#what if he's growing out his hair cause he's gonna be the next papa

[drug-called-fangirling]

I cant believe Ghost didn-

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[list4r]

Deciding to have a family with you was the best thing Satoru ever done. At least that’s what he says every moment you two are alone.

The moment you came to him with that positive pregnancy test he did everything he could so he could be ready for when you brought that beautiful baby girl into the world. He signed you guys up for partnering classes, bought as many necessities as the nursery could fit, made sure to babyproof the house. He did everything he could to be ready. The only thing he wasn’t ready for though- his child growing up.

It was the classic night, his favourite kind of night. When the three of you are together at the dinner table. Satoru and your daughter were wearing matching hair clips as they sit at the table. Once food is served everything is well. Until your daughter speaks up.

“Papa are you gonna be sad when I grow up and leave you and mama?”

That causes Satoru to immediately choke on his food, turning to the five year old girl who was humming happily as she waits for his answer.

“What are you talking about sweetie, where’d that come from hm?” Satoru tries to keep the expression on his face neutral but you can tell he’s holding back.

“Well when I get older I will get married and have kids like mama and papa! Then I will move far away and you can’t visit, only mama can.”

That right there causes Satorus eye to twitch, gripping his fork before nodding and giving the girl a small smile. “I think you should just eat your dinner baby, it’s getting late.” In which she nods and continues to eat while rambling about what happened at school that day. Honestly you had to applaud Satoru for not freaking out then and there. It seemed like times were changing.

But you were wrong.

Now it was after dinner time and after you put your daughter down to sleep. And you thought that you would get a good nights sleep, but here you are… dealing with your husband.

“She hates me baby she hates me…” gojo muttered as he was sitting up while you were laying down. “I mean why would she even say that? That only you can visit her?” His hands are waving around dramatically. “Am I… I’m a bad father? That she’ll forget about me when she grows up…. Oh my god baby my heart- I think I might just die. Yep that’s it I’m gonna die and my own daughter probably won’t even care. I can’t believe I let her have candy when you say no and she said that. What’s the point of life anymore.”

“Satoru she’s literally five…. She doesn’t know what’s she’s saying. Go to bed.”

“How can I sleep when my precious little girl doesn’t even want me in her future life?”

“All kids say things they don’t mean. She’ll forget it about it in the morning. Just please… go to sleeep it’s late.”

Gojo sighs as he finally lays down. “Well I won’t forget.” A pause. “What do you have that I don’t? I think I’m a very fun guy.”

“Maybe she doesn’t like drama queens who don’t want to sleep.”

“If only she knew her mother was a rude woman, then she wouldn’t have said that.” Gojo huffs.

“Sleep.”

“Okayyyyy… good night.” He huffs and it’s like you can hear the pout on his face.

Let’s just say the both of them ended up forgetting the next morning anyway.

[whalesforhands]

kaizen daycare! 2

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“(name)-sensei! Why’d you look so n-nerv—“ His little eyebrows furrow, tiny hand coming up to scratch his head in focused thought. “Nerv-y?”

(He promised Nanamin he would use a new word today.)

You giggle as you ruffle his hair. “That was a wonderful try, Yuuji-kun.” Two of your hands settle on his squishy cheeks as he stares up at you. “But I suppose I am a little nervous.”

Hmm… So that’s how it was pronounced! He’s gonna tell Nanamin he tried anyway. But… What’s causing you to be this way, though? That faraway look in your eyes is troubling him too… Oh!

“Didya forget to eat today, (name)-sensei?!” A pat to your knee as he stares up at you, all sparkly gaze and blushy cheeks with a smile that was overflowing with glowing excitement.

So cute. He reminds you of a blooming flower.

“Ahah, Yuuji-kun that’s not—“

Blonde, brunettes and raven-haired heads perk up at the little boy’s voice, their attention lost on the toys as they quickly start to trickle out of your sight and making a run for their cubbies. Are they-

“I got riceballs today!”

“Nanamin said he made me karaage!”

“Papa said our chara-bens are cute today too!”

“Daddy bought us kikufuku mochi for dessert!”

“Ahh, wait— Children-!” You realized a little too late.

It isn’t long before a clatter of bento boxes and a small assortment of various treats settle themselves in front of you, scattered into a small pile as the twins start pushing their treats forward a little more to make you notice it first.

“Mmm! (nwame)-swensei mwakes goodsh food!” Kugisaki Nobara finds herself being fed an adult’s lunch as she chews, her eyes closed in satisfaction and her feet kicking about as she continues to savour the taste of the food you were sharing with her.

(Sharing is an understatement. You’re surprised by how much she could eat, and how she was vacuuming up almost the entirety of your own packed lunch.)

“I’ll mwake sure to-“ She stops when she sees your stern gaze, not minding at all but taking the moment to swallow. “Forget my bento more off-then!” You only giggle as you shake your head in response, wiping off the grain of rice at the corner of her lips.

“Your grandma will be sad if you don’t eat her food often, Nobara-chan. You have to remember to bring it all the time, okay?”

“Mmm…” She’s still thinking as she watches your amused face, a hand on her cheek. “If (name)-sensei thinks so…” Her face breaks into a grin as she shows you a thumbs-up. “Okay!”

You hear several growls next to you. A turn of your head reveals the wanting gaze of the rest of your kids, all hungry ministrations of eating their own packed lunches stopped.

“Eh…?” The chopsticks in your hand have paused midair in bewilderment, wrist just in distance of Megumi as he makes a small grab for it, leading your utensil into his mouth as he noms down on the tamagoyaki you held.

“…it’s good…!” His eyes sparkle as he turns his head to face the growing pouts of his classmates, the rising jealousy not at all apparent to him as he feels you gently pry the chopsticks out of his mouth, a small tap to his nose in slight scolding that makes him nearly want to sneeze.

“Nanako wants some too!”

“M-mimiko as well!”

“I’m still hungry, (name)-sensei!”

“E-eh???? (name)-sensei was feeding me first!”

In the end, you had an empty lunch box and a very, very satisfied class of kids who had very full bellies that day.

(Are they trying to pay you back for that day? You’re really starting to think you have the sweetest kids to ever exist.)

“You all…” Megumi shifts closer to you, nestling himself on your lap as your hand goes up to support him, beginning to peek up at your face. You had started to tremble from where you sat on the floor of the foam-tiled play area, growing silent as the rest of the kids slowly crowded around you.

(Were they in trouble? Are you upset with them…? Please, please don’t be! They’re good kids!)

Megumi catches a glimmer forming at the corner of your eye, his small hands starting to grip onto your shirt and his green eyes starting to widen as he realizes that you’re cryi—

“Are so cute!” You’re already scooping them all into your arms, your face hot with gratuitous joy as you embrace the squealing kids close to you, enjoying their cuddly warmth and pats of your face.

(“Oh, but-” You begin to tut, staring down at the five kids squished together on your lap. “I have my own lunch today, kids.”

There’s a glower on their faces, disappointment and disheartened expressions clear and evident. It squeezes at your heart in guilt as the colorful plastic wrapping of one of the sweets is captured from the corner of your eye.

“B-but! It seems that I would need help clearing all these treats up!”)

——

You tiptoe out the room, gently shutting the door of the nap room behind you.

“Good work today.” Ieiri Shoko is sipping her second cup of coffee of the day as she appears behind you, clearly amused at your frazzled form after putting the children to sleep.

“There’s nothing good about today…” You’re sulking as you slump against the door, your knees bent as you let out a loud sigh.

A smirk appears on her face. “Why? Scared of being alone with a couple guys and their kids?” She heard the whole conversation. Perks of being one of the first few to arrive just to get some time to be alone with you.

Your feet shift nervously as you hands begin to fiddle with each other, a sigh escaping your lips as you lean back against the door. “You know I’m no good at being social, Shoko…”

You’re pouting at her as your cheeks start to warm from embarrassment. “What if they find me weird and unsettling and—“ You nearly want to scream. “What if they pull Megumi and the twins out of school because they think I’m unsuitable—“ You stop yourself. “But at the same time if they’ve moved into the neighborhood I’ll be running into them 24/7! If they find out I’m just some loser who stays at home all day and reads—“

You cough to cut yourself off at your spiel. Relax… You take in a deep breath as you finally start to calm. “And what if…” Your eyes flicker towards the ground. “They just… Don’t like me?”

A beat passes, and another.

Her eyes trail off to the side, letting the silence beat amongst the both of you. “They’ll like you like I love you, (name).” Her dark eyes meet yours, her steps stopping right before you as you catch the sight of her heels. “And if you’re so worried, you could always catch dinner with me instead as an excuse.”

(She would even call him up using the school register to tell him you can’t make it because your plant died or some other stupid excuse if that was what you wanted.)

“You’re so kind Shoko…!” You tackle her into a hug. “Your kindness precedes a being like me!” You pull back, glancing up at her blank, unimpressed gaze as you let a smile grace your face. “Jokes aside,” You scratch your cheek.

“I think it’s too late to even fully reject him now…”

You gulp nervously as the domineering man stood before you, all smiles and teeth and turned up eyes behind dark sunglasses that gleam with expectant want.

“I-I think that I have—“ Distance is closed in an instance, a towering frame leaning over you and breaking all boundaries of personal space.

“Y’know, the kids are gonna be super super excited once they find out we’re moving in next to ya!” Large porcelain hands reach up to grasp both of your own in his. “Won’tcha please come make them happy? Megumi and the twins talk about you lots, ya know? They even forget to eat sometimes when they get to tell us all about you.” There’s a cute pout on his face that makes your stomach swirl, your bewildered eyes starting to twirl as the scent of his cologne invades your nose…

(He’s so handsome… And so thoughtful of his kids… Ahh, you can feel your heart stutter…)

“I-I suppose I do have some free time today…!” He’s so close! If he leans down anymore, your lips would be—!

“Oho, that’s nice to hear, sensei!” A grin and a pat to your head. “We should have fully settled in by this afternoon, so I’ll come pick ya up after school, kay?” He pulls himself away (begrudgingly) as he pats his pockets for his car keys.

“O-oh, that’s not—“

“See ya later, sweetheart!” He’s practically already skipping out the door, sending you a salute and a wink as you stand there in stunned silence.

It looks like you have plans tonight with your neighbour… You turn towards the corridor before you pause in your steps abruptly, a small chill going up your spine.

Did you ever tell him your unit number…?

(Oh, you must’ve forgotten to close a window somewhere. No time to dawdle on your bad memory now when the kids’ health is at stake!)

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Notes:

You did actually go pretty hungry that day considering your lunch was fully consumed by 5 overeager toddlers. Shoko shared her convenience store sandwich with you.

Suguru heard the story of your shared lunch from Mimiko and used that as an excuse to talk recipes with you. Character-bentos are a popular topic between the both of you.

nvy’s aftertalk:

to all the anons who guessed that i was watching gakuen babysitters i am ashamed to admit that you are right i am a sucker for babies and cannot stop rewatching this dumb anime

[juniperss]

Little Sister Curtis Headcanons

these were inspired by this request and co-created with my pal @a-libra-writes!!

Libra and I came up with the name “Sunshine” because 1) it’s adorable and 2) you can’t tell me that’s not a name that Mom and Papa Curtis wouldn’t have had written down on the baby name list. Her brothers usually call her by her first name, but Sunny also works just fine.

Only about a year gap between Sunny and Ponyboy which places her at around 13 if we’re going based off the book’s events (while ignoring certain plot elements that make me sad, thank you)

Sunny is a bit more like Darry after their parents die; she tries to keep the house clean and take over her mom’s responsibilities. Because if Darry is gonna earn the money, maybe she can help this way. Her brothers worry that she’s growing up too fast and try to get her to take it easy (pots meet kettle!!!). 

Darry tries to take her out to the movies when she gets stressed out even if he falls asleep 10 minutes in. She doesn’t really mind that he dozes off, she’s used to it. It's the thought that counts. 

Soda has her come to work with him sometimes and help out on the cars. “Learn something!” as if she doesn’t learn enough at school. Comes home dirtied and tired of Soda and Steve, complains a bit but she's smiling.

Tags along with Ponyboy to anywhere he wants. They usually go for walks and talk about school and the gang. 

If Johnny is the “pet brother” for the Gang, Sunny is the pet sister and has an interesting relationship with the rest of the boys.

Two Bit is viewed as a “decent” brother figure and he at least knows how to act around a younger sister. Probably the most likely out of the group (next to her actual brothers) to look after Sunny like his own kid sister. There’s no antics you can get up to that surprise him anymore than he’s already used to. 

Steve is a pest to her and gets in the way of spending time with Soda. They have a small rivalry but it’s less tense then Steve and Pony’s relationship for sure. Sunny doesn’t tag along nearly as much so it kinda evens things out. 

Dally and Sunny…..are what I’d describe as a Tom and Jerry dynamic but who's Tom and who's Jerry is always changing. Mutual chaos and the source of that chaos switches depending on the day. Dally is on Sunny’s shit list because he made a comment about her cooking once. Which, to be fair to Dallas, the potatoes in the soup WERE NOT cooked through so he was right, but she still holds a little grudge. It doesn’t matter if he was the only person to actually eat all of it. She scolds Dally for putting his feet on the coffee table, he calls her a brat, she aims the football for the back of his head, he pulls on her hair and purposefully calls her by the wrong name. Laughs like a fiend when she yells “Dallas Winston im gonna knock your head right off!". But she also knows that Dallas would be the first person to knock someone’s teeth out if she needed him to. 

Johnny is her pal and she enjoys his company the most of the Gang. He’s a good escape from the rowdy bunch and he doesn’t cause nearly as much damage in the house as the rest, he helps with the dishes and he laughs at her jokes. She likes him and he likes her and they’ve got each other’s backs.

The Brothers are worried about raising a sister. I mean they know fundamentally that she needs what they do and that for the last 13 years they’ve been doing a good job of looking out for her, but all 3 of them are concerned that they’re not enough for Sunshine. Not only did she lose her parents, she lost her Mom and she doesn’t have anyone who can fill that spot. Mrs. Matthews helps when she can and she’s a lifesaver to Darry when he has questions, but he can’t shake the feeling that Sunshine was robbed of better and stuck with them. 

Darry goes a bit easier on Sunshine than he does with Ponyboy. Part of that is because Sunshine and him are more alike than the other two siblings, so they understand each other better. The other part is that Darry thinks Sunshine is already taking on too much responsibility by trying to replace their mom. 

Darry taught her how to fight when she was like 9 and she’s gotten into good scraps with the Gang, but Darry and the rest are adamant that she stay out of fights because she’s too little. Sunshine is all too ready to toss out that she’s only a year younger than Ponyboy! To which the rest of the boys say, “He’s a kid, you’re a baby”. This in fact does not stop her from fighting when she needs to but she does try her best to stay out of trouble for Darry, especially after their parent’s deaths. 

She loved so much. Darry doesn’t say it nearly as much as he knows he should (and that applies to all his siblings) but he goes out of his way to make sure Sunshine has something special just for herself once in a while. Soda routinely suggests getting her a haircut when he notices her messing with it or hears her one off comment about not feeling pretty or looking nice. Ponyboy tries his best to help her out around the house or with her homework. She knows they love her and she loves them. 

[theratboyking]

Softly Into The Night

Chapter Four: If You Choose To Run Away With Me.

Pairing: Cardinal Copia/Reader/Papa Emeritus iii (this will also have eventual Copia/Terzo but that won't be for a while)(This is also a slow burn so it's gonna be a while until we even get here)

Word Count: 5.9k

Summary: Demons are real, angels exist, and my father is the Prince of Darkness. A dream I can’t seem to wake up from. And two mysterious strangers that seem to have a connection to me. What could possibly go wrong?

Chapter Summary: The bench sat underneath the huge tree that was situated in the middle of the abbey, calling my name. Flopping onto it, I startle Jasper, who lands on the spot next to me. I stare up at the sky, letting my mind escape from the expectations that have been placed on me. Closing my eyes, the cold winter’s air hit my face, wishing Terzo or Copia were here; maybe I wouldn’t feel as lost as I did.

“What’s this?” A newcomer broke the garden’s silence, accent thick, “A visitor?”

Warnings: 18+ (this is going to get be a wild ride folks,) Slow burn, Idiots in love, kinda soulmates? poorly translated Italian (I am sorry to all the Italians out there) fluff, angst, this is a ghost fic so you know religious trauma, some chapters will like get kinda deep in the religious philosophy but maybe not depending on the direction this goes, eventual smut (Chapter will be labeled) This chapter has some horror elements and is kinda graphic, there is also some smut in this one so buckle up folks.

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Gasps and labored breaths fill the small space. We were an entanglement of limbs. I could not tell you where we started and where the other ended. Each touch was possessive, desperate even. Afraid that the other would disappear if we stopped. It was only growing with intensity as time went on. They were both lazily thrusting into me. Terzo’s lips found their way to mine, quickly taking charge as his tongue explored my mouth. I could feel Copia kissing up my neck, biting at the exposed skin. I couldn't help the shameful moan that left my throat.

“Ahh cara, always so good for your papas.” Copia’s hot breath on my ear caused shivers down my spine. The knot in my stomach grows with each thrust they do. My hands made their way into both men's hair, already messy from the previous night.

“Are you close amore mio? So desperate for us to fill you up with our seed? Aren’t you bellissima dea?” He thrust into me harder, his cock twitching with each snap of his hips. 

I break myself from Terzo’s grip to face Copia, smashing our lips together. His thrust falters for just a second as he moans into the kiss. Terzo growls, taking Copia’s place, leaving as many marks in his wake as possible. His hot breath sent chills down my spine.  

“Cum for us, tesoro. Cum all over my cock.” The sounds escaping my mouth are downright sinful.

By now, both men had picked up speed, losing the rhythm they had previously set. They were close, and fuck. I was not far behind. I was entirely at their mercy and loved every second of it. It was too intoxicating. They filled me in a way I didn’t know was possible. There was no way everyone in the Abbey didn’t know what we were doing. The sinful moans escaping each of us were only getting louder the higher we got.

So fucking close…

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The blaring sound of my alarm clock snaps me out of my slumber. Bells sound off from the tower, thundering throughout the abbey, waking me from my restless sleep. A deep need for release rested in my stomach. Groaning, I roll over. This was the third one this week. My dreams seem to alternate between the nightmares I’ve had since I got here and the kind of a more sinful nature. After what happened in the garden, they seem to be the ones that have taken over my subconscious lately. Always ending right before the climax, leaving me breathless and needy in the morning light.

Not that I was complaining. No, that was the furthest thing. It was getting harder to look Copia and Terzo in the eyes without blushing like a schoolgirl; it was getting worse than it was already. In my time here, our relationship had only grown, and it was getting harder and harder to pretend I wasn’t absolutely in love with them. It’s just that the longer I stay here–stay with them–the more I can’t help but wish that they were just more than dreams.

A groan escapes me as I flop onto my back. Still trying to catch my breath, debating if I had enough time to do something about the need I was feeling between my legs or not. The morning sun was beginning to stream through my window. The cold January air overtook my room since the fire died the night before. My body felt like it was on fire. I couldn’t help but let my thoughts wander back to them; what we would get up to on mornings like this. My hands start to make their way down my body.

 A frustrated groan escapes me at the sound of someone knocking at my door.

“Your Highness? Are you up?” the muffled voice of Nova. “You’ll be late for your lesson if you don’t hurry up.”

What time is it? Looking towards the clock. 6:02.

“Fuck. Coming. I’m coming!”

Shit, Secondo is gonna kill me if I’m late again. Falling out of bed, I go around the room, looking for everything I need for the day. I have a little over ten minutes to make it over to the other side of the Abbey where Secondo’s office was.

“I’m late, I’m late,” I repeated over and over, trying to make myself presentable for my lessons. I could practically feel my grave being made. I gathered my bag and shoved the heavy books Secondo had assigned me to read into it. I rushed out the door. Nova followed quickly behind, laughing at my antics.

The relationship between Nova and me had improved drastically. He had somewhat turned into an older brother I didn’t even know I needed. I sure as hell didn’t want it, but he had warmed his way into my heart. I like to think I did the same for him.

The faces of siblings blurred together as we ran down the halls, many laughing at the sight before them. It was starting to become a common thing to see us running through the halls. Trying not to face Secondo’s wrath. You would think the supernatural powers would help, but no. After that night with Terzo, many of the superhuman qualities I could do ceased. In fact, it felt like most of my progress had stopped altogether. 

I was having a hard time keeping them under control. I couldn't tell you how many things I had broken around the abbey. We won’t even mention when I accidentally set the curtains in Secondo’s office on fire. I can still see his face lit with rage as I desperately tried to put it out. I’m honestly not sure if I ever will get it under control, and I was exhausted from constantly using them - trying to control them. It was really starting to show how burnt out I was.

The final chime of the bells hung heavy in the air as I rounded the corner. Secondo stood in front of his office door, arms crossed over his chest, an unimpressed look on his face at the sight of me. “I’m here!” I’m out of breath when I reach his office doors, Nova stopping behind me.

“You're late.” His arms were crossed over his chest, face unreadable. “Good morning, Nova.”

“Good morning, sir.” I could see him waving out of the corner of my eye. “Good luck,” he grasped my shoulder, shaking me slightly as he began to walk away, not wanting to be around when Secondo began his usual rant. I shoot him a pleading look, hoping he will take pity on me. He only shot me a thumbs up as he rounded the corner shouting over his shoulder, “I will see you at lunch.”

I look back at Secondo; he has not looked away from me. A stone-cold glare sends a shiver down my spine, and I gulp. “Actually, I was here before the final chime, so therefore, I am, in fact, on time.” my weak attempt to defend myself fell on deaf ears. His expression remained unchanged as he walked into his office.

“Did you even do the reading I had assigned you last night?”

Maybe I can play this off? “I’m hurt, Papa; truly, you wound me.” I gasp, faking hurt. He looked at me suspiciously, head tilting slightly as if to say ‘really.’ Fuck he isn’t buying it. “No, I didn't.” My body deflates as I sigh in defeat, preparing for him to give me my scolding.

It wasn’t like I didn’t try to do the reading, but when Terzo offered to walk through his brother’s garden, I just couldn’t say no, especially when he gave me his puppy dog eyes that made it almost impossible to say no. Copia is no help, either. In fact, he somehow got pulled away from his paperwork to join us as well, also falling victim to Terzo. When we returned to my room, I was practically dead on my feet. All the early mornings and the intense training were starting to catch up on me. I couldn't help the yawn that escaped me.

            “Are you even listening to a word I am saying?” Irritation is evident in his voice. He is starting to get angry.

“I’m sorry, I really am. I’m just exhausted. It won't happen again. I'm sorry.” I really was in no mood to argue. Quite honestly, I just wanted to get the day over with. At least then I could spend some time with Copia and Terzo. Another yawn escaped me as I weakly tried to cover it up.

He looks at me for a moment. His gaze softened slightly before sighing, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You have been working hard, given the circumstances. Perhaps I have been too hard on you, piccolo.” he seemed reluctant to continue, “You're free to go for the day. Go get some rest.”

Was I hearing him right? This had to be some kind of test, “Are you sure? I’m fine, really I am…”

He cut me off, moving to sit at his desk. “Yes, I am sure. Go and rest. I will let the Cardinal know where you are when he comes.”

“Thank you, Secondo.” I exhaled, beginning to exit the room.

He only grunts, waving me off, his attention going to the papers stacked neatly in the corner of his desk.

I sigh, closing the door behind me. My feet dragged me through the Abbey, unsure where I was heading. As much as sleep called my name, I couldn't bring myself to make it back to my room.

The remaining siblings of sins bowing as I pass them by. It’s something I think I’m never going to get used to.  To many of them, I was a sort of god. They had been waiting for the prophet, but it wasn’t that to me. I was just, well… well, I was me. I was my mother’s daughter. I don’t think I will ever be my father’s princess.

 I don’t know what led me outside. It felt like my feet were moving on their own as I wandered out the abbey doors. My feet led me down the now familiar trial. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the vague figure of Nova and a few other ghouls doing chores around the Abbey.

He must have noticed me, calling my name. He shoots me a thumbs up. One I can only respond by mouthing, ‘Day off.’ He didn’t seem convinced, but another ghoul grabbed his attention before he could do anything about it. Giving me enough time to sneak away. My thoughts were running wild. 

Was I really the one everyone said I was?  I can’t even manage to catch a single candle on fire anymore, let alone protect myself from whatever was out there. Was I really the daughter of a king of hell? I sigh, kicking a pebble along the stone passageway. Maybe I really should go take that nap. I could practically hear the worry of both the boys if I showed up in the state that I was in—telling me how I was working way too hard.

The sudden cry of ravens interrupted my thought, startling me from my trance. Finally, looking up. The bright colors of the oldest Emeritus brother's garden were covered with spots of midnight blue—a swarm of ravens took residence around the gate.

I cautiously walk to the gates–my curiosity getting the better of me. The cries of the birds getting louder the closer I get to them. Only quieting when I reach the gates, many of them flying away, save one.

“Hey there, buddy.” Jasper beams up at me, tilting his head to the side. He looked like he was surprised I was there.

“Yeah, I know, it's a bit early for me to be out here.” He jumps up, flapping his wings, landing on my shoulder with a cry, “ Fancy a walk around the garden with me?”

“Caw!”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” I laugh out, opening the gate–beginning my walk through the gardens.

There was something about this place that was just so calming. It felt like something out of a novel, removed from the gothic nature of the abbey itself. Since Copia and Terzo brought me here, I often stopped here. It was slowly becoming my haven from everything else—a place to think and clear my thoughts. 

“It must be nice being able to fly away whenever you want.” I turn my head slightly so that I can look at him. “I personally miss it.” I look back out into the sky. The clouds passing over the sun give even more shade on a peaceful day.

“Do you have anywhere you go when you're not here, Jasper? Or are you stuck here like me?” Closing my eyes, taking in the moment, enjoying the peace and quiet, “But then again, you are free to come and go as you please.”

The bench sat underneath the huge tree that was situated in the middle of the abbey, calling my name. Flopping onto it, I startle Jasper, who lands on the spot next to me. I stare up at the sky, letting my mind escape from the expectations that have been placed on me. Closing my eyes, the cold winter’s air hit my face, wishing Terzo or Copia were here; maybe I wouldn’t feel as lost as I did.

“What’s this?” A newcomer broke the garden’s silence, accent thick, “A visitor?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t know anyone else was here.” I stand ready to leave, not in the mood to talk to anyone.

“No, please stay. I did not mean to disturb you. I just returned from a rather long trip last night and wished to see my gardens.”

I finally look up at the newcomer. He looked oddly familiar. He looked like an older version of Secondo, with hints of Terzo. He was dressed in an old band shirt and what looked like jeans. He had short white hair that was combed back. Was this the oldest Emeritus brother?

“Ahh, I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of meeting yet, your highness. My brothers speak rather highly of you.” He smiled down at me. “Papa Emeritus i at your service.”

“Nice to meet you papa.”

“Primo is just fine. I have never been one for formalities.” He had a welcoming smile, beckoning me to reclaim my seat, “Now, what brings you to my garden?”

“That’s a long story.”

“I have time, mia signora.” He takes a seat next to me.

Sighing, I look out at the garden. Despite the cold weather, the lilies were in bloom, an off shade of white that was a stark contrast to the dark greens and browns. “I have no idea what I’m doing…”

He laughs softly, “I don’t think anyone ever does mia signora”

“No, I don’t know what I’m doing. No one knows what I’m supposed to do. I’ve been thrown into this with nothing, and I still have nothing… One day I woke up, and my whole life changed. I wouldn't change it for the world. I’ve found a place where I feel like I belong, but what if I’m not what everyone thought I would be? What if Sister was right about me? I’m flying blind and scared that someone will get hurt because of me.” I pause for a second, taking a deep breath trying to stop myself from crying, “Even if I wanted to leave, I can’t. I’m being hunted, and I’m scared that eventually, I’m going to lead them here…”   I could feel my eyes welling up with tears.

“I would say, given everything, you’re handling it rather well. I can only imagine how much this all is on you.” He places a hand on my shoulder.

“Oh, to be quite honest with you, I’m fucking terrified. All of this is so crazy, yet it’s happening.” I laugh in disbelief, “This is not where I thought my life would lead me. I thought I would still be running. I’ve always been running - ever since I was a kid. I ran from who I am. What I am. But being told it’s either face them or you’ll die. I just…” I take a shaky breath. Tears started to fall down my face.  “At that moment, I just… I just couldn’t die yet… For the first time in my life, I can’t run anymore, and I’m fucking terrified.” I couldn’t help but laugh even more, vigorously rubbing the tears in my eyes.

He didn’t say anything. He only offered me a comforting smile. Standing from his seat, offering me his outstretched hand. He radiated a different energy from his brothers. He was calmer in a way. Like he’s lived life more and knew all the answers to it. I take his hand. We walk through the garden.

“What's even more terrifying is that I’m not entirely sure I want to run. I’ve made friends here and come to care deeply for people here, which makes it all worse. I could get them hurt. Or worse, killed.” The words die in my throat, finally admitting what scares me the most. What if I got Terzo and Copia killed?

For a long moment, neither of us spoke. He looked to be deep in thought, debating what to say. Then, leading me through the garden, he finally speaks, “When I was a young man, no older than you are now, I was placed in a position I never particularly wanted: a church to run and two younger brothers who always seemed to get into trouble. I had no idea what I was supposed to do. I wouldn’t have made it through it if it wasn't for my wife.” There was a fond smile on his face. He gazed at the flowers with a far-off look in his eyes. “Now, I will not pretend that I know what you’re going through, but I will say that it is easier when you have others to go through life with you.”

“Everyone has been so nice to me, save for a few…” I don’t know what compelled me to continue, “How would I even tell them…”

There was a knowing smile on his face. “Forgive me if I overstep, mia signora. But you just do.” That was a lot easier said than done.

The gates of the garden come into view.�� A sigh escaped me; I really didn’t want to face the world at the moment. I didn’t want to face the judgment of the siblings around me; I didn’t want to see the icy stare of Sister Imperator. I didn’t want to face the regal nature the ghouls placed on me. All I wanted was to crawl under my blanket and stay there for a while.

As if sensing my discomfort, Primo put his hand on my shoulder, offering me a reassuring smile, “I think you will find it a lot easier than you think.” His other hand going to point in the direction of the Abbey. I could vaguely make out a figure walking toward us.  

“Cara, there you are. Papa said you would be in your room…” Copia’s worried-filled voice hits me before I see him. “Terzo…” He notices Primo standing beside me, “I mean Papa, and I have been looking everywhere for you.”

“I’m sorry, Copia I…”

Primo cuts me off, “It was my fault Cardinal. I saw her excellence walking through the hall, and given that I have not had the chance to meet the antichrist yet, I thought I would give her a tour of my garden. I’m sorry for any inconvenience.”

“No need to apologize, your eminence. Her Majesty and I usually have lunch with your brother. We were worried something happened when she wasn’t in her room; Papa said she would be there.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see another figure approaching us quickly. Terzo was coming in hot, not particularly caring that the siblings looked at him like he had three heads. He came crashing into Copia, grabbing his arm to steady himself. 

“There you are. You had us worried, tesoro.” He pulled me into his arms, not caring that his brother was standing right before us. 

“Good to see you, Gabriele.” Primo’s voice was warm.

“Marco. I hope your flight went well. How is Elizabeth?”

“Yes, we just landed this morning.” He paused, looking fondly at his younger brother, “Beth is well. She is currently sleeping off the flight.”  He turns his attention back to me, “Speaking of, I should probably check on her. My wife was never one for flying. It was Nice to meet you finally, your majesty. Til next time.”  He takes my hand, kissing me on top of my knuckles, turning to leave. For such an old man, he moved quickly and with purpose.

“It was nice meeting you as well.” I wave in his direction. The boys and I turned to make our way to the abbey. I hope we didn’t miss lunch I was oddly hungry after the morning I had. It was quiet for a moment before it hit me. 

“Gabriele?” I question, looking to Terzo, “You mean to tell me your first name isn’t Terzo!”

“No one really calls me that except for mia madre and this old bat.”  He looks to the ground, slightly embarrassed. If it wasn’t for his makeup hiding it, I was almost positive he was blushing.

“I like it.” Rubbing his arm, the Abbey doors coming into view, “Next thing you’re going to tell me is that Copia isn’t his first name.”

“It’s not.” Terzo was quick to throw in, ready to bring Copia down with him.

“Don't you dare, you rat!” Copia throws his finger in his face turning a light pink.

“No, please come on. I wanna know!”

“Yes, Antonio. Do share.”

“Antonio!”

“Bastardo!” Terzo lets go of my arm. Copia chasing after him, fist raised in the air.

I laugh at my boys' antics, “Gabriele and Antonio.” tasting their names on my lips, liking how they roll off my tongue.  I couldn't help but look at them fondly as Copia chased Terzo through the courtyard.  

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“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I threw my hands up in defense.

“Oh, come on, it’s obvious with anyone with eyes. Tell me!” Nova sat with his legs crossed in front of me.

I groan, flopping backward into my bed. The night had taken an unexpected turn when Terzo and Copia had a bunch of paperwork they couldn’t get rid of, and Nova had volunteered to stay with me for a little bit. It was something that I was coming to regret. He had not stopped pestering me about what was bothering me. I could feel my annoyance growing with each passing moment.

“It’s only going to get worse the longer you ignore it.” he pushed further.

“What’s getting worse is the headache you're giving me.” I threw a pillow at him. It missed his figure entirely–his tail catching it, “Is it really that obvious?”

“Incredibly, the only people who don’t seem to be in on it are you three.” He throws the pillow back at me, hitting me square in the face. 

“You are insane.”

“I’m a demon. It’s part of the job description.” His aura had hughes of pink mixed with a rose red pulsing through it. “It’s not my fault you’re too stubborn to admit it.”

Groaning, I look at him, “Ok, theoretically, what would I even say to them, ‘Oh hey guys, it’s me, the antichrist; just wanted to let you know that I’m in love with you…’” I pause for a second, realization hitting me like a truck.

 Nova looked like a bat out of hell, ready to burst at the seams, “See! I knew it. I knew it! Omega owes me $50.  Oh shit, I owe Mountain money now. Your Majesty, you have to tell them. Please. Please. Please.”

“Nova. Nova! Calm down. It’s not that simple.” I pleaded with the ghoul, hoping no one was around to hear his booming voice. It did little to calm the overactive ghoul. He stands to walk to the door.

“No, don’t!” I get up, tackling him to the ground before he can enter the main room. “Nova, they can't find out.”

“What?! Why not?”

“Because we’re friends, Nova, just friends. This would just complicate things. I just can’t lose them, Nova.”

“But you love them, don't you?” He tilts his head to the side. For a creature of hell, these ghouls were more like cats than anything else.

“Yes, I do, but it’s not that simple. This isn’t some dream. Besides, they probably don't view me as anything more than a friend.” I look down to the ground, not really wanting to have to explain this to him.

“You humans are so confusing…”

            The clock on the wall chimes distracted me from sulking and interrupting Nova before he could continue. It was getting late, the perfect distraction from this conversation 

“Look, Nova, it's late, I gotta get up early in the morning, and there’s still some reading I have to do.”

“Say no more. I can tell when I’m not wanted.”

“No, you can’t.” the deadpan tone causes his aura to turn sheepishly purple.

“Anyways. I’ll see you in the morning, your highness.” He gets up, ready to leave the room. Stopping just short of the door, “Listen, I know you may not think it, but maybe you should tell them. You may be surprised that they might feel the same.” the door closes.

I sigh, throwing myself onto my bed. What does he know? There was no way this could go well for anyone involved. It didn’t matter what anyone else saw; they weren’t there. They weren’t there when Copia gripped my hand, so gently tracing patterns into my skin. Or when Terzo gave me that gentle smile he only ever seemed to have when Copia or I was around. They weren’t there in the early morning hours when I called their name, chasing my release, wishing they were there instead, I was alone.

No, no one could tell me what was happening between the three of us because I wasn’t even entirely sure what was happening between us. I just knew that, at some point, they had turned into my boys and that I was completely in love with Gabriele Emeritus and Antonio Copia. 

I groan, burying myself under my covers. Closing my eyes, one thought echoed around my head. I was so fucked.

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The halls were barren. Not a soul to be found. The halls seemed to stretch endlessly in both directions; I just couldn’t decide which would be the better bet to get the hell out of there.

“Hello?” I call to the left, hoping someone was out there. My voice bounced off the walls, sounding like hundreds of me were in the hall. “Hello!?” I call in the other direction, but still no answer.

Well, that didn’t help at all. Do I stay here and hope someone will eventually come? No, that would leave me too vulnerable. ‘Pick a direction and go with it.’ Taking a shaky breath, right it is.

My steps echoed off the halls, jumping back to meet me with an angry thud. Wherever it was looked like the Abbey, but this hall seemed endless. With each passing step I took in that direction, the longer it seemed to go. I wasn’t even sure I was making progress.

An agonizing scream filled the space. Circling me with a familiar voice, I desperately did not want to hear. “Help!”

“Terzo?” it was nothing but a whisper.

“Stop, please stop!”

“Copia!”

No, this can’t be happening. Taking off in the other direction, desperately trying to reach them. To save them. The halls still blurred together, nothing moving as I ran. It was like I was on a treadmill.

An eerie laugh boomed in the space around me. That laugh… IT was here. IT had them. Running even faster if that was possible. I could feel my body starting to change, but so were the halls around me. There was no way I would allow IT to get to them.

“Hurry, little rabbit. Lover boys may not make it if you don’t.”

“Don’t touch them!” I didn’t even recognize my voice anymore. It was distorted beyond recognition.

The sickening laugh bounced around the halls, growing louder the further I went. Everything was blurring together. I couldn't tell where I was anymore. The screams were only getting louder; my legs burned from how fast I ran. There was nothing in sight.

Suddenly an opening appeared, a break in the hallway leading into the church itself. Half the room had been destroyed. The pews were pushed to the far end of the room, and most of the windows were shattered, but no light dared enter the room; it was like the night sky was nothing but an empty void. Most of the statutes were destroyed, save the Lucifer statue that lay behind the altar slab.  In the center of it all, IT stood. Limps wrapped around Terzo and Copia, keeping them in place. There was blood on IT’s blinding hands, blocking out the light it was made out of.

“Get away from them!”

“What are you going to do if I don’t, little rabbit?” IT’s voice taunted me. Tightening IT’s grip around Terzo and Copia, I could hear Terzo gasping for breath. Copia had stopped struggling.

 IT takes slow short strides toward me; I take IT in. IT’s blinding light was the only light source in the room; it was like it was made from the light itself. Wings spanning close to the entire span of the altar space.  IT’s body was similar to Lucifer’s. It was lanky and had long limbs that seemed to stretch out the closer IT walked toward me. This wasn’t a demon. I had never seen anything like it before. I could still hear the muffled pleas from my boys as they struggled to break free. 

“Stop.” I plead, “Please just stop!”

“Why should I? I enjoy hearing such filth beg.” It took a few steps closer to me, its long limbs still holding Terzo and Copia in a vice grip. “I will never understand how Father can allow something like these two, like you, even to exist.”

IT stops before me, the voids where its eyes should be staring into my soul. “I, for one, can’t stand it anymore.” voice dropping several octaves.

The sickening sound of flesh being ripped apart filled the room, blood spilling to the floor. IT’s limbs come back to IT’s body. The unmistakable thud of bodies hitting the floor reached my ears. I stand there stunned as it steps to the side, taking pleasure from the scream that left my throat.

On the floor were Terzo’s and Copia’s bodies. Blood pooling around them. Copia’s arms ripped from his body, and his head twisted unnaturally. Terzo’s head was detached from his body, eyes still opened, looking back at me horrified. I cried out, tears flowing from my eyes, my legs giving out.  IT grabbed me by my arms, pulling me up from the ground so that I was eye level with IT.

“This is only a taste of what I’m going to do to you.” IT all but whispered, “You can’t escape my little rabbit.”

It starts pulling at my arms, the pain indescribable. I scream as the world around me goes black. 

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Copia’s P.O.V.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” The question was hurried as Terzo pulled me down the halls.

“You worry too much, caro; let’s just hope she’s not slee-...” The words died in his throat as a bloodcurdling scream reached our ears.

We stop for a moment, making eye contact–another scream soon follows. We stay for a moment longer before booking it down the hall to the sound of the scream. Only a few others lived down this hall; two weren’t in their room currently.

The realization made my legs move faster. Rounding the corner that leads to her door. Terzo must have realized what was happening, picking up his pace. Another deafening scream could be heard. Louder than before. It was definitely coming from her room. Her door came to the sight, the screaming getting louder.  

Not even bothering to knock on the door, barging in. Desperately searching for her, not slowing up until we reached her bedroom. Stopping at the sight before us.

She was fast asleep, hovering a good three or four feet above her bed. Her mouth opened as a silent scream ripped through her body. Her body was not the same as when we last saw her. Her arms and legs were elongated, oxy covering most of her exposed skin, her teeth and nails sharper than anything I have ever seen before.

Terzo looked at me as if I knew what to do. I was just as lost as he was. We stand there helplessly, not uttering a word for fear it would startle her more.

With one final scream, she came crashing down onto the bed. Her form remains the same. She bolts up right, gasping for air. Looking around the room, she looked like a caged animal who had been blocked into a corner.

“What, where.”

“Bella, bella breathe. Its ok.

She threw herself into my arms, reaching her other hand out for Terzo. “I thought I lost you guys.” She managed to get out between gasps for breath. I pull her close, her tears staining my shirt.

“Nothing happened; we’re right here tesoro.”  Terzo soothed her, his face resting in her hair. “What happened, amore mia?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know what it means.” Her nails dug into her skin. Despite how sharp they were, they did not break the skin.  “You… you were dead. You had your head ripped off your body… You had your arms ripped off… I couldn’t do anything; IT wouldn't let me…”

“Amore it’s ok, we’re ok. We’re not going anywhere.” I try to soothe her.

“But if IT finds me, finds you.”

“Shhh, it’s ok, we’re ok. Nothing is going to happen to you. We promise.” Terzo cut in. His hold on her tightened at her word. We lock eyes for a moment. A million questions were floating in his eyes; I can only imagine that mine looked the same. What was IT? What was she talking about?

“Please, don’t go. Stay” Breaking eye contact; we look back down at her. I don’t think I have ever heard her sound so broken before. The grip she held on my arm was iron tight.

“We’re not going anywhere, amore…”

She gripped us like we were her lifeline. Terzo and I make eye contact, a silent promise passing between us as we hold her impossibly close. We would do everything in our power to ensure she was safe. I kiss the top of her head.  I don’t think any of us will be sleeping much tonight.

Translations:

Cara- Dear

Amore mio- My love

Bellissima dea- Beautiful Goddess

Tesoro- Treasure

Piccolo- Little one

Mia signora- My lady

mia madre- my mother

Amore- Love

Author's Note:

So chapter four is finally here; this was originally going to be chapter three, so this has been in the works for a while. I have started chapter five and made some progress with it, but it's finals season, so chapter five might take just a little longer to come out than usual. Thank you guys so much for your support, and I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

🍼🧁 for whatever kids have been stuck in your mind as of late

Thank you so much Sky! I'm gonna use the ROTTMNT babies for this one hehe

🍼: what's your child's comfort item and where did it come from? is it a hand-me-down?

Karai has a lot of stuff she considers comfort items- especially her tool belt given it was a gift from Donnie when she turned eight and built her very own speaker to pick up radio signals and it her things. Donnie was a very proud and praising papa so it holds a very special memory in Kay's heart.

Jeremiah probably holds his jacket dear cause it was a hand me down from Donnie, to Karai, then to him when they were around his age. He looks up to Dee a lot, so when he learned his dad (deemed the greatest Ninja EVER in his eyes), wore it once... It took a lot of convincing for him to take it off for bathtime.

David's beanie is probably one of the only things he'll rather start crying over getting taken away than fight and get mad. His mama made it for him after he had a fit and tried to hide away in the darkness of his hair or hands. When he gets overwhelmed, it's his quiet place to hide his head into his beanie and wait for mom to find him and give him some lovings.

Additional would be a stick he uses to play sword fights with his Uncle Leo, who knighted him with it and deemed him the next greatest Ninja warrior.

The twins have blankets made out of the fabric used to give birth to them out on a live battlefield- obviously after it was cleaned of war and such, it was sewn into some other fabric with their distinct colors so they could tell them apart as babies.

Madeline's bow she wears even into her older years was once Karai’s, and she holds it dearly to her heart. She was given it after her and Karai got into a fight over something silly she can't even remember, and Kay wanted to apologize and show her only sister how much she meant to her, and gave her her old bandana.

Galileo had one thing he'll always keep special to himself and that's his hair. Not in any vain sense of course, but ever since he started to grow little brown locks he'd been told how much he looked just like his brothers and especially his mom. Given he's the only boy mutant turtle besides Donnie, he feels closer and less left out from his big brothers with his hair.

Talking about literal objects, he has a pair of specific sized pajamas his mom had picked out for him years ago... Even if he grows em out, their going to be a hand down for the rest of the Hamato line. 💜💜

🧁: what's your child's favorite thing in the world? what's their least favorite thing?

Karai’s favorite thing? Batty.

Least favorite thing? Kay HATES her braces. The second Donnie had even put them on she was begging for him to take his pliers and pry them off. She was so self conscious for weeks about the things she wouldn't even open her mouth.

Shes used to them now, but she still gets a little annoyed how they get stuck to her gums.

Jeremiah's favorite thing is reading! The little guy is nicknamed Matilda by his uncle Leo due to how intelligent and quick he can read books and move on to the next one. He also likes sharing or trying to use big words after he learns them to impress Donnie.

Jeremiah can't stand it when Donnie leaves for missions- especially if it's for long periods of time. The poor little guy is like a dog waiting by a window whenever Donnie leaves for a day or two or even a couple hours!

David's favorite thing is his uncle Leo. The kid loves this turtle and wants to be the spitting image of his fathers twin so bad. He looks up to Leo even into his older years and shows such an adoration for his uncle Donnie gets a little peeved or salty when his second son isn't running to him after missions.

And for dislikes? David is like Jeremiah, except with his mom... And it's much worse. If Tamsin even THINKS of leaving a room when David's feeling clingy, oh boy....

The twins probably love each other more than their own parents do them combined. These two are attached to the hip, and their favorite thing that they feel keeps em close is the matching outfits- even if their not fully dressed to the t, they have one accessory that's in pairs.

And what do these kids hate? Nicole doesn't enjoy very low noises like crowds or anything involving stress. It makes him nervous and anxious. Zu is kind of the same but for him is more quiet and solemn moments, they stress him out and make him panic, cause if no one's in a good mood that means someone they love isn't gong to come home anymore.

Magdeline's favorite thing is to sing. When she was little she'd babble or squeal along with Donnie's music or with Tamsins humming, and when she's older she definetly has some pipes.

Maggie can't stand insects - and no one can really blame her due to the fact the bugs during the apocalypse aren't exactly... Tiny.

Galileo loves tech! Just like Donnie. He loves spending free timee fixing up old nintendoes or hooking up PCs, even making some of his own personal trinkets and stuff from spare or old parts he goes scavenging for.

Galileo hates teasing- and his brothers are relentless. He can barely escape it, let alone when they all gang up on him just to annoy the poor softshell.

Thanks for the ask and letting me ramble about my babies!!! ^^

[lifewritteninthestars]

It's been a while since I've posted, because I wanted to spend some time focusing more attention on Baby C and let her grow a little bit so I'd have something fun to share.

While she's still not really crawling, her scoot game has gotten strong and she can definitely make her way to where she wants to go! Frighteningly, she's also begun pulling up to a stand, and I'm not ready.

While her physical skills have slowed down a little, her other skills are simply exploding. She says "Baba" now, in reference mostly to GK but also to me. We're alternating Baba and Papa, which is working out nicely for us. She can sort of say hi and yeah, too. Just recently, she also started realising that signs are a thing, so I suspect in a couple weeks she'll be signing "more" at us.

Baby C has gotten pretty good at feeding herself, although we're still mostly giving her a bite at a time after two minor choking incidents that scared us quite a lot. Every new milestone is amazing but also heartbreaking. She still gets most of her nutrition from nursing and we're not in a hurry to change that, being as she's still tiny - only 9 months.

Halloween was very fun, because she got to see a lot of things she's never seen before! She was the cutest little saggy baggy lion. I'm unbelievably excited for next October when she gets to go trick or treating for the first time!

Her big thing right now is cars. She loves to watch them drive by, especially at night with their bright lights, but even parked cars are exciting for her. I don't know where she got it from, because GK and I aren't car people - it's all her. It's amazing seeing her develop real interests. I had no clue it happened so soon, she seems so young still, but here we are. I fully expect someday I'll be taking her go-kart racing and she's gonna lose her mind.

I'm learning how to keep up with my responsibilities a little better. This month in particular is going to be spent trying to tackle a lot of the cleaning and tidying I've been putting off, and so far it's going well. I've got a big stack of things to take to the thrift store soon.

Part of what I'm learning is how to gracefully handle the lion's share of the household work while also lovingly help my husband figure out how to get involved with more of it. Eventually I'd like things to be more fair, but I don't want the current unfairness to ruin my attitude, either. I think I'm doing okay at that! Right now, I'm mostly focused on showing him the actual work that goes into maintaining a home, because he never learned how to see it before. That's going well! Our standards may never be the same, but just having my efforts be seen and appreciated feels so good and validating.

The mushrooms in the photo above are Amanitas of some variety. I didn't know they grew here, but apparently it's not uncommon to see even Amanita muscaria here - it's not just a European mountain mushroom like I thought! These might be A. muscaria, but they seem a little yellow for that, although the smaller ones are more orange. I keep meaning to do some research, but there's always something else to do. They just sprouted up around my apartment complex after the recent rains! I've lived here nearly ten years and have never seen them before; I feel so lucky! I'm getting way more interested in mushrooms lately, and have a new dream of one day finding a truffle. It doesn't even have to be a lot of truffles, or a big truffle, I just want to find one to say I've done it. I don't think I like truffle, but I know I can find somebody who'd appreciate it.

I can't remember the last time I felt so thirsty for new knowledge and so eager to plan an adventure. I feel like a part of myself that's been sleeping is slowly waking up, and it feels really good.

My PPD is still causing trouble, but I'm making more of an effort to handle the things it's causing me to neglect. With limited success, sometimes, but I am trying. Showering and bathing Baby C are still really hard, and combing my hair, etc, but I'm getting there slowly. I'm just thankful GK is here to help me.

[idioticsky]

What were they like?

Word count: 2,129

WARNING: death mentions and decapitation

"Yeah I know, I'll be careful papa!" Maya yelled our as she climbed up the stairs to the attic. It was old, dusty, filling from floor to ceiling with boxes and one trinkets. She had come up there looking for pictures to use for her project, it was about a family member and what they're like or what they did for a living, and Maya wanted to her project on her papa! From what he told her he's a super secret agent for a super secret organization, who wouldn't wanna share that to their whole class? She looked through all the boxes and books to find pictures of her papa at work to put on a poster but it was all old pictures of her papa when he was a kid or her uncles. She started giving up hope until she found a photo album titled "Mar" it looked like their used to be more, but the writing was faded and impossible to read.

"'Mar?' What's that? Oh! It must be the super server stuff papa talks about sometimes!" Maya yelled out as she threw open the album, flinging dust right into her face, causing her to sneezes for a good minute or so. She carefully brushed the dust off the photos but didn't see her papa in cool superhero poses or anything, just him and someone who she didn't know. Who is this guy? He had taner skin, amber eyes, blonde hair, and a smile that made you feel safe. He was always next to her papa, either with his arms around him or just really close, but alway with the same smile and happiness. She flipped through the album and saw more of him and papa, and more, and more. It was like this until near the end, the random stranger was holding her, she looked to be 1 and the date on the back confirmed that, the stranger was holding her as they were cooking and she seemed fine with him. But that couldn't be right, papa said that she hated strangers as a baby! Who was this guy and how was she ok with him? She clothes book, climbed down the ladder with it in hand, and ran over to her papa.

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Sora was calmly cooking in the kitchen, Problems by Mother Mother playing from a speaker as he made a vegetable stir fry that he would pair with a few other things later. Then he heard a distant "papa!" grow closer and closer until his child was basically yelling in his ear.

"What's up?" Sora asked, not taking his eyes off of what he was cooking so that it wouldn't catch fire or something.

"Who's this guy? He's in a lot of photos with you and even me when I was little, he seems like a stranger but you said I never liked strangers when I was little." Maya asked, kind of shoving the open album up to her papa. Sora glanced down for a moment before he looked back at what he was cooking, not giving it a second thought before he realized what Maya had found. He looked back at the album again, seeing a face he recognized for the first time in years. He stared at the picture for a good bit before remembering that he was cooking, then he proceeded to put the stir fry off to the side before carefully taking the album and looking through it more.

"Where did you find this hun?" Sora asked as he crouched down to be eye to eye with his daughter.

"In a box in the attic."

"Ah.. you got into those boxes.." Sora said, taking in a deep breath then letting out a long sigh. "And you want to know everything right?"

"Mhm!"

"Ok, let me finish dinner then we can talk while we eat. It's gonna take a while to explain so you can stay up late tonight if you really wanna know who he was."

"Yes! Thanks papa!" Maya yelled out before running to the cabinet to grab out plates then set the table. This was gonna be a long night.

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Sora fell onto the couch as he pushed his hair out of his face, then closed his eyes to take a break from reality for a moment. The moment he opened his eyes, he was jump scared by his daughter.

"Jesus.. why did you do that?"

"You said you would tell me about the guy in the photos during dinner, but you forgot, so you have to tell me now." Maya said while she stared into Sora's soul.

"Fine, get comfy cuz this is gonna take a good while." Sora said, picking up the 9 year old and keeping her on his lap, coving both of them in a blanket as he turned on an old vampire movie, but nothing scary.

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"The person you're asking about was Marshall Watts-" Sora started.

"Isn't that our last name papa?" Maya interrupted.

"Yes it is-" Sora stroked her hair as he looked at the screen- ".. he was your dad.."

"He was?"

"Mhm.."

"Then why isn't he around?"

"I'll tell you in a bit hun, you want to know everything so I'll start with how we met.."

"Ok."

"When your dad and I met, it was a rough day for me. I just found out that my mom was going to have your uncles and that her and Raz were engaged. I couldn't take the stress and everything in my head, so I tried to run away from it, I wanted to be free from it even just for a moment. I ran to the empty classroom we used when I was an intern and hid under the beds and cried."

"You cry papa?"

"Yep, it might not be often but I do cry."

"Huh, I never knew that." Maya said as she cuddled up to her papa's chest.

"Continuing on, I was there for a good 10 minutes before I heard someone come in, I tried to go quiet in time but they heard me and found me. That person was Marshall.." Sora had a solemn look on his face as he continued. "He asked if I was ok and sat next to me on the floor, even handed me towels to wipe off the makeup I had on that ran down my face."

"You used to wear makeup?"

"Yes but it's not important right now."

"Fine."

"As I was saying, he sat with me, introduced himself and asked what happened. I told him everything and he just listened, he didn't complain or anything, just listened. Talking with him actually gave me the courage to talk with my mom later on and express how I was feeling, helping me start breaking the habit of keeping everything bottled up. That's basically how we met and we went on stupid little adventures ever since."

"Ok, but that doesn't explain why he isn't around papa!" Maya said, starting to get inpatient.

"We'll get to that bit soon hun, don't worry." Sora said as he started to mess with the rings on his necklace. "But first, I'll explain how we ended up with you, it does include Marshall so this is vital information." Sora said (it was all bullshit, he just wanted to talk about his daughter to keep himself from crying so soon).

"Marshall and I were talking about adopting a kid for so long at that point, we already had a room set up before we even met you. Anyway, the day we met you was when you were really little, only a few weeks old. The moment Marshall got to hold you, you cuddled up to him so much that you started to cry when we were gonna put you to bed to nap. He knew at that moment that you were coming with us. And we adopted you a few months later while you stayed with us.." Sora showed Maya the pictures of when they finalized the adoption, Marshall was holding Maya up in the air as Sora smiled at both of them, Maya was a happy as she could be back then.

"I was that little?" Maya asked and she took the picture from her papa.

"Yep, and you used to be even smaller then that hun." Sora said as he started to braid Maya's hair, since her braids were falling out again.

"Woah." She was in awe as to how she was that small before. "Can we get to why he isn't around now?"

"Fine-" Sora said- "but you have to answer this, ok?"

"Ok."

"This isn't a pretty story, it gets dark. Very dark. Are you ok with that?"

Maya hesitated before she answered, "yes."

"Ok, you're free to back out at anytime hun, remember that." Sora said. Maya nodded, saying that she understood.

Sora took a deep breath, then let out one of the longest sighs he could give before he started.

"We thought it was going to be a normal mission, non of us knew what would happen.. we got a call about some gang or something I can't remember causing trouble and committing a good bit of arson. You grandparents, Marshall, and I were picked to go check things out. Everything was empty once we got there, the only sound filling the air was the crackling of fire. My mom and Raz left to check another area, while Marshall and I checked a warehouse that was nearby. Doing that is one of the biggest regrets I have to this day.." Sora said, he's face starting to burn as his vision blurred.

"We entered and the moment we did, we got shot at, I was able to deflect the bullets and Marshall and I started to fight with the gang, we were winning for the most part, until backup came.." tears were starting to fall by this point, Sora didn't even realize until he felt a stream of tears run down his face, then down his neck. But he couldn't stop now, he owned his daughter this answer, this "story."

"Their backup was made of psychics, they specialized in pyrokinesis and set the warehouse ablaze. We tried to fight but the smoke and heat made it hard to fight. It wasn't even ment to make it harder to fight!.. It was a distraction to let their buddies get away!.." Sora said, he was getting frustrated but continued on.

"It was getting hard to see by that point, but my mom and Raz finally caught on and saw the warehouse in flames, they tried to get us out but it was difficult as the entrance was starting to crumble apart. Marshall looked at me, then grabbed my arm and started dragging my to the entrance, but it wasn't enough... the entrance was about to cave in, I didn't realize and was about to be crushed as I ran ahead of Marshall, but he did.."

Maya, looked up at her papa before wiping his tears and laying her head on his chest once again, letting him continue once again.

"He noticed and.. and pushed me out of the warehouse, letting himself get crushed under the falling entrance, the only part of him that wasn't crushed was his head as it rolled next to me..."

Once Maya heard that, she shot up as she looked up at her papa, who was moments away from breaking down by this point. She didn't even know who this was, at least not well enough to remember, but she felt her face heat up and tears stream down.

"We got out of there after that, but I had to literally be dragged away from the burning warehouse.." Sora finished. Maya hugged her papa tight, not wanting to let go. He started to break down as he wrapped his arms around his daughter, keeping her close to himself and not letting her go.

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The next day was project day, and Maya was ready. She got up to the from of the class and set up her poster.

"Alright Maya, who did you do your project on?" Her teacher asked.

"I did my project on my daddy Marshall!"

"Oh?"

"Mhm! He was a agent for the, uhm.. psy.. psyco.. Psychonauts! He was really nice and made my papa really happy! He even saved my papa's life!" Maya started, she then spent the next 10 minutes explaining her daddy Marshall. As she was finishing up though, she could make out the same kind man she was shown in the corner of the room, smiling and waving to her as he leaned on the wall. She was shocked for a moment, but smiled and wave back as she whispered, "hi daddy!.. I hope you liked my project!.."

[judas-is-so-so-silly]

You asked for Enoch lore, I'm gonna give it to you. Sorry in advance for the length. Vague abuse stuff I don't go into detail.

Enoch was born in 1970 in Italy. His father is a demon, who had met his mother after she went through a rebellious phase in which she summoned a demon (enoch's father) with some of her friends. Her friends ran in fear, but she was intrigued. It's important to note that while Enoch refers to this demon as his father, she uses he/she pronouns. Nine months later, enoch's mother gave birth to Enoch, and found that her baby was not human. Enoch has horns, red goat eyes, fur/excess hair, and a tail! Due to the fact that it was the 70s and that enoch's mother wasn't married, she was sort of forced to go back to her parents, who were devoutly Catholic. She, in turn, adopted their ideals which isn't good for a half demon baby as you can imagine. Very toxic and abusive, though his mother never physically hurt him, aside from trying to get the horns removed. When Enoch is nine, his grandfather kind of loses it and dies in a rather violent incident, and Enoch is blamed for it, causing him to be sent to a boarding school until he is thirteen.

 When he is thirteen, he ends up killing the headmaster, and his father shows up and decides to offer him a deal. For most half demon children, they rarely make it to adulthood. Partially bc their demonic nature gives them super bad luck and also due to their altered appearance. Sometimes even their demon parents will kill them too.  Not enoch's though. Enochs father hasn't actually had a child before, and as far as demons go, is generally not dangerous.

The deal is basically a job offer. If Enoch accepts, he will do the earthly tasks that his father gives him. He won't die or get sick as long as he renews the deal every year via human sacrifice. Enoch accepts, and lives with his father until he is eighteen. When he is fourteen, however, he meets Copia. See, enoch's father thought Enoch was lonely and decided to introduce him to the only other half demon kid that would survive past twenty.

It's Copia. Antichrist Copia in full swing. Bc I love it.

They become friends, and Copia actually gives Enoch his name. Enoch is transgender and didn't have a name bc the only other person he talked to was his father who always referred to him as "child" or "son". Copia and Enoch are very close until Enoch disappears from Copia's life when he's nineteen. Now that he is an adult, he's learned exactly what his father wants from him and travels around the world doing it.

Most jobs are just murder, but sometimes he aids someone who has called upon enoch's father for help. Enoch is a glorified secretary basically

He does a couple of things during this time. He tries to figure himself out, dates a couple of shitty men, checks up on Copia in secret, and travels all around the world. In general, he isn't very happy during this period. He's lonely and can't connect with anyone. He only feels somewhat happy when he does his job.

Before Secondo becomes papa, he meets Enoch in the ministry when Enoch does his bi annual secret check up on Copia. He doesn't actually get his name or talk to him at all, but he sees him, wonders why he looks like he does, and gets no answers from anyone. It isn't until Secondo becomes papa when he meets Enoch again, doing his yearly human sacrifice in his hometown. They hit it off real well, but Enoch can't stay around because he's got work to do and also because he isn't interested in a one night stand with the leader of the satanic church. In general he tries not to hang around satanists because they tend to treat him like he's something to win over/tame/control. So he tells secondo that if he really wants to see him again, he can come back next year and gives him one of his teeth (it broke off in a scuffle with his human sacrifice, but it isn't a big deal bc his teeth grow back). Secondo does come back though.

Their relationship starts off kind of slow. They aren't exclusive and it very much depends on the time Enoch has. Enoch also goes into it ready to treat it like his past relationships, but Secondo shuts that down by treating Enoch like his own person lol. Enoch also reunites with Copia, who had and still has an unrequited crush on Enoch. That started off as a joke, with Copia third wheeling with his best friend and brother, and it took off from there. Enoch also has a rivalry with Terzo for something that happened when he was fifteen. Terzo hates him because fifteen year old Enoch kicked him in the shin. 

Enoch also has some powers. Whenever he does skin on skin contact with anyone he can sort of feel their sins. Also he can just stop having a physical body sometimes. Later he gets wings! 

Anyway that's like Most of his thing. I'm forgetting stuff but I'll remember later.

OK THATS SO COOL DAMN BRO YOUR OC LORE GOES HARD

[notladylikes]

9:30 pm.

‘this job’ll be easy for you, sugar,’

that’s what her daddy told her before she set off for the night. wearing nothing but a slinky black dress and a pair of high heels, knife strapped to her thigh, the brunette set out to meet charlie, one of her dad’s ‘top operatives’ - as he used to be called. now he’s trading secrets with a member outside the family, and papa can’t have that.

she sits in her car, waiting for him to exit the apartment building - hoping to ‘run into him’ on her night out tonight, slip a little something into his drink and poof, none’ll be the wiser. but that’s not how this went down. in fact, it couldn’t go more wrong.

12:00 am.

“i had it completely under control!” she says, her voice raising an octave above it’s usual volume, hands on her hips as she screams in the face of a man she would soon know to be her rival - even if they would eventually become friends. “he was eating out of the palm of my hand til you showed up with your ‘guns blazing’ attitude.” 

she says, taking a puff of a cigarette and blowing the smoke directly into gabriel’s face.

now they’ve got a dead body laying on the floor of charlie’s apartment, and it’s only a few hours until the sun is set to rise over the city. violet starts pacing back and forth, unsure of what she’s going to do about this situation. her father is going to be so disappointed in her.

“he was goin’ to kill you, what was i supposed to do, let ‘em?”

gabriel’s voice holds a tenor of disdain and annoyance laced within his tone, enough so that she was certain he wouldn’t have spit on her if she was on fire. he’s pacing back and forth himself, running his fingers through his hair.

“well, what’re we gonna do? we can’t just leave ‘em here.”

she asks, gesturing to the laid out corpse of one, charlie kiriakis, dead and starting to grow cold.

gabriel’s much more tactile than she is - normally she’s dealing with deaths from poison or overdose, something that’s a little bit easier for her to handle. and she doesn’t usually stick around to see the dead bodies in the aftermath. her stomach is already starting to turn a little.

“grab his ankles.” gabriel says, and violet’s glancing over at him as if he’d grown a second head on his shoulders, absolutely disregarding the statement altogether.

“you want me to what now?” she asks, stubbing her cigarette out in the ashtray and sticking it inside the clutch purse she brought with her - no evidence left behind, that much she knew.

“we’re gonna toss his body in the river. make it look like an accident. like he fell in or somethin’. gashed open his head an’ all. the marine life will take care of the evidence and whatnot.”

she’s still standing there, running a hand through darkened curls, not moving.

“i’m sorry…..you want me to….touch the dead body? you’re out of your fuckin’ mind.” 

“well, sweetheart, it’s either that or you’re gonna help me chop ‘em up into tiny little pieces.”

the thought alone causes her to gag, almost feeling the bile mixed with her dinner threatening to come back up the way it went down. she grimaces, but grabs onto his ankles and helps to roll him up in the rug they’d use to transport his body down to the docks.

now, years later, they’re still at each other’s throats - but they’re more or less more friendly about it. violet has gained a new lease on life, and she’s become a lot more lethal, too. the next time they handle a job it goes by swimmingly, without any sort of hiccups. she wonders if gabriel really appreciates the work she’s put into herself to turn out this way, rather than a blithering idiot she was when they first started to ‘work’ together.

if she had to have a rival in this world, she’s glad it was him. 

[mydearestkippy]

13 March 2023 - 6w5d

Dearest Kippy,

I remember when your papa and I first found out that I was pregnant with you, 2.5 weeks ago. The date was 24 February 2023, and we had just gotten home late on a Friday night, after 3 hours of bible seminar with Han Hui. It had been an incredibly exhausting week at work, and my period was due the next day. Though I was saving my one pee stick to be used after I had clearly missed my period (so, not until 2-3 days later), something in me (perhaps the Holy Spirit) prompted me to do the pee test there and then. And so I did. I wasn’t expecting much, because I had all the symptoms of someone whose period was gonna come (pimples, cramps, etc).

I peed on the stick, and when the pee stick showed a clear positive within a minute, I was in a daze. I called your papa into the toilet and we rejoiced. It all sounds so factual and calm as I am typing this now, but trust me that when it happened there were squeals and shouts between your papa and I! I can’t exactly remember what we both said but your papa was, as always, cool as a cucumber. He did already suspect that I was pregnant because he had realised how much more hair I was dropping than usual (and he had looked it up to confirm that pregnant women drop more hair haha). 

Still in a bit of a frenzy I went to shower. When I was done and drying myself, I burst out into tears - of joy-  because I couldn’t believe how incredibly blessed we were to have conceived you. All those months and years of admiring and playing with other people’s babies, casually browsing and discussing names of my future children, feeling like I want kids but I am just not ready or would never be, journeying with my best friends / sisters in Christ through their pregnancies and childbirth and seeing their kids grow up slowly - culminated into this very moment where I can say, here I am, it is my turn now. To be a mother. I am going to have a child - to have and to hold for the rest of my life;  a child who will be dependent on me and his/her father to be his/her whole world. So much to take in. But more importantly, how God provides, and in such impeccable timing too (we only started trying for you this month, and we conceived you immediately!)

Fast forward a little to 9 March, which is just 5 days ago- we went to the gynaecologist (Dr Choo Wan Ling who came recommended by a dear friend of your mommy’s), and we saw you for the first time:

There you are, all 0.38cm of you - that little white blob in the black cavity of mommy’s womb, flanked by the two +. And as I was seeing you for the first time, I was also able to hear your heartbeat. B-bop, b-bop, b-bop...I wanted to cry when I heard each unmistakable throb, capturing the life that God was giving to you.

At 6 weeks, you were the size of a grain of rice. You were (are) so tiny but you are already so perfect. Mommy is so excited for you to grow steadily and exponentially over the next few weeks. Come week 7 you’d be a peanut, week 8 a blueberry, week 9 an almond, week 10 1 grape, and week 11 a perfect plum. 

As for symptoms, thank you for being good and not giving mommy too much trouble. Apart from some slight cramping (more so in the first few weeks - which I had mistaken for period cramps) which is normal as the uterus is expanding to make way for you, and intense fatigue (mommy can’t survive without getting at least 8-10 hours of sleep every day) due to the body needing lots more energy to form the placenta, the worst I’ve experienced is bloatedness, which sometimes causes mommy to retch. 

Bloatedness is caused by increased levels of progesterone during the first trimester. Progesterone relaxes the smooth muscle tissue throughout my body, including the tissue in my digestive tract- which slows down digestion and ensures that nutrients I consume have plenty of time to enter into my bloodstream and reach you. Unfortunately, slower digestion results in more wind and discomfort in the gut, which causes the bloatedness. Mommy thinks the bloatedness shows quite clearly now, in the form of a stomach bump under tighter fitting skirts. 

Well, I think those symptoms aren’t too bad at all, but let’s see how it goes. Mommy has been taking folic acid (a tablet a day). Folic acid is important in red blood cell formation and for healthy cell growth and function. The nutrient is crucial during early pregnancy to reduce the risk of birth defects of the brain and spine. Mommy will also start taking calcium tablets- this will ensure your teeth and bones will be strong next time, and that mommy will also not suffer from bone loss (osteoporosis) during old age. Mommy is looking forward to receiving a healthy and perfect you into the world on or before 2 November 2023.

Right now mommy won’t be sharing this good news of your existence with my friends officially yet (although a few people, like mommy’s parents, already know), until the first trimester has passed (in another 6 weeks). Meanwhile though, mommy has had to make adjustments to her diet. I have changed all my morning coffee capsules to decaf versions, and banned myself from any alcohol and raw food at all. Before I was pregnant, I had thought that it would be so hard to give up these things and control my diet so strictly (mommy has an issue with self-control and loves her coffee / oysters and sashimi / a glass of wine or can of beer from time to time, you can ask daddy) but somehow it has not been as hard to resist these things as I thought. The harder part is in not arousing my friends’ suspicion as I reject eating the very things I used to love, or as I convey the fact of my bloatedness and intense fatigue (without revealing the cause) to them.

Mommy shall sign off now, with this drawing of a cute pokemon called Mudkip, which you have been nicknamed after. 

My love for you began since you started growing in my womb, and my only mission is to keep you safe and love you always.

[andysbubba]

hello there! i just discovered this song called “emily” by james arthur and i was wondering if i could please request a dad! chris with that song? just him bringing his new baby girl home and him loving her 🥺😩 very softie right now tbh! thank youuuu x

daddy and emily

↳ chris getting some daddy-daughter time with emily

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walking dodger! em's milk is in the fridge. be back soon. you got this, papa!

ps; i left my phone here on purpose ;)

Chris freaked out for a moment, instantly realising that he's alone with Emily. He has never been alone with his little girl. At least not without you being somewhere in the house too. But now? You're nowhere near and Chris has no way of contacting you if anything happens. He's scared shitless.

Just on cue, the little girl starts blinking her eyes open and a soft cry leaves her lips. He takes a deep breath, calming himself down before he picks Emily up and cradles her in his arms.

"Good mornin', pretty girl." Chris says softly, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss on her head with a smile on his lips. "Daddy's here, baby. I got ya, okay?"

His heart warms when a tiny smile peeks out on Emily's lips, her eyes glinting and her small hand is wrapped around Chris' index finger. He leans down, and kisses her hand, watching as his little girl grins wider at the action.

"Lets go heat up your food and wait for mommy to come back with your brother, alright?"

He knows she doesn't understand what he's saying but you've always said that Em loves his voice and loves hearing him talk. And if that will stop Em from crying, Chris is willing to do anything.

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He's holding his girl up, palm rubbing her back so he can get her to burp. Chris doesn't really know why but you've always done it so he figures that it should be important.

"C'mon, baby. I dunno why I'm supposed to make you burp but mommy has always done it, hasn't she?" He laughs breathily when Emily giggles softly at his words. "You're the cutest, sweetheart. Just like your mommy, huh?"

"You think mommy's tryin' to test me? She's taking a long time walking Dodger, isn't she?" He chuckles softly when Emily finally lets out a quiet burp. He holds her against his torso and Emily's cheek is pressed against his chest. "I'll be honest, Em. Daddy's pretty scared you're gonna cry, so promise me you won't, okay?" He gently caresses her back, hoping to calm her down.

He regrets his words immediately when Em's face cramps up, scrunching into a frown before a loud cry leaves her lips. Chris' eyes widens, instantly pulling Em up and closer to him.

"Oh no, baby. It's okay, sweetheart. I'm sorry, daddy shouldn't have said that, huh?" He holds her, pressing soft kisses on her forehead. "Should I try and sing for you, baby? Is that gonna make you feel better?" His voice was soft when he turns Emily around and cradles her in his arms. Chris laughs lightly when his little girl calms down, staring up at him and sort of waiting for him to sing. He clears his throat with a smile.

Dear Emily I really wanna write this carefully Know that we're a family It's only you, your mom and me Dear Emily We're gonna live forever happily I'm gonna ask your mum to marry me But there's some things you need to know

He has no idea what he's doing but Emily stopped crying so Chris figures that he's definitely doing something right.

Poppa was a rolling stone playing in a sold out show, yeah Taking all the highs and lows, been living with an empty soul, yeah And if you ever read the things they wrote, I hope that you can let them go I was living in a different world before I had my little girl, yeah Emily When I hear you cry I'll sing you back to sleep Do you know you inspire all my melodies? 'Cause you make me a better man than I'll ever be, ever be, ever be Because of you, Emily Dear Emily I saw you way before you came to me 'Cause I picked out your name and wrote it on paper I needed life and life came and gave me Emily Will I be good enough for you? The truth is I'm afraid of everyone and anything that could hurt you

Chris didn't even register the front door opening. He's too enthralled with how peaceful his daughter looks with her eyes fluttering close. But he keeps on singing the lyrics of your favourite song that you're always playing on repeat. He doesn't know who sang it but he has always felt that he could relate to the lyrics.

Oh, Emily If you ever feel lonely, just sit next to me Since we brought you home with us you're everything 'Cause you make me a better man than I'll ever be, ever be, ever be Because of you, Emily, yeah Oh, you're all I'll ever need, baby You're all I'll ever need, oh no, no no, no When I'm looking at your tiny feet I feel your heartbeat here inside of me I feel a love that I just can't believe

He's used to being in the public's eye. And he had a pretty wild life before you and Emily came into his life. The first time he saw a picture of the ultrasound and it truly dawned on him that he's having a daughter with the love of his life, Chris cried. It was easily one of the happiest days of his life.

He knows at that exact moment- there's nothing he wouldn't do for you, Emily and Dodger. His little family.

He sees some sort of movement from the corner of his eyes so Chris instantly turns, seeing you stand there and guiltily holding your phone up, seemingly recording his whole lullaby session. Dodger was obediently sitting by your side, so Chris has a feeling that you told Dodger to be quiet before you two came in.

"How long have you been standing there?" Chris asks quietly, a smile growing on his lips before he stands up from the sofa, careful not to move his hands too much so Emily stays asleep.

"You're the best dad, bubba."

He leans down when he's close enough, pressing a kiss against your lips and he rests his free arm around your shoulders. "You left your phone on purpose?"

You giggle softly at his question before you lean down and softly kiss Emily's cheek. "Thought you might need some daddy-daughter time. So I brought this guy out." Your hand reaches down and rubs Dodger's fur, laughing when he nuzzles into your leg.

"I'll go put this little one in her cot then we can have breakfast, okay?"

You hum as Chris leans down and presses his lips against your forehead before he turns around with Emily in his arms and going up to Em's nursery.

Chris sets Em down in her cot, arranging the pillows and the small bears so she's comfy. "Y'know, little one." Chris starts, hand reaching down and brushing Emily's hair off her face. "I've got a little ring hiding in the drawer." He whispers, leaning close to his daughter and kisses Emily's hair. "Once you wake up, daddy's gonna take the ring and ask momma to marry me, okay?"

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i have no idea what's up with me and babies lately– i swear to god i cannot stop thinking about being pregnant or like just carrying a baby jebdusbhssh 😭😭😭

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[mango-bango-bby]

can we get a scenario where tabiki accidentally hurts his mama because he was excited about his quirk? <3

♡ Quirks ♡

(A/N: Y’all loved my last domestic Dabi fic, so here’s another one!!! Also, yes, I wrote another domestic fic, cause I love Dabi and I have baby fever)

Summary: Your and Dabi’s son, Tabiki, thinks that he can use his quirk after he got it. However Dabi bans him from using it. In a moment of retaliation the young boy uses his quirk only to end up injuring you, his beloved mama (Yan!Dabi x GN!Reader **readers pronouns aren’t in this but they’re referred to by Tabiki as ‘mama’**)

(⚠️ Mentions of burns and injury ⚠️)

“Tabiki” Dabi chides, watching his son start up his quirk and looks at the fire in amazement. Tabiki only pouts and continues watching the blue flame in his hand. Dabi sends another glare towards his som, this time the young boy puts out the fire in his hand.

Tabiki he only gained his quirk about a week ago. Much to Dabi’s dismay, his son had inherited his quirk. Dabi dreaded the day that Tabiki got his quirk, he had honestly hoped the young boy would be quirkless. It would be better than him getting a quirk that hurts him, but that hadn’t happened. So, Dabi banned his son from using his quirk. He can’t have one of the only people he lives being in pain all the time, like he is.

“Ugh- papa, you’re no fun!” Tabiki groans, throwing his small body dramatically over the couch. Despite his fathers words, he was still adamant on using his quirk. Did he want to listen to his papa? Yes, he never wants his papa to be upset with him. However, his want to be like Dabi overwhelmed that. He wanted to look like his papa, he wanted to talk like his papa, he wanted to be cool like his papa! And, in order to do that he needed to use his quirk!

“Mama” Tabiki whines, crawling over the couch and onto your lap. “Tell papa that I can use my quirk! I’m big enough too, I’m almost six!” Your son grumbles, knowing that Dabi listens to you when you ask him for something. “Sorry, bubby. Mama doesn’t make the rules, papa does” You pinch the young boy’s cheek, only for him to dramatically complain.

“That’s right” Dabi retorts, ruffling his son’s spiky hair earning a angry pout from Tabiki. “Ugh! But papa, look at how good I can control it” Tabiki pouts, letting a small blue flame go up in his hand.

Dabi can feel his eye twitch, Tabiki’s only your lap, meaning he could hurt himself and/or you. “Tabiki, put the flame out” Dabi growls, crossing his arms over his chest, Tabik huffs before sticking out his tongue at the older male. The more upset Tabiki gets the higher the flame grows.

“Put the flame out! This is the last time, I’m going to say it” Dabi says, worry for you and his son growing in his head. Tabiki only yells in return “No! You don’t understand, papa!”

On that moment you move to try to calm the young boy down, only for your arm to burned by the blue flames covering your sons arm. You let out a sudden cry of pain, cradling the injury with your opposite hand.

“Mama!”

“Y/n!”

Both of your boys yell at the same time, Tabiki being swiftly picked up be his father and set gently on the floor. Dabi kneels on the ground in front of you, prying your hand off your arm to inspect the burn. “Shh, it’s alright, doll. It’s not to bad” Dabi attempts to comfort, your son watching you cry silently because of something that he did.

Dabi picks you up, guiding over to the kitchen to run cold tap water over your arm. Dabi can hear Tabiki try to catch up to you two, completely concerned for his mama. You rub the tears off your face, sending a small smile towards Dabi and Tabiki as a way of showing them that you’re alright.

You’re body relaxes slightly at the feeling of the cold water running down your skin and Dabi’s hand rubbing your back as he leaves kisses over your face, trying to make you feel better. You can feel small hands grab onto your leg along with shaking.

“M-Mama” Tabiki whines “I-I’m so sorry! I should have listened to papa!” He sobs, he usually doesn’t cry so the sight of the young boy crying breaks both yours and Dabi’s heart.

“You should have.” Dabi states, “So, next time, you’ll listen to papa when he says not to do something” Dabi continues, looking down at the small boy with strict eyes. Tabiki nods his head vigorously. He feels like the worst son ever, Tabiki loves his father but he also loves you. He’s very protective over you and he didn’t even think that he would hurt you.

“Hey, Tabs, it’s alright” you say, still enjoying the cold water running over your searing skin. “Mama’s gonna be ok. Next time, listen to papa, he knows what’s best for you. It took me a while to find that out too”

[un2-verse]

BILLY — Kim Taehyung (1)

》 News of a Sadistic Serial Killer nicknamed “Jigsaw” is spreading around town like wildfire… the nickname stemming from the puzzle piece he cuts from every victim’s body. No one knows who he’ll trap next but in a town full of delinquents and criminals, it could never be you. Right? 《

pairings: john kramer!taehyung x female reader

warnings: dark themes, angst, yandere, murder, torture, self harm, suicide, stalking etc.... (will add more when i know lol) although it is rather innocent in the first couple chapters(?) so idk it could be slow burn but i guess we’ll find out as i write it >< ,, it’s my version of saw if saw was a fucked up love story lol. Please don’t read if any of the topics mentioned trigger you!! 18+

this fic is exactly that, fiction!!!! the au does not represent the characters mentioned irl......

synopsis: you end up lost on the other side of town, where you cross paths with a handsome stranger, kim taehyung, only.... are you a stranger to him?

[a/n: daffodils represent; love me, sympathy, desire and affection returned...]

word count: 3k

series masterlist

part two

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Hiding behind a mask was something you were accustomed to. Your friend group and family were clueless to the torment you endured from simply existing. You were confident your masking had convinced the world you were happy with yourself. Unbeknown to you, one other person saw straight through your façade.

You wanted to end your life.

He needed you to cherish your life.

Nothing looked familiar. The café you frequented was nowhere to be found. Your usual hangout was most definitely not on the side of town you found yourself in. You felt anxiety slowly curl its way around your body, you were frigid. You tried and tried but couldn’t find it in yourself to run.

You lived in the more friendly part of town (so to speak) – where houses were colourful, gardens pristine, warm-hearted neighbours who would treat you like family and white picket fences are what surrounded you. That was your norm, sure, you weren’t exactly loaded but you weren’t exactly poor either. It was a healthy balance in the middle. That’s not to say you hadn’t lived or seen this side of town before.

Your Mother and Father had grown up on this side of the fence. Two young people brought up in the rougher, more unfortunate areas. Your Mother was tough; she looked like a naïve, weak girl, albeit that was not the case. She was strong willed, used to life on the streets and doing anything she could to get money to make sure there was at least some food on the table. While your Mum was the leader, your Dad was more of a sheep. He was easily influenced and was dragged into the wrong crowd (had his fair share with drugs and street racing). That was their life for a few years till they crossed paths and your Mum helped your Dad get back on the right track.

They didn’t tell you much about their childhood and adolescence but they told you enough to make you appreciate what you have and to always work hard for it. To stick with the right people, be wise and conscious of your decisions. Be kind to those around you.

Your family owned a garage; your Dad was the head mechanic. This was the sole reason you were here. You knew it wouldn’t be simple when you agreed to go to this side of town to get a few bits for your Father’s shop. However, you didn’t expect it to be this difficult. How could you be so stupid? Why didn’t you just ask Hoseok and Yoongi to come with you like your father told you to? Or at least tell them where you were… yet you decided today of all days to be stubborn and venture on yourself, knowing full well how unsafe the area was. There were rundown businesses on either side of the road, beggars at every doorstep; drug dealings happening in broad daylight, no one even trying to hide it.

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket, you took it out and sighed a breath of relief once you’d read the texts.

14:37— From Papa: U ok munchkin ??? Did u get the stuff ?

14:39— From Papa: its ok if u didnt. Yoongs rang said hes got majority this morning lol so be safe n get home soon . Love u

14:40— To Papa: ohhh ok pops, i couldn’t find the shop anyway lol i’ll head back soon, love u too x

*LOW BATTERY*

“Fuck, trust me to forget to charge the bastard.” You rolled your eyes as you stuffed the phone back in your pocket.

Muffled shouting was heard around you. People ran across the street, bumping into you as they ran past. You gathered yourself and moved further down the path. “Great!” you exasperated, “honestly I’m so fucking stupid! Yoongi’s gonna kill me for this, I knew, I knew I should’ve told him I was coming over here but no,” your head was hung low as you dragged your feet across the pavement, “maybe I could tell Hobi, he wouldn’t be as angry right? I’m sure he’ll come,“ A sudden scream ripped you out of your chuntering. You whipped your head to the right, you could make out some figures bustling about in front of you, a group of men were quite clearly fighting… your anxiety struck you and you held your breath as you saw a man pull a knife from the waistband of his sweatpants. All thoughts and common sense seemed to leave all at once. Statue like, feet stuck to the ground. You watched on as the group rushed towards the brown haired man, you scanned his figure: tall, broad, confident… he exuded an intimidating aura even when you were this far away from him.

How could someone be so sure of themselves? It was one against five, surely the loner had no chance?

The glistening of the knife brought you back to your senses. Fucking hell. How do you always end up in these situations when you’re alone? Why me? Why? Good Lord, I need to run. Just as you were about to leave, the group who were arguing charged past you; one gripped his side as another supported his weight. Holy fuck, did he stab him? you stood frozen, yet again, your mind raced a mile a minute. Panic bubbled in your chest.

“You okay there Doll?” His voice was deep, velvet-like. It flowed so smoothly you doubted it was real, it was so soothing like it had wrapped itself around you, embracing your body. You heard his footsteps before he planted himself beside you. His shoulder reached the top of your head, his hand brushed yours. Swallowing your nerves you dared a glance up. He was fucking breath-taking, like a fallen angel. The stranger shot you a small smile that you would’ve easily missed had you not been staring at his features… a blush crept up your neck as you nodded. His smile slowly twisted into a smirk.

Cute, Taehyung thought to himself. Couldn’t help but adore the way you slightly trembled under his gaze, the way your hands gripped and twisted your sweater paws. Almost like a puppy. He cleared his throat and reached his hand to yours, “Sorry, I should’ve introduced myself. I’m Taehyung.” you took his hand into yours, apprehensively you greeted him, “I’m Y/N.”

“Ah, Y/N. I haven’t seen you round here before, you new or something?” Taehyung cocked his head to the side, his eyes seemed to stare right through you.

“Uhm, I don’t live here. I live over the other part of Town… I was just grabbing some stuff for my Dad but, my phones about to die. I have no idea where I am or how to get home, I’m sorry, I promise I didn’t see anything!” a deep chuckle cut you off, Taehyung smiled and beckoned you to follow him.

“Come on Y/N, you’re not suited for this side of Town, I’ll walk you back. A pretty little thing like you, you’re easy prey to these guys.” your feet fell into a cautious pace behind him, he glanced over his shoulder, “hurry up Buttercup, I don’t bite.” Taehyung flashed a boxy grin in your direction, which caused you to speed up ever so slightly.

You were unsure how you felt about letting a complete stranger walk you home, Yoongi would definitely kill you for this. Especially with the recent news of some serial killer named ‘Jigsaw’, Yoongi and Hoseok had been very stern and their usual, overprotective selves when the news had broken out. “It’s on every headline Y/Nie! No more leaving the house on yourself, you need to go anywhere you ring either of us. Got it? Don’t talk to anyone you don’t know either. There’s some dodgy fucks about recently.” Although, you loved them dearly, sometimes their protectiveness was a...little overbearing. You already felt suffocated from your parents (you didn’t need it from your best friends as well). They were happy and believed you to be too; but that was exhausting, faking happiness. You had a constant façade, acted like a happy normal teenager with a happy family; when that was far from the truth.

Drowning. That’s how you’d explain the way you felt. Breathing was difficult and brought you more pain than it was worth. Growing up was tedious, you had grown differently to your peers which only brought ridicule and embarrassment for you. You had struggled with your speech (sometimes you still do), you often stuttered, mispronounced words, the list was endless. That was one of the first reasons you were a castaway. As you grew, the ridicule worsened. Verbal abuse turned physical from your classmates. They made you feel like you were a waste of space. The names they called you, you soon started to believe them. Ugly. Weird. Freak. Stupid. They took root in your brain, slowly they grew and grew till your head was overgrown with twisted, rotten weeds.

Eventually, you sought comfort in blood. You didn’t care that it hurt you; you were almost happy to feel pain. Like you deserved to.

By age 14, you had started to skip school. Only ever there for exams and a couple of art classes you had with Jeongguk. He was what you would’ve called a best friend, he supported you and was by your side till you left school. He went away to college and like always with school friends, you drifted apart. Nevertheless, he still texts you now and then to check in.

Although you were (once) close with Jeongguk. He never knew of your inner demons, the same with Yoongi and Hoseok. You didn’t want to feel like a burden and worry your friends when they had shit to worry about themselves.

Why devastate flowers that flourish beautifully with weeds that manage to twist their way around every crack?

You had walked for a few minutes now, having chatted absentmindedly about anything and everything. The roads still didn’t look familiar to you and you just wished they did, you didn’t want to be away from your home any longer, your feet were starting to ache, your phone was on 10% battery and it was fucking cold. You just wanted to be back in bed tucked up watching Lady and the Tramp or 101 Dalmatians for the millionth time. You felt safe and content when you indulged in your comfort films. Far away from the real world and wrapped up in the false reality. They easily distracted you and that's when you truly felt at peace. Your mind was always too busy thinking about how cute it was when Tramp calls Lady, Pidge or how in love Pongo and Perdy were.

Majority of the time you fantasised about having a love similar, but then again, why would you wanna make yourself vulnerable like that? Is the risk of being hurt (more than you are now) any good? Of course it’s not. Fuck that, life isn’t nothing like those shitty romance films or novels… It’s real and painful.

As you and Taehyung rounded the corner, a little cafe caught your eye, a dainty blue and pink building. Fairy Lights strung up around the windows, you could see a handful of people inside, busy sipping their drinks and chatting away to one another. ‘Aroma Mocha’ hung above the doors. It looked so cute and simple. Your previous thoughts left your mind as quick as they had come. You wanted to go inside, it had an enticing atmosphere.

Taehyung hadn’t realised you’d stopped walking until he couldn’t hear the soft thud of your footsteps behind him, he turned as he called out to you, your eyes still fixed on the cafe. He chuckled to himself, “Fucking adorable, like a kid at christmas,” he walked back over to you. “Hey Doll, you wanna go in?” He felt his heart quicken when you looked at him with those pretty eyes, “We’ve plenty of time to get you back before it’s dark angel.” You answered him with a nod as you turned your head from Taehyung to look back at the alluring little cafe.

Not a second had passed before Taehyung grabbed your hand and pulled you across the road to the entrance; you ignored the warmth of his hand as it intertwined with yours; you ignored the way your tummy erupted with butterflies. Taehyung had stopped to hold the door for you, you murmured a small, “thank you,” looking up at him, the heat that crept up your cheeks making your face resemble that of a doll’s he thought to himself. Once he ushered you fully inside, he placed his hand to rest on the curve of your waist as he guided you to the back corner of the room, where a quaint table for two was unoccupied, a little pot of Daffodils sat atop. How fitting...

Taehyung was quick to pull the chair out for you to take a seat, you pulled it in as you sat down and sent a shy smile his way, “I’m sorry, I know we just met Taehyung but this place is so fucking precious! I hope I’m not bothering you, if I am we can just carry on walking or, I could ring a Taxi? Is this weird? Oh god, I can’t believe--”, Taehyung threw his head back as he laughed, a sound that seemed to wrap its way around your soul, twisting around your heart in the nicest of ways, it was almost like a killer to the weeds taking over your body. A temporary release. You felt like you could really breathe in those short seconds of his laughter.

“Angel, if you were bothering me, I’d have kept on walking. That, or I would’ve called you a Taxi myself, it’s no problem honestly.” You ducked your head as he sent a wink your way, fuck sake Y/N get it together! Why are you acting like a fucking schoolgirl?

“Well I uh, appreciate it so, yeah thank you?” You don’t know what to do, you’re here with the most gorgeous person you’ve ever laid your eyes on… yet you have no clue if what you saw was real, did Taehyung stab someone? Could someone have had the knife who wasn’t Taehyung? Was he even the person you saw in that altercation? Did you imagine everything that had gone off?

Before you had chance to overthink it, a light bubbly voice greeted your ears, “Hi! Welcome to Aroma Mocha, I’m Jimin and I’ll be your server today. Is there anything I can get you?” Jimin held his gaze on you as he flashed you a friendly smile, Taehyung turned around at the sound of his best friend, “Oh, Tae! I wasn’t expecting to see you today, what are you doing here? And who’s this pretty little lady?”

“This is Y/Nie, she was in the neighbourhood so we thought we’d nip in for something to drink before I take her back to hers.” you sent a warm smile to Jimin which he gladly returned, “I’ll have my usual and can you get Y/Nie a Strawberry Iced Tea? Thanks man.”

Once Jimin had disappeared to make your drinks, you shot your eyes to Taehyung, “Uhm, how’d you know I like Strawberry Iced Tea?” Taehyung didn’t even look in your direction as he scrolled through his phone, eyes glued to the screen. A minute passed by and he’d still not acknowledged your question so you let it slide, it wasn’t that big of a deal right? Your mind drifted. Your fingers rested atop of your lap, hidden from the sight of onlookers, picking around your nails as anxiety flooded your body. You felt like you were about to suffocate. You shouldn’t be talking to anyone, you shouldn’t let anyone close. You were only going to fuck everything up in a heartbeat. It’s only natural. Self deprecating thoughts devoured and made their way through your veins, poisoning yourself further; your whole body felt as though it was alight.

Jimin brought you your drinks, placed them carefully in front of the pair of you as you both said your thanks.

The click of Taehyung’s phone being locked and the clearing of his throat brought you back to your senses. “The drink I ordered for you is popular here so, I assumed you’d like to try it. You wanna talk about what’s bothering you?” your eyes shot up to meet his, your head tilted a little to the left as your tongue wet your lip, so puppy like...

You stared incredulously, “I don’t know what you’re talking about Taehyung.” You leant forward slightly as you wrapped your lips around the straw and took a sip.

Taehyung saw the way you sucked your drink up through your straw, his eyes darkened. Thankful to have worn sweatpants that day, he shifted himself discreetly, “I’m not stupid Angel, I know what you’re doing under the table. I’m here, so talk to me. I’ll listen to whatever you gotta say.”

You stuttered as you wracked your brain for something to say, “I-I only met you like forty minutes ago, I don’t even tell my friends what’s wrong. Not that there is, everything’s fine.”

You met me just short of an hour ago, he thought to himself, “You don’t have to lie to me Y/Nie…” he grabbed your hands that were laid near the cup of your Iced Tea. His thumb rubbing circles onto the back of your hand. You looked small and fragile, like the Daffodils on the table; one little pluck and you’d be ruined. He wouldn’t admit it to you just yet but, Taehyung fucking loved how delicate you seemed as you sat across from him.

How easy it would be to take your life away. How easy it’d be to pull those weeds up that are poisoning you, torturing you every single day. He shook his head, as he cleared those thoughts. No, only Y/N can make that decision. I’m just going to help her choose.

Live or Die.

You visibly winced, “You don’t know me. Think whatever the fuck you want about me, it doesn’t matter.” your eyes flashed hurt as you went back to picking your skin. You knew it, this whole encounter was too good to be true. A complete stranger (well acquaintance technically) had just presumed shit about you, the fact he was right is what hurt more. You didn’t want anyone to know how you were feeling. Or how you were dealing with it.

You couldn’t exactly tell him to piss off, you still needed his help home and so you tried to distract yourself from the unsettling gaze that watched your every move. You let out a breath as Taehyung went back to his phone. Your eyes drifted as you picked up the local Newspaper, your eyes skimmed over the headline, ‘Jigsaw Traps Continue’. Taehyung noticed you staring at the front page, and chuckled, “you scared of Jigsaw Angel?”

You shook your head, why would you be scared of some nutjob who’s targeted criminals and drug dealers? You’re a nobody. “Of some psychopathic puppet?” if anyone did anything to you that would threaten your life, it would be you. Taehyung just laughed in return as you skipped the article and skim-read the other pointless stories.

You were fucking clueless as to who he was while he knew every little thing about you. He had watched you for months… His precious little Y/Nie… Oh how silly you were, taking your life for granted.

You hated yourself that much, you were willingly marking yourself up. Tainting your skin… oh your skin, how fucking beautiful and soft it looked, even with all the scars it still looked perfect… Taehyung wanted nothing more than to whisk you away and lock you inside with him. Forever. He didn’t want anyone touching what was his.

He knew you wore a mask when in public, too afraid to show your real self. Little did you know, he wore a mask himself...only he wore it to better other people.

He had a plan.

And you’d soon find out.

Let the games begin.

[cottoncandyjester]

need more content of darling with the yandere kids barley see them interact together☹️

Part 1 of wholesome parent darling stuff! Definitely will do a part 2

Warning this contains: talk about self harm, wholesome stuff

Lyric:

lyric was a mystery to you, he was always in his room for hours and hours never letting you in. You never felt more confused about your own child, when did he become so distant.

“Lyric, hey baby?” You cooed out as you stood outside his door, there was a few moments of silence before he opened the door. “Yeah? What’s up?” He said, now holding his camera in his hand.

“What are you up to?” You asked out softly hoping for some kind of answer, lyric looked down nervously trying to decide how he should answer “well I was gonna go out into woods and take some photos, I usually only take photos of the city so I wanna change it up” he said softly.

“Oh? How about we have a picnic then, just me and you!” You cheered out excitedly with a bright smile. Lyric looked at you in confusion before giving a soft nod, you reached out softly ruffling his hair, the contact making him tense up for a brief moment before he relaxed under your touch.

“Go get dressed yeah? We’ll make it a whole day” you said happily, now excited to bond with lyric some more. Lyric watched as you happily walked out a look of discomfort on his face as his gripped his camera

He didn’t deserve your love..he didn’t deserve neither your or zeke’s love, he was a bad kid..so why were you so nice? Lyric sighs before he got dressed, humming as he put cute hair clips you bought him in his hair.

He likes all the things you get him, it made him feel so warm and happy inside. “You ready?” You called out, your response making him perk up as he grabbed his bag and sling it over his shoulder now walking to the door where you stood with the car keys and a basket.

As you two sat on the picnic blanket, lyric laid on his back taking pictures of the sky, you suppose now was a good of time if any to try to get him to open up.

“Hey, lyric?”

“Hmm?”

“Yknow me and dad are here for you, right? No matter what” you said softly, your response making him shudder as he sat up and looked up at you now looking down nervously. “Something is going on with you, I just wish you would talk to me..I know you’re not a baby anymore but you’ll always be my child” you said lovingly.

You were surprised to see tears roll down his cheeks, a sniffling escaping him as he looked at you “I-I’m sorry, all I do is make you and papa stress..I-I wish I could be good, I just want to be good” he cried out, you quickly pulled lyric into a hug as he cried into your chest.

“ oh baby,. You are good. You’re amazing and smart and so talented” you cooed out as you pulled him back now wiping his tears away as he looked at you, for the first time in a while he let his walls down..he actually felt like a normal kid.

Lyric vented to you in ways he hasn’t for a while, he told you everything from the self harm to indigo to what he was feeling. There were lots of tears and crying but it made you two closer. “I-I wish you told me sooner, I’m always in your corner” you cried out as you hugged lyric close who was smiling despite his tears..

He really did love you so much..maybe he did deserve your love.

Yuuri:

“You didn’t have to come..” yuuri mumbled out softly as he glanced away, an embarrassed blush on his face as you two stood backstage. “And miss my kid’s first official concert? No way!” You cheered out happily with a smile, you were so proud of him!

“Ah, what if I’m not any good..” he mumbled out nervously with a shaky huff “there is a lot of people out there, what if I screw up?” He said softly with a scared expression, you softly grabbed his hands the action making him look at you in shock.

“You’re gonna do great! Wanna know why?”

“W-why?”

“Cause you’re the greatest no matter what! and I love you no matter what!” You cheered out, your remark being heard by his bandmates

“Oooh yuuri, they wuvvvv you!”

“Say you wuv them back, wittle yuuri”

Yuuri growled lowly, face red “s-shut up! We go on soon! Come on!” He hissed out angrily before glancing back at you “thanks..” he whispers out with a grin. “Hey, it’s my job” you said before giving him a thumbs up and walking off to take your seat.

When on stage, yuuri let out a shaky breath before looking out into the crowd eyes landing on you, you were proud of him..that’s all he really needed.

Yuuri put everything he had in that performance, he was pretty sure his voice was gonna be gone the next day from how much he was screaming. Even still he really wanted to find you and gush about how amazing it was. “I did it! They cheered so loud! And they sounded like they liked it! It was so cool and-” you held back a laugh as yuuri vented, where did the time go..he was already 17 yet here he was gushing and ranting like a little kid.

Without thinking you reached out and ruffled up his hair “you were amazing” you said softly. Yuuri stopped talking and looked at you, his smile growing bigger as he rubbed the back of his neck “of course I was!you raise me after all!” He cheered out

Kai:

“What made you wanna dye your hair?” You asked Kai as you applied the dye to his hair, he suddenly asked you to dye his hair..which you of course agreed to! “Well, I figured dying it blue would be fun” he cheered out making you tense up.

“B-blue..?”

“Yeah! The dye I bought is blue, the box is blue after all!” He cheered out, you glanced at the blue box with bright pink letters on it..oh dear. “You really want blue hair?” You said nervously, you and rin didn’t have the smartest kid..but damn he does try to be.

“Well honestly I thought blue would match me a lot, so yeah!” He cheered out happily. “Baby, my sweet boy..you bought pink hair dye..” you said softly as you looked at his hair..you already applied it all on.

“H-huh but the boy-”

“It says pink hair dye on it kai” you said softly making him silent.

“Oh..we’ll that’s okay!” He cheered out happily, you were so glad that he wasnt a picky kid. After waiting the suggested time you helped him wash it out before styling it.

“Ta-da” you cheered out as you two stood in a mirror, he gasps softly not sure what to think..pink did look nice but he felt dumb for getting the wrong dye. “ I look like a bubblegum..” he whispers out softly.

“You don’t like it?” You asked worriedly, he looked to you before smiling “no no I do love it! I just feel silly..I made a dumb mistake again..” he said sadly, you frowned now hugging him “aww Kai, it wasn’t dumb..I think it looks better like this!” You reassured him with a laugh

“Then will you dye your hair pink too? We can match!”

Freya:

You definitely noticed freya sneaking into the house, trying to be sneaky as she tried to creep to her room. “Freya, I see you” you said firmly making her squeak, you got a call from her school saying that she didn’t go that day.

“Wanna talk to me and tell me why you missed school?” You asked out softly, the girl looked down a wave of nervousness washing over her. “I-I don’t wanna go to school anymore..they don’t wanna call me freya, a-and they keep making me use the boys bathroom still” she said softly clearly very uncomfortable.

Your eyes softened and you sighed heavily, hugging the girl “I’ll make some calls okay? But next time you gotta let me know, or else I can’t fix it” you said lovingly.

“Also, you changed how you styled your hair..it’s pretty” you said with a smile, the fact that you noticed made the girl tear up with a happy expression. “Y-you noticed?! I-I’m trying to look cuter lately” she said softly as she messed with her hair tears rolling down her cheeks.

“I-of I look cuter than people will stop calling me a boy” she mumbled out softly, freya really was a soft sensitive soul. “You’re not a boy though. You’re my awesome and beautiful daughter!” You cheered out, now making the girl cry more as she hugged you tightly.

“Hey, how about we go out for a pampering? Nails done and even shopping yeah?” You asked softly, freya nodded softly still burying her tear stained face in your clothes. “You’re the best.” She whispers out softly.

“Of course I am, yknow how clueless your father can be about this” you said with a huff, you adored and loved prince..but he wasn’t the most knowledgeable about this topic and only ever made freya feel worse about herself.

You made sure to only raise her up and she adored you for that

[peachtree-dish]

A Te Che Sei il Mio Amore Grande Ch. 2

Dopo un Giorno Pieno di Parole

Chapter summary: Alberto and Giulia grow as siblings, Giulia asks a stressful question, Alberto panics and Massimo tries to offer advice.

Giugno 12, 1969

Leaping from the cliff, Alberto deftly dove into the warm waters of the Italian Riviera. Giulia shrieked with laughter as his tail splashed a small wave over her.

“Idiota! Just wait till I get my hands on you.” Alberto grinned as she futilely tried swimming after him.

“Woah, sorellina, does Massimo know you have a mouth like that?” Alberto swam easily out of reach from her frustrated thrashing and snickered at her pout.

“Who do you think taught me to speak like that?” Giulia stuck her tongue out, instantly regretting it when Alberto splashed her again.

“Be that as it may, you’d still need fins and a tail to even try and catch me. And unless you’ve got them hidden in this hair of yours,” He poked her wet mass of curls teasingly with his tail. “it’s not gonna happen.”

Giulia growled at him, instantly reminding him of a soaked Machiavelli which caused him to cackle with delight.

Giulia looked pleadingly at Luca who sat on the white shore with a magazine in hand, his skin turning pink under the rays of the sun.

“Hey, Luca! Are you ever going to put that magazine down?” Luca glanced up absentmindedly at her call. As he took in her expression of mutiny he balked and gently put his reading away.

“Oh, sorry! Vado!” He leaped up from the blanket and yanked off his shirt, the motion catching Alberto’s attention. The soft boy from a year ago had come back a completely different person with stronger legs and leaner features. His limbs were beginning to lengthen and become more muscular, no doubt a consequence of Luca continuing to bike while in Genoa. He grinned as Luca took a running leap and cannonballed into the waves, instantly changing into his scaled form.

Blinking the water from his eyes, Luca smiled at his two friends.

“What were you even reading, dude?” Alberto motioned to the shore with a finned hand.

“Oh, it’s this really cool article about what the Americans are creating with NASA. There’s even talk about putting men on the moon.” Luca became more animated as he spoke, his pupils widening with delight and his fins waved excitedly. Alberto looked expectantly at Giulia for an explanation.

“It’s their department that studies space and flight,” Giulia explained patiently. “Ever since Russia got one of their space-crafts up there,” She pointed at the spacious sky above them, “the Americans have been really antsy about getting something of theirs up there too. It’s all about competition.”

Alberto scoffed, “Sounds ridiculo! Why would they put humans on the moon?”

“Well, why not? Don’t you think it’d be straordinario?” Luca’s mind wandered to all the amazing possibilities that could be out in the galaxy. “Could you imagine it? The three of us sailing through the stars?” He floated on his back lost in thought, unable to see Alberto and Giulia share amused stares. Alberto shrugged and flicked water at his friend.

“I don’t know, the humans still don’t know everything about the ocean, you’d think they’d want to discover that first.”

“That’s why I’m going to be a marine biologist when I grow up.” Giulia joined Luca in floating on her back, gazing lazily up at the clouds. “What about you ragazzi, do you know what you want to do when we’re grown up?”

Alberto was startled at the question; he’d never considered anything other than traveling the world and leaving everyone behind. However, life with Massimo, Giulia, and Luca had changed that, had changed him. Luca’s expression had turned thoughtful at the red head’s question, making Alberto’s stomach twist with anxiety although he couldn’t say why.

“I don’t know, Gules, I don’t think there’s a lot of options for sea monsters.” He half-joked hoping to end the conversation there.

“Santa ricotta, a sea monster isn’t even an accurate term anymore!” She gestured wildly up into the air, splashing both boys as a result. “If anything, it’d be more accurate to call you guys uomini di mare. Anything but monsters.” She glared at them through foggy goggles, her intensity causing a fond warmth to blossom through Alberto’s chest.

“Whatever you say, sorellina.” He conceded by floating on his back, eyes closed as the hot sun caused his scales to revert back to skin as he dried.

“I think I want to be an astrophysicist.”

Alberto jerked in the water, startling both Giulia and Luca.

“Astro-what now?”

Luca floundered under his friend’s incredulity, his scales turning darker with a fluster.

“I-I want to be an astrophysicist. They study the stars and galaxy, I just think that would be really cool.” Luca looked worriedly between Alberto’s shocked expression and Giulia’s face of concern.

“Well…that sounds great!” Alberto exclaimed, gently pushing at Luca’s shoulder. The younger boy sagged in relief, his face splitting into a toothy grin. To Luca’s left, Giulia didn’t look so convinced.

“You really think so, Alberto?”

“Sure, you’re so smart I can only imagine the things you’ll find!” His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes as he spoke.

“You could come with me, I bet there would be something there that you’d love to study. You could be an engineer and we could travel the world. You and me together, vero?” Alberto floundered once again, unsure of how to answer Luca’s hopeful expression. Not willing to let his fear show, the older teen shoved his anxiety down with a silent silenzio, Bruno! Heaving an overly dramatic sigh, Alberto held out his hand nonchalantly.

“Well, if you reeeally insist on it, I guess so. Fish’s honor.” Luca laughed and shook his hand before smothering him with an enthusiastic hug.

“You’re the best, Alberto,” Luca mumbled into his oral fins.

“Heh, I try.” He caught Giulia scrutinizing him from behind Luca and he made a face just to annoy her. She rolled her eyes and mouthed ‘we’ll talk later, idiota’, before swimming towards shore.

“Hey, regazzi! We gotta head home, I still need to make the evening rounds for Papa.” Luca and Alberto pulled away, the latter making to follow after Giulia. Luca grabbed his hand before he could completely escape.

“Hey, are you really okay with me studying more once I finish in Genoa? I know we never really talked about life after school, but be honest with me.” Luca looked beseechingly at his best friend who wouldn’t quite make eye contact.

“Luca, I-”

“Ragazzi! I mean it, we gotta head back now, per favore!” Alberto scowled at Giulia’s waving figure on the shore.

“Perfect timing as always.” He muttered. Chancing a glance at Luca, Alberto continued, “Maybe we can discuss this later, ok? But just know that no matter what you want to do or be, I will always have your back. Sempre, Luca Paguro.” He emphasized his point by pointing at the bracelets on both their wrists. Luca’s face softened, releasing the tension he’d been holding. He squeezed Alberto’s hand, “Race you to the shore?”

“Oh, you are totally on.” Alberto dove past Luca, his best friend laughing and shouting with mock indignance behind him. As they reached the shore and finished helping Giulia pack their bikes, Alberto chose to ignore the knot forming in his stomach. Giulia and Luca still had five years in school, there was time for things to change. And if they didn’t… he glanced at Luca as they rode back, his eyes shining and hair bouncing in the wind. He felt something within his chest ache deeply. Well, they’d cross that bridge when they got there.

************

“Have you caught anything yet, ragazzo?” Massimo’s low voice pulled Alberto from his thoughts. He turned from the cutting board where he was slicing potatoes and looked at Massimo apologetically.

“Um sorry, cosa?” Massimo rumbled out a laugh and patted Alberto on the shoulder, returning to the stove, he continued speaking.

“You were so deep in your thoughts, I assumed you would have caught what you were fishing for. What’s wrong, Beto? I haven’t seen you this pensive since, well, never.” Alberto burned holes into the potatoes, his mood turning sour.

“Why did you and Giulia’s mom split up?” The words were out before Alberto could stop them and he felt his stomach drop. Massimo stood frozen his eyebrows raised comically high.

“Per favore perdonami, Massimo, that was really stupid of me.” Alberto winced, waiting for the blow to come, but instead, he only listened as, after a moment of silence, Massimo turned the burner on low and shuffled around in one of his kitchen drawers. The large man sat himself down slowly as if it pained him to do so. The teen noted that under the harsh kitchen light, more lines were covering Massimo’s face than before; he idly wondered when the fisherman had begun to age. Patting his massive hand on the chair beside him, Massimo motioned for him to sit.

“Qui, come sit with me, Alberto.” Alberto slid shame-faced into the chair, worried at what Massimo was going to do. “I’m not mad, piccolo, I wanted to show you something.” He pushed a faded paper towards him, the edges were already worn yellow from years of handling. It was a photo of what Alberto assumed to be a Massimo as a little kid with a girl who looked like a replica of Giulia. Massimo stood laughing next to the girl holding a fishing rod while she had a paintbrush pressed against her lip like a mustache.

“That’s my Mia and me when we were children together.”

“Now I can see where Giulia gets her…everything from.” Massimo chuckled and nodded fondly.

“I adored her, from the time I met her until we were fully grown; She was my best friend, but we were so different.” Massimo gently touched the photo, quietly overwhelmed. “Mia was very talented as an artist and so inquisitive, she was smarter than me, even from the beginning. We went to school together here in Porto Rosso and got married very young, but she was never truly happy here. She wanted to move to the city where she could get more options for work as an artist. We made it work for a while, Giulia coming into the world helped for a time.” Massimo stood to continue stirring the pot’s contents. His shoulders sagged lower as he spoke as if the world itself was beginning to rest on him.

Alberto listened intently, his anxiety building as he saw where the story was going. When Pavarotti, one of Machiavelli’s many children pushed against his leg purring, he pulled him up into his lap, stroking while he followed along.

“I am a poor fisherman, si? I couldn’t offer her the things she deserved, and I was afraid of leaving the only life I knew. Berto,” He turned to the somber teen, “sometimes when we love people, we need to let them go so that they can bloom. You are a flower, si?” Alberto scrunched his face in confusion.

“Huh?”

Massimo gestured for a moment, trying to find the right words, “you are a flower and so is the person you love, but if one flower can’t bloom and become more than it is, it… muore. Capisci?”

“I-I think so. I’m not really sure. You lost me at the flower metaphor.” Dropping his head in defeat, Massimo tried again.

“You are a flower,”

“Mamma e papa wanted different things, Berto,” Giulia announced herself by sauntering into the room with several kittens trailing behind her mewling. Setting the small number of leftovers in bowls near the door, she dropped down next to Alberto and fanned herself. She looked at Alberto, who looked back guiltily, wondering if he was getting too personal.

“My mom loved papa very much, but she had always wanted to be an artist and live farther inland to work and explore. Papa wouldn’t have been able to work that far inland since his only trade is fishing. So, they split up and now I get two different houses.” She shrugged at Alberto’s slack-jawed expression.

“What papa is trying to tell you is that he loved my mom enough to let her go so that she could become the best version of herself.” Massimo nodded gratefully at his daughter who smiled kindly in return.

“É così, and so my advice is to find someone who does the same for you.”

“Speaking of which, where’s Luca?” Alberto scowled at her sly smirk.

“He’s eating with his family tonight, apparently his mom and dad need help for the crab shows.”

“I still don’t know why that’s a thing.”

Alberto scoffed into his fist, “Says the girl who literally swam, ate, and biked for a trophy.”

“Hey, that’s different!”

“It really isn’t.”

“Is too!”

“Is not!”

“Who’s ready to eat?” Massimo placed three bowls expertly on the table, interrupting the beginning feud.

“Is too,” Alberto whispered smugly, flinching when Giulia kicked him under the table.

***********

Hours later, Alberto was drifting on the edge of sleep. Giulia’s snores would often cause him to startle; even in human form, his senses were at a higher range, which made sleeping in Giulia’s room so much harder. Rolling onto his stomach he groaned into his pillow, willing his red-headed friend to shut up. He jerked to full consciousness, however, at a firm tap on the window. Snapping his head to the side, wincing as it popped painfully, Alberto could make out the silhouette of Luca crouching on the tree branch.

Jumping to his feet as quietly as possible, Alberto unlocked the window and followed Luca to the hideout.

“What are you doing out here this late, is everything okay?” He kept his voice low so as not to wake Giulia or Massimo.

“I told you I wanted to make sure you were okay. Are you?” Luca had most people convinced that he was an innocent adolescent when in reality he was a stubborn pain in the ass. Alberto loved that about him. He got more comfortable on the planks and accepted the fact that he might not get much sleep tonight.

“I’m fine, I promise.”

“Somehow I don’t believe you.” Luca’s tone wasn’t accusatory, but he didn’t sound happy either.

“I want you to be happy. That’s really what it boils down to.” Alberto answered honestly, looking his best friend in the eyes to prove his point.

“What about your happiness?”

“Who says I’m not happy?”

“No, I mean…” Luca raked a hand through his curls in frustration, Alberto’s eyes following the movement. “You deserve to follow your dreams and accomplish what you want. The question is what do you want, Alberto?”

Alberto stared blankly at him for a moment before looking back at the open window.

“Eight hours of sleep would be nice.”

“Alberto…” He bit back his grin at Luca’s mild glare

“Alright, honestly I don’t know. A year ago, I would have told you that I wanted to travel everywhere with you on a Vespa, but now…” He sucked in a breath and let it out slowly. “Now I’m not so sure anymore. This… is the first time I have a home and a real family, I guess I just want to hold onto it for a little while longer.” His friend frowned, his eyebrows wrinkling with confusion.

“But no one’s asking you to let it go, we’ll always come back.”

“Are you sure you will?” Luca snapped his head back in shock.

“How can you say that? I will always come back to you, and here.” He stammered, “I’ll always come home to here.” Alberto took in Luca’s determined features and felt the knot lessen ever so slightly within his stomach. He smiled and ruffled Luca’s hair, much to his aggravation.

“I know you will, I’m sorry if I ever doubted you.” He scooted closer to Luca as they watched the moon float inch by inch across the starry sky. Their shared warmth and the peaceful setting caused Luca’s eyes to flutter close, his body relaxing against Alberto’s.

“So, you think I should be an engineer, huh?” He started and shifted against Alberto trying to find his comfortable spot again.

“Why not, you’re already becoming a good mechanic. You’re good at fixing things.” Luca mumbled, his voice growing slower. Alberto huffed a laugh and started to pull away, “You fixed me.” Alberto’s mind screeched to a halt, and he glanced down at Luca’s sleeping features.

“I think it’s the other way around, amico.” His only response was a soft snore. Rolling his eyes the tender moment passed, and he pulled himself up, careful not to knock either of them out of the tree.

“Come on, dormiglione, let’s get some rest.” He pulled Luca to his feet and gently guided him back across the branch and into the room. Luca instantly curled into the warmth of Alberto’s mattress and Alberto set the blanket around him gently before curling on top of the sheets. The sound of Giulia and Luca’s snores should have set his nerves on edge even more, but Alberto only felt content and safe. After all, perhaps the best part about having a home was being surrounded by the people who loved you most.