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Why’d You Have to Wait?

🔥 - synopsis. You get kidnapped on a case. Aaron’s coping mechanism? Self isolation. But when you’re recovering, Aaron wonders if staying away from you is the right thing to do. Jack convinces him anyway. Are things too far gone for Aaron to fix?

🔥 - warnings. Non descriptive torture. Scars. Burns. Very vaguely described mental issues. Slow burn. Friends ro enemies to lovers? Sad hotch. Angst. No happy ending.

🔥 - author’s note. Doing a part two. Hopefully this doesnt flop :)

Aaron had dreams about it now. They were so vivid- lifelike and real. Every time he had them he woke up in a cold sweat, heaving in the bathroom as tears dripped slowly down his face.

He hadn’t gone to the hospital to see you. In fact, Aaron hadn’t seen you since the day you almost died. He rode in the ambulance, but tore himself away from the hospital as he watched the doctors wheel you into the operating room. Your blood had stained his hands, face, and arms for days. Every time the white spots danced in his vision after emptying the contents of his stomach, he swears he can still see the glossy red liquid drip off his fingers.

You were well like. Not only by the team but by Strauss. She had given the team the time off to help y/n recover: sit in her room after another surgery, cheer for her during physical therapy.

Jack loved having time to see his dad after school, but he knew something was wrong after consistently hearing him pad to the kitchen during the middle of the night.

Tonight was no different.

Jack sat up in his bed and rubbed his eyes. He blinked owlishly around the room and stood up. The little Hotchner slowly followed the light to the kitchen and saw his daddy lean over the sink. “Daddy?”

Aaron turned his head and tried to smile at Jack. Aaron knew he probably looked a mess. “Hey buddy. Let’s get you back to bed.”

Before Aaron could set down set down his water cup, Jack crawled up the seat and watched his dad over the counter. “What’s wrong, daddy?”

“I just can’t sleep,” Aaron shrugged, facing Jack with his arms crossed. “Why do you think something’s wrong?”

Jack looked at Aaron as if he had grown two heads. “You get up in the night a lot, daddy. And your eyes are red. You cough a lot too.“

Hotch wanted to laugh. Of course Jack knew something was wrong- he always knew. “Yeah. You’re right, kiddo.”

“You yell when you sleep sometimes too. What happened to y/n, daddy? She doesn’t come see me anymore.”

Aaron shuddered as he inhaled. Smart boy. “She got really hurt, buddy. It’s bad. I guess I just… get scared thinking about her getting hurt,” Aaron admits, feeling his heart beat faster in his chest.

Jack nodded. “Can we go see her?”

“I- I don’t think we should. She’s still getting better.”

Jack furrowd his eyebrows and tilted his head. “But I miss her.”

“I do t- I bet she misses you, too, Jack, but I don’t know how she’s doing. She might still-“

Jack sighed. “But daddy, she’d be so happy to see me!”

Aaron sighed. As much as he selfishly wanted to see you, he couldn’t. He’d do something he wasn’t proud of- embarrass himself, ruin his reputation of being a mentally and emotionally tough boss, ruin your friendship… No. Aaron couldn’t go by himself, but Jack could go with him. Why hadn’t Aaron thought of it before?

“Okay,” Aaron relented. A smile tugged at his lips when Jack’s face lit up. He scrambled off his chair and collided into Aaron’s legs and squeezed.

“Can I sleep with you tonight, daddy? Aunt Jess always stays with me when I have a nightmare.”

Aaron bent down and picked Jack up and nodded. “Yeah, buddy. Let me brush my teeth again.”

Jack wrapped his arms around his dad’s neck and squeezed, as big of a hug his little body could give.

— 🔥

The days were all a blur for you. Now that you were all fucked up, nothing felt right anymore. Second defree burns crawled up the calf of your left leg. Small cuts littered your entire body, scarring and twisting your skin. The worst part was the long, twisting scar that started on your cheek about two inches away from your ear and pulled down to your collarbone.

The unsub, Barney MacMillian, was a sadist. A stupid fucking sadist. He thought he was punishing you for hunting him when he kidnapped and tortured you.

You know the team tried- they really really did try- to cheer you up, to get you back. But the fact that you now considered yourself a monster and how you started to believe the things MacMillian had whispered in your ear as he tore you apart, layer by layer.

Derek genuinely thought your scar was badass, but learned not to bring it up. Penelope just kept rehashing everything- something you had eventually told her to atop doing. Prentiss was cautious, testing the waters. But she eventually got back into a rhythm with you as your best friend. JJ didn’t do anything wrong, she was just really nice- too nice? Spencer was… himself. And you couldn’t thank him enough for just staying him, recitinf facts about burns and scars, knives and blood loss. It was morbid, sure, but you were always close with him and the way his brain worked.

Rossi was the one that kept you together through it all, though. He had conversations with you, long past visiting hours. He talked with you about anything and everything and somehow knew exactly what you needed to hear or talk about. But he kept making excuses for Aaron.

Aaron. The romantic feelings you kept trying to flush away turned into hurt every time Rossi’s eyes flickered away from yours when you asked about him. But you knew now. He didn’t care. He never would. That’s why he didn’t show. It’s the only plausible explanation of why he wouldn’t show up, shoot you a text, something.

So you turned your hurt into anger and stopped asking, ignoring the way your heart would drop to your stomach and how the acid in your stomach churned eveey time you heard his name.

You already had your resignation documenta stored neatly in a magazine in the second table in the nightstand to your right. You were done with it all.

— 🔥

That’s why you felt tears prick in your eyes when you saw Jack Hotchner leap into the room. His little eyes scoured your face, eyes dragging down the healing skin on your face. You heard Aaron’s footfalls stop short at the door. Your jaw clenched and you stared at Jack, waiting for him to start crying and ask to leave.

But he didn’t. He just smiled and leapt into your arms, completely unaware of the physical pain in your leg and body. He just wrapped his arms and legs around you.

You sat still, eyes looking at Rossi, who smiled at you. You hadn’t yet looked at Aaron and didn’t even want to. Carefully you wrapped your arms around Jack’s back, ignoring how fast the tears left your eyes.

Jack pulled back and looked at you with a smile that faded the second he saw your tears. In all of your time (almost 10 years) at the BAU, Jack had only seen you cry once. And that was during a movie. 

“I thought coming to see you what make you happy,” he sad, voice sad. “Why are you crying?”

You smiled at him, sniffling pitifully. “I’m not sad, little J. I am really happy to see you,” you said. You hoped Aaron would hear the sharp undertone in your voice. Judging by Rossi’s huff of a laugh, he did.

“Oh! Well, I brought you stuff. I know you like the Black Widow because she’s really cool, so I brought you a coloring book,” Jack explained as he brandished his backpack full of stuff. You listensed intently, only looking up when Rossi got your attention and nodded to the door to signal him leaving.

Jack kept talking and you were overjoyed to listen. He was a pleasent little man, making your time more enjoyable. He opened up the coloring book he bought and started coloring after giving you a Beanie Baby he had that you mentioned you liked. He also got you a necklace- that Aaron no doubt spent a pretty penny for- that had your birthstone set in it. Jack watched you carefully as you opened it, and he put it on with his chubby fingers. You didn’t tell him that you would have to take it off soon after he left so it didn’t kill you when you slept. Hospital policy or something.

Soon after you finished your own coloring page featuring the Black Widow and Tony Stark making a hero landing, Jack turned on the T.V. and fell asleep.

“Hey,” Aaron said finally.

You nodded. “Hi boss.”

Aaron bit his lip. You stared forward, hand threading through Jack’s hair. Aaron felt his heart clenching in his chest. He didn’t know how you were gonna react when he came by, but he didn’t expect this- this silent treatment. He didn’t really blame you though. He wanted more than anything to make it up to you, to get you smiling again, but he knew the distance was probably better. For him at least.

“Y/n-“ Aaron started.”

You cut him off with. “Jack’s asleep, sir. It would be best not to wake him.”

Sir. You only called him sir if you were mad. Aaron swallowed. He knew he fucked up. Would he ever be able to fix his mistake, bring the old you back? He pondered the questions as he leaned back in his chair and watched the television show Jack chose before he fell asleep.

— 🔥

“Y/n is getting sent home today,” David’s voice crackled through the phone. “We wanted to take her out to dinner, something nice. Are you coming?”

Aaron sat at the kitchen table, checking over Jack’s homework. Jack himself was sitting a couple feet away on the couch. “Probably not. I have Jack.” 

Rossi scoffed on the other line. “She loves Jack and he loves her. Bring him with you.”

“I don’t know,” Aaron sighed. He rested his head in his hands and closed his eyes. “Dave, she hates me.”

Silence. Rossi exhaled and shook his head. “She doesn’t hate you, but you’re giving her a lot of reasons to. Clean yourself up and meet us all at the address Garcia’ll send you. 6:00. Be there, Aaron. If not for her…” he trailed off, considering his next words carefully. “Then for Jack.”

— 🔥

David convinced you all to wait until ordering.

But when 6:45 rolled around and Aaron didn’t show, you just clenched your jaw and ordered a neat whiskey.

[not-another-leon-blog]

Family Matters

DI! Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Death Island Spoilers!

Summary– The kids are exposed to the evils of the world. Word count: 3746 D/n– Daughter's name S/n– Son's name Sequels: Aftermath / Out Together

You woke to the sound of quiet sniffling. Someone was shaking you, almost begging you to wake up. Your eyes opened, your vision fuzzy and your head feeling like it had been stuffed with cotton.

“Mommy, wake up,” your daughter cried as she shook you. “Please, wake up.”

You groaned, reaching up to rub your eyes. Taking in your surroundings, you knew you were far from Los Angeles. Instead, you were surrounded by concrete walls and steel bars. This wasn’t the Walk of Fame, it was a prison.

“Mommy, I’m scared,” your daughter said, throwing herself in your arms.

“Don’t be scared,” said her twin brother confidently. “Dad’ll save us.” His pacing betrayed his confidence, not that his sister could tell with her face hidden in your shoulder. “Besides, Aunt Claire and Uncle Chris are here, too.”

“They are?” you asked. The fog in your head was starting to lift. “Chris? Claire?”

“We’re here,” Chris called. But he sounded weak, wounded. 

“Where exactly is ‘here’?”

“Alcatraz,” said Claire. If Chris sounded terrible, she sounded worse. Whatever was going on, you knew it was something the kids shouldn’t be a part of. “Jill’s here, too.” Somewhere." It only took a second for you to connect the dots. If they were all here, then surely Leon would be as well. 

You knew he had been on assignment in San Francisco so logically he couldn’t be too far away. It was supposed to be simple– a job he could complete in a day or so and then he would meet you and the kids in Los Angeles. How it turned into this…

We’re bait, you thought. It was a virtual guarantee. But how? All of your files had been secured and locked up; Leon had made sure of it. So how did you end up here? Why were you here?

D/n trembled in your arms and S/n was becoming more restless. Carefully, you lifted D/n with one arm and pushed yourself to your feet with the other. Reaching out to touch the bars, you gave them a firm shake. They didn’t budge.

“I gotta set you down, baby,” you said to D/n. She nodded hesitantly, going to her brother once she was out of your arms. She and S/n went to sit on the cot, holding each other’s hands. S/n’s leg bounced nervously.

You continued to examine the bars, looking for any kind of weakness. “So, what brought all of you to Alcatraz?” Might as well get an idea of what you were about to face if you were going to be stuck here.

“There were outbreaks in the city,” Chris said, his breathing heavy. “Found a connection to Alcatraz…”

That’s certainly one way to get him and Jill here, you thought. But what about Leon? How did his assignment connect to all of this?

“You kids okay?” Claire asked, taking a sharp breath.

“Okay,” S/n answered softly. 

You abandoned the bars and went to kneel in front of them. D/n’s face was blotchy with tears and she was wiping her nose with her sleeve. Soft hiccups rocked her little body. S/n, on the other hand, was still bouncing his leg and kept his eyes trained on the floor in front of him. You took their hands and gave them a soft squeeze.

“We’ll be okay,” you assured them. “I won’t let anything happen to either of you, understand?” You looked each of them in the eye. “No one will touch you while I’m here.” D/n nodded and you reached up to wipe the tears from her cheeks.

“Mom,” S/n said, but his attention wasn’t on you. It was on someone standing outside of the cell. A tall woman stood there, dressed in a shiny pink jumpsuit. You knew exactly who she was and suddenly it all made sense.

Like a switch had flipped, your attitude went from soft and caring to tough and protective. You stood and put yourself between her and the twins. “What do you want?” Your voice was sharp and stern.

“Your husband will pay for what he did to my father,” Maria replied.

“Yeah, I get that.” You took a step closer. “But they have no part in it. You want to use someone, use me. This isn’t their fight.”

“It became their fight when he murdered my father. They deserve to know what kind of monster theirs is.”

S/n jumped up from the cot and rushed against the bars, gripping them so hard his knuckles turned white. “Our Dad’s a hero!” he yelled. “You're the monster!” Maria hit the bars, scaring S/n away from them. But he only backed away enough to stand next to you and stared Maria down as she marched down the cell block.

D/n was crying again. S/n turned to her. “Dad’s gonna be here,” he assured her. “He’s gonna save us– just like he saved the girl in Spain!” He froze like a deer in headlights and glanced over at you.

“S/n Marvin Kennedy,” you said, pinching the bridge of your nose. “You’ve been in your father’s office again, haven’t you?”

“No.” An obvious lie. There was no other way he would know about Spain and Leon would never talk about past missions with his kids. He never even really told him what his job was.

“We’re having a talk about that later.” He bowed his head and went to sit beside his sister again. “And I’m reminding Dad to change those locks, too.” S/n seemed to shrink more into himself. “Anything else you want to tell me?”

He stayed quiet for a moment. “Dad… maybe… kinda taught me to pick locks.”

“Then get us out of here!” D/n yelled at him.

“I don’t have anything to use!”

Leon would certainly get a scolding for that. A sharp pain shot in your neck. A moment later your body felt weak and you leaned against the wall for support. In an instant, breathing began to get harder, too.

“Mommy?” D/n said through her sniffles.

“Y/n?” came Claire’s voice. Whatever had infected Claire and Chris had infected you, too. But how? Your mind raced. You were never bitten.

You groaned in pain, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor. With what strength you could muster, you crawled back to the bars to put distance between you and the kids. D/n moved to go to you but S/n held her back. He knew something was wrong. He knew there was a reason you were moving away from them. At eight years old, you hated how perceptive he was.

Lights shone at the other end of the prison block. Footsteps came closer, echoing off the walls. You gripped the bars, trying to ready yourself to face Maria and whoever else she was working with.

“Leon?” Claire muttered softly.

The kids gasped and ran to the cell door. “Daddy!”

“Y/n? Kids?” Leon rushed to your cell, quickly holstering his gun. The kids reached their hands through the bars, trying to hug him as best as they could. He looked them over for any injuries. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” S/n told him. “But Mom…”

The pain was getting worse. Your breaths had turned into short gasps. The twins let go of him and he turned to you, cupping your face in his hands. “Hey, handsome,” you breathed. 

“Long time, no see, sweetheart,” he replied, his blue eyes full of worry. “What happened?”

You shook your head. “I don’t know. We were going to the Walk of Fame and…” Then you gestured to the cell. “I’m sorry… I should’ve been… more careful.” Maybe you were starting to get rusty. Years ago you would’ve seen the ambush from a mile away.

“It’s not your fault.”

“Get us out of here!” another man’s voice cried, catching Leon’s attention. 

“Well, I’ll be,” Leon muttered as he craned his neck to see who spoke. There was no way in hell he was leaving his family’s side right now. “Antonio Taylor… I’ll deal with you later.”

The overhead lights turned on and the kids scrambled to your side. The light stung your eyes and a headache started to form at your temple. Leon shot up, pulling his gun from its holster and scanning the cell block. There at the second-story railing stood Maria and another man, his cane tapping rhythmically on the metal floor.

This new man introduced himself as Dylan Blake. “I bet you’re wondering how people are getting infected without being bit,” he said, proudly going on to describe his bio-drones: insects that could infect whomever Blake pleased. Your heart sank at this realization. It was only a matter of time before you turned. 

You tuned out whatever Blake continued to say, your attention on the kids. D/n was still shaking like a leaf against you, but her tears had stopped. S/n was on his knees in front of you. The pain was starting to become unbearable, and knowing what would happen if you turned… 

“There’s a reason I left you and Leon alone, Jill,” Blake continued. “You want to talk about justice? You should be pointing your guns at Claire and Y/n.” Leon spared a glance at you. You were pale and shivering and you were only getting worse. “They’ll turn soon enough and when they do, they’ll rip apart the doctor and those kids.”

“The kids have no part in this!” Leon snapped.

“They became part of it when you began to work for liars, people who cover up the truth. The ones continuously sending you into battle rather than staying home with your family.” Leon stiffened. You knew he felt guilty about being away from home so much. “Which will it be? Your wife or your kids? Better make your choice quick before she devours them.”

“Leon,” you called softly. With his gun still trained on Blake, he looked back at you. You nodded at him, but he shook his head. Shooting you wasn’t an option for him. And he sure as hell wasn’t going to shoot his children– he’d rather die than do that.

Soon enough Blake and Maria were gone and Leon was back by your side, D/n and S/n clinging to the arm he slid between the bars. “Babies,” he said, “I need you to get in that back corner. Can you do that for me?” They nodded and did as he said. His attention turned to you and he lowered his voice so they couldn’t hear. “Y/n, I’m not shooting you. The twins need you and I will not let them witness something like that.”

“I don’t want to hurt them,” you told him, tears welling in your eyes. “Leon, you have to.”

“No.” His voice was stern. “It’s not gonna happen. We’ll figure it out.”

You lifted your hand to gently trace the curve of his jaw, his stubble lightly scratching your skin. “I love you, Leon.” He held your hand against his face, pressing a kiss to your palm.

“Daddy,” D/n called. “What’s gonna happen to Mommy?”

“Mommy’s going to be just fine,” he told her firmly. Leon felt like the worst father in the world. The last thing he had ever wanted was for his kids to be dragged into his work. He was sure that with Y/n at home, they’d be perfectly fine. He thought he’d taken every step necessary to keep his family safe. What had gone so wrong that they ended up here?

“Real father of the year,” he muttered under his breath.

“This… isn’t your… fault.” You curled in on yourself as pain shot through your body. You had the cell bars in a death grip as you attempted to maintain yourself. Something was brewing in your chest, something violent and bloody. You met Leon’s eyes, your tears finally falling. “Please…”

Just as he was about to reply, someone came running into the cell block. It was Rebecca with a hard-shelled case in her arms. “What’s that?” Leon asked, but he already knew the answer. He just needed to hear it to believe it.

“A vaccine,” Rebecca replied, popping the case open and handing him a syringe.

Leon couldn’t move fast enough. He uncapped the syringe and brushed your hair aside. “This might hurt, baby.” There was a sting in your neck as he injected the vaccine. Relief washed over you like a cool blanket and finally, you were able to catch your breath. As you composed yourself, Leon got to work on unlocking the door.

The door slid open and Leon enveloped you in his arms, pressing a kiss to your lips. He pulled away and the two of you were nearly thrown over as the twins barreled into you. Leon held all three of you tight against his chest.

“I told you Dad would save us,” S/n said, his voice muffled against Leon’s shirt. Leon kissed the tops of their heads and pulled away just enough to look at all of you.

Whatever was in that vaccine worked wonders and by the time you were back on your feet, you felt good as new. “What now?” You couldn’t just take the kids and leave. There was no telling what was lurking in the halls. Taking them with Leon was risky– Blake wouldn’t give up easily. There was no doubt in your mind that there’d be a shootout at some point.

Leon kissed you again and handed you a spare gun. It wasn’t safe here with the bio-drones and he wasn’t about to let you go out and try to escape the island with two eight-year-olds. His only option was to try to keep you all in his sight and out of harm’s way. “Stay with me.” He turned to the twins. “You two,” S/n stood a bit straighter, “do exactly as I or your mother say. Understand me?”

“Yes, sir,” they replied in unison.

The four of you made your way to the armory. Leon took the lead with the twins behind him and you taking up the rear. Once you made it to the armory, Leon stopped and hugged the kids again. “I love you,” he said to them, “listen to Mom.”

“Where are you going?” D/n asked, gripping his shirt.

“I’m gonna stop the bad guys,” he replied. “Be good.” He stood and pecked your lips. “Get to the control room, you’ll be safe there.”

~~

The three of you reached the control room. The openness of the room didn’t bring you much comfort– there wasn’t any real place to hide the kids. The best you could do was keep them away from the windows.

You made sure the door was secure and turned to the kids, tucking your gun into your waistband as you kneeled in front of them. “How are you two doing?” The answer was obvious, but you wanted to hear them talk to you. You needed them to focus as best as they could and make sure that they understood how important their safety was.

“Aren’t you scared?” S/n asked. 

“I am,” you answered honestly. “And it’s okay to be.”

“So you and Daddy were doing this stuff when you met?” asked D/n in a small voice. She had calmed down but maintained a nearly bone-crushing grip on her brother’s hand. You knew that she had always wanted to picture a romantic meeting between you and Leon like the other girls’ parents at school, but the reality was not nearly as sweet.

“Yeah, sweetie–”

A monstrous roar cut you off and the twins screamed. You grabbed your gun and spun around to the window. A massive, mutated monster took up the expanse of the window, but it wasn’t focused on you. Still, you ushered the kids back into the wall farthest away and kept your gun trained on it.

A number of loud pops sounded from outside. Gunshots. The others must be down there. With the beast’s attention away from the window, you focused your attention on the door. Your grip on your gun tightened. The kids jumped and gasped behind you with each new explosion. Shielding them from watching those through the window would be near impossible.

Something smashed against the window, but the glass held strong. Barrels and boxes flew throughout the expanse of the armory. The ground shook beneath you and the groans of crashing metal echoed in your ears.

The door burst open, scaring the kids and startling you. It was Claire and Rebecca.

“What is that thing!?” D/n yelled.

The two stopped short, unsure of how to answer her. Claire recovered first. “That’s the bad guy.”

“That’s the bad guy!?” S/n repeated. He tugged on your shirt. “You have to go help Dad!”

“I need to keep you two safe.” As much as you wanted to go help, you and Leon had talked long ago about situations like this. Situations you had hoped and prayed would never come to pass and a discussion that led to your retiring from the D.S.O.

Only one of you would actively fight. The other would stay with the kids no matter what. That way if something happened to the other, the twins would still have at least one parent.

“What are you doing?” D/n asked as Claire and Rebecca rushed to the main computer.

“We,” Rebecca started as her hands moved across the keys, “are gonna stop a bunch of bugs.”

~~

As the gunshots rang and rockets exploded, Leon kept watch on the windows of the control room. Leading the creature, formerly Dylan Blake, away from those windows was his top priority (aside from killing it, of course).

At least with Maria dead, he didn’t have to worry about someone else going after you and the twins. And even if she were still alive, you’d give her hell for doing this to your family.

“Just a heads up,” Chris said as they put together a massive rocket launcher, “the missus is gonna have a word with you about teaching S/n to pick locks.” He grunted as they slid the two pieces of the weapon together.

Leon grinned. He knew that would come back to bite him one day. Hell, he was looking forward to your scolding. “I’d be surprised if she didn’t.” He lifted the front of the launcher up on his shoulder while Chris steadied it from behind. “A little lower.” Chris kneeled down a bit more, letting Leon get a higher angle.

The creature had jumped into the water after Jill and was now trying to make for open waters. Leon aimed for the gate's pulley system. With only one shot, he needed to make this count.

Another second passed as he steadied the launcher and pulled the trigger.

The rocket flew from the barrel, jolting him and Chris as it flew to the gate. The rocket exploded on impact, and the gate dropped. It crashed into the water and a moment later another explosion erupted. Blood stained the water and pieces of Blake's mutated carcass rained down.

Leon eyed the water nervously, searching for any movement that could indicate that somehow the bastard survived. When nothing aside from a massive corpse floated to the surface, he sighed in relief.

He barely had a moment to relax before he was knocked over. It wasn't often that his kids caught him off guard, but here they were, piled on top of him and hugging him so tight he could barely breathe. Well, if he were to die, being smothered by his childrens' affection didn’t seem like such a bad option to him.

Once he’d regained his bearings, he hugged them equally as tight, enough to make them groan and try to push away from him (which in turn made him squeeze just a bit harder). He turned his head to see you approaching, a soft smile on your face. “Care to join in on this?”

“He’s crushing us!” S/n squealed.

“Am not,” Leon huffed.

“Are too!”

He let the twins go and sat up. D/n stayed in his lap and S/n sat beside him. At that moment, there was no denying that S/n was his son. He was almost a carbon copy of his father. The scene almost made you forget about everything that had just happened.

You could still feel a faint throbbing where Blake’s drone had stung you, an eerie reminder of what could have been if Rebecca hadn’t shown up when she did.

“Can we go home now?” D/n asked.

~~

While waiting for the evacuation helicopters, the twins had taken to bombarding Claire and Rebecca with questions, giving you a brief moment alone with your husband.

“You know we’re not sleeping alone for a good while.” 

“I know.” He watched as S/n turned his attention to Chris, climbing up on the man’s shoulders. Where other parents might dread the thought of having their bed invaded, Leon welcomed it. He’d rather have them running to him in the dead of night than deal with nightmares on their own.

“We should’ve just stayed in D.C.,” you mumbled, leaning against Leon as he wrapped an arm around you. Maybe if you and the kids had stayed home they would have been spared the terror of being kidnapped and threatened.

Leon shook his head. “Maria would’ve found a way.” Of that, he was certain. If there was anyway to guarantee his suffering, targeting his family was a sure way to do it. “We’ll take a real vacation after this.”

“D/n has been begging to go to Disney.” You sighed. “We can’t hide this stuff from them anymore.” That was perhaps the worst of it. You and Leon had gone to great lengths to shield them from the reality of Leon’s work.

The two of you watched the twins. Chris was still carrying S/n on his shoulders and at some point D/n had managed to steal Claire’s red jacket. Soon, they came running back, wedging themselves between you.

D/n pointed toward the horizon. “Are those the helicopters?”

“They sure are,” Leon replied as he smoothed her hair.

S/n tugged on Leon’s shirt and flashed his best set of puppy eyes. “Can I have the window seat?”

[lunajay33]

Not the Only One Part.2

•🌪️🍂🪵🏹•

Summary: Reader comes from an abusive family and is insecure about it showing up everywhere with bruises, but one night she comes across Daryl who is more like you than you know

Pairing: Young Daryl Dixon x f!reader

Content Warning: Abusive parents

Part.1

•Masterlist•

I woke up feeling sore all over, rolling over in the bed I notice Daryl still fast asleep, I try to get up slowly……quietly but as I sit up he groans groggily opening his eyes

“Where ya goin?” His voice still raspy with sleep

“Just gonna get more pain meds, I’m really sore, sorry I woke you”

“Ain’t gotta be sorry, bout time I get up anyways” he got out of bed and grabbed some more aspirin and a bottle of water that was on his dresser

“Thanks, I should probably head home now, don’t wanna over stay my welcome” I laugh pathetically

“Yer staying, like I said last night ya ain’t going back there, ya need a break, hell we both do” he said sitting down next to me on the bed

“Then what are we going to do?”

“Come on I’ll show ya” he took my hand and led me out of the house to the woods that were behind his house surrounding the lake

“Is this your way of telling me you’re going to kill me” I joke with him as he drags me through trees and bushes

“Ya caught me” he smiles as he looks back at me

We stopped at a clearing that over looked the lake with the morning sun shining down on the water, we both sat down just watching the serene moment, I gently laid my head on his shoulder eventually feeling him lay his against my head, in the span of a day he’s been there for me more than anyone ever has in my life, that feeling last night when he consoled me and made me feel like I wasn’t a burden or like all this isn’t my fault and he understood, it made my heart flutter and I want more of that, I want more moments like this with Daryl

“How is it we basically grew up a few houses apart when we could have helped each other this whole time”

“Don’t know sunshine, but ya ain’t alone now” he said as he picked at his fingers nervously

“I don’t wanna go back there, I can’t do it anymore and I don’t want you to hurt anymore either” he was silent for some time

“What do ya wanna do then?” My heart was beating fast with thrill but mixed with anxiety

“What if we just ran away, my aunt lives on a farm like an hour away and she lives alone, she always said she’s lonely and she has a lot of space, what if we just go there, start over together”

“I don’t know, ain’t we gonna be a lot to take in?”

“She calls all the time telling me to move with her, I always said no because well dad would go crazy but I need to go, and you’re so sweet she’d love to have you around, I can call and ask” he seemed to think it over before he nodded

We went back to his house and I dialed my aunts number waiting a few rings before she answered

“Hello?”

“Aunt Carrie it’s me y/n”

“Oh sweetie I didn’t recognize the number”

“Yeah I’m calling from a friends house ummmm I need to ask you something” I asked feeling my voice quiver, Daryl holding my hand in encouragement

“I’ve never told you because I was scared of what might happen but dads been hitting me, he has for a long time and this time was really bad, I can’t live her anymore and I have know where else to go, I know it’s a lot to ask but could me and my friend come live with you, we need to get out of here”

“Oh love you should have come to me sooner, you and your friend are welcome to come live here for as long as you’d like, I love you sweetheart”

“Love you too” we both hung up and I turned to Daryl smiling

“She said yes, we can live there for as long as we want” he pulled me into a hug mindful of my back

“Thank ya, ya can go pack and meet me back here and we can take my truck and go” with that we went our ways, I entered the house and no one was home, I took a suitcase and packed as much as I could as I was leaving the house I saw Daryl throwing some things in the box of his truck, I wheeled over and he helped load my stuff up

“Are ya sure bout this?” He asked brushing my hair back

“I want this Daryl, let’s go before someone comes home” we got in his truck and the engined roared as we pulled out, driving past the house that only brought awful memories, driving past the sign telling us we were now leaving town seemed to lift this weight off my chest and it seemed to have the same effect of Daryl

Throughout the hour drive Daryl played his music and we just enjoyed the comfort of knowing we got out, when we got to a dirt road I gave him directions, pulling up to the farm it was as beautiful as I remembered, huge green fields with roaming horses, a little pen for lambs and sheep that were hopping around, and there in the middle of all the land stood a big older house that just brought everything together, Daryl pulled up the drive way and parked, shutting off the truck

“Didn’t know it would be all this, thought it’d be somethin small, don’t know if I deserve this” my heart hurt at how he saw his worth, I thought he deserves all this and more

“Daryl this is our home now and what we’ve been through we deserve some peace, now come on let’s go inside”

It’s been a month since we moved to the farm and it’s been the most peace I’ve had in years, Daryl and I were sitting out in the field watching the sun set, listening to the frogs crook

“Are you happy here Daryl?”

“Ya know I am, best thing anyone could’ve given me”

“Do you think maybe we could be more than friends eventually” I asked extremely nervous that this might push him away

He looked down at me his face hard to read making matters worse

“Thought we already were” my eyes widen and my heart skips a beat, did I miss a something?

“What really? And when did this happen without me knowing?” I tease

“That night ya came to my room, had that nightmare and needed me, I knew then that ya were the one, thought ya felt the same” he said squeezing my hand

“So we’re dating, thee Daryl Dixon is my boyfriend” I laugh leaning my head back to his shoulder

“I’m all yers sunshine”

This was only a short sweet series I hope you all liked it🩶

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[babygirlmurdock]

Thanksgiving with Matt

And the tradition of [Blank Holiday] dating Matt continues on!

Thanksgiving:)

- Doing a little N, M & P Thanksgiving in the office, or alternatively, going to Foggy’s family’s at the butcher because you know his father makes the best turkey & his brother makes an insane holiday cocktail (it’s mostly whiskey, with whispers of apple and cranberry, Foggy has stated) The Nelson’s welcome you with open arms as Matt’s girlfriend. Karen would make probably the best apple pie you’ve ever tasted in your life.

- You & Matt hosting for the first time. You being so nervous about the turkey being done right (considering you’ve never made one in your life and you woke up at 4am to prep it) Matt literally has to force you to get ready before your family arrives (The food was the best everyone has tasted)

- Bringing Matt to your hometown for Thanksgiving. Taking him to your favorite restaurant growing up and introducing him to the staff. Taking him to your favorite coffee shop that actually your favorite drink the *right* way.

- Matt meeting your family!! You always raved about him to your mom and your mom saying “So this is the Matthew that my kid has been gushing over!” And you getting embarrassed and Matt saying something like “gushing over me? Really?” and pinching your side teasing you. Your mom is like, “Oh, almost every phone call is like, “mom Matt did this for me today and it was so cute” and your face going so red and your heart beat quickening and Matt is laughing at your mom putting you on blast. Your dad being so impressed that his child is dating a lawyer that went to Columbia University after dating all the “no ambition” guys before Matt. Your nieces and nephews find him so cool. Your baby niece/nephew keeps trying to grab hold of Matt’s glasses when you’re holding them in your arms. Your cousins saying how good of a guy he is and how much you deserve him. Matt’s drinking beer with your uncle and dad outside as you’re helping your aunt, grandma and mom in the kitchen. (And if you’re the same religion as Matt or adjacent, Matt leads grace at the table and your granny is just swooning over this nice Catholic boy)

- Your parents being traditional and sorryyyy they make you and Matt sleep in separate beds in different rooms. But that doesn’t stop you from sneaking into Matt’s respective bedroom like a teenager to get some intimate time together (very very quietly of course, even though it’s hard given Matt’s talents) (You’re literally biting the sheets to keep yourself from making any noise and you put pillows behind the headboard to stop any banging noise. Old trick)

- Drinking too much wine at Thanksgiving dinner and going up to bed after everyone going home. Kissing Matt goodnight before he goes to bed and you accidentally say “goodnight, I love you” (FIRST TIME SAYING THE L WORD!!!!) and your heart feels like it’s going to leap from your chest and Matt being like “oh!!” and you getting all frazzled like “Oh my god this wasn’t meant to happen this way oh my god I’m- I don’t know why I said that now” and Matt pulling you into his room and shutting the door and kissing you so tenderly and saying, “I love you too. I was too scared to say it first. But, man do I love you. So much.”

Happy Thanksgiving to all that celebrate. Be safe, be full, and be thankful. 🦃🍂🥧🍽️🤎

[1000roughdrafts]

hi! sorry i thought of another. don’t hate me! but could i please request reader and either sam or dean (writer’s choice!) where they’re newly together with reader and they’re asleep spooning and reader gets her period overnight and when they wake up it turns out they ruined both their pants and reader is feeling all embarrassed and upset but sam/dean just hugs them and is like "please, of all the blood, guts, and gore i’ve ever had on me, this is nothing!" and it’s all fluffy and sweet even though the brother is kind of out of their depth with the situation? (sorry i woke up to an unexpected visit from aunt flo this morning and i’m dying for fluff lol)

I’m so sorry it took me so long to get this out, Anon.

Warnings: mention of menstruation and blood, fluff

Word count: 789: a cute little, short one this time.

The floor creaks under Y/N’s foot as she tiptoes to grab her bag next to the door of his room. "Shit,” she whispers under her breath, scrunching her face as she slows her movements even more. All she wants to do is get herself cleaned up before her boyfriend of only three freaking months wakes up and discovers the blood on her pants.

“Y/N?” Dean’s voice cracks when he calls out for her in his half-sleeping state, “what’re you doin'? What time is it?” he asks, snapping out of it. 

“Uh,” she freezes, the air conditioning of the bunker roars, and she’s thankful it fills in for her silence, “a little after four,” she says in a whisper, evading the first question. 

“In the morning?” he yawns, slowly shimmying his way to sit at the edge of the bed. 

She contemplates just telling him what’s going on, but she has no idea yet how she’d respond, and right now, she just couldn’t possibly bear the embarrassment that would come if he’s the kind of guy that’s grossed out by that. So, she lies, “yeah, but you go back to bed, love. I’m okay.” 

There’s a click as the lamp turns on, a yellow light filling the room just as he lets out a groan. Dean brings his body to an upright position, “not if you’re up this early, you’re not,” he jokes, but his laughter is replaced with nerves when she doesn’t even smile. “Seriously, you okay?” he asks, wide eyes dropping down to the bag she holds at her waist. 

“Uh, I… it-” she stumbles over her words because how the Hell is she going to explain to her new boyfriend that she was trying to get a quick shower to wash off the period blood’s surprise visit before he woke up? 

He tosses the blankets off of his lap, planting his feet firmly on the cold, hardwood floor. Y/N’s face fills with a warm, deep red when she notices the blood stain on the crotch of Dean’s pants. She should have known that could happen. They had their most peaceful sleep yet, and she remembers waking up in the same little spoon position she fell asleep in.

She lets the bag fall as her hands fly to her face, “ugh,” she groans before pressing them tighter, the contrast of cold hands on her hot face feeling like the light at the end of the tunnel. She mumbles something into her hands. 

“What?” he says, “sorry, I didn’t understand what you said.” 

Dropping her hands, she closes her eyes and swallows hard, “I got my period while we were sleeping,” she says quickly. She dreads his reaction but opens her eyes slowly. 

“Oh!” he sighs, eyes going back to the bag to see a tampon sticking out of the side of it, “that’s what this is about? Jesus, Y/N! You scared me. I thought you were trying to jump ship or something,” he says, the bed squeaking as he lifts himself off of it. He takes a few careful steps towards her before placing his hands on the back of her hips.  

“Wait,” she leans back against his hands, “you thought I was trying to sneak out?” 

He raises his eyebrows with a small shake of his head, “well, what else was I supposed to think?” 

She lets her anxiety out in a shaky laugh, “I - no, I just wanted to take a shower and change my clothes,” she starts, but pulls away to point at his pants, “but, ugh, I can’t believe it got on you, too! I’m so sorry, Dean. If I had known it was coming, I could have prepared better. I’ll buy you a new pair of pajama pants, though,” she raises her hands to cover her face again, but he grabs them by the wrists and pulls him into his chest. 

“No, Y/N, it’s okay! They’re just pants,” he says, looking intently into her eyes, “please, of all the blood, guts, and gore I’ve ever had on me, this is nothing!” he smiles, bringing her hands up to his lips to kiss each one before planting a kiss on her forehead. “Come on,” he says, releasing her from his grip, “I’ll take you to the bathroom and you can shower or take a bath, whatever you need to do, I’ll get you some tea if you want, our clothes in the wash, and a towel in the dryer,” he says with a big, sleepy smile. 

She loses herself in his eyes, the corners of her lips turn down out of pure awe and appreciation for how he’s responding with such sensitivity. "You're truly amazing, Dean. How did I get so lucky?"

"I think I'm the lucky one here." Dean smiles, going in for another kiss. “I’m gonna get you that tea.” 

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Shelby Sister- I Didn’t Know

Last night I started to get these funny aches and pains in my stomach. Putting it down to my monthly arriving I ignored them after getting myself a hot water bottle and went to sleep. However I woke up about 3am in the worst pain I've ever experienced. These period pains are truly something else. Groaning I get out of bed and make my way done to the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea hoping to ease the pain.

7am rolls around and I'm in agony. Aunt Polly and Tommy are now up and wondering what to do. Polly has tried everything she can think of to help with the pains, but nothing is working and the pains are just getting worse

"That's it's I'm ringing a doctor. This isn't normal"

"Yeah ok" Polly breathes out giving in, also so confused to why my pains are so bad this month. Tears are falling down my face

"Aunt Poll an I dying?" I ask

"No. Tommys going to ring the best doctor he can to come over and give you a check up"

"Poll I'm scared"

"I know, but you don't need to be, everything's going to be ok"

Within 30 minutes a doctor has arrived and had been checking me over

"Ok there's one last thing I want to check" he says taking our stethoscope

"You've already listed to her heartbeat" Tommy frowns in confusion, but the doctor proceeds to place his stethoscope on my stomach

"Aunt Poll what's he.."

"Shh" the doctor says as he listens "unbelievable. This is so rare. I've never seen this happen before"

"What? Am I dying?"

"No, your in active labour"

"I'm what?"

"She's what?" Aunt Polly, Tommy and I say all at the same time

"You had no idea you were pregnant?" The doctor asked

"I.. no. I had my monthly every month on time"

"Have you wet yourself yet?"

"Pardon?"

"He's asking if your waters have broken, but you will have wet yourself since you wouldn't have had any warning of it happening"

"No"

"Well then I think we should get you up on your feet and walking about. That should help"

"Who did this?" Tommy asks

"What?"

"Who got you pregnant. I'll fucking kill em"

"No you will not. Unless that is you were forced"

"No he was sweet, promise"

"Who..."

"Tommy let's do this later yeah? Go and ring the others let them know whats going on"

After walking around the house and my waters breaking, I was checked over and now it's time to push. Polly holds my hand while the doctor is at the other end. My brothers are all at the pup trying to figure out who the father is

"Ok next wave I need you to push"

"I can't"

"Yes you can. You can do this YN"

"I'm not ready to be a mum"

"Nobody ever is, but you heard the doctor when you feel that wave of pain you push as hard as you can" the wave of pain hits me and I push like Polly said

"Ok good. I need another big one like that ok?" the doctor says earning a nod from me. This goes on for a while until Im finally holding my baby I'm my arms. A little boy

"It's Isaiah's isn't it?" Polly sighs. I nod my head. We had been secretly courting each other for the last year now

"Toms gonna kill 'im Poll" I say worriedly

"No he's not”

Everyone's going to hate me now. Im an unmarried woman with a baby. People are racist Poll they're going to hate us all"

"Who cares what people think. I'm going to find Isaiah and bring him here to meet his son and I'm going to stop your brothers from drinking themselves silly"

Isaiah came over to meet his son, while Polly does damage control with my brothers. When they come over they are a lot calmer that I expect them to be. I guess Aunt Polly can me very scary when she wants to be

"So what's little lads name?" Arthur asks through gritted teeth

"Walter Shelby Jesus" I smile looking down at the newborn

"I'll ask Esme where the kids old clothes are"

"Thanks John" I give him a little smile

"So when's the wedding?" Tommy asks

"Tommy not now" Polly scolds shaking her head "let them be for now. Right come on let's leave them alone"

"That's how they go into this mess" Arthur mumbles

"Out now. Come on" Polly usurers everyone out of the room leaving Isaiah and I to fall in love with our baby.

[nouearth]

a letter to spider-man.

peter parker x male reader.

summary: spider-man launched his own help line and you need his advice in talking to your crush: peter.

wc: 1.2k. genre: fluff, comfort!fic. warnings: holland!peter, social anxiety, mention of death, crushes, college!au.

peter wasn’t sure what made him decide to do this: a spider-man help line. one day, he woke up and wanted to fulfill a sense of purpose more than he already has—to help out the public more, to build a community that peter has been wanting to fix since the death of his aunt.

so far, they’ve been pretty simple tasks: walking the dogs, helping a blind woman with grocery shopping, fixing a broken pipe with his webs—it was all out of the kindness of his own big heart. a heart that his aunt once nurtured.

it was hard at first. from being a ‘save the world’ hero to a ‘save the dog from burning up in a locked car’ hero, it was a downgrade one might find—peter did at first. 

but it’s been a while since he saw the relieved smiles on the public’s faces whenever he swung from the corner. true happiness that he was envious of at times, but nonetheless grateful for, and so that would become his motivation. 

maybe it can make the world a better place if people happen to be inspired by his actions. small stuff that regular civilians can achieve. a domino effect that peter hoped for.

—april 10th

dear spider-man, so, this is a thing now, huh? the future is so unpredictable, so i actually never thought i’d be writing to you. well, i guess the future would be me texting you like you advertised, but i like writing. it makes my hand cramp, and my handwriting is terrible (sorry, i hope you can still read this), but it feels good. like... shouting at the sky, i would imagine, so i prefer it. i’ve also been watching a lot of ‘80s and ‘90s movies, which could also be a major factor.  and i just realized i’m supposed to tell you about my problems! this is kinda hilarious because i think i’ve probably rewritten my letter six times already.  also, are you living your citizen life as a therapist or something? because why else would you be helping people this way? not that we don’t appreciate it, but it’s different. you’ve probably stopped reading by now, but in case you haven’t, i’ll keep the rest short. i guess my problem is… i like this guy. i know you’re not a relationship therapist (your secret is safe with me if you are though), but i figured a guy like you knew how to talk to people? you save people on a daily basis, so you probably aren’t scared anymore, right? that theory worked better in my head, to be honest, so scratch that! anyway, his name is peter. we’re both freshmen in college, so we’ve been seeing each other a lot, especially since we’re in the same classes. did i mention that i’m a guy as well? i don’t know him that well. i’m pretty quiet, i guess. invisible, maybe? it’s funny. sometimes, my professors would forget that i was even in their classes until i would speak up. but besides that point, he probably doesn’t even know that i exist either.  the perks of being invisible—i’m not even sure if there are any, because i’m noticeable enough on days where people want to say stuff. mean, terrible stuff. i wonder if he notices me, though. probably not, but a guy could only hope. i think we’d get along. again, hope! he’s smart and humble, always insecure of his own answers even though he knows—everyone knows—that it’s correct. kind, too. also awkward, like me. but the cute-awkward, not the me-awkward. i like him. i want to be friends with him. maybe even more? but i’m not greedy! i can settle with being friends.  i guess, how can i approach him?

thank you, (m/n)

it caught peter off guard at first—seeing his name in the same vicinity as spider-man became a jump-scare. even though, the sender kept everything pretty vague to keep the named crush relatively anonymous, there was a gut feeling telling peter that it was him—the culprit of (m/n)’s stolen heart.

nah, there are so many peters..! just a coincidence.

it took him longer than he thought to come up with a sufficient reply. usually, a task would’ve been done because all he had to do was use his body, his webs to do good—not his words. inexperienced yet excited, peter smiled while writing his letter.

peter wasn’t great at consoling people. hell, he couldn’t even make himself feel better. but he’ll try, like he always does. 

—april 23rd

hi (m/n)! sorry for taking so long to get back to you! life’s been crazy with everything going on. did you know that there’s been at least ten deli robberies that i managed to save this week alone? something about that chicken salad sandwich drives people nuts… like you, peter’s actually been pretty swamped with exams and graduation. i also want to congratulate you for being the only one that has written a letter to me instead of using the chat service! i’ve never written a letter before, so excuse my rustiness. my handwriting is way worse than yours. mine looks like if you gave a dog a pen and made it write. freshman year of college is a big year for you, for everyone. i remember the feeling of feeling so lost!  still know the feeling.  don’t get me wrong. yes, i’ve become braver since i started this spider-man stuff. but i still get scared, you know? life is so unpredictable and you never know when something might go wrong, and unexpectedly go so right.  like, just the other day, i got anxious when i was ordering from a drive-thru! they didn’t hear me, so i had to repeat my order. then again, because the mic sucked or whatever! even though it was only me, i felt so embarrassed, like my cheeks swelling and itchy skin type of nervous. but then it quickly went away because… okay, well i got my burger and fries pretty quick, so that helped. but you know what i mean? there’s this potentially negative outcome that we’re so afraid of. when in reality, it’s only ever so fleeting. you said he’s a nice guy, right? he could also be scared to talk to you, and you would never know because you’re too busy knocking yourself down! everyone is awkward. I’m awkward. so are some of my family members, my friends too. and that feeling won’t ever go away. sometimes, it’s meant to be shared. being invisible isn’t so bad sometimes. i definitely know the feeling, even wished for it at times. you can listen to music without being bothered, that’s a bonus! but from what i’ve noticed from feeling invisible, it would always come when i was being unkind to myself. i had the worst perception of myself in the eyes of my peers, and that made me withdraw. i purposely isolated myself because i was being unkind. the way you view yourself reflects onto others. not all the time, sometimes people are genuinely just assholes. but from what you’ve been telling me about this peter guy, he seems pretty special. if you’re awkward, be awkward and laugh it off. there’s nothing more charming than being genuine, and being kind to yourself is part of that progress. I’m rooting for you (and peter)!

from your friendly neighbor, spidey.

nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. andif you like this story, please reblog and leave a like!

[shiftingwithmars]

Eighth Horcruxe-Mattheo Riddle

A/N: Hey sillies!! So this fanfic is gonna be a little different from my others. This is basically just my headcanons about Mattheo. He’s my little crybaby and I love him, okay? Also trigger warning for this one.

Summary: There’s more to Mattheo Riddle than meets the eye.

Warnings: Possible mentions of abuse, mentions of smoking and alcohol, death and reincarnation. Please read at your own discretion!🙏

Mattheo Riddle was not a force to be reckoned with. Everyone was already scared of him, due to him being the son of the most evil wizard of this generation. His temper didn’t help. When he wasn’t picking fights with another student, he was drowning his sorrows in firewhiskey and cigarettes. He had the kind of aura that sent people running the other way. And his laugh? Bitter as nightshade. There was this constant negative energy to him, like a shield spell that was made of darkness.

But that was just how other people saw him. Although some of it was true, no doubt. There were things about Mattheo that he didn’t even know himself. He didn’t know what happened when he was child. He didn’t know the mistake that his father made. Or the real reason behind the scar on his left eye. He didn’t know the real reason on why everything around him descended into chaos.

The rumors were never ending. The stares and whispers he tried hard to ignore. He’d heard it all before. “Run, here comes Riddle.” “He’s just like his father.” “Who would wanna date him?” Those constantly repeated words that were the same reason he cried at night.

And the nightmares. The nightmares that woke him up in the middle of the night, constantly haunting him. Nightmares filled with pain, his screams echoing around Malfoy Manor. Aunt Narcissa rushing into the room, her face filled with horror. “What have you done?” She’d ask, pulling eleven-year-old Mattheo into her lap, cradling him against her. His father’s expression dropping. His insane mother actually looking concerned for once in her life, although the expression quickly shifted to a cold smile.

At 15, he was diagnosed with ADHD and Bipolar disorder. That definitely explained some things about him, but there was still something else. That feeling of negativity everyone got around him. He never understood it. He always blamed himself, always though HE was the problem.

It wasn’t until sixth year that he finally figured out what was wrong with him. He had been out past curfew, heading towards the Astronomy tower for a smoke. That’s when he stumbled across the golden trio talking about horcruxes. That’s when it all made sense. Those horrible nightmares, the scar on his left eye. The reason why nothing in his life seemed to go right.

He never told anyone. That was, until he got a little too drunk and blabbed to his best friend Theodore Nott. When the time came for all the horcruxes to be destroyed, he has Theo destroy the eighth one, aka him. Of course, he survived, but the part of his father that was inside him was finally destroyed.

His luck began to change after that. Things finally started looking up for him. He got a good job, and he got married to y/n, the girl he’d been dating since sixth year. She was the only one besides Theo who seemed to truly understand him. And maybe, just maybe, Mattheo would get his happy ending.

[asirensrage]

Saudade - Chapter 3

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Mikey x OC, Hanma x OC, Ran x OC, Mikey x OC x Draken Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Warnings: swearing, violence, threats of violence, murder, smoking, sex, consensual sex between teenagers, alcohol, recreational drug use, mention of trafficking, torture, family neglect, mentions of sexual violence. isekai OC. memory loss. unbeta’d **warnings are not exhaustive** Summary: No one seems to realize she doesn’t belong until she finally runs into her “new” brother, Hanagaki Takemichi. Now, hearing his story, Takara makes the choice to help him and hopefully find her way home, but faking it til you make it only lasts so long when you start losing the memories of the life you had before. As Takemichi becomes the only family she’s ever known, how far will she go to protect him?

notes: in which Takara is officially introduced to Hanma...and is unimpressed. I love all of her interactions with him and you'll see. major warnings for this chapter: violence, threats, threat of sexual violence…

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She should have expected this.

Some boys never did well accepting that a girl was better than them, that one could beat them at their own game. Despite the fact that her brother and his friends won the fight a few days ago, they’ve hunted her down for their revenge. They waited until she was on her own and not on skates. It makes her shorter and slightly slower, giving them the advantage. 

“You broke my friend’s nose and foot,” one of them snarls at her. She thinks she recognizes him from that night but it was dark and raining so she can’t be sure. Takara doesn’t recognize the other two with him. It doesn’t stop the fear that tightens her throat. 

“I told him I’d make him cry first,” she says. It’s stupid to provoke them. She knows that but she kind of can’t help it. She’s grown up used to provoking boys bigger than her. 

“We’ll make you cry. The only thing a girl is good for is being a hole to be used.”

She blinks and wonders who taught him that. He can’t be older than her.

When she was thirteen, a boy in her class snapped her bra strap. When he unhooked it as he sat behind her, she turned without thinking and punched him in the face. She was called to the principal’s office and before her mother showed up, was told that some boys expressed affection like that. Her mother was furious. 

She didn’t go to school the next day. Instead, she spent the day with her aunt. When they were alone, sitting together eating ice cream, her aunt told her that she needed to be careful. Most boys and men grew up thinking they were better than girls, and some might one day decide they need to show it. Some people used sex as punishment, as a way to force their superiority onto others. Her aunt told her in simple terms to never let it happen and proceeded to detail the exact areas for her to hit to make them regret ever considering it. At the end of the day, she tucked a collapsible knife into Takara’s hand with a smile. No one was ever certain what her aunt did for work, but Takara had her suspicions after that. 

“I think she’s scared,” one of them jeers, snapping her back into the moment and reminding her of where she is. 

She’s sixteen and trapped in a body she doesn’t belong in. She’s sixteen and cornered in an alley with three guys who think they have a right to take something from her that she’s unwilling to give. They could overpower her easily. They all know it. 

But she’s not as timid or as quiet as they’re used to. She suspects that if they know her brother, his moniker of being a crybaby has carried on to her. But she’s the eldest and she’s been crawling under this skin since she woke up in it and she’s not afraid to be a problem. 

No one ever seems to wonder why Takemichi idolized delinquents or ran around wearing a cape when he was a kid. Why their cousin hasn’t reemerged as a grunt like he used to be. Her memories tell her that she stepped in when needed and that she dealt with their cousin after the stunt he pulled. 

“Come on,” one of them says. “We can make this easy or hard.”

“I prefer hard, like me,” the other adds. They laugh. 

“Funny,” she says. “I like mine bloody.” They look confused for a moment, and she knows they don’t get it. It’s fine. They don’t need to. She just needs them to act first. “Should we start braiding each other’s hair or are you going to do something other than talk?” Takara grew up as a younger sister. She knows how to piss boys off. 

It works. Of course, it does. It doesn’t matter where she is, boys are boys. The one who threatened her, who compared her to a hole, rushes forward first. She’s smaller than them but she’s faster and has years of experience fighting with her brothers and using her body to slam others into the side of the rink. 

She crouches and uses his momentum against him, shoving herself up in time to flip him over her body. He lands hard on his back and she takes the chance to kick him in the head, trying to knock him out. She doesn’t get a chance to kick him again when arms wrap around her, pulling her back against a chest. They pin her arms to her side, holding her in place. The one still standing and not touching her laughs. 

“You realize you’re out fucking numbered, don’t you? Stupid bitch.”

She responds by kicking him in the face. He’s taller but she’s had flexibility drilled into her. She catches him under the chin, forcing him back. It gives her enough space to drop into dead weight. The sudden change startles the one holding her into losing his grip. Her brother used to hate her doing that because of how much of a pain it was. She uses the chance to slip from him and takes off for the street, away from them. Rule number one was to run as soon as you can. So she did.  

They yell and run after her. She darts around a couple of people, making sure she stays in public before taking refuge in a store. She smiles at the workers and looks around, taking the chance to straighten out her clothing. When she finally feels like enough time has passed, she slips off the oversized sweater she was wearing and ties it around her waist. Just in case. Takara ignores the look she gets from one of the other customers. The tanktop she’s wearing is almost a neon green and while it’s one of the few things she liked in her closet, no one else seems to agree. Though, judging from the way they’re looking at her, it might be because she paired it with purple pants. She shrugs when they meet her eyes and slips back out to the street.  

Takara gets a couple of blocks before she hears them yell again. She runs without looking back. 

🏍️

The problem with being short and not on wheels is that as fast as she is on her feet, they have longer strides and catch up quickly. The one she kicked has blood dripping from his mouth. 

“I’m going to fuck you up,” he promises. 

She sticks her tongue out at him. “You keep saying that, I’m not sure you know what it means.” The expression he makes is so satisfying until he charges at her. 

She’s not trapped in an alley, but they’re surrounding her. Shit. She can’t let them slip in behind her. She’s outnumbered and they’re larger than her. Honestly, she thought they’d give up by now. 

The punch hurts like hell. It’s been a long time since she’s been hit without padding and it knocks her on her ass. She already knows it’s going to leave a bruise. They laugh, moving to close in around her. 

Takara tastes blood. She takes a note from her brother’s handbook and spits at the ground before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Blood smears against her skin. She laughs slightly. "So that's how it is, huh?" She looks up at the men who hit her. "Okay."

Honestly, she's been hanging by a thread this entire time. It was bound to snap eventually. She runs her tongue over her teeth, ensuring they're all still in place before moving. She hasn't been in many fights, but she knows enough. She just hopes she doesn't kill them by the time she's done. 

 The one in front of her charges forward. She drops into a split and punches. His hands clutch at his groin as he falls, crying out. Someone grabs her hair from behind, yanking her back. 

The boy leans over her, grinning at how she’s seeingly caught. His hand pulls at the strap of her tank top. The one she didn’t punch grabs her legs, keeping her from kicking out. She jams her hand into the throat above her. He lets go of her hair, coughing hard. 

“What are you fuckers doing?” 

The man holding her legs pauses and she forces herself to sit up, reaching to hit him in his ear. He stumbles back and she manages to pull a foot free and kick him in the face. The owner of the new voice laughs. 

Takara stands and takes a moment to brush herself off, half paying attention to the boys who are getting back to their feet. The one who punched her turns to the newcomer. 

“What are you doing here, Hanma?”

“Me? Thought I was getting some free entertainment watching you three get your asses beat by a shrimp.” 

Takara reels back and finally looks at him. The newcomer looks to be around her age and she realizes that she’s seen him before. He was the one talking to Mikey when she showed up to tell him about Draken. “Excuse me?” 

He grins as his gaze focuses on her before he steps closer. She’s forced to look up at him and is quickly reminded why she hates being short.

“What the fuck? Did your mother fuck a giant? Why the fuck are you so tall?”

The three who had spent the last hour chasing and attacking her all stare at her in shock. Like she gives a shit. It was clear that night that he’s not one of her brother’s friends. If he’s here to add to her problems, she’s going to be more pissed than she already is. 

The giant in question laughs. “Who are you?”

“No one you need to know.” She doesn’t like him already, especially with how he’s trying to use his height against her. “I suggest you back the fuck up before you end up like these assholes.” 

“You with Toman?”

“I have no idea who that is.” They both know she’s lying, but she’s had years of being the youngest and being manipulated by her brothers to ask her parents for things they want. If she can handle a staredown with her mother, this guy is no problem. 

“Need help?” He nods toward the others around her. 

“Why? Did you send them?”

“If I want to get my hands dirty, I’ll do it myself,” he tells her. 

She tries hard not to roll her eyes. “Great, this was loads of fun, but seeing as you all know each other, I think it’s time that I let you catch up.” She gives a half-hearted wave and steps away from them.

One of the men, the one she kicked in the dick, reaches for her. “Where the fuck do you thin–”

The new one, Hanma, grabs his wrist before he can touch her. “Go,” he tells her. “I need to talk with my men.”

“So you did send them.” She stares at him for a moment before deciding it’s not worth it. Not right now. She leaves, walking quickly and ignoring the sound of fists hitting flesh behind her. 

🏍️

She’s halfway home when she realizes that the tank top is ripped and she’s lost the sweater that was tied around her waist. Her cheek is throbbing and she can feel the stares on her as she makes her way home.

Takemichi has been running on a high ever since the hospital. They haven’t known each other long, but she has a feeling he’s going to freak when he sees her like this. Maybe she can sneak in and avoid him. Then again, he’s not usually home that much so it shouldn’t be difficult. 

She pauses. Her brothers, the ones who are actually her brothers, would never have given her so much space. None of her family would have. Her throat tightens as she realizes she didn’t consider them once. When she thought of home, she thought of the small house with Takemichi and his parents. Not her home where the sound of heavy feet running up the stairs was as common as one of their parents calling to tell them they’d be late for whatever was scheduled. Maybe that punch gave her a concussion. That would at least explain why she doesn’t really feel bad about not thinking about them. 

A motorcycle slows down next to her and Takara sighs. “What now?”

She looks over to see one of the boys from the hospital there. 

“Hey, Takara, right?” His eyes widen as he catches sight of her face and she watches as he turns off the engine. “What the fuck happened to you?” 

She stares at him for a minute before shrugging. “It’s nothing.” 

He doesn’t look like he believes her. “Did someone hurt you?”

“I got into a scrap.” She doesn’t know why he’s still looking at her in concern. She’s obviously fine and they’re not friends. She doesn’t even remember his name. “You should see the other guys.” 

“Guys?” He frowns. “There was more than one?”

“It doesn’t matter,” she says. 

“It does,” he gets off the bike and comes towards her. “We were introduced the other day. At the hospital. I’m Mistuya Takashi.”

“Hanagaki Takara,” she re-introduces herself. 

“Hanagaki, if someone hurt you, we need to know.”

“Why?” She crosses her arms over her chest and stares up at him. Honestly, why is everyone taller than her here? It doesn’t seem fair. “Because I’m a Hanagaki?”

His gaze seems to soften slightly. “Partly. You helped protect Draken and got him to the hospital. You came, knowing there was a fight between gangs, to tell us where he was going. We owe you.” 

“You don’t owe me. I stepped in because I heard my brother. He needed help. I only went to tell Mikey where they were going because Takemichi said he needed to know and I was the fastest.” 

“There’s nothing wrong with accepting help from people,” he says. 

“Of course not. A team is only good when they can work together and know each other's strengths and weaknesses. But we’re not a team. Far as I know, you guys are barely even friends with my brother. Mikey and Draken are another story, but I don’t know you.” 

“Yeah, you’re right,” he smiles as he says it. “I don’t like seeing girls hurt, even if they’re not a friend. Can I at least give you a ride home?”

She considers it. He seems nice enough but she’s had enough of boys trying to take something from her today. “Thanks but no. I’d rather walk.”

He nods. “Sure, give me a minute. I’ll walk with you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I’ll feel better. Case you need backup if they come back.” 

“Sure, but you stay at least a foot away, okay?” She waves him back. 

He nods and parks his bike. “Okay.”

🏍️

She likes Mitsuya. He’s a decent guy. He keeps his hands in his pockets as he walks her, staying a foot away and it turns out he’s an older sibling as well. Unlike her, he has two little sisters. It’s easy though to commiserate about having siblings and being the eldest. Even if she’s not entirely used to it, she slips into the role. Mitsuya asks her what Takemichi was like as a kid and it takes her a bit to tell him that her brother was always rambunctious and determined. 

“And you?” 

“I’m not really a people person. That’s Take.”

“Didn’t stop you from fighting.”

She looks at him from the corner of her eye. “Wouldn’t you step in to protect your siblings?” 

“Of course.”

“So why can’t I?” 

He falls quiet at that and she appreciates the fact that he actually seems to be thinking about it. “Do you know how to fight?”

She shrugs. “I get by.”

“Maybe we should find you some lessons. Teach you how to dodge.”

“Me? You should see Takemichi. I’m not sure he’s ever learned. He just runs head-first into things. Used to do it as a kid too, except back then it was walls.” Mitsuya laughs and Takara stops. Why did she say that? She wasn’t there when he was a kid. She barely knows Takemichi. Why–

“You alright?” 

She looks up. Mitsuya has stopped and turned to face her, head tilted slightly as he checks in. “Yeah.” She shakes it off. It’s fine. It’s just a slip of the tongue. She listens as Mitsuya tells her about his sisters but she’s not really paying attention. Did one of her brothers run into walls when they were young? Where that did memory come from? 

She tries to think about it, but nothing comes up. Her brothers weren’t the type to run into walls. They’d trick her into it…but her parents wouldn’t have allowed it. At least, she doesn’t think they would. Would they?

The fact that she’s not certain leaves her feeling off. Mitsuya is kinda enough not to say anything aside from reminding her to ice her face once she’s inside. He drops her off at her house with a smile and a wave. Takara climbs into bed…and stays there for the rest of the day. 

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Revenge

/Summary/: Tatum Riley was always a daddy's girl. She did everything with him, rode in his patrol car, movie nights every week, and when her parents separated she didn't even think about staying with her mom. Her dad was her whole life and when he was murdered she felt like she lost everything.

Tatum tried to move one. She goes out with Chad and moves to New York for college, but nothing feels the same. When she meets chads roommate Ethan, something is awakened in her and she decides there is only one thing that will let her move forward

An: this isn’t an x reader fic, it is my oc Tatum Riley. She’s Dewey and Gales daughter. If you don’t like OC’s don’t read it. This was also posted to my wattpad

Warnings: Cheating, murder, sex, death, psycho!OC , sort of Yandere!OC, Ethan x OC, ghostface!oc

"Where is he?”

I wasn't sure who I was asking as a crowd of people blocked my view of the hospital. I'd known my dad was trying to help Tara and her sister, but when I saw multiple police cars racing towards the hospital I got an awful feeling in my stomach.

I pushed past the few people on front of me until I was at the front of the crowd. Police were surrounding the entrance to the large building, and I could see Tara and Sam standing with aunt Sidney and my mom.

"Ma'am, you can't-" someone tried to stop me but I just shoved them roughly out of the way and started running towards them. Sidney was the first one to notice me.

"Tatum!" My mom turned when Sidney called my name and took a step towards me while Sam and Tara looked away.

"Where is he?" I demanded as I go to them, ignoring my mom and aunt as I looked at Tara and Sam. "He came here with you guys, where is he?"

"Tatum, sweetheart-" my mom reached out to touch me but I shrugged her hold off

"Where is he?!"

"We tried to stop him..." Sam finally said, and I felt my blood run cold. I happened to glance over at the entrance of the building as two paramedics were rolling out a body bag.

"Tatum, don't-" my mom started to say as she tried to grab me but I dodged her arms and started running towards them.

"Stop her!" Someone yelled but I wasn't sure who, I just kept running. When I got there one of the paramedics moved forwards and wrapped his arms around me to pull me away.

"No! Please! I need to see if it's him!" I cried as I tried to fight the man's hold on me. Tears were streaming down my face as I knew who was in the bag, but it didn't stop me from praying it was someone else. That my dad would walk out of the building in a second, hurt, but ultimately okay.

The two paramedics looked at each other before one reached up to unzip the bag slightly, and I froze when I saw the face staring up at me. His eyes were empty and face was blank, but it was him. More tears fell from my eyes as I just stood there and stared at him. After a moment the man's arms disappeared, and a woman's replaced them.

"Tatum..." My mom's voice spoke, and I just started crying harder. I cried because her arms felt wrong around me, she was never the one to comfort me. She wasn't the one who held me when I fell of my bike, or when watched a scary movie at a friends house and couldn't sleep because I was scared that night,or when a boy broke my heart. It was always my dad's, and he'd never hold me like that again. He was gone.

•••••••

My eyes snapped open as the dream, or memory, faded, and I started to wake up. I'd had that dream more times then I could count, so often that at this point I didn't cry when I woke anymore. I just accepted it and continued with my day.

As I laid in bed I glanced around the room. If you walked in you'd never think someone lived in the small one bedroom apartment. There were no decorations or photos besides the small photo of me and my dad on my nightstand. My clothes and belonging were still in the boxes I'd brought with me to New York almost a year ago. I never bother to unpack when my mom rented the place for me. She originally wanted me to have 'my own safe place' instead of living on campus, and the place is close to where she works, but I was sure she'd stop paying the bills on it after the fight we'd gotten into only a month after I moved in.

•••••••

"What the fuck is this?" My mom glanced up when she saw me storm into her home office, and she quickly stood up to greet me.

"What are you talking about? And watch your language." Normally I'd say something about being 18 and being able to say whatever the fuck I wanted, but I was to angry to care about that in the moment.

"This!" I yelled as I held my phone up to her. On it was an article I'd found of an interview she'd given only days ago. The title? 'Gale Weathers announces new book based on last year's murders.'

"That's an interview I did, what about it?"

"You're writing a book about the people who killed dad!"

"What about it? People want to know what happened, and at least I can provide the facts-"

"You don't know the facts! You weren't even there for most of it! You just showed up at the end to see all the drama-"

"I showed up because your dad told me your friends were being attacked and you weren't picking up my calls. I was worried about you." She tried to correct me but I just rolled my eyes. "I will be respectful of what happened and of your dad-"

"Like you were so respectful of this who died the first time." I snapped. "You were so respectful that you sold the book to be a movie, which is the only reason they killed dad. You're the reason my dads dead!"

My moms eyes widened at my words, but I didn't have it in me to care. These thoughts had been building in me for months and her agreeing to write a book on the murders was what broke the camel's back.

"I cared about your dad-"

"You never cared. You wrote awful things about him, caused multiple murders, and ultimately caused his death. I never understood how he forgave you the first time, and I won't forgive you this time."

"Tatum-"

"If you publish this book, I will never speak to you again."

"You're bluffing."

"Fucking try me."

•••••••

I reached out to the nightstand to grab my phone, checking my notifications. I had a few emails from school and the normal, everyday ones I get from my mom trying to check in on me that I never answer. And then a message from Chad.

Chad: hey, I heard about a party happening at some fraternity house. Wanna go?

Chad: everyone else is going. Even Tara

   I rolled my eyes slightly after reading the texts. I'd had a childhood crush on Chad since I was old enough to know what that meant, and after Liv had died we ended up getting together. Even though I'd known I was a sort of rebound or distraction from what happened, at the time I'd thought it would blossom into something more. Instead we were just emotionally distant partners that would go days without talking. We rarely hung out without other people, we never had sex anymore, we didn't even kiss when around each other. And I was 90% sure he had a thing for Tera. He probably invited her the moment he found out about the party while I was probably the last person he texted.

Tatum: sounds fun. What time?

   I set my phone to the side as I got up and headed for the shower to get ready for the day. I had a class in two hours I couldn't be late for. I stumbled into the bathroom and glanced in the mirror, my hair was slightly messy and some of my eyeliner had smudged since I didn't bother to take it off when I went to bed.

   I turned the shower on before stripping out of my pajama pants and t-shirt. It was a DEVO shirt I'd stolen from my dad at some point. Once it was off I looked down at the few scars along my abdomen. Two were from Amber a year ago when we got in a fight, one was from when my appendix burst, and the other was from when I was 6. One of the teens who attacked Woodsboro had broken into our house and somehow I ended up stabbed. I didn't know much about it because o was so young and my dad had begged me to not ask about the event, and I trusted him that I didn't need to know about it.

   I shook myself from my thoughts and got back to getting ready. I showered and got dressed, skipping breakfast and decided to just pick up a coffee when I got the school. Most of my day was uneventful, I sat through a music theory class and a history class on Fashion industry before I went to get lunch alone at a small cafe on campus. I probably could have texted Chad to get lunch together, but I could use the time to work on a design for class instead.

While I was busy sketching with my headphones in a hand waved in front of my face, making me sit back quickly and look up. I ended up seeing Ethan standing above me, an apologetic smile on his face.

"You scared me," I said as I pulled my headphones off, causing Ethan to laugh slightly.

"Sorry, I tried to get your attention but you couldn't hear me."

I nodded and just looked up at the boy, unsure of what to say. I didn't know Ethan all that well despite him being Chads roommate. He went to all the same parties as us and he was always there when I went to chads, but we never really talked one on one. He seemed nice enough, but I wasn't interested in really getting to know other people.

"So...can I help you?" I finally asked, fully aware of how rude it sounded. I just couldn't get myself to really care.

"Sorry, I'm probably bothering you. I just saw you sitting alone and thought I'd say hi. You're probably busy."

"Just...working on an assignment." I mumbled as I glanced down at the drawing. A small line went through the drawing from when I jerked when Ethan scared me.

"So... would you mind if I sat?" I glanced back up at Ethan at his request. It was then that I noticed he had one of the sandwiches from the cafe in his hand. "I'll be quiet and just work on my own homework. There's just no other tables." He motioned around to all the other tables which had groups of friends sitting at them. For a second I thought about turning him away, but I couldn't. He had the look of a lost puppy, and saying no would be the equivalent of kicking that puppy.

"Be my guest," I motioned to the table and he quickly sat down and pulled his computer out. We both worked for a bit, and thankfully Ethan kept his promise of staying quiet and just working the whole time.

"Going so soon?" Ethan asked when I started to pack my stuff up.

"I have one more class for the day." I quickly said as I slid my sketch book into my bag. I stood up and grabbed my garbage from the table.

"Are you going to the party tonight?"

I hesitated for a second. "Chad invited you?"

"Was he not supposed to?"

"No," I quickly said. "I just... yeah, I'm going." I finally said.

"I'll see you tonight then," Ethan smiled and I forced one back at him.

"See you then.”

•••••••••

I messed with my hair slightly as I looked in the camera of my phone. I was standing on a corner as I waited to meet up with everyone else.

"Hey!" I heard a yell and glanced up to see Chad, Tara, Mindy, Mindy's new girlfriend I hand learns the name of, and Ethan. I was almost shocked to not see Sam with them since she never let Tara out of her sight.

I slid my phone into my purse and forced a smile onto my face as I walked over to them. "Hi," I greeted as Chad wrapped an arm around my shoulders. I stiffened slightly at the uncommon position, a movement that should be second nature to a couple felt foreign with him.

"Good to see you," Chad smiled as he kissed the top of my head.

"You too," I smiled as I hugged him back before his hand slid from my shoulders to my hand. That was the extent of our interaction before we were walking to the party and Chad was talking to everyone else. I stayed quiet but kept our hands intertwined as we walked, any time he started to pull away I'd tighten my hand to keep him within arms length. I didn't go out much and I wasn't about to let go of my lifeline when I did.

   We walked about a mile to the frat house, and most of the party was a blur. I drank a bit but mainly just sat on a couch and watched the people around me. Chad was immediately off and socializing, and I remembered at one point he got pissy because I wouldn't be his partner for a drinking game. But by the end of the night the group of us ended up at Chad and Ethan's apartment.

   "Hey," Ethan sat down next to me on the couch. I had my arms crossed across my chest as I watched Chad with Tara. He was just standing with her and drinking, but the way they looked at each other pissed me off.

   "Hi." I mumbled, not looking at the man.

   "Did you have fun tonight?"

   "It was fine." I knew Ethan didn't deserve how I was talking to him, but at that moment I didn't really care. Truth was, I was tired. I was tired of being in a relationship that was going nowhere and watching Chads next relationship blossom in front of me.

   "I'm leaving." I mumbled as I stood up quickly and walked over to Chad. "I'm leaving," I repeated to my boyfriend.

   "Already?"

   "It's past midnight." Chad just looked at me for a moment.

   "Okay." I scoffed when he turned to talk to Tara again. "What?"

   "Most people's boyfriends would offer to walk their girlfriend home, or call her a car, or at least ask her to text him when she makes it home."

   "Fine, text me when you get home." Chad said, clearly annoyed.

   "Glad to see you worried about your girlfriend," I rolled my eyes while Chad let out a sigh.

"Are we really going to do this right now? You're ruining the vibe," he complained.

"I'm ruining the mood? You're the one who basically refused to spend any time with me all night!" I saw Tara cringe slightly at how loud I had become, and everyone else on the room had gone quiet. Even Mindy was silent as she watched me and her brother.

"I'd happily spend time with you if you weren't such a buzz kill. You just sit by yourself in the corner anytime we go anywhere and you just sit in your empty apartment alone. You used to be fun, but in the last year you've become awful to be around. I thought you were just getting over your dad but-"

"Don't!" I stepped close to Chad to point a finger in his face. "Don't way a word about my dad."

"It's been a year. I got over Liv, you have to get over your dad at some point."

We stood in silence for a moment before I felt tears start to well up in my eyes. "Fuck you chad." I spat before shoving him away and storming down the hall and to their bathroom.

By the time I slammed the door shut tears were streaming down my face. I was embarrassed and angry at Chad. I shouldn't have ever gone out tonight, I should have never agreed to go out with Chad in the first place. I slid down on the ground, leaning against the door and pulled my legs up to lay my head on as I cried.

I don't know how long I was there before someone was knocking on the door to the bathroom.

"Hold on!" I called out as I stood up, wiping at my face slightly. I was sure my makeup was a mess and I didn't feel like looking in the mirror before I opened the door. Ethan was standing in the other side.

"Sorry, you probably need in here." I mumbled as I started to walk past him, but he reached out to stop me.

"No, I- I was coming to check on you. You've been in here a while." He laughed awkwardly, prompting a small smile from me. "If it's any consolation, Chad was being a dick."

"Thanks, but you don't have to say that. I know you're friends with him." I mumbled. "Go, I probably looked like such a bitch to everyone."

"I thought you were right." Ethan shrugged. "Chad doesn't act like he's in a relationship with you, which is insane."

"Why? Cause I'm such a catch?" I joked, looking down at the ground. When I didn't hear anything from Ethan I glanced up to see him staring at me, a slight blush on his cheeks.

"I mean... yeah."

His words had a blush growing on my own face, and I wasn't really sure why. I really didn't know Ethan, he'd always just been Chads friend. Maybe it was just because it was attention from someone, maybe I just wanted some attention.

I took a small step towards Ethan, which prompted him to step towards me. "I don't think I've ever had someone call me a catch." I watched as a small smile grew on Ethan's face.

"Chad should be telling you regularly."

"Well, he's not. What are you gonna do about it?" I prompted, and after a second Ethan was leaning in to kiss me. I pushed my lips against his in what started as a gentle kiss, but I didn't want a gentle kiss. I stepped closer to Ethan and reached up to wrap my arms around his neck, one of my hands sinking into his curly hair. He reached out to wrap his arms around my hips, pulling me closer as he deepens the kiss. I opened my mouth to let his tongue into it as the kiss became sloppy.

"Which room is yours?" I asked as I pulled away slightly.

"Should we-"

"Which room is yours?" I asked again, a bit more pushy. Ethan looked at me for a second before nodding.

"Come on.”

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An- do not worry, the next chapter will have the smut in it.

[rosesvioletshardy]

cowboys need love too - r.a.

authors note: okay so i had this idea at work and decided to go with it or else i'll regret it

i legit cried while writing this so i hope you all like it this is my first time writing again since october

masterlist

rhett masterlist

warnings: mention of injuries, trauma, post partum depression, pregnancy, kids, angst (i guess) but mainly fluff, some suggestive stuff but just a little at the end

no use of y/n, but she / her pronouns are used

# of words: 2,088

*italics are flashbacks*

Silence.

That’s all Rhett heard when he woke up. There wasn’t a sound to be heard in his room. Something he still wasn’t used to since moving from Wabang to Cheyenne.

He was used to hearing the voice of his mother calling him and everyone else for breakfast in the morning, his father’s anger while talking on the phone or informing his wife about what was in the newspaper that he didn’t like. 

Looking around, he could see the sun peeking out from the curtains and the other side of his bed empty before getting out and seeing the two cribs empty as well.  If he would’ve told his 15 year old self that he would be married to the love of his life with twin daughters, he wouldn’t have believed him. Even now at almost 29 years old he still couldn’t believe it. After everything that happened with the Tillerson’s, all charges against were dropped and he decided he needed to renew his life while he still could. He remembers the day he told you he wanted to marry you and leave after finishing a ride. As much as he loved his family, he knew that it would be best for him to not be caught up in any mess in Wabang. 

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“What did you just say?” you questioned, making sure you heard him say what he said

“Marry me.” he let out once more.

“I know this is all of a sudden and I don’t exactly have ring yet but-” he tried to finish before you interrupted him

“Yes” you responded while smiling before he let out a sigh of relief, pulling you in to kiss him

“And I don’t care if you don’t have a ring, I don’t need one to prove you’re mine forever” you told him as you pulled away to hug him, making sure you were careful of his shoulder after he injured it again. He laughed because he already knew he was going to get you the ring that you deserved.

“Wait, but what about your family? I don’t want them to think it’s because of me” you mentioned as he shook his head

“They knew for a while now, especially with everything, that I wanted to leave but never had a reason too until you came along. From the moment we met, I told my mom that I was going to marry you and that I was going to move out. Looking back at it now, I’m glad that 17 year old me was that delusional and that it came true” he laughed out, his hand caressing the side of your face and wiping away a tear that had fallen

“What happened to my strong cowboy who was scared to admit that he was in love with me after our first date?” you joked making him laugh

“Well, he got some sense knocked into him after getting thrown off a few bulls and hit upside the head by his older brother.” he smiled

“And don’t worry about Amy," he stated, already reading your mind

"I know she’s going to miss us that’s why I promised her that we’ll visit from time to time and that her favorite aunt will get to have a girl’s day with her” he added on knowing how much Amy loved you, even more than her uncle Rhett (which he won’t admit hurt him a little but he’s glad she has someone to look up to with her mother still missing)

“Well then, what are you waiting for cowboy? Let’s get hitched” you said, taking his hat on his head and placed it on top of yours making him groan

“You’re going to be the death of me woman, and if that’s the case, I hope I die a happy man” making you laugh as you pulled his (good) arm and heading back to his truck

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Snapping out of his memories, he got out of bed, stretching and taking a moment to himself before heading downstairs to find you and your daughters. He was still in shock that he was a father. Just like marrying you, he didn’t think that it would happen. The three positive pregnancy tests in your hand as you left the bathroom smiling with tears in your eyes, making him smile uncontrollably as the two of you hugged each other. He never admitted to you that he was terrified about being a father, let alone to twins, but with reassurance and talks with a therapist, he was ready. You knew that he was scared, had trauma from growing up and realized, even though his father loved him, he didn’t want to end up like Royal and put his kids through the same thing. As soon as he moved out, he started to see a therapist as much as he could and he never regretted it. He wanted his daughters, and even his future kids, to know that he loves them and wants them to be open to him about anything.

The two of you had a great support system throughout the entire 9 months. Perry finding any of Amy’s old baby clothes and giving it to you, Royal making matching cribs for them, Cecilia offering any form of support from tips on morning sickness to being with you whenever Rhett had a rodeo and making sure you didn’t do anything that Rhett didn’t want you to do and helped you through a tough delivery.  

“Look who’s finally awake” he heard a voice he recognized as his wife’s, as he turned around to see you, still wearing his shirt, carrying your 6 month old twins.

“There are my 3 beautiful girls” he smiled as walked over to give each of the twins a kiss on the head, before kissing you on the lips a little longer before being interrupted by the oldest twin whining for his attention making you two laugh.

“Okay my fussy girl, here we go” he spoke, voice still laced with sleep and his usual western voice, taking her out of your left arm and blowing a raspberry on her open neck causing her to laugh and him smile. Other than your voice and the sounds you make, both of his daughter's laughter was one of his favorite things in the world.

“Both of them have been changed and fed and we were just letting you get some rest knowing that you’ve been doing so much recently” you told him as you both walked downstairs

“Darlin’ you didn’t have to. Remember, we’re a team and we do everything together” he said while taking your hand into his, a perfect fit he always thought

“Baby,” you started as you both set the girls down in their play pens as you went to turn the coffee on for him

“You just got back from a week long rodeo-”

“Last week I came back” he added as you gave him a look, letting you to continue

“I can tell your shoulder has been bothering you and that back hurts as well. Just because we’ve been together for years now, doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten about everything. I know usually after a bad rodeo, your left shoulder tends to hurt a bit when you hold one of the girls and you’ll switch arms after a couple of minutes just like you did not too long ago.” you mentioned, knowing that you were right

“You deserve to rest. After they were born, you did so much for me. You went out of your way to make sure I still felt like the woman you fell in love with before they came along and were reassuring me about everything, even during the 9 months, from the moment we found out. You were always getting up in the middle of the night for my weird cravings and were still making sure I was eating right. You canceled anything you had to do just so you could come to the ultrasound appointments. Your mom told me that you would listen to their heartbeats from a voice memo before you went to sleep when your dad needed help with the pasture for the weekend to ease your anxiety knowing you were only 2 hours away and that I was safe. You keep different pictures of us everywhere; one in your vest when you ride, one in your sun visor in your truck, one in your hat, and a whole album in your phone dedicated to from the moment we found out to now. You were always lifting my bump to ease the pressure off of me and made sure I was on bed rest. ”

at this point, rhett could feel everything he was holding in about to let go, but letting you continue before he crashed

“When my postpartum depression was at its worst, you spoke with my doctor and made sure I was consistently loved and that everything wasn’t going to be perfect all the time” you said, your hand reaching up to wipe away a tear that escaped his eye

“You stayed home with them and reassured me everything was alright the first time I went back to work and gave me updates all the time about everything.” you smiled

“You make me calm when my anxiety gets bad every time we’re away from them, telling me that they’re safe and with people we trust the most.”

“Rhett James Abbott, you are the best father in the world and you need to know that it’s okay to want to be loved too. You need to be taken care of too. Not just me, not just the girls, but you too. I can see it in your eyes and the way you push off everything to make sure we’re rested and taken care of, but you need to realize that you need rest too.” you finished.

“Do you remember the first thing you told your mom after you met me?” you asked him and he nodded knowing that his mother told her months into their relationship

“You told her, “I met this girl and ‘m going to marry this girl. She’s way out of my league, but she makes me feel like I'm cloud nine and ’m going to marry her someday” and how Perry laughed at you for knowing he was in the same position before.” you said making him chuckle and nod

“That’s how I feel. How I still feel. I feel calm and safe. From the moment we wake up, to the moment we sleep. You’re my safe place, you make me feel so loved. You remember all the little details about me that I’m sure people would’ve forgotten after I’ve told them. You make feel like I falling in love with you all over again”

At this point Rhett couldn’t hold back his tears any longer and let them out. You let him cry into your neck, not even caring about the mess. He had never felt this much relief in his life, not even when he talked to his therapist. He knew he was never a bad person, even back in Wabang when he’d get arrested for bar fights or peeing on a cops car. He felt like all the weight that he’s been carrying on his shoulders, had been lifted off of him.

Pulling away, you wiped his tears away before kissing him, tasting the small remains of his salty tears. 

“There’s the handsome cowboy I fell in love with” you whispered, pushing his hair behind his ears

“I love you and the girls so much.” he whispered before giving you a small peck on the head

“Thank you for everything. I don’t think anyone’s ever said that to me. And I didn’t even realize how much I’d been holding back--” “It’s okay baby.” 

“Whatever you have planned for today, cancel it. I just wanna be with you and the girls.” he said looking over at them smiling and cooing at each other as if they’re talking and playing with the toys with them before giving you a kiss on the lips

That’s exactly what you did, you both put your phones on do not disturb and took the girls and your dog, dusty, out for a walk, obviously you putting on pants and him a shirt on. Taking advantage of the nice weather that was displayed currently in Cheyenne before ending the night with the girls in bed and him taking you to bed and showing you how much he loves you.

[rorywritesjunk]

!! Vent !!

I'm so sorry btw. Just needed to bring it all up.

Sometimes I just sit and think about the fact my brother was born about a month after I turned 12

(Jan. 15th and Feb. 23)

At first, it was just helping here and there. Still everyday. But I could get into bed on school nights (which instead of sleeping was me time mostly because yk)

Slowly he became my full responsibility. At like 13-14 I was accused of being on drugs. I wasn't doing 🍃 at the time.

So my mom goes through my entire room, finds nothing.

What was really going on? I was just tired. No mom, my eyes aren't red from 🍃, it's because you just woke me up. I mean, sure, I was laying on laundry in the bathroom.. But come on! Give a girl a break. I was TIRED.

when COVID hit, it was full time. 24/7. So since I was home, I was taking care of my dad's mom and my brother. While trying to keep up with school work and zoom classes. To say I did horribly..

But by the end of that school year my mom pulled me out of that school and put me in homeschooling.

So. That's great. I guess I could say I have experience in childcare. Not that I ever want to work with children.

I'm undiagnosed, I know that. With what? Probably a lot of shit.

My brother is ADHD/autistic we believe (not hard to see it) and I have to be the one watching him every day?

Who thinks it's a good idea for a holding-on-by-a-thread neurodivergent adult to take care of a equally neurodivergent child?

My mom apparently.

And she still gets pissed when I don't finish something or do something.

I'm simply just tired. So tired.

One day I know I'll get to leave, go stay with my girlfriend. Or my aunt. Whichever comes first. I know it will get better. I just have to keep going. I know I'm likely burned out but I don't have much of a choice. I still have a child who relies on me.

And you know what? My mother calls me so many different fucking names. Yells. (Which, I WILL cry whenever someone raises their voice at me.)

I'm a bitch if I get an attitude.

I'm a bully if I'm not nice to my brother.

I'm stupid and ignorant if I don't understand something. Which, I'm now too scared too ask for someone to repeat something or to ask for help. Because I should know how to do the thing already apparently.

I'm a liar when I say I don't like ground meat because of its texture. Because I've ate it before. Or, when I say I'm going to the bathroom but my brother doesn't want me to leave. And I go to the bathroom, but then I go sit in my room.

And *oh* the disappointed and disapproving look my mom has given me as she passes my room after I refused to cuddle with my brother saying "it would have only taken only ten minutes and he would have went to sleep"

context: My brother will ask to cuddle when he's tired. And if you allow him to curl up he'll likely fall asleep within 10-30mins.

More context: SA has made me VERY uncomfortable with just about anyone touching me. Sometimes I can't mentally or physically handle anyone touching me AT ALL. and it got really bad so I was turning down my brother a lot. And yeah, I feel fucking shitty. I love that kid.

But I need space sometimes.

And often these things linger in my head. It gnaws. It's always there. I randomly cry at night because of the amount of fucking shit my family has put me through.

Sometimes I feel like I'm actually a really bad person. That I am these things I'm called.

Then I remember. I video things I do sometimes. While chatting with the people I'm closest to. I talk through my process. I can stay on track. It's a lot more fun.

Also I started this really upset and um lost what I was saying. But um that's actually a lot I wrote, I'm sorry.

Peace out

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Wow.

I'm so sorry you had to deal with all that. Children shouldn't be raising children at all. I've heard and seen so many parents do that to older kids, make them in charge of their younger siblings, take care of them, see to their needs, everything. It shouldn't happen.

I'm betting your mom is around my age so I'm ready to throw down.

And please know you having boundaries with your family, especially your little brother, is fine. He needs to learn that sometimes you need your own personal time, as does your mom, because you're a human and not an in-home babysitter.

Ugh. 🧡 I'm sorry you've been dealing with this. I'm going it looks up soon for you!

[riansdiary]

Hi Riaaan!! I wanted to tell you that I read your recent success stories post (this one: https://www.tumblr.com/riansdiary/755714407932264448/my-new-success-stories-hello-everyone-this-is?source=share) and now I can understand loa more, thanks of that these days I have been consciously manifesting many things!! So I wanted to share my success stories with you too. First of all, sorry if I make grammar mistakes or if some parts are not understandable, English is not my first language, I'm still learning 🤕

It started yesterday right after I read the post I mentioned before, and a similar situation happened to me(?. I went to my grandmother's house to visit her and stayed the night, my nonna was having cereal with milk and fruits for dinner and I wanted to eat that too, but she told me that the cereal and the Milk were done, and she can buy me cereal and Milk BUT tomorrow morning (that's today). I wanted so badly to eat that for dinner, so I went to her room and meanwhile i was doing idk on my phone, I affirmed and visualized my grandma calling me to give me a bowl of cereal, i didn't do it much, just a few times, and then i started watching tiktoks lol, then within MINUTES my grandma knocked on the door and he told me that he left me some cereal and milk, and that I could have that for dinner. I WAS VERY HAPPY AND I HAD COMPLETELY FORGOT THAT I HAD MANIFESTED IT, BUT I DID ITTTTT The second thing I said was gifts for Children's Day. Ok, this also happened yesterday, my aunt had bought gifts for my cousins ​​(they're the real children here lol) and I asked her if she had bought me something, but she told me that I was too old to celebrate this day and giving me presents LMAOOO, I KNOW BUT I'M STILL YOUNG YK, so, I started affirming that my aunt bought me something for Children's Day, and she just had been hiding it from me, AND GUESS WHAAAAT, when I woke up today there was no one at home, just my grandma and me lol, but then my aunt, my mother and my brother arrived, and they went to the supermarket to buy me candies, and my aunt had a gift for me!! She gave me hair clips, animal-shape hair tails(? (😭🩷) and a curling mask!! I was very grateful, and I also forgot that I was manifesting it, I realized when I started manifesting my third success today OMGGG, this happens When I was in my room listening to music on my phone, it slipped out of my hands and obviously fell , but THE SCREEN BROKE SO BAAAD 😭 not externally like cracks but internally, streaks appeared on the screen and it turned white, I was VERY scared because I had already damaged my phone on my birthday a few months ago, so if I told my parents they were going to be mad at me for sure 💀 but then I remembered that omg I am the creator of my life and reality, and I could manifest that nothing ever happened to the screen! Or also the phone would repair itself idk, the point is that again I affirmed that the screen was in good conditions, that it was never damaged bc I said so, etc. This took a little more effort because I was a little scared and anxious, but I understood and that my emotions were normal for what just happened, and I just kept affirming and persisting that in my 4d this never happened. Being honest with you, I don't see any changes on my phone in 3D, but WHO CARES? In my 4d the screen of my phone is as it has always been, and that is what really matters, I'm sure that it will be reflected soon in my 3d. I continue to persist and listen to my 4d!! And if I been able to manifest other situations in minutes or hours, ofc I will achieve this.

Thank you very much for making that post, I feel very happy achieving my manifestations following your example, have a good night!! (or day) XOXO!! 🩷

Oh my God Hi!!!! It's okay, I can understand you very well! Thank you so much for sharing this with me! I just woke up and checked my Tumblr when I saw this! This totally made my day! 😇

I love cereal too so I get that! You're doing so great! I love your success stories! You're much better than me on the phone one. I love my phone so much! I'll try and help you manifest that but who are we kidding? In the 4d, it's already fixed! Just keep persisting that it never happened.

I'm so happy that my post helped you manifest! I've been manifesting really well using that post as an example too!

[baatarthefirst]

"I came as soon as I heard." For the injury prompt

"King Ezran. Prince Azymondias." Prince Aviv bowed, very formally, as a the dragon prince landed and the katolian king jumped off his back, "I'm sorry the Queen-General couldn't greet you personally."

The boy looked terrible; tired and simultaneously ready to break down and cry and go seek revenge. Ezran pulled his kid cousin in close for his best bearhug, and held him for a few minutes. The officials stood around, either awkwardly, impatiently, or both. Ez didn't care.

"Enough of formality." He put his forehead against Aviv's for a moment "I came as soon as I heard. How's Aunt Janai?"

"She's alive. The healers are giving her equal chances of death and survival." He started crying, Ezran pulled him again, partially out of compassion, partly to let the teenager keep face in front of his mothers' court (least they be his courtiers soon). He got himself under control and tried to subtly clean his face on Ez's tunic, "Mom is refusing to leave her side."

"I'd like to talk to her."

"Yes, follow me." Aviv guided the visiting royals to the palace medical quarters. Janai didn't look that great, pale and covered in bandages and splints. For the sad sight, the mood wasn't as downcast as he would expect.

Amaya was sitting at Janai's side. Her other children in spots around her; Jaiyana and Aashi sitting on the edge of the bed, Aditya next to her. She was telling them something funny, an embarrassing story that happened to Janai, from what he could gather. He let her finished the tale that ended with Aunts Janai and Amaya walking home dripping wet, before waving.

"-Hey, Aunt Amaya.-" He smiled, mimicking Amaya's attitude. She grinned up at him, but he saw it. He saw something he never noticed when he was young, because he thought Aunt Amaya didn't know how to be afraid.

He was tackled by three sunfire royal children. He 'fell' to the floor, all three clung to him. Their mother didn't allow them too much time pinning him, peeling off each child.

-Hey, why don't you four go play with Z-Y-M?- She entertained no argument from any of them, from Aviv's insistence that he was too old for a playdate, to Jaiyana's refusal to leave her mother's side, to the little ones' wishes to be there when their mom woke up. The older ones glared daggers, but lost the staring contests. -Go on, you're mother's fine. We'll call you if anything changes.-

They followed the dragon prince out slowly and under protest. They grumbled, not even under their breaths, about the unfairness of it all.

-Do they think I don't know that they're backtalking me?- Amaya rolled her eyes, a twitch of a smile that would probably fool most people on her face, before returning to the spot next to Janai's bed. He took Aditya's spot next to her. -It's scary for them, but Janai is strong. She'll survive this.-

"-You know, when dad died, I never saw you cry. I never saw you angry or scared, or sad. I know you had to be, he was your friend, your brother. You lost him like we did, but you never let it show because Callum and I needed you to put on a brave face. But I'm not a little boy anymore. You don't have to pretend to be okay for my sake.-" he put a hand over hers. "If my partner was shot out of the sky, I'd be scared to death, and it's okay that you are not okay."

Amaya turned her head away, but her shoulders shook. He he heard her broken sobs. All he could do is put his arms over her shoulders and hug her from behind while she finally let it all out.

[vivianleighwishesshewasme]

Study buddy's Part 7

Polly wakes John up with a broom after finding Martha downstairs.

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John woke up with a sharp painful smack over the head. It felt sharp and brittle. After a few good wacks he sat up startled, ready to fight. What was going on!

“Oi, stop it.” He yelled his eyes slowly opening. His arm was raised to defend himself from the upcoming attack. He was sitting up in bed, his disheveled Aunt still in her nightgown had the broom raised ready to whoop him again. 

Polly looked fierce, thunder rolling in her eyes. She was livid. 

“You stop it, what are you two thinking!?” Polly’s voice was raised and high pitched. She was concerned and upset. Whatever he’d done had been incredibly stupid to get that reaction. 

“They aren't thinking Pol, they are children.” Tommy’s stern voice boomed into John’s room causing the younger to scowl. His brother stood in the doorway peeling an apple, knife paused momentarily to shake his head in disapproval. 

John scoffed. He knew his brother had slept with his girl friend Greta, so who was he to judge, besides, nothing but innocent cuddling had happened. 

“Oh, John Shelby, you better not have gotten her pregnant.You better marry that girl.” Polly looked distraught at the thought of another child to care for in this house. John rolled his eyes. He made his own money. If they married, he’d get her a place to live then get her pregnant. He’d take that on, not Polly. 

John turned behind him, she was gone, no trace of her at all. How did Polly know then? 

  He looked at his Aunt and Brother, giving them a puzzled expression.

“She’s downstairs, making us a proper breakfast. When she leaves the house this morning John they’ll be gossip.” Polly warned. He told Martha that last night and tried to get her to leave. She was a mess. 

“John, Pols right, you should marry her after graduation in a few weeks.” Tommy added.

“Will you please not help Tom, Jesus, just because her bread is better than mine doesn't mean you should marry her. Still, her reputation will be in shreds after today.” She added. “What were you thinking?” John had tried, not hard enough apparently. He could have woken Polly and she probably would have chased Martha off…but he just couldn’t do that looking at her red spotted face last night. She had been hiccuping because she’d been crying so hard. And by the time he’d gotten the whole story from her…we’ll have fallen asleep in his arms. He honestly hadn’t wanted her to leave. 

It felt natural to have her sleeping peacefully next to him. 

“Everyone shut up. She climbed up last night and I let her in because she was hysterical. I didn't trust her to make it home safe, not that it was an option.  Mum kicked her out or sumthin. I’ll talk to Martha, if the neighbors gossip just say she came by this morning for breakfast or she’d been locked out or sumthin.” He rubbed his eyes. Truthfully he was awake since the broom smacked, he now had a headache however. 

He tossed off the blankets and sheets letting the cool morning air hit him. 

“Wake up and get ready for work John. You can walk Mrs. Anderson home first.” Polly walked out almost bumping into Tommy while she walked down the hall, muttering about bloody kids being her death.

“ Do you love her?” Tommy asked John. Tommy was becoming something of a romantic with his engagement to Greta Jurossi making the papers in wedding announcements. 

“Yeah, so much it scares me sometimes. I’m always thinking of my future now.” They both chuckle at John’s confession. He wasn’t known for long term planning. “I can’t see a day in those thoughts without Martha being  a part of it somehow.”

“Then I expect to be your best man, yeah.” John smirked at Tommy. He nodded his head. He and Arthur would definitely be standing up for him. 

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I probably have about 2 more chapter before I finish up this series. Thank you for reading

[xspilltheteapleasex]

Normal Days Are Nowhere To Be Found: PART ONE

Avengers x Fem!Reader

Summary: It was a normal day. Accept for the fact your an Avenger. Also the feeling of doom you have. Something bad was going to happen today. You just know it.

Word Count: 741

Content Warning: Mentions of feelings of doom, bullying, abandonment, and murder.

A/N: Hello everybody! :) This is the start of a story I have been wanting to write for a long time. This is part one, and more chapters are to come. See y'all soon!

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-PART TWO-

All bad days start as normal days. It only takes one itty bitty thing to influence the course of events that happens next. One tiny little action that can either build a future, or destroy everything.

It all started on a perfectly normal day.

“Bacon…”

You literally woke up half a second ago, and the first thing that comes through your mouth is the word bacon. No one would expect anything less. To be fair, it was the smell of bacon that woke you up, or as you would put it, “bribing you awake from the comfort of your dreams”.

“Mmm-mm!”

The smell was so enticing and delicious, you could practically take the moth water bacon. You started to drool. But was it worth it to get out of bed? That was a rhetorical question. You knew that if you didn’t get out of bed now, someone, most definitely Steve, would come barging into your room and drag you out of bed. Correction. Steve would come up first and try to gently nudge you awake, but fail almost instantly. THEN Bucky would come up and drag you out of bed. And of course Wanda's bacon was always worth getting of bed for.

Reluctantly, you swiped off your covers, and already regretting your decision, rolled off the bed. Being grateful is not one of your strong suits.

“School awaits. Yay.”

However much you didn't want to get out of bed, triple that for not wanting to go to school. It wasn't because you were bad at school, you actually were really smart, which was why you went to Midtown School of Science and Technology. The problem was those kids. Such awful kids, so mean. You got bullied by some jerks about anything under the sun. You tried to ignore it, but sometimes, you couldn't help it if they succeeded in getting under your skin. Plus, you had this feeling something bad was going to happen today. Weird.

Thankfully, you could count on your best friend Peter Parker. You guys have been friends ever since you both quite literally ran into each other in the hallways of 7th grade. Those awful kids bullied you most about your family. About how your own mother didn't want you. Or about how the only people who did want you died.

The story that was told to you was that when you were born, everything was fine. As you grew up, you discovered you possessed abilities. Powers. You could read minds, levitate things, and more. Your mother didn’t think that was such a wonderful thing. She gave you up to your grandparents. They loved and took care of you, and accepted you for you. The only rule was no powers. They were scared that if someone were to find out about your abilities, people would take you away and do who knows what. They just wanted to protect you. And you did as you were told, or so they thought. In reality, you did use your powers in secret. Helping other people, saving lives, it was great. And someone did find out. That someone was Tony Stark. Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. Yes, that Tony Stark.

He recruited you to join a team. A team of mighty warriors and heroes. You were officially and Avenger. He also recruited your best friend Peter too. Things couldn't get better. 

Then, one night, your grandparents were murdered.

You blamed it on yourself. It was very traumatic. Aunt May took you in, and the Avenger served as your family. You eventually started to heal. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, months turned into years. Now it was junior year of high school. Lots of college applications, science projects, scholarships, sleepovers, and internship opportunities. To hide the fact of you being a freaking superhero and were spending a ton of time at Stark Tower, Tony Stark had you and Peter as interns. You couldn't complain, it was awesome.

“Y/N? Are you awake?”

It was Steve. Uhhgg. Okay, you had to get up off the floor and actually function as a normal human being. Yay.

“Yeah, I'm up, Steve!” You yelled.

As you heard his footsteps grow quieter, you begrudgingly hoisted your body off the floor of your room in the Stark Tower. Walking over to your closet, you couldn't shake the feeling of doom from your system. You just prayed, nothing bad actually happened today.

Oh, how so wrong you were.