#his dad took all of these except the baby photo

[jimmyscanongf]

looking through old photos

[yasministration]

Love, Mum and Dad - Harry, James x reader

summary: Harry gets the memory book you and James made for him to open on his 17th birthday, but he gets it a little sooner, and discovers things about the family he could have had. (angst/fluff) wc: 2.8k

Sirius didn’t know if it was the time to give Harry the memory book. The gift you’d planned on building until Harry was 17, when you’d finally give it to him. At James’s bachelor party — a small gathering between him, Sirius, Frank Longbottom and the Prewett twins (You had claimed Remus for your bachelorette), James had excitedly revealed what you’d told him. “She said, I want to start collecting all our memories from when we started dating to make a memory book. A memory book that we can keep making until our future baby is an adult, and then we’ll give it to him.” The boys had all cheered, giving James a few pats on the back. “So apparently she wants us to have a son, and I know exactly what I want to name him.” He had joyfully laughed along with the others, refusing to reveal the name of his future boy, claiming that it’s somehow bad luck.

Now that Harry was actually here at Grimmauld Place, even at the age of 15, Sirius knew he had to give him the book. Sirius knew Harry was insecure, doubting that anyone loved him at all, and especially facing such dark times, he knew Harry could use the love of his parents, a love that had saved his life once before.

Harry was a wanderer, he couldn’t sleep at night, so Sirius was not surprised to find him in his family’s make shift library, scanning through all the outdated titles. Sirius made himself known by clearing his throat from where he stood in the doorway. Harry jumped, spinning around to look at Sirius, who held the memory book in his right hand. Harry’s godfather told him to follow him to a private room, one with a pensieve he hadn’t seen before. “This is from your parents. They wanted to give it to you when you became an adult, but given the circumstances���” Sirius averted his teary gaze as Harry took the book in his hands, flicking through the pages, his breath becoming heavier as he caught glimpses of moving images in the book.

“Each and every memory… Just don’t forget to put them back.” And with that, a teary eyed Sirius left Harry alone. When Harry properly opened the first page of the photo book, he found small tubes with glimmering memories next to each photo. His breath shook. He looked at the first picture.

The first image of you and James had been taken from afar, as though someone had been spying on you. When he released the memory into the pensieve below, he quickly learned that Sirius and Remus had been the ones spying on you, on your first date. Harry had laughed, listening to Sirius constantly narrating everything to a muggle camera he held, watching as he and Remus quickly ran behind people to avoid being seen by you. Harry quickly learned through these memories that not every memory would make him laugh, and that he would actually shed a few more tears than intended.

This next memory was different than all the other celebrations — the anniversaries, the weddings — Harry realised, as he watched you nervously tuck your hair behind your ear. You were in the kitchen of the house you and James had just moved into. It wasn’t decorated yet, with the exception of a single image of you and James on your wedding day. Your entire house was barely furnished, with James taking on all the building due to the growing baby in your belly. Harry jumped up on the counter to watch the scene in front of him unfold. You had a worried crease between your eyebrows, and you leaned back on the counter, staring at the warm batch of cookies you had baked. James walked in front of you with a smile, his arms sliding under your sweater to rest on your small bump — one Harry hadn’t realised was present until James brought it to his attention. Harry hopped off the counter, taking slow steps towards you to admire your baby bump. He tried reaching out to touch it, but his hand went right through you.

“What if they say no James, what if they don’t want to?” You asked worriedly, looking up at James. “Baby,” James started with a chuckle, “They’re going to be the most excited people on earth.” You huffed doubtfully, a small pout on your lips that James happily pressed his lips to. “James.” You muttered, but before your new husband could reply, the front door slammed open. “Honey, I’m home!” Sirius loudly called, causing you and James to laugh, though you had clear distress laced in your voice. “I really don’t know why we keep apparating outside your front door when we just end up barging in anyway.” Sirius announced as he walked into the kitchen. “Oh hey, cookies!”“I for one, suggested to knock.” Clarified Remus as he followed his boyfriend into the room. James moved from where he stood in front of you so that your best friends could see you.

James tutted, snatching the plate of freshly bakes cookies from the table just as Sirius reached out to take one, causing the boy to frown. “In the living room.” The two boys went silent, Sirius running a hand through his hair as Remus nervously tugged on the sleeves of his sweater. James gestured to the door, letting the boys wander out so that he could wrap his free arm around your waist, tugging you close to his side to kiss your cheek.

Harry eagerly followed you all into the living room, which he noticed looked painfully bare. It looked like something that was becoming a family’s first home, though it wasn't quite there yet. There were so many pictures laid out on the coffee table, empty picture frames stacked beside them. In a corner of the room, tools were scattered on the floor, wooden parts and instructions beside them. Harry theorised that it might be a crib in the making.

“Okay, sit down, have a cookie.” You said, hands clasped in front of you. You took in a deep breath as Remus and Sirius both cautiously reached for a cookie, watching as James hugged you from behind, his hands snaking around your waist to rest on your stomach. He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, and decided to take initiative when you opened and closed your mouth a couple of times. “So you guys know we’re having a baby.” The two boys nodded, and Harry watched closely as Sirius put a hand on Remus’s thigh. “We want you guys to be the godparents!” You squeaked loudly, physically cringing as you revealed the information.

“Shut up!” Sirius screamed, immediately jumping up on his feet with a giant smile on his face as he ran up to hug you. James threw his hands up in the air jealously, watching his best friend hug his wife, and accepting the hug Remus offered him. “This is what you baked cookies for?” Remus asked with a smile when he let go of James to wrap his arms around you tightly. You nodded, tears filling your eyes, and Remus pulled you close to his chest as you sniffled. “So is that a yes?” Your question was immediately answered by the two boys, with Sirius saying “This calls for drinks!” before apologising profusely as he immediately realised that you could, in fact, not drink. This time when you laughed at his words, it was genuine.

Harry was smiling widely, desperate to join in on the shared hugs when he took notice of the lump in his throat that made it hard to swallow. Not wanting to cry, the teenager left the memory, returning it to its glass tube before putting the next one in the pensieve.

This time, Harry is somewhere new. Somewhere he’s never been before. A warm house, with a similar atmosphere to the Burrow. There’s bustling energy, and a special kind of joy in the air. The only person Harry recognises in the room is Sirius, who leads a woman into the living room of the house with an arm familiarly thrown over her shoulder. The woman looks like someone he knows, but he can’t tell who. It’s only when the mysterious woman is led towards an unknown man that it clicks for Harry. His father is the spitting image of the man in front of him, and therefore, so is he. “Oh Euphemia, I can’t believe we’re meeting our grandbaby.” The man says, hugging his wife tightly. The pair doesn’t look nearly old enough to have grandchildren, they barely look like they’re in their 40s. Someone comes in from the garden door, saying “I’ve picked the apples for you Mrs. Potter, is there anything else I can do?” But she only thanks Remus, who's wrapped in countless warm layers of clothing, asking him to put the apples in the kitchen.

There’s two soft knocks on the front door, and the entire room goes silent as James’s parents rush to open the door. James shyly smiles at them, his arm protectively wrapped around your side. Euphemia immediately bursts into tears when her eyes land on you and your newborn baby, only a few days old. Fleamont wraps his arms around his son, who instantly begins crying like his mother, and Remus ushers you into the house, closing the door behind you to protect you from the chilly weather. Euphemia wants to hug you, but she's too busy wiping her tears away as she asks questions about your health and delivery, making sure you’re okay. You nudge your husband’s side, and he happily takes Harry from your arms, showing him off to the other three men in the room.

Euphemia hugs you tightly before leading you to sit down and instantly handing you some tea. She lets the men rave over the little baby boy, but she’s concerned for the new mother's health. It doesn’t take long for James to come back to your side carrying Harry in his arms, and he takes his mother’s place next to you on the couch. He doesn’t let anyone hold Harry, too happy to finally be able to hold him himself after you've spent nine months doing so. Present Harry walks across the room, between Sirius and his grandfather, over the gifts on the floor and past his beautiful grandmother to sit on the arm of the couch next to you. He looks at his young sleeping figure, only born days ago, and knows how much he is loved. By his parents, grandparents, godparents, and all your friends and family.

And he knows it’s too much. All Harry ever wanted was for his parents to be alive, and the thought of the life he could be living with them right now makes him feel as though his heart has been ripped out of his chest. He would do anything to be back in that position again: in his parents’ arms, a joyful family around him. He didn’t even need his grandparents there; you two would have been enough.

Harry needs to take a moment for himself when he finally breaks away from his memory. He leans on a table for support, taking in heaving breaths as he sobs and sobs, tears dripping on the ground. The small glass tube containing the memory rolls onto the floor and Harry dives to catch it, holding it close to his chest as pain runs through his entire body. These memories should have made him happy, he thinks, so why do they hurt so much? Harry gasps for oxygen, trying to urge his panic and sadness away, trying to turn it into happiness for the things he had, for the love he still has. Slowly, he pushes himself off the ground, moving all the way to the last page of your memory book and taking out the corresponding tube.

When Harry is sucked into the pensieve again, the atmosphere has completely changed. He’s located back at home again, in Godric’s Hollow, where you and James had built your forever home. The sole sight of the homey and safe atmosphere has tears clouding Harry’s vision again, but his feet bring him further down the entryway and into the living room of your house. The first thing Harry does is take in the sight of the decorated house, made to look like his very own heaven. The lighting is warm, photos of family and friends hung up on the wall next to the fireplace. The room is filled with plants, and a small crib was placed next to an armchair. And here you are: sat there with James on the couch, sharing a passionate kiss. The moment is intimate, with your legs tangled up and James’s hand cupping your jaw, but Harry can’t bring himself to look away from you. “James.” He hears you mumble in the kiss, eyes fluttering open as you let James’s familiarity envelop you. “My sweetheart.” James echoes, his eyes still shut as he immerses himself in the moment.

Harry gulps loudly, harshly wiping a tear off his cheek as he watches his dad’s eyes slowly open, a wide smile forming on his face when he finds your eyes already on him. You laugh softly as your husband kisses you again, but you instantly pull away from him, eyes going wide with alert. Harry frowns, his expression matching his father’s, and that’s he he hears it: the soft padding of feet on the floor, and a quiet call of “Mama?” Harry’s eyes are instantly glued to his younger self, appearing around the corner on wobbly feet.

Your body runs past him in a flash, travelling across the living room on quick feet to kneel in front of your son. Young Harry makes grabby hands at you, and you immediately scoop him up in your arms, speaking to him in a soft whisper. “What’s wrong sweetheart? You hungry?” You ask, cradling him in your arms. Young Harry makes an incomprehensible noise, and Harry laughs in adoration. He has to be a year or two in this memory. Harry glances back to where James now stands up, walking over to his family, where he wraps his arms around both of you, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Think he’s hungry.” You tell your husband, who hums, leading you to the couch to sit down. James helps you pull your jumper up just enough for baby Harry to latch on to your breast, humming in innocent satisfaction. You smile down at him, running a hand through his soft short hair. James carefully wraps an arm around your shoulder, letting you rest your head on his shoulder as you blink tiredly. Harry stares at the perfect image of the family in front of him, and soon enough, realises he’s not the only one crying. James is sniffling next to you, taking in shaky breaths in a poor attempt not to disturb you or baby Harry. You lift your head off your husband’s shoulder to look up at him, and smile lovingly at him, a hand lifting off the back of Harry’s head to wipe at James’s tears. “James.” You whisper, and he instantly opens his mouth, voice breaking as he says “I love you both so, so much.” And his words have a sob wracking out of present Harry’s chest.

He floats out of the memory just as you bring James into a short kiss, the sight of him being loved by his parents the last thing he sees before finding himself standing at the foot of the pensieve again. Harry shuts the memory book, closing his eyes tightly — it’s enough for one lonesome night. But something catches his attention as his hand rests on the back of the book. An odd texture under his fingertips, forming crevices into the leather. Harry’s eyes flutter open, and he notices a gold engraving into the book. Engravings that form letters, words. A note.

Dear Harry,

You’re finally an adult!!! You can do anything you ever wanted, even without our permission. And move out if we’re too annoying sometimes, though that feels wrong to write with you sitting in front of us as a little baby boy. We just wanted you to know that no matter where you are, or what you’re doing, we’ll always support you and be here for you. And not just us, everyone in this book, everyone who forms your family.

We love you so much Harry, and even though you’re all grown now, you’ll always be our baby, just like in these first memories.

Love,

Mum and Dad

To say the least, Harry doesn't sleep that night.

[teamackles96]

Just Needed A Minute

summary: It's time for your baby shower and Dean is nowhere to be seen.

pairing: Dean Winchester x reader (so much fluff)

wordcount: 1370

You couldn’t believe it—it was the day of your baby shower. As a hunter, you never thought this day would come. But here it was. Your mom and Mary had insisted on throwing a party to celebrate your pregnancy, knowing how rarely your families got to gather for something joyful.

A yellow sundress hugged your seven-month bump, flattering the new shape of your body. You’d even curled your hair and put on a touch of makeup—something you rarely had an excuse to do. Smiling at your reflection, you stepped out and made your way to the library, where the party was being held.

The old room had been completely transformed. Blue and pink balloons floated above tables draped in matching streamers and decorations. Your mom and Mary had gone all out, doing their best to make the typically serious space feel warm and welcoming. The soft golden glow from the scattered lamps gave the whole party a cozy, comforting feel.

Your eyes swept over the room, landing on the familiar faces of your loved ones scattered at various stations. Mary, Jody, and your mom were laughing over glasses of wine while decorating baby onesies. The three of them had hit it off instantly—it felt like watching old friends catch up.

Just behind them, at another table, your dad, Bobby, and John appeared to be deep in conversation. It might’ve looked serious if not for the fact that they were each attempting to drink beer from baby bottles. Bobby and John were growing increasingly frustrated with the containers while your dad struggled to hide his amusement.

Across the room, the party games were in full swing. Cas, blindfolded, was doing his best to follow Sam’s instructions on how to change a diaper. You stifled a laugh as Sam tried to keep his voice calm, clearly on the edge of exasperation. Cas, meanwhile, had the diaper completely upside down—but you decided not to mention it.

Next to them, Charlie and Jack were completely engrossed in a jar filled with multicolored dummies. The challenge was simple: guess the number of dummies in the jar. Closest wins. But, of course, those two were taking it way too seriously. Charlie was trying to calculate the volume of each dummy, while Jack attempted to count them one by one through the glass.

And Dean was—

Your gaze drifted around the room. No sign of him.

Rather than interrupt the fun to ask someone, you quietly slipped out to check the kitchen.

You opened the door to find the room empty—except for a single unopened beer resting on the steel counter. You were about to turn and leave when you saw a hand rise slowly from behind the counter, followed by the familiar hiss of a bottle opening.

There he was—Dean Winchester, beer in hand, his lap covered in old photographs. He hadn’t noticed you waddling into the kitchen, too focused on the photo he was holding: a faded image of him and Sam as kids.

“Hiding?” you asked gently.

Dean jumped slightly at your voice, clearly thinking he’d been alone. His green eyes met yours, softening when he realized it was you.

“Hey, sweetheart. I just needed a minute.”

You frowned at the exhaustion in his expression and slowly made your way over to him.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just—” He leaned his head back against the steel cabinet, closing his eyes for a moment.

Your gaze shifted to the photos spread across his lap. They were snapshots of his childhood, a few of you mixed in too. You recognized them—pictures your families had collected for a scrapbook.

You made a decision then—one you would immediately regret—to try sitting on the floor beside him. It took some effort (and a very ungraceful huff), but you managed to settle next to him, surprising him a little.

You nudged a few empty beer bottles aside and laid your head on his shoulder, wrapping your arm around his.

“It’s weird, right?”

“What is?” Dean lifted his head, looking at you.

“Seeing your life through photographs,” you murmured, lifting a picture of him and Sam grinning in the back of the Impala.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “I just remember the training, the traveling from motel to motel… It’s nice to see there were some moments worth remembering.”

“Of course there were.” You shifted so your chin rested on his shoulder, looking up at him. His emerald eyes met yours, and you could see there was something he wasn’t saying.

“What’s on your mind, handsome?”

You always noticed the little smile that followed when you called him that—and the faint blush. This time was no different.

Dean was quiet for a beat, and you let him take his time.

“You think…” he started, then stopped himself. He took a breath. “You think I’m gonna be a good dad?”

Your back straightened slightly at the question. Did you think Dean would be a good dad? Of course you did. But the look in his eyes—it broke your heart. He really didn’t believe it.

You glanced through the pile of photos and found one of a young Sam, smiling at the camera, his shaggy hair nearly covering his eyes. You held it up to Dean.

“I think you’re going to be an amazing dad. You know how I know that? Because of Sam.”

Dean looked down at the photo, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

“When your parents were out hunting, you looked after your brother. You raised him to be the person he is today. Sam’s a gentle soul, but he’s got this strength—this fire—that comes out when it needs to. He has empathy, real empathy, which is so rare in this life. And he’s smart. I mean… Stanford? Come on.”

Dean let out a small chuckle, eyes still on the photo.

“You made sure that boy ate, slept, got to school. More importantly, you made him feel like he wasn’t alone. You want to know if you’re going to be a good dad?” You reached for his hand. “Just look at Sam.”

Emotion was creeping into your voice—maybe hormones, maybe just love—but you could see it landing. Dean looked at you like he was seeing you for the first time all over again, his own eyes misting over.

“I wouldn’t want to be on this journey with anyone else.”

Tears started slipping down your cheeks. Dean gently cupped your face, his thumbs wiping them away as he leaned in and kissed you.

Even after all these years, that kiss still gave you butterflies.

He rested his forehead against yours. “Thank you,” he whispered. “And for the record? I think you’re gonna make an awesome mom.”

You were about to reply when your eyes caught on something in his lap.

“Is that… baby Dean in a bathtub?”

Before you could reach for it, Dean had already snatched the photo up and held it protectively to his chest.

“No.”

“Oh, you looked so cute,” you cooed, reaching to grab it.

“Are you saying I’m not cute now?”

“No, I’m not saying that,” you grinned. “But look at your little cheeks!”

“Uh… guys?” Sam’s voice floated into the room. “We’re about to cut the cake.”

Your eyes lit up. “Ooh, cake. Help me up. Help me up!”

“Okay, okay, calm down.” Dean got to his feet, moving carefully to help you up.

“Dean—it’s cake.”

Once you were on your feet, Dean rested his hands on his hips, staring at you with a grin.

“I love you.”

You beamed. “I love you too.” You reached up to kiss him—only to wince a little.

“Ow.”

The baby had chosen that moment to make their presence known.

Dean immediately dropped to a crouch and kissed your bump. “And I love you,” he said, rubbing your belly affectionately.

You loved when he did that. You couldn’t wait to see him with the baby in his arms. The thought made you smile—one that Dean mirrored perfectly.

It was a moment you could’ve stayed in forever.

But then you remembered.

“Dean… there’s cake.”

“Right!” He ushered you out of the kitchen, his hand resting protectively on your lower back as he stifled a laugh at your excitement.

Part 2

[harzilla]

Original post found here. https://www.tumblr.com/harzilla/760718001365549056/ohh-brain-rot-time-long-lost-sibling-au-except

Expanding on the idea. I want to thank @achromaticbibliophile for a lot of these ideas

Riddle and Yuu growing up in complete opposite lives. Riddle under strict parentage while Yuu grows up in a family similar to the Robinson's in Meet the Robinson's. A chaotic but loving family that sees failure not as a bad thing, but as a way to learn. Who finds a baby on their doorstep and adopts without hesitation. The two butting heads at first. Until the truth of Yuu being Riddle's sibling is revealed. Perhaps Yuu's hair is platinum blonde or even white. Perhaps Riddle is the Red Queen to Yuu's White Queen. Riddle who is introduced to Yuu's adopted family and it's all so chaotic, dinner nearly a food fight and afterwards he's brought into the kitchen to help make the dessert. Messing it up and he thinks it'll be another oyster sauce incident. But instead everybody cheers and ohh. It's actually okay. Yuu and him sharing the story of him messing up the tart after his overblot The family turns it into a silly joke. The dessert is missing something, why not oyster sauce? The family, having a contest to see who can create the weirdest dessert, and Riddle winning by making a traditional Queendom of Roses star gazey pie. Riddle, who finds himself laughing along with the rest of the family. Welcome to the family Riddle.

Leona, who has always been the unfavored. Who is brought to meet Yuu's adoptive parents. Leona, who had to convince Falena not to come but instead sends a note thanking the parents for raising the third Kingscholar child. Yuu's parents shocked to see their lost child come home sporting ears and a tail and bringing home a brother. Leona, who finds himself at ease when they ask him about his aspirations, his plans for the future, he's just Leona to them.

Jade and Floyd. Who grew up with a mother who was always worried about them. Eventually learning about a third eelver who was lost to the tides. One day a kid runs up to their parents with a baby wrapped in a towel. The adults panic but the couple eventually adopt the child. Yuu who doesn't have a clue until the day they go to the coral sea to retrieve the photo and transform into an eel mer. Jade immediately separating Yuu and bombarding them with questions while Floyd keeps the others away. Jade and Floyd who drag Yuu back to NRC.

J&F: Found our lost sibling.

Azul: What?

J&F: *dumping them into a tank* Found our lost sibling.

Rollo, who hates magic. Magic lost him not one but two siblings. Rollo, who plans to rid the world of magic. The masquerade invitation to NRC. Rollo, who is shocked when the previously uninvited Prefect looks strikingly similar to himself and his deceased brother. Perhaps he sees Yuu as an even bigger motivator for his plans. Magic took his siblings from him, and if he destroys it, then magic can never take Yuu from him again. Yuu who at the end tells him that yes, magic may have separated them but magic also brought them back together and perhaps magic may allow him to see the world they grew up in.

Malleus' was expanded on a lot and is practically a fanfic in onto itself.

This idea is actually thanks to @kitsun369

The Spade family, a set of baby paternal twins. One that looks like their father, and the other who looks like their mother Dilla. The parents separate after a particularly nasty divorce. Only for the baby with dad to disappear after their father is attacked and injured. The parents, but especially Dilla spend years mourning the loss of one child. One day, Deuce overhears his mom on the phone crying to his grandmother because she's afraid something will happen to Deuce if he doesn't get on the right path. She's already mourned one child. She can't bare to mourn another. That day Deuce decides to turn his life around, he never wants to see his mom cry like that again.

Deuce who becomes friends with the prefect. They're like peas in a pod. They're each other's biggest supporters. The day they go to the White Rabbit festival and Deuce introduces his mom to Yuu, she's shocked because this child is practically the spitting image of her ex-husband when he was that young, even down to the same hair color. She doesn't want to get her hopes up but could it be?

[sweetbans29]

Little Ones - CC

Pairing: Caitlin Clark x Reader

Summary: When talk becomes reality - baby edition (based on THIS request)

Warnings: Caitlin with kids is a warning - fight me, the photo is form when she was a Hawkeye, fic is when she is with the Fever

Word Count: 1.9k

Sweetbans Masterlist

AN: Okay but CC with kids is such a mood - she is just as cute (if not cuter) than the kids!

"Will you marry me?" Caitlin says while she is down on one knee, The two of you took (at least what you thought was) a spontaneous trip to the eastern coast in the middle of the night to go watch the sunrise. Now here you are, sun on the horizon, standing in complete shock in front of the love of your life, her down on one knee asking you to marry her.

"Yes." You say as Caitlin, with shakey hands, takes the ring out of the box and places it on your finger. Her touch is so gentle as her hands continue to shake with now-settled nerves and pure excitement. Once the ring is on your finger she jumps up, wrapping her in your arms and spinning you around. As she does, you let out the most beautiful laugh she has ever heard and yell 'We're getting married' at the top of your lungs not caring that the world is still asleep. Caitlin didn't think she could, but she fell more in love with you at that moment.

As the two of you drive back, you can't stop looking down at the ring that your now fiance has gotten you. It's so much bigger than any ring you ever imagined would live on your hand.

"It is so big," you say, eyes still in awe and heart still swollen from the events of the morning.

"You deserve even more," Caitlin says as she places a hand on your thigh, giving it a little squeeze.

You go silent as you continue looking at the stone. The two of you are still in college and if you are honest, it sort of scares you to think about you walking around with something so valuable.

Caitlin senses your shift.

"Hey," she says in the softest tone. "We can get you something smaller if that would make you more comfortable."

She knows you all too well. You were never the one to wear a lot of jewelry and the times that you had put something nice on, it was always something simple and dainty.

But you also know her well. This ring is a declaration of her love for everyone to see. She is proud that everyone knows you are hers and wants the world to see. You would never take that away from her.

"No, no. I absolutely love it. I was thinking just maybe something temporary while we finish school. Like one of those rubber ones that athletes wear - just so no one jumps me and cuts off my hand for this in that parking lot or something." The second you say it, the two of you burst out laughing.

"You would think about someone cutting off your hand," Caitlin says, continuing to laugh.

"Hey! There are some crazy people out there and this is worth a pretty penny," you say, eyes still glued to the ring.

You hear Caitlin mumble something along the lines of 'try 50 pretty pennies'. Your head whips around to her and she just gives you a shy look.

The two of you decide that you will get a silicone ring to wear while you finish out college and then switch back to the ring Caitlin got you, with the exception of date nights and family events.

When you get back to your college town, you guys stop to get some food. You ask her all the questions about when she started planning when she got the ring, and everything. She told you everything you wanted to know down to asking your dad for his blessing over one of your school breaks. You sit there amazed, taking in every word, not believing she is the one you get to spend the rest of your life with.

*6 months later*

Caitlin is at practice with her team one winter afternoon when the conversation presents itself yet again. Cait is now in her first season of the WNBA and has fit into the Indiana Fever perfectly. Everyone loves her and they have slowly been getting to know you.

"Did you see that Jess and Nick are expecting?" NaLyssa says as they are in a circle stretching. "They just announced they are going to be having a baby boy."

Everyone in the circle is sending NaLyssa dagger looks knowing the can of worms she just opened is one that Caitlin won't stop talking about.

"Awww, that is so cute!" Caitlin says with unmatched excitement. "You know, I can't wait to have a little one - just imagine them running around in little Fever gear and coming to all the games. It would be the cutest thing," Caitlin says and then proceeds to go on about how much she wants kids and can't want to have little mini-Caitlins running around.

"What if they come out as little versions of your lady?" Erika says. "They would also be pretty cute running around here."

"Don't get me started on if they are little versions of her," Caitlin says with pure excitement. "I would never be able to say not to them!"

When they are done stretching, they head into a cardio practice. Every break, Caitlin brings up something kid-related - how cute they would be, how she would teach them any sport they want, how she would want to make them proud that she is their mom. It gets to the point where the team walks away when Caitlin begins talking on the subject. Everyone with the exception of Erika, who has taken Cait in both on the court and off. She toughs it out and listens to Caitlin ramble about someday having kids. She is also the only one on the team that knows Caitlin and you are engaged. So she feels it is only fitting she let your girl ramble on about how someday family.

*18 months later*

Caitlin's 3rd year in the WNBA and she is still on fire. She was named both Rookie of the Year her first year as well as MVP - only the second to do that in the history of WNBA history.

The team is pretty much the same, with the exception of a few trades and added rookies. Erika and Lexie are still closer than ever to Caitlin on the court.

The conversation of kids comes up again when Lexie mentions her little one has started teething.

"Isn't it the worst?" Caitlin says. "You just hate seeing them in pain and you can't really do anything about it."

"I know! I just want to cuddle him but he is super fussy and is running warm." Lexie says. "It is heartbreaking."

"Right?" Caitlin says, which earns some looks from some of the other girls on the team.

Practice ends and everyone goes home for the day. A few days pass and Lexi brings up her son again.

"This whole teething thing has been terrible for our sleep schedule. Miles is up every hour and will not stay down," Lexie says while looking exhausted.

"Have you tried freezing fruit and putting it in any of the fresh food feeders for him? It might help with keeping his gums soothed." Caitlin says.

"I will have to try that!" Lexie says and thanks Caitlin for the tip. Nobody outwardly questions why Caitlin knows that but there are a few that give her quizzical looks when she offers pretty spot-on advice about a teething baby.

Once again, they end the practice and head their separate ways.

The following day is game day. The team all arrive in their own game-day attire. Caitlin walks in and goes to her locker. As she is going through her stuff she looks everywhere for her shoes.

Erika walks over. "Everything good CC?" She asks as Cait is looking through everything she has.

"No, I am somehow missing my shoes," she says as she scans through everything again.

Just as Caitlin is about to call you, Erika passes her her shoes. Caitlin mumbles a thank you and finishes getting ready.

The team heads out to warm up. The crowd is going crazy as it is one of the final games of the season. The team is warming up and Caitlin feels like there is something off. She finishes warm-ups and realizes she isn't wearing her headband to keep her fly-aways out of her face. She curses and then hears a familiar voice.

"Caitlin!" You try to get her attention, a little girl attached to your hip.

"MAMA!" Your little girl screams at the top of her lungs.

Caitlin can't help but smile as she makes eye contact with her little one. The smile on your child whenever she sees her mama is unmatched. Once you are close enough, you set your baby down and she goes running (waddling) over to Caitlin.

"Hi, little one!" Caitlin says as she picks up her child and attacks her with kisses.

You make your way to them and hand Caitlin her headband. "You forgot this," you say.

"Thanks, babe," She says as she gives you a little kiss.

Caitlin sets your little one down and she just looks up pointing at Caitlin's team. Caitlin lowers to her level and points at them with her.

"You know who they are," Caitlin says to her little one. Her little one claps with a smile. You come up behind her and scoop her up, knowing Caitlin needs to get back to her team. You give a little wave to Cait and your little one waves at her mama.

"Bye Mama!" she says continuing to wave her little arm from side to side.

Caitlin is still on a little cloud nine after seeing her little one before the game and that they brought her the one thing she needed that she completely forgot that her whole team was huddled right next to her.

"Mama?" Aliyah asks with a shocked expression.

"YOU HAVE A KID???" Erika comes barreling over in disbelief. "SINCE WHEN???"

"Well by the looks of her little one, looks like she is about a year and a half," Lexie says with a smile on her face. "Is that why you know so much about teething babies?"

"Ya, she has been on and off teething for a while now," Caitlin says with a little blush tinting her cheeks.

The team is all hooting and hollering as their coach calls them over to huddle before tip-off.

Caitlin wears a smile for the entirety of the huddle. It's not like Caitlin and you were trying to keep it a secret, it was mostly to keep her out of the eye of the media. But she was happy that the news was out to her team. It just means there are 14 other women who can speak into her daughter's life and love her.

As the team takes their place on the floor, Caitlin looks up to where you normally sit in the stands. It is the first time she sees you and little one in the crowd together.

When you notice Caitlin looking up at the two of you, you look down at your baby and point to her Mama. The little one begins to wave at Caitlin with a big smile. Caitlin smiles and blows her a kiss.

Caitlin begins to lock in to the game and wipes her shoes. She gives one final glance over to you and thinks, 'Ya, I can get used to this'.

AN: A little different but I really like how this turned out! I hope you do as well. And as always, thank you for your love and support 🤍

[ahoyimlosingmymind]

Fanfic Angst Material that I won't write: There is a giant family portrait in Wayne Manor (taken recently) where everyone can see. The frame holds Bruce and all his children. Except Jason.

and slowly all the batfam members start to notice his transfixation on it. Because he mentions it randomly, asks when it was taken to a few separate siblings, because he's paranoid about the timeline. Was he in Gotham when they took it? (he was). and he jokes that his dead robin memoriam is just like the family portrait, because everyone else's suits are all beside each other down in the cave, and his is in a corner. (why can't he stop being dead?) and he's suddenly a lot more willing to be in selfies they take. He has a sudden, and odd insistence to be apart of whatever they're doing. But there's something specifically weird about the missions he tags along with. He's throwing himself into harms way for them, taking the brunt of the hits, and trying to listen really well to the plans they lay out. (He hates them all. He wants them to love him so badly).

That, and they all walk past the room to see him just standing there staring at it. The bat fam all start talking about the random experiences they've had with him, seeing him staring at it, and his comments, and it takes them way too long to realize he's like-- really, really hurt about it.

It all comes to a head when Jason is patrolling with Bruce, and gets really hurt. He's super out of it, minorly concussed, and seeing stars and suddenly he's calling Bruce 'dad', and he's asking why Bruce doesn't want him anymore--

And Jason is crying (thanks concussion) and is like: I can't stop calling you dad, but I don't think I'm your son anymore.

and Bruce, being the shitty and emotionally unaware person he is, is like: Jay tf?

and Jason brings up the portrait. And then he passes out.

(the whole next part is him waking up and Bruce and his siblings very awkwardly trying to address what he said right before he went out. He's mortified but also really wants some sort of excuse. and they all explain super emphatically that they figured he wouldn't want to be in the portrait, because of the way he is. They redo the photo with Jason in it, a week later, once his bruises have faded. He doesn't know if he feels any better about it. He doesn't like begging for scraps from them, and he doesn't like that it didn't occur to them to at least ask him if he wanted to be apart of it. But he's there now... and that's okay, right?)

BONUS POINTS if the batfam starts piecing it together because a working girl makes an off hand comment to Dick (when he's in crime alley looking for Jason) that Red Hood is really upset with his family right now.

And Dick is like: Um shit? like murder mad?

and she's like: No, like sad.

and then she says something about the portrait and Dick is like: NO MY BABY BROTHER--

(I just think it would be lowkey funny if a few of the working girls managed to get Jason to open up to them, and they know how to tell when Red Hood is in a rage induced rampage, or if he's in a state of sadness better than his own family).

[justmeinadaze]

Bloody Romance (Steddie X Plus Size Y/N)

A/N: I lived in this for a hot minute <3 and so much fun writing it.

Enjoy!

Warnings: Toxic Vampire Steddie/ Plus size human Fem Y/L/N, SMUT, dirty talk, light degrading (little slut, whore, etc), light spanking, dp, light choking, biting, aftercare.

ANGST!! Y/N missing them, possessive boys, hurt people trying to find her (its just talked about more than anything), some more of their experiences in the lab (torture touched on, blood briefly mentioned). Y/Ns parents also being toxic as hell.

I think that's it!

Word Count: 5862

Series Masterlist/Donate to Me <3

"From the moment you left I knew that something wasn't right

But the feeling inside has kept me up all night

You and me

Like one heart beat."

“Yeah? Everything ok?”, your dad answers breathily into his phone beside his bed as he hastily picks it up after two rings.

“No, sir. You need to look at the file we just sent you.”

Rubbing his eyes, he glances at the clock that reads two am before heading towards his computer to do what was commanded. Tiredness leaves him as his eyes widen at each violent image he passes by. 

“They’re escalating. A month ago, they destroyed your home, two weeks prior they began kidnapping security and doctors they knew worked at the lab and tortured them before draining all of their blood. Last night, as you can see, they found the driver who took you to your house. Thankfully, he was loyal.”

Your dad sighed as he stared at the man’s mutilated body and the note written in his blood on the wall behind him. 

“Give her back or else we will burn your company to the ground.”

“What should we do? Are we still safe?”

“From what we can tell, yes.”

“From what you can tell? Do better.”, he chided as he promptly hung up the phone without waiting for a response. 

***

“Hey, baby. I brought you some lunch here.”

“Thank you, mom. I’ll eat in a minute.”, you murmur from your spot on the floor. 

Smiling down at you, she takes a seat cross legged beside you and sneaks a peak at your sketchbook. You were drawing the vase on the end table by your bed except you had added something that wasn’t within the glass. 

“Hm. Why a pink rose? Are those your favorite?”, she asks lightly as she points to the image. 

“Oh…I didn’t even realize I drew that…”

Taking in the drop of your tone, you mother tenderly pushes some of your hair behind your ear so she could see your face. 

“Did they…?”

“Yeah, sometimes. Eddie would smush them into my sketchbook or Steve would leave them by my bed.”

“That’s really sweet. Your father used to do things like that before he would go to work.” At the mention of his job, your head hung as you turned away from her. “I’m sure they cared about you, Y/N, in their own way.”

“I…I keep wondering…do they even miss me? Are they thinking about me at all? I’m…I’m sitting here fucking worried if they’re ok and I bet they’re probably just…moving on to the next girl.”, you cry as she pulls you to her chest. 

“It’s ok, sweetheart.”, she comforts before a throat clearing pulls you two apart. 

“Is everything alright?”, your dad asks. 

“Yeah, we’re ok. It’s just…girl talk.”, your mom answers for you as you dry your eyes. 

“Girl talk. Ok. Um, well, we need to go into the lab for a bit—”

“What? Why? All of us?”

“Yes, dear. All of us.”, he replies through gritted teeth. “Go ahead, Y/N, and pack a bag. We’ll be leaving in 30.”

“I’m sure your father is being cautious.”, she grins, turning back around to face you before grabbing your suitcase. “They are violent superbeings—”

“They weren’t before. They used to be—are—good men.”, you interrupt as she starts folding some of your clothes. 

“Mhmm.” As you begin to help her, she pauses for a moment and grabs your arm. “Y/N, honey, they didn’t…like brainwash you or, I don’t know, hypnotize you or something, right?”

You laugh at the notion and she grumbles in her throat as she stomps away before returning with some photos that she pushes towards you. Your eyes widen as you flip through images of each destroyed room of your house, taking in all the lopsided furniture and papers all over the floor. 

“You laugh at me but look at this. These are the kind of men looking for you. The creatures you just called ‘good men’. This is just our house, Y/N. You don’t want to know what they’ve done to other people. Seeing this and hearing the way you talk about them I HAVE to wonder if they have some superpower we don’t know about. Or are you just that stupid?”

Before you can answer, she shakes her head, leaving you alone as you exhale and sit on the mattress. You continue to browse through the images till you get to your room, pausing when you notice nothing within is damaged. 

All your furniture was still upright and in its place. Knowing your things and how you had them, you took note that some of your art utensils were missing including your paint, easel, and a box you normally kept on your dresser full of your pencils you didn’t bring with you. There was a picture taken of your closet and a good chunk of your clothes were missing. 

Beside your bed on the end table was a single pink rose and underneath a piece of paper you knew you hadn’t left there. 

After gathering your things and climbing into the SUV, you met your father’s eyes in rearview mirror. 

“Have they been doing more than trashing our house? Have they left me anything?”

Your dad glares at your mother who continues to scowl out the passenger window. 

“Why did you show her any of that? No, Y/N, they haven’t. The house and everything they’ve done is just a method to get us out of hiding.”

“Have you seen them? Are they ok? Are they hungry and—”

“No, Y/N! Now let it go! Jesus Christ.”

###################

After being led to a room within the personal section of the lab, you were promptly left alone as both your parents disappeared. 

You refused to sit and wait, feeling completely uncomfortable in a place you knew hurt and tortured them. As you stepped outside of the door, two nurses walked by giving you pause as fear coursed through before they nodded a polite hello your way and you did the same. 

Tiptoeing around every corner, you finally found what you were looking for and opened the door to your mother’s office, locking the door behind you. 

Sitting at her desk, you stared at her computer and were slightly surprised you were able to get in without a password until you stumbled on her files that required a passcode entry to get into them. 

Finding the one entitled “Project Sunlight”, you input your birthday and rolled your eyes when that actually worked. 

“Come on, mom.”

You imagined a part of Eddie and Steve were afraid to come back here after everything they had been through which is why they scrounged for what they could. When you opened her virtual files, a plethora of information tumbled out. 

You found so many images of their wounds especially Eddie’s which were taken while he was in his coma. There were notes like the ones they found in your dad’s office but this time there were videos to accompany them. 

“Alright Steven, and what happened after the vine pulled you through the gate into the other world?”

“Um, one of the bats wrapped its tail around my throat and held me down while the others bit into my stomach. My friends saved me by jumping in after me.”

“Must be nice to have friends who love you so deeply to do that.”

“Yeah…yeah.”

They didn’t waste any time with Eddie who was still in his hospital bed when they interviewed him. He had gauze on his cheek, around his neck, along his stomach and around his wrists. His head hung as he was asked questions and you could tell immediately he wasn’t fully coherent.

“And Edward, you said you tried to lead them away before turning to fight?”

“Where’s my uncle?”, he murmured without looking towards his interviewer. “I’d like to see my uncle now.”

“I know, sweetie, I know but we need to get you better first and I need you to answer my questions. What happened when you tried to fight the bats?”

“I…I don’t remember…I—”

“Mr. Henderson said you’re a hero.”

“Henderson…Henderson…Dustin? Dustin Henderson? Is he ok?!”

You found so many notes and videos of “interviews” with names you recognized including Jim Hopper and Nancy Wheeler. Robin Buckley’s videos were the shortest with her being physically removed for “disruption.”

“Look, I don’t give a fuck what you people are ‘trying��� to do. If they aren’t under arrest and they aren’t sick anymore we should at least me able to see them!”, she shouts as she gets to her feet. “STEVE! STEVE! Can you hear me?!”

“Miss Buckley, that’s not necessary. They are here of their own accord and—”

“BULLSHIT!”

Wayne’s, to you, were the most heartbreaking. While he still remained in control visually, you could tell he was falling apart. 

“How much longer are you going to keep my boy here?”

“Until we figure out what’s wrong with him, Mr. Munson.”

Nothing is wrong with him. He was framed for murder and hurt by someone—”

“That is one of the working theories.”, your mom cut him off. “Another is that he murdered a bunch of kids and went on the run. Let’s not forget we were given permission to treat and detain him here.”

“I want my son, Dr. Y/L/N. I just spent a week not knowing if he was fucking alive. Please…let me at least see him.”

“I’m sorry, Wayne. I just can’t do that.”

Your fingers hovered over the files within marked by their experiment numbers. You knew it would kill you to see them in pain but you knew you needed to see everything. 

“Experiment 320, utilizing a knife to see if it hurts him and if so how fast he heals.”, your father address the camera before turning to face Steve who was restrained to a chair in the middle of a room.

“Please…don’t do this.”, he begged, screaming loudly when a guard stabs the knife through his chest. “FUCK!”

“What’s your pain scale at Mr. Harrington?”

Instead of responding, he tilted his head back as he struggled to catch his breath before spitting your father’s way. Your dad’s head nodded towards the other man and he stepped forward zapping Steve with something long that sent electricity through him as he gritted his teeth in pain. 

“I’ll ask again. What’s your pain scale at?”

The tears began to fall as you hastily backed out of that and entered a new video of Eddie on the floor panting heavily as he clutched his stomach. 

“Everything’s alright, Mr. Munson.”

“What about this is fucking alright?!”, he growled causing your mother to jump back. “That asshole keeps giving me things he KNOWS is going hurt me! It’s obvious at this point! All I can drink it blood!”

“I know, baby, but he just needs to know for sure and understand—”

“Understand that he’s going to fucking kill us!?” As he begins to gag, the metalhead crawls up to the toilet and throws up so aggressively you can practically feel his pain. When he’s done, his head falls back against the wall and you just vaguely make out the blood sticking to his chin that he wipes away. “Please…please ma’am…just…make it stop. Make it stop.”

As he starts to cry, he falls into your mother’s lap as she gently pets his head. 

The sound of the handle jiggling has you hastily backing out of all the programs and hiding under her desk just as you hear the office door open. Your mom’s heels click against the floor and you cover your mouth to stop any squeak from leaving your lips when something hard slams on the table. Her heavy sigh fills the room before she turns around to leave quietly shutting the door behind her. 

After a moment, you climb out from your hiding spot to find a folder with some papers on her desk. Briefly skimming through the top documents, you found images and notes of people they had killed in horrific ways as well as pictures of the empty Munson Trailer and Steve’s former house you had been staying at. 

Near the middle, you found a Ziplock bag with the pink rose within stappled to a piece of paper with two different sets of handwriting. 

“Baby, 

We should have told you a while ago, how much you mean to us.

 When you touch us so softly and we hold you in our arms… Y/N, we’re home. 

The way you taste, not just your blood, but your lips when you kiss us…fuck, honey. Without your laugh, our room sounds hollow like when we were trapped in the lab. Your smile and the sound of your voice…

I’m sorry…I’m struggling to…I just miss you so much…if any of those fuckers…hurt…you…”

“Sweetheart, 

I like the person I’ve become. I like being stronger, faster, and more intimidating. People used to spit and throw things at me like I meant nothing. Even before I changed people hunted me down like I was a monster. 

And we are monsters, Y/N.

After waking up and not being able to find you, I learned that I don’t…want to be a monster to you… We took advantage of you and kindness. 

We used you like a drug.

Pushed you away. 

Where ever you are, baby, let us know. Find a way and we’ll come save you. 

No matter where you are. 

Please don’t think we’re fine without you. 

We’re going crazy and we will kill anyone it takes to get you back with us. 

I love you. 

I love you.

Eddie & Steve”

You hugged paper to your chest as you cried. 

They WERE looking for you. 

The DID miss you. 

They love you…

Or were they lying to get you out of hiding? 

Absently, you exited your mother’s office, not caring who saw you as you walked down the hallway and up the side stairs towards the roof. The safehouse, car, and lab had something within that kept them from hearing where you were. That’s why your dad insisted you don’t speak when crossing the areas and never let you outside. You weren’t even allowed to open a window but as if guiding you, the door to the top of the building opened seamlessly with no key required. 

Glancing out into the night sky, the tears continued to fall as your lips trembled. 

“I love you to.”, you whispered.

Off in the distance you heard a loud growl followed by what sounded like wings before a palm covered your mouth and dragged you back inside. 

#############

“Have you lost your fucking mind?!”, your dad hissed as he yanked you back down the stairs pausing only briefly when the lights above you both flashed. “What have you done, Y/N?”

As soon as the door to the hallway was opened, the building practically shook as glass broke and people began to scream. 

You were brought into a room with security monitors and shoved into a musclebound security guard. 

“Don’t let her out of your grasp. What’s happening?”

“I don’t know. Everything’s happening so fast I can’t keep up.”, a lab tech answered with panic as his eyes fleeted between each screen. 

“They’re searching for her. Where’s my wife?”

The man shook his head as your own eyes searched for them. They were moving from area to area leaving bodies in their path. One of them blurred past an area you recognized and with all your energy, you elbowed the man holding you and were briefly released, giving you enough time to run out the door. 

You didn’t get far before you were tackled and you screamed as you tried to fight the man off you. You were slapped hard causing you to whine but just as he was about to lift you off the floor, the security guard was pushed away from you with exception force and his neck was snapped. 

Even with his back to you, you could see how bloody he was as his shoulders rose and feel.

“Steve.”

Without hesitation, he turned and collected you quickly but before he could run in the opposite direction, gun fire went off making him grunt in pain before pushing you against the wall to protect you with his body. 

While being shieled by him, you noticed his eyes were black with his fangs barred, ready for the attack. There was abrupt silence that was replaced with screams as Steve collapsed to his knees as your tried to catch him. 

“Coward.”, Eddie growled in a deep voice you had never heard before. “You send all your goons out here but can’t face us yourself?!”

“Steve…please…what—what do you need?”, you beg as you lift his head in your palms. You try to offer him your wrist but he shakes his head and glances towards a lab assistant that was trying to crawl away. 

You help him to his feet but he pushes you back, silently telling you to stay as he staggers towards the man before lifting him by his collar with ease and biting into his neck. 

“Edward Munson. Good to see you boys again. You’ve changed.”, your dad spoke with slight sarcasm.

“You haven’t.”

“She came to US wanting protection from you both! We never took her or forced her to stay.”

“That’s what you said about us. Said we could leave any time we wanted—”

“You could have. You both wanted to stay, remember, to find a cure and protect your friends.”

“You lied to us.”

“To help you.”

Eddie growled as he began to step forward but your hand on his arm gave him pause as he pushed you back against the wall beside him. 

“It’s me, baby, it’s me.” His black eyes search your face before his grip loosens and he lets you go. “Come on. Let’s go home.”

“Where? You have nowhere to go. We know about the trailer and his parent’s house.”, your dad yells as he gestures towards Steve who rounds the corner completely healed. “You wouldn’t want to put any of those children at risk especially Mr. Henderson. Wayne Munson would never condone you murdering people—”

The metalhead again jerked towards him but your grip remained firm. 

“Did anyone hurt you?”, he mumbled gruffly your way. You point at the guard who is now dead and he nods. “Did they hurt you?”

Your gaze shifts towards your father and mother who is now standing behind her husband. You shake your head and he nods once more but as you both start to turn your mom begins to yell. 

“Don’t do this, Y/N! They don’t care about you. All they care about is using you for your body and blood. When they’re done, they’ll dispose of you like trash! What future can you expect to have with them?!”

“Well for one thing, they’ve never lied to me! I saw the videos and read the notes! I saw what you both did to them. I trust them more then I trust you both!”

“Y/N, if you leave now, you can’t come back. We’ll hunt you down the same way we will them.”

“If you so much as harm a hair on her head, we will tear this city apart.”, Steve bellowed at your dad as he took his place beside his friend. “There will be nowhere you could go.”

“What makes you think we’d harm her? There’s a lot of valuable stuff we could learn from her when it comes to you both.”

At the threat, both men started to confront him before someone came out of the lab with a large UV light that had them hissing in pain. Eddie quickly wrapped his arms around you as they flew out a nearby window and into the night sky. 

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The sounds of night echoed through the forest around you as they landed on their feet and placed you on yours, leaving you behind as they stalked through the front door of the cabin they brought you to. 

It was modest little home that looked exactly like something you’d see in a movie with a back door that led out to a lake. In the living room, you found your easel and painting tools set up as if waiting for you to sit down and begin with a couple of extra sketchbooks thrown on the dining room table nearby. As your fingers flipped through the pages you realized they were all new including a few of the pencils they placed beside it. 

Heading towards the bedroom, you opened the closet to find your missing clothes hung up neatly next to their own. 

Something loud hit the wall and you ran back towards the open area to find them pacing as they heavily panted like an animal after running down its prey. Their eyes were still that black color but unlike previously, they weren’t starving.

Or maybe they were. 

Maybe they were hungry for something else. 

Without thinking twice, you took long strides forward till your hands cupped Eddie’s cheeks and you brought his lips to yours. It startled him at first as he grunted in surprise but it promptly turned into a needy growl as his palms pulled your hips closer to his. 

Steve came up behind you and began to undress you, tossing your clothes to the side effortlessly but when you pulled your lips away from the metalhead to kiss him, Eddie growled once more as he roughly pulled you away from his friend as you fell onto the couch. 

The possessiveness over you radiated from them both and it drove you insane as your fingers glided through your folds to rub your clit while they glared at each other. 

Your foot ran up the former jocks leg and he smirked, lightly pushing his friend’s chest who in turn smacked his hands away before they both fell to either side of you. 

Their mouths and hands were on you instantly as if making up for lost time. Steve’s fingers replaced yours making you mewl as your palms rubbed both their cocks through their blood stained jeans. Their fangs grazed your skin and your pussy clenched every time either one of them brushed past you neck or along your breasts. 

“Oh my…yes…”, you moaned as thick fingers breached your entrance. What surprised you, however, was when Eddie’s joined his stretching you out to a new degree you weren’t used to. Heavily panting your eyes rolled as your back arched and they chased you with their lips, not willing to allow you to move away for one second. “Ed—Eddie…please…”

Reluctantly pulling away, you listened as he took off his shirt and unbuckled as pants while Steve gratefully took over, holding your cheek with his palm as he passionately kissed your lips.

Your body was lifted as you were manhandled onto all fours and the other man utilized the opportunity to push down his pants, barely getting the buckle undone as he shoved them to his knees allowing his hard dick to spring free. 

Taking it in your hand, you spit over his tip but he was impatient as his fingers tangled in your hair and pushed you roughly on to him. You gagged at the intrusion but welcomed the taste as you closed your eyes and allowed him to use you as his moans filled the room. 

“Goddamn it…”, Steve mewls as your own moan vibrates around him and his gaze shifts to see his friend’s head dip as his hands grip your ass and his tongue overwhelms you as he makes out with your pussy. 

Drool spills from your lips as his cock fucks up into you, hitting the back of your throat constantly before yanking you up to allow you to catch your breath. 

“Want…want both…want…both.”, you pant as your glassy eyes lock with Steve’s as your orgasm washes over you. 

Eddie’s body covers yours as he brings his chest to your back and wraps his arm around your front to hold you still while his fingers effortlessly push into your core, setting an overwhelming pace. 

“You think you can handle that, little girl. Don’t just nod your head. Keep looking at Steve and say it.”, he whispered firmly and you did what he commanded as the boy’s eyes remained on you while he continued to pump his length with your spit. 

“I can…I can handle it…Oh my…please…I can…”

“You can handle his big, thick cock stretching you out? I took your virginity so it seems only fair. You don’t mind if it hurts, do you, baby?”

“I can handle it… I can…fuck, Eddie, M’gonna cum again.”

Your body pushed back against him but he held you in place as his pace remained the same and a mix of a cry and giggle left you as your climax washed over you. 

The metalhead lifts you on to the floor with you on top of him, allowing his hands to roam your frame as your tongues danced together while you kissed. 

“I love you.”

At his words, you freeze and pull back slightly just in time to see his black eyes recede and his chocolate ones push forth. He blinks for a few seconds before his thumb caressed your lips.

“We woke up and you were gone.”

“You hurt me.”, you whimper. “I don’t…care that you use me to eat or…that you call me a toy and a whore…I really don’t but…when you said you didn’t care about me…that was the first time I ever felt unsafe with you two…”

A deep grumble came from behind you but you knew Steve wasn’t upset with you but himself. 

“Did you get our letter?”

“Yes…I found it before…”

Eddie nods as he brings your lips to his.

“Y/N, we’re not good men anymore. I’m sorry, baby, but they’re gone.” Eddie releases you long enough to take hold of his cock between you both as his hips thrust himself into you. “Fuck, sweetheart…but we can be good for you.”

Twisting to shift your gaze behind you, out of the corner of your eye, you see Steve climb up behind you and spit in his hand before massaging it between your cheeks. 

“We’ll still kill any fucking asshole that touches you. You’re ours, honey. No one gets to have you or see you this way except us.” The metalhead’s length twitched inside you as he watched your face scrunch while the other boy began guiding his dick into your ass. “Fuck, Ed…I told you…better when they’re unspoiled.”

“She feel good?”

“Mmnah!”, you whine as your forehead falls on Eddie’s tattooed chest. 

“No, no. You can take it, baby. Head up and eyes on Munson. Fuck, I wish you could see how sexy you look with us both inside you right now.” His large palm spanked your behind as he tilted back to see his cock slowly disappearing inside you. “God…you are so fucking tight.”

“Do…Do…”

“Uh oh, Harrington. You took the words right out of her. Little slut can’t even form a thought.”

“What are you trying to—mmph—say?” When you head hangs, Steve’s fingers tangle in your hair and roughly pull. “Answer me, little girl.”

“Do…DO YOU LOVE ME TO?! Fuck…I feel so full…”

They both pause for only a moment before the hand in your hair snakes around to your throat and his breath warms the shell of your ear. 

“Yes, pretty girl, I love you. We missed you so much, Y/N.”

They both thrust into at the same time and you swear you see stars. Steve pulls you back against his chest allowing Eddie to push up on to his elbows as his mouth sucks at your breast. The man behind you bites into your neck first and as your pussy flutters at the feeling the metalhead growls with pleasure as he bites into the other side. 

This was completely brand new and your body didn’t know how to handle all the sensations. Both of them draining you while they were both pumping their cocks deep inside of you had you melting into them seamlessly and you knew from that moment you were theirs. 

You would do anything they wanted; all they had to do was ask. 

“Some…something…Eddie…Steve…something’s…oh my god.”

Your words, or lack thereof, egged them on as they thrust harder into you at a faster rhythm and your arms circled around Eddie’s neck, clinging to him desperately as an intense wave of ecstasy washed over you, through your core and around the long-haired boy’s cock. 

“Fuck!”

The word came out sharp, gruff as Eddie fell flat on his back and his fingers dug into your hips as his release spilled abruptly inside of you. Steve soon followed after, grunting roughly as he slammed his own release into your behind. 

You collapsed, closing your eyes as the word around you went black. 

***

“Please tell me you can smell that.”, Eddie whispered somewhere above you as your eyes struggled to fully open. “Jesus Steve, it’s not…it’s not her arousal but…it is? I don’t know. It smells really fucking good.”

Like a wild animal, the man joined his friend as you felt their noses sniff along your chest to your neck. 

“Kind of but remember they said you’re stronger than me.”

“Fuck, man, I smelled it before she came as hard as she did…I couldn’t stop myself from filling her up…”

“Eddie? Steve?”, you murmur in a soft high-pitched voice. 

“It’s ok, honey, we’re right here.”

“What happened?”

“You passed out there for a bit. Here, drink this.” As the former jock slowly tilts you to a sitting position, the metalhead hold the back of your neck as he brings a bottle of water to your lips. 

Your eyes close as you chug it back making them smile before Eddie gets up to get you more. While you wait, you take in everything around you with heavy eyelids, still feeling drunk off the high that was them. 

“Here you go.”, the long-haired boy whispers as he kneels beside you but when all you do is stare at it like a foreign object, he tilts your head again to help you drink. “Are you ok? I don’t…I could smell when you were dehydrated but I’m not sure if I can capture anything else.”

“Huh?”, you ask confused before fully processing his words. “Oh, um, yeah. I’m ok. My body hurts…”

Kicking into gear, they lift you to the bathroom and you nuzzle into Eddie’s neck while Steve gets a bath ready for you. You hiss at the slight sting in your behind and between your legs but it quickly subsides as the water warms you. 

They carefully clean you, pausing when you flinch as the pretty boy’s palm grazes your cheek. He growls almost aggressively as his irises change to black once more as he takes in the growing bruise on your face. 

“You killed the asshole that did that, right?”

Steve blinks as he affirms Eddie’s question and his eyes change back to their original honey color. Leaning towards you, his tongue licks along your cheekbone, sighing when it remains. 

“Maybe because it’s not an open wound.”, the metalhead suggests. “Ours heal because they are a part of us but…”

“I got some information from the lab. It’s in my bag.”, you mumble. “I have a floppy of some of the experiments and some notes from my mom. I don’t know how much new information it will have but I hope it helps.”

“You didn’t have to do that—”

“I needed to see…see what they did…I’m so sorry and I swear I didn’t tell them anything.”

“Shhhh, baby, calm down. We didn’t think you would.”

“We were more afraid that they were hurting you.”, Eddie cut in, thankful when you shook your head. “We, um, I’m sure you’ve noticed but we brought some of your things from your house. Obviously, we can’t go back to school but you’re such a brilliant artiest—what?”, he asks when he notices you lightly laughing. 

“Nothing, I’ve just…never seen you stutter and be all…shy before.”

The metalhead sassily smirks as he rises to his feet and effortlessly lifts you out of the water to bring you into the bedroom so they can dress you. 

“I’m still a stubborn, mean asshole.”, he teases as his lips gently caresses your calf up to your knee. “Who would kill for you. No one touches you…no one hurts you…”

“And no one takes what’s ours.”, Steve adds after sitting beside you and tenderly kisses up your bicep to your shoulder. “When we couldn’t find you, baby, it scared us half to death. We got…so…angry…”, he growls deeply as his irises change again before your palm on his cheek has him closing his eyes. 

“We almost tore Hawkins apart looking for you.”, Eddie grumbled with the huskiness behind his voice that matched his tone in the lab. You imagined his eyes were already black as you reached down to move his curls away from his face as he rested his head on your lap. “You tried to give me water.”

Every time he told you that, you always knew what it meant. 

“You were kind when no one else in this town was. You weren’t trying to kill me or hurt me, you were trying to help me. You’re not like them.”

“When you guys…when your eyes turn black like that and your fangs…are you in control?”

“With you.”

You blink as you slide to the floor and the other boy follows as you cup the metalhead’s face in your palms. 

“What do you mean? Like right now, what do you see?”

“That first time when those kids were beating me up and I was so weak, I couldn’t see anything. All I could do was hear your heartbeat and feel your pulse in your neck even though you were standing above me.” 

Steve nodded as if to agree with his friend. 

“This past month we’ve been trying to sift through and hear you again but we heard nothing. No heartbeat, no pulse, no soft voice…no smell…nothing.”, Eddie whisper breathily as he tilts forward and inhales by your neck through his nose. 

“Then tonight we heard a whimper and you say you love us.”, the jock sighed against your shoulder warming your skin. “We knew you were in the lab; we just didn’t know where and then…I saw him…that guard…hit you…” His gruff growl had Eddie responding with a rumble of his own. “I just felt this intense angry need to protect you.”

“DO you love us?”

They pull back as their eyes return to their normal color and they wait for your answer. 

“Yes, of course.”

For the first time in a long time, you saw their faces and bodies relax as they smiled wide with Eddie showing all his teeth as Steve grabbed his chest theatrically before falling to the side making you laugh.

It was one of those rare instances when their humanity fell through the hardened exteriors and you couldn’t help the warmth that flowed through you as you tackled your arms around the metalhead who in turn collapsed beside his friend with you between them. 

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But I’m Better

Kintober prompt: Toys

Relationship: dbf!Joel Miller x fem!Reader

Content: explicit sexual scenes, praise kink, guided masturbation, dom/sub (kinda) dynamic, size kink (kinda sorta). No outbreak AU, age gap (Joel is around his mid-40’s, reader is early/mid-20’s).

Summary: When something breaks, you always know who to call. Your dresser is broken, and you’re left hopeless. But what happens when Joel finds something peculiar in your drawer?

A/N: Y’all. I am so pissed right now because i wrote so much on my drive home, and it deleted because of a bad connection. i can’t recall everything i wrote, so i did the best with what i could remember. i hope it’s up to your liking!

“Shit,” you grumble as you stare blankly at the clothes strewn across the floor. The knob of your dresser drawer sat stupidly in your hand, the mangled wood and metal mocking you. It looked completely ruined.

You thought about messaging your dad about the repairs, but chose against it. He was never exactly notorious for making these things simple - it would be a question of ‘So how did this happen?’ or ‘How did you manage to break it?’, and it really wasn’t worth the effort for you.

The knob sat in your hand, the screw that held it in the drawer was bent to the side, and incredibly dull. No surprise there, you thought.

To be fair, it was an old ass dresser, given to you by your grandmother when you were younger. It was weird to think that you’d had this dresser for over twelve years.

You bent over the pile of clothes and hoisted the hefty drawer in line with the empty space, grunting in frustration as you tried to shimmy it in. It was settled haphazardly and tilted backwards. Completely screwed up. You took your phone from your pocket and snapped a photo of your mangled dresser, sending it to Joel.

Dresser finally gave out, I guess. Knob fell clean off when I tried to open it

Almost immediately, Joel haha reacted to the image and began to type. He was unlike any other man you’d talked to before. Joel was timely and consistent, and he was always reliable. Even if he didn’t have the time to help, he would instruct you on how to solve an issue, but typically he helped you in person.

As much as you tried to deny it, your feeling for Joel had warped over the past few years. It began as a silly childhood crush - those early days where you and your friends joked about what older men were sexiest. Your friends had given you teasing looks when you mentioned Joel, and even more shocking was how long you’d liked him. It was a simple, harmless, childhood crush.

Until it wasn’t.

You were freshly eighteen and readying yourself for college when the realization hit you. After all those years having crushes on older guys, it would be considered okay. Weird and taboo, sure, but still allowed now that you were legally an adult.

Joel had come to your graduation dinner at the end of senior year. You remembered that night in vivid detail. More particularly, Joel’s presence set your skin ablaze with a new type of anxiety. At long last, you could freely crush on Joel, except that there was now a chance he could like you, too.

That night he’d passed you a small velvet box, tied neatly with gold ribbon. You opened the box to reveal a gold, oval-shaped locket with a simple clasp. Inscribed on the face of the locket were whorled spirals, breaking off as flowers scattered over the gilded surface. Gazing up at Joel, you couldn’t contain your joy as you gave him a quick hug. He briefly wrapped an arm around you, holding you close by the small of your back.

He broke away, smiling proudly at you below him.

“You did a great job, baby girl. You keep that up in college, and you’ll get by just fine.”

You were thankful dessert had arrived in time for you to turn your attention away, hiding your rouged cheeks. Joel probably didn’t remember that night, but you remembered every little thing.

—

You’d done your four years of college and after the endless nights with little to no sleep and hard work, you were finally graduated, and taking a gap year before considering anything further. You worked hard, and didn’t want to burn yourself out with more school immediately.

But now you were back home, and your sights were set on something else. It was a golden opportunity to spend time with Joel - time that you’d lost by being away for so long. Holiday visits and summer break was hardly generous enough to give you any alone time with Joel. You left for college as a timid girl, developed yourself as a whole, and came back a woman. A woman who knew herself and her wants.

And you wanted him, ached for him in a way you could neither define nor justify. He was almost twice your age, a wholly developed man with his own complex past and unsteady dating life.

Mr. Miller.

He had lived in the next neighborhood over for as long as you could remember. He and your dad met about ten years back at a ‘work thing’, as they described it.

Joel was kind and endlessly generous when it came to helping others. He was the first call when something broke, and the best person to have over when times were tough, despite his sometimes-rugged personality.

You’d gotten back in town over a week ago, and since then you’d seen Joel a few times, mostly to ‘inspect’ the furniture in your room - if anything had worn down over time and needed to be replaced, the whole nine. The both of you knew it was some bullshit excuse to see him at work, with those corded muscles flexing under his tanned skin, sending shivers down your spine.

That day, the two of you had enough bravery in you to flirt. It started out lightly, you gave more emphasis on Mr. Miller, until Joel requested you call him by his first name.

“Makin’ me feel like an old man, darlin’,” he teased. You remember how he sounded saying it, with a voice as thick and sweet as molasses.

Before he’d left he’d held you by the waist, staring a little too closely at your face, watching your eyes grow wide when he leaned toward you. He fixed your hair with a gentle hand, said your name, and trailed off, his eyes never leaving your lips.

He refused to kiss you that time. Though the time after that you’d decided to break the boundary, drinking him in like someone dying of thirst. You memorized his scent, the softness of his skin and rough, eager hands across your chest, between your thighs, your throat. You both had been greedy that night. It was a high that coursed through your senses. You needed him, more than you led on.

I’ll get my toolbox, looks like it could be some old hardware. Be over in 10.

You picked up around your room in the meantime, your heart fluttering in your ribcage with each passing second. The room had become stiflingly hot. Suffocating.

A knock at your bedroom door startled you out of your anxious stupor. You reached for the door and now faced a smug Joel Miller in the doorway.

“I could’ve met you at the front door, you know,” you chastised him playfully. Joel shifted his weight of his feet, pulling something from his pocket.

“Helps that I have a house key. Means I can help you even faster.”

You rolled your eyes at him and turned on your heels without a word, striding toward your broken dresser. Joel followed casually, craning his head to look around your room, at the decorations that covered the walls and ceiling. This was no longer the bedroom of a the kid he’d met all those years ago. No, you were fully your own woman now.

“Yup, the screw’s shot to shit,” he muttered, holding out the drawer’s knob to you. “See the end of it? Shouldn’t be that dull - gotta have it replaced every now and then.”

“Do you have the right screw for it?”

He nodded, popping open his toolbox and assessing the different screws in each compartment. His hands flexed with each movement, the veins branching across them shifted with every twitch and roll of his thick fingers. Your legs clenched while the most intrusive thoughts filled your head. Specifically those hands, and what you could imagine them doing to you.

Procuring the right screw, Joel handed it to you. You looked at him in innocent confusion.

God, those eyes. If he had the chance, Joel would look into them all day, to let himself get swallowed whole by their beauty. And when you looked at him all pretty like that, as if you had no idea what you were doing to him, it drove him wild. You knew exactly what you were doing when you’d flirt with Joel, but couldn’t gauge his reciprocation, or if he was even okay with the weird ‘relationship’ you had.

It had been confusing for long enough. Someone needed to make a move, and Joel wasn’t sure if you had it in you to do it. Neither were you.

“I wanna see you try it for yourself,” he explained.

“If it’s so easy, why can’t you do it?” you quipped with a smile, but still taking the knob in your hands. Joel gave no reply and waited patiently for you to back down and do it yourself.

It was far easier than you thought. You handed it back to Joel with a proud smile. His eyes thoughtfully scanned your face before finding home in your eyes.

“Smart girl. I knew you could do it.”

Heat rushed across your cheeks like a harsh sunburn, completely taken over by the brightness in his honeyed tone and brown eyes. Joel laughed at your reaction before he worked on the drawer knob, fiddling it into place. His hands rummaged through your drawer as he worked, and paid no mind to the clothes, though you just realized. This was your underwear drawer - full of lacy underwear, bras of all varieties, and one final item you prayed you hid well enough.

Joel’s hands pushed through your panties as you held your breath. After the drawer had fallen out you’d lazily threwn everything back in the drawer and paid no mind to its organization. Since it wasn’t on the bed or the floor, by accident, you were certain that Joel would cross paths with a toy of yours.

He struck something solid amidst the clothes. The material was solid and heavy, with a bit of give from the silicone. At that moment, he could’ve left it ignored, but there was no fun in that, he thought. Joel gripped the dildo at the base, pulling out of the tangle of clothes and handed it to you, flashing you with a smirk.

“You should find a better place for this,” he drawled. “Never know who could find it.”

You quickly grabbed it from him and scanned your room for another hiding spot, but nothing came to mind. Instead you plopped it back in the drawer, on the opposite side.

“Most people don’t get to go through my underwear, so you can’t give me shit for that,” you grumbled. Joel stood, groaning at the strain on his joints. You giggle at the noise, and gave him your usual teasing, “Old man.”

Ignoring your jab, Joel leaned against the chest of drawers, arms crossed over his chest in a stare down.

His voice was dark. It had become devious, knowing, and more stern than you’d imagined.

“You use it on yourself?”

You choked on your spit harshly, not expecting his question to be so direct. Joel placed a wide hand between your shoulder blades and gave you a pat, coaxing you back to normal.

“Joel,” you pant, catching your breath, “you can’t just- just ask me that.”

“And you wouldn’t be curious if the roles were reversed, I’m sure,” he said coolly.

The redness had returned to your cheeks while you debated on your answer, but your hesitation told Joel everything he needed to know. In the smallest way, you’d let it slip that you imagine him in your free time, not that it wasn’t the same case for him. If anything, it’d been worse. Every text you’d sent him set him ablaze; at night he thought about you in detail and palmed himself through his pants, or pumped his cock in a fervent hand as he thought of you, squeezing himself inside your tight pussy. Countless nights he’d stained himself with his own seed, wishing it was inside of you instead, where it belongs. That toy should be him, it always should’ve been.

“Do you?”

You huffed and turned away from him, striding toward the bed to adjust your pillows - any sort of casual distraction from the question.

“Why do you want to know?” you countered.

Joel’s hands brushed against your hips from behind, his feather-soft fingertips brushing across the skin above your jeans. You drew in a breath as Joel whispered next to your ear.

“Because I’m a selfish old bastard, and I’m wondering what it looks like.”

“What what looks like?” you ask softly. You knew precisely what he meant but you wanted to hear something from him anyway.

He burrowed his head at the crook of your neck, gently kissing your skin up to the soft spot below your ear. His breath flew over your skin hot and heavy, sending a new wave of heat to your core.

“I want to see your face when you’re all filled up. I gotta see what your little pussy looks like when it’s all stretched out.”

You pushed your hips back flush with his to find a growing bulge trapped in his jeans. Joel rolled his hips into your ass, groaning at the constraint of the rough denim.

“Joel,” you breathed.

He mumbled against your neck, “What is it baby girl?”

Shoving your ass against his crotch, you whined, “I need you. Please… need you so badly.”

His hum rumbled against your skin, sending goosebumps rolling across your arms. A hand wound up to your hair and tugged a good handful back toward him. You gazed up at him with those beautiful glossed over eyes he dreamed about. He pictured this look on your face for a few years now, and he finally had the joy of seeing it, of causing it himself.

“Not givin’ it to you yet, baby,” he tugged once more on your hair when you whined in protest, “Gonna try something different first.”

In one movement you were facing him, finding two dark eyes staring you down, pupils both blown in lust. Joel gripped the back of your head carefully now, cradling you like something precious, something coveted. This was exactly how he saw you. You were someone to protect and take care of, and now it’s shifted to something far more intimate. Joel vowed to himself that he would make you feel every ounce of pleasure you’d been missing out on. All those nights where his hand replaced your pussy built up a frustration only you could truly fix.

Joel crashed his mouth to yours, as he’d done twice before this, and the kiss sent the same heat through your body. You clenched your thighs in a pitiful attempt to gain pressure against your swollen clit, nestled sweetly between your soft folds, soaking your underwear with your slick.

He pressed you backward until your knees hit the edge of the bed. The kiss was no short of pure ecstasy. The way his stubble scratched against your cheeks, the way his breathing grew heavy when you bit at his lower lip, the way his tongue edged into your mouth to explore every inch.

You gasped when Joel pulled away, watching him step to your dresser and draw out the dildo you’d hidden back inside. He turned to you with the toy in hand, wobbling slightly in his grip.

“‘S a pretty big one, sweetheart, you actually use all of it?” his voice was far too casual for a man holding your dildo.

You offer him half a nod, “Kind of. I’ve been trying to get… all the way in.” Joel assessed your words before he joined you on the bed, holding the toy against your stomach, at the base of your pelvis. He let out a low whistle when he saw where the toy’s length ended at your tummy, past your bellybutton.

“All of that inside you… felt pretty daring getting one so big, huh?”

That wasn’t the case and it was the most embarrassing part. The truth is, you chose the size based on your image of Joel. You didn’t even know how endowed he was, but you let your fantasy of him take over. That, and the time your hand brushed against his erection during your last kiss.

“I wanted to see if it would feel like you,” you admitted.

Joel’s eyes crinkled with his laugh, “Darlin’, a toy don’t compare to the real thing. Not really.”

You jabbed his arm at his teasing, “Listen, I’m doing the best with what I got, okay?”

“Yeah, but it’s not the best you could get, now is it?” he purred, pushing forward to plant a kiss on your neck. You shook your head, knowing he was exactly right. The toy would never really feel like the real thing.

You glanced up at him with a nervous expression, furrowing your brows, “What did you want to do?”

Joel looked at you coolly and leaned back onto his elbows. He eyed you, then the toy in his hand, then back to you.

“You gonna make it fit - take it all the way - and I’m gonna help.”

Crimson shaded your cheeks at the thought, staring nervously at the toy. Surely you were wet enough to take it, but the action of pushing further, to get it in completely, had been a challenge. In hopes to boost your bravery, you hunched over him, kissing him harshly as your hands flew to your pants. You fumbled with the waistband and slid them off of you, until you were stark naked, laid and bare before Mr. Miller.

He simply drank you in as you sat nervously in the lamplight. Joel eyed you darkly, his eyes raking from your quivering thighs, your slightly hidden sex - masked by your censoring hands, to your perk nipples atop each soft breast, and to your face, eyes half-lidded in pleasure adjoined with your soft panting.

“Jesus.”

You ducked your head sheepishly, shaking slightly to decline the compliment. Joel looked you over fondly as his hand found your cheek, brushing a thumb over your cheekbone. You glanced down at him, still giving you that goofy smirk and a excited glint in his eye.

Joel kept eye contact as his hand traveled down your body - through the valley between your breasts, down your tummy, to just above your slit, daringly close to dipping between your wet folds. You pushed yourself into your knees and knelt at his side, your aching cunt exposed to him in the dimly lit room.

He trailed his hand up each thigh, halting just before he reached your pussy. Each touch was carefully light in a way that made your whole body shudder against him. A single finger slithered up your thigh once again, finally finding its way through your slit, nestling comfortably against your clit and drawing lazy circles.

You cried out against a hand held at your mouth. Joel’s hand smelled of metal and bourbon, mixed with pine and lemongrass. He smelled smoky and fresh and completely warm against your face. You bestowed your face into his palm as he gained a rhythm on your clit, drawing out the smallest cries against his skin.

“Nice and wet for me already, darlin’, that’s good… that’s such a good girl. Drippin’ and ready.”

Another dumb nod has him chuckling while his finger skirted lightly across your clit, teasing the bundle of nerves until your stomach grew tighter.

“Gonna cum, baby? You gonna cum for me already?” His comment draws another moan from you, falling like a melody past your bitten lips, a chorus straight from heaven, just for Joel.

“It’s okay, baby doll, go ‘head. Cum for daddy,” he said sweetly, the Southern drawl thick through his words.

You unravel around him, jolting your hips as your orgasm takes over your senses. A soft cry sounds through your gritted teeth; you gently grind your hips onto the pad of his finger to ride through the shockwaves. Joel leans up to kiss your shoulder, his lips warm and supple.

“Just as beautiful as I imagined,” whispered Joel. His tongue skirts along your skin to your neck, fully sitting beside you to bore his eyes into yours.

You glanced back at him with lust-blow pupils, steadying your breath as his hand slowed its tempo. Joel gave you a lazy smile, the lamplight catching the salt-and-pepper hairs of his scruff in a soft display of his rugged features.

“Can,” you started, “you be… inside me?”

Joel’s hands found your hips and gripped snugly. The look in his eyes was nothing short of affectionate. Even still, he shook his head.

“Not tonight darlin’,” he replies, “I want you to show me how you look using this-“ he points to the dildo on his opposite side, waiting. “Since you think a toy could be so much better than me-“

“That’s not it at all,” you protest, “I needed something, Joel.”

He holds up a hand to stop you mid-sentence, “You could’ve asked me, but ya didn’t, did ya?”

You gave him a scowl, “I didn’t think this would happen, Joel.”

Ever since you hit eighteen, he wanted you to practice calling him by his first name purely out of comfortability, and since you’d grown up, it seemed more fitting.

He doesn’t reply, but his smirk grows when he brings the dildo over to you, sitting between your thighs. It was embarrassing enough with how little of the toy you could handle this far, and to do it in front of Joel seemed doubly humiliating.

Joel gives your ass a small smack to lift you up. You rise, letting him set the toy between your thighs and beneath your throbbing entrance. He cleared his throat, daring your attention back to him.

“Go at your own pace, but get it all in, sweet girl.”

All thought had left you - your only reply being in an eager nod. You started off slowly, notching the toy in at your tight hole, and slowly bounced yourself along its length. Your legs shook with each movement as you filled yourself more and more, every gyration sent shockwaves of pleasure through every inch of your being.

It took a few moments to ease yourself fully, now bouncing on the dildo’s length until it became glossy with your slick. Joel eyed you affectionately. Your face twisted in ways he couldn’t imagine, and your cunt wrapped around the toy in ways he could only dream of.

Joel patted your thigh as you bottomed out at the hilt of the toy. He pawed at your hips, kneading at the tender flesh of your ass, and pulled you into a grinding motion, setting the dildo ever deeper into your cunt. It struck a new spot deep inside of you, pushing against your cervix. A low moan fell from you as you moved your hips absentmindedly, solely following Joel’s command.

The tightness in your stomach only grew as his praises flowed through your head.

“Such an obedient lil’ thing.”

“That’s a dirty girl, gettin’ all needy like that. Wishin’ it was me in your sweet pussy, don’t you?”

“You have no idea how badly I want to fill you right now, baby doll.”

You mewled softly as another orgasm crashed through you, your hips sputtering as you ground onto the toy. Joel’s hands caressed you through your high, though he didn’t stop tugging your hips. He beamed lazily when you cried his name once again, shuddering around the toy nestled inside of you.

“Attagirl,” whispered Joel, “so fuckin’ beautiful..”

You shook your head at him like before, but he showed no signs of backing down from his stance. Joel peppered your thighs with kisses and he lifted you off the toy, listening to your whines as you were left feeling empty. His cock twitched in his jeans, eager to play.

But not yet. He needed to see this first.

“How was that, sweet girl?���

A beat of silence said every unspoken thing you’d come up with. It was good, but not mind-boggling. Not the ‘fucked til you’re dumb’ pleasure you’d expected from tonight.

Joel patted your ass, “That’s the thing. Toys… they feel nice. But-“ He plants a kiss to your cheek, then your lips, grazing over the swollen skin.

“I’m better.”

The next few minutes consisted of cleaning after yourself and settling back into your clothes. Joel fixed your hair neatly before looking you over.

“Cant stay long tonight, darlin’, gotta get back home.”

You sighed dramatically at him, to which he scoffed away the gesture. On his way out, he gave you a far more longing look - a loving, thoughtful gaze that told you one thing.

You were his. Completely and wholly. It was clear he saw you differently now, as you did him.

Joel fucking Miller.

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[mostly-marvel-musings]

I think there's something that would embarrass Tony even more: Maria showing his girlfriend all his baby pictures. Tony has a reputation to uphold... pictures of him naked with a bucket on his head aren't exactly good for his image.

“Buckethead: The Origin Story”

A/N: Okayyyy more from the chronicles of the Sassy Stark Household 💁🏻‍♀️

Pairing: young! Tony Stark x Reader

Warning: none!

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The Stark estate in upstate New York is basking in the soft glow of a summer afternoon. Birds are chirping, the garden is thriving, and inside the grand, sunlit living room—Tony Stark is experiencing the worst moment of his life.

You’re perched on the velvet chaise beside Maria Stark, sipping citrusy iced tea and flipping through a well-preserved, leather-bound photo album that looks deceptively innocent. Tony, freshly 22 and riding high on his arrogant little rocket of a reputation, is lounging nearby. Except now, he’s realized too late what’s happening.

“Oh no. No, no, no,” he says, lunging forward as Maria turns the page with a sly grin. “Mother, we talked about this. Boundaries. Respect. A smidge of self-preservation?”

Maria hums nonchalantly. “Oh please, darling. If she’s going to date a Stark, she deserves to know what she’s getting into.”

Page one: A chubby toddler Tony with frosting on his nose, gleefully smashing a birthday cake.

Page two: A tiny, naked Tony in a bubble bath, wearing a tiara, surrounded by rubber ducks.

Page three: The pièce de résistance. Naked toddler Tony with a bucket on his head, standing proudly in the middle of the lawn like some kind of metallic baby messiah.

You choke on your drink, barely holding it together. “Is that… is he saluting?”

Howard strolls in, sees the page, and immediately chuckles.

You blink. “Is he… holding a wooden spoon like a scepter?”

Maria beams. “He called himself ‘The Supreme King of the Garden.’ We weren’t allowed to harvest tomatoes for a week. He took his rule very seriously.”

“I wanted to get him a throne. Maria vetoed it.”Howard snorts.

Tony groans so hard it shakes the chandelier. “That’s because you were both enablers!”

“Oh please,” Maria says, flipping the page. “You invented a pretend kingdom, demanded to be addressed as Your Royal Leafiness, and tried to knight the lawnmower. We’re lucky the neighbors didn’t call child services.”

Howard clinks glasses with her. “They were just jealous.”

You’re wheezing now, pointing at the next photo—tiny Tony wrapped in toilet paper like a mummy, standing in front of a Halloween decoration he clearly tried to upstage. “What was the theme here?”

“Chaos,” Maria answers, deadpan. “He said ‘Mummy Tony returns… to seek vengeance upon bedtime.’”

Tony looks physically pained. “I can never run for office now.”

“You were never going to run for office,” Howard says. “You once tried to bribe a senator with Capri Suns.”

“And a toy car,” Maria adds. “Very persuasive.”

Tony flops dramatically onto the nearby armchair, face buried in his hands. “I hate this family.”

You lean over and press a kiss to his forehead, your voice filled with mock sympathy. “I don’t know. I think Your Royal Leafiness has a nice ring to it.”

Howard raises his glass. “Long may he reign.”

Tony’s only response is a loud groan and a vow to incinerate every album in the house.

The photo album has been closed—mercifully—but the roasting has only just begun.

Tony is sulking in an armchair, long legs draped over the armrest, face buried in his hands like a man enduring unspeakable trauma. You, on the other hand, are glowing. Positively thriving.

“Howard,” you say sweetly, “were there… other incidents?

Tony lifts his head, eyes wide. “No! Dad. Don’t you dare.”

Howard, already settling into storytime posture with his drink, grins like a man who’s waited decades for this moment. “Oh, she deserves to know, son. Especially if she’s going to be subjected to your… ‘genius’ on a daily basis.”

Tony gestures wildly. “It was strategic innovation! I was four!”

Maria sips her tea, entirely unbothered. “He staged a full coup. In his nursery.”

You turn to her. “Like… a pretend game?”

“Oh no,” Howard says, clearly delighted. “This kid—your boyfriend decided nap time was a fascist construct and launched a rebellion using teddy bears, LEGOs, and string cheese as provisions.”

You’re laughing already, but Howard’s on a roll now.

“We walked in one afternoon, and the entire room was barricaded. He’d stacked pillows against the door, built a ‘watchtower’ out of books, and taped a sign to the wall that said ‘No Rules, Just Tony.’”

Maria adds, “He was wearing his Star Wars pajamas and a colander on his head. Looked like a deranged general.”

“I engineered a defense perimeter!” Tony protests. “The bears had rank structure! One of them had a walkie-talkie!”

Howard nods solemnly. “Yeah, the walkie-talkie that only connected to a Barbie phone in the living room. He used it to demand terms.”

You wheeze. “What were the terms?”

Maria smiles. “No naps. Unlimited chocolate milk. And full creative control of the TV remote.”

Howard grins. “And a pony.”

Tony groans. “You were supposed to forget this.”

“Son,” Howard says, raising his glass, “when your kid turns his crib into a war bunker and holds his own stuffed animals hostage? That sticks with a man.”

You glance at Tony, who looks like he’s contemplating time travel just to slap Baby Him upside the head.

“Honestly,” you say, nudging him gently, “I think it’s kind of impressive. Revolutionary, even.”

Tony squints at you. “You’re enjoying this.”

“Oh, immensely.”

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Later when the house has quieted down, you overhear Maria and Howard chuckling fondly over how a precocious but toddler Tony— once tucked in his bed, would wish them good night with the cutest whisper of ‘I love you a thousand’.

[failing-to-write-again]

The sakamaki finds their self staring at their S/O baby/kids photos or maybe vice Vera, pick you’re favourite!

BABY PICTURES!!!

I'm picking both because I'm an indecisive lil'bitch, so this is part 1 with the Sakamakis seeing you as children. This took way longer than expected but I got bad writers block with Kanato, Laito, and Ayato in particular.

Part 2

TW: Some mildly degrading language, it comes with the DL terrotory, Laito calls reader a whore once.

Shu Sakamaki

Perhaps if you were less tired you would have heard the door creak open or felt the hallway's light hitting your eyes as he entered your room. While not requiring heat, it was a luxury Shu enjoyed indulging in it and you tended to give the best reactions to his cold fingers waking you.

This time though you looked exhausted, a long exam season having drained you more than he would have thought. Besides, it would be funniest if you had the energy to react well. So for now he was intent on joining you in dreamland. That was until his eyes strayed to your vanity where a book lay half open. A clearer look showed a small child grinning up at him, and the note "Sweet Pea's first contest" was scrawled on a slip of paper attached to the bottom left corner.

You were sat beside an older girl both in tutus your hair adorned with with a delicate tiara complimenting your light pink, glittery costume. It looked like you were matching the older girl who was dressed in the more traditional sugar plum fairy outfit. Flicking through the book it looked like you must still be a ballerina, he especially loved your first point shoe photo, you were beaming at yourself in a mirror while standing holding the bar.

The last photo was dated as being almost a year ago, you were stunning. On stage front and center leg held high being supported by your partner as you stared dainty upwards to the side, ironically you were also a sugar plum fairy. Except there was something much more ethereal compared to the first picture he saw, you must have been some prodigy to look this way. The spotlight had all of you glowing, the layers of tulle and jewels only accentuating your glow rather than causing it.

You also had a photo with a young girl after the show, a change in generations perhaps? But, you didn't look as happy. There was the arm of a man in the frame slightly, wearing some robe similar to Yui's dad. Flicking between the first and last photo there was a clear difference between your smile reaching your eyes. You looked so hollow compared to your younger self.

The noise of you stirring slightly and turning over is what brings him back to reality, looking at you now it would be a lie to say he ever saw you smile the way you do in these photos, a beaming toothy grin in an expression he could only call personified sunshine. Now, none of that was visible. What little joy was left in that photo of you and the child had been eradicated. You were paler, and more gaunt due to constant blood draining. You had bags heavy under your eyes and knots in your hair. Punctures littered your neck, painful angry marks unhealed and just left there to further your pain.

He never asked about your hobbies or life before the manor, he knew very little about your past what he had seen while at your least intruding to try minimize the harm his brother, no he was causing. He didn't like this feeling, a rolling unsettling feeling in his stomach. He couldn't look at you as he slunk away.

Reiji Sakamaki

"Seriously, must you be so rude to delay all of our journey home."

Pushing open the doors to the school library he met the sight of your head against a book out cold. Walking closer it was clear you had been studying for some time, a mixture of notes and books laid around you. Tutting, Reiji brushed some pencil shavings away noticing the golden chain wrapped around your fingers a small heart nestled in your palm.

Turning it over it fell open to reveal two halves, one empty the other revealing a young girl in the lap of two people, their heads were out of the frame. Picking up the locket to more closely examine it, the girl was holding a teddy bear with a big red bow matching the red dress she was in.

"They took that picture before they sent me off to the church"

"What?"

Turning his head back to face her, she had sat up and wiped her eyes. Resting her head in her hand and looking at his hand with some far away look in her eyes.

"The church that supplies your sacrifices, cults are always going to exist but yours is less popular than you know. So they trick people or offer to buy their children flat out. Some of the girls had seen their parents trying to get them back, tricked into believing the church was a boarding school. I'm not sure what mine believed, I never saw them again. I don't have any other pictures of them."

"You don't believe in the Church? Yui seems rather devoted still, I know how you humans work and-"

"Yui was raised in the Church by a leading priest who at least pretended to love her, I was shipped off and locked in a building raised to be killed. If you want to view the world as one dimensional, I'd like to remind you that it goes both ways. So I know you vampires are so incapable of managing yourselves you lose all decorum when blood is involved and have seemingly failed to learn how to wipe your mouth." She was sneering, evidently it was harder to hold her tongue freshly woken up. All he could focus on was the swirling pain in your eyes, it was the closest he'd ever seen her get to tears, it took him aback.

The silence seemed to only further solidify your upset, shaking your head and grabbing the locket and your bag before walking out of the library. Reiji hung back for a moment, almost reflective before turning back to the table. The notes were insightful, she had interacted with the material rather than the girls in the school that begged him for help. He had to wonder if perhaps he was using a less than adequate sample population...

Walking out to return to the limo he had to begin considering appropriate response to this outburst.

Ayato Sakamaki

"Yo, you better hurry up Ore-sama waits for no-one!"

"I'm showering, you're the one that came into my room." Scowling the red head dropped down onto your bed only to feel something poking him. Lifting the mattress revealed a flat tin box you had hidden suspiciously. Nosey as he is, he immediately opened the box to be faced with a collection of different photos. Some were of you in some school uniform with some friends, you look around 13 in some of them. Other, newer, photos have you in some brick building with those other girls, as well as some of the previous brides, some wore crosses similar to Yui's but you weren't. You were sat on a window ledge a small cupcake in your lap with those other brides living here, your eyes had that same hollow look you get when he insults you. The worse one though was a picture of you as a toddler, sat on a woman's lap with a tiny paper hat on your head. You were grinning in front of a cake lit up with 3 candles.

How dare you. Being so happy and hiding these expressions from him but showing them to other people. As this is crossing his mind he hears the door creaking open as you enter still drying your hair before freezing.

"How did you get that." You were trembling, eyes fixed on the box still in his lap.

"How dare you hide things for Ore-sama! You are mine nobody else's you have to give me everything. And this," He held up the box, shaking it to punctuate his words. "This is proof you are hiding things from yours truly!"

Tossing the box into the fire in a fit of rage, watching you cry as you try to save some of the photos. He eventually pulled you away, drinking you near faint and watching as you stumble trying to run away when he let you go. Watching as the flames slowly cause the photos to curl in on your small round face while you wait to blow out your candles. As well as listening as you sobbed just outside the door.

Kanato Sakamaki

Kanato had demanded to see what was in your suitcase the moment you had passed the doors into this hellhole. Thankfully Reiji had insisted that it was improper and due to his short attention span the purple haired menace had mostly forgotten. As weeks passed it had completely slipped your mind as you were far too preoccupied trying not to die. While walking through the halls of the manor back to your room after school your mind drifted to Kanato's bizarre behavior.

Kanato, for some reason, followed you around more than the other girls here, you were unsure how to feel about him all in all. He had moments where he was incredibly sweet and nice only to change in an instance with no predictability into screaming, violent rages. He was bad news, with no motivation or willingness to try change or improve you had to live in constant tension over what mood he'd be in. No better example came to mind that what you faced upon opening your door.

Kanato sat at the foot of your bed, your suitcase open and a scattered collection of pictures of you around them. Your heart was in your throat, unable to see his face to know how to act or run. Your hands were clammy, those photos were important to you and while you wouldn't mind showing people Kanato was ultimately a risk, he could rip them up or hurt you for having them.

"Hey, you were a cute child strawberry." Kanato was half facing you now, focusing on the picture in his hand you in a princess bouncy castle at your cousin's 5th birthday. You loved that one, you had dressed up as Rapunzel, you had a lilac tea dress on and your mother had bought fake hair to braid in with yours to extend its length. Gently stepping closer you explained this to Kanato, and about her being your favorite as a child.

"You can sit closer, I want you to tell me more." He didn't sound angry, rare for when he made demands. and you want it to stay that way. Sitting closer he also shifts to have his right knee brushing your leg as he sat crossed legged. He had his arm holding himself up behind you. Sitting in that pose, if it weren't for the clothes, he looks like a normal teenager.

He kept you there for over an hour it felt good to get to talk about your life before being a sacrifice. It was the longest you had ever seen him lucid. You eventually nod off, vaguely comprehending fingers slowly running through your hair and a blanket being draped around you.

Laito Sakamaki

Laito strikes a balance between crazy and insane that while still very much not sane, he's better at hiding it. For the past few months while here you've seen him slowly tailor his behavior to somewhat better suit you. While still a complete perv, once he realized his attempts at flirting didn't work he changed tactics, a few times, until there was this uneasy understanding between you both. You weren't friends or anything but his worst behaviors were saved for when he was hungry for the most part, other than that he was mostly just an annoyance. An annoyance currently not letting you take your time with the Sunday crossword. "8 across is isthmi, strip of land connecting two large areas separated by a body of water."

"I knew that."

"Is that why you took so long to write it down?" I could only glare as he sat there one hand holding up his head on the opposite end of the sofa. Chewing my cheek to stop a sly remark I twirled my pen before filling in the answer. It's been a few days since he's drank, too many smart remarks could have bad results.

Between answering hints that I was taking too long to figure out, Laito was playing with the other pages of the newspaper, folding them into aeroplanes to send across the room. Fiddling with one of his most recent planes absentmindedly, he began to speak.

"The real question is why do you do these crosswords when you're so bad at them." He was grinning as he looked up to see my reaction. However, unlike my normal remarks my face must've fallen because he looked incredibly confused.

"Oh? Strike a nerve little whore?~" He was all but purring, reveling in getting under my skin so effectively. All I could do in response is shake my head turning back to try focus on the crossword. About a minute of silence passed of pretending to focus on the page. Suddenly feeling breath near the back of my ear I flinch turning to see him hovering above me, arm on the headrest behind me and his other on the armrest caging me in. Panicking my breathing picked up as I tried to ensure as much distance between me and him as possible.

"Pictures," he mumbled. "The answer is pictures 4 down, you're not that bad...what are you thinking." He was staring straight at me, seeing straight through me. He reached back to his pocket before placing a familiar photo in front of me, the old crease down the center where I folded it in half to fit in my old uniform. It was a photo from the dormitories, I was 5 working on a crossword page torn from the paper while the older girls in the room were reading the paper and the younger ones played.

"I found it when going through your stuff to see what could be returned to you, can't have cellphones or anything useful for escape. Only to find this, some of those other girls are in the photo and just like every Sunday you ripped out the crossword page. Why?"

I didn't like this Laito, when he was just as sharp as his older brother's and not as easy to placate as the other two triplets. This Laito, who has now left me to share things I would've much rather keep private.

"Nowadays, the Church operates as a boarding school to draw in brides. You get there and you are cut off from the outside world, they tell us the girls run away when they're sent here. They wouldn't give us any real information, too many heretics in the world." Picking at the frayed edges of my hoodie's arm, I took a deep breath before continuing on. "I told the matron I liked crosswords, she did the weekly Sudoku, so since I was young I knew she thought I wouldn't break any rules. I would tear out the crossword page to do while the older girls read the paper to collect any news on disappearances and just on the greater world in general. I would return the paper and say I tore out the crossword to keep to see how my timing improved. Now it's just a habit that paper will never say anything about us or anything that can help right."

I saw him sit back out of the corner of my eye. Readying myself to be bitten or mocked I kept looking down.

"You still stick your tongue out when you focus, its cute."

Before I could even look up he was gone.

Subaru Sakamaki

Out of all the Sakamaki brothers, Subaru was by far the safest. His anger was predictable and mostly posed a risk to furniture over you, even his bites were gentle and so long as he didn't rush off he would seal the wound with what you had dubbed 'nasty healing spit'. So when he unofficial began acting as your bodyguard you didn't complain, or even acknowledge it out of fear he would stop and leave you to the bats.

The new routine was by far the most peaceful you had experienced in some time. You ate your breakfast on your balcony watching the sunset before the white haired shadow took his place brooding nearby. This 'morning' was no different, you set eating your breakfast as you looked through a small pile of photos that the computer club had salvaged from the remnants of your phone. As the sky faded from orange, to purple, to the dark blue of summer nights and stars began to appear in the sky you sat back, eying the door waiting for his appearance.

Your door opened, his figure being somewhat visible through the sheer curtains as he yawned. Once he pulled the curtain back to step outside he scowled seeing you waiting, but when did he not? He silently placed himself leaning against the door frame while you remained seated.

"You can sit closer you know. I don't bite, promise!" Grinning up at Subaru while his scowl worsened.

"You aren't going to last long if you have that attitude stupid."

"I thought we had an agreement, most liars don't call themselves liars."

"I'm a vampire, you shouldn't be so careless if you value your life."

Sighing and turning back to your pictures, you both continued to sit in silence. It took 5 minutes for Subaru to give in and move closer. You were still going through the photos not acknowledging his movement. If there's anything you've learnt it's that if you ever point out Subaru's behavior he runs away, ironic for such a fearsome creature. After he had some time to work up the courage he pointed to one in your hand.

"Who's that?"

The photo was of you wearing some roller skates at a roller disco party, you were 7 or 8. Your wrists covered in sparkly wrist bands and plasters covering your knees and palms from how much you had slipped practicing to avoid embarrassment.

"It's me at one of my friend's birthday party, About a year after this I first got sent to this boarding school linked to the Church. After a few years I was cut off from everyone and sent here. That was the last time I saw her actually, she moved away."

The albino nodded in understanding before once again entering into a lapse of silence. He kept looking back to that photo while you organized the rest of the pile, wrapping the photos in a piece of paper to prevent any sun or dust damage. Standing back up and collecting your belongings you looked to him expectantly. However, he just continued to stare off into the distance.

Weighing up your options and how much you currently valued your life, you leaned down to tap his shoulder. Aside from a minor jolt he seemed more receptive to you. Passing over the photo you were smiling.

"I don't want to look at this it makes me sad, but it seemed to catch your attention to here."

[roosterforme]

The Younger Kind Part 33 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You need answers so you can move forward with Bradley. He wants to reassure you that you're everything Meredith is not. And it always feels like everyone else is trying to define your relationship for you, but you want to take control. 

Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff, mentions of smut, and age gap (18+)

Length: 4900 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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Bradley felt sick. This must have been why you were clearly so uncomfortable since he got home yesterday. He could tell that something else was wrong outside of the break in at your old rental and the cut on your hand. And it was the fucking dirty video he had made with Meredith years and years ago.

God damn it.

As he rushed out of the kitchen and tried to find you, Bradley called out, "Princess!" But you didn't respond.

How irresponsible and careless of him. He hadn't watched that video since he and Meredith were living together. Sure, he'd uploaded it to his phone and watched it on a few deployments before Noah was born, but that had been it. He had deleted it from his phone, but apparently there was a backup copy. And the fact that you had seen it had him in such a vibrant state of panic, he couldn't get to you fast enough.

"Baby, where are you?" he called out, yanking his fingers through his hair. He looked in Noah's room and then continued to the bedroom that he wanted you to share with him forever. And there you were, standing with your shoulder pressed up against the bedpost that was adorned with your paper crown. You looked impossibly young and so sad, and he wasn't sure what else to say except, "Princess. I'm sorry."

You just shook your head and looked at the floor as you wrapped your arms around your chest like you were trying to protect yourself. God, you never needed to protect yourself from him anymore. He wanted to be the one to protect you from everything else, not make you worry. 

When he took a step closer, you looked up at him with tears shining in your eyes. "You told me I could go through the stuff in the attic," you whispered, rubbing your hands up and down your arms nervously. "I didn't mean to watch your personal video. I wish I hadn't. And now I feel so stupid for moving all my stuff in."

Bradley ran his palms over his face. The bedroom smelled like you. The whole house smelled like you. It was intoxicating, and he was always going to need it. "Baby, I had no idea that was in the attic. I didn't even know it was saved anywhere. It was from years ago, okay?"

"I know," you replied, wiping at your eyes and looking toward the dresser he had encouraged you to finish filling up with your stuff. "I know it's not new or anything. But... I hated it."

"I hate it, too," he replied immediately. "And I hate that it hurt you."

Then you pushed away from the bed and squared your shoulders, and it felt like you were forcing yourself to keep eye contact. "Did you keep it because you still watch it? And am I an idiot for giving you those photos? Because I don't know if I can compete in that way." The words at the end of your sentence started to fade away softly, and Bradley closed the distance between your bodies without touching you.

"I didn't keep the video intentionally, Baby," he swore, ready to drop to his knees and beg. "I don't watch it. I didn't know it still existed. Why would I keep it when I'm with you now?"

You traced his knuckles softly with your index finger and whispered, "Because she's beautiful."

"No," Bradley growled, tucking his fingers under your chin and gently guiding your gaze up to meet his. "She's been a nightmare for me. For us. That's not beautiful. She's nothing like you." Then you melted against his body, and Bradley whispered, "Nobody competes with a Princess."

He rubbed his big hands up and down your back as yours settled around his waist. "I don't even want to have to think about her," you whispered against his shirt. "But she's everywhere, like she wants to make sure she's not forgotten."

Bradley kissed your forehead. You weren't wrong. Meredith had come out of hiding as soon as he got involved with you, and she just wouldn't quit. "She's in custody now. There's no reason for us to have to think about her."

"But the USB-"

Bradley took your chin a little rough in his palm and kissed you hard, eliciting a whimper. He kissed you until both of you were breathless, and you were clinging to the front of him. Until he felt like things could get back to the way they were. "Let's destroy it."

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You let Bradley take you by the hand and lead you to the kitchen where he bent to pick up the USB drive from the floor near the sink. Then he reached into one of the cabinets and grabbed a cutting board.

"What are you doing?" you asked. 

"Something I would have already done if I knew it was still here."

Then both of you walked out the back door into the afternoon sun where he set the USB drive down on the cutting board on the patio. And then you watched him dig around in the shed and return with a hammer. He went right to kneeling on the patio without any hesitation, and you watched him make quick work of it. With three swings of the hammer, bits of blue plastic went flying in every direction. By the third hit, all that was left on the cutting board was some mangled wire and flattened metal. The stupid thing was obliterated, and when Bradley looked up at you, there was a smile on your face.

He tossed the hammer aside. "Come on, Baby," he said, standing and scooping you up in one smooth motion. "I want you forever, Princess. You don't have to doubt that." He kissed you softly as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Do you believe me?"

"Yes."

He grunted as he kissed your cheek. "She's gone. She doesn't live here. She has no bearing on what we're doing."

"I know," you promised as he carried you back into the kitchen and set you on the counter. "I know, Daddy." You watched his expression soften further at your words and your touch as you pulled him closer by his shoulders. 

"She's not coming back," he whispered, placing soft kisses to your lips and face. "It's just us. And Noah. He's ours."

Ours. You wanted that. You wanted to be as much a part of this home and this family as Bradley was. As Noah was. And you knew they both wanted you here. They were your boys, and you were their Princess. You needed to accept that it could just be that easy. 

"You're making everything seem so simple," you whispered, squeezing his shoulders and biceps as his fingers kneaded into your hips and waist. 

"It is," he promised. "It's just us, and we'll figure out the rest."

"I don't want you to feel like I'm the one making it harder though. Like I'm the one taking advantage of the situation and your house and your money."

Bradley took a deep breath and planted one hand on the counter next to your thigh, his other thumb skimming along your lips. "That was what Meredith was like. Not you. You're too smart to waste money. You're too sweet to take Noah for granted. And you're too perfect to ever intentionally take advantage of someone. And it makes me want to share everything with you."

You kissed the rough pad of his thumb, and he replaced it with his perfect lips. His mouth was everywhere, and his hands were starting to roam, and you thought he mumbled something about a ring. But then your phone started ringing in the pocket of your scrub pants. 

Bradley paused with his hands on your thighs as you held up the phone. San Diego Police.

"You better answer it," he whispered, kissing your cheek and pulling his big, warm body away from yours.

"Hello?" you said a bit breathlessly. 

"It's Detective Summers. We've completed our search of your rental. Just wanted to let you know you can enter the house again and clean it up, and we'll be in touch with your landlord."

"D-Did you find anything?" you sputtered, holding the phone tight to your ear.

"No," he replied, almost monotone. "Nothing. We've got no leads and barely any evidence. I'll email you the report and call back with any updates."

Then the line went dead. "Fuck."

"What's wrong?" Bradley asked cautiously. You barely recounted the brief conversation with him before your phone was ringing again in your hand.

"It's my landlord," you said, tossing your head back. "He's going to start making a big deal about the glass again."

But you answered the call so you could hopefully just get him off your back and move on from this headache once and for all. And he wouldn't shut up about the stupid broken window. "You need to come over today so we can talk about how you're going to get this repaired. And then we can discuss an additional month of rent."

Bradley must have been able to hear your landlord clearly through the phone, he was talking that loudly. And when he took it out of your hand and pressed your phone to his own ear, you didn't stop him. 

"Right," Bradley growled, and you would have loved to see the look on the other man's face. "So what you're saying is you'd like to wrap all of this up today? Sounds great. We're on our way over."

Then he ended the call and helped you slide off the counter. "Uh oh, Daddy. I think you just made things worse for me."

Bradley scowled and said, "He shouldn't have been talking to you like that. Like any of this bullshit was your fault. Let's go. I promised I would fix everything. Let me try to fix this for you so you don't have to deal with it. You live here now."

You watched him grab his checkbook before he took your hand in his and led you outside.

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Bradley was pissed off. You and he were finally getting somewhere talking in the kitchen. You were listening to him, he knew you were. He was in way over his head with you, happily. He would do anything to make your day easier, gladly. You always did the same thing for him and Noah. But he didn't appreciate how nobody else seemed to want to get off your back.

He was holding your hand, maybe a little tighter than was comfortable for you, while he drove to your rental house. He loosened his grip a little bit and asked, "Has your landlord always been a prick?"

You just shrugged and ran your thumb along the side of his hand. "Kind of. But definitely worse since I told him about the glass."

"Needs an attitude adjustment," he grunted, passing Penny's house and pulling up to the curb in front of the rental. "Is that him?" he asked, nodding toward the man standing on the porch with his hands on his hips. 

"Yeah, that's Sam," you confirmed, and Bradley leaned over to give you a quick kiss.

"Let's get this sorted out so we can go get Noah."

You climbed out of the Bronco, and Bradley rushed around the front end until he was at your side. He was pleased to note that Sam's eyes went a little wider as Bradley marched up the sidewalk with his arm wrapped around you. He was also pleased that you seemed completely relaxed next to him now. 

Sam planted one hand on his hip and scratched his bald head. "Listen, missy. Let's get this sorted out with a rent payment so I can get my new tenant in here." Bradley had to fight back a smirk, because he sounded nowhere near as aggressive as he had over the phone. 

"I just don't understand why you expect me to pay another month of rent. This was literally a crime scene, Sam," you said. "I didn't break the window myself."

He pursed his lips at you. "That's debatable, since the police said there was no way to know who broke it. And honestly, with the things kids get up to nowadays-"

"I'm sorry," Bradley said, cutting him off, but he wasn't actually sorry at all. "Sam? Is that your name? Sam, she's not a kid. She's an adult. Start treating her like one."

He opened his mouth and snapped it shut again before finally asking, "Who are you, exactly?"

Bradley wrapped his arm a little tighter around you as he said, "My name is Bradley. But you can call me Lieutenant Bradshaw. Just wanted to let you know that I already talked to my lawyer, and she doesn't owe you another month of rent."

Sam's eyes bugged out. "Your lawyer?"

"Yes," Bradley barked. "Pay attention. There will be no additional rent payment. Got it?"

"Y-Yes," he stuttered. "Fine. But she still owes me four hundred dollars for the broken panel of glass."

Bradley pinched the bridge of his nose before he turned to you and kissed you. You looked up at him with surprised eyes as he said, "Do you still need anything else from inside, Princess?"

"No. Nothing."

"Great." Then he left your side and marched over to Sam, glaring at him as he opened the door. Bradley's shoes crunched on the broken glass and he looked around the floor inside the front door. "This looks like about a hundred dollars in damages to me."

Sam looked scandalized. "No way. It's four hundred."

Bradley glanced at you out on the front step before he leaned in closer to Sam. "If you make me get my lawyer on the phone, I'm sure she would be delighted to explain to you why your departing tenant actually owes you no money at all. And we can get the San Diego police department on the phone as well just for some added clarification. Tenants are responsible for damages they cause to the property. That does not apply here. Understand."

When Sam didn't say anything, Bradley pulled his checkbook and pen out of his pocket and asked the man how to spell his name. "Here's one hundred bucks, because I've been in an exceptionally good mood this afternoon with my girlfriend. You really caught me at a moment where I'm feeling generous. Now that's going to be it. Sound good?"

Sam met his eyes, and Bradley really thought he was going to try to disagree with him. "That's fine," came his eventual response, to which Bradley smiled smugly. 

"And why don't you just go ahead and delete her number out of your phone. Go ahead. Do it now, while I watch," Bradley encouraged like he was talking to a very dim person. "No reason to keep calling and bugging her when you have a new tenant moving in, right?"

"Sure," Sam murmured, and Bradley watched as he deleted your name and phone number. 

"Now, one last thing. You stressed my girlfriend out for no good reason. So I'm going to need you to apologize to her."

Sam's gaze was steely, but he turned toward you anyway. "Sorry." It was the saddest excuse for an apology that Bradley had ever heard, but he nodded at the man regardless. 

"Great. Won't be talking to you," Bradley told him, and then he reached out for your hand. "We should go get Noah before we're late," he said.

"Yes, Daddy," you gasped, and Bradley's eyes snapped up to meet yours. He paused halfway to the Bronco and slid his hand around your hip. Your eyes were filled with need as you very slowly pressed your body tight against his. 

"Princess," he grunted. 

"That was so hot," you moaned softly, and Bradley's eyebrows shot up. "I don't even know if what you said about rent and Tracy and the police is actually true or not, but my god, Bradley... so.... hot." You pressed up on your toes to kiss him.

"I'm not sure if it's true either, but I was prepared to call Tracy," he told you, gently guiding you along to the Bronco.

"Well Sam certainly believed you."

"Yeah, well I was feeling a little aggressive. I don't understand where he gets off talking to you like that. Probably talks to all women that way. You think my mom would have let me talk like that when I was younger? You think Nat would let me know? Jesus, he's lucky I didn't kick his ass."

Bradley had the door open and you were halfway inside when you leaned in and kissed him, tugging him closer by his hair. "I'm really turned on."

"Fuck," he grunted as he heard Sam start his own car and pull away. It was probably the combination of clearing the air about the video and making sure he reiterated that he was in this thing with you forever. And it probably didn't hurt that he took care of your landlord, too. Because Bradley was turned on as well. 

Your kisses felt like the heated ones he knew by heart. The ones he thought about while he was looking at his collection of polaroids. But when you moaned his name against his lips and stroked him through his jeans, he pulled away. "Baby. Later, okay? Later."

"Okay," you said breathlessly, still reaching for him. 

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You sat in the Bronco on the way to get Noah with your hands tucked under your thighs. Bradley was stealing glances at you at every stoplight, and you were doing the same. 

"Princess," he grunted, turning to face forward as a light turned green. 

But you couldn't help it. You felt a million times better than you had this morning. If the video with Meredith was never kept intentionally, then you could get past it. And if Bradley was willing to shield you and Noah with his life, then you could stop questioning him about everything else. It was like the floodgates of your apprehension finally opened up, and you wanted everything with him again. His time, attention, love and care. The fun and the physical intimacy. 

When he parked at the daycare, you crawled across the seat in your ridiculously wrinkly scrubs, and he welcomed you onto his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and said, "Thank you for today."

He kissed your cheek and asked, "What did I do?"

"Everything," you told him right away. "You made me feel comfortable with you paying Tracy. And you didn't get mad that I was upset about that video. And then you had a real conversation with me about us. And you never let anyone treat me like a child. I love you."

"I love you, too," he promised, and you kissed him before you reached for his door handle.

You still weren't sure what he had been expecting last night, but he didn't seem annoyed with you one bit. He never did. But you wanted to make it clear anyway. "And later, after Noah goes to bed, I want to have sex with you."

He stopped you from climbing out of his door with his big hands at your waist. "Only if that's what you want. The last few weeks were rough for you. For both of us. We don't have to rush getting back into that, even if you and I are turned on right now, okay?"

You met his eyes and shook your head slowly as the image of Greyson popped into your mind. "You're perfect," you told him, and then the two of you walked inside to get Noah. Casey was still there, just like earlier this morning, and you felt smug as Bradley kept his left arm draped over your shoulders while he signed Noah out for the day. 

Then he bundled you up in his arms with his lips and mustache pressed to your temple for all the world to see while Casey turned away with an eye roll and went to get Noah. 

"Daddy! Princess!" he called, carrying some new artwork in his hand as he bounded toward you both. You didn't think you'd ever get tired of watching the way Bradley effortlessly scooped his son up into his arms and held him so you could get a hug and a kiss from Noah. 

"Did you have a good day?" you asked brushing your thumb along his cheek while he handed you a painting of a dinosaur. 

"Yeah. I'm hungry."

"Oh," you said, looking at the two of them. "Today was a little crazy, and I didn't plan dinner."

"Let's get pizza," Bradley replied easily, barely saying goodbye to Casey as she hovered near the desk and called out to him.

You were smiling as you buckled Noah in while Bradley called in the order, and then the three of you went to pick it up. He ordered from the pizzeria on the same block as his preferred coffee place, and when you moaned, "I love when you bring me coffee from that shop," he chuckled as he parked.

"That's why I ordered the pizza from this location. Figured nobody was bringing you French vanilla coffee on a regular basis while I was away." Then he paused and raised one eyebrow. "Nobody else was spoiling you with overpriced luxury coffee drinks, right?" he asked playfully.

"Nobody," you confirmed. "They might write my actual name on the cup if they tried. And I would hate that."

Bradley carried Noah inside and you hooked your fingers through his belt loop as you waited in line. "No," Bradley mused. "That would be absolutely unfit for a Princess." 

When the drinks were ready, the barista slid them toward Bradley along with a marker, and he handed Noah to you. Then you watched him write Princess on your cup. 

"Am I still allowed to be the Knight?" he rasped softly, looking up at you for permission. When you nodded, he jotted that down on his own coffee cup. But before he could hand the marker back, the barista slid another cup across the counter.

"Something sweet for the little guy. He's so cute!" she said with a smile at Noah. Bradley shoved five dollars into the tip container before writing Prince Noah on the small cup filled with whipped cream and a plastic spoon. 

He had it all over his face as you held him while Bradley opened the door to the pizza shop, and then you watched your boyfriend juggle a pizza box, a container of salad and two coffees on the way back to the Bronco. 

"You're very coordinated for someone so old," you told him softly, and Bradley carried you around to the other door while you squealed with delight.

"The slander," he growled playfully. "I won't tolerate it."

"What do you plan to do about it?" you asked, cupping his handsome face in both hands as you kissed him. 

"I'll kiss you until you learn to respect your elders."

You laughed with your head tossed back as he kissed your neck. "I think it's great that you don't know the difference between a punishment and a reward. You must have forgotten in your old age."

He groaned and said, "You're just making it worse for yourself for later, Baby."

"Excellent."

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Bradley watched you cut up a slice of pizza for Noah while he liberally dumped the dressing onto the salad and mixed it up. You seemed more relaxed now. He did too. The destroyed USB drive and the open conversation and all the little touches and kisses made today almost perfect. Sure, there had been the details about Meredith and your landlord to contend with, but Bradley would do that shit any day as long as you were here. 

"It's still pretty hot, Noah," you said, putting the plate in front of him. 

Yes, you should absolutely stay here forever. The desire to have another child with you was always strong for Bradley, but it got so much more intense when you took care of Noah. He wanted to talk to you about it, but today already felt overloaded with feelings. So he would wait.

"This is good," you said in between bites of salad. "I like this dressing," you told him with a grin. 

Bradley looked back and forth between you and Noah. Your palm was still covered in a bandage, and he knew you were tired based on the way you'd slept so soundly on him last night. The deployment had been a lot for you, but of course you did everything just right. Of course Noah was happier than ever and asking if he could call you his mom.

"We should take a vacation," Bradley said absentmindedly. 

"We should?" you asked as your eyes met his. "Where?"

He smiled as Noah asked for more pizza. "I have some ideas. We can talk about it later."

You pressed your lips together. "I thought we were going to do other things later?"

Bradley laughed. "With age comes experience, Princess. And I'm pretty good at multitasking as long as nobody asks me to cook anything."

"Multitasking?" you asked, eyes wide as Bradley got more pizza ready for Noah.

"Yeah," he replied. "You want me to show you later?"

You hid your smile behind a slice of pizza. "Sure do."

Bradley let you and Noah off the hook after dinner, and he cleaned up the kitchen, not that there was much to do. Then he joined you outside on the driveway where you'd drawn a gigantic crown with purple sidewalk chalk in front of your car. While you helped Noah color a rainbow dinosaur, Bradley took the time to write Daddy loves Princess in huge lettering, and when he was done, you rewarded him with a kiss. 

"You boys play while I take a shower?" you asked, wiping orange chalk on your scrubs. 

"Of course. Or take a bath if you want to. Go relax."

He wasn't sure what you ended up doing, but you were in the shower or bath for a long time. Bradley got Noah ready for bed after he put the chalk away, and when you walked into the bedroom wrapped up in a towel, he was getting himself undressed. 

You took a deep breath and blurted out, "Just one more thing from our conversation earlier? About that video?"

"Of course," he said, his hands frozen at the hem of his undershirt, not sure what to expect.

You ran your fingers along the bedpost and said, "I know I'm here now and she's not. And I know there's nothing I can do with you that you haven't already done before... but is there any way we can buy a new bed? That's only ever going to be ours?"

Bradley's heart was pounding. "That sounds like a commitment? You planning on staying forever?"

"Yes, Daddy," you whispered with a smile.

He tugged his shirt off and told you, "Pick out a new bed. Whatever you want."

Your fingers grazed your purple crown as you smirked and asked, "Now why don't you show me some of your multitasking?"

He smirked. "Sure you can handle it?" he asked, tossing his undershirt into the hamper. Did anything feel as good as the way you joked around with him? You were grinning nonstop when he wrapped his arms around you, holding you and the damp towel against him. 

"Yeah, I can handle it."

"You say that now..." he replied softly, unwrapping the towel and letting his hands skim along your soft skin. "God, I missed you when I was gone." He watched you preen for him, and it was like night and day how much better you obviously felt since this morning. He pressed his lips to your ear and whispered, "When something's bothering you, I want you to tell me right away from now on."

The soft nod of your head had him tossing the towel aside and holding you against him as you shivered in the cool air. "Yes, Daddy."

He grunted and said, "You know I'll always take care of you."

Your eyes were so needy as they met his, and he watched your head tip slowly back as his thumb stroked your nipple to a hard peak. He worked you up slowly, always coaxing your gaze back to his as he spoke in a very matter of fact voice. 

"Now, let's talk about this little family vacation. I think we could all use a break, yeah?"

"Yeah," you moaned.

"Eyes on me, Princess. There's a lake house that Mav and Penny mentioned wanting to take a trip up to, and there are a lot of extra bedrooms. Do you want me to get more information about that?" His hand was sliding down toward your pussy now, and he chuckled as you tried to rub yourself against his fingers. "Well? Do you?"

"Yes!" you gasped, grabbing at his shoulders. "Whatever you want."

"Whatever I want?" he murmured, grinning as he slid one finger along your wet slit.

"Mmhmm," you hummed, eyes half lidded as he teased you. 

While he figured he could get you to agree to almost anything, he knew exactly what he wanted. And tonight was too perfect to waste on anything except the sweetest words and just the right touches. "I want to take my family away for a few days. I want to spoil the hell out of you."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and moaned, "Yes," while you pulled him toward the bed. You were perfect, easing yourself back on the pillows, naked and needy as he took his jeans off. 

When he eased his body on top of yours, he let you reach for him first and pull him closer where you wanted him. "Let me spoil you every day? Show you how good I can be? Make you never want to leave?"

You combed your fingers back through his hair as you looked up at him. "I'm not going anywhere."

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Daddy is fixing it. And Daddy is going to spoil his family. Hope you enjoy your babysitter story @beyondthesefourwalls and thank you @mak-32

PART 34

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[beifong-brainrot]

Do you have any opinions on how the introduction of Kuvira was handled? For me it's weird that she barely appeared in Book 3, even though Bryke knew she'd be the main villain in Book 4. Having her be a significant ally who became an enemy would be more impactful. Also, it weird that they had Suyin claim Kuvira was "like a daughter" and in the comics made it clear Suyin raised Kuvira, yet they never showed Suyin or her family really treating Kuvira like she was a member. She's just an underling in Book 3.

Yeah, I mean, she actually appeared in the background a lot of times, but she never really took centre stage. At first I thought Zelda Williams just wasn't in the budget for B3, but she actually speaks a few times in the show, so I'm not sure what that's about.

I assume Bryke maybe didn't want to show their hand too much, but it was pretty obvious that Kuvira was going to be a major player in the next season. It would've made more sense to actually introduce her properly.

Like we've all joked abt Kuvira being "like a daughter" to Su yet not being in the family photo or introduced alongside the other kids. It would've made sense to introduce her then too. She was already at the dance practice we met Su at.

And frankly, seeing Kuvira actually interact with the other baby Beifongs would've done a lot to humanise her. Like, she's presented as very distant and stiff in B4, I don't think we wver really connect with her other than the little moments she has with Baatar Jr and at the tail end of the season.

Frankly, Baatar was, in my opinion, a much more personable character for the majority of B4 than Kuvira was. We get a very clear look into his inferiority complex, his resentment towards his family and his resolve to leave them behind, his love for Kuvira, his ambition and his care for Opal which makes him decently complex and multifaceted.

In comparison, Kuvira is kinda... robotic? Like, her design, Zelda Williams acting and the genral dommy military mommy aesthetic were doing some heavy lifting for Kuvira's likability. Because she's kind of a wooden board of a character. Which is fine, it can be fun, but I don't find her a compelling primary villain.

Seeing her be more "human" in B3 would've made her attitude in B4 more compelling. It could fit into the aspect of performance Kuvira seems to have to her.

If I want to be speculative for a second, I would assume Bryke wanted a character similar to Azula, who is put together and a great threat at first, but ends up showing vulnerability and breaking down in the finale. Except this time they wanted that character to be offered compassion, as that was a fitting end to Korra's arc. My assumption is that they added the mommy issues to Kuvira to make her more palatable to the fandom, as it was a big reason many of us connected with Azula, and ended up doubling down in the comics.

Except Azula is 14 with an abusive dad, and Kuvira was a fullgrown adult with at least some support system. But y'know, they tried.

That being said, I can easily see Su trying to absorb Kuvira into her family unit, and it not working because Kuvira was actively isolating herself, and because the rest of Su's family weren't too jazzed about Kuvira being part of the family. But Su is just. Blissfully unaware of that and genuinely caught of guard when Kuvira reveals that she didn't feel like part of the fam. Which is the canon Bryke seem to ultimately have settled with. Its messy, but plausible. I do wish we had a mlre straightforward introduction of Kuvira though.

[apomaro-mellow]

Two in the Bush 5

Part 4

Eddie:

Doesn’t take care of his hair

Daddy issues

Hasn’t talked to dad in years

Billy:

Daddy issues

Never worked anywhere longer than a year

Anger issues

Doesn’t talk to sister

“I don’t get how we both have daddy issues but I have to reach out to my old man?”, Eddie groaned.

The two alphas had reconvened a few days later at the bar Billy worked at. It was 11 am, so it was basically empty. Eddie sat at the bar while Billy cleaned some glasses.

“Well, did your old man ever beat you black and blue?”, Billy asked.

“No, just made me help him steal cars”, Eddie answered. “Still a shitty guy though. He’s locked up not too far from here.”

“Then bleeding heart Stevie probably wants you to reconcile with the guy.” 

Eddie groaned and dropped his head onto the bar. “He smelled good, didn’t he?”, he said, voice muffled.

“He smelled like mine”, Billy said.

That got Eddie to look up. “He smelled like mine.”

They glared at each other and were at a stalemate for a long moment. Another alpha was trying to move in on their omega. Their pregnant omega. 

“What happens when we find out it’s mine?”, Billy asked. “Are you gonna bow out or are we gonna fight about it?”

“I’m not letting Steve go”, Eddie said. “Even if that pup’s not mine. What about you? You really just gonna leave him alone if the pup’s not yours?”

Billy didn’t like entertaining the thought that it might not be his. He wasn’t like, super gone on Steve or anything, but he hadn’t finished having fun with him yet. And there was no reason for an incoming baby to get in the way of that, he thought.

“It’s mine”, was all Billy said.

“Yeah, well, that’s neither here nor there. Steve made it clear. Work on ourselves or be banished from his loins for good. And contacting our estranged families seems like a good place to start.”

Steve had gone about a month without hearing anything from either alpha. Part of him was a little disappointed. But mostly this was what he had expected. It was hard to change and he didn’t think himself or his pup important enough to get them to do so. He didn’t need some half-assed help from some alpha. He had Robin to rub his back through his morning sickness. 

He was currently lounging on the couch, feeling his belly. He couldn’t actually tell if he was showing yet or if that was just the crap ton of pasta he’d just eaten. He’s going to believe it’s his baby for now.

“It’s you, me, and Auntie Robin my lil jellybean”, he giggled to himself. 

And that was when the doorbell rang. He got up and to his surprise, there was Billy and Steve. They both looked incredibly proud of themselves.

“Boom!”, Eddie held up a polaroid of himself sitting at a table with a man who looked a lot like him on the other side. “I’ve been visiting my dad in prison once a week.”

“And?”, Steve asked.

“He’s been working on his GED, actually”, Eddie said, stuffing the photo into his pocket. “He even apologized when he first saw me. For a lot of stuff.”

“And why are you here?”, Steve pointed the question to Billy.

“I took the photo.” He glared at Eddie when the other man nudged him without a hint of subtlety. “And uh, here”, he took out his own picture. In it, he and a young woman stared at the camera. Well, glowered was more like it. They didn’t look alike at all except for the identical scowls on their faces. 

“Is that your stepsister?”, Steve asked.

“Yeah”, Billy said. “I tracked her down and found out she’s not too far from here. And that she’s kinda badass.”

Steve was taken aback. “You two…you’re really working on that list?”

“It’s for the pup”, Billy said.

“And you were right about the stuff on the list”, Eddie said. “I’m glad I gave my dad a chance. Feels better already than just remembering him as some asshole who never cared about me.”

“Max was surprisingly easy to talk to”, Billy admitted. “I thought she’d want nothing to do with me since our childhood, but she was like, almost happy to hear from me.”

Steve snickered. “You both looked miserable though.”

“Because this clown cracked some lame joke trying to get us to smile for the camera”, Billy shoved Eddie, almost knocking the other guy off of Steve’s porch.

Steve didn’t want to get his hopes up that he had two whole men willing to turn their lives around just for him. But his hormones didn’t get the message and tears began to prick his eyes. He sniffed, trying to hold them back and he appreciated neither of them pointing it out.

“Okay”, he nodded. “Okay. Um, do you guys wanna come in? Robin will be back soon and we’re gonna plan the shower.”

The way they clambered inside was like seeing two excited little puppies and Steve had the dawning realization that he didn’t want to lose either of them. But this pup only had one father. And he knew he couldn’t ask the other to hang around and help raise a child that wasn’t his. But for now, as the four of them (five really) sat around the kitchen and figured out the baby shower, he could dream.

Part 6

[margareth-lv]

🎢 It was just, you know, up and down all the time 🎢

This fandom is like an emotional roller coaster ride.

It is well known that sunshine follows rain: Although in this fandom every ray of sunshine is usually followed by a thunderstorm. A very simple example of this was Caitríona's appearance at the parish church in Ireland, following Sam's well-publicised attendance at his father-in-law's funeral. Despite repeatedly declaring herself a non-believer, she even took Holy Communion (with, of course, her PA sitting next to her, impassive and stiff as a log). And a few months later we had this publication in the Irish Daily Star, with poor Little Soul (face uncovered but obviously Photoshopped) being carried barefoot into a cold church. And a picture of PA in his usual sombre mood. Manipulation tactic: Don't look up.

With that in mind, it is hardly surprising that after the Taylor Swift concert videos were released, I froze in fear of what kind of bullshit we were going to be fed.

[To be honest, I had a life to live over the weekend, after all, I'm not the one sitting in front of the computer updating Caitríona and Sam's status all the time. But 'I froze in fear' sounds nice.] *** *** ***

You know, I imagined with horror that instead of publishing a post about testicular cancer on Father's Day, as she did last year, Caitríona would publish a photo of her 'loving husband' tenderly cuddling her pregnant belly.

You know what I mean.

😉

Something like that, but someone else instead of Sam. Except, of course, there are no pictures like that, haha. *** *** ***

Or that she would post a photo of her 'amazing partner' tenderly holding their newborn baby. Something with a vibe like these photos ⬇️⬇️⬇️

🫠🫠🫠

Season after season, for many years now ------

Fiction mixes with reality. Reality is fiction.

And the real father of the children and Caitríona's partner really does know how to take care of a child bigger than an infant too. He knows well how to hold a toddler, which he proves at every turn.

🫠🫠🫠

On a film set, in real life. Always.

You get the impression that the children actually adore him.

And he can relate to them, he can talk to them.

*** *** ***

Well, we are all living in a reality that has been artificially created.

People who supposedly have no children in 2020 are called 'parents'.

*** *** ***

A man who supposedly has no children in 2024 is called a 'Dad'.

*** *** ***

I freeze in fear, afraid of the rollercoaster ride that awaits us in the near future. My greatest wish is that the truth is in store for us.

[Gif courtesy of @sleepwakerepeat3. Thanks!]

[17 June, 2024]

[caystar13star]

Pic from this post

Every time Pete hears someone refer to her as Penny Benjamin it makes him angry all over again. Her name was Penelope Mitchell, and she was his baby sister.

He remembers how happy his mother was as she danced around the house, getting larger every day it seemed like.

“You’ll have to watch out for the new baby, Petey. You’re their big brother. You can tell them everything they need to know about the world.”

She bled out two days after Penny was born. Two weeks after the men came to tell them his dad was gone.

Pete tried to stay with Penny during the service, his wide green eyes following the movements of everyone as they paid their respects. He didn’t understand the things they whispered as they turned away—traitor, turncoat, damn Mitchell.

Two people stood out to him. The first was a lady named Sandra. She was from somewhere that started with a C, but he didn’t remember the rest. She had asked him several times about their family, if they had grandparents or aunts and uncles. Petey bobbed his head up and down and told her about his Uncle Snake that flew with his daddy.

She got a sad look and asked if there was anyone else. A neighbor, a friend at school maybe? He assured her that he would be just fine, and he could take care of Penny. He had been fixing her bottles since she was born, as their mother was too weak.

Penny had a big appetite.

There was another man there. He looked familiar, and Petey was sure he had met the man at some point. He was taller than Pete’s daddy, bigger muscles too. He had a frown on his face as he stared at the Mitchell siblings, sitting quietly on a chair.

Sandra introduced the man as Lieutenant Benjamin. He had flown with Duke, and Mike, and he had earned a trip home after their infamous mission by way of the shrapnel he picked up in the firefight.

The lieutenant’s wife was enamored with Penny. She called her a beautiful little doll. Petey had to remind her that Penny was his baby. She didn’t seem to appreciate that.

The next few days were confusing. Pete was urged to pack his clothes, and a few pictures. He didn’t know where he was going, but he would take care of Penny wherever he was.

Except, when he arrived at the group home for young boys, Penny wasn’t there. Sandra explained to him that Penny had been ’dopted. Lieutenant Benjamin and his wife were going to raise her now.

They didn’t want Petey.

Pete’s first fights at the group home were because some of the other boys heard him crying about Penny. He fought back with his fists and earned a beating for it.

As Pete grew older, he never forgot about his baby sister. He clung to the one grainy photo he had of them together, taken by Sandra the day of their mother’s funeral.

It took years. Approximately fifteen of them, to be exact. Pete was finally in the Navy, flying like his father, and he was stationed at the same base as Admiral Benjamin.

No one understood his fascination with the man, and he was warned off by many that his daughter was definitely off limits. But Penny was a Mitchell as well.

She snuck out, hopped on the back of Pete’s motorcycle, and he took her back to his assigned housing, and told her where she really came from. He showed her the picture of them, and the few pictures he had of their parents. He was so proud of how beautiful his baby sister was, even if she did have the nerve to already be as tall as he was (good nutrition growing up makes all the difference). She also had braces, but Duke’s teeth were unmistakable.

When Admiral Benjamin found out about them sneaking around, he threatened them both with Pete being posted far away. Pete retaliated by sneaking her into his F-14.

Once Penny was grown and out of the Admiral’s house, she got to know her big brother better. She loved the Bradshaws, and tried her best to be there for Pete and Carole after they lost Nick.

When she married her own (worthless) sailor, she hoped Pete would settle down and stop getting transferred all over the world. She knew it bothered Ice, and she missed him as well. She wanted him to see her daughter grow up.

It took time, and both their tempers cooling some with age, but Pete and Penny would spend their remaining years watching their kids (and grandkids) grow and play.

[pa-pa-patato]

Headcanons (I have not done this in hot minute)

•cuphead always had mug following him as kids

•when Boris was told he wasn’t allowed to bite he took that as being allowed to hit other kids when they annoyed him (was genuinely confused when bendy got mad at him for it)

•Alice’s mom never allowed violence or fights but her dad would cheer on his children anytime he saw the fight (will pretend scold then after if they weren’t in the wrong)

•bendy has face blindness cause I say so

•when he was younger cuphead really wanted to learn how to dance but he never had time and the time he did have was not enough since he’s not a natural

•Boris has a bite mark on his arm from bendy

•Boris also has a scar across his neck which is the reason he wear the bandana (the scar is barely visible and covered by his fire but he’s so used to wearing the bandana that he still put it on)

•Boris and Felix can smell if someone is pregnant

•Boris got used to bendy remaining him to do things like brush his teeth and fur or take showers ext. so when bendy stopped doing it cause stress and what not Boris also stopped cause he forgot

•everyone of the questers had a very realistic nightmare of bendy dying from the ink illness except for bendy

•bendy was supposed be a zanny but never was able because of his living conditions. But he’s still somewhat zanny and will sometimes quote Morden memes

•Alice used to always play dad in house game so she could marry her female friends

•cupbros once found a baby in the middle of nowhere and had no idea what to do so they just brought it hat who freaked out since demon being seen with a baby is super suspicious

•bendy loves to bath in the sun but he’s always to hot to stay long (a nudge to my other hc that he’s supposed shed his skin in the summer)

•bendy is a very slow eater so he has to hurry up when eating with everyone which usually leaves with either stomach ache or being hungry later on

•bendy wants to make dolls that look like all of the quester but worried he’ll be seen as weird and creepy

•bendys hair is magical representation of how in control he is of his magic he used wonder why his hair was always messy no matter how many times he brushed it

•once hat punished cuphead he out of anger just chewed on his desk living marks all over it

•if bendy was raised in hell he would’ve had been a child prodigy

•bendy would pull on Boris’s cheek instead of his ears cause they are sensitive

•he now pulls on anyone’s cheek when they do something stupid out habit

•Oswald and Fanny had really nosy neighbors that saw them kissing one time and tried to spread it around the neighborhood but everyone thought they were just spreading rumors

•once while they were training Boris suddenly remembered all fear and anger he felt while cupbros were chasing them and he just knocked cuphead to the ground shocking everyone including himself

•holly is trying to make a tracker so she doesn’t have to worry about where the questers are

•Boris used to be awful at cooking so much so that he somehow burned down half the kitchen trying to make noodles

•granny insists they all do an ugly sweater contest and to have a photo taken with it all of them on holidays

•cuphead once took a a little bird as a pet and was such a positive influence on him. Unfortunately he came to his bird dead on his bed after he disobeyed hats orders

•baby and snowball pretended to be each other and bendy and holly play along cause it’s so cute

•bendy can’t die from blood loss

•Boris made a small sign that said “I am not free and have a loving home” that he pulls out whenever he’s left alone somewhere

•bendy was always shamed for asking to many questions or was called annoying so he stopped asking. He now just stays close to Holly hoping she’ll ask a question he wants

•bendy also made a lot theories about the machine and his magic that he just keeps in his room not showing then to anyone even tho they could help

•Alice always wanted to be the one that proposes when she thought about getting married

•ebi wants to be friends with bendy but has no idea how to socialize

•Boris can be absolutely brutal if he wants to roast somebody it takes everyone by surprise except bendy that heard worse from him

•bendy got so happy when he realized he could hug Alice as hard as he could without hurting her

•every demon goes to all seven stages of grief when they find out about sexism and homophobia on the surface

•if Alice is flying cuphead will just pull on her leg in the direction he want her to go

•bendy once coughed out an entire knife. He never ate a knife. He doesn’t know where the knife came from. But now he has a cool knife

•mugs used to have freckles

•holly and bendy have the absolute worst taste in crushes