#spooking every time he looked at me. like fully forgot i was there. silly

[daughterofsarenrae]

Robin being silly

[eartht137]

DEAREST HEART-LETTER TWO

Whooo, goodness!! I spooked myself after writing the first letter. There is a dog next door to my house and she likes to stare out towards the back "alley way" and one night while I was showering by candlelight (blinds still aren't fixed) she wouldn't stop staring out at the alley way. My azz was spooked lol. That being said, here is another "letter" from Mr. Kal El himself. Enjoy curvies MMMMMMwwwaahhhhhhh!!!!

Dark Clark Kent x Plus Size Reader

Warnings: Stalking (This chapter is pretty tame)

A few days later, the whole situation had hidden itself in your brain. You had so much going on in your waking life, you really didn't have time to dwell on a possible prank. Your birthday had arrived and you really weren't feeling too thrilled about it. Your depression just had to spike up and ruin the one day you thought you would enjoy, but you didn't even get to stress about it for long. You'd stepped into your office to boot up your computer for the day, and you saw it. On your desk was a letter, same vintage parchment, but his time it had an Aster instead of a Rose. You stared at it for so long, wondering if you should read it or not. You finally sat down and pulled the letter out of the envelope to see what he had to say.

Happy Birthday Little One,

I wish so badly that I could show you the best birthday you've ever had, but that will have to wait. I know you're not looking forward to today. I've noticed you haven't mentioned it much, and you almost forgot. How do you forget your birthday silly girl? I have purchased a gift every year since we met, I can't wait until I'm able to give them to you and you can unwrap each and everyone as if it were Christmas. Why haven't you planned anything? Not even a free day for yourself, what's going on? I wish you would talk to me. I want so badly to help you get better, but its a one day at a time deal. I was there you know, when you almost died? I was there the night you called your husband and told him the truth about how bad you felt. I swear it was the scariest night of my life when the surgeon walked in and told you they were putting you in an induced state for a week. All I could think was, what if you didn't wake up, or what if they did something wrong? What if they hurt you more or caused a bad reaction. I have seen a lot of things, but I have never been so sad and afraid to lose someone like you. I watched over you every night, making sure you'd come back to me and the baby. Well, you know what I mean. I know that's been rough on you, but you are making great progress. I remember you saying you'd like to change your hair, would you like for me to set up your appointment? I think you'd look delicious with cherry red hair, just don't cut it please. I love your hair. I love everything about you. I know you don't remember, but the moment our eyes met, I couldn't get you out of my head. I tried, I swear I tried so hard to stay away. I'd go for walks at night to clear my head and try not to think of you, and I'd find myself further and further away from home. It has to be fate that wants us together, because there you were, pulling in from work one night. I watched you sit there blaring your music, trying to finish the song before you went inside. I knew you right away, I had never been so....I can't describe how it felt, it was overwhelming. It had to be love that outweighed the hurt, even your "husband" walked out to greet you, it just couldn't overshadow what my heart felt. I told myself that I loved you enough to let you be happy, and I did for awhile. Not one day or night went by where you didn't cross my mind, so I decided to whisk by and take a picture of you, just for memory of the woman I couldn't have. One picture turned to two, two turned to ten. I had to get the perfect angle, but the only perfect angle is up close, in person; like I said I did try. I wish I could take you out for your birthday. I'd cook for us and we'd go down by the river, or I could take you somewhere 5 star. I know its really not your thing, but you deserve to be served like a queen. You are a queen to me. I dreamed about you, I dream about you all the time, but this one was different. It scared me so much, I woke in cold sweat. I can't bear to think about it now, but I know it was just a stupid dream. I will have to go out of the country for awhile, but I promise to still write as often as I can. I love you, so much.

With All My Heart and Soul,

Kal-El

"Babe!!! Babe, I need to tell you something." You said scared senseless. You rushed to your husband, showing him the letters and explained that you thought it was a sick prank. Your husband immediately called the police. He packed you all up and as much as he hated it, you all went to stay with your mom.

That night while you were up talking to your mom, she leaned back and asked you something insane.

"Is that really another man's baby?" she asked seriously.

"NO! I don't even know who this is, I swear I don't know a Kal-El. I've never met anyone like that in all my life." You whisper screamed at her as you struggled to hold back tears. She stared into your eyes for a moment before sighing heavily. Before you knew it she was crying and hugging your neck so tight you couldn't breathe.

"After all you've been through, this was the last thing you needed. I've always told you to be careful and watch your surroundings." She fussed.

"Ma I did, but I don't ever go anywhere. I stay in the house most of the time and I'm always with my family." You couldn't help but feel as if you were being attacked.

"You never know who is watching you." She argued back.

"Ma, look at me." You said standing back opening your arms to show your full body. "All these years I've worked hard to feel comfortable in my own skin. It took me a long time to feel fully comfortable around my own husband. All of these years you guys have trashed me for my weight, the times you all have told me that I get different treatment for my size, there was no way in this world I could've ever imagined that I would get stalked by-by this Kal-El fucker!" You yelled as tears flowed down your face, you could even feel your face strain in anger. "Now this is happening, and I should've been watching my surroundings. You drilled in my head for years that people looked past me for you and everyone else. You drilled in my head that people would only want me to use me, YOU DRILLED IN MY HEAD THAT I NEVER HAD THE LOOK TO MAKE IT OUT HERE, SO NOW HERE WE ARE WITH A MANIAC THAT SOMEHOW MANAGED TO FIND ME THAT I DON'T EVEN KNOW OR HAVE ANY CLUE AS TO WHAT THIS GUY LOOKS LIKE AND I SHOULD'VE BEEN WATCHING MY SURROUNDINGS!?" Your head felt like it was on fire, then all at once stars appeared and you lost vision.

When you woke up you were laying on the floor with a jacket under your neck as your mom and family (that she had called) stood around trying to get you to come back to. You tried sitting up, but only felt dizzier. Your hands and feet felt numb and you were shaking as sweat poured off of your body. Your husband sat by you, fanning you and giving you water. When you began to feel better, he helped you up and over to the couch. He asked everyone to leave you alone and not upset you anymore.

"Baby what do you want to do? How can I make you feel safe?" Your husband asked.

You stared deep in his eyes and remembered why you loved him so much. He always went out of his way to make sure you were happy. You thought back to not so pleasant days when you both argued and said mean things and your realized then and there how much you took him for granted sometimes. Before you knew it the flood gates released and you sobbed.

"Can you just hold me please?" You asked in a small pitiful voice.

"I will always hold you and be there for you baby. I love you. We will get through this together, like we always do."

[dumbwaystodeviate]

Nines deviates because Gavin has an accidental eating disorder? (Procrastinates eating/forgets to eat)

CW: Eating Disorder

Gavin wasn’t really the most well put togeather human Nines had ever met, but at the very least he could say he was a competent man. He got his work done on time, kept a decent exercise routine and was sharp when it came to cases. Hell, when Gavin finally got over himself and calmed down about the whole android partner thing he wasn’t half bad, funny and able to keep the RK occupied.

And if he could be a bit dumb and feral at times, well, Nines wasn’t complaining. Kept him on his toes.

The RK didn’t keep tabs on the detective for the first month or so of their partnership, instead keeping to his work when the man wandered off to do whatever it was during his breaks, nor did he have a clue about what he got up to after hours when Nines was left in the charging station for the night. Except play with a cat, it was hard to ignore the orange cat hairs.

But as Gavin got more used to him he started let Nines tag along with him, possibly for the familiar company considering androids didn’t really need the breaks. No complaints though.

For days he would watch during break as Gavin would chat to Tina about cases and other things that didn’t really matter all that much, turning a cup of coffee around in his hands over and over as he nursed it. It left him confused, however, when despite it being a lunch break Nines never saw him get lunch. Isn’t that what this time is used for?

“Detective?” He guessed now was as good a time as ever to ask. “Isn’t lunch break meant for getting lunch? Did you forget to get something?”

He was met with a look of confusion before Gavin fully understood. “Hu? Oh, uh yeah. Meant to grab something but I guess it slipped my mind. Eh I’ll be fine, just gotta get dinner.” 

Nines wasn’t too sure about that, but gave a nod. “I can remind you tomorrow to make sure you bring something, or bring it myself if you like?” His offer was shot down with a wave of the hand signaling the end of that conversation, turning back to whatever silly joke he was having with Tina.

He didn’t mention the next day when it happened again, a yellow led the only tell that something was wrong.

.

Nines couldn’t keep staying at the station forever, HR was starting to throw a fit about it and quite frankly so were some of the other officers. Mostly cause a sleeping Nines spooked the night shift. With Gavin being his partner and the only one with a spare room he offered it up to the android, stating it would at least make working at home easier.

It wasn’t a bad setup really. Sure, Nines had to clean his clothes of cat hair now and often woke from stasis finding he was a bed for cats but he didn’t mind. The first time Gavin had found him stuck under the animals he had laughed and took photos. 

Over the weeks of staying there the RK started to notice a pattern. So many morning he would find the detective up before even himself, using weights and what not in a early morning workout routine. Which would be all well and good if it wasn’t nearing time to leave.

“Detective. It would be a good idea to finish up and eat breakfast, would you like me to cook?” Sure he wasn’t built for it but he’s open to learning new things.

Gavin paused for a moment, getting air back into his lungs. “Hh, Naw, I’ll get it when i’m done here. Go feed the cats though.”

Nines didn’t really feel right about leaving the man to keep going, but he was given a task and he would do it.

But he didn’t stop in time, working out until he had just enough time for a shower before the two of them were jogging from the building to get to work. Nines led got stuck on yellow when Gavin seemed to forget to stop and get something to eat along the way, the human swearing he forgot. The RK wasn’t sure if he was telling the truth or lying. No, he had to be truthful, the man never lied even if it would come back to bite him. 

Nines kept track of the number of times this happened, notes pinned to his hud, a collage of forgotten promise to look after his own health. So many it was hard to see past at times, more obnoxiously present every time he saw the man. All the evidence was before him as he tried day in and out to try and fix it, but there wasn’t much he could do when he was ordered to stop.

It made his programming burn to see Gavin flop face first into the couch to sleep, skipping again in favor of his exhaustion.

“Detective, I will order pizza. What would you like on it?” 

What little light was on at the moment was drowned out in the red that poured from Nines LED when he got a noncommittal grunt. “Ehh. Later. Need some sleep. Go take a nap or something.”

The Android didn’t know why he did this, why something so important was on the bottom of Gavin’s list of things to do, but he couldn’t ignore that he had a problem. It rubbed him raw in a way he didn’t know and android could be raw, sandpaper on his systems until it all but scratched away lines of code until he could understand why it bothered him so much.

He was worried about Gavin. He couldn’t deny the man had a eating problem, and it left a worry that gave way to a freedom that couldn’t look away any longer.

Stopping over to Gavin he pulled the man up into a sitting position. “Gavin. You can’t go to bed without eating again. Just tell me something. You got a problem Gavin. Please, let me help.”

“The fuck you mean ‘problem’?! I don’t got a problem!” It had been a bit since the man had yelled at Nines, and Nines wished he didn’t feel the need to.

“You constantly go without eating, intentionally or not.” It was awkward pulling Gavin into a smothering hug from the way he was sitting, but Nines didn’t care. He needed to make sure he didn’t squirm away. “Please. I’m worried. It isn’t good for you.”

He expected Gavin to be more fighty, but was happy all he got was a hug back. “Shit, do I do it that much?” At Nines nod he could only sigh. “Alright, fine. You keep track of it and if I don’t then just... I don’t know drag me to it.”

Nines relaxed a little hearing that. “Ok, I will drag you kicking and screaming if I have to.”

[smileplease91]

Memoriam

“Shane!”

He jumped up in bed when he felt his wife suddenly firmly grip on his arm. Instantly, he felt a wetness against his leg, and he knew what had happened. Hurriedly, he reached and turned on a lamp, not caring that his eyes ached from the brightness. She was on her side, curled up as much as her extended stomach would let her, one of her hands clenching the bed sheets. Thunder rolled, rain poured outside... they had been calling for a storm to hit, but tonight... of all nights? Rushing around to her side of the bed, he knelt in front of her, taking her hand that was gripping the sheets into both of his. Her eyes were squeezed shut in pain, her lips pursed together as she whimpered.

“Jovie,” he called out to her, “Jovie... what do you need me to do?”

She shook her head. He knew. He needed to get Harvey. But he couldn't... he couldn't leave her behind like this. What other option did he have, though? He certainly didn't know how to help bring their child into the world. Storm or not, he'd risk anything.

“Jovie, I'll be right-”

“N-No,” she winced. “Don't leave me.”

Dammit. Shane had always known her as a strong woman, her stamina lasting way up into the night. She dealt with his depression and helped sober him up (he only drank on Fridays now, joining friends at the tavern) when everyone else had written him off as just the town drunk. But now... now, she was as vulnerable as he had ever seen her. His eyes cased the room, and he spotted the rain poncho on a chair that he wore when he was out with Charlie in the rain. Letting go of her hand, he ran over to the chair and grabbed hold of it. He ran back to her, took the blankets and sheets off, and helped sit her up.

“Shane,” she hissed, gritting her teeth through a contraction, “I said I didn't want you to leave me.”

“Relax,” he soothed. He put the poncho over her, thinking back to when his best friend's wife had Jas. It didn't happen nearly as quickly as it was with Jovie, and he hoped he could make it to Harvey's in time. “No way am I gonna leave you. I'm taking you with me.” He moved her legs over the side of the bed, his hand on her back. “Think you can make it to the door?”

Wordlessly, she stood up on shaky legs. He thought about the horse, but there was no chance he'd risk putting her on it during storm. If it got spooked by thunder...

She inched forward, glancing back at the wet sheets. “Sorry...”

“Huh?” he asked, pacing with her. “What for?”

“The bed...”

She stopped a moment, gripping onto the drawer as another contraction hit. He chuckled, giving her back a soft pat.

“Silly. Don't worry about that.”

Her hands unclenched the drawer, and they slowly made it to the door. Shane grabbed onto the doorknob and turned it- the wind blew it out of his hands, making it slam against the side of the house.

“Shit,” he gasped.

“Oh my goodness!” he heard his wife exclaim.

“Yeah, my bad. Didn't think the wind was that strong,” he grinned at her. He reached and pulled the hood of the poncho up over her head. “You ready?”

She gave him one of her trademark smiles, and at that moment, he recalled the first time seeing it. He was drunk as usual, leaving the tavern, when she came across him, returning from the mines with some copper ores for Clint. She had bruises and scrapes, not to mention she was filthy and tired. He bumped into her, not even bothering with an apology. Instead of her fussing, she gave him a smile and excused herself. And at that moment, he hated her. Kindness? To him? No. She had to be fake. So, he kept the bitterness and rudeness going towards her until she gradually started breaking down the walls... and then, the night came. The night he tried to kill himself, and she saved him. Everything changed then, and that smile that he had so often seen meant the whole world.

“I'll do my best,” she replied, giving him a thumbs-up.

“Right,” he nodded. He shut the door behind them, then picked her up in his arms.

“Sh-Shane!” she breathlessly called out. “What are you doing?”

“Just hang onto me, okay?” he spoke. “Put your arms around my neck and don't let go. No matter what.”

Jovie felt him begin walking, the wind hitting her from behind. He was walking against the wind, carrying her. Of course, Shane was stronger than he looked, but this was insane.

“Are you crazy?” she groaned, another contraction making her squeeze onto him. “You can't! I'm pregnant, you know!”

“Well, yeah,” he laughed, the rain drenching him. “But, c'mon. I worked at JojaMart, sweetheart. You're nothing compared to the things I had to lift.”

“But-”

“Just keep your head tucked down. Don't want your hood to blow off.”

He could hear Jovie's whimpers gradually become louder as the labor continued and the contractions increased. Jas' mother was in labor for hours, but Jovie's was happening so fast... He'd heard of this happening, though. Sometimes, they just “shot out”, as Marnie so eloquently liked to put it. He then remembered something they'd forgotten in all the hustle.

“Ah, shit.”

“What is it?”

“We forgot your shoes, Jovie. And I'm barefooted, too.”

In middle of a cry, she let out a giggle. Then a laugh. “Yoba help us. Harvey's gonna think we're crazy.”

He couldn't help but to laugh as well. How could they forget something like that? “Ah, oh well. I've done crazier things when I was an alcoholic.”

“R-Really?” she stammered. She cried out, her body quaking from the contraction. “Like what?”

Shane knew she wanted a distraction. He passed by bus, the wind and torrential rain pounding his body, making every step all the harder to take. The poncho was making the hold on her slippery, so he tightened his grip.

“Y'know the reason why I always stay in that particular spot at the tavern?”

“I just thought you liked it there.”

“Naw,” he replied. “About a year before you got here, me, Sebastian, and Sam were playing pool. I was drunk enough that they convinced me the losers had to strip. Of course, I lost first, so here I go through the tavern, naked as can be.”

A sharp cry followed by laughter came from Jovie. “Poor Gus.”

“Poor Gus? Poor everybody!” He slipped in mud, making Jovie gasp from surprise. His grip remained as strong, his knee hitting the mud and rocks, scuffing it. Without a second to waste, he rose back up and continued moving. “Pam was too drunk to remember, but this was on a Friday night, his busiest night. Everyone was there.”

Her breathing was becoming heavier and more frequent, and he could tell she was in immense pain. But, when she laughed, it warmed his heart. Thunder rolled, drowning out a shout from her, but not enough to where he couldn't hear it. It killed him to see her like this.

“And this was before I lost all that weight, so yeah.”

“You have lost quite a bit.”

“Still got a bit of a gut, though.”

“Not really. Just flab from excess skin.”

He smirked. “Charmer.” He looked up ahead and could see the clinic and Harvey's home. “We're nearly there, Jovie. Just hang in there, you're doing great.” Her hands tightened even more around his neck, her head drawing closer to his throat. He coughed slightly, already getting out of breath from walking against the wind and rain while carrying his pregnant wife. “Jo-Jov-Jovie, you-”

“Oh! Sorry!” she gasped, relaxing her hold as they reached Harvey's clinic. Shane slowly lowered her to the ground, setting her back against the building as he started pounding on the door. He hoped Harvey would hear it through the storm. After some time, he started yelling.

“Harvey! Harvey, c'mon! Open the door!” He pounded his fists even harder, his knuckles already bloodied from hitting so hard. Jovie was now nearly screaming, her hand clenching Shane's pajama leg as tightly as she could. “Harvey! Doc, wake up!” He could hear himself growing hoarse. “HARVEY!”

The door swung open, a startled, disheveled, groggy Harvey appearing before him, glasses askew on his face. “What in Yoba's name?!”

Shane reached down and took Jovie into his arms, passing by Harvey. “She's in labor, doc.”

“Gracious...” he breathed, watching Shane lay her on one of his hospital beds and taking off the poncho. “I'm so sorry I didn't-”

“Worry about that later,” Shane interrupted. “Help her! Please!”

Harvey was now fully awake, rushing to Jovie's aid. Of course, he could see Shane, soaked through, injured knee, and bruised, bloodied knuckles; he would tend to those later. He prepared everything needed for birthing. In a way, he wished Maru was there to help, but he would handle it on his own. He wouldn't risk her health.

Once he was able to examine Jovie, it was clear it would only be moments until the baby's arrival. His time as a doctor, he had seen fast deliveries, and he would certainly have to chalk this one up to one of the quickest. Shane stood by her side, holding onto her hand with one hand, the other petting the top of her head with his thumb, encouraging her. Harvey glanced at the clock: 6:17 am. He wondered how long it had taken them to get there. The thunder was becoming distant, the rain now a drizzle, and the wind a soft breeze. The storm was finally passing.

After nearly ten minutes of pushing, coaching, screaming and sobbing, the cry of a newborn baby filled the room. For a moment, Shane just stood there, his hand and her hand linked, as he stared at Harvey, who was cleaning the baby with a towel, making it cough so it could breathe better. Jovie watched, too, as the umbilical cord was cut, Harvey making sure the baby was in good health. He smiled at them, their tired faces expressing every feeling.

“Congratulations,” he softly spoke. “It's a healthy baby girl.”

Laughter, mixed with tears, erupted from Jovie as she laid her head back on the bed. Shane looked down at her, with his free hand brushing her sweaty bangs away from her eyes. Harvey placed the baby in Jovie's arms, and the moment Shane saw her, his vision became blurry. Tears rolled down his cheeks, the sight of his wife and daughter surreal. She was beautiful. He leaned down, taking one of his daughter's tiny hands into a couple of his fingers, pressing his lips against it. He noticed Jovie was looking at him, so he directed his attention to her to see her smiling; tired, sweaty... she was still as gorgeous as ever. She had a glow about her now. That was when he realized he was smiling, too.

Harvey decided to give them time together before attending to Shane's injuries, so he took off his gloves and began to clean up. By now, the sun had risen, and gleam streaming through the windows. Now that the storm had passed and Jovie given birth, it was peaceful. Shane still paid no mind that he was barefooted and drenched, as well as injured. His mind was filled with love and adoration to the two before him.

Before Jovie, he was a drunken slob. No ambition. Full of self-loathing and regrets. Memories of his best friend and his wife who had died, leaving Jas in his hands... and he had no clue how to take care of kids. She was so young. His parents wanted nothing to do with him. Never had. Marnie had been the one to raise him. She graciously took in Jas as well, teaching Shane how to take care of her. But somewhere along the way, he completely stopped caring. All he wanted was to die. Didn't care who he hurt along the way. It all didn't matter anyway. Not to him.

Then Jovie...

He still had his bad days. And she understood. She accepted Jas as a daughter, treating her just like any other mother would. The days he didn't get out of bed, she didn't berate him or fuss. She went about her day, knowing to leave him alone. The good days... oh, the good days. He could never thank her enough, especially for now.

“Shane?”

He blinked, realizing he had spaced out briefly. Jovie's green eyes were on him, expressing concern. He shook his head.

“I'm fine. Just thinking about the past.”

“I see,” she whispered. She looked down at their daughter. “Seems kinda crazy, doesn't it? How far we've come. How far you've come.”

Shane softly rubbed the little one's hand. “...Yeah. Yeah, it does.” He put his hand on top of Jovie's head, her red hair still damp with sweat. “You did good.”

She shook her head this time. “You were amazing. Carrying me all that way in that storm.” She smiled. “We thank you.” She then looked back down to their daughter, silent for a moment. “Shane?”

“Yeah?”

“...Your best friend and his wife...” she quietly spoke, “what were their names?”

“Huh?”

“Their names,” she repeated. “Can you tell me?”

Shane was confused, but didn't hesitate. “Oliver and Henrietta.”

“Oliver...” she hummed. “Welcome to the world, little Olivia.”

At this, Shane's heart skipped a beat. Jovie held Olivia closely, humming softly, her eyes closed... until she heard a sniffle. Her eyes opened, and she could see Shane's back facing her, his shoulders heaving up and down. Her hand reached out on its own, touching his back. He turned around, sobbing openly as he hugged the both of them. She put Olivia in his arms, and he kissed her forehead. He missed them... but thanks to Jovie, their memories would live on. He didn't care that he was sobbing. He didn't care that Harvey could see, or if Harvey told everyone.

“Yeah,” he smiled, kissing her forehead again. “Welcome, Olivia. I'm your daddy. And the lady who named you is your mama.”

“Mm-hm,” Jovie nodded, holding onto Shane's forearm, still touching Olivia. “And we love you very much.”

It started in a storm...

And ended in sunshine.