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ridingthatd · 10 months ago

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❝ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 ❞

nanami, geto, toji, gojo, choso, sukuna, etc...

+18, nsfw, heavy smut, fisting, heavy kink, heavy breeding kink, filthiness, dirty, squirting, cumslut, osonomia, fucking while sleeping, fucking till you pass out, ass eating, spit kink, pissing, pet play, angry sex, rough sex, sex toys (pumper, vibrator, etc..), baby-trap, multiple orgasm, daddy kink, cumdump.

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

nanami was a pervert. he indeed was, at first kento tried to deny it- he tried to deny the attraction he had toward you. his step daughter. he tried to deny the way his fat cock would leak through his pants every time he sees you walking around the house with your little pajamas shorts. he tried to deny the way the memory of your sweet scent had him stroking his throbbing cock every morning before work till he spills his warm cum on the shower walls.

but he couldn't deny it when he kneels next to the kitchen chair that you just sat on, when he press his face against the seat- it was warm, warm indicating that it wasn't long ago since your pretty little ass sat here. nanami groans, he huffs as he palms his cock, sniffing the seat with each stroke, his eyes rolling back at the fresh scent of yours. your plumpy delicious ass was sat there. his step daughters ass was sat there- he repeats in his mind, eyes rolling back his skull as he dreams about you sitting on his face instead.

as he dreams about eating your plumpy ass, slurping, licking your wetness. just one lick- his wet tongue peak out, licking the seat- the seat your ass sat on. he sloppily move his tongue against the fabric of the chair, drooling as he thinks about the taste of pussy juice- the taste of your ass. his spit was coating the seat, but he could careless as his hips shudder and his cum leak through the fabric of his pants.

he couldn't deny it when his eyes would sneak glances at the laundry his wife place outside to dry. his eyes focusing on the slutty little thongs of his step daughter. kento couldn't help the way he would steal one of your panties- one would turn into two. he couldn't help the way he went from stealing your fresh cleaned panties, to your used filthy ones. sneaking into the washing machine and digging in looking through the dirty laundry basket for your panties. his mouth drooling once he finds one- sniffing it, licking it making sure to coat it with his boiling seeds.

it felt dirty. filthy. the sexual attraction you had with your step dad, nothing was more filthy than the sneaky touchs, the sneaky glances kento would give you. his rough hands would make their way under the dinner table as your mom was distracted serving whatever she cooked for the day. you can feel the heatness of his hand slipping inside your booty shorts pajamas, just to give your clit a pinch through your panties. keeping a straight face as he blows out the smoke of his cigarette.

even if you're sitting on the opposite side of him at the dinner table- the table wasn't big enough to save you from him. he would go as far as man spreading his thick long legs till the front of his knees brush against your throbbing pussy. humping his knees against it, his jaw clenching hard as he feels the way you're gushing all over his leg, your juice slipping into the kitchen chair. making a mess, he wouldn't stop till there's tears building up in eyes. he wouldn't stop till you're so close to squirting, not caring that your mom is a foot away.

you and your step dad nanami, never really had any alone time expect the days his wife would go out with her friends so you always make sure to get the most out of it. kento wouldn't immediately lunch at you, suckling on your tongue sloppily the only sound that filled the house was the wet noises of your wet kiss. "fucking slut teasing your daddy like that yea? you wanted it this bad walking around with no panties on?" he growls next to your ear as he feels your bare pussy under your skirt.

you whine swaying your hips against his hard cock, your hands reaching to your pussy to remove the plug he made you wear but kento immediately beat you to it, shoving your hand away causing you to whimper. "no, no my little baby isn't gonna get daddies cock inside of her pussy today" he mutters placing wet kisses against your neck from behind, as he stroke his cock against your sensitive clit.

"daddy is gonna use the sweet little ass of yours" he whispers into your ear. before you had time to process what he said. kento tear through your ass, shoving his huge cock in one thrust, groaning at the way your ass hole immediately suck him in. your eyes cross, body shaking before you completely see black- passing out.

but that doesn't step nanami, as he use your body like a ragdoll, holding your leg up side way, while he slams you repeatedly into his fat cock. "aww my little baby couldn't handle it" he groans, pinching your nipples hard between his fingers. causing you to bludge away, sobbing from the overwhelming pain and pleasure that shoots through you.

"daddy-! ah! please no more! no more!" you choke on your sobs, clawing your nails against his biceps. but nanami only seems to enjoy the sting of your nails because he goes Inhumenly faster. your tits were bouncing everywhere.

"im gonna paint the little ass of your white" kento groans, his huge hand Involding your entire face, grabbing it to face him and shove his tongue past your lips. ringing the bell door sound was heard by the house door, indicating your mom was here.

that seems to send both of you to the edge, the filthy feeling of getting caught fucking his step daughter, had him empty his balls inside of your tight hole. the filthy feeling of getting caught fucking your step dad, had you squirting all over his abs, your juice dripping down his balls.

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𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 / 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

gojo and geto were twins, no body believed them when they said that. they don't blame them though. gojo having a white hair and light blue eyes was quite the opposite of getos dark hair and black eyes. they were quite the opposite personality wise too, since you knew them for a very long time. being their bff, you learned that gojo was the teasingly playful one. while geto was more of the quite one silently observing everything.

having a sleep over won't be this bad, right? at least this is what you thought. gojo and his brother geto had completely other plans. sleeping on the bed with geto on your right side and gojo on your left side wasn't your best idea. geto never felt this way, he was fuming at the mouth like a dog in heat, his cock leaking through the fabric of his boxer, his body was overwhelmed with excitement, pleasure as he lays down so close to you.

he can feel your body heatness, his cock keeps twitching, so eager to breed you, so ready to fill you. gojo was the first one to make his move. he hover his body over you from behind, placing his cock between your perky butt cheeks. his hot breath, fanning against your ear before he takes your ear lobe into his wet mouth, sloppily suckling on it. his whole body shudder as he slowly lifts up your nightgown.

"fuck, what a fucking slut" geto groans as he catch a glimpse of your bare pussy under the cover of the blanket once gojo lifts your nightgown. he slowly gets closer to your body just like his twin, his heart beating loudly through his chest as his fingers pull the string of your nightgown down revealing your swollen, plumpy tits. his mouth was watering looking at your hard nipples, itching to suckle on them like a new born baby.

gojo was busy lapping into your cute little ears, he always wanted to taste them, his spit was covering every inch of it, but he couldn't get enough as he keeps suckling. while his cock rested between your ass cheeks, twitching, and making a mess. he slips his hands down your belly till he reachs your puffy clit while you sleep soundly, while his brother gropes your tits, filling his huge hands with them. he starts purring like a cat, kneading your tits.

gojo free his cock out of his boxer, and place it between your soft ass cheeks, his eyes cross at the feeling of having the soft skin of your little ass that he's been dreaming of. it was enveloping his fat cock, as he slippery starts rutting his hips.

geto was to lost in your tits as he suckle on your nipples, he unconsciously starts humping against your thick thighs, they were getting rougher and rougher not caring if they wake you up or get caught. satoru whines low in his throat, biting the inside of his cheek as the top of his cock begins rubbing against your bare lips with the drag of his hips.

that causes geto to pump his hips faster. he rocked against your slippery thighs enveloping his throbbing dick. your pussy and thighs are slick with his and satoru’s precome. gojo feels himself leaking all over you as he continues to roll his hips. breathy whines slip from his lips and he does his best to muffle them by taking your earlobe inside his mouth.

"what-" your voice mutters as you stare eyes wide open at the twins. but your words were soon cut off as both of them slip their fat cocks into your pussy, rotting in with one thrust. their cocks ripping through you as they start groaning at how tight you are. clenching around their cock coating it with the gushing juice that's coming out of you and drenching the sheets.

it was your pee- you pee all over the bed, and their cocks from how over whelmed with pleasure you were. gojo was breathless. his thighs are already trembling, sweat beading on his forehead, and his toes curling at the pleasure that shoots up his spine from the feeling of your dirty pee coating his cock and spilling from his balls down to the sheets.

geto whines— he whines; a sound he didn’t know he was even capable of, before he spills inside of you, still rocking his hips against you, while he can feel gojos cock that was still inside of you rubbing against his own cock.

gojo soon enough follow his twin, he burries his face into the crook of your neck before the tip of his cock hit your womb one last time and it was his time to fill you to the peak.

they stay inside of you, their leaking cocks being hard again while you lay down to fucked out to even recover from whateved happened, gojo runs his finger down your belly all he can think about is weither the baby is going to look like or him or geto.

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𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

leaving him? it was so cute that a thought like this even came across your mind. toji grins as he unlock the door of the apartment you were supposedly staying in "away" from him.

he makes his way inside your apartment his cock instantly harding as the scent of you envelop his nose. he's going to make sure you pay for leaving him this way, toji ears perk up as he hears the shower water running indicating that you're in the bathroom.

he smirks as he makes his way toward the bedroom, his eyes darken as they land on your panties and cloth that was scattered around your room. he gets a hold of your cute little panties between his hand and he immediately place it close to his nose, inhaling the fresh scent of your pussy.

he's going to make you pay for keeping his sweet little pussy away from him for this long. his eyes catch something, there was a toy placed on your desk night- a red vibrator. oh you were in deep trouble, letting this pathetic little toy touch your pussy, make you orgasm knowing full well you're not allowed to cum around anything but his fat cock.

toji holds the toy close to his mouth, before his red pierced tongue peak out and lick the left saltiness of your wetness. his eyes roll back, you almost had him fucking cum in his pants from the taste of this wet pussy that you have kept away from him for a week. he's going to make you pay.

this is how you ended up here. your upper body is fully pressed against the foggy glass of the shower, warm water dripping down your body as tojis fat cock fills you in. your tits were completely smashed against the glass, while your face was pressed against his mouth as he groans against you.

"yea? you can't last without my cock?" he mutters against you slamming his cock into your tight pussy, you're starting to see white spots. you missed his cock so much, toji hands sneak in to grab your nipples that had missed suckling on, he squeeze them hard between his rough fingers.

tojis eyes widen as he stares at the white warm liquid that squirts out of your nipples, landing on the glass wall of the shower. your body shake- you knew you were pregnant with his child. you wanted to tell him but things didn't give you the time to.

"shit- shit- shit!" toji boy shake against you, pleasure shooting down his cock at the thought of his baby being inside of your belly. it's because of him your breast are swollen with milk. it's all for him, it all belong to him.

you gasp as toji press your body down the shower floor, slaming his cock inside of you, his arm around your head as he push his full body weight into you, it's like something switched in him, it's like you unlocked something in him.

he lean his head back before taking a fat nipple inside his warm mouth, the taste of your milk hitting his tongue has him almost blacking out. it's embarrassing for him how fast he cums, you can feel his warm seeds filling you in.

you gently run your fingers through his wet hair, as you coo at him. his lips never leaving your nipples, flicking his tongue around it. you can feel his cold piercing hitting your sensitive bud.

seems like you were gonna stay for awhile in the shower.

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𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍

"mmm fuck, you little filthy slut" sukuna growls out as he slump down his throne not being able to blance himself from how hard you're riding him.

you bounce on one of his cocks while, the other once was brushing against your clit as you grind your cum filled cunt, sukuna have already finished two times inside of you- but of curse he wasn't finished he needs to stuff you full till his cums start dripping from your nose.

two of his large, rough hands are on your hips, gripping so hard creating a wound, gushing blood from it but it only seems to turn him on more. while his other two hands are on yours boobs, sucking and biting on your nipples with his hand-mouth.

as you were about to reach your peak sukuna grab you from your wait and lift you, as you were about to complain and white for him to let you cum- sukuna slams his huge grith inside the hole of your tight-ass tearing through, you scream out, while sukuna growls and groan clearly enjoying how tight your hole is clenching around him.

"cant to much- to much" you choke out on your sobs, cant handle the overwhelming size of him inside your ass. but what you nearly pass out was when sukuna grabbed his other cock and shoved it inside of your folds, stuffing both of your holes with his dripping, cocks- angry and ready to fill you as he promised.

"shhh little one, let me stuff you full of my cum, let me make you my cum dump" he purrs out as he sucks your tongue inside of his mouth- and this is exactly what he did, he stuffed you ten times with his cums, five times in your cunt and other five inside your little ass.

but he doesn't stop there, your body lay against him, twitching. as your pussy drips with over loads of his cum, sukuna catch the cum that was spilling with his palm. scooping it with his hand, before he slowly start shoving his fist that was filled with him seeds back into your pussy.

you whine as you feel his fist tearing through you, he gently shush you with his other hand while the other two hold you down by your hips, for him to have easy access.

his fist make it's way inside of your tight pussy, enveloping his whold hand. he growls as he feels how tight you were clenching around him, how warm and hot your inside felt against his fist. he can the pool of cum that he filled you with, coating the insids of your pussy.

"i gotta-" you didn't fully finish your sentence because sukuna already know what you're going to say. he place his mouth hand on your clit, drinking in the warm spurt that starts gushing out of your pussy.

you scream as you start squirting the hot liquid, his cum starts spilling from your ass past his fist from the force of your orgasm.

sukuna growls as he stares at the mess you're making, his third arm making it's way toward your ass hole and scoop his cum that just spilled just to shoved it inside your little ass, fisting it just like your pussy.

"good fucking girl" sukuna mutters against your forehead, as your figure tremle against him.

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𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎

every since choso got the feeling to cum inside of you- to breed you. he couldn't stop after. it could be early in the morning and choso wouldn't be able to wait to fill you up with his cum.

it could be in the middle of work, he would beg you to sneak inside the bathroom for him to fill you cunt again. but lately something new been added to chosos breeding kink.

"baby- please fuck fuck fuck please just step on me baby" choso whine out kneeling in front of you, he just finished helping you put your heels on, and obviously your needy boyfriend got hard.

it's been a week since you discovered chosos filthy fetch, at first you didn't notice how he would take extra care of your feets, or how he would give extra attention to your feets, the way he would spoil you, buy tones of heels, without any doubt, the way he almost came into his pants once he saw your curved feets, and cute little toes in a dark red heels- his favorite color.

the why he would kiss each one of your toes as he massage your feets after along exhausting day, the way he stare at your toes that curled instinctively, unknowingly causing arousal to pool in his gut, the way he would always beat his hard cock as he sniffs one of your high thigh fluffly christmas socks, remembering the way your cute little feets and plumy thighs looked in them.

"do it, step on me." choso begs, leaning forward slightly to nuzzle against your belly. he looks up at you with his chin against your lower belly, pretty eyes pleading.

"what did i say about being a good boy baby? have you been a good boy today?" you look down at his figure, can't help the wetness that drenched your panties from having him like that.

slowly trailing your heels down his hard on, and stepping harshly on it- knowing he likes it rough, choso eyes cross, as he started humping your feet. your fingers run through his dark locks and pulling his head back, making him look up at you.

"you want to cum inside of me baby? you want to feel me with your seeds?" you coo at him, teasing him as you press the tip of your heels against the sensitive tip of his cock that was leaking through his pants, soaking the fabric.

he nods eagerly, you smirk at how desperate he is, not knowing what's coming for him.

here he was his hands tied up behind his back, as your body was on top of him. he stare at you confused. "but i wanna touch you-" you shush him by hovering your pussy against his cock, his mouth immediately shut and his eyes hazily focus on the way your wetness drip to his cock.

you know how much choso was touchy when he was inside of you. you knew it would drive him crazy if he doesn't to get to do that because of his tied up arms. but what you didn't know was how strong choso really is.

because as soon as you slam your pussy down his fat cock, choso immediately tear up the rob that tied his arms together. you gasp once he flips you over. he was huffing like a dog in heat. slamming his hips down your pussy with no mercy.

"em gonna cum! em gonna cum!" choso whimpers before you feel him coating your walls with his seeds.

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targaryenluvs · 11 months ago

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— OPPOSITES ATTRACT

pairings: clarisse la rue x aphrodite!daughter!reader (romantic) percy jackson x reader (platonic)

summary: the one where percy jackson has to wrap his head around the fact that the nicest person he’s met at camp, is dating clarisse.

warnings: kinda crack ficy in my opinion, fluff, smooches, capture the flag, reader is percy’s saving grace, percy sees the reader as a sister

a/n: i just got inspired okay? ✊🏽

percy’s feet were booming, heard from afar as he ran to the creek’s shore. the ares trio hot on his tail as they chased him down. he knew he couldn’t run forever, he’d have to fight, but how on earth was he going to win against three trained teens?

as if clarisse wasn’t frightening enough already, her scream sent literal chills down percy’s back, guess she really likes spears? he thought to himself.

the sounds of cheers and celebration drew the pairs attention as luke planted the opposing teams flag into the floor. they’d lost. percy felt clarisse’s grip falter, only slightly, but not when she saw the flag, clarisse’s eyes were currently trained on something behind him. more bullies? “there you are! i was waiting for you, wanted to show you my new and improved skills.”

clarisse let go of him and he couldn’t believe it, the rage in her eyes seemed to dissipate the second you came around. you, the sweetest person he’d met here, were friends with that thing?

that thing was capable of feelings?

his jaw dropped at the sight of clarisse’s hands on your cheeks, listening to you ramble on about who you’d fought and defeated in the woods, the pretty butterfly you’d seen. percy’s eyes were so close to popping out of his skull as clarisse kissed you, deeply. then he wanted to vomit as hands traveled and tongues met.

at dinner that night you sat by luke and chris, happily eating away as your hand rested on a book infront of you. “hey perce! come sit down.” you patted the space next to you as he accepted. “what’re you reading?” percy stared at the cover you’d flipped over to display to him, well he wasn’t expecting that. “where’d you get it from?” you pointed towards your girlfriend proudly, “she said she knew i’d like it, isn’t that sweet?”

percy’s weird version of a smile caused you to frown, “your smile is scaring me.” he immediately dropped it as you laughed, causing him to nudge you. “don’t be rude, i’m just a baby.” percy hadn’t felt so comfortable with someone since his mother. you pinched his cheeks, “naw, yes you are.” he swatted your hands away as you giggled, percy stared at you, studying you.

shining eyes, a beaming smile and an enchanting personality, truly a daughter of aphrodite, yet you dated clarisse. it didn’t make sense in his head, but from what little scenes he’d seen between the two of you, if you were happy than he was too, “what do you see in clarisse? why are you with someone so—” you turned to look his way, percy was worried you’d be offended.

but of course you weren’t, “because i like her percy, and she likes me. she’s absolutely gorgeous, if she wasn’t already a daughter of ares or i didn’t know? for sure aphrodite. and, people are always misunderstood, just because someone seems like a bad person, doesn’t mean they are. when clarisse and i are together, i see the best parts of her, always. i love her regardless, but there’s obviously things that you don’t tell everybody you just meet, or if you aren’t super comfortable with a person then you won’t show all the parts of yourself. i think, when you love someone you accept all parts of them, the good, the bad, the worst. you love someone despite their flaws. clarisse is good to me, and i like her, that’s all that matters. you’ll understand when you find someone yourself perce.”

he sat still, raking over your words in his head, “if one person can feel that way about someone else, they’d explode.” you laughed at his words, he was still young of course, he’d understand soon, you had a feeling. “i’d happily explode because of how much i love her.” you glanced back at her, only she wasn’t there.

“well i don’t want you to explode, i do want to spend my night with you.” clarisse stood behind you with her arms crossed, you could see percy tense up at her presence. with your hand on his, and your eyes reassuring him, he smiled, “i’m happy for you, but if she try’s anything i’m more than happy to beat her ass for you even if i’m broken in half.”

clarisse couldn’t hear his whispers, thank god. your smile was small, placing a hand on his shoulder, you kissed percy’s forehead, “my protector, now no one can try anything with me huh? thank you perce, if you need anything here at camp, or if you just want to talk and eat those blue foods of yours—” his arms wrapped around your neck tightly as you recovered from the force.

“thank you.”

“any day perce, any time.”

and percy sat back, watching the two of you walk away hand in hand. a clear thought rung through his head.

opposites attract.

#clarisse la rue #clarisse x reader #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse la rue x y/n #clarisse la rue x fem!reader #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson fic #percy jackson x fem!reader #percy jackson x reader

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ragingbookdragon · 5 months ago

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The woman sits down beside him on the park bench as he watches JJ run around with the toy soldier in his hand, yelling commands and jumping over playground equipment, pretending to be his dad. She smiles and leans over, asking, “Which one is yours?”

He eyes her from the corner of his hood and mutters, “Tyke with the action figure.”

She smiles wider. “He’s cute. JJ, isn’t he?” She points to a young girl following JJ around with her little nurse box. “He plays with Amelia a lot.”

“Yeah?” He’s not exactly interested in the conversation, but one look tells him she’s a tired mom who just wants to talk to someone not in “Mom-Land” 24/7.

“Amelia was really sick as a baby. When she was well enough to play…a lot of the kids didn’t want to play with her. Said she’d make them sick.”

“Cancer?” He asks before he can stop himself, and she blinks before she nods.

“Free now, but kids can be cruel.” She waves at JJ when he looks over. “JJ was the first to play with her. They like to play soldiers and medics.” A laugh escapes her when JJ tumbles and calls for Amelia, and the little girl bends beside him and starts opening the little box of toy supplies. “Is your wife working?”

He wonders if it’s a hope for a mom friend but he shakes his head. “Not married. JJ’s my godson.”

“Oh? But the woman who brings him?” She blinks. “I thought she was…”

“Missus Price is my CO’s wife. She and him took a vacation. I’m watchin’ JJ.”

“You must be close with them,” she surmises. “I thought she was your wife. She’s always so nice and sweet.”

He smiles at that. “Missus Price is a good one.” He whistles sharply all of the sudden, and JJ’s head pops up in the grass before he gets up and hauls Amelia with him, running over.

JJ mock salutes. “Reporting for duty, sir!” He looks at Amelia. “Lia, you have to salute.” The little girl follows in suit and the woman giggles at them.

“It’s gettin’ time for lunch,” he says and JJ whines.

“But Uncle Simon, we just got to the sandpit.”

Simon glares at him. “Soldiers need sustenance for survival. Without it, you’ll starve.”

JJ’s eyes widen and he turns to Amelia. “Medic, I have to leave my battle station.” He salutes her and she does it back clumsily. “Ready for sustance, sir.”

“Sustenance,” Simon corrects and stands up, placing a large hand on his head; it dwarfs the boy’s skull, fingers going over his eyes.

“Unc’ Simon, I can’t see,” he giggles.

“C’mon Banshee,” he says and nods to the woman before he starts walking.

JJ follows, but stops, a faint pink covering his cheeks as he hurries back and hugs Amelia tight. “Bye Medic Lia.”

Amelia hugs him back and smiles with a wave as the woman watches the young boy run next to his godfather, spouting off about enemies in the sandpit and the security of the nation.

The woman hurriedly rises and picks up Amelia, following with, “Wait!”

Simon stops and turns, looking at her expectingly.

“Um…Amelia and I will be back tomorrow around ten…if JJ and you want to come back and play?” She smiles, feeling heat on her cheeks and Simon gazes at her before he looks down at JJ who is nodding rapidly.

“We’ll be ‘ere,” he agrees and the woman smiles.

“I’m glad,” she holds out her hand to shake. “It’s nice to meet you, Simon.”

He takes her hand and shakes it, his grip firm but warm and inviting. “You as well.”

As they walk off, JJ looks up at him and asks, “Do you like Amelia’s mum?”

Simon rolls his eyes. “I just met ‘er, Banshee.”

“I like Amelia’s mom. She’s nice. She always brings me a snack.” He takes Simon’s hand. “I think you should like Amelia’s mum.”

“I’ll think about it.” He says, and happens a glance back at the woman who is listening intently to her daughter vividly depict her playtime with her friend; a small smile graces his lips and he thinks to himself, “I’ll think about it a lot.”

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mymoodwriting · 3 months ago

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3.4k, yandere, marriage-life, knives, threats of suicide, threats of self-harm, screaming, unhappy marriage, tears, mentions of pregnancy, alcohol, alcohol consumption, drugs, needles, medication, manipulation, delusions (@starillusion13)

“Is this your latest ploy for my attention?”

Jongho scoffed and walked towards the nearest cabinet, grabbing a wine glass. He browsed his options before grabbing a bottle and pouring himself a drink. He swirled the red liquid in his glass before taking a sip and then looking back towards you. He was completely unphased by the fact you were holding a knife to your throat.

“Put that down before you hurt yourself.”

“You think I won’t do it!”

“We both know you won’t. So tell me, what is it this time?”

“You know what I want.”

“That again? You know, most people just serve their spouse divorce papers, not make empty threats.”

“I can’t ask for a divorce! You made sure of that.”

“Hm… and why would I want to divorce you?”

“Cause if you don’t I’ll kill myself!”

“We’ve had this conversation before. If you really intended to take your own life you would have done so by now.”

Jongho placed his glass down and came over to you. He effortlessly took the knife from your hand, examining it for a moment before putting it back in its place. He kept you pinned against the counter, grabbing your chin with a firm and gentle hand so your eyes would meet.

“I will not tolerate anymore threats against your life, even if they come from you. Am I clear?”

“Why are you doing this to me?”

“What do you mean?”

“This, keeping me trapped in a marriage.”

“Trapped? Darling, we married for love.”

“I married for love, but I don’t think you did.”

“If not for love, then for what?”

“I don’t know. Some sick power play. You’re the great Choi Jongho, heir to Choi Industries. You could have any girl you wanted, so you chose me… the only daughter of my family… with no expectations but to marry a wealthy man. It’s all I was good for in my parents’ eyes, and you knew that, took advantage of that. You said all the right things so they would like you, and you said all the right things so I would love you…” You pulled away from his grasp and lowered your gaze. “As if my parents would ever entertain the idea of having me divorce you. I still haven’t given them a grandchild. That’s all they expect of me now… and I suppose that’s all you want from me too, right? Your own heir.”

“Do you really think so low of me?” Jongho questioned. “That I’d just marry some random girl simply because she came from money?”

“That’s what it looks like.”

“You believe my feelings for you to be disingenuous? That everything I did and said was a lie?”

“Once we got married you changed… you got distant and cold and-”

Jongho chuckled and grabbed your chin once more. His grip was tighter, and there was glint in his eyes. Gone was the calm demeanor you had seen a moment ago, replaced by this intensity that was making you nervous.

“So you miss me? Hm?”

“I-”

“Shall we take a trip? Just you and me, no work, wherever you want. If you missed me so much you should have said so.”

“Jongho, that’s not it.”

“Ah, I see. You mention it and say it’s what everyone else wants, but that’s not true, is it?”

“What?”

“You want a baby. I figured we’d have this discussion down the line but if that’s what you want right now, I have no problem-”

“You’re not the Jongho I married! Is that so hard to get through your thick skull!?”

Jongho chuckled. “My feelings for you haven’t changed. When I saw you across the room that day I knew I wanted you. The shy and quiet girl who was clearly there as something for her parents to display. She was going to be mine by any means necessary.”

“So you lied… this… this is the real you…”

“I’ve always been real with you. So don’t play coy. Like you said, you married me for love, and even if you’re whining right now, you still love me.”

“I don’t…”

“Will you keep lying to yourself? Y/n, you are my everything, and I will not lose you.”

“You already have.”

Jongho sighed. “Let’s continue this conversation tomorrow. Once you’ve-”

“I want a divorce. My answer isn’t gonna change overnight.”

“And neither is mine. You’re not divorcing me, so I suggest you get that idea out of your head right now.”

“If that’s how you want to be, then fine, make the person you supposedly love miserable.”

You shoved Jongho away and stormed off, not wanting to see him anymore. For the last couple of weeks you had been sleeping in the guest room, and staying in there for the most part. To a degree you had been avoiding him, and now you intended not to see him at all. Once you were gone Jongho stayed put, glancing over at the knives before getting his glass of wine and finishing it. He was growing tired of this conversation and needed to put an end to it. He cleaned up after himself and sent a message, retreating to bed and lingering outside your door for a moment before letting you sleep.

🖤

You slept in a lot lately, and today was like no other. It was nearly noon by the time you got up, and you were certainly hungry. Once you got dressed you went down to the kitchen, thinking about what to prepare yourself. Although as you walked into the kitchen you saw a handful of people cooking.

“Good morning, madam.”

“Uh… who are you? And what are you all doing in my house?”

“Mr. Choi wanted professional chefs in the house. That way you don’t have to work in the kitchen or worry about meals. We were-”

“When was this decided?”

“Oh, we got a call late last night and were told to start this morning.”

“Last night…”

“Madam, we were informed you sleep in and skip breakfast often. Since you’re awake now it’s best to have lunch. We’ve prepared some food for you, and the table has been set.”

“Ah… I see…”

“Let me escort you to the dining room.”

You still had questions, but this staff lady wasn’t going to have answers. You were also hungry so it was best to think things over on a full stomach. You sat at the table and were poured some tea. A few others in the wait staff soon came over to set the plates down before you. They moved quickly and you barely had a chance to thank them. The food certainly smelled delicious and you had your fill. Afterwards you retreated back to your room, taking a little nap as you were rather tired. You wound up sleeping until late in the afternoon, waking up to the sound of someone calling your name. You wanted to ignore it but there was a knock at your door, followed by the sound of it opening it.

“Y/n, darling, I know you’re awake.”

Jongho came into your room, sitting at the edge of the bed. He reached over and rolled you to face him, a smile adorning his lips. You couldn’t really pretend anymore as he caught you, so you just rolled your eyes and moved away.

“What do you want?”

“To talk. That’s what you wanted after all. Besides, I understand what’s going on here.”

“Do you?”

“Of course. Last night has been bothering me, and I’ve been thinking about it all day. I see what the issue is, you feel like you’ve lost purpose.”

“What?”

“Before me, all you ever wanted was to get away from your parents. Once we met and fell in love, you wanted to see me, to be with me, all hours of the day. Then when we were together, goodness, I still remember how you glowed with joy as we talked about marriage. Now we’re here, married and together. You don’t know what to do with yourself anymore, and that’s alright love.” Jongho walked over to the other side of the bed, reaching over to grab your hands. “You’re free from your parents, from their expectations. You can do whatever you want and I’ll support you as you-”

“I want a divorce.” You pulled your hands away and sat up. “I’ve said it a million times.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“That doesn’t matter, it’s what I want.”

“Because I’ve changed?” Jongho chuckled. “You’re the one who’s changed. That’s alright though, I know you’re taking me for granted here, but I have no problem reminding you why you’re my wife.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Let’s have dinner tonight. I’ll tell the kitchen to prepare you-”

“I don’t want personal chefs.”

“Well, I don’t want you near anything dangerous. I’ll see you later.”

Jongho gave you a smile and left on his own. You weren’t sure what to make of this conversation, and what it implied. Yet you couldn’t avoid dinner as someone, or himself, would come bother you about it. So you went down to the dining room after freshening up. The staff was finishing setting the table, and your chair was pulled out for you. A cup of tea was poured for you and you drank it while you waited. It wasn’t long before Jongho came into the room. He attempted to place a kiss on your cheek, but you leaned away. He took the hint and sat down.

“I’m sorry I’m not around as often. I have missed sharing meals with you.”

“…”

“I’d ask about your day, but as I understand you spent it all sleeping. Wish I could do that, but I’d need a good reason to take time off. Perhaps if my wife wanted to go-”

“Don’t call me that.”

“You are my wife though, have been for over a year now.”

“I don’t want the title.”

“Amuse me, love. What will you do if I agree to a divorce? You think you can just go back to your family?”

“What?”

“You can’t divorce me, but if I divorce you, what does that say? Your parents would think that you aren’t good enough for me or any man. They’d berate you for it, and you’d never hear the end of it. I wonder if anyone would ever want to date you afterwards, let alone marry you.”

“…”

“You said it yourself, marrying a wealthy man was all your parents expected of you. If you fail such a simple thing, what would they think? You got lucky here, love, don’t you think? You met their expectations, and you married the man you love. It’s everything you could ever want, and I’m the best you’re ever going to have.”

You felt tears sting your eyes as Jongho’s words sank in. You had been so focused on just wanting to get away from him you couldn’t even think to look beyond. He was right, your parents would most likely disown you if you got a divorce. If Jongho didn’t want you, they wouldn’t either. Not to mention you probably didn’t have any money to your name. A divorce truly meant being thrown to the streets and abandoned by everyone you ever knew.

“Don’t cry, love. I’d never divorce you and leave you to suffer. I know you’ve been having issues but let’s work through them before we do something drastic.”

Jongho got up and grabbed the bottle of wine on the table. He began pouring you a glass but you merely took the bottle from him and started drinking. Jongho watched you for a moment before taking the bottle from you.

“Love, you shouldn’t drink on an empty stomach, give me that.”

Jongho was careful not to spill anything on you, grabbing a napkin and cleaning your lips. You stared at him for a while and then your eyes met. For a moment you looked into those brown eyes, remembering just how much you loved to see them. Your gaze brought a smile to Jongho’s lips, and he used the opportunity to kiss your head. A teardrop slid down your face and he quickly wiped it away with his thumb.

“Don’t cry my love, I’m right here.”

You didn’t want to be near him, or anyone right now. You managed to get up but were immediately stumbling in your steps, feeling dizzy and having trouble keeping your eyes open. Jongho grabbed you by the waist, keeping you from falling over. You tried to push him away, but he wasn’t going to let go. After letting you struggle for a moment he picked you up bridal style and carried you back to the bedroom. Not your room, but the one you had shared before. He laid you down in bed, looking you over.

“Goodness, love, you drank more than I intended.”

“… huh…?”

“You’ll be fine. Just rest for a moment. Let me get you some tea and something soft to eat. You can’t go to sleep on an empty stomach.”

You groaned and dug your face into the pillow, already out of it. You were left alone for a while, and then Jongho returned with a little cart. He poured you some tea, putting what looked like a sugar cube into it, which didn’t make sense but you weren’t gonna say anything. While that cooled down Jongho helped you sit up, careful not to make you dizzy and cause you to throw up. You leaned against the headboard, trying to focus on Jongho and what he was doing.

“Here’s some soup, it should go down easy.”

Jongho spoon fed you, and you couldn’t really stop him. You had a bit before you stopped him, feeling a bit sick. That’s when Jongho gave you the tea. He blew on it gently to make sure it wasn’t hot, placing the tea cup against your lips and tilting it up. A sweet taste hit your lips, and the warm liquid created a nice sensation going down. Jongho watched you fondly, wanting you to drink most of the tea before letting you rest. After all that you felt sleepy, and Jongho helped you lay back down.

“I’ll be right here, so sleep easy love.”

“… hm…”

“Night.”

🖤

For the most part you slept well, but you were plagued by an uneasy feeling, leading to nightmares. You tossed and turned in bed, whimpering until the sound of your name pulled you from your dreams. You inhaled sharply as you regained consciousness, looking around with blurry vision as you truly began to wake. You felt something warm beneath you, realizing you were resting on top of Jongho’s chest. You slowly looked up at him, your eyes meeting, then you panicked and stumbled out of bed. A wave of dizziness hit you almost immediately and you collapsed to your hands and knees.

“Are you alright?”

Jongho rushed out of bed and went over to your side but you pushed him away. Last night you got messed up and weren’t thinking straight. The last thing you wanted was to wake up in Jongho’s arms.

“I’m fine… just… leave me alone…”

“You sure? You drank more than you should have last night.”

“I said I’m fine.”

“But you’re not.”

“Huh?”

“You’re likely a bit hungover, and alcohol doesn’t mix well with medication.”

“Medication? What are you talking about?”

“You think you can just hold a knife to your throat and I wouldn’t be concerned? I spoke with a doctor and they prescribed you some medication. Something to help ease your mind and worries.”

“What? I’m not-”

“So let’s get you some breakfast and then your meds. Afterwards you can go back to sleep.”

“No! What the hell are you talking about!?”

You tried to get up, needing to leave the room and get away from Jongho but he grabbed your arm and yanked you back down. Next thing you knew he had you pinned to the floor. He stayed atop of you, holding your hands besides your head, a gentle smile on his face.

“I know it all sounds scary and confusing, but it’s for your own good.”

“My own good!? Medicating me isn’t the answer!”

“What else am I to do when my beautiful wife talks about hurting herself and running away from me? I have to eliminate both possibilities from your mind and make sure you can do no such thing.”

“Is this really what you’re going to do?”

“You didn’t give me much choice, love. I’m not gonna lose you over something so simple to fix. I can move some things around at work and be home more often. Of course I should be there when my wife needs me.”

“You really are gonna trap me then, aren’t you?”

“My little bird already believes to be in a cage, nothing wrong with taking precautions to keep them safe.”

“Get off me!”

You struggled under Jongho, but his grip was firm. So you had to use other methods. You managed to knee him in the crotch, and then get him off of you, scrambling to your feet and out the door. You were still dizzy, but you had a burst of adrenaline to keep you moving. You had never really considered just straight up running away, but right now that was your only option. You kept to the wall as you moved down the hall, doing your best to maintain focus. Perhaps it was foolishly hopeful to think you could actually leave. You knew Jongho was a determined man. It’s how he became the youngest CEO of his company, and how he wound up marrying you. When he set his mind to something, he always achieved it.

“Y/n!”

Jongho caught up to you, pinning you against the wall, using his body weight to keep you still. You couldn’t help but scream, trying to get him off, but you didn’t have the strength. You thought to scream for help, but there probably wasn’t anyone in this house that was on your side.

“Calm down, love, nothing bad’s gonna happen.”

“Let me go!”

“Sh, sh, sh, you should be in bed, not running around the house. It’s too early for this.”

You continued to squirm, fighting off the headache taking hold of you. Although a moment later you felt your shirt being lifted up, cold digits brushing against your skin. You yelled, but still couldn’t move away. Instead you felt a pinch at your side, seeing a needle in the corner of your vision.

“No, no, no! Jongho, what is that!? No!”

“Easy, just relax, just breathe, like I said, it’s just medicine.”

“Liar! That’s not… uh… I…”

“It’s okay, it’s okay, I got you, love, I’m right here.”

You couldn’t really hold yourself up anymore, Jongho carefully picking you up in his arms and taking you back to the bedroom. You tried to grab onto him, to fight, to say something, but you were slowly sinking into darkness. You could feel yourself melting into the bedsheets, getting tucked back in. Jongho remained by your side, gently petting your head.

“I’ll have the doctor come by later and give you a proper check-up, then we can figure out what to do next. I know you’re scared and confused, so I’ll take care of everything. You just have to be a good girl and do as I say. Once we’re in a better place we can talk about what you really want.”

“… what I… really… want…?”

“Purpose. I know once you’re better you could be a great mother, but that’s a discussion for later. We’ll talk more when the doctor gets here. Just get some rest for now.”

“… no… Jongho… please… please…”

“Sh, sh, everything’s going to be okay, I promise. I’m taking care of everything, including you. We’re gonna be okay.”

“Jongho…”

“Sh, I love you, and we’re gonna get through this. So rest, I’m right here. Don’t worry about anything and have sweet dreams.”

As much as you wanted to keep your eyes open you couldn’t. Jongho took your hand in his own, placing a soft kiss along the knuckles. You couldn’t understand if this was the man you had loved all along, or if you still had any feelings for him, but when you took your vows at the altar, he certainly took them word for word.

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crybaby-magic · 3 months ago

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Our Past

sun wukong x daughter reader

based off of the song:The Horse and the Infant

Traveling with Macaque,Mk,and the Monkeys was not doing you any good.You can feel the raging headache waiting to tear your skull apart while yall travel through the semi fixed scroll to find Wukong.From Wukongs memories to the tears that randomly forming throughout the place.You really just want to hurry this up so they can defeat the overgrown lion and you can get your much needed sleep.

Honestly you kinda curse at Mk for finding the damn stick that soon lead to all this but at the same time you know it destiny.At the same time it could be jealousy that he hangs out with your dad more than you and you been with him for centuries.Signing out once more you travel on with white monkeys hanging off of you. “ What's with all the sighing girly”Macaque asked while slowing down to walk beside you.

“Nothing, just the whole situation sucks.And I might be slightly worried about the old man.”You muttered the last part slightly embarrassed.Macaque gruffly laughed at your antics while shaking his head.

You soon felt Mk jump onto your back making you slightly stumble. “Hey don’t worry we'll find him in no time then we can leave then we can beat up Azure lion then we can…umm we can do something i don't know what but we'll find out later.”He said in a reassuring cheeky voice. “A good side is weeee-” grabbing Macaque,you,and the monkeys in a hug “Get to see how Sun Wukong was through his memories”

Macaque shook his head “I really don’t care for relieving some of the memories” while heading ahead of the group.Mk pouted a bit while still hanging off of you before facing you.”What about you,aren’t you a little interested?” he said in a pouting voice.Smirking you nodded your head that got an ecstatic reaction from him.He hopped off of you and headed ahead.With a slight distant look you looked around in Wukongs memories shaking it off you head towards the two that were near a crack that a tiny monkey kept pointing at.

“Hey look, this little guy is pointing us somewhere i think he knows where Sun Wukong is at” Mk said.Nodding your head you wander through the crack hoping not to fall into another memory.

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That damn monkey is going to get it when you see it.It didn’t lead you to wukong but to a village at night.From observation nobody was out it looked like a ghost town almost.Through another problem was that nobody could figure out where y'all are.Mk surprisingly had no knowledge seeing as he knew everything about his past and Mac really couldn’t tell you anything.

The group was going to leave till you heard noise standing behind some trees yall peek out at the village.Then it happened chaos ensued In the far distance(the front of the village) fire started to arise.Then the scream,clashing of weapons,crying too where the hell were you guys and what the hell did Wukong do in his past.

Still peeking from the tree yall soon saw Wukong in his battle gear covered in blood.His staff dripping though something seems odd looking closer it seem that he was lead by his golden vision.All the while he holding someone's dead body by their head,from the looks of it the guy looked like the villages leader or something of the sort.He dropped the body and walked over him into the house.

You soon tuned everything out and headed to a window ignoring Macaque’s and Mk’s voice.Something felt familiar or strange you couldn’t- didn’t want to find out but…why.Macaque and Mk with some monkeys came to the opened window too.Observing the situation it seemed to be a plan room with a few hand sewn teddy bears on the floor.In the center of the dark room was a bassinet being lit up by the full moon.You felt your heart dropped a babies room.You had the thought of oh great jade empire he wouldn't,couldn’t it's a literal kid.Then again the other thought of yeah he probably would the amount of times he nearly killed you as a kid is embarrassingly high.

“Hey the door opened.”Mk pointed out snapping you out of your thoughts.Wukong entered the room eyes illuminated by the moon his eyes looked so empty that it actually scared you.Wind brushed past you forcing the door opened wider making it slam into the wall startling the baby making it start crying.

His eyes sharpened at the noise coming from the bassinet.He walked very slowly to it before staring down at the baby.He seemed to be having an eternal battle with himself before he lifted his staff in the motion that he was going to hit the baby.Everyone in the group looked disturbed your eyes widened with tears and let out a squeak that Macaque covered when you saw him swinging down.You closed your eyes hard tears falling at this soon to be gruesome scene.You knew he had a fucked up past at times but this honestly scared you.

Suddling you heard his staff falling then the sound of a child giggling.Looking up you saw Wukong’s gripping the edge of the bassinet.Slowly he reached in picking up the baby.The baby was in a long night dress that fell over there feet.The baby had the shortest hair but on the back of its neck you saw a serpent mark.A snake that was in a circle eating it own tail kinda.Subconsciously you rubbed the back of your neck realizing why this seemed so familiar, you’re the baby.

It’s hard to believe when he told you ‘he found you randomly one day and decided to pity your mortal existence’.(that you did hit him across the head for his ignorant tone in the end)You must have mumbled it out loud cause you heard Mk’s dramatic gasp and if Macaque had any reaction it was well hidden behind a scowl.

Observing the scene before you,you saw how he interacted with you, bouncing you and smiling while you giggled and pressed your tiny hands on his nose.Tears must have been falling from your eyes when you felt Macaque mess up your hair as he walked away gruffly saying “ let's go find your idiot dad.” Mk and the tiny monkeys soon followed after him.Turning around to follow them you heard wukong speak up so you turned your head to listen.

“It's hard to believe that something as cute as you could be dangerous in the future,so why don’t you come with me little on.Wanna go see a pretty mountain with pretty flowers.”A trail of giggling babbles followed.A small smile formed on your mouth though you’ll never reveal that.

#lego monkie kid #lego monkey kid sun wukong #lmk sun wukong #sun wukong x reader #angst #angst with a happy ending

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sequinsmile-x · 1 month ago

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Hide Beside Me

Emily shares her oldest secret with Aaron. A few years later, that secret resurfaces.

Part 2/3 (Part 1 can be found here)

-x-

Hi besties <3

Thanks so much for all the love on part 1 - really blown away by it. As always, I got carried away and because of all the detail I wanted to add to this fic to do it justice, this is now a 3 parter instead of a 2 parter!!

Part 3 will be up later in the week.

As always, please let me know what you think!

-x-

Warnings: pregnancy, teen pregnancy, abortion, adoption, forced adoption

Words: 3.9k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

She’d never truly let herself imagine it.

Over the years, there had been fleeting moments when it would happen, when her subconscious would torment her with a brief flash of hope that one day she’d be reunited with the daughter she’d never been allowed to know. She’d always shake it off, try and rid herself of the thought that felt nothing but impossible, sure that even if she got the chance to know her oldest child she wouldn’t want to know her in return. The last thing Emily ever wanted was to cause her any pain, to do anything other than love her in the few minutes she’d been allowed a lifetime ago.

She’d never pictured this. Had never thought she’d be the one who was sought out, and she’d certainly never pictured herself standing on the porch of her home, her infant son on her hip and her other two children inside getting ready for school as Sophia stood a few feet away from her.

Rebecca. Her name was Rebecca.

Emily can’t speak, rendered speechless for the first time in a long time. She feels like she’s underwater, her grip on Issac the only thing she’s aware of other than her heartbeat pounding in her head, the rhythm of it echoing around her skull, getting faster with each breath as nausea rolls in her gut. She sucks in a breath, desperate to say something, anything, so she doesn’t just continue to stare at the woman standing opposite her.

At her daughter.

She opens her mouth, but she’s cut off by the door opening behind her and a tiny hand tugging on the leg of her pants.

“I ready Mama.”

She looks down at Rose, and she sees Rebecca do the same, her shoulders getting visibly tighter as she watches the interaction between the two of them. Emily smiles at the toddler, grateful that she’s too young to see the tension in it and she tugs gently at one of her braids, “Go find Jack, okay?” She says, ignoring the slight shake to her voice, “Make sure he’s ready for me?”

Rose looks back and forth between Emily and Rebecca and tilts her head, her endless curiosity almost getting the better of her, her favourite word - why - on the tip of her tongue before Emily distracts her with another tug of her braid. Rose nods and turns back into the house, “Okay, Mama.”

The moment Emily and Rebecca are alone again with Issac, the baby happy and content as he always was in his mother’s arms, the other woman clears her throat, drawing Emily’s attention to her.

“I’m sorry,” she says, choking on the words as she shakes her head at herself, her hands tightly clasped in front of her, beads of blood visible on her cuticles from where she’d torn at them with her teeth, “I shouldn’t have come.”

When she turns her back, Emily’s brain finally kicks into gear, the shock she’d been overwhelmed by disappearing in an instant as she realises she might lose the chance she’d been waiting for more than half her life.

“Wait,” she says, stepping forward, her heart in her throat, a lump she can’t swallow past as Rebecca turns to look at her, dark eyes meeting dark eyes, “Please don’t go. I’m sorry…I…I just wasn’t expecting to see you.”

A smile flashes across Rebecca’s face and she crosses her arms over her chest, physically holding herself together, “What, you weren’t expecting your long lost kid to show up randomly on a Thursday morning?”

It makes Emily laugh, the kind of bluntness that Aaron would always say was all her if Jack or Rose were ever guilty of it, “Something like that,” she says, reaching into her pocket, grateful that she had some of her business cards to hand as she pulls one out and hands it to Rebecca, her chest tight as their fingers skip across each other. The first touch between mother and daughter in 30 years. Both of them had been children last time, and neither of them had any say in the separation that had driven them to this awkward conversation on the porch of Emily’s family home, “Please take this, and call me? Or at least text me so I have your number. It’s my personal line. I need to get the kids to school…” she drifts off, cursing herself for mentioning the children when Rebecca’s smile gets tighter, “We deserve more time to talk about everything than 5 minutes.”

Rebecca nods and looks at the card in her hand before she slips it into her jeans, “Okay, I’ll call you. I promise,” she looks lost for a moment, unsure if she should step forward for a hug or not, but she stops herself, her hands once again in a tight grasp in front of her, “I’ll leave you to it.”

“Okay,” Emily says, “Speak to you soon, Rebecca.” she swallows thickly, her daughter’s actual name heavy and foreign on her tongue.

Rebecca flashes a smile and nods, “Speak soon, Emily.”

She stands frozen in place as she watches Rebecca leave, unaware that she’s tightened her hold on Issac until he cries out, his eyebrows furrowed as she looks down at him, “Oh I’m sorry baby,” she says, kissing his forehead, letting her eye’s drift shut as she breathes him in, the sweet smell of his shampoo calming her down, “Mommy is so sorry.”

Her brief moment of peace with her son is gone as soon as she realises it’s the same thing she’d said to Sophia - Rebecca - the first, and only time, she’d held her. An apology whispered against her skin along with the name that had never gone any further than the two of them until she told Aaron about her.

“Mom,” Jack says, calling from inside the house, “We’re going to be late.”

She blows out a slow breath and wipes stray tears from her cheeks, stamping another kiss against Issac’s forehead before she walks into the house, “Coming, honey.”

She somehow manages to get Jack to school on time and Rose is only marginally late for daycare. She’s about to drop off Issac too, but when he grips onto her shirt, his clinginess with her something that had been established since he was born. Tiny and screaming and only calm when he was in her arms or against her chest. Every time she brought him to daycare on the days she worked he’d do this. He’d grasp the neckline of her shirt and cry, and she’d have to hand him over, assured by the workers that he always calmed down shortly after she left. It was something she was used to, something her heart had learned to take, but today it can’t. She can’t. It feels like his small hand is wrapped around her heart, his tiny sharp nails puncturing it as she finds herself unable to hand her baby over.

As soon as they are back in her car she calls her boss, and says she can’t come in today. A white lie about Issac having a cold that makes her feel guilty is accepted without comment. Her next call is to Aaron. She wants to talk to him, needs to talk to him, and she feels tears pressing at the back of her eyes the moment he answers.

“Hi,” he says, his voice light and soft like it always was with her, and she can picture his smile, “Everything okay?”

She sucks in a breath, her grip on the steering wheel tight, “Can you come home?”

It’s a simple question, but one she’d never asked of him before, and it makes him panic. She can hear it in the intake of his breath, in the way she can hear his chair scrape on the floor, “Emily, are you okay? Are the kids okay?”

“Yeah, they’re fine,” she says, swallowing thickly, “I promise. I…” she drifts off, unsure how to say it, the words stuck in her throat.

“Sweetheart, I’m coming home okay,” he assures her, fulfilling her request without having to think twice, “But I need to know that you’re okay.”

She chokes on a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob, “She found me. She…she showed up at the house this morning.”

“Who did?”

She wipes tears from her cheeks and clears her throat, “Sophia.”

There’s a gasp on the other end of the line followed by a brief moment of silence, “I’ll meet you at home as soon as I can, okay?” He asks, and she nods even though he can’t see her, “Want me to stay on the line with you until I get there?”

She lets out a shaky laugh, “No, it’s okay,” she says, “I just…need to see you.”

“I’m leaving the office now,” he replies, and she can hear the elevator, “I’ll use the blue lights and everything,” he jokes, desperate to do what he can for her until he makes it to her side.

She presses her lips together to control a smile, unsure if it is inappropriate or not, her emotions in turmoil as she shifts between them all in quick succession, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he replies, “Em…she found you.”

“Yeah,” she says, her chest aching at the awe in his voice, the way he loved her and her story a comfort she’d never get enough of, “She found me.”

___

He finds her in the living room with Issac fast asleep in her arms, his cheek pressed against her chest, a small patch of drool visible on her blouse that Aaron knew cost more than most people made in a month. She’s staring straight ahead, her eyes wide but seeing nothing as her hand drifts idly up and down their infant son’s back, a movement that is more for her than the fast asleep Issac.

“Sweetheart?” Aaron asks, careful to make sure he’s quiet, not wanting to wake up the baby or startle Emily. She turns to look at him, the brief look of confusion on her face enough to let him know she hadn’t heard his car pull up on the driveway, or the front door open. He looks at Issac, “Is he okay?”

She nods, taking a moment to kiss her son’s dark hair, “He’s okay. I couldn’t bring myself to hand him over at daycare,” she says, her smile sad as she rests her cheek on top of the baby’s head, “Rose ran into her classroom like she always does. Happy to be there and excited to spend the day with her friends. But Zac…he…”

“Held onto you and cried like he always does,” he finishes for her, and she nods again, swallowing thickly, tears pressing at the back of her eyes now he was here, now she no longer had to hold herself up all alone.

“I couldn’t let go of him,” she says, tightening her hold on Issac as if someone would take him, phantoms of her past who had once taken her baby from her breathing down her neck, the scent of the lady from the adoption agency’s perfume something she’d never been able to forget, “I just couldn’t.”

“That’s okay, sweetheart,” he assures her, still standing a few paces away from the couch, unsure how to approach this, how to look after her on the day the daughter she’d been forced to give up three decades ago had reappeared. “What can I do?”

She looks up at him, her chin trembling as she asks for the support she had lived without for most of her life, “A hug would be a good place to start.”

She doesn’t need to ask him twice. He’s on the couch with his arms around her in seconds, gathering her and Issac carefully against him. She’s crying the moment she’s safe in his embrace, her neck twisting at a slightly awkward angle so she doesn’t disturb Issac as she presses her face into Aaron’s neck. Desperate to fill her lungs with the scent of him, to replace the sickly sweet perfume she can smell even though she knows it’s not real with his woodsy cologne.

“I’ve got you, Em,” he says, his hand hooked around the back of her head as he holds her in place, scratching at her scalp with his blunt nails, “I’m right here.”

She cries for herself. For the 45 year old she was now who had spent decades wondering what her child looked like, mourning every birthday and graduation and Christmas she’d missed. For the 15-year-old who was forced into a situation she didn’t want twice - first keeping the pregnancy, and then having no choice but to give her baby up after she’d had 9 months to fall in love with her, every kick and elbow to the ribs a moment no one could take from her.

She cries for Sophia. Rebecca. And she hopes she’s had a good life, that any conversations they have leave her assured the right decision had been made for her little girl even if it hadn’t been the right decision for her.

Eventually, she calms down, her tears coming to a stop, Aaron’s embrace and his gently, soothing scratching of her scalp still going until she pulls back to look at him, her eyes still shining. Bright red and swollen with the make-up she’d put on that morning smudged around them.

“I didn’t recognise her,” she says, her words painful and stuck in her chest as she hiccups around them.

He tucks her hair behind her ear and wipes her tears from her cheeks, “What do you mean, baby?”

She sniffs and shakes her head at herself, “When I answered the door, I didn’t recognise her at first. I asked who she was…my own kid. I didn’t recognise my own kid.”

She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. Hadn’t been able to get past the fact she hadn’t known who Rebecca was at first. It hurt. Made her doubt herself and her skills as a mother, every fantasy she had ever allowed herself that they’d know each other immediately torn to pieces in a moment.

“Emily,” he says, wiping another tear from her cheek, “The last time you saw her she was minutes old. She’s, what, 30 now?”

“30 years, 4 months and 3 weeks old,” Emily confirms, the date her daughter had been born one of the only bits of information she’d ever had about her so she’d held onto it tightly.

“Exactly,” he says, leaning forward to kiss her forehead, “It’s not surprising it took you a minute,” he assures her, “And it certainly doesn’t make you a bad mother.”

She chuckles, the sound wet as it catches in her throat, “Sometimes I swear you actually can read my mind.”

He smiles, “No, I just happen to know my wife really well,” he says, kissing her forehead again before he pulls back to look at her, “What’s her name?”

It reminds her of the very first conversation they’d had about Sophia. When she’d been terrified of telling him her oldest secret but he’d done what he always had - loved her unconditionally. His understanding of her so deep, as natural to him as breathing, that sometimes she wondered if he knew her better than he knew herself.

“Rebecca,” she says, smiling as she says her name outloud, an answer to a question she’d had for so long, “Her name is Rebecca,” she looks down at Issac and kisses the top of his head, her smile soft and sad, “She’s beautiful.”

“Of course she is,” Aaron says immediately, his eyes shining when she looks up at him, “She came from you.”

She laughs and shakes her head at him, “How do you always do that?”

“Do what?” He asks, running his fingers through her hair to soothe her, to provide the comfort he’d always give away for free.

“Make me laugh on the hard days.”

He leans in to kiss her, catching the corner of her lips and then her nose, “Because I love you,” he answers, “How did you leave things with her?”

“I gave her my card. I told her to call me, she’s already sent me a text so I have her number,” she laughs disbelievingly, wondering how her world had changed so much in the space of a couple of hours, “I have Sophia’s number, Aaron,” she shakes her head at herself, “Rebecca,” she corrects, “That’s going to take some getting used to.”

“It’s okay if she’s still Sophia in here,” he says, his finger gentle as he presses against her chest, hovering over the patch of drool from Issac’s open mouth just above her heart, “She has been for a long time.”

She nods, her teeth sinking into her lower lip, “When I…when I meet up with her, can you come with me?” She asks, “I know it might be complicated because of work if you get a case, and I understand if you can’t-”

“Sweetheart,” he says, cutting her off, smiling softly at her, “There is nothing that would stop me being there for you, okay? You and the kids are the most important thing to me. No matter what.”

She rests her head on his shoulder and sinks into his side, “I can’t believe this is happening,” she murmurs, “It feels like a dream.”

He wraps his arm around her shoulders to keep her in place against him and kisses her temple, “It’s happening, Em,” he says, tears making his vision blurry because of how happy he is for her, “It’s really happening.” ___

She was exhausted, but happy.

Labour had been worse than she’d remembered. The pain something that time and Mother Nature had erased from her memory.

Her labour with Rose was the opposite of her labour with Sophia. Last time, she’d been alone the entire time, no one with her but medical staff who drifted in and out of the room for hours. Aaron had stayed by her side for every single second of her labour with Rose, providing both the physical and emotional support she needed, anticipating her needs before she even knew what they were. She’d encouraged him to go home with Jack, her smile soft as she told him that she and Rose would be okay, that he was exhausted and needed to sleep in their bed and not the tiny bed the nurses had rolled in for him.

He’d left reluctantly, kissing both her and Rose’s foreheads before he went home, a promise that he’d be back in the morning pressed against her skin.

“Okay, sweet girl,” she says, wincing as she pushes herself off the hospital bed and walks slowly the very short distance to the bassinet, “Let’s see if we can get this feeding thing down…” She fades off when she sees the bassinet is empty, the blanket Rose had been swaddled in left behind. She sucks in a breath, looking around the room in a panic, “Rose?” It’s ridiculous and she knows it, knows that her 4-hour-old couldn’t respond, but she says it anyway, the discomfort she’d been in before gone in an instant as she tears around the room, looking for her little girl, “Rose?”

She stops in place when she smells something familiar, a sickly sweet perfume that has always turned her stomach. A smell that meant loss and pain and she gasps, her hand over her mouth as she cries out again.

“Rose.”

___

She gasps as she wakes up, Aaron’s arm slipping from her waist as she sits up, her hand pressed against her chest as she tries to even out her breathing, desperate to shake off the remnants of an old nightmare she hadn’t had in a while but that had haunted her most nights when Rose and Issac were both newborns.

She’s on her feet before she can think about it, grabbing Aaron’s robe from the back of the door on her way past and slipping it on, the smell of him still clinging to the soft flannel material. She sneaks down the hallway towards Rose’s bedroom, careful to make sure she’s quiet as she walks past the nursery so she doesn’t wake up Issac. She’s gentle as she pushes open Rose’s door, which had already been slightly ajar anyway in case she wanted to seek out her parents in the night, and Emily blows out a slow breath when she sees her little girl fast asleep in her bed, her arms wrapped tightly around her favourite toy - a stuffed orca whale Jessica had bought her from the aquarium - her sweet face lit up by the nightlight in the corner of the room.

Emily closes her eyes and tries to even out her breathing, her hand against her chest as she does so. She hears the door to the master bedroom open and she turns to look, her lips pressed together in a tight smile when she looks at her husband, “Hi.”

“Hi,” he says, walking over to her, his arms immediately wrapping around her from behind, tugging her close, his lips pressed against her covered shoulder, “Did you have the nightmare?”

She hums and nods, turning her head to kiss his cheek, “I did.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

“I should have expected it,” she says, looking back at Rose, checking on her one more time before she lets the door close again, stopping it before it clicks into place, “I don’t know why I didn’t,” she links her arm through his as they walk back to their bedroom, “I am happy she reached out,” she says, “I really am, but…”

“Em,” he says, stopping her, his hands at her elbows, “I know you are. I know you’re happy, but you’re allowed to have mixed feelings about it. It’s a lot to deal with.”

She nods and chuckles dryly, “It is,” she shakes her head, “What if she doesn’t like me?” She asks, her cheeks burning with embarrassment at the thought that felt childish, like she was still the teenager who had been in this situation in the first place.

“It’s impossible not to like you,” he replies, his hands slipping to her hips, “Everyone loves you the moment they meet you.”

She raises her eyebrow at him, “You didn’t.”

He shakes his head at her, “Sweetheart-”

“You can deny it all you want, baby,” she says, patting his cheek before she shrugs off his robe and climbs into bed, “But we both know you didn’t like me.”

“I was just taken aback by your beauty,” he says, smiling when she rolls her eyes at him as he joins her in bed, pulling her against his side, “I was projecting because I felt guilty about finding a woman who wasn’t my wife attractive.”

She hums, resting her head on his shoulder and hooking her leg over his hips, “I’ll believe you. Thousands wouldn’t.”

He smiles and kisses the top of her head, “Everything will okay, Em.”

She nods, wanting more than anything to believe him, that this would somehow turn out to be everything she’d never allowed herself to believe it could be, “Yeah,” she says, snuggling in closer, “Everything will be okay.”

#aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss #hotchniss fan fic #aaron x emily #hotchniss fanfic #emily prentiss fanfiction #hotchniss fanfiction #hotchniss

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takemebacktocaitlyn · 4 months ago

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•I blame the Kitchen Fan Lullaby for this idea. And I also my re-awaken obsession with Ghost.•

Warning: Angst and death. This is just sad.

Summary: As Ghost finds himself fading away, he can’t help to have his mind wander to what could have been.

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The mission had gone wrong. Horribly wrong.

Simon found himself stumbling down a dimly lit hallway, wounded badly and bleeding heavily. His breath was ragged and every step he took there was nothing but pain engulfing him. The only thing that made his situation better was that his team was safe and out of harms way.

Finally allowing the pain to take over him, Simon leaned against the wall and slowly slid down to the floor. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, feeling woozy from the blood lost. His vision was also going in and out, becoming fuzzy before he forced it back clear with a slight tap to his cheek. With a frustrated groan Simon removed his head gear, skull mask and his balaclava. His hair was laced in sweat and so was his face.

Simon knew he was not going to make it out of this god forsaken building. He raised a shaky hand and opened one of the breast pockets of his vest, retrieving a picture. It was a little black and white sonogram of a baby. His baby. His little girl.

You, his loving wife of four years, had sent it to him in a letter weeks ago. Of course, you had already announced to him over the many video calls you two shared of the news. He—as you jokingly said—had hit the target the first try, and before he was deployed had gotten you knocked up. Sure neither of you were thrilled he was miles and miles away facing danger while you were home, growing a life alone and could possibly give birth to the babe by yourself. You weren’t really alone. You had your friends and family to help while he was away and Simon was thankful to them all. He just hoped he’d they’d all would still be there for you with what comes next.

The sonogram of his daughter, his little Amadora, was your last one before birth. He could see from the image she would have your nose, small and cute as a button and your same pouty lips. Maybe she’d have his eye color and maybe his hair? Fuck. He wish he would be around long enough to know.

Simon used to not fear death, he’d always embraced it as a friend anytime he was in the field, and always anticipated something like this would happen. Growing up how he did made him hard. He was a solider. So, if he died being one, dying for his team, dying to protect the innocent, dying as the goddamn Lt. “Ghost” Riley he was, then so be it. Yet, that changed when you came into the picture.

You with your good hearted nature, your ambitiousness, and your power to turn everything bright around you. You were the most stubborn woman he had ever met and yet he loved that about you. The feisty side you could have and how you could have easily beat every man on the task force with a hand tied behind your back. Price always commented on how you were one hell of a woman to be the only female on Task 141.

Simon loved your feisty side. He loved your sweet side. He loved you. Love was a foreign feeling to him until you came around and he could drop every wall he built up in his life for you. Only you. His true love, his best friend and his sweet little missus.

When you left the force, it was a mutual decision. Stuff got too much for you after a while but Simon was always there. And you two kept your relationship going, and after about six years together, Simon popped the question to you. He remembered how you wrapped your arms around him, knocking the both of you to turn ground as you kissed all over his face, his lips, anywhere you could while sobbing happily like a baby.

Simon wished he could see those tears again as you both held your daughter for the first time. See them when you dropped the little tike off to her first day of school, going off to college and he wished he could walk her down the aisle like every little girl wished their daddies would do on their wedding day. Because he knew you’d have those tears coming down your face, and he was not too much of an asshole to admit, tears would be coming down his face as well.

But he won’t.

He’d have to watch all the big mile stones from the clouds. Or wherever the fuck he was going.

Feeling your body grow cold was an odd feeling. Or the slow realization that your heart was beating slower and slower, and breathing was getting harder to do. And when you could they were hollow and uneven.

Simon kept looking at the sonogram in his hand, holding to it tightly, fighting his hand that kept wanting to become loose as his body slowly started giving up on him. He smiled softly.

He thought back to a random conversation you two had one morning, laying in bed on a Saturday afternoon. You remembered a science lesson from the tenth grade, where your teacher had mentioned that at death the brain has just enough function to remember seven minutes of happy thoughts, or basically what coulds. Just like it had the same function to allow the eyes and mouth to move before the brain, too, died. And he remembered how you ran a hand over his mask less face, letting your finger tips run over the scruff he had developed from being off duty, and told him that whenever it was your time, he’d be your seven minutes.

Simon had kissed you softly after that. The kiss growing more passionate until early morning love making happened. Something the both of you enjoyed.

Swallowing thickly, hardly any saliva from how his mouth and throat were so dry, Simon closed his eyes one more time.

Memories of the both of you came to his mind. The good, the bad, the ugly and the wonderful. His team, his friends, his brothers came to his mind. And everything every one of them had been through together in the years he spent with them. Then he used the last bit to see for himself an image of you and the baby together.

You would be in the kitchen cooking breakfast, Amadora on your hip as you hummed that little song you always sung. Swaying from side to side slowly as you watched the pancakes on the griddle.

You always had woken up before him and giving that a baby was now added to the mix, getting up early was out of the question. You could always wake him and he made sure to always tell you that, but you never wanted to do it. You always wanted to let him sleep because you just knew he was tired. He would be but he wouldn’t mind if you woke him to help you with anything. Even settling the baby down.

Amadora was what he hoped she looked like. She had your nose and your pouty lips, and some of the faces she made were all you. Yet, some were him as well. Her skin fair with dark hair like his. It was even uncontrollable in the mornings like his was when his hair grew back after shaving it for work. And her eyes? Hell. She had his same hazel brown eyes, a little bit of green near her pupils. Her brown was a bit more warmer than his but they were still like him.

You would turn to face him with a smile on your face and at the sight of him, your daughter would beam a toothless grin behind her pacifier. Her deep dimples showing perfectly on her chubby cheeks. Simon would walk over to his beautiful girls, kissing his little daughter on her head and rubbing his nose with hers before turning to you, wishing you a Goodmorning before letting his lips meet yours. The kiss was always slow and loving, always had been. You always smiled into the kiss and placed your hand on either his cheek or cupped his chin as he lovingly held his hand to the nape of your neck.

He would wrap his arms around your waist and rest his chin on your shoulder, placing a few kisses to the bare skin. A smile on his face as he would look back, wondering how he got so lucky and just glad he did something with his life to end up with you.

“I’ll see you soon my loves,” Simon spoke with a voice barely above a whisper, “just wait for me until then.”

His breathing slowed and slowed until he could feel his head dipping down, chin resting against his chest. This was supposed to be his last mission for a while to go watch his daughter come into the world, and this was his last mission. But it was his last mission because he sacrificed himself for his team. He had mentioned to Soap prior to the mission that morning if anything happened to him that Simon wanted him to be the one to deliver the news. And he knew Soap would and would do anything in his power to be there for you and the baby.

The right grip he held in his daughter’s sonogram loosened and the picture slipped from his grasp. It fell on the floor beside him, your neat handwriting in red pen on the bottom, acting as if the baby had written it, saying, “I can’t wait to meet you, Daddy!”

An image of your smiling face came to him once more, for the very last time. With what little strength he had left to even move his face muscles, the corner of his lips turned up into a smile before they fell again into a straight line.

Before he even knew it, darkness over took him. And Simon Riley took his very last breath.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley #call of duty #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #I blame sad song for this #Spotify

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storiesforallfandoms · 2 years ago

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letting go ~ corpse husband

word count: 1972

request?: yes!

“Could i make a request for corpse?

Dad!corpse x reader where it’s their daughter’s first day of school of kindergarten and he is not really taking it well?”

description: on their daughter’s first day of kindergarten, he feels a whole bunch of emotions

pairing: corpse husband x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two, three)

You could remember the day your daughter was born like it was yesterday. When you held her in your arms for the first time you couldn’t believe how small she was, or the fact that she had come from your body. She had you and Corpse wrapped around your fingers from the very second she was born.

It felt like one day you were cradling the newborn girl, then you blinked, and suddenly she was a five year old little girl getting ready for her first day of school.

You were making her breakfast when you heard her footsteps thumping down the stairs. She appeared in the kitchen with a flourish, showing off her outfit for the day. Corpse came down behind her, a smile on his face as he looked at his baby girl.

“What do you think, mommy?” she asked.

“You look wonderful, baby,” you replied. “Did you pick it out yourself?”

“Daddy helped.”

That was evident by the black t-shirt with a cutesy skull on the front. Your daughter, Mia, was basically a perfect mini version of Corpse. Most days you couldn’t see a single aspect of you in her, even though Corpse swore that she was more you than him.

You plated breakfast for the three of you and put it on the table as the two of them sat down. Mia excitedly started shoveling her breakfast into her mouth.

“Hey, slow down,” you laughed. “You’re going to give yourself a bad tummy.”

“I’m excited, mommy! I want to go to school!”

“Sweetheart, we have almost an hour till we have to leave. You can take your time.”

It seemed to take a lot of control, but the young girl managed to slow here eating. You looked over at Corpse with an amused look, but he was looking intently at his own breakfast.

When she finished eating, Mia got up and ran back to her room to start packing her new backpack. You chuckled and took up the empty plates. Corpse was still sat at the table, still seeming very distant. You placed the dishes in the sink and walked back over to the table. You got Corpse’s attention by sitting on his lap and tilting his head back to look at you.

“Penny for your thoughts?” you asked.

He smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist. “I just can’t believe she starts school today.”

“I know. It feels like just yesterday she was sleeping on your chest while you were recording your horror stories.”

Corpse chuckled. “We’ll have to make sure she doesn’t repeat the bedtime stories she’s used to to any new friends.”

You kissed the top of Corpse’s head and wiggled off his lap. “I should make sure she’s not trying to pack her entire bedroom into her backpack. Do you wanna come?”

“I’ll clean up down here. We’ll regroup in time to bring Mia to school.”

You chuckled and headed up to Mia’s room.

~~~~~~

Nearly an hour later, Mia was strapped into her car seat and ready to go to school. She had been excitedly chattering for basically the entire hour. She had her whole day planned in a number of different ways. She had even planned who she was going to become friends with despite not even knowing who her classmates were.

She was unbuckled and tugging on the door handle before you even had the car in park. You and Corpse shared an amused look before getting out of the car. Corpse helped her out and he held her hand as the three of you crossed the parking lot to the school. The classroom meant for Mia’s class was already filled with other excited kids. It was a loud and hectic setting that you were afraid would scare Mia, but she welcomed it with excitement as she immediately ran up to the first group she saw.

A sweet young lady walked up to the two of you and introduced herself as Miss. Rebecca.

“I’m (Y/N), and this is my husband, Corpse. We’re Mia’s parents,” you said as you and Corpse shook her hand.

“It’s nice to meet you two. Seems like little Mia is already settling in with her classmates.”

You smiled as you watched your daughter playing with the other kids she had undoubtably considered to be her new friends.

“She’s been looking forward to this,” you said.

Mia could only be separated from her friend group by the idea of seeing her assigned seat and her cubby, which she immediately stuffed her backpack into. As the class was being called to start, you and Corpse knelt down to hug the young girl.

“We’ll be back in a few hours to pick you up,” you assured her. “But if you want us to come back any sooner, you can as Miss. Rebecca. Okay?”

“Yeah, okay. Bye mommy, bye daddy.”

She waved you off dismissively and returned to her new table mates. You chuckled and stood to leave. With one last look, you and Corpse reluctantly pulled yourselves away from the classroom. Your heart felt heavy having to go. No matter how much you prepared for this day leading up to it, you were not ready to see your baby girl grow up.

The car ride home was extremely quiet. Not even the radio was playing. It felt like you had just left Mia somewhere for the rest of your lives and not just for a few hours. When you pulled into the driveway, you both sat in silence after turning off the car. You heard Corpse sniffle and when you looked over, you saw tears running down his cheeks.

“Oh, honey,” you said, taking his hand.

“Sorry,” he croaked. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry, honey. I know this is hard.”

You ran your thumb along his knuckles as he wiped away his tears with his free hand.

“I never thought I’d ever be here,” he said. “Like with a wife and a kid. And now I have to send my little girl off into the real world and she’s still just a baby.”

“It’s the hardest part of being a parent,” you agreed. “First she’s going off to school, next she’ll be going on her first date.”

Corpse shook his head. “Absolutely not. She won’t be dating until I’m long dead.”

You chuckled and squeezed his hand. You leaned over to rest your head against his shoulder despite your seatbelt still tugging on you to sit back. You didn’t want to go into the house yet, and it was very obvious that he didn’t want to either.

“I don’t want to let go yet,” he said.

“We’re not really letting go, though,” you said. “She’s only in kindergarten. She’ll be out of the house for a couple hours on weekdays, and then she’s home all night and on weekends. We have another year until we truly have to let her go into the world.”

“But what about when she makes friends and wants to go to their houses or to the playground with them and their parents?”

“Well, then we let her go without us. After we’ve made sure the parents are nice and we trust them, obviously. But it had to happen eventually. The only friends she’s had have been her own family, or when our friends bring over their kids every now and then. Socialization will do her good. How else is she supposed to find her own little Amgops gang.”

Corpse smiled. You knew exactly how to bring him out of this funk, even if you were also feeling the same emotions he was.

“It feels like we haven’t had her long enough,” Corpse said. “Five is way too young to be letting her fly the nest.”

You giggled and shook your head. “She won’t fly the nest until she’s 18 at the earliest. We still have her for another 13 years. We just have to get used to not having a little tike running around the house 12 hours a day.”

Corpse made a noise in response, but he was once again looking off without focus. You squeezed his hand again, which drew his attention over towards you.

“We can always use this time to ourselves to try and make another baby to fill the void while Mia’s gone,” you pointed out.

A knowing grin crossed Corpse’s lips. You moved your head so that you could kiss him before the two of you took off your seatbelts and rushed to the front door to get inside.

~~~~~~

A few hours later, you and Corpse were waiting outside the school for class to be dismissed. You weren’t the only early parents, and you certainly weren’t the only ones who were excitedly waiting to have your kid back in your arms.

When the doors opened, a flood of kindergarten kids rushed out. Most of them were still conversing with one another - showing off toys and trying to continue their playtime instead of going right to their parents. Mia was one of the last few to come out, two other young girls following her as they went. From afar you could see that there was something else on her shirt next to the skull, and the closer she got, the easier it was to make out: it was a skull sticker.

When she noticed you and Corpse stood by your car, her face lit up and she ran the rest of the way. Her little arms were outstretched to Corpse as she called, “Daddy!”

He picked her up in his arms and gave her a big kiss on her cheek. “How was your day, sweetheart?”

“It was amazing, daddy!” Mia exclaimed. “I made so many friends, but these two - ” She gestured to where the two other girls had been, but they were now with their own parents talking about their day. “ - are my best friends: Laura and Dani.”

“I’m glad you had such a good day, honey,” Corpse said. “What’s the sticker on your shirt?”

“This boy at my table had a bunch of stickers in his backpack. He wouldn’t share with anyone else, but he said this one reminded him of me because of the skull on my shirt, so he gave it to me!”

You and Corpse shared a look. You had a feeling you’d be hearing more about whoever this sticker boy was as the year went on.

Corpse put Mia in her car seat as she continued to give you both a play by play of her entire day, and about how excited she was to go back to school again tomorrow. You were almost home when she added, “But I missed you guys a lot.”

You peaked at her in the rear view mirror. “Are you sure? It sounds like you had too busy of a day to miss us.”

“Of course I missed you! I made so many new friends, but they don’t play the same as you and daddy do. They don’t like the ghost stories I tell with my dolls.”

You glanced over at Corpse, who was trying to stifle a laugh. “That’s my girl alright.”

“You’ll just have to teach them that your ghosts are friendly,” you told Mia. “But I’m sure they’ll learn to play the same way we do with you, or you’ll learn to play different with them.”

“No, I don’t want to play with the dolls the way they do. It’s boring. They just want to kiss the boy dolls and have baby dolls. They don’t even want to do scary stories about houses being haunted by scary old lady dolls.”

Corpse put a hand over his mouth to muffle his laugh. You looked over at him, an amused smile on your face.

“That’s your girl,” you said.

“That’s our girl,” he corrected.

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baby, as if (the flashbacks)

the flashbacks: part one. baby as if: masterlist (read with caution.) i looked at that poll and i said 'absolutley not, you'll take what i give you.' jk, but i realized it'll just be easier for me if i take this a few chunks at a time, so i give you the beginning of 'the flashbacks'. here, you'll see eight, six, and five and a half years ago. a little entry way into how reader and (not so) f!boy eddie met and started getting involved. tw: 18+, oral (f recieving), not much in terms of tws for this entry, discussions of drugs and drug dealing -- otherwise pretty fluffy. our timeframe setting starts out in 2007-ish. (take all actual year timelines with a grain of salt, i just like incorporating the early aughts into shit.) but here we go, i give you the beginning of baby as if: the flashbacks.

8 Years Ago You didn't really know each other when he started working at the shop. Your dad had mentioned 'my daughter' in passing, but you didn't go to Hawkins High or middle, you went to the highschool in the next town over using your aunts address because it was a better school. Your parents didn't want you to end up stuck like them, but you'd already beaten them by not getting pregnant at nineteen. He knew you went to college in Fort Wayne to study English -- he thought that was stupid since you spoke English already. Why would you have to spend all that money to study it? That didn't make sense to him.

He did know your little brother, Beau, often found small and sugar high at the end of a long day at kindergarten being dropped at the shop by your mom so she could take more clients at night in the salon. Eddie would take the morning shift on cars and then the afternoon shift as a baby sitter until the shop closed at 5:30. He'd take that time to teach him how to read -- but only the best books. He started with the Hobbit and went from there.

On one particular hot summer night, your mom didn't come by to drop off your brother which made sense since it was the summertime -- but he still heard the pitter patter of his light up sneakers against the concrete floor.

"Beau, don't run please!"

He hadn't heard that voice before, it wasn't nearly as nicotine soaked as your mom's or your aunt's. Eddie feels the slam of a tiny skull against his mid thigh and looks down to see Beau looking up at him with his big baby eyes.

"Hi," Beau says -- breathless in the way little kids are when they run or take a big gulp of water. He reaches up at him with his arms over his head, "I didn't wanna go home yet so I asked sissy if she could take me here after camp."

"Sissy?" Eddie asks with a quirk of his brow, hoisting him up onto his hip, "You're gettin' big dude, I don't know if I can keep pickin' you up."

"My sissy," he says, pointing over to the office your dad normally spent the afternoons in, but there you were right outside of it. Summer sun soaked, shorts tight over your thighs, run down sneakers and an old weathered sweatshirt completed your look. Eddie gulped at the sight of you but you were too preoccupied with your phone to pay attention.

"Mumma, can you tell Eddie about the dragon I saw at the zoo?" Beau asked, shimmying down Eddie's body to get back down on the floor to run to you.

"Okay kid, is she your sister or is she your mom?" Eddie asked, trying to hide confusion and surprised. You look up at him with a gaze that immediately makes him feel stupid, but intruiged.

"Ew, no, I'm definitely his sister," you answer while snapping your phone closed, hand falling onto Beau's head, "Can you guess which one of us was the mistake?"

Your playful grin makes him laugh, "Sorry, he called you mom so -- I just didn't know."

"Don't worry -- it's sorta like when you accidentally call your teacher 'mom' when you're a kid. He just gets confused," you shrug and introduce yourself before asking, "What's your name?"

"I'm Eddie. I uh --"

"Oh! You watch Beau when he's out of school!" you interrupt, "He talks about you all the time."

"You're not telling him about the dragon, sissy," Beau whines and squirms, "I seen a dragon today."

"You saw a dragon today, B," Eddie corrects, "I saw, not I seen."

"Still seen one," Beau crosses and uncrosses his arms with a dramatic eye roll, already bored with the conversation enough to scurry over to another co-worker.

"He saw a bearded dragon lizard at the zoo today," you smile.

"I swear he's five going on fifteen with all that attitude," Eddie says with an exasperated sigh through puffed out cheeks, "Gives me a run for my money..."

You laugh a little out of your nose and flip your phone open, he's stunned at how fast you text. Your thumbs flying over the keyboard of your Sidekick iD. All he had was some Nokia burner from Rick and an iPod he stole at the gym.

"Uh, your dad's in there, by the way. Like, you can just go in," he says. His coverall feels too hot and scratchy, noticibly concious of how much is pools around his sinewy frame. He doesn't look like a man the way the other guys who work here do, he doesn't really feel like one either. Too soft. Too gentle. Even when he was lugging around tires and getting into fights at The Hideout.

"He's on the phone," you scrunch your nose while you point at the door, keys in your hand jingling. He thinks about what you'd do if he reached forward and tapped his finger on it. If he traced down the bridge gently. You look so touchable.

"How come I've never seen you around before? I've been here like, almost a year," he says, running the rag that was over his shoulder through his hands to occupy himself.

"I'm not around a lot, normally in Fort Wayne 'cause I go to school there. I stay with a friend and work at the school over the summer to make some money," you explain, "Trying to save up for my own place."

"Oh, cool," he nods, swallowing the disappointment in his tone. Of course you don't want to stick around this shit hole town. You have better things to do. You're literally in college.

"What's your SN? I'll add you to my buddy list and tell you all the weird shit Beau says this weekend," you giggle.

"What's an SN?" Eddie asks, throat running dry. Is this some kind of joke? Are you trying to make fun of him or something? "SN? Your screen name?" you reply, cocking your head when he still doesn't know what you mean, "Like your AIM screen name?"

"Oh!" he says, embarrassment continuing to creep up on him, "Like, on the computer? We um -- I don't have one at home so I never really signed up for it."

"Oh," you say softly, nodding, "Um, well like, what's your number then? Gotta keep up with Beau's replacement older sibling."

He internally gags when you refer to him as your replacement. Did you already put him in that catergory? The friendzone? That's what they called it at the comic book store when they had their D&D nights and just talked about girls.

"Here," you say, handing the phone out to him with the 'New Contact' page up. He takes it, albiet shakily, unsure if Rick would want him to be giving out his number to just anyone -- but you're so cute and girls never ask for his number. Not even after they hook up with him in his van outside of the bar. Rick would understand.

"Thanks, it's saved under Eddie M," he replies sheepishly, "In case you know any other Eddies."

"I don't," you smile, "But I'll keep the M."

The door to the office opens and your dad appears, tired and disheveled but glad to see you.

"Hey kid, where's the gremlin?" he asks you gruffly.

"I don't know, probably doing something illegal," you shrug, but the pitter patter of light up sneakers on concrete starts up again across the garage.

"Let's go, buddy," he says while Beau leaps up into his arms.

"That was a big jump dude. What, are you half spider monkey or something?" Eddie teases.

"We saw them at the zoo, today!" he calls out, before turning to his dad, "And I also saw a dragon."

"That's very cool, you'll have to draw me a picture when we get home," he says with a nod before putting his attention on Eddie.

"I'm gonna head out, but are you good to lock up here with Mark?"

"Yeah, for sure," Eddie nods. A smile spreads across his lips, maybe you'll think he's important or something, "It was um...it was nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, too," you say softly while you head toward the door with your dad. He tries not to look, but there's something about the way your cut off shorts hug your ass that has heat rushing to his cheeks.

You turn back as the door is about to close behind you and grin, "I was the mistake, by the way. I'll shoot you a text after nine!"

You do text him after nine.

'heyyy. how r u? :)'

No one ever really asks.

Six Years Ago

He didn't mean to fall for you, but how could he not? Your weekly to bi-weekly phone calls during your senior year of college were all he looked forward to. Outside of pay day and parties at Rick's. And D&D campaigns. And shows at The Hideout. You were up there, you were top ten. He swore it.

He knew when you came home for winter break last year, helping your parents bring Beau to swimming lessons and indoor soccer. It started with small, yearning, glances when your daddy would invite him home for dinner, or you'd drop off lunch for the guys. Soft little flicks of brown eyes from under envious full lashes to watch you watching him, leaning over his work bench to ask him a question for your dad. Watching you live your life in your family’s small house while he ate brisket and showed Beau how to do shading in his coloring books. He nearly died when you grabbed his hand in the kitchen, manicured nails dancing over the new burnished silver jewelry on his fingers and asked, ‘Are these new rings? Where’d you get them?’

He'd survey you while you helped your brother with his math homework when your mom was busy with her fourth haircut that night -- your aunt who wouldn't pay her and your dad too burnt out to do anything but drink in front of the TV in his recliner.

"Oh, no, that's not right," Eddie pipes up gently. You looked up at the sound of his words, sitting across the kitchen table while you stood over your brother's shoulder.

Eddie blushes, scrunching into his shoulders, "Sorry, sorry, it's just, you're a little off -- when you're converting ounces to pounds you--"

"I don't need you to teach him about grams, ounces, and pounds, Munson," you say softly, a little giggle escaping your chest. He flushes deeper than before, "I think he's a little young for that." Everyone knew what Eddie did on the side, it didn’t take much to find out what he always had hidden away in his beat up backpack. Your daddy said that it taught him good entrepreneurial skills and as long as he wasn’t getting into trouble or selling to kids, he was fine to work at the shop until the cops came knocking – and they never did.

"Sorry, I just -- Just because it says 5 doesn't mean it's a half pound. 5 ounces isn't a half pound, it's like a 'gotcha' question," he explains. Your brother's eyes are glued to Eddie, his cool rings and long hair, his leather jacket, the soft stubble on his chin. Eddie was the coolest guy your brother had ever met, so if it meant he had to learn weight conversion from a drug dealer, then so be it. He'd listen to him before he’d listen to you.

"How many ounces are in a pound, bud?" he asks.

"Sixteen," your brother replies.

"What's half of sixteen?"

"Eight."

"You're so sharp, dude," Ed encourages, "You should skip second grade, for real."

"So even though it says point five, it's actually eight ounces? Not five ounces?" your brother asks, pencil tracing over the question on his work sheet.

"Exactly," Eddie grins, "See, you get it."

He meets your eyes for your approval and when you nod, running a hand over your little brother's head comfortingly, he has to hide the giddiness on his face in his hands.

"How come Eddie's good at math and you're not?" your brother asks. You laugh, Eddie's snort comes out from behind his hands, dancing through his silver rings.

"I haven't taken a math class in a while, Eddie does math every day," you say, like a kindergarten teacher trying to explain bomb drills.

"How come?"

"Oh, um," you look at Eddie, his flushed cheeks and boyish smile, "He's just -- Eddie's really smart."

You stayed out in Fort Wayne for six months after graduation until your mom got let go at the salon. 'Making room for new talent', they'd said. She'd developed joint pain, recurring carpal tunnel -- she couldn't do as much as she used to. So, like every good first born, you moved back home to help out -- taking whatever job you could find. At first it felt bad to be back in your childhood bedroom, forced back into the mundanity of the world around you. The embarrassment of running into people you knew at the mall or getting gas. But at least one thing was fine, you got to see Eddie -- and he was kind of exciting. Way more exciting than your job at the diner you picked up back in May. It worked out fine, you guess. You'd have mornings off some days to take Beau to school and to soccer, or baseball, or whatever sport he was into that season. Your mom would do hair in the kitchen for the older ladies -- roller sets, perms, colors. She could take her time with them, they had no rush. Then you'd leave for the diner when Beau came home and your mama would take more clients in the evening. Your daddy would be home at five thirty to take on the heat.

Things were easier on your parents when Eddie started coming around to keep Beau occupied. The second grader had a lot of energy, even after sports practice or game days. Eddie's personality matched his in intensity -- always finding new ways to keep him engaged in his homework, in his reading, in the way he navigated the world. Beau was at a fourth grade reading level by the end of the school year and whipping through math like he was born to know it. Your daddy started taking Eddie to boxing matches and monster truck shows with Beau. Your daddy started to forget you were there, too.

Except when Eddie’s big brown eyes started to linger a little too long at you one night when you were at work.

“Munson, I’m old. I’m not stupid,” your dad’s voice grumbles like a bad engine when he talks, “You wanna ask my daughter on a date, don’t you?”

Eddie sputters into his orange soda, smattering it onto Beau who throws into a fit of giggles.

“Uh – what?” he gasps, “Sir, I – excuse me?”

“I see how you’ve been lookin’ at her since you saw her two summers ago,” he shakes his head, coughing a cigarette cough into his fist, “You’ve got the most love sick eyes I’ve ever seen.”

Eddie can’t help the blush that grows in his cheeks, “Sir, I dunno about that.” “Everyone knows you have a huge crush on sissy, Ed,” Beau says matter of factly, taking a big gulp of his chocolate milk. Ed reaches for the cup as he goes for a second gulp and eases it out of his hands. “Slow down, kid,” he huffs, “And gross, dude. Girls have cooties.”

“Sissy has her cooties shot,” Beau shrugged, “She told me when I said there’s no way you liked her, ‘cause girls have cooties.” “Did sissy ask if I told you I liked her?” Eddie asks with a smile. Beau smirks and giggles, tiny teeth shining back at his dad – he’s a troublemaker but he’s no good at keeping secrets. Your dad smirks into his coffee mug, too.

“Did she ask you if I liked her?” Eddie’s heart pounds in his chest when your dad nods at his question.

“Did um – did she say if she liked me?” he stammers out. He pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth to squeeze out any remaining moisture as he saw you walk out of the kitchen to one of your tables. Two regulars, construction guys -- Bryan and Charlie, always come in at the same time and always tip big cause they think you're pretty. Eddie hates that he hates when you talk about them -- you aren't his, it shouldn't make him so upset. He smiles to himself for a minute when you press a hand to your lower back, scrunching your face in pain. He can tell it’s because you always pop your hip to one side when you take an order.

“She might’ve mentioned something,” your dad shrugs, “But I asked you a question, kid.”

The sticky heat from outside flows in through the door and into his chest, “Am I allowed to ask her on a date?”

“She’s twenny-two, she can do what she wants,” he laughs, “Just don’t have her coming home in a cop car and you got my blessing.”

“I promise I won’t have her come home in a cop car,” he breathes out. His excitement outweighs his embarrassment when you come over to the table. To him, your diner dress fits you just right. To you and your dad, you wished it was a little looser. He swallows hard when you plop your hands on the linoleum and lean forward on your palms. Your manicured nails click on the plastic when you drum them a few times, the pen in your hand shines.

“Anything else I can get you boys?” you ask with a smile.

“I think we’re heading out, pum’kin,” your dad’s jagged grin shines through his eyes while Beau crawls over Eddie to get out of the booth, “Gotta take this rugrat to the movies for his friend’s birthday party.”

“But um,” your dad chuckles while he stands up, stretching a bit before adjusting his biker vest, “I think Ed’s gonna stick around. Said he had somethin’ to ask you.”

Five and ½ Years Ago Money flows when he makes it. Your first date was to the movies, nervous hand holds on your knee – uncertain arm around your shoulder. He smelled like Suave body wash and cigarettes. Your second to some restaurant out of town, he stumbled over his drink order and yours but it made you giggle in a way that made him giggle too. He wore a ‘nice’ shirt that Wayne let him borrow but he shifted in it all night – rolling up the sleeves and opening up the collar. Some chicken scratch tattoos on his forearms. He kissed you in the van with warm full lips and smiled all the way home. But as the months went on and Rick started giving him bigger plays, bigger bricks to move – two years in the trenches had his seeing stacks he had only dreamed of before. You got to reap the benefits. A pair of earrings, nicer dinners, paying for your manicures every now and again. New tattoos on his arms, on his chest, littered in them – good ones too, he’d go out to Ohio for them. He’d work his shifts at the garage with your dad and then on some nights and weekends do his business. Your daddy still looked the other way, if the cops weren’t knocking then it didn’t matter. Eddie was making you happy, he was making everyone happy, so there wasn’t any reason for him to worry. You spent your shifts at the diner thinking about when he’d come pick you up. Thinking about when he’d come in during your opening shifts and flirt with you while he had a cup of coffee – sometimes in his coveralls, sometimes in his clothes from the night before. He smelled good, new colognes – he got a couple. You liked the one he wore on date nights and loved the one he wore during the day. Got some silver chains to match his rings – subtle upgrades. He’d started to fill out some – making more money, eating more, more muscle, more cash, more confidence – still yours. Still lovesick. ‘The most lovesick eyes I’ve ever seen.’

His hair tickled your thighs while he had you splayed out on the mattress in Rick’s guest room, the ‘welcome to the weekend’ party still raging down stairs as the night begins to approach the early hours of the morning. Perks of living on the outskirts of town – no neighbors to call the cops to tell you to shut the fuck up. The thud of the music makes the walls vibrate, putting you in a steady trance in the dark. The joints you were passed earlier had made their claim, body languid and floaty — he could have you just how he wants you.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he whispers into the crease of your thigh while his hands push your knees apart further. His tongue is his best feature, and he knows it now. Easily his strongest muscle with the way it’s started to get him in and out of anything. Sweet charm turned as silver as his rings as he got more and more successful, more and more of Rick’s approval. His tongue lies flat in slow intentional drags between your legs, spit pooling out in its wake. He likes to take his time here to build you up, your soft ‘hm’s encouraging him to keep his pace.

“It’s nice like that, huh?” he asks gently, pressing a kiss to your clit, “Using my tongue on you?”

“Yeah,” you breathe out, eyes closed and sleepy. His head pokes up from between your legs when he notices your body reacting less and less to his mouth. Your sounds get progressively quieter, losing enthusiasm.

“Hey, you okay?” he asks, crawling up over you.

“Mhm,” you respond, eyes still shut.

“You fallin’ asleep on me?” he laughs, thumb coming up to run over the side of your head, “You little lightweight.”

Your lips stretch into a smile, the weight of your high pressing you further into the mattress. Each time you take a breath you feel yourself falling further and further away, it’s almost scary until it's not – because he’s there. You feel the pad of his index finger run down the bridge of your nose and slide over your bottom lip. He quietly eases off the bed, grabbing your panties and jeans from the floor to put them back on with the finesse of a person who’s had to redress their passed out friends many times before. You’re almost out like a light when he drapes the throw blanket over your legs, adjusting it to slouch messily over your shoulders. You barely feel the kiss he leaves on your forehead.

“I love you,” he whispers, before heading back down stairs for a drink. You wake up to the music still blaring downstairs, mouth dry and disoriented – realizing that what woke you up is the sound of the door opening.

“Hey sleepy, didn’t mean to wake you,” Eddie whispers, wincing a bit as the music gets louder. He closes the door with his hip, clicking on the overhead light making you both squint, “Well, technically I did, but I didn’t mean to wake you up like this. I brought you some food, baby.” Heat rushes to your face at the name. Baby. No one had ever called you that before. Not other hookups or boyfriends - always ‘babe’, never ‘baby’. Always ‘babe’, never ‘angel’, never ‘sweetheart’, never ‘my girl’. Eddie called you every sweet name he could think of. “Thank you,” you smile, eyes falling on the ringed hand cradling a paper plate with two slices of pizza, dripping in grease. The other held a can of Pepsi that he watched your eyes fall on for a brief moment.

“They didn’t have Coke, m’sorry,” he scrunches his nose, leaning in to give you a kiss while he places the plate and can on the side table, clicking on the lamp.

“That’s okay, this is fine,” you smile, he smiles back while clicking the big light back off. He crawls onto the bed next to you, the warmth of him enveloping you in his scent, his body heat, his essence. Things moved fast since your first date. You’d never felt loved like this, you’d never been kissed how he kissed you. It’s like he wrote the schematics for your body and kept them a secret until the day you let him touch you in the back of his van. The day you let him take you in your bedroom when your parents went to watch Beau’s baseball game. Even his stare made you flustered. Eddie would say the same about you. Gareth and Jeff would label it as lovedrunk, Rick said he was more addicted to being with you than he was to making him money. Sandra at the diner said he’s obsessed. Obsessed with you. It had a nice ring to it.

“Thank you again,” you nod, cracking open the can of Pepsi that soothes your dry mouth instantly.

“Anything for you,” he smiles while his hand reaches to yours, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

“I heard what you said, by the way,” you smirk, “When you left the room.”

His face somehow blanches and fumes red like sweet cherries at the same time, “You weren’t supposed to.”

“Didn’t want me to know that you love me?” you tease, shoulder bumping him with a laugh. He doesn’t laugh back, he just looks at you with soft eyes – big and brown, begging.

“Is that stupid?” he asks softly, disappointment weighing heavy on his tongue.

“No! No! It’s not stupid,” you quickly assure, “No, I um –” You smile down into the can of Pepsi, manicured nails on your opposite hand drumming on the aluminum. “I love you, too,” you whisper, “I was nervous that maybe it was too soon. I didn’t like…I didn’t wanna scare you.” “Scared by my girl saying she loves me? Nah,” he shakes his head, teeth gleaming in a smile that hurts his cheeks, “That’s the best shit I’ve heard all year.” “Why don’t you eat first,” he starts huskily, taking your Pepsi can and placing it on the side table. The cologne on his skin had mixed pleasantly with tobacco, enveloping you in sandalwood, fruit, and smoke. His lips were plush as he pressed first against the corner of your mouth and then the other, holding his index finger in the center of yours. He nuzzled your nose gently before easing himself into a deep kiss, index finger tracing down your cheek. “As I was saying,” he starts again, a light giggle floating out of his chest and escaping pink cheeks, “Why don’t you eat first and then maybe we can go to mine and I’ll show you how much I love you.” “What about Wayne?” you ask, looking at his distorted face with your foreheads so close together. He steals a quick kiss from you again, another on your cheek. “Wayne’s staying close to the plant to do a morning shift, so he won’t be home until tomorrow night,” he grins, “We can play house all day tomorrow.”

“You’re stupid,” you laugh, leaning back to take the pizza off the side table to take a bite. “What? You don’t wanna be my baby all day?” he gets on his knees on the mattress to lean into you, lips finding their way to your cheek and jaw. You squirm under his touch, a feather light gasp coming out of your mouth when he nips at the spot at the top of your neck. “What’s got you so flustered, hm?” he teases into your ear, his ringed hand trailing up your thigh. Your hand covers his and he stops his journey, pulling back a little. “Nothing bad, s’just – I really like it when you call me baby,” you hide your face with one hand, “I don’t think I’ve said that before. It’s just really nice.” “Baby,” he pours out like warm syrup, it sounds so natural in his nicotine soaked voice. He pulls your hand away, smattering slow soft kisses across your cheeks. Mumbling between each one, “Baby, baby, baby.”

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journalsouppe · 7 months ago

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APOLLO JUSTICE!!!!! AHHHHHH!!!! What i would literally give to have a true AA4 sequel. I wholeheartedly believe if Yamazaki's team could ignore aa4 canon to make 5 & 6 then Shu Takumi should absolutely be allowed to ignore any 5&6 canon to make an aa4 sequel. I'm dying out here pleaseeeeee

The Phoenix sticker is from Peachcott. The Klavier sticker is from Ayabit from the Turnabout Cinema zine. The Apollo and Trucy stickers are from astarsor.

Writing typed below!

rating: 9.8 played: Fa 2023 port: 3DS favorite? Y replayable: Y recommend? Y series: Ace Attorney

Comments

THE JUDGE PAINTING

apollo's such a dork <3

ooo i like the perceive function

i love the music

DONT SAY THAT TRUCY T_T

there's so much going on in this investigation

wow i love how uneasy i feel even after the trial ended

LMAO I FORGOT ABOUT THE PHOENIX SEX PHOTO

i dont think y'all want your panties back...

klav's a bill and ted fan i see lol

LOVE mr eldoon's design 10/10

klapollo meet cute moment LMAO

oops ^^; i accidentally wrote a 600 word essay about the first case

i like how apollo cried over trucy

IT'S JUSTICE TIME??? T^T

i like klavier's hands a normal amount

alita must have some dirty fucking feet

the animations are so smooth

apollo being jealous of klavier at the concert and thinking he's cool LMAO

apollo is WHIPPED

trucy is KILLING it in court, she really is nick's daughter

klavier's shoe print *skull emoji*

out of pocket shiny forehead comment LMAO

lamiroir has similar vocal tones as malon!

THE PENIS FIRE AND KLAV PUTTING IT OUT IN THE BKGD

the smile and hair twirl klavier LMAO

why am i doing this music recording thing T^T

i dont like looking at daryan T_T

letouse kazuma moment lmao

capcom loves the face down death with writing on the ground huh LMAO

wtf is the judge talking about

i love all these scientific tests with ema! :)

i love the snackoos SFX

klav does not miss an opportunity to take a short at apollo's big forehead LMAO

APOLLO YOU DUMBASS

faking blindness is crazy

I KNEW IT WOULD BE DARYAN'S VOICE

klav's office is so much more normal than edgeworth's

WAIT IS IT GRAMARYE AND NOT GRAYMAYRE??

THE ANIMALS??

i love apollo and lamiroir goofing on klav

similar tech opening to brc

WTF WAS THAT KRISTOPH JUMPSCARE T-T

LORD DADDY???

oh he's insufferable

HOLY SHIT THAT'S WHY VERA IS STARING AT KLAV??

"rip off" phoenix is so real for that

are they injecting magnifi with piss??

im curious why kristoph would do this to phoenix

he just left his daughter???

tf is going on

T^T THE KRISTOPH ZOOM IN

why does klav have that egg from dragon tales

apollo understands me with mascots

this is so gay omfg

daryan not liking trucy means he goes even more into the shit book than before

apollo the journaling king

the x-ray function is a really fun addition

BABY TRUCY

omg phoenix with out the ugly hd redraw

GUMSHOE

he said it!!! he said 'ace attorney' lmao

i love and hate that i have to present the journal page

why does the screen shake when mr misham speaks T_T

THAT SCAR IS FREAKY

siblings omgggg

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I love this game so much. I love it so much that I am heartbroken knowing that AA 5 & 6 butchers the story it setup and I'm considering not even playing them unless AA7 is announced. I love all the main characters so much, the whole story was so well built and I can def see the influence the story had on DGS. Apollo is such a good protagonist, he's relatable but also so unique. I love seeing his character progression in the game: a new attorney who is easily manipulated to a confident and determined attorney who trusts in his own judgement. I LOVED Klavier oh my god. I love how much he respects Apollo and although he doesn't hesitate to tease him, he doesn't bully or abuse Apollo in any way. They both have a mutual admiration and rivalry where they try to play as fairly as possible. Klav doesn't maliciously withhold or change evidence, but he does spend hours reviewing his arsenal and thinks of all the counter arguments the defense could bring up. I really like Apollo's ability, it continues the mystery and mysticism from the original trilogy but with new mechanics. I adore Trucy so much. She honestly might be my favorite AA character. She's determined, strong willed, and above all -- extremely silly. I couldn't of asked for a better character to be Phoenix's daughter. I also LOVE the sibling reveal at the end but gdi if only they actually figure it out T^T T^T. I think Apollo and Trucy's dynamic is probably my favorite Defense and assistant dynamic. This who game was so fun, I know 4-3 is not everyone's favorite and it is a little all over the place but I also enjoyed it and loved the premise. There's so much to say, I haven't even talked about Nick and Kris - what an incredible feud, what a genius development for Nick. I cannot recommend this game enough, I am so obsessed with it and cannot wait to make art <3 <3.

#journalsouppe #bullet journal #journal #video game journal #ace attorney #apollo justice #apollo justice ace attorney #aa4

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cal-daisies-and-briars · 4 months ago

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Ahh make me write!!! I know the following is a lot so if you can’t do them all it’s fine. I know I normally don’t put this many but I have had a tough week and figured why not. However just one line from any fic will make me happy and seriously don’t feel pressured or anything to write them all (or any at all). I appreciate all you do write.

🦮 🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮 (I’m really excited about Cranberry!!!!!!)

🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊

⚡⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️

🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨

🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸

🔮 🔮

📚

Oh no! I hope your weekend has improved things. Sending love.

I can absolutely do all of this. In fact, it's my pleasure.

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“It’s fine. I can do it.”

He rises out of his chair stiffly, leg still aching, and pushes his chair back. His stomach twists with apprehension as he looks at how far his phone has slid under the table.

“Buck, really,” Maddie says. “I don’t mind.”

“Just let me!” Buck insists, tone a bit short.

Everyone at the table is watching them, he realizes. Buck’s cheeks burn.

“Fuck,” he grumbles under his breath.

Buck lowers his sore body onto the hard tile floor, carefully, putting pressure on his knees. His left thigh trembles a little. He crawls forward a foot or two, head under the table, and slowly reaches his arm forward until he can grab the awkwardly located phone, wedged between two legs of tables the restaurant pushed together to accommodate their party size. Stuck in such a way no one could use their foot to kick it to him.

Phone secured, Buck reaches back, pockets it, and retreats out from under the table. He moves a little too quickly, desperate for this to be over, and his prosthetic obviously doesn’t react with him. It’s awkward and clunky and he stumbles a little as he climbs to his feet. His head hits off the underside of the table, sending more pain shooting across the backside of his skull.

In the back of his mind, Buck can see Cranberry’s face, phone resting gently in her mouth, tail wagging. Like, look how easy this could have been.

Maddie reaches to help him and he shirks away from her. He straightens up, brushes the grime from the floor off his pant legs, and then plunks heavily back into his chair. All the while, the table watches with quiet discomfort. Pity, probably. They probably fucking pity him. Buck wants to disappear.

“I’m fine,” Buck insists. “Keep eating, guys.”

Another beat of silence.

Bobby, who seems to be reading Buck’s brain and needs, turns to Hen and Karen.

“So, tell me about IVF. How’s that going?”

Conversation resumes.

Buck tries to release some of the tension he’s holding in his jaw, but he just can’t shake it. He tries to take another bite of seabass, but finds his tongue unreceptive to taste. Which is a real shame, given the quality of the food here. His fork is shaking a little in his hand.

Fuck.

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“The bar?” Maddie scoffs. “Evan, it’s a building. I want you to be safe!”

Buck doesn’t answer. He looks wild with indecision and hurt. There are just as volatile storms swirling behind his eyes as the one outside the door.

My brother… He’s had a lonelier life than is fair for someone as loving as he is. He deserves someone who chooses him.

Eddie hurt him badly. And entirely by accident. This is on Eddie to fix.

“Maddie, can B- can Evan and I talk for a minute?” He asks. “I’ll drive you and Genevieve to the station right after.”

Maddie looks between Buck and Eddie.

“Evan?” She asks.

“Yeah. Fine.” Buck grumbles. “Whatever.”

“Okay,” Maddie sighs. She walks off towards the back office and calls out for her daughter. “Genni? Change of plans, baby.”

The moment she’s gone, Eddie launches into another attempt.

“Please, just choose safety, okay?” Eddie asks. “You can hate me there if you want to.”

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The kid thing is more complicated. Or, less? Eddie doesn’t know. To be honest, he’s confused.

See, he thinks he wants one after all. One. Not like an armada of them. Buck seemed comfortable with any number, zero or upwards, so he thinks this boundary will be fine. He also thinks that before he asks Buck to marry him, he should probably tell him this tiny detail. It’s sort of relevant. However, he also doesn’t want it to seem like marrying Buck is contingent on his reaction to this. Or that he only wants the kid to marry Buck. So he has to plan both individual conversations in a way that conveys this.

Conversation. Is that the wrong way to think of it? Probably, right? His proposal to Shannon had been more or less of a steam roll. Telling her how they would navigate the future.

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THE FOLLOWING IS NSFW AND SPOILERY

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He’s in a vacuum of pure, unblemished bliss. Naked, wrapped in Eddie and duvet, and still feeling light and fuzzy from multiple orgasms the night before. What a world.

The best part is, Buck is fairly certain this was not intended to be a one time affair. He’s fairly certain he’s been given something good - something great - that he gets to keep. At least, for as long as Eddie will allow him. And Eddie doesn’t seem like he’s in a rush to let go.

In fact, he’s tucked into Buck, pressing slow, soft kisses to Buck’s chest. His hand is sliding lower down Buck’s body, rousing him in more ways than one. Eddie is very handsy, it turns out. No slouch with his mouth, either.

Again, what a world.

“Goodmorning,” Buck mumbles, as Eddie’s hand finds exactly where Buck’s body would most like it to be.

“Goodmorning,” Eddie whispers into Buck’s collarbone. His grip tightens, and Buck’s hips jut a little.

“You’re really something,” Buck rasps.

“Should I stop?”

“God no.”

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“You lied to the police,” Eddie echoes.

Buck nods. “Gave them an account of things that threw them off the trail of what really happened. Made it seem like they were looking for your body, not…”

“Not a killer,” Eddie whispers.

“You didn’t kill me.” Buck reminds him.

“I killed Captain Gerrard,” Eddie admits.

Sophia inhales sharply through her teeth.

Buck doesn’t twitch.

“Well, that doesn’t need to leave this kitchen table, right?”

“Right,” Sophia agrees. “In fact, I hear he was more or less a total cunt.”

Eddie’s eyes widen. “You say Hail Marys with that mouth?”

“Been a long time since I went to mass, Eddie.”

“Point is, you’re a mystery,” Buck says. “People all have their theories."

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Bobby’s head starts to rush. It sort of comes out of nowhere. At first, he thinks it’s some sort of panic attack. Wouldn’t be surprising, given what’s happened.

He drops his elbows onto the table and rests his head in his hands. He thinks he can just ride it out, focus on his breathing.

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Ravi thinks of the sheer ferocity with which Eddie loves his son. Never allows anyone to doubt him or think less of him. Of course Anil trying to weaponize a disorder against Ravi would piss him off.

#daisies and briars writes #buck service dog fic #if you can make the music fic #things we're all too young to know fic #any other way fic #long death fic #weary memory fic #no one can be born too many times fic

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heroloverangel · 1 year ago

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Silence is Golden

The Loudest Dad is here.

Well, this could have gone better.

Of course you’re a little nervous when your contractions start and you begin what turns out to be a grueling twelve-hour wait, but the pro hero is somehow even more on edge than you are. You watch him run around your home for the first few hours doing any random chores he can think of to keep himself busy. You’re not complaining; you don’t remember the last time the kitchen and bathroom looked so clean. He spends the entire drive to the hospital tapping impatiently at the steering wheel and humming loudly along to the music he keeps changing. Once settled into your room, he switches endlessly between pacing around and sitting beside you, jiggling his leg nonstop. For a pro hero whose career involves tangling with villains and criminals, it’s funny to see Present Mic so antsy about something so normal.

“You okay there, big guy?” He nearly jumps out of his seat when you tap his shoulder and you hide your laugh. “Y’know I’m pretty sure I’m the one with the harder job on this.”

He runs a hand through his long hair before giving you a small smile. “Yeah, I know. Guess I’m just a little impatient to meet this kid.”

You raise an eyebrow toward his still-jiggling leg. “A little, you say?”

Hizashi lets out a sheepish laugh and makes an effort to stop his fidgeting. “Okay, maybe a lot impatient. Can you really blame me?”

You shake your head and lean over to give him a kiss. “No, it’s actually pretty cute.” It’s so easy for the two of you to slip into your natural state of teasing and cracking jokes together, you don’t notice the time passing. It’s almost a surprise when a nurse checks your status and announces that you’re finally ready to deliver, and you can’t stop the inkling of nerves suddenly blooming in your stomach. As if he can sense it, your husband’s stronger hand wraps around yours to give you a reassuring squeeze, and you feel yourself relax a bit. “We can do this,” you remind yourself out loud.

“Damn right we can,” he agrees. “People have been having babies for thousands of years, how hard can it be? Hell, squirrels can figure this whole baby thing out and I’m pretty sure we’re beating them in the brain department. You’re gonna do great.” His reasoning is so stupid it’s brilliant, and you two share one last smile together before the action starts.

“And no baby muzzle?”

He nods in agreement. “No baby muzzle.”

The birth itself is perfectly fine. Your epidural has taken full effect by then, rewarding you with minimal pain for an otherwise unpleasant experience. Your lower body still feels like lead and you’re not sure you’ve ever felt so tired by the end of it, but it’s a small price to pay for what you’re getting in return. Yamada barely blinks the entire time, narrating the scene in front of him for your amusement with all his usual, obnoxious enthusiasm. If he notices that he’s annoying the doctor and nurse tending to his wife and child, he clearly doesn’t care.

Eventually your daughter emerges, with Hizashi’s description of “super gross, she’s beautiful” blurted out in a surprisingly gentle whisper. You watch the nurse step away to clean and examine the baby and you take a moment to relax back against the bed. You smile wearily at your husband and he peppers kisses all over your face, both of you deliriously happy in the moment and ready to meet your girl.

After an agonizing wait of only a few minutes she’s deposited into your arms and you can’t take your eyes off of her. “Hi there, sweetheart. Mama’s so glad to–”

The rest of your words are drowned out by your newborn’s first cry, a single inhuman wail that makes your brain rattle inside your skull and leaves your ears ringing painfully. You’re suddenly reconsidering that baby muzzle. A glance around the room tells you everyone else is feeling similar effects, their voices muffled deep beneath the loud ring.

All except Hizashi, who seems to have some form of natural immunity thanks to his own quirk. You see his lips moving but barely hear a sound from him and you can only shake your head. He quickly taps at his phone and holds up the message to you. “R U OK???”

“No I’m not okay! I can’t hear!” You stare up at him in horror. “It’s not permanent, right?” He shakes his head and gives you a thumbs up that does nothing to quell your fears.

“Probs not maybe just 2-3 days?” He taps another sentence. “Shoulda brought earplugs i guess.”

You roll your eyes and look back down at your baby, who has no idea what just happened. “It’s alright! Mama’s not mad at you!” She squirms uncomfortably in your arms, you have no idea how loud your voice is until he motions for you to lower your volume. “Sorry, kiddo. We’ll figure it out.”

By some miracle, Sozoshi has no more harmful outbursts before you’re released from the hospital, much to the entire floor’s relief. It takes three full days, but your hearing gradually returns just as you’re settling back into your own bed and you find yourself tearing up with happiness the first time you’re able to hear her natural voice. There’s a generous supply of noise-canceling pacifiers within arm’s reach in every room of the house, but at the moment neither of you could imagine a time you’d want to keep her quiet.

#hero dadcademia #pregnancy #present mic x reader #bnha x reader

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ducknotinarow · 4 months ago

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Blitz - Family Meme; all that apply uwu

| Talking about family

"You want me to go on about my Loony? Oh sure I love my daughter, Course there is also my baby sister I can chat about here also no problem. Uh? Wait...all of them? Fuck my life. WHY!"

Send 👔 for my muse to talk about their father

"Oh yeah my Dad was a real great Dad, wouldn't dare consider ever giving up his gold ticket Fizz but me? Me he'll sell for whatever you got in your pocket. Though I'm pretty surprised he took the sale at all? So I guess I have some kind of value? Think he just hand me off."

Blitz's Dad aint gonna be getting a 'world's greatest Dad' mugs from Blitz anytime soon. Cash Buckzo is clearly not any sort of loving parents towards Blitz not above manipulating them as a small child using his Mother against him just to get what they wanted from Blitz. It's pretty telling that even as a small child Blitz wouldn't do just anything for his Dad but can be swayed by the mere mention of his mother. Blitz clearly has no real hang ups when it comes to father he seems happy to drop them and forget them especially since Cash was clearly the reason he never got to speak to Fizz again and he's not phased at all to see him being a reason for that. Blitz dose clearly wish to be a much better father himself. And maybe be why despite Loona's age he treats her how he dose.

I feel it's also a part of what makes him like Stolas a lot, he can tell Stolas is a caring father. When they got trapped in the van together and Stolas was worrying about Via? Yeah course that's important to him.

Send 👚 for my muse to talk about their mother

"....Mom? Well I mean I loved her a lot. She was the best, she wasn't in the best of health but she always just..just made things better." Blitz clearly has a real sore spot when it comes to his mother. She was already his weakness as a kid he would do anything if he felt it would help his mom. She seemed the type in indulge her kids in their talents like Blitz love to draw despite being bad at it he still dose it even being aware he is in fact bad at it but it makes him happy and if anything makes him think of her. Though the fire wasn't truly his fault just a freak accident it was the worse day of his life. His family fell apart because like he stated in the very first episode, losing a mother ruins a family. And Blitz blames everything on himself, he's the reason he lost his mother after all and he is the reason he no longer has his sister in his life either. Still can't say the loss of his dad means that much to him but thats a pain he's dealt with forever.

His mother clearly holds a special place in his heart seeing how he keeps the skull oddment she once wore around her own neck. Not to mention the sight of his mother in a photo can send his emptions over the edge. And him feeling he caused him to lose his mother really just seeped into any other possible relationship he might find himself in.

Send 🤜 for my muse to talk about (one of) their sibling(s)

"....I mean I got Blair still..at least."

Blair being @questionablemuses oc XD Who I just love so course I gotta mention her ;3; well get to her in a bit.

Blitz has a twin sister Barbie who he was once close to even having a twin act along with his sister when he got a bit older. Likely happening once Fizz gained more popularirty seeing how the pair of them used to be a duo. Blitz and Barbie instead became an act together and clearly Babrie also was a very talent act carrying her brother in their shows. Which as young kids likely didn't bug her at first but I feel over time? did start to impact her feeling held back by her brother when she could be more on par with Fizz if not for Blitz. But thats her brother after all. Untill the fire which took away any chance she had from her, took her own mother away as well. I feel barbie stayed in touched with her father and likely let him help her try and book some gigs for a time. But that would lead her down a bad path of addiction. Blitz dosen't blame Barb for hating his guts if anything eh feels she is right to hate him. But he still tries his best he really dose. Trying to visit her when she was in rehab no matter how often he was kicked out or screamed at by her. In fact? I feel Blitz is the reason she ended up in rehab just adding more to the conflict between them. Blitz trying to be there for the last bit of family he has left. But seen as ruining things for Barb because of the jobs she had that allowed her the drugs she was getting hooked on.

Blair is the last bit of family he has that dosen't hate him or is gone. Blitz often wondering how long ti will take till Blair wises up finally. Well trying his best to hopfully not give her a reason to wisen up so to speak. Blitz however can be a bit overbearing with being protective of Blair. When it comes to who she dates and works not really mattering who it is Blitz is not a fan of anyone sucking on his sisters neck u-u Sorry Blair he cares he just Blitz one day he'll clam down when hes like old XD

Send 👶 for my muse to talk about (one of) their child(ren)

"I love my daughter, look at all these cute photos I have of her! My Loonie is so perfect like always~ Others just haven't seen how great she is!" Blitz I feel adopted Loona over any other hellhound, because he saw himself in Loona. Loona dose share a lot of traits with Blitz and both coming from these troubling backgrounds being rejected and abandoned? It's like that phase be the adult that child you needed in their life. Blitz however even with Loona still has the hadbit of keeping distance his overbearing and grossly over affection he knows she hates is a good way to keep a bit distance between them. Well still keeping the relationship there, course he fears her leaving as well and likey why he isn't too knee on her dating because she might leave and never come back.

He dose try to parent here but he clearly has no idea what he is doing, not to mention not treating her at the right age she is in. Some part likely has todo with how Hellhounds work he just dosen't treat her as a work hand of sorts. Which maybe be why Loona dose have some softness towards Blitz she just also good at keeping people away and at a distance. Blitz kind of allowing the over aggressive version she goes about it dosen't help but dose create a sort of understanding between them. She wouldn't worry about him if she didn't bother to learn about him she kind of gets the closest look at the mess he is living with him after all.

#muse| blitzØ #madamkezzie #aflockoffeathers #questionablemuses #[ on last bridge i can't dare to burn -questionablemuses]#talk about family meme #meme reply #meme answers #((aka Blitz don't got the best family to talk about XD))#((least he got Loona ;3;))

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