#sumo’s such a darling baby

[springypaws]

This is a completely self-indulgent piece cause I forgot that being sick made depression feel like 5x worse and decided to project my sick-and-sad behind onto Hank’s sick-and-sad behind

Fortunately, he has an android son and massive dog to help 👍

(If you can’t notice, I had no clue what Connor would do here, considering dealing with a domestic life/sick people is uh…. Not exactly in his resume, but he likes dogs, so—)

[imagine-silk]

Yandere husband!Hank + son!Connor x willing!reader

test idea of a darling for her husband and son who is okay with their tendencies but sets ground rules to keep everyone safe

"Hank, can you stop making out with me in front of Gavin, it's making him uncomfortable... Okay, it's making me uncomfortable."

"Connor, baby, hide your photos. Don't give me that look, I'm not saying get rid of them. Just keep them somewhere else. Label a box or something."

"If I find rope again I'm gonna smack the both of you... Of course, I know it's for me. There is nothing in this house that needs rope. I keep having to throw them out. Stop, it's a waste of money."

"Honey, just ask for my phone password instead of sneaking my phone. I thought we were passed this."

"Stop telling Sumo to attack people. Your police status won't save him from being put down."

"Baby, if you want to come to the store with me just ask. Follow me again and we're not having movie night."

"Baby... Connor, I know what's in this drink. You're not in trouble, just tell me if it's going to give me a headache. And if I wake up locked in a room, you're grounded."

"I just wanted a nice date out at the bar, why did you have to make us leave early? That fight was unnecessary, completely unnecessary. I just want a date night... I know you didn't mean to, honey. Remember to look at me so I can tell you it's fine."

"Baby? Baby! Are you alright? Did anyone see you? Did you leave any evidence?... Okay. Jump in the shower. I'll wash your clothes and tell your father what happened."

"I'm going to my family reunion and you two are staying here. They hate the both of you and I don't want to argue with them again or make you uncomfortable. I'll keep a tracker on me and I'll call every night. No audio devices, I don't want you to hear them bitch and moan about petty grievances."

"What did I do to make you still want to lock me up? Am I not a good wife? Am I not a good enough mother? I'm staying because I love the both of you. God, how can you say I would just leave you like that?"

[kakusu-shipping]

Agere List

To me Carer/Regressor dynamics are different than your typical Romantic/Platonic/Familial type of realationships, so I've decided to make a separate list for F/Os who are my Caregivers, or who I Caregive for.

This is very different from a headcanon list of characters who I think are Caregivers/Regressors, this is characters I personally have this relationship with. I am also only a Caregiver in a Fictional space, and cannot CG a real regressor in the real world.

Thankyou for your attention, list below the cut.

Caregivers

Alder - Pokemon BW - Grandpa

Darmanitan - Pokemon BW - Babysitter

Whimsicott - Pokemon BW - Babysitter

Maractus - Pokemon BW - Big Sister

Molayne - Pokemon SuMo - Big Brother

Hassel - Pokemon SV - Daddy

Salvatore - Pokemon SV - Trainer

Stoutland - Pokemon BW2 - Companion

Chesnaught - Pokemon XY - Knight

Bloodmoon Ursaluna - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Mommy/Yandere

Beware - Pokemon Anime - Mommy

Doctor Mario - Super Mario Series - Doctor/Yandere

Craig Cuttlefish + Octavio - Splatoon - Grandpas

Callie + Marie - Splatoon - Big Sisters

Agent 7 (Eight) - Splatoon OC - Babysitter

C.Q. Cumber - Splatoon 2 - Boss/Yandere

Mr. Grizz - Splatoon 3 - Boss/Papa

Papyrus - Undertale - Babysitter

Chara - Undertale - Chaotic/Babysitter

Swatchlings - Deltarune - Butlers

Gaster - Deltarune - Father/Eldritch

Enderman - Minecraft - Companion

Winston - Overwatch - Teacher

Moira O'Deorain - Overwatch - Doctor/Babysitter

Siebren de Kuiper (Sigma) - Overwatch - Grandpa

Sombra - Overwatch - Big Sister

Maugaloa Malosi - Overwatch - Chaotic/Big Brother

Teruteru Hanamura - Danganronpa 2 - Babysitter

Genocide Syo/Jack/Jill - Danganronpa UDG - Chaotic/Yandere

Shirokuma - Danganronpa UDG - Daddy/Yandere

Toy Freddy - Five Nights at Freddy's - Big Brother

Nightmare Fredbear - Five nights at Freddy's - Guardian

Huggy Wuggy - Poppy Playtime - Babysitter

Mommy Long Legs - Poppy Playtime - Mommy

Wally Darling - Welcome Home - Yandere/Neighbor

The Doctor - Little Nightmares - Doctor

Morgo - Little Misfortune - Eldritch/Yandere

Anna (The Huntress) - Dead by Daylight - Mommy/Yandere

The Dealer - Buckshot Roulette - Babysitter (One Time)

Chzo - Chzo Mythos - Eldritch/Father

Kyle + Brett - Drive Time Radio - Chaotic/Eldritch

The Narrator - Stanley Parable - Eldritch/Guardian

Micheal Bleak - Wayward Children - Guardian (former)

Jill Wolcott - Wayward Children - Guardian

Aziraphale - Good Omens - Guardian/Knight

Crowley - Good Omens - Chaotic/Guardian

Edgar + Alan + Poe - Ruby Gloom - Babysitters

Scardy Bat - Ruby Gloom - Big Brother

Beetlejuice - Beetlejuice the Animated Series - Chaotic/Papa

Mashirao Ojiro - My Hero Academia - Babysitter

Mei Hatsume - My Hero Academia - Chaotic/Big Sister

Pantherlily - Fairy Tail - Knight/Papa

Shiro Ashiya (Aciel) - The Devil is a Part-Timer - Stern/Papa

Watanuki + Domeki - xxxHolic - Daddies

Chieko - Princess Jellyfish - Mother

Mayaya - Princess Jellyfish - Chaotic/Big Sister

Pompompurin - Sanrio - Companion

Muta - The Cat Returns - Companion

Baron Humbert Gon Gikkingen - The Cat Returns - Royal/Babysitter

The Beldam - Coraline - Yandere/Mother

Anger - Inside Out - Protective/Dada

Sadness - Inside Out - Mama

The Storyteller - OC - Eldritch/Guardian

Regressors

Cyrus - Pokemon Platinum - Permaregressed

Arven - Pokemon SV - Kid

Giacomo - Pokemon SV - Involuntary/Toddler

Saguaro - Pokemon SV - Dreamer/Baby

Hydreigon - Pokemon BW2 - Trauma/New Born/Baby

Smeargle - Monster Mind - Dreamer/Puppy

Princess Peach - Super Mario Series - Baby/Princess

Genji Shimada - Overwatch - Dreamer/Kid

Mako Rutledge (Roadhog) - Overwatch - Trauma/Baby

Toko Fukawa - Danganronpa 1 - Involuntary/Baby

Celestia Ludenburg - Danganronpa 1 - Dreamer/Gothic/Kid

Kyle Klim (K) - Virtue's Last Reward - Kid

Kazuaki Nanaki - Hatoful Boyfriend - Dreamer/Baby

Hitori Uzune - Hatoful Boyfriend - Trauma/Involuntary/Toddler

The Little King - Hatoful Boyfriend - Baby/Toddler/Prince

P03 - Inscryption - Involuntary/Bratty/Baby

Lapis Lazuli - Steven Universe - Trauma/Ageless

Nezu - My Hero Academia - Trauma/Involuntary

Tomura Shigiraki - My Hero Academia - Newborn/Baby

Dabi - My Hero Academia - Involuntary/Bratty/Kid

Himiko Toga - My Hero Academia - Dreamer/Toddler

Jin Bubaigawa (Twice) - My Hero Academia - Trauma/Toddler/Kid

Erza Scarlet - Fairy Tail - Involuntary/Big Sister

Juvia Lockser - Fairy Tail - Permaregressed/Toddler/Kid

Gajeel Redfox - Fairy Tail - Involuntary/Big Brother

Toma E. Fiore - Fairy Tail - Involuntary/Prince

Tamaki Souh - Ouran Highschool Host Club - Involuntary/Prince

Takashi Morinozuka - Ouran Highschool Host Club - Baby

Makoto Katai - Komi Can't Communicate - Baby

Embarrassment - Inside Out - Baby/Toddler

Micheal Myers - Halloween - Permaregressed/Evil/Kid

Jason Voorhees - Friday the 13th - Trauma/Baby

Brahms Heelshire - The Boy - Permaregressed/Toddler/Kid

Beetlejuice - Beetlejuice the Musical - Spooky/Horror/Baby

Playmates

N - Pokemon BW - Permaregressed/Baby/Toddler

Jacq - Pokemon SV - Dreamer/Big Brother

Miriam - Pokemon SV - Dreamer/Nurse

Kieran - Pokemon SV - Evil/Pokemon

Gooigi - Super Mario Series - Big Sister

Kirby - Kirby series - Toddler/Big Brother

Flowey - Undertale - Trauma/Big Brother

Vulkin - Undertale - Pet

Ralsei - Deltarune - Prince/Big Brother

Viktor Humphries - Slime Rancher - Kid

Pheonix Wright - Ace Attorney - Involuntary/Teen

Monokuma - Danganronpa - Dreamer/Object

Kazuichi Soda - Danganronpa 2 - Involuntary/Toddler

Moon - FNaF Help Wanted 2 - Baby/Toddler (former)

Kissy Missy - Poppy Playtime - Trauma/Kid

Boxy Boo - Poppy Playtime - Permaregressed/Object

CatNap - Poppy Playtime - Trauma/Cat

Grendan Highforge - Drawtectives - Dreamer/Old Dog

Rosé - Drawtectives - Pre-Teen

York - Drawtectives - Dreamer/Little Brother

Muriel - Good Omens - New Born/Ageless

Frank + Len - Ruby Gloom - Teen/Toddler

Katsuki Bakugo - My Hero Academia - Toddler/Little Brother

Banba - Princess Jellyfish - Hyperfixation/Kid

Joy - Inside Out - Bratty/Big Sister/Kid

Fear - Inside Out - Protective/Big Brother

[radio-ronpa]

Junko:

Shining - Förtvivlan, min arvedel

Marilyn Manson - I Want To Kill You Like They Do In The Movies

Kesha - Joyride

Courtney Love - Miss Narcissist

(cover) Ronnie James Dio - Welcome To My Nightmare

Mindless Self Indulgence - Mastermind

Skinny Puppy - Killing Game

The Pierces - Boring

Jack Off Jill - Underjoyed

Genitorturers - Lecher Bitch

poutyface - BORED!

Lordi - My Heaven Is Your Hell

Marina and the Diamonds - Bubblegum Bitch

Britney Spears - Circus

Lesbian Bed Death - I Use My Powers For Evil

Ayesha Erotica - Literal Legend

Slash + Fergie - Beautiful Dangerous

The Psychedelic Furs - Pretty In Pink

Mukuro:

Tally Hall - Cannibal

Metric - Combat Baby

Julien-K - Waking Up

Otep - Apex Predator

Marilyn Manson - Unkillable Monster

Disturbed - Indestructible

Skeeter Davis - The End of The World

Cynthia Harrell - Snake Eater (yes, the MGS3 theme)

Heaven Shall Burn - Bring The War Home

The Pretty Reckless - Make Me Wanna Die

The Evolutionaries - Slave

instant crush - will i always feel this way?

Penelope Scott - Cigarette Ahegao

Seether - Fake It

The White Stripes - Seven Nation Army

Good Boy Daisy - Hate You When You Party

Opeth - Sorceress

Dragonette - Stupid Grin

Billie Holiday - Crazy He Calls Me

Sabaton - The Art of War

Junko + Mukuro:

Type O Negative - Love You To Death

Young M.A. - My Hitta

Marilyn Manson - KILL4ME

Rammstein - Ich tu dir weh

Darling Violetta - A Smaller God

Woods of Ypres - Silver

Amanda Palmer - Runs In The Family

Nine Inch Nails - We're In This Together

The Cure - Pictures Of You

Scissor Sisters - I Can't Decide

Mother Mother - Arms Tonite

(cover) Garbage + Screaming Females - Because The Night

Sumo Cyco - The Broadcasters (Murdering By Radio)

poutyface - Trauma Bond

I could make this so much longer but I gotta not just go insane copying down my entire playlist.

This is rad, thanks for the submission!

[marshmallowdarling]

Nothing but ✨Platonic Yan! Hank and Connor✨ in my empty brain.

Wow something new and not from my Wattpad? :O I love these two so much so if you want more or you have any request for them or anyone please please ask!!!! GN reader.

Hope you enjoy bubs! ~Mwah

Platonic Yan! Hank and Connor would unintentionally baby their darling. No matter how you meet, somehow tied to their work, a fellow lieutenant or a new kid who is under Hanks old cranky gaze. Or maybe you meet at a café they went at regularly, a kid who always seemed to get into trouble, a skittish little thing who trusts people to easily.

In any and every scenario they would think you are too small for the unforgiving outside world.

Connor thinking that humans are so fragile with easily smashed mental health’s, Hank thinking back to his son and the horrid things he’s seen in his job. You just have such a pure kind heart, maybe you have a tarte sarcastic tongue, and you pull walls up even though you give your all to help people or maybe you’re just a shy naïve thing, maybe you’re just a cheery bubbly person. Every personality you could have, that’s just another reason added to their list onto why they should protect you.

Let’s talk about the old cranky Hank Andersen for a second (because I love him and I’m forcing you to down with me). When he first meet you, he was- nice as Hank could get for a stranger, gave a nod in your presence when you introduced yourself, wasn’t outright mean but more reserved, mumbles of thank you’s and please.

Then you guys talked more, you meet Connor and hit it off with him as well. Hank felt a strange feeling when he looked at you, like the feeling he had when he saw his son for the first time. He wants to protect you, keep you safe and it’s shown with his actions more than his words as he starts to throw little snacks your way, makes you a cup of coffee or tea when he makes one for himself, he’s always there to lend an ear and give some advice. Hell, he even helped you with getting your oil in your car changed, not only that but he helped change a stray light bulb in your house. He comes in to hang out only to find that your table is a bit wobbly, oop- when you turn around, he either fixes it with whatever he can find or buys you a new one. Very much dad energy- and if you let out a stray “thanks dad” or jokingly call him “dad” or “old man” he swears his heart stops for a second. He might grumble about not being that old, but he never stops you.

Now onto Connor. Connor to put it plainly is already enamoured in humans, how no one person is the same but some people like to have the hive thinking. Then he runs into you and just like Hank he sees how damageable you are. Not in a Sadistic sense but more in a logical sense, your too nice, too forgiving even with your walls so high with an attitude, your there to lend an ear, a hand, whatever you can give. All the ways you could get hurt, physically, and mentally goes through his head, the percentages he sees going haywire, and god forbid if your naturally clumsy like me. He won’t even let you walk, going down the stairs is a no go without him even if it’s just 4 steps and you will be in for an ear full.

Father and older brother (?) duo for sureeeee, Connor coming to find you and Hank napping and leaning on each other while you were staying up for a case (with Sumo napping at your feet). You dragging Connor onto the floor so you can do tiny little pig tails on his hair, then you and Connor pinning Hank down so you both an braid his hair (You get a bit pouty that Connor does an intricate braid on his side whilst your braid is plain with a few hairs sticking out but they are quick to shush you, Connor saying he cheated and downloaded a software and Hank grumbling that he likes yours better as it fits his “style” better, which looking back doesn’t really seem like a compliment. Have you seen how he dresses?)

On that note, you are definitely going on a shopping spree for Hank, putting him in various outfits and forcing him to buy them. Your surprised along with everyone in the office when he actually wears them, and if you buy a button up for his birthday/Christmas/Father’s Day? He’s wearing it almost every day and making sure he doesn’t leave any stains (and if he does then he just gets Connor to help him out.)

Connor is not left out from this either, Hank had given him some of his clothes to finally get out of his uniform but- Yea no that wasn’t working. Connor is a bit more easier to shop for, he’s less fussy and huffy and he gives good tips onto what to look out for, the styles, what’s hot or in style, size charts etc.

Now onto the less fluffy stuff, their yandere sides are no joke. Connor is a skilled and tactical AI and Hank is an experienced lieutenant, anyone who messes with you is royally fucked. Now they let you roam around (mostly with them but they let you out by yourself too), you get to have friends and family members, significant others on the other hand are a strict no.

They’re sweet to you, a second family or a first family depending on your situation. Gets involved with your friends and if their nice then they let the boat sail but if their iffy Connor and Hank distance you from them before you get hurt, if you do get hurt before they can then they are out for blood. Depending on what happens it ranges from them blocking your ex-friend off completely to maybe ruining their job to straight out killing, again depends how bad. Same with family, if you’re in good relations with your family they will introduce themselves and help around a bit, if your family is bad, they distance you from them and if you don’t have a “family” (aka you cut them off) then less work.

I feel like the only reason they would kidnap you is if you were attacked in a life-threatening position, a near death experience or if you tried to move away from them (though this is a very very LAST resort for this). If kidnapping did happen then they wouldn’t really…. Kidnap… you… I mean it’s more of you came to their house on your free will to hang or stay over and then you’re not allowed to leave.

In this case they would lock the doors, windows for a bit. Urge you to stay inside and only go out with them. You eventually just live with them.

Another darker way if you try to leave constantly and they crack, they would somehow put a locking system that links up to Connor, so they know if you try to tamper with them and if you open one even though that is almost impossible. If you somehow do escape, they would be extremely apologetic and understanding when they find you (quickly) but they can’t let you go, please they are trying to give you everything they just need you to be safe. Let them keep you safe.

Your never out for more than a few minutes, your record is just under 15 minutes. Connor can tap into everything and Hank has his connections.

If you continue to try to escape and fight back tooth and nail then Hank would be the first to snap, he would never hurt you, never yell away from being playful but he keeps watching you get hurt while you try to escape and all this yelling and swearing at him hits him so deep. So, he gets a glass of whiskey with the whole damn bottle and sits in the same with you and locks the door so you can’t leave. He might cry, might tell you that they are only trying to help you, he just might silently down cup after cup after cup after cu-

It’s your choice if you go up to him and wordlessly take the glass and bottle away from him, if you choose to hug him or if you choose to watch him drown his sorrows away again. He’s no longer the grumpy but joking smart mouthed man for a while after, depending on what you choose.

After Hank snaps its then Connors turn if you continue, he also turns less of himself, more robotic, colder. Never hurting you but now he just states the facts while doing something when you try to protest, not playing into your games anymore.

Over all they are a nice protective pair of yanderes, very domestic to you and will only hurt others if a push turns to a shove (though they will deff intimidate some people). I have so many ideas for them, I love them so much + Sumo!!

[sluttbuttsstuff]

SILVER CHARIOT “SUGAR DADDY” APPLICATION FORM: Jotaro

NAME: Jotaro Kujo

AGE: 45

OCCUPATION: Marine Biologist

ANNUAL INCOME AVERAGE: 130,000$ annually, as well as additional commissions for lecture work and teaching, plus royalties on his many texts

BACKGROUND HISTORY: A member  of the Joestar family, Jotaro lived in relative wealth in Japan for his earlier years, before going to university and getting his degree in Marine Biology.  Jotaro has published several texts and research studies on various marine life, in particular about the effects of tourism and human life on the ocean biome and animals.  He’s also written multiple books about the specific marine life in the US and Japan respectively.   He has one daughter, Jolyne Kujo, who came from his previous marriage before his divorce.  Despite being fairly stoic and serious, Jotaro cares deeply for his family, despite having difficulty voicing his feelings.

EXPECTATIONS:  Jotaro would prefer any darling he’s with to see only him, and he won’t see anyone out of their relationship.  Jotaro divorced a few years ago, and isn’t sure if he’s ready to commit to another serious relationship yet, and would prefer to at least start things casually with darling.  If romantic feelings develop later, then fine, but darlings expecting a romantic relationship may want to reconsider.  Jotaro would prefer to have sexual relations with darling, but is willing to wait until darling and him at least know each other better.  Jotaro may want to take darling as a plus one for work- related events, or private dates, but would prefer to keep darling away from family.  He is uncomfortable with the idea of explaining his relationship to his daughter, or anyone else.  He would prefer darling to live at their own place, and is willing to cover their rent.  Also, because Jotaro has poor communication skills, he would prefer a darling who will be clear and explicit at what they are ok and not ok with.  Otherwise, Jotaro may not be aware he is hurting you or making you uncomfortable.  Also, Jotaro is often considered cold, and even cruel, but when you develop a deeper relationship and get to know him better, you’re able to understand his mood better.

LIKES: The sea/ocean, sumo, shaved ice, smoking, his daughter, drinking with his friends, fishing, sailing, reading, Clint Eastwood movies, handwritten letters

DISLIKES: overly sweet foods, loud people/yelling, littering on the beach, time zones/ time changes 

IDEAL TYPE: Quiet, easy to talk to yet still able to have comfortable silences with, someone who balances him out and calms him down, someone who doesn’t mind being alone, but still likes spending time with him.  Someone gentle, someone he can protect.

IDEAL FIRST DATE:  most people wouldn’t like it, but he goes to his local Florida beach to clean up recycling once a week.  If he found someone willing to do that with him, no complaints, he’d be incredibly impressed.  But, since even he knows that's not exactly fun, he’d probably like to take them to dinner and a movie.  He likes the aquarium too, but he’s trying to keep other people’s feelings in mind-not everyone is obsessed with fish like him.

PAYMENT: Jotaro will most likely pay you per “date”, as well as covering any bills or rent etc.  At the beginning of the relationship, he might buy presents more often than give you straight up cash, because he thinks good sugar daddies are supposed to buy the baby anything and everything they could want.  The further down the line, he’ll give you less gifts, but more suited to your tastes, not to mention surprisingly sentimental.

ADDITIONAL REQUIREMENTS/INFO:  Darlings who apply should be good at reading body language and understanding people, as Jotaro can be difficult to understand.  Also, it's important darling not be too sensitive, or they might be hurt by Jotaro.

[yamithediaperdork]

My Cousin is CRAZY! (Ben10 alien force)

My cousin is crazy

It was Saturday morning in Bellwood and 15 year old Ben Tennyson was slowly waking up to the smell of bacon and eggs. It was strange because his parents were on a vegan kick at the moment but he decided to roll with it and opened his eyes as he went to sit up. And then groaned out loud as he took in stock of his attire and what he was sleeping in. Not for the first time since Gwen had started working out hardcore last year the girlish Ben had found his cousin perv'ing on him and deciding he should be her sissy baby wife. Despite making his lack of interest in such plans clear MORE then once, It hadn't of stopped Gwen from snagging him up at random times and dressing him up. Case and point, he was currently in what he estimated as 5 princess reaz's diapers (he'd sadly become familiar with the different brands because of Gwen) and a dark pink top with lighter pink puffed out shoulders and a semi skirt that didn't even cover half of the diapers. The top also had a red heart on the front with white writing in cursive declaring 'i wove my mommy' going along with the top and diapers his hands were in locking mittens meaning any attempt to use the omnitrix was doomed to fail and his feet covered in booties with slick bottoms so Ben would end up having to crawl unless he wanted to fall on his ass every 12 steps. 'At least she didn't put the paci in my mouth this time.' Ben thought with a sulky though a pat on his head told him she had put the silly over sized bow in his hair again, the damn thing pink with white poka dots. As for what he was in, again this wasn't a shock to him as it wasn't the first time but he was still less then pleased to have gone to sleep in his own bed in a pair of boxers and wake up in the hot pink crib Gwen had built just for him during her wood shop class. And of course since she wasn't shy of telling people who it was for Ben had been forced to endure even more teasing at school though ironically just verbal, no bullies had darned to lay a finger on him and have to deal with Gwen's almost super human power and bulk. The last bully who had tried had been found hanging from a flag pole by a pair of Barbie pants. Struggling to get to his feet on the purple sheet covered queen sized mattress and ignoring the fuzzy white and pink blanket and pillows in the crib with him (not to mention a dolly or too) Ben took in a deep breath and then hollered at the opened door frame of Gwen's room. "GWEN YOU SICK BITCH! YOU'VE BEEN TOLD TO STOP KIDNAPPING ME AND DRESSING ME IN DRAG AND HUGGIES! COME IN HERE AND LET ME OUT OF THIS OUTFIT BEFORE I GET YOU IN SHIT WITH YOURS AND MINE PARENTS AND GRANDPA MAX TOO!" It was the only threat that normally worked as while they're parents thought it was mostly cute, they all agreed that Gwen kidnapping Ben crossed a line. other then that though it was fair game if he was out of the house. Grandpa Max was nicer about it in Ben's view as he made the rust bucket a official safe zone that even Gwen respected and so Ben found himself hanging out less with Gwen and Kevin and more with Gramps. Kevin for his part was all too happy to stay out of it, treating the whole thing as a bullet dodged when him and Gwen had never hit it off and a better Ben then him. Ben didn't have to wait long as he swore he could almost feel the food steps of Gwen as she made her way towards the room.

Between the insane amount of weights she worked and the reps she put into and a unexpected growth spurt Gwen looked like she could of been a WWE at her 6'10 height and 320 pounds of mostly muscle. She kept her Orange hair short and was wearing a pair of grey jogging pants and white under shirt that showed off her girl abs. "Awww is my darling widdle wife to be awake?" She coo'ed, cupping her hands together and flashing Ben a big smile. "Gwen, for the LAST time, I'm not going to marry you. I'm not going to be your sissy baby, now PLEASE let me go. I'm not joking, I'll call Grandpa Max over and get you in SO much trouble." Ben huffed, trying to look intimidating but his outfit made that all but impossible. "Awww such a silly widdle gurl! Did widdle Benny forget that this is our parents couples retreat weekend? And gramp's is off on Plumber work! That means I got widdle Benny to myself allll weekend." Gwen gushed and came over, lifting him out of the crib with ease and holding him up so she could give his padded rump a sniff. "Ah crap baskets..That was THIS weekend?" Ben whined, not even bothering to point out he would of said something if he had used the diapers. He'd tried to make plans to hang out with cooper for that weekend but had clearly gotten his dates wrong and was capital S screwed for the next 48 hours. "Hmm Doesn't smell like Benny has made me a present yet..but I know you will soon enough. you just love to make presents for your hubby don't you?" Gwen coo'ed and moved him down enough she could give him a Eskimo kiss. "Oh yeah. highlight of my weekend, fudging a diaper." Ben said sarcastically. "Now now, I know you're just grumpy because you didn't get to play with me last night, but I had to take care of a few things. But we have allll weekend sweetie. And if you promise to be a good little gurl for me I'll be nice and spoil you with all the junk food you want. After all you need to put on some baby fat." Gwen chuckled and kissed his cheek. Ben groaned, Gwen was always trying to chub him up, but given the fact he'd been subjected to the 'wonder's' of a baby food and formula weekend before, and the fact he was trapped regardless he just hung his head. "Fine, I'll play along. but for the record, you need help." Ben huffed. "Oh please, I can handle my widdle wife for a weekend!" Gwen chuckled and carried Ben off towards the kitchen.

Strapped into a wooden but painted light pink high chair, Ben played along with his crazy cousin and held up his arms so she could remove his top and replace it with a hello kitty bib. "Now Benny, if I remove your mitten's and let you feed yourself, you're not gonna do something stupid and try and use your silly little watch now are you?" Gwen asked. Considering between her bulk and her magic Gwen out classed most of Ben's aliens anyways and she always made sure he was sorry for trying to go alien on her after he timed out, Ben decided that having the freedom to feed himself was worth playing along. "Yeah I'll be good.." Ben said and held up his hands. She studied his face for a second, as if deciding whether or not to trust him then smiled. "I believe you. I really hope we can have a nice weekend together and I don't end up having to spank you. it hurts me then it does you when I have to." Gwen said then moved to free up Ben's hands. 'Bullshit on that one!' Ben thought but wisely kept his thoughts to himself and just flexed his fingers, and looked at the watch. "I'm not going alien, I'm just checking to make sure no alien got primed to go while the mitten on so I don't accidentally go alien and get my cheeks tanned." He said, and then after getting a smirk and a nod from Gwen checked the watch. Thankfully nothing was primed and he made sure to show the psycho and then wiggled in the high chair as he waited on her to plate up some num nums for him. Everything else aside, Gwen really was a excellent cook and she didn't hold back as she put the piled high plate of scrambled eggs and Bacon and some pancakes down in front of Ben and handed him a baby fork and knife. She had also poured on the maple syrup and set down a one liter baby bottle full of chocolate milk for him and kissed his cheek. "Eat up little lady.Oh, did you want me to put a show or something on for you while you eat up? I think Sumo slammers is having a marathon on channel 6 today." Gwen asked, nodding to the Kitchen TV her mom had had put in back during the 90's. "..That would be agreeable yes." Ben said, trying not to break out into a silly grin before he started to dig into the food, watching as Gwen was proven right. 'you know.. the huggies and drag aside, I could get used to being spoiled like this.' Ben thought.

Gwen smirked as she watched Ben chow down and kick his legs ideally in the high chair. while she would of preferred he watch something a little less violent she had changed up her usual plan for weekend sessions with her soon to be sissy bride. Trying to enforce the baby food and sissy programs only made him fight it more so she was gonna meet him halfway and try to ease him more into baby gurlhood. One added bonus though she noticed with a big grin while she had her normal bowl of high protein gruel was that Ben was even more of a messy eater then normal as he watched his show, getting syrup all over his face and bib and eggs and bits of bacon were all over the place. 'He's such a big baby! I love it!' She mentally squealed. It only got better as halfway though his plate, he reached for his his ba-ba and held it with BOTH hands like a good baby gurl and she was fighting the urge to squeal out loud. Anytime she tended to praise him for his babyish behavior he always tried to cut it out. Finishing her gruel she washed it down with a protein drink and noted that Ben was squirming around lots in his high chair, with most of his food gone and the little sissy had packed away HALF of his milk already. "Doing alright over there baby gurl?" She asked. Ben seemed to snap out of his show induced trance and blushed. "I uh..I gonna potty..and I think I got a gas bubble stuck." He said, poking two fingers together. '..Is he asking me to burp him?' Gwen wondered but was ALL grin's "Well that's no good! here, let me help you out. whats a little gas between husband and wife?" She said. Coming over she grabbed a dish towel and a wet dish rag, putting the towel over one shoulder and then moved Ben's num num's and ba-ba over onto the kitchen table and removed his bib. washing the big baby's face and chest down she removed the tray and lifted him up, swooning as his legs wrapped around her and he helped her get his head over the towel. Rubbing his back she gave it all of three firm but gentle pats before Ben let out a massive belch over her shoulder and spit up a little bit of milk. "Uh...T-Thanks Gwen." A sheepish Ben half coo'ed and then switched shoulders and nuzzled into her. "Do you want me to set you down so you can go and hide while you make potty?" She offered, clearly trying to meet him half way was working wonders. "I..I Uh..no." Ben Mewed into her shoulder, which of course muffled his voice but she got the jest of it. "You wanna use your diapers while your bride to be holds you tight and praises you for being a good girl?" Gwen asked, grinning ear to ear and holding Ben close and rubbing his lower back. "I..I dunno..Maybe..I mean..If I can't use the potty..I guess it's.." Ben Mumbled into her shoulder, She could tell he'd of rather used the bathroom, which was a touch disappointing to her but still, with him willing to go in his pampers while she held him being his second choice that meant she was making headwind. "Do you wanna keep your face in my big strong shoulder or be turned around facing away from my?" She asked, then leaned down and kissed his neck, knowing from Julie (who had dumped Ben mostly because she shipped the pair) just how much he loved having his neck kissed and nibbled on. Case and point Ben didn't even really reply, just snuggled into her harder. Taking that as a answer Gwen made her way over to a kitchen chair and took a seat, Ben's legs on either side of her lap and his arms hugging her, while one of her strong hands rubbed and patted his pampered bottom. Her other hand was rubbing and pressing on certain spots on Ben's back and it didn't take loud before her efforts were rewarded as a muffled poot came out his backside, then anther and anther and she could feel him starting to push and grunt. "That's it baby gurl, let it all out. make me a nice big present." Gwen coo'ed sweetly in his ear and follow up with giving him a gentle start of a hickey on his neck as he began to fill his pretty pink diapers. "G-Gwen! Dun! N-Not while I'm pooping!" Ben meekly whimpered, though he tilted his head in such a fashion that he was offering her a even better shot at his neck. "Heh, Somebodies gonna be a tsundere diaper sissy for me huh? That's ok. I think it's adorable." Gwen chuckled, feeling the lumps of Ben's 'present' to her fill up the back of his diapers and mentally giving thanks to whatever mage had made the spell that allowed her to only smell strawberries in cream as Ben loaded his huggies. 'Maybe if he's a good gurl at our wedding, on our honeymoon I'll cast it on him too.' Gwen thought. Food for thought later, She had a good little gurl dumping his guts in his pampers for her and whimpering for his reward and as such, she leaned down and started to gently nibble and suck away on Ben's neck, smirking as the little sissy let out a soft "I love you.." as she did so.

The end

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One- Shot 4° Habilidad secreta

Sinopsis:  A Spencer le fascina pasar tiempo con Aaron . Leer juntos, visitar el parque, preparar el desayuno a su lado...pero quizá lo que más adora es que él mayor le cante un poco luego de una larga sesión de amor.

Advertencias:

* Leve Songfic

- La letra en español es el tema del video: "And I love Her" pero adaptada en masculino.

* En este One- Shot  Hotch y Spencer mantienen un matrimonio de 2 años

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-Por favor... sólo una vez más ¿sí?- suplicó el muchacho de cabello castaño con ojos tiernos

- ¿Más? Oh amor... lo siento pero creo que ya vamos alrededor de 4 rounds, he llegado a mi límite. Recuerda que ya no soy tan joven- declaró el pelinegro con sonrisa apenada- Exagerado. En primer lugar: No, eres viejo.

Mayor que yo por supuesto que sí, pero ese calificativo sólo déjaselo a Gideon o Rossi- Hotch rió levemente- Y en segundo lugar..., no me refiero a eso- explicó el genio mientras se recostaba de medio lado y se cubría con las sábanas hasta el pecho, brindándole al otro una estampa que combinaba la ternura y sensualidad perfectamente.

-¿Entonces? - interrogó con falsa duda- Sabes bien de qué hablo Aaron...- reprochó el otro con un pequeño puchero- Hablas de tantas cosas diariamente que me es difícil saber. ¿Por qué no lo pides claro?- bromeó el mayor provocando que el genio sonriera con gran rubor en el rostro- ¿Por qué te gusta avergonzarme?- señaló con "desdén" algo que el ex jefe objetó también con falsa incomodidad- ¿A ti por qué te gusta que haga algo tan espantoso?- Spencer bufó- ¡No es espantoso! Es una de tus habilidades más hermosas y que desafortunadamente no haz explotado como se debe fuera de casa- Aaron agregó de inmediato- Y no pienso hacerlo. Esta actividad es exclusiva de este hogar y punto- Spencer sonrió de medio lado, acarició el rostro de su amado y preguntó en un susurro- ¿Entonces qué esperas? ¿Acaso quieres verme llorar?- continuamente el menor besó sus labios de forma suave, una seña tan llena de ternura que dejó al otro inmóvil unos instantes.

Finalmente el pelinegro suspiró , rió bajo y meneó la cabeza- Te estás volviendo un profesional en esto de dominarme- el castaño se alejó para recostarse nuevamente, mordió un poco sus labios y aclaró con voz provocativa- En realidad siempre lo hice... que tú lo notaras hasta ahora no es mi culpa- Aaron esta vez soltó una risa más clara, salió del lecho matrimonial y se inclinó levemente para darle a su pareja un tierno beso en la frente- Entonces ya vuelvo- Reid enarcó una ceja como respuesta y  cuestionó divertido- Es decir... te apena siempre que te pida tú sabes qué... ¿pero no pasearte desnudo por la casa?- Aaron alzó los hombros- ¿Cuál es el problema?

Jack se fue al campamento de verano, no hay nadie más que nosotros, las cortinas están cerradas y yo muero con este calor. Además... ¿ vas a negarme que te agrada la vista?- Spencer liberó un rostro coqueto en complicidad.

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Un par de minutos después

el joven genio estaba entretenido viendo las arrugas que se formaban entre las sábanas, esperando pacientemente que Aaron regresara a su lado. Sabía bien que la petición que le había hecho siempre lo apenaba, incluso le daba miedo- Sí, una de las poquísimas cosas que lograban doblegar al tan afamado Jefe de Unidad-, pero también reconocía que si se tomaba su tiempo era para que el acto fuera especial (o hasta mejorara con cada ocasión).

De repente; el sonido de una guitarra acústica invadió el pasillo y el muchacho de tez blanca pudo sentir como su corazón se aceleraba- "Supongo que esto es lo que experimentaban mis compañeras de la secundaria cuando su banda pop favorita llegaba a la ciudad para dar un concierto"- asoció ameno entre pensamientos.

Pronto; dichos acordes fueron acompañados de esa voz...si, esa potente y masculina voz que si al hablar lo hacía estremecerse, entonada le provocaban suspiros- aunque se esforzaba por no parecer tan obvio o cursi-:

♪ "Él me da todo

Y tiernamente...

El beso que mi amado da

él me lo da a mí...

y yo lo amo  ♪

Spencer se ruborizó por  completo al oír esa estrofa, tanto que se vio tentado a cubrir la parte inferior de su rostro con las sábanas, pero en vez de eso simplemente optó por apretar estas y juntarlas más a su pecho. Aaron al entrar por completo a la habitación sonrió encantado; en el fondo siempre consideró que era pésimo tocando la guitarra y que su vocalización era pobre- a pesar de haber formado parte de una pequeña banda en la Universidad- pero el simple hecho de ver a su hermoso genio con esos ojos ilusionados, le hacía sentir importante.

La canción continuó al mismo tiempo que él se acercaba a la cama:

♪ Brillantes son las estrellas que iluminan.

Oscuro es el cielo.

Yo sé que este amor mío...

Nunca morirá

y yo lo amo ...♪

En seguida el mayor se sentó en el lecho otra vez, generando que su pareja se apresurara a colocar su almohada para que pudiera recargar su espalda y hallarse cómodo. Luego de que este consiguiera una posición idónea, Spencer se dio el lujo de recargar su cabeza en el hombro del otro, regalándole un rostro encantador que sólo impulsó a Aaron a cantar con mayor esfuerzo :

♪ Un amor como el nuestro.

Nunca morirá

Mientras te tenga cerca de mí...♪

Spencer sonrió enormemente ante esta estrofa y Hotch sintió que su corazón estallaría en cualquier momento por presenciar algo tan bello- "Parece un ángel"- pensó este sin dejar de cantar-.

El castaño miraba con atención cómo Aaron tocaba con sumo cuidado las cuerdas de la guitarra. La parte lógica le decía que esto era con el fin de no romper ninguna; después de todo el instrumento ya era viejo (fue obsequio de su abuelo materno quien también fue músico). Pero su lado sensible le hacía ver que como siempre, Hotch sólo se esmeraba por no "defraudarlo" con su presentación exclusiva- "Jamás podría cansarme de tu voz cariño..."- pensó con adoración.

♪ Brillantes son las estrellas que iluminan.

Oscuro es el cielo...

Yo sé que este amor mío.

Nunca morirá.

Y yo lo amo...♪

Aaron pronto llegó a la parte más instrumental de la canción: el solo. Llegando a preocuparse en el fondo de no alcanzar el nivel perfecto que una obra tan icónica de The Beatles merecía. Y aunque sabía desde hace mucho que su amado Spencer no conocía nada de ellos- algo que causó muchos traumas en la Unidad , sobretodo con García y Morgan- estaba consciente que en el sentido auditivo podría percatarse de lo desafinado de las notas.

Pero claro todo esto siempre era la visión del ex fiscal; porque para el otro Aaron era más que talentoso: era un milagro visual en todo sentido.

Causaba en él un efecto que hasta ahora sólo las canciones de Johnny Cash le habían provocado en su infancia; cuando su madre y él pasaban horas en su habitación cantando escandalosamente sin importar que los vecinos enloquecieran por esto. Esa curiosa combinación entre melancolía; pureza, misterio, sinceridad... vaya, era la primera vez en años que no tenía explicación lógica o precisa para todo lo que su amado le generaba.

Sólo podía cerrar los ojos y dejarse llevar por esa voz que irradiaba tanto cariño en él.

luego de que el solo se acabara de forma pasable- al menos para el de rasgos profundos- la repetición de estrofas principales se efectuó 2  veces más; logrando que la temperatura en el rostro del agente más joven se elevara y lo impulsara a frotar sus mejillas en el hombro de su esposo como si de un gatito buscando atención se tratara.

♪ "Él me da todo

Y tiernamente...

El beso que mi amado da

él me lo da a mí...

y yo lo amo ♪

Aaron sonrió de medio lado; esa siempre era su señal de que la canción lo había conquistado enteramente por lo que se sintió bastante aliviado de ser un intérprete digno, al menos a los ojos del menor.

Cuando la canción al fin terminó, Spencer no se contuvo en soltar un profundo suspiro, se lanzó a los brazos de Aaron para besarlo profundamente y recostarse sobre su pecho- Demonios Aaron Hotchner... este es el momento en el que maldigo que no hayas sido un cantante, tal vez sólo tú me hubieras atraído al mundo del rock, la locura adolescente, el consumismo de discos, playeras, pósters...

y al lado oscuro de los "Groupies"

Hotch carcajeó tan fuerte que cualquier otra persona que lo hubiera visto en esos instantes dudaría que se tratara del mismo jefe de Unidad cuyo rostro amenazante lo acompañaba la mayor parte del tiempo.

Dejó la guitarra a un lado de la cama, cubrió la parte inferior de su cuerpo con la sábana y abrazó a Spencer con más fuerza, completando el sello al brindarle pequeños besos en su cabello- Dudo mucho que la vida de "rockero" me hubiera gustado; muchos excesos, poca privacidad, acosos constantes...

Además recuerda que para cuando yo tenía 24 tú aun ibas en la secundaria, en todo caso te catalogarían como un "baby groupie" y no serías legal- Spencer sonrió con malicia- Si era exclusivamente contigo, no me hubiera importado perder mi virginidad tan pronto- Hotch pestañeó un par de veces y alzó las cejas impresionado- Creo que las canciones causan un efecto cuestionable en usted Dr. Reid- Spencer rió- Se le llama "fantasía sexual" y... sí; lo acepto. Cada vez que entonas una canción haces que no pueda imaginar otro escenario más que tu figura y la mía entrelazadas en la parte trasera de una Van mientras nos escondemos de tus otros fans, mi madre y tu representante.

Aaron bufó divertido, enarcó una ceja y comentó- En serio; debo pensar dos veces si acceder siempre a esto, además de cuidarte más en la oficina. Parece ser que has pasado demasiado tiempo con García viendo las películas de adolescentes que te perdiste de los 90's- Reid corrigió- En realidad me ha prestado algunas cuántas novelas con esta temática y presentado algunos sitios online de escritores novatos.

Lo sé todo muy cliché y cursi, sobre todo cuando toman el tropo de juntar al más rebelde de la banda con la chica tímida y/o nerd que realmente no está interesada en esta y él la termina convirtiendo en su musa para escribir las canciones porque se hace la difícil- Hotch preguntó- ¿Y qué eso no es lo que nos pasaría a nosotros de vivir en ese universo alternativo?- Spencer negó- Nada de eso.

En primer lugar porque a pesar de ser un"nerd" yo no sería nada tímido; ya te lo dije, sería tu groupie dedicado en cuerpo y alma. Hasta el punto de seguirte si la maldición de los "27 años" te alcanzara- Aaron rió con malicia al ver como su esposo se sentaba encima de él, a pesar de los 2 años que llevaban juntos todavía lo impresionaba con actitudes como esa.

Pero también le aterró un poco la idea de que conociera ese mito pop y lo asociara con ellos- ¿Y en segundo lugar?- cuestionó el pelinegro con curiosidad- En segundo lugar yo sé que tú no serías el rebelde del grupo... serías el líder; tal como ahora y yo me encargaría de apoyarte siempre para que brillaras el doble que los demás- Hotch le brindó una mirada coqueta- Creo que alguien sufriría el síndrome de Yoko Onno casi de inmediato- rápidamente le tomó de la cintura y en un movimiento abrupto lo posicionó nuevamente debajo de él.

Spencer abrió los ojos exorbitantemente al rebotar en el colchón justo de espaldas y ver como Aaron entrelazaba sus manos con las de él- ¿Pero sabes qué? No me importaría, con tal de que al igual que ella y John nunca me dejaras- Spencer sonrió.

Bien; ya que tanto le deseas... será mejor que nos apresuremos a reforzar nuestra unión antes de que mi siguiente presentación empiece, mi mánager me reprenda y tu madre me demande por acoso sexual- Spencer empezó a reír sin parar y al sentir como el otro hundía sus labios en el cuello, lo rodeó con sus brazos-  Aaron... siempre serás mi cantante favorito.

Así fue como el quinto round comenzó...

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I turned my Spotify 2020 playlist into lyric prompts

1.       “Show me a grey sky, a rainy cab ride Babes, don’t threaten me with a good time.” – London Boy, Taylor Swift

2.       “I’ve never been in love before, I don’t know what I’m doing I’ve never been too worldly in the ways of woman wooing I know how crazy lucky I am to love you.” – Get This Right, Jonathan Groff

3.       “Lights out, I found out my fallen star Goodbye, the sun rises and there’s no more you and I! Tell me how can you sleep? How can you breathe? Baby, tell me how, how you love me now?” - How You Love Me Now, Hey Monday

4.       “North is south, right is left when you’re gone I’m the one who sees you home but now I’m lost in the woods And I don’t know what path you are on” – Lost In The Woods, Jonathan Groff

5.       “Promise I’ve already learned my lesson, but right now I wanna be not okay” – You Don’t Know What It’s Like, Katelyn Tarver

6.       “This is falling in love in the cruellest way This is falling for you and you are worlds away” – Come Back… Be Here, Taylor Swift

7.       “From coast to coast I’ll make the most of every second that I’ve been given with this crowd Without a doubt, you’re all I dream about At night we lie awake with stories taking us back to the nights we felt alive” – Vegas, All Time Low

8.       “He doesn’t want to bang you Somebody hang you!” – Don’t Lose Ur Head, Six

9.       “I thought this time was different Why did I think he’d be different? But it’s never, ever different!” – All You Wanna Do, Six

10.   “If I said I want your body, would you hold it against me? Seven in the morning, wanna listen to Britney? Anything you want, baby, that’s okay with me now” – Sleeping In, All Time Low

11.   “My heart, my hips, my body, my love Trying to find a part of me that you didn’t touch Now I’m looking for signs in a haunted club.” – Death By A Thousand Cuts, Taylor Swift

12.   “And I don’t give a damn about my bad reputation Never said I wanted to improve my station” – Bad Reputation, Joan Jett

13.   “This distance tears me apart God, I need to see you So when the homesickness starts and you’re missing me too I’m gone too long, but when you’re here it’s worth it So just hold on” – Fall To Pieces, Junior

14.   “Lyrical smile, indigo eyes Hand on my thigh We can follow the sparks I’ll drive” – I Think He Knows, Taylor Swift

15.   “I’m a user and abuser so I don’t need no accuser To slap me down ‘cause I know you’re right” – When I Come Around, Green Day

16.   “He’ll never fall in love he swears, as he runs his fingers through his hair I’m laughing ‘cause I hope he’s wrong” – I’d Lie, Taylor Swift

17.   “I’ve been in love and lost my senses Spinning through the town” – I Wanna Dance With Somebody, Fall Out Boy  (Whitney Houston cover)

18.   “I’ve been first class, spent cash Been broke, no joke, nothing good ever lasts Been sued, been screwed, been chewed up Been loved, been lost but never used up This world’s not big enough for us You hate but you’re singing that chorus We’re kings you can’t ignore us” – Anti-Anthem, Sumo Cyco

19.   “She didn’t stutter, my chest flutters Cardiac attack in the cradle of the summer Superstitious, the kid’s vicious Bubblegum smile, taste the cherry on her lips” – Birthday, All Time Low

20.   “Got my heart out on the table And you didn’t walk away Love me if you’re able” – I Guess We’re Cool, Cassadee Pope

21.   “I can make the ground shake, Winds blow, Earth quake, Rain, snow Mountains, I can move mountains” – Move Mountains, Sumo Cyco

22.   “I wore the crown, I sold the lie I lived the life and paid for every crime.” – Some Kind Of Disaster, All Time Low

23.   “You can’t get under my skin But I get stuck in your head In case you didn’t notice, I’ve been living in it since I left” – With Or Without Me, Sainte

24.   “We’re bound to break And my hands are tied” – Rewrite The Stars, Zac Efron & Zendaya

25.   “Lovers dance when they feel in love Spotlight shining, it’s all about us” – All About Us, He Is We

26.   “A drowning will grasp at straws, a willing man drowns for a cause The blood will spill as cigars blaze and great white jaws will be your cage” – Sleep Tight, Sumo Cyco

27.   “Tell me that we’ll be just fine Tell me that you’re still mine Even when I lose my mind” – Afterglow, Taylor Swift

28.   “All this time, I never learned to read your mind (Never learned to read my mind) Never turned things around (You never turned things around) You never gave a warning sign (I gave so many signs. So many signs)” – exile, Taylor Swift & Bon Iver

29.   “What a shame, what a shame Beautiful scars on critical veins” – Kids In The Dark, All Time Low

30.   “Here we are, nearly strangers From two worlds that have rarely met But somehow you have made me someone new” – In A Place of Miracles, Hunchback of Notre Dame (but pheeble)

31.   “I give my hand to you with all my heart I can’t wait to live my life with you I can’t wait to start” – From This Moment, Shania Twain

32.   “I forgot that you Got out some popcorn as soon as my rep started going down Laughed on the schoolground as soon as I tripped and hit the ground And I would have stuck up for you Would’ve fought the whole town for you” – I Forgot That You Existed, Taylor Swift

33.   “The debt I owe, got to sell my soul ‘Cause I can’t say no No, I can’t say no Then my limbs all froze and my eyes won’t close ‘Cause I can’t say no No, I can’t say no” – Bury A Friend, Billie Eilish

34.   “Take a breath and let the rest come easy Never settle down ‘cause the cash flow leaves me always wanting more” – Dear Maria, Count Me In, All Time Low

35.   “I’m dizzy from jealousy And you’ve got something to lose But darling, don’t let that stop you” – Girlfriend, Best Ex

36.   “I’m your number one with a bullet A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it” – Sugar, We’re Goin’ Down, Fall Out Boy

37.   “When everyone believes you What’s that like?” – The Man, Taylor Swift

38.   “This is the last time I’m telling you this: Put my name at the top of your list” – The Last Time, Taylor Swift & Gary Lightbody

39.   “Do you have the time to listen to me whine?” – Basket Case, Green Day

40.   “Here comes the rain again, falling from the stars Drenched in my pain again, becoming who we are As my memory rests, but never forgets what I lost” – Wake Me Up When September Ends, Green Day

41.   “It takes a lot of courage to hold your own against the tide The wind is blowing, bar the doors, it wants to get inside It may seem hopeless, may seem like it’s the end In order to be broken, first it has to bend” – Run With The Giants, Sumo Cyco

42.   “No wonder your heart feels it’s flying, your head feels it’s spinning Each happy ending is a brand new beginning” – Ever Ever After, Carrie Underwood

43.   “There goes the maddest woman this town has ever seen She had a marvellous time ruining everything” – the last great american dynasty, Taylor Swift

44.   “Hey ho, let’s go Shoot ‘em in the back now What they want, I don’t know They’re all revved up and ready to go” – Blitzkreig Bop, The Ramones

45.   “You think I’m funny when I tell the punchline wrong Now every February, you’ll be my Valentine” – Teenage Dream, Katy Perry

46.   “If you want someone to save you, save yourself If you want someone to heal you, heal yourself If you want someone to save you, save yourself” – Free Yourself, Sumo Cyco

47.   “I wrote the gospel on giving up But the real bombshells have already sung” – This Ain’t A Scene, Fall Out Boy

48.   “I’m here on the kitchen floor You call, but I won’t hear it You said no one else How could you do this, babe?” – Babe, Sugarland & Taylor Swift

49.   “Sometimes I get the feeling she’s watching over me And other times, I feel like I should go When through it all, the rise and fall The bodies in the streets” – Welcome To The Black Parade, MCR

50.   “I knew you tried to change the ending Peter losing Wendy” – Cardigan, Taylor Swift

51.   “But she’s so rock and roll And out of my league Is she out of my league? I hope not” – Trouble, NeverShoutNever

52.   “Do you see my face in the neighbour’s lawn? Does she smile, or does she mouth fuck you forever?” – mad woman, Taylor Swift

53.   “Diamonds, pearls and rubies all swoon Can I offer you a little salt for that wound?” – Don’t Make Me, Malinda

54.   “The night we snuck into a yacht club party pretending to be a duchess and a prince” – Starlight, Taylor Swift

55.   “I know I said some bullshit on the phone I never leave well enough alone” – ME! , Taylor Swift & Brendon Urie

56.   “Give me therapy I’m a walking travesty, but I’m smiling at everything Therapy, you were never a friend to me And you can choke on your misery” – Therapy, All Time Low

57.   “And I scream: For whatever it’s worth, I love you Ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard? He looks up grinning like a devil” – Cruel Summer, Taylor Swift

58.   “Nobody tells me I need a rich man Doing my thing in my palace in Richmond” – Get Down, Six

59.   “We were something don’t you think so? Rose flowing with your chosen family” – the 1, Taylor Swift

60.   “And you call me up again just to break me like a promise So casually cruel in the name of being honest I’m a crumpled up piece of paper lying here ‘Cause I remember it all too well” - All Too Well, Taylor Swift

61.   “Run baby, run Don’t ever look back They’ll tear us apart if they’re given the chance” - Check Yes Juliet, We The Kings

62.   “Does he watch your favourite movies? Does he hold you when you cry? Does he let you tell him all your favourite parts, when you’ve seen it a hundred times? Does he sing to all your music while you dance to Purple Rain? Does he do all these things like we used to?” – Like We Used To, A Rocket To The Moon

63.   “There I go, so dishonestly Leave a note for you, my only one” - Only One, Yellowcard

64.   “Caution, police line, you better not cross! Is it the cop or am I the one who’s really dangerous?” – Warning, Green Day

65.   “You’re not quite Satan but I really think I hate you” – Both Sides of the Story, We Are The In Crowd

66.   “Will you kiss me on the porch in front of all your stupid friends? If you kiss me, will it be just like I dreamed it? Will it patch your broken wings?” – betty, Taylor Swift

67.   “Nicotine and faded dreams Baby there’s no one else like me” – Say You Like Me, We The Kings

68.   “That smile that made me believe But you were lying through your teeth” – Is She Better, Caitlin Hart

69.   “So every day now, you brace for the sounds you only heard on TV You go to class scared, wondering where the best hiding spot would be” – Only The Young, Taylor Swift

70.   “Soon I’ll have to go I’ll never see him grow But I hope my son will know My love is set in stone” – Heart Of Stone, Six

71.   “Been trying to cover this hear out on my sleeve Been set on playing this down but I think you’re catching onto me” – Lie A Little Better, Lucy Hale

72.   “I used to believe, in the days I was naïve That I’d live to see a day of justice dawn And though, I will die long before that moment comes I’ll die while believing still, it will come when I am gone” – Someday, Hunchback of Notre Dame

73.   “I close my eyes and all I see is you I close my eyes, I try to sleep I can’t forget you” – I’d Do Anything, Simple Plan

74.   “Welcome to a new kind of tension All across the idiot nation Everything isn’t meant to be okay” – American Idiot, Green Day

75.   “Somehow something gave you the nerve to touch my hand It’s nice to have a friend” – It’s Nice To Have a Friend, Taylor Swift

76.   “Stop fucking around with my emotions” – The Irony of Choking On a Lifesaver, All Time Low

77.   “If you can just explain a single thing I’ve done to cause you pain I’ll go” – No Way, Six

78.   “Don’t listen to the voices in your head Listen to your heart” – Listen To Your Heart, The Maine

79.   “If you wanna piss of your parents Date me to scare them Show them you’re all grown up” – 18, Annarbor

80.   “Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second floor?” – I’m Not Okay, MCR

81.   “Please leave me stranded It’s so romantic” – New Romantics, Taylor Swift

82.   “Not for us, we made a pact Death meet fear” – Love You Wrong, Sumo Cyco

83.   “Shade never made anybody less gay” – You Need To Calm Down, Taylor Swift

84.   “You push my love away like it’s some kind of loaded gun But you never thought I’d run” – Better Man, Little Big Town

85.   “You’re walking suicide You make me lose my heart and lose my mind” – Loose Cannon, Sumo Cyco

86.   “Every year when October comes around and it gets colder out I grab my favourite hoodie There’s still a hole from when you borrowed it You used to sleep in it ‘cause it reminded you of me” – Nostalgic, Simple Plan

87.   “I will be brave I will not let anything take away what’s standing in front of me” – A Thousand Years, Christina Perri

88.   “But I feel so alive with these phantoms of night And I know that this life isn’t safe but it’s wild and free” – Beautiful Ghosts, Taylor Swift

89.   “Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet Now I’ve read all of the books beside your bed” – Paper Rings, Taylor Swift

90.   “It’s nice to know we had it all Thanks for watching as I fall And letting me know we were done” – My Happy Ending, Avril Lavigne

91.   “And do you still think of me when I’m not there? Oh how could I still feel this way after all these years?” – Sleepy Kisses, Candy Hearts

92.   “Jaw breaker, you got the kiss that I wanna savour” – Candy Store, Faber Drive & Ish

93.   “As I walked out on the ledge Are you scared to death to live?” – Still Breathing, Green Day

94.   “Write me off, give up on me Darling, what did you expect? I’m just off, a lost cause, long shot Don’t even take this bet” – A Little Less Sixteen Candles, Fall Out Boy

95.   “Barefoot in the kitchen Sacred new beginnings that became my religion” – Cornelia Street, Taylor Swift

96.   “And I still talk to you When I’m screaming at the sky” – my tears ricochet, Taylor Swift

97.   “Now that I’m losing hope And there’s nothing else to show” – Pressure, Paramore

98.   “And if I open my heart to you Will you show me what to do?” – A Way Back Into Love, Hayley Bennet & Hugh Grant

99.   “Stopped running, started walking instead It was all in my head, nothing’s against me This war was more civil, I realised I had to secede from both sides” – Arrows, Fireworks

100.           “I like when you get mad I guess I’m pretty glad that you’re alone You say she’s scared of me? Well, I don’t see what she sees but maybe it’s ‘cause I’m wearing your cologne.” – Bad Guy, Billie Eilish

[halitophobia]

Blind Eye - Three

Parings ⟶ OC x Hank's Daughter! Reader (TEMPORARILY) , RK800! Connor x Hank's Daughter! Reader (EVENTUALLY)

A/N ⟶ You guys...I am so sorry that it has been...two weeks since the last chapter. These past days have been pretty tough on me and I’ve had a bad case of writer’s block. I changed the reader’s age in chapter one so everything fits nicely for timeline (sorry). By the way, something’s really wiggy with my Tumblr and spacing/copy&paste is a pain in the bum. Soooo...enough said, I deeply apologize and will really try to clean up my act. Much love. 

Disclaimer ⟶ I don't own any characters from DBH

Warnings ⟶ swearing, violence, mentions of death, stubborn reader, stubborn Hank, spoilers...?, slow burn, sLoW bUrN, SLOW BURN, alcohol abuse (Hankster), angst, toxic relationship, eventual....fluff, happiness, cute stuff, flustered Connor, flustered Reader, all the gushy-ness, and ?????smut?????

Word Count ⟶ 3060

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4  

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SEPT 23rd, 2029

AM 3:21:53

    You're sat on an old mustard couch, not knowing where to look. You can hear pestering beeps. High sounding with a low undertone. It's as if everything is moving in slow-motion before your eyes. You fiddle with your fingers, looking down as a scream fills your ears once again. You don't know if you can look. You don't know if you should look. You don't know if you want to look. A strained wail erupts from her throat; as well as your name. Your gaze rests upon her sweaty state. Hair sticking to her forehead and her skin glistening like a sparkling river.

"Y/N." she cries again, hastily beckoning you over.

    Involuntarily, you're brought to your feet, and over at her side in seconds. Her frail, elegant hand quivers toward you. Immediately, you hold it to your heart.

"Don't be scared." she smiles weakly.

    You nod, squeezing her hand. She whimpers once more letting her head fall back onto a tower of pillows.

"I need you to push once more, sweetheart."

    The woman in front of you lets another wail pour out from between her swollen lips. The howl only grows louder and your head starts to swirl. For you, this is very overwhelming. Your heart quickens as you watch the lady arch in pain. A larger, warm hand covers both hers and yours. Your eyes move toward the owner. He smiles, sharing the anxiety.

He's happy...very scared, but happy.

    One last set of agonizingly slow seconds stumble by, and finally, another soul is brought into the world.

"Oh darling, your hard work has paid off. You have a beautiful, healthy baby boy."

    A kind, aged lady wears an expression you have never seen before. She's in awe of the sight before her. A younger woman in blue holds scissors in her hand. She bends over the infant and makes a precise snip. You lower your gaze, choosing not watch. Instead of letting your eyes witness the new life, you let your ears. He sure is loud. Very, very loud.

    You look back to the couple before you. A smile dances across your lips as you admire the scene. Damp foreheads pressed together and their laughs are woven with exhaustion.

    Her face lights up with joy as her boy is placed in her arms. Loving tears drown her stressed ones as she takes in the baby's presence. The husband's finger is adorned below four tiny fingers. They laugh in glee as they watch him suck in his lips.

    You stand a foot away, quite awkwardly. They seem so happy and content. Full of love and power. A trio connected through blood and bones.

"I can't believe it. We did it." she whispers, gleaming up at him.

    He nods, letting a tear fall down onto her shoulder. The woman flinches slightly, reality tapping on her front door. Then she looks at you with shiny, doe-eyes.

"I love you, Y/N. We love you."

"I know, Mum." you reply with a small smile.

"D'you wanna meet your baby brother?" your father grins, holding his hand out to you.

    You hesitate for a moment, then take a step toward them. Placing your hand into his, he guides you to the child's head.

"Be very careful," he hums, "his head is very soft and sensitive."

    Your hand barely even floats over his tiny hairs, amazed by the energy from this child. It's as if he holds a magic spell around him. A spell of wanting to protect and love him until earth's end. You blink as you're taken under this effect. Peace and serenity fluttering around the four of you. You just can't stop running your finger under his palm. His fingers, all there, beautifully curled and chubby. His lips cheeky and pouted. With lashes, very wet, and eyes shining brighter than sapphires. His skin is velvet, his sleeping state, a symbol of calm. He is magical.

"Cole." you finally hear, "his name is Cole."

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JUN 18, 2032

PM 5:54:12

    "Hey, you little shits!-"

"Hank! What did we say about langua-"

    "I have a present!"

"Daddy!"

    A little boy no older than three comes pattering to the door. You're eighteen now, a fresh face from high school, getting ready for university. You smirk, watching your grey old man tackle Cole. Cole's grown nicely. Strong, brave, spry. He's a pain to play hide an' seek with... You stand to stretch your legs, leaving your beloved 'corner spot' on the couch.

"Hey, dad." you smile, giving him a shoulder hug.

    He scrubs your head, shaking it back and forth like a dog.

"How's my little girl?"

"Not little."

"Hey! I have a surprise! Hon, you can stop washing the dishes. Get out here!" he waves his hands around, bouncing like a child.

"I wasn't washing the dishes. I'm not always doing stereotypical wife things." she smiles with a knowing look while wiping her hands with a small rag.

"Were you cooking dinner?" he teases, wiggling his brows.

    You watch her send him a subtle finger while you suppress a snort. You all follow the man outside, three different emotions playing on your faces. Cole, on-the-brink-of-peeing-his-pants happy, you, thrououghly amused and anticipating the argument to come, and your mother, huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf.

    There stands before you a ginormous Saint Bernard. With big saggy ears, excessively large paws, an even larger tongue, and the most happiest, puppy-eyes.

"Hank, I swear to god." your mother starts.

"Hey! Y'know how you always talk about saving the environment? I got him from a shelter!" he beams deffensively.

"That's...that's not-"

"You got a dog!" Cole chirps.

    He runs up to the massive kanine, dropping to his knees and wrapping his arms around its chest. The dog pants excitedly, letting its tail swing all around. It sits patiently; almost respectively. You can't help but grin. Of course Pop would buy a surprise dog. Cole had wanted one for ages. He insisted on getting a dog so bad, he proceeded to act like one for three days straight to prove 'how great it is to have a dog'. The act stopped once your dad told him to poop outside.

"Can we keep him?" Cole pleas, rubbing his face into the dog’s breast.

    You watch your father laugh, loud and loving. "One step ahead of you, kid." he winks.

    Your mom shakes her head in dismay, turning back into the house. The both of you watch her sulk away, trying not to chortle. Looking back at Cole, oblivious of the situation, he's just having a blast. He's on his back while the huge mongrel drops its head onto his stomach.

"So what's its name?" you ask.

    A content silence falls over the both of you. Waiting for his reply, you watch your brother guffaw at this hound. Glancing over at your father, you recognize that look. The 'no worries, untroubled, satisfied' look to be exact.  

"Sumo."

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FEB 11, 2034

AM 11:46:20

"This place looks bad."

"Come on, it tastes way better than it looks."

    You clutch the boy's hand and bring it against the outside of your thigh. You stare at the menu, reading every meal like you haven't already memorized it. Two older men are just starting to order, giving Cole time to select his poison. Kidding, kidding...

"Whadd'ya want, bud?" you question, still not having taken your eyes off the boards.

    You feel that all-too-familiar tapping against your thigh and the tugging at the hem of your shirt. You lean over, eyes still reading, and lazily listen to his words.

"Do they actually give you chicken feed?" he whispers secretively.

    You explode with one obnoxious laugh and step forward, for the two fellows had walked away with their food. You approach the distastefully tall counter, waiting for someone to help you.

"Hullo, how can I help you?" a thin guy speaks. Seeming to be on his first job...

"Hello, can I please have two burgers, a large coke, and a cup of water?"

    Once again, the tugging of persistence and plead drums on your side. You hear his quiet whining, but chose to admire some trees just beginning to grow back their leaves. The employee disappears within the truck giving Cole his chance to pout.

"I didn't want a burger...and why can't I have fizzy drinks?..." he mewls, pouting up at you.

"You know Mum, she doesn't want you full of sugar."

    He puffs out another complain, aimlessly scuffing lines in gravel with his sneakers.

"Mum's changed..." he mumbles, keeping his head low and avoiding.

    You swallow lightly, hoping the food will come before you have to reply. Luckily, the universe is on your side and it steams, posing deliciously on the ledge. You murmer a polite 'thank you', moving to a quaint picnic table close by. Cole reluctantly sits across you, still upset at having to eat a burger. You also clearly notice him ‘subtly’ eyeing your sweet beverage.

"Look, just take a bite, and then let me know how you feel." you encourage, hungrily pawing the serving in front of you.

    Begrudgingly, the young boy lifts the dressed patty, studying it like an inspector. He grumbles one last time, and nibbles on the edge. Quite honestly, it looks like he could be miming. You internally roll your eyes and watch him closely. You grin as he fights the smile.

"Holy sh-"

"Woah, woah, woah. Holy cow, thank you very much." you turn back to your lunch, "And I told you. These burgers are so bad, they're good."

    Of course, he's not quite sure what you mean, but doesn't hesitate to mow down. His mood has flipped and he's the brother you truly love. He munches happily, sauce decorating everything but his mouth, hands smeared with god know's what. He sips the water greedily, completely forgetting it's not jittering with carbon dioxide and sugar.

    Minutes later, he's burying his face into napkins, resulting with an irritated hue of pink amoung his cheeks. You're only halfway through, wiping the corner of your lips for the fifth time. You notice Cole has entirely slurped his water to the very last drop. With a small move, you nudge your drink in front of him. His eyes go wide and he stares at you.

"I bought a large for a reason." you smirk, filling your mouth with lettuce coated with a variety of sauce and grease.

    He buzzes merrily, sucking up the most content his lungs can bare. His teeth come to show, some crooked, some absent, but still shining with joy.

"How'd you find this place?" he chirps.

    Your thoughts are swarmed with memories, "Dad." you reply, head somewhere far away.

    Cole jumps with excitement and interest, urging you to continue.

"He used to bring me here all the time..before I left for university. Every Friday, no matter what kind of day; good or bad, we would eat here," you press your finger down onto the repolished wooden picnic table, "We would eat and talk until there seemed to be nothing wrong." you pause, losing focus and trailing off, "That everything was okay."

    The energy clinging to your clothes, lifting the bubbles in your drink, fluttering past the wrappers of your food, had utterly changed. One might say it were sad. One might say peaceful. Whatever it be, you feel the weight on your shoulders increase. Just a realization that you're here in this moment. Experiencing these things. Living this life.

"Can we go home?"

    You lift your eyes to his. Beautifully kind and innocent. He's so smart. He's a whiny bitch, but so smart. He's obersvant. He know's when something is wrong. He may not understand every little situation, but he sure finds a way to help. He is small. Frail looking. But strong in his mind. A strong motive.

A strong soul.

    The corners of your mouth turn up politely and you nod.

"Yeah. We can go home."

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OCT 11, 2035

PM 10:22:38

Was it the call the made you heart drop? Or was it the sound of the name? The silent drive there? The terrifyingly calm ride up the elevator? When you walked in, and smelt urine and chemicals? Hearing the room number, that in, yes, this is real?                                             

Or was it simply the thoughts running through your dizzy head?

    How can one describe the feeling of it. The amount of anxiety and pain. The amount of fear. You hear horrible stories about this all the time. You never thought it would happen to you.

Will he live?

    You had arrived late, your father with his head in his hands. You wonder if the same animal gnaws at his bones too. The ache you are trying to settle. Without any words, you sit beside him. Gently, your hand comes to his back.

"He's in surgery."

    Thin, needle-like spiders creep over the nape of your neck. His voice sounds excruciating. Your throat siezes and you force a swallow. He still hasn't looked at you, but really, you don't mind. You keep your hand situated on his back, applying light pressure and slow circles. To be honest, you don't think you're doing it for him. The contact allows warmth and life, things you feel are slipping away from you.

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PM 11:49:04

    This waiting. This waiting stings almost as much as the nightmares creeping under your eyelids. Your dad is leant fully against the wall now. You have that in common, but his eyes, unlike yours, are wide open. His nightmares are the only thing he can see. He's off into his own torment. Falling without a landing.

Falling without a sense of falling.

    Your arms are crossed against your chest and you try to keep your mind at rest. It's not working, but the battle distracts you from those agonizing visions.

    Both of you have come to the point where footsteps pattering by don't rouse you anymore. There are a handful of others sitting by you, drowning in their own fears.

    This waiting. Like leaves trickling off a dry tree's branches,                           you are losing hope.

----------3rd POV----------

OCT 26, 2035

PM 12:31:49

  There she stood. Before her anchor keeping her at bay. He had long gone, more than two weeks. But the waves had not hit her until now. For two weeks she had been sailing freely, slowly, surely, senselessly. The water had been too cold to think. She could only sail, further and further away from the shore.  

  This anchor, was like no other. Every once in a while, he would lift off the sand, and let her drift a little farther than usual. There, she could explore, learn, discover. And at the end of the day, he would gradually sink back down, bring her back home, and learn what she had learnt.

  She didn't know this would be his final rise. It was night, dark out. She couldn't see. Couldn't see that she was unfastened from him. He was rising. Sleep was heavy on her eyes when she woke, she knew something was happening. He was rising. She called his name, but only the breeze replied. Rising, rising, rising... He rose past the surface. Broke the water, and kept rising. The metal chain connecting their hearts, splitting in two.

He rose, and never sunk down.                                                                          

  The two weeks, being held not by him, but by the ocean's currents were utterly devastating to say the least. Her whole body numb from the sea's solemn rhythm. She had drifted too far from all sense of returning. She cannot hear their converse, nor see their lighthouse. The horizon had eaten up the mountains surrounding the town. Sea to sky, the only recognition in her brain that she, is lost.

---------- 2nd POV----------

NOV 6, 2038

AM 3:27:52

    Your head pounds once you get through the door to your motel room your knuckles too. That was a long day...

    While nearly falling asleep standing up, you peel off your clothes, letting them embellish the wooden floor in lumps of black, very dark grey, and darker black. Lights aren't negotiable at this time. They are off and will stay that way until late in the afternoon tomorrow.

    Your bed looks so sexy right now. This motel may be a shit hole aged...but the owners made the most important thing beautiful and high quality. The bed. It's puffed and fluffed to the ulimate max. That amazingly cold, white, crinkly duvet holding its breath, just itching for you to dive in. If you insist, my love...

    Ever so carefully, you fold back the corner of the comforter and sheet, both lustfully freezing and crisp. Mmmmmmm... That ‘hum’ was undoubtedly outside of your head.

    After sloppily climbing under the covers every nerve in your body tingles. Mentally and physically, you try to remove yourself from all worries and troubles from today. You’re entirely exhausted. Every once in a while you hear people on the other sides of your room, making you curl up even more to muffle their nonsense. It’s very easy for you to get distracted when there are multiple conversations going on around you. You just can’t help but tune in.

    In frustration, you flip all of the blankets right over your head, slipping into a world of your own. Every movement you make is amplified in sound so you slowly slide your feet back and forth. As if on cue, it starts to rain. Thank the lords... You smile in your little cave, feeling sleep pulling you under its arm. You’re sinking and sinking under the weight of it all when...you hear squeaking, and vigorous rattling?...

“Oh fuck yeah, Daddy! Uh huh, give it to me, baby!”

Oh for fuck’s sake.

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[livingmybestfakelife]

Crown Princess

Thor x Black Reader x Black Ofc (mother/daughter.father/daughter relationship)

Summary: Yours and Thor’s daughter are finally introduced to the Avengers

"Excuse me Mr. Stark, there is a young woman en here named Ola, she claims to that her mother and father works here but-oh miss you can't be in here", "I'm looking for my mother, she told me to meet her here, we are suppose to be going to a feast" Tony looked at the tall, beautiful woman in confusion, he highly doubted that any parents of hers worked for him, “Marge, it's alright, leave us to it, thank you", the older woman huffed and went to head back to the front desk ". "Okay ma'am, you say you're looking for your parents...but I don't believe they work here", "You didn't even give me the chance to tell you their names" he nodded and cleared his throat "Alright, who are they?" she lifted her head higher in pride and gave a smirk "The Princess and Prince of Zatavia", Steve, Tony and Bruce couldn't have been more confused, obviously this woman was lying, Tony chuckled and and shook his head "Yeah, sure sweetheart, your parents, who look about the same age as you, are your mother and father" she glared and begin to walk around the room, determined to find you both and to prove him wrong "Why is it so hard for you to believe me Stark?" "I prefer Mr. Stark from someone I just met so-" he cut his sentence short as he could see she was getting more angry and quickly went to try and calm her "Alright, I might believe you a little bit if you said that YN was your mom, she is over one hundred years old, but we’ve never met, they’ve never even mentioned you, so how can we-" he was cut off yet again by a loud booming voice from behind him "Ola! My girl!" everyone turns around to see Thor with his arms already out waiting for a big hug from his little girl" Ola squealed and ran over to him, even though she herself was 5'9", Thor was obviously much more taller than her, so when she jumped into his arms, his taller muscular frame over powered hers and made her look smaller than she was, you were standing next to them giving a proud smile and waited for their moment to be over so you could get a hug and kiss in "Mama!" she went easy going to hug you since you were much smaller than the both of them so jumping into your arms wasn't an option "When did you get here love?" you ask after she released you from her strong hold "Not too long ago, it was difficult even getting in here because one of Stark's guards would't let me in "Guard? You mean my receptionist? Oh no, Marge can't even lift  boxes over five pounds, let alone guard my life" Steve elbowed him and sent him a glare "Don't get me wrong, Marge is great, I'm just saying she can't lift too much because she's got that Osteoprorosis...and she's old" everyone gave an irritated sigh "What? She is, and she's proud of it", Ola walked over to him, boots clinking on the floor which sent chills down his spine "I'll have you know Stark, that there are plenty of female guards, even ones of which who are in their years of wisdom, who guard the Kingdom of Zatavia's throne with their lives", Bruce backs up her statement, wanting to get in on the proving Tony Stark wrong train "It's true Tony, that's why she thought Marge was a guard, the strength of a Zatavian woman is beyond this world" "Alright, I get it, you guys can stop ganging up on me now, my bad...anyway, why didn't you two ever tell us that you have a kid? She has to be at least twenty seven", "She looks that way, but she's eighty nine, I had her in 1930, matter of fact it's her birthday today" you proudly told him, that's why she was looking for them so that they could go to her birthday feast, the feast being the pizza restaurant that you and Thor love so much, every time you went you surprised both the owners and customers at how much pizza, pasta and garlic bread you two could consume without even looking like you were beginning to get sick, then washing it down with cherry cokes and finishing that off with a slice of red velvet cake, the metabolism of an Asgaurdian and Zatavian were outstanding, the more they ate the more energy they had, and Ola being mixed with both of their genes meant that she could out eat a sumo wrestler. 

"Eighty nine, well shit and not a wrinkle in sight, your dad is an immortal just like your mom and even he's starting to crack around the eyes...shit white people do age like milk", "Well, anyway Tony, we kept her a secret to protect her, the last thing we needed was for any Hydra agents using her against us", Steve spoke up for the first time since she came busting into the room "So, is this your first time on Earth?" "No, I've been living on Midguard on and off since the 50s" Thor put his arm around her shoulder and pinched her cheek with his free hand "And the only reason why she's out in the open now is because she's finally proven herself to be able to fight on her own without us hovering, though I will always lowkey hover", Bruce cringed at Thor using words like "lowkey" and "woke" and saying "that's some white people shit", "Not that I didn't think you were already strong darling, but you have to admit that you haven't kept up with your training all these years", "Yeah yeah yeah daddy I get it, geez" "Alright Thor, she gets it, let's not tease her on her birthday, we'll do that tomorrow" "Moooom", her father removed his arm from her shoulder to put both hands on her face and light squeeze her plump cheeks "Your cheeks are still as chunky as when you were a baby, look at that little baby face" she moved from his grasp and grunted, stomping out of the room, you chase after her while letting out a loud laugh "Ola, baby wait, Thor why'd you have to do that to her cheeks, you know she hates that!".

[akumalover123]

Gavin & Connor

But as Ban and Elaine from Seven Deadly Sins

Leo - Envy

Gavin - Greed

Hank - Gluttony

Markus - Lust

North - Wrath

Sumo - Sloth (Will be a human in this but can change his form into the dog we know and love)

Elijah - Pride

Gavin Reed, a simple man, was chained up for horrendous crimes as he fulfills his role as the Deadly Sin of Greed. He takes and takes until there is no more but he is a selfish man and he knows what he wants. He knows that what he wanted most would never be his to claim and that broke him inside a little more each and every day.

He laughed silently as he heard those guards on the other side of his cell discussing the other Sins. He wanted to see if his Captain, North, was still as strong as she used to be before they were left to scramble all by themselves, all alone. 

Hearing the conversation steer to the topic of their loved ones and children, Gavin couldn’t help the sour look that slowly spread across his face, remembering the moments he had died to forget. He growled out around the metal bar that was unceremoniously shoved in his mouth to silence his rambling. Hearing those guards talk about those they loved he felt his hackles ruffle as those ungrateful bastards were talking about all that he had lost. 

He decided enough was enough and he ripped the metal contraptions out of the wall, the chains rattling around on the ground. He cared not about the weight of the chains but of the weight he had to carry around daily for he wasn’t strong enough to protect the one and only that he had offered his heart. 

Walking towards the door the chains screeched upon being dragged on the dirty cement Gavin was forced to stay on. The guards had hushed as they anxiously backed away from the cell door. They flinched back with their body weight as a footprint appeared on the door before the door slammed into the wall opposite of it. 

Both burly guards let out unmanly yelps as they fell to their knees as Gavin came out, tearing the metal rods out of his legs and arms. The holes slowly closed as the skin slowly reattached itself from bone to muscle to skin. The guards watched on in morbid fascination. 

Gavin stretched out his abused, contracted muscles as he looked at the two guards that looked on the verge of passing out, even with all the armor they had on. A vicious grin full of malicious intent was aimed at the two before he reached out and took both body suits of armor into his hands. He let his grin widen as he slowly stuck his arms through their torsos, feeling the blood and organs mush around his muscular hands that slowly squelched through their bodies.

Both men squirmed and whimpered as they felt a foreign object burn through their internal organs as they felt their blood and life slip through this monster’s hands. They watched in trepidation as they were gently set down on the cement before Gavin twisted his arms and pulled his arms out, making sure to grab the intestines on his way out. He let the guards watch and feel the pain of slowly being gutted, letting them suffer a pain no less than his own. 

“I hope you have an enjoyable time finding your loved ones in death.” Gavin let go of the squishy organs, letting them hit the ground with a wet squelch. He slowly walked down the hallways, keeping his mind off of the one he would never forget. 

He followed the noises of loud banging and where the dust of cement being torn down originated from. As he reached the obnoxious rumbling he saw two of the other sins, Envy and Wrath, Leo and North. Gavin couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped through his throat, what an awful combination for those two to be together. 

“Yo! Captain North, Leo! What are you two doing here?” The two Sins looked in his direction and North let a smile brighten her face.

“Gavin! We came here looking for you, seems you got out by yourself though. Makes me wander why the fuck you didn't get out before!” Gavin glowered at her for that, she just chuckled and glared.

“I needed time to contemplate, as hard as that may seem possible.” Leo gave Gavin a dirty look and shook his head in disbelief. “Whatever it is your stupid ass was doing, we need to go and look for the other Sins.”

Gavin looked at them before shrugging his shoulders, nodding along with what was being discussed. “I guess I have some time to spare for the likes of yourselves.” North chuckled at that and wrapped an arm around his wide shoulders. She dragged him along at her own pace with Leo begrudgingly following along sides them.

The trio had traveled for days before they spotted another town, however desolated it may have appeared. North had led the tiny group and once they had reached this town she splintered off from the men, stating she had some business to attend before they could regroup. Leo glared at Gavin, the two never being the ones to get along with each other.

Leo grumbled and walked away from Gavin, raising his hand to flip him the bird, Gavin simply returned in kind. Gavin turned his back to the others and wondered into the small desolate town, not really expecting anyone to be residing in the aged out location. 

That was why Gavin was absolutely devastated and hopeful when he saw a mop of brown hair and fair, smooth skin. 

“Connor...” 

Gavin couldn't help but to let the name slip through in his moment of weakness before the one he was looking at turned. He realized it was just an unfortunate child who he desperately hoped was the one he has been yearning for. Before the Sin of Greed could speak the child fell to a lump on the ground, deathly pale and in desperate need of nutrients. 

Gavin couldn't stop the way his body yearned to pick the child up and feed the poor thing. Not one for sitting around he lifted the child and walked to a fruit tree he had spotted earlier during his short walk. 

Once at the trunk of the tree he set the child down and hopped and ripped a ripe rosy apple off one of the branches. He crouched down and slowly tapped the child’s cheek with the back of his hand.

“Wake up child, I bear some fruit,” the child had slowly roused until he was blinking up at the Sin. When he became aware of his surroundings, the child jumped and tried to run but Gavin was fast and slammed a hand down on the lithe shoulder and holding out the apple as a peace offering.

“Eat this, if you need more you are under the tree that produced it,” he stood up after the child grabbed the apple and left before the child could speak any words of gratitude. 

Gavin reached his previous spot before the encounter with the child, before continuing on further into the desolate area. He wondered about the dirt streets when all he could feel was a sharp metal object get shoved through his chest cavity and pierce through his heart and important vital organs.

Gavin couldn’t help the pained smirk that had grown on his face as he felt the blood from his chest spurt out and dribble down his clothes onto the rough ground. A whisper resounded through his right ear and he could tell it was the Sin of Sloth, Sumo. 

“I will torture you, the way you have slowly tortured me by taking away my baby brother, my life and love.” Gavin didn't know how to react so he spun around and grabbed Sumo by the collar and pummeled him into the dirt, watching as clouds of dirt puffed up and around the two men. When he got a good look at the other Sin he realized Sumo had tears gathering up, threatening to run down his soiled, dirt-ridden cheeks. 

Gavin couldn’t bare the sight for long so he landed a strong punch to Sumo’s face, feeling the spurt of blood as he felt the crack of the nose beneath his fingers. He stepped away from the downed body and quickly retreated from the body that was slowly getting itself upright. 

As Gavin ventured around he stumbled upon a field of purple hydrangea and he couldn't help but stumble to his knees and chuckle in bemusement as he remembered the meaning of the flowers, heartfelt sincerity. He remembered the purity of the smile that his Faerie had gifted down on him. Gavin couldn't tell that the flowers had drawn in and created a small tornado around how crouching body, to focused on the misery his muse left upon him.

Gavin couldn't really tell he was somewhere else until he felt the soft touch of the man he held in his arms as the Faerie shared his last breathe with the Sin of Greed and want. He looked up and his breath hitched in his throat as he saw his beloved darling, his muse. 

Before he could process what was happening Gavin reached up and brought the angel before him down and into his lap. He grabbed his love’s soft cheeks and forced him to look at his face. The face looking back at him, the eyes staring up at him, oh god his eyes he missed them so, were absolutely shining and Gavin couldn't stop the sob that rippled up and out of his throat as he gently pressed his lips to the one he had offered his heart, his soul. 

Connor had few tears running down his red cheeks as he gently pressed his lips back up onto the rough, chapped ones that were pressing to his in an earnest way he had only felt in his fading moments.

Gavin had big tears strolling down his cheeks as he pulled away from the kiss to look at the beauty that was supposed to be protecting what he had unrightfully taken.

Connor, as if knowing what was passing through his loves head, reached up and took Gavin’s cheek in his hand and let the other man snuggle his face into the same hand that he had felt slowly get cold as the life slipped from its body. 

“My Darling, you cannot stay here for long, for you are not dead,” Gavin sobbed harder as he put his hands on top of the one of his cheek, refusing to let go. He didn’t want to lose his Babe all over again, not again, he wasn’t ready.

Connor let a gentle smile overtake his features and he reached up with his other hand and grabbed Gavin’s other cheek, “I will forever be with your soul, you know I will.” Gavin refused to look in Connor’s eyes, knowing he would have difficulties leaving his precious once again.

“Gavin, in those few days I was around you I felt happy and so fulfilled for I was no longer alone, left to rot and watch the Fountain of Youth,” Connor forced Gavin to look him in his eyes at his next words, “you showed me how to love a human, how to be happy and content and I cannot thank you enough for all that you gave and all that I took.”

Gavin moved his hands so they were on both of Connor’s cheeks, “I’m the one who should be bowing down to you, for you let me take and take and take but you still had more to give,” Connor’s laugh was like wind chimes on a warm day that was accompanied with a gentle breeze. 

“I love you Gavin Reed, and I thank you for all that you have given and shown me. But now is not your time, you need to go back to the realm of the living my Darling.”

Gavin let out a strangled noise but slowly nodded his head, “I will be back to claim what is rightfully mine,” Connor’s perfect face flushed as he let the remaining tears flow down his cheeks. 

Gavin placed a gentle kiss on those soft, plump lips before his body began to fade away and he was back in the field of hydrangea flowers.

Gavin Reed, a normal human being stood in front of a ferocious demon who was known as Amanda, holding one of her many hearts in his hand, a grin on his face as he turned his body to look at the one he had fallen for in the past 7 days. 

Connor’s face was that of concern as he ran towards him, trying to warn the one he knew could take away all his lonely days and fill them with love and happiness. 

Connor Anderson has a lot to say about his father and brother but the only thing that really sticks out to him is that they had abandoned him here, left to defend the Fountain all by himself

He had spent the past 700 years by himself before an interesting human came climbing up his tree, humming about the Fountain of Youth. Connor would have none of it and flung the human off into the forest not expecting to see the other again.

Connor fell, and he fell harder than he would like to admit.

“I wish Gavin came here to steal me instead of the Fountain of Youth,” he mumbled as he lay on his stomach, reading an old book.

“I’ll do it, take you away for me to have and love.”

Connor squealed as his face flushed and he whipped in the direction of his current desire.

Gavin had the most shit eating grin on his face as he approached the one he had come to enjoy.

Connor dragged his bloodied body to the man who was bleeding out on the floor, wanting him to wipe the pain and fear off of that bedraggled face. 

“Did you save the Cup?” 

Connor nodded as he had his tree root lift it but dropped it as he lost the power and Gavin’s hand shot out to balance it and stop it from spilling out.

“Connor, drink it, save yourself,” Connor sobbed.

The demon laid down, bloody and dead as Gavin kicked it off the edge of the tree, wishing the demon’s life could bring back his precious beautiful Connor.

Connor took a big swig out of the Cup of Youth and dropped the cup and dragged his bleeding and broken body to the slowly dying human.

Connor picked up Gavin’s head and lowered his face until he was kissing Gavin and forcing him to drink up the magical water. 

Gavin Reed sat with his beloved’s head laying on his lap as he slowly reached up and Connor spoke of his undying love for the one man that backed off when he said he couldn't have the water. 

Gavin recited his own love but he hadnt the chance to finish as Connor’s pale, cold and bloodied hand went limp and hit his thigh.

Gavin let the tears fall as they pleased, 

“Damn it, at least let me finish.”

[uzairyounas]

¿Qué es un Baby Shower?, la historia

Un baby shower es una fiesta que se realiza para los padres que están esperando tener un bebé. Es un momento para intercambiar regalos, socializar y celebrar todos juntos el futuro próximo nacimiento de un niño.

El nombre de esta parte puede variar de forma considerable según la cultura en la que se celebre, pero su idea básica es la misma: dar la bienvenida a una nueva mamá, mostrarle en ciertas ocasiones (a través de la experiencia de su propia madre y de los sabios consejos de la abuela lo que le espera de aquí en adelante y que tenga constancia de los pormenores del parto, del postparto y de los cuidados esenciales de su delicado bebito).

Porque nadie nace enseñado y, sobre todo en aquella época que no había acceso a tanta información como ahora, no sabrían ni dónde buscar para informarse debidamente y así estar preparadas para lo que se les avecina y saber así cómo atender a su neonato, cambiarle el pañal, darle de comer, etc.

Es por ello que, al ser una fiesta casi en exclusiva de mujeres, tiene una explicación lógica, que es que cada una de las mujeres que ya han parido, puedan contar y compartir todas sus experiencias, sus miedos, inseguridades y soluciones a los contratiempos más habituales que se les presenten en los primeros meses de vida.

Por ello, suele ser reuniones exclusivamente de mujeres sin incluir a los hombres, no es por descartar a unos u otros, simplemente es porque se trata de tener y compartir un relato próximo, cercano y real que una mujer sí que puede experimentar y ha padecido y, por el contrario, los varones no lo tienen, ni lo padecen o lo que poco tienen que influir y narrar.

 Los invitados traen ofrendas para la expectativa madre, y ella los recibe con sumo gusto. Una fiesta de bienvenida al bebé también es la celebración de la transformación de la mujer en una madre en mayúsculas, es una circunstancia social aceptada por todos y que marca un punto de inflexión en toda vida de la premamá.

Dependiendo del n��mero de invitados y de las circunstancias que rodean a la preñada, la ducha se puede celebrar en una casa privada, en un restaurante o en un espacio público previamente escogido.

Los típicos regalos que se realizan son para los bebés incluyen un considerable número de pañales, así como varios botes de productos de higiene y limpieza infantil, algo de ropa (primera puesta, un arrullo o mantita, bodies, calcetines, camisetas, pantalones y pijamas) y juguetes acordes a su temprana edad.

También es habitual para traer algunos detalles inusuales, como un cuadro personalizado de nacimiento con la ecografía primera de la mamá encinta de su bebito plasmada con el día, la hora y la fecha prevista del alumbramiento, así como una fotografía incluso del bebito.

La única regla para celebrar un baby shower es que ésta debe celebrarse en el último trimestre del embarazo de las madres expectantes.

Es importante planificar alrededor de los horarios de los padres para que todos puedan asistir a la fiesta sin que falte nadie que quisiera pero, por falta de previsión no podrá asistir por compromisos laborales, familiares, etc.

La fiesta de bienvenida también es una excusa genial para ayudar a los nuevos padres a adquirir los artículos que necesitan para criar a su futuro bebé.

Debe ser un día libre de estrés para la mamá, que deben proporcionar todos y cada uno de sus invitados. Si es un evento por primera vez, una fiesta de té simple o un desayuno de tortitas con nata y caramelo lo hará más fácil todo y más agradable, menos tenso.

Si, por el contrario, está planeando un gran evento, asegúrese de invitar a los huéspedes al menos con tres semanas antes de la fecha de vencimiento para que todos puedan cuadrar los horarios y días y así no dejar a nadie fuera de ella.

Si tienes una pequeña fiesta, puedes publicar una invitación de Facebook para invitar a tus amigos y así no dejarte a nadie en el tintero.

[leslie-red]

For the love of Connor : Golden eyes

                                                        Chapter 3

                                                       Engraving

Engraving from the stone,between eyes,or golden plaque is for forever....

Happy Halloween everyone here the chapter 3 as a gift ( or candy ) for all of you my readers,thank you to read it and to comment it ( if you want but i really hope you will love it,it's kinda hard because of tiredness ) 

Jericho ?...House..His house.. Hank and Sumo's house ? Connor goes to his most precious place in this world just to look at the engraving he made on the step..He remember..Hank didn't show that he was seized by emotion and Sumo was happy.Connor was totally satisfied.He has inlayed the tree names. under each name there was a little draw.Burger under " Hank " , a smiling sun under " Connor " and a bone under " Sumo ".

 " What do you think Hank ? " Ask Connor excited like a child .It was his first art.Hank sight by all his emotions and chuckle taking Connor againt him,with his arm. " Jesus.. Connor..."

Back to the present..And that engraving will stay eternal.Connor really needed to see it.

After that, he walk slowly in the town,and watch the sky.Once in a while he feel like a slight warm on his neck.But there is nothing around him.This is not the sun either..It's different.He know he should back to Jericho,he promised it to Markus but he want to be sure that he can keep control on his body and mind.For now it's not 100 %..Why is she here....What do she want...Why can't she just leave him alone..It's was quiet and peaceful when he was with Hank and Sumo....Maybe he will become a new danger without them..God he doesn't want to....

 " So what ? What you're gonna do ? kill yourself,don't fight it and disappoint Hank ? "

Since he was become a deviant,he heard his own voice in his head like humans.Hank heard a lot his voice,his thoughts when he felt bad..Or worried for Connor. He see himself throught a window and see his grey eyes.None signe of life in there...Amanda did that ?.......

" Are you alright kid ? " he turn and see a old man holding groceries bags.

" I don't know anymore.." He answer sincerely lost but all that matters now is this person face to him :

" You want my help to hold your bags ? It's surely heavy for your back . " He helped a lot Hank when this one began to be...weak.The old man is very touched :

" No don't worry kid i used to it and i live just accros this street.But really thank you you are very kind."

Connor is a little sad but accept the decline : "Take care of you."

" Hey don't worry son " Connor's eyes began wide.."son" " I'm still strong despite my age.You have to take care of you too,don't think about the others all the time..I mean..Your eyes..I've never seen that kid.I hope i'll see you soon and better " He said with a little smile and leave letting Connor thoughtful.

The next day,after she,felt,saw Connor,Leslie is on the phone with her mom in her hotel room.She talk about her days a Detroit how is she doing and of course,Connor :

" Mom i can't believe it when i saw him..He is real...He is really there and so..Beautiful..I didn't even saw totally his face but..He seems so alone and lost..It's gonna be okay..I'll try to find him.Yes....I'll be fine mom..Yes i've met really nice people,humans or deviants..They are all kind.I try to take less medications but if i feel anxiety,i take one pill.Everything i need to take." She try to fight her tears :

" I love you so much mom,i'll call you everyday i promise..And i know you will too.Yes i hope i will see him again.Really hope so.This is what i wanted..To find him but i don't want to spy him and and do a mistake..All that i know is that he still here,alive....Yes i have to go.I love you mom..."

She hangs up.She know that what it's very important to her mom is her well-being.She understand but now,she only think about Connor.And if he felt be followed ? and if..No..No that.No " What if " it doesn't help at all.

She then see the sun come out and she smile,kinda pleased :

" Alright..I'm gona take some juice and i'll see then...." Be strong Leslie..Be strong.

Well no..Not just some juice,but Orange juice with cake and coffee.Just delicious.George himself gave to her the breakfast.The lunch room is kinda calm and Leslie try to enjoy it.But just one " fucking " pretty head with so warm chocolate eyes haunt her mind.She heard then a woman say to her husband :

" Yes it's a really lovely hotel..But i don't like the curtain because they are red..You know i don't like this color.." Her tone was contraried.

" I know darling.."

She smile at the " Darling " but she can feel sadness in this woman's voice.

She clean her table and she thank George who see her preoccupation :

" Are you alright girly ? Don't worry about the price if this is the problem.."

She smile touched and decide to be sincere with him :

" No..It's just..I have to see someone and it's gonna be delicate i think..I just..Love him and i hope he is okay."

Love him..Yes he is so important to her and he doesn't know that.

" Hello my name is Connor i'm the Android send by Cyberlife..." " I like dogs." She laugh slightly remembing all these words...

Yes now there is a place she dreams to be....The DPD.And she goes,trying to find it...She ask to some people where is it,and she see it.

This is there...Where Hank and Connor worked...

" Whoua...." She can't prevent by curiosity to enter in it and nothing changed.The same reception desk..the same noice...And mostly the " Honor " frame with Cops..Detectives..Lieutenants ..All deceaded.She see Fowler...And Hank...

" Hello Hankie." She said with a little smile.There is not Connor picture..Surely because he is still alive.That make her so sad to see Hank....And GAVIN ??? What a dumb face he has.....She try to not laugh seeing him...No he is dead.Respect.From what is he dead ? ..She wonder..

She see then all these desk..This is so strange..God she need some water from all these emotions.She take some glass from water dispenser and drink gladly.And if Connor was already here ?.....But what for ?...Maybe for Hank..Maybe he will come..

" Ok ok Leslie Sit down.It's okay." She take a chair et rest a little.The fact is..In this place,she imagine Connor walking everywhere.It was his second home surely...She take a deep breath..And the next minutes gonna changes...

Connor enter in the DPD and see that nothing really changed.Except obviously some detectives...He didn't came here since Hank take his retirement..He didn't want to keep to wrok here without him.He just wanted to take care of him,and of course Sumo's death was a true shock to them...Connor had been really strong to deal with all of this.He see the receptionnist..The same one..The same girl and she smile to him like she recognize him.He does the same..A simple little smile.

He comes to her and say respectfully : You remember me...

" Yes..You always cames here to see Lieutenant Anderson.I'm so sorry."

Connor try to hide his pain : Thank you..Maybe his desk ..

" It's still here.Nobody wanted to remplace it.Lieutenent Anderson was really loved here.."

" I know.Can i go see it ? " This is so important to him to see it again..But maybe he don't have permission anymore..He doesn't work here now..

" Of course you can."

All the place remember him and he still have acces to go anywhere he wants..

" Thank you.."

He was about to goes to the desk but feel like a powerful presence all around him.He stop brutally and his LED stay red.But this is not Amanda in his mind or something dangerous...It's different ..He turn and see a girl looking at him like he was a treasure..He only see her hazel eyes full of emotions.He feel hypnotized like his stone eyes was engraved to hers.. and he really don't like this...His blue heart beat fastly,perturbed by her gaze and she whispers with a little smile : " Hey..." her voice was trembling and weak.Connor doesn't what to do,how to handle this stupid situation and just nobbed to her with difficulty and leave to the desk as fast he can.

That's it..Leslie saw his eyes...She just stay here and wait do to something.She need some more water right now....

Connor find directly Hank's desk.All is empty of course..There is only lest his golden plaque where is engraved " Lt.Anderson " Connor touch it delicatly and sit down on the chair.

" Hi Connor." The deviant raise his grey eyes and see a detective look at him with empathy.

" I'm glad to meet you.We all heard about you and Lieutenant Anderson."

" I know..I know...I'm very touched that he is not forgetten...He was the best..."

 "The best to me..."

" I'm sorry to say that but...Your eyes..."

Connor smirk and reply quickly : Yes they are grey as my heart..."

He feel guilty by what he just say : I didn't mean to be rude ..I don't know what's goin on...."

" It's ok i understand..I leave you alone " The detective smile and Connor close his eyes insulted himself with every name in the world.For once Gavin would say the good word..." I can really be a plastic asshole..".

The detective see how much Connor is mad at himself and try to reassure him :

" It's ok Connor..Don't worry.It was a real plasure to talk to you " And the detective get back to work.Connor give a little smile and just look at the golden plaque.But he still feel this presence near him and he turn seeing this girl.She look at him and smile to him warmly.

Nervous he take fastly a piece of paper and a pencil and scribble anything,in a extreme quick way to vent his frustration

" She is not here..She is not here...."

He is completly confused..He ignore if he talk about Amanda or this girl.He didn't scanned her..He couldn't do it..

Connor is totally perturbed poor baby boy but we can see his strengh slowly come back.. I hope you love Leslie ^^ she just want to be with Connor ..We get that ^^

Sorry mostly about my english..

here is the story on ao3 thank you to leave comments or kudos i really need it :)

[devilsknotrp]

Congratulations, Rose! You have been accepted for the role of Linda Goode (FC: Jodie Whittaker). We have our heartbroken momma! You captured Linda’s motherly nature so perfectly, I was smiling through the whole application. You’ve made it so clear that while her life may not have gone according to her dreams or plans, the children she got out of it make everything worth it. I love her passion for writing, too! Welcome to Devil’s Knot! Please have a look at this page prior to sending in your account.

OUT OF CHARACTER

Name: Rose Age: 23 Pronouns: she/her Timezone: so I accidentally got it wrong in the other app haha, it’s currently GMT +1, soon just GMT because I’ll be moving to the UK Activity estimation: Right now I have all the time in the world but in September I will start my masters so it will probably be a little less but I’m sure I’ll have time to work around it. Overall my activity would probably be around 7 or 8. Triggers: REDACTED

IN CHARACTER

Full name: Linda Elizabeth Goode (nee Holland) Age (DD/MM/YYY): thirty-nine (28-09-1957) Gender: Cisgender female Pronouns: She/her Sexuality: heterosexual Occupation: currently on the look for one. After living without Paul, her ex-husband, she has enough money to move and live for a few months with the kids but she’s been keen on finding a job and becoming a part of the community. Before that she was, and still is, a stay-at-home mom. Connection to Victim: Well, about as closely connected to him as one could be. She carried him for nine months, goodness sake. He is her baby. Brian is her youngest son who she loves so dearly. With the other two being older and a little more rebellious, Brian is all she has left to love and hold dear of her children before he gets older and more independent as well. Alibi: The Saturday that Brian went missing, Linda had been busying early in the morning. She had woken up at her usual time, seven in the morning, and prepared breakfast for her children. They all came tumbling down one by one, eating their pancakes bleary-eyed except her daughter who always looked ready to take on an army with her deep scowls. After that, she went food shopping and came back. She had just made lunch for herself and Brian, her other two children out for the day, while she loaded all the dirty plates and cups into the sink and started to clean. All it took was a split second while her hands had been in soap or while she had been drying the plates for Brian to leave. Linda left looked up through the kitchen window where Brian had just been, only to find him gone. She shrugged it off for a second as she tidied everything away first. After that, she decided to ask if he felt like coming in. When she went outside and found him nowhere to be seen, that’s when she started to panic. Faceclaim: Jodie Whittaker

WRITING SAMPLE

“Mom! Mom, come on!” Brian yelled from the car, his brown hair waving along on the breeze of the wind. Linda, feeling like a sumo-wrestler, walked towards the vehicle with two big bags in her arms. One on each side, swinging back and forth with every huge step she took. Pushing them inside the boot, she closed it as she moved to the front. As she did, she walked past the rest of the car where within lay her three greatest treasures. David, Beth and Brian. Her eldest son was sat in a corner, shading his eyes from the sun. The wrinkle between his eyes indicated what he truly thought about being trapped in such close vicinity with his two younger siblings. Beth sat in the middle, her unruly red hair tumbled down her shoulders while her blue eyes moved around the car to see everything that was going around her. In the other corner sat young Brian. His wide eyes, similar to Linda’s, watched his siblings with great interest. The smile on his lips seemed to brighten the entire world. Linda felt a surge of pride and pure happiness as she saw them. Moving to the front of the car, she sat down and turned to face her children.

“Who is ready to go to the beach?”

Linda enjoyed the gritty feeling of the sand between her toes as she slid them deeper into it. The big lime green towel that was their collecting point lay flat open with a parasol to keep create a little shade in this otherwise lovely warm weather. Through her sunglasses, she saw her whole new world unfold before her. The lovely warm glow that was cast on everything she viewed. Beth’s hair was the colour of live fire as strands of it almost seemed gold, David’s skin seemed slightly tan and warm and Brian’s smile and bright yellow sunhat seemed as bright as the sun itself. It created a warm feeling in her chest that spread through her, turning the corner of her lips up. Paul had left for a few days on a trip to another state so Linda wanted to make the most of her time with the children. It was summer and the weather was so nice, that when they’d come down in the morning she immediately asked them what they thought about going to the beach. They spend the entire day there until David had a slightly red-ish hue to him, Beth had managed to pick a fight with someone and Brian had stomped off because she hadn’t let him get every ice cream he wanted to try.

As they were about to leave, Linda called the three of them to her and told them to sit down on this wooden bench close to where they were parked. Judging by the annoyed groans and sighs she could tell that they weren’t in the mood for a picture but Linda had enjoyed this day so much that she wanted something tangible to remember it by. They were perched on the bench and faced her as she took a photo. She took a few extra ones for good luck, or so parents always said but she enjoyed having as many pictures of her children as she could.

A deep sigh escaped her lips as she looked down at the photo in her hand. She remembered so well David walking next to Brian as they chatted together. Laughing together. Beth running around them. Helping her younger brother get up after she’d pushed him too hard and caused him to fall down. Brian. It had been a week since she’d last seen him and the weight of that reality settled heavily on her shoulders. She’d walked passed the mirror, catching a glimpse of her ghoulish appearance. That’s the best way she could describe it. Sleep didn’t come easily but so didn’t getting out of bed. The dark shadows under her eyes revealed as much. Her hair, pulled back in a ponytail, hung loose and you could see the greasiness of it in the morning light.

It was her real face, but the town of Devil’s knot had no time for reality. They wanted to see a mother put together, one that was not a failure, that could stand up to the unbearable of a missing child. It was impossible, but she tried, stepping into the shower as if it could wipe away all that buried into her heart.

Her hair hung in its usual styled bob and a little make-up worked miracles to hide the dark shadows and harsh lines that had become prominent on her face. Once perhaps she’d have spent a moment to appreciate her features, wide doe eyes and small lips that had been admired for long ago. The notion of such fanciful ideas was laughable however, in the face of a tragedy such as this.

“Mom, are you ready?” David stood in the opening of her bedroom, seeming larger than life in the shadow of the hall lights. He’d become the man of the house, or at least tried to, and she found herself being so very proud of the effort. But it was too much to ask him and Beth to keep a brave face. The haunting of Brian’s absence was replicated on them as well.

Linda tried her best to conjure up the warmth and be the caring mother they needed, but a facade could only do so much. The practical was easy, making breakfast, doing simple chores, but when it came to the emotional, to actually looking them in the eye and saying it would be okay - she wasn’t sure she could really be there. Linda let out a soft sigh as she tried to rid herself a little of the pain and emotions that raced through her. She tried not to let her children see too much of what it was exactly what she was feeling, she wanted them to see her as strong and determined because that’s exactly what she was. Linda knew her son was out there somewhere and she was sure she’d find him, as sure as the earth goes around the sun.

“Yes, come on honey. Let’s go and look for your brother.”

ANYTHING ELSE?

→ Linda was a girl who didn’t look like a “nerd” but she was smart. During her high school years, she worked hard to get the best grades that she could get and worked for it. Her wide eyes and soft smile caused her to receive quite some attention from guys but she never pursued them. After graduating, she got into her state university and pursued her dream to become a journalist. Her love for writing grew as she read literature and got involved with extracurricular activities and what was going on in the world. At that moment in time is when she met Paul Goode, the darling of the political classes and one-time guest speaker at her university. He was the most charismatic man she’d ever met, and she fell, easily, dramatically, and most of all, foolishly. It wasn’t his wealth that got her, nor his position, but his passion. He had a drive that was infectious and a tendency to sweep you into his path whether you want to or not. And so, like a love-struck teen, she let him spin her into his web and he kept her there in every sense. Her pregnancy for one. They started dating in her second year and in her third year she found out she was pregnant. She was worried her mother would disown her, instead she fully embraced it. The woman smelt the opportunity with such a man on the up and up, and so, they were married. You’d think for someone so clever she’d have avoided that easy pitfall, but no, she ended up with David at the age of 21, with no prospect of finishing her course and no choice but to lean on Paul. Till unhappiness do them part…

→ Linda is a good mother. Perhaps too good. There’s such a thing as caring too much and that’s exactly what she does. But what else can she do? They were after all her life, literally. After giving up her own dreams and ambitions, she has close to nothing else to do except care for her children. It’s not her intention but its manifested into a deep, constant need to take care of them. From fussing over their hair to making sure their rooms are perfect to accounting for their location almost constantly. Over time the incessant has produced friction in the house, especially with David and to a lesser degree Brian. Who unlike their sister were unable to easily break out the chains of her overbearing nature and Linda tried her best to break habits far too old in the making. It makes Brian’s disappearance all the more stinging, knowing that she could have stopped it if only she’d loved him more and kept a closer eye.

→ The notion of putting on a good face is not exclusive to Devil’s Knot. In fact, it has been Linda’s recipe for life ever since she had gotten pregnant. No matter the abuse Paul threw her way, nor the stresses of essentially living as a single mother even when she was married, she could always be relied upon to put on the show of a happy housewife. The truth, however, beneath the mask, is that Linda has been unhappy for decades. It buries down to her bones, a dark stain, that clouds her mind in the moments that she was alone. All it would take would be a few visits to a therapist to know she had depression, but the notion doesn’t even enter her mind. Instead, she loses herself in her duties. When she makes the kids dinner or folds their laundry, she’s not ever really there. She’s just an empty shell, going through the motions, watching the world pass but taking no joy in it. She’s afraid that should she take a moment to really face what she felt, she would no longer be able to keep going.

→ She may be a housewife, but that didn’t mean Linda was without skills. She had been a journalism major for a reason, and she had a mean prose when she chose to wield it. In the fleeting moments of loneliness at home, she sometimes returns to her old flame, but she’s scared to really consider it again. Writing was hard enough when you’re young and unafraid, but she has a family to support, and a dismal lack of self-belief means that she often considers it a fancy that she has no right to indulge in, despite the deep joy that it brings. Watching the evening news and the morning paper will just have to do. She hopes one day to be able to pursue a certain kind of job that would allow her to write again like she’s always wanted to, but for now, that’s not something she’d want since she’s still completely focused on her children.

[anneedmonds]

All The Places I Wore This Dress

I was looking through my photo library trying to find a picture of myself holding an avocado (don’t ask) when I noticed that I’ve been wearing the same Hush dress* for about a month. It’s the easiest, comfiest summer dress of the year so far – basically an oversized t-shirt with pockets – and I’ve worn it with sandals, flip-flops, trainers, walking boots, bare feet and cowboy boots. Sign of a good dress, that.

Buy the Washed Printed Ivy Dress from Hush*

Although, it is quite short. If you get it then don’t bend over. Good God, it’s only when you catch yourself bending over in the mirror (whilst doing up a child’s sandals, for example) that you realise quite how horrendous a view the bending-over-view really is. And I mean for pretty much anyone, not just for me. It’s just a very bad, bad angle unless you’re. Y’know. In private. Even then, bloody hell.

In my imagination, that view of myself looks like something from the Helmut Newton Sumo book (get it here*, if you don’t own it – it’s possibly the best coffee table book of all time); smooth, sunkissed thighs topped with frippy bits of black lace, the toned curve of the buttocks just visible beneath the hem of the accidentally-on-purpose hoiked-up dress. In reality, it’s like a relief map of the surface of Mars, twice, topped with M&S cotton pants in a washed-out beige colour. Grim.

But it doesn’t blow up, which is great news! I was in a flippy dress in London the other day, late for a meeting, trying to hail a cab, and my entire dress blew up around my waist. That hasn’t happened in years – I think my heart temporarily stopped. And I suddenly remembered how I used to tie a cardigan around my waist, if I was wearing a dress prone to flying up, for exactly that reason – anchoring down the skirt part. And I spent many hours going to and from castings, with my dress flying up every three seconds so that I looked like some sort of clown act, trying to think of ways of solving the problem. Weights in the hems, perhaps? Removable struts that could be magnetically fixed to special skirt-anchoring garters just above the knees? Wearing jeans? Ah yes, that’s why I moved over to the Dark Denim side…

So it’s very short, but it doesn’t blow up in a breeze, which so far makes it sort of neutral in terms of pros and cons, but I must say that if your legs are in good nick (smoothish, bit sunkissed, etc) then it’s excellent because that’s pretty much all of your body that gets revealed. The rest is obscured within the squarish realms of the t-shirt dress, meaning you can virtually throw a party in there without anyone knowing. Hurrah.

Here we go, then – some random snapshots with only one thing in common: the dress. You can find the Washed Printed Ivy Dress at Hush here* – it’s £55 and comes up true to size, I’d say. I wear a small.

Let’s kick off with me wearing the dress crossing a bridge, shall we? Always a winner. Dresses and bridges, bridges and dresses. Regard:

I love bridge-crossing. And here I am posing in front of a piece of modern art at Hasuer & Wirth Somerset:

Note the cowboy boots! They’re old ones from Durango and I love them. Next, see how I wear the dress whilst pretending to read a book:

Expertly posed, I think you’ll agree. And here I am trying to herd my little flock of lambs to dinner at Domes of Elounda in Greece, face obscured by giant hat, trusty old Topshop sandals on feet…

…and then dragging the flock around a former leper colony, which they really enjoyed.

Honestly, it’s these experiences and memories that they’ll really treasure. “Where was this lovely photo taken Mummy?” “Oh, on an island that used to be a leper colony, darling.”

Now this one I’m proud of: ACTION MUM.

I’d like to make it clear that I have never worn this backpack baby carrier thing before and I never will again, because carrying Ted was like carrying a load of bricks, except that they were bricks that wriggled from side to side. Everything hurt on my body the next day and I only tried it on because Mr AMR said that it was harder work carrying Ted in the backpack all day than carrying Angelica up a hill for ten minutes on one hip.

Mr AMR wants to make it known, however, that this backpack is exemplary – it’s the Thule Sapling Elite and has seen us through two babies and countless overgrown fields, shallow rivers and muddy quagmires. Basically all of the terrains that are completely inadvisable when you have small children, but hey ho. Embrace the countryside, etc. I was very kindly sent the Thule a few years ago, so thank you Thule – Mr AMR is a total convert and has, by the way, enabled many purchases amongst our friends. You can find more details on the Thule carrier on their website here. If anyone fancies a full review, I could badger Mr AMR for a few weeks until he comes up with one – let me know!

Lastly, a distance shot. Here I am posing in front of a house – not mine, but a new holiday home that I was invited to review by Beach Retreats.

Post coming soon, I promise. I’ve just got back – it was so peaceful and I slept like a log. Which was handy, because I was knackered after carrying the baby up the road and back. It’s the most exercise I’ve done in about four years!

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