouty face still looked so fucking beautiful. She was on his mind this entire weekend. Her scent still in his sheets. God he wanted more than anything to make her his that night, but he refused to rush it. She pulls out the cross necklace and he froze.

“Why the fuck was this inside the duffle bag?! Did you kill him?!” He looked hurt that she would just assume he killed him. Is he that much of a monster to her? How could he even explain that this pains him just as much as it pains her? He didn’t realize she was the girl Andres talked about until last night. He hasn’t gotten over his death. He watched it happen.

“No, I didn’t kill him….just let me explain later. I promise to tell you everything.” She looks at him not knowing to agree or not. He could be lying. What if he kills her to hide his tracks? The look in his eyes says otherwise.

“No….just just leave me alone. I don’t ever want to see you again!” She storms off and he lets her because regardless of how she wants it to go they were going to talk.

Xiomara didn’t give a fuck what he had to say. There was nothing that could change the outcome. She may have questions but her gut already gave her the answers. Armando knew he was gonna get her to talk to him, so whatever she had to say right now didn’t matter. Xiomara went about her day, staying at the school past sundown because she needed to catch up on grading the kids papers. Who knew 1st grade had so much work? She gave Grace a call and let her know that there’s money in an envelope for her and that she’ll probably be out the rest of the night. The walk from here to the strip club isn’t horrendous plus she had clothes in her locker to change into. Throughout the day her mind kept flicking back and forth about whether she was being too stubborn about listening to Armando. Shaking her head, she pushes the thought away and starts to put her papers away. He’s not a good person no matter how sweet he was. The school was quite eerie with no kids and the darkness that engulfed the night. All she could hear was her steps and breathing.

She started to feel uneasy, as if she was being watched again. She clung onto the cross necklace hoping his presence was still here to protect her. As she left the school grounds and kept walking the roads were more empty than usual. Her anxiety started to kick in. A black car pulls up next to her , she pauses for a moment than proceeds to run. Not knowing if she could take anymore, her steps start to slow down but another black car pulls in front of her. Men filed out in black mask, she can’t even fight anymore.

She was grabbed against her will and her mouth was covered with a white cloth that was submerged in a substance. Her body instant gave out and her vision went black. Hearing a few mumbles before she was out cold. Her mind was in and out of sleep. She was placed in someone’s arms. The scent giving her comfort so she held it close, snuggling her head into whatever it was.

“It’ll wear off in 15 mins. She’s not hurt but goddamn she’s a runner.” A deep voice spoke to receive a chuckle.

“Yeah…that’s my girl.” Xio felt something soft touch her forehead and she was out again trying her hardest to wake but sleep over took her body.

She woke up with a horrendous headache, groaning as she opens her eyes taking in the scenery. She was in a decent sized warehouse that clearly someone was living out of. She forces herself to get up, but is unable to. The drugs clearly still in her system. She looks around and notices the little picture frames of Polaroids around and she realizes this was Armando because the background was a prison.

She couldn’t imagine what his childhood was like or how he even recovers.

“Good morning mami.” He teases coming into her view with a pill and water. She got fanny flutters from the way he said mami even though she was livid.

“Kidnapping me cause I don’t want to speak to you is actually insane! You do know I have to work tonight ?!” Armando rolls his eyes at the thought of her on a pole again. It wasn’t happening.

“You’re not stepping foot in that club again Xio.” He says sternly then motions for her to take the pill and water.

“I just got drugged and you want to take a pill?! Go fuck yourself!” He just stands there with his jaw clenched waiting for her to take the pill. In reality he can stand there all night he was just as stubborn as she was.

“If you try any funny shit I will shove my heel into your neck.” She snatches the pill and water. He bites his lip trying to contain a laugh. He knew this wasn’t a laughing matter but she’s making it hard by putting on this tough front. The warehouse was his hideout away from home. It was decorated with a bed and a couch and random art pieces that he found along the way.

“Xio….just hear me out fully okay? Andres was working with me before you guys left the states and came here. He was a close friend of mine, w-we were basically brothers. Never asked each other too much information, we knew the basics and that’s it. Andres was undercover the entire time….” He pauses knowing the rest of the story is going to break his heart all over again.

“They found out that he was undercover, I tried to save him Xio I really tried” He starts to tear up.

“They made me watch them kill him….” The flashbacks coming back to him as he watched one of the cartels put a bullet through his head. Xiomara couldn’t believe what she heard and felt a bit guilty for thinking he did it. Armando at any point could have done it himself but even with Andres being undercover he wanted to save him.

“I-I’m sorry Xio. I kept the necklace cause it’s all I had left of his.” He wipes his eyes, sniffing as he allowed himself to cry enough. Andres is already gone there is nothing else they can do. He held her close and they both stayed like this for a few just comforting each other. She realizes she had to get going. She pulls back from him as she goes to grab her purse. He pulls her in close, wanting nothing more than to feel their lips touch. She can’t explain it, but he lights a fire inside her she didn’t know existed.

“Armando I have to go to work-“

“Shhh you’re not working there anymore. Whatever you want or need I will provide for you” His lips starts to kiss on her jawline and she felt so weak.

“P-please I need you….Armando I want you!” Xiomara begs as he starts to suck on her neck. That’s all he needed to hear because now he wasn’t gonna hold back.

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archangeldyke-all · 8 months

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I feel like if Vika had a baby she wouldn’t baby talk and have full on conversations with them. Like she’ll tell the baby how whiskey prices went up and how “fucking stupid” it is, or she’ll talk about some new kid at her job and how “the fucker” can’t do anything right LMAO

sugar u r the smartest person i know

men and minors dni

you and everyone who meets the baby talk to her like anybody talks to a baby, cooing and exaggerating and using an exaggerated baby voice.

your typical conversations with your kid for the first year of her life go something like 'awe, do you have a poopy? sweet baby made a big poopy.' or 'can you say: mama? mmmma mmmma?'

sevika, however, talks to your kid like she's an old friend.

you'll catch her feeding your daughter baby food, scooping up the goop that falls down onto her chin as she chats. "fuckin' silco was gettin' on my last nerve today. would you be pissed if we revoked his 'godfather' status? i know he spoils you, but i think we could find a suitable replacement, someone who doesn't have their head stuck up their ass. he thinks he runs the fuckin' place, he forgets we're co-owners. co. that means both. you're so lucky you don't have to work, you know that? you've got it made, kid, shit, you don't even have to feed yourself."

or, after you've had a long day at home with the little fucker, who's been screaming her head off and refusing to latch onto your tits to drink, you overhear sevika talking to her as she gently dances her around the living room. "you gotta give your mom a break, kid. i know you're probably sicka breast milk, but it's important you drink it, it's got all kindsa good shit in it that'll make you strong. like this, see?" she asks as she flexes the arm not holding your daughter. "keep drinkin' your milk and you'll be as strong as me in no time. well, you'll have to have a pretty strict workout regiment too, it's not all genetic. though, don't tell your mom, but i'm glad you've got my build-- she's a little wimp. you're strong like me. she hates it 'cause you came out so big 'n tore her pussy apart comin' out but i think it's great. you'll be a great athlete once you figure out the whole walkin' thing..."

or at bathtime, while she's got your baby in the sink, gently shampooing the two or three hairs on her head, you're guaranteed to find her catching your daughter up on the latest drama on the soap opera she swears she doesn't watch. "i know, it's fuckin' crazy! but, then, get this, molly, the homewrecker from season three? she shows up pregnant, swearing it's travis' kid! mind you, this is all at a funeral-- at shepard's funeral!" your daughter coos. "oh, shepard's the one who came out gay in season four but then decided to marry miriam in season five, because she needed her greencard." your daughter coos again, and sevika takes this as understanding. "right, you remember. anyways this pregnant bitch molly comes marching in while we're all crying because shep's dead, and she's like 'everybody look at me and my big fat belly!' turns out? she's stuffing her stomach with blankets..."

the funniest thing is that your daughter seems to understand it all, blinking up at sevika with big, interested eyes, absorbing her every word, cooing when she's silent, like she's responding to sevika's commentary.

after a while, it starts to rub off on you, and pretty soon, both you and sevika are talking to your little girl like she's an adult.

it's all fun and games until she starts talking, and her first words are 'fuck' and 'mama' and 'dickhead' and 'milk'

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terabyteturtle · 7 months

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BABY .....!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ❤️❤️❤️♡⁠(⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)⁠♡

Thank you for being here🥺✨✨❤️

If you don't mind,may i've a headcannon for jin kazama,Lee chaolan,Lars , and Lei wulon ( If you don't know him, then it's okay to just ignore him 😄) With the daughter reader 's who has a cheerful, friendly, kind attitude. However, for Jin Kazama the daughter reader's, has a devil gene mark on her stomach.

How do they handle the attitude of their daughter who is very active and can't stay still and always goes wherever she wants.Btw, their wives are Fem readers, can you make them separately, I begging you 😭😭😭😭🙏

Here you go! Hope you enjoy them!

Jin Kazama

- Jin will protect you with his life. There's no question about that.

- He tries to keep up with how lively and energetic you are, but sometimes it's difficult for him. He's the type of person who needs to stop and chill every so often.

- Because of your tendency to travel and wander off, he gets extremely worried about you. One minute, you're right in front of him, then the next minute, you're gone. If you tell him beforehand, it's fine, but just leaving without saying a word gives him a mini heart attack.

- If he finds you, he'll scold you for leaving his sight and scaring him like that. Afterward, he'll feel bad for having been so hard on you and will try to make it up to you the best he can.

- He might come off harsh sometimes, but he really does mean well. After everything he's gone through, he's just afraid of losing you, and he hopes you can understand that. The last thing Jin would ever want is for his daughter to look at him like he's a callous monster.

- Jin greatly admires your ability to look on the bright side. It reminds him a lot of his mother and how she had always been able to see the best in everything. You are like the sunshine to his cloudy day; he wishes he could preserve that light and keep it safe from the dangers of the world.

- You, Xiaoyu, and Panda are three peas in a pod. If Jin is feeling particularly tired, he'll enlist Xiaoyu and Panda's help with keeping you occupied. Hwoarang will often come to visit too, whether he's wanted there or not.

- Hwoarang has tried to teach you numerous Korean swear words, but Jin always steps in before he can successfully do so. He refuses to let anything spoil your innocence.

- The first time you started asking questions about your stomach marking left him completely torn. He didn't know what to say. He didn't want to lie to you, but at the same time, he didn't want to scare you. What made it even worse was the look on your face---your mouth in a small frown, your brows furrowing with concern, your innocent eyes gazing up at him, expecting answers that, at that moment, he felt he couldn't provide. On the outside, he calmly told you that he would tell you everything when you were older, which was a suitable answer for you. On the inside, however, Jin was heartbroken. He hated the thought that his beloved daughter would have to experience a torment similar to what he had faced. But this made him all the more determined to give you the guidance that no one could ever give to him.

- When you get older, Jin will explain everything to you. He reassures you that he'll try his best to teach you how to control the Devil Gene, and he'll stand by your side every step of the way. Jin understands that this will be a daunting task, so he promises himself that he'll try to be as easy on you as possible.

- He'll teach you Kazama-Style Martial Arts as a way to expel some energy. If the weather allows, lessons and sparring sessions will be held outside. Sometimes Xiaoyu and Hwoarang tag along with you and volunteer to be your training partners.

- On nice days, he'll take you outside for lunch. The two of you will find a shady spot to sit somewhere and admire the nature as you eat, just like he used to do with Jun as a kid.

Lee Chaolan

- Lee will spoil you to the max. If you want a puppy for your birthday, just say the word and he will get you that puppy. This man does not care how much money he has to spend; he wants to indulge you and make you as happy as possible.

- On special occasions, he always gives you a rose---a thornless one, so you won't get pricked when handling it.

- He loves calling you his little rose.

- Lee loves taking you with him to work. Seeing your eyes light up with delight whenever you spot a cool invention always brings a smile to his face. Whenever you set foot into Violet Systems, your curiosity knows no bounds. You're always going around, asking tons of questions and coming up with crazy ideas for new products.

- In no time, you win over the hearts of Lee's subordinates. Your enthusiasm for their work gives them motivation and reminds them why they wanted to do this job in the first place.

- He loves holding your hand wherever you two go. Feeling your tiny hand enclosed in his big one reminds him that you're safe and right by his side. He'll always want to hold your hand and secretly hopes that, when you're older, you'll still want to hold his.

- Lee doesn't mind that you have so much energy. Being an eccentric guy himself, he can keep up with you for hours. If you want to play hide-and-seek or tag, he's more than happy to play with you. Since you guys live in a mansion, you have plenty of space to play and run around in, which makes it even more fun.

- Growing up with Heihachi for a father, Lee would always get reprimanded for the smallest of things. Naturally, he wants his kid to have a better childhood than he did, so he's very lenient with certain things. If you accidentally break something, for example, he just laughs it off and reassures you by saying he can just buy another one.

- Weekends are always jam-packed with plans. You two try all sorts of things together; whether it's going on a hike or learning how to make sushi, you're always willing to try new things. Usually, you're the one who comes up with the ideas, and Lee just goes along for the ride.

- During your younger years, he refuses to tell you anything about your uncle or your grandfather. He always tells you to wait until you're older. Then, when you actually do get older, he'll dodge the question for as long as he can before finally sitting down to talk to you about it. It's just a topic he really hates; he wants to move past his past and look ahead to the future. He's proud of the life he's built for himself and for you, and that's what he wants to focus on.

- Because of him, you constantly say "Excellent!" or "Marvelous!" He's very proud of himself for having passed on his catch phrases to you.

- If you just randomly disappear, he'll keep his cool while he looks for you. Lee knows all of your favorite spots to wander, both at work and at home, so he'll search those first. If he doesn't find you, that's when he starts to get worried. Once he finds you again, he'll chuckle a little before letting out a sigh of relief and telling you not to go anywhere without saying something.

Lars Alexandersson

- Considering how busy he is, it's very difficult for Lars to keep track of you at all times. To solve this problem, he'll give you a phone with a tracking device installed. It comes in handy whenever you suddenly decide to go off on your own.

- It's not often that there isn't someone watching you, but if you do manage to disappear somehow, Lars will get extremely worried. Even though he can track you, he still gets nervous that he'll find you somewhere dangerous.

- When he finds you, he gives you a big hug and reminds you not to wander off without telling anyone beforehand.

- Alisa is your main babysitter and playmate when Lars isn't around. She lets you style her hair, she'll play dress-up with you, and she'll even give you flying piggyback rides.

- Yggdrasil HQ is where you spend most of your time, so unfortunately there aren't many kids your age you can hang out with. To help entertain you a little more, Lars has a big supply of toys and things for you to fidget with. He knows you have a lot of energy, so he tries his best to supply you with things that will help you expel some of it.

- He'll often give you something to play around with when he can't be with you. He feels as though if he gives you something to occupy yourself with, then you're less likely to go wandering around in places you shouldn't be.

- Alisa does a better job of keeping up with you than he does (which makes sense considering she's a robot), but he tries his best for you. He can run really fast, so it's fun whenever he can find the time to chase you around the headquarters.

- Lars loves watching TV with you. He adores it whenever your eyes light up when you see your favorite characters on screen.

- He's always wary of you around strangers. Because of how friendly you are, he worries that someone will take your trust and use it to mistreat you.

- Lars will definitely teach you how to defend yourself as you get older. Jin, Lee, Alisa, and himself always rotate as your training partner. Due to your high energy and determination, you can spar them for hours.

- Lars is a strong leader and will teach you a lot of important life lessons. He always wants to steer you in the right direction, and ultimately, he just wants the best for you.

- Lars understands that he's a busy man, and the last thing he wants is for you to think that he doesn't care just because he has to attend to certain things. He knows that life isn't ideal right now, especially with the war going on, but he tries to make it up to you the best he can. At the end of the day, he just wants you to know that he loves you more than life itself.

Lei Wulong

- You and him are two happy-go-lucky peas in a pod.

- He always feels horrible when he has to go to work and can't spend time with you.

- Whenever he's working a new case, you don't really get to see him often. But no matter what, you always greet him with a big smile and a hug when he gets back. He's forever grateful for that; he secretly worries that someday your cheerfulness will disappear and you'll begin to resent him.

- That being said, when he is home, he tries to make up for it the best he can by letting you do whatever you want. If you want to go somewhere with him, just say the word and he'll go with you.

- Like Lee, he will also hold your hand wherever you go. Even when you get older, he'll insist on doing it. No matter what, you'll always be his little girl.

- He doesn't care what he has to do; he'll keep up with your energy the best he can. If he's having a good day and he's well-rested, he can do that on his own. If he's just fresh out of work and dead tired, all he needs is a coffee and he'll be all set.

- He always makes you laugh and lives for your adorable smile.

- You two always look on the bright side of life, never letting negativity get in the way of whatever you do. If you drop your ice cream, it's okay; you guys can just get another one. If you're having a picnic outside and it starts to rain, it's okay; you guys just pack up the food and start playing in the puddles.

- Daddy-Daughter Donut Days are a must. They usually happen whenever he's finished with a case and given time off. Those days are celebratory, as it means he can finally spend some time with you without having to worry about work.

- If you disappear without him looking, he will drop everything to go look for you. He'll start feeling horrible for having taken his eyes off you.

- If he has to leave early, he'll leave a letter for you wishing you a wonderful day. Sometimes, he'll doodle little stick-figure versions of you two at the bottom.

- If you give him a drawing, you better believe that masterpiece is going on the fridge.

#tekken #headcanons #jin kazama #jin kazama x reader #lee chaolan #lee chaolan x reader #lars alexandersson #lars alexandersson x reader #lei wulong #lei wulong x reader

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whumpbug · 3 months

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Hi Bug, same anon who asked the horse questions --- first of all, thank you so much for the answers and I'm so glad I was able to inspire you!! I don't think you've talked about this yet but I was curious: What was Gene's mom like? I know she was killed by criminals and that event led to him becoming such an intensely strict deputy, so either she meant a whole lot to him or her death was just that traumatic. --- QUESTIONS - Well, first of all, what's her name? - What lasting affect did she have on Gene when she was alive? Did she teach him anything fundamental about life or morality that he still believes? Did she introduce him to anything that he's still passionate about? - Is there anything specific that Gene does in her memory and if so, when? On the anniversary of her death? Whenever it's her favorite weather? Every other day? Every morning? - Who, specifically, killed her (if you know)? - How old was Gene when she was killed and did he witness it himself? If so, does he remember it?

HI ANON IM SO EXCITED TO SEE YOU IN MY ASK BOX AGAIN!!!!! and once again you come with such amazing questions i am being so spoiled right now.

the short answer is that she meant a whole lot to him AND her death was that traumatic. but who's here for the short answer anyways

long post incoming. as always. I HOPE U ENJOY!

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what's her name?

gene's mother's maiden name was Sylvia Mae LeBlanc.

she was a small, feisty woman from the deep south (louisiana) and you could tell right away from her accent. she was blonde, blue-eyed, and gorgeous. a real southern belle.

she met gene's father (who's name is clint) when she was just 17, and the two hit it off. they got married, and of course, she became sylvia delaney, and soon baby gene was born. the trouble was that sylvia's father did not like clint. clint was a rancher, and her father thought lowly of the profession. he refused to support them finacially. she ran away with clint and they struggled for quite a while, but they were determined. clint truly did love sylvia, but i don't think he was ever going to be ready to be a father. sylvia loved being a mother, but fatherhood scared clint. he never had a great relationship with gene to start, and it only got worse when sylvia died.

looks wise, gene got his bone structure from his father, but everything else is from his mama. he has her eyes, her hair, her mouth, even her nose. he was VERY blonde as a child.

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what lasting affect did she have on gene when she was alive?

oh this is a loaded question and i LOVE it.

when he was little, he spent most of his time with his mom. being a rancher was a busy job, and clint didn't particularly care enough to make an effort to spend time with his kid, so gene and sylvia were very very close.

she taught him a lot about how to conduct himself. she was a southern girl, manners were VERY important to her. she'd be damned if gene didn't address everyone he met as sir or ma'am. she also was a big reader, and taught gene to read and write from just age 3. she read anything under the sun to him, and its part of the reason why he's generally considered very articulate. he still loves reading and it's one of his favorite pastimes.

she was also extremely progressive for her time. she taught him so much about how to respect people as a whole, no matter their race or gender or social class or anything. she just taught him empathy. it was a big help that gene was naturally just a sweet kid.

unfortunately for little gene, clint Did Not like this. he was obsessed with what it meant to "Be A Man" and didn't take kindly to seeing his son do things like carrying the paralyzed lamb to and from the water tin or crying after accidentally stepping on a butterfly. he saw gene as too soft from the get-go, and he made his disdain for it known.

it was a recurring argument for sylvia and clint.

still, sylvia wouldn't back down. when gene would sob after getting yelled at by clint or, worse, after being forced to go hunting at the age of 7, sylvia would hold him and rock with him and sing to him until he calmed down and tell him that its okay to cry. being gentle takes strength. the world needs more kindness like yours.

gene thinks about it very often.

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is there anything specific that gene does in her memory and if so, when?

so, for starters, he visits her grave every year on the anniversary of her death. she was buried in louisiana-- she loved her home town and state. so every year, gene takes a train (haha. sorry gene.) down to visit his grandparents and aunts and cousins, but ultimately he leaves the family house to go to the cemetery and spends the day sitting by her grave and just. he just talks to her.

he talks to her like she's right there. he tells her about work, about the town shenanigans, more recently about cassidy (he talks a lot about cassidy. sylvia is looking down at him with an Eyebrow Raise.), really anything that comes to his mind. he sometimes falls asleep, head resting against her headstone, and wakes up to the sun settling below the horizon.

in terms of little practices he does, he makes his coffee a very specific way because of how she used to make it. he wears one of her rings on a chain around his neck. he has her accent, sometimes, when he's not thinking about it. he still has all his southern manners, he is respectful and kind, just like she wanted him to be, but sometimes it's drowned out by his father.

he also kept a bottle of her perfume. it smells of peach and vanilla and orange blossom. he sprays it on his pillow sometimes, when he really really misses her. those nights are always hard on him.

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who, specifically, killed her (if you know)?

see this is where i have entertained different ideas. as of now, its just a random outlaw. just a random train robber that had no personal connection to gene.

however.

i have thought it could be interesting if the man was montana or someone associated with him. the timelines would (maybe) make sense, but i feel like it might also just complicate things too much. IDK. its just a little idea but for now, i'll say it was just an unspecific outlaw.

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how old was gene when she was killed and did he witness it himself? if so, does he remember it?

oh boy.

cw: blood mention. slightly graphic description of death.

gene wishes he didn't remember. he really does.

she was killed on their way to visit louisiana. clint never went with them when they traveled because, again, being a rancher is a demanding profession and sylvia's family didn't take too kindly to him visiting anyways.

gene was 11 at the time. he was sitting in the train car with his mother, head resting on her shoulder, when he heard commotion coming from a few cars down.

then, the group of robbers breached their own car.

gene was petrified. he clung to his mama like a little boy, visibly shaking when they started making their way down the aisle. she whispered reassurances to him, that they would be okay, that they weren't going to give the bad men anything, that the sherriff would be there any minute.

when one of the men approached sylvia and gene, sylvia physically put herself between the man and her son. she was fesity. she wasn't going down without a fight, and she sure as hell wasn't going to give this man anything.

when she refused the first time, the man didn't shoot her. he simply murmured something to his the other outlaw beside him and turned back to sylvia, giving her a chance to reconsider. she didn't.

and then the gunshot rang out.

she got her right in the chest. it was a miracle that gene wasn't somehow hit too, as close as he was.

that was the moment the outlaws heard the shout of the lawmen, and turned tail on the job. but the damage had been done.

gene held his mama as she took her last breath. she didn't stand a chance. the bullet fired point blank into her left lung. she hardly lasted a few minutes. still, gene screamed. there was blood everywhere. on his face, on his clothes, on his hands.

he cried, he begged, he pleaded for someone, anyone to help him. to save his mama. but she didn't stand a chance.

i'd like to say that she had last words, some profound thing to say that gene could hold dear to him for the rest of his life, but she didn't she just gasped for air until she couldn't anymore.

gene remembers that day in vicious detail. he remembers what he was wearing, what she was wearing, what the man's eye color was. his memory goes fuzzy from the moment she died, though. he vaguely remembers being taken to a sherriffs office and being cleaned up with a handkerchief and being wrapped in a scratchy blanket. he remembers his father arriving, and it might have been the only time his father hugged him. it was certainly the only time he ever saw him cry.

his memory of the entire year after she died is choppy at best, nonexistent at worst. he began helping his father more at the farm, not because he wanted to spend more time with him, but because it gave him something to do. if he didn't have anything to do, he might've gone crazy.

unfortunately, and much to sylvia's dismay i'm sure, the experience hardened him. especially since he was around his father so much, he didn't allow himself to be seen as soft or gentle anymore. he got tougher, meaner, and more like his father.

its, in part, because he wonders if he had been just a little stronger on that day in the train, if he could have saved his mama. maybe if he had been quicker or more intimidating, he could have protected her like a "Real Man" should. but he'll never know. and that thought kills him.

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GOD that got sad really fast. im sorry for the trauma gene. and i'm sorry for giving you another reason to hate trains cough cough @sethlost cough cough

JOKES ASIDE thank you so much for this question anon. i think by writing this all out, i have a much better grasp of gene as a person and the actual impact his mother had on him. this was such an important question and also SO fun to answer so thank you so much!!!!!

#whump community #ask answered #oc questions #gene and cassidy #gene delaney #cw blood #cw parental death #cw murder #cw violence #this lore would make a great addition to the possible train fic with gene and cassidy just saying #UGH i want to give gene a hug. specifically baby gene.

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startrekfangirl2233-writes · 11 months

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Interlude 3: Ride 'Em Cowboy

Part 10 of Sometimes All You Need (A Getaway Car)

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Reader

Description: You've been feeling weird since Christmas Dinner exploded at Seresin Ranch. It doesn't help that you've barely had any time with Jake since that day. You love Jake's family. You adore them like they're yours. So you can't figure out why you feel so weird. But really, it turns out that all you need is some alone time. Disclaimers: Smut. Warning: Female Reader Word Count: 4972 Author Note: Here’s part 10 of Sometimes All You Need (A Getaway Car). This chapter is all smut. I don't really know what else to say. Oh, wait. Charge your man-adjacent pleasure providers because it's haybales and sexy times full speed ahead! And this chapter is thanks to @desert-fern who very kindly beta-read nearly 5k of smut for me! AO3: Cross-posted Here! Wattpad: Cross-posted Here! My Masterlist Previous Part | Series Masterlist | Next Part

It's been an interesting holiday season. You never expected to be welcomed with open arms by Jake's family (most of it anyhow), and it's been wonderful to get to know his siblings. Things with Jake’s dad, on the other hand, have never been worse. The day you left the main house at Seresin Ranch, Mama Georgie had stopped by and told all of her children she was heading to her sister’s for the New Year just a little earlier than expected. It hadn’t been easy to hear that, not at all. Since then you’ve been fighting the nasty little voice in your head that’s telling you it was your fault that Christmas Dinner imploded so badly. You love Jake's family, but on New Year's Eve as you breathe in the winter air on the wrap-around patio of Henry and Melissa's cottage, you can't help but wonder if you spoiled the holidays just by being here.

Jake always gives you this look when you bring it up, right before he kisses you stupid. Henry and Melissa seem genuinely happy to have you at their home, too. And it's been nice. Nice to experience a family Christmas again. Nice to have little kids and dogs around, and to feel so loved. Nice to see Jake finally, genuinely relax and smile.

He's not fully relaxed, not at all, but you know it'll take some time. As of now, though, it's enough to see Jake with his brothers and sisters. All the siblings are out in force, preparing one of the two colossal barns behind Henry and Melissa’s house for the New Years’ party happening that night. It’s a yearly tradition and every member of the Seresin family looks forward to it. In all honesty, you should say Jake, Will and Henry are doing the heavy labor since Melissa, Hannah, Maggie, and Eliza are cooking. Beth is on kiddo-duty, with baby Sarah, James and Jordan right in front of her eyes. You’d been told the twins would get into too much trouble with the men. You believe it too. You’ve woken up to the twins jumping on top of you and Jake more than once since your hasty exit from the main ranch house - and they don’t even live in the same house!

But that leaves you to your own devices. Melissa has completely refused to let you lift a finger to help more than ferrying ice-cold glasses of tea and lemonade to the men. And the last time you’d asked, they’d all told you they didn’t want anything. Jake, of course, had plopped his hat on top of your head and smacked your ass with a cheeky wink. The men had all started laughing at the startled squeal that had poured out of your mouth, Jake included. So now you're sitting on the wrap around porch in a wicker chair with a blanket across your lap pretending to read a book while plotting ways to get payback from your fiancé, his hat still perched atop your head. Luckily, you have the perfect dress to wear to the party tonight, something sexy enough to have Jake drooling from the minute he sees you while still appropriate for a party where you have to be his eye candy.

The clomp of boots on the stairs has your head lifting from where you’d been pretending to pore through the pages. Jake's got his shirt off, each muscle glistening in the golden light as they pull and move beneath his skin. Henry and Will are yelling about something behind the bigger of the two barns leaving the two of you mostly alone.

"Hey, sweetheart." Jake's really too good to be true. You must zone out looking at his bare torso because the next thing you know, he's kneeling on the porch with his hands on yours.

"You okay, Gorgeous?" You nod, even as you peck his smiling mouth.

"What are you thinking about?

You cup his jaw, relishing in the prickly stubble on your fingertips, and grin sheepishly. "Nothing, really. I was just thinking about Christmas."

"Again, sweetheart?" He tugs on your hands, pulling you up and twirling you around until you're caged between the porch rails and his body.

"I told you, darlin'," Texas drawl seeping from every syllable, "what happened on Christmas is not your fault. Hell, my father probably would've done it no matter what happened. He's been a powder keg primed to explode for far too long."

"But what about Mama Georgie?" You rest your head against his chest, content in the sound of Jake's heart thudding steadily beneath his skin, not minding at all the scent of Jake as it surrounds you. "I didn't want her to leave your dad."

"Mama'll be fine. She just realized that what he said was going too far. She loves us too much to let him say what he did about us."

"Aren't you a little angry at her too?" Jake just blinks at your words, his eyes going soft and sad as he stares off into the distance.

"Of course I am, sweetheart. But I also know that Mama loves me. I know that she loves all of us equally. There's no favoritism there. Yeah, it stung that she never stood up for me with Dad. That she didn't try to come out to San Diego more often. But he's so controlling, gorgeous. It took an air to air kill for me to realize how much. And even then, I still wanted to make him proud. At least until I met you."

Your heart’s flip-flopping chaotically in your chest, your lips parting as you try to think of what to say. Jake’s never been shy about what he thinks of you, how much he loves you. He loves to make you squirm by dripping sweet praise into your ears before standing back with a self-satisfied smirk that screams, “Yeah, that’s my girl. Only I can make her look like this. What do you think about that?”

“You made me want something better for myself. You made me believe that I deserved something better.” You slide your arms around his neck, kissing him ferociously, devouring his mouth like he’s the air you need to live. Jake’s hands cup your ass as he squishes you close. The heat’s rising between you as you scrabble to grab onto his shoulders, to drag him close.

At least, that is, until the porch door slams open and James and Jordan come pouring out like a pair of whirling dervishes. They crash right into Jake’s legs and crush you against the hard railing at your back. Your breath leaves you in a whoosh and by the time Beth has wrangled the twin terrors, there is a dull pain radiating up your back despite the hand Jake had placed there to protect you.

But that one incident completely kills the heat between you and Jake. And then it feels like you and he are needed for a hundred different things before the party. The next time you see him is when he zips up your dress, his lips soft as he presses a gentle kiss against the back of your neck. You turn and step into your heels to complete silence.

Jake’s staring at you like he’s never seen you before. It’s just a simple burgundy velvet dress and heels, the neckline dipping into a v-neck which just hints to your cleavage. You’ve finished up the ensemble with loose curls, a pair of sparkly heels, and some dangly earrings.

“Is everything okay?” Your voice is quiet despite the yelling from the twins down the hall filtering through the solid oak doors.

“Of course everything is okay, beautiful. In fact, I’d say it’s more than okay, it’s perfect. I mean, I get the satisfaction of knowing that my fiancée is the sexiest woman at the party. And I get to go home with her!” There’s something like awe in his eyes as he trails the tip of his finger down one of your earrings.

“This dress isn’t even that sexy, Jay!” You step out of his reach and gesture to it all. “I mean, it’s off the shoulder, sure, but it’s just velvet and it is fingertip length at least!”

His snort has you giggling, especially when you realize that you’d defaulted to holding your fingers like you used to in high school to avoid getting a dress code violation.

“It isn’t the dress, baby doll. It’s you. It’s just you. Your sweet smile, your gorgeous mind, how I could forget everything except for how much I love you just by looking at you.” You practically launch yourself into his arms, arching into the kiss even as his hands seem to sear into your skin.

That heat seems to spark more and more as the night progresses. Every touch and innocent glance has you aching for Jake. You’re in great demand, with everyone wanting to know who town hero Jake Seresin has chosen to wed. Jake puffs up like a peacock with each compliment what feels like the entirety of Austin gives you.

Of course, you lose sight of Jake midway through the night. But as the kids are all sent to bed and the clock begins to approach midnight, you’re aching to kiss your fiancé for the new year. The crush of people in the barn is stifling, and it feels like you can barely breathe as you battle your way out of the doors. Music spills out of the building, so loud you can feel the ground reverberate.

Jake’s never been fond of big crowds like this, and you’re sure that he would have found you if he were in the barn. But it’s also possible that you missed him. You resolve to spend only fifteen minutes outside before venturing back into the barn. There's a slight breeze rustling over the fields and it feels amazing against your feverish skin.

You chase the fresh scent and cool air away from the open barn doors and then squeal as two hands pull you towards the other building. At least, that is, until you realize who is tugging you.

"Jake?!" You sound more than a little fed-up and shocked even as your fiancé grins unrepentantly at you. "What are you even doing in here? Isn't this barn just full of hay? Why aren’t you enjoying the party?"

"I could ask the same thing of you, sweetheart! Do you trust me?"

"Always," You breathe out, taking his hand and letting him do what he wants with you. In the low light, you can't see a single thing. You're stumbling blind, trying not to fall as Jake leads you further into the building.

You're not sure what you were expecting, not at all, because what you get is so much better. The skylights in the barn are open and under the biggest is spread a blanket. There are hurricane lanterns dotted across the expanse, strawberries, chocolate, hor d'oeuvres, and a bottle of champagne perched within a sweating bucket.

"Jay, how did you do this?" Your voice is hushed as Jake presses a juicy strawberry to your lips. The sweet juice is cold and refreshing, dripping down your throat as you melt into his side, your heels toed off at the edge of the blanket.

"I've been planning this all week for you, sweetheart. You've been so down since we got engaged and well, I wanted to do something to help you relax." You gasp a little as he pops the champagne open and pours you a glass.

"You're too good to me, darling." Your eyes flutter closed as you sip on the cold liquid.

"I should be saying that to you, gorgeous. I may be good, too good to be true, but baby doll, you're better." You grin at his words, letting him manhandle you until you're perched on his lap and curled into his chest.

"And god do you look gorgeous tonight." You kiss his jaw, relishing in just being in his arms.

"Thank you. You look handsome yourself, handsome!" Jake grins even as he pecks your lips again.

For several long moments, it's easy between the two of you. It finally feels like you can breathe. All of the tension you’ve been carrying around with you melting away in the presence of the man you love with all of your heart. Until Jake's hand starts sliding further and further up your thigh.

"What are you doing, Jay?" You giggle, the champagne having gone straight to your head.

"Making my gorgeous fiancée feel good. You have a problem with that, pretty girl?" You can’t help your smile or your moan as Jake’s lips and fingers finally meet their mark.

Being with Jake is something you will never tire of. Especially now, you think, sitting on his lap with his hands on your skin. His hands are deft as they drag your dress up over your head. It makes you giggle to see how he places it gently on the blanket. You’re not quite as gentle as you rip his shirt off of his head and lean back, just a little. Jake’s eyes glow in the light as he traces a finger gently between your lace covered breasts.

“How did you hide this from me all night, sweetheart?” There’s something reverent in his gaze as he cups your tits gently, his touch making your nipples pebble and heat pool in your gut.

“It wasn’t hard, Jacob.” You coo, cupping his jaw lightly. “I haven’t seen you all night!”

You gasp as he reels you in closer, big hands skating over more of your skin than lace.

“Fair enough, my gorgeous girl. Now let me show you exactly how much I miss you?” You let Jake, the love of your life, manhandle you how he wishes, pliant as he props you up against one of the hay bales stacked around your cozy enclave. It’s with your ass facing him that he finally sees the final surprise you’re wearing for him tonight.

“Sweetheart,” His voice is a punched out moan, even as his hands trail down the shining gold trailing over your bare skin. “Can I take off your bra, baby doll?”

“Please!” Your blood is boiling at a fever pitch, aching for the feeling of his skin pressed up against yours. But you don’t get what you want. Not yet, anyhow. Jake’s hands leave burning trails over your skin, cupping your breasts and kneading your ass gently. The anticipation builds and builds as Jake maps your skin ever so slowly with his hands. But his hands never dip below your waist, never reach the places where you need him most.

“Jake!” You’re practically sobbing at the feelings only Jake’s ever wrung from your body. “Please! Please!”

You writhe under the firm hands he has on your skin, fighting for any stimulation, shuddering at the way you can feel his cock pressing against your ass. Until the snap of his hand on your ass jolts you into the hay bale. Twin sensations duel for domination in your body, pain and arousal both coursing through your system. It hurts just as much as it makes you aroused, and god, you want Jake more than you ever have before. He smacks you, once, twice, thrice more. In truth you lose count, feeling only the sharp sting of his hands and the heat flushing your bare ass cheeks. You’re nearly delirious, in fact, each strike robbing your thoughts and all sense.

It’s a relief when the strikes stop. Your chest heaves, the prickly hay barely bothering you as Jake’s hands tug your sodden thong from the cleft of your ass. The material is damp with arousal, you know - it’s dripping down your thighs. You need your fiancé that much.

“Jake!” You babble, “Please! I need you, handsome, please!”

“I’ve got you, my darling girl, c’mere.” Jake’s hands don’t leave your skin even once as he draws two fingers through your wet folds. “You’re so wet for me, baby doll.”

With each word, his fingers open you up. Each time with Jake you feel like you’re going to be spoiled for any other man, and tonight is no difference. You cum with a scream, arousal dripping out of you as the first fireworks light up the night sky.

“Happy New Year, baby doll.” Jake kisses you slow and sweet, and you scrabble for purchase against his chest, moaning into the kiss even as you fight with his belt.

“D’you have condoms, handsome?” You gaze up at your fiancé, the sight of his green eyes blown wide making your arousal grow even more.

What you don’t expect is the dismay taking over Jake’s countenance.

“M’sorry, baby doll. A week’s worth of preparations and that’s the one thing I forgot.” You pull his hands back to meet your bare skin.

“Jay.” Your voice is gentle as you curl into his broad chest. “I don’t care. I’m on birth control. I just want you!”

“You sure, gorgeous?” Your heart swells at the sight of the man you love most looking so nervous about you.

“I’m sure, Jay. I love you.” You take his hand and splay it across your lower stomach. “I want everything life brings with you. I want to marry you. I want to have a baby with you. It’s not likely to happen right now,” your voice is cheeky as you tug him close, “but we can always practice, right?”

His groan is guttural, even as he tugs you into a fierce kiss and wrenches his trousers and boots off.

“C’mere baby doll.” You gasp at the sight of him lying in the hay. “You were wearing my cowboy hat earlier. Don’t you know the cardinal rule? Wear the hat, ride the cowboy. And well, darlin’, your cowboy is right, here.”

You're almost too eager to comply, arousal making your motions clumsy as you straddle his waist and dip down to kiss his smiling mouth. You feel like there is too much electricity in your system, the buzzing in your veins drugging you just as much as the exquisite gentleness in Jake's eyes.

It feels different with Jake this time. You're not sure if it's a side effect of how drunk you are on alcohol and Jake or if it's your ebullient mood. You know it has a lot to do with the lack of a condom as well. Without that one thin barrier, you can feel the heat of his length as you ride him, and it makes what you're doing feel more special - more intimate. It feels like you're making love.

"God sweetheart, you feel so good." Jake’s moans are punctuated by the bone deep rattle of the fireworks as they go off above you. The multicolored lights paint his skin, catching in the gleam of his golden hair and sparkling in his eyes.

Before long, your thighs begin to shake, the muscles aching as your thrusts grow sloppy. Jake picks you up then, carefully laying you down on the blanket with your legs splayed open over his thighs. The new angle makes you feel like he's even deeper and each thrust has your moans rising to a fever pitch.

"Baby doll, look at you!" One of his hands meets the swollen nub of your clit as he breathes the words against your nipples between kisses. "You feel so tight wrapped around me. Gonna make you cum baby doll. Gonna stuff you fulla my cum. Gonna put a baby in you."

"Please please please please please" is all you remember how to say as Jake robs you of every thought except for him. "Gonna cum, Jake!" You sob as the coil in your gut builds and builds. "Please, can I cum?"

Half the question gets lost in your moans, but Jake knows what you want, if his roar of "yes" in your ear is any indication. You cum with a scream, timed perfectly with the last of the fireworks display as Jake finishes in your wet heat.

You wrap your legs around his slim waist, craving, no, needing more of Jake. You're both panting, covered in a sheen of sweat. There's hay in Jake's hair, but you tug him forward anyways, relishing in the feeling of Jake wrapped around you.

It must be at least half an hour later when you're roused with a kiss.

"Come on, baby doll. Let's get you dressed and back into the house. I want to clean you up and get you into bed." His lips are gentle as he peppers your skin with kisses, gently coaxing your legs to release their grip around his waist.

You whimper when he pulls out of you, feeling empty and sore and needy all at once.

"Oh, baby. Look at you. Your pussy looks so pretty, with my cum dripping out of you." Jake's intent on killing you, you're sure. And then he does something which has your skin hot all over again. He dips his fingers into your cunt and collects a bit of your cum and his. Your lips fall open, expecting his fingers to press into your mouth. But he presses his fingers into his own mouth, licking the long digits with his wicked tongue until you're aching to feel it on you.

"Mm, we taste so good, baby doll. You want a taste?" You're almost too eager to surge into his arms kissing him with reckless abandon. He's right, the two of you do taste good together. But you're soon just as caught in the sensations of his tongue plundering yours and the way his cock is hard against your hip and how there's cum dripping down your thighs.

It surprises you when Jake carefully pulls away.

"C'mon baby doll. Let's get you into the shower, hmm?" You moan when he drops to his knees in front of you and licks at the cum dripping down your thighs. His eyes twinkle at your pout while he helps you into your thong, kissing his way up your torso until his tongue is laving over your nipples.

You feel so good with this man. His every touch makes you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. Jake dresses you with the same care he takes to undress you, concentration creasing his handsome face with the tip of his tongue poking out as he finagles with the fussy little hooks on the back of your bra.

When your dress is on, it's your turn to dress Jake. It takes you a bit to find his boxers and trousers and shirt, and quite a bit longer to shake the hay out. When you make your way back to the blanket, it's to Jake holding up another two glasses of champagne. You gulp the cool liquid thirstily, finally feeling the heat in the barn. Jake doesn't seem to care that he's still naked, but that's what gives you a wonderful idea.

You drop to your knees in front of him and drag your tongue over his length.

"God, sweetheart. You don't have to do that." You suck gently on the mushroom head of his cock before pulling away with a pop.

"Yeah, I do, Jake. Because your cock always makes my mouth water." It's Jake's turn to moan as you kiss and lick your way over his length.

"Shhh, baby. You gotta be quiet," your voice is a harsh whisper. "You don't want your brothers and sisters to know how loud you are in bed, do you?"

"Baby doll, I don't care about my siblings. It's everyone else at the party that I care about." He clasps a hand over his mouth and you kiss his thigh in appreciation before you take him to the hilt. His skin is velvet soft and smooth. You can taste the salt and tang of his precum and it has you moaning around his length. You wrap your hands around his length as well, stroking him in time to the rhythm of your mouth until he's practically bowed over you, one big hand cradling your head.

"Can I cum, baby doll?" His voice is strained, each muscle tensed under your fingertips as you take him back into your mouth and suck once more, hard. He comes with a whine, the salty-sweet flood of his spend filling your mouth. You swallow each drop, grinning when you pull away to glazed eyes and red cheeks.

“God, I love you, my Gorgeous Girl.” It has you smirking when Jake’s knees wobble when you drag his boxers and slacks up his legs.

“I love you too!” You chirp as you fasten his belt buckle. It doesn’t surprise you at all when Jake tugs you into another kiss.

Your lips feel sore and a little swollen when you pull away, handing Jake his shirt while trying to walk normally. You can feel cum dripping into your thong, and it’s an embarrassingly icky foreign feeling. It’s not like the house is all that far away, but you’re going to have to make the rounds and say goodbye to everyone and you’re sure you look like a wreck, with your makeup melting off and your mascara in trails down your cheek. You look like you got fucked, and fucked well, and there isn’t a way you can hide that. Maybe it’s a banner you should wear with pride? Instead, when Jake shoulders the barn door open with the blanket in his hand and the strawberries and champagne in yours, it’s to the sight of all of his siblings and siblings-in-law staring right at the two of you.

“You look like you had fun, Jakey.” It’s Eliza sing-songing the words and if your face was flushed from your earlier activities, now it must be a bright and hot as a neon sign in New York City.

“Hey, y’all. What’s up with the party?” Jake’s trying to play at being cool even though you can tell so clearly that he’s not cool, not even a little bit.

“It ended forty-five minutes ago, Jake.” This time it’s Henry chiming in, and you have to stifle your grin as Jake blanches at his eldest brother’s words. “We just finished cleaning up, without you, thank you very much, and were wondering where you and your girl got to.”

“Considering how you’ve got hay stuck in your hair, I guess we all know what you got up to.” Jake gives you a horrified glance before schooling his expression to a carefully curated blankness.

“That barn’s lucky, you know?” Melissa giggles as four identical sets of green eyes turn to her and Henry.

“What do you mean?” Your curiosity has the better of you and has the words spilling out of your mouth before you can control your tongue.

“If Jake had hurricane lanterns, blankets and champagne like my Henry did, then that’s exactly how Sarah was conceived.” Jake’s face blanches as he looks horrified at you, back at the barn and then at the smug smirk on Henry’s face. “I think that was the exact blanket, in fact.”

You can’t control your laughter as Jake bolts towards the house holding the blanket out in front of him like he needs it out of his hands as soon as possible. You follow along at a much more sedate pace, ignoring the wolf whistles that follow you. By the time you make it up to your bedroom, the ensuite shower is on. You pull your jewelry off first, fighting with the body jewelry until it’s off and sitting on the vanity with your engagement ring at its side. When you step into the steamy bathroom, Jake’s glaring right at the shower like it personally offended him.

It’s a relief to lob your cum filled panties and bra into the laundry basket for later. You press yourself up against his back, hissing at the heat of the water raining down and turning the temperature down a little bit.

“What’s eating at you, Jay?” You trace gentle patterns over his abs until you feel his muscles loosen fractionally under your gentle touch. “It’s not the blanket or the champagne and fucking in the barn that’s bothering you.”

“No, it’s not.” You have to strain to hear the words, eventually choosing to curl around him so you’re pressed closer to his front.

“Then what is it?” You cup the back of his neck, carding your fingers through his soft hair as you wait for the love of your life to bare his heart to you.

“It’s what they said about conceiving a baby, sweetheart. I know you’re on birth control, but it’s possible we could have made a baby tonight. And sweetheart, you know what my dad’s like. How do I be a good father when I have no examples of how to act? How do I keep myself from fucking our kids up?” He sounds so lost, your North Star.

“The fact that you care, Jake, is enough. I don’t know how to be a mom either. I know we haven’t talked much about my family, but my mom and dad were the best people, the best parents for the few years I had them. By the time I grew up, with my godfather who loves me, I’d forgotten all of the things they used to do for me. I’m scared too. Terrified, in fact. But we’re together. So I know that everything will be okay. We’ll struggle and things will be hard, but we’ll get through it together.”

It’s his warmth that surrounds you for the rest of the night. Jake still looks thoughtful and is a little withdrawn, but he never fails to tell you, to show you, how much he loves you. You’re a lucky woman indeed.

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GREETINGS, NERDS! IT'S YOUR BOY, BILL CIPHER! I HAVE POSSESSED THE BODY OF TORNROSE24 FOR THIS POST IN REGARDS TO MY ROLE IN THAT DISNEY CHANNEL THEMED RESIDENT EVIL VILLAGE AU!

So you likely saw those drawings of that Resident Evil Village Au (hilarious, I know) and are wondering ‘but I want to know more about Bill. Why is his human form some old dude that wouldn’t be useable for a Tumblr sexyman contest? WHERE’S MORE INFORMATION ABOUT BILL AND HOW DID HE TAKE OVER THE PINES?! AND HOW IS HE COMPARABLE TO EVELINE WHEN HE IS FAR SUPERIOR?!’ Well worry not, nerds, for I shall tell you MY side of things:

MY TIME IN THE VILLAGE:

-See, I grew up in that dumb village. The so called ‘Father Belos’ implanted a cadou at me at a young age. I was a massive success, of course, and he decided to make me part of his so-called ‘family.’ As for my real, biological family? Well… the less you know the better. Other than that their remains are somewhere in the surrounding woods.

–FYI, his REAL name is Philip and his big goal is trying to get his big bro back. He already tried the cloning gig and it didn’t work. And he thought he could use MY body to get Caleb back?! Ha! Fat chance, dingus!

-So I was given power and prestige for a time. I had my own lab where I inserted cadou into SEVERAL people and got a few henchmen out of the deal. Meanwhile, I had fun screwing with everyone’s minds and visiting them in their dreams thanks to some good old mental astral projection and what not. (And helping to get rid of anyone unwanted…. Fun times!)

-Those four other lords? They’re losers. I can’t believe they are meant to be my ‘siblings’ as ‘Father’ puts it.

-Oh, but I’ve visited their minds and know their fears! One has nightmares about losing her hunky husband and baby girl. One has nightmares about ‘what could have been,’ being alone, and having guilt issues. One is worried she’ll lose control of her mutation and kill everyone. The other… eh, just typical ‘always rejected by my family’ and weirdly about platypuses for some reason. (That’s the one I go to the most when I want to be amused).

-Ah yes, their heirs… my ‘nieces.’ My personal favorite is Meteora–what an adorable little hellspawn! She tried biting me several times and it’s a ticklish kind of painful! Also she’s already making the best demonic faces and crawling up walls! I hope for the best for her!

–I decided to be funny and visit the girls’ nightmares. Metora is a baby, so there’s not much in her little brain, besides worrying about getting separated from her parents. The others though? One is worried about causing pain to her family and friends and blames herself for it. Another is afraid that Belos is going to find out about ‘the big plan’ (which I won’t spoil, of course). The last one just wants a normal life.

-So I wasn’t too keen on being an underling and tried to take over the village with MY underlings. Unfortunately, the other lords managed to turn on me, my henchmen were dead, and **** brains decided to punish me. He couldn’t kill me himself, so he injected something that would make me age faster than that decaying apple you refused to eat as a kid, instead of aging slowly like the others. (Oh, I wonder if Belos told the two losers who adopted the girls who got injected with cadou that they might age slowly like they will? They will be so PISSED considering those girls still have their biological families around. I think it’s HILARIOUS! Or I don’t know, maybe they aren’t aging slowly. Getting a cadou is the dumbest lottery scam ever.)

–And how did ‘Daddy’ get rid of me? Well Fordsy was visiting the village and I managed to sweet-talk him into taking me home with him. Belos was all too glad to be rid of me.

–What? Was there anything between me and Ford? MIND YOUR DAMN BUSINESS! I’m not telling you anything!

MY TIME WITH THE PINES–

-What a dumbass! Ford took me to his house while his family was there! So I quickly got most of them under my control with the exception of his brother and great-nephew. (Eh, it was easy–I just used a little infection on them). Stan managed to get Dipper away, but little did he know that I infected the boy with something.

–See, as much as I enjoyed having my own ‘family’ I needed to ditch my rapidly aging husk and get a new one. Dipper was initially my best candidate, but I had the others trick several young men and boys into getting to the house so I can infect them and get my new body. Unfortunately, all the bastards died–they weren’t compatible. Meanwhile, I was using my favorite projection as a disguise–a certain triangle form that you all love and want to kiss (you disgusting freaks! I know you love me, but I don’t want EVERYONE’S SALIVA all over me at the same time! One at a time, please!)

–So Dipper realized what was happening to him and–wanting to get his family back–snuck onto the grounds. It was around this time that Heart-Cheeks and her friend, Beauty Mark were tricked into coming to the Pines residence. (I think they were on a summer vacation). I had the Pines snatch Beauty Mark away and they helped me infect him while I left Heart-Cheeks at their mercy.

–Speaking of which, would Mabel count as my ‘daughter?’ I’m sure my nieces would have loved her. Especially that really preppy-happy one.

-Knowing my time was short, I sped up the infection in Dipper and I did it a little too fast because he was starting to crystalize while trying to help Heart-Cheeks. I had better success with Beauty Mark.

–Unfortunately that ASSHOLE Stan eventually came to save his family and teamed up with Heart-Cheeks. Also, Dipper managed to make a serum that Heart-Cheeks used against me and cut off my ability to create illusions and get in people’s head. I. WAS. PISSED!

–Well, the joke’s on her. I left that infection in Beauty Mark, but changed it up a bit. Let’s just say that if Belos knew what it was that I put into the boy, he would immediately get the kid and use him for his ultimate scheme.

-Unfortunately, I DIED. Calcified into dust when Heart-Cheeks smashed me to bits, with some help from some military-looking people. And yes–Stan dealt the final blow. Asshole.

-And I’m now stuck in the Megamycete’s consciousness/realm/whatever you want to call it thanks to the connection some of us share with it. The only way I can have any fun is to give those losers nightmares. Last I heard, the Pines family was freed from my control, Dipper's body went back to normal, and all my victims managed to escape... WHAT KIND OF–?! I wanted violence and trauma, damnit!

-Ah well. Heart-Cheeks will have to deal with Belos and my four ‘siblings’ soon enough.

–Well, looks like my connection is failing and I’ll lose control of this idiot’s body soon. Hope you had fun reading this, because I’m thinking of possessing YOU next. Also, tell your Mom I said hi–I hope you took that DNA test like my canon self suggested.

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The fandom: Oh My God! I love Daemon! He’s a feminist and is my favourite character! Team Black all the way cause they’re the good guys!

Daemon:

- Beats a messenger who’s only job was to deliver a piece of paper

- He makes fun of his brothers newly deceased son because it means he has a higher chance of claiming of the throne, celebrating it in a tavern and brothel

- Stole a dragon egg by lying to his whore and to his brother saying he was marrying her and she was pregnant

- Took Rhaenyra out on a nightly stroll to then lead her into a brothel, dry hump her and then left her by herself (a 14 year old) in the silk streets

- Tried to ruin Rhaenyra’s reputation for the sole purpose of having her to himself

- Killed his own wife who was innocent in this whole situation and was disrespected by him so many times, by bashing her face in with a rock after scaring her horse

- Took second best option which was Laena but didn’t really love her as she deserved, took her away from her home, denied her request to go back to see her parents to which she then died.

- Barely pays any attention to his twin girls

- Married his niece after planning the murder of her husband (again innocent) and In the books he was murdered but the series let him get away - this meant that Rhaenys and Corlys were left without children all thanks to Daemon

- Had his daughters attend the wedding of their aunt/cousin and their dad a few days after their mothers funeral

- Didn’t care too much when his own daughters came in with their faces covered in blood after fighting with Aemond and instead tended to Rhaenyra’s kids

- Sailed away to Dragon stone with Rhaenyra

- came back to Kingslanding only to not believe anything Alicent says despite the fact he has been absent for the last 6 years and has no idea what’s going on

- Kills Vaemond for stating facts after taunting him to say them

- Accuses the greens of killing Viserys because again he doesn’t like them, the man literally had a hole in his head… he couldn’t walk, like barely talk, and Daemon still won’t accept the fact that maybe he just died?

- Leaves Rhaenyra alone during her childbirth despite her wailing and calling his name, instead he just wants to plan the war he’s always dreamed of

- Tries to push for a war by disobeying Rhaenyra’s commands

- Doesn’t say a word to Rhaenyra after she just squeezed out their stillborn daughter by herself, instead he goes to mope on the beach

- claims another dragon - probably to be more powerful when one of his daughters still doesn’t even have one.

- Strangles Rhaenyra because she doesn’t want to have a war and refuses to make the first move.

(In the books or history of ASOIAF)

- Sends assassins to kill one of Aegon and Helaenas children as a “son for a son” after Luke is killed by Aemond, these assassins then torture Helaena into picking out of her 3 children which one should die, when she refuses to make a decision they threaten to rape her like 3-6 year old daughter. She chooses her youngest as she thinks it will be better as he won’t even know what’s going on, they end up killing the older one which ultimately leads Helaena killing herself.

And again I’m left wondering why people consider him good? How people honestly think Alicent is worse than him, or even Aemond. Daemon is a horrible character, he’s an asshole, only wants for himself, and his actions in the last episode (episode 10) makes it seem as though the only reason he married Rhaenyra was to sit on the throne as she was his last and only option left.

I think Rhaenyra knows as well, considering she was eyeing him as he stared at Viserys crown, then was watching him wearily when he placed it on her head.

And don’t get me started on Rhaenyra either, Daemon is more violent and self-centred but Rhaenyra is more spoiled and self-centred.

Just to list a few of the reasons why Rhaenyra isn’t all good no matter how bad you feel for her now

- Constantly got away with the notion of refusing to marry despite the fact if she was in any other house and their father demanded their daughter marry, they would have no choice

- Lied to her father and Alicent about the night Daemon took her to the brothel and implied Otto was lying (he technically wasn’t) which ultimately got him sent away

- Claimed she was still a “maiden” after sleeping with Ser Criston, again, something she got away with as the Maester claimed the tea was from Viserys meaning he didn’t believe her but kept quite

- Refused all advances Alicent made in order to regain or at least heal their broken friendship after being told she would marry the king (something she couldn’t refuse, and was manipulated into doing by her father)

- When told to marry Laenor, she claimed she would do her duty to the realm by having his child, which she didn’t do and even admitted they barely tried for one.

- Cut her tour off early cause she was bored

- Seeked her own pleasure from Harwin, setting her bastard kids up for defeat by trying to persuade people to think her and her husband, both having white hair birthed three dark haired boys.

- Refused to ever admit it even though it was obvious

- Got away with it considering Viserys always tried to deflect Alicents advances to do something about it

- proposed her bastard child should sit the Driftmark throne, which would mean the death of true house Valeryon

- After seeing her son cut out another boy (her brothers) eye, she instead (not asking her kids why he did that, or told him he shouldn’t) wanted action be taken because her sons were called bastard by a 10 year old but no action against her son because in her eyes they did nothing wrong

- it was 4v1 and he was supposed to be asleep? Why does he have a dagger Rhaenyra?

- Was satisfied with “making peace” even though all her son got was a broken nose, and Alicents son lost an eye

- As Alicent said, Rhaenyra never had to sacrifice anything, to get where she was, vs Alicent who had to sacrifice everything

- Conspired with Daemon (after having sex with him again commuting adultery for the second time) to kill her husband so she can marry him

- Left Kingslanding which meant she only got to spend a day with her father after not seeing him for 6 years, and then left him to die alone again

- Got Vaemond killed for again stating the truth

- Accused the greens of killing her father who was on the brink of death before she left

And yeah, that’s just a few. I’m not going to start on Luke either, that will be a different day, different time.

So if you have gotten this far, which I’m sure no one has lol, you can tell I am 100% team Green. It’s poetic because the team your drawn to side with is team black because it has the main characters, they are made to look like the good guys where as team green is made to look evil.

If you really put it into perspective with everyone’s actions, team black has done worse things than team green by far.

#house of the dragon #alicent hightower #daemon targeryan #game of thrones #house targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #aemond targaryen #hbo series #hotd spoilers #team black #team green #rhaenys velaryon #haelena targaryen

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chapter 1

Sitting in the kitchen looking at the clock above the stove it's three in the morning. You're wondering where Keigo is? Shaking with anger wondering if he is with her. You know about the affair, how couldn't you not know? He confessed to you a couple of nights ago. When you questioned him why the sex was so bland? You had lunch with your best friend and, she talked about some wild sex she had “last night, I finally got to experience the sub/dom…and, it was so exhilarating, you should try it with Keigo,” she said and she gave you food for thought. That night in bed you suggested spicing up the intimacy with your husband, but he refused. He just plain out refused to do the things that he wants to do in bed with you. Out of frustration you sat back up in bed and asked him "if there was something wrong with you?" and he caressed your cheek and said "no, you're perfect…your my wife and the mother of my children, and I find peace in you" You glared at him hearing those words from his mouth ‘you are his peace’, what about you? Where is your peace? Every day you get up earlier than him, set the kids' school clothes out, cook breakfast, wake your kids and husband up, and see them off. You start your day by cleaning, getting something out to defrost for dinner, and waiting until your kids arrive, then helping with homework until it's time to cook. After dinner, that's the time of night you despise—the wait. You keep on looking back at the confession of your husband and feel so disgusted at his calm and nonchalant manner. You looked at him and wondered if he had any feelings for this woman that he was intimate with and, if you are desirable because at this moment you felt so ugly. Looking up at the bedroom door, you softly plopped your arm on your face to cover your eyes. You felt so much shame and disappointment. You kept wondering if there was such a woman in his life to satisfy him and that the lovemaking you and Keigo shared was so sweet and gentle but so damn boring. Can you grow to accept what he is doing to you, to your family?

Getting up in the morning you dragged yourself to the bathroom to prepare for the day. You took a good look at yourself. You once again went to the kitchen and started breakfast for the kids, went into their rooms, and got their clothes ready for school. You had to keep some semblance of life to keep your children in the dark because you read in a magazine that children naturally blame themselves if their parents' divorce and you can’t have that in their lives. You took a deep sigh and looked at the coffee brewing. Facing the long hallway, knowing you had to wake Keigo up before the kids. You dragged yourself to your shared room and woke up Keigo, what you wanted to do was slap the shit out of his stupid sleeping face but, you refrained from doing that considering that you didn’t want to start a big commotion in front of the children then you proceeded to wake up the kids. The morning went normal with normal routines. Keigo knew that you were keeping up with this facade for the sake of the children and deep down inside you were so depressed. Once the kids went to their room to get ready for school all Keigo said was “I’m sorry y/n…we can talk tonight after the kids go to bed” then he proceeded to walk back into the shared room to get ready for work.

He kept on justifying himself to y/n saying that he is a man and men need things that they can’t do with their wives and he has always treated y/n with love, spoiling her with trips and shopping sprees. He just can’t picture y/n as a sexual being. Ever since she had given birth to his first child he couldn't even see y/n’s pussy, don’t get him wrong he knew that y/n has a very pretty pussy but, he just couldn't be with her. When he first met y/n, he knew that she was the one that he was going to marry and have children with but, he just couldn’t see her as anything else.

And, yes he made love to her in fact, their sex routine was regular. It was…it was just the plain foreplay…you know rubbing your clit until you're wet then poke, poke–it was vanilla. Sometimes you wished that there were some different positions, maybe, some tongue play. But, it was just the plain missionary style. He never understood why you grew frustrated with everything, he rolled on top of you. Once you mentioned that you wanted a different position but, Keigo, justified doing it missionary cause he wanted to see your beautiful face the moment you reached orgasm. Sometimes sex was cut short due to your children sometimes they wake up early and make noise. One Friday night when Keigo came home early, you walked out in a corset and high heels looking scrumptious, you even tried some heavy makeup you don't normally do, and you even tried to be dominant. But, he didn’t like this side of you because he knew that he had to realize that you are a sexual being plus his cock was flaccid no matter how much you tried to suck him off. He profusely apologized, he knew that he hurt your feelings, and he made you feel like you were not wanted that night. That night after that debacle you went back to the bathroom, took off that sexy number, washed all the makeup, and went back to bed quietly while Keigo observed you pitifully. After that, you just lost hope and just went on your regular vanilla sex routine. You thought about that night and boy oh boy you cringed within yourself. It wasn't that you felt foolish, it was because he wasn’t sexually aroused when you tried to spice it up in bed. Have you gotten used to the normal routine? Every day the affair went on and every day you kept on questioning yourself and that day you had to learn to accept it.

Until one night you snapped. That morning when the alarm went off you got up and turned to see Keigo sleeping and glared at him with so much hate that when your feet hit the floor the devil would say "shit! She's awake!". You decided fuck it and like every day you changed the routine. You didn’t cook breakfast, you didn’t get the kids' clothes ready for school, you woke up Keigo and said that you need a day off. You took the keys from his nightstand along with your wallet and left for the day. You needed to get away for the day, you needed some time for yourself. you walked to the car and heard the balcony door slide open. “Where are you going? I need to go to work,” Keigo whispered loudly, trying not to wake up the neighbors. You stopped and looked up. “I need some time away from you…you need to get the kids ready for school, please fly to work…I’ll be home when the kids get off,” you said to Keigo. That moment you decided not to take any kind of shit from Keigo hell NO. You got in the car, took a deep breath, and start the car. Hearing the engine roar you smiled because you had a notion that you wanted to live again. Every day you slowly lost yourself because of the mundane routine you had to execute every single damn day. No, no you think it's time for yourself. After all, you have never been selfish, and you think it's high time to be selfish.

You looked at your phone it's 8 in the morning and you had 3 missed calls and 2 texts, all from Keigo. You had no desire to answer his messages, you chucked your cell phone in the back of the car and smiled.

Flying to work, Keigo was stressed. Y/n finally snapped, he thought to himself. He knew he fucked up when y/n finally drove him crazy with those silly ass questions. Sighing, Keigo pulled out his phone and dialed y/n's number, and sighed harshly when y/n didn’t answer. Might as well let her burn whatever steam she has…she is probably going to spend my money. He took flight, then pulled his phone out of his pocket and texted the other woman.

Keigo 7:30 am: hey babe, need to cancel tonight, wtf you told y/n? She's starting to get ideas

Uraraka 7:45 am: nothing in particular, just our recent escapade

Keigo 7:46 am: WTF!

Uraraka 7:47 am: don't worry babe, she doesn't know it's you, BTW are you deleting our messages?

Keigo 7:50 am: of course, I delete these messages. She knows I have a woman but, she doesn't know it's you. Let's keep it that way I don't want to hurt her any more than I did.

Uraraka 7:55 am: Yeah, but if you would've taken my advice nothing like this would've happened! All you had to do is fuck her the way she wanted!

Keigo 8:00 am: whatever. Gtg.

He deleted all the texts and landed on the agency's roof. Shit.

Y/n pulled up to Starbucks. You always get a coffee there when you have the chance and it was nil to none. When you grabbed your coffee, you stumbled upon Izuku. A little startled you almost dropped your coffee, quickly Izuku apologized not noticing it was y/n until he looked up.

"Hey, y/n…long time no see…how have you been?"

"I'm good…I had lunch with your wife the other day" y/n said while taking a sip of your Iced coffee.

"Oh yeah, she told me about it," he smiled.

"I gotta go…I don’t want to miss a clothing sale…tell Ochako hi" you waved while walking to the car. You wanted to cut the conversation short because Ochako told you every sexual detail and you didn't have any clue if he knew. You walked towards your car when you heard your phone ring in the back seat of the car, you knew who was calling you and you could care less.

for a moment you felt a sense of remorse but it quickly went away when you recalled his confession. You are not a violent person but God only knew you wanted to punch him. You huffed and drove to the one place you always escaped when you had problems when you were a young girl. You went to the mountains where your parents' cabin was and pulled up to the side of the cabin. Your parents always maintained the place because they knew that you loved it there. You rolled your eyes when you got out of the car. You opened the back seat of the car, pulled out the cellphone you chucked, and started to dial Keigo.

“Y/n? where have you been? Are you coming home?” Keigo questioned while grabbing lunch.

“I’m calling you to let you know that I am spending some time alone for a couple of days,” y/n answered.

“Are you fucking joking y/n? who’s going to be there for the kids? I’m at work babe,” he whispered over the phone harshly so that his sidekicks wouldn't hear him.

“I think it’s high time you take care of the kids…since you have time to be a fucken man whore with some bitch…you have time to take care of the kids…bye,” y/n hung up feeling triumphant. You sauntered to the cabin and opened the door. Smiling cause you finally have some time off from the kids and time off from that fuck face, you stepped into the cabin.

“FUCK!” Keigo yelled out. He didn’t care who heard him, he was very pissed at y/n how dare she! how dare she just spring this on me.

“Is everything okay Hawks?” one of his sidekicks questioned breaking Keigo’s train of thought.

“Oh…yeah…I just need a few days off. m’sorry last minute plans…ya know the wife,” he chuckled trying to hide the frustration. He gave the award-winning smile then turned around and started to walk towards the exit. His smile started to fade as he took flight, he knew exactly where you were. He took a look at his phone looking at the time to see if he had time to go to the cabin and try to convince y/n to come back home. That's it they will have a talk he was sure he would convince her to come back home and maintain their married life. He was flying towards the cabin when he spotted his car, he landed in front of the cabin. He was in denial, he didn’t want to accept the fact that the moment that he confessed. That you had no desire to stay in this marriage, Keigo frowned looking towards the cabin. He loved her but not in the way she expected him to love her.

Walking up to the door, the door slammed open abruptly. Startled, Keigo looked up at a tearful y/n.

"What do you want? What part of I need time alone do you not understand? Well, your here…come in" y/n said in disgust.

Surprised at y/n's demeanor, he walked in and took a seat. "Y/n, baby…you know I love you…I just," Keigo was interrupted.

"Ten years…ten fucken years…Keigo I'm done. I'm done doing whatever this is!" Y/n yelled at him.

“Y/n…be reasonable…this is not you babe…we’re married…have children, we have a life together, and you want to end things just like that?” he said.

“Are you joking right? you ended things the moment you brought another woman into our…well at least I thought out marriage!” you yelled at him.

“I’m sorry y/n…I just…I just can’t see you in that way, babe. Why can’t you just accept that fact…don’t I take care of you and the kids? have I treated you right?” Keigo questioned.

“No…no, I can't accept that! yes, we are married, and, yes we have children…but, what’s the point of having an unhappy marriage with a husband that doesn’t find me desirable? Fuck Keigo, I just can’t…I have needs too…so by your logic I should find a man who can satisfy my sexual needs? who knows maybe…just maybe they can save our failed marriage” you retorted back.

Keigo didn’t like your response. “What?! no…no y/n, I can satisfy you!” he yelled out of anger.

“It doesn’t feel good, does it? it doesn’t feel good to hear your spouse say things you said to me does it? besides, the moment you confessed whatever your doing was the moment that I cannot go on with this marriage,” you shakingly said to Keigo trying to hold back the second round of tears. “No, Keigo, I think it’s time to end this marriage…there is no love anymore,” you added and asked him to leave.

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Modern/College AU HC's! (Twins edition)

Nai/Knives Saverem

I plan on writing a small drabble on Rem's backstory and how she met&adopted the twins so I don't wanna spoil too much but as I mentioned, she worked as a biologist, made plenty of discoveries but then later on started focusing on rheumatology after taking the twins in. She found out after she adopted them that they both have a rare disease that barely any doctor was willing to work with, let alone give them some kind of treatment. Thankfully, Knives spent most of his life in remission, and when his symptoms did show, it was nowhere near like Vash. Vash's longest remission lasted for around 2 years. Since doctors didn't know what illness he had at first, they just stuffed him with random drugs that ended up causing other problems and illnesses in his body. I can go more into detail about the illnesses they have, but... maybe another time.

Due to all this, Knives takes meticulous care of his body. Goes to the gym regularly, makes sure to eat enough calories every day, takes supplements if needed, and has an extensive skincare routine. He has his sweet cravings, but he never indulges in them. 'Cheat days'? Never heard of them. Alcohol? He'd rather drink poison. I mean to him, it's the same.

Everyone thinks that the nickname 'Knives' came from Wolfwood, who kept calling him that because of his incredible cooking skills. In reality, it's because Knives had an affinity towards 'pretty' knives since he was a kid. A black higonokami and a trapper are his favorite possessions at the moment.

To add to the previous hc, Knives wanted to play darts so badly as a kid. He thought it would make him look cool, but Rem refused to buy him the game. So he just started throwing knives at the wall until she caved in and finally bought him the game so he'd stop making holes in her walls because she loved him. He loves playing 301 because he gets to show off how precise he can be.

Knives and Vash's shared apartment is big, but definitely not big enough to fit a grand piano, and it irks him. He bought an electric piano, but he absolutely despises it. It sounds too soulless, too shallow for him.

Cat dad? More like plant dad. That man has an insane amount of cacti in his room, their entire apartment is filled to the brim with all kinds of greenery Vash could rarely go outside as a kid due to him constantly going from hospital to hospital so plants and nature calm him down, he loves being surrounded by flowers but you can only find the cacti in his room, no other plant. Except... a singular Adam and Eve orchid next to his bed.

Surprisingly, Knives does enjoy video games. In fact, he was the one who first started playing them and got Vash into them. Anything with deep, unique plots and lots and lots of world building will have him drooling. Avid player of FF14 and a huge Zenos fan and defender. As for his favorite game, without a doubt, it's 'The Last Guardian' but he'll never admit it if you ask him.

Out of the entire friend group, the only person he actually likes is Milly, surprisingly. He knew her prior to finding out she's a part of Vash's friend group. They often went to the gym around the same times and left around the same times. It started with Milly trying to talk to him, but he'd never pay her any heed. But she continued. Hours upon hours. Every day. After some time, he finally started giving in, nodding and agreeing with what she's saying. Until they eventually started making actual conversations, giving each other tips, exchanging their favorite protein bars and their drinks. Vash was presently surprised by their friendship.

He enjoys sketching. Never actually making full-fledged art but just sketching either some type of scenery that left an impression on him or practicing dynamic poses he sees online or in fashion magazines. When he gets frustrated with his piano because it just 'doesn't sound right,' he'll plop down on hus bed, get himself a notebook, and start sketching until he gets bored of it. He wouldn't classify it as a hobby since he doesn't do it as often, but if he wanted to, he could definitely make some beautiful pieces of art.

Vash The Stampede

Plant dad #2 except he SUCKS. He has so many plants, sometimes when he's caught up with things he will completely forget to water them. He'll only notice when they wilt and he'll spend hours crying over it and feeling bad No, Knives isn't holding his laugh back when this happens, its just the allergies messing with him, he's just coughing.

Despite being incredibly ill, drumroll please... Vash has no allergies! He does have food restrictions, but hey, at least he can eat peanut butter!

Unlike his dear brother, he doesn't really watch after himself that well. Sure, he goes out on walks and spends an hour or two at the gym but dieting? Hell no, he's eating whatever he can, whenever he can.

Also, that man is as clumsy as it can get. He could be walking on a completely flat surface, and he'll still find a way to fall and hurt something.

Y'know how some people can tell when its gonna rain due to their joints hurting? Vash. Just... Vash. Everytime. But hey, at least everyone has their umbrellas always ready!

Like I mentioned with Knives, Vash loves video games! Simulators, RPG-s, point-and-click horror, anything! His favorite would definitely have to be 'Ori and the Will of the Wisps'. Loves the way it looks, and he always, and I mean always, cries when he sees Shrieks' backstory. The ending, too, makes him cry.

Also unlike Knives, he absolutely loves the multiplayer part of FF14. He'll spend hours of talking with people, making friends and just doing dumb shit.

Can't read notes for shit but will somehow make the most heart-wrenching tunes known to man when he gets ahold of his brothers piano. Knives will just stare at him, mouth agape, lowkey jealous...

Has plenty of cheesy, donut themed stuff around the house. Earrings, rings, cups with lil donuts on them, plates in the shape of a donut, shirts with donut puns, everything! This is due to Knives finally snapping and telling him to stop eating so much sugar every day. He is now allowed only 4 donuts per week.

He tends to get overwhelmed by beautiful scenery to the point of tears. Rem took them to a nearby forest once, near a stream during spring when flowers were in full bloom, and Vash ended up breaking down into tears because it was so beautiful to him.

Despite what Knives thinks, Vash doesn't always drink when he goes out. He does get drunk from time to time, but the cause of his clothes always smelling like alcohol is from constantly being on the dancefloor and bumping into people

Barely anyone knows about his condition, actually. He begged his professors not to tell anyone when he brought in the papers for the first time. As for his constant hospital visits, he'll just say he's 'unlucky' and got sick again, same goes for when he's gone for a couple of days/weeks.

That's it for now I think. If anyone has any questions or wants me to elaborate, I would absolutely love to do so🫡

#trigun #trigun college au #vash the stampede #millions knives #nai saverem #vash saverem #Finally got to talk about Knives you don't know how happy I am #also this is food for all my chronically ill Saverem twins truthers #glad I'm not the only one!!!

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saccharineflesh · 2 months

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G A E L ⋆˙⟡♡ P E R E I R A

w r i t i n g s ᯓ e s t a b l i s h e d ᯓ p I n t e r e s t ᯓ m o r e

Is that chay suede? Oh, no, that’s chistian gael pereira, a thirty five year old coo at Pereira Oil Co. who uses he/him pronouns. They currently live in Santa Moneda in Valparaíso, and the character they identify with most is Chuck Bass from Gossip Girl. Hopefully they find their own little paradise here in el país de los poetas!

Character Summary.

Born into a life of wealth and riches, Gael didn't ever need for much. At a young age he was in a car accident with his mother, which led to her losing the ability to walk. His father wasn't an affectionate man and ruled with an iron fist so Gael and he never got along. Over the years he'd do things specifically with the purpose to piss off his father even running off to Vegas to get married because he knew his family wouldn't approve. That didn't last very long and within six months of marriage Gael was manipulated back home where he belonged. Now, Gael is second in charge of an oil dynasty looking to expand it's resources to Chile where he now resides.

Profile.

Full name: Christian Gael Pereira Nicknames: Chrissy (family only) Age: thirty-five Birthdate: December 19 Zodiac Sigh: Sagittarius Gender/Pronoun: Him/He Sexuality: Pansexual Place of Birth: Dorchester, MA Residence: Santa Moneda, Valparaíso Occupations: COO of Pereira Oil Co. Languages Spoken: Portuguese, Spanish, English

Family.

Mother: Gloribel Marissa Pereira Father: Christian Arnaldo Pereira Siblings: Has one half-sister who he refuses to acknowledge

Headcanons.

+ traits - perfectionist, caring, innovative, tolerant, vibrant - traits - arrogant, impulsive, disruptive, stubborn, single-minded ♱ Has a 1 year old cat named Marco who he plays marco polo with. Marco does in fact respond, although not with an impressive 'polo' unfortunately. ♱ Loves to live life on the edge so anything thrilling/reckless/dangerous send it his way ♱ Does not drive anywhere, he has a personal chauffeur. ♱ He absolutely loves music and over the years taught himself how to play guitar and piano

The Past.

♱ trigger warnings ♱ car accident | depression

Christian Gael was born into an extremely wealthy family, but everything that he got was earned. His parents instilled in him from a very young age the importance of hard work, and making a name for himself regardless of their last name. They didn't want him to end up as just another spoiled rich kid.

His relationship with his mother is something Gael treasured. At the age of ten the two got into a car accident, which left his mother bound to a wheelchair for the remainder of her life. Gael blamed himself despite having no fault and promised himself he'd always stay near his mom. For the longest time his mother fell into a depression and refused to even speak.

His father on the other hand barely even spent time at home, and when he was present all Gael ever got were scoldings and judgements. Not soon after the incident with his mother, Gael witnessed his father's infidelity with a house employee. He didn't know what was happening at the time, being only ten or eleven years old, simply knew that it was wrong and he confronted his dad.

It took about a twenty minute conversation where he was manipulated into keeping the secret from his mother. Two years later his father brought home a little girl almost half his age claiming to be her father, and that they would live together as a family.

The betrayal that Gael felt has carried on to this day. He refuses to acknowledge her as a member of his family. He blames her for ruining his family and sees her as an extension of her home-wrecking mother. It didn't help that the moment she moved in her father showered her with gifts, and most heartbreakingly his love. Something that Gael never got from him.

While his mother still refused to speak, Gael could see how much pain his new housemate was bringing her which only infuriated him more. Being the mother that she was, Gloribel did her best to put her pain aside and raise his half-sister as her own while urging Gael to treat her well.

Tired of dealing with the mess of a house that his father had created, Gael moved out as soon as he was legally able to and did everything in his power to anger his father. It was no secret that he would be taking over the family company once Christian senior retired, but Gael had no plans of following in his father's footsteps at the time.

During one of his unavoidable family vacations, Gael met and quickly became infatuated with a woman he could only describe as 'godly'. Beauty unmatched, and a personality that made his toes curl. She (Poet) worked on the yacht, much to his father's dismay, and the two began seeing one another. It wasn't long after that they began traveling together and Gael felt what he could only assume was true love.

He had dated people from time to time, but they were pretentious and superficial - two words he could never use to describe Poet. They usually never lasted more than a month or two, but with her things were different. He couldn't get enough of her and after some years the two were running off to Vegas where they married.

After around six months of alluding and ignoring calls from his father, Gael's location was found and in the middle of the night a knock came to his door. He was given an ultimatum.

With little to no time to properly process or explain himself to Poet, Gael left her there and returned home with his father. Over the years he wondered what had become of her, and while he had all the means and opportunities to reach out as time went on, he didn't know what to expect. The uncertainly made him wait even longer and before he knew it years had gone by.

Despite not wanting to follow in his father's footsteps the thought of his half sister taking the company fueled his blood even more and so Gael focused his all on becoming the next C.E.O even pitching an expansion of the oil company to other countries which is how he found himself in Chile.

While all the legal process took form, Gael was tasked with securing locations for the expansion as well as looking into other competitors. This required him to temporarily move.

#valpohqintro

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aurora567 · 7 months

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Little Mouse Ch. 17

Warnings this fic will contain mature themes. Such as but not limited to teasing, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, very unhealthy relationships, some elements of non-con/rape, threesomes, drug use, breath play, voyeurism, branding, sex.

Summery: Rin meets some of some of the eight bullets and most importantly she meets Eri.

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Well not one part of that conversation had gone the way Rin anticipated for it to. And oddly, she found Overhaul a harder person to understand, he confused her all the more as she talked with him. Like he came himself to try and sooth her? Okay sure she was acting like a spoiled kid but still. The head of the Yakuza surely wouldn’t come talk with some random woman just to try and be polite. He didn’t strike her as that kind of person to put others above himself. No he did it to try and gain something. But what? Surely he wouldn’t tell her if she asked. He made it clear already he only answered her questions that he wanted to answer and ignored the others.

“Well I’m sure you're a busy man with being such a young head of a Yakuza group. I think I’ve taken up enough of your time,” that was her professional voice and way of telling him to leave. The few short months she spend working at the hospital had taught her very quickly how to remain sounding calm and professional while telling people to fuck off. And she did not hesitate to use that skill now while talking with the man in front of her.

And apparently that tone of voice did not go unnoticed by Overhaul as Rin watched his eyes squint a little at her. His lips pressed together and he seemed to be trying very hard not to just snap at her.

“Fine, I will leave. But I expect this childish behaviour of yours to end. Dinner will be brought up within the hour. If you do not wish to see me a second time tonight I would suggest you eat,” his voice was calm and cold as he glared at her with those bright gold eyes of his.

“Fine. But remember Overhaul remove the camera from my room or I’ll do it myself and you will not have working cameras any more,” she growled, refusing to back down. Which in turn stirred a number of different feelings within Kai as he watched the woman stand before him and cross her arms over her chest. No one ever threatened him. His natural reaction was to lash out. But he had no desire to actually hurt her, which also irritated him. What was it with this annoying woman that drew him into her? He had to know the answer.

“Do whatever you wish after all as I have said before you are not a prisoner. You're here as a loyal dog to Shigaraki. Just remember if you leave I no longer have to hold up my end of the deal,” was the threat he gave before he turned and left the room not allowing her to say anything to the rude comment or the threat.

She felt like ripping her hair out as her fingers roughly ran through her hair and over her scalp as she growled to herself. What an asshole. She almost wanted to chase after him and chew his ass out. First off she was no one's dog, there was nothing stopping her from walking out that door and through Overhaul's little secret base and out into the world. Actually now that she paused for a second there really was no reason for her not to leave. She could leave Overhaul and Shigaraki behind. Return home, pack her bags and just leave the country. Why not? What was keeping her in this hell hole?

She almost didn’t even realize she had reached for the door handle before she found herself pausing. Leaving would mean she wouldn’t see Dabi again. Not Toga, Twice or Mr. Compress. Why did that thought make her hesitate so much? Why did that thought make her chest hurt? Dragging her feet she moved over to throw herself onto the bed face first with a groan. Overhaul was right, she was a loyal dog after all. She wouldn’t be able to bring herself to leave and disappoint those she valued. Though when in the world did she become attached to a bunch of villains?

Ugh all these confusing feelings were making her head hurt and her chest ache at the reminder she couldn’t see any of them any time soon. She wondered if Dabi was even aware that for the last twenty four hours she had been gone. Did he know? Or better yet did he care? She could just imagine him shrugging his shoulders at Kurogiri for informing him that she had left under orders of Shigaraki to deal with keeping Overhaul happy. Hmmm sent from one man child to the next, she really was starting to feel like a full time babysitter.

The red head remained face down across the bed till a simple knock informed her that her dinner had arrived. Slowly she forced herself to crawl off of the bed to turn around in time to watch Chrono’s take the cart of old food out. The smell of warm fresh food had her mouth water and her stomach angerly growling at her. There was no way she was going to let this meal go to waist as her stomach demanded food. Still she was reluctant as she walked over to see what was on her menu for food. Rice and curry was what greeted her as she looked down at the dishes on the cart. It smelled like heaven as she grabbed the plate and started to dig into the meal. Not over the top spicy but it still had a nice flavour and bite to it. Might not have been a five star meal but it was still incredibly good.

Once she had emptied the plate she walked back over to sit down on the bed with a nice sigh feeling much better than she had all day long. Still she felt restless, or maybe it was just boredom that she was feeling? Either way she had no idea what to do with herself now that she wasn’t pacing or stuck in her own mind.

She found herself glancing over at the door. It wasn’t locked, never had been. She was willingly staying in the bedroom like a caged bird. Sure Chrono’s told her not to leave but if they truly didn’t want her to go walk around they would have locked the door. Right?

Now it was curiosity that drove her to get up and walk towards the door. Well the door knob didn’t burn or electrocute her so she took that as a good sign when she turned it and slowly opened the door before ever so carefully poking her head into the hallway. Of course it was empty just like when she was brought to the room. She gave it a solid minute before she slowly stepped out into the hallway. Well no one had come to stop her so then she must be allowed to leave the room. Now to head left or right? She completely wasn’t sure which way to go but after a second of thought she figured she didn’t want to go back the way she came. So instead she headed to the left and continued down the hall figuring she may as well try and explore the place. Though trying to remember the way she came from was going to be a problem. But oh well that was a concern for later.

Hall after hall were all white, nothing changed they all seemed to be so similar. The odd doors were all that lined the walls. Her sneakers squealed softly against the tiled floor beneath her as she walked. That noise filled her ears as it was the only thing that broke the heavy silence. It was surprising she had not encountered anyone yet. It felt kind of odd. It was a group right? So there had to be a number of people who worked for Overhaul besides the two she had met earlier. How many men had there been when she first encountered the group? She couldn’t remember everything that had happened as she had turned her attention to Compress. But still did the entire gang just hide in one of the rooms she never looked into?

Finally the heavy silence was broken with what sounded like talking? Was it people or a tv? She wasn’t sure but she was silently very happy to learn that the building wasn’t some weird abandoned place. Letting her ears lead the way she wove through the empty hauls till she came to an area with a large archway entry. It almost looked like a living room. A tv sat along one wall while a large couch and a few smaller ones sat across from the tv.

Apparently those sitting in the room had not noticed her enter as she stood in the archway. Some extreme boxing match or something of that nature was on the tv, the two men sitting in the room bickered softly over said choice of the tv channel. They must have either felt completely comfortable that the place was safe or that they could beat anyone who attempted to attack them if they had not noticed her step into the room. Ugh she hated how her mind was starting to work, she was growing oddly paranoid for someone who wasn’t actually running from anyone. But still she was learning first hand what happened in the shadows and how quick or easily someone may want to try and kill you.

Both men seemed rather tall even though they were sitting down. The one had long shaggy light brown hair the other sported shorter spiked blonde hair. Almost reminded her of that school kid Shiggy kidnapped. But the hair was shorter and a slightly different shade not nearly as light.

“Are you going to continue standing there or join us?” The question came from the blonde; it was clearly not aimed at the man sitting beside him.

“What the hell?” The big man asked before turning his head at the blonde before cranking it further back to look at her. A plague mask just like Overhaul was wearing when she first met him though maybe not as decorated as this one just seemed solid black and large enough to cover his entire face.

“I was simply curious to see if I would be noticed. For Overhauls lacky I expected you to notice me sooner,” she said softly with a soft shrug of her shoulders as if she possessed some sort of new found bravery, or stupidity she wasn’t sure yet.

“I noticed you right away. But what’s a girl going to do?” Was the blonde insinuating she was weak? Yes yes he was. That had her lips press together unimpressed with his assumption.

“Why the hell did Overhaul bring some weak woman in?” The large brute of a man asked. She assumed it was a question meant for his blonde companion but still she snapped at him.

“You really shouldn’t assume someone’s weak just cause they are a woman,” she growled at the brunette. Which in turn just had him burst out in a hearty laugh. Was he mocking her? He must have been. Her glare became more intense as she watched him as he calmed down.

“Fine then prove to me you're strong,” he encouraged her as he stood up, actually turning to face her. Well fuck he was a hell of a lot taller and wider than she had first thought while sitting down. She almost cried out that she's a healer not a warrior. Damn she was really starting to sound like Shiggy.

“I’m not so stupid as to pick a fight I couldn’t win. You are not only taller and wider but I am aware you're stronger than me. I’m also unaware of your quirk. But based on the build of your body it’s most likely a close combat combatable quirk. Which would already put me at a disadvantage,” she said simply as she watched the man walk up to her. She literally had to crank her neck at a weird angle to look up at him.

“So you're weak and scared,” he said simply, still just completely irritating her. Which had her nearly snarl at the man. Clearly he was not the brightest light bulb in the room.

“Rappa. If you hurt her, master Overhaul will be very mad with you,” the blonde was quick to warn his large friend about how his actions may bring on the wrath of their leader. Though hearing that warning only seemed to excite the large man before her.

“Maybe he will fight me again then,” the brunette called out before attempting to reach out and grab her. His large arm had been aimed to sweep her waist up and toss her over his shoulder. But Rin had been quick to jump away having been expecting him to lash out much earlier.

“I’m a doctor not a fighter. And I was sent here on Shigaraki’s orders. Fighting with you would bring shame to Shigaraki,” she said, trying her hardest to backpedal her way out of this fight.

“Come Rappa you would win that fight without any effort. You heard the woman, she is smarter than you but not stronger. You would find it too boring fighting her,” the blonde said, trying to coax the big fella back to his spot on the couch where they had been before she had interrupted them. Though a sudden idea did come to her. If the man was accustomed to fighting close combat he may make a good training partner. If he didn’t kill her first at least.

She slowly followed the two before taking a seat at a completely different couch before once again looking at the tv taking in the sport channel they were apparently on.

“Let me guess the big guy picked the tv station?” She asked with a glance at the blonde man. Who simply nodded his head.

“I guess I should introduce myself since I’m probably gonna be stuck here for a while. Rin Nakano,” she said with a bow of her head as both men looked at her a little oddly. What? Was it the fact she had chosen to join them? Cuase fuck watching guys beat the shit out of each other was still better than staying in her room. Or was it the fact she was trying to be polite now?

“He is Kendo Rappa, and I am Hekiji Tengia,” the blonde said, introducing both of them. Now she took a moment to take them both in. The blonde was dressed rather traditionally for this day and age. It seemed rare to see people casually wearing yukata and geta on their feet. Though his closed eyed gaze was oddly off putting. Maybe he was the most dangerous one out of the two. Sure Rappa seemed strong but he was stupid. For all she knew he could just swing those large fists wildly and have no real strategies which would be harder to predict but as long as she avoided being hit she could out think him. But the blonde was clearly smarter. And that could be even more dangerous.

Rappa no longer seemed interested in her as he was zoned in on the fight going on on the tv. And so Rin let the conversation die not really caring if she attempted to carry on. These were not her friends or comrades. But still some human interaction was good for her. This was still better than being stuck in her bedroom doing shit all. So she would suck it up and watch the match. Though it became very apparent quickly that Rappa was far more entertaining to watch than the actual fight itself. The man got so worked up watching the match. And it was clear he had actual training for the sport. He clearly knew the rules, criticized the fighters and bitched about how they can’t fight to the death. Great another person with a few screws loose. Though this one you may actually hear rattling if you shook his head.

“You seem to know a lot about the sport. Are you a really big fan?” She asked simply, trying to look as innocent as possible as she softly tilted her head and smiled at the man. Though she was kind of digging for information. But this was actually something she wanted to know for herself. Some boxing training may not be bad for her. Though Rin was completely unaware of how shocked and mildly flustered the man became by her question and the look she gave him thanks to the mask he was wearing covering his entire face. Though that trick didn’t work as well on the blonde as he remained quite, simply watching her closely.

“I used to fight in an underground ring. Less rules and regulations. But it wasn’t as fun as I had wanted. I was too strong, could never let loose with my quirk,” yep that answered the questions she had. So he was indeed much stronger than herself. Though it was still a vague enough answer to not tell her what his quirk was, which she did want to know.

“Ah, that makes sense. You sounded too passionate to be just a regular fan. I figured you must have had some level of experience in the sport,” she said simply, still forcing the charming look over at the man. The blonde man though seemed stiff and had oddly remained quiet. He clearly didn’t trust her, though she didn’t trust him. Seemed they shared that mutual mistrust of each other at least.

And so that’s how she spent her evening watching between sports matches and Rappa’s excitement and energy. It wasn’t till she let out a yawn and stretched as she stood up that both men followed her to their feet. Which had the woman raise an eyebrow at them.

“You should head back to your room for the night. We can show you the way back,” the blonde said, answering her unasked questions since it seemed he was the only one who had noticed it.

“That would be nice. Cause to be honest I have no clue where I even am. I’ve only been here a day,” she said, falling into step behind the two men allowing them to lead the way through the wide halls back to her room. To which both left her without a word before retreating back down the hall.

“Well that went better than she expected,” she hummed to herself as she walked into the room. Locked off her pants she had been wearing and crawled into bed. Not like it mattered if Overhaul caught a quick peek at her panties. The man had fucking bought them he knew exactly what she was wearing surely. Once in bed her bra quickly joined the pants before she happily relaxed curling up in the warm sheets and letting her mind go blank as sleep took over.

The next morning Rin was woken by the knocking at her door before Chrono’s wheeled the food cart into her room. Ugh it felt too early for her to be getting up but the smell of food was too enticing. With half lid eyes and messy red hair Rin sat up turning a glare at the man who didn’t say a word before he turned and left her room closing the door behind him. Of course the man didn’t say a word to her just left the food and got the fuck out of her room as if she was some diseased ridden rat.

Even those two men she had met the night before had talked to her more than Chrono’s had in the last few days she has spent as their captive or guest as overhaul would correct her. Though she still felt like she had no say in any of this. But hey at least she wasn’t eating cold microwaveable meals. Thinking about food had her stomach growl as she wrapped the blankets around her as the clothes she had been wearing the other day sat on the floor by the bed. Everything but the panties she wore as she stripped them off once under the safety of the blankets from any prying eyes. Rin had completely grown accustomed to sleeping naked lately since clothes were not worth the hassle of putting on when she slept as Dabi would rip them off before she fell asleep and often once he was awake too.

But having to hide under the blanket was annoying as she grabbed the cart and pulled it over towards the bed and sat down to start digging into the large array of food and options. Some are traditional Japanese breakfast options, but then there was a plate of pancakes also available. It almost seemed like whoever was cooking her meals had no idea what to make her to keep her happy and so just made a ton of options. The pancakes looked good as she dug into them. Though a lot sweeter than she would typically eat for breakfast it was still nice for a change. Though it still didn’t sit well with her being watched. So of course as she ate the food her left hand raised up and out of the blankets as her middle finger on its own rose up alone. She was sure the man was watching to see if she would eat her breakfast and what she was eating. So she was sure that he was getting an eye full of her flipping him off. She could only hope it pissed him off.

Hmm maybe that is how she would spend her morning after eating. She ate a bit of almost everything before getting up off the bed. Still in the blanket she walked to the closet before finally deciding on a simply grey t-shirt and dark grey shorts. Seemed better than all the annoying looking dresses in the closet. Now that she was dressed she started to hunt along the walls and every corner. She was well aware cameras nowadays could be made incredibly tiny, which was going to make it hard looking for them by hand. But still she had to try as she hunted every inch of the room for a camera of some sort. Of course to her dismay she came up empty handed. Still she wouldn’t let it go, there had to be cameras or else Overhaul would have surely rebutted her claim at him watching her. But instead he admitted the compound was covered in cameras.

But she was just working herself into a sour mood as she growled unhappy at coming up empty handed on her search for the hidden cameras in her room. So what does the angry woman decide to do? Leave her room and hunt down Overhaul wanting to find him and once again she’s his ass out for watching her. Damn it she wanted privacy and the freedom to sleep naked without fear.

Turning the way which Chrono’s had brought her down she tried to remember the path they had taken the night she arrived and where the office room Overhaul had used was. After all, it seemed like that room was actually used. Though finding said room proved to be a bit more difficult than she expected as she aimlessly roamed the halls.

Maybe Lady Luck was on her side finally as she turned a corner and spotted the man she had been on the hunt for walking down the hall. She had not even noticed the man and child behind him as she simply stormed towards him.

“Overhaul we need to have a word,” she growled as she stormed up towards him before pausing as she finally noticed the man in a white coat with a plague mask sitting over his face hiding his identity. She paused and arched an eyebrow before she spotted the young girl. She looked no older than six, her arms and legs bandaged up and she seemed to be wearing a dress that didn’t look like it was much more than a potato sack. Chisaki was watching her reaction and quickly noticed the way the woman softened up and looked almost concerned for the kid in his man’s arms.

“Who’s the kid?” She asked as she stepped past Chisaki towards the poor idiot holding the kid, which had turned out to be Chrono’s but she was unaware of that. This seemed to draw the girl’s eyes over to look at the red headed woman. Or maybe it was the fact that the man holding her had stopped walking that had the scared looking girl blinking tear filled eyes over at the woman.

“Eri. But now is not the time Rin,” Chisaki growled, warning the woman but that wouldn’t stop her. An odd motherly instinct seemed to kick in as the woman stepped past Overhaul and towards Chrono’s who held the crying child.

So this was Eri? This was the kid Overhaul had said he wanted her to babysit. It was a young scared kid. But where the hell did he get a kid? Then again Rin truly feared the answer to that question.

“I’m here because you wanted a babysitter. Now hand over the kid,” she snapped at the dark haired man which had his eyes become slits as he glared at her. Poor Chrono’s was looking back and forth between them. Unsure if he should just hand over the child. And yet when he didn’t the glare he received was almost enough to make the man feel uneasy. His eyes darted back and forth though Rin couldn’t see it. And yet when she still demanded the child in her own arms she listened as Overhaul sighed before nodding his head at Chrono’s who slowly and hesitantly handed over the crying child.

“If you need us Overhaul I’m sure you’ll be able to come find us,” she growled before holding the poor child to her chest and turning on her heel to walk away from the two men leaving them standing in the hall watching her as she silently walked away.

“Why do you put up with her insubordination? The woman has no manners…” Chrono’s was complaining before Chisaki snapped at him mid sentence not having the patients any more to deal with the man’s complaint.

“Enough Chrono’s. What I decide to do about the woman is none of your concern!” Chisaki growled at the man who was one of a few people he would consider a friend. Which in turn had the man bowing his head at Chisaki.

“Sorry, please forgive me Overhaul,” Chrono said quickly as he bowed low to the head of the Shie Hassaikai. Chisaki didn’t say a word for the apology and instead turned to head back down the hall as he had been doing before the interruption. He felt the need to go for a bath needing to wash away the disgusting germs that felt to cling to his skin.

Rin headed back towards her bedroom not saying a word as she carried the poor child who didn’t say a word as her face was buried into Rin’s shirt. Trying to put as much space between herself and Overhaul before she tried to talk to the kid. Victims will almost never openly talk in front of their captures. Was it some motherly instinct kicked in or was this her hero training that kicked in as she fought the urge to run off with the kid in her arms. But that would not go over well, clearly the kid was important for something. But what? Rin didn’t have a clue but maybe she could find out from the poor kid in her arms.

Once the hallway became empty and no one seemed to be chasing her so she slowed down her quick pace looking down at the poor girl.

“Your name is Eri right?” Rin asked softly as she looked down at the girl hoping for an answer. Which she did get as the slightest bit of a head nod.

“That’s a very cute name. My name is Rin,” she said, her voice still nice and soft hoping to be able to coax the kid from her scared little shell.

“I’m going to be babysitting you for a bit,” she said after a second of silence as it seemed the poor thing was still scared. Her hands had tightly gripped at Rin’s shirt. Maybe it was her hero training that finally kicked into overdrive or some weird motherly instinct but she couldn’t in her right mind let the kid go. Her own arms tightened their grip softly on her.

“As long as I have you no harm will come to you,” she said softly as she felt the small body in her arms shake. Now where was her room? As much as she didn’t like the thought of locking herself away it was still the closest thing to safe space she had.

Finally finding the door she had left open so she knew it would be hers she stepped into the room, closing the door behind her softly before walking over and sitting down on the bed cradling the small body against her. Her right hand moved up to softly start petting the girl's hair trying to sooth her silent crying. Rin simply chose to try and wait for the girl to calm down on her own, unsure if talking in that moment would do her any good.

Finally her breathing evened out, her small body stopped shaking. Though the tiny hands never let go of her shirt. But still it was an improvement since she had nearly ripped the girl from Chrono’s arms.

“No,” the soft little angelic voice whispered which broke the silence as Rin’s hand paused before it continued to stroke the girl's long soft hair.

“No what? Eri?” She asked softly, unsure what the girl was talking about.

“No you’re not safe around me. Bad things happen to people,” The poor child cried which in turn just had the red haired woman hugging her even closer.

“Don’t worry Eri nothing bad will happen. I’ll be extra careful,” She whispered into the girl’s hair as she tried to soothe the crying child. Still, what did the kid mean? Was this a warning about Overhaul? If he was keeping the kid as a prison she must have been important to him for some reason. But what? Or why was she important? Did Overhaul kill anyone who tried to protect the girl or take her? Probably which meant she was going to need to be even more careful around the man.

“No it won’t be enough,” the child cried into her shoulder, completely pulling at every heart string Rin had.

“Don’t worry Eri I’m not as weak as I look. I used to be a hero. I can take care of myself and I’ll make sure to take care of you as well. You do not need to worry any more,” Rin said, trying her best to soothe the child.

“A hero?” Well at least that seemed to grab the kids attention and helped in keeping more tears from streaming down her face.

“Yep. I trained to be a hero. Still even have my license,” She said softly, rather happy to see that the poor kid was able to open up a little and seemed to be at least slightly distractible.

“But you're not anymore?” She asked softly, pulling away just enough to look up at Rin with her wide red eyes.

“No, I decided last year I wanted to help people in a different way. I joined the healthcare system. I help people when they are sick or hurt,” Rin said as she watched the kid look up at her with wide eyes. At least now the tears had stopped their free flowing down her cheeks.

“Are you hurt Eri?” Rin finally asked as she looked down at the bandages that wrapped around all four of her appendages.

“No,” That was the softest no Rin had ever heard which made her think the kid was lying. But getting rough to try and pull the bandages off of her or trying to push for the proper answer would not be a good idea with a child who was abused.

“Well if you ever hurt yourself you just come to me Eri. I’ll heal you up,” Rin said and actually had the side of the kids lips lifted up a little.

“And if anyone ever hurts you, you can tell me and I’ll make everything better,” She said though saying this didn't seem to be the best thing as the small smile vanished as fast as it had appeared. Eri wasn’t stupid, one glance around the baron room told her that this room held no familiarity to the woman she was holding on to for dear life. Did that mean they were in the same boat? The fear that the strange woman would endure the same treatment as herself had the young girl bursting into tears all over again which completely surprised Rin.

“No! No you can’t,” The girl cried as she looked up at Rin who was struggling not to let the shock show on her face, unsure of what upset the girl so much.

“It’s okay Eri. You don’t need to worry about me. When I say I’ll do something I will do it no matter what. So you don’t have to worry. I also have some very strong friends. They wouldn’t let anything happen to me either so don’t worry,” Rin said, giving the kid a reassuring soft smile. This seemed to calm the girl down a little bit at least allowing her tears to once again dry up.

Not wanting to push her luck Rin remained silent allowing the two of them to sit together just holding one another. This alone seemed to calm the kid down even more till her soft breathing told Rin that the kid had fallen asleep in her arms. A warm smile pulled at her lips as she hugged the kid. So sweet and so innocent, Rin felt the need to help her. But how? Taking the girl and running would surely be useless. Even if she could get herself and the kid out of the compound Overhaul would never let them get far. And fighting for her was really not an option. Shigaraki would also probably be pissed and see that as her betraying him. Even if she could find a cop or hero to help her, she would most likely be arrested. Rin needed to remain calm and collected thinking and acting rashly would only get her into trouble. She needed to think of a way out that won't get herself or the kid killed. This was far from an ideal situation. She was going to need time to think of a plan, but did Eri or herself have time? That was the most concerning question.

The two stayed that way even as Rin herself was drifting off to sleep before a knock and her door just swinging open to reveal Chrono’s started both of them awake, though one was more awake than the other.

“Get lost,” Rin growled at the man who just simply looked at her incredibly unimpressed.

“It is time for Eri to return to her bedroom,” Chrono said simply as he walked towards the duo which had the girl in Rin’s arms shaking.

“Touch her and I will gladly rip your hand off. Eri can stay in my room tonight. If Overhaul has an issue with that then he himself can come and pry her from me,” Rin stood her ground tightening her arms around the poor child she refused to give up. Which in turn had Chrono’s glaring at the woman. He seemed incredibly unhappy with her but Rin didn’t care. The stare down was on and she refused to lose.

“Fine. Is there any other information I should pass along to Overhaul as well?” His words couldn’t hold any more venom if he tried but it's not like Rin cared.

“Yeah I think Eri could use some new toy’s,” Rin said with a snort though she had no clue what toys the kid had but still she oddly said it anyways. With a simple nod of his head the man wordlessly left the two alone in the bedroom.

“See. I promised that I’ll protect you,” Rin said, nuzzling her nose into the kid's hair. Which in turn had the child instantly seem to relax a little more in her arms.

“How about we lay down in bed and enjoy this sleepover?” She asked a little worried she would otherwise fall asleep sitting up against her head board at this rate.

“Okay,” The girl said, crawling off her lap so the two could crawl under the blankets together as the young child once again snuggled up against her chest and held her shirt tightly as if Rin would suddenly disappear if the kid blinked her eyes.

“Good night Eris’s,” Rin whispered softly. There was a muffled reply which she assumed was a good night back but was too muffled by Rin’s shirt.

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