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The Things We Miss

JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Summery: There were only two rules between the Pogues. No Pogue on Pogue macking, and never mention the one we lost.

The chateau was littered with dry rot, and probably violated as many safety codes there were, hell, it probably created new guidelines just by standing, but it was home. It wasn’t legally anyones, no more did it belong to John B as it did to the rest of the Pogues. He could call it his childhood home, but so could JJ, right? If you spend all your time on the lap of another’s father, he becomes your dad too, right? He becomes more than the man who you wave to when you see to be polite. He teaches you how to fish, how to write, not to read cursive, he couldn’t even do that, but how to cook.

But maybe that was all just a perk, something to sweeten everything. Because truthfully it wasn’t the family, or his lack of family, or the house, or the food—though it was good, or the beer that kept JJ coming as often as he did.

It was her.

Y/n Routledge, a Pogue by heart, and a smile like gold.

Y/n was younger than John B, not by much. They didn’t even have a year separating them. They were irish twins, in the sense that their parents decided it would be best to try for kids as soon as possible after John B was born. Maybe it was the mother’s idea, maybe she knew she’d be leaving and she had to do everything she wanted as quickly as she could to escape faster. But John B figures it was just baby fever. So Y/n was ten months younger than John B, but never dumber, or slower, or calmer.

She was the center of everything. All things good, JJ believed happened because of her. Like she had a good luck charm that radiated onto the others. Though, she wouldn’t need it if she had, because JJ believed he was lucky enough to have her just breathing beside him anyway.

Maybe that’s why her passing was so hard for him, harder than it was for any of the other Pogues, even her own blood.

None of them would ever forget the night they lost her, John B had been suffering with the loss of his father, but Y/n seemed to power through like it was nothing. She hid the CPS documents from John B to keep him calm, payed the bills for him, and kept him fed and happy. She never cried. Never.

So imagine the surprise when they discovered the ghost of tears staining her face when the sun rose and they could finally see her, paled and cold.

They would never see her kind eyes again, or the smile that lit up every room. Her laugh wouldn’t echo through the chateau, and she wouldn’t rock the boat trying to wrestle Kiara for the last applesauce anymore. She was gone.

The hurricane was harsh. John B and Y/n had excitedly claimed it as a way to delay their CPS appointment, confident they would live another day on the island.

She didn’t want to surf the surge that night, she was scared. She begged her brother not to go, but when she saw the determination on his face, she grabbed her board and went with him. Because if anything were to happen, she’d pull him from the sea and drag him to shore if she had to.

The waves were restless, crashing onto the shore and knocking back anything littered behind. Y/n’s gut said don’t do it, but her best interest for her brother, and her JJ forced her feet into the waves.

It was fun at first, catching waves she never had before, laughing with JJ and John B, but soon it became too much, and when she wiped out, she went silently, her head coming down on a rock hard, and her board drifting away as she sunk into the soft sand below, the dark waters thrashing at her body, hiding the crimson that swirled around her.

She was scared, she was scared when the day started, and she was scared when she went. When the boys decided to call it quits, also unable to keep their balance, they called for her, but she was nowhere to be found.

“Y/n/n?” JJ had called out, wading back into the water quickly, only knowing the vague position where you had last been. “Y/n, come on, it’s not funny, seriously!” But the jokes had always been JJ’s thing, so only part of him held out hope she was only joking.

“I see her!” John B had called out, catching a glimpse of her hand underneath a softer wave, but maybe he wouldn’t have tried so hard, wasted so much energy, and carried her to shore if he knew just how late he was.

“Come on bird, come on.” He called her the nickname his father gave him, seeing lines of her paled face through the teary vision covering his eyes.

They preformed CPR, and JJ’s mouth met hers in a desperate attempt to wake her, he nearly broke her rib trying to restart her heart. He could feel the burning in his eyes, but he refused to cry over someone he believed he could save. When he dreamed of their first kiss, he never thought it would happen this way.

Y/n sputtered to life with a cough, rolling over to breathe, and the boys felt relief for the first time. They thought they knew the feeling, but now they truly did.

Y/n had a lot of fight in her, maybe that’s why she came back. But the darkness made it hard to see the blood staining her hair red, or how it dripped down the side of her neck as rain poured down on them. She laughed at something JJ had said, and she told him that she loved him as they limped along the path, and this time she seemed different about the way she was saying it. They didn’t know it just then that they hadn’t saved her, because she walked with her brother’s arm around her, but she fell into JJ’s when she collapsed.

“Y/n/n?” He asked, in a panic. He stumbled, but held her up, trying to brush the hair out of her face so he could see her. His palms came up red, wet with more than the salt water that consumed her. He swore as he sat on his knees, holding her head between his legs while John B kneeled above her.

“Come on, hold out a little longer okay?” He tapped his sister’s cheek, his fingers lined with the red that poured from her head. He silently prayed she was okay, that she was just weak from nearly drowning.

They whispered sweet nothings to her, because even with her eyes closed and her breathing shallow, they could feel it in the way she was tense that she was scared, scared even as she slipped away, as the life she cared for so much was ripped from her cruelly.

They cradled her close and lifted her head to press soft kisses to her cold skin. The boys hands were sticky with copious amounts of blood that didn’t belong to them. But still, they cradled her like their warmth was enough to undo what was done.

They laid her in bed when they got home. John B tucked her in like he had the first week their mother left, and like she had the first week after their father’s death. In the morning, her white pillow was stained red, and her body was unmoving, not even the faint rising of her chest from her breath could be seen. She was gone, and her red skin and streaky face told them that at some point as they laid her to rest, she had accepted it, she had cried and she had gone because it would be less painful than trying to stay.

JJ found her first in the morning. He screamed, and he punched a hole in the wall before crying on her lap. He positioned her arms to hold him one last time as he wept, John B rushing in only to break a lamp in grief, the weight of her death on his shoulders.

She was gone, and he blamed himself for dragging her out to a place she never wanted to go.

John B was left with the absence of his other half, and JJ was left with the regret of not holding onto her a little tighter before she passed. A sister, and the love of another’s life ripped from their hands under their noses. It made them equally sick.

“No, hell no!” JJ yelled, storming out of the sunroom in the chateau. The wood creaked under his heavy boots, which were caked in dust and stained from rain. There was a droplet of blood near one of the toes that he often focused on, a stain from a memory he wishes he didn’t have.

“JJ she can help us!” Pope called out for him, but his voice fell flat against the revving of his dirt bike.

“I don’t give a damn if she held up the sky with her pinky!” JJ yelled, tossing his bike in the dirt carelessly.

It wasn’t that JJ had a problem with the blond kook, like he had some personal vendetta against the Cameron girl, no, it was the way his best friend was looking at her.

He held a love in his eyes he hadn’t seen since the incident. A few weeks ago, it would have made him happy, he would have clapped a palm over his spine and laughed at how he hoped he would be next, but he would only half mean it because JJ was certain he had already found something to compare John B’s love sick stare to.

But now that was gone, and John B was looking at another girl like the most important person in their lives wasn’t gone. Like the red that still stained the sheets in a faint pink color wasn’t haunting the guest room that was once hers. The same room that John B had torn apart and made unrecognizable just hours after they took her away.

JJ kept her things though, selfishly, in a box under the bed. Her pictures and her stuffed animals, the bear that JJ had spent his first paycheck winning for her.

He slept in that room religiously now, clinging to the mattress like if he laid in it long enough, his body would find the indentation where her body used to curl up, like if he held onto her sheets for long enough, he could still smell her, and if he played her favorite CD’s, ones he used to tease her for liking because it was all girlish pop music mixed in with some dad rock and acid, he would hear her fading laughter one last time.

John B didn’t give a damn, he couldn’t care less, and that’s what made him mad. That someone he would have traded places for in an instant was gone and her own brother didn’t seem to care.

“JJ, calm down!” Kiara shouted aimlessly, scooting back when the screen door slammed open again and JJ’s boots slapped against the wood loudly.

“Do you not care?” He asked, venom on his tongue, and John B simply shot him a glare.

“Of course I care! I want this gold more than anything. Sarah can help us, I can’t help that love just…walked through the door!” John B spoke like there was nothing else that could possibly be getting under JJ’s skin.

He threw the ashtray that sat on one of the dusty tables outside, watching it shatter like his heart had. The pain was still fresh, and the loss even fresher. He still had her blood underneath his finger nails, and maybe thats what made him feel so sick.

“Who cares about the fucking gold!” JJ shouted, exasperated. “What about Y/n?”

His words earned gasps and loud silence from the group, his best friend’s mouth hung open in quiet understanding and also a deep grief that had a lingering anger.

“JJ, we said we wouldn’t talk about it.” Kiara warned quietly, eyes flickering between the boys.

“Y/n is dead, John B. Shes gone and shes never coming back, don’t you understand that?” JJ’s hands fisted at the collar of John B’s shirt, only letting go when Popes hands rested on his shoulders, yanking him back so hard they both stumbled backwards.

“Of course I understand that! She’s my sister, I loved her!” John B argued back, shoving JJ hard, but not getting much leverage as Pope had already pulled them apart.

“But you have no problem replacing her!”

The world seemed to fall quiet, even Sarah had nothing to say, though everyone around could tell she was trying to sympathize for a death of a girl she barely knew, someone she could only grieve through the stories she would eventually hear.

“None of you do!” JJ’s shouting died down into a pathetic cry, his lip wobbling and his eyes red. They all watched his nose scrunching to help with the stinging he felt travel down his face into the back of his throat. It only made it feel more real because if she had been there, she would have known how to make him feel better. But none of them did, and that was the hard truth.

“It’s like you don’t even care about her! You can’t even fucking say her name, it’s like…like it’s some poison for you guys. Y/n Routledge.” JJ sputtered on in an endless word vomit. “That’s her name and don’t ever forget it.”

JJ turned on his heels, pushing past Pope and brushing his shoulder hard. His boots kicked up the dirt behind them, but just like he always did, he had more to say.

“She was gonna be something great.” He declared, spinning on his feet, holding his hat she bought him in middle school between his clenched hands. “She said she wanted to make a difference, and I believed her. She was gonna be the one to make it out of here. She was gonna be something to someone!” He wanted to throw his hat down, but the thought of tarnishing something that she had once held made him sick.

“But that doesn’t matter, right? She’s dead. She’s dead because she was too busy saving all of our asses that she didn’t have time to save her own.”

He looked at his hands, the sight of the dried blood making him sick all over again. He sped off before anyone could say anything else, before they could see the way he turned green with grief and fought the urge to choke his vomit down just to see if it might work and he might see her again.

Instead, he sat on the beach. Between the grains of sand, there were some red blotches left on the ground. He kicked them around with his boot, not wanting to stare at the crime scene any longer. It was enough that a droplet was forever stained on his boots, and that it was tattooed into his skin.

When the tide was low, you could see the top of the rock that took her. It felt eerie because he had memories of her standing on that rock as a child. Pretending to be the little mermaid as the waves hit the shore, and promising her that one day he would get rich and buy her a real mermaid tail.

This was her favorite beach. The waves, the soft sand and the shady spots by the trees that hung over the edges of the land. Overtime, it grew to be JJ’s favorite beach too.

He knew he shouldn’t talk about her so soon from the accident. That John B was already torn up about the fact that he couldn’t afford a proper funeral, that Kiara’s parents had to buy her ashes so they could spread her in the sea, in the same waves that took her.

But not talking about it felt like failing her to JJ. To him, she was everything good in the world. A pure sweetness he wished he could have greedily taken more of. Because the truth is, JJ found love a hard thing to accept. He knew he loved his friends, even if he could never express it verbally, but he always knew he loved her. Part of him was glad that he had told her once that he did, love her.

Maybe she always knew, but he was glad he got it off his chest before she went, because at least that didn’t haunt him.

JJ swore he could feel her arms cradling him as the sun set, and he swore her laughter carried out through the winds that swept over the waves. She was as warm as the sun and as luminescent as the moon to JJ, and funny enough, as wild as the ocean.

In some ways, it made him feel a little more at peace that even if he physically couldn’t have her, they would always be a part of the same stars. He was just a little bit further away from reaching them as she was.

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call-me-copycat · 4 months ago

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I don’t know if you take request but can you do an emergency request with aizawa with like a kid figure? Or like foster or adoptive kid or something who like got 🍇 threats and just is really not okay because men suck 😞💔 no but srs I know it’s not all men but what the flip..! Sorry if that was like a vent feel free to ignore if you’re uncomfortable by it but if you do please tag me!! Take care

Hi! I apologize for taking a few days to get to this, my energy hasn't been the best but I finished it! I hope this helps even a little, sorry to hear you went through such a thing (๑•́︿•̀๑)

I'm wishing you all the best and more!

The Hollows of the Mind

➤ Welcome - Introduction and request rules (requests are open + some info about me)

▶ Characters: Father! Aizawa & GN Reader [Platonic]

▶ Genre: Comfort

▶ Summary: You receive... Threats. Luckily, Aizawa's the best at both protection and comfort

▶ Word Count: 2146

▶ Warnings:

Mentions of assault

Threats given to reader

The night was cold. There was a slight breeze that made its way through the open window of your dorm room, but you couldn't be bothered to close it. You didn't have the energy.

You didn't have the energy for very much lately. All of it was drained from you when they showed up. You shuddered, trying to erase their vile threats from your mine where it seemed to imprint itself. Sometimes it amazed you how low people would crawl.

Time was the last thing on your mind. It seemed to drone on as you sat on your bed, zoning out as you stared out the window. Maybe you ought to close it soon.

A brief knock on your door sent you jumping a bit, but you quickly stilled as your father's figure came into view.

Aizawa was safe. Everyone knew that. He cared for his students with a burning passion and his past injuries were proof of how far he was willing to go. Villains feared him (sometimes students as well), but you and your class loved him.

Aizawa was safe.

"It's past lights out. You know what that means. "

For a moment you simply stared at him, frozen in confusion. It wasn't until he stretched out an open hand that you realized it was your phone that he wanted. You had lost track of time, and this was what you received.

As if things couldn't get bad enough.

With a sigh you reached out to pass him your phone, half-way apologies already forming in your mind.

"I'm sorry Sensei, I promise it won't happen again. "

Aizawa was observant. It was near impossible to hide anything from him, and he was normally able to pick up on things sometimes before you yourself could even tell.

Such as now. Body language was an important indicator of someone's emotions, and yours was drooping. You looked lethargic, and all your movements lacked any energy behind them. Something had brought you down, and suddenly Aizawa's attention was brought off the phone.

His normally stern expression morphed into one of concern, as the tone of your voice had caught him a little off guard. Placing your phone down on your table, his dark eyes studied your expression. This was not how you usually were. Something was off.

Once he made his way over to you, he gently placed a hand on your shoulder. "What's wrong?"

You didn't realize how out of it you were until you jumped at the sudden touch to your shoulder. It was unexpected, but not unfamiliar. You never jumped around him. You looked up to him, and in that moment Aizawa saw just how tired your eyes looked. They were dull.

Your thoughts swarmed your head as you contemplated on telling him or not, and what you'd even say if you did.

It was late, so it was supposed to be expected to see one tired around this time. But the fatigue that filled your eyes looked as though it had been there for a while. You didn't look tired... You looked exhausted, and Aizawa couldn't help but feel a pang of worry at this point.

Aizawa loved all his students. He'd do anything for them. But you. You were special to him, you were his. His child to care for, to look after, to love and accompany. While he wouldn't outright say it, you held a higher position in his heart compared to any student he's ever taught.

He moved to sit beside you on your bed this time, trying to look into your eyes as you turned away.

"[Name]..." Gently placing a finger on your cheek and turning your head so you'd face him, he sighed. "What happened? Talk to me." His voice was low, gentle. More gentle than usual.

Hesitantly, you brought your eyes up to face his. Aizawa was a familiar figure. He'd always been a beacon of hope for every single student in class 1-A, including you. So why couldn't you call upon him yourself?

"I-I..." It was hard, getting the words out. It hurt. You didn't want to relive it all over again. However, before you could begin speaking again, your phone lit up with yet another notification, the ping sound echoing in your ears.

Noticing your eyes widen from their droopy state unconsciously, Aizawa's attention is moved to the device. He concluded that whatever popped up on your phone was the issue at hand.

"Who is it from?" He asked as he stood up and reached out for it, much to your horror. Things were moving too fast. You wanted help, yes, but there was some unknown fear gripping you. Fear of what, you weren't sure.

"Wait!" Your voice rang hollow in your ears, surprising both Aizawa and yourself at the unexpected action. It instantly froze him in place, fingers hovering above the device.

You'd never raised your voice before, let alone at him, and it was only then that he had confirmation that whatever was going on wasn't to be taken lightly if you were acting this way.

Swiveling his head over to you, his expression remained solid as he spoke firmly. "Tell me what's wrong, now." He didn't mean to come off as cold, and you knew him well enough to know that he wasn't trying to be.

Aizawa saw an issue and he wouldn't let any barriers get in his way of fixing it - even if you were the constructor. He needed to know what was happening.

You were frozen in place, arm still reaching out from when you shouted. As you looked over towards your phone, the notifications glaring at you on the screen, you slowly lowered your arm as you mulled it over. Staring blankly at the screen, you felt hollow. All the fear had been sucked out of you, leaving you to feel foolish at keeping quiet. A risky thought jumped ahead in your mind, and before you could think twice you were already opening your mouth.

"You... You can open it."

You slowly slid your eyes down to the ground, not wanting to see his expression and just wanting the whole ordeal to be over. Fear and shame and sorrow bled into your thoughts daily. You just wanted someone... Anyone to save you. To reach out a hand.

Which is what Aizawa always did best.

He wasn't expecting the sudden compliance, but he wasn't going to sit and complain. Slowly, he turned to your phone and unlocked it, reading through everything that showed on the screen.

You could only stare at the floor. You didn't want to see him. You didn't want anything to do with this whole ordeal anymore. You just wanted to live your life the way you used to. You didn't want to be scared.

The air between the both of you was thick with tension, silent and heavy. Everything came to a standstill for a brief moment, before Aizawa suddenly slammed your phone back down onto your desk.

You shot your head up, only to see him looking at the floor with his fist clenched. He was trembling. But he wasn't scared. Far from it.

He was mad. Not mad, enraged.

He wanted to find every single idiot who even thought that way about you. It was difficult to contain himself, and for a moment he had to heave a breath just to steel himself so he could speak.

"For how long..."

His voice shook the slightest bit as he looked up at you.

Turning away so you wouldn't be facing him, you swallowed. "Awhile," you softly muttered. Once again, you were drowned in raging silence.

That little comment caused Aizawa's heart to break, and he clenched his fist to keep himself from blowing up from anger.

"Why didn't you tell someone?.... Why didn't you tell me?"

His voice was low, he really couldn't hide the amount of pain in his voice hearing that this wasn't a single comment thrown at you.

You sucked in a breath, both you and Aizawa knowing that the answer wasn't that simple.

"I was scared..."

Looking up from the ground, you turn your attention to the still-open window.

"I know that either way I would've been scared... Telling someone or not. But I thought... I thought..." You couldn't help the way your eyes began to water as you huddled in on yourself. "I thought I could ignore it. "

Your reflection bounced in his dark eyes as he watched you intently. So badly did he want to hold you, to put a hand on your head and tell you that everything would be okay in the end.

He clenched his fist even tighter until his knuckles turned white.

"Ignore it...?" He breathed out, his voice reverberating through the room. He gently grabbed your shoulder and made it so you had to look up at him. You stilled upon sight of his upset decomposed expression.

"This is not something you can just ignore and just wait for it to go away."

His words hit you like a brick wall, but they were true. Aizawa was no sweetheart, he never sugarcoated things. He was true, a realist. He was stern, he scared people, he was strict... Yet you and many others knew that if you unraveled him you'd find a softened heart.

"I've come to realize that." You muttered, wiping your nose on your sleeve as your eyes threatened to spill over.

A part of Aizawa always broke upon seeing you sad. He softly squeezed your shoulder, gently reaching up to wipe your falling tears.

"It should not have taken this long for you to realize that..."

He was trying so very hard to contain himself and stay calm and collected. He needed to, for your sake. He let his hand fall from your cheek as he clenched his fist again.

"I don't care what they said..."

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as a new wave of anger was washing over him at the thoughts of everything that was said to you. All those threats... They wouldn't have the power to do a single thing. He'd make sure of it.

"I won't let any of them lay a finger on you, do you understand me?"

You finally turned all your attention onto him, and with teary eyes you let out a wobbly smile. You failed to compose yourself, ending with your throwing yourself at him, sobbing in his arms as he caught you and held your close.

He was your father.

Your teacher.

Your mentor.

He was strong. Villains feared him. Students looked up to him. He was safe. He loved you as you did him. You just wanted to be safe, and here it was. It was him.

"T-thank y-you..." You hid your face in his shirt as you sniffled.

With his arms wrapped around you in a tight embrace, Aizawa held you close, gently running a hand through your hair.

He cared so deeply for you that it genuinely hurt at times. You occupied his mind nearly all day and all night. He was always worried, knowing how cruel and unjust the world could be. That's why he knew something like this was bound to form. Luckily, he was a formidable wall, keeping anything from reaching you. He'd be damned if he didn't give his all, no matter the threat level.

Pressing his lips against your forehead, he sighed. "You don't have to thank me y'know."

Breathing in, he cracked a small smile as he looked at you lovingly. "I'd do anything to keep you safe, doesn't matter if you ask me to or not."

You breathed, feeling lighter somehow. It was coming to an end. Resting your head in the crook of his neck, you closed your eyes as you finally allowed yourself to relax.

Aizawa rested his face in your hair, rubbing your back as he felt all the tension leave your body at once. He was happy to take that weight from you. It was a father's job, after all. You weren't meant to carry it anyway. So badly did he want to hunt down those that threatened you, and to show them some real threats instead...

But right now... There was something more important.

He continued his ministrations, realizing that you had fallen asleep in his arms. Heaving a sigh, he looked down at you once more, a smile gracing his features. He really did love you. Squeezing you gently so as to not wake you, he muttered "I'm going to fix this, okay?"

He closed his eyes for a moment, reveling in the warmth that you radiated, before standing up and closing the window you left open with a final thud.

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feartoxinjelloshot · 8 months ago

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The Black Mask was both with the name Roman, to Charles and Ruby Sionis, the wealthy proprietors of a cosmetics business empire based in Gotham City.

By all accounts he was a normal toddler. He was weaned off of milk and sent to preschool and potty-trained and all of the other things small children were bound to do. He was a quiet, polite, intelligent little boy who did his parents proud - they had been trying for a child for a long time, someone to inherit the business when they passed on. They made sure tiny Roman was aware of his importance early on. What better way to make a child feel special, feel loved? They were going to trust him with everything. He was going to be just fine at it.

The company, really, was Ruby's world. She was a woman, and cosmetics were a feminine empire. Charles - though he held his fair share of business responsibilities - was always more dedicated to his lifelong passion for hunting and taxidermy, which had been instilled in him by long family trips with his own father, out to remote stretches of forest, mountain and grassland to take down all kinds of exotic trophy prizes. When Roman got old enough Charles bravely attempted the same with him, even buying him his first very own gun for his tenth birthday. Roman was shy and hesitant, sometimes to the point of vexing his father with his lack of confidence, but Charles was patient and understanding and slowly coaxed the hunt out of Roman as well. The kid had a real talent for it, when he got over himself enough to calm down and aim. He was a genuine crackshot, and his father bragged about it at every chance, talking him up and ruffling his hair fondly. Those were some of the few times Charles saw his son show him a real smile.

The other side of it was not as comforting.

See, both sides of Roman's family line, in varying quantities and distributions, had always been prone to hereditary psychosis. This particular affliction had miraculously skipped both of his parents, and in a superstitious attempt to ward it away from themselves and their son, they neglected to ever mention it to him. In fact, they made a concentrated attempt to prevent him from ever figuring out what psychosis was in any meaningful way that might affect his development.

Roman grew up surrounded by animals. Sometimes they were whole animals, deer and tigers and caribou; sometimes they were just the head, set into a wooden plate on the wall. Each had a different personality and a different voice. They had been his friends since he was a baby, and he considered them truer confidants than even his parents. They comforted him when he was at his worst, spoke to him in quiet tones that he had learned by that point not to respond to in front of his parents: it's okay, you're okay, champ and you only did what he made you do and but you won't pick that awful gun up again, right?

But he never forgave himself for killing their sisters, the ones in the woods that looked and moved like them, with beating hearts in their chests and big shining eyes that went flat when his father finished them off. He never forgave himself for skinning them with a silver knife and eating their flanks when there was nothing else in the camp at night, because his father said he was proud of him and his chest was cleaved down the middle by a child's sick loyalty.

At a lack of other avenues Roman constructed himself into two faces. The first one was a happy, healthy little human boy who went to school and smiled at his parents and never made eye contact with any of his father's taxidermy or walked around the house at night on soft padding feet. The other one was his true self - an animal, among other animals, whose face looked less like the one in the bathroom mirror and more like a black thing with white eyes, too big to be a wolf and too small to be a bear, that howled its gleeful music up the chimney along with the chorus that lit up the mansion's crowded hallways just before dawn.

And for a while he survived like that: with his mask in the day and his life at night, not content but not wholly unhappy either.

But he had done his job well. He had done his job so well that his parents, through a combination of their own prideful ignorance and Roman's genuine deception of them, had not noticed that anything at all was wrong with their son. He passed his classes and didn't make trouble and spoke of his friends on occasion, and went hunting with his father every summer, and he was fine. They were all fine.

So on his eighteenth birthday they gathered him up and had a party for appearances and said Son, we had you late. We were old then and we're older now. We want to retire. And we love you, and we trust you, and so we're going to give you the company.

And Roman thanked them, gathered every shred of his human mask up to his face, looked at it, realized it wasn't going to be enough to cover himself up, and went deep into the house with his friends and didn't come out.

His parents were devastated. They'd been working so hard for this. The past eighteen years, and they'd been raising him for this. He loved them. They loved him. How could he be unhappy? And throwing a tantrum like a child? What had they raised him for if not this moment?

Roman, in the house, had been busy with the process of taking one of his father's unused taxidermy mounts, a deep dark glossy lacquered thing, and using his hands and a whittling knife to carve it into his real face.

The black mask. The wolf.

It came out looking more like a skull, but he figured that it was penance, after all, for all the siblings he had killed. He put it on and was overcome with hysterical calm relief, which was when his parents found the spare key to his rooms and broke in.

Their anger at him for what he had done quickly turned to rage at each other, and the company, and then Roman again, and each other, and through their screaming match and Roman's hysteria and the ceaseless chattering of the animals on the walls, nobody remembered the leftover sconces of candles downstairs until the smoke alarm went off.

To be short: Roman made it out. He was the only one.

Obviously, he was the primary suspect for the fire. They didn't believe that he couldn't have engineered the physical evidence, or that he wasn't lying about where he was at the time. There was nobody else alive from the house to confirm his statement. His face would never be the same again, that much was clear: the detectives and psychiatrists made quick work of the family mental history that he claimed he had never even heard about before that point - fat chance, kid - and by the time he got around to blabbering over his so-called siblings nobody took him seriously at all. They wrote him up. He couldn't be officially accused until the hearing, but it was an open-and-shut case. Poor bastard, but hey, it's Gotham. Shit like this happens every other week.

Roman Sionis never made it to the hearing.

He was out of the hospital for three hours before anyone noticed he was gone and his trail stopped cold at the exit doors. In forty-eight hours he had gone from one of the richest teenagers in the city to homeless, penniless, barefoot, and permanently disfigured - the fresh lacquer on his wooden mask had melted in the heat and fused straight onto his face, unless he wanted a complete transplant, skin and all.

Roman didn't. He figured that he had hidden enough. In his abject shock, he was starting to show some of his father's confidence, something he really always had hidden somewhere in the back but had always been pressing himself down too hard to show. He went into the guts of the city and stole a new set of clothes - all black, like the mask. If he was going to do this, he might as well do it in style. He was intelligent, a fast-talker, knew when to be quiet, and he really was still a crackshot, even after all those years. That was shit that could get a man pretty far down where he was.

The police never found Roman Sionis. They found the man who wore his body, sure, but the boy had been gone for a long, long time.

#black mask backstory piece because i felt like it #uneditied and its 1am btw. which is to say IGNORE ANY TYPOS PLEASEEEE #scribbles #clipsverse #black mask #roman sionis #its been haunting me that the image i have of kid roman in my brain is literally just thst one guy from metal family. can anyone here me #i WILL practice music all summer. etc

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purriteen · 10 months ago

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Ad victor spolia, chapter three

content warnings: incest, manipulation, eventual Stockholm Syndrome, toxic & dark!Coriolanus Snow (as if that isn't his default), named!reader, ANGST, eventual smut, non-con, age gap (5-6 years)

author's note: this is where it gets really toxic, so be prepared please this is so OOC I’m ashamed

word count: 2,678

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Perhaps it was about image after all. Your brother had invited guests to what you had assumed was a private dinner, just the two of you. You recognized Strabo Plinth and his wife sitting at his right, but he’d saved you a seat next to him. Deep down you had hoped that their spending time together was just some phoney traumabond, after all Coryo’s classmate and fellow peacekeeper - their son - had been executed for treason when they were both serving together out in twelve, and the boy didn’t seem to have a lot of friends, at all. You knew why, of course. He was district. You still remembered the gossip surrounding him when you had first started middle school. He was in the same class as your brother, and the year after that they both went on to the Academy. Even kids your age were talking bad about him behind his back.

You gritted your teeth as you walked over to him, feigning a smile when he pulled out your chair and gestured for you to sit. You obliged. Only now did you get a good look at the people sitting around the table. You only recognized a handful, as some of the other high-up politicians working alongside your brother and an old classmate of his. Mrs Plinth gave you a warm smile, pointing towards a couple steaks neatly arranged on a platter not far from where you were sitting and saying something you couldn’t quite make out. You smiled and nodded, leaning over to grab the smallest piece you could find.

You could feel his eyes on you, watching your every move. It felt like he was testing you - first he neglected to tell you about whatever this was, and now he wanted to see how you’d react. If you’d finally learned to think quickly on your feet. If your presence could actually be useful in these events. Even the gown felt like a test - presumably to figure out if you’d look good on his arm. Like he was trying you on, rather than having you try the dress on.

All that dining etiquette Coriolanus had forced you to learn when you were barely ten years old still stuck with you. That was the first time you got a good glimpse of your father in him. His impatience, the complete lack of compassion, the way he smacked your wrists for getting something wrong. At that point Tigris had intervened, but Grandma’am had simply shrugged it off and told some anecdote starting with ‘back in my day’.

You refused to even acknowledge his presence. You hadn’t been prepared for this, you knew you were still too vulnerable. Maybe that’s why he did it; if you broke down or embarrassed him in front of other people again, he’d have all the more reason to isolate you and keep building off of the story of his mentally distraught little sister. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of that.

You gloated in the fact that his guests seemed to take more of an interest in you than Coriolanus for a brief moment. An older woman you faintly recognised remarked on how much you’d grown since she last saw you. Another jokingly pointed out how you’d been the one to inherit your mother’s good looks. A pleasant laughter erupted from right next to you at this, but you could sense the tension in your brother’s voice.

Your heart was pounding in your chest when you replied, “Oh, but Coriolanus inherited one thing I didn’t, our father’s talent for scheming.” You meant it as a half-joke, but you could tell by the subtle tightening in his jaw that Coriolanus wasn’t pleased. Meanwhile it took the other guests a second to determine that it was okay to laugh.

It was laughable how shallow they all were, how they so loyally danced around on the minefield that was their president’s ego, all for just a glimpse of power.

By the time dessert was served you were deep in conversation with the man sitting on your left, feigning interest in his latest endeavours within finance as he tried to work his charms on you. You were surprised at first, but you supposed it made sense that an up and coming young weasel businessman would try and use you and your brother’s position to better his own standing.

You figured you could always use the excuse of common courtesy if Coriolanus decided to confront you about it afterwards. You’d never admit it, but you relished in the knowledge that you were getting on his nerves, and that you still managed to be subtle enough for him to not intervene. You reckoned that you were playing your cards well.

Until the guests started to leave one by one. Eventually you had to say goodbye to the young man who you’d learned was named Salus Bellthorn - judging by his last name he wasn’t anyone important, likely the son of one of your brother’s colleagues or similar - and one of your brother’s old classmates, who was surprisingly well-rounded.

Finally, it was just you, Coriolanus and the Plinths. You tried to remain polite, despite the distaste you felt for them for splitting up your family and humiliating Grandma’am. All you could think about was how she had died thinking her grandson had ditched her for a couple of greedy district folk. Soon enough he took notice of your suddenly uptight demeanour, making up some half-assed excuse about fatigue.

You didn’t like the thought of potentially allowing your reputation to become collateral damage, but you were pleased at the thought of forcing Coryo to clean up after you. He was always excellent at damage control. So it wasn’t surprising when he escorted the two of them to the front door to say goodbye, leaving you behind in the dining room with the remaining servants.

By the time he returned, all of that charm and pleasantry had melted right off of him. He marched right over to you, gripping your arm hard enough to bruise. You winced in pain, and he seemed to realise the two of you were still not alone in the room. He glared down at you as he tugged on your wrist, forcing you to stand up. He visibly cooled down, taking on his usual stoic expression, but you knew better than to think he was calm. “Helvius, clear the table and tell the kitchen staff they’re done for tonight.”

He didn’t even give his chief of staff the chance to reply before practically dragging you back towards the grand staircase, causing you to nearly trip on the fabric of your own dress as he rushed upstairs. Neither of you uttered a single word the entire way back to your room.

When you finally got there, he let go of his calm facade again, showing you the Coriolanus you’d grown to hate. He slammed the door behind you, each of your wrists in one of his pale hands as he held you in place. His eyes frantically searched your face for any sign of weakness, but you refused to allow him the pleasure of seeing you break again.

“Did you enjoy your dinner party, Coriolanus?” You finally inquired, after what felt like hours of glaring at each other in silence. Your voice was dripping with venom as you spoke, taunting him. You watched as anger flashed in his eyes, before he took a deep breath. You liked knowing that he needed to put effort into keeping his cool because of you, despite the fear you felt in this situation. It took you until now to realise how hard your heart was pounding, but you figured you had nothing left to lose.

Just when you thought he’d calmed down, he shoved you down onto the floor, catching you off guard. You grimaced as you crawled back and away from him, all the way until your back hit the side of your bed. He followed, crouching down in front of you and once again trapping you beneath him. He leaned closer, as close as possible with your knees protectively curled up to your chest.

“You find it funny, don’t you?” He spat as he grabbed your chin, pressed between his pointer and his thumb. “Do you enjoy ruining your own future, my darling sister?” He raised an eyebrow, his tone deceptively gentle. “Every time you try to cause a scene in front of me my patience wears thinner, Hersilia. Right now? It is holding on by a thread.” You swallowed hard, struggling to keep up the stone cold, unbothered look on your face.

“Is this the future you want for yourself? You’re here for your own good, but don’t forget. I don’t need a reason to punish you.” He sounded harsher this time. Less filtered. “Even the districts think you’re sick, isn’t that amusing? No matter how much they despise me for simply keeping them in check, they’re no better than your friends. Happy to turn on you on account of gossip and hearsay alone.” He dryly chuckled, running his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Do you understand the gravity of your predicament yet?” You shiver, the back of his knuckle gently tracing down the exposed skin of your neck, until he gets to the point where it meets your shoulder. His hand slowly, delicately coils around your neck. Your heart nearly stops, and you look up at him. His eyes immediately meet yours, relishing in the fear he can sense in your gaze. Eyeing you like a predator inspecting its next meal.

“Why don’t you just poison me, Coryo? You think I’m a threat, or at best a burden. So why do you not just make me go away? We both know you have the means to!” You whisper, but it comes out more as a hiss, and even then he can still hear the resentment in your voice. You stay like that for a couple of minutes, eyes boring into each other, quiet enough to hear a needle drop. His hands stay right where they are, holding you in place and only threatening to choke, enough to keep you on edge. Your cheeks are burning up, betraying your attempts to show him no weakness.

He finally sighs and gets back up on his feet. He doesn’t move though, gesturing for you to get up as well. “I do not hate you. I do not wish to see you dead. You on the other hand,” He pauses, taking a deep breath. “You don’t seem to feel the same way. You keep pushing me away, after everything I’ve done for you.” He reaches out his hand, and you reluctantly place your own in his and allow him to pull you back up.

“Tell me, dove. Do you even realise how much I’ve sacrificed for you?” He waits for a second as if expecting an answer to his clearly rhetorical question, before continuing. “When you were little, Grandma’am couldn’t even look at you. Not after what happened to our father, she didn’t want to get attached. And Tigris, she tried, but when you got sick, she started to act like you were already dead. I stole food for you, slept next to you by the fireplace for a week until you started to get better. I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you.” He continued, a vulnerability, gentleness, in his voice that you couldn’t remember hearing from him ever before. It sickened you as much as it tugged on your heartstrings.

“Everything I’ve done I’ve done to protect you. You’re a direct target for my opponents, and likely even common men. I can’t stand the thought of losing you, dove,” He caresses your cheek, your head nearly spinning as you try and process all of this. “Ever since I returned almost five years ago now, you’ve been so distant, so cold. I was too busy trying to secure our finances to see that you were slipping away from me.” You could hear the trembling in his voice, see the bottled up desperation in his eyes.

“I just want to keep you safe, Silia. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.” Now he’s whispering directly into your ear, the hand previously wrapped around your neck now gently caressing your shoulder. “I won’t lose you like I did mom and dad, like I did Grandma’am. I regret so much that I didn’t try harder to be there for you, even when Tigris shut me out,” He shakily exhales, his words making you finally snap out of it.

Your hands press against his chest, firmly pushing him away. You’re awestruck by the dishevelled, vulnerable look on his face at first. “What, what do you mean, Tigris shut you out?” He runs a hand through his hair, taking a deep, shaky breath. “Don’t you remember how cold she was after I returned? She didn’t even want me to be alone with you, you know. I figured she would’ve told you something, perhaps warned you to stay away from me. God, she was always envious, Silia, envious because she’ll never experience what we have, envious because she’s an only child. Can’t you see that?”

Your brows furrow, sitting down on the bed as you try to take a moment to think this through. But he immediately descends upon you again, crouching down once more and holding your bare, shaking hands in his as he attempts to make eye contact. “Don’t be like that, Hersilia. Don’t shut me out again. You know I’m the only one around here who truly cares about you. Why else would Tigris have abandoned you? Why else would your friends be so easy to bribe into leaving you? Why else,”

He pauses, gently grabbing your chin and tilting it to make you look him in the eye, “Would I keep you here, as close to me as possible, when I could’ve sent you off to a mental institution, tried to do away with you? You mean so much to me, Silia. I just want to keep you safe. You won’t ever have to worry about going hungry again, about being kicked out on the street, about being found out as a fraud and humiliated by your peers. You have to understand, I was so afraid that you would break, that I’d lose you too. I truly believed that the only way to keep you safe was this.” He just keeps going, overwhelming you with all these new revelations.

“Please. Coryo,” You meekly whisper out, tears rolling down your cheeks. “I need time to think, you’re, you’re confusing me so much and I don’t know what to feel,” You babble on, tears turning into sobs that wrack through your small frame. “You scare me, Coryo, your mood swings, this constant game of push and pull, it scares me,” You hiccup, and before you know it he’s got his arms wrapped around you, pressing your face into his chest as he strokes your hair, hushing you.

“It’s okay, you’ll be okay, you’re gonna be just fine. Won’t let anything bad happen to you.” He kisses the top of your head, and you have no choice but to accept his shallow attempts at comforting you. You realise that he thinks that he’s got you now, that you believe him. You’re not sure if you do or if you’re still strong enough to resist him, but in this moment all you can do is fall apart over and over again in his arms, allowing yourself to forget for a moment why you only have him left to turn to in the first place.

Meanwhile, Coriolanus is overcome by a sick sense of satisfaction as you unravel right in front of him. He’s far past the point of feeling guilty now, no. He’s certain he can shape you into exactly what he wants in time, but he hasn’t forgotten how you tried to embarrass him tonight.

He’ll make sure you won’t forget it, too.

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lazycats-stuff · 1 year ago

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Okay, so I want some angst, so could you do something with Bruce and batbro where reader is the newest member of the batfamily and also a vigilante. His backstory is really sad and never had a parental figure. So when he does something stupid on a mission with no regard of his own health, Bruce scolds and lectures him about it, so reader snaps and says something like “I don’t know why you care so much!” And Bruce reply’s back with something like “because I am your father.” But the reader isn’t having it, overwhelmed with his feelings, he yells something like “you are NOT my father and I’m sure as hell not your son!” And runs away After that. Honestly I’m not sure how to end this so maybe you could think of something 😅😭

Oh anon, it's going to end with fluff. You are going to get angst, but the end will be fluffy. I can't handle pure angst.

Summary: (Y/N) has no regards to his own health and Bruce reprimands him. (Y/N) lets his feelings be known.

Warnings: Angst and fluff essentially, minor cursing, (Y/N) is confused, mentions of injuries.

(Y/N) struggled badly with fitting in. Getting adopted by Bruce Wayne wasn't in his life plans. (Y/N) was fine on the streets. He educated himself in the library and he didn't need to go to school. Well, prison according to (Y/N)'s words. He didn't see a point in sitting in a classroom for hours on end.

And what was he going to learn there? He knows the basics of mathematics and he knows how to read and how to write. What more do you need in life? Equations?

Not in (Y/N)'s eyes.

It happened by pure accident. He was looking for his friend, hearing that he might have been in danger. Local gang was working through their neighborhood and he didn't like it.

He made sure to stay out of their way and he has advised his friends to do the same. However, people are not known to listen to directions and advices are they? The friend went missing and (Y/N) had to find him.

He didn't have many friends on the streets. It wasn't a bad thing, but you need to have some acquaintances. (Y/N) tried to be nice to everyone he came across, of course, he can't make everyone like him, but he tries.

He doesn't want any trouble. He just wants to get on his life easily.

During that fateful night, Batman and (Y/N) met one another for the first time. (Y/N) was shocked to find him here, but has guessed that he was just investigating. Bruce observed the boy for a moment before starting his interrogation.

He saw (Y/N)'s fear. His eyes widened, hands trembling at the sides. Not to mention the fact that (Y/N) was high on adrenaline. Bruce saw that he wasn't an enemy, just a scared kid. Bruce relaxed and asked (Y/N) some questions.

(Y/N) was stuttering as he answered Batman's questions. It was scary to see the Dark Knight in such proximity. (Y/N) knew that one wrong more will cause him to be maimed.

Of course, Batman wouldn't harm kids, but he is not really known to be patient for information so there was this inate fear that Batman might beat him up. (Y/N) doesn't have any type of medical insurance and...

But Batman was nice to him ever so gently asking him questions about the local gang that's moving in the neighborhood. He offered (Y/N) a position on an informant, but (Y/N) had to decline. Snitches get stiches and (Y/N) didn't want to die.

Bruce nodded at that statement. He understood. Nobody wants to be put in that type of situation. The stress, pressure... Bruce went home that night and he couldn't stop thinking about (Y/N). There was something about the kid that Bruce couldn't stop thinking about.

Maybe he sensed a lack of parental, more so a fatherly figure. Afterall, Bruce has a problem with adopting children and more so, taking strays in.

One night, he was taken to CPS and from there to an orphanage. He was shocked at how fast it has happened. From the cold streets to at least warm bed.

The kids there are not really something that he... Liked per say. Growing up on the streets, he didn't trust anyone, except one person, from whom he was now far away from. Unfortunately, he had no way of getting out, even after observing the pattern of how things to work around here.

Their patrols were good and chances of him escaping are slim. No, not slim, they are non existent. So he gave up after a while. He sat on his bed, reading a book from the library. Somehow (Y/N) ended up in a Wayne Orphanage and it had a library. Bruce Wayne is posh as hell.

(Y/N) looked from his book when he heard a knock on his door. It was Lisa who entered. She is a nice lady and (Y/N) liked her a lot. She understood him and she was never pushy with him.

" Hey (Y/N). There is a man here who wants to talk to you. " She said, all smiles. (Y/N) raised his brow in curiosity. He closed the book and put it aside, standing from the bed.

" What for? " (Y/N) asked as he followed Lisa through the halls. He wondered what it was. If it was GCPD, he won't talk. Again, he isn't a snitch.

" Oh don't worry, it's nothing really serious. Well- You know, you will see. " Lisa said, all smiles still.

" Oh no. " (Y/N) said quietly as they stopped at the director's office. She knocked before entering, letting (Y/N) go to the chair first then closed the door before sitting down herself.

(Y/N) turned his head and it was Bruce Wayne himself. What the hell?

" (Y/N), I have some good news for you. " The director started and (Y/N) felt nervous beyond belief now. And it had to involve Bruce Wayne somehow? Oh dear God.

" Bruce Wayne wants to adopt you. " The director said, clapping his hands. (Y/N)'s mouth dropped a little bit.

" What? " (Y/N) asked quietly, wondering what was happening. His mind couldn't even wrap itself around the concept of adoption.

" I know, it seems like a lot, but you are going to be adopted. " Director smiled and (Y/N) tried to say something, but couldn't.

" Now, you can go back to your room to pack up. " Director said and (Y/N) stood up, feeling like he could keel over at any point. Lisa went with him, seeing that he is very shocked. She saw that he didn't want to talk, but she was worried about him passing out on the way.

" Are you happy? " Lisa asked as they walked into (Y/N)'s room.

" I mean... " (Y/N) started talking as he took a sports bag. " I'm shocked. " (Y/N) whispered, packing his clothes. He took his personal stuff and put them in the bag.

" I know. But you have a chance to have a great life. " Lisa said, trying to help him out. (Y/N) sighed quietly as he packed up. He didn't have a lot either.

" I know. But still. " (Y/N) said, putting the bag on his shoulder. He looked back once more to see if he missed anything.

" Hey, if you ever need to talk, you can always talk to me. " Lisa said, giving him a quick hug before stepping aside to walk (Y/N) back to the office.

(Y/N) has never felt so nervous in his life. He only had his mother, but when she passed away, he ended up on the streets. Having a father figure now is something new to him. He didn't really don't know how to feel.

" Hey, don't worry. " Lisa said, putting a hand on his shoulder to bring him back from his head. (Y/N) nodded, but Lisa still knows that he never had a father figure. And fathers and mothers are very different parent types.

" He is aware of what you have been through. " Lisa tried to console him, but he didn't find any comfort in her words. He didn't like it at all.

It has been a year since he started living with Bruce Wayne and (Y/N) felt like he was out of place. The other kids are okay and they actually like him, but (Y/N) feels like he doesn't belong here. He is only used to mother like figures and connecting to Bruce in general is hard. To (Y/N) he looks like he is allergic to emotions.

Not to mention the fact that he is Batman and the others are Robins. He fainted when he found out and he was offered training to become a vigilante himself. (Y/N) thought about it for a long time.

It's a big commitment to become a vigilante. You need to keep your head calm and you yourself need to have the nerves to be patient. (Y/N) didn't think he could do it because there was so much anger inside of him.

It wasn't loud anger, no. It was quiet anger. It's a more dangerous type of anger and it's the one that eats you from the inside out. Not to mention, you need to be talkative, you need to talk through the comms and what not.

But (Y/N) didn't really enjoy it. He is an introverted person and he didn't really like to talk or go out somewhere and fight crime. But in the end, he thought about making a difference.

Will he make it though?

(Y/N) remembered every time he was out on the street. He stayed out of every ones way. Even though he had a great friend on the streets, he still never opened up to him fully. He has never bared his soul open for anyone to see.

He probably never will bare it to anyone. And one thing that made him think against being a vigilante was the fact that he can't really follow direction and orders.

But then again, maybe he is could make a difference. Batman can't eradicate crime, but he can give the city a boost and he has already given the criminals the fear. (Y/N) knew the fear very well. There was often a thought on his mind, whether or not Batman was watching.

But in the end, he decided to join. Bruce trained him and it felt weird to have some sort of guidance. And to have a support from a male figure is something... Nice and yet confusing beyond belief.

But he still couldn't quite wrap his mind around the fact that he had a father figure. And he felt some of the quiet anger disappear. It felt nice.

All of (Y/N)'s feelings boiled over when patrol went wrong. He disobeyed Bruce's direct orders. (Y/N) knew that he was in so much trouble, but the night has been so tiring and so exhausting. He got hurt, his body bruised and everything in him ached. He just wanted to take a cold shower and go to bed.

But that won't happen ever so easily.

(Y/N) walked off, not in the mood to listen to Bruce's lecture. It was just the two of them, since the others were busy with their own things. He didn't want to prolong this shit.

" (Y/N)! Stop right there! " Bruce yelled and Alfred turned his head. He knew that (Y/N) has put himself in danger by disobeying an order, but he couldn't stop his worry from showing on his face.

Oh no.

(Y/N) listened to Bruce, refusing to turn himself to face Bruce. He could feel anger rolling off of him in waves. He had to think of something that wouldn't result in him further angering Bruce.

" Turn around. " Bruce said, ever so calmly. (Y/N) knew that this is anything but calm. (Y/N) listened to the order, slowly turning.

Bruce's face was neutral, but (Y/N) saw anger in his eyes. Oh, he was in for a treat.

" You disobeyed a direct order! You could have died! " Bruce started and (Y/N) felt his fists clench. There was something building in his chest, something hot and heavy, settling near the heart.

" I had a plan! When I tell you to do something in the field, you listen to me! " Bruce kept on yelling and (Y/N) felt like he was going to keel over. He tried to unclench his fists, but he couldn't.

The anger had kept growing and growing.

" Why do you even care?! " (Y/N) yelled back, allowing the anger to take over. Bruce didn't even flinch at the yelling and he seemingly got louder.

" Because I'm your FATHER! " Bruce said, making sure to put importance on the word father. Something got triggered in (Y/N) and the thing that has settled near the heart exploded.

" YOU AREN'T MY FATHER AND I'M NOT YOUR SON! " (Y/N) yelled back with so much ferocity and so much anger that Bruce had to rear back a little bit.

The words stung a little bit and Bruce saw tears falling down (Y/N)'s face. (Y/N) took a deep breath before walking off up the surface and out of the cave. Bruce stood still and Alfred looked at one another.

" Well, I think he finally let it out. " Alfred said, trying to light up the mood, but it didn't work.

" Should I let him be for now? " Bruce wondered rubbing his face.

" Yes. He is at the moment angry and he needs to let it out. " Alfred said, rubbing the back of his neck.

While the two are having a discussion on what to do and how to approach (Y/N), the said boy ran to his room breaking down in the hall, just before entering. He fell down on his knees, sobbing quietly. He wiped his face before entering his dark room.

He quickly removed his suit before stepping into the shower. He showered with ice cold water to ease the pain of some bruises. He tried to calm down, but nothing worked. He changed into his pajamas and just crawled into bed.

He had no interest in staying awake anymore. But he couldn't go to sleep. Did he have to yell like that? Probably not. But those feelings are something that have been bubbling for a little over a year and if he kept them in for a while longer, it would eat him up completely.

But Bruce was very nice to him for the time (Y/N) has been here. (Y/N) closed his eyes as he tried to sleep, but he couldn't. His mom once said to never go to bed angry, but he was to stubborn too look for Bruce.

But it seems that fate would have it that Bruce seeks (Y/N) out first. Bruce entered the room quietly and (Y/N) was just still, pretending to be asleep. Bruce knows this trick very well, but he played along for (Y/N)'s sake.

Bruce sat on the edge of the bed, near his back. (Y/N) felt the bed dip and he remained still as possible.

" I know you think I don't care, but I do. You are my son no matter what and seeing you hurt on patrol made me feel scared. I shouldn't have yelled at you, but I was scared and angry at myself. " Bruce said and (Y/N) moved closer to Bruce, trying to find some comfort in his arms.

Bruce didn't say anything else as he embraced his son, who sobbed quietly in his embrace. Bruce knew that (Y/N) has never had a father figure in his life, but he didn't realize it was that bad.

Bruce would try to be better for (Y/N), but for now, the night is too fragile for something bigger. It was just enough for tonight.

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starlit-crossing · 2 months ago

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A Ghost of Yourself

Chapter 6 - A Day Out

Damian began his morning training like always. A sword in hand as he practiced katas at the break of dawn. Most of the family tended to be asleep at this hour if they weren’t just arriving home by this point. Though with a new house guest at the manor, Damian had been benched for the time being. Even Duke had his time out lowered to reduce the chances of suspicion of the Wayne family’s disappearances. Despite his annoyance, this “break” allowed Damian more time to train hence waking up at dawn to practice when others were least likely to bother him.

Though apparently, he was wrong, as he went through his forms a figure made its way around the side of the manor. The house guest in question, “Danny” appeared to be going on a morning jog. Still wearing the same ratty jeans and white t-shirt, his blue hoodie nowhere to be seen. The boy gave him a nod as he passed, continuing down the makeshift trail that snaked through the manor grounds. That was about all the two did when they ever saw one another, the last week being nothing but polite nods and quiet passings.

The whole thing had Damian on edge, the similarities in appearance had not gone unnoticed by him. Despite Danny’s lack of emotional expression, his other qualities were too hard to leave ignored. The teen was fit, the muscle he had seemed to come from experience in combat, and the few scars on his arms seemed to back this theory. He was also extremely quiet, beyond that of a regular person or even an assassin. When Danny had discovered the library, he had gone to ask his father if he had permission to take books to and from. Damian had nearly spat out his water when he saw his father jump from being tapped on the shoulder.

He was sure Danny hadn’t noticed the surprise as his father was excellent at hiding his emotions when he desired to. Damian, however, couldn’t remove the shock from his face as the teen had just returned to the library to collect the books he wished to read. He finally wrote it off as a fluke, sure he must have imagined it until Duke entered the kitchen not an hour later clutching his chest. Danny had apparently tried asking if Pennyworth kept any homemade snacks around the manor.

“That kid is going to be the death of me, this is the third time this week he’s scared the living daylights out of me just to ask a question.” Duke complained hand to his heart.

“I think he’s here as a test by my grandfather. He must be an assassin or a sleeper agent, he snuck up on father no more than an hour ago.” Damian responded, crushing his empty juice box.

“Are you jealous?” Duke laughed.

“Never! I’m simply suggesting we keep our guard up!” Damian sputtered, throwing away the cardboard container.

“I’m pretty sure he’s just a kid. Though there is something off, he could be a metahuman like me. The lights in a room always seem to dim slightly when he’s there, not enough to be noticed by the average person but with my abilities it’s hard not to notice.” Duke explained.

“Grayson must have learned something at this point, even with Drake’s help this seems to be taking too long.” He complained, pulling out his phone.

“Good luck reaching him, he’s been on daylight duty to help out with the new schedule everyone is on.” Duke huffed, leaning on the counter.

“Well, something must be done, the Waynes never stay in the dark for long.” Damian boasted.

“Do you mind moving? You’re blocking the fridge.” A voice broke in from next to Damian, Duke, and him to freeze. Turning their attention to the foster kid who somehow entered the room without either of them noticing. Damian gave a small nod before moving out of the way, watching Danny gather some ice for his cup and grab water from the sink. Finally leaving the room as quietly as he had entered.

“That kid is just creepy.” Duke whispered, breaking the silence.

“Agreed.” Damian’s eyes were still focused on the door.

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Danny’s last week had been great aside from being stuck in another foster home. Of all the homes it definitely could’ve been worse. They let him wander the grounds as much as he wanted, not that his exploration had led to any promising escape routes. The home held a large library that Jazz would’ve been thrilled to see, a fully equipped gym with gymnastic equipment, a basketball court, and of course a large ballroom for parties. Danny had been tempted to ask if they had a pool, but his foster family seemed to be very jumpy. Whenever he went to ask a question, they seemed surprised to see him there. He didn’t take it personally, it was a very large home, and they probably weren’t used to having an extra person wandering the halls.

Sam and Tucker had made plenty of jokes that they should make him wear a bell. Jazz seconded this when he was almost hit in the head by a psychology textbook that she had thrown his way. Thinking of his friends and family back home was probably the hardest part of all this. Every time he looked at the computer in his new room, he thought about logging into Doomed to see if his friends were online or if he made a new email if he could reach out without the GIW taking notice. The risk outweighed the cost, unfortunately, even missing them was pushing the limits.

That fact was the only thing keeping him from dwelling on everything that happened. He knew if he thought back to his parents, every emotion he was trying to hold inside would rush out of him like a flood. He was fortunate no nightmares had come up while in Gotham, he wasn’t sure how well the Fenton Finder would track emotions brought on by sleep. Thinking on the subject, Danny was reminded that it was now 11 am in the Manor. He had spent most of that morning lying in bed reading, he was running out of things to do without school lingering over his head.

Dragging himself from the warmth of the queen-sized bed, he dressed for the day in his old jeans and a Wonder Woman t-shirt gifted to him from Duke. They apparently had a lot of old clothes left by the previous kids who had lived in the manor that either no longer fit them or had been forgotten. Danny didn’t mind and liked being able to learn a little about the heroes that the rest of the world seemed to enjoy. Not that he learned much aside from the hero’s name when Duke gave him the shirt.

As he made his way towards the kitchen for some food, a voice he was unfamiliar with echoed from a room ahead. This room was one of the many lounges that filled the first floor. Making his way over he peeked inside to see Duke, Damian, and two other teens. They were closer to Jazz’s age though a little older. One looked a little too similar to himself with tired icy blue eyes and a mop of black hair. Though unlike Danny’s own hair which was parted to the side, his was parted to the center. Next to him was a girl with long blonde hair wearing jeans and a purple shirt.

“So, things have been boring city side?” Duke asked the tired boy.

“Pretty much, ever since the Riddler’s attack last week, it has been quiet. Luckily no one had been hurt other than a few blocks of public property.” The boy went on, eyes glued to his phone.

“We’re more interested in what’s been happening here. It’s not every day the Manor gains someone new who spends most of their time at the Manor.” The girl chimed in.

“He’s pretty similar to what Dick mentioned; he’s quiet, keeps to himself, and doesn’t show any emotion. The no-emotion thing isn’t even that bad, it’s the other stuff that keeps us on our toes.” Duke explained, a tired sigh escaping at the end.

“What do mean?” the boy asked, looking up from his phone.

“He was able to surprise Father without trying.” Damian scowled. The other two mystery guests held looks of surprise. Guess they’ve never been able to scare their dad before, Danny thought to himself.

“Not to mention the thing with the lights—” “Hold on a second.” Duke was midsentence before the black-haired teen shushed him looking at the door. Danny moved back from the door as quietly as he could, walking further down the hall in case anyone spotted him. He didn’t back it more than 5 steps from the door.

“Hold it!” The girl from before called after him, he froze at her voice before turning to look at her.

“Yes?” Part of him felt guilty for eavesdropping but he couldn’t let that guilt show, so he had to just take a deep breath as he turned to face her.

“You’re the new foster kid, correct?” she asked, not waiting for his answer before dragging him by the arm back to the room.

“Yes, I am, but why am I being dragged in?” he questioned, sitting on one of the two couches in the room. Now having a better look at the room, he could see the few bookshelves lining a wall filled with knick-knacks. The couches were a deep brown leather that matched the wooden floors, with a pale green rug between them. The coffee table between the couches held a bowl full of randomly shaped wooden balls.

“We’d like to ask you some questions, but first introductions. I’m assuming Duke and Damian didn’t really tell you much about the others.” She went on, plopping herself on the couch across from him.

“In our defense, it seemed rude to interrogate the new kid on his first day.” Duke refuted sitting next to the girl.

“Moving along, I’m Tim Drake and this is Stephanie Brown. While neither of us currently lives at the Manor we both tend to visit often. I work with Bruce at Wayne Industries and Steph lives on campus at Gotham University.” Tim answered, choosing to sit in a nearby armchair to the left and Damian stood to the right of the couches. Truly closing him in and leaving him with no normal escape routes.

“How many of you are there? Does Mr. Wayne just collect orphans or something?” Danny asked, he remembered seeing Tim’s name on the family tree on the first day. Damian had mentioned his father needed to expand the painting.

“Just about, it’s more like we find him.” Tim laughed. Sharing a look with Duke and Stephanie. “If we go by legal adoption there are five of us, if we go by who has rooms at the manor it’s around eight give or take a few friends.”

“Now it’s our turn! I’m guessing no questions on home or personal life?” Stephanie asked, Danny nodded yes. At least their being considerate of boundaries, he thought. “So, Danny, right? Anything you like to do or have an interest in? How do you like Gotham?”

“Well, I like video games and comic books. I’m really interested in space and spaceships, got to see a shuttle on vacation one summer. Gotham is okay though the smog is annoying, other than that I haven’t seen much of the city. I’m pretty sure you already know why I’m on a not-so-subtle house arrest.” Danny checked off; he didn’t see the harm in listing his interests, none of it would reveal his identity.

“Yeah, word spreads fast in this family.” Duke laughed, rubbing his arm nervously.

“It’s a shame though, other than the supervillains Gotham has some good spots to check out.” Stephanie sighed, then a smile crept onto her face. “Do you have a favorite superhero?”

Danny had to think for a moment, he couldn’t say himself obviously. No one outside of Amity Park knew who he was, but other than Batman and Superman Danny didn’t know any other supers.

“Not really? I know of Batman and Superman but other than them I don’t know anything about the heroes. I was usually too busy to look at the news and see what was going on. Oh! And Wonder Woman thanks to the shirt Duke gave me but that’s it.” Danny answered, everyone seemed to accept that answer except Stephanie.

“Wait, so you don’t know anything about Justice League? Any of the founding members?” she clarified.

“Not a thing.” Danny deadpanned. Stephanie gave him a look like she was going to make his world explode.

“So, you don’t know that Superman and Martian Manhunter are aliens and that we’re opening communications with Mars?” She blurted. Danny had to take a moment to process what she said, he knew Superman might be an alien but to have it confirmed.

Also, since when did the Earth have open communications with Mars? Since when did they know how to get to Mars? Did the requirements for astronauts change? He thought to himself, Do they let supers work with NASA? Can I go to space despite my grades because of my powers?

“Steph, I think you broke him.” Duke stated as they watched the foster kid seem to spiral into thought, he had rested into the couch, his hands together as he stared into space lost in thought. Like many times before the lights in the room had been slightly dimmed with the appearance of Danny but now, they seemed to brighten and sparkle. Despite his lack of emoting Duke could tell Danny was excited at the news, an aura of blue swirled and popped around him like fireworks in a blizzard. He had never seen anything like it with the others. He’d have to bring it up when alone with the rest of the Bats.

“I know we can’t leave the grounds, but do we have anything on the recent history of space exploration.” Danny quietly asked, coming back from his mental rave. The group all gave each other a look before Tim spoke up.

“We can do you one better, one of the perks of having one of the richest parents in Gotham.” He answered, “If you can prove you can handle going out on the town without trying to make a run for it, we can see if we can convince Bruce to pull some strings and get us a tour of STAR Labs in Metropolis.”

“Seriously? I thought you were going to say NASA for a second.” Danny said sitting up straighter.

“NASA is great if you go through the government, but STAR Labs is privately funded and though they don’t have a branch that specializes in space exploration I know that they have a few teams dedicated to it in Metropolis. It is the home of Superman after all.” Tim smiled.

Danny looked between them all considering everything. Yes, it was a chance to escape, but he hadn’t had the time to explore his passions in so long. Could he really afford to stay longer? Keeping his emotions in check was getting easier, but was it because he was getting better or due to him being alone? Danny felt for the burner phone in his pocket, feeling reassured by its weight against his thigh. There was only one way to know for sure if this place was somewhere he could stay safely.

“Okay, so where do you want to go?” Danny asked.

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“Welcome to Gotham Mall, imaginative we know.” Stephanie waved to the large glass door that led into a large mall center.

“Isn’t there a lot of crime here? How is this place still open?” Danny asked as they all exited the car.

“Well, this mall is located near the GCPD headquarters so if any crime does happen it tends to be on the small end. Gangs and thugs mostly, plus they opted for bulletproof glass and reinforced the walls so they’re less likely to collapse in the case of explosives.” Tim explained, leading the group inside. The inside was no different to any other mall Danny had been to, off-white tile covered the floor, and the walls were lined with shops. Mostly clothing and tech stores but a few novelty stores were sprinkled in, and he didn’t recognize a single store.

“Where to first?” Stephanie chirped, grabbing him by the arm, Duke following by his side as he was dragged into the first clothing store that caught their attention. The following hours were a dizzying whirlpool of clothing and shops. The group had decided that handy-downs and the whole two outfits he had brought were not enough.

They had him looking and trying on so many clothes that even if he wanted to there was no way he could have snuck away without using his powers. It eventually bled into everyone trying on clothes, Damian was even caught in the crossfire. The older teens mentioned he needed to dress less like a mini-Bruce more often and offered a variety of clothes. Steph won him over with a few animal-themed pieces though they were very subtle.

Danny was about to question how they were going to pay for everything at check out when he saw Steph holding a debit card with Bruce’s name. He had forgotten for a moment who his new foster family was. It was constantly thrown back into his face as they made their way through the mall. Slowly people began to recognize the small group, a few double takes at Tim and Damian and photos being snapped of the whole group. Danny pulled up the hood on his new hoodie that he’d bought at the last store. Trying his best to block his face from the onlookers.

The others shared a look before deciding to go to the food court for a late lunch. They found a table towards the back corner. Tucked away from the entrance with fake plant décor blocking their view. Duke and Tim went off to buy some pizza for the group leaving him with just Stephanie and Damian. The silence was daunting as Danny waited for the inevitable questions regarding his attempts to hide himself.

“Well, got to love the paparazzi making a family outing awkward.” Stephanie laughed trying to lighten the mood. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to having all of Gotham’s eyes on me.”

“Agreed, it’s even worse at the galas when the other socialites expect you to entertain the thought of enjoying their company.” Damian grumbled. Danny felt the tension in his shoulders dissipate, he hadn’t even considered they probably didn’t want the attention either. Vlad always basked in the attention of other powerful and influential people. Danny mentally face-palmed himself; he needed to stop assuming every rich person was like Vlad, it made him just as bad as his parents.

“Though the gossip the Gotham Gazette tries to start is hilarious, their social media threads couldn’t fool anyone,” Steph smirked pulling out her phone. “I remember when they covered Dick’s return to Gotham after he moved to Blüdhaven, all smears about a secret love child he had to be hiding there.”

“Wasn’t last week’s post about Drake’s most recent kidnapping? I remember him fuming over getting caught by those buffoons again.” Drake smiled.

“Let’s see what’s up now.” Steph went on scrolling through her feed. “Okay, we have the top ten photos of Bruce Wayne from the last charity ball, the best moments of the Wayne family caught on film… oh! We have a few from earlier up, though the only thing trending on them is the fact Tim and Damian are both here and not fighting.” She frowned as Damian looked at the phone.

“Tch, we haven’t fought in public for at least a year. You point a katana at someone one time!” Damian huffed. The two of them were still scrolling through the most recent posts with the others returned with the pizza. They called out the ones that were actually funny and were amazed at how quickly video edits had been made of them. To Danny’s relief, he was not mentioned in a single post and had been cut out of many of the photos. He finally was able to relax again and enjoy a normal afternoon.

Tim was happy Dick’s lost kid seemed to be enjoying himself, though unlike Stephanie he went searching for the photos about him. Only one or two posts seemed to be centered around him, people asking who he was and why he was there. None contained a clear photo or answer, it was like every time the camera was about to have a clear picture before something got in the way. The weirdest photo he was able to find contained no blurb above the photo and didn’t reference the Waynes at all.

The photo was of Danny with his hood up turning to look behind him, it was blurred leaving his face unclear even though everyone around him was unaltered. The lighting was strange, making it seem his eyes were green and glowing. It was getting little to no attention aside from a few comments talking about it being fake and edited. Still, he screenshots of the post and sent both the image and the link to Babs and Dick before rejoining the table’s conversation.

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Pardon the delay in the chapter, if you follow my Tumblr you will know I took part in Invisobang this year! I got to create the cover art for the fic Kingdom Come by Bloggerspam, I highly recommend checking it out! I also started my first semester at my new college. I'm still figuring out the balance between homework and writing, but this fic is still a big goal for me. I'm thinking about the plot of this fic all the time and I'm very excited about future chapters! Speaking of future chapters, updates will be spread out once a month now to accommodate my new schedule and I will be applying small edits to previous chapters to fix spelling errors and formating so expect to see notifications about that. Thank you all for the support and enjoy the next chapter!

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ciscobeanbun · 7 months ago

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I read a fanfic of Tommy being a girl dad and it gave me an idea….so i’m going to expand the Dad Tommy trope.

Tommy has 1-3 Kids

2 daughter, 19 & 17

1 Foster Son, 18

For the daughters I have two scenarios in mind

1) He got a women pregnant - “IMO” S2 Tommy gives of the vibe that he slept around a lot. Like we know his a smooth talker, and those eye must have had people hooked. So it wouldn’t surprise me that pre-S2 Tommy (think in/after the army), could have managed to get someone pregnant. and knowing Tommy he would have tried to make things work for the sake of the child’s future, given what his own childhood was like. I don’t think tommy and the women would have ever been in a proper relationship because Tommy would have equated his undiscovered closeted-ness to lack of love/feeling for her, but they would keep a fwb situation going on as a stress relief/scapegoat, which ultimately ends up with her getting pregnant again w/ baby #2. They are now best friends and have a great co parenting relationship.

2) He was a godfather turned father - When he was still in the Army, he meet his bestfriend (will call him Timmy). They had similar childhoods and bonded over that (Probably his co-pilot) There crew knew them Timmy and Tommy or Double Trouble. There bond was so strong that when Timmy had his second child, he asked tommy if he would be both the girls godfather. Tommy said yes, and life went on. It wouldn’t be until 4 years later where Timmy and his wife die in a car accident. (the girls were not in the car). Over night Tommy lost his best friend and became the guardian of 2 girls.

(I lean more toward scenario 1 but i’m still fleshing out the details for scenario 2.)

For the Son I only have the idea that Tommy meet him at a Big Brother/Mentor program. I think given the backstory Lou gave, Tommy wouldn’t want other children to go through what he went through. So he signed himself up for a big brother mentor program. He meets this kid that totally encapsulated everything Tommy was going through as a teenager. Not the having the best home life, quiet and reserved, not a lot of friends, falling through the cracks at school, etc. Tommy saw himself in this boy. So Tommy gives this kid a support system, he wished he had as a kid. They meet in the program when the boy was 15/16. This boys actually parent are unreliable at best. Dads in jail and mom occasionally abuses drugs. Tommy takes the time to prove to this kid that he a trust worthy adult, and after some time the kid see tommy as a father figure. This kid basically spends most of his time with Tommy to the point that tommy was granted temporary guardianship of him while his mom was sent to rehab to get clean. When the kid turn 18 he permanently moves in with Tommy.

Ok what do y’all think???

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sour-ggrapess · 1 year ago

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｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ﾟ。heaven at the window 　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ

𓍢ִ.𖥔 ݁ ˖ yoongi cant help but take what hes been wanting for almost a year

𓆩♱𓆪 heavy ddlg themes, corruption kink and, somonophila, just fucked up

⋆｡˚🩰༝༚ stalker! yoongi x virgin !fem !reader

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A nice breeze flows through the suburban, Christian neighborhood as families gather on their porches to enjoy the pleasant weather. Children can be heard laughing and playing in the yards, while neighbors engage in friendly conversations, creating a warm and welcoming atmosphere. Your family practically owned the neighborhood because of your father's role at the church. Your father's position as a respected figure in the church not only gave your family a sense of pride but also garnered immense respect from the community. The neighborhood often turned to your father for guidance and support, further solidifying your family's influence and reputation. You being his only daughter, he held you up on a pedistool and had very high standards for you to live up to. Your father's high expectations for you were not just limited to your behavior and achievements but also extended to your involvement in church activities.

He believed that as his daughter, you had a responsibility to uphold the family's reputation and continue their legacy of service to the community. This pressure to meet his standards sometimes felt overwhelming, but it also pushed you to strive for excellence in all aspects of your life. when they dedicated themselves to helping others. You had the mind of a saint and the body of a pornstar. In seventh grade, you had to be taken out of private school and start homeschooling because of how hard puberty hit you. Your father found you crying in your room one day due to the sexual harassment you experienced. Boys took advantage of you because they knew you were pure and knew your father wouldn't let you partake in such dirty activities with boys. They'd come to you with obviously sexual questions that made you uncomfortable and violated your boundaries. such as: "Can you squirt?" "Can I have your V card?" "Can I show you the G-spot?" "Have you ever had a nut mask?". Just stupid fucking sexual questions that lacked respect and disregarded your personal boundaries. Your father made sure they were punished but some blame was on you for even knowing what they were saying and engaging in their inappropriate conversation.

It's summer, and you're planning on going to college this year because you just finished your senior year with honors and achieved all your academic goals. But two people weren't too happy about that, one of whom was your father. He was worried you'd become a whore and do drugs and drink like those crazy frat kids you see on TV.

2: The other person was your secret admirer that watched you through your window whenever he was hard or was thinking about you , but you never knew about his obsession or even knew he existed. His mom was a faithful goer of the church, and the one day she dragged him to the church, you made a speech in your tight sundress that left him completely captivated and yearning for more. He jerked his cock every night at the thought of you. He thought about how your lips would look around his cock and how your body would feel pressed against his. His memory of you was quite faint because he only saw you once, but once he saw you leaving your house one day, he would make sure he never forgot anything about you. Yoongi would jerk his cock every time he saw you naked and coming out of the bathroom from a shower. He would cum your window and curtains endless amounts of times and leave them there for you to see , as a twisted reminder of his obsession with you. But you thought it was bird poop

made One day, while you were doing your community service, Yoongi felt a little bold and went inside your room. His main target and purpose for going inside was to grab those panties you took off last night. His hands rummaged through the dirty clothes in the basket, grabbing each piece of clothing he wanted as if he were shopping.

He pulled the lacey and slightly damp pants from the basket and brought them to his nose as he took in a deep breath of the slick that was still lingering on the fabric. His dick grew in his black sweat pants, making them feel slightly tight compared to how baggy they were 5 minutes ago. He shimmied his socks and underwear down as his cock sprung up , fully aroused and ready for action. It fought to stay up as it twitched up and down with excitement. Yoongi brought the fabric down to his cock as he adjusted his position, feeling the anticipation building within him. "Fucking shit, right there". Rubbing the cloth along his member as his slit glistened with pre-cum that rubbed against the lacey fabric , he couldn't help but moan softly in pleasure. The soft friction made his orgasm close, and it was clear as day that he wouldn't be able to hold back for much longer. He moaned out as his hips buckled as he shot his load in the lace. He felt pure euphoria and disbelief at how hard he came in that moment. Loud pants are coming from him as he stands there, basking in the afterglow. He realizes his mess as cum drips down onto the floor from his hands and the panties he had been holding.

The night is young and humid; your window is open as the breeze from outside flows through, making your curtains blow gently in the moonlight. You lie in bed, feeling the cool air caress your skin and listening to the distant sounds of the city. The peaceful atmosphere lulls you into a state of tranquility, allowing your mind to wander and drift off into a blissful sleep. Tonight was the night you would sleep with no bottoms on , embracing the freedom and comfort that comes with it.

You laid out on the massage table , feeling the soft sheets against your bare skin as the soothing music played in the background. Strong hands began to work their magic, relieving tension and melting away stress from your body. A sense of relaxation and calmness cut short as one moved down to your bare cunt as they dipped into your folds , sending waves of pleasure coursing through your entire being. Moans escaped your mouth, and your back arched off the bed, making the man gazing at you through the window unable to tear his eyes away. His eyes grew wide in shock as he realized you were having a wet dream that he only hoped was about him. Yoongi knew that when you woke up from the dream, you would be pretty disappointed that it wasn't real, but he couldn't help but feel a surge of desire wash over him as he watched you writhe in pleasure. The way your body responded to the imaginary touch, the way your lips formed those intoxicating moans—it was all too enticing for him to resist. Yoongi's mind wandered, imagining himself as the one causing your ecstasy, his hands exploring every inch of your trembling body. He yearned to be the one who could fulfill your desires, giving you the satisfaction you craved. But reality hit him hard, reminding him that he was merely an observer.

He let his intrusive thoughts win as he climbed through the window as his foot sluipped over the little ledge, being careful not to make a noise or mess up the perfect array of plushies that lay still. He was hurrying out of his clothes as he was finally getting what he had wanted for so long, he hurriedly changed out of his clothing. If he didn't get it inside of him within the next five minutes, his cock was going to blow up. The mattress next to your dozing body sank as he stooped on it. His heart beat rappidly as he slipped the damp fabric to the side and revealed your gorgous chubby folds that were drenched with slick, looking like the most beautiful waterfall he had ever seen. The sight was both mesmerizing and enticing. Shivers ran down your spine when the chilly air struck your moist cunt, accompanied by the soothing touch of his fingertips. He spread your legs as he wrapped them around his waist , pulling you closer and deepening the connection between your bodies. He lines his cock up with your drooling hole , ready to satisfy your every desire. Soft groans escape your lips as your walls squeeze and suck him in; he bottoms out as his hips buck. "Fucking shit, so damn tight". The pleasure intensifies as he starts thrusting deeply, sending waves of ecstasy and pain through your body. Your eyes peer open to see him sliding his cock in and out of you with the look of pleasure and desire etched on his face.

"N-no! Who a-ahhh- a-are you?!" You scream out in shock and horror. "Get off me!" You try to squirm away and push away from him, but his grip only tightens as he continues to ram into you , overpowering you with his strength. "I know your nasty little cunt wants my cock ," he growls menacingly, as you desperately search for an escape from this terrifying yet so pleasurable situation. "How would your dad feel, huh?" "What if I called him in here to come see his little princess all fucked out on my cock?" Your heart races with fear and disgust as his words cut through you like a knife. The thought of your father witnessing such a horrifying scene sends shivers down your spine. You feel deep pleasure, making you unable to fight anymore and forcing you into submission beneath him. You can't help but question your own sanity, sinning right in front of the cross you had blessed by your father for your birthday. as you surrender to the intoxicating temptations of forbidden desires. Loud moans emanate from your throat as you shut your eyes and arch your back into the air , succumbing to the overwhelming rush of pleasure that engulfs your entire being. In this moment, all senses of guilt and rationality fade away, leaving only the raw intensity of your desires to guide your every move. The pain came back as he slowed and started to get rougher with each passing second. "I'm going to fukin destroy you," he growled, his eyes filled with a malicious hunger. You could have sworn he turned into what you had been taught to fear your whole life as the three crosses nailed to your wall turned upside down and emitted an eerie red glow. the devil himself stood before you, ready to claim your soul. You snapped out the dark thoughts as he grasped your chubby tummy, arched his back, and punched at your womb. "OMG!". You came on his cock as your legs shook violently in pleasure and ecstasy.

His body gave in as he fell over you with his arms supporting him , panting heavily. "Fucking tight and squeezing me, I-ahhhhhhh." Yoongi moaned as he shot a load right into your womb , filling you completely. You felt every bone in your body turn mushy as you realized what you had just done—you had just disobeyed every single rule and boundary that had been set in place. Your heart raced with both excitement and guilt. You felt as if hell was going to drag you into the earth as he rolled off the bed. "Fuking ruined your little sinner pussy" , he sneered with a sinister grin. As Yoongi's words echoed in the room, a mix of emotions overwhelmed you. Shame and regret washed over you as you couldn't believe what had just transpired. The weight of your actions settled heavily on your conscience, leaving you questioning the consequences that awaited you. Your eyes were stuck on the Jesus figure in the corner of your dresser, seeking solace and forgiveness silently.

"Next time I vist you better be thanking me"

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yepperoniro · 11 months ago

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New fucked 3am idea.

Yandere Todoroki Family x youngest Fem Todoroki reader or oc whatever.

Warning Incest and Platonic Yanderes present.

Firstly, Y/N or Yen was born 8 months after Shoto. And she also has the half cold half hot quirk. [Because I'm so creative right @@]

anyway...

Because Shoto existed and was male, Enji didn't pay anymore attention to her than he did any of his other non-shoto kids. That was until one night at dinner when Yen called Toya Daddy. After this, Enji cared. But like Too Fucking much. He became super protective and overbearing. And rest in peace, Toya and Rei [not literally doe] that night because guess who was getting punished for Yen's mistake. And when Yen started growing into her body, things went from bad to worse for her as Enji's overprotective and overbearing became covertly perverse. Bathing with Yen choosing what she wears. When Rei confronted him about this... she was punished for even thinking it was possible. Enji isn't stupid or delusional, though he knows doing anything directly to her would be wrong, so he doesn't, but he does fantasize.

Rei's relationship with Yen is complicated at best. She is Platonic Yandere for her absolutely. She doesn't let Yen learn how to use her quirk because it could harm her. [Enji support this decision] However, most of Rei's punishments once Enji cared about Yen are Yens fault. Yen made a new friend Rei was getting punished. She kinda has been sneakily feeding Yen herbal anti-quirk remedies. [Enji didn't notice this one, though.. just assuming her weakness comes from the lack of training with her quirk.] She knows about Enji's feelings, having heard him moan their daughters name while he yanks it. But she's too afraid to say anything, thinking he might act on his feelings if anyone knew about them.

Dabi / Toya has the second most fucked relationship with Yen. As said before, Yen saw him as her father figure even though they were only 11 years apart. He sympathizes with her the most she was what father wanted but still wasn't enough. She was only 2 when he ran off, but he was still uncomfortably attached to her. Outsiders who would see photos of the two together would always raise an eyebrow. Why is his hand there as he's holding her up. After he woke up from his coma, he became more stalkery towards his family as a whole, but his sister was the most of all. He even became her only friend [Much to Rei's dismay.] in the form of a pin pal. He absolutely never ever put her in any danger. Ever. Even if it would hurt Enji the most, he couldn't handle that. When he blew the whistle on his abusive family, he pointed out the pedophic incestuous relationship his dad has with Yen. He even accused his mom of knowing and supporting his vulgarities to lessen her own abuse. [This was Rei's biggest fear]

Fuyumi isn't Yandere, not even Platonic yandere. She's just obvious. 100% obvious to her only sisters suffering. She knows dad is more protective of her, but she doesn't see the incest. Or the yandere. She also downplays alot of the abuse. But that's with all of the abuse. Not just Yens.

Natsuo is a Platonic yandere who actually has Yens happiness and health in mind incomparasson to the rest of his yandere family members who are all selfish to some extent. And he is, too. To some extent. [ You'll see in a bit.] He is the only one who is fully aware of all of his families yandereness. When the video came out his response was 'pot calling the kettle big brother what the fuck.' He knows that his mom is poisoning Yen but he doesn't know how and what to do about it. But he knows it's happening. He also knows about Shotos' actions and was very very very supportive of him going off to school and leaving. He regularly invites Yen to play games in his room until she falls asleep and he let's her sleep in his room. He does this to protect her from Shoto.

Last but certainly not least Shoto. He has a love-hate relationship with Yen except with yandere and incest. He is the only one who is physical with her, which is awful but good because at least only one of them is. He and her went through puberty around the same time, so he experimented on her often. Due to them having the same quirk, sometimes he reflects on her, and when he's having a bad day with his quirk, he punishes her for it. He is the only one who actually spanks Yen, but it is never when she needs it. Only when he decided she needed it.

Other things that happened in this au.

When the video came out, instead of bringing everyone together, it did the opposite. Rei being fearful of her youngest daughters virginity [she doesn't have because Shoto. But Rei doesn't know that] tries to run away with Yen. She doesn't get to far because Natsuo who knows about everything and is like 'um no fuck that. you've been poisoning her somehow. You can't be trusted either, and so he takes his baby sister from his mom.

Rei demands a divorce, and she is granted one once the video is released. Enji falls into an intense depression because of his wife leaving and taking his baby girl. And now the world knows about his darkest secret, and no one is supporting him. And because no one in this UN has a PR person, all are under the impression he is a child predator, which he kinda is if your his daughter [which you are oof.] Once the divorce goes through Natsuo takes his mom to court to demand custody of Yen because the poisoning... while all this is happening, Dabi has been secretly planning on kidnapping Yen.

Dabi has a Daddy kink for Yen. So does Enji, but ironically, she never calls him daddy only ever Enji or 'dever.

... there is the 3am Idea. Watch me regret posting this when I wake up for work tomorrow.

#idea #yandere bnha #yandere todoroki #yandere todoroki family #yandere enji todoroki #yandere Rei Todoroki #Yandere Dabi #yandere Toya Todoroki #yandere Natsuo Todoroki #yandere shoto todoroki #Incestuous #platonic and romantic #yandere Plat and Rom.#Yandere Incest #fucked up Idea #3:00 ideas

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jstarr86 · 6 months ago

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I sat watching my son as he played. He was the spitting image of his father, the man he didn’t know and it wasn’t for lack of interest his dad didn’t know he existed. I’d gotten pregnant and ran off leaving my whole world behind and moving. My son was the product of a half drunk night of passion between me and one of my closest friends. I found out 8 weeks later I was pregnant and left in the middle of the night back to America. His dad I’d fallen for my best friend and it scared me cause I figured he wouldn’t look at me the same I was always one of the boys. The First Lady of Bullet Club they’d always tell me. I’d kept with him we’d been friends for years since I started at New Japan. They’d blown me up when I first left and I changed the number I freaked I didn’t wanna ruin his life he had the world ahead of him but I followed his success I was proud of him. Sometimes I wondered what it had been like if I hadn’t ran away, if I didn’t bail. How he would have reacted would he had been mad, happy I know he’d been shocked what would he had done if I told him how I felt. I had no doubts regardless he’d had stepped up and been a amazing father. Sometimes I’d think about telling him but I couldn’t especially not after leaving he’d think I was full of shit and I was scared of how much he’d hate me. But there was no denying him that was his twin. I looked up as I saw movement ending my daydreaming he’d taken off as I ran after him

“Stop!” I sighed “Alipate Tevita Leone!” I yelled I saw someone grab him and ran pushing them “get the hell-“ I stopped looking into the eyes of one of my friends and gasped

“Nat?!”

“You got a kid!”

“Where the fuck have you been!”

“I- I gotta go.” I grabbed my son and went to leave from the three brothers my eyes having never left Tamas. Who immediately stood in my way blocking me.

“Nah you ain’t leaving you been running you ran away 5 years ago and no one could find you and now you got a kid.”

“I-“

“He has my fucking name Natasha.”

“Oh shit.”

“Woah little man stop running off.” T picked him up as he reached for him and I saw him and their younger brother look between my son and their brother in shock. They looked just alike and now that they were near each other it was even more obvious.

“Is- he’s mine.”

“Can we not do this in a fucking public park.”

“Fine we can go to your house.”

“Fine.”

“Come here baby.”

“No.” I closed my eyes sighing as he leaned his head on T “me stay.”

“I’ll carry him, if it’s cool.”

“Fine, stubborn.”

“I’m not ubburn.”

“Stubborn.”

“Stubbon.” They chuckled as we walked me I was having a mental fucking breakdown. Tama was pissed I could see it all over his face but i understood he literally just ran into his child he never knew about a 4 year old spitting image of him. T strapped him in the car seat and shut the door.

“Here’s my address.” I handed them.

“Oh hell naw I’m riding with your ass before you pull some more shit.”

“Shit.” I rolled my eyes looking at him “shit, shit.”

“Tevita.” I sternly said looking at him

“Orry.” He mumbled

“You named him after us.”

“I yeah I- can we talk about this in 10 minutes please.”

“Yeah go bro we’ll meet you.” Getting in the car Tama got in slamming my door

“I understand your upset but don’t break my car.” He glared at me as I started the car I glanced at him seeing the anger in his body language.

“How old is he?”

“He turns 5 in a week his um his birthday is the same day as T.” 10 long minutes later I pulled in my drive. Ali was asleep and I lifted him in my arms as I carried him and his backpack and grabbed my keys which Tama jerked from my hand opening the door. I walked to his room and placed him on top of his blankets I turned jumping as Tama stood silently arms crossed in the doorway as he looked around. I knew he liked it he liked xman and comics and I saw him eye the nightcrawler poster a copy of the same I’d bought him once for his birthday. There was also a image of their mask in a picture the face paint they always wore. I walked out going into the living room “Don’t guys want a drink?”

“Fuck the drink when the fuck we’re you gonna tell me I have a fucking kid! Were you even gonna fucking tell me!”

“Lower your fucking voice.”

“I think I’ve earned the right to raise my voice.”

“I’m not saying you haven’t I’m saying lower your voice because he’s asleep dammit.”

“Don’t start.”

“Both of you stop.” T said “you both need to sit down and talk calmly.”

“Talk Natasha.”

“I.” I sighed “you remember that night?”

“The night we fucked yeah I do.”

“Well I found out I was pregnant.”

“So you ran away is that why you up and dipped.”

“Yes.”

“How could you keep that from me what the fuck.”

“I didn’t know how to tell you I was scared ok, I didn’t want to ruin our friendship more and I didn’t want to fuck up your career.”

“What!”

“I didn’t want you to be obligated and stuck because of our friendship and I fell for you and I was scared Pate ok. I know it wasn’t right and I know sorry don’t fix it.”

“So instead of talking to me like any sane person you just decided for yourself this life changing decision. You robbed OUR child of a parent and me of being one.”

“I know and I’m sorry I know sorry doesn’t fix it but I didn’t want to ruin you.”

“It wouldn’t have ruined me dumbass.” He was so mad his tan face red. “You know I loved you.”

“As a friend as a sister-“

“No I fucking feel in love with you. I never got to tell you cause you disappeared”

“Bullshit you had 8 weeks before I left to tell me I was 8 weeks when I found out.”

“I was scared it was already a bit weird between us after we fucked I didn’t wanna ruin it more telling you I fell in love with your ass.”

“I didn’t know.”

“Cause you ran away you should have told me we could have did this together instead you robbed him and me, I’ve missed everything your pregnancy his birth his first words his first steps his first day of school you took that all from me and I don’t think I’ll ever forgive you for that, that was a bitch move Natasha.”

“I know and his first word was dada.”

“I hate you.”

“I deserve that.”

“When was he born you named him after us.” T said much calmer than his brother.

“On your birthday.”

“What?” He said looking at me

“His birthday is May 7th he was born at 4:20 in the morning. He was 8 pounds 7 ounces and 23 inches long with a head full of hair and is his twin. He loves comics and wrestling he loves climbing trees. His favorite food is pizza and mangoes ”

“Well Pate can’t deny him shit he looks just like him.”

“I know. And I named him after you guys because it was a way for him to have a piece of you guys-“

“He should have had his father and his family in his fucking life is what he should have had.”

“I know that ok I fucked up.”

“Yeah you think.”

“You two need to stop fighting.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” We both said to Taula. We looked at each other as we spoke simultaneously.

“That hasn’t changed.” He said looking between us

“I looked everywhere for you I’ve been looking.”

“I-“

“If you say sorry one more time I’m having my sister beat your ass for me.”

“I deserve it.”

“Yeah you really do. Why would you do this to me, especially if you loved me? Does he even know about me?”

“He knows he has a dad I told him your a superhero your a good bad guy and beat up other bad guys with his uncles.”

“That’s what you told him?”

“It was the easiest explanation I could give him without breaking his heart every time he asked where you were.”

“You should have brought him to me.”

“How and say oh hey you got a kid, after how I left, be real would you have believed me or thought I was full of shit springing a kid on you.”

“I- he looks just like me not much I could deny.” He sighed angrily “you had no right to make that decision without me he’s half of me I had a right to know and instead you bitched out and ran like a kid instead of being a woman he’s almost 5 Natasha 5 and I missed all of that there isn’t a way to get it back for me or him not only did you keep him from me all this time you kept him from his father who he asked about. That’s selfish as fuck that ain’t you.”

“I’m sorry ok I thought at the time I was making the right choice and when I realized it wasn’t it was too late.”

“It was never too late I’d been pissed shit I’m pissed now and to know I’d never had found out hurts because if it wasn’t for him running and going past us you’d never had told me.” I couldn’t argue I don’t know if I ever would have seeked him out. I turned my head as he stormed out back and I started crying. T walked up hugging me.

“He’s just pissed Nat it’s a lot to take in.”

“He hates me T.”

“No he don’t he never has he’s just confused hurt and upset. He still loves you.”

“Bullshit even if he did he fucking hates me now. I fucked up.”

“You did it was really dumb and not fair to anyone he had a right to know and to have a say but everyone fucks up-“

“Not like this.”

“You were scared I get it and you felt in the moment you’d made the right choice, but he’s right he would have been there for you career or not and it wouldn’t have ruined anything.”

“He’s never gonna forgive me.”

“He will it’ll just take awhile. My brother still cares for you.”

“Do you guys want dinner?”

“Sure but let’s order something you two need to talk.”

“I need to let him cool off.” I grabbed a beer handing them each one before I grabbed a third. I walked outside seeing his head in his hands I sat the beer next to him as he looked at me and I saw tears in his eyes. All the years I’d known him he’d never cried. I walked off when he grabbed my hand.

“I’m mad at you.”

“I know you hate me.”

“I don’t hate you I’m just really fucking pissed we gotta kid that you hid. I you went through that shit alone Nat.”

“I should have told you if I could change it I would I’ve lived with that guilt for years and I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“Well we gotta figure this out cause I’m not leaving him Natasha that’s my kid I’ve already missed enough.”

“I wouldn’t make you.”

“But you’d keep him a secret for 5 years.”

“Pate.” I said blinking as tears feel down my face my guilt eating me

“Mommy.” I looked up hearing his soft voice as he looked between us. “You cry.”

“I’m fine baby.”

“Meanie you make mommy cry.”

“Baby it ain’t his fault mommy was mean to him, can come here sweetheart.” He walked up looking between us “hi are you mommy’s friend.”

“I- yeah little man.”

“What’s your name?”

“Pate.” I silently cried watching the two

“That’s my name Alipate. Mommy said I’m named after daddy and uncle they beats up bad guys.”

“Yeah they do. My names Alipate too.” Our son stopped looking at him and looking at me

“Mommy why are you crying.” He wiped my face

“I just am baby. I’ll be ok.”

“Do you- are you my daddy?” Tama slowly nodded at him as I heard our sons soft gasp and he turned to me “mommy it’s daddy! Daddy!” He jumped into his arms and I watched Tama hold him to his chest as he cried I was a horrible human I’d kept these two apart. Tama looked at me

“I’m so sorry I’m sorry.” I mouthed and he nodded closing his eyes. Our son soon pulled back a bit

“Why you cry daddy.”

“I missed you bud.”

“I missed you too. I knew you’d come back mommy always says you love me and missed me and I always said you’d come home are you done fighting bad guys.”

“I always fight bad guys buddy but I’m here ok, and I’m not leaving like that again I’ll still have beat up the bad guys but I’ll be home.”

5 YEARS LATER

It took awhile but we’d gotten on better terms and after a year we admitted we still loved each other. We admitted it after living together a bit we’d moved in together during Covid when the world shut down. He was home stuck and he’d decided with a lock down he wasn’t leaving our son and we ended up getting back together during it.

“Daddy Ali being mean.” Our 2 years old said looking at her dad as he picked her up. He went to say something to him he was 10 and was getting annoyed she always wanted him so he’d occasionally be mean to her. Amelika Samena Leone was born October 31st my water had broken while we were trick or treating I almost had to get a C-section with her Pate said she was his late birthday present. 8 months after her birth we got married, on the beach in Florida his parents watching the kids while he took me to Tonga for our honeymoon. I grabbed the box I’d hidden and took it to Pate we were having a cookout for Father’s Day.

“Hey you got one more gift.”

“Forreal what.” I handed him the box watching as he opened it the heart slightly moved and he removed it seeing what it said and the picture in the box as his eyes shot to mine and then my stomach. “You shittin me?” I shook my head as a huge smile broke on his face as he jumped up lifting me into his arms.

“What she get him.”

“Oh shit!” Taula said as he’d picked it up seeing what it was

“”We having a baby!” He yelled kissing me. “I love you girl.”

“I love you too handsome.”

#tama tonga x reader #tama tonga imagine #tama tonga fanfiction

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winchesterszvonecek · 3 months ago

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Prosecutorial Misconduct 18+

Chapter 3 - Deputy Chief William Dodds

Word Count: 5503

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Between the news of Mike’s inevitable transfer to SVU and the irksome little detail that Barba had never once called, let alone even texted her, about meeting up for a drink, Melanie didn’t get much sleep that weekend.

No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t seem to settle herself long enough to allow her eyes to fully close. She’d tossed and turned all night long up to the point where her bottom sheet came loose from beneath her. Her mind had raced more than a kid with a new go-kart, and by the time Monday morning finally rolled around she found herself needing to apply an extra layer of make-up beneath her eyes just to cover the dark circles that seemed to reside there permanently.

This really wasn’t how she’d wanted to start her week. After her moment with Barba in the parking lot, she’d actually been looking forward to seeing the beginning of a possible better one than she had had prior. But when he didn’t call at all that weekend in order to unknowingly jumpstart that for her, things had quickly changed for Melanie. She knew she wouldn’t be getting her better week and with the irritation still brewing in her stomach mixed with the fact that it was barely 8am yet she was already in such a foul mood, it didn’t seem like it would be happening anytime soon either.

That’s probably why she was here, climbing the staircase three steps at a time as she swiftly made her way up to her fathers office at 1PP. She hadn’t intended to come and confront him about Mike that morning, but given her mood and the clear lack of evidence that it would be changing anytime soon, she figured why the hell not? This was probably as good a time as any to let him know her thoughts on the situation and who knows… perhaps it might provide her with a little much needed stress relief before she went to work — where Carisi had better think twice before he clicks that goddamn pen of his again. Otherwise… just call her a man because she would be burning .

But anyway, as she reached her fathers floor, Melanie’s blood was already boiling hot beneath her skin by the time she saw the polished gold name plate stuck neatly on his office door. Deputy Chief William Dodds. She gritted her teeth at the mere sight of it, and the nerve he seemed to have to think he could just assign Mike to SVU simply because the word Chief was etched at the beginning of it. She wrapped fingers tightly around the door handle, not even bothering to knock before she pulled it down and barged her way inside.

William was at his desk when she entered, barely giving the door a chance to settle back in place before she opened her spite-filled mouth, “Where the hell do you get off?”

“Excuse me?” William asked sternly, his eyes widening as he stood up from his desk and watched Melanie delve deeper into his office with all the wrath of the Gods following close behind her.

“Assigning Mikey to SVU?” She elaborated further, and William couldn’t help but grumble beneath his breath. He should have sensed this was coming… “As if things aren’t bad enough with you inserting yourself as my chief but now this? Forcing Mikey on me too? Am I not allowed to have just one measly thing to myself without you coming along and interfering?”

“This isn’t about you,” William defended, choosing to breeze past the snide comment she’d made about him. “This is about a rogue unit who are in desperate need of added supervision. This is about me needing a Sergeant that I know I can trust in order to help keep your people in line.”

“And it just had to Mikey, huh? You’re telling me there wasn't any other trustworthy Sergeant in the department that you could have picked?”

“There could have been,” William pointed at her, his tone toughening, “ If you’d have taken the damn Sergeants exam like I told you to.”

Melanie’s expression hardened and she let out an empty laugh, “Oh, I get it now. Because I don’t want to move up the ranks you’re punishing me, is that it? What, you think I need supervision now because I refuse to be your good little Sergeant like Mikey?”

“That’s not what this is.” William gritted. How he ever ended up with such a tough-shelled and stubborn daughter, he’d never know.

“Of course it is. It always has been,” Melanie chuckled, a tad delusional. She raised her hand and clenched her fingers, extending them quickly into the air as though she were sarcastically motioning jazz hands. “Saint Michael. The perfect, prodigal son who does whatever daddy tells him to and couldn’t possibly disappoint you in any way. Unlike me and Matty, right? I mean, you don’t have to say it outwardly but he and I…” Another delusional laugh rolled across her tongue, “We always disappoint you, don't we, daddy?”

“Oh for God’s sake, Melanie,” William grumbled, running his hand roughly down his features. “How many times do we have to go over this, huh? How many times am I gonna have to tell you that I do not favour any of my children more than the others.”

“Oh really?” Melanie scoffed, tensing her jaw. She stepped up to his desk until her legs hit it, never once dropping her hardened eyes from piercing into her fathers as she gripped her ringed fingers around the only photo frame that sat atop it, clenching it tightly beneath her grasp. She then lifted it, barely an inch from the wooden top before slamming it back down, making William flinch minutely as he closed his eyes and sighed. “Then what do you call this?”

As she let go of the frame Melanie’s shaking hands knocked it over in the process, causing her watering eyes to fall unintentionally to the picture of Mike that now lay smiling back up at her and sent a fresh wave of anger rippling through her veins. She’d always hated that photo. Not because of who it was or what badge he wore on his dress blues, but because of what it was clearly representing as it sat out in the open for everyone to see.

It practically radiated from it: the strong, fatherly pride William had for his Sergeant son. And the obvious lack he seemed to have for his reckless detective daughter that only left Melanie to spend her days wondering why she wasn’t good enough.

“Tell me this, dad ,” Melanie began, the bitterness to her tone causing real hurt to flash momentarily over William's eyes as he opened them. Her next words, she meant to spew out angrily. But in reality, when they passed her lips, they were nothing if not empty, “If you don’t favour Mikey… Then where the hell is my picture?”

William didn’t answer. And for a split second in that silent but deafening moment, it all but proved Melanie’s point exactly. He was disappointed in her, and truth be told, it wasn’t that much of a shock to her. She’d never done anything to earn his pride and all she’d ever done in her career was cause him grief. Nevertheless, she scoffed hurtfully and shook her head, her eyes pricking with tears as she hit her clenched fists lightly against the table in hopes that he’d man up and finally say it to her face.

But when he still didn’t speak and instead just stood there clenching his jaw, Melanie nodded in understanding then spun on her heels, making fast headway for the door in a desperate need to get out of there before she did or said anything else she might later regret. Only, as she passed the couch that sat in the middle of her fathers office, Melanie was brought to a sudden halt when William’s wallet came flying through the air and landed with a pat on the leather cushion beside her.

With her brow knitting together, she sniffled and wiped at her eyes as they drifted towards it. Either he was offering her money, which she’d happily take, or he had some other pathetic excuse he needed to make, but regardless of which Melanie still refused to move or even offer him the satisfaction of looking back at him. She could hear William getting closer behind her, the soft click of his dress shoes against the floor making her shoulders twitch minutely as each one grew closer and closer to where she stood.

“Open it,” Was all he said, and when Melanie still stubbornly refused to acknowledge him, he raised his voice, “Open it!”

A heavy, reluctant sigh left the back of Melanie’s throat as she reached over the couch cushions and snatched up the wallet. She flipped it open roughly, her eyes rolling as she hesitated for a few moments before finally allowing her gaze to drop to the contents within. The first, and only, thing she saw was a small, rectangular photo sitting behind a thin layer of plastic.

In an instant, like a flip had switched on inside of her, there were more, and very real, tears escaping down her cheeks as her breath caught thickly in her throat. She forced herself to look away, her eyes squeezing shut as she used every ounce of strength she had left in her not to crumble on the spot in front of him.

“You don’t… You don’t look at this photo because of me…” Melanie shook her head, her eyes opening which released more tears from within, causing them to drip off her chin and land on the picture. She wiped them away with her trembling thumb, her touch lingering on the photo’s edge as her face softened and her voice cracked, “You look at it because of her.”

“Flip it over,” William said softly, his heart breaking to have to see his only daughter with such pain burdening her like this. He always thought she was strong, but looking at her now, he came to realise that perhaps she was struggling with a lot more than he could bring himself to see.

As her face grew wetter and her vision blurred, Melanie slid her finger through the small gap beneath the photo and flipped it over, passing another picture, this time of her little brother Matt, before finally coming to land on one of herself, smiling wider than she’d ever done since the day it was taken. She couldn’t help but recreate that smile as best she could, her legs moving on their own accord as she rounded the couch and slumped down onto it, already feeling the regret and guilt, over the accusations she’d so harshly thrown at her father, starting to eat away at every fibre of her chipped and blackened soul.

She should have known better than to ever question her fathers love and pride for her, but unfortunately for the both of them Melanie always did have a tendency to see things in a bigger light than that which truly shone down on them. It was just a silly little picture. It shouldn’t have gotten to her as badly as it did, and yet somehow it had. Until now anyway, as she stared emotionally down at the single picture of herself in her dad’s wallet and began to realise how stupid she had been in thinking anything different than the truth that she had been so purposely blind as to see.

“Do you remember when that photo was taken?” William asked, the couch cushion next to Melanie sinking a touch as he took a careful seat next to her. She nodded her head, quietly clearing her throat as she glanced up at him with her eyes full of sorrow.

“My graduation,” She choked, and she didn’t miss the obvious twitch of William’s mouth at the crackling sound of her voice. She ducked her face away from him, quickly wiping at it with her sleeve as she didn’t want him to have to see her in such a state. “You… You said some stupid joke and it made me laugh right before the camera went off.”

“That’s right, I did,” William said with a fond smile, placing his hand atop Melanie’s shoulder and forcing her to turn back towards him regardless of what she looked like. “And you know what else I do?”

Melanie said nothing, as even if she could — even if she didn’t have a thick lump trespassing in her throat, she didn’t think his question was literal.

“I look at that photo every day and I ask myself… What happened to her?” With the index finger of his free hand he tapped lightly at the picture Melanie still held in hers. “What happened to my little girl that she doesn’t smile at me like that anymore?”

Blankly, Melanie replied, “You know what happened to me.”

“I know I do,” William said quietly, lifting his hand from her shoulder and placing it gently on the back of her head, “And I can’t imagine how hard it all must be on you, but sweetheart, you have got to move past it. You’re young. You still have time to start living your life again before you reach an age where you suddenly look back and regret that you didn’t do more with it.”

“I know you mean well, dad, but it is not that simple,” Melanie said, feeling as the nausea in her stomach began to build. “I can’t just move on and forget what I went through… Forget what I lost, I mean… How do you ever expect me to do that?”

“With help,” William said plainly, causing Melanie to physically recoil from him and stand up, placing her hands on her hips as turned away from him and shook her head.

“I’m not seeing a shrink,” She whispered, even though she knew she probably should.

“I didn’t say that,” William defended, following suit and getting to his feet. He took a gentle hold of her elbow and spun her back around to face him, placing his hands aside her face and wiping away her tears. “But perhaps it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to think about finding someone who can maybe help you move on.”

At that, an intense flush creeped across Melanie’s face and she began to chew at her lip, piquing William’s interest as he dropped his hands to her shoulders and raised his eyebrow.

“Is there someone?” He asked curiously, and when Melanie did nothing but look down at her feet, telling him everything he needed to know and more, he couldn’t help but chuckle, “There is, isn’t there?”

“No,” Melanie mumbled, feeling herself crippled with embarrassment at the idea of gossiping about boys with her father. Still, she sighed and gave in, lifting her head back up to catch the curious glint in William’s eyes. “Well, maybe… I don’t know.”

William narrowed his gaze, “What do you mean you don’t know?”

“I just…” Melanie sighed and pulled away from him, slumping back down onto the couch. “I thought, you know, maybe there was something between us. But when I told him to call me, he never did, and honestly I just can’t tell what goes through his mind when it comes to me.”

Correction — she couldn’t tell what went through the wonderful, yet wilful, mind of Rafael Barba most days , not just when it came to her. She’d always had a sneaking suspicion that maybe he liked her the same way that she liked him. And sure, she hadn’t known for certain that that was the case, but after yesterday? When he showed such clear, outward jealousy towards Carisi. Not to mention his breathless words after she’d kissed his cheek again, that suspicion had become nothing more than a cold, hard fact, so really, she wasn’t sure why he hadn’t called her.

She knew he picked up on the obvious twinkle in her eyes when she trailed them up and down his body, and she knew that he had checked her out when she walked away from him. Hell, she’d all but served herself up to him on a silver platter yet still, it had been radio silent all weekend. And if she was telling the truth, it utterly baffled her.

But she wasn’t about to tell her father that. Not only was it awkward enough to talk about all this, but she also knew his personal feelings towards the ADA himself and the last thing she needed was for him to get annoyed by her choice of bachelor mere seconds after they’d somehow gone and fixed a decades worth of grievances in the space of a few minutes.

“Does this guy have a name?” William asked, in a tone Melanie had heard far too many times when she was a teenager.

With a frown she answered, “No.”

“No?” William chuckled, he should have known better than to ask. “Alright, well you tell Mr no name that he better get his head screwed on straight and stop playing around otherwise he’ll have me to deal with.”

Melanie rolled her eyes, “Dad, please.”

“Alright. Alright,” William sighed, raising his hands in mocking surrender, “But I’m just saying, if need be… I have methods of making people do what I want them to.”

“As do I,” Melanie replied, her lips twitching into a very real, very sincere smile. It felt strange, carelessly bantering with her father like she used to do all those years ago. She never thought she’d get to experience it again, let alone five minutes after she’d blown up at him, and truth be told, it didn’t quite feel real. But still, it was nice to go back to the way things were and soon enough, it got her wondering about whether or not it would be the same for everyone. “Dad… Do you think Mikey will ever forgive me?”

“Forgive you?” William repeated with genuine puzzlement, “For what?”

“Everything,” Melanie exhaled, having gathered more air into her lungs than she realised. She lifted her hand, dragging it through her hair and trying her best not to tangle her curls in her rings. “I mean, after… After what happened…”

She still couldn’t say it out loud.

“I took things out on him,” Melanie continued, her voice growing shaky once again. “My frustrations. My anger… I mean, I thought I hated him just for taking the Sergeants exam without telling me and for years I’ve let myself believe that I do… But the truth is, I get why he did it. And I’m proud of him for moving up the ladder, but I just… I don’t know if he’ll ever be able to forgive me after I’ve made him think I stopped being his sister.”

“Oh Melanie, he doesn’t think that,” William said softly, assuringly. He sat down next to her again and wrapped his around her shoulder, bringing her to rest against his chest. “Not a chance in hell would he ever think something like that, no matter the circumstances.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure, I’m your father. I know you both better than anyone else on this planet,” William told her, but she still didn’t seem to want to relax in his comforting hold. “Look, I know you both said some things you didn’t mean, but trust me, if you call him… He’ll pick up.”

Melanie knew he was right. He always was, but at the same time she just didn’t know whether or not it would ever be that simple.

“Hell, he’ll probably be barging through your front door before you’ve even had a chance to hang up.”

“No he wouldn’t,” Melanie mumbled, wiping at her eyes again as William opened his mouth, about to tell her off for her lack of optimism and faith when she suddenly chuckled, “He’s allergic to cats.”

At that, William smiled and pulled Melanie closer to him, placing a soft kiss to the top of her head before reiterating, “He’s not allergic to them. He just hates leaving your place with half of Quint’s fur stuck to his suit.”

And by his tone, it was clear to Melanie that Mike wasn’t the only one who felt that way.

“That’s not my problem,” She said carelessly, “Quint’s a long-haired cat, and besides, I’ve told you all plenty of times to wear grey so that you can’t see the hairs.”

As if that was a proper solution to the problem, William thought to himself.

But regardless, he stayed quiet. Instead, opting to simply lean his cheek against the top of Melanie’s head and repeatedly draw his hand down the length of her hair in hopes that it might be enough to keep her here for just a little while longer. He could never tell when instances like this would creep up and pleasantly surprise him. Half the time Melanie seemed to hate him for one reason or another and would go out of her way to avoid him, but in the few rare moments he got like this? When she was nothing more than a daughter seeking comfort in her father, he wished to savour every second of it he could get as chances are, she’d be right back to hating him again tomorrow.

Soon enough, Melanie had to leave the, strangely new, comforts of her father’s office. To be honest, she didn’t really want to. Now that she was here she sort of just wanted to stay with her dad for a while and she’d even joked about having him write her a note to get her out of class, so to speak. But in reality, she knew she couldn’t just skip out on her shift because she was feeling a little sentimental. And so, after giving her dad a proper hug for the first time in years and promising that she’d come around every once in a while, Melanie eventually slipped out the door and was making her way back down the stairs of the 1PP office building.

It was strange, how light she felt as she skipped down each step with an ever growing smile on her face. She hadn’t expected to leave her dad’s office feeling anything less than inherently annoyed and pissed off, so it was safe to say that she was pleasantly surprised to find herself in such a cheerful mood considering the one she’d been in when she’d woke up this morning.

To tell the truth, she didn’t think there was anything that would be able to bring her down from her newly appointed rush of happiness. However, when she finally reached the bottom floor of the building and slipped out the door, that theory had quickly begun to test itself when she suddenly bumped chest first into the very last person she had both wanted, and expected, to see that morning.

Barba, in all his well-tailored suit and handsome face glory.

“Melanie,” he breathed out, blinking in surprise as even he hadn’t prepared himself to see her today.

Nevertheless, he still allowed his gaze to trail over the entirety of Melanie’s equally shocked face, easily noticing the subtle redness to her eyes and the slight puffiness to her pale cheeks. He didn’t need to be a detective himself to tell that she had been crying. And a lot, by looks of things. It concerned him a little to see, given who resided in the very building she’d just left, but at the same time he couldn’t help but think she looked a hell of a lot lighter than he’d seen her be in a while.

In fact, she didn’t just look lighter she also looked… almost entirely free of whatever weights had once been weighing on her shoulders, and if he was telling the truth, it only made him feel worse about not calling her as if she was this chipper, then perhaps she hadn’t wanted him to do it as badly as he had worked himself up to think that she might have. He’d spent the entire weekend just staring down at his phone and debating whether or not it would have been a good idea to follow up on what he thought had been a clear indication that she wanted to meet up with him.

One part of him hadn’t thought it would be smart to mix business and pleasure. But the other, more stronger part of him, the one that longed for her in every single way, hadn’t given a damn whether or not it was and eventually, it had forced him to pick up the phone and dial. However, before he’d been able to hit the call button and finally arrange to meet up it had already surpassed 11pm on Sunday night, and thus he had been too late.

Or so he thought.

As Melanie continued to stare at him with an indecipherable look on her face, Barba’s body still tensed up guiltily at the fact that he might have messed things up. He wanted to blurt out about a dozen half-assed excuses for why he didn’t call… Like his caseload was overwhelming… Or perhaps his mother needed his help, but honestly, he didn’t think that would be appropriate. Nor did he think that Melanie would overly care to hear any of the pathetic reasons he might have mindlessly babbled out.

Therefore, all he did instead was subtly clear his throat as he somehow managed to keep his composure in check.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call you,” Barba said plainly, watching as Melanie started to chew absently at the skin of her lip and drop her eyes to the ground. No doubt to stop him from seeing whatever reaction his words might bring flashing over them. “Some things came up and I guess I just… lost track of time somehow.”

Not necessarily a lie, Barba thought to himself. He really did lose track of the time, but he didn’t exactly want to tell her it’s because he didn’t know whether or not dating, not only a detective, but a Chief’s daughter as well, was necessarily a good idea for him as ADA.

“It’s fine, Barba,” Melanie said, lifting her head and forcing a smile as she pretended that she didn’t see the hurt shroud his face at the use of his surname. But she just couldn’t bring herself to call him Rafael again, not after he’d ghosted her without so much as a decent excuse as to why. “It was merely a suggestion, anyway.”

Barba swallowed thickly at the unintentional coldness to her tone, “Right, of course… A suggestion.”

A soft breath, that might have once been a chuckle in a former life, left his lips as they twitched upwards. He was trying so hard to just brush things off and play it cool like she was, but he just couldn’t shake the troublesome thought of knowing that he’d hurt her. That she might have spent the entire weekend just waiting for a call that would have never even come. Of course, he couldn’t tell for sure that that was the case, as Melanie always was a tough read, but there was definitely something eating away at her considering she couldn’t even manage to look him in the eye for longer than a few seconds.

“Did you at least have a good weekend?” Barba asked hopefully, yet his lips pressed tightly together the second the stupidly sounding words slipped past them.

Small talk? Really? What are you, an idiot? He thought to himself, and he only wished he could kick his own ass for its idiocy.

“Sure,” Melanie nodded, half-assedly shrugging one shoulder, “Fin and I just played video games together.”

A lie. She’d actually abandoned Fin in the midst of a casino heist in Grand Theft Auto V that they’d spent days planning only to spend the whole weekend lying on the couch, ignoring phone calls from Mike and wishing that she could somehow magically make them from Barba instead.

“Good,” Barba smiled sincerely, feeling a touch of relief wash over his chest because at least she’d had someone there for her even if it hadn’t him.

And thank God it was Fin. He’d been a little scared that she might have said Carisi, even if it would have only been to simply piss him off — which he’d have wholeheartedly deserved. He knew they were nothing more than friends but he just still couldn’t help himself when it came to feeling jealous over their relationship. It was practically everything he wanted for himself, but the only problem was he didn’t seem to have the balls to be able to tell Melanie that any time she so much as hinted towards feeling the same.

Instead, all he seemed to be able to do anytime he got close to expressing those feelings was the exact opposite. In that he always somehow managed to end up leaving her thinking that he didn’t like her, which couldn't be farther from the truth if he tried. It was slightly ironic though, wasn’t it? That he spent his entire career getting criminals to slip up on the stand and expose themselves for who they truly are and yet he couldn’t manage to do that to himself just long enough to be able to tell the woman he liked, that he liked her.

And speaking of the woman he liked… Barba was well aware that Melaine was now staring at him with her head tilted in confusion and her arms folded over her chest. He’d been silent for a while and that wasn’t at all like him… Nor was gawking at her in a way that would have him putting anyone else put on the registry, and so, with a slightly flustered clear of his throat, Barba drew his hand slowly over the back of his neck as he gathered himself.

When he did, he felt a little better. He was even about to open his mouth, to bravely ask if she’d maybe want to try again and this time meet him for lunch, but before he could so much as let out a breath, a faint buzz began to drift outwardly through the air from inside Melanie’s pocket. She glanced up at him apologetically as she fumbled for her zipper, pulling out the noisy block that seemed to always want to interrupt them before Barba could say what he really wanted to say.

Mumbling under her breath, Melanie’s face dropped profusely as she trailed her eyes across the text message from Carisi. To her dismay, they’d just gotten reports of another victim of the push-in rapist that was terrorising neighbourhoods, and something now told her today probably wouldn’t be quite as peaceful as she had once hoped. With a sigh, she replied with nothing but a meme that Carisi knew to mean on my way before she locked her phone, glancing back up at Barba with the only look he could ever truly decipher covering the entirety of her pretty face.

All Barba did was nod in understanding, receiving a thin-lipped, semi apologetic smile from Melanie in response as she slowly began to back away from him. She didn’t want to have to go, and lord knows Barba didn’t want to have to watch her do it either, but there wasn’t anything they could do to stop it. They both had jobs to do, and until they decided to finally sit down and discuss where things might be going between them, the only thing they could do… was go.

But first, Barba needed something from her. He needed to know, for certain, that she forgave him for not calling otherwise he wouldn’t be able to focus for the rest of the day. It may have seemed stupid to some to need words to confirm what a simple smile could, but given that Melanie was made of stone, a verbal confirmation was the only thing that would truly suffice. And so, before she could get too far, Barba called her name, watching with bated breath as Melanie slowed, hesitated for just a second, then finally turned back around to face him

“I just want you to know… I really am sorry.”

He didn’t even need to elaborate on exactly what he was sorry for as the way Melanie’s face softened and a warm smile rose on her lips at his true, saddened sincerity, he could tell that she knew what he meant. Part of him hoped she’d come back over to him, that she’d kiss his cheek again then maybe whisper into his ear and give him something to think about all day , but instead all she did was continue to smile at him.

And surprisingly, it just so happened to be one that was readable enough that he didn’t need words to know… she had forgiven him.

<- Chapter 2 | Chapter 4 ->

#rafael barba masterlist #rafael barba #rafael barba x oc #rafael barba fic #rafael barba fanfiction #law and order svu fic #law and order special victims unit #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfiction

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dark-cherrypie · 2 years ago

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Adopted!Reader being a cockblock for All Might

Summary: All Might has a adopted daughter who seems sweet and adorable in nature but he doesn't realize how truly evil she is

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As the Number 1 Hero and Symbol of Peace, All Might didn't think about having kids in fear of neglecting them in favor of his career

So when he found you bundled in blankets at his doorstep, wailing from the cold with a letter attached to you that said "Please take care of her" He freaked out.

He called Naomasa immediately, in hopes of finding your parents but it was to no avail

He ended up adopting you because he grew too attached. The way you wrapped your tiny little fingers around his pointer finger and let out squeals of joy when he tickled your pudgy tummy melted his heart

He vowed to be a good father to you

Now in the present time, you were a 5-year old with an attitude

You were a dear to your father but an absolute menace to other people

Sir Nighteye was your number 1 victim

It was no secret that Sir Nighteye was in love with your father

And whether your father reciprocated those feelings or not, you could not stand and watch it happen

You often gave him the stink eye whenever your father invited him for dinner. And whenever he tried to catch you in the act, you go back to playing your peas with an innocent smile on your face

"Make sure you eat your veggie, honey" "Yes, daddy :D"

And when he was staying over for the night (sleeping in a guest room), half asleep. He felt the cushion of his bed sink and a sudden weight on his chest.

When he opened his eye, there he saw you. Perched over his chest, eyes staring deep into his soul like a hawk.

Nighteye just closed his eye and went back to sleep

Never in his life has he feared for his life

Eventually you left

When he tried bringing it up to All Might, he simply waves it off, not believing that his sweet and darling girl would ever do such a thing

"You're just imagining it, I think the lack of sleep and hard work is getting to you"

Unfortunately as All Might is oblivious to Nighteye's phat crush, he is also oblivious to your incessant terrorising

He was so tempted to drop you off a nearby orphanage and leave you there. He's starting to see why your parents abandoned you

However, Nighteye doesn't give up which makes you frustrated, which was all the more rewarding to him

One particular night, he was in All Might's room, discussing plans when he accidentally stepped on a strategically placed lego block and yelped in pain, falling on top of All Might

He was so glad that he didn't use foresight (and thankful to you for putting him in this position)

It was a rather intimate position and Nighteye figured this was too good of chance to not confess his feelings

But before he could do it, he heard the door creaked open

Revealing you, dragging your stuffed animal along the floor, tears in your eyes

"I had a nightmare. . . " You whined

All Might pushed Nighteye off of him and was immediately by your side, lifting you into his arms and shushing you're tears as he held your face against his chest

You laid your chubby cheek on his shoulder and when All Might wasn't looking, your teary face turned into a face that would put most villains to shame. Sticking your tongue out at him as All Might carried you out of the room

That day forward, Nighteye declared you as his arch nemesis

"You will rue this day, Baby Might"

#bnha #boku no hero academia #platonic all might #all might x reader #(✿◠‿◠) cherry writes #toshinori yagi #toshinori yagi x reader #dadmight #sir nighteye #bnha crack

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antiv3nom · 1 year ago

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Tell me something about Sin that you've been dying to type a bunch of paragraphs about!!

THANKS FOR THE ASK SOL !!!!!!!!

okay so a joke i frequenly make about sin but have genuine feelings about is that, despite being raised by sol "what are feelings?" badguy, sin ended up being SO emotionally intelligent. like sol would not have ever had any sort of conversations regarding fuckin empathy or the like with sin, he was too busy TYING THE KID TO A TREE when he was busy, yk? (dont have enough time to dig into all of my feelings on sin's upbringing lmao, i could write a whole different essay about that)

ANYWAYS! yeah. sin has a lot of issues in overture, and he feels...like he's full of a lot of rage and resentment over a lot of things. i can't entirely speak on everything as i still have yet to watch a playthrough of the entirety of overture (i know what happens! i just havent seen all of the nitty-gritty interactions with him and others) but i know that he's got a lot more rage in him then he does in xrd. which of course makes sense, since he's still in the process of understanding and eventually re-accepting ky, and he's gotta interact a lot with him on a personal level in overture, notably without dizzy to mediate, which i personally think is likely how things went down before she was frozen.

anyways i wanna move onto xrd because i have a lot of feelings about him in sign, STARTING with his conversation with sol at one point. he's just got out after talking with ram for the first time, and sol is telling him to give it up and sin recognizes this for exactly what it is, that sol is showing his own lack of trust and actively choosing not to follow him in this, and while after this is pointed out sol worries that he's trying to turn sin into him, ky is actually the one to recognize that sin understands him at his core. i mean, of course. sin's spent probably more time with sol than he's spent with anyone else, and i find it interesting that he came out of that, not being cold and callous like sol has become, but the absolute opposite. i think he trained himself to be almost the opposite of sol, to be able to see through the walls that his guardian puts up and really understand a lot of what he's getting at. it makes a lot of sense, honestly!

i'd also like to bring up a line that he says earlier in sign, which is, "my heart always has been, and will be, open to all" and i think the real thing that cements this being absolutely TRUE is that it's towards elphelt, almost immediately after being told directly by elphelt that she's quote unquote "hot shit" akin to ram. look if he was the same person as his father or his extra father he'd be worried! but he's NOT! he very much is the type of person to trust in a person and that's important! because without that they never would have worked with elphelt to the degree they did, they never would have tried to save her and thus figured out fucking EVERYTHING with rev, they never would have gotten ramlethal as an ally, none of it! because sin had trust in them and took the time and energy to pay attention to them and try to actually emotionally connect with them, and he was a big part of the reason that ramlethal realized she had feelings!!!! fuck!!!!!!! hes integral to the plot because he is inherently kind!!!!!!!!!!!!!

also fuck. fucking hell his relationship with ky. again. i could write a whole different essay on this and it WILL be covered in bread fic which yes will be updated i swear it. anyways. it takes a lot to willingly accept an effort to repair a relationship and put in effort yourself. and it takes MORE to realize the other side of the situation, especially when it's familial. i just. fuck dude. sin cares so much about his mother and through that finds a new path of caring about his own father whom he hated for almost all of his life. fuck dude. he called him dad. he called him dad. i cannot stress enough how much it fucked me up the first time i saw that scene i was crying in public about it i love them so fucking much dude. so much.

anyways this is a big old ramble but fuck sin gets narrowed down to "haha stupid large child who eats a lot" by a lot of people and i think more of us should recognize that while yes he is a 5 year old who looks jacked and yes he does have the funny eat move, he is also an incredibly kind and emotionally mature character

#ask #solradguy #guilty gear #sin kiske #fuck everyone im putting this in main tags too #honestly #my writing #it deserves to be in the tag

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keanureevesisbae · 2 years ago

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Captain Syverson x fem!reader

Summary: You never had a dad figure in your life, but when you meet Sy, all of the sudden you had a man who was willing to be that role model for you. But all you have to do is let him.

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: so, in case anyone remembers a sad little sob story I posted about how i was jealous because i didn't have a dad figure in my life, i turned it into an entire oneshot. Hopefully you like it. (also, I totally intended on not posting this until this weekend, but I suppose I am feeling generous today 😘 )

masterlist // henry cavill masterlist

You grew up in a female household. Your mother, your maternal grandmother and two of your aunts. No siblings. Just you and your favorite women in one house.

While it was amazing, there was one downside to it and you felt it deep in your heart: you always had this feeling you missed out on that fatherly type in your life. A role model, one your friends got for free and loved dearly.

You always wondered why your dad abandoned you to start another family elsewhere. Weren’t you fun enough? Weren’t you pretty enough?

Weren’t you enough?

Being dropped like that, you always felt more at ease with women. You weren’t necessarily afraid of men, but minding your own business and leave men be, was the easiest way for you to go.

However, you met Sy: the most amazing and wonderful man alive. Looking gruff and slightly terrifying at first, but once you peeled off that first layer, you were met with the most amazing and sweetest man you’ve ever encountered in your entire life.

He was a friend of your friend’s boyfriend and while you two instantly clicked, there was a certain hesitation. But Sy was patient and that patience showed you his character, because it took you months before you felt secure enough to let Sy in your life. You often joked that his parents did a splendid job with him.

But then you met said family. It was the first time you saw such a close family. Three older brothers who were all married with a few little ones, a loving mother and a father.

The type of dad you never had.

Falling into an old and safe habit, you found yourself gravitating towards his mother on family gatherings and sometimes a sister-in-law. You were civil with the brothers, however you always stayed clear from the dad, afraid that he’ll intentionally or unintentionally would hurt you the most.

‘You know,’ Sy offered through the phone, ‘you could call my dad.’

You were now staring at a flat tire and you knew that if you called a tow truck, you probably were gonna get ripped off anyway and you would sell a kidney to afford the change of tire. Naturally, you called your boyfriend, who could fix everything, but he was currently stuck at work and threw that one offer in the air that you really didn’t want.

‘No,’ you said, ‘I can handle this.’

So, after you hung up, you got to work. In theory, you could do it. You watched a YouTube video and you tried to fix the tire, but you lacked the strength and nearly found yourself sniffling on your driveway after many failed attempts.

Time went by and a car stopped in front of your driveway. You looked up, to see the infamous dad Syverson get out of his truck. ‘Hi kid,’ he said. He always called you kid when you arrived there.

‘Hi,’ you said, discreetly wiping away your tears. ‘What are you doing here?’

‘Sy called me,’ he answered, ‘telling me you had a flat tire. I thought I’d drop by to ask if you need help.’

You sighed. ‘Of course he did,’ you muttered.

‘You mind?’

‘No,’ you said, ‘go knock yourself out.’

You found yourself watching him from a distance, while he changed your tire. He did every step in the tutorial you watched, but the thing was: he had strength, you didn’t.

‘You got something against me, kid?’ he finally asked.

You shook your head. ‘No.’

‘You barely acknowledge me when you’re over,’ he said. ‘Is it something I did?’

Yes. That’s the worst part of it all. It is something he did. It’s the way he loves his sons, their wives and the grandkids. It’s how he loves his own wife. It’s how he always greeted you with a wide smile. How he even got you a little nickname he hadn’t given to anyone else. It was you who was on the receiving end of the nickname ‘kid’, not the others.

‘No.’

He looked up and halted his work. ‘You know,’ he says, ‘Sy told me about your own dad.’

Of course Sy would share that sob story with his parents. ‘Right.’

‘Your dad is an idiot,’ he said.

‘True.’ You took in a breath and said: ‘I grew up around women. All I’ve known is female role models. Never had a dad-figure in my life. Guess I am just a horrible human being and incredibly jealous for seeing how others have a great dad and I don’t.’

‘That doesn’t make you a horrible person,’ he told you. ‘It makes you a normal human being. You know, I had a deadbeat dad. He barely was around and when he was, he ruined everything. I always promised myself that once I am a dad, I wouldn’t be like that.’

‘Mhm.’

‘Dads fix tires,’ he continued, ‘dads cook dinner. Dads pick you up from a night out. Dads teach you about life. Dads are there for you, whether you need them or not.’

‘Not mine,’ you whispered. ‘My mom always told me to do it myself.’

‘I get that.’

‘I was already doing an okay job with the tire,’ you mumbled.

‘True,’ he chuckled. Then he turned around so he was actually facing you. ‘You know, you’re dating my son, which makes you part of the family. You got a flat tire, call me. Your family needs some help fixing something? Call me. You’re family, kid.’

And you realized you hadn’t been acting like family. Instead, you always kept him at arms length, even when he tried to be family.

Tears burned in your eyes. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘Don’t be,’ he said. ‘I just want to be that dad-figure for you. All you’ve gotta do is let me.’ He smiled reassuringly. ‘And when you are ready for that, let me know. I’ll be right here for you, kid.’

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It had been three months since that conversation and a lot had happened. You were still dating Sy and ever since your little talk with his dad, it truly felt like you were part of the family now. Sy and you were closer than ever before, his dad and you were two peas in a pod. Turned out, you shared many similarities and he felt like that father figure you always wished you had. He came over to your family’s house and fixed a few things that needed fixing for a while now.

But dad Syverson still understood your wish of being independent and whenever he helped you out, he told you to watch and learn and sometimes wrote down a few tips too.

Today, you and Sy were going to a family gathering again and you could say that you were buzzing with excitement.

‘Sy, hurry up,’ you pleaded. ‘Your dad is gonna show me how to turn on the bbq, without losing your eyebrows.’

He chuckled. ‘I swear you’re always happier to see him than me,’ he joked. You leaned against his shoulder, before he said: ‘You know, honey, I love you very much.’

‘I love you too,’ you whispered. ‘And thank you, for ignoring my stubborn ass and called your dad that faithful flat tire day.’

Sy smirked. ‘Come on, you honestly think I would let you hurt yourself, because you’re my strong-willed sweetheart and doesn’t want to ask my dad for help?’ He pressed a kiss on top of your head. ‘I… I am glad you accepted the help. It made you happier in the end.’

Dating Sy meant gaining an entire family and to say it was amazing was a gross understatement. You said your quick hi’s to his brothers, the sister-in-laws and the kids, kissing Sy’s mom, before rushing over to the backyard, where you saw Sy’s dad.

‘There she is,’ he said with a wide grin and you launched yourself in his arms. ‘Finally some common sense in the building,’ he joked.

Sy joined you not too long after, hugging his dad and he said: ‘I’ll be the first Syverson to sit through a bbq lesson from my dad.’

‘You guys never listened?’

Dad shook his head. ‘Kid, you’re the first one who voluntarily has signed up for the bbq lessons from dad Syverson,’ he told you. ‘Are you ready?’

You smiled and nodded. ‘I was born ready, dad.’

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