#nana i'm sorry he's a child

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Happy Birthday Doflamingo

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Word Count: 1,600+

Synopsis: Donquixote Doflamingo was in his own little world within the warlord meeting at the world government headquarters. Suddenly, an uncommon source reminded him what day it was, and he was left perplexed and pleasantly surprised.

Themes: Doflamingo x gn!reader, parent!reader, Doflamingo is a secret softy, you have a child, fluff, birthday fluff, 'Nana' is your parent.

Notes: It's Doflamingo's birthday and he needed some fluff.

Sitting in another grueling and disgusting meeting with the marines and fellow warlords, Doflamingo rolled his ruby eyes beneath his rose-hued spectacles. Whether it was Sengoku or Tsuru speaking, he could not truly recall in this present moment. There were several voices interjecting, speaking in a dull drawl regarding whatever mishap occurred between marines or pirates - he cared not.

All that truly mattered was this was a stepping stone towards achieving his ultimate goal: reinstating his celestial dragon bloodline and bringing all the favor that title granted him.

He was a king.

He was a warlord.

He was a pirate, long since retired to grant his status immunity from the World Government…

…He was currently being tapped on the arm by some very small hands on his large forearm, snapping him completely from his inner monologuing. His lengthy, blonde eyelashes batted in awe that someone was to lay a single hand on him, let alone several repetitive taps.

Turning immediately in his chair, his sarcastic and sadistic grin pulling up at the corners of his lips, his gaze was piercing an individual who peered up at him with awe on their features.

Large, rounded eyes blinked slowly, the whimsy and innocent spirit from youth gazing up at him with intrigue and purity. The way their smile upturns, their joy springing from them the more they gaze right into Doflamingo's soul over his pink-colored glasses.

“Mister Doflamingo,” they utter softly, tapping the warlord’s arm with a sheet of thick, manilla paper. “I made a present for you. It has a picture, and it has some writing, and my Nana had to help me with some alphabets so I could make you it.”

Doflamingo’s forehead furrowed, his absent brows pulling in the center of his head as he tucked his chin into his chest to peer at the sheet of paper pricking his skin.

Sure enough, a piece of card material was placed on the meeting table of the warlords, admirals and upper-ranking marines’ circular table. Snapping his gaze back to the child beside him, and returning it back to the card, he remained ignorant of the rapid approach of a marine coming behind the child to chastise them.

“Warlord Donquixote, please forgive the-.” They began, only to be halted by a single, tanned hand from the warlord to silence them.

Glancing down at the page and up to the features of the child once more, he slowly moved the page towards them with a soft smile touching his lips and brightening his face. With the paper now touching the child’s hands, he slowly gestured with his unoccupied digits now lowered towards the paper.

“I'm so sorry, sweetheart,” he slowly gasped, “I forgot my reading glasses. Can you tell me what the letters say so I can know them?”

Doflamingo paid no heed to the individual attempting to remove the child from his sights, truly intrigued at their fearlessness while he attempted to read the page. He paid pure attention to their smile as he slowly placed his index finger along the lettering.

The child laughed, noseying closer to the giant while tilting their head to read their own writing.

“Can't you see?” They moved in closer, their body now flush with his while they read from the paper, “It says: ‘Happy Birthday Doflamingo’. And down there,” they point to the page where two blobs form next to one another, “That's me and you in there. I did the holding hands because I like to hold hands. And I tried to do your glasses, but I can't remember what the shape was at home.”

Doflamingo was stunned to silence. His lips dropped into a slack-jawed ‘O’-shape. His lips tingled with a shaky inhale, darting through all the lettering and to the two individuals holding hands to the left of the page.

He had forgotten. All of these years flung from him, and he had forgotten the one day per year that was truly his own. The day his mother brought him life. The day he was brought into this world: innocent, titled, cherished, loved. And he had forgotten.

But this child hadn't.

“It's your birthday, isn't it, Mister Doflamingo?” Their innocence was written in their face, their soft question weighted with more than they had truly intended. Doflamingo slowly blinked before nodding, gazing down with a smile that he had almost forgotten.

“It is, sweetheart,” he replied with a gasped chuckle, “Thank you for remembering. And this is me and you?” He pointed to the page, darting his attention to the paper and back to the child, “My, my. Your art is impeccable. I thought it was a mirror, and I was staring back at myself.”

The child laughed, grinning with their teeth clenched firmly shut. Doflamingo couldn't help but contract their smile, the contagion spreading to glee on his own face.

“You like it?” They asked him with their giddiness rising in their chest and fizzing through their much smaller body. Doflamingo’s face matched their own, albeit an act to bring himself more joy than truly necessary.

“I love it,” he confirmed with a nod.

The marine from earlier was staring wide-eyed at the interaction between child and the warlord. Their Nana was tasked on babysitting the child, and was unfortunately called in to assist in the medical ward.

One hasty decision merged into another, and “Nana’s” subordinate was now watching as the giant warlord was lifting the child atop his extended knee, handing them coloring pencils and assisting them on doodling all over the agenda for the meeting.

Sir Crocodile watched on with a lazy smirk, Dracule Mihawk cocked his chin to the side and twitched his brow up to an arch as he was no longer paying attention to the meeting. The admirals and vice-admirals were also stunned to silence, watching as the child exhubirantly exclaimed exactly what hue Doflamingo's hair was with the pencils at hand.

While Nana was saving a life, bringing their grandchild in as a last resort, you were occupied with your own undertakings. Both of you remained blissfully unaware of the bond occuring between two unseemly individuals: your four year old, and a warlord over five times their size.

Doflamingo, while formerly bored at the meeting, was now preoccupied with aiding your child in a game of naughts and crosses on the manilla page: his birthday message now face-down on the table. He may have began the meeting as a warlord bound by reputation and striving for greatness, but as of this moment?

He was Mister Doflamingo, the birthday boy. With your four year old singing to him in such volume that the meeting derailed and they simply disbanded, he was enjoying the first birthday he had truly celebrated in years.

When Nana dropped your baby back off home, they came with a package in tow. This package was over ten feet tall, clad in feathers of pink, and leaf-shaped rosey glasses that covered their ruby eyes. Ducking into the arch of your door, with Nana ushering your child through, the giant offered you a smile and a card of their own.

“A token of my appreciation of the company that kept me today,” Doflamingo smiled warmly, his enterage looking more uneasy than you were at the appearance of the warlord. Gently taking the envelope from his hands, he held his grip firmly to keep your attention a moment longer.

Leaning in, he peered over his glasses and softened his voice to a decibel you were not expecting. His innocence seeming to match that of your child while Nana ushered them away.

“Should you venture to Dressrosa, marine,” he urged you softly, “You will find an ally in me. I swear to you, nothing unbecoming occured. I simply colored in with your child at the World Government meeting earlier today-.”

“-My baby was in a room full of warlords?!” you growled, snapping your head over to the fleeing frame of Nana beginning the bed time routine for your child. Doflamingo shook his head softly, clicking his tongue to place your attention back onto him.

“Your child was unharmed and uninjured. I'm sure Tsuru would grant you access to the Den-Den footage should you ask for it,” he nodded slowly, his eyes peaking over the frame of his glasses while gazing at you. “And they were better company than most of the others in there. My gratitude is in the card, should you intend on reading it.”

You peered down at the envelope, then back up to the warlord casting shadow over your doorstep. Blinking softly, you take a moment to claim back your stupour and bow to the being at your door. He returned your kindness with a bow of his own before rising to full stature.

As he turned to leave, you took a moment to stutter your footsteps and halted him with a shaky exclaim.

“Happy birthday, Donquixote Doflamingo.”

Doflamingo halted his departure, turning back to peer at you with that softness you were not expecting. Sniffing an exhale through his crooked nose, he chuckled at you.

“Thank you. It is one, I think both of us, will not forget in a hurry.”

Donquixote Doflamingo, the leader of a kingdom and being to be feared, was reduced to humility at the simple utterance of ‘Happy Birthday’ where all others seemed to forget. He never forgot such an important occasion.

The following day, you requested the Den-Den footage of the meeting taken place, and you could hardly believe yourself.

There they were, your child and Doflamingo: playing a game of “chase the pen” with pages upon pages of naughts and crosses littering the warlord’s elbows. Both your child and the large king of Dressrosa had smiles matching, apparently contagious as Sir Crocodile, Kuma, Jinbei and even Mihawk all seemed to catch the glee.

Peering at the den-den ‘still’ at your desk was a stark reminder that friendship, glee, and love could be found in the most unlikely of places.

In that next moment, you found yourself a “pen-friend” in Donquixote Doflamingo. Warlord, King, ex-pirate, and Birthday Boy of Dressrosa. Whether that friendship blossoms into something more was entirely up to you.

Tag list: @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training @since-im-already-here @gingernut1314 @writingmysanity @i-am-vita @indydonuts @feral-artistry @the-light-of-star @empirenowmp3 @racfoam @sunflowersatori @carrotsunshine @skullfacedlady @jintaka-hane @thenotsofantasticlifestory

Note: Original art by "Young-Sir", inspiration for this fic.

[spacebaby1]

MY MAMA (Child!Law Trafalgar & Mom!Reader)

"STOP IT," Law yelled at you "YOU ARE NOT MY MOM AND YOU WILL NEVER BE." Law pushed past you running to his room and you stood up and grabbed on Corazon's wrist when he called for Law.

"No, don't yell at him" You said stopping your husband from walking. "B-But sweetheart, he can't yell at you like that. He can't talk to you like that-"

"Yes, he can" you smiled a little, "he's my son, isn't he?" Corazon nodded looking down, he felt hopeless, "then let him cool down, Darling. I can handle his words, let him yell, scream or throw hands at us" you chuckled gently lifting your husband's chin, "He'll calm down soon, just please don't yell at my boy."

Corazon sighed at your words, how could you be so sweet to his boy after all he had said to you today and how he treated you. But, as an neglected child you easily understood Law's emotions; he is just a kid.

Corazon decided to make the dinner tonight so you agreed to fold the clean clothes, after putting the clothes away in the drawer you noticed the small picture album you owned, it had pictures from your school. So you sat down to go through it but from the side of your eyes you noticed someone peeking from the doorframe, it was Law. He tried to hide but you had seen him, with a smile you titled to side so now you could full see him, "Hey, you. Did you need anything?" You smiled Gentle as always.

"C-Can I come in?" He asked almost in a small voice. "Sure, Sweetie. Come sit beside me." You tapped the floor beside you and he did as you told him still not looking you in the eye.

"Are you hungry? Do you want me to make you a snack?" He shook his head and mumbled something under his breath, "Huh?" He turned towards you and you could see his eyes were glossy, and your heart dropped; was he crying?

"Law? Sweetie were you crying? Your eyes are puffy. What's wrong are you not feeling well?" The concern that you showed made the gilt Law felt run wild in his little head. His lips quivered as he just looked at you hoping for you to understand his tears and how sorry he was yelling all those words at you, he fell into your arms without warning, "It's okay, Sweetie, whatever it is, we'll fix it, what's wrong? Tell me? Want me to get your Cora-San?" He shook his head in your embrace, "Okay, Sweetie, Not calling for Cora-San." You rubbed his back, "there there, I'm here for you," you placed your head on his as he cried and cried till he couldn't anymore.

"You okay?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean what I said earlier, that wasn't very kind. I shouldn't have said that to you, I'm so sorry, I'm very very sorry. I just don't know how to explain it," he looked down at his fingers, "it's not an excuse no it shouldn't be."

You were confused, "What is Law? Did someone said something to you at school, you can tell us anything." He pulled at his hat before speaking, "it's my fault for yelling at you b-but I-uhh my teacher s-she well she-"

"Law did you teacher say something to you? Did she hit you?" You were getting scared and angry but not at Law, never at him. He shook his head to which you calmed down, and he spoke again, "She didn't do- well- today is mother's day." Oh, you said nothing.

"T-the teacher gave us each a flower and she said "give it to your mother" as a gift, a-and I didn't cry but I felt sad and I didn't like that feeling so I got angry at you, I'm sorry I didn't mean to be mean to you like that, you are kind to me and you cook my favourite food a-and I yelled at you." He was crying again in your arms, you just hugged him, apparently your old school never stopped with this tradition you chuckled. "Don't cry, it's okay to feel like that Law, I know how you feel, trust me it's okay."

He pulled away to look at you, "H-How?", you smiled and whipped his tears, "When I was few years younger than you, my mama and papa separated. I was too young to understand why I just knew they didn't want me because they left me with my nana, and I went to the same school as you when I was your age, my teache used to do the Same. Every mothers day they would give us a flower to give to our mama's but I didn't have one," you smiled to stop your own tears, "so I used to give them to nana and tell her that it was a gift." Law blinked at you, "y-your mom didn't like you?" He asked "but why?" You shrugged, "sometimes people change but that doesn't mean I am alone, yes I was for most of my childhood but I am happy now, I have you, your Cora-San. You are my family, and I love you more than a mother can love her child because I see you as my own, and I am not mad at you for yelling at me at all, you call speak your heart out with me and I will always be there for you, sweetheart."

Law's lips quiver as he fell in your arms crying again before you noticed Corazon was standing by the door crying his eyes out when he heard your words, he too jumped to hug you as they both cried in your arms, you chuckled blinking the tears away, "Stop crying you big baby" you told Corazon but he only cried harder, "I love you so much." He said crying and you laughed at them both for being alike.

[rosedpetal]

A Good Father

Summary: Ransom shows his family he knows how to take care of his own kid.

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader (as his baby mamma)

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: none

Author's note: this is a repost.

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If years ago someone ever told Ransom that he'd get married and have children, he'd laugh in their faces. Whenever anyone in his family brought the topic of him settling down, he would leave the table and curse at them.

Until you came in the picture.

He was having the worst day ever, and he desperately needed a cookie. So, he went to the grocery store and was about to pick the last package left of his favorite cookies on the aisle, when you swayed your damned hips and got the package first.

Ransom was livid. He threw the most embarrassing tantrum ever, threatening to call security on you and ruin your life, but you just laughed at his face and asked if he wanted to share. Share! How dared you?

So, you bought the cookies and gave him half. After the first bite, his mood improved and he actually asked you out on a date. It was the best night of his life.

Five years later, you were married and had a baby. You moved to a nice house in a quiet neighborhood, and even adopted a stray dog (well, he just got home from work one day and the puppy was chewing on one of his expensive shoes, while you had the widest grin he ever saw on someone's face).

Ransom loved you with all his heart. And when you gave birth to your baby daughter, he loved her beyond words.

But right now, you were set on making him miserable.

"I'm not talking about this again, Hugh." You pointed your finger at him and he flinched. You never called him by his name. "You're going and you're taking Lily with you. Her nanny is sick, and I have to work."

"But babe-"

"Not. Another. Word." You gave him one of your deadly stares, and he actually felt sorry for Lily having such a scary mother. After petting your dog's fur, you turned to Lily on the highchair and peppered her face with kisses, while she giggled. "Mommy's gonna miss you so much baby boo, you tell me if your daddy misbehave!"

Ransom tried not to roll his eyes at you. You pecked him on the lips and he pouted. Before you left the kitchen, he called you:

"Babe, don't forget your jacket. It might get cold."

You smiled at him. You knew he was upset for having to take Lily to his family's horrible get-together.

After your car left the garage, he looked at his chubby baby, wondering if he'd succeed in shielding her from the evil of his family.

Things change after having your first child. First, Ransom started saving money. No more shopping sprees for him. Then, he actually tried to get his own thing, in which he failed miserably. Seeing his struggle, his good old grandad secured him with the ownership of their publishing company (for Walt's despair). The only catch: he'd have to show to family meetings at least until Harlan Thrombey's death. 

Which was how he was stuck in this mess in the first place. 

Ransom was not stupid. He could handle these annoying game nights, dinners and whatever by provoking everyone and leaving after setting the mood for a big fight.

But bringing his baby with him?

Big no.

Well, you shared his opinion on this. You two would avoid having Lily in their company as best as you could, but some things couldn't be helped.

Your trusted nanny called in sick, and you couldn't bring Lily to work.

Ransom wanted to cry. 

He took the fussing Lily out of the baby seat and struggled to put her in the carrier attached to his front, got her pink bag on his shoulder and closed the door of the car with his feet (how you managed to do all these things so gracefully were beyond him). He got on the front porch of Harlan's home and wanted to scream. What the hell was his great-grandmother doing there, sitting alone on that chilly afternoon, with such a thin blanket covering her?

"Hey Nana, why don't we go drink some tea inside?" He offered. The small old woman nodded, in a way he new she didn't actually acknowledged him.

Fuck his family for treating Nana like she was something disposable.

Ransom took Nana's small hand on his and carried her to an armchair in the living room, where Fran was serving tea to Harlan.

Before Ransom could even say "hi" his grandfather was already up and speaking in his "baby" voice with Lily. His daughter giggled, showing her cute teeny tiny new teeth.

It was fucking cute, but the days of Lily's teething made Ransom and Y/N traumatized.

"Hi to you too, granddad." Ransom rolled his eyes, sitting across his grandfather's seat.

"Tea?" Fran offered Ransom. He thanked her, an habit you made him build. Saying "thanks", and "please", things his parents didn't bother to teach him. He wanted Lily to be better than him, and by that, he had to make himself better than whatever he was.

The first time Ransom apologized to Fran, the woman was so shocked that she broke in a fit of hysterical laughter, while Marta just blinked like she was imagining things.

Ransom took a walk with Lily still safely attached to his chest. He didn't want to admit it, but she was getting heavier and harder to carry all the times. God, after five minutes he needed to sit down on a wooden trunk to recover.

Feeling like his breath was coming to normal again, Ransom went back to the house, noticing that there were more cars parked there.

Here comes the shit show.

At the dining table, Richard's voice mixed with Walt's, like they were competing on who would talk louder. Linda absently smoked a cigarette, promptly ignoring Joni. Jacob and Meg where fighting over politics or some shit, and Donna was on her phone.

A miserable-looking Marta sat between Fran and Nana on the small couch on the corner.

And Harlan ignored the rest of them, with a glass of whiskey dancing in his hand.

"Oh, there he is! And look who is here too!" Linda beamed, putting out the cigarette. 

Ransom grimaced when his mother's nicotine smelling hand brushed against his daughter's face. Lily was so calmed before, and it broke his heart when she started crying her lungs out, like she wanted to be away from Linda's greedy presence.

Lily's crying made everyone shut up. She was born eight months ago, and they saw her only once, when Ransom and Y/N took her to Harlan's when she was a newborn. Linda and Richard tried to visit Ransom's house a few times, but they quickly grew bored of the grandparents role.

Joni, Donna and Walt couldn't really care less for baby Drysdale. Meg tried to be as nice as she could with Lily, but she was terrified of babies. As for Jacob, Ransom didn't want that little creep close to his daughter.

"Oh, Ransom, is she hungry or something?" Linda grimaced at Lily's screams. 

No, mother, she's upset because she hates you. Ransom wanted to yell at Linda's face, but he just took Lily in his arms and rocked her gently, kissing her sweaty temple and running his thumb over her tears.

"Shh, love. 'S okay, daddy's here for you. My brave little girl, everything's gonna be alright, I'm here for you." Ransom whispered gently to Lily.

Linda gulped, suddenly feeling her eyes watering. She wondered if she could go back she'd be a better mother. She doesn't remember ever holding Ransom like that, not even when he was a baby. She didn't even breastfeed him, and she and Richard never woke up in the middle of night to soothe Ransom's cries. Not when they had nannies for that. Not when they could buy their way of not giving him their time or affection.

"You're good with her, son." Richard cleared his throat, feeling the same guilt wash over him.

"Of course I'm good with my own daughter." Ransom scoffed, still rocking Lily in his arms. He lowered his head to her. "There you go, baby. Wanna hang out with auntie Marta while daddy spend some time with these assholes? Huh?"

Marta smiled a little at the snarky remark, and Ransom passed Lily to her, who was already making grabby hands for Marta.

Of course she likes the immigrant nurse, Linda bitterly thought.

"Wow, that was so cute, Ransom!" Meg complimented. "You make me think even I could be a good parent! No offense, of course."

"None taken, cousin. Having children is life changing if you're ever willing to have your own."

"Ohhh, I miss when Meg was that tiny. You were the cutest thing ever, baby." Joni took Meg's hand on her own. Donna and Walt's gaze strayed to Jacob, who smiled at them.

The memories of Linda, Neil and Walt's feet running in the house flooded Harlan's memory. How he missed them like that. How he missed his deceased son and wife. 

The atmosphere in the living room was way more harmonious, almost soothing. The Thrombey-Drysdale family was taken aback by Ransom's behavior. They never thought he'd be a good father.

[absolute-decay]

How much stuff do you think Yoichi learned from the Vestiges inside of OFA. Cuz like, there's absolutely no way that your only real sense of the outside world being superhero comics made for children and All For One's big vault he was thrown in gave him any education. Whatsoever. How many completely trivial pieces of information or parts of everyday life do the others talk about casually only for Yoichi to go "I'm sorry, but I don't really know what your talking about."

This has so much angst potential however it can also be very funny. For example Yoichi hearing Nana had a child and asking her with a straight face where babies come from.

[loganwritesprobably]

Zane is Jealous

My first step back into the mystreet fandom with one of my favourite boys

Content/Warnings: Discussion of Zane feeling left out in his family, chubby Zane, reader is gender neutral

Ever since Vylad had been adopted, Zane had been relegated to the shadows of his family. Garroth was the eldest and the golden child, Vylad was adopted and needed to be given more love and attention than the others. Then there was Zane. He was the middle child, chubbier than his brothers, and was quickly entering a deep emo phase. He wasn't into sports, and didn't excel academically. He was just fine, in the middle, and easy to forget. It was easy to become angry and to lash out at people, but as he'd aged he'd begun to grow out of it.

His body never slimmed, but he became okay with that; he still struggled to make friends, but he learned to be okay with that; his father still didn't quite seem to love him, but he learned how to ignore that; he still was angry at the world and meaner than he maybe needed to be; but other people learned to be okay with that.

First had come Aphmau, then Travis, then Nana, then Katelyn, then Lucinda, then Aaron. Maybe Zane wasn't as close to some of their group as others, but he didn't need to be.

Then there was you. You'd snuck your way into his heart when he wasn't looking, and became stuck. He couldn't push you away like he did with others, he couldn't seem to make himself try anyway. You stuck around through thick and thin. But something still convinced Zane that you'd be better off with someone else. The Ro'meave family had a lot going for them, you deserved that and more, but not with him.

"I can hear you thinking." You said softly, running your fingers through Zane's hair. The two of you were sat together on the sofa watching TV, with Zane sitting between your legs, his back resting against your chest.

"Sorry." He apologised without elaborating, and you leaned down to kiss the top of his head.

"I chose you. I'm going to keep choosing you. I have everything I want right here." It was a shot in the dark, you had no idea what he'd been thinking about, but judging by the way Zane slumped a little and focused determinedly on the TV, you figured you were right. You'd keep assuring him for as long as he needed you to.

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[pinkthrone445]

-Let it burn to the ground- Part 2

Part 1

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender:love, hurt, confort, funny, smut

Warnings:Mention about past trauma, fires, SEX! SEX YOUR SINFUL SOULS

Summary:Melissa lets the fire of love consume her when she meets the new chief of the fire station. And then she musters up the courage to take you on a date.

Your phone rang with a notification while you were lying down watching TV. Today was your day off and after dropping your child off at school and going to the gym, you came home to watch TV and get some rest. You wiped your hand full of Doritos powder on a napkin and took your cell phone

-🔥Miss Schementti🔥:"Hello chief, I hope that you are enjoying your day off... I'm exited about tonight..."-The redhead had sent you a message and you stared at your phone for a few seconds. While you had accepted the invitation the day before, it had been a while since you had a date and now you were questioning whether this was the right decision.

Your fingers danced on the keyboard without touching any keys while you chewed your lip, wondering what the appropriate response would be. Your cell phone vibrated again

-🔥Miss Schementti🔥:"I must warn you that I am not a person who eats little, not even in first dates, so do not get scared when you see me ask for another portion or two, you've been warned..."-The message made you laugh imagining her eating and the answer came naturally.

-You:"I get it, you don't have to worry, I'm also a big eater. In my childhood my nana taught me that if there was still room to breathe, there was room for food. Now I know how to stop when I'm satisfied, but it's not easy to get to that point either..."-You replied with a smile and your fingers danced again on the keyboard and then sent another message

-You:"Excited for tonight too... But I haven't played the dating game in a long time, be gentle with me please" - Your heart pounded from the nerves of admitting that, the bubbles that the redhead was writing seemed on screen for a few seconds and then disappeared. When 30 minutes went by without an answer, you questioned again if this date was a good idea. After a few more minutes, your cell phone rang again

-🔥Melissa Schemmenti🔥: "Sorry Chief, a kid put a bean in his nose and it got stuck and we had to go to the nurse, I even thought about calling you to come to the rescue, but I didn't wanted to bother you on your day off... Don't worry about tonight, we'll let things flow, step by step. I promise"-The message calmed you down somehow, and you decided to go through your closet to see what you would be wearing that night.

Later that day, you took your car and drove to pick up your son. As you waited for her class to come out, Melissa came up to you smiling and adjusting her jacket

-"Hey Chief..."-The redhead whispered, lengthening the vowels in a seductive tone

-"Hey Miss Schementti... Where are you taking me tonight?" - You consulted smiling watching as the redhead adjusted the jacket to her body because it was a little cold

-"It's a surprise... One that I hope you like and enjoy... Will you bring your child? He is welcome if you want..."-She whispered a little nervously and embarrassed

"No, he's going to stay at his aunt's house... Do you want me to pick you up tonight?" - You offered, and she nodded, smiling. The truth is that you offered to pick her up because if the date went wrong, you weren't the one who depended on her taking you home.

-"Mama!" - Your little one ran to you and you lifted him up holding him tight to your chest, while Mel couldn't help but watch the way your arms twitched

-"Hola baby" - You spoke and he smiled hiding in your neck-"How did school go?"

-"Good! We are learning cursive! I can write a letter now" - He commented and you laughed tenderly

-"I'm sure you can, son... Let's go home for lunch and then you have to visit your aunt, your abu and your cousins for sleepover" - You commented, and the little guy smiled excitedly-"See you later Schementti..."- You answered with a smile and walked to your car.

After dropping your son off with the family, you got dressed with the casual suit you choose and decided to drive to pick up the redhead.

When you arrived to her address, you got out of your car and knocked on her door gently, almost immediately Mel opened it

-"Wow Chief...Hi, sorry... I never thought you'd look better than wearing your firefighter uniform, but you're amazing right now with that suit..."-She whispered silly looking at you and you laughed

-"Hi Schementti... You look very good too with your dress... I love your leather jackets they hug you body so perfectly" - You commented before you could hold you back-"Ready?" - You murmured and opened the door of the car for her. The redhead smiled and climbed up carefully, letting you close it.

While at first you were very nervous as you had lost the practice of meeting people and dating, on your date with the redhead you felt an instant connection and everything went smoothly, she took you to a nice place with good food and entertaining music. The tables had some board games which you decided to use and have some fun.

While you beat her up by playing uno, the redhead took the opportunity to know and learn more about you

-"So...why do you say you've lost the practice of going out? You are a beautiful and attractive woman, not to mention that you are very hot and brave... I don't think you're short of opportunities where people will ask you out on dates..."-She asked, lifting the 12 cards from the deck that had accumulated with the draw 4

-" It's not that... It's just that since my husband passed away, it was difficult to get my life back on track... I didn't just want to have sex with someone I have no conetion with, aside from the fact that it's hard to do it because I live with my son, and I couldn't find anyone who would catch my eye to have a relationship with... Nobody wants to date you when you have a child like in my case, so it's been two and a half years since I've dated anyone or had sex in that time... You're the first person I've dated since he passed away..."-You muttered a little embarrassed to admit it out loud-" I know it's been a long time since I've had sex, but between work and my son I'm pretty busy and I don't have much time to think about it..."

-"I'm flattered that you chose me to go on your first date after so long..."-she replied and you rolled your eyes

-"Please don't make fun of it... It's embarrassing enough as it is..."-You replied blushing and she smiled as she took your hand on the table

-"I'm not making fun of it, I'm really flattered by it. It means that you did feel a connection with me, like the one I feel with you from the first time I saw you..."-The redhead responded by kissing your hand and you smiled looking into her eyes as you got close to her

-"Thank you Mel..."-You whispered close to her lips laughing and dropped a +4-"UNO, I chose red, I win"-You spoke almost close to her lips and laughed pulling away from her

-"That's cheating! You got me distracted!" - The redhead screamed annoyed because she didn't liked to lose and you laughed

-"Everything is valid in games and love..."-You answered and she rolled her eyes

-"Do you want to go dancing? Before you keep kicking my ass at board games..."-She offered and you nodded still laughing

The rest of the night you talked more and danced together, having a beautiful time together. You were really surprised by the connection you felt with her...

When it got late, you drove to her house to get her to safety, while you let the conversation flow.

When you parked at her door, you got out and opened the car for her and escorted her to her entrance

-"I really had a nice time... Thank you for being patient with me... I was scared, but now I feel really happy..."-You whispered looking into her eyes and she opened the door for you

-"Want to come in for a coffee? I don't want this to end yet..."-she offered and you nodded.

When you entered, while she was making coffee, you took advantage and observed a little bit of her house and the photos on the wall smiling, you liked that Mel was a family woman. Her house was quaint and well-kept, somehow the house suited her.

When the coffee was ready, the two sat down on the couch letting the television gently play in the background

-"And you? How about your dating life? You looked so calm tonight, like you had practice..."-You asked while tasting the amazing coffee, somehow the taste reminded you of your home when you were little, which relaxed you and made you feel happy and calm

-"I was married for a long time... When I broke up it was hard for me to get back in the game, but when I did, I started dating a man, but we didn't have the same goals, so I decided to end that relationship... Then I had casual sex a couple of times..." - She muttered embarrassedly not wanting to admit that it was with someone you knew, she didn't know how you were going to take it

-" I know that, with the captain of the station I was sent to take care of"-You replied and she raised her eyebrows surprised and a little embarrassed-"I know everything that happens at my station, it's not for nothing that I'm the Chief" - You replied and she smiled when she saw that you didn't take it the wrong way

-"Yes, with him... Don't make me embarrassed by making fun of it" - she muttered, hiding her face in her hands and you laughed

-"I won't make fun of it, if I'd gone out with him I'd have a lifetime of remorse just think about it and I think that's enough for you, you don't need me to make fun of it to feel embarrassment" - You joked and she slapped your shoulder laughing. Her hand didn't move away from your arm, but gripped it tighter

-"Wow... You are very strong... Look how firm is your arm..."-She murmured in a seductive tone and you blushed-"Do you think you can lift me up?" - she asked and you nodded-"Can we try?"

-"Sure" - You carefully set your cup down on the table and grabbed her waist, your hands fitting perfectly as if they belonged there and her skin was comfortably warm. Forcefully but without getting up from the couch, you picked up the redhead with ease and sat her on your lap again. Immediately Mel spread her legs, straddling on your lap comfortably, smiling very big

-"Wow, that turn me on in a hundred different ways" - The redhead said without thinking and you laughed looking at her lips

-"You are a gorgeous and funny woman" - You whispered, smiling without taking your hands off her waist, caressing the skin that the blouse had revealed as she stood up a little. Mel's excited smile changed to a softer one and her gaze also turned to your lips, leaning slightly millimeters from your lips. Although you didn't want to admit it, you felt so nervous to do this, you weren't even sure about going on a date on the first place, and now she was sitting on your lap about to kiss you. Was that right? Or was it all going too fast? Even your angels of good and evil must have been frightened, for not a word of your conscience occupied your mind. Without realizing it, you connected your lips to her. A sigh left your mouth when you felt her close, if her skin was soft, her lips were like a clowd, round, soft and filled, perfect

The kiss at first was slow, but after a few seconds it became deep and hard, shaking you and making your heart beat very hard, your hands squeezed her waist tighter as you felt short of breath, making the redhead moan softly

-"Let's go to my room" - She muttered quickly to kiss you again, you nodded and got up from the couch, grabbing the redhead's ass to lift her with you, she immediately wrapped her legs around your waist, gently kissing your neck as you climbed the stairs carrying her.

Her kisses on your neck clouded your senses, even blurred your vision and your breathing ragged. Upon entering the room, you closed the door with your feet and left the redhead on the bed, admiring the sight of her slightly disheveled clothes and tousled hair, her breathing was ragged, and her chest bounced gently with each breath

-"Do you have a strap or you want my fingers?" - The question took the redhead by surprise, but she'd be lying if it didn't make her more excited. With her hands she pointed to her nightstand, which you opened to find a purple dildo in a delicate leather strap.

-"I want everything" - She responded agitated and excited. Smiling, you took it with one hand as you peeled off your pants and kicked them to the ground, with that same hand you opened your shirt but without taking it off. With hands a little shaky with excitement or nerves, you placed the strap on your hips on top of your underwear, it was delicately clean and smelled like raspberry. When you turn, your knees almost buckle when you saw the redhead waiting for you in bed with only her underwear on, with a red bra and panties that matched, kneeling and sitting on her legs, staring at you smiling.

The redhead's gaze swept over your face, your breasts, your abdomen and the way your crotch hid behind the strap on your hips. She had to force herself to close her mouth to avoid drooling.

You delicately rested one of your knees on the bed to reconnect your lips on hers, placing your hand on the nape of the redhead's neck to gently pull her hair making her lie on the bed without taking your lips off hers.

You gently sucked her lip into your mouth, making her moan and taking the opportunity to claim her mouth with your tongue, battling for dominance and winning easily as the redhead was overstimulated just by having you there wearing her strap.

Your kisses slowly moved down from her lips to her jaw, alternating between kisses and gentle bites as you let your leg slip to the redhead's crotch, generating gentle friction and pressure making her moan. Mel took your hair in her hands and pulled it a little, needing a little touch to ground her, especially when you started biting her collarbone and went down to her breasts biting the part that the bra showed. She inadvertently began to move her hips against your leg, desperately looking for more friction, but a frustrated moan left her lips as you firmly grasped her hip, letting her press on your leg but not rub against it.

When you began to feel her wetness on your leg, you quickly stripped off what little underwear she had left on her body, admiring for a second her complete nakedness. You smiled and kissed her forehead and then her lips again going slowly down.

Your lips found her nipple sucking hard as your life depended on it, alternating between gentle, delicate sucks to firm licks with a few bites.

When you finished giving both breasts their attention, you kissed her deeply again as you replaced your leg with your hip, letting the dildo rub against her crotch, which was already very wet and slippery, but not entering her yet.

Your hand went down to her crotch to check if it was really wet enough to go in, when you felt her swollen and wet cliroris on the top of your fingers, you moaned on her lips at such perfection. You gently began stroking it with your index finger as you guided the strap to her entrance, enjoying every moan and sigh that the redhead let out into your mouth.

When you were well positioned and sure you wouldn't hurt her, you pushed in slowly, pulling away from her lips to watch as her body slowly hugged and took every inch you offered her. Your gaze wandered for a second to watch as the redhead squeezed the sheets with one of her hands while with the other she desperately squeezed and pinched her breasts, letting out a couple of profanities with your name included in a few of them.

When the strap went all the way in and your hip connected with hers, it was your turn to let out insults, that woman was a wish come true with how beautiful and sexy she looked open like that.

Gently you placed yourself back on top of her, kissing her vigorously as you slowly pulled the strap back as your finger gently twirled over her cliroris. You tried to stay calm and slow down for a few minutes, but when the redhead started to shake and breath heavily and the sounds of how wet she was reached your ears, you couldn't hold back for much longer.

Both of your hands went to her hip and you started to go faster, with short but deep thrusts. Watching how her breasts bounce, her hair brushed against the pillow and tousled it and her mouth was slightly open trying to breathe with each thrust you gave it.

One of your hands grabbed the woman's leg and you placed it on your shoulder, giving you a new angle and more strength to lunge. For her age, it was surprisingly flexible, allowing you to bend down a bit to get to kiss her shoulder.

Mel pressed down on your back with her leg, digging her heel into your back and pulling you deeper into her.

You started kissing her thigh which was close to your face and giving her gentle bites and marks.

Mel began to breathe more heavily, and to move her hips erratically and desperately, moaning almost like a pornographic movie. Your thrusts became desperate as well when you saw that she was close, squeezing her hips with one of your hands, taking advantage of hearing the slapping sound every time your skin collided with hers and the wet sound of her juices coating the toy and your legs.

In a matter of seconds, as your fingers gently pinched the redhead's clit, Mel's body began to shake uncontrollably as one of the strongest orgasms of her life took over her entire body, from the tips of her toes to her head, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning and every millimeter of her body was charged with electricity.

For a few seconds, the redhead contracted so hard that she caught the dildo inside her and your hips collided with her so hard that, you didn't know if it was because you hadn't been with someone for years or because just looking at the redhead naked was enough to reach your breaking point, but a surprising and strong orgasm came in your body too, feeling your juices dripping down your legs and leaving you exhausted and lost for a few seconds.

When the redhead's walls relaxed, you removed the toy from her, detaching it from your body and throwing it on the floor. Agitated, you lay down next to her and grabbed her waist, pulling her to you and hugging her against your body protectively.

-"That was..."-It was the only thing the redhead managed to formulate between her agitated breathing

-"Amazing" - You whispered, kissing her forehead. Before either of you could say more, a sleppy blanket took you both by surprise, making you sleep in each other's arms .

The next morning, the redhead woke up with pain all over her body but happiness covering all her thoughts. But when she turned in bed and saw no sign of your presence there or in the house, a feeling of sadness took her by surprise, a feeling that grew when she texted you over the next few days and you didn't answer, see her or call her again.

You disappeared completely, you didn't even pick up your son from school and you always sent someone else for him to avoid seeing her and the redhead didn't understand why. She thought everything had gone well, even perfect, but apparently she was wrong.

[dhiings]

𖦹 NANA Tour w/ Seventeen - EP 1

I'm sorry if there's any translation from Korean that is not entirely correct. I mainly used the sentences/convo/lines from the episode itself hihi. Currently into nana tour, cause i'm missing gose so muccch :""

Scoups entering the dark room alone to wake up Jane. 5 minutes had passed by since seventeen member knock on her door. She's the last two member to be awakened from sleep. Na PD, including the staffs still patiently waiting for her to come out. After further knocking and missed calls, still, no sign of movement or even sound. Scoups decided to take matter with his own hand by entering her room.

"nooka?", Scoups trying to wake her up in small voice. Noticing it wont work, he softly nudge her body to wake her up. "Hm? cheol oppa?", Jane starting to get in touch with the reality.

"Wake up and get ready. Everyone's waiting for you in front of the room", he answered gently. He then starts combing her messy hair with his hand waiting for an answer. "Just tell em to come inside, sleepy", she said while yawning.

"Just come in guys!", he said with a louder voice. Still standing right beside Jane who's now in sitting position instead of lying down. All members and staffs starts to barged in and immediately in awed seeing her awakened-bared face.

"Jein! Woah, you look very pretty waking up. Woah... seventeen members, as expected, handsome and beautiful humans", Na PD said.

Still in between dream land-and-reality, the only sentence that comes out of her mouth is, "Whose birthday are we going to suprise? Oh- Why so many people?". Hearing that, Seungkwan and Mingyu bursts laughing. "Yah! Someone give her water", Hoshi said. Jeonghan hand her a bottle of water. "Oh-Na pd? 안녕하세요? [hi?]", now that she's quite awake after drinking some water.

"HAHA, hi jane. C'mon, get up, were finally going to do it.. today! Youth Over Flowers!"

Still in confusion, she answered lightly, "huh? what? where?"

"Italy noona, I-TAL-LI-A" Dino added. Her eye wide open, she was gagged and her mouth was wide open.

Then, they continued to go to the next room and wake up the last member, The8. On their way to The8's room. Jane was walking beside Scoups, still in her pajama. She quietly ask him, "What about you? Are you going to go too?". He chuckled and answer, "No, how can i go.. this will need a little bit longer time to heal". Hearing that, Jane starts to look concern and sad, even though, just a second before she looks so excited with this trip. Knowing Jane have a little bit issue with separating with her loved ones, even if it's only several day, Scoups side hug her and keep reminding her, "It's okay. You'll be okay. I'm going to be okay. We're all going to be okay. Go have fun".

"OK! You only have 3 minutes to prepare. Go go go!" Na PD announce.

"WOAH, Thank god i packed my bags already. I'm a prepare child, no wonder my MBTI is 'J' '", Jane talked with the cameraman. The next moment we know, she comes back in frame looking more fresh now that she already washed her face and teeth. She quickly put on some moisturiser and put on some lip gloss. "Y'know, i feel like i'm cheating the system here by packing a small bag, but who cares, i'm just a girl hihi."

She entered the room with her finished look wrapped in a cardigan and a simple shoes. She was greeted by Na PD saying, "Ah! Bag is not allowed. It's going to get confiscated. Put it here".

Jane trying to protect her belongings by stating, "Just this small pouch! Can i just bring this pouch? this is my necessity items". Girls that get it, get it. She get a pass... BUT, only a small pouch.

Seventeen members are still speechless though (even Jane herself), they can't believe to be fooled that easily by Na PD. "To be honest, it's really hard to fool all 14 of us", Dino said.

"It's really not easy! It's really not easy!", the others comments too.

"Especially, Jane. She could always predict when something's coming!"

A while later, 6.30. Time to head to the bus. On her way to go downstairs, she saw PLEDIS CEO... "OH- 대표님!", she urged to hug him before she go inside the elevator. "Have fun, okay?" he command.

"Sir yes sir!"

Before entering the bus, she went straight to have a goodbye hug with Scoups. "I'm going to miss you, A LOT" She said, hiding her face in his neck crook. He replied, "I'm going to miss you too nooka", while hugging her back.

He starts to let go of their hug, caressing her cheek, "Go, the others waiting for you". She looks at his eye, "Wait for me okay! I'm going to go back and bring you many maany souvenirs"

At Incheon Airport, while waiting for boarding time to Rome, she stopped by a bookstore. After looking around, she decided to buy one, to accompany her during the long flight.

At the same time when Mingyu's accident (his passport when missing) happened, Jane disappears too. Wonwoo's, being the first one to noticed it, tell the others, even to the staff that haven't board yet, to help look out for her. But, before the staff could go further into panic mode, Jane appeared from the plane's bathroom.

"Sunu-ya, you scared us to death. I thought you haven't boarded and got lost", Wonwoo approached her.

"Wah, what is wrong with today. Don't give me another heart attack please. I'm begging you. And, DK, why? just whyy DK-ya?", Na PD said inside the plane. The others just chuckled.

Throughout the flight, Jane just read her book. Being bored, Wonwoo starts to get curious and kept on peeking on her. "Watchu reading?", he said trying to get her attention. Receiving no reaction from Jane, he playfully grab her hand and starts playing with her fingers.

" 'The Collected Regrets of Clover', it's sooo good", she answered. Just as she's going to flip to the next page, she can't move her hand. She tried to wiggle it out, but there's no use. Her hand is still intact with his hand. "Wonu oppa, i can't flip the next page", she complained.

"I could do it for you!", he said, flipping the page grinning.

Once they landed in Rome, Jane and the other korean members went straight to the bus after they're done with the migration. Jane decided to stick with Wonwoo and have a seat beside him. While waiting, she decided to contact her mom and Scoups informing that they already landed safely.

She leaned on Wonwoo's shoulder, occasionally peeking his phone to see him playing 'Go-Stop' with the others.

Once The8 and Jun complete their migration process, the bus started to move.

"Oh! You came"

"You're here"

"Great job"

"Come on, come on, come on"

Jane's start chatting with Jun who's seated right behind her. "You okay?". "Yeah, just tired", he answered.

"The line must be long, aigoo, you did a great job juni oppa. Here, take a choco bar i steal from the airplane", she offers

"Ah, thanks uki!"

"You too Hao oppa", giving another choco bar to The8, who's sitting not far from her.

Not being in the conversation with the others, Jane's confused on why everyone's laughing. She just stare at Wonwoo, asking 'what happened' with her eyes. "Ah, the airport is called Lenoardo da Vinci. But, DK suddenly just said, Vernon, he thought it was the other Leondardo DiCaprio", he explained.

"Ahhh", hearing that, Jane needs time to process. Then, realisation hit her. Chuckling and teasing DK. But, she get teased back because she realized too late, the joke was already stale.

Once they arrive in front of the colosseum, Jane was so amazed by it. It never conquer to her that it will be this massive big. Then, they took their own time to observe and look around.

Jane followed The8 to observe and admire it by their own eyes (not forgetting to take a picture too!).

Before they all went back, they took a photo with Scoups whose in the phone with Hoshi. "Go back to sleep, don't forget to eat the medicine. Bye bye coupsie oppa!", Jane added before Hoshi ended the call.

Arriving at the Airbnb, she decided to live in the same room with Dino and Jun. Then, she play a game that Na PD insisted, until, he decided to end it because it's hopeless seeing the member keep winning in every round. Before going to bed, they receive a letter that Scoups wrote, which ofc Jane voluntary ask if she can read it.

" Thank you for picking my letter. I feel so sorry for you guys going without any preparation. I will be waiting for you well in Korea. You can use this card however you want, okay? Have fun. I love you.", she read it aloud.

FUN FACT: the voice behind "Nana tour~" in between scene is actually jane's voice

[roseofithaca]

Right! Here we go. Ghosts Finale Positivity Post as I rewatch.

- Robin being an excited little kid for Christmas is the cutest thing, even if it's Halloween.

- Alison's face when she's showing the ghosts Mia before she has to put the mask on. Also the fact one of her first priorities after giving birth was for Mike to call them and reassure her they're OK.

- "Since Alison come, it been my favorite time of year." I love you Robin, I love you, I love you.

- Nana Fanny is surprisingly sweet? I never imagined her being that maternal before, she never spoke of her children.

- "Robin want more." 🥺 HE IS SO BABY.

- "Think of the child, Alison!" Thomas just kills it with that line. 😂

- Julian caring about putting Robin in the Christmas mood. Chess Husbands are the Joey and Chandler of this show for me.

- Mike was fully about to reveal the truth to Betty but his wife said Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss. It's just so on point for them.

- "She doesn't want to see Fanny on camera." Has someone compiled all these jokes yet?

- Alison's little thumbs up to Julian, they are just chaos buddies.

- Mike being a terrible liar is hilarious.

- Mike warning the ghosts to leave! Like he has no real connection to these guys except through Alison but doesn't want any of them in danger. 🥺

- "Betty's bought the pastor!" "Pasta? That not very Christmassy." Robin I swear to god.

- That close in shot of Julian is the funniest scene in the episode. Also Robin "I think we should go-" chess husbands stick together.

- Kitty remembering Humphrey! She's always seemed to be the one who is most concerned for him. <3

- This. Just this.

- Thomas, normally the most self-obsessed git, being the one to jump into the line of fire to rescue Humphrey is also <3 <3

- This expression on Alison broke my heart and had me going "babygirl oh babygirl!" at my TV.

- But then.... 😁🥰😁

- CHESS HUSBANDS SHOULDER TOUCH

- As chaotic as the scene is, Kitty wanting to sing Mia a lullaby is cute and shows she's trying to move past her jealousy...I think.

- Fanny calling Alison her daughter. I'm not OK.

- This had me howling. 😂

- Mike saying "thanks guys." There's as many Mike / ghosts moments as Alison ones here.

- Julian being so happy Robin feels Christmassy!

- This could be an oil painting. My girl. 😭

- Best use of a song and lyrics timed with what's happening.

- THE PORTRAITS! Such a tiny detail but tells you Alison had her input into how the hotel was set up. She made it for her and Mike but she left it for THEM!

- The last we hear from Alison is her laughter. All these years. All these years and they are loving and LAUGHING together.

- Plague Ghosts always had to be the ones to bow us out. Again, while she wasn't super close to them, I like to think Alison suggested the pit as a good place for the spa, for them. 🥰

.....Okay that was a little better on second viewing ngl.

(For anyone wondering why I don't mention any of the PatCap moments, sorry I'm just not a big fan of baby scenes and babytalk etc.)

[yourheart-inmyhands]

Yesss I can finally request!!1!!!

Sorry I just wanted needed to know this 😔

Yan!Archons with a s/o who acts like a mother. Like with Zhongli, the s/o treats Xiao and Qiqi like their children. I feel like most of them would take advantage of it 💀💀

i'm pretty sure i've said it before but i don't particularly want kids but y'all give me awful baby fever D:<

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including delusional behaviors, uh honestly there isn't much in this one either, other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Venti thinks it’s cute, seeing the way you interact with the little kids around town. Diona and Klee adore you, loving that you always bring them snacks and treat them with such kindness. It especially warms his heart because he knows how absent their real parents are so he doesn’t mind letting you out of the house more often for their sake. He also won’t deny the absolute baby fever it gives him, the sudden urge to have children of your own taking over his mind entirely. 

Venti couldn’t help the smile on his face as he watched you play around with the two girls. They had insisted you help them with their hair, them having messed it up after playing tag in the city. He couldn’t deny the sudden urge to have a child of your own, a sweet little thing that was the perfect mix of the two of you. Archons couldn’t have children with humans though, so for now he was content to watch you interact with the local Mondstat kids, dreaming of the day you could have your own.

Yandere!Zhongli would find you parenting Xiao and QiQi to be quite humorous. He had spent many years trying to parent the angsty boy himself and yet you made much faster progress in a month. QiQi could also be quite the challenge and yet you had the patience of an Archon themself with her. A true gift to him and both the kids.

Zhongli watched as you scolded Xiao for getting hurt again, leaving QiQi to find him and bring him back to BuBu Pharmacy. It was quite funny to see the boy get so flustered, hands fiddling with his polearm. Zhongli had gotten on the boy's case many times about this and he never seemed to take it to heart, but you had a different effect on the male. Even QiQi seemed to naturally trust your judgment despite her forgetful nature. It warmed Zhongli’s heart to see you getting along so well with the two, loving her naturally you seemed to fall into the parental role. 

Yandere!Raiden doesn’t see any use in children, after everything with Kunikuzushi she simply has no desire to be in the parental role. She also believes it to be unnecessary for you as the two of you will never have children together. Despite this she will still allow you to interact with the local children, namely Sayu.

Raiden sighed as she saw you playing with the young girl in the courtyard, a lighthearted game of tag being played amongst the two of you. Sayu often came here to hide out from Kano Nana, enjoying the sunlight naps that you two would take or the fun, simple games you’d play. Tag was her favorite but she was also fond of hide and seek as well as eye spy. While Raiden would never outright tell you that she disapproved, she’d never join you either, making it known her opinion from across the way. Her subtle glare and cold shoulder all the proof you need. 

Yandere!Furina doesn’t like kids, she thinks that she should be the only one to get your undivided attention and that she’s plenty fun and entertaining. Why do you want to hang out with kids when she's already baby?

An annoyed huff left Furina’s as you continued to interact with the Melusines. You two were supposed to be out on a date together, not hanging out with the Melusines. It was Neuvillette’s job to look after them, not yours! You should be paying attention to her, giving her your love and time and focusing on what she has to say. She’s certainly going to throw a fit if it continues, and even more so if you just try to brush it off. You are Furina’s partner and you should be giving her all your love.

[your-nanas-house]

hi nana !

I’m currently under the weather with a chest infection):

Could you possibly write something fluffy for me with any of Cillians characters ??

Omg, darling 🥺 Hope you will recover quickly and that it's not too painful. 🍀 I did just 4 characters because I couldn't choose! And just little drabbles with soft/fluff moments. Let me know if you want other characters or something more specific!

'Lowering your guard'

◇ Pairing: Thomas Shelby X fem!Reader [(age gap) they are both off age]

His calloused fingers were rubbing slightly the skin of his nose as he pinched its bridge, a tired expression adorned his older face slightly hidden from his circulare shaped glasses

"I got it, eh... just come here" Tommy finally spit out gruffly, his usual cold eyes and stern look now softer than expected. His fingers pushed the glasses back in place before he gesturing you to approach his desk and armchair.

His thighs were already spread, his arms resting comfortably on the armrests ready to shift to hold your body as soon as you straddled him. His big hands, a bit dirty from the writing, started to rub your back, creating imaginary relaxing shapes.

The man didn't open his mouth, continuing to read through his papers as you rested on him, head on his broad shoulders and hands busy stroking his short hair.

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◇ Pairing: Robert Fischer X fem!Reader (lovers)

Your gaze was blank, staring at the wall of the hotel room as you laid in bed. The sheets shielding your half naked body from the cool breeze, making your skin react with goosebumps.

The only lights there were the soft one of the moon, shining through the half closed curtains and the dim light of the rich bathroom where Robert was freshing himself up after the previous intimacy.

You were lost in your own world and thoughts, not realizing immediately the warm hands that sneaked up from your leg to the curve of your hip nor the breath against the back of your neck.

"Do you mind if we could cuddle?" His whisper coming out almost hesitantly; you didn't comment or reply. You just shifted your body closer so that Robert could easily spoon you with a small smile.

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◇ Pairing: Patricia 'Kitten' Braden X fem!Reader (+ Charlie's child)

Your heartbeat was still racing from the lovely night you've spent with the woman next to you.

A lovely dinner, an amazing walk, and now a funny movie in an open cinema, in the cosiness of your car as you cuddle with her in the back seats

"I'm glad for this evening even if you had to bring your friend's Charlie kid along" you whisper, glancing down at the sleeping kid between you two.

Patricia didn't answer immediately, shifting her light eyes towards your face before offering you a tender smile and a kiss on your cheek, which left a beautiful mark made of her lip gloss.

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◇ Pairing: Jonathan Crane X fem!Reader (professor x university student)

It was odd but strangely not unpleasant. When he asked you a couple of days ago to grab a coffee with him, your reaction was one of pure shock and hesitation, but now you were glad to have made the right decision... even if you were sitting in front of your professor in a cosy cafeteria.

The strong but sweet liquid warmed up your throat as you swallowed; your eyes focused on Jonathan, Dr. Crane, glancing from his piercing eyes to his charming smile as he kept talking about something you weren't quite catching.

A soft music could be heard from the intimate table he had chosen, making the atmosphere even more romantic. The good conversation was just an addictional point to the whole "soft package".

"If I can be honest, Miss— Y/n, If I may... I'm glad you agreed to this"

"Me too, professor— sorry, the habit... Jonathan"

[marymary-diva17]

Heeeeeeeeeeeeeyyy!

Can I request a cute, fluffy tuk fic? Where she and reader just having some fun time together. Reader could be anyone. A mother, friend, sister, etc. I haven't seen much of tuk fics and I think she needs some attention too. Thank you darling! 🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙

Tuk x mom reader

Tuk is the baby if the family just seven years old when the war started once again, and still so young in life and to young to understand everything that was happening. There was one thing she understood the love and bond she had for her mama, since she was very small you and her had a wonderful bond. Mother and daughter always seem to be close together during good time and bad times in life.

y/n " good to be back home" you had arrived home after doing some task, you and entered the room to see the home was empty. You had thought it was empty until you spotted tuk.

y/n " hey baby girl I didn't know you will be home, I thought you will be out with the others"

tuk " they will not let me come as I'm to small and baby lo'ak called me that"

y/n " well your brother has big head that what he gets from his father" tuk soon laughed that what you had to say to her, as you soon sat next to her.

y/n " what else is the matter my little one"

tuk " I miss home but I love it here as well mama"

y/n " aww baby"

tuk " I always love making flower crowns at home but I can't do it here, or collect stuff and make jewelry .... I miss making art with everyone"

y/n " oh well I have something that might cure that honey" tuk soon looked at her mama with wonder, as you soon got up and walked towards a basket soon opening it.

y/n " come here and see baby" tuk soon got up and ran towards you soon see glad jar and their tops of many sizes and shapes in there, she knew she used them for you work.

y/n " grab one of them sweetie and I will grab on as well" tuk soon grabbed one she like as you grabbed another one, the little girl was bit confused as well.

tuk " mama what are we going to do"

y/n " well baby we are going to do some arts with these bottles that I have done when I was very young"

tuk " huh"

y/n " well we will collect things and place them into the bottle, and soon closed the bottles again and these can decorate our new home"

tuk " really can I put sand in them and seashells"

y/n " yes you can but we have to make sure if they can fit in"

tuk " this is so fun mama come on lets go I know a place with beautiful shells" tuk soon grabbed your free hand with her free hand and soon started racing towards the spot she knew. Soon the mother and daughter sat down in the sand as they started picking shells, and place them into bottles.

Tuk “ this is so fun mama”

y/n “ well I’m happy to know you are having fun baby girl”

Tuk “ l love this activity mama can we do more of these”

y/n “ yes we can baby girl you know I had made these with my mother when I was you’re age”

Tuk “ really mama you did this with your mom”

y/n “ yes we use to make them when I was on earth it was fun, that one we have in our home is the last one made with her before”

Tuk “ before what mama”

y/n “ before she had to go meet eywa baby girl but I took it with me when I left earth, as it meant so much to me”

Tuk “ in sorry for asking mama”

y/n “ it okay baby girl you nana was a amazing women and would of love to meet you and, all your other siblings and even see here”

Tuk “ well if I ever meet her I will tell her that you are a great mama”

y/n “ thank you baby girl now come on let’s see if we can make more of these bottles of the rest of the family”

Tuk “ really”

y/n “ yes we can’t go home with out more to share” Tuk eyes light up with excitement as she started looking for more shells to show off, to the family as you meet to get more bottles to use. You always love these times spending time with your child or children, as it help bring you closer to them and they felt more comfortable around you as well.

later on that day

Tuk “ mama these are so amazing”

y/n “ you did a good job baby girl you have the talent of the arts”

Tuk “ yeah”

???? “ hey anyone home oh there are my two favorite girls” Jake soon stepped into the home getting you and Tuk attention.

Tuk “ dad welcome home I had such a fun time today”

Jake “ oh did you”

Tuk” yes I got to hangout with mama and make these cute things, come look at them I made one for you as well”

Jake “ oh did you … hey these are sand bottles with sea shells I remember these from earth”

y/n “ yes I had some bottles laying around and decided to make these with our baby girl, and may I say she has talent”

Jake “ wow that good”

Tuk “ this one is for your dad do you love it”Tuk soon showed Jake his bottle, and Jake soon took it and smiled.

Jake “ I love it baby girl” Jake soon gave tuk a big smile and he was very proud of his artwork, tuk smiled brightly as well

????? " what going on here" soon neytiri had entered the home with the older kids.

Jake " look honey at the artwork tuk did today" Jake had showed off the bottle towards neytiri and the other kids.

neytiri " you did that my tuk"

tuk " yes mommy mama showed me how to make them we made some for ourselves, and soon made some of everyone else come see"

neteyam " wow tuk this is amazing"

tuk " really"

neteyam " yes little sis"

lo'ak " wow you and mama made these all"

y/n " well tuk did all the work I was just there just in case she need help"

lo'ak " hey tuk can you help me make one for tsireya"

kiri " oh your girlfriend"

lo'ak " leave me alone I just want to make her a gift"

tuk " sure lo'ak we can do that"

kiri " wow these shells are so beautiful tuk you found the right ones"

tuk " I'm so happy you love them mama you were right I can still make art, even due I'm not home"

y/n " see baby girl I will always make sure you have a smile on your face" tuk soon hugged you as the family looked on happy to see mother and daughter having a sweet relationship. Tuk even helped her siblings and cousin learn how to make them as well, which made you smile seeing your baby girl find some happiness after everything that had happen for someone so young.

[tinkerbelle05]

Maybe We Will Get Through This Together Part 2

Characters: Jaime Reyes x Fem!reader

Genre: Angst, hopeful ending

Summary: You find out that you pregnant while Jaime is at college and, you have yet to tell him.

Warnings: alludes to past sexual experiences, talks of pregnancy, adoption, and abortion, talks about financial insecurity, arguing, lying, mentions of miscarriage

Special thanks to @scryarchives once again for their help!

Part 1 (you should probably read this lol)

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You took a deep breath, “Jaime, I'm pregnant.”

He laughed, “What? What do you mean you're pregnant?”

You swallowed, “I am not joking. I've done all the tests. I am definitely pregnant.”

“We should give this time some privacy,” Nana proposed, and the rest of the family exited the restaurant and left you two alone.

Jaime blinked several times, trying to wrap his mind around this. You felt bad, this was a lot of information in just a few short moments.

“Um…um okay, how far along you? Wait…wait a minute,” he said suddenly with a confused look on his face. “How…how are you pregnant? We haven't had sex in months?”

Right, that part. You grimaced at this and started to explain yourself to the best of you ability.

“Um, okay so I’ve known I was pregnant for awhile. Um for about 3 months,” you admitted and hung your head in shame.

At the time, it seemed like a good idea. To hold off telling Jaime but right now, it didn’t feel like a good idea.

“So you lied?” Jaime asked bluntly and his eyes burning into your soul. “You lied, to my face. For months?”

Tears started to prickle into your eyes as you looked away from him, “I’m so, so sorry Jaime. I…I thought…”

“You thought it would be a good idea to lie to my face! To hide something like this from me?! How could you do that?! Why would you do that?! Every face time, every text message. You knew and just didn’t tell me,” Over the loud yelling and scathing glare, you could see his eyes becoming glossy.

Saying sorry was all you could do. The confidence you had that this was the right choice was completely shattered when you saw how upset Jaime was.

And wasn’t that just cruel irony. You chose to do something to make sure Jaime didn’t get hurt, but you ended up doing it anyway.

Jaime held his face in his hands, taking deep breathes to calm himself down.

“How far along?” He asked again.

“4 months,” you answered.

“4 months? I…I missed that much,” he mutter under his breath, lost in thought.

“Jaime, really I’m sorry. I….I just didn’t know how to tell you, and you were busy with school so I didn’t want to bother you,” you started rambling off an explanation but no matter what you said, it still didn’t seem right.

He looked at you in shock, “Bother me? How…how would telling me that your pregnant with my child is bothering me? How?!”

“Well you worked really hard to get into that college, and I thought knowing I was pregnant could distract you. And I didn’t want that so…”

Jaime looked at her, “So you lied to me for months because you decided that it would be best for me? Do you know how messed up that sounds?”

You sniffed, “Yes, I do, and I’m so, so, sorry.”

Jaime cleared his throat, “Well…is the baby alright?”

You numbly nodded. Jaime had a change the topic of the conversation, asking questions about the baby. But you could still feel the tension simmering around you, and could tell that he's obviously still mad.

After that you two walled home in utter silence. When you came home, the questions on the family’s face was obvious but they didn't speak it. Jaime didn't speak either, a small greeting and he went to his room.

God, where were you going to sleep tonight?

You don't think Jaime would ever kick you out but well you don't know exactly how he would react. You both had your fair share of arguments but they were never silent.

Cold, even.

For the next few weeks, you and Jaime co-existed in silence. You would sleep in the same bed with your backs turned to each other. You would eat the same dinner table but never talked directly to each other.

You were fixing your hair and getting your clothes on when Jamie entered the room. It was awkward staring and then silence, as usual.

“Where are you going?” he asked, noting your appearance.

“I have a doctor’s appointment,” you answered. You looked at the open dresser, none of shirts would fit you right now.

Jaime’s would though.

Before you would take the shirt without asking, but with how your relationship is, it felt like an overstep.

“Um, Jaime?” you turned around to see him getting dressed too. “What are you doing?”

“Going to the appointment with you,” he answered. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

You winced, “Well…I didn’t think you would want to go with. Oh, and can I wear one of your shirts? None of my fit.”

Jaime stared at you, “Of course I want to go with, it’s my kid too. And since when have you ever asked for my shirts?”

You were struggling to come up with an answer, you hoped it was a rhetorical one but Jaime had an expectant gaze on you.

Jaime sighed when you didn’t speak and came closer to you, “Listen, I’m…I’m still angry with you, at you. But I still love and care for you, that will never change.”

You sniffed and hastily wiped your eyes, “Hormones,” you said and he nodded.

You quickly got dressed and you both went to your doctor’s appointment together.

You were nervous but excited, like you were for every appointment. You hoped for good news but always prepared yourself for the worst.

Though it was nice to have someone to go with you this time, maybe it’ll stop all of those judgmental stares that people think are not noticeable.

You settled into the bed while Jaime sat on the chair, holding your bag. It was quiet in the room and you didn’t know how to break the silence.

Even though Jaime expressed he still loved for you, it was still rather awkward.

The sonographer walked with a small smile on her face and a cheerful voice, “Hi, how are we doing today?”

Both you and Jaime answered a “Fine” and the woman sat in the chair.

“And who are you?” She asked Jaime.

“Oh, I’m Jaime Reyes, her boyfriend. Nice to meet you,” he introduced himself and shook her hand.

She smiled, “Nice to meet you too, my name’s Katie.”

You’ve been through this process before, you answered all of her questions on autopilot and didn’t even flinched when the cold goop was placed on your belly.

You saw Jaime intensively watching though, his eyes never leaving you or the multiple instruments.

“And here’s the fetus,” Katie pointed to the screen, using her finger she pointed out all of the features that your baby had.

You smiled softly and felt yourself tearing up, you looked at Jaime and saw him staring at the screen in wonder.

“Would you like to see the gender?” She asked.

“We can find that out this early?” Jaime marveled with hopeful eyes.

Eyes you haven’t seen in a while, it made you happy.

She nodded and moved the joystick around a bit and then stopped with a quiet gasped. “There, your having a little boy.”

“Really?” Jaime asked in a quiet voice and glossy eyes.

Katie smiles and the rest of the appointment goes by smoothly. She prints out copies of the ultrasound for you guys and soon you left the doctor’s office.

“God, he’s beautiful.” Jaime said, touching the picture delicately.

You chucked, “You can’t even see most of the baby’s features.”

“They are our baby. They’re gonna be beautiful, no matter what,” Jaime said and you smiled at him.

You felt things were getting better, slowly but surely.

Of course, it hurts not having Jaime’s complete trust but, well you made your own bed and now you must lie in it.

You just hoped that one day Jaime’s trust you again. You’ll do whatever it takes and wait as long as it takes to gain it back.

Maybe, you’ll get through this.

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[dreaming-hibi]

KHR Chapters 378 - 379

I've once again fallen into my re-reading habit, I really should stop but I just want to be sure of every decision I make for my fic but anyway.

This time I was on a mission to find that one chapter where Nana was directly confronted with the truth of what was going on (context: Bermuda attacked the Sawada house and saw an opportunity in Nana, therefore he attacked her but Iemitsu intervened and protected her, losing his boss watch just as Bermuda had wanted).

I vaguely remembered this scene very simply as: Iemitsu protected Nana, Nana fainted from the shock, she woke up and thought it was all a dream.

Now, HOWEVER, after re-reading the chapter, the whole thing has gained a new meaning for me.

First of all, Nana didn't faint because of the attack — which was what I thought had happened, after all, this was her first time being attacked and it's natural to faint in the face of that. But nope, Nana fainted because she saw that Iemitsu was bleeding.

Second of all, Bianchi is the one to beg them to lie to Nana about what happened. She goes on to say things like: "Why does Maman have to go through something so painful?!" and "Please, when Maman regains consciousness, tell her all of this was just a dream!", which is something I never expected out of her.

This kind of action from Bianchi is unexpected, and contradictory to what we had been shown of her.

[Chapter 236, Boycott, Tsuna shouting at Bianchi and Bianchi answering: "I haven't told them anything. These girls came to this conclusion through their own will and strength."]

Back in chapter 236, Tsuna suspects TYL!Bianchi of having told Kyoko and Haru about the mafia, because they were demanding to be included in the fighting. TYL!Bianchi is rather calm about the whole thing, while she didn't tell them, she doesn't make any kind of move to stop them from knowing. She doesn't protest against them knowing, actually, she supports their boycott.

[Chapter 236, Boycott, Bianchi saying, "Sorry Tsuna, I'm together with the girls on this."]

TYL!Bianchi supports the girls being included in some kind of way. Had she been against this, we would have known. But she's not, furthermore, she goes as far as explaining why she thinks their boycott is failing. She gives two reasons as to why:

"They don't want you to change" Bianchi explains to the girls that the situation is being kept secret from them because the boys fear "knowledge might change them". That once they know the truth, they will change into someone else. "Thinking that the person they're interested in will never change, that's just a man's fantasy and nothing else." Bianchi herself seems to think the whole notion is stupid, which is a sure sign that she's in favor of the girls knowing. She wouldn't claim the notion as just a "man's fantasy" if she didn't at least think it was a tad bit nonsensical. Bianchi knows the mafia, she knows the kind of power knowledge holds in such situations. Withholding precious information has never done anyone any good (she's literally seen this in her brother).

2. Pride "Those boys think men should protect women. They're betting their prides on not showing you the ugly sides of this world." While Bianchi calls men who think like that "illogical" and "selfish", she also expresses admiration for the men who risk their lives for such pride.

TYL!Bianchi supports the girls' right to know, listening to their side of the story and understanding where they are coming from, but she also offers to show the girls where the boys are coming from.

Anyway, TYL!Bianchi shows a behavior that contradicts what Bianchi will go on to do with Nana. I do understand that their situations are different (the girls are IN the future and it starting to be increasingly obvious how dangerous it could get for them if they don't know at least some of what's going on), BUT

Nana is a fucking adult.

Nana is married and has a child and SHOULD have the damn emotional maturity to be included in the know.

Everyone goes on about, and rather strongly at that, how they CANNOT under ANY circumstances get Nana involved in the fight. But like, that's an adult? That's an adult woman who has a 14 year old child?? Okay, fine, don't get her involved in the fighting, but she should at least know WHAT THE FUCK is going on.

ALSO, she wouldn't have been in danger HAD SHE JUST KNOWN. Ignorance is never bliss for this reason. If you think that not teaching someone about danger is for their safety, then you are a freaking idiot and WILL have that person walking right into danger because of the ignorance you contributed to.

I just think someone should tell Nana about the mafia. Maybe she will take better care of Tsuna and divorce Iemitsu.

[yourstrulylightstar283]

Letting It Out (My Wander Over Yonder AU One Shot)

The following one contain subject matters, discretion is advised.

If you and/or your loved ones are struggling, I'm here for you all and you're not alone.

For disclaimer, I don't own Wander Over Yonder and its characters.

Letting It Out (A Wander Over Yonder AU One Shot), its concept and Wander's parents (My OCs, mentioned only) (c) @yourstrulylightstar283 (Me)

P.S. I originally considered to do Big City Greens fanfic 'Road to Healing' but I decided to write Wander Over Yonder AU fanfic 'Letting It Out' instead. I'm sorry for the inconvenience.

P.S. #2 - @auradaparanormal, thank you for your help and support & I appreciate it.

P.S. #3 - In this AU, Wander is not an immortal and Star Nomads are not immortal either. He is 28 years old in this. When Wander was a child, he was a good-natured, friendly, helpful, outgoing, energetic and optimistic boy (Though he was at times, overly-optimistic and naive.) who lived with his parents and nana(grandmother) peacefully and happily, traveling with them along with his fellow Star Nomads across the galaxy and helping others with them. But at the age of 9, his life was broken when nearly all of Star Nomads including his nana and parents were killed by Lord Dominator, making him the last of his kind(He managed to escape, thanks to his family's sacrifice - After Wander's parents were killed, his nana managed to shoot and fatally injure Lord Dominator and with her dying last breath, Lord Dominator killed Wander's nana.). The trauma of those terrifying, depressing, horrible events made Wander guilt-ridden, grieving, somber and quiet, though he still remains kind-hearted, friendly, good-natured and helpful. He also has been fighting to survive, help, protect and take care of others including his best friend Sylvia(They met when Wander helped Sylvia with rescuing the little kids safely from their kidnappers when he was 19 and they've been traveling together as best friends to each other and taking care of each other since.). Wander tends to bottle up his emotions until he's ready to break. Also, Sylvia is more kinder, calmer, patient and mellow in this AU, though she still has a fiesty side.

Summary: Wander (Who is physically (But mended physically, though still covered in bruises and cuts) and emotionally hurt) finally lets his emotions out and Sylvia comforts him.

Wander was covered in some bandages because Sylvia had to take care of his wounds after a rough fight, though his face and body were still covered in bruises and cuts.

The next dawn, when Sylvia woke up from sleep, she quickly saw and noticed that Wander was sitting quietly with staring up at the starry night sky to try to distract himself from his trauma desperately. So Sylvia's deep violet-blue eyes were filled with compassionate empathy for him and she told him with a gentle tone, "Wander, I'm here if you wanna talk, but if you just want to keep stargazing and not talk about it, we can do that too."

Wander turned around to look at Sylvia with his brilliant azure eyes filled with tears. He managed to say with a silent but tearful, shaky tone. "W-When I was 9, my nana and parents died saving me from Lord Dominator when she killed almost all of my kind... Lord Dominator died too... I'm the last of my kind. I-I miss my kind including my family and... and... it's my fault that they're gone for good..."

"I understand that's difficult and I appreciate your openess, Wander. It's not your fault and your kind including your family wouldn't want you to be harsh on yourself. It's okay to let your emotions out. I'm here for you and you're not alone," said Sylvia with her voice full of empathy and compassion.

Finally, Wander let himself to break and he sobbed with tears dripping down his cheeks freely as Sylvia gently embraced him.

The End.

[criminalmindswhore]

Family Affair - The Smile of a Child

TW: the word whore, child abuse, past relationships, murder, violence, adultery 

Authors Note: The title of each of the chapters is a song title, happy listening. 

PS: This chapter is named after the song  Reid played with the little boy in an episode.

There was an awkward tension in the air as we exited the room and into the hallway. She stopped out of sight from my sister, but not the team. She turned and looked at me arms crossed, "Y/N, we haven't spoken since that night and I need to clear the air." You fidgeted with your hands not looking at her. You took a calming breath trying to force the tears in your eyes away. You looked up at the light and blinked a few times. "I'm sorry Amber, I didn't mean to hurt you. I just needed a clean cut from this place, obviously, it didn't work but I never planned on coming back here," you spoke as calmly as possible, memories of that day ringing in your ears. "You didn't need to end it that way, but I'm sure you know that now. We've both grown and matured." She chuckled at the stupid ways you both had as teenagers. You didn't speak, eyes still fixed on the ground. "Y/N look at me please," she pleaded knowing it was the only way to get you to talk to her. 

Spencer saw the two of you and noticed your body language, "Emily, is there Y/N okay?" Emily turned on the desk she was propped on to look at you, she knew you probably had a lot of ghosts here. She noticed how you fidgeted, and how small you looked. She's never seen you so small, "I'm sure it's probably about her parents." She had an inkling it was more but she didn't want to assume. Spencer nodded before continuing on about the statistics of murders in small towns like yours. Emily tried to focus on him, but she was worried about you. 

"Amber I said horrible things to you that night. You didn't deserve any of that. I was angry at my parents, at the world, at everything. I didn't want you to be here anymore either, or Kate," You paused to look away from her eyes for a moment to keep from crying, guilt washing over you. "I'm sorry I called you that." The word rang in your head louder than the station's noise and clatter, whore whore whore whore whore. "I forgave you a long time ago, that's what I wanted to tell you Y/N. We were kids, you were leaving your sister in an impossible situation. Y/N I think that's why he took their," she didn't want to say it, so you nodded, "Should I tell them or you?" You smiled, she always knew how hard it was for you to talk about it. It made you feel a little warm knowing after all this time and change, she still knew you somehow. "I can tell them, just be there for me?" Amber smiled widely at you. She pulled you into a deep hug, shocking Emily. You hated being touched but you just sank into her grasp, resting your head in the crook of her neck. Emily watched as Amber's hands sat lower than friendly. A twang of pain hit her heart. You pulled from Amber wiping the stray tear that escaped, "Let me tell Kate that I'm going to go help the team. Could you call our grandmother to come be with her?" Amber was taken aback, "You're sure?" You shook away the chill that crept up your spine, "Yeah, I don't want her alone right now. Just because my relationship with the woman is ruined doesn't mean she's not still Kate's Nana." 

"Alright, Y/N whenever you're ready." Hotch gave you a reassuring nod. You stood in front of the team, Amber beside you. They all sat around a table in the privacy of a conference room. You looked at their faces before starting. "I am going to tell you guys a lot of information so be ready. It's a lot and I know it won't change your perception of me. I trust you guys and it's vital for this case." They all nodded giving you reassuring looks. You opened up the can of worms you left untouched on a shelf for a decade, fuck this. Amber could sense your nervousness and gave your shoulder a squeeze. "My parents were horrible to Kate and I growing up. They were the kind of parents where nothing was good enough to please them. This led to a lot of screaming, belittling, and hitting. I remember one day in particular when I placed second in the state track meet. My parents were pissed and the second we got home all hell broke loose, they went off on me. My dad threw me into the fridge so hard it left a dent." The team looked at you with nothing but sadness and pain for you. You had to look away, "Amber, sorry, Detective Jones and I, think that's why the hands are gone. They can't hurt us anymore. That narrows it down a lot because barely anyone knew about it. Everyone knew my parents were strict with us, but every parent in this town is. You almost have to be with how easy it is to fall into bad habits." I winced remembering the summer I fell off the wagon and how hard Dad hit me when he found out. "Y/N, we need to know everyone who knew," Hotch spoke in a gentle tone, I nodded. Amber laid her hand on my shoulder, "I'm on that list." She stepped to stand closer to me, and Emily noticed immediately. The team took this information and started looking at the case again. You sat down at the table and wrote down 5 names, 

1. Amber Jones

2. Gloria Y/L/N, your Nana

3. Mildred Jones, your Mom's best friend

4. Pastor Brown, the pastor at your church 

5. Paul Brooks, your Dad's best friend

Hotch took the list and stepped out to call Garcia. The rest of the team left you alone with Amber, you just sat there still and quiet. Amber sat in the chair beside you and grabbed your hand. It felt natural to have her comfort you again, you missed her, but not in the way she obviously missed you. You let her comfort you though, you were allowed to be selfish right now, right? 

Just as you felt yourself coming back to the ground, your Nana walked into the station demanding to see you. Your world felt so odd, 10 years ago you left this place with no intentions of returning and now you were about to speak to Gloria. You let go of Amber's hand and walked out of the room. The second she saw you, she ran to you throwing her arms around you, "Oh sweetie I missed you." You didn't hug her back. Her whole demeanor shifted when she saw Amber follow you out of the room. She let go of you and readjusted her purse on her shoulder, "I see you still haven't come to your senses." Her voice was full of venom. "Gloria, please not now. Please." You pleaded with her, the death of your parents was enough, you didn't need her homophobia. She stared into your eyes, you looked hollow. She left you alone and went to search for Kate. Amber patted your back before following her to question her. Emily was quick to take her place, but never touched you. You were grateful. She smiled at you, "Wanna go get some air?" You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in. "Yes please, I didn't think this would be so much for me." She followed your lead out of the doors and out into the sunshine. 

The town was quiet, with a few people walking their dogs. You started down the block knowing this place like the back of your hand. Emily stuck her hand in her back pockets. You took a deep breath smelling the town you had not missed for one single second, "I never thought I would be on this street again. Nothing ever happens here." Emily's interest peaked, "Nothing?" You giggled, "A couple of teenagers caught in the backseat of some vandalism, but never this." You turned to look at her over your shoulder, "The last murder was in 1974, a wife caught her husband cheating and chopped off his you know what." Emily laughed out loud, "Sounds like he deserved it." Your mouth hung open before you smacked her arm, "Emily Prentiss! You can't say things like that!" You laughed, and Emily smiled widely at you. "There's that laugh." You came to a stop outside the local sports bar and turned around to stand in front of her. She always had a way to make you feel better, Amber just made you feel everything more. Emily was the light in your dark, dark mind, "Thank you for taking me out of there. I feel like I can breathe. My Nana and I haven't spoken in 10 years." Emily's brows furrowed, "That's the first time you've called her Nana and not Gloria." Your smile faltered, "Yeah, I always wanted a relationship with my grandparents but after they found out about Amber and I kissing at church, that wasn't a possibility. They even tried to send me away." Emily shivered, knowing the pain. "You're not alone Y/N, ever. You can always talk to me, I might relate more than you know." Your eyes snapped to hers, a pain now visible in them. "Em-" "Y/N, it's okay. I'm okay." She knew you were going to apologize, Amber could never guess what you were going to say. You gave her a small smile. "Ready to head back?" You shook your head, pulling her into the sports bar, "You have to try Paul's wings. Honestly, it's probably the only thing I can think about eating. I ate her almost every night after getting yelled at by my dad." Emily laughed at you being excited over wings. 

"Paul!" You leaned against the bar, Emily standing beside you. A goofy smile on her face at how you went from crying to smiling. "Y/N! Welcome back kiddo!" A burly man appeared from the back and came around the bar wrapping you in a bear hug, the kind of hug a dad gives you. He kept his hands on your shoulders and looked at your face, concern written all over his expression, "How are you doing Goose?" Emily quirked her eyebrows, "Goose?" You laughed and looked at her, "I had a tendency to attack unprovoked when I was a kid because I was always angry, for obvious reasons." You turned back to Paul, "I'm doing okay. Being back here has been the worst part honestly. I never wanted to come back and now I'm gonna see every familiar face due to the circumstances." You wiped your hands on your pants, Paul sensed your closed-off manners and went back behind the bar. "Do you want your usual?" Your jaw dropped, "There's no way you remember my order Paul it's been 10 years." He laughed and you two spoke at the same time, "6 buffalo wings with tot and extra ranch. No celery." All 3 of you laughed. This sense of familiarity felt like a breath of fresh air in a place it's hard to breathe. Paul disappeared into the kitchen and Emily tapped your shoulder, "Are we splitting 6 wings?" Shit. "Paul make it 12 wings!" He shouted back in the affirmative. "Sorry, my head is everywhere." You gave her a nervous smile, "Y/N, don't apologize for anything right now. There is a lot going on right now, you are here of all of places." She grabbed your hand, her skin as soft as feathers. You gave her a thankful smile. 

After scarfing down your wings you and Emily returned to the station where things were heating up. You walked in to see your grandma yelling at Hotch. "I don't care what you're saying, your actions are showing agents not doing anything." You sighed and approached them, standing beside Hotch making it very clear what side you were on here. "Gloria, it takes time to figure out who it is. We can't just go and question every single person in this town, it could spook whoever did this into fleeing or acting out. For your safety, this team's safety, and the safety of innocent people, we have to take more time figuring out who to talk to," Her face fell and she stared into you, "Please, go back with Kate and wait. I know it's frustrating, I know it seems like we aren't making progress but we are the best at what we do." Gloria took a ragged breath and stormed off. "Hotch I'm sorry, she's a pain." Hotch rubbed your shoulder, in the most boss way possible, "Don't worry about it. Why don't you and JJ go talk to Kate and ask if she's noticed anything going on? Reid and Rossi are at the scene right now."  

"Kate, have you noticed anything weird going on with the parents?" Kate shook her head, "No, they've been doing the same routine. No new names or faces." JJ spoke up, "Has there been someone they weren't close with in the past that they've been seeing more recently?" Kate looked up at you, "Um, yeah. Amber was at the house last week." You looked out the window at her, "Did they ever say why?" JJ's voice was soft, "They said she was looking for Y/N for them, trying to figure out where she worked now. They used her to keep up to date with her." A chill ran down your spine, why did they care all of a sudden? They could've just called. JJ looked at you, "Y/N do you think she could be responsible for this?" You looked back at her, "No, she wouldn't hurt a fly." She never even hated you for what you did. "Kate, have you noticed a shift in behavior in any of your parent's friends?" Paul immediately came to mind. Paul was the only one of their friends who ever saw an issue with how they treated you two. "Paul, my dad's best friend got really distant when I moved out. It was almost like he put on a front with them until Y/N and I both moved out." You smiled at Kate, trying to comfort knowing it's not easy to talk about their parents in general, but especially now. "Okay, Kate one more question. Did your parents have any work done on the house and have people in and out?" Kate nodded, "They were renovating the upstairs rooms. Dad wanted an office and Mom wanted a craft room. They had people in and out for a couple of weeks now." JJ stood up, "Thank you, Kate." JJ left the room, you sat there for a moment lingering. "Y/N, can you be honest with me? Do you think this was a stranger?" You sighed, "No." You left the room and met with the rest of the team in the conference room. "This wasn't a stranger and I hate to say it but I think it was Paul." Your tone was cold, with no emotion in your voice. It made the whole team look at you with concern, "Please don't, I am fine." Morgan went to speak, "Derek, don't." You picked at your fingers. "Okay, Paul?" 

After hours and hours of looking at Paul's movement the day your parents died, Hotch sent you away to go rest. The team wasn't going to rest until they solved this, but Hotch knew it was an emotional day for you. "Hotch I'm fine." He raised an eyebrow at you, "Go find a couch, go take a a nap." Emily butt in after him, "I promise, I'll wake you if anything happens." You knew by the way she and Hotch looked at you, that you were not going to win this. You peeked in on Kate who was sleeping before finding a couch in the corner. Amber soon found you, "Do you need a blanket?" You lay down and shook your head. She left you alone but not before she rubbed your head for a moment. The comfort felt nice but it wasn't the person you wanted to comfort you. 

You wanted Emily. Almost as if you were thinking out loud, she appeared. Sitting by your feet, "Do you need anything?" She had the sweetest look in her eyes and you felt yourself warm up from it alone, "Can you hold my hand?" She nodded and adjusted to sit comfortably around you, she grabbed your hands and traced shapes with her other. The warmth from her hand and her perfume brought you enough comfort to close your eyes. She whispered something as you fell asleep, but you couldn't hear her as exhaustion took over. 

You woke up to Reid calling your name, "Y/N we found something but we need your help." You shot up immediately and found the team standing around the corner. "Y/N did Paul ever mention a relationship with your mother?" You came to a full stop, "What? Like an affair?" Morgan nodded. "I mean I don't think Paul would do that, but my mom having an affair wouldn't be surprising. Paul is one of the best people, I've always loved and trusted him." Reid shifted, his tell. "What did you find?" You glared at him, he would be the easiest to break. "We found pictures on an online forum of Paul and your mom kissing in the sports bar." Decades of trust you've built with that man shattered. "Mom cheated?" Kate spoke from behind you, Gloria beside her. You didn't even turn to face them, "Yeah, she did." Gloria cursed, "That whore, cheating on my son." Your jaw tightened. "Don't call her that." Gloria took a step towards you, you could feel everyone's eyes on you. "What was that?" You finally turned to face her, "Don't call her a whore. Your son abused all 3 of us. He got so into her head that she started hurting us too. God forbid she have an ounce of happiness before she died." She was silent, she knew you were right. "Kate let's go get some food." She walked out, Kate following behind her. Emily laid a hand on your shoulder, "We know Paul didn't kill them now Y/N. He wouldn't kill the woman he was with." You nodded. 

You looked at Hotch, "I think Amber killed them." You spoke quietly so that none of the officers overheard you. He crossed his arms over his chest and thought for a second, "Everyone in the room, Y/N explain."

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

Hello. Okay, so I'm going to start this off with 'this might be an crazy thing to ask'.

I just saw your post from January about Nana Shimura, and I feel like I'm insane.

I'm legitimately not trying to be belligerent here, but can you please explain to me, in your opinion, why you think that it is Nana's fault for anything that has happened in relation to her? I'm just trying to understand, because I don't see how anything could necessarily be her fault solely. Specifically when talking about the 'creation' of Tomura.

If AFO had wanted to get his hands on someone from that bloodline, if only to be a bastard or whether it was for an actual reason, he would have done it regardless of what Nana's choices would have been.

And I can't help but notice the fact that all of this skips an entire generation. Everyone is so quick to blame Nana for doing what humans do, I.E. having a husband and a child, and I feel I'm not really qualified to speak on that front because I never have wanted children and I don't foresee that changing at this ripe old age I'm at, so I'm not even going to go into whether or not I think it was wrong of her to have a family.

I just find it very interesting that people are blaming Nana for something that happened literal years after her own physical death. Things that happened at the hands of her own son. Things that would have never happened had it not been for her son, that she had no part in.

It's just that the way I see it, that man had years upon years to come to terms with what his mother had done in order to protect him, but in the end he failed anyway. Whether he knew it or not he failed more than his own mother did. He failed and he gave his fucking own child over to this horrible person, and he couldn't have been completely ignorant of that, let's be honest. Whether or not what she did was the right choice, Nana gave him up for a reason, and the fact that he couldbut possibly put himself in his mother's shoes, after how many years? Is more telling of him than it is of her.

Even if what Nana did wasn't the right choice, then what WAS the right choice? How was there a wrong or a right choice when you could never possibly predict the outcomes of whatever you chose to do? In my opinion, people are trying to pin everything on Nana when all she was doing was doing the best she could with what she was given, and I think that's unfair and stupid.

I haven't been following you for long, but I've seen your posts for quite a while, so I actually do respect your opinion, which is why I am asking you.

I really don't like the way Horikoshi writes women as a whole in this particular story, and I don't know if that's a track record of his or if this is his only work or whatever, I don't really pay attention to that sort of thing. And that's a whole other post for another time. But I just find it really weird that everyone seems to be coming after Nana while simultaneously defending her son, when her own son is the one who is committing these atrocities long after she is dead?I find it very weird indeed.

Sorry for the long post, I have far too many feelings about MHA.

First of all, sorry for taking so long to answer and thank you for taking the time to write this ask 💜

Nana Shimura is one of my favorite bnha female characters because of how complex and flawed she is!!!

Here's the short answer:

Regardless of the actions of the people around her, Nana Shimura had a responsibility with her son as a mother and with the world as a hero.

We all have to make decisions without knowing the outcomes. That's life. It doesn't absolve us from the consequences of our actions. It also doesn't mean we are evil, but simply human. It is in our nature to make mistakes and make bad decisions sometimes.

It seems extremely harsh to judge a woman for doing her best against an enemy that was so much stronger than her, but that's the whole point of writing a character like Nana. There are no easy answers.

What was the correct thing to do instead of abandoning Kotaro? How could she have won against AFO? How could one (1) woman do both and do it well?

Nana isn't responsible for what Kotaro did so many years after she left him, but she did leave him. She had a son and then left him because she needed to be a hero. We don't know the exact circumstances of how she had Kotaro, but many fans ask why she had him if she knew her hero job would put him at such risk. Or why she chose to be a hero over being his mother.

Logically, we know it was to save the world. It's just that her choice isn't black and white. She caused a lot of pain in doing what she did, even if she contributed to a lot of joy.

AFO defeating her was inevitable. Like her OFA predecessors, they were alone on their journey. See, it took Deku an army to fight AFO and his influence.

There's also the fact that Nana took Toshinori in after she left Kotaro. Of course she only did it because the kid meant to sacrifice himself for the cause just like her, but it doesn't erase the parallel between Toshinori and Kotaro. One got to enjoy her company until she died because he had the right conditions to be her heir while the other lost her forever because she loved him.

Sadly, her love didn't save Kotaro and didn't make All Might's life easier.

Any person with responsibilities is a person with failures. That rings true for every single bnha hero and villain.

The way I see it, people either have a reason to hate her or not.

Some dislike her 'cause she left Kotaro. Some are unreadable in their judgment and hate her just because she is a woman. Some just dislike her general writing or don't enjoy her type of character.

At the end of the day, Nana Shimura is still a tremendous female character. She inspired All Might himself (he who is hailed as the best hero of all times). She faced AFO alone and she died mocking him with a smile. She sacrificed her happiness and all the things dear to her in order to save the world. Nana passed down OFA and kept hope alive in a time full of violence and chaos. She is one of the best female pro-heroes to have existed and the only female OFA user. He was freaking jacked with muscle because her quirk was float.

Her flaws depict her greatness and the weight on her shoulders. Nana Shimura, everyone.