#put (adopted) so the fun police would leave me alone!

[rafey-baby]

rafe has always been close with his sister…  

c/w: incest, dubcon, oral (m receiving), rafe being a perv about his (adopted) sister & her being inexperienced, 18+ mdni!

wc: 1.7k

part two & moodboard

if this is something u don’t like, scroll & read something else xx   

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Her big brother has always been rather overbearing, which is something she’s tried to shrug off as him merely being protective, but as far as her understanding of siblings goes— they aren’t supposed to act the way Rafe does.  

Ever since they were little, Rafe has been weird about everyone in their strange family, but sometimes it makes her feel gross when he barges into her room while she’s changing— not even bothering to cover his eyes as he sits down on her mattress and starts ranting about something completely irrelevant.

It makes her feel disgusting when she notices the subtle smirk tugging at his mouth as his gaze narrows down onto whatever bare sliver of skin she’s hurriedly trying to hide from his borderline hungry eyes.   

And she doesn’t particularly enjoy when he gets wasted or high off of whatever he’s snorted at some stupid party and insists that he just has to sleep next to her because he’s not feeling good. And despite her drowsy complaints, he’s always snuggling too close for comfort with his hands all over her; pulling her flush against him and letting the cushion of his lips graze the skin of her neck.

He keeps telling her that it’s nothing out of the ordinary when he gives her details about the girls he’s slept with and what his favorite positions are, even if she’s told him multiple times that she doesn’t want to know. And whenever they’re home alone, he even goes as far as bringing girls to his room— making sure their loud moans echo right into her bedroom when he knows she’s trying to study.   

And whenever he’s tagging along during her little shopping trips (he doesn’t let her go alone because what if something happens?), he always demands on joining her in the fitting rooms— even squeezing himself into the crammed space when she’s trying on lingerie, claiming that she absolutely needs his opinion.   

“Rafe, that’s weird,” she tries to get him to wait outside but of course he merely rolls his eyes.  

“S’not weird, know how indecisive you can be, jus’ wanna help,” he says, seemingly genuine while he’s already fiddling with the clip of her bra.   

And she feels her cheeks burning when the cashier mentions how sweet it is that her boyfriend is paying for her clothes— to which Rafe merely chuckles while she can’t find the words to correct the poor woman because she’d probably faint if she learned the truth about their relationship.

More often than not, he tends to be borderline territorial. One time, she’s simply talking to a guy at some party, when all of a sudden, she feels an all too familiar presence behind her.

“Who’s this, hm?” he slurs, slinging a heavy arm over her shoulder.   

“Oh, it’s…um, no one,” she peeps out because she knows how he is. However, her attempts at calming him down prove to be fruitless because he’s already approaching the guy with a scoff.   

“You, uh, you do know that this is m’sister, right? Mine. So, why don’t you, uh, go ‘n try to impress some other bitch, yeah?” he offers him a sickly-sweet smile, voice harsh before telling her they’re leaving— strong hands on her waist already dragging her towards his truck.

“I was having fun,” she complains when he’s putting the seatbelt on her— his breath smelling of beer when he drawls out a reply. “You can have all the fun you want with me when we get home, yeah?”   

“But I wanted to spend time with my friends,” she pouts.   

“That’s just too bad then, isn’t it?” he murmurs while starting the engine— resting a warm palm on her thigh soon after, ignoring her efforts of shrugging it off.  

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When he learns that she hasn’t had her first kiss yet (because why would anyone even think about touching her when they know Rafe is a complete psycho), he mocks her to the point of her eyes growing glossy as she tries to blink away the soggy droplets.

“S’okay, you wanna get it over with, hm? I’ll help you,” he so kindly offers with faux concern glimmering in the moonstones of his eyes.   

“Rafe, that’s gross,” she frowns, to which he merely furrows his brows before scoffing— as if she’s the one being weird.   

“So, uh, so you tellin’ me you want some…some stranger at a party who only wants to get in your pants to do it instead?” he narrows his eyes as if that’s the only alternative.  

“N— no,” her answer is hesitant.  

“Listen, m’just…m’just, tryna be a good brother ‘n help my little sister out, but if you don’t want m’help then don’t come cryin’ to me when you embarrass yourself cause you don’t even know how to kiss,” he lifts his hands up in surrender before shrugging, suggesting that he’d merely be doing her a favor.   

And before her brain has the time to process what’s happening, he’s already dragging her into his lap. And it feels wrong when their mouths are suddenly slotting together— when he’s letting out a shallow groan and slipping his tongue past her teeth without so much as a warning.

“Rafe! You didn’t tell me you were gonna do that,” she squeaks out, pulling away with her face all crumpled up, feeling disconcerted.   

“Shut up, you’re gonna wake up everyone, thought you wanted to learn?” he mutters out before he’s smearing his mouth on hers once more— this time with a tight grip on her jaw that forces her to stay put as the the kiss turns into something sloppy; wet.

And afterwards, he makes her promise that she won’t tell anyone because ‘you don’t want dad to get mad at you, do you?’ and even if she feels guilt eat away at her, she keeps it to herself because the last thing she wants is to upset anyone. 

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“Rafe guess what? I have a date tomorrow,” she gives him a giddy smile while stepping into his room a few weeks later.  

“With who?” he eyes her while slouching on his bed, seemingly in the midst of texting someone.

“This guy I met on the beach today,” she sits down on the edge of the mattress when he places his phone on his nightstand.

“Yeah? What’s his name?” he asks, shifting closer.  

“Um, Ethan.” 

“Last name?”  

“I— I don’t know, didn’t ask…why does it matter? Was just wondering if you could drive me there?” she says, surprised by his sudden interest. 

“Where?” his tone sounds almost exasperated now, as if she’s done something bad.

“Um, we’re just gonna hang out at his house,” she chews on her bottom lip, suddenly nervous.

“You havin’ a date at his house? You finally gonna lose that virginity, huh?” he asks as patronizing laughter bubbles from his chest.

“What? No! S’not like that,” she mumbles, her skin already boiling. 

“No? You do know when guys say they wanna hang out, it means they wanna fuck, right? You’re not that stupid, are you?” his gaze is borderline condescending when he raises his brows.

“Well, he’s not like that, he seems nice,” she tries to defend herself, feeling small all of a sudden.

“Sweetheart, every guy’s like that, especially the ones that seem nice, you’re so fuckin’ naive,” he scoffs while running a hand through his hair.

“You know what? Forget about it, I’ll just walk there,” she huffs out, standing up to leave, however, she doesn’t get far before he’s grabbing at her arm.

“Listen, m’just tryna look out for you, okay? Don’t feel like dealin’ with your shit ‘bout how he broke your heart. I mean, if you’re not gonna let him hit, he’s gonna be expectin’ somethin’ else, you know that, right?”

She swallows.

“I— are you sure? But…but I don’t even know how to—” 

“Poor baby, what would you do without your big brother, hm? Don’t worry, I’ll teach you, yeah?” he coos before pinky promising he’ll be gentle.

And that’s how she ends up on her knees in front of him. 

“Ray, this doesn’t feel…right,” she mumbles out, eyes focused on the ruddy tip he’s thumbing over while he stares at her.

“Shh, can be our little secret, yeah? Jus’ wanna make sure my little sister doesn’t embarrass herself,” he lets out a grunt when she blinks up at him with uncertain eyes.

“Open your mouth, tongue out,” he instructs while moving closer to her tentative form, biting his lip when she gingerly does what he tells her to. Then, he’s thudding the drippy head on the flat of her tongue— one, two, three times, which makes her let out a noise; something that only seems to spur him on.

He tastes salty and she doesn’t necessarily mind it, which makes her feel entirely too gross about the situation altogether— the words ‘I don’t wanna do this anymore’ turning into a tangled muddle when he’s already pushing past her lips, making her gag around the sudden intrusion.

“Shit, tha’s good, jus’ take it, yeah?” he rumbles out; a big hand holding the back of her head as he stuffs himself deeper down her throat— cock twitching in response to her whines and attempts at drawing away for air.

It overwhelms her to no end when he’s so rough, abrasive, but despite his broken promise, she’s unable to prevent her thighs from pressing together when throaty moans keep escaping him; his respiration turning labored by each lazy rut of his hips while her head begins to spin.

Only when his sticky cum gushes onto her tongue— the white substance dribbling past the seam of her lips and covering her chin in the process, does he grant her a moment to catch her breath.

“Guys like it when you swallow,” his voice is like gravel when he pushes at her jaw, heady gaze glued to the way her throat bobs when she does just that, the aftertaste of what they’ve done making her feel stained; dirty.

“You know, s’cute you thought I’d let some, some shithead fuck my sister,” he sounds almost humored as he pats at the flushed skin of her cheek— making her eyes turn watery when he swipes a thumb under her wobbly bottom lip to clean up the remaining mess.

She feels something in her guts churn when he tucks it back into her mouth with a sick smile.

[jamiedc-they-them]

Family, no matter where what

Summary: Gwen has a sibling with the same powers. With a strong bond, you both find out about the multiverse, and it may just be the thing that breaks you.

Spoilers for both films!

Gwen's father finds you just near the end of his shift, someone had called in hearing some bangs coming from an alleyway.

All he finds instead, is a kid. Alone, scared, maybe amnesia. A single band on their wrist.

"Hey, kid. Hey, hey," he says, hands raised as you back away from him. He sees how you then look around, as if sensing something else. He just takes it as you being scared and adjusting as best you can to this new situation.

"It's ok, it's ok," he assures you. You approach him a bit, seemingly trusting him a but more now that he respected your space, "do you have anywhere to go?" You shake your head, "any parents?" Again, a head shake, "a name?" You think, then, seemingly frustrated with yourself, you shake your head 'no' for a third time.

He can't just leave you here, and god knows he knows how cruel orphanage places CAN be sometimes, so he takes you home.

Gwen comes to greet him, but she seems to know something is wrong on instinct, "who's this, dad?" She asks, looking at you with soft eyes, and not mistrust.

"Gwen…" he says, stepping aside to let her see you, "this, uh, well they don't really have a name," he says, scratching his neck.

"Oh," she says, scratching her neck as well, looking at you with sympathy. You smile a bit, before your eyes go back to the floor again.

"Would you be able to, I don't know, help them set up a bit, please?"

"Of course," she says, instantly going back to being more preppy, "come on, kid!" She holds out a hand for you, and waits until you're ready. You then take it, and she takes you to her room. You take it all in.

You point to her trans flag and look to her, head tilting a bit, "oh, that. Yeah, still people out there who think people who are different is wrong. I don't think so. I think being different makes you cool; unique." Her outlook on things makes you smile. You're technically different. You nod. She nods too with a smile, glad to have helped you feel at ease.

A siren goes off, you both look to the window. She looks back to you, and sees waves above your head. They just stand out to her.

"Oh, my god…" She says softly. You jolt at the police radio, and in an instinct your hand is held put.

Web comes out.

"You're like me," She says, finishing her now confirmed thoughts.

You look at her in fear, as if you've done something wrong.

"No, no, no," she says quickly, waving her hands in front of her, "It's ok. It's ok, I promise!" She assures you.

She puts her finger to her lips, and gestures for you to follow her. You do, and she unlocks her drum. In it, is an outfit.

She then holds her hand out in a position similarly to yours, and Web comes out.

You look to her with wide eyes. She chuckles, but it has a hint of relief to it, "you'll be ok, kid, " she assures, "I'll help you."

She does. She's patient with you. Kind. Loyal. At school and with this whole thing. She tells you about the gifts you have. Helps you control them, but makes you promise not to tell Captain Stacey. You swear.

He, meanwhile, sees how you both are with each other. You bring out a warmer side to her; she brings out your more curious and open side.

On the year anniversary of you being found, they adopt you.

Gwen had always been jealous of people having siblings, and now that wish has been granted.

You make a good team - she helps you with a suit. You can read each other like a book.

She tries to help you with your band, as it seems to adapt to the growth of body mass and age, but neither of you find anything other than it just seemingly a normal band.

Then you meet Miles and a group of other Spiderlike people. Peter assures you that while having two Spiderpeople in one universe is rare, he is sure that there must be others where that is true.

It's fun, and nice, to have other people to trust as well. People who understand.

It helps you both forget about your best friend dying. Miles becomes that to you both. You haven't healed, but you're trying to now.

But then it's over, and you're both together, but also alone, again.

Stoll though, you have each other, that's something.

But then your father finds out, and you both unmask in front of him. And, as much as he doesn't want to, he attempts to arrest you both. Gwen begs for him not to do it, but puts herself in front of you just in case it goes sideways.

The other two spider people you met when subduing Vulture appear, saving you. They both give you a chance. A second chance to be understood, to be with people like you.

You both look at each other, and nod. You take the trip to the hub of other spider people.

Miguel is distant to you moreso than Gwen, but you just put that up to how you've always been. You have always been one who could easily slip into the shadows; that, and you didn't talk much. But, still, you don't let it get to you, as you're among an almost Spider-family.

Gwen had never seen you be so happy, making new friends. She's happy for you. And you both adapt to this way of living while on missions.

Gwen offers to ask Miguel about your band, and does so when you're away on a mission. When you return, she hugs you, glad you're safe, but gives you the bad news of there being nothing new to learn. Just a regular old band.

You are saddened, but accept the news. Your hand goes over the band, and a sort of light seems to come from it; but when you remove your hand, it's like it never happened. You just put it up to lighting or something from this place.

You both go and visit Miles, and you love being with your best friend again. Don't get yourself wrong, the Spidercrew are great, but the three of you made a good trio. You were helping each other grow and heal.

That, and you made him feel less alone with the secret of being Spiderman.

The two of you are told to leave him, to never return, because of the damage the Anomaly has done. It hurts you, but your sense goes off for some reason. You look to Gwen, herself isn't going off, just yours.

"Y/N," she says to you, "I'll meet you there, ok?" You find it odd of her asking you to go first, but she just gives you one of her 'trust me' smiles. You give her a small one back, give seemingly one more goodbye to your best friend, before going through the portal.

Miles, however, hears the rest of the conversation. It's one of the reasons why he goes through.

During the chase, when Gwen falls due to being distracted, Miles tells you to stay on The Spot's trail. Despite the annoyance at not being able to help Gwen, you trust Miles, and so listen to him.

Your friend Hobie, respects your lack of talking. Tells you it's good as it's what makes you with everything going on, but also that actions always speak louder than words.

Gwen had told you about cannon events, how there was order to things. Things had to go a certain way, and your job was to keep it all in order. But you do respect Miles trying to save Pavitr the pain of loss.

Miles succeeds, but you then see the damage it causes.

Hobie says your name, seemingly spotting (ha) something you don't. But you hear Gwen reprimand him, saying that's a subject for 'later'.

You pretend you don't hear it; pretend their words got lost over the noise of everything.

The rest of the Spidercrew, and this is the first proper time Miguel spoke to you; other than telling you about a mission or during a debrief, or ordering you to get patched up. You've never seen him this angry.

He looks at you with so much anger, "and you," he seethe, even pushing you a bit, "why didn't you stop him?"

"Miguel, enough," Gwen argues. Her defensive side coming out to play.

He just dismisses her, face inches from yours. But, you do hold his gaze, "you gonna give me an answer?"

"Miguel, mate," Hobie tries.

"Enough out of you," he snaps, eyes still on you.

"My job. Saving people," you say, knocking your head against his. Hobie whistles in respect.

Peter tries to intervene again, but is met by silence.

Finally, Miguel pulls back. Gwen approaches you, putting a hand on your shoulder. She squeezes it.

Miguel then shows the massive webs of the Spiderverse (you agree with Miles' name for it. Goes with the theme you all play by after all).

You had never actually seen it before, and look around it in awe. You see Gwen and yours timelines.

Scratch that, you realise. Gwen's. You're not there.

You look at her, she looks away.

"Where's mine? Where am I in this?" You ask her in a quiet voice.

She doesn't answer.

"Here," Miguel says, voice cold, but not as angry this time. There's almost, ALMOST, a sense of sadness to it? You aren't sure.

He puts a hand on your back, turning you to a strand high above. He holds out his hand, and it comes down.

"Go ahead, kid," he says, not unkindly, "take a look."

You hold out your hand that has the bracelet on it. Those lights come back again, but you see them this time. The image of the innocent bracelet flickers away for a moment, and there, on your arm, is the bracelet that Gwen wears. Or, a version of it, at least.

Your eyes are wide, heart thumping on your chest. You always wondered why you didn't need one, people had plenty of theories to put you at ease, even your friends.

You then look to the circle, an unknown Spiderperson is there, holding someone.

You.

"Who - who are they?"

"A rogue. Went back and changed events." Miguel says, simply, before turning back to Miles and his protests about this fate thing.

He's locked down, you aren't. You look to Gwen, who looks down. You look to Hobie, he looks at eyes with a mix of things (guilt, relief, anger, sadness) but then subtly moves his head to the exit. He then nods to Miles. You know what he's saying.

So, as soon as Miles realises what he's done, break out, you both do what Hobie suggested. You run.

You both seem to know which way to go to split up the seemingly endless Spiderpeople chasing you. Despite Gwen going for Miles, she sees you leading your own pack too. She's scared for both of you, but the mission. Part of her says fuck the mission; but another part says to see it through, it will all work out in the long run.

It won't. She knows that. She knows it'll only hurt you both.

You and Miles are both saved by Peter, who tries to get you both to understand. You thought you'd found another father figure, one who understands all this. He's genuine with his words, but you dont know who to trust anymore.

"Y/N…" Miles stops himself, unsure of what to actually say to you.

"Your dad," is all you say to him, "we can save him. We just need to get you to the machine."

Miles nods, glad you're on his side, but he clocks how you don't say 'we'.

"What about you?"

"I will distract them."

"That's suicide!"/"Kid, no!" Are the protests from the pair.

No time to argue, the other spiders are here. Peter swears he didn't bring you both here to trap you. Part of you believes him.

"Too late," you say to your friend, before you both plummet through the inner workings of this place.

You both make it to the train, making sure Miles is ahead of you. A Web then catches your foot, and Miguel leaps, slamming you into the train, spit flying from his mouth as he tells you, "I'll deal with you, later!" As he then goes after Miles.

"Y/N!" Gwen shouts. You find some strength in you, continuing to crawl towards Miguel and Miles, "Y/N, stop! Please!" You can hear your sister friend Spiderperson call out to you.

You ignore her, and instead keep going towards the one person you can trust. He gets himself out of his rut, but as he swings away, he first a Web to you. You grab on, and follow him.

You get to the machine. You place some, what toMiles looks like, mines.

"What are those?" He asks, getting the number he needs to go back home.

You hit a button, and it fires out a bunch of webs, creating a shield.

Miles leaps into the machine. It starts up. You hear tearing at the Web, it's Miguel. You put more and more down. He keeps tearing through them.

"Anomalies working together! Of course!" He shouts, tearing through and more of your barriers.

Miles disappears. Then you set yourself up, and leap into it. You feel a hand grab your leg and a yell of 'no!' Before you hit the floor.

"I'm sorry, kid," Miguel says, before holding up his hand. You close your eyes, but if never comes. Opening your eyes, you see his hand being held back. Then another Web on his other hand. It gives you what you need, and you get into the machine.

Looking back at them, you see it's Gwen who did it. She gives a nod. You don't give one back.

Time to get some answers from your home.

Gwen knows you'll write your own story with the answers you find. But, she's been writing hers all along, she realises. You dropped into her universe, and gave her a friend. Gave her a sibling. Gave her someone who understands. Someone who fought by her side. Someone to always have her back.

She didn't always have yours, but she'll do so, starting from now. From this. By letting you go, and trusting you'll be ok.

Sure, she's thrown back to her world. But, it allows her and her dad to talk. It gives her the resolve she needs. She'll save Miles with your Spiderfamily, then she'll find you.

She promises. Swears on her life.

This is one she's not breaking.

[alicepao13]

Hudson and Rex S04E03 - Rex Marks the Spot - PART A

This is where we finally meet Charlie's definitely not blonde ex-wife. Usually when they show a photograph of an actress playing that role and then in the next season they show such an episode, I expect the same actress to play that role. But no, apparently they made a different casting decision.

Black letters in quotes: Actual show quotes.

Green letters in quotes: What I come up with my twisted brain.

Joe is... treasure hunting? With an actual metal detector and everything.

Superintendent Joe Donovan, everybody.

And because no one can actually have fun non-murderous hobbies or life or anything like that, there's a body.

"Get out of the fucking way!!!"

Sarah already knows a lot about Charlie's ex-wife, and including her book. Which means those two are even closer than what is shown on screen. I wish the writers had established that they're best friends at some point.

An absolute nightmare. When you split with someone and there's bad blood, the worst thing would be to have a reminder of them everywhere.

Supportive work wife.

"Pet me, peasants."

"I'm not a police dog anymore. My life is at the sea now. Arrr!"

Soon, like in this century?

Keep your dog hydrated.

Nightmare complete lol. Classic ex-is-a-person-of-interest trope.

Charlie: "Oh, this is how it is, huh? Traitor."

Julia: "You put up such a fight when I wanted to adopt a rescue!" Sarah: "Oh, you're gonna tell me that story!" Poor guy, being double teamed by the ex and Sarah. He is not having a good time. If I had to guess the reason behind Charlie's refusal, it would be either because, a) his house looks too neat now, which means that the previous one was always supposed to be an interim kind of house post-divorce until he found something he liked, which is why he didn't put much of an effort in the old one. Which means Charlie was probably a neat freak, something that definitely clashes with owning a dog, and adopted Rex because they bonded and Rex was going to be put down otherwise (which is not factual but that's the explanation we're going with on the show). And b) he was more self-aware than Julia and knew that they'd leave the poor animal for hours alone at home. Charlie gets to take Rex to work every day, they're practically joined at the hip.

Charlie to Rex: "Don't get too attached, buddy." Like you, you mean?

Joe: "She cheated on him." Jesse doesn't know? Charlie has been practically yelling it in every case revolving marriage, divorce, or dating. See S2.

Oh, yeah, the Jeep. I know there were reasons for using it and then removing it, but it fits so well with Charlie's sort of erratic behavior in S4 that I have headcanoned it to be part of it.

Rex: *thinks that one day he will manage to play pinball* Charlie: *is sure that one day Rex will manage to play pinball*

I misspoke, y'all. This is definitely the worst nightmare. Your ex with the woman you like and your dog being friendly? Are you kidding me?

Jesse: They sure seem friendly. Charlie: "This must be how Caesar felt."

It's not very noticeable but in the same scene when Charlie gets surly and leaves the table, Jesse distracts Julia so that Sarah can slip away from the table and go to Charlie.

You can tell that Charlie is losing it when he talks to Sarah like that. But in the end he chooses to trust her and to trust what she's doing.

It's actually very interesting that no one even mentioned the thought that maybe he should have recused himself.

Your Honor, I don't know how much more of this I can take, actually. It was easier when I watched the episodes without micro-focusing on their every interaction.

You know, part of me believes that Charlie is a closed off oyster, but then we have Charlie's rare moments of oversharing and... I don't know if I'm the one mis-characterizing him or the writers often are.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the consequences of my own actions."

I just wanted to give notice to this no-nonsense look really quick. Carry on.

He put a dog vest on Rex!

"I need to inform you we're gonna board..." *Rex jumps on the ship because he doesn't give a fuck* "We've boarded your boat." lmao

Rex, no. We don't shake paws with Beckett's sniper. Which was my biggest clue about who the murderer would turn out to be, by the way.

I hit the limit again. Show, what are you doing to me? To be continued in Part B.

[pumpkin-is-fandom-trash]

Hot Fuzz OC Fanfic

So...this fanfic is about my Hot Fuzz OC, Lola. I made a post talking about her, and someone said it'd be cool if Nicholas adopted her. This fic isn't the best, I had a few ideas but had no clue how to write them so take my shoddy writing with a grain of salt. And please no hate, this is for fun and is not to be taken seriously.

Word Count: 2272 (Longest thing I have wrote in ages.)

Lola was anxious enough in this small town as it was. She’d only lived here a month or so at this point, and she hated it. It was too…perfect there. So perfect it felt unnatural. In her mind, having spent a lot of time watching horror movies and reading similarly horror-esque stories, it felt…off-putting. Well, that was to put it lightly. Very lightly. But she brushed it off. She was somewhere she was unfamiliar with…and she stood out like a sore thumb. 

What she hadn’t expected was to become (or nearly become anyway) one of the many deaths that had been happening far more frequently as of late. 

And yet, here she is, face down in the lake. Everything had been fine, her and her rather flashy artist parents had been taking a late night stroll by the lake near the church, not wanting to worry themselves over everything that had been happening lately. And suddenly the trio all felt a harsh shove and now here they all were. 

Her parents long since stopped breathing, she could tell. And she was holding her breath, hoping that the attackers would leave…and think she too was deceased. And her hopes were answered as her would be killers walked away, convinced they’d succeeded.

She lifted her head above the water, finally gulping down air, trying to ignore the burning in her lungs from lack of oxygen, and swam to the edge of the water, pulling herself up onto dry land where everything faded to black.

Hours later she awoke, wincing as the light of the sun nigh on blinded her. Goodness, had it always been so bright? Then again, being out cold for hours would probably mean her eyes needed to readjust.

She reopened her peepers once more and glanced around. She wasn’t on the edge of the shore now, no, she’d been moved into the back of an ambulance and was being monitored. At least she survived, she thought to herself, but sadly her parents were a different story.

The rest of that day was a blur of doctors words and everything else. She sort of just, let the day happen. 

On the other side of the sleepy town, there was some debate in the police office. “These can’t all be accidents!” The newest face in the Sandford Police Department huffed out, arms crossed. 

“Or maybe, it can be.” Andy Wainwright….or was that one Cartright… Scoffed, rolling his eyes, earning agreement from the rest of the folks there. They’d heard this whole ‘murder’ spiel too many times at this point. Well, they’d heard it two times so far, but still, in a place where no murders have been recorded in years, such a spiel does seem rather…far-fetched to those who only know their hometown as safe.

“There was a survivor though this time, weren’t there?” Another officer spoke up. They had a point. But that brought up the question, where would that survivor go? By all accounts she was in fact still a child. She couldn’t exactly stay on her own. She wasn’t ready to live alone.

After a whole lot of debate, it seemed nobody wanted that responsibility… it was decided that a certain Nicholas Angel would be the one offering the survivor shelter ... though he was…incredibly reluctant to do so…

Later that evening, he set off to pick up the young girl he would now be taking care of. She seemed…shaken. Understandably so though, her parents had died and she nearly had as well. 

“Are you okay?” He asked the young girl, who was simply looking at the ground as they walked to her home to gather her belongings.

“What do you think?” The teen mumbled, her gaze not once lifting from the floor, as if it was all she wanted to see. 

“Sorry you’re stuck with me.” She added under her breath, already sensing his reluctance to be the one looking after her. “The name’s Lola..” She continued. Well if he had to take care of her he’d have to know her name.

He nodded “Well, Lola, what exactly happened? How did all three of you end up in the lake?”

Lola shrugged “Pushed” She said bluntly “Felt someone push me, they probably pushed my folks too.”

Pushed? So…this really was a murder? Well, this just proved that these weren’t accidents…or this one at least. Nicholas made a note of this.

The next day went by. Lola’s stuff had been moved to the hotel room Angel was staying in. The girl didn’t bring much. A blanket, some books, a sewing kit, some clothes, and a spare pillow. She’d set up her own sleeping place on the floor to one end of the room, having set her pillow and blanket there. 

Nicholas had went into the station, doing his duty and work. His first course of action, speaking with the chief. He had to tell him what he had found out. “Sir, I have cause to believe this incident was not an accident.”

“Oh? Are you sure?” Frank asked, raising a brow.

“Yes, sir, I am quite sure. The..victim told me that she felt someone push her into the lake. Someone intended to harm her and her parents and did succeed at ending two of the three lives.” Angel explained. Perhaps this was enough to convince everyone.

Of course though, no one believed him. He should have expected it at this point. But he knew for a fact this couldn’t have been an accident, but no matter how hard he tried there was no convincing the rest of the police. 

The day went by as always. He nipped to his hotel room briefly to check on the young girl only to find her huddled under the bed covering her ears. He crouched down and peered under the bed at her. “Is..everything okay?” He questioned, looking at her.

“Th-there was someone banging at the door earlier. I-I didn’t know what to do so I hid.” She told him, slowly uncovering her ears as she looked up at him.

Could that have been her attackers coming back to finish the job? It was likely.

Well, he couldn’t leave her here alone if that was the case. “You’re safe now, Kid. I’ll keep an eye out.” He said, gesturing for her to come out of her hiding place. “Just stick with me, alright?”

Lola nodded slightly, crawling out from under the bed. 

She did just that too, she stuck with him. She seemed to feel safer having a police officer nearby at all times. She made sure to keep out of the way, and not to interrupt any conversations, overall being more polite than one would expect from her.

One day Lola and Nicholas were sat in the hotel room. Lola seemed to have settled in by now, she seemed less anxious. She was far more talkative than a day prior. “Thanks for looking after me, Mister Angel.” She said, looking over at him with a smile as she set down the small project she was working on, careful to place her needle and thread where they wouldn’t get knocked off.

“It’s alright kid, Just doing what’s right.” He told her, a barely noticeable chuckle in his tone. This kid was…a lot sweeter than she looked.

The pair spent a while chatting. By the end of it the pair seemed more at ease than before. She wasn’t as anxious, and he wasn’t as reluctant.

This kid was just…lost in a way. No longer having the guidance of her mother and father. She needed that guardian figure, so he made up his mind that he’d be that figure.

More deaths occurred over the next few days, all as brutal as the last. Nicholas’ suspicions were growing with each death. And in turn his concerns for the safety of both the innocent folk of Sandford and the teen he was tasked with taking care of.

He’d often let her accompany him when he went to the station, he needed to keep an eye on her..make sure the attackers didn’t come back. A few times he’d taken notice of her chatting with the others, laughing with them. At least she seemed to be cheering up a bit.

He had on a number of occasions heard her discussing movies with the others. He realised her and Danny would probably get along, both seemed to enjoy movies. (Though the genres were vastly different, Danny enjoying action movies, whilst Lola enjoyed Gritty and darker films…one he’d often heard her bring up being The Crow).

Then one night, where he assumed it would be just another night, was when a certain trolley boy came a-knocking. So these were no accidents, and now they were trying to get rid of him too? They sent Lurch to deal with him. This just proved he was right.

Lola, oblivious to the situation outside, was in the bathroom, changing into her sleepwear, but hearing an almighty ruckus, she opened the door, just a crack mind you, and peeked out, her eyes widening and her instincts kicking as she shut the door and hid herself, she wished she could go out and help, but she just…couldn’t. She was a kid, what would she be able to do?

After what felt like forever, she peeked back out, spotting Lurch on the floor. 

Nicholas looked at her, silently checking she was okay, and she nodded in a silent answer. She was okay. Startled but okay.

She stayed there, hiding herself behind the locked door of the bathroom while Nicholas went to deal with whoever was at the church. 

Lola stayed in there for what felt like hours, well…actually it had indeed been hours. She wasn’t aware of anything going on. Nor was she aware that Nicholas had learned everything and…had taken Danny’s car to leave Sandford. She wasn’t aware of anything that was happening until the next day when Nicholas returned to Sandford.

She hadn’t witnessed his bad-assery (Sorry, I will forever refer to it as this). Well, she had seen some of it through the small window in the bathroom, watching in silent awe at the shootout taking place outside. 

She silently unlocked the bathroom door and crept down to street level to get a closer look, sneaking outside and watching in…a less than safe location. She did what she could to help out without being noticed…mostly throwing rocks at those who were clearly the ones Nicholas was dealing with. 

She wanted to help out more until she was spotted, much to her dismay. The man she had grown to view as her guardian noticed her and gave her a stern look, gesturing for her to go back inside where it was safer.

Begrudgingly, she did just that. She sat there inside for ages, waiting for whatever was happening to end. She ended up dozing off as she waited, woken a while later by someone shaking her. She looked up to spot Nicholas. “Hey. You okay?” He asked.

She nodded, looking at him. “What was all that about out there?” She asked, peering over his shoulder to spot some of the other officers.

It was a long story but they filled her in on everything. 

“So…does that make you all town heroes?” She asked, raising a brow as she looked at them.

 “I guess it does, Lola.” Nicholas said, nodding at her. Her eyes widened, that was the first time he used her name instead of calling her Kid.

“There’s no guessing about it, you guys are heroes, Nicholas!” She retorted, calling him something other than Mister Angel for once.

Lola had…started to feel like she had a family again now that she was in Nicholas’ care, and he seemed to care a great deal about the young girl too.

Lola had been hanging around with some of the other kids in the village, when she happened to spot an…explosion (Yes, I’m including the sea mine scene because I can) coming from…oh no!

Her eyes widened in horror as she realised where that was. She ran towards where it happened. “Hey? Dad?!” She called out, not noticing her slip of the tongue when calling for Nicholas. The relief she felt when she saw him alive. But she noticed the look on his face and could instantly tell something was wrong, she’d never seen him so…worried.

“Dad, what’s wrong?” She asked, stumbling over rubble, ignoring the fact that she was stumbling and tripping constantly. That’s when she spotted why he was so concerned, seeing Danny on the floor. “Oh…”

Thankfully, Danny wasn’t dead and instead was rushed to the hospital. Lola felt awful, she could only imagine how worried Nicholas must be feeling, and she walked over, looking up at him. “Hey, I’m sure he’ll be fine..”

“Yeah…yeah you’re right…”

Months or so passed, Danny was out of the hospital and he and Nicholas were talking. Nicholas…was asking him for his opinion on something. You see, Nicholas wanted to…officially adopt Lola and wanted to let his closest companion know first.

Danny was glad to hear the idea, and encouraged Angel to do just that.

It wasn’t long before the documents were signed, and he was officially the father of Lola. And well, she was thrilled! 

A day or so after he had officially became her new father, he found something laying on the table in their cottage. A small handkerchief? How odd. He looked at it and noticed, embroidered into the fabric was a message. “Thank you for everything, dad.”

He knew exactly who it was from.

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Rec List Request

A personalised list for @jammy-boy 🥰 could be of interest to others, so enjoy!

Basic requirements: - just finished and loved SOTUS - is Arthur/Merlin trash - loves a twist or reversal of classic “power-dynamic” - loves angst with happy ending ______________________________

Theory of Love

Film student Third (Gun) has been secretly in love with his best friend Khai (Off) for three years, but Khai is straight, a massive player, and a total arsehole if we’re being honest. This starts painful, but then they start playing around with tropes and expectations and then it changes POV which just HITS so hard and completely changes your whole perception. You know the movie Flipped? It references that, and then does the flip - so good.

Knowing the level of pining, pain and angst that you love (plus your background in film studies) I feel like this is required viewing. Get out the tissues. But also, it’s still really funny and cute/dumb (cause gmmtv) and the production was excellent. Also, Off/Gun are PEAK natural chemistry and Gun is such an incredible actor that watching him cry or yell at someone is still preferable to other actors being happy.

Watch on YouTube HERE

He’s Coming To Me

Precious baby boi Singto plays Med, a ghost, who is is stuck in limbo for 20 years - until he meets a boy who can see him, Thun (my baby boi Ohm) who promises to help him figure out his unfinished business and cross over. And then they were roommates! And then they start falling in love and it’s ANGSTY because they know Med will have to leave one day. Ouch, my heart.

You will enjoy the mixture of domestic fluff and tragic angst in this. But don’t worry it has a happy ending (kind of, I think, from memory haha). Also, you will enjoy the fact that they can’t touch (cause, ghost) which is *chefs kiss* except for moments of heightened emotions when Thun’s powers become strong enough that he can touch Med (FUCK YES, THIS TROPE IS EVERYTHING)

After much whining from fans, they put it up on Youtube haha so watch HERE. 

Until We Meet Again

ANNGST. RE.IN.CAR.NA.TION. ANGST. What else do you need to know?!?! Reincarnated soulmates trope?!!? HELLO!?!?  It’s so beautiful. I’m still not over it. And yes it has a happy ending, it starts super sad, then ends up super fluffy and the romantic fluffy moments oh god it’s so romantic. I know you love like soft domestic food sharing etc - this show is ALL about the cooking.

The casting, the characterisation, the acting, the story, the music, even the friendship group and the side-couple, it’s perfection *chefs kiss* PERFECTION

Watch on youtube HERE

A Tale of A Thousand Stars

After the lovely volunteer teacher Torfun dies (RIP poor torfun) in a tragic accident, her heart is transplanted into selfish pretty rich boy Tian (played by the beautiful Mix). After learning of her selfless character, he feels guilt and shame for living (the angst is very real) and makes it his mission to complete her life’s wishes and follow in her footsteps. 

As the new village volunteer teacher, he then falls in love with the very handsome and very shirtless chief Phupha (Earth), who lives to protect the trees, we stan an environmental man. Angst, fluff, complications, and many miscommunications ensue. I was tearing my hair out by the end of this show. Yes, it has a happy ending (eventually). Earth x Mix was a pairing we did not know we even wanted or needed until this show happened and now I cry every time I see a picture of them together. Every single time Phupha looks at Tian in this show I literally tear up. HE LOVES HIM SO MUUUUUCHHH *crying again*

Watch on youtube HERE

I Told Sunset About You

Childhood best-friends, turned enemies (for stupid kid reasons), to lovers. This is ANGSTY but so fucking beautiful it’s ridiculous. I wouldn’t even class this as “BL” because it doesn’t have any of the standard tropes, and there’s no silly sound-effects or innuendo jokes. This is like genuine lgbt+ indie-film realness. You can honestly just watch it for the cinematography and the music. The AESTHETIC of this show is what truly makes it special. The symbolism, the colours, this show said CINEMA. And the sexual tension is absolutely WILD. You will live for the angst (with a happy ending). And no, do not bother watching season 2, it’s perfect as a stand-alone mini-series. (I’m still upset).

Watch HERE 

and now for some stand-out non-Thai series...

Where Your Eyes Linger

Korea has gotten on the BL train, and has now made a whole bunch of viki mini-series that are all cute but this one is right up your alley. This is VERY merthur. It’s literally servant/master, bodyguard/prince trope. But, I thought the characterisation was nicely thought out and wasn’t what I was expecting. The tension is palpable, the angst is juicy, and the soft kdrama vibes are cheesy and wonderful. Angst with a happy ending (of course).

Watch on VIKI

HIStory 3: Trapped

So the Taiwanese HIStory series has been around forever, and I love the whole series (History 2: Crossing The Line is my all time fav). But for youuuu, I think the most appropriate is Trapped. Police detective single-mindedly obsessed with a gang leader? Yes please. But whatever power-dynamic expectations you would have of a police/criminal couple are twisted and warped immediately! This series is so endearing, it’s mostly comedy/action, and whilst it has plenty of angst, mostly it’s just CUTE as fuck. Also the side couple are adorable too!

The whole History series is on Viki now yay!

The Untamed

Look, I KNOW 50 episodes of plot-heavy chinese historical fantasy is a lot. But there’s a reason this show was soooo popular. It only took me like 3 attempts and a whole ass “guide” pdf to figure out what the fuck was happening in the first ep cause its non-linear. But, if you are in the right mood (ie; sick, or in lockdown) and need something to get completely LOST in for like a week, then watch this haha. I know you couldn’t make it through Guardian, but maybe this one will hit the spot.

This has all the angsty character tropes you live for. And cause it’s censored, there’s no actual romance, so instead it’s just the best kind of UST, character driven, emotional soulmate angst. To summarise: Wei Wuxian is; adopted, a trouble-maker, impetuous, head-strong, fun-loving, has a martyr complex and wants to save everyone. Meanwhile, Lan Zhan is; lawful good to a fault, stoic, shy, and has a martyr complex about saving Wei Wuxian and Wei Wuxian ONLY. Now throw them into the middle of supernatural / political turmoil and see what happens. Well I’ll tell you what happens, Wei Wuxian becomes the “villain”, gets killed, and Lan Zhan spends 16 years looking for him. FUCKING KILL ME OKAY. (No, that’s not a spoiler it happens in the first episode haha)

Do NOT watch on Netflix the subs are trash. Watch on Youtube or Viki

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This list may seem long but I was VERY reserved in my selection okay you have no idea how tiny this tip of the iceberg is 😂

Also, knowing your love of no-touching, tension, and angst. I would also briefly draw your attention so School 2013 in my bromance list which is the single most angsty show about friendship ever made.

Enjoy!

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Welcome Home

A/N: Hi everyone! This is an old fic that I’m re-posting for those who want to read it. Enjoy!

WARNINGS: Language and Smut.

  I knew my family was different the moment I found out my adoptive father was Batman. I was just a ten-year-old girl when I snuck down the stairs at midnight for a drink of water and spotted Batman leaving a trail of blood from his study and calling out for Alfred for help. The moment our eyes locked, Bruce instantly knew that I was clearly aware of his secret. He had also confessed it was him who saved me from a shootout that my parents were involved in and that it was him, as Batman. I felt I owed Bruce my own life for saving me, and I vowed to keep my father’s secret and pray that he would return home safely every night back to me.

It didn’t help that I soon discovered my adoptive older brother Dick Grayson was Robin. Not only did I have to keep his secret as well, but it made it more impossible to not have a crush on him. I mean, Dick has such a charming personality, beautiful baby blue eyes, and a devilish smile that can make any girl crawl on her hands and knees. And that ass…

I later found myself becoming the second Robin once Dick left to assume his own identity, Nightwing. Bruce trusted me, and he saw potential in me the second I told him I couldn’t see myself being a hero forever. Perhaps he never really wanted me to be his sidekick and figured if I got it out of my system that I could resume my life as a sixteen-year-old and do normal teenager activities. As if my life was normal anyways.

But things changed as soon as I was finally embracing myself as a hero. Bruce had taken in a new kid, Jason Todd. He was a troublemaker, a rebel, and a mysterious kid, who had never even spoken to me unless he had to. I don’t think my age helped the situation either; I was a couple of years older than him and he may not have seen me as an equal. But of course, the dark haired, icy blue eyed, bad attitude boy was given the Robin title, and I was removed because of a patrol-gone-wrong situation.

Stupid Harley Quinn and her baseball bat. Who knew one hit to my knee could bench me for two months (Alfred added an additional five months of rest).

Then the unthinkable happened. The second Robin was killed by the Joker. Jason Todd’s death put Bruce into a depression, and he swore he would never put another kid’s life in danger. Our father and daughter relationship broke apart before my very eyes. I spent my remaining teenage years in the mansion isolated, except for Alfred’s loving company.

I had graduated high school on time and I quickly decided to go to Gotham University to escape the Bat family. Before I moved out, I discovered Bruce had taken in another kid, Tim Drake, who was currently the new Robin. Was I hurt? Of course, I felt I was somehow replaced. Would I miss the Bat family? Maybe. Maybe not.

I did in fact wish the new younger Robin good luck. When Tim looked up at me, his light blue eyes were so innocent and frightened about me leaving him behind. I didn’t know why he would be so upset about me leaving; wouldn’t he want all of Bruce’s attention without me hanging around the mansion?

Now I’m twenty-one-years-old, and I’m still a student at Gotham University. Alfred had just called and informed me Bruce wants me back home.

As I sit in a taxi while anxiously waiting to pull up to Wayne Manor, I honestly don’t know why Bruce wants me back at home. Alfred has kept me up to date about the Bat family incidents and activities I have missed out those few years such as:

Dick Grayson becoming a womanizer (I saw it coming) and how he’s juggling working as a police officer and Nightwing. He’s still the favorite and golden child in Bruce’s eyes.

Jason Todd is back from the dead, and he’s currently operating his own team: Red Hood and the Outlaws (who knew he was leadership material underneath that thick skull of his?).

Tim Drake is Red Robin (does the fast food chain restaurant know about his superhero name?), and he’s currently assisting the Teen Titans when necessary while simultaneously aiding Bruce with detective work.

Damian Wayne is Bruce Wayne’s unknown biological child. I think he’s about fifteen-years-old now; from what I remember the last time I spoke to Alfred. I met Damian once, when Bruce asked me to meet him once Talia al Ghul practically dropped him off at Bruce’s doorstep. The boy was a little shit: bratty, stuck up, and insensitive. Even though he is the spitting image of Bruce, minus the different colored eyes (Bruce has blue and Damian’s are green), Damian claims he is set to take over the cowl when Bruce is either dead or done. God help us all…

But I still can’t figure out why I am needed back home. Is Alfred sick? Is Bruce dying after fighting all these years? Is it one of my brothers?

I jump in surprise once the taxi comes to a hard stop. After paying the man, I grab my duffel bag and I climb the front steps that I suddenly remember jumping off them as a kid. Alfred scolded me many times, and I still did it because being bad was fun.

I scoff loudly, and I jump down the five steps that would have given Alfred a heart attack. Maybe I haven’t changed as much as I thought.

I find the wooden front door unlocked, which is odd considering Alfred always makes sure to lock it. As a matter of fact, Alfred hasn’t greeted me like he always does when I come home. Where is Alfred?

After I unwrap my scarf, I pull my hoodie over my head to be more comfortable in the warm house. Sadly, I forgot to do laundry yesterday, so I came home in just my black yoga pants and red tank top. What would Alfred say?

I kick off my shoes and walk to the kitchen barefoot. Pulling my long hair into a ponytail, I notice a note on the counter that’s written for me. I unfold the note and stare at the nicest, well done cursive handwriting only one man can do here.

 Dear Lady Y/N,

I sincerely apologize for not being there to greet you properly. Master Bruce had wanted me to take my holiday to London early, and Lord knows I can use a week to myself after stitching up countless wounds, tidying up bedrooms and Bat caves, and playing messenger between you and your father. I have a cooked roast with garlic mash potatoes in the refrigerator if you are hungry. Do heat it up and perhaps show your father and brothers how to use the microwave.

I dearly love you and the boys,

 Love Alfred Pennyworth

P.S.

Look into the highest cabinet above the refrigerator, and you will discover a jar of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies just for you.

 I grin widely, and before I can turn around and find the cookies, I’m stuck between the counter and a tall, hard body behind me. I freeze.

“Welcome home, Y/N. I missed you so much,” Bruce whispers in my ear. I can feel his hot breath above my shoulder and neck. The familiar smell of his expensive cologne fills my nostrils. His large hands rub my legs and grip onto my hips very hard. “Did you miss me?”

“H-hi dad. W-what are you doing?” I ask softly, but I know it came out like a whisper. One of his hands is holding my waist, while the other caresses my abdomen. It feels strange considering Bruce is supposed to be my father, and we shouldn’t be this close or even touching each other. But a part of me wants to keep feeling his hands on me and see what he does next.

“Holding you. Smelling you. Touching you,” he answers, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. He breathes harder when I press my backside against his front by accident. “It appears you want this too. Am I correct, Y/N?”

His hand pulls down my yoga pants enough, so he can reach into my underwear. Bruce continues to breathe hard from his nose when his fingers find my core. His thumb rubs fast circles on my clit, while he pushes two fingers inside me. I bite my bottom lip to stop a loud moan from coming out of me, but he appears he’ll have none of that. He stops fingering me.

“You better be loud, or I won’t let you cum, Y/N.”

Before I can beg him to keep going, he turns my face, so I can look him in those cold, pale blue eyes. “Please tell me you’re…not a virgin.” Bruce’s face is twisted in pleasure from just fingering me, but I can tell his lips are trembling and there’s a soft but pleading look in his eyes. This must hurt him as much as it’s hurting me.

“I-I’m not,” I confess, and wonder if he would change his mind if I said I was.

“Who was it with?” Bruce demands. He kisses along my shoulder to my neck before he bites on my soft spot. I hiss in pain and I grind into him again.

“Josh Mitchell. I was sixteen,” I answer harshly.

“Was he any good?”

Before I can answer, Bruce shoves the front of my body onto the counter, while he pulls down my yoga pants. My adrenaline is rushing, and I can feel myself wetting the counter from just his roughness. I can feel him unzip his pants and I can already imagine this thick, hard cock fucking me into oblivion.

“No, no he wasn’t good at all!” I cry out.

“Good, I’m actually relieved to hear that,” Bruce says, as he starts to stroke himself. “Do you want me to fuck you, Y/N?”

I want to turn around and watch him jack off. Hearing him pleasure himself isn’t enough. Bruce then jams two fingers back into my pussy and I whimper loudly. It has been too long since I’ve been intimate with a man. I need his cock now!

“I asked you a question, Y/N. Do I need to remind you who you are supposed to answer to?” he says seriously before adding a third finger inside me. I grip the counter and I breathe harder. I find myself rubbing my pussy on the edge of the smooth countertop for more friction, but he grabs my hips and stops me. “Now, do you want me to fuck you, Y/N, or should I leave you here, so you can dry hump the countertop alone?”

I growl louder, while my nails scratch the counter top. “YES! Yes, I want you to fuck me, Dad!”

As soon as those words left my mouth, I immediately wonder if I killed the mood. Why would I call him ‘dad’ when we’re about to have hot, rough sex in the kitchen? I need to apologize. I push myself up on my elbows and I shift my head to the side to apologize. I open my mouth to speak but stop when Bruce’s eyes darkened, and he growls as he slams his thick cock inside me.

I moan louder than I have in my entire life. His cock fills me up so much that I fear I won’t be able to walk straight for the next week or two. Bruce lifts my legs up and continues to shove me against the counter with every hard thrust. He wasn’t kidding when he said he was going to fuck me. The man is practically drilling into me with no kindness at all.

“Oh fuck! You’re so fucking tight. So wet and so hot,” Bruce groans out. With each thrust, I can feel he wants to let go and fuck me like he owns me.

“Go ahead, Dad. Fuck me. Fuck me like I’m yours and only yours,” I tempt him playfully.

Bruce growls and rams his cock faster into me. He keeps knocking the air out from my lungs, and I can feel my body pulsating against his. I grip the countertop harder each time, and I know my knuckles are turning white and becoming numb every second. With one hand on my hips, Bruce moves his other hand up my tank top to hold my tits.

“No bra? You’re a bad girl,” Bruce says in between panting.

“I forgot to do laundry,” I choke out.

“Excuses,” he manages to say, as he holds me up more, so he can penetrate me deeper. His cock is hitting a deeper spot in me. It must be my g-spot, because I have read about it but never actually felt it to know. I can feel myself clenching his dick tightly, and I know I’m getting closer to release. “You wanted me and your brothers to see your tits, huh?”

“Maybe,” I cry out louder than what I intended to. Fuck, what if one of my brothers hears me? They’ll really think I’m insane for fucking our father and for loving it every second. Bruce readjusts our position once more, so he can hit that spot continuously. “I-I think I’m going to cum!”

“Not yet, you better not!” Bruce growls, and drills into me harder and faster. With his powerful thrusts and the constant friction from the countertop on my clit, I know for a fact that I can’t last longer. His hands hold onto my hips while he fucks me harder than before.

I become a moaning mess. I can feel my mouth drop open because I feel liquid coming out from my core. Did I just squirt? What the hell is happening to me?

The sounds of skin on skin is louder because of my mess. I drop my head onto the counter while Bruce continues to fuck me. Before I can catch my breath, Bruce chuckles and lifts me up. “I just made you squirt. That has never happened before, has it?”

“No, that was my first time,” I answer breathlessly. He kisses my neck.

“You’re so wet,” Bruce grunts into my ear. Breathing heavily, he lifts my hips again, so he can rub my clit with his fingers. “You’re making a mess all over my cock. You’re such a bad girl.”

“I’m your bad girl,” I moan out, as I can feel another orgasm threatening to take over my body.

“Fuck yes, you are!” Bruce groans, and continues to shove his cock into my soaking wet pussy.

With every rough thrust, I know Bruce won’t last. I whimper once more when my pussy clenches his dick as he fucks me through my orgasm. A few more hard thrusts, Bruce pulls out and turns me over onto my back. He jacks himself off as I watch his cum spurt out all over my stomach.

Just seeing his hard, veiny thick cock before me turns me on once more. I lick my lips at how the tip of his dick glistens with his cum.

Bruce sighs heavily, and just when I think I should try to get up and clean myself, he pulls me up and kisses me. He shoves his tongue into my mouth, and we explore each other’s mouths as if this was our last chance to. He pulls away from me and rests his forehead against mine.

“You’re mine, Y/N. You belong to me, and the Batfamily. I don’t care who wants you, because you will never give them what you have given me. Do you understand?” Bruce asks, before giving me his famous bat glare.

“I understand, and I promise,” I swear before he kisses me once more.

“Good, now go wash up,” Bruce instructs before he helps me off the counter.

I grab a paper towel and wipe Bruce’s cum off my stomach before I pull up my yoga pants. As soon as I toss the damped paper towel into the trash, I immediately notice Dick Grayson is standing there at the entrance of the kitchen staring at me with fire in his eyes.

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The Reveal

Part 3 of Lin Adopts the Bros.

Part 1 can be found here.

Part 2 can be found here.

Lin stands in the middle of the ground, her family surrounding her like it were some intervention, Toph in the front and centre. Her boys were looking at her in concern, wondering why she was being surrounded like that.

"So… Lin, I think you have something to tell us" Toph announced confidently and Lin looked at her in confusion.

"What do you mean by I have something to tell you?"

"I want to see my grandkids" she said bluntly and could sense 3 hearts race and smirked. This was gonna be fun.

"I have no children of my own mother" Lin said stoically, not like it mattered to Toph, her heart said it all.

"Oh really? I'd like you to try again. And don't lie this time" Toph deadpanned and the rest of the family blinked in shock. Lin had kids? Who were they? When were they even born? She never took a single sick leave, let alone a maternity one.

"Alright, who are these kids you adopted?" Toph asked. "And if you don't tell, surely someone else will be more than happy to tell me" Toph said with a shrug, casually putting a hand around Mako and Bolin.

"That is none of your concern. They wish to remain anonymous and will remain anonymous until they wish otherwise" Lin growled.

"Or is it just you wanting to keep a secret?" Su asked suddenly.

"Well… I guess it could be said both ways," she started but then noticed them looking at each other with mischievous looks before subtly nodding at her with a smirk and she had to push down the urge to smirk with them. This was going to be fun.

“But then again, it’s not like you haven't met them at all. All of you have met them at some point or the other,” she said, unable to control that smug look that took over when everyone’s mouths dropped wide open.

“We’ve met them!? When? Where? How?” were the chorus demands she got and Lin just rolled her eyes. Predictable.

“I must say they are a decent bunch, Chief. Though a bit of a handful from what I’ve seen” Mako said in fake thoughtfulness and now everyone’s eyes were on him.

“You know them?” Korra asked. “Well… it was bound to happen. Ran into them talking with Chief when I went to give her one of my reports… actually, the most of station knows the two” Mako revealed.

“So your station knows but not your family? I’m hurt, sister” Su said with a pout. “Technically we haven’t talked for 30 years before we reunited 4 years ago. And we are still a work in progress. Again, it is their wish as to when they want to come out as my kids. With all 3 of us being danger magnets… I don't want them to be used as leverage against me” Lin admitted with a sigh.

“Chief, they are grown people and can defend themselves easily. You know that worry is kind of irrational, especially with their life before you took them in” Mako butted in.

He could understand his mom’s concerns with this issue quite well. She was protective of what is her’s and will go to any extent to protect them. And if they were to be used as leverage, she would go to any extent to save them, complying with the demands or not. But running around with Korra also meant that all their lives will be in constant danger. There was no escaping that. It came with their job description by the end of the day.

This was an argument that was long going for them, ever since they’d been kidnapped to be used as leverage for Korra.

“So… backtracking, we know them? How?” Asami asked.

“That’s for you to figure out. I mean, it's not that hard. And I know you know mother” Lin deadpanned.

“Oh yes, I know Lin. But I want to hear it from your mouth. Or theirs. Whatever is easier” Toph said, giving Lin her signature smirk.

“It's not that you are in danger anyways. You are with family right now. And everyone is here. Won’t it be the perfect time to reveal who they are?” Kya asked gently.

“They were street kids I’d arrested a long time ago… a few years after mom left the force” Lin confessed.

“Linny having a soft spot for street kids? Now that's something you don't see every day” Bumi cackled.

"Well, they were cuties. And young. And talented. You cannot let talent go to waste with the triads" Lin admitted and the brothers blushed. They weren't cute!

"Right. You aren't telling us everything. Spill. This might not have been a decision taken in one day" Suyin mumbled.

“Yeah, yeah. They kind of grew up on me. But then I had a huge target painted on my back so… we had to keep it all under wraps and hush. They still pretended to be street kids during the day and were my kids at night. And I must say, that had its own advantages” she said slyly and the brothers resisted their urge to sigh. They were going to be bombarded soon. Goodbye anonymity.

“After that… they soon got their own place to stay, but still often bunked with me. There have been a few narrow misses when some of you all came to see me and stuff. They were also there when you were first arrested, Korra. You know them quite well by now” Lin said, hoping that someone might catch onto her trail of thought soon. She’d dropped enough clues that it should be painfully obvious.

“And are they by any chance… pro-benders?” Jinora asked quietly as a sly smirk started to form on her face. Good. She had caught on.

“Who also happens to be best friends with a certain someone?” Meelo asked, catching his sister’s train of thought.

“One of whom coincidentally happens to be the most trusted detectives of the Chief of police?” Bumi asked with a wink.

“Mako and Bolin?” Korra asked with wide eyes and the three of them smirked as the others had their mouths hanging wide open.

“And you didn't tell us because?” Asami asked.

“Well… let's see… One, we wanted to make our own name and not be known just by our mother’s name. I think many of you will understand that.”

“Two, as mom said, she adopted us real young and even though we grew up on the streets, we couldn't defend ourselves easily and are easy targets to get to mom. And as we grew older… let's just say we didn't find the right time to share. Just like mom told you all. She wasn’t lying when she said that we weren’t ready for telling you guys about this. Especially Mako.”

"And 3, you all had already made a running joke about me being Mako's mom. Who am I to stop that?" Lin added.

"Ouch!!!"

[ryuichirou]

Lord God Savior of All Ryu, I ask for but one noble request. lol i just wanna see all your AUs. Like, I always here about them in replies and stuff but I've almost never seen what they actually look like. So if you could just tag pics of them or doodle (they can be super bad 30 sec doodles too, it don't matter to me) them, I would be the happiest, most joyful little shit ever.

Anon!! Thank you for being so interested in our AUs and wanting to learn more about them. It was a very good excuse for us to go through the list of the AUs, doodle them, revisit some of the older ones, etc. So yeah, your wish is granted lol

Here’s the majority of them, we decided not to include those that we’ve barely talked about and thought out... I’ve put tags for those AUs where we have at least something posted. Most of them are something we haven’t even talked about at all and they don’t have a single sketch, but I liked drawing chibis for them way too much. Sorry, I used your ask lol

We have a general tag for our aus and specific ones for some of them, but sometimes an au from here is not tagged separately, so you might have to use this general tag...I tried to fix it, I don’t think I missed anything, so it should be ok now! ;w;

1. Space AU. It’s a story about a space expedition.. which turned out to be not exactly what everyone planned thanks to Erwin. What a commander! 

2. Tribal AU. It’s a story about Eren becoming a part of the tribe where Erwin and Levi live. 

3. Babysitter AU. Levi is a babysitter to Eren and Zeke, unfortunately for Zeke, who’s 17 and not exactly thrilled about being babied. Sometimes there’s kid Erwin too. We’ve never posted anything related to this AU, I think, and I don’t think we will. There’s another AU related to this one, but 19yo Eren from the paths (he has the memory of the manga events) keeps kid Eren company as an invisible ghost, while others think that kid Eren is cursed or something.

4. SnK AU. A classical one, where Eren has dreams about the plot of SnK, but when the story stops progressing, he decides to kidnap Levi to make the plot go on. Erwin finds out later... and keeps Levi in the basement because he wants to know the ending too lmao plus it’s hot.

5. Mines AU. Erwin gathered a team for his wonderful plan to find a treasure, but it’s not like the rest of the team needs to know where they’re really going. Zeke’s particularly terrified to find that out. Despite its name, they spend the majority of time in the forest. Also, there’s a timeskip of 11 years. 

6. AU with Neetwin who’s a history teacher. We don’t tag this one though, it’s not like it’s our AU. So now it’s a Neetwin tag, although one of the drawings is with adult Levi... eh, who cares. 

7. CC AU (cleaning company). Levi works in a cleaning company and cleans up Neetwin and hobo Eren’s apts. They need a lot of work. Yes, they make their apts even dirtier to make Levi spend more time there. 

8. Prison AU. Damn this one is good... we came up with it before reading the timeskip in the manga, so Eren’s appearance doesn’t really match his age, he’s 17 lol Levi is a mafia member who goes to prison because he need to kill one of the inmates (who later became Zeke) on Erwin’s (Levi’s boss) request. Eren’s his personal guard, although Eren works as a regular guard too.

9. King Kong AU. It’s an AU where the Beast Titan is King Kong lmao Zeke is having fun killing dinosaurs... Levi, not so much. Thank Erwin for his wonderful plan of going to this island.

10. Rus AU, basically just characters living in Russia. Because ofc we will have this type of a setting... Damn, I thought we drew this one more often, huh. 

11. Sea AU. Mainly our modern AU, we use it as a base for other modern stuff for the most part. Levi’s getting two boifrond rings, he lives with Erwin, Eren visits them often, Zeke bitches a lot, fun times with and without Zeke, stuff like that. There’s also a subplot (11.5) where Eren gets “kidnapped” by a witch, so Zevi have to find him and bring him back. Titans exist in this AU, Eren and Zeke are titans, and all of them have military training, but Erwin and Levi retired some time ago. We don’t have a tag for just a modern setting, though. 

12. Cult AU. Eren lives on a farm and has a whole village of his followers. He also has cursed animals... and I think we’ve told about some of the plot points in replies. Erwin’s really into all this cult stuff because it affects reality for real, so he asks Levi to follow rituals, although Levi came to ask Eren to go back to normal life and finish the fucking school. 

13. Serial killer AU. Eren’s a serial killer, duh. Never posted anything with this one, unfortunately, but Eren got disappointed in the police when he was a child, so he decided to fix the situation himself, while Erwin and Levi, as a part of a special department, investigate his “fixing”. It also has a time skip. I really need to redraw at least one sketch...

14. Hospital AU. Levi gets into Marley trying to make Eren go back, but it’s not that simple because Eren doesn’t want to lol Basically canonverse with this small change.

15. Hobo AU. Eren and Levi are hobos, Zeke wants his brother to stop living under a fucking bridge. Later Erwin takes both of them under his roof because he really likes Levi, but he can’t leave Eren alone.

16. Doggies AU. AU where Eren’s a wolf and Erwin’s a doggo. Levi got Erwin because he was a retiring trained dog and sniffed enough drugs in his life, and Eren... his “owner” found him on the streets and lied to Levi about Eren being a dog. Later Eren turned into a magnificent beast and now he doesn’t want to leave. There’s also Zeke, but he belongs to Xavier. 

17. AU where Eren wants to become a mangaka. The first post is self-explanatory, although I’d probably make some changes now if I cared enough. There’s also a time skip where Eren ditched his manga and became hobo!Eren. His editor was pissed lol 

18. Scolopendra Eren AU. You know the drill, and I’ve talked about the plot in some of the replies. 

This post doesn’t show up on the tag for some reason.

19. Ghost Eren AU. I should’ve named it combini AU... Anyway, I’ve talked about this one a lot, although poor Erwin gets neglected a little bit lol it’s hard to compete with a ghost when you’re just a mere stalker... but a very invested one. Eren likes Erwin here, they’re vibing on the same malicious-towards-Levi wave. 

20. Shark Eren AU. It’s just for us for funs, Eren’s a shark, and Levi’s there to help him fight depression. Eren later escapes into the sea.

21. Midsommar AU. Levi and Erwin get an invite to go to the village from Yelena, Eren’s a part of a cult who is kinda attracted to one of the newcomers... Such a good movie, we need to draw them properly. Both Yeagerists and Eldians are a part of the cult, they don’t have any specific rules by which I categorised them... Although not all characters are present, and some of them (Jean, I think) are newcomers who will join the cult later. Sorry, I don’t remember much. 

22. Silent Hill AU. It started with Erwin peeking into Levi’s apartment, but now there’s Eren too... We haven’t thought out this one, I’m bad with Silent Hill AUs for some reason. 

23. House Eren AU. Eren’s a house, and we’ve explained how it works too, so just check out the tag. Levi actually lives there with Erwin, but I don’t remember if we’ve mentioned it or decided to skip this info. 

24. Eren pack AU. It’s an AU where Erens of all ages (6 of them, I believe) are a little bit feral, and they have wolf ears and tails, and they live in a specific place and Levi visits them every day and takes care of them. They love Levi. Here’s the only post that survived, and here’s a link for a twitter post which I never got back on tumblr after it got deleted. 

25. Trailer AU. The story is about Levi who has to live with Zeke for a month as his slave because Erwin lost him in a game of cards lol To be fair, Erwin lost a lot of money and their whole flat, and Zeke gave them a choice between that and Levi (he’s horny ok), and Levi agreed. Zeke even put Levi on a chain, although Levi doesn’t even try to escape...

26. Flower shop AU. Eren’s a plant, and he brings death to the whole planet. He keeps Levi alive though, as a treat for himself. We’ve explained some of the stuff in the replies. 

27. Blair Witch AU. It’s pretty much explained in this post, and if you saw the movie, there’s nothing for me to tell you. Everything that’s different from it is in the post lol 

28. Corpse AU. Eren’s a corpse, Levi’s a pathologist who works on difficult and mysterious cases alongside the police. Eren later comes to life along with a couple of other bodies...

29. Antichrist AU. Zevi adopt baby Eren, but Eren’s a fucking satan. He loves Levi, but Zeke... not so much. Zeke loves Eren to death, though. Eren would love to organise that, but first he needs to grow up a little bit. It doesn’t mean that he won’t torture his parents during his journey. And everyone else who interact with them.

30. This one doesn’t have a title, but it’s an AU where kid Eren went missing, and Levi goes into the forest to find him. Levi owns Erwin who’s a good doggo and helps him find Eren. It turns out Eren killed two adult dudes, and he has paths!Eren telling him what to do and how to do it... Paths!Eren has the memory of the canonverse.

31. Zombie apocalypse AU. There’s only one drawing with it though, but basically Levi builds himself a wonderful place to survive the apocalypse, and he keeps Zombie Erwin in the basement in hopes of Hange finding a cure. Then Eren joins just because he can and because Levi’s very awesome. Eren has a boner for the apocalypse and enjoys every second of it. 

32. No title, but Eren was casted away from the canon universe for the rumbling, and now he’s a mythological giant wolf who lives in a deep very old forest. He was very surprised to find out Levi exists in this universe... So he kidnapped him ❤️

33. Halloween AU. You’ve seen this one, it’s a story where Jean, Connie, Sasha and Eren get into the wrong house and find a ritual instead of a Halloween party... So after saving the child who, as it turns out, is not really a victim, they decide to ditch him at Eruri’s place.

34. Okusan AU. Levi’s a housewife, Erwin is a cuckold who’s really into adultery. He invites both Zeke and Eren from time to time to act as Levi’s husbands, and they (Levi and Erwin) almost get caught because the “husband” suddenly came home... Sorry, we’ve read too many doujinshis lol

35. Island AU. Erwin loves sending Levi to dangerous places to get souvenirs for himself, and now it’s time for Levi to get a crystal from a very isolated island full of strict rules in terms of interacting with outsiders. We have a cool idea for a two part drawing (like with our flower shop au), but it’ll take us ages to complete anything at this rate... I have like two sketches on Patreon for now, but damn this AU has so many cool visuals we wanna draw... It��s another cult AU with people living on Paradis (more like one village in the middle of the island), isolated from the rest of the world. They don’t welcome strangers, and Levi has three months to find and steal that crystal, although it’s not that simple.

36. Erewan. Not exactly a full AU, but Erewan’s a cursed animal plushie who kills people and loves Levi a lot. 

37. Cat AU. Everyone’s a cat (duh). Not really our AU, but it has its own tag, and it’s only asks. 

38. Tiny founder Eren AU?? Again, not really our AU, but now it has its own tag. 

I’ve also found the reply where I talk about how characters’ relationships work in some of the AUs, you can check it out too. I thought it was fitting for a master post. 

[post-modern-prometheus]

Okay but imagine this

When Peter is like eight (and Wanda and Pietro are like, twenty three) they go to a theme park for the fun of it, and while they are there, Peter wanders off. Because of it, Pietro and Wanda spend the next few minutes in a panic as they search for Peter.

Eventually Pietro finds Peter chilling by an ice cream stand eating ice cream with a little three year old girl with bright green hair. Pietro and Wanda come over and are kind of confused. Wanda is like ‘Peter did you kidnap someone’s child?’ Because that is 100% something little Peter would do, but he tells them that he found the baby wandering around all alone and couldn’t just leave her.

So Pietro and Wanda take both the little girl and Peter with them and they go to the police or some shit to try and figure out who the girl‘s family is. Eventually, they find out that the little girls name is Lorna and that she was, like them, and orphan. And Wanda and Pietro see how attached Peter is to her and are like ‘okay, we’re adopting another kid I guess.’

Fast forward a few years, it’s a couple months after teenage Peter broke Erik out of Pentagon (a few months after he, Pietro, and Wanda learn that Erik is their father) and he and Lorna are playing a game in the living room with toddlers Tommy and Billy while a pregnant Crystal watches on from nearby.

Lorna gets a little too into the game, and she ends up having an outburst that sends all the metal in the area flying. Everyone is like ‘wtf’ because Lorna not only just manifested, but she can control metal and Peter is like ‘oh shit.’ So Pietro and Wanda take Lorna to get a blood test and sure enough, they have another fucking sibling.

Lorna and Peter lose their shit when they learn that Peter can also control metal. Wanda and Pietro are just so tired. (and eventually when Wanda and Pietro meet Erik, they’re like ‘we raised your fucking children for you btw.’ and since Peter has yet to tell Erik that he has more kids, Erik panics)

when i read 'green hair' brain went LORNA BRRR

'we raised your fucking children for you btw' IS SENDING ME FHSBUFIEHAJSIUHF

and now im imagining peter and lorna just like. being the same magnetic things wait i hate science. but you know when you put two magnets with the same charge (? or is it force i forget uh oh sounding dumb on the internet but it's late and i have a headache) they repel. so imagine peter and lorna get a whole big ball of magnetic energy, run at each other, the forces collide and just sends them FLYING backwards in opposite directions. OH and erik has the opposite charge so he attracts them :)

[plaidbooks]

Hello!☺️ I love your writing so much !! Can I request something cute and fluffy for Barba x reader? Raf being a single dad, please? I can't stop thinking about it, the idea popped into my head and it doesn't go away 😂

Fatherhood

A/N: Heya Anon! Trying to come up with a way that Rafi is a father with no one knowing was fun haha! This is fluff with the slightest bit of angst. Hope you enjoy!

Tags: child abduction

Words: 1638

Taglist: @the-baby-bookworm @beccabarba @thatesqcrush @itsjustmyfantasyroom @stardust-fray @permanentlydizzy @infiniteoddball @ben-c-group-therapy @glowingmess @whimsicallymad @averyhotchner @mrsrafaelbarba @detective-giggles @dianilaws

It was a Saturday morning, and Rafael had the day off. Everyone made their jokes about what Rafael Barba even did on a day off—catch up on paperwork, get in a fight on Twitter with a defense attorney or idiot politician, or read up on some obscure law so he could use it in a trial to sound smarter than everyone else—but no one came close to what he actually did when not at work. Dressed in a loose polo shirt and jeans, he made the trip to his sister’s house. Not even Olivia knew his sister existed, let alone anyone else he worked with. Rafael had always been a private man, but he made sure to bury this side of his life so deep down, no one could use it against him…especially after the debacle with Willard digging into his personal bank account. Rafael was smarter, though; he wasn’t stupid enough to have this tied to his public life, his main bank account, his personal cell phone.

He knocked on the door, a wide smile on his face as a little girl with long, black hair and his green eyes answered. “Daddy!” she yelled, throwing the door open and launching herself into his torso.

“Alma, mi vida!” Rafael laughed, picking her up and kissing her cheek. When Rafael’s girlfriend slammed the door in his face 5 years ago, leaving a swaddled baby in his arms, he had no idea what to do. He waffled on the idea of putting her up for adoption, but his Mamí would have disowned him. It’s not that he didn’t instantly love Alma. But with his hectic schedule, and with his student loans and other bills, he had no idea how to care for a child. Thankfully, his Mam��, Abuelita, and sister had stepped up to help as much as they could. And so, he was there for his little Alma as much as he could be, and his sister watched her when he was stuck at work, or when Alma wasn’t in school. He paid for everything—with a private, separate bank account—and he never talked about her…to protect her. He saw how Olivia had to deal with threats, whether against her or Noah, and he didn’t think he could handle it. Even though he was a lawyer, not an NYPD officer, he still got threats on the reg, and he slept better knowing his daughter was safe…even if that meant not seeing her as often.

“Ready to go to the park?” Rafael asked, putting her on the ground. “Go grab your jacket; the wind is chilly.”

 ***************

On the walk to the park, Alma filled in Rafael on everything she had done at school this week. It was her first year in school, kindergarten, and she was excited to fill him in, even though they talked every evening on the phone.

“And then I got a gold star cause I knew the wholeeeee alphabet!” Alma said happily.

Rafael smiled down at her. “That’s because you’re the smartest girl in class!”

They walked by a small ice cream stand, and Alma screamed, “daddy, daddy! Ice cream!” And how could he ever say no to her? So, taking her hand in his, he walked up to the stand, getting Alma and himself an ice cream cone—chocolate swirl for her, vanilla for him. She absolutely covered hers in sprinkles, then giggled as she licked it, covering her face in rainbow chocolate. Rafael grinned, snapping a picture on his backup cell, and pulling out his emergency wet wipes.

 ***************

Days like today made Rafael the happiest man in the world. He laughed as Alma yelled, “daddy, look at me!” while she was on the play structure. He never took his eyes off her, making sure she was safe…well, as safe as a five-year-old could be on a playground with a bunch of other kids. Every time she tripped and fell, he had a mini heart attack, and he forced himself to not rush over to her. But then she’d get back up, laughing, and bounding around the playground once more.

“Is that one yours?” a woman asked, pointing at Alma.

Rafael turned to her, smiling proudly. “My one and only,” he replied.

“Aww, we should schedule a playdate with my little Chelsea! Look at them; they’re already becoming quick friends!” the woman said. Rafael looked back to where Alma was playing but frowned as he didn’t see her. Panic started to blossom in his chest as his eyes scanned the playground, searching for her pink jacket.

“Alma?” he called, his voice raised almost hysterically. He started rushing around the playground, looking everywhere. He only looked away for a second; where could she have gone? “Alma?!”

 *****************

You were jogging down a familiar path in the park, your music low in your ears, breathing measured. Stopping for a moment to wipe the sweat from your brow, you glanced around, taking in the sights; there weren’t many people in this part of the park, mostly just other joggers. But one thing did catch your eye; a man leading a young girl across the grass at a brisk pace. Something seemed…wrong, off. The girl was…struggling? It could just be an unruly child, but…. Following your instinct, you jogged over.

“Excuse me, your daughter is adorable,” you said cautiously, unsure how else to stop him.

“Thanks,” he replied, barely glancing at you as he tried to move passed you.

You kept in front of him. “What’s her name?”

Before he could even answer, the girl whined, “I don’t know this man!”

Heart in your throat, you made eye contact with the man for a split second before instincts took over once again, your fist connecting with his jaw. He dropped to the grass, out cold, and you reached your hand out for the little girl to grab.

“What happened, honey? What’s your name?” you asked.

She looked at you with wide eyes, but she didn’t cry; she just looked shocked. “Alma…he grabbed my arm while I was on the slide,” she explained.

Just then, the man started to stir. You glanced around at the people jogging by, and you waved your free hand. “Hey, I need someone to call the police,” you called, moving to stand on the man’s back.

A woman with blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail noticed you and came jogging over. “I’m NYPD; what’s going on here?”

You explained the situation, and she called for backup. “I’m going to take this little girl back to the playground—find her parents,” you said.

“I, uh, I know you’re trying to help. But I can’t let you leave with that child,” the woman—Detective Rollins, she had said—replied.

“Look, I’m not in the market for becoming a mother. But I’m positive Alma’s is freaking out right now, and she deserves to know her daughter is safe,” you reasoned.

Rollins weighed her options—who knew how long it would take until backup came? And what if Alma’s parents didn’t come this direction? It was a big park; it was entirely possible that they wouldn’t.

“Yeah, okay, fine. But if I see this little girl on a missing person’s report, I will personally track you down,” she promised. You nodded, taking Alma’s hand in yours and heading towards the playground.

“Who are you here with?” you asked. This poor girl; she couldn’t have been more than five…. You were going to rip apart her parents.

“My daddy! I haven’t seen him all week, so he took me to the park to play,” Alma said, giggling. Yep, you were going to kill this man. First, he doesn’t spend enough time with his daughter, and then he lets her get abducted?

You and Alma had made it halfway to the playground before she pulled from your grasp with a scream of “daddy!” and rushed to a man, who in turn yelled her name. He ran to her, scooping her into his arms and hugging her tightly, kissing her forehead. It was an endearing sight, and you felt some of your anger ebb away at the action. His eyes locked to yours, and he made his way to you. The remaining anger left when you realized how attractive he was, his bright green eyes drawing you in.

“Are you the one that found Alma?” he asked, still clutching the girl to him as if he’d lose her again.

“I am, yeah. Some guy was trying to take her; I think a Detective Rollins is still waiting for officers to arrest the guy. It’d be nice if you went and talked to her, showed her that I did return your daughter to you—”

“No, I’m taking Alma home, where it’s safe,” he cut you off. You gave him a questioning look, and he quickly changed subjects. “Thank you so much, for saving my little girl. Is there anything I can do to repay you?”

“Besides talking to that detective for me?” you smirked. He opened his mouth to reply, before he was cut off.

“Daddy, can she come over for dinner?” Alma asked, giving you the biggest grin. You felt your cheeks warm and the man’s ears turned pink.

“Ah, only if it’s okay with her,” he replied, looking at you with an eyebrow raised.

You glanced at the hand wrapped around his daughter’s back; no wedding ring, no wife to make jealous. “Y-yeah, sure. I’d love to.” How could you say no to this little girl? She was just too damn cute.

“Yay!” she cheered, almost falling from her father’s grasp before he caught her.

He turned to walk back towards the playground, and you fell into step beside him. “My name is Rafael, by the way,” he said, holding out a hand for you to shake.

[joezworld]

Silverliner Cults and Pet Cars

So this is what happens when @rise-comics and I are left mostly alone in a discord server.

Most of this is canon.

I like to think that the one speaking english is the metroliner cab car

[12:15 AM]and all the acelas speak french just to annoy the rest of the NEC

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:18 AM Buzz(in a Roz voice): I have not a goddamned clue what y’all are saying

📷@Jz1 and all the acelas speak french just to annoy the rest of the NEC 📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:19 AM Then they meet the one Charger who sounds like Arnold Schwarzenegger

📷@Jz1 Every charger has a different accent, which really does not mesh well with the rest of Amtrak, most of whom were built in Pennsylvania or Indiana and therefore have the blandest accent possible 📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:21 AM It’s called variety

[12:22 AM]- The one Long Range Charger, currently drunk off their ass(edited) 📷Jz1 — Today at 12:23 AM It's called One train with four accents. They send a Genesis to pick up the new Chargers and he spends the entire ride home regretting ever making fun of the Acelas because at least they don't speak with an accent jesus christ this isn't in english

[12:23 AM]He gets to beech grove and is visibly twitching

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:24 AM When they’re at Chicago, the Genesis has started contemplating murder

[12:25 AM]Until one of the chargers offers up their stash of acid as a bribe

📷Jz1 — Today at 12:25 AM "No one would blame me" [Queens accent from the back] What? "Nothing!" [California Accent from the back] Sounded like something man.

📷@Rise Comics(she/her) Until one of the chargers offers up their stash of acid as a bribe 📷Jz1 — Today at 12:26 AM There's not enough acid to make this bearable

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:26 AM At some point, there probably has to be trolling involved, from the POV of the genesis

📷Jz1 — Today at 12:27 AM By the time they pass through Iowa the Genesis is spreading baseless lies about how Amfleet cars work

Jz1 — Today at 12:27 AM

The Chargers take him at his word and start setting up shrines

Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:31 AM Oh god, Amfleet shrines

📷@Rise Comics(she/her) Oh god, Amfleet shrines 📷Jz1 — Today at 12:32 AM [Chargers] - We must leave offerings to THE SILVER FLEET

[12:32 AM][SEPTA Silverliner parked nearby] - The what now?

[12:33 AM]That acutally would be even funnier - they have no idea what an Amfleet looks like so they Cargo Cult the Silverliners

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:33 AM [The NJT F40s watching this happen] - dying of laughter, hard enough to derail without moving(edited)

Meanwhile the ACS-64 fleet is growing more and more CONCERN with each passing day

[12:34 AM]it is unclear whether they feel that the Chargers are nuts, or if they've missed a memo Jz1 — Today at 12:35 AM

They try to worship one of the Metroliners. It ends badly

Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:35 AM

The Genesis that instigated it is either laughing, terrified, or both

Jz1 — Today at 12:36 AM That Motherfucker hopped on the first Empire Builder west and made this mess someone else's problem

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:36 AM Lol

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[12:38 AM]Then an F59 just gets fed up enough to pull strings and get that guy back into Philly to beat his ass in the most Philly way possible. Jz1 — Today at 12:40 AM Poor sap arrives in Philly and the Entirety of Philly yard is like the locker shrine scene from MIB2 except they're all trying to worship some poor silverliner who is scared out of his mind(edited)

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:41 AM I can only imagine how scary it’d be to be in that situation(edited)

[12:42 AM]Or how funny it is for the SEPTA AEM-7 watching this happen(edited)

📷@Rise Comics(she/her) Or how funny it is for the SEPTA AEM-7 watching this happen(edited) 📷Jz1 — Today at 12:43 AM The entire AEM-7 fleet is laughing so hard they reverted to Swedish

[12:44 AM]The Acelas are laughing in French

[12:44 AM]The entire yard sounds like a fucked up version of Ellis Island

[12:44 AM]A single CSX engine rolls by on the bridge that goes over the yard, stops dead in his tracks, and runs the other way

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:45 AM Lmao

[12:45 AM]Woe be anyone who has to be in the yard at that moment

📷Jz1 — Today at 12:46 AM At that exact moment a Northeast regional shows up with a trainload of Amfleet coaches and a schism forms

[12:46 AM]An vainglorious RDC tries to get his own cult

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:46 AM Lol

📷Jz1 — Today at 12:47 AM No work is accomplished on this day

Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:49 AM

Ah yes, the Amfleet Cult incident of 2016 is one acid trip of a comedy

Was Franz Kafka one of the staff?

📷Jz1 — Today at 12:50 AM He only wishes he was

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:51 AM Lol

📷Jz1 — Today at 12:51 AM From that point on, The Charger deliveries were done by BNSF

[12:51 AM]Surely this will cause no problems ever

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:52 AM It’s either four different accents or everyone sounds like a slightly different surfer

📷Jz1 — Today at 12:53 AM It's either very german, very california, very New York, Or very Florida (because brightline)

[12:54 AM]I also like to imagine that the brightline engines turn into Florida Engine the moment they crossed the state line

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:54 AM Yep lol

[12:54 AM]Complete with alligators

📷Jz1 — Today at 12:54 AM Fought a Gator (and won)

[12:54 AM]Fought a Gator (and lost)

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:55 AM Lol

📷Jz1 — Today at 12:55 AM Florida Engine does 'industrial quantity" of Methamphetamines, breaks land speed record Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:56 AM Florida Engine swims across port

📷Jz1 — Today at 12:56 AM Florida engine learns to swim, fights boat

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:57 AM Florida Engine accidentally kidnaps entire Panama City Police Department

📷Jz1 — Today at 12:57 AM Some guy in Lake Okeechobee says he doesn't like trains - the water bubbles and a Charger erupts from the water "I heard you were talking shit"

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:58 AM Lol

[12:58 AM]Florida Engine busted for selling fake golden bricks

📷Jz1 — Today at 12:58 AM Florida Engine arrested for selling stolen fake golden bricks

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:59 AM Florida Engine derails, orders Wendy’s in a nearby drive thru

📷Jz1 — Today at 1:00 AM Florida Engine steals his own wheels, puts himself up on blocks Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 1:02 AM

Florida Engines accidentally welded together in one consist.

📷Jz1 — Today at 1:02 AM Florida Engines try to recreate Baldwin Centipede, accidentally create a different kind of Centipede

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 1:04 AM Florida Engine gets drunk, tries to fly

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 1:04 AM Lmao

📷Jz1 — Today at 1:05 AM Florida Engine vows revenge on airplanes - claims "they've had it too good for too long"

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 1:05 AM Florida Engine arrested for attempted arson via spaghetti

📷Jz1 — Today at 1:06 AM Florida Engine arrested for screaming about "noodle incident" at 4AM

Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 1:07 AM Florida Engine consumes too much NOs, recreates 2 Fast 2 Furious

📷Jz1 — Today at 1:07 AM Florida Engine jumps drawbridge - claims it was late for court

Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 1:08 AM

Florida Engine breaks world record for fastest and longest sustained multi track drift

📷Joseph R (he/him) — Today at 1:09 AM and hits a signal

📷Jz1 — Today at 1:09 AM Florida Engine steals house - claims fourth amendment

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 1:10 AM Florida Engines steal shed to avoid rent(edited)

📷Jz1 — Today at 1:11 AM Florida Engine crashes off end of line - claims he was going to Orlando to "see that rat mickey"(edited)

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 1:12 AM Florida Engine bites gator - claims it tasted like chicken

📷Jz1 — Today at 1:13 AM Florida Engine invades NASA Cape Canaveral - swears vengeance against SpaceX and Elon Musk

Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 1:16 AM

Florida Engines steal SpaceX rocket, dunks on Musk

Jz1 — Today at 1:16 AM Florida Engine Hacks Elon Musk's Twitter, Causes Dogecoin Pump and Dump

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📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 1:17 AM Florida Engines block port of Miami in world’s longest consist Jz1 — Today at 1:18 AM Florida Engines claim this act of sabotage was to support the container ship Ever Given "in her hour of need"

[1:19 AM]Florida Engines seemed unaware that Ever Given was freed two months ago Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 1:21 AM

Florida Engine spills fruit train, creates jam

Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 1:22 AM Florida car cosplays as train, wears cone as a hat

Jz1 — Today at 1:24 AM Florida Airplane lands on Train Tracks, offers Florida Engine "a fair fight"

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 1:25 AM Florida Engine and Florida Plane fight in world’s largest Wawa, Florida Boat wins

📷Jz1 — Today at 1:25 AM Hahahaha

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 1:26 AM A gator was shoved where the sun don’t shine

📷Jz1 — Today at 1:26 AM Florida Engine attacks John Deere Dealership, fights gators

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 1:28 AM Florida Engine throws pet gator at John Deere dealer(edited)

📷Jz1 — Today at 1:29 AM Florida Engine steals Car, claims he was 'adopting it'

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 1:31 AM Florida Engine sells stolen cars as ‘pet cars’ 📷1

📷Jz1 — Today at 1:32 AM Florida Engine and Florida Boat conspire to traffic in exotic "pet cars"

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 1:34 AM Florida Semi-Truck roped into exotic ’pet car’ scheme by Florida Engine and Florida Boat.

📷Jz1 — Today at 1:35 AM Florida Crane arrested in increasingly-large "pet car" bust

[1:35 AM]Florida Submarine also under suspicion

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 1:38 AM Autoracks stolen by Florida Train

📷Jz1 — Today at 1:38 AM Florida "pet car" bust increases - multiple Florida Engines suspected

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 1:39 AM Florida East Coast Railway Indicted In ‘Pet Car’ Scandal

📷Jz1 — Today at 1:40 AM Florida Plane denied bail in "pet car" arrests - deemed a flight risk Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 1:45 AM Florida Train acquitted on all charges relating to ‘pet car’ scandal, still fined for public exposure.

📷Jz1 — Today at 1:46 AM Florida Train thanks Florida Lawyer for proving innocence - Florida Boat and Florida Crane to go to trial next week

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 1:48 AM Florida Boat was actually Egyptian fishing trawler. Florida Boat still at large.

[erin-bo-berin]

Riot

MASTERLIST

Surprise, I’m back guys with more fics! I was so happy when I finally was in the right mood and headspace to get some writiing done, I had missed it dearly. I also missed being able to share my work with you guys. This was an older request by @theitcaramelchick​ for the reader to meet Spencer at a sort of animal activist event. I apologize for it taking me so long to post, but I spent a little extra time perfecting this one than most. Happy reading!

Spencer Reid/Reader

Word Count: 1,885

Rating: G (fluff)

Spencer grumbled as the SUV pulled closer to the crowd of people.

He thought of the earlier conversation he’d had with Emily Prentiss, his supervisor and boss, the unit chief of the BAU.

Now, when it came to the BAU, you’d automatically think the team would always work on cases involving serial killers, profiling them, planning take downs, saving lives. This current assignment he had wasn’t part of his credentials.

“Emily, I should be here to help out with the case,” he pleaded.

“And you will be.”

“But why do I have to do this when you need me here?”

Emily gave him a look.

“Spence, it’s really not that big of a deal.”

“We catch serial killers, not supervise protests.”

“It’s not supervising. You’re just there to keep the peace. Besides, Anderson was going to do it but his wife just went into labor so I obviously can’t send him.”

Spencer had to bite back the groan he felt like releasing. 

“All you have to do is just make sure no one is harmed, no crime is committed and that it remains peaceful on both sides,” Emily instructed, “It shows that the FBI cares about matters like these and has an interest in all parties’ safety. It will take a few hours, tops.”

He sighed heavily. 

“Okay, I’ll do it.”

“Thanks,” she grinned, patting his arm, “See you soon.”

That was how he was roped into “supervising” this protest.

Spencer had no idea what it was for, but when the SUV pulled into the parking lot of an abandoned looking building all he saw was a lot of chaos.

Well, this would be fun.

•

“Okay everyone back up!”

Spencer grimaced as he attempted to make his way through the throng of people.

Shouts from officers rang in his ears as did the protesting voices from the crowd. If only he could get closer to see what was actually going on, he might be of more use.

He finally made it to the front of the crowd where one, aggressive police officer was tightly gripping the arm of a girl. He couldn’t see the rest of the girl other than the arm that was bright red where the officer’s hand was clasped.

“Hey, hey!” he rushed forward, “There’s no need to be so hostile,” he told the burly cop.

The man narrowed his eyes at Spencer, scrutinizing him.

“Who are you?”

Spencer pulled out his badge, showing him.

“SSA Spencer Reid from the FBI. You know, the Federal Bureau of Investigation? You might have heard of us.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw the woman’s eyes widen at his statement.

“What’s the feds doing here?”

“To help keep the peace. Which you definitely don’t seem to be doing. Do I need to make a report to your superiors,” he squinted at the man’s name tag, “Officer Graham?”

A sour look crossed his face.

“No. You can take it from here, agent.”

The man all but stomped away leaving Spencer alone with the woman.

“I’m sorry about that ma’am, he had no right to-” he froze, mid-sentence, when he turned towards the woman.

She was wrapped with chains like prisoners he’d seen put away. But instead of them restraining the criminals, these chains connected her to something.

She was chained to the building behind her.

He was quite literally standing in front of a woman who had chained herself to a building.

A quite attractive woman, at that.

•

You peered dubiously at the agent as he stared at you, mouth hanging open.

“You trying to catch some flies in that venus flytrap of yours?” you asked.

He closed his mouth quickly, snapping out of it.

“Uh, why was he rough handling you?”

“Maybe because I happen to be chained to a building.”

“Yeah, that’d make a lot of sense,” he mumbled, his gaze still lingering over your restraints.

He still looked like he couldn’t believe what was happening. You suppressed the urge to roll your eyes.

“Um,” he licked his lips, his eyes squinting at you a tiny bit, “Why exactly are you chained to a building?”

You sighed.

“You wouldn’t understand. Anyway, I’m fine. You can go now.”

“Try me,” he challenged, folding his arms.

In truth, Spencer was intrigued.

“I don’t want them to tear down this animal shelter. The city wants to tear it down to build apartments here.”

“And that’s bad?” Spencer asked, quirking an eyebrow.

You huffed, annoyed.

“Yes. It is. I told you that you wouldn’t understand. Anyway, the officer was trying to forcefully remove me and stop the protest now that the contractors decided to save the building, but I can’t move.”

“Why not?”

“I might’ve accidentally lost the key to the padlock and I can’t get out. Officer Graham thought I was lying just to be a nuisance, but I’m actually stuck.”

“Well…” Spencer paused, holding back a smile, “I have to say at least you’re dedicated.”

“I’m pretty proud of it if I do say so myself,” you chuckled a bit.

“Hey, um, would you like me to help though? I could get someone here faster than anyone else here could.”

“Yes, please. I really don’t want to spend the night stuck here.”

“One second.”

Spencer excused himself, dialing a familiar phone number.

“Hey Spence, how’s it going?” Emily asked from the other side of the phone.

“It’s going. Do you know if Rossi still has that pair of bolt cutters in his car?”

“Uh...I’m not sure? Why?”

“It’s a long story. If he does, can you ask him if he’d mind running them out here to me?”

“Sure.”

He can hear Emily’s hesitation and he assured her everything was fine and that he’d explain later.

The girl was glaring and hollering at someone when he returned.

“What was that about?”

“Oh just some people who think animal activists are scum. They’re just mad the city responded to us and decided to keep the shelter open.”

“Tell me, why this place? Not to be rude, but it’s pretty worn down.”

He braced himself for the girl to yell at him for saying such a thing, but it didn’t happen. In fact, you just looked sad.

“I used to volunteer here. I still help out every now and then, but it is getting pretty run down. I wanted to save it because I want to help restore it. Whether it’s raising money to help restore it or actually physically helping with it, I wanted to be a part of it. This shelter has helped so many abandoned animals. Cats, dogs, bunnies. It was such a rewarding feeling taking care of them and seeing them being adopted out to a good family. I want it to stay here.”

“Wow,” he said, moved by your dedication to the shelter, “That’s amazing.”

“I guess,” you shrugged, “Most people find us irritating or a nuisance.”

The crowd of protesters had begun to thin, leaving a far less amount of people then there had been when he’d arrived.

“If it helps any, I don’t think that’s true. I think it’s brave what you and your friends did. Plus you won the battle. I mean you even chained yourself to a building.”

You broke into a grin, laughing.

“You’re still not over that, are you?”

“It’s gonna take a while,” he chuckled.

“So, are you really an FBI agent or did you just say that to annoy officer Graham?”

“I actually am.”

“Jeez, you think what I do is brave,” you mumbled.

“It’s not all that bad,” he said, “Okay, maybe it is.”

You gave him a knowing look and he broke into a smile. It was a rather gorgeous smile at that, showing off a row of perfectly straight, white teeth. You couldn’t remember the last time you met a guy with such a genuine, contagious smile.

“So how did the FBI get roped into appearing at a riot?”

“That’s a long story.”

You looked down at the chain around your waist, then back up at him.

“Well I’m not exactly going anywhere and I’ve got time.”

Your statement dripped with sarcasm and it made him laugh again. You couldn’t help but smile at it. He had a nice laugh as well. You suddenly had the irrational urge to make him laugh again.

He didn’t argue any further though and dove into the story.

He had just finished it up when an older gentleman came running up to the guy that you’d been talking to for the last half hour

“He’s with you I’m guessing?” you nodded towards the other man.

The second man eyed you curiously before turning back to the agent you’d been bonding with.

“Should I even ask, Reid?”

“Uh, I’ll explain later Rossi. Thanks for bringing the bolt cutters.”

He took them and you tried to suppress a grin when you noticed him give the other agent a shooing motion, as if trying to get him to leave. You acted like you didn’t notice though, even though you heard the salt and pepper man mutter something to him.

“Details later, huh?”

With a quick look that you sure meant for him to scram, he turned back to you, the other man walking away from the two of you.

It took a few good hard squeezes of the bolt cutters to finally break the chain, but it finally gave way. You were pretty sure you’d never take advantage of freedom ever again.

“Thanks,” you said, stepping away from the tangle of the chains, briefly losing your balance.

His hand was on your arm, steadying you.

“So, um. Thank you for everything today,” you smiled slightly, “Especially for listening. Not many people bother to do that.”

“You’re welcome. I enjoyed it, oddly. But I never got your name.”

“Y/N.”

“Spencer,” he smiled at you.

“Well thank you again, Spencer.”

You turned to grab your things that you’d set aside earlier in the day. Picking them up, you turned to head for your car when he stopped you.

“Wait!”

You looked back over your shoulder, curiously.

“Would it be okay if I, uh, take you out some time? Maybe we can talk more about you wanting to help the shelter. If you want to, that is.”

You shouldered your backpack that’d been in your hands and turned to fully face him.

“I’d love to.”

He smiled, holding out a hand for your backpack.

“I can carry those to your car, if you need help.”

You obliged, picking up the rest of the signs and posters you’d created for people to hold today. It was a good feeling knowing that these signs had been put to good use and helped you and your friends save the shelter. Not only had that occurred, but you had met Spencer as well.

“You know you remind me a lot of a friend of mine,” he stated as the two of you walked towards your car.

“Oh? Is that a good thing?”

“Definitely. I have a feeling she’d love you and love to help you with your cause, if you don’t mind some extra hands occasionally.”

“Never can get enough of those,” you replied, earnestly.

“Good because I can’t wait to introduce you to the outstanding Penelope Garcia.”

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The Tran-Cavill Grandkids

Henry = 79 / Olivia = 70 / Vanessa = 47 / Elodie = 40 / Heather and Chloe are 36

Olivia: We have 8 grandchildren. It has been sixteen years since I first became a grandmother, but I still have to get used to it.

Henry: I love being a granddad. I love everything about it, especially when they all come over and we have seventeen people over.

Oliver (16)

Olivia: Oliver is Chloe’s and Joon Ki’s first son and our oldest grandson. Chloe was still in college and scared out of her mind when she found out she was pregnant. I stayed over in her dorm from her twenty fifth week of pregnancy to the thirtieth, since poor thing was suffering from a lot of panic attacks and because of their different schedules, Joon Ki and her friends couldn’t be there for her. I forgot how disgusting those dorms were. After that, she took online classes, because she was really fatigued and uncomfortable. She stayed at our place again up until the birth.

Henry: When Oliver was born, my life stopped for a moment. I was officially a granddad. I mean, I always knew I wanted to become a father, but a granddad… I never really thought that far into the future. But Oliver is such a wonderful young man. Takes his job as the oldest grandchild very seriously.

Olivia: He comes over a lot, since our house is on the route when he goes home after school. He helps us with some chores or just comes over to drink some tea with us. Oliver even offers to do groceries for us every Saturday.

Dylan (14)

Henry: Dylan is Vanessa’s and Trey’s first son. We were delighted that we were going to be grandparents of two boys. However, it was pretty hard for Vanessa and that absolutely broke my heart. My poor girl was in a lot of pain and discomfort and there was nothing I could do about it.

Olivia: Vanessa became dehydrated pretty early on in her pregnancy, forcing her to quit her job. I actually quit my job too, because I realized that I needed to be there for her. 

Henry: Finally, after all those years of her saying that just because I am rich, doesn’t mean she should stop working. 

Olivia: Anyways, my poor baby was really out of it and I moved in with her and Trey for a while, because they obviously needed to prepare a lot for the arrival of their little boy. So Henry and Trey decorated the entire nursery, while Vanessa and I tried to come up with a birth plan, me telling her about the whole giving birth thing and how scary it can be. We even went to a few therapy sessions, simply to put her mind at ease.

Henry: However, Dylan was born ten weeks too early and it was a trying time for all of us. We spend so much time in the NICU. Thankfully the entire family stepped in to help Vanessa and Trey out. Dylan was a pretty weak baby, also really tiny and had troubles eating. Though he was sick and tired pretty often, he grew out to be such an amazing kid, who understands the limits he has and despite that, still manages to participate in certain sports. We are so proud of him. 

Megan (9)

Olivia: It took five years before Vanessa got pregnant again and thankfully this pregnancy was easier on her. We were so excited when we found out she was pregnant with a little girl! Our first granddaughter. Megan is such a bright young lady. When she was four, she saw a picture of Henry having a tea parties with her aunts when they were around her age. The next time she came over, she brought a dress and her cups and saucers and forced Henry to partake. 

Henry: I thought those days were over, but I’m a push over and I couldn’t say no to her. Megan is such a happy go lucky kid, with the most infectious giggle. I remember when she was a baby, she started to giggle and didn’t stop. Nowadays, she can just stare at you, before bursting out in a fit of giggles. She also forces me to dance with her, but thankfully every Tran-Cavill girl tells her that it’s for the best that I don’t dance.

Jake (8)

Henry: Jake is Chloe’s second second and that is one special kid. He was already dancing in the womb, according to the sonographer. I think he was only two months when I was playing some music in the background and Jake was in his seat. He started to move his arms right on the beat!

Olivia: He is now going to dance classes and I have to say: that kid knows how dance. He can appear to be a bit more introverted, isn’t really in your face when they come over to visit. All in all, he is a pretty timid kid, but the second he hears music or is on a stage, he dances his heart out. So amazingly talented! When he visits, he always gives us little previews of the dances he taught in class. 

Kiki (4)

Henry: Heather was never the type of woman that dated. She was always more focused on her own career. It did shock me when she told us that she got pregnant and that she had to tell her boyfriend about it, since we all had no clue that she was even dating someone. Not even her own twin sister knew! 

Olivia: What a fucking doorknob that guy was. Heather wanted me to join her, when she would tell this Tom dude she was pregnant. Turns out she really is a daughter of mine, because she found herself a man that is the spitting image of Wesley, appearance wise and personality wise. He got so mad when she told him and even had the audacity to tell Heather that she got knocked up by someone else. He really wasn’t hiding the fact that he was an idiot, because he told my sweet Heather all that, when I was right next to her! Long story short, I broke them up, slapped Tom in the face and threatened to kill him if he ever sought out to her or the baby.

Henry: That’s my girl.

Olivia: But Heather is a real trooper and manages to take care of Kiki just fine. Thankfully we love her dearly and didn’t kick her out, because she got pregnant out of wedlock (like my parents and brothers did). We are the go to baby sitter for Kiki and it’s so much fun to pick her up from school. It reminds me of the times that we would pick up our own girls from school.

Henry: Kiki is such a happy go lucky little girl. She is a ray of sunshine and we are so lucky and grateful that she is in our lives and that that idiot Tom is not. I fear the day that I run into him, because I will throw him in front of a bus. Accidentally of course.

Olivia: Henry, honey, remember: you’re nearing the ripe age of eighty. What if you break a hip or your wrist?

Lewis (14)

Olivia: So, Katie, Elodie’s wife, used to teach English in Secondary school, but after she lost her job, since her school had to close, she became a substitute for three months at another school. That’s where she met nine year old Lewis. According to her, he was a shy kid, but every day after school, he’d linger around the classroom and talked to Katie. He would help her out with cleaning up, make his homework and often they would walk out of the school together.

Henry: Unfortunately she had to leave after three months and according to her, it was pretty hard leaving Lewis. Two weeks after she left the school, she got a call in the middle of the night. The principal of that school informed her that Lewis was removed from his home by the police. The neighbors called it in, since they heard the abuse going on. Later on, it turned out that Lewis was the victim of abuse on a daily basis. He lingered in Katie’s class room to postpone the moment of going home to his father. He was in desperate need of someone who would take him into emergency foster care.

Olivia: However the only person he wanted to stay with, was Katie, so she and Elodie took him in. It was supposed to be for a week, but a week turned into a month and after a nasty trial, they officially adopted Lewis on his tenth birthday!

Henry: I remember him coming over for the first time. Maybe it was a bit mean to let him meet everyone at once, but despite his nerves, he managed quite well. Now we know Lewis as such a hardworking young man, who desperately tries to help others and makes sure that they can reach their full potential.  

Stella (8)

Olivia: Elodie and Katie got into foster care a whole lot more seriously after they adopted Lewis and three years ago, they had to foster Stella, who had lost both of her parents in a tragic accident and there wasn’t anyone that could care for her. I remember Elodie and Katie having a bit of trouble with Stella, because she would lock herself up in her room and not talk to anyone.

Henry: It was hard, but Lewis swooped right in and the two of them had such long conversations. I think it was because of him that Stella opened up to her moms, but also to the rest of the family. She and Lewis are definitely partners in crime. She is quite something. Very mischievous and sneaky. She loves to scare people, hiding behind doors, but she doesn’t do it to us (thankfully), because she is afraid will scare ourselves a heart attack. So considerate. 

Olivia: In a lot of ways she reminds me of Vanessa. She is very eloquent and uses fancy words to throw you off guard. I love taking her out with me, because, just like Vanessa, she “whispers" something to you (most likely she’s gossiping), but the people she is talking about, can always hear it. I know I shouldn’t condone this, but I love the faces of the people when they hear Stella say: ‘Grandma, why is that woman wearing those shoes? The straps are too tight. She looks like a ham.’

Henry: You allow that? You should discipline her.

Olivia: I have been raising kids since I was twenty three and I always made sure to discipline them. Now that I’m a grandma, I can let it slide for a few times.

Charlotte (2)

Henry: And last but not least, little Charlotte. They fostered her since she was a year and officially adopted her six months ago. We don’t know exactly what happened to her, since she was abandoned at around nine months. No one actually knows what her exact age is, let alone her birthday. 

Olivia: It’s such a shame that something this horrendous could happen to such a precious little bean. She is, despite the things that happened to her, a lovely young girl, who kind of reminds me a lot of Elodie. A bit shy, a bit quiet and not a smiler.

Henry: Definitely not a smiler to strangers at all, but when she does… She’s so precious. Lewis and Stella are really good with her as well. These two were made to be older siblings. I can’t wait to see what kind of girl Charlotte becomes!

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Olivia: We are so blessed with our beautiful grandchildren and it’s my goal to become at least a hundred years old, so I can see every single one of them at least graduate!

Henry: And I want to hold my great-grandchild, so yeah, I agree, my love. We should become at least a hundred years old.

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Welcome Home: Safety

⚬ Pairings: Hoseok x Reader ft Jimin

⚬ Genre:  Hybrid AU  | Romance | Angst | 

⚬ Warnings: Mentions of Trauma  | Nightmares  | PTSD  | Mentions of Domestic Abuse  | 

⚬ Word Count: 4.4k

⚬ Summary: Adopting Hobi was a complete accident - well maybe not an accident - but you definitely did not expect to walk home from the adoption fundraiser with a ex-police dog in tow. But maybe having Hoseok around was going to be a blessing in disguise. 

⚬ Author’s Note: This is apart of the Welcome Home Series. This is the first instalment - and there will be many more to come! Let me know what you thought and who you think will be next. (it should be pretty obvious)

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“We’d like to welcome all the participants in todays fundraiser. All of the hybrids that are up for adoption today have been rescued and rehabilitated over the past two years, and have finally decided they wanted to find new families.” The old woman says into her microphone, the hybrids standing around the stage waving to the audience - some definitely more excited that others.

You look over each of the hybrids, some cat and dog hybrids as well as some exotics standing on the sides of the stage interacting with the people that approach them to ask about adoption.

“You look a little lost.” A voice whispers from besides you as you look down at your handout with a photo and small description of each of the hybrids up for adoption.

“Yeah…A little bit. I really didn’t think I was going to come today but my doctor thinks adopting a hybrid could be really beneficial for me.” You say back glancing at the older man besides you quickly before turning back to the handout. “I don’t even know what kind of hybrid I’m looking for.” You whisper more to yourself than anyone, sighing as you drop your hand holding the handout.

“Well it sounds like you need more of an active hybrid, but not one that is overly excitable - oh and one that isn’t too standoff-ish.” He says taking the handout from your hand looking over it quickly before letting out a big grin. “And I know just the one.”

The man moves quickly, waving for you to follow him. He shuffles over to a small tent at the back of the fundraiser, two straight faced hybrids standing underneath it.

“Hoseok. Jackson. Meet…” You quickly give the man your name, and he repeats it softly, giving the two hybrids an encouraging smile as they both introduce themselves back.

“Our lovey friend here is interested in adopting a hybrid - and judging by what she was saying she needs someone just like you, Hoseok.” The old man can’t help but nudge the black haired hybrid towards you, the two of you quickly taking steps apart.

“Hobi here is one of my old partners - we spent most of our days stuck in that ragged old police car, but we still managed to have fun. Didn’t we?” The man chides, Hoseok nodding along as he continues to look over your appearance.

“You were in the police force?” You question, the old man nodding quickly.

“I still am - but our hybrids tend to get worn down quicker, it’s a tough job for them - most of them retire by the age of twenty five. Hobi, here was one of our best. I wanted to make sure he got the best home possible, so I thought I would bring him here - see what kind of family he was looking for.” You nod along to the mans answer, looking over to the large scar running from the bottom of the hybrids chin, disappearing under his collar.

“That’s understandab—“

“I like her.” The hybrid cut you off, looking over to the man standing besides the two of you. “She has a good smell.” He adds, though he could smell something mixed in - a smell he was very familiar with - Anxiety.

“Ok - well maybe we should leave the two of you alone for a moment…to discuss things.” The man and the second hybrid scuttle away the two of them sending you an encouraging smile distracting you as hoseok takes a few steps closer, inhaling deeply.

“What are you doing?” You shriek, jumping away from the hybrid - his own reflexes making his jump back as well, straightening his back.

“Sorry…I just needed to make sure.” He says quickly, putting his hands up in defence turning to grab some papers off of the table. “You smell like sunflowers and honey.” He says handing you the papers and a pen, before adding, “Though, I can smell some fear - you don’t like being in public places, do you?”

“No, not particularly. What are these?” You look down to the papers in your hand taking the pen from Hoseok.

“They’re expressions of interest. If you are interested in adopting me, you need to fill one out. Mr Bang will look through all the forms at the end of the evening picking the top three and then let us decide who we want to be with more.” Hoseok explains, pointing to the pile on the table - the pages already covered in ink. “Most of those people are inadequate - they either want the status or the skills of an ex police hybrid. But you…You are much better. I like you much better.” He adds quietly, watching expectantly as you read through everything on the paper clicking the end of the pen a few times before looking back to him.

“It’s only if you want to though…I understand if you don’t want to - we can be a bit intimidating.” You sigh and give him a small smile before beginning to fill out the forms, taking notice of the small smile that blooms on Hoseok’s face as you focus on the forms, his smile disappearing as you lift your head to look back at him as you hand him the forms - completed.

“We will be in touch very soon.” Hoseok says leaving you in the dust as he rushes to the old man standing across the grass oval, handing him the forms with hurried words - the old man sending you a big smile in response.

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It’s been three days since the adoption fundraiser and you haven’t heard anything about the ex police hybrid and the happy old man.  To be completely honest - you were disappointed.

Hoseok - as weird as he was - left quite a nice impression on you. He left you with a feeling of warmth you hadn’t felt in years. His smile haunted you as you wondered what went wrong.

Maybe they just chose someone more qualified?

Even Hoseok said ex police animals can be intimidating.

Your phone ringing from the lounge makes you spring up from the chair at the dinner table - rushing to grab the phone and answer the call.

“Hello?”

“Hi…This is Hoseok from the adoption fundraiser, is this the number for Y/N?” The voice cuts through you like a knife, and you can’t help but smile.

“Yes, this is Y/N.” You answer quickly. What if he’s giving you bad news? The boy on the other line seems to pause for a moment before spitting out.

“Would you be able to meet me at the coffee shop next to the Incheon Police Station? I was hoping you were still interested in finishing off those adoption papers.” You can’t help but let out a deep breath - this was everything you had been thinking about the past few days.

“Yes. Yes, I’d love to.” You say quickly, cringing slightly before you add, “I could probably drop in, in about half an hour,” in a softer tone. The boys on the other line seems just as excited, his voice cracking slightly as he confirms with a ‘see you soon’ before hanging up the phone.

You rush to get ready, tidying what you could, of your crowded apartment, just in case. You pull on a large cardigan, grabbing your bright yellow handbag from the door before rushing down the stairs to your car parked on the street - the drive to the cafe passing quickly.

It’s easy to spot the hybrid and his previous owner sitting in the corner of the cafe - teenage girls gawking and whispering about the cute hybrid, the sound seeming to annoy Hoseok by the twitching of his ears. His gaze moves from the group of teenager over to you standing by the door, his facing lighting up as he pokes his owner motioning to where you stand.

You hurry over to the two smiling men, ignoring the way the teenage girls scoff as you pull up a seat, giving Hoseok a small smile as his tail smack against the chair besides him.

“Y/N, we’re so glad you could make it. Hobi here has been talking about you non-stop. He refused every potential owner I showed him.” The man laughs as you take a seat, the hybrid flushing as his secret is revealed.

“Well, I’m glad. I was really disappointed for a moment, I thought you had chosen someone else.”

“Never.” Hoseok gasps at your sentence. You stare at him for a second, surprised at his dramatic reaction.

“He’s always been one to bond quickly. There are many people he doesn’t like but when he finds someone he does like - he doesn’t let them go.” The man explains, looking at Hoseok with a fond smile. “Well, I guess we should get on with it.”

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Filling out all the paperwork take the three of you almost two hours.

Apparently owning a hybrid comes with quite a lot of paperwork.

“Ok, well I’ll go send these to the registration office and they should send you and hobi your new licenses in a few days.” The older man says. He had briefly explained to you that hybrids and owners must carry a license that shows their status. Yours will have a picture of Hoseok and his details on it as well as your own to show that you're his rightful owner, whiles Hoseok’s will have a picture of you and your details as well as his own to show others that he has been adopted.

“It saves everyone a lot of trouble - a clear way to show that they are owned and cannot be taken without consent. It also gives them a bit more freedom.” The older man had said after explaining everything to you. You nodded as he collected all the papers sliding them into a yellow envelope before tucking it under his arm.

“Well, we better get your stuff out of my car.” He says and Hoseok jumps up to help grab all of his belongings, moving them from the mans sleek black car, into your run down silver jeep. The two men embrace each other quickly - the older man whispering something into Hoseok’s ear that has him nodding and stepping towards you, as the old man slides into his car pulling away from the curb shortly after.

“We should probably get some groceries before we go home.” You mumble, fumbling with your car keys - motioning for Hoseok to get in the passenger seat.

Your trip to the store is quick, Hoseok’s face was straight as he watched all the people mull around - but his tail wagged like crazy, hitting against your hip every few seconds as you pick out some of his favourite foods, and treats, deciding tonight was going to be a celebration and you would both order pizza for dinner.

Hoseok carries all the groceries for you, rejecting your attempts to take one of the bags from him, he follows behind you closely as you make your way to your apartment, his tail now smacking against the wall as you walk down the hall.

“Look what we have here?” A voice hisses from outside your apartment door. You smile at the spoilt hybrid, jumping at the way Hoseok growls from behind you.

“Be nice, Jimin. This is Hoseok, my new hybrid. We just finalised the paperwork today.” You say quietly opening the door to your apartment, ushering Hoseok inside as you turn back towards the feline hybrid.

“Oh…You got a hybrid?” Jimin asks, the surprise evident on his face. You had known Jimin for four years now, since your first moved into your apartment - his owner an elderly woman that lived down the hall - used to spoil him rotten. He was her prized possession. Recently she had gotten weaker and Jimin had turned to getting his attention from you.

You had mentioned to Jimin in the past the your were thinking of getting a hybrid, and that your doctor had recommended one. He had joked with you, saying you should just adopt him. You laughed and waved off the idea never taking notice of the way his face dropped.

“Well, I guess that means I can’t hang around anymore.” He shrugs going to walk to his own house but you stop him, a small hand on his wrist.

“You know your welcome anytime, Jimin. I’m sure Hoseok wouldn’t mind the company either.” Jimin nods at your words, a deflated smile on his face, as he lightly pulls his wrist from your hand before sauntering to his apartment.

“I don’t like that cat.” Hoseok says as you close the front door, You sigh leading him to your kitchen to start putting the groceries away. “He had a weird smell when he saw me…Like he was angry about me being here.” He adds, helping you unpack the groceries onto the bench so you could put them away.

“Well, you’re going to have to like him. He’s a good person - he can just come off as a little snobbish.” You say, pulling your phone out of your pocket as everything is put away.

“Let’s order some pizza and then I can show your new room.” Hoseok’s tail begins wagging once more.

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The first two months of having Hoseok live with you were fairly uneventful - you were quick to take him shopping to get anything he wanted to decorate his new room. Jimin had yet to come inside while the dog hybrid was in the house, preferring to talk to you in the hallway - still craving your attention, even if he wouldn’t admit it to himself.

The first set of problems seemed to arise three months after Hoseok had joined you as your new companion. He was usually very quiet, preferring to just sit and watch you do things - read, work, cook, he watched you do anything with such amazement. He would on occasion have stage bursts of energy where he would pull you from your spot in the house demanding you go on a walk with him, or if you were busy it usually meant he would sulk in his room for the rest of the night.

The first time you noticed the whimpers coming from the room besides yours, you though it was a trick your mind was playing on you. It was so quiet, that you shook it off quickly.

Maybe it was the couple next door. They tended to get quite vocal.

The second time you heard it, a low growl followed and you knew it had to be coming from the black hair hybrid who slept in the room next door. You sprung up from your bed, leaving your room as quietly as possible, slowly opening the hybrids bedroom door.

“Hobi?” You questioned, walking further into the bedroom so you could see the boy clearly. His hair was a mess as his head thrashed about on the pillow, incoherent mumbles falling from his mouth as he let out another low growl.

“Let her go.” He growled, his teeth baring. You would’ve thought he was awake if your couldn’t see his eyes squeezed shut. “I said let her go…She’s just a child.” He continues, as your breath catches in your throat - you take a few more steps towards him, sitting on the bed besides him and his thrashing continues, his growls getting louder.

“Hobi.” You say one more time, a little louder as you reach out towards his sweat covered body.

“No.” He yelps, jumping up from his spot in the bed crouching besides it with a low growl. You jump up from the bed, throwing your hands up in defence as you look towards the shaking hybrid.

“Hobi, it’s just me. I just wanted to make sure you were ok.” You say quickly, putting your hands by your side as you look over his appearance. The hybrid was obviously frazzled and covered in shining drops of sweat as he watches you walk around the bed until you stand besides him, unable to mask your concern for his demeanour.

“You’re ok. You’re safe.” You whisper quietly, dropping to the floor as tear well in the hybrids eyes.

“I couldn’t save her…She was just a child, and I couldn’t save her.” He cries, dropping his posture as a sob finally escapes him. You waste no time in latching your arms around his shoulders, using one hand to stroke his head softly, sharing soft whispers as he continues to cry on your shoulder - his hand wrapped tightly around your waist.

You’re not sure when he fell asleep again, but you remember pulling his blanket off the bed, draping it over the two of you as you lean back against the wall, stoking the hybrids head, that was placed lightly in your lap. You couldn’t leave him like this alone. So you sat with your back against the wall patting his soft hair until you eventually drifted off to sleep as well.

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“What was all the ruckus last night?” Jimin questions you, as you sit outside your apartment building, a cup of tea clutched tightly in your hand, a large jacket around your shoulders. You look at him surprised, not knowing how he could’ve heard the two of you in your apartment. The nightmare had been continuing to get worse over the past few weeks and didn’t show any sign of stopping.

“You know Hoseok used to be a police hybrid?” You say softly, noticing the way Jimin grimaces. It was a job - though one Hobi loved - that no hybrid envied. The canine hybrids were usually used for tracking, in most cases tracking people, who unfortunately were rarely still alive. “He was used for body retrievals.” You add, letting out a shaky sigh, as Jimin scoots closer to you, draping the yellow blanket from around his shoulders, around your own.

“I can’t imagine what he had to go through.” Jimin whispers, and you nod pulling the blanket tighter, giving him a small smile.

“His previous owner warned me that there would probably be some signs of PTSD, but the last few weeks it’s just gotten worse. He barely sleeps anymore.” You say to the feline, who just sighs besides you, it’s not like he knows how to help.

“Why don’t you do what I used to do, when you had nightmares?” Jimin suggests, the bright smile on his face bringing one to your own.

“You’re a genius, Jimin.” You say quickly, springing up from your spot on the steps, pulling the blanket off your shoulders and draping it back over Jimin’s. “Thank you.” You add giving jimin’s ears a small scratch, his purring starting quickly, before you pull away to rush back to your apartment.

“Anytime.” He whispers as he watches you rush off - though he knows you didn’t hear him.

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“Hobi, would you mind come helping me with something?” You call down the hall finishing putting the cupcakes on the plate, bringing them over to the large blanket fort in the middle of the lounge room. Hoseok shuffles down the hallways pausing as he catches sight of the large piles of blankets on the floor, one sheet hanging over the T.V and the back of the lounge, to create a tent.

“What is this?”

“Well, when I used to have a lot of nightmares, Jimin used to come over and build a small fort with me. We would spend all day just watching movies, or reading and we would pig out on all the junk food we could think of.” You explain motioning to the coffee table covered in snacks and treats.  

“Why are you doing all of this?” He questions quietly taking a few steps towards your set up, looking at it hesitantly.

“Because sometimes all we need is to feel safe. And sometimes being in small, comfy spaces can do that for people.” You answer, watching as his gaze moves between you and the fort a small smile blooming on his face, his tail wagging slowly. “Hobi, I know things in your past aren’t just going to disappear overnight, but whenever you need a little extra safety, just let me know.” You barely have time to finish your sentence before the canine bowls into you, wrapping you in his arms as tight as he can, letting out a shaky breath into your hair.

“Thank you…Thank you for everything.” He mumbles on your skin, as you reach up to pat his head lightly, scratching behind his ears a little bit.

“Should we start with Jurassic park?” You question, not moving to let go of the boy until he doesn’t first.

“I hope your not watching my favourite movie without me.” You and Hoseok both turn to look at the cat hybrid standing in the door way. Looking at the two of you with a small smile.

“I knew you would come.” You cheer, letting go of Hoseok to pull Jimin over to your set up, ushering Hoseok under the fort first, before you and Jimin follow. You set up the movie, the three of huddled under one big blanket as the nostalgia kicks in.

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All three of you were starting to drift of nearing the end of the first movie. You were tucked up against Hoseok, your breathing even, as you slept peacefully. Hoseok lets out a sigh before turning towards Jimin, not knowing how to phrase what he was going to say.

“She said you used to help her with her nightmares?” Hoseok begins, catching Jimin’s attention instantly. Jimin’s eyes look down at you sleeping before looking back at Hoseok giving him a quick nod. “Her nightmares…What were they about?” He questions, taking Jimin by surprise.

“It’s not really my place to tell you…just know she moved here to get away from her past.” Jimin answers looking back down at your with a sad smile. “It was always heartbreaking to see such a gentle person, so terrified of something. I would do anything to help her never feel that again.”

“Me too.” Hoseok agrees, the two hybrids finally having something in common. It doesn’t take long for the two of them to give in to exhaustion, the two following closely behind you into a deep slumber.

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You wake surprised to hear Jimin purring in your ear, as Hoseok hold onto your waist with a vice like grip. You smile quickly trying to stifle a laugh as Jimin’s tail twitches, falling over your waist, tickling Hoseok. You barely manage to slip out from between the two of them, without waking them out - but somehow, by the grace of god, you make it out. You make yourself a cup of tea before making your way over to the large window to the side of the lounge room, watching as people make their way to work.

“Y/N? Do you think we could talk for a moment?” Hoseok’s sleepy voice makes you turn away from your people watching, you look down at the still sleeping Jimin and motion for Hoseok to follow you down the hall into your bedroom.

“You mentioned that you had nightmares last night, and I couldn’t help but wonder…Why?” Hoseok’s question surprises you, but you just give him a small smile.

“I was engaged, once upon a time.” You say with a small chuckle, trying to lighten the mood as you take a seat on the bed, Hoseok copying you movements, his attention only on you. You let out a small sigh before continuing.

“Things started off well between us - he was kind, and gentle and so, so charming. But once he had proposed things started to go badly. He started drinking a lot and most nights he would come home and just fall asleep on the lounge, but sometimes he would be so angry, so full of hatred.” You take a few deep breaths, watching a Hoseok scoots closer to you taking your hands in his.

“The first time he hit me, he told me he made a mistake. But it just kept happening. Eventually he stopped apologising for it - start blaming me, made me think I was the reason he was beating me. Sometimes instead of beating me, he would hold me down and…” You pause for a moment, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“He would have his way with me…I gave up fighting after two years, and just let him do whatever he wanted, just praying that maybe he would kill me - or maybe he would accidentally kill himself. “ You pause again, Hoseok’s eye brimming with his own tears.

“One night he hit my head against the table and I lost consciousness, he still somehow had enough humanity to panic and call an ambulance. A hybrid - like you actually - could smell the fear on me whenever he was in the room, and when he took my statement he was quick to piece everything together…God, I’m a mess.” You laugh as you wipe the tears off your cheeks.

“You’d think after five years of therapy, it wouldn’t still affect me this much…Anyway, they found enough evidence and prosecuted him. He’s in jail for the next twenty years and hopefully by the time he gets out, he’ll have no idea where to find me.” You finish looking down at Hoseok’s hand gripping yours tightly as small droplets fall from his eyes. You pull your hands out of his own, wiping the tears of his cheeks softly giving him a smile.

“When I moved here, I was still struggling - one night I was having a nightmare, and Jimin had managed to slip into my apartment and woke me up. He could hear me from down the hall, and was concerned. Every night for a month after that we slept in the lounge room, in a little fort just like last night…He helped me a lot in my recovery from what happened, so he can get a little protective sometimes.” You explain, Hoseok nodding along to your words.

“Anyway, why don’t we wake up Jimin, and we can go to the cafe down the road, and get some pancakes for breakfast.” You say quietly standing up from the bed, wiping your face one more time, not noticing as Hoseok stands up as well, wrapping you in a hug from behind.

“I’m never going to let anyone hurt you, Y/N…Never.” He whispers, his warmth seeping into your chest, making you feel safer than you ever have.

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Six [Ate] Ain’t Seven Ch. 2: Repairing the Seam

Summary: The Host and Patton go into the tear to save their future, and fight their past along the way.

Chapters: 1, 2

The two heroes were standing back outside the warehouses, but this time right in the parking lot to the east side of the warehouses. Logan and Virgil nowhere nearby. Patton was still in the suit, but the Host had changed.

He was in a pinstripe black shirt, a notebook in hand, but the thing that caught Patton were his eyes.

Namely that they weren’t just black sockets covered by bandages. They were there, his pupils the same color of brilliant gold that was normally streaked into the front of his hair.

“Ughhh!” The seer shielded his recently restored eyes from the sun. It had been a long time since light had hit his nerves like that. His visions and narrations had been his eyes but now having his old ones back were agony.

“Host!” Patton gasped, rushing to the Host’s side. “What can I do? Should I call Iplier?”

“He would not recognize the Host, and if the Host and Patton leave the warehouse parking lot without this reality’s anomaly they will have to re-enter and try again.”

“Yeah, but,” Patton began before the Host’s aura wrapped around his eyes to lessen the pain and disorientation. After a couple minutes he shakily got up, helped by Patton.

“I could go in alone,” Patton offered.

“Morality would not be able to find his way to the anomaly to retrieve it,” the Host denied. “Being alone would only increase the likelihood of failure.”

With that the Host began to lead Patton towards Dark’s main warehouse, with each step he gained strength, but also felt the Author trying to smother him out. People parted for them at even the sight of the Author. Dark was out dealing with a problem, the Host had made sure of it before even setting foot into this reality. So entering the office was easy.

The Host walked over to the huge family portrait and used his aura to tip it out of the way far enough to crack the safe open and extract a single black day planner. He then closed the safe and restored the portrait to its natural position.

“Is that what you were looking for?” Patton asked in confusion.

“Yes,” the Host answered. “Morality should not be fooled by the anomaly’s current appearance. This is a magical artifact that has the ability to destroy realities if used improperly.”

“Okay, so, we have it, then we can leave?” Patton looked around uneasily.

“Yes, and the Host and Morality should be quick,” the Host checked over the office to make sure everything was in order before starting to lead the Side out. But as they started leaving the warehouse the pull to return was only getting stronger.

Patton was mentally fading in and out of himself, like he was drowning at sea and barely able to keep his head about the frothy depths of his own mind. It felt like some part of him, some gaping, empty hole in his soul wanted to pull him back in. It was some cautious, hungry creature and Patton didn’t like him.

All it would take was the lightest shove to his attention, and he would be gone. He could see the parking lot in the distance. They were almost safe.

The Host was doing so well, the Author was trying to steal back control. But he was distracted when Illinois came stomping out of a portal with King following him. An errant squirrel scurrying off of him, and out into a random warehouse. King’s usual cape was gone, as was his child that typically clung to King. He was in his suit instead.

Illinois looked pissed, as if he’d kill the next person who spoke to him. As Illinois and the Host passed, the seer’s newly restored eyes tracked of their own volition and as he glanced at Illinois a sadistic sense of victory came over him. King was glancing between them in uncertainty.

“How’s it going lover boy,” the Author baited, the distraction giving him the push he needed. His feet stopped.

“Not now, shitbag,” Illinois grumbled, glaring at him as he kept walking.

“Not my fault you dug your grave with Mr. Right,” Author dared. “I mean, he gave you everything and you burned his base down. I’m a certified sadist, but at least I clean up after myself and don’t fucking get involved with my food.”

“Shut up,” Illinois seethed.

“I mean, did you see his face?” Author continued to goad, “I mean the one fucker you don’t kill and instead you fuck up so badly that he dumps your ass.”

“Shut up!” Illinois shouted, King and Patton looking between each other in unease. The two young men were attracting a crowd.

“I mean, you should have just fucked him and run, would have saved you both the trouble,” Arthur dared and Illinois screamed in a heartbroken fury before throwing himself at his brother and the two starting a fistfight.

Patton and King both called for Dark with their stars, not wanting the two to kill each other.

Dark immediately ripped open and portal and froze when he saw the fight. He saw the screaming and knew he’d been wrong to leave Illinois alone with his brothers while he was still so emotionally raw.

“Philly!” Dark shouted and yanked his adopted son through a portal. “A word!”

“He started it!” Illinois shouted in a rage before the portal closed.

Author had the good sense to wait until he was sure Dark was gone, reprimanding Illinois, to start cackling like a madman. The weight in his pocket was almost nonexistent.

“Did you see his fucking face?” Author laughed. “I think he was crying.”

“You’re a fucking dick, Art,” King glared at him. “You know that right?”

“Come on,” Author stood up and brushed himself off. “He deserved it. Besides it’s not like one slip up is going to kick Daddy’s favorite off his pedestal. I need to try much harder for that.”

“If you weren’t such a complete asshole, I might agree with you,” King glared at him. “Come on, that hero he was dating was the best partner yet.”

“And Phills chose his side,” Arthur reminded. “We all did. I don’t get why he’s so upset that his boyfriend didn’t like his choice.”

“Just once I’d like you to get a taste of your own medicine,” King sighed, before he turned to see a couple squirrels rush over and he let them climb up his leg and onto his shoulder while they chittered at him. “Gotta[1] go, one of the heroes is causing trouble over by warehouse six.”

“I’ll come with, it’s been a while since I had some fun,” Arthur grinned.

“Hey, maybe we should,” Patton began to suggest as the two other Lost Ones looked towards him, “go back inside, Author. I think you’ve had enough fun for now. We can fight them next time.”

Author was about to protest before Patton sent a calming wave towards him, and immediately there was this glazed look to Author’s eyes. He huffed out, already stomping away, “Yeah, whatever fun police. I hate that the Old Man stuck me with you.”

Patton rushed to catch up with his adopted brother, “I just don’t want you to get in trouble, or get hurt.”

“Too late for that Pat-attack,” Arthur reminded.

Patton smiled warmly, a smile that despite Author’s best efforts he couldn’t hate. The guy was sunshine personified. “Come on, I’m gonna[2] lose my touch if you keep smiling like that. I’m gonna[2] have to punch you in the gut or something.”

Still smiling, the two were about to head into Dark’s main warehouse, when someone walked over to them.

“Umm, Author?”

Author and Patton turned to see a young man standing not too far from them. He had an oversized purple hoodie with a green swirl on the front and back. He had a thick book held to his chest.

“You talking to me?” Author asked, pointing to himself.

“Yeah,” the young man nodded with a smile before pulling out a folded up note from his hoodie pocket. “Philly wanted me to pass this on. You know, to keep it off the record.”

“Oh,” Author smiled, suddenly overly smug and sure of himself. He plucked the note out of the young man’s hand and opened it.

Written in Illinois’s handwriting was:

“I want you outside 5th and Center St. We can settle this where Dark won’t see. I’m sick of your shit. Be there, or I WILL find you.”

Author chuckled, writing his bat back into his hands, “Well, well, if Daddy’s favorite wants his teeth kicked in, I’m more than happy to oblige. Hey buddy, you wanna watch a narcissistic asshole get his hopes and dreams crushed?”

The young man’s left eyebrow hitched up as he gave the Author a knowing look, “That’s certainly one way of putting it. Sure, I like watching a train wreck in motion.”

“Alright,” Author smiled. “I like you, I promise not to kill you immediately.”

“Thanks, I guess,” his tone clearly insulted. “You gonna[2] go, or should I go and jump off the roof of the closest warehouse? I got stuff to do.”

“Hmmm,” Author hummed. “You got a name?”

“Karl Jacobs,” Karl smiled again as he watched Author write down his name. “With a “K” and it’s not short for “Carlton” either.”

“Boy, aren’t you just dumb as shit?” Author chuckled to himself as he crossed out the first spelling and wrote the correct one.

At that Karl just glared at him, but didn’t say anything.

“Not my fault this is your first day on the job,” Author smiled.

“Hey, uh, maybe we shouldn’t,” Patton began but stopped when he saw the look in Author’s eyes.

“Not my fault Ills wants his teeth bashed in,” Author waggled his finger before he turned and started heading towards the parking lot again, moving quickly to get to where he thought Illinois was. “Come on, I’ve been dying for a rematch.”

“Yeah, but,” Patton tried to interject.

“So give me some motivation,” Author told Karl as they kept walking, ignoring Patton completely. “What makes you tick?”

“Well, one of your dads killed my dad,” Karl admitted.

“Well, Wil kills a lot of people so you’re going to have to be specific,” Arthur shrugged, slugging his bat over his head, causing Patton to quickly duck as he was racing to keep up.

“No, I meant Dark,” Karl corrected. “My dad was doing some dumb things, hoping to blackmail him. But he died and now I have to deal with the bridge.”

“Ohhh, that was your dad,” Author realized. “Man, he was an idiot.”

“So do have, like, a grudge against us then?” Patton asked as they were weaving around cars.

“Kinda,”[3] Karl admitted, “but only to Dark, and don’t worry it’s not enough to screw you guys over. You guys weren’t even adopted yet and Dark was just looking out for his kid.”

The suspicious part of Arthur’s brain lit up like a series of waved semaphores, how did this asshole know I’m adopted and not their actual kid‽

“How—” Arthur asked as his feet finally crossed the invisible barrier of the parking lot, and the Host woke back up. He had just enough time to pull Patton along with him as their exit ejected them out of the little pocket reality.

The three of them stepped into the white of the In-between. Patton suffered the most disorientation.

“You back to normal?” Karl asked.

“Yes,” the Host started coming back to himself more and more, fighting the vestiges of the Author still left inside of him. His eyes were gone again and covered with bandages, but blood was coming from the sockets. “The Host is in control.”

“Good,” Karl told him, before slapping him in the arm with his huge book. “That’s for being a jerk.”

“The Host deserves that,” the Host flinched away from the blow.

“Yeah, yah[4] did,” Karl agreed.

“Is everyone still okay?” Patton asked fearfully.

“Yes,” the Host answered, talking out the day planner. “There is still time for the Host to fix their mistakes. Thanks to Karl, the Host and Morality can still remember everything.”

The Host turned his attention towards where his aura was telling him Karl was, “The Host cannot thank Karl enough for intervening.”

Karl shrugged, “You’re the one who gave me the note, I’m just here to help.”

“So we’re going back home, right?” Patton asked. “I want to go home.”

“The Host has what they need,” Host promised. He turned to Karl. “Does Karl need assistance in returning back to the city?”

“I’m stuck here until I die again,” Karl sighed, looking at the castle in the distance, his breath stuttering a bit. He was not looking forward to the pain, nor the disorientation, that always followed moments like this. Usually dehydration or starvation got him.

“The Host can help with that,” the Host’s aura gripped the back of Karl’s head. “After all, Karl did save the Host, it’s only fair for the Host to return the favor.”

Karl felt the sensation of failing before his mind fell out of this reality, right into the white void of the In-between, and then he was yanked back upwards and into a hospital room where he was weak but alive. Hospital machines beeping and giving him life, and the dull chatter of a nurse talking with another doctor.

He stirred and the hospital room flew into action, the nurse immediately paging Quackity who would rush from a meeting to sit by his fiancé’s side as he started his recovery treatment.

Back in the In-Between, the Host used the anomalies to keep the hole he’d ripped open for Karl pried open so that they could easily step through.

“Morality should go first,” the Host ordered the Side. “The Host is hesitant to take the anomaly through before Morality. In case it strands him alone in the In-between.”

“Oh, thanks,” Patton said and stepped through, his suit changing back to his superhero outfit and his freckles fading behind his mask. He felt a hum of his magic surge back, and a connection with Thomas was restored as if he was waking back up from a terrible dream. Patton hadn’t even realized he’d been disconnected from it in the first place.

The Host stepped through after, two black day planners in his hand. The tear was still there but fragmenting by the second. Curling his aura around the day planners they began to turn into dust and swirl together until a single planner was held in the Host’s aura.

With that the tear that had been long since been a nuisance and a threat to the Host was fully disconnected. It became one of the hundreds of thousands of alternate worlds loosely ringed around theirs. No more a danger to him than the dark mirror world that the Host and his allies had found themselves in not so long ago.

“Morality!” Logan yelled as he and Virgil were running over.

With a couple narrations, the Host sent the Sides back to their home to rest, Virgil would be salty and upset at the Host. But the Sides would be together, and that was what was important.

The Host ripped a portal into Dark’s office and saw Illinois sitting and talking with Dark. The Entity was discussing some Network business and some details about Illinois’s upcoming wedding.

The seer stalled a bit, not expecting to see Illinois at this moment. He felt apprehension, his actions under the Author’s insidious influence came back to his mind.

“You okay?” Illinois asked, noticing the hesitant way the Host was holding himself.

“No,” the Host answered. “The Host does not deserve the adventurer’s kindness, nor his consideration. The Host is a terrible brother, he always continues to be so.”

“Hey, hey,” Illinois kicked his feet up and walked over to the Host. He signaled over to Dark, who summoned a portal and seamlessly sent them to the Manor. It was not ideal for the Host but the action had already been done. “What’s this about?”

The Host began explaining to Illinois, to the best of his physical abilities, what he had done. The situation of their missing brother. That Patton had been the price to keeping them safe, but also he told Illinois of his barbed words to Illinois. How at his core he was not any different than the Author.

“Host, Host,” Illinois cut in, curling his aura around the Host, instead of suddenly grabbing onto him, so he didn’t startle him. “Yeah it does concern me that you can just make one of us permanently disappear. I don’t know who this “Patton” was but I’m certain that if he helped you then he was one of the best brothers we ever had. But you’re not a terrible person, you’re doing your best. You were just trying to look out for us.”

“That does not excuse what the Author has done,” the Host cut him off. “Or what the Host has done.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Illinois agreed seriously. “Artie was a lot of things: a pain in my ass, desperate to reenact “Lord of the Flies” and kill me. But he was my brother, and besides Kay, he knew what it was kinda[3] like to be unwanted for a long time. I think both of us forgot that. But now you’re here, and you’re my brother too.”

A smile came back to Illinois’s face, “Besides, you being so worried about me proves that you don’t mean to hurt me. That we’re brothers.”

“The Host supposed that Illinois may have a point,” the seer reluctantly agreed.

“Of course I do,” the adventurer gave him a smug smile. “Trust me more, we’re both in this together. Although, I should admit, I do appreciate not being attacked or threatened with a bat on a regular basis. That, plus you helping me protect 아빠[5] makes you a much better brother than he ever was. If that makes you feel better?”

“The Host is somewhat eased by the adventurer’s words, yes,” the Host agreed.

“Alright, you want to spend the rest of the day with me, or should I take you to the heroes, your eyes are bleeding pretty badly.” Illinois was looking in concern at the seer’s face.

“The Host originally had important matters with the Entity, ones that he cannot put off,” the Host corrected. “The Host was not expecting to see Illinois in his office.”

Illinois lightly whistles, a huge smile splitting his face. “I threw you off your game? Never thought I’d see the day.”

“The Host was pressed for time, he couldn’t check before he opened the portal,” the Host snapped back.

“Sure, I got yah[4],” Illinois chuckled, taking off his hat and tapping on the bronze star hidden inside. “you’re still seeing your boyfriend after this though, your eyes need cleaning before they get infected.”

Dark came to them in an instant, a flurry of overprotective worry.

“Is everything alright?” Dark asked as he portaled in, he was looking Host over for any wounds or signs of a fight. The Host let him fret as he looked at him.

“Yes, the Host was merely discussing something with Illinois,” the Host reached into one of his pockets with his aura and pulled out a plain black day planner. “The Host merely wished to return this to the Entity.”

“Oh,” Dark patted himself down to find his planner was missing and quickly took it back. “Thank you, I didn’t realize it was gone.”

“Yes, the Host had to borrow it for a little while,” the Host told him. “He thanks the Entity for his assistance.”

Dark paused to think about that, confused and suspicious, but he chose not to comment on his thoughts. He turned and headed back to his office.

Host watched him go, aware of the presence watching them. Watching Dark’s every move. Carefully the Host spoke wards into being and they quietly curled around the Entity, protecting him from harm. The Host would have eliminated the threat completely, but such was not in his power. He wasn’t strong enough to disrupt the anomaly entirely, but he would protect what was his. He would protect his family from the Actor, or any other threat.

No matter the cost.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Post A/N: Information on Lost One Patton: his superpower was empathy manipulation. He was the emotional heart of his family and helped keep Author from getting too violent with his siblings. As such Patton and Author were close. His codename in the Network was: Pathos.  Also since he has a January birthday, and Author had a February one, that makes him the eldest Lost One, by barely a month.

Accessibility Translations:

1. Have to

2. going to

3. kind of

4. you

5. Dad; used informally. Phonetically reads as: Appa.

[dal3ks]

secrets

pairing: peter parker x female reader 

word count: 2.3k

warnings: attempted rape, attempted sexual assault, cursing, crying, fluff

you let out a sigh, putting in an earbud. it was a dark, rainy night in queens. the sky was a solid blanket of black, the lights of the city reflecting in puddles as you walked down the block. you were heading home from a friend's house, as you had to work on a presentation for your spanish class. it was well past nine o'clock, but you still had enough time to make it home before curfew.

luckily, no one was out since it was a tuesday night. it made your walk home extremely peaceful, as the city usually bustled with people daily.

a hand grabbing your elbow shook you out of your trance. wildly, you turned to notice it was a tall, hooded man.

"give me your wallet now!" he barked.

shakily, you fumbled for your keychain in your pocket, terrified. you had a can of mace on you, dangling from your keychain, but you weren't sure if this man was carrying a gun or not.

with a slight dread, you remembered you left your wallet at home. what were you supposed to say? anxiety racked your brain, sending waves of adrenaline over you. what the fuck where you supposed to do?

"i-i, don't have my wallet, sir," your voice trembled with fear.

"looks like you're going to have to pay me another way then sweetheart," he crooned, yanking you towards him.

"hey!" a new voice came into your field of hearing, "leave her alone!"

you glanced up, relieved to see spider-man standing on the rooftop of a nearby building. he swung down, shooting a web at your attacker. he was thrown into the wall, confined by a large mass of sticky web. you felt the tears overflow from your face. this man was about to take advantage of you and you somehow were saved by spider-man. what were the chances of that happening?

"are you okay?" his voice was gentle. remarkably soft for such a strong individual. you immediately inferred spider-man was a lot younger than you thought.

you nodded, your hands still shaking, "yeah, i'm okay."

"i'll keep you safe until the police arrive, okay?" you felt a gloved hand place itself on your shoulder, "you're safe as long as i'm here."

spider-man didn't leave your side until the police came. he even stayed as you conferred with the police, remaining quiet throughout the entirety of the procedure. once they drove away, with your attacker, he turned back to you.

"would you like for me to walk you home?"

you nodded, "i-i'm about to miss curfew. i'll save you the trouble."

spider-man offered you his hand, "i have a quicker route. do you trust me?"

you nodded, taking his hand. god if your parents found out about what happened tonight, they would never let you out at night ever again. as long as you made curfew you would be all right.

he wrapped an arm around you, slinging a web onto a building. you became frozen with fear, as you were scared of heights. spider-man must have sensed your fear, because he wrapped his arm tightly around your waist.

"don't worry, i got you. you're safe with me."

with your directions, you got home in time for curfew. you said your goodbyes to the masked hero, and he slung off into the night, disappearing into the glittering lights of the city.

as you slept that night, the only thought on your mind was how familiar that voice was. who was spider-man? was his identity easier to crack than you thought?

******

you slid your lunch tray onto the table, already exhausted with the school day. your best friends, peter, ned, and m.j., were already chowing down on their lunch. peter and ned were in a heavy discussion about their LEGO Death Star model, while m.j. was silently sketching in her notebook.

"so i was almost raped last night," you stated, your tone solemn.

"WHAT?" ned choked on his sandwich, "what happened? are you okay?"

you nodded, picking at your salad, "yeah, I'm fine. spider-man swooped in and saved me. he even stayed with me until the police arrived, and then took me home."

peter immediately perked up at the mention of spider-man, "i'm glad you're okay. maybe you should start walking home with somebody, just to be on the safe side."

you scoffed, "peter i have been roaming the streets of queens since i was eleven. my parents raised me well. i know how to protect myself. that's why i carry mace with me. but thank you, for the suggestion. last night was just some weird encounter with some weirdo. the good thing is that i am safe and without harm."

"yeah," m.j. agreed, "we've all been running the streets since we were in middle school, peter. we all know how to protect ourselves. i think last night was just weird for (y/n)."

peter frowned, "i just care about my friend, that's all."

"hey," ned began, "i was thinking that maybe we could all hang out friday night? my mom and pops are going to be out of town for the weekend so all of you guys could stay the night."

you felt yourself smile, "that sounds fun! can i bring some snacks?"

"you know i wouldn't turn down snacks," ned laughed, "but yeah, i think i'll order some pizza for us, and we can watch trashy romantic comedies all night."

"i won't be over till later," peter mumbled.

"how late is later?" you felt yourself frown again.

"like ten," peter replied, not looking at you or any of your friends.

"weird but okay," m.j. shrugged, "just means there's more pizza for me. you're going to be missing out parker but it's cool. do whatever you gotta do for that internship or whatever."

"see you guys tomorrow night," ned flashed us a wide smile, "it should be a lot of fun."

******

"hey, shouldn't peter be here by now," m.j. glanced at the clock. it was 10:08 p.m., and still no sign of peter.

so far you, ned, and m.j. were all having tons of fun. you guys had ordered pizza, watched a movie or two, talked about your future plans, and also made another time to hang out. the only person that would complete the group was peter, and he was nowhere to be found. he wasn't answering any of his texts or calls.

ned and m.j. didn't seem too concerned, as they were just chatting happily about what to name the kitten ned was about to adopt from a shelter next week. you sighed, "i'm going to go call my parents really quick, i'll be right back."

"okay," ned nodded, "take your time."

since they were in ned's room, you slipped out of the apartment, heading towards the roof. you just wanted some peace and quiet for a second. you also wanted to call peter and make sure he was still coming. ned was dying to eat the last few pizza slices, but you guys were saving those for peter.

once you were on the roof, you noticed a figure sitting on the edge. you felt your throat tighten, and you instinctively clutched your can of mace on your keychain. you didn't want wednesday night to happen all over again. the memory frightened you too much.

"hey," your voice was firm, "who are you?"

as you approached the figure, you felt yourself soften. it was spider-man, donned in his red and blue suit. he must not have heard you, as he kept his head focused on the city skyline.

"hey!" you called again, and this time he turned.

you felt yourself stiffen. there sat peter, a cut on his lip, along with a slight black eye. suddenly, everything clicked into place. you remembered why spider-man's voice was familiar. spider-man was peter parker, one of your best friends.

"oh my god," you choked out, "peter?"

he sprang up, "listen, (y/n), i can explain everything, i promise."

"how?" you suddenly felt guarded, "how are you going to explain to me this huge fucking secret that you've been hiding from everyone?"

peter's voice was quiet, "ned and m.j., they know. they both know."

you felt tears spring up in your eyes, how could they all be hiding this big secret from you? you guys had all been friends since middle school. the four of you had been through a lot: the first year of high school, the death of peter's uncle, a couple of divorces between parents. how could they be hiding something like this from you?

"great," that was the only word that came out of your mouth, "so how was i supposed to find out? because i assume you guys were going to just keep sneaking this behind my back. you guys are some pretty crappy friends you know that? it really shows what kind of friend you are, peter."

peter flinched, as if your words were pure venom, "(y/n), i didn't just tell them. ned was at my apartment, in my room, when he found out. m.j., she was smart enough to fit all of the pieces together. i didn't tell them just because i wanted to hide it from you. i wanted to keep this part of me hid away from everyone. it's a lot safer that way. no one is targeted or harmed."

"does your aunt know?" your lip trembled, and you wiped your nose with your sleeve.

the tears were spilling over onto your cheeks. a flash of embarrassment passed through you. this was the first time in a while peter had seen you cry. you felt like you looked like a wreck.

"she found out the hard way," he stated, "she walked in on me in my suit. i had to explain everything to her. besides, she's the only family i have. of course i'm close with the avengers, and tony stark, but she's my family. she had a right to know sooner, and i felt guilty for never telling her in the beginning. hell, i felt guilt everyday because you guys didn't know. you, ned, and m.j., you guys are my best friends. you guys deserved to know, too. but i felt safer hiding the truth because if other people find out, really evil people, you all could be the first to get hurt. and i don't want that. i don't want my family hurt. i don't want my friends hurt. i don't want the girl i love, hurt."

“and who’s that,” you sniffled, “m.j.?”

"no," peter shook his head, approaching you, "the girl i love is you, (y/n). i love you."

pink spread into your cheeks at his words, and you bit your lip. you had the biggest crush on peter, and you had feelings for him almost the entirety of your friendship. that's why you always cared about him so much and his disappearances. it worried you sometimes when he wasn't at school, or when he never showed up to hangout with the friend group. but now, you had an explanation to everything. and you weren't sure how to feel.

a part of you was extremely hurt that your friends hid this big secret from you. you guys told each other everything. you even talked about your previous boyfriends, sex life, etc. to them. the least they all could have done was sit you down and explain everything.

yet, a large part of you wasn't hurt. you were relieved that peter felt the same way about you. you wanted to start a relationship with him, but you were never sure how. now, was your opportunity, especially since he feels the same way.

"peter," you drew in a breath, cupping his cheek with your hand, "i love you too."

he smiled slightly, "that makes me really happy to hear."

"i'm still kind of upset about this," you admitted, your eyes locking with his.

"i understand why," he assured you, "it was wrong of me to exclude you from this part of my life. it's just all because i want to keep you safe. more than anything i want you to be safe. if something ever happened to you, god, i don't know what i would do. i would be so lost."

"you don't have to worry about losing me or anything like that," you reassured him, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"something almost happened the other night," peter mumbled, "i was so relieved that i was able to stop that guy from hurting you."

"me too," you murmured, "thank you for saving me."

"you don't have to thank me for protecting you," peter chuckled, "i want to protect you regardless."

"peter!" a voice made you freeze. you both looked over to see m.j. and ned had found their way onto the roof.

"hey guys," peter waved, "how's the sleepover?"

"it's okay," m.j. shrugged, "i could tell (y/n) was going through a crisis waiting for you. she looked like a lost puppy."

"hey," your voice was indignant, "it's not my fault. i care about him a lot."

"so it comes out," ned teased you, "well how about you clean up, peter, and then we can start a movie. maybe i'll be nice and let you two share the love seat."

you four walked back to ned's apartment, peter's arm wrapped around your shoulders. once you guys were back in the apartment, he changed out of his suit. once peter was all changed and fed, you guys settled in the living room. peter let you curl up against him on the couch, and you guys cuddled all night long.

you felt safe in peter's arms, and you knew he would keep ensuring you felt safe for a very long time.