#meanwhile his child is experiencing Room

[mummer]

barry being obsessed with going all YourFaveIsProblematic on 'great men' as a way to justify himself because if they could do bad things and still be regarded as great then so can he. he’s “doing” the “work” of “bettering himself” and berating sally for being drunk because it “sets a bad example” and hiding guns behind live laugh love decor. He’s literally putting on a wholesomecore front lol, he’s play acting as a ted lasso type and using lib therapy language which is indistinguishable from when he’s using evangelical language which is all utterly meaningless and he uses it as a violence. Ha ha ha

[ghost-bxrd]

okay so this is an idea I’ve seen brought up maybe once before, but maybe Jason (before the Bats find out who he is) accidentally lets something slip that makes them realize that he’s literally, like, a child (seventeen, sixteen, I’m not sure how old he is at that point exactly, but either works)

and Bruce “adoption addiction” Wayne promptly looks at this obviously traumatized teenager and decides that he should adopt Red Hood.

I just think Jason would be so confused (maybe a little pissed too)

I’ve touched on that a little bit in What you’re longing for (you claim to abhor)!

I think this trope is wayyy underrated. Like, Jason is still so, so young. Basically a child. Even if he died at sixteen and then spent two years with the league (even if we’re counting the time he spent dead as aging). He’s barely even legal when he returns to Gotham. Or if we’re being generous let’s say he’s nineteen.

Doesn’t matter, he’s barely out of his teens (maybe he’s still IN his teens if you bend the timeline of your fic a little) and he’s experienced horrors that would have most people become utterly unable to function. But Jason? That boy takes his trauma and channels it into anger. Which, not exactly healthy, but well.

Anyway, getting off topic:

YES. Jason is still basically a kid when he debuts as the Red Hood, and you know what else he is? A good boy who’s not gonna touch any alcohol until he’s officially 21.

“But why would he do that? He grew up in Crime Alley! Ain’t nobody got time for age limitations!”

Hear me out! Let’s assume he grew up in a household where his father, Willis Todd, drank quite a lot on the regular in addition to his mom’s addiction. Jason experienced the aftermath of this (perhaps domestic violence?) every time his dad returned from a job/jail and he grew to loathe any and all substances, including alcohol. Knowing Jason and his convictions it wouldn’t be too far fetched to assume he’d never touch a single drop of alcohol at all.

So that’s one way he could slip up while taking to his goons (and having the bats overhear) or even straight up talking to one of them where maybe Dick banters a bit and goes “Hey, perhaps you should chill out a bit. Have a drink maybe” and Jason just instinctively goes “Fuck you Dickwing, I’m seventeen/eighteen/nineteen! I’m not allowed to drink!”

And Dick just— bluescreens. And immediately goes to tell Bruce, obviously.

OR

The Bats assume Jason is this old guy (Bruce’s or Drathstroke’s age maybe) and consequently they keep alluding to things that happened way before Jason was ever even born and at first he’s so? Confused??? But eventually it just gets really annoying and eventually he just— snaps.

“How the fuck would I know which Nokia gen hit the market that year? I was born in fuckin’ XXXX, I’m an iPhone kid!”

“Stop referencing the Cold War dipshit, I’m fucking seventeen! I’m glad I remember my own damn birthday!”

“I don’t know, I was like— two back then.”

Bruce, obviously, would take .1 seconds to realize:

“Omg. That’s- that’s a whole child. That’s a whole damn TRAUMATIZED child, killing people and sawing off heads. Omg someone must have hurt him so bad. Don’t worry tho, son, Batman’s got you. You won’t have to hurt anybody ever again. We’re here for you. Would you like the room next to Tim’s or Dick’s?”

Meanwhile Jason: “what the fuck”

[r0-boat]

Whb Kings' AFAB!s/o pregnant.

Cw: some suggestive bits but overall sfw, pregnancy.

Devils are more animalistic than angels or humans. They've never had a mate of the opposite sex from birth since they've always had Solomon. At least demons especially the Kings have never had their own child since Lilith was not there for them to wish upon. Out of all the kings except for asmodeus none experienced their mate growing their child inside of them. Until now

Satan

He doesn't know why he's becoming more short-tempered lately. It was unusual even for the demon of wrath. He is on edge. He has been for a while. Everything inside of him is telling him something has changed, but he doesn't know what.

He has been pacing in a circle like a tiger He hasn't been sleeping (if he had been sleeping at all) And he has been tearing apart more shit It his Castle.

He has been separated from you so he doesn't hurt you. Which he usually does when he is angry. But this time he itches to be close to you. It fucking hurts to be more than a few feet away from you. His anxiety so bad he starts scratching at himself. Are you feeling okay? Are you sick? Are you eating well? What if you secretly hate him? What if you want to go back to Earth?? It's just his thoughts spiraling out of control. And then all of Gehenna got turned upside down when you started having morning sickness. Devils (except for asmodeus) Don't have children with humans so they never knew your sickness was the cause of a baby growing inside you.

Asmodeus and Lucifer did confirm that yes you are pregnant. And by hearing this news Satan got worse. If any devil so much as touches your stomach he will destroy them. He is protective and extremely extremely riddled with anxiety. You are pregnant with a demon child You are human pregnant with a demon king's child...

He should be happy He is happy it's just layered with fear add thoughts of you not surviving the birth or whatever. He has to protect you. He has to protect you from himself! At the same time giving you everything you need, every weird craving everything

Mammon

He didn't see a change in this behavior personally. Meanwhile you and your room with 50,000 more gifts than what he normally gives you. Currently hand feeding you grapes from a vine. While you have two sexy and popular devil porn stars rubbing your feet.

Barely into your first week and he is already obsessed with your bedding. For some reason he doesn't think it's soft enough or there's not enough fabrics. You think it's ridiculous but who are you to argue with someone much richer than you who could probably afford an entire island just for funsies.

Mammon freaks out when he first discovers you puking from morning sickness., He generally thinks you have been poisoned. He is probably one of the first to discover that you are pregnant since he is breaking down Lucifer's door at the first side of your sickness.

Now that he knows that you're pregnant, His pampering cranks up to a 105. You are carrying his child. You must be eating the finest and most nutritious things that your human body can absorb. Anything you want, anything you desire, will be yours. Just say the word. With hearts in his eyes, only one day and everyone in Tartaros knows that you're carrying his child.

He must provide for his pregnant mate carrying his child It is not only in his biology but his personality. If you think he's obsessed with your butt, as soon as your body starts showing more, he won't keep his hands off your stomach.

Leviathan

Literally hovering around you. Attached to you like velcro, like Satan he is on edge. His instincts telling him that something has changed even though he does not see. It feels like you are in danger, it's telling him that you will die from him if he does not give constant attention.

With the odd urge to pamper you. Fuck he hates it he feels like he's growing soft with each day. He can't look at you because when he does his heart will not come. Honestly he learns pretty fast because of his frantic behavior. Your morning sickness He was practically knocking down their Lucifer's door. He leaves the room because he says he's is wasting his time only to slam back in when those words were uttered.

He doesn't have to hide his protectiveness over you. You have a baby now He has a reason. You're not leaving his room. That is final You are staying right here warming his bed (He got an actual bed after this) covered in sheets waiting for servant devils to bring you your meals.

Your weird human cravings he will not entertain."You want this?? Foolish human that cannot be good for you You're not eating that shit!!!"

1:00 a.m. for some reason you get a lot of pictures of cribs and supplies from Levi when he cannot sleep He is right next to your ass why can't he just talk about it to you instead of just send you pictures.

Beelzebub

Irresistible, You smell irresistible. He swears You have a different smell to you. It's faint but it's so good. Oddly enough He is literally attached to you like velcro.

Becomes hornier. Like he's in heat or something, he thinks nothing has changed while he's bearing his nose into your neck, his hands brushing against your stomach and going underneath your shirt. Massaging your shoulders, telling you that recently you had a certain glow to you, and he can't put his finger on it

He knows you're pregnant He just forgot. Something that he told everyone when Lucifer gave you a check up. Kind of explains why he's been indulging in your cravings at the same time not knowing what the fuck is going on.

Paperwork be damn his mate is pregnant, He rather snatch your ass from the Abyssos Castle and take you somewhere else.

Being the avatar of gluttony his instincts begin to kick in and he starts to feed you. "Nonsense You're eating for two aren't you? Come on you can have one more bite of this."

Lucifer

The amount of times I made Lucifer being your personal doctor in this is kind of funny because I firmly believe at first, Lucifer wouldn't even know he could get you pregnant. He He was aware that devils could get humans pregnant only recently (asmodeus...) But he thought he was another case since he is not a demon technically.

So even as all the signs were showing he just didn't know. He was surprised himself when you took that pregnancy test for him.

He is elated once the news broke overprotective Lucifer begins. However recent your checkups were with him now become double almost daily. He wants you and your child to be strong healthy. So he tries to give you healthy food with some supplements.

He becomes such a nut for your health You haven't had some soda and months. You are not to go anywhere without supervision as much as he loves his angel brother and you are his first priority. I genuinely think that his brothers will visit not to kill you but a little temporary truth just for him to share the news. They hate him and they hate you but the creation of life to them is sacred still. And for a moment they felt like brothers again but only for that moment.

He still loves his brothers dearly but if they So much as harm a little hair on your head he will personally dispose of them.

Belphegor

Oh you're pregnant Cool? *Goes back to sleep*....*wakes up immediately* Wait what do you mean you're pregnant.

That day one of the new laws in nifelheim were protect you and his child at all costs o

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Platonic Yandere Show-Off!

Yandere Mother vs. Yandere Father x Child! GN! Reader

Content/Trigger warning: Mentions of death, torture, and pregnancy. Please read as completely platonic.

- United in an arranged marriage, neither Yandere Mother nor Yandere Father are particularly pleased with their current situation. Both are enraged due to their respective family's tradition of marrying into money and improving business respectively, and are already planning on how get to get rid of the other one so they can live a happy single life, preferably with all of the remaining assets from having their spouse die in 'mysterious' ways.

- Yandere Mother and Yandere Father are tasked with having at least 1 child so they can inherit the entire family business. Their gender doesn't matter. They need to make an heir. Yandere Mother is disgusted at the idea of having Yandere Father inside her, and so does he, but after avoiding the inevitable for a couple years, they finally spent one quick and uncomfortable night together to get it over with.

- While Yandere Mother is busy dealing with the pregnancy, Yandere Father makes sure to put aside enough money for his child's education, entertainment, health, and anything else they might need. Look, he might hate his wife, but he is not going to hate an innocent creature that had no choice to be born to such a horrible woman, he is going to do his best to raise his child right, but might leave most of the heavy duties to the mother. And speaking of, Yandere Mother is excited for having a child. It will be HER child and no one else's, and is very happy that her piece of shit of a husband is going to leave most of the kid's upbringing to her. She will make sure her baby grows with only the best of the best, and of course, only loving their mama! Your sperm donor will only appear for publicity reasons.

- Yandere Mother and Yandere Father who are surprised when your birth occurs a bit earlier than expected, but nevertheless rush your mother quickly to the best hospital in the country while your father waits outside of the operation room. Partially because it will look good for the press and partially because he doesn't want to be like your deadbeat grandfather who skipped his birth so he could drink with some investors. Yandere Father, at least, wants to be there for you. Meanwhile, Yandere Mother is screaming bloody murder in the other room. The pain is horrible. Even when the doctors gave her strong medications for the delivery, she still feels the first complications of motherhood. But even with all the difficulties, she bears through it all and gives birth to what will become of her and her husband's future adoration and obsession, you.

- The first to meet you is, of course, Yandere Mother, who held you as soon as the nurse's finished washing off all the blood and liquids, and who couldn't believe her eyes when she first saw you. Even when you were wet and crying after experiencing breathing for the first time, you still looked like the most adorable of little angels. Yandere Mother couldn't help but cry and weep from the incredible amount of love she felt in the moment, while a warm smile grazed her face, as she protectively held you, hearing your heart beat in unison with hers. She even refused to let the nurses and doctors check on you until she pretty much collapsed from the exhaustion of giving birth.

- Yandere Father meets you after the hospital staff gave him the clearing after running some tests. To say he fell in love is an understatement. This man fell to his knees when he first saw you at the maternity ward, peacefully sleeping with a soft blanket covering you. He couldn't help the tears that fell down his face, or the clear adoration in his eyes. He just... loves you much. His baby, his little angel. The adorable and cute baby in existence was right in front of him, and you were all his! He made you, after all! Oh, how excited he was to get you ot of here and buy you dozens of toys, and clothes and-

"They are beautiful, aren't they?"

"Like an angel..."

"If you hurt them in any way, I'll make sure to hire an assassin to torture you to death"

"I can say the same to you, dear"

- Yandere Mother and Yandere Father spoil you rotten through your childhood. Especially Yandere Father, who can't spend as much time with you as he would like because he has to take care of the family conglomerate, but always sends you hundreds of gifts your way, which are always meticulously chosen and discarded by Yandere Mother, who makes sure to spend every moment that you are awake by your side. She will make sure to raise you into the most innocent, polite, and kind little one in the entire world. She might love you with all her heart, and is more than willing to frame someone for a murder she committed if it came down to it, but she won't neglect you by letting you grow as you please! Oh, no! Proper etiquette classes and lectures about being responsible, respectful, and kind are very prevalent in your busy schedule and educational curriculum.

- Yandere Mother chooses homeschooling with only the best of the best private teachers and tutors to foment your growth! And no complaining or pressure from her extended family will change that! Yandere Father also supports this plan, with the added clause that you need to participate in extracurricular activities outside for your fortified home. Yandere Mother was going to cut your father from suggesting such dangerous activities to fragile, innocent you, but quickly changed her mind when he explained that he wishes to have photos and memorabilia of each and every one of your achievements, specifically those in which you absolutely crush the pathetic competition.

- Yandere Mother and Yandere Father attend every competition and event you compete or participate in, cheering you on from the audience and celebrating with grand parties and banquets for every success or failure. They love making everyone in the world know about their perfect little prodigy and are not shy in the slightest to prove it! Although, if you ever felt uncomfortable or annoyed by such displays of affections, no sweat! Yandere Mother and Yandere Father will completely understand and will keep your celebrations inside of their home, protecting your privacy if you so wish.

- Yandere Mother loves spending time with you to show her affection, being an active and involved parent in pretty much everything you do, always showing support, financial or emotional, for every single one of your hobbies and aspirations. She is also very touchy and cuddly, she specially loved to hold you close to her when you were a baby, giving you kisses and waking you up with more kisses and giggles. She loves to embarrass you with all the photos and loving memories she has of you!

- Yandere Father prefers to shower you in gifts and delicious treats whenever he is free. He especially loves going out to trips to your favorite mall or shops, lets you browse through the different sections, and buy everything your little heart desires. He tries his very best to be strict and teach you about the importance of money, but you give him your 'puppy eyes'™️ and he becomes weak once again. He also loves complimenting you and giving you praise whenever you succeed, as well as helpful tips and advice in the cases you lose or are in need of some support. He especially loves when you come to his home office or during meals and ask him anything and everything you might have in your mind. Your Yandere Father is very well educated after all (and so is your mother!) and is very eloquent when explaining topics and talking about how the world works. He has so many fond memories of little toddler you waddling to his office, asking silly questions and him calmly and sweetly responding as you fall asleep on his shoulder.

- Yandere Father and Yandere Mother loves you so much, little pumpkin. They know that you will grow to become an amazing person, but can't help but worry about others potentially hurting you! So, they make sure to background check anyone that you could possibly have an interest in (romantic or otherwise), to be 100% sure that they will appropriate companions for you. Very few people make the cut, with the many undeserving of your love and attention being quietly taken care of. Not necessarily in a brutal way, but Yandere Mother sure misses her time as queen bee of high-school when she would destroy the lives of those trying to take her down, and Yandere Father has such a vast collection of weapons that it would be a shame not to use them every once in a while!

- Yandere Mother loves you with all her heart and would do anything to protect your smile. Yandere Father loves you with the entirety of his soul and is more than willing to commit war crimes to protect your happiness. The two of them hate each other deeply for always keeping your attention off the other, but work surprisingly well in raising and taking care of you, so they toughened it up and simply focus on your safety and well being. They don't care who they have to hurt, kill, torture, or incriminate. They will do it and make sure you never find out. You are their adorable sweetness. You don't need to know about the atrocities in this world =)

"You are the absolute most, my little star. I love you ♡"

"I'll love you even if you kill me, dear. You will always be my little angel ♡"

[22ayla19]

Hello! I just recently saw your Jiyan x Pregnant! Reader and I loved it sm! I just want to request a part 2 of some sorts maybe? But with a twist like reader gives birth in the time where Jiyan, Rover, Yangyang, and Jianxi had to fight in order to stop the 2nd potential Therenodian War uprising. He and Rover was victorious. When he comes back he sees reader with their child already maybe reader just had given birth so it's a sweet moment? I have been brainrotting about it. >_< Take your time and I hope this request is alright and doesn't go against any rules of your requests. Thank you sm! ✨

Jiyan x Pregnant! Reader PART 2

PART 1

You were already in the last month of pregnancy, childbirth was just around the corner, but the situation in Jinzhou had deteriorated sharply. There were fierce battles on the border where your husband fought. Of course, you knew that your husband was strong and would always emerge victorious from a battle, but you couldn’t help but worry about him, which unfortunately did not have a favorable effect on you. As a result, labor began prematurely, which made my husband's parents worry.

For five hours you suffered in anticipation of full disclosure. Five hours of endless pain. Your mother-in-law did not leave you, because she knew what you were feeling now and support in the person of a loved one would be most welcome.

- Be patient a little longer, dear. Soon there will be a full disclosure, - your mother-in-law consoled you. You just nodded painfully, not wanting to shout to the entire department how much it hurts you.

Now the full disclosure has arrived, you are being wheeled into the delivery room where you will spend the next hours giving birth to your first child.

What you experienced could not be described in words. This is a terrifying pain, as if all your bones were broken. No longer able to hold back your scream, you started screaming throughout the entire delivery room, although you could probably hear it even in the corridor and neighboring rooms.

- Push, daughter! You can! Just a little more! - although your mother-in-law was not present at the birth, as a doctor and a person close to you, she was present at the birth, - Come on, honey! One more time! The baby's head is already visible!

To rid yourself of this terrible pain, you gathered all your last strength and began to push harder.

- Well done, daughter. You did it! - your mother-in-law told you, to which you only smiled tiredly.

- Congratulations, madam! You're have a girl! - the midwife congratulated you.

- Daughter... Jiyan, really wanted a daughter... - you didn’t have enough strength to speak, but seeing your girl, you found them and said, - JingYang... Jiyan really wanted his daughter to have it... calm and peaceful future...

- I will take care of my granddaughter, honey. You need strength, so rest. I will inform Jiyan that he has become a dad, so rest easy, - the new grandmother assured you.

- Can I... at least hold my daughter for a little while?..

- Of course, dear, - with these words the mother-in-law signaled for the midwife to come up and give you the baby.

- Hello, princess, - she began to coo over her daughter, - You made me pretty worried, but now you are already next to your mother.

- Inform General Jiyan that his wife gave birth to a girl, -the mother-in-law ordered to immediately convey the message to her son. While her daughter-in-law was giving birth, she realized that the situation on the border had begun to stabilize as some doctors reported that General Jiyan and Rover had won the battle in the border area.

Meanwhile, at the border zone, everyone congratulated the general and Rover on their victory.

- We have eliminated the main reason for the entire battle, but even so, there are enough Taced Discords that need to be eliminated for a calmer life for the citizens of Jinzhou, - Jiyan, although he was glad of the victory, knew that this was not all that he still had to do.

- General! General Jiyan! I have important news for you! - a soldier ran to Jiyan to tell him the news.

- What's happened?

- Your wife... Your wife gave birth to a girl, - the soldier didn’t have time to finish saying, when everyone around began to congratulate the general on becoming a dad. Jiyan himself did not fully believe that he had finally become a dad - JingYang. That's the name of the girl.

- JingYang... A peaceful and calm future, - Jiyan couldn’t help but smile. He really wanted a girl to be born, but he couldn’t think that you would remember his words that he wanted a peaceful and calm future for the baby, and in honor of this you named the girl symbolically with the words peace and quiet.

- Congratulations, General Jiyan! - Congratulations were heard from all sides, to which Jiyan responded with gratitude. He wanted to share such a joyful moment with everyone.

A week later, he was able to return to Jinzhou to finally meet his daughter and wife. When he first entered the house and headed towards the nursery, he couldn’t help but cry from the way you cooed over your daughter.

- Dear? - your voice brought him out of his trance. You, in turn, came up and wiped the tears from your husband’s eyes. Taking him by the hand, you led him towards the crib so that your daughter could meet her dad, - Look who came to us. This is your dad.

- Hello, princess, - the girl only began to coo joyfully in response at the sight of her father.

Jiyan felt like the happiest person in the world. In addition to the fact that he has a wonderful wife, he now also has a beautiful little girl, all like her mother.

- I love you, dear. I love you both and will protect you until my last breath.

[teriri-sayes]

Reactions to The Incomprehensible's Chapter 331

Brief summary: Only Rasheel laughs with Cale (but with sarcasm). Clopeh is overjoyed at more news about the legend. Cale calls Alberu and explains his status in the game.

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The entire chapter was funny. 😂😂😂

Cale: Hahaha! Everyone: ... Cale: Haha... I need to check the crown prince's message, haha... Everyone: ... Rasheel: Ha! Cale: ?!!! Rasheel: I'm so shocked! Don't care about the plate, ha?! An injury to the heart is mostly fatal! Dragons die when their hearts explode! Why are you saying such obvious things as if it's something great? Ha! Ron: Haha. On: *pats Cale's leg before shaking her head* Cale: *feels wronged* Rasheel: Ha! That's not even funny! Mila: *compliments Cale* He's gotten shameless. Cale: *tries to retort* No! Rasheel: Oh, come on, you said it was a vessel for a god, a vessel that contained nature! You said it held a world! What else? The New World, or some other weird place? Demons? Angels? Ha! You don't even pray! And now you're saying that the vessel that could become a god, nature, and the world are all in your heart? Ha! Cale: (What the hell-) Clopeh: It's a legend. Rasheel: Ah, that bastard was here too. Cale: (How long has he been holding that video recording device?) Clopeh: *brightly smiles while shedding tears in happiness* Everyone: *flinches* Cale: !!!! *panics as he gets goosebumps* Super Rock: That crazy bastard! Clopeh: *wipes tears* Gods, angels, and demons are useless beings that can't save the world. Only Cale-nim is a legend. Ah~! Eruhaben: Ca-Cale. You should check the messages, right? Maybe something happened in Roan? *dismisses everyone in order to escape from Clopeh* Everyone: *leaves the room* Clopeh: ... *still staring in joy at Cale* Cale: *feeling anxious at Clopeh's blissful stare* Mary to Clopeh: We should go. Clopeh: Okay. *leaves* Cale: *feels relieved that Clopeh left* CH: (Mary and Clopeh together? Wasn't Mary the one who first told Clopeh about Cale-nim's greatness?)

Rasheel had enough of Cale's nonsense. 🤣🤣🤣 But he and everyone else got scared of Clopeh's reaction. 🤣🤣🤣 Even Eruhaben stuttered and told everyone to rest for now, all in order to avoid Clopeh. 🤣🤣🤣

Clopeh, my boy! You're the best! You managed to record the legend! Forget how he managed to record it when mana was fluctuating at that time.... The important thing was, he managed to record it all! 😂😂😂

And Clopeh was so much in bliss that he shed tears of joy. 😂😂😂 It was like everything he experienced recently reinforced his belief about Cale being a legend. Choi Han though... 🤣🤣🤣 Only he knew that Mary was the one who first preached Cale's greatness to Clopeh. Poor Cale feeling relieved that Clopeh left with Mary without knowing the truth. 😂😂😂

As for Sheritt, she planned to create a portal connecting the game world to her Black Castle in order to witness Eden Miru's hatching. 🥰 She still had a lot of mixed emotions, but she decided to move on for HER CHILDREN. She wanted Eden to see her joy when he hatches from the egg. 🥰🥰🥰

Meanwhile, Rosalyn decided to officially call Eruhaben her master, and learn from him. She did not want to feel helpless again. Eruhaben reassured her and let her follow him.

Alberu and Cale's conversation was what we all expected. 🤣🤣🤣

Alberu: Cale, what the hell have you- Cale: Wait. Let me talk first. Alberu: ...Okay. Go ahead. And explain how you came to be the worst scum of all scum. Cale: !!!

Alberu using slang... 😂😂😂 Honestly, I'm not sure if "scum" is the correct English translation for 거지 (geuji). Blighter fit it best, but that's UK slang and might be unfamiliar to other readers. As for jerk, it felt tame when compared to blighter?

If you're wondering what blighter means, it is:

(UK slang, usually disrespectful) A person, usually male, especially one who behaves in an objectionable or pitiable manner.

A man or child, especially an annoying one

The Korean dictionary used "scum", though I feel it did not feel the context of the situation, given that Alberu was most definitely feeling annoyed at Cale right now. 🤣🤣🤣

Cale: Are you the hero? Alberu: Huh? Cale: I guess you are. I should've realized it when the Sword of the Sun came out. Ha... Alberu: Why? Why are you sighing like that? Cale: Because me and CH have to find the hero. CH received a quest from the former hero to give the sword to the current one. Alberu: What? That, That quest was Choi Han's?! Cale: BTW, you know about the 3rd Evil and where it is? Alberu: Huh? Cale: 3rd Evil, 3rd Evil. You know it, right? Alberu: Well, among the Eight Evils, it is- Cale: That's right, that's right. BTW, I'm the hidden boss of the 3rd Evil. Alberu: ... Cale: The 7th Evil is also under me. Alberu: ... Cale: Oh, before I forget, the System AI is on our side. Alberu: ... Cale: Ah. I'm a bit of an oddball. My background setting is that I have a mix of angel and demon blood. Alberu: ... Cale: ...Your Highness? Alberu: You're driving me nuts.

Poor Alberu. 🤣🤣🤣 You're doing your best to let your dongsaeng achieve his slacker life, but said dongsaeng keeps finding ways to destroy it. 😂😂😂 And what will his reaction be once he hears about Cale's plate? 🤣🤣🤣

Ending Remarks Today was such a fun chapter. 😂 Clopeh never failed me! And it was nice to see Alberu's cliche line. Next chapter would be a continuation of Alberu suffering because of his dongsaeng again. 😂😂😂

[phoenixblaze1412]

Hello there!!!👋

May I ask for some angst?

Dottore spending time with his biological child and the more the day progresses he sees his wife (who died a few day after giving birth to their child) in their child (A headcanon and/or small scenario plz)

Thank you!!!

Gonna make me cry anon.. also might have changed it a bit.

Taking care of a kid is a difficult task for Dottore himself. Especially if it was his own. A healthy baby girl, how ironic that she looked exactly the same as you. Neither of you didn't expect such a tragedy to happen, mostly him.

"Sir, she won't be able to make it." Omega stated, watching over your vital signs. Your body was currently too weak to deliver the baby, and being in labor wasn't helping a lot.

"Then let the child die. I'd rather lose the kid than lose my wife." Dottore snapped as he quickly went and placed an oxygen mask over you, tucking away the lose strands of your hair away from your face. He was quick to notice your breathing becoming more heavy and labored.

"Both her and the child will die if we continue with that idea!" the Theta segment exclaimed.

The three of them were quick to shut up when they heard your pained groans. Immediately examining and looking you over to at least lessen the pain you were experiencing but still keeping you conscious.

Dottore was already in a state of anger and worry, thinking up of multiple solutions to get the child out of you all the while keeping you alive but that seems to be difficult since you don't even have the strength to push the baby out so maybe a c-section will do but the chance of you dying is big. He was quick to come out of his thoughts when you grabbed his arm, making him focus his attention to you.

"Zandik please.. promise me you won't let our baby die."

He let out a deep sigh before nodding at your request. Even at times like these, he could never say no to you. He called over a few more segments to begin your surgery. A simple c-section, nothing to worry about right? But why was he, he of all people suddenly felt fear as he held the scalpel upon your stomach.

It's not right. He knows this will end up badly if he continued, he already felt it. Snapping out of his thoughts once more when he heard you cry out in pain, he nodded to his segments to sedate you for a bit as he began the operation.

Seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned to hours. Every segment waited anxiously as they watched their creator work strenuously. The once silent room was filled with small cries as Dottore held his newborn child, dirty from all the blood and amniotic fluid but alive and well. Iota walked over to take the baby from Dottore to clean her up as the doctor went and stitched you up while the other segments who were present had cheerful grins along their faces.

Their happiness was quickly cut off the moment they heard the sound of your heart monitor dropping. Dottore glanced up and glared at Omega, cursing under his breath as he finished stitching you up to help Omega with keeping you stable.

"You incompetent fool! I gave you one job!"

Panic. That's what they're all feeling the moment when you became cardiac asystole. Dottore and Omega resuscitating you the best they can, even using electro to give your heart a shock to at least show any heart rhythm but none came.

"(Y/N) please wake up! You can't leave me! Come on! Your child- our child is safe and awake now it's your turn to wake up please!"

It's been fifteen minutes max with no signs of you showing any heartbeat, the segments could only look away, not wanting to cry in front of you. The sudden weight being placed upon them at the news of your death was overbearing.

Even Iota couldn't believe it. But even so, he couldn't cause any tantrums, he couldn't yell or even throw anything out of anguish. He was holding your child at the moment. The baby you left to them before you passed. It took him a few minutes to calm the baby down and wrap her up in a blanket.

Meanwhile Dottore was still leaning over your figure, his hand held yours as he leaned his forehead against your knuckles. Both of your wedding rings, glimmering against the light.

Dottore knew something bad was going to happen. He felt it bubbling in his guts yet he let it happen. The moment Iota walked back into the room with his daughter in his hold, Dottore glared at them.

"I don't want to see that thing near me. Dispose of it immediately. Give it to the Knave or send it someplace else."

Iota was quick to snap at the order, sure he's still in despair about losing you like how the others feel but his creator telling him to dispose of your own offspring is not what he expected to hear.

"What are you thinking?! (Y/N) carried your child for months, having to go through all the hardships a pregnant woman would go through and here you are disposing her efforts?!"

"I already knew from the start that saving the child would end up with her death! I would have preferred to save her instead of the child!"

"Would she want you to?! You know her well enough to know that she would rather risk herself in danger to save a life! She already said it herself before the operation! You promised her not to let the child die!"

Dottore was quick to shut up, looking over at the little figure bundled up in the blankets. Thoughts filled with 'what if's' as he looked back at your figure on the examining bed.

What if he chose to save you instead of his child? Would you even be happy towards him if you knew about his plans?

A soft coo was heard as Iota looked down at the baby before carefully handing her over to Dottore. The doctor was hesitant at first but he took the chance to hold his own child in his arms. The baby let out little babbles and gargles as her hands reach out to the doctor and tried to grab at his hair.

Dottore observed her actions, looking over her features and letting out a bitter laugh at how his own daughter had most of your features. It's like the gods are being cruel and making his own heart hurt more than it already is.

"From now on, your name will be ■■■■. (Y/N) thought of that name for you."

"Papa? Wake up!"

Dottore slowly opened his eyes and noticed he had fallen asleep on the grass. Finally remembering that he was joining his daughter in the forests of Sumeru to look for some flowers. He was assigned on a mission to take the dendro, along with the electro gnosis back as soon as possible but his daughter wanted to explore a bit and take a break.

Dottore glanced up and squinted his eyes as he stared up at the figure leaning over him. Eyes widening in surprise as he stared at you, the light shining brightly from behind you made you look so angelic and beautiful. He continued to stare at you, tears pricking the corner of his eyes, your face so full of life and a grin plastered on your face as you looked back at him.

He tried to reach his hand out to you but you quickly vanished the moment he blinked and was now staring at his four year old daughter.

"Are you okay papa? Why are you crying?"

Dottore was quick to wipe the tears away from his eyes as he sat up and looked over his child. Oh how he misses you so. Everytime he looks and talks to his child it felt like it was him talking to you instead. Your looks, the way you talk, even your attitude was passed onto your daughter.

He could only laugh at the idea that if you were still with them, he would be having two of the most sassiest women in Teyvat in his life. He got up on his feet and ruffled his daughter's hair.

"Have you gotten what you needed, little one?"

"Mhm! I finally got these flowers! Iota told me all about them and I wanted to take some home myself."

She held up a bouquet of padisarah flowers, the doctor could only stare in surprise at how she even got them, moreso why did Iota even told her about it.

"Iota told me how they were mama's favorite flowers and showed me pictures of her holding them. He told me how you would always gift her a bouquet of these whenever you came back from Sumeru and I wanted to give these to mama too... can I give these to her? Will mama like it?"

"...she would love them a lot, my child. Now come on, once I finished my mission then we can visit your mother and give her these gifts. She would be happy to receive these flowers from you."

[m1ssunderstanding]

You know if even Francie is saying it I'm starting to think old Jim Mac may have been slightly abusive, I don't think that's the right word since what happened it was a different time and place etc. But with the way he treated Paul and Mike, especially after Mary's passing and how he expected so much more when his son was one of the most famous musicians in the world, it's just - his whole family to he fair it's like they never really saw him as human and more akin to a musical monkey

Yeah I would actually call it abuse. I think Jim probably had mostly good intentions and genuinely loved his sons, but that doesn't mean his treatment of them was just or didn't have any affect on them. By my definitions, there's emotional as well as physical abuse going on (Paul was expected and pressured from the time they started to realize how intelligent he was to grow up and save his entire family from poverty; Appearances were everything and emotional needs suppressed; There was no financial security; After Mary's death, Paul was extremely patentified, depended on emotionally and materially by the person who was simultaneously physically abusing him)

About the normalization of the physical abuse specifically for a minute, if it was so normal for the time, why is Paul the only one of the four Beatles to have experienced it? My family has always been working class, and my grandparents who are Paul's age were not subjected to the violence that Paul was. Not saying it wasn't more common then and more accepted, but it's also not something you can just pass off as "that's what everyone did in those days".

Also, I wouldn't be surprised at all if even in that one interview where Paul specifically talked about how he got Jim to stop hitting him, he was downplaying. That's what Paul does. We have no way of knowing. But it does fit with Paul's usual story-telling and framing of events that maybe it was more than what he said.

And yeah, the financial abuse started early and clearly continued far into adulthood, maybe up until Jim's death when Paul cut Angie and Ruth off for selling his birth certificate. Paul was trained as a door-to-door salesman for Jim's club as a nine year old in the literal projects. He figured out how to snatch other people's lunch tickets out of the fire at the inny and pass them off as unused. What are we going to do without her money? He first saw John when he was a paper boy and John was buying chips. As soon as the band started making money, he became the head provider of his family (Jim made 10 pounds a week at the cotton brokers while Paul made 15 a week in Hamburg) and when the band wasn't making money, he found whatever work he could to make up for it. Meanwhile, we have no reason to believe Jim wasn't gambling insatiably. As the child of an addict, I know addictions don't just go away and then resurface when they're affordable again, and Jim was certainly an addict. He gambled so much Paul had to buy his house back for him (that he'd bought for him in the first place while Paul himself was living in an attic room like some kind of starving artist at the same time as the rest of the band was buying their mansions).

Paul clearly loved his dad so much and craved Jim's approval, trying to find a girl Jim would approve of after Jane, trying to be a good family man, trying to stay close to his working class roots. You can even see it in his music, from When I'm 64 to A Walk in the Park with Eloise. (I think the 1920s & 30s influence in much of his music came from him genuinely loving it and also from a desire for his dad to appreciate his talent). But he also had no patience for Jim's frailty toward the end, didn't go to the funeral, and didn't write about Jim's death in MYFN.

I really don't know too much about the extended family, anon, but it does seem the case that part of Paul's role in it, from the beginning, was to be a savior and a cash cow, and no one considered his humanity.

[redroomreflections]

Our Little Family - The Loud House Drabble

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: a direct response to Thread of A Promise. Natasha and R reflect on how far they've come a few years into the future.

The Loud House can be read on a03

note: a friend requested this so y'all can thank them for that.

tw: mention of child loss

Sometimes, you try not to think about it too much. You try to push that morning to the back of your mind. It's been years—three to be exact. You’d woken up to your worst nightmare and the deepest heartache you’d ever experienced. These days, it's a bit easier to bear.

With the loss of your child, you gained clarity. You knew what was important, who was important. You poured all your energy into volunteering, spending more time working with children in any capacity you could. You and Natasha became foster parents. Children have come and gone from your home, and you’ve loved and cared for them all the same.

Now, you have Cara. She’s the light of your life and the sassiest little preteen you could have ever asked for. Her adoption went through just a few months ago when you got another call for respite care. With Willow back in Atlanta, the sound and pitter-patter of little feet is missed. Of course, you jumped at the chance.

James and Charlotte are like breaths of fresh air. They fit right in. Charlotte is three and spunky. James at barely fifteen months old is still developing his little personality. 

 Mostly, he enjoys clinging to you and Natasha. He still has so much time to explore the world. Getting the kids into a routine is a feat. It's only been a few weeks since they've been home and their future is uncertain. Which causes a touch of anxiety for the ever-perceptive Charlotte.

Tonight, she'd thrown her first epic temper tantrum, kicking and screaming for what seemed to be no reason at all. Of course, you could probably pinpoint a few things. You'd had a work meeting that ran over a little too long. Natasha was stuck in traffic after training and therefore came home a little late after dinner.

You tried your best. You read her a bedtime story and gave her a little more warm milk. Still, she threw the bottle across the room. That in turn startled James who had been feeling a bit insecure on his own. Natasha had stepped in to see the tail end of things. She didn't ask questions. She rolled up her sleeves and got down to business. She carried Charlie into the bathroom to get started on a bath. Charlie mostly clung to Natasha as she watched the bubbles form in the water.

Meanwhile, you got James undressed too hoping that a bit of skin-to-skin would calm him down. He was all red-faced and teary-eyed as you walked toward the bathroom. Your frustration dwindled when you saw Natasha and Charlie standing beside the tub, both dipping their hands in and trying out the bubbles. Charlie still had a few tears streaming down her face along with hiccups but even she couldn't help but laugh at Natasha's antics.

She blew a few bubbles, then tried to pop a few of them, and she had a look of pure concentration on her face. It's so adorable, you can't help but watch.

"Can you tell me why you were sad, Charlie?" Natasha asked as she stood next to the little girl.

"Um, I wanted you," Charlie stuttered."I wanted you to come home." She swiped a hand across her cheeks. "To be with me."

Natasha nodded, then looked to you."Why didn't you use your words and tell Momm-y/n?" Natasha corrects herself. It's habit she's so used to talking to Cara. She doesn't want to force it on Charlie. The little girl could use whatever title she saw appropriate. "We've been practicing."

Charlie shrugged."'Cause...I don't know."

"Because you were afraid or sad?"

Charlie's bottom lip jutted out and she nodded."Yeah."

"I'm here now. And y/n did her very best," Natasha said softly, her eyes flickering to yours for a moment. You're standing with James tucked against your chest. "I'm sorry you were feeling bad. I know how you like our routine just as it is."

"And baby brother was crying too and it was so loud," Charlie pointed out. Even though she was partly to blame for his crying. You would never tell her that.

"He gets upset when his schedule is thrown off," You said."We should've made sure to keep it together. We'll do better next time, right Nat?"

"Yes, we will," Natasha promised. She helped Charlie step into the bathtub. Meanwhile, James refused to be put down. He whimpered when you tried to set him onto his feet.

"Okay, okay," You sighed."I guess you're staying with me, little man." You bounced him on your hip and pressed a kiss to his temple. He settled after that. You watched Natasha bathe Charlie. Eventually, he calmed enough for you to include him in the bedtime ritual. Tonight though you knew the kids needed a little more loving.

With them all dressed and moisturized, you turned on their favorite lullaby music. The nursery housed the crib and Charlie's bed. After a lot of trial and error, you realized they slept better being in the same room. Charlie was protective of her brother and often wanted to be with him. This was the compromise. Eventually, during this little routine, you and Natasha switched children. The heavier weight of Charlie was comforting as she rested her head on your shoulders. She sucked her thumb into her mouth, her eyes fluttering closed only briefly as she fought her sleep. Natasha was having a good time beside you as she rubbed James' bare body soothingly. He's barely fifteen months and still so tiny and cuddly. This moment felt like heaven.

"Mmm," James babbled to himself. Just like his sister, he was fighting his sleep.

"It's funny how life turned out isn't it?" Natasha spoke softly.

"Hmm?" You questioned as you moved your gaze from Charlie's sleeping form to Natasha's loving gaze.

"I was just thinking," She breathed. "About him," Natasha said and you instantly knew what she was talking about.

"I think about him sometimes too," You avoided her gaze. Your unborn baby was always on your mind. It's funny that even after all this time you both were insistent on being a boy. You'd lost him before you could ever find out.

"I think about how I was scared out of my mind."

You frowned and looked at her. "Of what?"

"I was terrified to become a mother," Natasha confessed."I was terrified I wouldn't be a good mother."

"Well, I can say for sure that I was right," You smiled. "You are one badass boy Mama."

Natasha chuckled and shook her head."Thank you. But you were so confident and ready."

"Not really," You disagreed. "I was scared too."

"But you were so excited and open to the idea." Natasha began. "I was too but I don't know. I knew would have this. What we have here."

"Our own little James," You dared to say. He's not even yours yet. Not truly. He still belongs to the state. Both of them do. But you hope and pray that they get to stay.

"Is it hard for you? The fact that he has the same name?"

"At first it was..." You trailed off. "I was afraid of the memories and the pain but now...now it's the sweetest memory."

"That's how I feel," Natasha agreed.

"I don't want to let my thoughts slip and believe in reincarnation or something freaky," You shake your head. "The ages kind of align."

"I've noticed," Natasha hummed. She planted a sweet kiss atop James's head. He gave her a soft coo in return.

"I don't want to treat him as if he is ours in that way," You shook your head. "As if he's just here to fill some void and that he has the same name. It's just... have you ever felt like you're right where you're supposed to be."

"More than you know," Natasha's lips spread into a smile."I never thought I would have any of this. Now I do and it feels amazing."

"I never thought I'd love someone the way I love you."

"And I love you more than anything in this world," Natasha promised."You have the biggest and the most beautiful heart. I love the family we have created."

"Me too," You sighed happily.

[jymwahuwu]

Can't stop thinking about Neuvillette & Furina & maid reader, Neuvillette disciplines you and Furina <3

CW: spanking, spoilers about 4.2 archon quest and story quest

Now it's Neuvillette who arranges for Furina's clothing, food, and housing, right? Even though Furina has years of savings, I don't believe Neuvillette wouldn't take the initiative to give Furina pocket money. Furina resigned from her position at Hydro Archon and moved into an apartment. Meanwhile Neuvillette was still worried about her, knowing that she might not be used to it. Neuvillette has sent a trustworthy maid to her side to take care of her. That's you!! Taking care of Lady Furina is not a hard job. She is sweet and funny, like a child sometimes. You two are not in the palace now, so there is not such a formal and strict atmosphere.

You prepare cakes, desserts and do housework for Furina. She likes to go shopping or stay at home. She now has all the time in the world to read Steambird newspapers, fashion magazines, detective novels (even romance novels). Furina sometimes helps you cook desserts and bake - cleaning and wiping windows are still not her strong points though. Picture two girls playing or giggling while baking in the kitchen. Furina licks the cream from your face and kisses you. She'll also shake your arm and talk to you about years of loneliness and sadness. You always touched her head and wiped away her tears.

But - over time you just had too much fun. One day Neuvillette thought it necessary to go and visit Lady Furina and you. Iudex greeted the two ladies and walked into the room carrying his cane. His eyes looked around the apartment at the high-calorie takeaway food that had not yet been cleaned. Some dust on the floor and windows. Clothes thrown everywhere. Furina stood up in panic like a kitten, raised an awkward smile, and greeted Neuvillette. You immediately started cleaning, but Neuvillette held up a hand to stop you, and your stomach dropped. Help. Somehow you feel like kids whose parents caught you making a mess in the house.

"I… have no objection to you experiencing life… but that doesn't mean the house should be so dirty, right?" Neuvillette called out Lady Furina and your name in a low voice.

Neuvillette put you on his lap, lifted up your maid lace skirt, pulled down your panties, and started slapping your ass. Tingling. Those slaps deliver painful shocks to your ass. You were grateful that he only used his hands and not his cane or any other tool. Tears blur your vision. Furina explained anxiously, trying to stop him from ravaging your ass. "No. No- Neuvillette, she's a good maid!! I was the one who told her not to clean up the house because we had to play games together!!"

"Then you're next, Lady Furina." That gave her a wince - getting spanked like before? Can't he take a break from being so decent?

Eventually both of your butts are swollen from the spanking. Neuvillette comforts you and reveals the original purpose- limited edition cakes!! You sit uncomfortably on your chairs and chew the cake. Fortunately, Iudex is not the kind of person who likes to embarrass others. And after knowing him for so many years, the two of you relaxed from the tense atmosphere and started cleaning up the house together. He even helped clean up with water elements.

Hm…next time you two think about the consequences before you indulge yourself.

[princessanonymous]

When Night Comes

Platonic Yandere Vampire

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First Chapter

19. 𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻’𝓼 𝓠𝓾𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰

"Where is she?!" Dorian's frantic voice echoed through the estate, his worry palpable.

As servants scurried in a hurried search, their footsteps resonating in sync with the ominous silence that enveloped the estate, Dorian's desperation escalated. Each passing moment felt like an eternity, and the once serene atmosphere now crackled with tension. Meanwhile, Killian leaned lazily against a wall, a stark contrast to the frantic pacing of the distressed father. His nonchalant demeanor, seemingly unaffected by the unfolding drama. He appeared to be more an observer of chaos than a participant in the search.

In a corner of the room, the coffin manufacturer sat in a plush chair, bewildered by the sudden panic that had gripped the once serene household. His eyes darted nervously from one end of the room to the other, as if expecting answers to manifest in the luxurious surroundings. The elegance of the room juxtaposed with the disarray of emotions, creating an atmosphere that seemed almost surreal for the mortal.

"She couldn't have left without anyone noticing," Dorian reasoned, his brow furrowed with concern. The frantic search continued, but the mansion offered no clues to the disappearance of his daughter. The air was thick with uncertainty, and the urgency of the situation hung palpably in the atmosphere. The blonde, casting a penetrating gaze at Killian, turned to the other vampire with an accusatory tone. "Why don't you do anything?"

"What is there to do?" Killian retorted haughtily. "She left. Accept it."

Anger flared within Dorian. "Accept it!?" he repeated with outrage. "My daughter is out there somewhere, alone with nobody to protect her !”

As the words lingered in his mind, Dorian's panic escalated. The memory of (Y/n)'s previous escape, when she had been attacked by a sanguini, intensified his resolve. He wouldn't let this happen once again. She was mortal, completely defenseless and weak. 

"Walking around aimlessly will not help," Killian answered with a sigh. "You may live."

Dorion looked at him, bewildered by the command before realizing the second part had been aimed at the coffin-maker who was still in the room. He turned his gaze toward the mortal, a bewildered look in his eyes as he processed Killian's command. The man, caught off guard, hesitated for a moment before nodding in acknowledgment. Slowly, he made his way towards the exit, leaving the room as instructed by the enigmatic vampire. He had forgotten about him, his mind having focused on the girl. 

Dorian's focus, however, quickly returned to the pressing matter at hand – the whereabouts of his daughter. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on him, and he couldn't shake the fear that gripped his heart. The thought of his daughter being out there, alone in an unforgiving world, sent shivers down his spine. The once grandiose room now seemed suffocating, its walls closing in as Dorian's mind raced with worry. He couldn't fathom what his daughter might be experiencing, and the very idea that she could be subjected to unforgivable things gnawed at him. His protective instincts kicked in, overshadowing everything else.

Some people would not think twice about taking advantage of young, impressionable minds like his weak, fragile (Y/n). She was so frail; she wouldn't survive on her own. She was utterly, completely, truly alone. The child was so naive thinking that any mortal would simply take her in hearing her plight, but they wouldn't.

He felt Killian's hand on his shoulder. "Sit," he advised him while leading him to an armrest. "Your power is affecting the room; calm down."

He looked around, noticing the ice covering the place where he had been standing just moments before. "She's out there," he protested, clenching his fists, "I just can't..."

"You must stay calm," his partner said with conviction, "servants are already looking for her."

Dorian's eyes flickered with a mixture of frustration and fear. Despite the efforts of the servants scouring the estate, the absence of tangible information only fueled his worry. Useless. They were all utterly useless. It was preposterous. She had left once, and now once again they managed to let her slip through them. They would pay. He would deal with them after after finding his child. He could feel the seconds ticking away, each one adding to the uncertainty surrounding his daughter's disappearance.

He shook his head and stood once again, resuming his pacing, "There are three paths she could have taken," he mused out loud." The first is the one she took during her first escapade which I doubt she would take again. She can be quite clever. The second is one more remote that leads to a nunnery, but I doubt she even knows of the existence of this path. She would have had to walk through the nearby forest for at least an out by foot to even notice it. She doesn't leave home. She knows she isn't allowed to... and yet here we are. The third one however... while long, leads to a village and if this foolish daughter of mine—"

"The carpet; you're freezing the carpet," Killian admonished while pinching the bridge of his nose. "(Y/n) is a resourceful young girl, Dorian."

He tried laughing, but it sounded wet and slightly hysterical. "Don't be ridiculous. She can't survive on her own! She's so—fragile, and helpless and she could break at any second and— and she's out there!" He gestured out the window. He collapsed on the couch, shaking his head. "And if something happens to her... if something happens to my poor child..."

Each day, she mattered so much more to him. More than she had when he had first met her on that clearing. She had made him care for her. He cared so much for her. He couldn’t just let her go. He wouldn’t forgive himself. 

If something happened to (Y/n), Dorian knew it would completely shatter him.

Dorian looked up, his eyes teary and filled with a mix of frustration, fear, and desperation. Killian, sensing the need for comfort, passed an arm around Dorian's shoulders. The touch, though subtle, carried a warmth that overcame their cold exterior. The blond vampire reacted by resting his head on his lover's shoulder, finding solace in the physical closeness. Killian's presence, like an anchor in the storm of emotions, had a way of grounding Dorian back to the present when he felt himself spiraling into the abyss of worry and uncertainty.

"Dorian," Killian whispered, "calm down, just for a second. Breathe."

He nodded, chuckling slightly at the suggestion. He didn't need to breathe. "Such a human thing to do," he commented, feeling himself calm down slightly, slowly but surely.

Killian nodded, agreeing, "You know me." He sighed softly. "Why don't we focus on something else while the servants search?"

"Like what ?' He questioned reluctantly.

"Forget the girl for now, Dorian," he suggested calmly. The words were said with a soft, yet confident voice. "I'm sure she is fine."

The bland looked up in anger at the remark. His anger grew once his icy blue eyes met Dorian's bright red ones. A cold feeling washed over him, realizing the other had tried to use a moment of emotional vulnerability against him. Leaning forward and clenching his fists, he demanded, "What did you try to do?"

Killian looked away, giving him no answer. The blond gripped his lover's arm, his nails digging in his skin. The other only flinched slightly, almost imperceptibly, "What did you try to do?" He winced, but Dorian did not care. Fury roared through his mind.

He knew his partner's power very well. Knew that he hardly used it, but knew nonetheless the signs of it. "Did you try to make me forget about her?"

His silence was enough of an answer on its own. He felt betrayed and furious at the mere idea that Killian of all people would dare to use his mind control powers on him. He was about to explode with rage, unable to understand why he would try to use them for this. Dorian had seen Killian and (Y/n) interact together, he had witnessed the bond they shared grow. He couldn't understand why the man would simply decide to let it go. One shouldn't let go of the people they cared about so easily.

Wheels turned inside his head, and realization dawned upon him. He stood up and Killian followed suit. "It is you," he accused, pointing a finger. "You let her leave.” 

While Killian neither confirmed nor denied it verbally, Dorian already knew the answer. In a surge of fury, he lunged at Killian, gripping the other's shirt threateningly as his mind spun. "Killian, you—"

"Sir," a servant entered the room, breaking the tension. "It appears she has left on horseback; one is missing."

Flashes of worst-case scenarios flooded Dorian's mind. (Y/n) could have had an accident, been attacked. The horse might have rebelled. (Y/n) didn’t know how to ride a horse; he had never taught her for that reason. So that she wouldn’t attempt anything stupid. She could be dead by now. Dead, alone, and rotting in the wilderness.

He clutched Killian's shirt with a vice-like grip, feeling wetness in his eyes and his throat tightening. "You can't—" he glowered. "You can't do this to me, Killian."

The other offered no response. His eyes were cold and held no regret. He might have left the poor child to die and he did not care. Dorian’s weak pleas were met with indifference. This was his child, his daughter. He couldn't let her be taken away from him. How dare he do this ? How could he ? "Tell me!" Dorian pleaded desperately. "Tell me where you told her to go !"

No answer. 

No reaction. 

Dorian's face fell, and he began to tremble. "You can't do this to me, Killian," he whispered weakly. "You can't..."

[mvltisstuff]

What about a fic where reader is Evan’s sister and gets into a bad car accident? Lots of angst but also some fluff please. 🫶🫶

slipping through my fingers - e.b

summary: request :)

evan buckley x sister!reader (a lot of maddie too 🩶)

a/n: i have an eddie diaz oneshot in the drafts currently that i’ve been debating on posting. it contains a pretty sensitive subject, so i really wanted to get it right. it was inspired by another request, along with another show. i hope you enjoy this and i’ll keep on writing some more for you guys :))

y/n could say growing up with as the youngest buckley wasn’t the easiest task. the consistency of begging for attention was draining from the start. going above and beyond for just a grain of appreciation was the default in their house. she was repeatedly looked through, almost as if she wasn’t there due to her parents grief.

she had come after buck in a desperate attempt to be able to save david, but failed in the end. he was gone too soon, so therefore, y/n was almost like a chore. sure, her parents loved her, but she wasn’t the child they wanted. dealing with the discovery of why she wasn’t loved enough was just as bad as experiencing it. maddie was in boston with doug, and buck had gone onto his own adventures. meanwhile y/n was stuck at home with nowhere to go and no plans of leaving. she dreamed about it, though. she heard about buck moving to los angeles and immediately wanted to be with him. she was almost done with college, and after that, she packed up her diploma and degree and flew away.

life in california was amazing. she had friends, she was loved, and she had no reminders of the lonesomeness she felt at home. for once, she was able to make a home out of where she was. maddie was safe, and it felt like they were a fixed version of their family.

out of the pure intentions in her heart, y/n invited her distant parents back to LA. with maddie expecting a new baby, and the years of a few texts, there was a new hope that maybe things could be turned around. it wouldn’t change their childhood experiences, but maybe they could heal them. maddie was on board, but buck was still skeptical. their words were like knives and the scars couldn’t be helped. he showed up anyway, wanting to give maddie and her baby the opportunity to have a life with them.

they travelled six hours, and chimney and maddie were gracious enough to host a dinner for everyone. maddie received hugs and gifts as buck and y/n were kind of nudged away. when maddie got her baby box that her parents had from when they were kids, buck and y/n had just become dusty figures. they didn’t say anything, at least not about that.

an explosive speech from buck had ignited from the judgmental words from their parents, causing him to be begging for love and expressing his inner teenage self. he had removed himself from the dining room of the apartment, and y/n sat in her seat, slumped over with her head in her hands.

“god, can you guys please just do something other than reprimand us?” y/n breaks the awkward silence.

“we were just speaking, y/n!” says their father. “if evan wants to storm out, let him.”

“well, maybe he wouldn’t have stormed out if you didn’t nit-pick ever part of his life.”

“you invited us, y/n. i don’t know what you want us to say. you know what we went through-“

“and you think that’s an excuse? if so, it’s a shitty one and we all know it. no parent should have to say goodbye to a child, but no child needs to go unloved because they don’t care anymore. and you didn’t even bat an eye when he begged you to ‘love him anyway’. so if you want to sit here, and tear down everything we have build from your actions, be our guest.”

“you always defend your siblings, y/n. you guys have never once put yourself in our shoes!” their mother cries out.

“oh, trust me, we did. for over 20 years,” maddie breaks in.

“how do you think we feel, maddie? you all just packed up your stuff and ran away to leave us with nothing,” speaks their father, again.

“dad, i can’t… i can’t do this. everything i did, i did it myself. i made this life here for myself! so did maddie, so did buck. don’t go putting yourselves on a pedestal,” she begins to gather her things, and put hers and bucks dinner plates away for maddie and chimney.

“where are you going?” chimney says, trying to calm everything down and he’s definitely in the most awkward situation.

“chim, thank you for dinner and letting us come over. you’re welcome over to my place anytime. i’m sorry, but i’m going to see my brother,” y/n says, shutting the door behind her.

while maddie stays back, trying to pick up the broken pieces, y/n drives over to bucks apartment. she repeatedly calls him, making sure he’s okay and to say that she’s coming over. the roads were dark from the early sunsets of the fall, barely illuminated from the streetlights.

“buck,” she says into her phone. “i know you’re pissed off, and im sorry i arranged this. but i need to know you’re ok, so im on my way over. please call me back.”

she ends the voicemail and tries to put her phone back into the holder. it slips out of her shaky hands and onto the floor of the seat. she groans out, worried he would call her back and she wouldn’t be able to answer. she doesn’t reach down, but she looks at the phone on the floor.

a drunk, someone intoxicated with alcohol, must have been driving like a maniac. swerving through lanes with no warning and passing several signs. she tried so hard. she tried to move out of the way, but the spontaneous movements of the driver had confronted their cars head on.

the flash of white from y/n’s airbags flew out at her. the glass of her windshield was shattered, laying all over the dashboard and the seats. her head drooped onto her shoulder. the cuts on her face were stinging and the other pain in her body went unnoticeable due to shock. the soft ringtone of her phone was vibrating on the bottom of the car. the ringing in her ears caused the sound to be faded out, and she couldn’t even get it to call 9-1-1.

“maddie, hey,” buck says as maddie picks up the phone. “have you, uh, tried calling y/n? she left me so many calls and now she won’t answer.”

“no, i haven’t. she said she was coming to see you,” maddie replies, confused.

“where’s mom and dad?”

“the hotel, they left soon after her.”

buck pulls his phone away from his ear and the buzzing on his hand. y/n’s name appears across the screen. “oh, she’s calling me know,” he hangs up the phone and answers it to a bone-chilling sentence.

“is this evan buckley?” a deep, unknown voice asks in bucks ear.

y/n was awake in the ambulance, hearing all the chaos and jargon around her. she knew she’d never hear the end from buck, being a firefighter. she begged them to let him know, telling them repeatedly, “my brother works at the 118,” and how maddie is a dispatcher.

she was wheeled into the hospital on her stretcher, collar on and a big bandage around her waist for a massive piece of glass in her abdomen. “y/n buckley, 27, three-car pileup with an oblique fracture to the tibia and penetration wound to the abdomen, likely to not have hit any major organs.” and before she knew it, she was sped into the trauma rooms and given more morphine. she just wanted her brother and sister. not all these doctors or her parents.

buck picked up maddie on the way to the hospital, not thinking twice before smashing the gas pedal down. he ran through those doors like a strike of lighting, being seen in one place and somewhere else the next. he forced her name out to the nurse as maddie caught up to him. “relation to the patient?”

“brother, and sister,” he says, impatiently, both hands flat on the counter.

the nurse typed rapidly on her computer. “she’s in surgery, honey. but she’s stable.”

buck puffs out a sigh of relief as maddie grabs his arm, leading him to the waiting room. almost all of the 118 was in this hospital, like she was a firefighter herself. chimney had brought hen, and eddie had come as well as bobby. athena had told bobby, as she was the one who arrested the man who caused the crash.

buck tries to calm himself down remembers all the times he tried to one-up her and smiles at the memories. he and maddie exchange small and sweet memories of their little sister, as her life remains in the hands of someone else.

“hey,” maddie nudges him, trying to think of something to cheer him up. “remember when she stole 20’s out of our wallet to buy us christmas gifts?”

buck giggles a bit, “yeah, and then we tried playing tag, so we spun her around a ton of times and hid inside until she just sat there.”

“and then she fell down the stairs from being so dizzy,” maddie smiles.

“ruthless!” chim interrupts, sitting next to maddie.

“you know you two are what made it so hard to leave.”

“i know. imagine having to leave her all alone with mom and dad, though. she’s gotta be ok, maddie.”

“she will, buck. no one’s getting rid of her that easy.”

the doctor with a scrub cap on comes walking into the waiting room, followed by a few interns and others. “buckleys?”

maddie and buck shoot out of their seat first, and chimney and hen follow soon after like a train. “oh, my bad.” hen says, pulling her and chim back down to sit.

“what’s goin’ on, doc?”

“y/n will be fine. she had a fracture in her leg which we fixed up. she’ll need some help getting around, but she’ll be good as new,” the doctor informs.

they knew she would make it out, but hearing it being confirmed by the doctor made it so much more real. buck was speechless, not being able to mutter out any words. “can we see her?” maddie asks.

“you can, she’s still sedated from anesthesia and intubated, but cynthia, here, can lead you to the room.”

seeing y/n’s fragile and hurt body on the bed was an agonizing sight. maybe if buck hadn’t stormed out, she wouldn’t be in this bed and have come across that driver. maybe he could’ve driven her home. all the ‘if’s’ and ‘maybes’ in bucks head were floating through, thinking it’s his fault. he always takes the blame for these situations when it is completely the opposite.

buck sees tragedy every day, and maddie hears it. maddies only sister was in the small hospital room with a tube down her throat. she needed y/n there to help her, and her baby needed her aunt. buck needed his little sister, the one always there for him and forever will be. the thought of her not being there scared him to death. even though they see get rushed into the hospital or sent to the morgue every day, it will never prepare you from seeing your favorite people in that position.

buck stumbled over to the chair by the side of the bed, pulling it out for maddie to rest her aching feet. he walked to the other side of the bed, sitting down and grabbing lightly onto y/n’s hand like he was scared to break it. “i don’t know if we should say something. let her know we’re here, you know.”

“she knows, evan,” maddie says, meeting bucks eyes with her own. “i know that.”

buck smiles and looks down at y/n, her chest rising and falling with the hissing of the tubes and machines. he observes the iv’s and cuts and fresh new bruises. he wants to kill whoever did this, but at the moment, his only concern is the well-being of y/n.

so, for the rest of the night, maddie and buck didn’t move from their spots once until she was awoken and the tube was removed. they held her hand, and when y/n was awoken, she knew she was safe from the hands that were tangled with hers.

[anniebeemine]

the proposal- s.r. x reader

Part of ITAV. Can be read as a standalone, but doesn't have to be :)

As Spencer watched you glide effortlessly across the ice rink with Naomi, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of appreciation and admiration. Naomi was beaming with joy, her laughter ringing out as she skated beside you. She wore the purple gloves you had made for her, her tiny hands barely visible as they gripped the sides of the rink for balance. Her beanie, a thoughtful gift from Penelope, added a touch of playful charm to her outfit, and had her name embroidered on the front.

Spencer’s heart warmed as he took in the scene. You had a natural way with Naomi, a patience and kindness that went beyond anything he’d experienced before. He could see how much Naomi adored you, how she looked up to you with a sparkle in her eyes that he had rarely seen. You had become a part of her world in a way that made him rethink everything he thought he knew about relationships and parenting.

The way you interacted with Naomi, your gentle encouragement as she wobbled on the ice, your easy laughter, and the way you seemed to instinctively know how to make her feel special—Spencer realized just how right you were for both of them. He’d never brought someone into his life who fit so seamlessly into it, someone who was not only good for him but exceptional for Naomi. It was in these moments, watching you with her, that he felt a profound shift in his understanding of what he wanted for his future.

Meanwhile, as you skated hand-in-hand with Naomi, you found yourself reflecting on your own feelings. You had never imagined yourself as a parent. The idea of having a child seemed like an anchor, something that would tie you down and limit your freedom. You had always viewed children as a responsibility that came with constraints—an endless list of needs and demands that would prevent you from living a carefree, spontaneous life.

But Naomi was different. From the moment you met her, she had subtly changed your perspective. She had a way of drawing out a side of you that you hadn’t known existed—a nurturing, caring part of you that was willing to embrace the responsibilities of parenthood. The joy you felt in making her smile, in watching her grow and experience new things, was something you had never anticipated. Naomi had transformed your view of what it meant to be tied down. She made you see that being there for someone, supporting them, and sharing in their happiness could be profoundly fulfilling.

As you skated with Naomi, her playful call of “Buttercup!” echoed through the rink, a new nickname she had given you with a beaming smile. It was a reminder of how deeply she had come to care for you and how much you had come to care for her. The nickname, though simple, was a sign of the bond you had formed—a bond that was growing stronger with each passing day.

Spencer watched from the sidelines, his mind racing as he considered the future. He knew that you were not just a passing part of his life but a significant presence who had brought an unexpected joy and stability into both his and Naomi's lives. The love and care you showed Naomi made him realize that this relationship was something more than he had ever anticipated. It was something worth holding onto, something that made him think about a future where you, Naomi, and he were a family in the truest sense of the word.

And for you, as you skated with Naomi and felt the warmth of her hand in yours, you began to understand that perhaps the life you had once viewed as restrictive was now filled with a new kind of freedom—one that came from love, connection, and the joy of sharing your life with someone who meant everything to you.

-

In the stillness of the night, Naomi woke up feeling restless. She sipped her water and turned over in her bed, only to notice a faint light coming from the living room. Curiosity got the better of her, and she tiptoed out of her room, her small feet padding softly on the floor. As she approached the living room, she saw you and Spencer, both asleep on the couch. 

The movie was still playing, casting flickering shadows across the room. You and Spencer were asleep on the couch, leaning into each other, the blanket draped over you both in a comforting tangle. Her gaze drifted to the bowl of popcorn resting on Spencer’s lap. The popcorn looked too tempting to resist, so she carefully approached, trying her best not to wake either of you, knowing she’d be sent back to bed. Gently, she slid the bowl from Spencer’s lap, her small hands gripping it securely. As she turned to head back to her room, she accidentally stepped on something hard and small.

Naomi glanced down and saw the little red box, now slightly askew on the floor. She knelt to pick it up, her curiosity getting the better of her. She set the popcorn down and opened the little box. 

Inside was a beautiful ring. A thin gold band with a sizable rock on it. She rubbed the velvet lining, moving the entire box so she could see the light bounce off of the diamond. Naomi reached out, taking the ring between her fingers, and slipped it onto her own finger, though it was still too big and slid right off. She giggled softly, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

Naomi decided right then and there that she liked the ring too much to leave it behind. She stood up, cradling the ring in her hand, and made her way back to her room. Quietly, she pulled open the drawer of her little pink jewelry box, a cherished gift from you, and placed the ring inside. It sat there among her collection of plastic rings from vending machines and toy necklaces, a new treasure added to her stash.

Feeling a sense of satisfaction, Naomi climbed back into her bed, hugging her stuffed animal close. She drifted off to sleep, the ring now safely hidden away in her room, where it would remain her little secret. As she closed her eyes, she thought about how she’d tell you about it tomorrow.

-

Naomi stirred from her sleep, feeling the gentle touch of a hand softly caressing her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light of her room, and she saw you standing over her, a tender smile on your face. The warmth of your hand on her skin was comforting, but there was something different about the way you were looking at her.

"Hey, sweetheart," you whispered, your voice soft and soothing. "I'm sorry I woke you up. I just wanted to say goodbye before I left for the day."

Naomi blinked, still groggy from sleep, and pushed herself up slightly in bed. "Where are you going?" she asked, her voice small and curious. She rubbed her eyes, trying to shake off the sleepiness.

You brushed a strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. "I have to go run some errands, just a few things to take care of," you replied, your tone gentle. "I'll be back later, okay?"

Naomi nodded, but she wasn't quite ready to let you go. "Can I come with you?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of hope.

You smiled, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "Not today, sweetie. But how about we do something special when I get back? We could go to the park or watch a movie, whatever you want."

Naomi nodded again, though she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. She watched as you stood up and made your way to the door, your footsteps quiet on the carpeted floor. She slipped out of bed, her tiny feet padding softly as she followed you down the hallway.

As you reached the front door, Naomi tugged at your hand, looking up at you with wide, sleepy eyes. "What are you going to do?" she asked again, her curiosity not yet satisfied.

You knelt down to her level, taking her hands in yours. "Just some things I need to get done. I have to find some new shoes, return some things, nothing too exciting. But I promise I'll be back soon, and then we can spend the rest of the day together, okay?"

Naomi nodded, feeling reassured by your words. She wrapped her arms around you, hugging you tightly. "Okay. I love you," she murmured.

"I love you too, Naomi," you whispered back, holding her close for a moment before finally letting go. You gave her one last smile before you opened the door and stepped outside.

As the door closed behind you, Naomi stood there for a moment, feeling a strange sense of unease. She turned around to head back to her room, but then she heard a noise coming from the living room. It was the sound of something being moved, followed by a muffled curse.

Curiosity piqued, Naomi tiptoed toward the living room, peeking around the corner. She saw her dad in the middle of the room, tearing through the cushions on the couch, his movements frantic and desperate. He was searching for something, his usually calm demeanor replaced by a sense of urgency.

"Dad?" Naomi called out, her voice small and unsure.

Spencer looked up, his eyes wide with surprise as if he hadn't noticed her standing there. "Naomi, hey," he said, trying to keep his voice steady, though she could see the worry in his eyes. "What are you doing up, sweetheart?"

“Buttercup woke me up on accident,” Naomi yawned, plopping down on the couch and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She glanced at the mess around her dad, her curiosity piqued. “What are you looking for?”

Spencer hesitated, his gaze flicking to the floor as if searching for the right words. "I'm looking for a very important ring, Naomi," he finally said, his voice soft but filled with a weight that Naomi didn't fully understand.

Naomi's eyes widened, a pang of guilt tugging at her heart. She thought back to the little red box she had found the night before, the ring she had slipped into her own jewelry box, thinking it was just another pretty trinket. "Who’s it for?" she asked, trying to sound casual as she shifted on the couch.

"It’s Y/N's," Spencer replied, his voice barely above a whisper, as if saying the words out loud made the situation all the more real.

Naomi’s heart sank even further. She didn’t want to get in trouble or see her dad upset, so she bit her lip and shook her head. "I haven’t seen it," she mumbled, avoiding his eyes.

Spencer let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. "Okay, sweetheart," he said, though the tension in his voice was unmistakable. He gave her a small, tight smile before returning to his search, his movements now more methodical but no less urgent.

Throughout the day, Naomi noticed how tense her dad was. He seemed distracted, constantly checking drawers, opening and closing cabinets, and even going through the laundry, all in a futile effort to find the missing ring. The worry lines on his face deepened with each passing hour, and the lightness that usually filled their home seemed to have vanished.

When you returned home later that evening, the atmosphere was noticeably heavy. But as soon as you walked through the door, Naomi felt a small surge of relief. You greeted her with a warm smile, and she couldn’t help but feel comforted by your presence. After catching up on your day, you and Naomi settled down on the living room floor to work on a new puzzle you had surprised her with earlier, the colorful pieces scattered around you.

You noticed that Naomi seemed quieter than usual, her little brows furrowed in concentration as she carefully placed each piece. "You okay, Naomi?" you asked gently, glancing over at her.

Naomi nodded quickly, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes—something that told you she had something on her mind. You decided not to press her, instead focusing on the puzzle and enjoying the quiet moment together.

Naomi suddenly stood up. "I’ll be right back," she said, her voice soft as she darted off to her room.

You watched her go, curious about what had sparked her sudden departure. Moments later, she returned, clutching something small in her hand. She walked over to you, her steps hesitant, and then slowly held out her hand.

“I found your ring,” Naomi said quietly, her voice laced with guilt as she opened her palm to reveal the delicate piece of jewelry. 

You felt your breath hitch. “Naomi, where did you find this?” 

She bit her lip, her eyes welling up with tears. "I… I found it last night in the living room, in a little red box. I didn’t know it was important, so I put it in my jewelry box. Daddy said it's yours. I’m sorry," she whispered, her voice trembling with fear of what your reaction might be.

You smiled softly, wrapping your arms around her in a comforting hug. "It’s okay, Naomi," you reassured her, stroking her hair. "I’m just glad you told me. You did the right thing by bringing it to me."

Naomi sniffled, burying her face in your shoulder. "I didn’t want to get in trouble," she mumbled, her small voice muffled against you.

You pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes. "You’re not in trouble, I promise. I know it can be confusing sometimes, but it’s always better to tell the truth. Thank you for being honest with me, okay?"

Naomi nodded, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. She glanced at the ring again, her curiosity returning. "Is it really for you?" she asked, her voice tinged with wonder.

You nodded, smiling as you held the ring between your fingers. "Yes, it is. And it means a lot to me—and to your dad, too."

As if on cue, Spencer appeared in the doorway, his eyes widening in disbelief when he saw the ring in your hand. "You found it?" he asked, his voice thick with relief as he rushed over to you both.

"Naomi found it," you explained, smiling as Spencer knelt down beside you.

Spencer looked at Naomi, his eyes softening as he pulled her into a hug. He looked at you, his eyes filled with a mix of emotions. "I’m so sorry, Y/N," he began, his voice soft but earnest. "This isn’t how I planned any of this. I had a whole evening planned—a special dinner, maybe even a picnic under the stars—but then I couldn’t find the ring, and everything just fell apart."

You held out the ring to him. “Then we can wait.” 

Spencer let out a soft chuckle, his tension finally easing as he looked at you with a mixture of relief and love. He gently took the ring from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours as he slid it onto your finger. The simple yet profound act felt like the culmination of everything you had been through together.

As the ring settled onto your finger, something clicked in Naomi’s mind. Her eyes widened as she looked between the two of you, her mouth forming a small “O” of realization. "Did you just… propose?" she asked, her voice filled with a mixture of surprise and excitement.

You and Spencer exchanged a quick glance before turning back to her with matching smiles. "Yes, sweetheart," Spencer said, his voice warm and full of affection. "I just proposed."

Naomi squealed with delight, her little feet kicking excitedly as she launched herself into your lap. "Can I be a flower girl? Please, please, please?" she begged, her eyes shining with hope and happiness.

You laughed, wrapping your arms around her as you shared a joyful look with Spencer. "Of course, you can be the flower girl," you assured her, ruffling her hair playfully. "We wouldn’t have it any other way."

Naomi’s squeal of excitement filled the room again as she hugged you tightly, her arms around your neck. Spencer reached over, wrapping both of you in his embrace, and for a moment, everything else melted away. The three of you were wrapped in a cocoon of love and happiness, the promise of a future together solidified in that one small, unexpected moment.

The grand plans didn’t matter, nor did the perfect setting. What mattered was that you were together, ready to take on whatever came next as a family. And as you held Naomi close, Spencer’s arms around both of you, you knew that this was just the beginning of a new and beautiful chapter in your lives.

[summercreolefanfictioner]

the scent wafts in, her name making him beg on his knees chap 1.2

pairing: dabi / todoroki touya x fem!oc / reader (MODERN AU)

summary: He mentions her name after 6 months in therapy, absentmindedly narrating vivid memories of her. She was the only good thing during his darkest times.

(In which Touya returns home after rebelling against his family for 7 years. And no, it wasn't about forgiveness. He wanted to fix himself because of a certain someone.)

themes: nsfw, domestic abuse, violence, alcoholism, cigarette smoking, toxic relationships, mental health, co-dependency and other related themes (YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED)

notes: for this one, pls keep in mind that touya didn't have much scars on his face; mostly are on his body to accomodate the plot; charas might be ooc since this is modern au

It was after 4 days that he finally revealed about the Todoroki family, the scandalous story of Enji Todoroki, and the abuse they have endured in his hands based on what he had experienced until 19. To be honest, everything wasn't really how they started. Touya grew up seeing Enji so proud of him, prancing him around as his firstborn, the one who will continue his dream of being the number one corporation in Japan with the best workforce and highest earning. Touya was actually more excited to learn more about business at a young age, studying how money worked through stock exchange games and trying to beat his father through crossword puzzles.

Then the next year, Fuyumi was born, and they were almost the same age, separated by months. One could even say she became his twin, and they shared the same room, the same bed, the same food, the same unisex clothes, the same words—just not the appearance and gender. When it was just the two of them, they somewhat understood each other even if Fuyumi sometimes find him annoying because of his silly pranks.

As he tells this to his therapist, he realizes a shocking truth.

Their family was okay back then. There were a lot of good times, and he had a hunch Fuyumi was the one who remembered most of them when it was supposed to be him, the oldest of the bunch. That's why it was a lot easy for her to forgive him. That's why she hoped so much for him to come back.

His favorite memory was of Fuyumi asking him to create a large drawing of the four of them because she wanted to give something to them. She was holding the same blue flowers their mother liked, and after everything was done, the two siblings met their parents at the living area where they were having tea. Enji ruffled Fuyumi's hair and told her to wash her hands after, noticing the dirt around her hands and in her fingernails. Meanwhile, Rei giggled melodiously, her laughter making Touya embarrassed as she patted his head. They were all happy. Everyone was happy.

When did everything go wrong?

"I think it was when... when Father found me pushing myself so hard because I was so devastated at my achievements that he had enough of me," Touya continued. "Whenever things won't go my way, I tend to neglect my body's capabilities. I stay up all night. I don't eat until I get the equation right. There were times when at a young age, I ripped my hair so bad due to stress. They manifested so bad that I resorted to violence."

A child who throws a violent tantrum. Torn apart posters of comic characters. Ruined picture frames and shattered glasses. Fearful eyes halting in time and unable to stop him from overworking himself. Scattered test papers with scores of 99, 98, 97, and 96 flooded all over like a burning reminder.

"I should've listened to Mother and Fuyumi-chan when they told me to have fun instead."

------

After two weeks, the therapist had the guts to ask him about Natsuo and Shouto. He used to evade questions about his two brothers, usually opting for silence or quickly dismissing the man with answers like, "I don't want to talk about them," or "It's not good." The therapist thought maybe Touya would never be able to discuss things about them, but he knew he had to bring them to the table. After all, the eldest Todoroki had mentioned before that seeing them born had been the small flicker of fire that burned their family down.

"Father thinks me and Fuyumi-chan were failures; it doesn't mean Natsu-kun wasn't either," Touya started, remembering the infant Natsuo and his cries ringing around the Todoroki household. Of course, disappointment was etched again in Enji's face, realizing that Natsuo did not live up to his expectations.

Touya could hear his familiar sigh in head, the way he was stoic but Natsuo was trying his hardest to please him. It broke Touya's heart, the way he could only watch his two siblings casted aside like him, thrown away like a garbage because their potential were wasted. In Enji's eyes, they weren't his children; they were experiments with his wife.

"His masterpiece was my younger brother, Shouto," he concluded.

"Do you hate Shouto?" the therapist asked.

Touya could only shrug, not clearly having a definition of what he felt towards his youngest brother. True, he felt so many things about his brother. He was the bane of his existence, after all. He despised him the day he was born, and yet he felt guilty the moment baby Shouto wrapped his stubby hand around his long finger, cooing at the warmth as he opened his heterochromatic eyes and gazed at him cutely. That day, Touya instantly felt a responsibility as his oldest brother, but at the same time, there was bitterness. He knew the youngest would be Enji's favorite; he just knew it, with the way he watched him all this time while he thinks he's not aware.

It will never be Shouto's fault that they weren't the favorites; but blaming him was so easy Touya could get away with it.

Shouto was unyielding, though; confused as to why Touya didn't like him but still trying his bestest to get along with him. He would trail behind him, meekly asking him to play with him, to ask their father if he could play with them for a bit because he wanted to be like the other kids and play. "You should be grateful he's spending time with you," Touya snarked at him, not speaking the next words. Because he wouldn't do that with us; with me. Of course, Shouto was so pure-hearted he just replied him with, "But being with Touya-nii and the others is a lot better. You all get to play other than study."

But studying and being the best was the only thing that kept Touya driving; it would be his downfall, though. Enji found out what he did to himself, knew from his teachers about his wellbeing. Touya goes to school with deep eyebags. Touya gets sulky about his grades. He snaps at the other kids at school. He almost got into a fight with another classmate for trying to cheer him up with his grades. And the next thing, Touya will be dragged to the hallway and Enji would not hesitate to slap sense in his face, disappointment and anger in his face as he beat Touya up for bringing shame to the family, for acting all so childish over some silly grades.

This was his usual routine. His parents would fight. His siblings will help him up to his feet. Fuyumi-chan will take the first aid kit and tend to his bruises. Natsuo-kun will try to shield Shouto away from the scene even though the youngest was already crying his eyes out, not wanting to see him hurt so bad. Don't cry for me, Shouto. Don't be that way with me. I hate you. I hate you the most. Please, don't be like that.

Afterwards, he would play the good son card, would keep his bursting feelings in check, watch over everything he would say and play right in Enji's palm. He needed his approval again, even if the attention was all showered on Shouto. It was damn frustrating, suffocating him the more he watched Shouto endure the beatings as he treated the three of them like nothing. At that moment, Touya wanted nothing to do with Shouto. If he did, he might unleash all these intrusive thoughts.

Fate was a trickster, and Touya would always find Shouto pleading for help, especially to him of all people. "Touya-nii, save me! Please!" It kept repeating like a broken record, haunting him in his dreams. The wet streaks. The runny nose. His tight fisting on his shirt. The way he would hiss his name. The eyes that cried so many times. Touya will never give in; a lie he told so many times.

Touya did give in, and without much thought. Shouto brought back those feelings he wanted; how it felt so happy that someone needed so much from him. He liked it. He felt appreciated. He felt blessed. He felt so free Shouto had no idea how much Touya wanted this for so long. That's why Touya tutored Shouto in secret, teaching him a thing or two about business, about stock exchange, about the Todoroki family, about the Endeavor Corp.—heck, he even laid down the basics of algebra and science on him, ensuring Shouto would be able to comprehend everything at the age of 5 and 6. It wasn't the same as when Enji acknowledged him, but for Touya, this was enough.

Enji knew about it, of course, and he didn't mind... at first. After all, he thought Touya was just helping his brother learn, keeping his mouth shut as he let them be. This aggravated Touya, pushing him slightly to the edge.

"The least he could do was acknowledge me," Touya stated bitterly to his therapist, remembering how Enji praised Shouto's performance instead of telling him how good of an older brother he was.

"So you used Shouto's kindness, is that it?" the therapist clarified.

Touya nodded. "But sometimes, I pity him. I felt those things only an older brother would feel."

There was a palpable tension as Touya gripped his knees to even out his breathing. The memories were getting more vivid than ever he swore it happened yesterday? Or the other day? But he was a lot younger back then. He was 14 when it happened, and he felt his bruises and scars getting more painful, his skin shivering from a certain coldness. Maybe it was Enji's eyes on him. The same eye color he and Shouto shared. He didn't know. He didn't care.

"Sekoto Peak," he mumbled in a trance, flashes of memories where Shouto held his hand and gazed at the view below him.

"Touya-nii, this is where you go often? It's so cool here!"

"Sometimes, I sleep here under the stars."

"R-Really? Do you bring Fuyumi-nee and Natsu-nii here?"

"I haven't."

"Let's go here, the four of us."

"..."

"Please?"

"I'll see what I can do."

"I couldn't bring them all," Touya admitted, gripping his head to force himself to remember. The therapist recorded his responses through his notes as he muttered everything in a fast pace. "I tried to make a plan. I brought Shouto there a few times without anyone knowing. I asked Natsuo and Fuyumi for help. Before we could all go, Father found out. I couldn't speak. I couldn't fight. I was hit by the bokken. They were all crying. Mother tried to protect me but Father slapped her. I could feel his kick and punch in my gut."

"... did he—"

"No. NO. HE WASN'T DONE!" Touya gulped nervously, imagining the scars on his body burning. "They were hot on my skin. It burned my flesh. I couldn't move. I cried and cried and cried. I begged for him to stop. I want him to stop. The hot iron. Everything. I want the world to stop. I couldn't become the son he wanted. I couldn't be Shouto's big brother. I couldn't give them everything."

And when he ended the story, that was when Touya finally cried, sobbing as fuck. He couldn't care about the world or the pitiful gazes. The boy cried so much from bearing all the sins he didn't do.

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Touya spent a few months in isolation, his thoughts circling around his childhood and all the painful memories. When he was alone, he would write them all down, narrating that one moment in his and Natsuo's shared bedroom where Shouto secretly snuck in and apologized over and over. He kept blaming himself for Touya's pain. Everything was his fault that Touya was hurt so bad, and Touya wanted to agree. It was true, though. He hurt when he was born. He hurt when he got all the glory. He hurt when he became Enji's pride.

He just went silent about it.

Why did he?

It was never Shouto's fault.

"Shouto," he whispered, his hand reaching out to ruffle his hair despite the searing pain in his arms. There was a weak smile gracing his lips, bruised and battered yet patched up clumsily by a crying Fuyumi. "As I thought, I couldn't be your good older brother. Not anymore."

(Touya never knew but after a few years following his rebellion, Shouto went to Sekoto Peak and stared at the same view Touya admired so much, slept under the stars when everything became too much, and wished the four of them could be there together.)

ps. I removed the last part and placed it on the next chap in case y'all confused bcos the post is too long to read

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[youre-amazing-say-it]

Request 2 flufftober

Chris x adopted daughter

She’s never experienced the infamous ‘evans Halloween party’ or any holiday with their family ever or even before she was adopted by Chris, so she’s not very sure what to do or how to act because she’s not used to this but they have it at chris’ house because he agreed to host and basically halfway though the night reader goes to her room to calm down with dodger since she’s got a calm corner in her room but it’s a separate room in her room if you get what i mean. And chris finds her overwhelmed by all of this since it’s loud and just overstimulating as hell so she feels guilty because she’d always get moaned at for being the ‘problem child’ but Chris assures her it’s okay to be overwhelmed and overstimulated by this because it’s not her normal since she’s never really had a normal so they talk about it since it’s okay so she doesn’t feel like a burden or a problem and it’s just fluff with a little angst because her parents weren’t nice people (can relate) so he gives her the space and the comfort to decompress from this and then lets her say when she’s ready to go back out if she is so he’s not rushing her 💖

I was Afraid

Pairing: Chris Evans x Adopted Daughter!reader

Warning: Glass Breaking, Yelling, talk of abuse (physical), Reader Overstimulated/ Shut down, Weighted Blanket, Anxiety,

A/N: changed it to a welcome party! hopefully I did this justice

Being a teenager in the foster system, you never thought you would get adopted, even less so by Chris Evans. The two of you meet through a screening of Captain America: The Winter Soldier hosted by the City of NYC for all the kids in foster care. Chris and Sebastian Stan came to stop by, and the two of you instantly connected.

Five months later, Chris signed the papers and you moved into his home in Boston. After settling in, Chris mentioned that he would have the family over for a welcome party. You had met them each individually before but never had they all been over at once.

Now, the gathering was in full swing. Chris and Scott were outside catching up, plus Chris really wanted you to spend time with your aunt and cousins to get to know them. Your cousins were all playing a board game. You, Carly, and Shana were in the kitchen starting to clean up from the party. You went to go clean out a glass bowl until it accidentally slipped from your fingers, dropping it on the floor.

The sound of the glass on the floor made your breath hitch. Your cousins, not knowing any better, ran to the kitchen and started walking towards the broken glass. "kids, KIDS!" Carly spoke loudly. You could tell she was getting overwhelmed, not wanting her kids and niece to get hurt. "Step away from the glass," Chris and Scott came inside after hearing the breaking as they took in the scene in front of them.

Nobody took in the way you were reacting, standing still and eyes wide. You made a huge mistake, and you knew that this was going to go bad. You felt your breathing going heavy, and your brain started to hurt. Your mind was racing with all of the possible scenarios of how Chris or the family would punish you for your mistakes. You didn't want to get hit, you had to run. Run.

Shit," you heard Chris murmuring under his breath. "Okay back up, BACK UP!" Chris said as he went to go grab the dustpan from the kitchen. He noticed you just standing there and he quickly moved you out of the way. You came back to reality at that moment as you quickly ran upstair to your new room.

Meanwhile, Chris was too preoccupied with cleaning to realize that you left the room. He finished sweeping the glass into the dustpan, and put it in a plastic bag and away for the moment. Once it was away, Chris looked around for you, realizing your presence was missing. "Hey," he turned towards Carly, "where did Y/n go?" Carly exhaled as she put her hands on the counter. "I think I heard her go upstairs. Maybe it all got too much for her," she spoke to her brother. "You okay if I go check up on her?" he asked his sister. "Of course, go" she replied as he started heading up the stairs.

Your room at this point didn't have much, you still needed to personalize it. But the one thing you for sure had was the nice bean bag in the corner with a white weighted blanket on top of it. Chris got it for you after the first couple of hangouts when you mentioned how when you get anxious you just need comfort. You quickly got under the blanket and closed your eyes, trying to calm yourself down.

A couple minutes later, you heard a gentle knock on the door. "Hey, sweetie? It's Chris, can I come in?" you heard the voice say. While Chris adopted you officially, you still weren't at the point of calling him dad yet. You nodded your head, but then realized he couldn't see you. "Sure," you said as you wrapped the blanket around yourself more.

As Chris stepped into your room, he saw that you were curled up into the blanket. Wanting to give you space, he closed the door behind him as he sat on your bed. "I see the blanket has come to good use," he spoke, trying to make conversation. "Do you like it?" he questioned. You gave a nod as you try to decompress after the event. "Look, I don't want to say that I know what you are going through because I don't. But I'm in this for the long run with you, and I want to help you as much as I can." He spoke softly. "So, want to tell me what that was about?"

You took a breath before continuing. "I was afraid you were going to hit me," you practically whispered. Chris just let out a huge sigh as he stood up and made his way over to you. With each step he took, he saw your body tense up more and more. Chris stopped and knelt down in front of you. "Y/n, can you look at me," you shook your head quickly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you spoke as you felt the tears coming down your face. He quickly got rid of the blanket and scooped you up into his lap as he held you.

"Shh, shh, I got you, hun. I got you, it's okay" you heard him say into your ear as he stroked your hair. Your hand was shakingly clutched onto the white t-shirt Chris was wearing. Breathe in, breathe out, come on just like we practiced," he whispered as you tried doing what he said. Deep breaths in and out. You continued to do that until you and Chris could feel your heartbeat and tears slow down.

"Hun," Chris said as he wiped some tears off your face and moved your hair out of your face. "You know I will never EVER hurt you. And I know it will take some time for your brain to know that. But know that you are in a safe home, and you are loved, okay?" he spoke as you looked into your lap. "Hey kiddo, look at me," he requested as you looked into his blue eyes. "I will always keep you safe. I promise"

You latched onto him again as he said those words, feeling your world become a little bit safer to live in.

[bluesylveon2]

Hello!! May I request 6. I Won't Say I'm in Love from Hercules with Malleus? I'm quite the malleus connoisseur !! ❤️😭 Thank you!!! <333

Hi!!! Idk why but this one was hard for me to write 😅. I tried to keep the song in mind while writing it. It ended up being less of "I Won't Say I'm in Love" and more of "I didn't know I was in love. ft Lilia" I hope that this fits since you are a Malleus connoisseur!

Note: Malleus is oblivious to love. Small Spongebob, Ice Age, and Frozen reference

Word Count: 844

Warnings: not beta read and possible OOC characters

"Lilia-"

"Ahem," Lilia, wearing his long lab coat, cleared his throat from his spot on the couch.

Malleus sighed as he lay on his bed with his hands on his stomach. His mind was jumbled with thoughts about the Prefect. Lately, she has been stuck in his mind, and Malleus had to consult Lilia for his wisdom, but was Lilia rearranging his own room into a doctor's clinic necessary? "Doctor Lilia." 

"Much better. Now what are you here for?" Lilia smiled and returned to writing his shopping list on his clipboard. Malleus did not need to know that.

"It's about the Prefect."

Lilia nodded and jotted more items down. "What conditions are you experiencing right now?"

"That I want to be next to her right now."

Lilia hummed in thought. He waved his hand, and some mist appeared. Inside the mist was a Yuu smiling at Malleus, "How would you feel when you see Yuu?"

Malleus sighed for the nth time that day, "Well, I would feel happy like when I get ice cream, excited because I am spending time with her because I could tell her more gargoyle facts, my chest gets this feeling when I see her, I can trust her with Gao-Gao Drakon-kun…."

Hours had passed, and the sun was beginning to set when Malleus was still rambling and didn't look like he was going to stop. 

Meanwhile, Lilia had already dispersed the mist and focused on other important matters.  

I can scare Sebek and Silver if I draw a ghost on the other side of this shopping list, put it on a fishing rod, and hang it in front of their faces. Khee hee hee, those boys will be in for a treat.

"And she occupies my thoughts day and night! Thinking about her now makes me want to praise her for everything, almost like Rook."

"What would you do if someone? Let's use Leona, had the same feelings you felt for her now?" Malleus frowned. If looks could kill, then the roof would have a big hole going through it. The sound of thunder could be heard nearby. Lilia held up a hand and shook his head. He already knew his answer. "Malleus, I know what you're experiencing, but first, let me give you a hint so you can figure it out."

Malleus sat up and crossed his arms. "Aren't you supposed to be the one to diagnose me?"

"Hush, who is the doctor here? Now, it starts with an L.."

Malleus' eyes widen in shock, "Leprosy!"

Lilia chuckled, "No, no! Not that. It's four letters and ends with an e."

"Starts with an l. It is four letters and ends with an e," Malleus whispered to himself. His chin rested on his fist while his face was deep in thought. There was only one word that came to mind. 

"Lice?"

Lilia could not hold back his laugh. In fact, he could not stop laughing (he even threw his head back and slapped his knee) for a whole ten minutes. 

"Are you done?" Malleus asked with a frown on his face. 

"Ha ha…phew…I have not laughed like that in so long! Yes, Malleus. I am now. What you're experiencing is love."

Malleus' mouth opened up in a small o, "Love…can you explain it, Lilia." 

"Love is both a physical and emotional feeling. It can turn your cheeks red and give you butterflies in your stomach. Not literal ones, of course, but it feels like it. Love is also putting one's needs before your own." 

"I see…" Malleus trailed off, deep in thought. 

Lilia chuckled, "What do you think love is?"

"Whenever I think or see the Child of Man, I feel happy. I felt the butterflies after she gave me a ticket to the VDC. She is also one of the few people who was not scared of me after knowing my identity. She even has similar interests to me. If she asked me to get her a rose from Briar Valley, I would do it. If she wanted me to follow her to the end of the universe for her, then I would; she is the Earth and Heaven to me. Had she gotten injured by Schoenheit’s overblot, I would have been devastated…. " Malleus looked up at Lilia, the realization set in his face, "Love is Yuu. I love Yuu."

Lilia smirked, "Took you long enough to realize it. You always have a lovestruck face when you see her. I'm surprised that you never concealed it." 

Malleus ignored Lilia and shot straight out of his bed with a determined look, "I need to go."

"Where are you going?"

"I need to tell Yuu I love her! Thank you for helping me, Lilia!" Malleus disappeared, leaving a small trail of light where he once stood. 

Lilia stood up and brushed off the imaginary dust off his coat, "Kids these days," he chuckled and grabbed his clipboard, "Now let me do my shopping at Sam's. I hope he has a fishing rod in stock, khee hee hee." 

400 event is still open!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.

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