#were 9 years old. shush!

[jack-kellys]

everyone hold your fucking fire i swear to god

[street-smarts00]

in omnia paratus

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Summary: Spencer's been on the fence with his feelings for you. Due to his past traumas he’s decided to keep his feelings hidden. Until you’re caught in a dangerous situation at work

WC: 3.5 k

A/N: I am SO SORRY this took so long. I’ve been sitting on this for two months because I was being a perfectionist and had writer's block. Thank you so much to the person who requested this idea and I hope ya’ll like it! beta read by @whats-yesterday00

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Protective!spencer, Friends to lovers, age gap (25 and idk 33 or 34), during season 9 (sadly no post prison Reid, I refuse to watch the show after Derek & Hotch leave), Maeve is implied 

Warnings!: mentions of murder, stalking, gunshot wounds, hostage situation and incorrect info about hostage situation cause Idk I'm not in the FBI

Everyone knew Spencer Reid had a soft spot for you. Well, everyone except for you. 

Since the moment you met you’ve been on his mind. 

“Do you know how old she is?” 

“No, how old is she?” 

“25!” Penelope squeaked before being shushed by Rossi. 

“Wow, she’s gotta be the youngest person to ever be in the BAU. Well, second to genius over here,” JJ commented while pointing to Reid. 

“That’s if she gets the job,” Morgan added. 

They were all crowded around the desks in front of Hotch’s office. The blinds were cracked and they could just barely make out the woman seated across from their boss for an interview. 

Due to the increase in caseload after Alex joined, Hotch made the request to add an additional member of the team. After interviewing a few people that didn’t pan out, he heard quite a bit about you from your supervisor saying how well you’ve done with the FBI and you’d be an exceptional fit for the team.

Then of course Penelope looked up everyone who was interviewing with Hotch. You being her most recent victim. 

“How long has she been with the FBI?” Alex questioned. 

“Three years,” Penelope answered 

“What? Did she join right after college?” 

“Not right away. She graduated early and got experience with law enforcement first.” 

Spencer sat at his desk quietly while everyone was peering into Hotch’s office. Not to say he wasn’t nosy as well. You were already behind the blinds when he arrived for work. 

“Oh they’re shaking hands! That has to be a good sign,” Penelope cheered. 

Morgan turned to the window, “It’s definitely not a bad one.” 

Her eyes widened before loudly whispering, “Oh no they’re leaving. Disperse.” 

She scurried off in her heels towards Derek’s desk while he followed behind with a grin. JJ, and Rossi averted their eyes from Hotch’s office and found Alex’s desk far more interesting. 

All while Spencer’s attention was brought to the woman led down the stairs by his boss. It felt like his heart stopped beating when he saw how beautiful you were. He was brought back to earth as Hotch introduced you to the rest of the team. 

“This is Dr. Spencer Reid,” he gestured to the man sitting at his desk. 

You offered him a small wave and a kind smile, “Nice to meet you.” 

It became quite obvious you two would get along very well. From very early on conversation flowed incredibly well between the two of you. There were very few people that he felt were easy to talk to because of his niche interests and the way he would ramble spitting facts left and right. 

But he never had to worry about saying the wrong thing or talking too much with you. You often were a content listener or you would even match his passion on certain subjects. Most were topics Spencer already knew about. 

When you first met Spencer you didn’t know the Dr in his name meant he held 3 PhD’s or that he was quite literally a genius. 

So you were often telling stories or facts you found interesting that he already knew. In fact, almost every “fun fact” you brought up, he knew about already.�� 

But he never interrupted you. He always was listening intently to what you had to say. Like he was hearing about it for the first time. 

At some point you learned of his eidetic memory and how vast his knowledge was. It was during a case where you found out and mentioned it to him. 

“Reid, remember when we were at the harbor and I mentioned that thing about sharks?” You hesitated, “did you know that already?”

“Yes,” he guiltily admitted. 

You partially deflated suddenly feeling that the whole tangent you went on was pointless. “Why did you let me go on and on if you already knew?” 

His eyes softened, “because I wanted to hear you talk about it.” 

That was when his feelings started to peek through. As the months went on it only grew and grew. And you were none the wiser.

To the average person, it might not seem like much. Perhaps you were just good friends. But to a team of profilers (and best friends) it was painfully obvious. 

It was almost painful the way he looked at you with a longing in his eyes. Or when his gaze immediately turned to you to catch your reaction or smile. 

It was obvious by the way he found any excuse to bring you up in conversation. Or how in conversation with you he would mirror your mannerisms and lean closer to you. 

As well as the things he remembered about you or the little things he did for you. Like the countless coffee cups he bought for you from his favorite coffee shop before work. And when he saw you struggling to find something or open something he was always right there to help. 

Spencer Reid had feelings for you. Feelings so deep that he couldn’t pull the roots out even if he tried. 

He didn’t know what to do with his feelings exactly. He hadn’t felt this strongly for someone since … well for a while. He was terrified of history repeating itself. 

He couldn't lose you. He’d seen first hand what this job did to him, what it did to Hotch. Their loved ones ripped away from them too soon.

So for now at least, he kept his feelings to himself. 

Well, until your last case. 

The BAU was called in on a case that just turned serial. They found the unsub to be a man named Mark, who started killing because his girlfriend cheated on him. The first two victims reminded him of the man she cheated with. When that didn’t satisfy him, he hunted down and killed the other man. 

Now the team and SWAT was stationed outside a bus that Mark was holding hostage. He stalked his ex-girlfriend and tracked down the new city bus she took. 

The officers couldn’t get a clear shot of him because of where he was standing and he kept using the passengers as shields. Rossi was currently on the phone with him trying to make negotiation terms and get some of the people off the bus. Mark however was incredibly stubborn and didn’t want to let his leverage go. 

So Rossi asked about the children on the bus and if Mark would be willing to let them off. They were met with silence on the other end of the phone, contrary to his previous behavior where he loved to hear himself talk. 

After a short pause the phone spoke. “I’ll only send out the kids if you send in an agent.” 

Rossi shifted his weight and crossed his arms. “Are there any other circumstances you’re willing to send out the children for?” he asked. 

“Nope,” he said with a pop at the end of the word. 

A look of concern was quickly exchanged between Rossi and Hotch. While their faces didn’t reveal much, their eyes spoke volumes. 

“How about this,” the unsub continued. “I’ll send out their moms too.” 

Rossi’s eyebrows furrowed slightly at the eagerness to comply from the criminal. “You’ll send out the children and their mothers if we send in one of our agents?” 

“I promise.” 

Rossi returned his eyes to Hotch who stood rigid and tall with his arms folded. He was met with an approving nod before returning to the call. 

“Alright, we can agree to those terms.” 

“Oh and agent Rossi?” Mark perked. 

“Yes?”

“Send in a girl.”

There was a tension that quietly branched out between the agents listening to the phone call. 

“Why do you want a woman?” Rossi asked, clearly changing the dialogue used.

“I’m losing too many ladies sending out these moms. I want one back,” he replied with a cockiness to his voice. 

Ross confirmed they could send in a female agent. Almost immediately after the unsub hung up, you volunteered to be the agent going on the bus.  

“I’ll do it.”

Spencer’s head shot in your direction. “No you're not.” His voice was laced with concern and a hint of demand.  

“Reid-”

“He specifically asked for a woman. We don’t know what he’s planning, he’s devolving.”

“And I’m willing to take that risk to make sure those kids are safe,” You defended yourself. 

You turned to your boss waiting for his thoughts. Hotch knew you’d been exposed to enough high tension scenarios to know what you were doing. But just like any member of his team, he silently hesitated, worrying for your safety. 

He took a breath before meeting your eyes again. “Send her in.” 

Right before you were led to the bus, Hotch took off the holster on his ankle and handed it to you. “Some extra protection in case something happens.” You couldn’t hear the concern in his voice, but you saw it clear as day in his eyes. 

You made your way to the bus and saw through the window Mark holding a gun to the driver and telling him to open the door. You stepped on and the doors closed quickly behind you. The unsub took a long look at you, panning up and down. 

“Well how about that. Aren’t you a beauty? He said with a cheeky grin. 

You tried your hardest not to look disgusted with him. Instead you kept your composure and spoke with courage and a confident demeanor. 

“You this flirty with all your hostages?” you asked plainly.

As he gazed down at your legs his eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed. He bent down and with the gun in his hand, pushed away the bottom of your pants leg. When he saw the gun in the holster, he tsked. 

“You always carry this much dead weight on you?” 

He stood back up and put his hand out, “hand it over, I told them no weapons.” 

You reluctantly took off Hotch’s holster and placed it in the unsubs hand. Your one line of defense was gone. 

The longer you were on the bus, the more anxious Spencer got. He knew you were an exceptional profiler, and you had enough experience and skill to handle yourself in situations like this. 

But that couldn’t stop the ache in his stomach or the fact that his heart rate could power a car by now. 

He stood closer to the bus now to get a clearer view of the windows. They managed to successfully get the children and moms off and to safety, but you weren’t safe. Spencer figured you were trying to negotiate with the unsub, but that was going nowhere. This was confirmed when Rossi tried calling him again but every call was ignored. 

This unsub was stubborn as hell. He knows he trapped himself, but didn’t want to back down. At least he didn’t want to go quietly. 

Spencer was talking with the rest of the team trying to devise a plan when the gunshots were fired. The team immediately ran back to the cacophony on the bus. 

More shots were fired, he didn’t know where from. He didn’t care. 

He just needed to get to you. 

When he got a decent view through one of the windows that hadn’t shattered he saw you. Your hand over arm in pain but still standing in front of the civilians to protect them. The unsub stalking over to you, gun in hand and smacking you over the head with it. You slammed against the chairs and fell to the floor. 

Spencer's face paled. He swore he was going to throw up. 

Through the fog of his mind Spencer saw Morgan escorting Mark off the bus, his hands now behind his back in cuffs. 

He rushed past them, clambering through the door and up the stairs to get to you, calling your name. 

“Reid?” he heard your small tired voice through the crowd. 

He followed it to you, laying on the ground struggling to open your eyes and clutching your left arm. 

He crouched down to your level with a gentle hand on your uninjured arm. 

“Hey, I’m here. I’m right here,” he comforted. 

“My head hurts,” you mumbled.

His eyes softened, “I know. I think you might have a concussion, you need to go to the hospital.” 

You slowly started to fade out of consciousness. Spencer’s heart dropped and his hand moved from your arm to your face. 

“No no no no stay with me okay?” he caressed your cheek with his thumb.

“Stay with me sweetheart,” he consoled.

Your eyes stopped struggling to stay open and finally made their close. His other hand rushed to your pulse point as he called for a medic.

Time seemed to stand still while Spencer sat next to your hospital bed waiting for you to wake up. He couldn’t leave your side. He didn’t want to. 

You were okay. You were laying in the bed in front of him. But of course in his mind he ran through all the possible scenarios of how things could’ve gone worse, how things could’ve gone better. What would’ve happened if you didn’t have your gun taken away, or if the unsub got angry that you tried to bring a gun in. What if he didn’t lose his cool and start firing. What if you never went inside in the first place. 

And with all of those possible scenarios, the same thought plagued him. 

He was wrong. 

Before he was too scarred from past traumas to reveal just how much you meant to him. Not wanting to repeat the past and lose yet another person he loved cared for. 

But now, after seeing you in danger right in front of him, now he was terrified at the thought of you never knowing. He was now more scared you would never know how much he loved the way your nose crinkled when you smiled. How he thought the sound of your voice could cure any ailment he had. How he admired your strength and desire to protect others. How you could light up anyone's mood by just being you. How he could listen to you for hours, even if you were lecturing him on things he’d known like the back of his hand.

To him it was a whole new experience hearing it from you. 

Spencer was pulled from his thoughts as you stirred awake. He saw your eyes adjust to the bright fluorescent lights ahead. He quickly got up to dim the lights for you. 

When he returned to his seat you smiled at him, “hi.” 

“Hi,” he smiled back.  

“How are you feeling?” 

You sighed. “Like shit,” you complained with a hint of humor. 

“The doctor said you have a minor head injury, bruised ribs, and the shot to your arm thankfully didn’t break any bones.” 

“Fun,” you said sarcastically. 

A moment of silence passes between you two. He doesn’t exactly know what to say. How do you casually tell your friend and coworker you have a crush on them? 

There is no casual way. 

“You called me sweetheart,” you broke the silence. 

He furrowed his eyebrows, “What?” 

You fidget with the blanket, “earlier, when I passed out on the bus. You called me sweetheart.”

He searches his mind for the memories of the day. When he finds the memory he realizes in the heat of the moment the term of endearment slipped out. 

He wasn’t aware you heard it. 

“I did,” he confirmed as his ears flushed.

“Why?” you asked curiously. 

He didn’t know how to tell you that he’s wanted to call you that for weeks now. So instead he settled with-

“It just … felt right.” 

“Oh,” you replied quietly.

Spencer tensed up at your response. 

“If I crossed the line-“ 

“No. Of course not,” you interrupted with a comforting voice. 

The corners of your mouth lifted and cheeks dusted pink. “I thought it was sweet. You don’t normally say stuff like that.”  

His heart warmed at your confession and a smile spread on his face. 

“You thought me calling you sweetheart was sweet?” he lightly teased.

“Shut up,” you chuckled, rolling your eyes. “You know what I mean.” 

Your laughter was cut short by a sharp pain in your abdomen. You bit down on your lip and gripped the side of the bed in pain. 

The reality that you were injured on the job was rushing back to him. 

He licked his lips, his nervous unconscious habit. 

“I was really worried about you.”

“I know.”

“No, you don’t,” he interjected. 

“The entire time you were on that bus I was sick to my stomach. Terrified that something bad was gonna happen and it did,” he started to ramble. 

You leaned closer to him. ”But I’m okay Reid.”

“You still got hurt. He shot you for christ sake!” his voice raising in pitch and volume. 

“Reid-”

“He lashed out at you! You could’ve died!” 

“Spencer,” you said firmly, pulling his attention towards you. 

He never heard you say his name before. No matter how many times he said you could call him Spencer, you still called him Reid. Hearing his name fall from your lips was like the consistency of honey.

You placed your hands on his face caressing his cheek. His golden eyes meet yours. 

“I’m alright. I’m still here,” you consoled. 

“But if-“

“Spencer.”

“Please,” he pleaded. “It’s important.” 

You nodded your head, signaling for him to continue. He gently grabbed your wrists and brought your hands in his. He took a deep breath before he decided to spill the thing that had been eating away at his heart. 

“I have feelings for you. I have for a long time. Almost as long as you’ve been at the BAU,” he started. 

With your hands in his he started tracing his thumb over your knuckles. 

“If we don’t have work I count down the days until I can see you again. When I do see you I desperately want to see you smile, see you happy. And if I’m the one that causes that smile, it makes my whole day. That’s why I never interrupted when you talked about something I already knew. The way your face lit up when you talked with such passion was the highlight of my day.” 

“For months I was scared of my feelings and I kept them to myself. I was too scared to admit how much I liked you because I-” his hold on your hands tightened.

“I know what it feels like to lose someone. This job takes so much from us; I never wanted it to take you.” 

Spencer let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. 

“Today I realized it would be more painful if I went the rest of my life not telling you, than having even a fraction of a moment with you.”

A moment of silence danced between you two. Your head reeling from his confession, heart beating so hard you could feel it in your bones. Your palms sweaty from holding onto Spencers, but still neither of you let go. 

The silence was deafening, plaguing him. 

“Please … say something,” he begged. 

Your lash line was collecting tears that you simultaneously tried blinking away. Your eyes found his tie less intimidating than his gaze.

“I never thought you would like me back,” you said with a soft tone. 

Spencer's cheeks turned red as his heart started melting. “I do.” 

You brought your eyes back to his. That precious smile on his face was infectious. 

“Listen,” you squeezed his hands. “I’m not going anywhere. So you have as much time with me as you want.” 

Spencer's eyes softened at your words. He raised your hands and placed a loving kiss on your knuckles. 

The two of you were too lost in eachother to notice the footsteps towards the room. 

“Hey, I found some Jello for her if she-” Alex abruptly stopped once she noticed what she walked into. 

You both awkwardly pulled your hands away from each other; you fiddling with the hospital blanket, him rubbing his palms on his slacks. 

“So, feeling better?” she asked hesitantly. 

“Much,” you answered, still a bit flustered. 

“Good, good to hear,” She tried not to sound too smug, but the small smile on her face said otherwise. 

She raised and shook the jello container in her hand. 

“I’m gonna leave this here,” she placed it on the table. “I’ll be back in a bit.” 

“Thanks Blake,” you thanked as she left. 

Once she was gone you quietly giggled and mumbled “oh my god,” under your breath. 

“You know, she kept teasing me asking when I was going to ask you out. And don’t even get me started on Morgan,” he chuckled, shaking his head. 

Your jaw dropped and eyes furrowed. “Did everyone else know but me?” 

He pressed his lips in a thin line, “pretty much.” 

“I must be a shitty profiler,” you half joked.

“Absolutely not,” he said in the most comforting voice. He brushed the hair that had fallen in front of your face behind your ear. 

“You’re an amazing profiler.” 

You smiled that smile he loved so much. The one where you couldn’t hide your joy and your nose crinkled. 

“So, how do you think you’ll spend all those moments with me?” you inquired with a bit of a teasing tone. 

“Doing anything sweetheart,” he answered seriously. He looked at you with awe written all over your face. “I'm ready for anything with you.” 

“in omnia paratus” - ready for anything

Tag asks: @adrienneleclerc @ladybirdbeetle7

[hysteria-things]

can u do a story of like chris sturnolio being a dad ??

UNEXPECTED TURNS

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dad!chris x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: at first, you were devastated to find out that you were pregnant at this age. now, realization hits and turns out it’s not so bad for not only you; but chris too.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: FLUFFY, angst in the beginning, flashbacks, panic attack

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 760

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: IVE BEEN WAITING FOR A REQUEST LIKE THIS I FIND THESE SO CUTE!

was gonna save this for another day but i’m too impatient LMAO

i’m trying to get through my inbox so there should be lots to come! hope you like it anon :)

*flashback*

‘pregnant’

you read the word at least ten times on the test in your violently shaking hand.

a sob leaves your throat as you tremble. “no.” you choke out.

you try your best to grab your phone and text chris, your boyfriend. you need him here, and you need him here now.

“y/n?” his voice echoes through the house. you steadied your breathing, but you’re still a trembling and crying mess on the bathroom floor.

you hear footsteps coming up the steps. “y/n?” he calls out again.

he runs over to the bathroom door and opens it. the panic shoots through your body again when you see him, and you breathe heavily. “i’m sorry.” you say between sobs.

chris worries all over his face. he kneels to you to take your shaky hands in his. “sorry about what? oh my god, what happened?”

you point to the counter where the test is. he knits his eyebrows together and grabs it off the countertop. he scans over it for a few beats before looking into your crying eyes.

he sets the test down, taking his thumbs and trying his best to rub as many tears away. “i’m sorry.” you repeat.

he brings your head into his chest and tries to shush you. “you have nothing to be sorry about.”

he rubs up and down your body in a soothing motion, whispering in your ear. he rocks you from side to side.

his chin is resting on top of your head. “i’m with you on whatever decision you make. you know that right?” he tells you, kissing your head.

you nod. your ear is on his heartbeat, which is strangely calm. you close your eyes to focus on the rhythm, your breathing steadying along with it.

*9 months later*

tears of joy leave your eyes when the doctor carefully places your daughter in your arms. chris held onto your hand tight the whole birth. he rests his forehead on yours and kisses your nose, then the top of your little girl’s head.

“thank you for giving her to me.” you smile at chris.

“are you kidding? you’re the one that went through hell for nine months.” you and him both chuckle. “you’re a warrior, y/n. don’t ever forget that.”

holding your child for the first time is a different type of love. you never want to let them go.

despite both of you being 20, you know you guys can be the best parents to your baby girl.

*now*

chris sighs when he hears your one-year-old in the pack-and-play he set up in the living room. she’s been crying nonstop.

he gets up from the couch and walks over, leaning to get a better view of her. “what is it, little miss?” he says, reaching into the pack-and-play to pick her up.

she stops her crying to look at her father for a split second, but then goes back to the tantrum. “ma-ma.” she cries.

“your mama is taking a nap. she needs to rest.”

that only makes sadie cry harder, and chris tuts. “let’s take a look outside.”

you guys bought a house during your pregnancy, still close to his and your family. it came with a beautiful backyard.

ever since sadie was born, she has been so fascinated by looking outside. it always worked to calm down her little outbursts.

chris turns so his back is facing the glass door. her head rests on his shoulder as she looks at the summer greenery and flowers. her crying immediately stops, and now she’s doing rapid sniffles.

he rubs her back in a soothing circular motion and rocks from side to side. “i don’t like when you’re this upset, little miss. everything’s okay, i promise.”

her cheek rests on his shoulder, her breathing going back to normal.

when it seems to be a little too quiet, he peeks to look at her face, seeing sadie holding on tight to his arm and sleeping peacefully.

he rolls his eyes but smiles. “so dramatic.” he mumbles. “i wonder who you get it from.”

chris walks the sleeping infant into her nursery to set her down in the crib. before doing so, he kissed her on the cheek.

he stays there to admire what’s in front of him. she most definitely has your face and hair, but she has his blue eyes.

this was not a part of the plan in your relationship; at least not this soon. however, you guys wouldn’t want it any other way.

and that’s the beauty of unexpected turns.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

@bunbunbl0gs @lexisecretaccx @thy-mission @angelic-sturniolos111 @sophssturn @mattsneezing @janiellasblog @blahbel668 @meg-sturniolo @hearts4chris @mattslolita @sturnbaby @imwetforyourmom

[hoe4sports]

Two blossoms on a single branch

Ona Battle x reader

Triggers; Post partum anxiety. Angst.

Ona was always very clear on that she wanted to be a mom. She wanted kids, multiple of them. A family, a golden retriever, an suv: the whole shebang. The process from you getting pregnant through ivf wasn’t very long, you got lucky and it sticked on the first try. Or, she sticked. Your sweet daughter, Sofia was born on her duedate a bright sunny day in July. She was the most perfect newborn: she slept through the night fast and would only cry if she was hungry. She was all over just a very happy baby.

That lasted until she was 3 months, and let’s just say; hell broke loose. Your normally happy daughter had started crying at every chance she got. She would only be quiet if she was being rocked in her stroller or if she was being bounced back and forth. Sometimes, bouncing wasn’t even enough. You had spent hours upon hours each night trying to calm her so that Ona would get her sleep as her restitution was a part of her job. Being one of the best footballers in the world had its benefits.

You were pacing in the downstairs living room while walking back and forth between the couch and the kitchen in hopes that it would calm Sofia down. The now 1,5 year old was crying even after food, diaper, cuddlesand bathing. Nothing seemed to help. Her high pitched screaming was awful, and you knew that Ona had been developed postpartum anxiety that she was still working on. It was normal for partners, especially female partners to develope it as they naturally would fear that the baby wouldn’t connect. Ona hadn’t felt connected to the baby since the era of crying had begun. Every time Ona stepped into the room while she was crying, it would only get worse and you wouldn’t be able to calm her down. You were trying your best to support her, but sometimes you wished that you could have some support as you were running on 3 hours sleep every night for the last 9 months.

“Shh, baby, come here, you are okay. Mamma is here, princesa” You shushed as the high pitched screaming started just five minutes after you had put her down sleeping in her stroller. The stroller was where she usually slept best leaving you to have an inside stroller and an outside stroller. The little blonde was red from crying, her icy blue eyes full of tears as she grabbed your arm. You stood up and started rocking her again. Her crying was only escalating, and you were just hoping that Ona wouldn’t wake up. “Baby, mamma dosent know what’s wrong” You said as you tried to adjust her position to a more upright one. You had done everything we could; taken her to a bunch of doctors, chiropractors and therapists. Nothing was wrong with her, she was just fussy. You brushed her hair back from her face as it was drenched in tears. “Ai, mamma wishes she could understand you better, preciosa” you said as you walked towards the kitchen hoping that she was wanting her bottle. It was more of a comfort than a source of food as she was getting older, but she was still taking it. You pressed the baby brezza. The machine buzzed as the milk was mixed and warmed at the perfect temperature. You grabbed the bottle and tested it on your arm before taking it with you to the living room. You sat up in the big larger chair and supported your daughter on a pillow as you offered her the bottle. She thankfully accepted it as she kept drinking making the cutest whines you could ever imagine a baby making. Everytime she stopped crying, you were reminded of how sweet she was and how much you loved her.

The clock was now 6.30 and Ona entered the living room. You quickly gestured for her to not talk as Sofia had finally settled down. When Sofia would finally sleep, you wouldn’t dare to move. “Hi” you whispered as she shoot you an apologetic smile while slipping into the bathroom. You frowned. You missed your wife. You missed how she kissed you on your forehead, how she could hug you, how she would hold you and how she would cuddle you when you went to bed. Life hasn’t really allowed for any of that lately. Sofia wasn’t at a place where you could bring her to the trainings as she only cried. You loved being a football player, but you loved being Sofia’s mamma more so going back to work was paused.

After some time, Ona reappeared from the bathroom as she was fully dressed to go to work. “No breakfast, grabbing something at the arena” she said as she kissed your forehead and walked fast towards the door. “Baby?” You asked as she stopped with her back towards you holding tightly on to the door handle. “Mmm?” She responded, not turning around. Almost like a deer in the headlights. Sofia then woke up and turns her head towards her mami while blinking slowly. “Que, mi-» Ona started before she looked at Sofia in horror. “Ai, no-“ she said again as she was cut off by the familiar sound of Sofia fussing while she was looking at her mami. Her little lips forming into a pout as her feet was kicking and her hands were reaching towards Ona. Ona quickly walked out the door before saying “sorry” as she left. When the door closed, Sofia was once again screaming. “Ai, mi princesa, what’s wrong” you cooed as you tried to cradle her in your arms. It didn’t work as she only became more wiggly, and you were forced to put her down to give yourself a minute to breathe. She had been walking for a few months, so as soon as you, put her down she shot up while launching unsteadily towards the door only to fall on her butt when she tried to reach the doorknob. “Mama” she said as she started crying. You sighted and walked towards her to pick her up. “NO, Mama! Mama!” She screamed as she tried to throw herself backwards. “Baby, I’m here, mamma is here” You said as you catched her and leaned her body into you and she grabbed your sweater with all the might that her tiny fists could hold. “Mama” she cried as you stood confused while bouncing her back and forth in the living room. You stopped in front of the window to see Ona pull out of the parking lot in her Mercedes. You could hear Sofia fumbling with something behind your back as if she was playing with the shelf. “Baby, be caref-“ you said as you shifted her position to sit on your hip. Except she had something in her hands. A frame of you and Ona before Sofia was born. Ona holding your waist as you laughed together. Your absolute favourite picture of you together.

The little girl pointed to the picture as she sniffled. “Mama” she said as she pointed and hugged the frame into her body. You sat down with her in the couch and grabbed the picture as you held it up infront of her. “that’s Mamma” You said as you pointed towards you. “And that’s Mami” you said as you pointed towards Ona. Sofia sniffled as she wiped her nose with her hand before pointing towards Ona. “Mama” she said as you took a look at her and realised that she was trying to talk. “Mamma” you said as you pointed to yourself. “Mami” you said as you pointed towards Ona. “That’s mamma and Mami” You repeated as she sniffed. “Mami” she mumbled as you started at her in shock. “Yes Sofia! Mami, that’s right! Estas mami!” You said as you cheered, Sofia almost immediately clapping for herself. It was the first time that Sofia had been able to separate mamma from mami and you couldn’t be more proud as I wished that Ona would be here for it.

Later that day you tried to feed Sofia lunch after her midday nap. She wasn’t having it throwing the soft boiled paprika to the ground before the potatoes and the carrots followed. She cried, and cried, and cried and cried and cried. You let out a sight as you picked her up. “Preciousa, mamma knows that you are hungry” you said as you looked at her while she was crying. You closed your eyes and let out a sighed before taking a couple of deep breaths like the therapist had advised Ona to. “Okay preciousa, how about mamma make you some porridge, si?” You said as you reached over to the little girl and picked her up. She was still crying, but not as bad as before. It had probably something to do with the smell of the familiar porridge spreading around the house. It was one of the few things she liked, and it was the same porridge Ona had grown up with. The smell of milk, oats and cinnamon was wrapping your house in a feeling of bliss, comfort and familiarity. As the porridge was done, you buckled Sofia into her chair again before feeding it to her. She was luckily eating this time, but you could see that the exhaustion was taking its toll on her. You picked her up and got her all cleaned off as you headed towards the living room. Originally, you had wanted to keep her toys in her playroom but motherhood was rough and toys were now in every room. You sat Sofia down as she reached for her train. It was a blue train that Ona got her for her first birthday. She loved the train and would always bring it to bed when you tried putting her down for the first time at night. After a good 20 minutes of Sofia playing soundly on the floor giving you some well needed time to refresh your mind: the lock in the door clicked. Your eyes shot up as you immediately got scared. Ona was at practice and all of your family were busy. You grabbed Sofia terrified of whoever was behind the door. You held Sofia close as she looked up at you and was feeding off of your nervous energy. Your hand searched for your phone to be ready to dial for help as you gulped. The door-handle suddenly twisted and Sofia started her high pitched crying when she saw the face behind the door. It was Ona that had been told to go home early as she seemed exhausted. Sofia cried as she screamed and Ona looked like she was about to fall apart in the middle of the hallway. Sofia screamed as she reached her arms out and threw herself back in your arms trying to wiggle loose.

Then it hit you like a brick. Like a train. Like a trailer. As if the sky had just fallen down. Sofia wanted Ona. She wanted mami, not mamma. She was missing mami, and her little heart was longing for her mami’s warm touches. Sofia and Ona had a good relationship before the crying started, and you were just now able to put two pieces together. You sat down Sofia on the floor as you stood up and looked at Ona. Ona gulped as the toddler was stumbling towards her terrified of what would happen and her hand instinctively reached for the door. “Ona, stay.” You commanded as your daughter made her way towards Ona. She reached her front and stood at Ona’s legs trying to be picked up as she cried. Her little arms reaching up to Ona as she wanted to be close. “Mami,mami!” She yelled as Ona closed her eyes and took a breath while once again, looking like she was about to break down. She took a step a side causing your daughter to fall on her butt making her cry even louder. “She wants you” Ona said as she ushered towards the staircase and your master bedroom. You sighted as you picked up Sofia, and just as you were about to try and soothe her; you decided that it was time to try something new.

You walked after Ona with the screaming baby in your arms. Ona was sitting on the bed, her face in her hands while she was sobbing. Sofia stopped crying as she looked nervously at you. “Mami” she said as she pointed towards Ona. “Si princesa, estas mami, Mami is feeling sad. Maybe you wanna give her a cuddle, si?” You said as you slowly moved towards Ona scared that she was gonna leave again. You sat down next to her on the bed as your daughter sobbed. “Ona, what does Sofia call me?” You asked as Sofia sobbed in your arms. “Mamma” Ona responded still with her face hidden. “Si, and what is she saying?” You asked as you tried to console Ona. “Mamma” Ona said as she looked up at you, eyes red from crying. Just as you were about to continue your rambles, Sofia reached her arms for Ona and got out of your grip leaving her to bolt at Ona. “Mami, Mami” she cried as she grabbed the fabric of Ona’s sweater tightly, like she was scared that she would leave again. “She’s saying Mami” you said as you looked at Ona who wasn’t able to put the pieces of the puzzle together even thought you were basically giving her all the clues. “Mami” Sofia muttered as she frowned and sat down on her butt after not getting any attention. Ona’s eyes lit up as it finally clicked. She looked down at Sofia and instantly grabbed the little girl holding her close like she did when she was a baby. Sofia’s big blue eyes met Ona’s and a small smile formed on her face as she closed her eyes and relaxed. “Ona, she wants you. That’s why she’s crying. She wants her mami.” You said as you rubbed Ona’s back. You could see tears forming in Ona’s eyes as she studied the little girl suddenly seeing how eyes were icy blue, just the the most beautiful glacier she had ever seen. How her skin felt like the most expensive silk she had ever touched. Her finger traced her noce as she saw the little ski jump nose already making its mark on her face. The roses in her cheeks making her look so vulnerable. “Baby, mami’s here. Mami is so so sorry, but Mami is here now. Mami is never gonna disappoint you again, princesa. Mami is gonna get better, for you and for mamma.” She said as Sofia’s body finally relaxed and drifted off to sleep. You looked at Ona who looked like she had just discovered oil. She looked over at you as tears were forming in her eyes. “I’m sorry, mi amor. I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m gonna take the week off, and we can have time together as a family. I haven’t been the best mami, but I’m gonna try to figure this out for you, for us. I’m sorry for diss-“ you cut her off with a kiss knowing this was finally it. Ona was finally ready to try to connect with her daughter again.

[louellen-themagicgirl]

Not all of your children are traumatized! I’m just fine!

You’re handing out adoption papers like candy on Halloween

Mhm. I'm collecting traumatized children like Pokemon cards. Please don't tell Dos-Kun yet. Or do. Do whatever!

[kairiscorner]

married life. — kento nanami x spouse!reader (part 1)

summary: he'd give up his old habits and more just to see you smile, be with you for a little longer, and make you the happiest person in the whole damn world; he's your husband for that very reason. pairing: nanami kento x spouse!gn!reader genre: tooth-rotting fluff !! content warnings: mentions of slight alcoholism author's note: i saw that fanart of nanami that i reblogged and my mind just came up with all kinds of shit for him. i loved him for 6 months straight, I WANNA GET BACK THERE, LET ME LOVE HIM FOR 6 MONTHS MORE !!

kento nanami comes home from his dead-end, nowhere 9 to 5 job, exhausted and in need of rest. about a year ago, all he had to comfort him was a bottle of pricey wine that he indulged in every end of the month or so, not minding it was nearing its expiry date. he only had store-bought bread and whatever melodramatic soap opera was on TV to entertain him.

kento nanami was indeed, lonely; he was well aware of his own loneliness and needed nobody to point that out for him. it always made him feel worse whenever anybody would say how handsome he is or he's not getting any younger and that he has to settle down at some point.

kento nanami was never the jealous type, though whenever he'd hear word about a coworker of his or whoever getting married and being invited to the ceremony, he'd always feel a kind of pang in his heart, knowing he could never have that kind of life.

kento nanami had given up all hope of finding the right person, none of the people he had met recently were anything he felt connected to (or could even start a conversation with).

kento nanami used to clutch his wine bottle at night, hiccuping in a drunken state as the dialogue from the characters on the late night soap opera on TV was fading from his senses and sleep had come to finally take him away.

kento nanami however, gets woken up in the middle of the night to the feeling of warm hands on both sides of his face; hearing a soft, gentle voice call his name as he grumbles and groans.

kento nanami hears a giggle ring throughout his ears as he's being helped up by soft hands. "kento... if you were that tired, you could've asked for my help, love." you chided him gently as he hummed in confusion.

kento nanami sighed as he tried to stand up. "my... spouse isn't gonna like... that you're helping my drunk self off the couch... right now..." he said as he nearly staggered, but you aided him up as you nearly carried him up the stairs. "they don't want to see... me drinking anymore... but i can't help it, i miss them... too much, the alcohol... it brings me closer to them, lets me stay with them a little... little longer in my dreams..." he mumbled.

kento nanami began to tear up lightly as he kept mumbling and muttering about how much he loves his spouse, how much they saved him from a lifetime of loneliness he already accepted was going to be his life. "i can't believe that... that i... i was saved from... growing old all by myself... a miserable, meaningless life... a life without them by them... and i pull this stunt on them after... promising i'd be better... it didn't make me feel any better, it made me feel sadder." he confessed to you as you got him up to your shared bedroom and laid him down on the bed.

kento nanami sobbed as he kept going on and on about his beloved spouse, how he wants to be better and that they've looked forward to the day when he could spend one evening without him being passed out on the couch from the habit he had yet to get rid of him drinking himself to sleep before he got married.

kento nanami felt loving hands stroke his hair and shush him, kissing his temples as he tried to say sorry to his spouse. "please stop kissing and holding me... my spouse'll be sad... i wanna see them so bad..." he whispered as you chuckled. "kento, i am your spouse." you tell him as you felt over his ring finger, the two of you wearing the rings you both slid on each other on the day of your wedding.

kento nanami blinked his tears away in realization, and his face scrunched up even more as he began to sob harder. he wrapped his arms around your waist and cried into your shoulder, apologizing that he should've squared up, he shouldn't have let you down, but you shushed him and told him with a comforting voice that it was okay. "it's hard to get out of a habit, love... i know that. i'm not angry, i'm not disappointed... i'll stay with you forever, kento, you don't need to keep that in your dreams. i'll always be with you." you promised him as you kissed the top of his head, with him thanking you and kissing your cheeks, his tears wetting them as he muttered how in love he is with you, how he'll work on this starting tomorrow, but for now... all he wants to do is hold you in his arms and sleep with you, just lay here on the bed with you in his arms and with his heart beating in harmony with yours.

[lillaydee]

Matchmade Part 9

Millionaire! Joel Miller / Reader

Having experienced traumatic, life altering events, a freshly divorced Joel worked to repay his debt to the person he owed his life to.

@peelieblue @feenoire @vickie5446 @liciafonseca

WARNINGS:

Good Parent Joel (The Last of Us), Soft Joel (The Last of Us), Joel Needs a Hug (The Last of Us), Joel Lives (The Last of Us), Protective Joel (The Last of Us), Alternate Universe - No Cordyceps Outbreak (The Last of Us), Character Death, Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut.

SERIES MASTER LIST

Part 8

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That Sunday you drove into town to a popular brunch place, greeted by a very excited Julie and Jimmy. Cece had gone next door to get something she had ordered for her sister’s birthday, and Julie wanted to introduce the rest of you to someone special. The three of you sat waiting for the others, making jokes about the old days, reminiscing being young and carefree. Julie had found a picture from Halloween years ago, and the three of you laughed your heads off at how gawdy you looked as a teenager. Julie’s phone rang, and the place was too noisy for her to hear anything. So she went outside, one finger in her ear, trying to listen to the caller.

Joel and Sarah walked in. Sarah had begged him for more French Toast, but he didn’t want her to bother you with it, being a Sunday and all. She had French Toast two days in a row, but of course, he didn’t have the heart to tell her no. He had heard of this place and decided to give it a try. Just as he sat down, he heard your laugh. His heart fell at the sight of you and a handsome man laughing and clutching at each other, clearly having a good time looking at something on the table, your heads almost together, shoulders shaking in unison. This must be Jimmy, he thought.

Sarah turned to see what he was looking at and wanted to go to you. He stopped her, telling her they shouldn’t bother Miss Addie today. She’s with her friend. Sarah looked as if she was thinking for a while.

“Daddy what’s a boyfriend?”

He stiffened. He didn’t know how to answer. He felt like his heart was in his throat, and he would surely vomit if he did. Did you talk to her about this? Did you tell her about this Jimmy? Oh, God, it’s true isn’t it? You had a boyfriend and it’s this Ken-like man who you seemed to be having a good time with.

He was still figuring out how to answer her when she squealed at Julie, who just walked back in. Julie gave her a quick hug and smooches, before asking Joel if they were waiting for anyone. He said no, just the two of them.

“Well come join us! Come on!”

And before Joel could say no, she had scooped Sarah out of her chair and brought her over to you and this perfect specimen that was your boyfriend. Sarah clung on to you as Joel hesitantly made his way to your table. You face lit up into a wide smile when you saw him, while Jimmy gestured to the staff to tell them your number had increased.

You introduced him to Jimmy, who couldn’t help himself. He placed his arm around your shoulder and shook Joel’s hand sternly, “Her boyfriend, Jimmy,” he said.

The resigned look on Joel’s face gave you pause. Was he… upset? At the thought of you having a boyfriend?

When Jimmy burst into laughter, you couldn’t help but laugh along. Julie was in bits.

“I’m just kidding. We’re just old friends, I’m her ex – amicable,” Jimmy sat back down, wiping his eyes at Joel’s befuddled expression.

Cece walked in, and he introduced her, his fiancée, to Joel, he told her, his head tilted towards you. She seemed to have clocked his message, a huge, impressed smile on her face.

Did you imagine it, or did he seem… relieved?

“So you are not Miss Addie’s boyfriend?” Sarah asked.

Jimmy laughed, and said no.

“So Daddy can be Miss Addie’s boyfriend?”

The whole table went silent, a subtle smile on Jimmy, Cece and Julie’s faces. Joel was trying really hard to subtly shush his daughter, his ears turning red from embarrassment.

You looked Sarah straight in the eyes.

“Can I ask you something?” She nodded. “What do you think a boyfriend is?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. No one tell me. I ask, but no one tell me. But Ben ask if he can be my boyfriend. So, can Daddy be your boyfriend?”

The whole table laughed at this adorable little girl’s try at using a big word she didn’t understand. Joel laughed too, relieved that she didn’t really understand what she was asking.

Wait, Ben, her public enemy number 1 asked if he could be her boyfriend?

Please… don’t let his three-year-old have a boyfriend before he could have the courage to ask you out.

But wait, you didn’t answer. Can he be your boyfriend, or not?

**********

Turned out, Tess was the mystery guest Julie was eager to introduce to everyone. Apparently they had been seeing each other quietly these past few weeks. Joel watched his best friend sit with her new girlfriend, looking so happy and relaxed. She deserved this. She had worked hard all her life, she’d been there for him throughout his struggles, always looking out for him, it’s time she has someone all to herself.

Tess, Julie, Cece and Jimmy, on the other hand, were all looking at the way Joel was looking at you entertain his daughter, Sarah sweetly telling you that she liked the French Toast you made better while you, looking so touched, smothered her with hugs and kisses, her giggles music to his ears. Tess had never seen him this besotted with anyone. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you. That look he had, a yearning one – in all the years she had known him, she had never seen him look at anyone like that. Not even Liz. She knew from the moment she saw the two of you together at the hotel that he was crushing on you. Just a gut feeling, one that someone who had known him for all their conscious life would have.

Tommy felt it too. He told Tess his suspicions when Joel followed your every move as you moved around the buffet with his eyes. Tommy also clocked him smiling like an idiot every time you texted him updating him of Sarah’s activities throughout the days at the conference. When he teased his brother about it, he claimed he was just smiling at Sarah’s antics, but Tommy knew. His big brother, who had made sacrifices for him, just so that he could go to college, and later introduced him to the love of his life. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for Joel.

Tess and Tommy were no fans of Liz. They had always suspected that she was too cold for someone like him. The first time she left him, she right out told him she has no interest coming home to someone smelling like fish. He didn’t come back from the sea for months after that, not wanting to run into her at all, taking gig after gig, working himself to the bones to get her out of his head. They had to watch as he, despite their advice, took her back in, again and again, until she finally ran him ragged and divorced him after spending his hard-earned money like drinking water. That incident at the hospital almost led to Tommy choking her to death, if not for Joel crashing.

Both of them had expressed to Joel after the sentencing that they wished he had never met her. Joel looked at them both and said one word.

Sarah.

The light of their lives. The little girl who was just so positive, so innocent, so happy, yet so neglected by the woman who gave birth to her. And now, watching you treat Sarah like she’s the most important person in the world, had clearly gotten Joel weak in the knees, and Tess couldn’t find it in her to blame him.

You were the Anti-Liz. Soft, strong, independent… and shockingly, frugal.

Tess was shocked to hear that you hadn’t spent any of Joel’s money on anything other than Sarah when he willingly surrendered one of his credit cards to you. She’s glad, of course, but really? Wow. When Joel told her his plan on offering you the guesthouse, she had been a bit worried, but this past week? He looked rested, as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulder, probably to do with what he promised Allie. And brought a freaking BLT to work for lunch on Friday, proudly showing it off to her, Tommy and Maria, not letting anyone have a bite.

Maybe having you around wasn’t too bad for him and Sarah.

**********

The second week you lived at the new place, your tiny tin can of a car decided not to start immediately every single morning. Funny enough, it started fine when you were at work or the store. You were beyond embarrassed every time Joel’s body stiffened when it wouldn’t start. But hey, it did start eventually, and that’s what’s important, okay?

A parcel arrived at the daycare, containing the potteries you and Sarah had made. She wouldn’t let you open them, telling you we have to wait for Daddy. The rest of that day was spent getting paint off a carpet, a product of finger painting that somehow travelled from the playroom into the office, where Julie had laid out a special Persian runner she had gotten on holiday. Big mistake, you told her, as the two of you scrubbed paint off the corner of the pricey carpet. Never, ever, put expensive carpets that shouldn’t have paint of Playdough on it at a daycare. Shut up and keep scrubbing, she said.

After the cleaning session, as you got Sarah ready to go home, Julie tried to tell you something, but Sarah pulled her by the hand into the kitchen, saying she needed to wash her hand. You heard the two of them whispering but didn’t really want to intrude.

When you got home, Joel was just parking the truck too. Sarah ran to him, and started chattering maddeningly fast at him, he didn’t even have the chance to say hello to you. You went ahead and unlocked the door, and began preparing dinner, the package placed on the kitchen island for him and Sarah to open.

“Miss Addie, come open the box!” Sarah called out.

You wiped your hand on the apron you brought in from your studio and joined them at the island. There were three boxes in that big package. Sarah peeked in the two smaller ones, and gave you and Joel one each, while you passed the bigger one to her. She opened hers first, squealing at the butterfly bowl you had made for her, hugging you so tight she almost fell off the stool. Joel opened his next. It was a huge mug. A wonky one, with the painting of an owl on it. Joel laughed, and kissed his daughter, hugging her tight, thanking her for making such a beautiful mug for him.

You opened yours, also a huge wonky mug with an owl painting. You crooned at her sweetly, saying thank you while kissing her over and over. Wait, she said. She’s not done.

She took the wonky mug she made for Joel and put it together with the wonky one she made you.

Ah…

The wonkiness of the mug was deliberate. They literally joined… at the owls’ hips, which you now realized were supposed to be a male and a female.

Okay, she didn’t make these, did she? All those whisperings and giggling you heard behind the barrier was her plotting with that cunning young staff who was helping her? You thought she finished the mugs a bit too early. Took you forever to get her bowl semi-decently shaped.

You couldn’t look Joel in the eyes. Oh God, you were there when she supposedly made these. What if he thought you had done this on purpose? That you made her gift the two of you these lovey-dovey mugs as part of your sick fantasy? That you were some deranged, love-crazed homeless lady who was lusting after the rich, kind, Adonis of a man that he was?

Which… you had come to realize might actually be true, but that’s beside the point.

He took a few steps closer to you, so close. He was right beside you. You can see Sarah getting excited. You felt his fingers at your chin, lifting your face up, his face so close to yours as he bent closer to your face, his breath on your cheek. You kept your eyes closed, savouring in his smell, the faint whiff of his cologne, his breath…

“You have paint on your cheek,” he said, leaning over you to get a washcloth, and spent a few minutes wiping it off your face, his touch so gentle, his presence so calming.

“Thank you,” you told him, as he took a step back once he’d finished.

He smiled, told you it was no problem, and went into his room to shower and change. You immediately turned towards the grinning Sarah, asking her why she didn’t tell you that you had paint on your face?

“Oops,” she said, an exaggerated ‘sorry, not sorry’ look on her face, before grinning and asking you to help her wash the mugs and bowl for the three of you to use for dinner.

You spent the rest of that day unable to look Joel in the eyes, and left immediately after you had finished cooking dinner, again, using the excuse of a work call to bring a serving back to your place to eat. Cause now, you were convinced that not only did he think you had the hots for him, which, while true, was neither here nor there, but now that you knew how good he smelled, you didn’t trust yourself to be so near him.

Thankfully, he had work dinners for a couple of days that week, or you would have never recovered.

**********

When you and Sarah got home from work that Friday, there was a brand-new car in the driveway. A simple one, nothing ostentatious. You didn’t think anything of it, but when Sarah asked Joel whose car that was, he said it was his, just wanted a smaller car to drive in town, he said. And when your car wouldn’t start again that Saturday as you were leaving to get groceries, he offered the key to the new car for you to drive. You declined, of course, you were not going to drive his brand-new car. Plus, you were worried the car was going to betray you in some way, with all the advanced everything on it. He laughed and offered to go with you. His parents were coming to pick Sarah up, eager to spend some time with her. He wanted you to get used to driving the car, in case you needed to.

He had offered you to take his truck once, but you were convinced you couldn’t see past the console, so you politely declined. Thank God that car of yours started immediately after. This was a normal sized car, so you had no excuse, especially if the tin can gave you issues again.

So off the two of you went, to the store, getting groceries. You drove so slowly he started teasing you about it. The car was surprisingly easy to drive, and you had to admit, was much better than that rusty tin can you had driven since you bought it second hand 14 years ago.

When you got to the store, he took a cart, and pushed it alongside you, while you did the shopping. He had a strange feeling in his chest – he could get used to this. Doing this with you. He had often told himself to not delude himself into thinking you would ever feel anything for him, but he couldn’t help but admit to himself how he felt for you. These past two weeks, having you around, cooking for him and Sarah, packing his lunch for him, was not exactly helping him tone down his fantasies. But coming home to a home-made dinner from you, and opening a packed lunch every day, seeing you interact with Sarah, already more of a mother figure to her than his ex-wife had ever been, the fantasies began to etch itself to his bones. Even his fancy work dinners didn’t feel as satisfying anymore. He only wished that you would stay and enjoy the dinners you made with him and Sarah, although he was not going to push.

He had had to hide his face from yours when Sarah joined the mugs together, the cheeky little bugger. But there was a part of him that wished the mugs had been your idea – that maybe he wasn’t alone in feeling the way he felt? But the shy look on your face suggested otherwise, but maybe it was because you did feel something, and was just embarrassed? And when he helped you clean the paint off your face that day, he had to take a really cold shower to get the naughty thoughts out of his head, desperately trying to forget how you smelled, and hearing you breathe so close to him.

You called his name, two pints of ice cream in your hands, snapping him out of his daydream. You were asking his opinion on which ice-cream to get when a familiar voice called out your name.

“Mrs Anders! Oh my God, I’ve missed you!” you gave that woman the tightest hug ever, having not seen her since you left her house due to Tanya’s interference, only resorting to calling her every few days to check on her.

You introduced Joel to her, explaining that this woman literally saved you and Allie so many times over the years. She, aside from your late mom, was also responsible for teaching you how to cook some of the meals you had been cooking for him. He gave her a big hug at that, thanking her for helping him save himself and his daughter from his own nightmare of a cooking skill. You caught up with her a bit, chit-chatting in the dairy isle, laughing and reminiscing while Joel patiently waited, happily listening to stories about you from this wonderful woman who had been so kind to you and Allie, his saviour, over the years.

The happy reunion was interrupted by an exasperated ‘mom’ from the end of the isle, followed by the gunshot-like clicking of some stilettos. An annoyed looking Tanya walked towards her mother, infuriated to see her talking to you, but immediately changed her expressions once she realized Joel was there with you.

Joel immediately went on your defence, pulling you closer to him, remembering the things this woman had said about you all those weeks ago. He had been getting phone calls from her at the office, but his secretary had always managed to fend her off, thank God. Apparently she had tried making appointments with him too, sending him chocolates and flowers, with some ‘romance themed notes’ as his secretary put it. He told her to never entertain anything from Tanya. He had no interest in talking to her ever again.

She gave you the nastiest of looks, enraged that what Sarah said turned out to be true. “So, it’s true then, you two are together? I thought you were better than this, Mr Miller, taking in a rat from the streets to live with your daughter? Whoa…” she began, but her mother turned her cart around and pulled her along, turning around to mouth ‘sorry’ to you. Tanya aggressively pulled her hand away from her mother, shooting you a poisonous glare over her shoulder before finally following her mother.

You and Joel stopped for ice cream after the store. He finally asked you what was going on between you and Tanya. You gave a resigned sigh before answering. You didn’t know exactly. She was your best friend. Until you turned 16 and got together with Jimmy (did his shoulders stiffen at the mention of Jimmy?). She had never showed any interest in him until the two of you got together. And all of a sudden everything became a competition between the two of you, although you were never aware there was one.

When you parents died, she began with her passive aggressive comments. Oh, college was amazing, sorry you couldn’t afford to finish, oh, graduation was a blast, sorry you didn’t graduate. Oh, I got a new boyfriend, sorry you were stuck raising your little sister. Oh, I got a job at the company you worked for, the office, not the floor. Sorry you were stuck with such a low salary; you should’ve put Allie up for adoption and gone to college! You endured it, because you didn’t want things to be awkward with Mrs Anders. She was always kind to you. Tanya was never home; the old lady was lonely. So you and Allie sort of filled in. Tanya didn’t like that. Didn’t help when Allie started school and stayed the few hours after school at their place.

Allie had a smart mouth, you told him, to which he nodded, sounds about right, he muttered, smiling. So as she got older, she would retaliate with Tanya every time Tanya had something nasty to say about you, going all out to defend her sister. That seemed to get Tanya even more riled up, and when Jimmy joined the company (there’s that stiff shoulder again), and she failed to get his attention, she bullied you even more. Thank God everyone knew you enough to know not to believe her.

You ended your story with a shrug, all in a day, you said. It’s just words. She’s unhappy, so she took it out on you. Every word she said was a reflection of her own unhappiness, so you try to not let it bother you.

Joel found himself liking you even more, gazing at you with such admiration you blushed and turned away.

That evening, his parents called to say they were keeping Sarah overnight. She had fallen asleep after playing in the pool all day, and they didn’t want to wake her. He took a deep breath and decided tonight was the night he was going to be brave and take this opportunity to spend more time with you. So he crossed his backyard and knocked on your door, asking you if you would join him for a movie. Maybe we order pizza?

You heartily agreed, happy to spend more time with him. Besides, you were a single lady on a Saturday night, no one was ringing you for a good time. Why not?

He ordered two pizzas and set up the movie. The two of you sat next to each other, eating, drinking and laughing, having a jolly old time. When the pizza was gone, sitting turned into lying, shoulders nearly touching, tummies full from pizza, eyes heavy from the feeling.

That was when the movie turned… heaty.  

You shied away from him a little, trying to find something to do to ease your… ache? Yearning? You settled with wrapping your arm around your torso, anything to keep you from pressing yourself closer to him. He asked if you were cold, and you shook your head a little, but he took the blanket from the back of the couch and threw it over the both of you, shuffling closer to you in the process.

God, his body radiated heat. You gave an unthinkingly big sigh. He turned towards you a little.

“You okay?”

You nodded.

He looked deep into your eyes, shuffling closer to you. You could feel your heart beating in your throat. He called your name softly, taking your chin in his fingers, tilting your head up a little. He leaned in, closer and closer, eyes fixed on yours, and you closed your eyes, as did he, your lips so close to touching you could feel them on you.

Your phone rang, and the two of you jumped away from each other like some children who got caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

He gave you a shy smile as you looked at your screen, showing him that it was Mrs Anders. He nodded that you should answer.

You slid your thumb across your phone and said hello, but instead of Mrs Anders’ usual ‘hello darling’, you were greeted by the sounds of sobbing.

“Addie, it’s Tanya. My mom died.”

---

Part 10

[tessasilverswan]

Jeremy’s backstory: a Theory™

So. Pearl Jam has a song called Jeremy and I listened to it a lot over the summer and it sparked a theory. This has been in my drafts and floating around in my head for months, mostly in chaotic bullet point form, and I figured I’d post it before tgr comes out & then see how wrong I was. I hope it makes sense. Under the cut because it got really fucking long.

@you-know-i-get-itt here it is, but i warned you

What if Jeremy was a problem child™? Undiagnosed ADHD and anger issues, worsened by what happened to his brother and the tight public image rules his stepfamily imposed.

He was a happy and very energetic toddler, but quick to throw temper tantrums. Textbook terrible twos. At 5-6, he was very imaginative, liked to play with toys and tell their stories.

His eldest sibling committed suicide at 14, when Jeremy was 8. It broke his parents’ marriage, or maybe it was already broken and this was just the drop that spilled the glass. They’d married young and in love, after 15 years, they were neither of those anymore. The father moved out of the picture. The mother remarried in less than a year and moved them all from Montana to California when he was about 9. That's the point when kids usually "grow up" a bit and stop being so hyper, but he didn't. The new adults in his life weren't outright mean, but they did chastise him for not staying still at events, or for whispering the stories he made up to his siblings during family dinners. And nobody talked about his brother at all. Every time Jeremy brought him up he was either shushed or ignored. And he still had explosive anger outbursts.

Puberty was worse. He was not good at pretending to listen to the speeches, he always zoned out and started tapping a beat on his thighs and feet. The step-family started treating him like a problem child, wrinkling their noses and treating him as impossible. He still missed his brother, and now he was old enough to understand what had happened, but his mother never wanted to talk about him. He got angry more and more often, which only made the congressman’s family dislike him more. He had been quite obedient as a child, but he started to openly challenge authority figures at school and at home, which landed him in detention with the troublemakers.

His mother's in-laws, and eventually herself, stopped trying to get him to behave better, dismissing him except for when he was required to appear at an event. Then, they threatened to not let him play Exy if he didn't behave. Those were their only interactions. Bryson soon followed, and Jeremy was only on good terms with his other brother and his sister.

At 16, he started to fall in with the wrong crowd, but quietly. He kept good grades, didn’t miss practice, showed up on time and dressed up to the events where his presence was required. Only Annalise, who played Exy too, noticed that he came home back too late from practice; the step-family didn’t pay attention to him as long as his behavior was deemed appropriate. Jeremy was angry, furious most of the time, but learned to keep the anger a secret between him and the mirror, or sometimes a punching bag.

He tried drugs when a friend of a friend offered him some, because he might as well. He’d stopped caring much about anything a while ago, and they sort of made him forget what he was angry about, pushing his brother and the pressure to keep up appearances to the back of his mind and slowing his thoughts. It’d been a long time since he felt so light, and he craved it again. What started with a few joints devolved into hard drugs, though he was discreet; only the family butler caught him once the summer after finishing highschool, but he promised Jeremy not to tell, not knowing the issue didn’t run deeper than a teenager messing around. He was even complicit, which really snapped the final string.

Jeremy had perfected his vacant smile years ago, and he used it indiscriminately with his mother's family, his team, and his friends. It all came to a close at the fall banquet of his freshman year. His mother and step-father had spent hours instructing his already perfect manners and dinner etiquette, because it was his first “public” appearance “on his own” (without the family to keep any possible slips in check). And the Trojan coaches had well-intentionally but repeatedly reminded everyone to be on their very best behavior, deserving of the Kayleigh Day Spirit Award. And Jeremy was high. And he snapped. He punched someone, maybe a Raven, maybe not, maybe there was some taunting, but Jeremy blew up and out of proportion, and it escalated into a multiple-team brawl. The authorities were called; there were some non-serious injuries so a medical team showed up and checked everyone. For some reason they did blood tests and oh surprise, Jeremy Knox, a congressman’s stepson was high as a fucking kite.

The step-family paid A LOT of money to keep it quiet and to prevent Jeremy from getting suspended from playing, even if only because the politician could not afford the scandal. They were up in arms towards Jeremy, got him into therapy + rehab discreetly, threatened to not let him play exy if he so much as talked to the people he’d get high with and, if they’d ignored him before, now it was the most utter disregard of his existence save for a daily renovation of threats.

Even in this situation, therapy helped. Not much, at first, but Jeremy had the incentive of exy to keep attending, and eventually things got a bit better, especially with some meds. The degree he’d picked because it seemed standard enough started to interest him more, he started to connect more with his teammates, and to switch the plastic smile for a more genuine one. Things at home eventually returned to previous levels of indifference, although they still keep a very tight control on all his purchases (he saves the receipts) and he still stays there during the school year, even though he hates it, because every time he asks, they bring up the blood work again.

They wouldn’t actually do it, because of their image, but Jeremy can’t risk it, not when he’s this close to graduating in one of the best teams in the collegiate league. And maybe he doesn’t push it because he still carries all that grief and guilt over his brother, even if none of it was his fault, and a part of him believes it’s his penance.

(i am so sorry if you made it this far)

[bats-and-birds-24]

Chapter 17: Tim Drake Acquires Siblings;

The tearful goodbyes were cut short when it was discovered that Dick lost the keys to the batplane. A frantic search revealed that the key was jammed into the batplane’s door. Jason felt a pang of nostalgia watching Bruce scold Dick for not being careful with the keys, especially since it was found in such a way that anyone could have simply unlocked the plane and taken it for themselves. 

Jason shushed the part of his mind that pointed out that it was very unlike Dick to make such a simple mistake. He decided that it had been a long day and tried not to dwell much further on that point. 

The plane ride back was quiet as the family looked around at each other, exhausted, yet still tense. Dick’s leg was bouncing up and down in anticipation. Anticipation of what, no one knew. 

Tim was getting tired of this trip. Literally every conversation he’s had so far on his quest to bring back Jason was a painful mess of assumptions, misunderstandings, and extremely volatile emotions. In an awkward bid to break the tension, he broke the ice in the most Tim way possible. “So, I found Jason.” 

Bruce sighed and replied, “That you did, Tim, although I don’t know why you didn’t tell anyone else about your plans.”

Tim’s face contorted into a grimace, he wanted to point out all the ways he couldn’t have trusted Bruce, or Dick, or Barbara, or trust that Alfred wouldn’t expose his plans to Bruce. It turns out that he needn’t have worried about explaining his thought process too much as the entire family became distracted by the sound of soft footsteps. 

This was extremely alarming as no one was walking around the plane currently. Their instincts on high alert, they looked around. Dick moved to a defensive stance as Bruce began to unbuckle his seatbelt.

The steps came from the shadows. Damian recognised her first, “Cain?” He warily questioned. 

“Yes.” Answered the void. “Cassandra?” Tim echoed.

Bruce and Dick were were now both standing around confused. On the one hand, there’s an intruder on board, while on the other, they seem to be someone known by both Tim and Damian, and Bruce especially didn’t want to break the just now being re-forged trust between him and Tim and the new and shatteringly delicate trust between him and Damian.

He gave the signal to Dick to stand back.

Cassandra’s slight frame came into view, “I wanted freedom. I leave after plane lands.”

Just as mysteriously as she appeared, she vanished, leaving everyone on the plane in confusion. Dick moved forward, searching the shadows for any trace of the intruder.

Bruce’s reaction to Cass was simple, “Tim, explain.” With two short words, their usual dynamic had returned. Tim began with her background of being a weapon, there was no doubt in his mind that Bruce had already put two and two together and realized that she was being groomed as a child soldier. “How old is she?” he enquired, probing Tim for answers.

As Tim wracked his brain for answers, Damian piped up, “She’s 9!”

Everyone could see Bruce tensing at the exclamation as it sunk in that he was dealing with a child. The gears were already turning in his mind on how to get Talia to give him information about the girl.

Dick could see Damian grow uncomfortable at the silence that followed his statement. He was probably worried that he had said something wrong, for a child that was raised in the league and taught to idolize his father, anything other than outright approval probably felt like a rejection. 

Dick ran his fingers through the 3 year old’s hair. Despite the small child being unnaturally prickly, he leaned into his touch. He seemed touch starved, which didn’t surprise him with Damian’s background.

The remainder of the trip was made in silence as Damian fell asleep, and Tim opened his laptop to check in on any cases in Gotham, along with going over anything he missed during his trip to the league. Dick was still processing his conversation with Jason, and as logical as his argument to remain by Talia’s side had been, he was still hurt, but then again, emotions were rarely rational.

If Dick was going through some emotional turmoil, then Bruce was emotionally destroyed. Meeting Jason had confirmed nearly all of his worst fears. That he had failed in both his duties to Gotham, and more importantly, to his children. 

Jason was right, sure he was tougher on criminals on the street after his death, but what was there to show for it? The hospitalizations of people who were failed by the system while bad men like the Joker got away with a mere slap on their wrist? The fact that in his stupor after failing Jason, he had completely neglected Tim? Not just Tim, but in fact his entire team, his family? Had said one kind word to Barbara after she became paralyzed? Asked Jim how the city was handling the loss of their Robin? And Alfred, did he even try to lessen Alfred’s load after Jason died, not just physically, but emotionally? He lost a grandson too.

The manor could be seen below, Alfred waving up at them, Barbara in her wheelchair by his side. He made up his mind, he has to do better, for the people who have loyally remained by his side for so long. To be someone worthy of being Batman.

He piloted the plane down to the landing strip. He had a lot of amends to make.

[metalmonki]

Objection!

Rafael Barba x fem!Carisi!reader

1k word count

Summary All you wanted was to be a lawyer like your big brother Sonny. So what happens when you get a job working under the famous ADA Rafael Barba

slow-burn, colleague to friends to lovers

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The day had finally come. I had successfully graduated Harvard Law. My Mum, Dad, brother Sonny and sisters Bella, Teresa and Gina had made the trip out of Staten Island to witness the graduation. The youngest of the Carisi clan, I choose to follow Sonny into the criminal prosecution career track. Sonny had recently transferred to the Elite Manhattan Special Victims Unit and was also studying at Fordham Law ‘to make myself a better detective’ he had said. Sonny and I, despite our 11-year age gap, were completely inseparable. He had been the one who got the rest of our family together to be here today. Sonny is the whole reason I was graduating today. He had encouraged me even after Mum and Dad had voiced their disappointment at my choice.

I had barely made it off the stage when Sonny had scooped me up in his arms and began spinning us around. He had the worlds biggest smile on his face and repeated over and over again how proud he was of me. Our parents and sisters soon joined us.

“I’m going to cook a big feast tonight just for you” Mom smiled.

“You always cook a big feast, that’s every meal for you” Dad scoffed.

“Oh shush you cranky old man” Mum swatted at him with open hands.

We all laughed at the pair and walked off to the cars. We had a long drive ahead of us back to Staten Island. After dinner I would then have to drive back into Manhattan with Sonny. I had come here with Sonny yesterday from his apartment in Manhattan and had no choice but to go back there with him tonight. Now I had graduated I had no clue what I was suppose to do. I had been applying for positions in almost every law firm in New York with no luck. I’d even applied for the DA’s office with no success. I knew Sonny would let me live with him for however long it took for me to find my feet. He had insisted on it in fact when I’d moved back to New York last month. This had been Mum and Dads complaint. I would waste my time on a piece of paper that would lead me nowhere. I’d even put in an extra two years on a masters degree just to increase my chances.

“Hay kiddo is everything okay?” Sonny spoke up “You’ve been silent for the last 45 minutes and you look worried”

“Maybe Mum and Dad were right” Was all I could get out.

“About what? Don’t tell me your doubting yourself now” Sonny smiled over at me.

“I spent the whole month applying for positions with no luck, all I’ve managed is a minimum wage bodega job. I can’t rely on you forever Sonny, you have your own life, the woman at work you said you fancy, while I just wasted six years to get a piece of paper that’s turning out to be useless. I wanted to be up there with the greats like Alexander Cabot and Rafael Barba” I sighed picking at my nails.

“Y/N Carisi always worrying” Sonny chuckled “Give it time you’ll get something soon; you don’t need to rush”

“I’m not trying to rush I just don’t like not knowing” I threw my hands up.

But wait I did. For 9 months I applied for any law jobs that came up. I worked my ass off at the bodega, saving every penny I could to get out of Sonny’s flat. Then one day it happened. I had been busy cooking dinner, a simple chicken alfredo, when Sonny basically smashed his way through the door. I hadn’t expected him home until much later. I knew they were having trouble catching the Central Park Strangler as the papers had dubbed him. A horrid man who would stalk lone women in central park, strangle and rape them. Sonny had said he was escalating an attack every night, he hadn’t killed anyone yet but Sonny was sure he would soon. He had made me promise not to leave the flat alone at night until they got the guy. He had left DNA at every scene so as soon as they got him he was going away for life. No chance of a plea bargain, no way to weasel out of it. Sonny had a huge smile on his face as he walked into the kitchen.

“I’m guessing by the smile on your face you caught your guy? That or you finally grew a pair and asked Amanda out and she said yes” I chuckled.

“Yes, well no, but yes” Sonny stumbled over his words while he hung his coat up and took his shoes off.

“Well which is it?” I laughed.

“We caught the guy, Barba had him shipped to rikers an hour ago” Sonny put his brief case on the bench and dug through it producing a manila envelope. “I also got this for you” he handed the envelope to me. 

I wiped my hands off on my apron and took the envelope. I turned it over in my hands taking note of the District Attorneys office logo in the corner. I disregarded it as just being an envelope Sonny had handy. I turned the envelope over once more and unwound the string keeping it closed. Inside was a stack of paperwork maybe 30 pages thick. Written on top of the first sheet in bold letters were the words OFFER OF EMPLOYMENT. I looked up shocked at Sonny before looking back at the papers. We are pleased to offer you a position as an assistant to ADA Rafael Barba at the New York District  Attorney Office.

“Oh Sonny this is amazing thank you”  I pulled him into a hug.

“It was nothing I just called in a favour when I heard Barba needed some extra help”  Sonny chuckled “All you need to do is fill in the forms and drop them off to Barba tomorrow. He says he’ll in his office from 3 onward”.

“I’ll fill them in first thing but for now lets eat!”.

“Oh you mean the food that’s burning on the stove?” Sonny chuckled.

“Shit!” I spun back to the stove but it was pointless the chicken had already started turning black and the pasta was almost boiled dry.

“I’ll order out and you can trying to salvage my pot and pan” Sonny laughed walking off phone in hand.

[lixie-phoria]

ੈ✩‧ 🎀🩰 ➛ everything's going to be okay

genre : fluff, angst with a happy ending

warnings : descriptions of parental neglect

an : not my best writing :/ (+ his brother's name is haru)

lee know had been so excited. he'd been ecstatic, in fact, when his parents broke the news to the two of you. he loved you with all his heart, so finding out he was having another sibling sent him on cloud 9.

until he wasn't so excited anymore.

his younger brother was everything; the most adorable little baby he had ever seen. but he was a lot of work.

lee know remembers coming home from school one day, the widest grin stretched across his face as he ran up the stairs, with you just barely managing to keep up.

"omma! look!"

"shhh, not now."

he skid to a stop at the door frame, watching his mother rock his brother's cradle, trying to put the crying baby to sleep.

"but i have something to tell you."

"later, minho. can't you see i'm busy?"

the excitement drained out of him, but he nodded nonetheless.

it's ok. his younger brother needed to be looked after right now. he could tell her some other time.

he managed a small smile as you clutched onto his hand from behind, leading him away from the scene.

"it's ok," you mumbled softly, jumping over the toys scattered across the floor.

"but i was so excited to tell her about the dance competition," he grumbled, letting out a yelp as his foot landed on a lego and he was immediately shushed again.

"i know."

minho's eyes searched the audience for any familiar face. his spirits plummeted when he couldn't find any.

they had promised. his parents had given him their word. they said they would make it. then why weren't they here?

it was the dance competition. the same one he'd been so excited about. the same competition he'd been talking about for over two weeks. but somehow his parents seemed to have forgotten.

he had to ask a friend's mother for a lift home that night.

"minho-ah, you did so well!"

his ears perked up when his mother greeted him at the door, ruffling his hair.

"you were there?"

"of course! i wouldn't miss your performance for anything."

"why didn't i see you at the end of the program?"

"we had to come home early because of your father's work."

oh. maybe he had been overreacting, after all.

"did you like the cart wheel i did?"

"yes! you made me so proud."

nevermind.

the seven year old tried to smile as genuinely as he could, but gods he felt terrible. there had been no cart wheel. his mother had lied.

that night he tried to be as quiet as possible as he cried into his pillow, but when he heard your soft footsteps padding across the hallway towards his room, he sighed.

"oppa?"

"go away."

you were his younger sister. he didn't want you seeing him like this. but you slid into the covers beside his anyways, staring at him with sad, innocent eyes.

"i really wanted to watch you perform," you whispered in the silence of the night.

"then why didn't any of you come?"

"omma got busy. haru was having one of his tantrums again, it took all 3 of us to calm him down."

"oh."

lee know felt terrible. partly because he had really wanted his family to be there for his performance, and partly because in that moment he couldn't help but wish that his parents had never decided to have another kid. he loved his baby brother, but everyday he felt like his parents were slipping away from his grasp. things had never been like this when you were a baby.

"i'm sorry," you mumbled. "i know you did well. you always do."

minho hoped his smile was convincing enough as he reached across his pillow to link your hands together.

"thanks, y/n."

"but i want to have a party!"

"your brother is sick! how can you think about a birthday party at a time like this?"

the seven year old furiously wiped the tears from his eyes.

it was his eighth birthday. he wanted to have a birthday party like any normal kid his age. he wanted to call over his friends. he wanted to cut a cake and blow out the candles. he wanted people to sing for him as he cut into the cake. he wanted his old life back.

"but-"

"you can have a birthday party next year. no more discussion on this."

the boy didn't have it in him to fight back anymore. he ran back to his room, sobbing at how unfair his parents were being.

when he slammed the door shut, he wasn't surprised to see you sitting on his bed. this had happened more times than he could count over the past few weeks.

he would fight with his parents. they would send him back to his room. he would cry. you would comfort him. repeat.

"oppa-"

"why are they acting like this?"

he knew the answer just as well as you did.

haru. your younger brother haru.

minho knew bringing up a child was not easy. it was stressful. it wasn't entirely his parents fault. but he just wanted things to go back to how they were before. back when he could hold the attention of his parents for longer than just a few minutes.

"the two of us can go for ice cream instead?" you suggested, making space for him as he climbed into the bed.

"if they let us."

"they will."

he looked down to see you staring back at him determinedly.

"and if they don't, we will sneak out. it's your eighth birthday and we have to celebrate!"

"look at you. already becoming rebellious, huh?"

hearing you giggle made him feel better. only a little bit, but better nonetheless.

when he woke up the day after tomorrow, freshly turned eight, you were the first to wish him, running into his arms the second he stepped out of his room, a hand-made card clutched in your fist.

"i made you a card!"

minho smiled at the little cats you had drawn, the banner you had neatly scrawled happy birthday in and the chocolate taped inside.

"you're welcome!" you yelled, not waiting for his acknowledgement and ignoring your mother who shushed at you.

and somehow, minho felt lighter. he could feel a genuine smile pulling at his lips for the first time in months as he stared at your excited face.

yes, things were hard right now. yes, it would take some time before they would go back to normal.

but if you were trying, despite being in the same position as him, then he decided he would too.

he had you, and that made everything better.

©lixie-phoria, 2023

🏷️ @foxinnie8

[titan-senpai]

The Pearl of my life

A/N; Since i'm taking a break of Neteyam i figured it was time to give Ao’nung more love <33 Okay no Angst this time , might make this into a mini series tho- ( I have an headcanon that if a na'vi asks a navi to be their mate they go on one knee kinda like proposing..and alot more buy yall are going to see it obvi loll) Maybe a few spelling mistakes loll

Ao’nung x Metkayina F pregnant reader

~ Y/N a Quiet girl who didnt like drama and avoided any drama and guy who asked for her hand… How did she end up with the Olo’eyktans son? You ask me lolll.

Years ago Ao’nung noticed a girl sitting by the water while his group laughed and played with a group of Kids.. That girl stood out. A lot of people knew her as the odd quiet one, But they did notice her beauty and so did a lot of young warriors.. but she rejected every one she came by.. till she finally faced Ao’nung years later… At age 15 they connected like soulmates even though Y/N didn't like to talk a lot to strangers. Surprisingly she was talkative and nice. She was just shy with new people.. but soon with the help of Ao’nung she started talking more.

years later Ao’nung asked for Y/N hand to be her mate..She said yes in a heartbeat… at 19~ let’s see how the lovely young couple is doing.

~Year 2174.. 

“Will You be my mate?” He asked Going down on one knee, holding her hand on his forehead, Closing his eyes, waiting for an Answer. “Oh.. Nung.. Yes..” Moving her hand to cup his face.

As he stood up Putting their foreheads together “Always..” Y/N smiled as tears fled down her cheeks.

The news broke through the clans even through some neighboring clans, “You sure you want him??” Lo’ak Laughed about it “Shush child I’m happy to have another daughter” Ronal patted Lo’ak on his shoulders ``it will be your turn soon” Y/N smiled Pointing at Tsireya and Lo’ak as they both blushed in union. “Who knows in the future but let’s focus on you two now shall we.” Tonowari said glaring at Lo’ak with a protective father look.

~A month later Ronal Convinced her son to mate with Y/N tonight.. The moon was perfect, everything was calculated by her and tonight was it. you were going to be his.. and he was going to be yours

Like the Omatcaya have the tree of voices the metkayina have a Cave of Voices, covered in Colorful corals and crystals, symbols on the inside of the cave with some glowing crystals.. as you made the bond for the first time everything felt new and it felt out of this world.. that was the night when 2 souls danced as 1 for the first time..

~9 Months passed quickly now holding a Baby navi boy that you just gave birth to 10 mins ago

ronal said hello to her first Grandson.. "He looks exacly like ao'nung when i had him.." She smiled waving her finger around so that he would hold her finger in his tiny hands " He is pretty cute, let's just hope he wont end up having his personality.." I smiled as she laughed at my comment "I'm sure he wont" as she stood up from the bed "I'll let him in now goodluck." She smiled opening the door "You can go see her now" before she could say anything Aonung flew by his mother to see his child. "Shush dont make so much noise." i placed a finger over my lips shushing him. as he gulpted and sat down next to me. "Meet your father.." I handed him over to Ao'nung helping him hold the baby.. " Hello there son, Ive been waiting for you for a while now.. cant believe how strong your mother is.." he said smiling as he played with him. soon the rest followed Tsireya,Tonowari, Roxto, and the sully's oh and aonung's now 4/5 year old baby brother Zani't ( Random name)

everyone said hello and had some time with the precious baby, but soon everyone left and it was just the 2 of you or should i say 3 of you "You got a name yet? " I smiled looking down at the baby peacefully sleeping in my arms "Ao'nung Jr?" He joked " I wil not call our child ao'nung Jr, No way " I slapped him on his neck "Ow-owh okay okay how about..Käioe?" "Käioe? I like it." i smiled as he kissed my cheek "Käioe it is"

"Our little family was finally starting..."

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[crzzybby]

I see WAY too much incest in the pro ship community and not enough kid / teen x older father figure. and when I do see it its always bland horny paragraphs about being groomed that you can clearly tell were typed with one hand and nutted halfway through, losing interest. I get it sister x sister or wtv.. but can we talk about strong emotional bonds and slow burns between a closed off angry traumatized boy and his older male parental figure.

my friends are like aayaylala! And I’m like bro…… can we talk about the like political and economic state of the world right now? 😐 (slash quote)

mention of fictional SA / Fluff between my OC x Captain Price ╰┈➤ ♡

I have an oc (who I also split as a fictive), who’s a 14-15 year old French soldier and was practically raised and abused in boot camp since he was 9 years old after his mother died. he was trained to act older than he was and bottle up his emotions, so he has an extreme fear of vulnerability. He was beaten and r*ped by his lieutenant, so he has scars and marks all over his body and hates showing them. He was transferred to the 141 (COD oc oopsi!) at 14 for his incredible skill, and simply the fact the lieutenant couldn’t harbor him at the camp for much longer, and wouldn’t talk or interact with anyone. he was quiet, stern and kept to himself. He’d talk back to his teammates and push them away. After several months of Price pushing and trying to get Pierre to open up he broke down sobbing in his arms while price cooed and reassured him

“there you go, kiddo.. I’ve got ya..” shushing and holding the back of his head while he buried his face in his chest, hitting him angrily as he sobbed but price made no effort to stop him, letting the poor boy use him as an outlet 🩷

IM EXPLAINING THIS VERY LAZILY I could talk about them for hours I’ve written so much

I love love love kid / teen x Father figure fluff please please please we need more of it

reblog and share your fluff. I’m desperate

[softlymaximoff]

Own My Mind

18+ ONLY! MEN & MINORS DNI (blank blogs will be blocked you do not have my permission to republish my work onto any platform.

A/N: listen to the song, lyrics are in italics

Summary: Wanda is one of the many supernatural beings hiding out in the outskirts of town. Ranking her position as a female priest in the community church, she gets a surprise visit from an enemy who slowly becomes her new favourite religion.

Characters: Dark!Priest!Wanda, Gn!Reader

Warnings: religion talk both good and bad (?), mentions of death, magic play, mind control, mind manipulation, semi-dubcon (if you squint), dumbification, branding, fingering (r receiving), choking.

Word Count: 1.5k

You had never really considered yourself to be a religious person. You father always telling you that the only religion you’ll be practicing is hunting down those supernatural beings. For years you had been praised for your captures and relied solely on his constant affirmations. There wasn’t ever a time where you thought you would become the captured. The hunter became the hunted.

It was the particularly odd shaped cathedral-like shelter, a little off the grid from everyone else that reeled your curiosities in. At first you thought nothing but an abandoned church, you know the usual old stained glass panels, a few of them cracked from the soft kisses of the unforgiving weather. Marble floors that had a pearl shimmer all throughout and last but most certainly not least, a single candle lit up at the altar.

“You shouldn’t be snooping, hunter” the voice was cold, shallow and grey. “No, I'm not even superstitious, but I'm feeling you're something vicious” you replied in a similar tone and chills littered your skin. “What’s a hunter doing in an outcast zone” a brunette came out into the light and the first thing that caught your eye was the small cross dangling from her neck. Something not uncommon to the supernatural. A yearning for sense of normalcy fell upon most of these beings and who were you to judge honestly. Feeling a little cocky you decide to stalk her further into her little hiding spot and mumble out a snarky remark. “Well, I don't know your secrets, I'm no visionary, I don't know your story, but I like what I see”

“Oh you’re quite the talker? Say have you ever been on your knees for the lord above?” Her green eyes glimmered in the fractured light and your breath hitched. “I’m a hunter for things like you. I don’t believe in religion. Things like you shouldn’t exist” you mumbled and stepped back as she finally came out in a strip of pink and red stained light. “Oh but we do. We have been for years. On the contrary, things like you shouldn’t exist. What kind of human finds the desire to hunt another living being. That surely isn’t a being of our father” she eyed you predatorily and you stumbled back.

“Come here Sundays and you’ll see just what you’re missing out on. That truly is Gods creation. Meet me by Lucifer’s statue at the back of the cathedral, Sunday at 9” she finished off and exited the room, her eyes casting you one last red-hued glance.

That was seven months ago.

By now you had been coming every week to entertain this community and things had been tense in the beginning. Three weeks after joining community hall, your father had gone missing and not once had the woman -you now knew as Wanda- mentioned your father. It shouldn’t have raised concerns as the two of you never really spoke about family until she had mentioned a specific detail that made you freeze.

“You what?!” You whisper yelled as she shushed you with a hand over your mouth. “Shut the fuck up and don’t act all surprised” she growled and pulled you out of the busy community hall. “Wanda you can’t just tell me this and expect me to be okay with it!” You ripped yourself away from her hold and pushed against her chest. Her eyes narrowed and turned their deep red as you fought against her. “Calm down. Let me explain” she threatened and your mind loosened it’s grip on reality a little bit.

This was another thing she had slowly begun doing as you hung out more with these communities. Every now than again she would turn your mind just that little more dumb and you couldn’t help but submit under those velvet orbs. “Y/n, Y/n, Y/n, you might be the answer to the sinner in me” she traced a delicate finger along your arm and you shuddered. “Your father was getting awfully close to figuring us out. The supernatural doesn’t have to be feared. Our father above loves us for who we are, not for what we aren’t” she stilled her voice her eyes turned a darker red.

“Wha- Wanda no. That’s not how life works you can’t- you can’t just kill someone because you don’t like them!” you replied incredulously and she brought her hands up to your neck, resting one along your jaw and one behind your head. “Oh but we can. You see, in our world, it’s survival of the fittest my angel. You father just wasn’t fit enough” she shrugged innocently and tangled her fingers in your hair, leaning down to plant a chaste kiss on your neck.

With her magic slowly seeping into your mind, your knees buckled against hers and she kept you up with the hand around your neck. “So easy to tease. Little toy has such a sinners tongue. Tell me what you've been missing darling” she sucked her mark below your jaw and you whined throwing your head back for easier access. “You, always you” You whimpered when you felt her magic toying with your clit. “Do I own your mind Y/n” she pushed further and your mind was quite possibly going blank.

“Own my mind, yes, always please, Wanda” you were helpless as she continued her ministrations and you were so far in a haze that you didn’t realise her hands were burning a brand onto your hip. “Beautiful toy. All mine. My mind, my body, my pussy. All mine” she pulled back and admired the little crown symbol she seared into your skin and it was only when she ran her thumb over it you realised her work.

That was the first time she has ever mentioned you being hers. You had just found out about your father’s miseries and here the killer was making you completely submit to her. With a burst of confidence and slight anger towards the woman, you shook your head and pushed off her. “Wanda we can’t- I’m still new here” You heaved she she shushed you again, her eyes returning to their natural green. “I won’t let anyone hurt you. You’re mine Y/n. Whether you like it or not”

It took months for you to get over the initial shock of it all. How can a religious being, let alone the position of a female priest be such a sinner in the walls of the cathedral. It didn’t make sense to you but the moment you stepping in the marble room on Sundays, your mind slowly began to slip away. You knew it was all Wanda, it was always Wanda. You were captivated by her presence, her soul, her magic. She was your angel in a dark and twisted realm. She was entirely yours and as much as you hate it, you were completely devoted to her.

Sooner rather than later, you looked forward to Sundays and actually stayed longer to learn about all other supernatural entities that used the church-like building to entertain their own higher power. “Quiet down or I'll make you" her voice was low and breathless as you choked back a few tears. She had edged you on for hours during this particular Sunday morning in the church and now she was finally finishing you off in the confessions box. Nimble fingers ever so slightly dancing in the air as her spell went straight to your cunt. No one paid any mind to her magic as this was the usual supernatural practices.

Years and years of shallow hiding and sneaking around brought you to this very moment. Witches, Lycans, Vampires and other supernatural beings all gathered around community hall to say their prayers to their higher power. So yes, magic hands? Nothing unusual, nothing mind shattering. That was until she locked eyes on you your first day partaking this weekly event and completely took over you from then on.

"Wanda please" You whined as she once again ghosted her fingertips just over your clit. "Oh baby, I'm prayin at your altar if you know what I mean" she smirked and kissed your clit quickly, the action causing you to snap your hips up. “I wanna hear you say it" she pouted and continued her teasing assault on your cunt. A rough cry of frustration escaped your lips as she pulled back completely and stood up to face you. "Do I own your mind Y/n" she murmured in the silence of the church.

Your knees buckled as a hand came around your neck and applied just enough pressure to get your mind hazy. “You know I just gotta have it, I'll make your body a habit, you know there's some kind of magic" she spoke quietly at the shell of your ear and sucked a deliberate mark along the bottom of your jaw. "You own my mind, Wanda, always, always forever and always I- Wanda please let me cum" you screwed your eyes shut and she slipped two fingers in at your confession and gave you the okay.

Yeah, maybe Sunday wasn't made to be the day for rest. At least not in this town, Sundays are to dance with the devil and kiss her on the lips.

[lix88888]

Family

The Star Sanses were all in bed together, enjoying their sleep.

"DAD!" "MOOOOOOM!"

Oh well, not anymore.

Two blurry shapes cannonballed onto their beds, rudely awakening the trio.

"Ygha!" Blue said, as he tumbled out of bed. He was the lucky one, as Ink and Dream both had a child on their sternum, suffocating them.

"Dad Dad Dad!" Camellia said as he bounced up and down, making a half-asleep Dream wheeze "It's today! It's TODAY!" "Hggn, what is today?" said Ink, out of breath. "OUR CAMPING TRIP!" Palette yelled at one (1) inch from his face, making him wince.

Blue, seeing as his partners were handling the situation and that their third child was missing, made a strategic retreat and went downstairs, hoping to find Blueprint in the kitchen having breakfast.

He loved all of the children, he really did, but Camellia and Palette were very boisterous and rambunctious, and hadn't yet learned to tone it down a bit, not even at (he took a glance at the clock as he climbed the last step) 7:12 in the morning.

As Blue had suspected, Blueprint was busy eating a bowl of cereal, looking very sleepy. As he noticed his father coming down the stairs, the 9-year-old smiled at him.

"Hey buddy" Blue said, taking out a bowl from the cupboard "wanted to get away from the chaos?" Blueprint ducked his skull with a small blush and nodded. "Camellia and Palette are... very loud. Just like Mom."

Blue chuckled as he pet his skull, sitting next to him and pouring some milk in his bowl. "That's true, but that's half the fun, isn't it?" Blueprint shrugged and kept eating.

It always amused Blue how Ink insisted to being referred to as Mom by all of the kids, insisting that "he made all of them!", though that was more true with Camellia than with the other two, as Ink had made him a body and then Blue and Dream added their magic to create a soul for him.

Their youngest was the only child that was actually planned, as Palette and Bluepritn had been the results of magical accidents, but Blue wouldn't have it any other way.

A crash was heard upstairs.

"WE'RE OKAY!"

Even if their house got wrecked more often than not.

"Can we... go take pictures of animals when we go camping? Just the two of us?" "Of course, buddy."

Stomping was heard down the stairs, and so Blue put his hands over Blueprint's skull to block out the noise. Ink ran down the stairs with Palette on his shoulders, while Camellia was at his side gently dragging a still tired Dream by the hand.

"COME OOOOOOON! WE'RE GONNA BE LAAAAAAATE!" Dream mumbled something about there being no timing, and so Camellia started loudly listing all of the things they just HAD to do, and that they couldn't POSSIBLY miss out on!

"Oh, I'm so ready!" Ink said, prompting a "Me too!" out of Palette as he threw his hands in the air, almost making Ink lose his balance. "Careful Palette!" "Sorry Mom!"

Seeing their third child at the kitched table, Ink tried to shush the other two, but only managed to make more noise.

Blueprint started laughing quietly, and so Blue removed his hands from his skull and got up to go help Palette come down without cracking his skull open.

No other way.

@starsanspolyweek

The ship children are:

Camellia (Dreamberry) by @xxspirit Palette (Drink) by @angeutblogo Blueprint (Inkberry) by @pepper-mint

[witchyfoxelf]

my top 10 favorite new commanders from 2024

as we wrap up the year, i wanted to take a moment to celebrate some of my favorite new cards of the year! notably, i'm only going to be considering commanders i actually built or at least theorycrafted. i do tend to at least theorycraft anything that really catches my eye, but this list is going to be heavily weighted towards what i personally enjoy playing rather than what might broadly be considered the “best” or most powerful commander.

10. (tie) kellan the kid & yuma proud protector

i agonized over this last cut for a while, i even looked really hard at the rest of the list just to make sure i wasn't being too precious about any of the other commanders, but in the end this is just a straight-up tie between my two favorite cards from outlaws of thunder junction. (ok, yuma is technically from the commander set not the main set. shush. you know what i mean.)

these two are also notable for being in my two favorite color identities, bant (the color identity i currently associate myself with the most) and naya (the color identity i used to associate myself with the most). and for both being led by characters i loved from the official story. (maybe you can read about that in a forthcoming post! who can say?)

 lands are my favorite card type by a pretty wide margin so a lands-matter commander like yuma is always going to get my attention. kellan, on the other hand, is just a fun commander who cares about casting spells from places other than your hand. he encourages unique play patterns (one of my favorite things a commander can do), and he made me look at a lot of cards i wouldn't really have considered in most decks.

9. the infamous cruelclaw

if mere power alone were my primary consideration, cruelclaw would be at or near the top of my list. i like to tell people that selesnya is my guild and rakdos is the guild i flirt with at parties in hopes they'll take me home & leave me with some hot bruises, and perhaps nowhere is that better illustrated than in my ninth favorite new commander of the year.

ok, let's get this out of the way. this weasel is hot. i mean, just look at him. and he's a sadist on top of that??? genuinely unfair, wizards. y'all knew exactly what you were doing.

as for how he plays, clearly he is quite a bit spikier than most of the commanders i build. you're just looking to connect with him once and then cast bonkers value for free. imagine a turn 3 eldrazi titan or sheoldred. yeah, oof.

cruelclaw is a kill-on-sight commander, and it's pretty rare for me to go into a game wanting to establish myself as the archenemy on turn 0, so it keeps him from being much higher on this list. but he's also a character who is so pretty he makes me dumb and a commander that emcorages a very unique, very fun (for the person playing him) play pattern, so there was just no way i was leaving him off my list of favorite new commanders of the year.

8. alesha who laughs at fate

speaking of how rakdos is the guild i flirt with at parties, why hello magic's first canonical trans woman (and star of a lot of people's favorite mtg story of all time) appearing on your second card ever! i built old/mardu alesha into probably the most cedh-adjacent deck i've ever built, and she's a beast. capable of winning (or at least knocking one player out) out of literally nowhere. as much as i love the character and as proud as i was of the deck, i very quickly felt like i got as much out of it as i really could, so i'm really happy to see one of my favorite characters of all time get a less powerful but still very fun card.

reanimator is not an archetype i build very often, but i really like the design of this version of alesha. her raid trigger is essentially a drastically less broken version of her old card's reanimator effect. for instance, she doesn't enable the master of cruelties combo that is capable of one-shotting an opponent out of nowhere. but she's still a value engine of a commander who encorages you to swing in every turn, which is just an incredible translation of lore to game mechanics.

also i know this is the gameplay list not the story list, but i'm a vorthos so any list i make is gonna be at least a little bit vorthosy. and i just gotta say, the clues that alesha is somehow still going to be alive when we go back to tarkir thanks to some timey wimey shenanigans are really starting to pile up, and i am so ready to be right about a tin foil hat theory i've had since march of the machine for the absolute dumbest reasons.

7. thurid mare of destiny

i built this one for my boyfriend, not myself, but it's so great to finally have a deck that can unite all the horse girl creature types and the end result is dang fun to play. forget clunky lifegain & +1/+1 counter synergies, how about getting a copy of every single horse, unicorn, or pegasus you cast? i'm a sucker for kindred decks, but thurid brings something genuinely unique to the table for some of the game's most neglected creature types.

6. baylen the haymaker

i love token decks, but it's hard to do much better than my beloved cadira caller of the small as a token commander. fortunately baylen goes about being a token commander much differently than cadira and many other token enablers. rather than simply trying to flood the board with a lethal bunny army (in fact, he doesn't even generate tokens himself or amplify other ways of generating tokens), baylen gives you ways to capitalize on the tokens on your board to generate resources. tapping two untapped tokens gets you a mana of any color, three draws you a card, and four gives your bunny boy commander a +1/+1 counter and trample.

cadira is arguably my best deck, and  even the clunkiest build of them threatens to steamroll decks of theoretically similar power levels thanks to the inherent snowball effect of their triggered ability. i like playing them at a stronger power level because opponents usually have the boardwipes and other ways of dealing with their adorable but deadly bunny army to keep the game fun & balanced.

baylen can absolutely be built to be a beast of a deck, but you can also build him to play against precons & battlecruiser decks like i did. that kind of versatility, plus the fact that the game's designers are still able to find new design space in an archetype that's been around for literal decades, makes baylen one of my favorite new commanders of 2024.

5. delney streetwise lookout

first of all i feel personally attacked by the fact that this card dropped this year. karlov manor feels like it was years-plural ago, not at the beginning of this one.

i love building monocolor because the manabase doesn't bankrupt you and there are so many interesting cards that only make sense in a monocolor deck. i loved building delney specifically because it gave me a reason to look at basically every single white creature with a power less than or equal to 2, and because they're a canonical enby whose entire vibe is just so effortlessly cool.

and who doesn't love getting to say “trigger, trigger” every time an ability triggers because it's happening twice?

4. helga skittish seer

ok yeah ok fine this is a vorthos list, i'm sorry, every list i make is secretly a vorthos list. but if you've read the bloomburrow story and don't think helga is the best character ever, i just don't know what to tell you. (and if you haven't read the bloomburrow story, i know exactly what to tell you: go read the bloomburrow story!)

helga was a very fun deck to build because her entire deal is basically “if you aren't a ramp spell or an expensive creature, i don't want you in this deck.” pretty straightforward! she's also in my colors, and to reiterate she's a wonderful bean and i would protect her with my life.

3. ms. bumbleflower

i love so many things about this commander and the kind of deck she wants you to build around her. the entire idea of group hug decks is wonderful (though i had to make some pretty major changes to the precon to make it actually a group hug deck), and i take some genuine pride in the fact that i simply would not have been able to pilot this deck effectively a couple years ago.

2. voja jaws of the conclave

a commander for two of my favorite types? in one of my favorite color combinations? with very strong story connections to my guild? wizards, you shouldn't have!

look, i know some folks are salty about voja's perceived power level, but seriously please calm down all the way down? he's a 5 mana commander who doesn't do anything until you untap with him. he's not getting played at cedh tables. and if you don't find the idea of a wolf bossing a bunch of elves around hilarious, i kind of don't want to be friends.

1. dionus elvish archdruid

as awesome of a commander as dionus is, there is a world in which they* didn't even make this list instead of being on top of it. 

i'm an elf player, so as soon as dionus was previewed, i knew i needed them. but i already have so many great elf commanders i was thinking of them in the 99 of one of my decks, not the head of their own. what kept  them from sharing the fate of the year's other exciting new mono green elf legendary (eladamri korvecdal) was exactly one letter: u (for uncommon).

for those who don't know why that's significant, that makes them a valid commander for pauper commander. and folks, they are busted in pauper commander. but what makes them my favorite new commander of 2024 is they are the elfiest elf that ever elfed. they reward you for tapping creatures? are you serious? how did we not think of this until now? elves get tapped so often you'd better take them out for dinner first. i'd be jealous if i weren't an elf! what an absolutely perfect concept for an elf commander, and that's why dionus elvish archdruid is my favorite new commander of 2024.

*dionus has exactly zero lore that isn't flavor text attribution, so i have no idea what their pronouns are.)