#Luckily for him his dad is proud of him no matter what he does or fucks up but unfortunately for him he still asks him to do shit and Kiryu
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Kazama please don't give this man his own family he looks like he's gonna cry at the thought of conning civilians
#smol plays yakuza#kiryu kazuma#Like it's been 7 years since 0 at this point but I still don't think Kiryu knows what yakuza do. I truly think all they have him do is go#out on collections and beat up bad/mean men and tell him 'well done Kiryu have a sticker' and he's like :) meanwhile Nishiki knows what#happens to people who fail or betray the family by the time he's 20. Sorry wrong game back to Kiwami#When that guy was like 'don't the Dojima Family kill people who can't pay?' and Kiryu and Shinji are like 'stfu that's a rumour' is it tho?#I'm just saying he clearly happy where he is he doesn't care about climbing the ranks he just wanted to be like his dad and make him proud#Luckily for him his dad is proud of him no matter what he does or fucks up but unfortunately for him he still asks him to do shit and Kiryu#Is physically incapable of saying 'no'. Like he'll complain and say he doesn't want to but if u tell him it's a good thing or will really#Help u out he's like 'welp guess I'm doing that then' r.i.p to Nishiki to following around a man who'll follow around to anyone who asks
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TWST Boys as ✨ PARENTS✨(Part 1)
TW: kids, pregnancy, reader is depicted as female, domestic, fluff
ft. :Heartsabyul, Savanaclaw | pt.2 ; ft. Octavinelle & Scarabia | pt.3; ft.Pomefiore, Ignhihyde | pt. 4; ft.Diasomnia
Riddle Rosehearts-
This man only has 1 kid, maybe 2 but that's kinda pushing it. I think he would be so worried about messing up his child the way his mother messed him up. He'd be strict yet dotting on his children; like he'll make sure their homework is done by a reasonable time and then praise them for doing really well on an assignment, especially if it's a subject they genuinely struggle with. If I'd say a boy dad or girl dad honestly, I think it could go either way, but I'm leaning towards boy dad.
Trey Clover-
I heavily believe he will have a big family anywhere from 4 - 7 kids. And these kids are absolutely close in age because I know the two of you are gonna get very busy, it feels like you're always pregnant with other people. Just imagine Trey with a mini him (or you) helping him crack the eggs in a bowl while they're wearing matching aprons <3. He would be a gentle parent but would put his foot down went he needed to. When it comes to girl dad or boy dad I can only think both!!
Cater Diamond-
At first he wasn't sure he wanted kids bc kids are a lot to take care of, but after the two of you being together and going through so much. He realizes deep down he did want to start a family with you. He would probably want only one or two but your first pregnancy you end up with triples; then you two said that's it until you got pregnant again with twins!!(My headcanon that Cater's special magic makes it more likely to have twins, triplets, etc come for here!!). It wasn't what the two of you anticipated but you couldn't be happier
Your pair of triplets ended up being 2 girls and a boy, then your twins were girls. He's a very fun dad always staying on top of the trends and slang. He has a hard time laying down the law with his kids sometimes, so you have to do it most of the time but when he really has to he does. *Bonus: You guys have 4 family photo shoots a year, and multiple photo albums*
Ace Trappola-
He probably has 3-5 kids, but from time to time it feels like you have 4-6 kids. He's always getting into trouble with them, playing pranks on you and others, even each other. There is no quiet in your household, it doesn't exist til everyone's asleep. Your kids are the most playful and competitive children you've ever seen, but they know to dial it back from time to time; Ace told them "When your mom says it once, she might be joking, if she says it twice she more likely serious so listen, if you make it to three....your the only name going on that tombstone". You guys are the most chaotic adorable family ever.
Deuce Spade-
He has 3 kids and not a single one of them is male, bc this man is %100 a GIRL DAD!! At first he was nervous about messing her up but after your first girl turned 3 and your second is 1, he couldn't imagine having a boy. He is the most proud girl dad you'll ever see. Is so protective of his amazing girls(that includes you btw), would fight off mosquito if it bit one his girls, no matter have stupid he looks. Spoils his little girls in any way he can, luckily you're there to make sure their not TOO spoiled.
Leona Kingscholar-
This man has 2 children and always makes sure one never feels less than the other. He knows what it's like to be stuck in your siblings shadow so he tries to make sure that never happens to his kids. While he won't always be present since he is still part of the royal family and therefore will have certain royal duties to fulfill; he will always do his best to be there for his kids. He does sleep less then he did before since his life is busier, but he always makes sure to take a nap everyday so when he's with his wife and kids he'll be able to be in a better mode to see his beautiful family. He would have one girl and one boy.
Ruggie Bucchi-
3-8 kids. His kids are the rowdiest, sneakiest kids you've ever seen. Although most of the time they're super sweet(to you). The first time you two talked about kids you agreed on only 2, but after having your first 2 rascals. You two got some more baby fever and ended up having only a few more. You did have a good paying job so you could take care of your little pack of children. The Bucchi household never has a boring day because there is always something really exciting or crazy that is happening. Overall he has more girls than he does boys. You first daughter stays a daddy's girl <3, but dw he loves all his kids equally!
Jack Howl-
4 kids, an even amount. He isn't the most expressive Dad but his kids can tell how he feels based on body language and physical acts. While to others it may seem as if he couldn't care less about his kids, it is the complete opposite. Always making sure their ok, celebrating their accomplishments, and always encouraging them to do what they love. His kids can tell through these small acts that he loves them. Your husband loves to take early morning runs, ofc but when your kids are babies he would take them in their stroller so they can get some fresh air to get them in a good mood. He does that so that maybe if their baby is in a better mood you won't have to much stress when trying to figure out what they need; it makes both of your lives easier. At first the two of you though you'd only have boys bc of your first 3 but then low and behold, your last kid was a baby girl<3!!
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TWST Masterlist
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A New Kind Of Normal (Part 3)
Pairing: Dad!Rafe Cameron x Reader
Warnings: Fight With A Parent, Swearing, and Fear of Relapse
Pronouns: She/Her
Word Count: 3.0K
Summary: Rafe has accomplished his goals and is now able to meet his daughter for the first time.
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Over the past month, Rafe has gotten a chance to learn more about Stella from his weekly meetings with Y/N. Stella was born on May 17th, 2020 at 10:59 A.M. Her first word was Joshy, said at eleven months old when she was calling for help from her uncle Josh when her uncle Benedict would mercilessly tickle her. At two years old, she became obsessed with witches after her mother read her a book about them and it has been her favourite topic of conversation since. Her favourite colour is dark purple and her favourite food is any soup in general because she likes to pretend she is drinking a witch's potion when she eats it. The most important fact of all to Rafe: Stella Rachel Y/L/N is his little girl’s full name. Y/N had tried her best to come up with a name close to Rafe, but all the names closer she found on the internet didn’t go with Stella. Nonetheless, the action still touched him when Y/N told him that was the reason.
And now, he’ll finally get to meet his little star. His hand fidgets with the small nob on his watch, making the hands go clockwise and counterclockwise. He watches as Y/N reads over his toxicology report. She didn’t require him to do a weekly toxicology report to prove that he was staying sober, but he wanted to show her she could trust him. The logical part of him knows she won’t say that he can’t meet Stella, yet a small part of him fears she might.
The small smile she gives him relieves him of his anxiety, “This is great, Button. I’m so proud of the work you put into staying sober.” Forming a friendship with Y/N was another amazing thing that happened this month. When she started using the nickname she gave him the night Stella was conceived, he felt the air leave his lungs just like it does now. “Thanks. I was really scared that I might relapse this week after I got into an argument with my dad, but I called Diana, did some breathing exercises and looked at my picture of Stella. It all helped me get through it,” he replies truthfully. He had truly felt fear that week when he found himself on the road towards Barry’s trailer. Luckily, he was able to fight through his desire and pull over the car before he got there. Y/N nods and reaches out to place a reassuring hand on his, “Well, I’m glad you were able to recognize your craving and reach out for help with managing it. So do you want to come over after we finish our coffee?”
His lips stretch so far apart that people would think he is the Joker. He pulls out his phone to check his schedule, “No, I won’t have enough time to go home and change if I come tonight. I also need to get her a few things before I meet her. How about tomorrow afternoon? Is that okay?” “You know you don’t have to make a big deal about this with the changing and the gifts. As long as you love her and show her that love, she is going to reciprocate those feelings,” Y/N argues.
“I know, I just… Meeting her is all I have been dreaming about for the last month and I want it to be perfect. Plus, it really couldn’t hurt to get her a few bribery toys.”
“I understand how you feel. When Benny came home the week before Stella was born with the wrong colour paint for her room, I almost threw a chair at him. I wanted Finch yellow, but he got funky yellow. It didn’t matter that they were virtually the same colour. I just need her room to be exactly how I planned it. So you can come over tomorrow. Just don’t buy her too many toys.”
“I can’t be held to a gift-buying limit. I have to make up for five years.”
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Y/N watches as Stella tries to get ready by herself, thinking about what is going to happen in just ten minutes. “Mommy, help, please,” Stella cries out for help. Y/N’s focus returns to her daughter and she has to stop herself from laughing. Stella has gotten her shirt stuck on her head because she has been trying to get her head through the armhole. Y/N approaches the young girl and helps put her head through the right hole. “You were almost there, Stells. I’m proud of you,” she praises, giving the little girl a kiss on the head. Stella shouts a thank you as she runs into her mom’s room.
Y/N follows her daughter to her room and carries Stella over to the bed. Once Stella is safely on the bed, Y/N turns toward her dresser to get her perfume. “One tiny spray for this wrist,” Y/N pushes the top of the perfume so the scent falls on her daughter’s wrist. “And one tiny spray for the other. Now, you are ready to go. Why don’t you wait in the living room for Mommy’s special guest to arrive.” The little girl runs off as her mother suggested and Y/N is left alone in her room. She looks at herself in her mirror, wondering how her life is going to change once Stella meets her dad. It’s not that Y/N doesn’t trust Rafe, he has shown her that he really is trying. It’s that Stella isn’t going to be solely Y/N’s anymore. She will have to share some parenting duties with Rafe and it feels strange for her to do that. She is the one who stayed up with Stella when she was puking all night last year. She is the one who would read the little girl a bedtime story every day. She is the one Stella goes to when she is scared. Now, Y/N is going to have to learn to let Rafe do those things too.
Rafe nervously wipes the sweat off of his palm and adjusts the hat on his head. The time on the clock shows he is five minutes early, but he can’t wait any longer. He knocks on the door and rocks on the balls of his feet. The door creaks open, yet Rafe is met with an empty doorway. It is only when he looks down that he sees the perfect little star staring up at him with her brilliant blue eyes. “Stella Rachel Y/L/N, what have I told you about answering the door to strangers?” Y/N scolds, walking into the room with an adorable motherly look. Stella looks back at her mother with a pouty look, “I’m sorry, Mommy. But I knows we were going to have a special guest.”
Rafe is in awe at how adorable she is, but he takes this as his chance to do the first fatherly act he will ever do. “Your mother is right, Stella. What if I was a stranger?” he poses, kneeling down to her level. She gives him wide eyes, “But you weren’t. You are the man who Mommy yelled at.” Her words cause pain to shoot through his heart. The first memory his little girl has of him is his argument with her mother. Y/N can see the hurt that crosses Rafe’s face and beckons the pair away from the doorway. “Yes, he is, Baby. But he apologized to Mommy and we are friends again. Did you see his hat?” Y/N points out. The small blue eyes move from his face up to his head and her eyes turn to delight. “You’re wearing a witch’s hat!” she exclaims, reaching up to her father’s head to try it on. “Can I try it on, please?” Glad that his conversation start is working, he takes the hat off and places it on her tiny head. Everyone giggles as the big hat falls over her eyes.
Now, that the ice has been sufficiently broken, Y/N decides it is time to make the introduction Rafe has been waiting for. “Stella, do you know why I asked my special friend to come visit?” Y/N sits on the couch, bringing Stella on her lap. The little girl shakes her head and rests it on her mother’s chest. “He’s your Daddy, Baby.” The excitement in his daughter’s eyes as she turns toward him sends him over the moon. The tiny girl flings herself into her arms and screams his new name. He never thought someone would call him those words, but now it’s the only one he wants to hear. “Does that mean you can play witch with me? I have a hat you can borrow.” With her now in his arms, he can smell the familiar vanilla fragrance of Y/N’s perfume. It makes him smile that she wants to be just like her mommy. Before he can answer, she runs off to her room to get her toys. She returns dragging a big plastic cauldron behind her. Rafe feels his father's instinct kick in. He jumps off of the couch and runs over to pick her and the cauldron up in his arms. Stella looks at him in awe, “Wow, my Daddy is super strong.” This absolutely kills him and he kisses her on the cheek.
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Y/N, Stella and Rafe have spent the afternoon playing various games their daughter wanted to play. When it got closer to dinner time, the three of them worked together to make something to eat. “Button, can you please pour me some more water?” Y/N asks, holding up her glass for him to do it. He picks up the water pitcher and pours it for her, “Of course, Buttercup.” Stella may be three and eleven months old, but she is very observant. Throughout the afternoon, she noticed the tiny glances Rafe would send Y/N’s way. She noticed how his hand would reach to find her skin, yet it never seemed to land. She noticed how he would always ask for Y/N’s approval. And just now, she saw how his lips formed a massive smile because of her mother’s attention.
The small girl starts to form a plan in her head; she can see how much her father is pining for her mother. He clearly needs her help. “Mommy, I like Daddy’s hair. Do you?” she questions, looking back and forward between her parents. Y/N looks up from her food to look at Rafe, “I do like his hair. It looks nice when the front of his hair falls down like a little curtain.” He stops mid-stab of the pasta to look up at her through his lashes. “I’ll take note of that then, Buttercup,” he brings his hand up to hide the blush on his cheeks. Stella is very satisfied with the results of the beginning of her plan. She feels like a genius. Y/N doesn’t know that she is going to regret letting Stella watch Hallmark movies with her.
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After dinner, Rafe is preparing for the roughly hour-and-a-half drive back to the Outer Banks. Stella is holding on to Rafe for dear life because she isn’t ready for him to go. “Mommy, why can’t Daddy stay?” she begs, looking at her mother sadly. Y/N frowns at her daughter, “I’m sorry, Baby. Not yet, there is nowhere for him to sleep. Plus, Daddy has work tomorrow and you have daycare.” Rafe can see the struggle Y/N is having with saying no to Stella and he helps her out. “How about I go over to the diner on Friday? I’ll be there when you get back from daycare. Maybe I’ll even have a surprise,” he offers, whispering the last part in her ear.
The darling’s eyes light up like a Christmas tree and loosens her arms from his neck. “Okay! I can’t wait to see you. Bye, Daddy. I love you,” she bids adieu. She hops down from his arms and runs to get ready for bed. The quicker she goes to bed, the faster Friday comes. Rafe calls back I love you. The two adults laugh at the child as they watch her run off. The laughter dies down and Y/N turns her body toward Rafe. “It’s okay that I come by on Friday, right?” Rafe confirms with a hopeful smile.
“Of course, as long as you are sober, I won’t stop you from seeing her. The extra business is good too.”
“Haha, I’ll make sure to deposit my paycheck before I go in then. Also, please let me know if you need anything. Money for food, rent, toys, clothes, tuition. Anything, okay. I want to pull my weight. She’s my daughter too.”
“I will, I promise. Thank you for coming over tonight. You made her day.”
They both look at each other for a second and then notice the time. “I should probably get going. It’s getting late,” Rafe concludes, taking a step closer to the door. Y/N tries to hide her slight disappointment, “Uh, yeah. Drive safe. See you on Friday.” Rafe nods his head and opens the door. “See you on Friday.” Y/N stays by the door as she watches Rafe walk down her driveway. She waves goodbye to him as he gets into his car and drives away. Once he is out of sight, she closes the door and reflects on the day. It was strange to have Rafe there, but she doesn’t regret the decision. She saw how much he cared for Stella and it solidified the idea in her mind that he is meant to be a father. This is a new kind of normal that she can get used to.
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Since Sarah and Rafe moved out of Tannyhill, Ward insisted on having family dinner every week. Everyone knows Sarah’s departure is the main reason why Ward wanted to do so, especially since Ward tried to have just Sarah come to dinner. However, thanks to Sarah, Ward gave in to inviting Rafe. Most dinners start with Ward getting small talk with Rafe about work out of the way before he moves on with asking Sarah about a full second-by-second breakdown of her week. And this Wednesday is not any different, but Rafe has something else other than work to talk to his dad about.
“Actually, Dad, there is something I want to talk to you about,” Rafe brings to the table, looking Ward dead in his eyes. Ward stops chewing, not really expecting Rafe to have anything else to say. Ward tilts the end of his fork toward Rafe, “Okay, what is it?” “I have a daughter. Her name is Stella. She is three years old, almost four. And she looks exactly like me,” Rafe gets everything out in one go. He may have known about Stella for a month now, but he didn’t want to tell his family until he knew he could step up and be the person his daughter needed. This causes everyone at the table to freeze and look at Rafe in surprise. Ward’s eyes narrow; his brows become one. “What do you mean?” he gets out in a rough tone.
“I mean that five years ago, I had sex with Y/N and she had a baby nine months after that. I didn’t know about Stella until last month. I didn’t want to tell you guys until I was a month sober and certain that I could be there for her.”
“You better tell me that this is a joke because I can’t believe that you could be that much of a screw-up. How do you even know she is your daughter?”
“I told you, she looks exactly like me.”
“How do you know that’s not because you want to believe she does? How do you know that bitch isn’t lying to you? You were so useless that you didn’t even get a paternity.”
Rafe stands up at what Ward calls Y/N and points a finger at his father. “You have no right to call her that. I know she isn’t lying because I trust her. I won’t make her get a paternity test,” he yells. Ward lets out a low chuckle, “Okay, fine. Do whatever you want. But I’m going to need you to get a lawyer and write up a contract for child support if that’s what the bitch is after. There is no way you are actually going to raise that kid.” “You need to stop calling the mother of your granddaughter a bitch. And why can’t I raise my daughter? You are always telling me I need to take responsibility and I am. Why can’t you just be proud of me?” he argues, his anger getting to a whole other level. The other members of the dinner see that this fight is not about to end any time soon, so Sarah steps in. “Dad, stop. This isn’t going anywhere. And you should be proud of Rafe. He overcame his addiction just so that he could be a better father. That’s amazing and I’m proud of him for that. I, for one, am excited to meet my niece,” Sarah reasons. Wheezie butts in too, “I want to meet Stella too.” Rafe gives them a thankful smile but gets up angrily.
“Thank you guys for your support. I’ll talk to Y/N to find out when you can meet Stells. Dad, I wish I could say that I am surprised but I’m not,” he begins. “No matter what I do, I will never compare to Sarah and I won’t force you to meet your granddaughter. I think I’m going to go. Goodbye.” Rafe storms out of the house and slams the door. He gets to his truck and is about to drive away, yet he knows he shouldn’t. If he goes now, he is scared it will lead him to Barry’s. Instead, he pulls out his phone and dials a number that recently entered his contacts. “Hey, Button. Is everything okay?” Her voice is like a light guiding him back to home base. He vehemently shakes his head, “No, I’m not. Do you have time to talk?” Y/N immediately stops what she is doing and gives him her full attention for the whole night.
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It is sad that I found this account before your main. ANYWAY!
I don't know your rules so funny little thing.
The yandere host club finding out that Y/N wants kids (gn Y/N) like adopting them or having them
Only if you want.
(Yandere if you can but if you don't want to that's fine to!)
Honestly, quite a few of my secondary blogs have more followers and interactions than my main :(
I don't know if people know it's me, but I also have like 50+ different blogs
Yet again I didn't include Mori, because I don't like him
Reader Gn, but briefly implied FAB
!!CHARACTERS AGED UP!!
Tamaki Suoh
He has so much love to give
He's wanted a kid the whole time, so he just needed you to come around
He's ecstatic! Practically jumping off the walls
If you have a child together, it would make it harder for you to leave
Even if you were once unhappy with your relationship, you'll fall for him eventually and this just hits the nail
If you're looking into Adoption, he probably already has all the paperwork and the agency
Though, if you want to conceive a child, he's trying any chance he can get [Sex drive goes up 500% Trying to get his dog wet 24/7]
He has a fear that you might end up like his mother, but luckily there's medicine for it now, thanks to his and Kyoya's dad
He's the best dad 100/10. He wants to be there for every moment of his child's life
He'll lose his mind if he misses something
Say he misses his child walking, he'll cry for like a week straight. You better have gotten it on video
Speaking of video, he records everything they do. He wants to save every moment
He gets more emotional when his child goes to school
He wants to hold onto them forever
He wants so many kids
You have to be a voice of reason
If you happened to have another child, he's not going to be mad
Your child can always look at Tamaki for Emotional comfort. If they have a crush though, they'll come to you.
Before you have the child, he imagines what they'll be like
Man has so many daydreams about your happy, average, family life :)
Kyoya Ootori
Genuinely could give or take a child
He's not the biggest fan of kids, but it'll be a mini version of you both. Or a mini version of just you
He doesn't want to be like his father, so of course he'll be more present in his child's life
He gets a better control of his emotions
Has their whole life planned out
He even has different plans if something goes wrong. Has every possible situation possible and has connected it all together
Kind of obsessed
Tamaki visits a lot just to see their kid
It annoys Kyoya to no end
Honestly, your child is probably just like Kyoya, much to your annoyance
That's all you need is another Kyoya
Kaoru Hitachiin
Okay... You want a kid?
He's never really thought about it
But, he's open to it... I mean you used to hate him
He'll spend time with you looking into your options
He's the second best dad, only beat by Tamaki
Your child will probably get Kaoru and Hikaru mixed up, much to Kaoru's disappointment
Called Hikaru dad once and Kaoru was mad at about it all day, while Hikaru teased him about it
Speaking of Hikaru, you're kid loves to annoy and bother his uncle. They'll ask Hikaru a million questions and Hikaru tells you to get your kid
^Kaoru is kind of proud
He'll love his child no matter what happens
He loves taking care of his kid. He has a more 'feminine' roll in the relationship, even if you're a stay at home mom
Hikaru Hitachiin
As he grows up, he gets more mature, though he has his moments
He doesn't know how to be a parent [But who does]
He's the most stressed about it, because he doesn't know what to do
You'll have to calm him down
Maybe this is a good thing?
He'll make sure his kid doesn't mix him up with his brother
But, you might have twins if you can give birth
^ If so, he'll have a deeper connection with them, because he's a twin
Your kid pranks you both a lot
Smashes food in your face, trip you, switch your bodywashes, tricking you
You're the main target for the pranks, because Hikaru is less likely to fall for it. Man invented twin pranks
There's nothing they can do that he hasn't done
He hadn't wanted a child, but he's so glad you both did
He might even want more kids
Mitsukuni 'Honey' Haninozuka
Having a kid with him would probably be an accident
Was NOT planned
Kinda funny if your kid is taller than Honey
I... Uh... Don't know what else to write... I'm sorry
Haruhi Fujioka
If you do have a child together, she'll probably carry the child
Though, she is the most open to adoption
She would love to give a child a home
Either way, she'd love being a mom
Granted, she never really thought about children. It was kind of at the back of her mind
She's more mature than you and takes on most of the responsibility
She doesn't mind, she enjoys it and she wants you to be happy
You're more emotionally connected than her. You sympathize with your kid[s] more
If the kid wants something, they'll ask you, because Haruhi will say no
#ohshc#ohshc x reader#tamaki x reader#tamaki suoh#kaoru hitachiin x reader#kaoru x reader#hikaru hitachiin x reader#hikaru x reader#kyoya ootori x reader#kyoya x reader#haruhi fujioka#haruhi fujioka x reader#honey x reader#ohshc honey x reader#mitsukuni haninozuka x reader#mitsukuni x reader#tamaki suoh x reader#kaoru hitachiin#yandere ohshc
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The Winner Takes It All
Episode 1
Pairing: Finnick Odair x Tribute(OC)!Reader
Chapter Warnings: The Hunger Games reaping. Canon typical angst. Reader has a speech impediment.
Chapter Summary: Lukas Artanhour is your best friend since childhood who makes the worst decision of his life when he volunteers as tribute for the 71st annual hunger games... Luckily, he won't be going alone, and you didn't even have to volunteer.
Word Count: 2.8k
Don't be detered by the OC in this chapter, he is just someone I made up to make the hunger games more emotional of an event 🙃
The representative from the Capitol being the same every year was almost a comforting sort of repetition through the years, but compared to the annual tradition it surrounded, you were hardly relaxed at seeing him make his dazzling appearance. A new outfit every year, made from the finest fabrics and silks that eight had to offer… And you wore the same green top and skirt. At least this year there were seashells.
“Good afternoon, District Four!” His shout of happiness was hardly felt by any who stood here in this gathering. “There’s nothing like being here, amongst the beautiful waters and sandy beaches.”
It’s cold and windy down by the docks, with the sand getting kicked up from time to time. District Four is one of the most beautiful places in all of Panem, and it’s known, as all districts are, for its main production to the Capitol. Fish.
The people here are wealthier than most in the districts, a close third in rank to both one and two, who reign supremely amongst the favorites. The Hunger Games have obviously played a serious part in all of that. Four being a career district meant that the Capitol goers were far more likely to invest. Careers are the favorites, no matter which district they come from.
The reaping is today, and you don’t want to think about it. It is why you arrive at your work station an hour before you need to be there. You’ve spent years of your life down here by the docks, whether it was waiting for your father’s boat to return, or your friend to bring you the boxes that needed to be loaded onto Capitol trucks. You’re a mover, it’s your job. It doesn’t pay well, because the real money is in fishing, but you wouldn’t dare go out on a boat.
“You’re early,” Lukas nearly spooks you, smiling after watching you jump from surprise. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s r-reaping day. I couldn’t s-sleep.”
He was used to the skip and stutter of your words, un-phasing him as you spoke each one.
“I get it. My mom keeps hounding me about it. Every year I grow taller, stronger, she tells me I could win,” he sat down next to you in the sand, handing you a shell he found on his way here. “Another for the collection.”
“Thanks,” you took it gratefully, placing it in your pocket for safekeeping until later. You journeyed back to his previous words, what he meant by them. “Does your mother w-wish you’d gone through the career program?”
He shrugged, looking out into the sea, his mind just as full of indecent thoughts as yours.
“I’m not sure what she wants. Ever since dad died she’s just been… different.”
“My parents have s-said, if it ever gets t-too bad, you c-can always stay with us.”
He nods, his appreciation shown through a single sideways glance. He knows he has places to go, he knows that there are others that are willing to treat him as a son should be treated, but he wants his own mother to do it. He longs for the woman she once was, and hopes if he can make her proud enough, maybe she will be that way again.
“I’ll think about it,” he said, but he’d been saying that for the past year.
So far, you’d learned she’d been hitting him, been yelling and screaming about how he would never measure up to his father. You never saw these interactions of course, because if you had you may have broken down for him, your friend of eleven years. In school, he was the only one who would talk to you, the only person who ever gave a damn about the girl with the stutter. He defended you when they made fun of you left and right, for nearly everything they thought was wrong with you.
“You s-shouldn’t listen to her,” you shook your head, the waves crashing on the shoreline several yards down. It was the only thing that would remain peaceful about today, when later on two children would be hauled off and expected to fight or die. “She isn’t in her r-right mind anymore.”
“I know that.”
He agrees, he knows. He is well aware that her mind slipped maybe even before her husband died. She had been driving him to the long hours that he’d worked, and eventually made him work out on a ship during a storm. The boat sinking was just fan to the flame of her deteriorating mental state.
He picked up a rock from the sand a few feet over, standing up and tossing it to skip over the water before it began to wash on the shore. He gave you a hand to your feet, pulling you up until you were steady.
“Boat leaves in a few minutes, I’ll see you when we get back,” he said, turning on his heel in the sand. You nodded at him before he walked off, into the working hours of the day. You shouldn’t even be here for another hour. You know that they’ll be gone for two or more and you don’t need that long to prep the boxes. But you can’t sleep.
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Lukas returned to the docks with a much better mindset. The water always made him feel serene. He came to land, lugging the giant nets tied together to keep the fish from falling out. Today’s catch was good as any other, and the songs the boys sang on board nearly made him forget everything else.
“Salmon are catching like crazy this time of year,” he muttered, meeting you halfway to help you untie the knots and start packing the boxes. “Thinking I might sneak one home if there’s extra. You probably can, too.”
“I’ll t-try. My pa could use s-something more to eat.”
He weeded through all the skimpy ones, pulling the biggest catches out first and laying them sideways in the boxes, filling the middles with ice before adding another layer. It was the same thing everyday, but he never tired of it. He was content to live the life of a district four fisherman, and he was good at it.
“How’s his arm doing?” He asked, since you’d brought up your father.
He’d broken it in a rigging accident about two months ago, and the slow healing process was not doing your family any favors. You’d been hungry several times, so obviously extreme measures had to be taken. You won’t think about that right now, though.
“Not any better, n-not any worse.” The fish box was nearly packed, but you paused to think for a moment. “Maybe I s-should try and catch. It pays a lot m-more, and we could use the money.”
He grabbed you by the shoulder and turned you to face him.
“You’d be scared to death. If your family needs some money, I can help out. It’s the least I can do when they offer me free lodging,” he half joked, completely serious in all aspects about the help with financial assistance.
“Lodging that y-you’ve never taken.”
“Listen, I’m happy to help if you need me to. Especially with your brother, now,” he mentioned, making you think about the sweet little sleeping face you’d passed by on the way out of your home. Your baby brother, born not a year ago. You hated the idea of him growing up hungry, or having to start work early in his life like you did.
“Well, t-thank you. I’ll think about it.”
He shook his head, seeing as how you quoted him from all the times your family offered him help before.
He waved you off when you finished stacking the prepared boxes onto your slab dolly, tilting it back and beginning to push it towards the truck that pulled in not too long ago. It was a steep climb, up the ramp from the docks and onto the street, but it made you quite strong over the years. That and all the heavy lifting, becoming easier with every twenty by thirty of fish.
Lukas would be taking off early today, as would most of the other boys of age. You would be heading home after loading this shipment as it were. You had to shower, had to clean up your hair and skin and make yourself presentable for the reaping.
You opened the back of the truck, tossing the boxes up one at a time, before climbing into it and stacking them neatly in one of the four corners. You always managed to obtain a single splinter from every shipment loaded, but luckily today’s wasn't too bad, you could probably dig it out with a small pin.
Later in the day, your mother gave you a solemn smile as you walked out the door, having just been readied and dressed in your best clothes. Even in a wealthier district, they still had mended holes in the bottom of your skirt. That’s the sad thing about every district. Even amongst the wealthier ones, there’s still poverty that simply cannot be helped. The Capitol's greed and thirst for luxury, needing every little thing that life has to offer at their beck and call. You can’t even imagine what it’s like in places like eight or twelve. Places where food is not the primary cultivation of the people.
It was light green, your outfit. It had white seashells on the waist of the top, and a few along the edge of the skirt as well. They hadn’t always been there, but you insisted they should be. You didn’t really have much else of a use for all the shells you stole from the sands of the shoreline. You hated wearing the same outfit to this single event every year. You hardly wore it any other time, which made a distaste for it grow every time it came out of your closet.
The way your mother did your hair was simple. A single french braid down the back of your head, tied off with a light green ribbon to match everything else. She watched how it fell a bit looser with every step you took, making your way across the streets and into the city’s center. It’s your last year, and having avoided every year before, you know you should feel a semblance of relief, but you don’t.
Your mother waits for the peacekeeper behind a stand to check your name off a list before she parts with you, hugging you tightly one last time and allowing you to kiss the head of the baby on her hip. He’s primarily the reason you remain so nervous. Even if your name doesn’t get called, his could be, someday.
You line up in an open space, next to the last girl that checked in. She wasn’t in your row last year, you would have remembered her. She was pretty, with blue eyes and dark raven hair. Her skin was tanned like most in four, but had a certain glow about it. She’s too pretty to be reaped, you thought. It didn’t make a difference, though. As you stared head on to the bowl on the stage, centered in front of the girl’s side, you got tense. Your name is in there six times this year. That’s three more than last year, and five more than the year before.
Someone could still volunteer. But the career program had not made mention of producing a female tribute this year. It all depended on the luck of today’s draw. For all you knew, your name would be surpassed by someone else. There were other poverty stricken areas in four besides yours, and it made sense that somebody else could have been hungry enough to outgo you.
You looked around to the boy's side. Lukas was there, and further up in the rows. He must have gotten here quickly after leaving the docks. His face was sullen, and something had changed, but you were unsure of what it was. When he looked around, you almost thought he’d been looking for somebody, but his expression told a far different story.
The last few children in the line were filing in, and the musical fanfare blasted through the speakers by the stage. You were grateful not to be so close to those this year.
The representative from the Capitol being the same every year was almost a comforting sort of repetition through the years, but compared to the annual tradition it surrounded, you were hardly relaxed at seeing him make his dazzling appearance. A new outfit every year, made from the finest fabrics and silks that eight had to offer… And you wore the same green top and skirt. At least this year there were seashells.
“Good afternoon, District Four!” His shout of happiness was hardly felt by any who stood here in this gathering. “There’s nothing like being here, amongst the beautiful waters and sandy beaches.”
His rabble was boring, and nearly the same as it was last time. The anticipation was killing just about every girl and boy in this crowd, knowing there were no careers at the ready this year. It was always easier to rest at night while knowing if your name was called, another courageous youngster would step in to take your place.
“I’m so excited to be back and reaping this year’s tributes for the 71st annual Hunger Games!”
There was a surge of excitement coming from the sidelines, and it was only now that you looked past the blockades to see that there were actual Capitol civilians standing there this year. How nice, some onlookers for when an innocent child gets sent away to their death. Absolutely wonderful. You looked on past them, towards the victors standing close by. They seemed anxious as well, the old woman holding one fist to her mouth while the other clutched her chest. She rocked back and forth on her heels, and had to take a step every few seconds to keep from becoming too restless. The young man was stiff, his arms behind his back and every muscle in his body tense as a board. His eyeline never left the bowls on the stage. They went through this once, too.
When you refocused on the man at the microphone, your heart beat rapidly. He was approaching the boy’s side of the stage.
After a small flourish of his hand, the Capitol rep stuck his hand into the glass, two papers in his hand before he dropped one. The dropped paper’s namesake got immensely lucky this year.
“Harley Miggsen,” he read the paper, but before the peacekeepers had a shot at cornering the poor fourteen year old kid, with his eyes wide in horror, another voice spoke up.
“I volunteer.”
Your head snapped to Lukas, his hand raised high in the air. Murmurs started almost immediately about how everyone thought there weren’t any careers prepared. They spoke softly and wondered if there would be a career for the girls, too. Lukas isn’t a career, why would he do this?
“I… guess we have a volunteer,” the man at the mic clapped his hand, watching the young man getting ushered up the stairs to stand beside him on the stage. “What’s your name, son?”
“Lukas Artanhour, sir.”
“Lukas Artanhour, everyone!” He raised his hand as to signal applause from the capitol guests, and they cheered, happy to see that there was now a potential victor as opposed to that poor boy from before. “Now for the ladies.”
You spared a glance at the victors once more, and they looked even more on edge for this pick than the last. Female victors were obviously more rare in every district, so getting a decent tribute that wouldn’t die right away was probably preferable. You couldn’t imagine all the people they’ve tried and failed to save over the years. The young man won only six years ago, but with no other victors since, that means he’s gone through twelve tributes. All dead, all gone.
Your mind had been momentarily distracted, or at least it had been until the next name came over the loudspeakers.
“Mercedes Blythe.”
It almost didn’t register.
It almost went in one ear and out the other.
It almost was paid no mind or attention…
But that is your name, and you’ve heard it said a million times since you were a baby. Not once did it ever sound like that, though.
You stood still until you realized there were peacekeepers on their way to grab you.
It was slow, the way you took steady steps from your row towards the stage. You couldn’t be rushed even if they tried to make you. You could only look at the ground. You didn’t want to chance looking up and seeing your mother past the blockades. God only knows what she’s thinking and feeling right now. After everything bad happens to a family, the mother of that family should not have to wonder whether her child will live or be killed in an arena.
You finally looked up when you got to the stairs, meeting Lukas’ eyes first, and seeing they were sad and full of pity. You stood beside the Capitol rep on the other side, allowing him to raise your hands together while the tears finally welled up in your eyes. The delay in your mind was the only one to blame for that.
“Ladies and gentlemen, district four’s tributes!”
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Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 23
Tagging: @ophelialaufey@madamemaximoff06@forever-not-gonna-sink@ajmiila02@liquidsmoothdomme@shady-the-simp @auggiethecreator @tempt-ress @blacksoul-27
TW: Handjob, Fingering, Grinding
Oystein didn't actually expect Y/n to call him so soon but within the next few days, she called the shop and luckily he answered.
"Helvete." He answered looking through a page of lyrics for some of Mayhem's unfinished works.
"Hey...are you guys busy today?" Oystein sat up surprised hearing her voice.
"Um...no not really. Why? Are you okay?" He was slightly unsettled until he heard her laugh.
"No I'm fine, I was just thinking you should close the shop today and hang out with me." Y/n asked abruptly. Oystein was surprised by the ask but didn't want to say no.
"Y-yeah I would love that. Where are you? I can come get you." Oystein got up from his desk and grabbed his jacket.
"I'll meet you at your car." She hung up before he could say anything and he started stumbling over himself to get to the door. Faust watched him confused as he lounged in front of his little TV.
"You're in charge. If you leave, lock up." Oystein tossed the keys at him and bolted out of the door seeing Y/n leaning against the car with a smile on her face. He walks over to her and she holds up a bag.
"I brought your fuel." He could already smell what was in the bag and he leaned to kiss her cheek.
"Did you have anywhere specific you wanted to go?" Oystein asked opening the door for her.
"I kind of need to drop this food with my dad, do you think we can make a stop there first?" She asked hoping it wouldn't be weird but Oystein shook his head.
"Yeah of course." The drive started quietly, him not wanting to jinx anything and her staring at him, taking him in. She missed him, there was no denying that.
"I'm glad you called." Oystein finally spoke up.
"I'm glad you answered." She responded with a blush. Oystein had never met her dad but upon seeing him, he didn't seem to judge him at all. He simply extended his hand to shake and gave him a nod.
"You're in that band? Y/n has played the record for months. You're very talented." Her dad said genuinely and Oystein smiled.
"Thank you. We're in a bit of a hiatus right now but I am very proud of that album." Oystein said seeing Y/n blushing from the kitchen as she prepared her dad's food.
"Oystein, can I ask you a favor? Man to man?" He stepped a little closer towards him and Oystein nervously listened.
"Take care of my little girl. She does a lot to take care of the family and the last few years have been...very difficult for her. She deserves happiness and you seem to make her smile these days." Oystein felt warmth in his chest.
"I will do whatever it takes Sir. You have my word. I care very much about your daughter and I only want her to be happy." Oystein admitted earning a clap on the back. Y/n emerged from the kitchen and sat her dad's plate on a tray.
"I'm going to spend the day with Oystein. I should be home by-"
"Sweetheart, you're an adult. I will be fine. I will see you when I see you. Just go have fun and be safe." Y/n looked shocked.
"She's in good hands right Oystein?" Y/n met Oystein's gaze and he shook his head.
"Absolutely. I will take good care of her." His confidence made Y/n smile as she kissed her father goodbye and followed Oystein out of her house.
"How did you win my dad over in a matter of 10 minutes?" She laughed.
"What can I say? I'm good with parents." Oystein joked.
"Plus he apparently has had time to get to know me since the record has been playing nonstop in his home." He teased Y/n who rolled her eyes.
"Oh yeah right. Shut up." She smiled with a blush to her cheeks. The two of them decided to stop in at his parents house since they were already making stops and Oystein was surprised at how loving his family was to Y/n. His mother gave her a hug and Y/n thanked her for everything she had done for her family. His dad made sure to remind her that she was always welcome to come by if she ever needed anything and even gave his card to her to give her dad.
His sister was quick to ran up and hug Y/n. She spoke a mile a minute, talking her ear off and pulling her towards her room. Oystein smiled watching the exchange as his mother told him what a nice surprise it was to see him. He hadn't been home in a while but his mother was quick to help him make sure Y/n's family was taken care of after the death. Oystein didn't even seem to mind when his mom broke out baby pictures to show Y/n.
"Pssst." Oystein looked over towards the stairs and saw his sister hiding. He walked over towards her and leaned against the banister.
"Is Y/n your girlfriend yet?" She whispered. Oystein smiled, looking over to see if Y/n was paying them any attention.
"Not yet but I'm hoping maybe soon." He whispered back.
"Well hurry up! What are you waiting for?" His sister scolded.
"I'm trying! These things take finesse." Oystein said as his sister rolled her eyes at him. They spent the rest of the day at his parents house, catching up and talking about how things were going. Oystein loved that he was able to hear what Y/n had been up to in all the time that they hadn't been on speaking terms. Y/n could tell he wasn't as forthcoming about how things were going in the black circle or Helvete but his parents never pressed it. When they left, Oystein brought Y/n to his apartment and she looked impressed at how clean and put together it was.
"Wow, this is a really nice place. I wouldn't have expected this after seeing the last place you lived." Y/n smiled seeing that his bed was even made.
"I find I do better mentally when I live away from the band. I like organization. It's hard to be organized with a house full of-"
"Gross men?" Y/n laughed.
"Exactly." Oystein handed her a coke and she sipped it before sitting down on the couch. He followed suit and made sure to sit directly next to her, earning a smirk.
"Comfortable?" She asked as he pressed up against her side.
"Absolutely." He smiled at her so brightly that it made him laugh. She reached up and grazed his cheek.
"You have such a sweet smile. I've missed your smile." She admits. Oystein felt himself blushing as she tucked his hair behind his ear.
"I can't help it when I'm with you. Everything makes sense when you're around. I've missed being this close to you, having you near me all day has been the best day I've had in a long time." Oystein confessed.
"Thank you for spending the day with me." She said as he took her hands into his own and turned his body towards her.
"I've wanted a day like this with you since I met you." Oystein stared at her for a few seconds before he chanced a kiss, leaning forward and kissing her as gently as possible so she wouldn't second guess it. It was a brief kiss, full of sweetness and gratitude and when he pulled away she tilted her head down to hide her smile.
"I bet you bring all the girls back here with the same story." She joked knowing the mention of groupies would get a rise out of him.
"I've never brought anyone here. This is my home. I only want the things that make me feel safe and cared for here." Y/n could tell her was being serious and she bit her lip.
"I'm still not going to lose my groupie virginity sucking you off on your couch, Euronymous." She joked making him let out a snort.
"I wouldn't dream of it...actually no I very much would but to be fair, I would also dream about eating you out on the couch as well so..." He shrugged. Y/n watched him for a moment as he picked his coke back up to take a swig. She took the bottle out of his hands and placed it down before she moved to sit in his lap. Oystein sat back with wide eyes, surprised by the sudden movement.
"Y/n.."
"Can you just-" She couldn't find the words but Oystein knew she didn't need to say anything. He pulled her by the back of her neck down to his mouth, kissing her with less care than before. This time, the kiss was passionate. It felt like a kiss that waited years to get here and right now, all he wanted was to taste her on his tongue and feel her against his skin. She moved her hips in tiny circles until Oystein was hard beneath her, straining in his black jeans. When he felt her hand reach behind herself to palm the front of him he pulled away breathless.
"You don't have to...we don't have to do anything..." He wanted to make sure that this wasn't something she would regret.
"I've waited two years to be here with you Oystein. Please let me touch you." She asked so sweetly that he felt himself pain against the push of his cock against the seam of his pants. He rolled her onto her back and started to pull his belt off, tossing it to the floor as she unbuttoned his jeans and freed his cock. He shuttered at her touch, feeling chills between his shoulder blades watching her spit onto her palm and begin stroking him.
"Do you have any idea how much I've thought about your cock? Ever since we hooked up in the shop, I've wanted to get my hands on you, feel the weight of you in my hands, the taste..." She released him to lick the little bits of cum he was already leaking from her hand.
"Y/n I've never thought of anyone but you when getting myself off. I've missed your taste. I've missed everything about you." Oystein was practically breathless as she stroked him. He held himself above her, trying not to maintain himself but the way she used both hands to stroke his cock, cup his balls and roll them between her fingers made his whole body shake.
He knew he had to do something or else he was going to explode far too soon. He sat back on his heels and started to undo her jeans. She let him pull them down to about her thighs before she stopped him.
"We aren't going to have sex...not like this." She said squeezing his hands. He nodded his head in understanding before using his fingers to rub her juices along the lips of her pussy. He carefully pushed his fingers inside of her and almost felt himself cum just feeling how tight she was around his fingers.
"Oh fuck." She tilted her head back for a moment before she sat up and re-gripped his cock. He laid his body behind her, back against the couch as she tugged on him aggressively and he was able to pulse his fingers inside of her with the same fever. The only sound in the apartment was their moans and heavy breathing as they raced to make each other cum.
"I'm..I'm gonna cum baby. I'm gonna cum." He groaned into her neck. She jumped up from the couch, repositioning herself over top of him so that her pussy was now rubbing directly onto his cock as it sat stiffly against his torso, leaking and practically purple praying for release. She ground her hips down hard and Oystein gripped her hips trying to slow her motions, not ready to cum. She removed one of his hands from her hip to rub her clit and he started rubbing so fast her head tilted back like she was possessed.
"Oh fuck! Oystein, don't stop!" She cried jolting her hips against his leaking cock even fast. He made a noise of desperation before crying out. His cum shooting all over his belly, smearing against her pussy which was now leaving a pool of her own juices on his cock. She rode her own orgasms out while he twitched beneath her. When she had finished, she leaned down to kiss him, feeling his heart beating beneath her hand. She wanted every day to be like this with him and he dreamed that this would be the first of many of their days together.
#R!Euronymous#R!Euronymous x Y/N#Film: Lords of Chaos#One Shot Series#Alkaline#Alkaline series#Rory Culkin#Culkin Cult#23/35
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Girls like Girls (Platonic)
Requested by anonymous - do you think you could do a platonic reader insert of the reader being a lesbian and coming out to 141 or the reader being insecure about being lesbian and the team still find out some how
Decided to not make this a Sharky post since anon didn’t specifically say for it and decided to make it it’s own thing!
Y/n’s call sign in this is Prince (a small reference to one of my favourite anime’s revolutionary girl Utena along withe the gif at the end)
Being the only woman in a mainly male dominated workplace can be hard
There’s the constant comment about you being there, the fact that they made your Codename “princess”, then thinking they have to go easy on you ect
That you could deal with no matter how much it got on your nerves but the flirting and not taking no for an answer
That’s where it past the line of no return
Your past team you had once respected, sure they flirted but it was in a more joking manner until one of the guys actually asked you out
You politely refused and then everyone but your captain was on your ass about refusing him
Everyday they’d ask why and everyday you told them you weren’t interested until everything bubbled over
And you had told them the truth
It went silent after that and for an entire week they ignored you
Your old captain couldn’t do much about it so he instead had you transferred to an old pal of his
From that previous experience it was hard letting yourself trust your new teammates of 141 but with time came the walls of your heart crumbling ever so slightly
Allowing you to build a friendship with them
Yet despite that you remains hesitant to tell them, fear climbing up your throat and choking your words whenever you thought of telling them
It’s hard taking that chance of revealing something so personal, but you had come to trust them
Up till this pointed they had treated you as one of them, never looked down on you, called you “prince” instead of “princess” as you asked and even stood up for you several time
But it’s still difficult…luckily for you though you get some help
Laswell from the start knows that your lesbian like her
Now you didn’t know that at all
Mostly cause she doesn’t mention her wife at work due to safety concerns
But even without knowing that you had felt more comfortable to try and come out to her first
The situation actually turned out really funny
Like you entered her office nervous, practically digging your nails into your wrist
Meanwhile she’s been prepared for this for months so she just sits you down, two glasses of tea ready and calmly turns around a picture frame you couldn’t see before
It’s her an another woman
“By the way this is my wife”
“But…what?”
She then just gives you a knowing look
From that moment onwards she ends up helping you become more comfortable with the others knowing
Your still nervous (you can’t help it) but she’s understanding and is always the shoulder you can end up leaning on
She definitely ends up bringing you over to dinner at her place where she and Eliza end up smothering you with love
Sorry but your kinda their kid now
The two end up eventually getting you the confidence to tell the others
They are really proud of you especially when hearing the shit you had to put up with before
Eliza gives you a discreet lesbian flag pin that you now have on your bag
Price is the first you end up telling since he’s your captain and you trust him with your life
Plus from what Laswell said he had already met her wife so that likely means he’s an ally
Despite that your still nervous but once you do end up coming out to him he’s fully supportive
With your permission he gives you a big dad hug and tells you how proud he is for you to come out to him
He’s really understanding and does his best to figure out what boundaries you have and what makes you uncomfortable
He and Kate are really good friends and you best bet he would never think of you differently for your sexuality or gender
Honestly doesn’t get why others look at you differently and Will personally discipline anyone who gives you shit for being a lesbian
Was Raised to respect people and that’s exactly what he does
Your honesty probably surprised with how accepting he is but definitely not questioning it
When your out to everyone you get him a “lesbians love me (platonically)” or “proud father of a lesbian daughter” shirt as a joke
He wears it in his spare time now lol despite how much he complains that the pink glitter on the lettering gets everywhere
Once he punched someone in front of you caused they used a slur
Everyone says they tripped when the dude tried to report the incident about being punched
He probably gives you some ideas for gifts and dates!, their actually pretty good and even teaches you some go to stuff to ask about
At some point he probably does a deep dive on learning as much as he can about the lgbtq+ community as to be as knowledgeable as he can
On his desk he now has a little progress flag beside the small Union Jack flag
He’s honestly disappointed by how former team handled the situation
If they somehow have a mission with them he’s keeping an eye on the other team and if he even smells a hint of aggression he’s letting Ghost handle it
Those dudes end up in the intermarry after Ghost “accidentally” dislocated their shoulder or “accidentally” punched them a little too hard
He gives ghost a talk but really he just gives him a pat on the back and a “good job”
If you buy him something with the ally flag like a keychain he’ll definitely have it hanging on his keys or smth
You come out to Gaz by complete accident
He was hanging out in your room, y’all were watching some anime like buddies do and then he saw your sapphic flag off in the corner
He didn’t know what flag it was so he asked and you kinda internally panicked for a minute before answering truthfully
And then he was like “oh cool 👍”
Well that was anticlimactic
Gaz doesn’t make a big deal out of it since it overall doesn’t really matter to him?
Not in a bad way of course but more in a “good for you but that doesn’t really matter too much to me nor changes our friendship” way
Honestly Gaz wouldn’t give a rats ass about whatever someone identifies as since it’s their overall character that matters to him
Gaz just treats you as he usually does, your his friend and your both there for each other
And he stands by that
If Gaz at any point finds someone that he’s getting bad vibes from then he warns you and tells the others to keep an eye on them
He looks out for you in various ways and any minute he hears some guys talking in a derogatory way their getting called down to Price’s office
You probably don’t even know about it since he doesn’t feel the need to mention it till you notice guys look at him somewhat scared
Gaz hasn’t really figured out his sexuality, just been to busy with being in the military that he’s never really thought much about it in a deep sense
So he probably goes to you about it and asks how you figured out what you liked
He doesn’t really like having a label on himself which is completely valid so he kinda just goes with the flow
His mindset is basically if I like a person that’s cool, doesn’t matter what they are
He has a couple friends from high school who are in the community so he’s been to his fair share but of pride events
Hell he’ll probably take you to a few when he has the chance if he feels like you’d have a good time
Sometimes at a bar if he sees a pretty girl he’ll get your attention and motion to her with a knowing smile
Unlike Soap he doesn’t actively try to get involved in your love life but he does want to meet any gals your interested in
Just so he can establish that y’all are just friends and cause he’s a good judge of character
When you do get a gf he definitely becomes y’all’s best friend and ends up posting stuff about being the third wheel
His social media pics have ended up as memes cause he’s just in the background as you and your gf do cute couple stuff
And it’s like “what being the straight friend is like”
With Soap you come out intentionally while the two of you joke around
It’s a lighthearted mood and you decide it’s just the right time
Unsurprisingly it goes well, like really well
Girl You think this is really gonna affect your relationship with Soap?, he’s your best bud, your partner in crime
“Fuck yeah. Now we can act as each others wingman!. What’s your type?, I think my cousin might be interested in ya”
This Scottish man is going the full 9 yards into helping you find all the beautiful girls
Like this little shit pulls up to the bar flirts with a gal and if she’s like “sorry I’m gay” he’s like “no problem! I’m glad you said that actually!, that lovely bachelorette by the man in the skull mask is also into woman and she’s my best friend who’s single!”
Meanwhile as he says this your holding your face in your hands the entire time
You (platonically) love him but sometimes you feel like bashing your head against the wall lol
The two of you definitely spend your time making jokes and sending each other memes from gay Twitter
Speaking of gay Twitter, he loves it so much
Funnily enough during one of his tweets he starts flirting with a dude and when you ask him if his Bi or Pan he’s kinda like “huh…I never thought about it before, all I know is that I like beautiful woman and ripped dudes”
So that’s a discovery
And with that discovery comes the constant jokes you and him now use on ghost
Like he disagrees with y’all about a movie and then your jokingly springing on the “wow ghost, I never thought you’d be homophobic” which makes him sigh and swear that one of these days he’s gonna get a migraine
Soap is gonna constantly do the 🫳 thing with you and giggle
If you get him a little Bisexual pin he’s gonna put it on his vest and be really happy
Like the others if he even gets the vibes that someone is making you uncomfortable he’s acting as your shield
Their gonna have to get through him and he’s pretty much a wall of muscle
You don’t know mad till you hear him yelling at someone and dropping Scottish slang into the mix
When (not if, cause he’s doing everything he can to get you one once you tell him you want to get back into the dating game) you get a girlfriend he’s gonna be replying to your posts like “my fav gals” or “I got them together”
He’s a bit overbearing but he’s just really happy for you and feels really touched that you felt comfortable enough to come out to him
Before you even told him Ghost kinda had his suspicions but didn’t voice them
He’s known a lot of people in his time of being in the military and he also knows when not to bring stuff up unless people are ready
So when you do come out to him he’s uncharacteristically soft about it
He soft mostly due to the fact you trust him enough to open up about yourself in a way that’s very personal
He knows this is likely a big deal for you so he takes it in stride in giving you a pat on the back and saying “good on you Prince, thank you. It…means a lot for you to tell me”
From then on he’s silently giving you support kinda like how Gaz does but his is a lot more subtle
He kinda figures out what your exact type is and points it out to Soap who eagerly tells you
Good luck to anyone who’s homophobic or who’s acting like a dickhead cause their gonna get his death glares or a threat casually dropped on them
He has no respect for guys who are like that, they remind him too much of his dad and that in itself is a massive red flag
Finds it really interesting how much has changed in his time especially considering how the lgbtq were viewed in the early 2000’s and 90’s
knows about a lot of gay bars much to your surprise
He doesn’t explain how or why but you know not to question him unless he’s ready just like what he did with you
You’ll see the edges of his eyes crinkle from a smile if you talk about someone your interested in and gush about them
Like Price he gives good advice despite the fact he hasn’t really been in a relationship from your knowledge
Also like Price you get him a similar shirt and like your captain he wears it
People go slack jawed when THE ghost just rolls up in it
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#platonic#modern warfare x reader#captain price x reader#john soap mctavish x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#kyle gaz garrick x reader
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Misc Tag Game
thank you for the tag @ronald-speirs , @yeahcurrahhe-e @grumpy-liebgott @blueberry-ovaries @hesbuckcompton-baby @1waveshortofashipwreck @l13bg0tt @executethyself35 and @theflyingfin
Favorite place in the world you've visited?
I loved visiting Belgium with my dad last October. It was a really special trip we shared together seeing where Easy Company were during the Battle of the Bulge and we shared some really special memories together.
Something you're proud of yourself for?
Getting through everyday. Since Christmas it’s been pretty tough between work and final exams and it’s been super stressful. Luckily I have some really supportive friends. Honestly I’m just glad I got through the last month and that I’m getting through February.
Favourite books?
- Parachute Infantry- David Webster
- The Picture of Dorian Gray - Oscar Wilde
- The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald
Something that makes your heart happy when you think about it?
My dog Finan. He’s the light of my life, no matter how bad something is he’s always there and he’s always such a happy little boy.
Favourite thing about your culture?
This was a tough one but I do love how much history Britain has. There are so many historical places from all different time periods and there are also lots of events held to celebrate/commemorate historical events.
When did you join the HBO War fandom? What was the first show you watched?
So I first watched Band of Brothers in about 2014/2015 roughly. I then watched the Pacific about two years after that. Then Gen Kill last year. I didn’t join the hbowar fandom on tumblr until last year though.
Have you read any of Easy Company's books? If so, which ones were your favorite?
I’ve read so many of them 😂 my favourite is David Websters Parachute Infantry. I know I’ve spoken about it before but he has such a way with words and describing the scenes, as well as his fellow paratroopers.
Favorite HBO War character and your favorite moment with them?
It’s gotta be my baby boy Gene Roe. I love him so much. One of my favourite scenes with him is in Bastogne when he talks to Renée outside the aid station.
My other favourite scene is when he does the whole ‘you’re officers, you’re grownups, you outta know’. That’s probably one of my favourite scenes.
Do you make content for any fandoms, if so; what sort of content?
I write fics and I make moodboards/ edits.
Favorite actor/actress and your favorite film of theirs?
I don’t really have one specific favourite actor or actress to be honest, there are lots I like and lots of movie I like.
Favorite quote/s that you wish to share with others?
It’s not really a quote but it’s a saying my dad and I say to each other when things get tough
‘It could be worse, you could be in Bastogne’
Random fact your mutuals/followers don't know about you?
If you're a writer, do you need a beta reader (say yes so I can be your beta reader)?
I do not have a beta reader. I sometimes ask friends to read my work but if anyone wants the job it’s open.
Three things that make you smile?
1) my dog Finan
2) long summer days
3) my besties @malarkgirlypop @georgieluz and @mads-weasley
Any nicknames you like?
I don’t really have many nicknames but @georgieluz calls me Jessie which I love.
List some people you love to see around on tumblr:
@georgieluz @malarkgirlypop @mads-weasley @ronsparky @samwinchesterslostshoe @liptonsbabe @liptonwashere @supervalcsi @iceman-kazansky @next-autopsy @holdingforgeneralhugs @softguarnere @grumpy-liebgott @hesbuckcompton-baby @heystovepipeboys @blurredcolour @blueberry-ovaries and there are so many others
What would you do during a zombie apocalypse?
I’d like to think I wouldn’t die instantly. I feel that I have pretty decent survival skills and medical skills so I’d last a while I hope 😂
Favourite Movie?
I don’t have one favourite movie really, there are a lot of films that I enjoy. I like war films, historical films, romcoms, comedies etc so I can’t pick just one 😂
Do you like horror movies?
I’m not a fan to be honest. The only scary film I’ve seen and liked is ‘Woman in Black’ and still I spent a lot of time hiding behind a pillow the first time I watched it.
Tags: if feel like most people have already done this so I’m tagging anyone else who wants to participate
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Immediately starting it off with a difficult one, top five Luther moments :)
I knew I’d immediately be hit with this and it was going to hurt me so (deep breaths) okay, luckily I just recently went on a marathon of giffing all my favorite moments in seasons 1-2, so links included :) — I WILL be thinking about this for the next week cursing myself for forgetting some of my favorite moments, but I’m going with my gut and what stuck out to me immediately when I read this. (Also this would be a lot different if I was solely talking about his funny/lighthearted moments because there are so many but I’m going for the emotional ones here / the ones that really made me connect with him as a character).
Putting this under a read more because I cannot shut up about my little (big) guy. I also simply cannot order these top 5 either, so <3
2x06: “Look at what you did to me.” Oof. I know people probably think he was ridiculous for this, but I can’t think of a moment (besides some of the confrontations he has with Reginald in late season 3) that makes me more proud of Luther. Because we see him work through this in season 1 - he brushes off the body alteration with “Dad saved my life,” like he can’t think of it any other way, but we gradually start to see him change his mind about that and realize that it’s actually okay for him to resent his father for what he did to him, because he did not ask for it. He is not in debt for that. And like Allison says afterwards - it’s the first time she’s ever heard him stand up to Dad, and he smiles so big because even though it didn’t do much to Reginald other than make him look back at Luther with disdain, it’s such a weight off Luther’s shoulders and I think that’s a feeling he always remembers. He takes the confidence in that moment and he holds onto it and he does not let Reginald look down on him again. Also, the quote from Tom Hopper in the gifset I linked is so special to me.
2x05: His whole talk with Diego after their first family reunion. There are so many good quotes in this but my favorites are, “Dad told you you’re a hero, he told all of us, but what if he lied? What if we’re just a bunch of freaks who have no business changing the world for everyone else?” + my personal favorite Luther quote, when Diego asks him “Since when are you a quitter?” and Luther responds, “Since the last time I destroyed the world by overestimating my own importance.” There are people who still despise Luther for what he did to Viktor in season 1, as if he’s never self reflected on it - but this line is SO telling. He didn’t blame Viktor for destroying the world, he blamed himself. He blamed what he did to Viktor, no one else. And we know that it’s not on him - but I think it’s really important that he’s not only taking accountability for his part in it, but he also has tried to change his approach to everything. He’s not trying to be the leader anymore just because he’s supposed to be, he’s not trying to force the answers or solutions just because he feels like he has to. He’s taken a step back and realized that when he’s not the leader, they’re all better off. I also just think that any moment of self reflection between him and Diego is really special, because Reginald pit them against each other for a reason - but they found a way through to each other and they’re so much better off working together.
2x02: Luther’s apology to Viktor. I love his apology to Viktor because he has absolutely no idea what he’s getting into - Viktor almost killed him and the rest of his siblings the last time he saw them, he had no idea what was going on for Viktor now and if he still had that anger, but he also knew that anger would be valid. And - the last time he saw him, he was holding him in his arms and then suddenly, poof, they were dispersed through time. He’s going through so many emotions when he sees Viktor again - confusion, sadness, relief, but mostly guilt. Like I said in my answer about Diego - it does not matter that Viktor ended the world, he knows he played a part in it and he’s owning up to that. “I thought it was my job to keep everyone safe, and I just made it all worse - I never wanted to be the bad guy” - he did what he did because he thought he was protecting his family, but he wasn’t protecting everyone, and he can’t forgive himself for that - which makes his interactions with Viktor in season 2 + season 3 so special, because he is actively trying to hear him, support him, advocate for him. He let him down and he never forgot that. But I think what really gets me about this interaction is the way he tells Viktor that if he’s bullshitting him about not knowing who he is, he doesn’t care, because if he’s hiding out then he understands. It’s just really validating to Viktor imo that Luther understands that the family did not treat him right, and if he wants to pretend they don’t exist, that’s fair. He is extending a careful hand - Viktor is in control, Luther is not going to force him to be in the family if that’s not what Viktor wants, even if it’s what Luther wants because he wants to make it up to him. This whole conversation is just so good and I was on the edge of my seat watching it for the first time. Again, it says so much about Luther’s development, given so much of season 1 was him deciding things because he thought he had to and ultimately making the wrong choices/hurting someone in the process. Admitting he was the bad guy was a huge turn for him. Also, bringing 2x03: Adding Viktor asking Luther what ended the world into this one because my thoughts bleed into it - he was so soft in his explanation and there’s something really special about he and Five’s different approaches to this. They were both being soft with Viktor, they were both trying to protect him. For Luther, he saw what Viktor needed in that moment, and he also needed to own up to the fact that it was not just on Viktor again. I’m forever upset that Ruby interrupted them.
1x07: “I want to be Number Four.” The Klaus/Luther dynamic is really special to me and it probably really started in this scene. Obviously Luther had been a bit hostile with Klaus and brushed him off for a lot of things - but it wasn’t out of malice or hatred or anything. He and Klaus are just so different in their personalities that he just never really understood him. I feel like, especially as teenagers, they couldn’t be more different - Klaus going out, meeting people, going to parties, etc., vs. Luther not fully understanding at the time why that even mattered - compared to present day when that’s what he wants, to have friends and to meet people outside of his siblings and have a life like Klaus did. Back to my point - he may not have always treated Klaus kindly, but there’s a certain level of respect he has for him that really isn’t revealed until here. He wasn’t resentful of Klaus having that life outside of the Academy - he was jealous of it. He thinks of Klaus as someone carefree who can just live his life without anything weighing him down (of course that’s not true for Klaus, but there’s validation in Luther no longer acting like that’s Klaus’s downfall). Also just this whole sequence means so much to me - from Klaus immediately getting serious once he realized why Luther wants to be like him, to Luther being completely vulnerable with Klaus yet saying he doesn’t want the rest of their siblings to see him like that, to Klaus immediately validating his pain and agreeing with him, to Klaus taking the first opportunity he gets to call Reginald out for hurting him. Everything, all of it, I love them. Also I’m sneaking this moment from 2x10 into this answer and you can’t stop me - but at the end, when they’re about to head back to 2019, Klaus stops because he wants to grab the cowboy hat. Luther looks at him so confused yet so fascinated too. Klaus just fascinates him. He doesn’t understand why he does the things he does but he loves him exactly the way he is and wouldn’t ever want him to change.
2x03: Luther is on a run and sees kids cheering him on, yelling “King Kong” excitedly. This moment is just so important to me because ‘King Kong’ is clearly not an alias that he chose or was comfortable with; it’s so derogatory and exploitive (as is anything of the nature, monkey-man, ape-man, etc.) But especially with why it’s used - it was used to exploit him and his body / the body alteration that he did not ask for or consent to having. And Luther’s dynamic with Jack is not the same as it was with Reginald, yet he clung to him in a similar way - and yet again, Luther was being used as someone’s weapon, something to exploit. But there’s this moment with the kids cheering him on that suddenly makes that alias feel okay, because it’s almost like he’s the superhero that everyone loved again. They’re just kids, and they’re looking at him like he’s a hero, and in a very brief moment in time, that’s really comforting to him, even if the alias is still not okay. It’s such a small moment but it just means so much to me that he got one small moment of peace with it. I think about this so often.
I also need to add Luther/Five/Five in 2x08-09 + Klaus and Luther in the Void in 3x10, just in general. I can’t list favorite moment from these scenes because they’re all so fun for me and the biggest serotonin boosts of TUA. Five and Klaus are probably my two favorite Luther dynamics - there’s so much resonation between him and Five and their similar (yet still wildly different) experiences, and so much respect between him and Klaus for their very different experiences. Also, I still quote “He’s just a little guy” every single day.
Mind if I cheat... honorable mentions because I can’t help myself. 1x03 describing what the moon was like to Allison, how he’s able to put it so eloquently despite the fact that those years were horribly dark and destructive for him (this probably belongs in my top 5 but I am stressed). 1x04 in the flashback when he tells Reginald he is the only one left, because it’s the first hint we get from Reginald that it was clear he was starting to worry that Luther might leave. 2x10 to Lila “Love shouldn’t have to hurt this much,” validating not only her but really recognizing his own experience. 1x05 his conversations with Five at Diego’s + in the car + shielding him from the bullet. 2x10 + 2x01 when he uses his body as a shield to protect his siblings. 3x03 when he compliments Viktor’s hair and is insistent on wanting to welcome him in as brothers. 3x10 after the universe reset and he notices his body and calls it “my body” because it’s finally his again and not what Reginald turned him into. 3x09 in the moon sequence when we learn that his depression started not even a year into being on the moon which brings so much of his arc in season 1 even more into perspective + also the moment he touches the photo of his siblings (And I stand firmly by the fact that he brought Viktor’s book with him so he had a piece of him too). 3x08 asking Viktor to be his best man, kissing Klaus on the forehead, “Tonight is all I ever wanted, just everyone coming together when it really matters, one big, real family.” 2x07(?) telling Allison their best quality as a family is hope because it just shifts the tone of the series for me and I love it. 2x06 when he calls Diego out for not using the conch because it was Viktor’s suggestion and he wants to make sure Viktor was heard. 2x01 with Five saying he doesn’t give a shit about saving the world because it’s major character development and aligns well with the quote I mentioned on my previous answer about overestimating his own importance. 1x09 when Allison’s injured and he talks about his own experience in waking up in a place he does not recognize not feeling like himself. 3x09 getting to vote ‘no’ because it meant Reginald couldn’t use him as the weapon he trained him to be anymore (+ continued on in their conversation before Reginald kills him). 1x06/07 when he finds his dad’s unopened reports. 3x02 when he tells Sloane that his family fell apart after Ben died and even he stopped caring. 1x01 when he runs away from the fight with Diego, not because he’s hurt, but because he’s afraid of his body being exposed. 3x10 when he gets to be the hero because he rarely does so it was such a satisfying moment for him + he gets to tell off Reginald again. If I don’t stop here I will list 96% of his scenes, and I’ve already cheated plenty.
Okay TLDR: He means so much to me. Thank you for torturing me with this question.
#luther#jameszmaguire#number5theboy#answered#tua spoilers#the question: 5. me: that's just a number it can't control me#this is so many s2 moments but there was just so much payoff for his s1 arc#luther hargreeves
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(This takes place in my Zombie Au)
TW: Mentions of trauma, death and handling of firearms
Bryan and Gregory we're in Freddy Land
Bryan: Now Gregory you’re ten years old. Now i’m gonna teach you something my surrogate father taught me when I was ten.
Gregory: What was that?
Bryan: *Pulls a pistol out of a hidden holster* how to fire a gun.
Gregory: Wow! Aren't I too young?
Bryan: You’re never too young, besides i’m a licensed trainer I can teach anybody.
Bryan set up some bottles on a railing near the hotel.
Bryan: Now, *puts a pair of headphones on gregory* Theae will protect your ears got it?
Gregory: won't you need some?
Bryan: Nah i’ve been surrounded by gunfire, my ears ring all the time i’m basically immune at this point. Now.
Bryan gives Gregory the weapon and stands behind him
Bryan: Relax your arms, and aim just slightly below where you want to hit.
Gregory: Then I pull the trigger right?
Bryan: No, no, you gently squeeze it. Now *holds his shoulders firmly* You might feel some recoil, so shift your right foot in front of you and turn it slightly to keep your balance.
Bryan: and....now!
Gregory shoots, and the bottle shatters
Gregory: *Super proud* I did it!
Bryan: Yeah you did. Now, aim for the one on the fountain, a little range this time.
They repeat the process but Gregory doesn't get the bottle he shoots the fountain.
Gregory: Oh no i’m so sorry!
Bryan: It’s fine, Gregory; it’s just a mistake, aim a little higher.
Gregory does so and makes it yet again.
Bryan: There we go, now I think that’s enough for today, how about we try something else?
Gregory: Like what?
Bryan and Gregory are both in a hotel room. There's a large amount of objects laying on the bed.
Bryan: Now i’m gonna teach you how you to pack a bugout bag. Now since your backpack is quite small you’ll have less things to fit in it. So what do you grab?
Gregory: Hmm. The...first aid kit, the can opener, swiss army knife, and the flashlight.
Bryan: Good, but then you’ll have little room for clothes, so it’s always good to carry different clothing on yourself, wrap a jacket around your waist when your hot and no matter the weather wear jeans, you’ll be a bit uncomfortable but that’s better then death.
Gregory: Uh..dad? I'm not complaining but why are you teaching me these things?
Bryan: Well, I just think you should be taught these things instead of learning the hard way if an outbreak happens again.
Gregory: An outbreak? What do you mean?
Bryan: Well, I think you’re old enough to know, but if you want me to stop just say so okay?
Gregory sits cross legged on the bed.
Bryan: When I was around your age, the city I lived in Elkridge was hit by a zombie outbreak.
Gregory: Zombies? I thought those weren't real.
Bryan: Oh they were real alright. And real scary...and I was your age, my parents went on a trip over spring break and left me with my babysitter Michael, neither of us knew what was going on at first, nobody did. We tried to escape the city but his car broke down. We had to walk but we got confronted with a horde...luckily these nice people inside a department store let us in.
Gregory: That’s good.
Bryan: Yeah, the leader of the group Doug was super mean though, he screamed at the guy who let us in, said he meant that door should stay shut no matter what.
<Flashback>
Doug: When I say that door stays shut no matter what I fucking mean it!
Andrew: He has a kid Doug.
Doug: so do I! You can't just endanger us to save these guys!
Boy: Dad calm down please.
Doug: Jon please stay out of this.
Younger Bryan: *Tugs on Micheal's sleeve*
Micheal: What is it?
Younger Bryan: I..I need to pee. *shaking*
Micheal: In a moment, Bryan.
Doug: Stop ignoring me!
Micheal: shut up! You can't just yell at people who ignore you
Bryan: *Narrating* I really needed to go so I silently snuck off. Which I kinda regret.
Younger Bryan: Come on it’s gotta be somewhere. *Enters a room* Oh it’s a closet...um
There was a Zombified Janitor standing there with his back facing Bryan.
Younger Bryan: Uh..sir?
The zombie turns around.
Younger Bryan; *Screams and runs out of the janitors closet
Micheal: Bryan!
Doug: Jesus!
Micheal ran over to Bryan and pulled the zombie away from him, kicking him into a cabinet. They proceeded to struggle.
Bryan: Then that’s when everything began to ring.
Younger Bryan: *Holds his ears* Ahh!
Micheal pushes the dead zombie off of him.
A man with glasses in a sweater vest is standing holding a revolver.
Man: Is he okay?
Micheal: *holding his ears* What?
Man: Oh right, sorry, you might need to see a doctor after all this.
Then the barricaded door to the building begins to budge, the gunshot attracted the nearby horde they were hiding from.
Doug: *Whispers* Everyone down.
Everyone hides behind the counter.
Younger Bryan: *Shaking* Mikey i’m scared.
Micheal: *Holding him close* So am I bud.
Then the sound of a siren going by filled the room.
Man with a gun: Is that the police?
Younger Jon: Thanks for whoever it is.
The zombies at the door left well, the majority of them.
Doug: Ugh! We almost died because of this bastard and his itchy trigger finger! That was so stupid! You could have killed us! You-
Man with a gun: Shut up, Doug, for once.
Doug: *Gasps offended*
Man: I‘ve known you for over an hour and i’m super annoyed.
Doug: Ugh! Whatever! *Storms off and sulks in the corner*
Micheal: Thank you so much uh..
Sebastian; Call me Sebastian, I’m a reporter for CNN.
Micheal: Cool, didn't know that this thing was on the news.
Sebastian: It kind of was, but the crew abandoned me and took the van. Bastards.
Younger Bryan: Language.
Sebastian: Sorry kid.
Micheal: Bryan why don't you go talk to that Jon kid, and I think there's another kid in here.
Younger Bryan: Okay. *walks off*
<Back in the present>
Gregory: That was pretty cool, then what happened?
Bryan: I uh...don’t wanna talk about it right now.
Gregory: Oh..well can I ask something?
Bryan: What?
Gregory: Did you wet your pants when you saw the zombie?
Bryan: *Embarrassed* Uh...I don't know.
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DAY 2: JANUARY 4, 2024
STATS:
read for ~3 hrs
pages read: 381-760. 379 pages
slur count: 3 + 1 = 4. john narration. r slur.
silly count: 3 + 0 = 3 (none)
piss count: 1/3 (none)
THOUGHTS:
today i read in two sections. one earlier in the day one later in the day. but it should not matter
a trend this session was pointing out abnormal things people say or abnormal things in general and saying "normal thing to say / normal thing to do." dave talked about taking bec out back and shooting him and thats "a normal thing to say to your friend." dave has a million weapons in his kitchen and thats "a normal thing to have to admit."
BIG guardian thinking today. introduction of nannasprite. SHES SO SILLY AWESOME! "Hoo hoo! Your dad was kidnapped, dear! The world as you knew it can never be saved!" normal thing to say to your grandson.
MOM LALONDE AND ROSE. what do you mean moms two strife moves are "give daughter extravagant gift" and "implore daughter to take a sip from your alcoholic drink." oh my god.
BRO STRIDER. oh my god. ive been thinking about bro lately and how hes so WEIRD. he brings cal on gigs??? his browser????? he just HAS the wikipedia for puppets open. his comic rocks. i really like it i think its funny. dave maneuvering the terrible apartment is sooo evil. how did anyone think bro WASNT abusive back in the day LOOK AT THIS! such is the way of blind retrospect or whatever its called
one rap: rose's rap about puppet dong. 9/10 one point off cus its too short. i love roses rap i think she should rap more. its hardly a rap its more like flowery poetry but i dont care
sburb + its mechanics are the coolest ever. echeladders are a part of sburb and not normal (as sylladexes are normal)? didnt know that. PROSPIT AND DERSE! wv drawing the planets made me crazy
john sucks at strifing and he also sucks at managing his sylladex. luckily he does not suck at alchemizing (which is why he writes that faq guide, though i havent gotten to that yet)
WV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love wv i totally forgot but i was reading his section at the end of act 2 and ohhh my god. hes awesome. what pumpkin is a really funny joke. the idea of "the mayor" begins and is his unfortunate legacy. DEMOCRACY. (footnote marker). his creation of can town's military and civil district as a recreation of the chessboard and of the war KILLED ME. i dont know why. "You section off a number of RESIDENTIAL AND COMMERCIAL ZONES for civic growth, arranged in the only logical pattern that occurs to you" and its a chessboard. and its checkers. ohh my god. this got me BAD. i love carapacians
(footnote marker) the exiles are soooo aspects of america's past. why did hussie do this. wv is so into civil democracy and fairness and equality AND hes a rebellion leader girl he is a founding father. pm is obviously the mail she is the working class and she is proud of it. her and wv's combined forces represents the combination of culture in the US. ar is GUNS. he LOVES GUNS! and hes a cop. cant have america without guns and cops. acab this is why ar was exiled. wq is a queen obviously but she gives up her royal status to pm, a working class woman. this symbolizes how (supposedly) anyone working hard enough can rise up to the big league in the U. S. of A.
thats all for today boys. next time will be jade harley introduction :muscle:
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Arabella Markeli's In-Game Dialogue
*In the opening of her story* I'm acing every test I take... So why does it still feel like I'm failing?
*In her ending* My head is pounding... Did I have another fever dream or something?
*Arabella looks around the room and recognizes it as her old bedroom in her grandfather's home* Why am I at Grandpa's house? Wasn't I at home?
*Arabella gets up from the bed and sees that she is in her pajamas. She rolls up the sleeves and notices injection marks on both of her arms. Suddenly, her bedroom door is opened and her grandfather walks in. He asks her about how she currently feels* What happened to me... Why do I have injection marks on both of my arms?
*Her grandfather responds that due to constantly drinking all of those energy drinks and the fatigue that came with it ended up resulting in her having a heart attack that almost killed her. Luckily, she was able to survive but was in a coma and had to stay at the hospital for four days* Where are Mom and Dad?
*Her grandfather goes silent for a moment. He responds that both of them are on the run and basically abandoned her. Arabella begins to sob uncontrollably* Why... E-Everything that I did... All those nights... W-What was it all even for?
*Her grandfather tells her that they were going to take out all of the money in the scholarships Arabella had gained because all of her perfect scores due to the father losing his job and took multiple loans out from their insurance company* So they... Just saw me as their cash cow. Makes a lot of sense now...
*Arabella embraces her grandfather and closes her eyes* Grandpa... Am I failure to you too?
*Her grandfather returns the hug as he says that it does not matter if Arabella has perfect grades or not. He will always be proud of her no matter what she decides to do. Arabella smiles and once she opens her eyes, she sees Balan encircling both her and her grandfather into a group hug* Balan? You WERE real!
*Balan gives Arabella a smile as he says that she is now safe and can now allow peace into herself. Her grandfather looks up and seems to sense Balan as well and gives a warm smile, as if he was greeting an old friend*
*In her secret ending* Thanks for helping me out at the bank, Grandpa.
*Her grandfather smiles and says that it was not a problem. He asks her if she was feeling more like her old self yet* Yeah. Also, I am NEVER consuming those energy drinks ever again.
*While they walk, Arabella hears a familiar voice and looks in front of her. It's Archie Dirkorte who was with his father* Wall Tagger?
*The two run up to one another and Arabella is relieved that the events of Balan Wonderworld were real. He asks how her latest test went* Well, I have been studying a little less... Still got that A+ though.
*Archie says that he is glad and says that he recently joined an art studio that supported his graffiti art skills. Suddenly, Arabella's grandfather walks up and asks how his granddaughter and Archie know one another and why they called each other those "odd nicknames". Archie tries his best to explain without telling the real truth that he called her Schoolgirl because she was always studying every time he saw her, and she called him Wall Tagger because he does wall art. Arabella's grandfather seems satisfied with his answer and introduces himself. Archie's father also walks up and introduces himself as Archie's father to Arabella and her grandfather. Archie then says that he and his father were going to go to a diner and asked if they wanted to come along* S-sure. Can we go, Grandpa?
*Arabella's grandfather seems to ponder for a moment and then says yes. Arabella's grandfather and Archie's father walk ahead while Archie and Arabella hang back for a moment. Archie thinks out loud about how Balan and Lance are doing since the last fight* Who knows? Maybe we'll see them again someday.
*Archie's father calls to the children and says that if they don't hurry up, then they'll get to the diner first. Arabella and Archie smile at each other and run to catch up to the adults as the screen fades to white*
*In the bad ending* I failed... Everyone...
*If the player chooses to play as her* What do you need me for?
*If she sees Leo/Emma wear her default outfit* Hmm... If you were taller, you'd look more like me.
*upon having her outfit changed* Is this what you wanted?
*if Negati appear in front of her* Let's just get this over with.
*to the Tims* I guess they are kind of cute.
*upon wearing her representative costume* I feel a bit more energized.
*Upon being defeated* No...
*collecting items* All part of the path to success.
*if the player goes near her illusion* Don't fail.
*If the player is near her illusion and Negati appear* Take them out immediately!
*If the player gets lost* You're supposed to go that way. *Points in said direction*
*If the player puts on her Representative Costume* Grant us the victories we need.
*After being saved*
*Arabella is kneeling and trying to catch her breath. Balan asks if she wants to rest for a moment. She nods and he conjures up a comfortable chair and she sits down* Am I in a fever dream or is this reality?
*Balan explains to Arabella that she is currently asleep in the real world but does assure her that she is physically fine* Okay. Just wanted to make sure of something.
*She looks at the player and gives a small smile* Thanks for the help, I guess... You probably saw what was happening, right? About how I was basically shunning myself from everyone else just so I could get straight A+'s and 100's. Guess all the stress that came with it culminated into that "Nega Boss".
*Balan asks if she had a reason to not interact a lot with the others. Arabella merely sighs and grips one of the chair's arms with her left hand while she held her head with her right*
*If the player gives a positive response* I should get some rest, huh? You're... probably... right... *Arabella then falls asleep in the chair with a content smile on her face. Balan conjures up a blanket and puts it on her. He then motions the player to leave her alone for a while*
*If the player gives a negative response* *Arabella just glares at the player and tries to get off the chair but is still exhausted. Balan sits her back down and says that she needs to rest. He pats her head as she finally falls asleep. He conjures up a blanket and puts it on her as he gives a stern look at the player. He then motions the player to leave her alone for a while*
*If the player gives a neutral response* *Arabella falls asleep immediately. Balan conjures up a blanket and puts it on her. He pats her head, and she smiles. He then motions the player to leave her alone for a while*
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Hotchner’s Daughter pt. IV
Summary: It’s valentine’s day, but the team just got back from a though case were Aaron’s daughter got kidnapped. Spencer tries his best to help her feel better during the day of love.
Category: little angsty, fluff.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader (Hotchner’s daughter)
Word Count: 3.2K
Warnings: age gabe between consenting adults (24/32), mentions of kidnapping and bruises, talks about drug abuse, short mentions of death and previous unsub (canon), kissing, use of nicknames (plum cake, pretty boy and junior), confession of love.
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February 14th. Valentine’s Day. The day of love. A day that was celebrated by couples and friends around the world. It was supposed to be a romantic day but for you, Spencer and the rest of the BAU team, today was anything but romantic. Or happy for that matter.
You and the team had just wrapped up a hard case, involving you getting kidnapped, both Derek and your dad, Aaron, fought to get you back safely. Spencer did too, but everyone wanted him to focus on how to get through to the unsub so they could save you.
Luckily they found you and the unsub in a basement of an abandoned house together with two dead bodies. Now the team was on the jet on your way home to Quantico. It was dead silent except for the faint music from Derek’s headphones and some snores.
“How does she do it?” Emily asked Aaron who looked out at the window where the sun was rising from the horizon.
“Who does what?” he asked back, looking at Emily.
“Your daughter. How can she pretend she’s fine after all she’s been through?”
“She claims she’s not pretending but I and everyone else knows how much she’s struggling.” he said with a sad broken tone in his voice.
“Does she have someone to talk to about this?” Emily asked, looking concerned.
“She talks a lot with Morgan and Reid about all of it but she needs to talk to a professional about it.”
Emily nodded and looked out of the window. She didn’t know what to respond with. It was a hard subject to talk about, even when you are an experienced agent and profiler.
You and Spencer were sitting beside each other sleeping deeply. Your head was resting against his chest, while his arm was around your shoulders tugging you closer in his light sleep.
Spencer’s free hand had found one of yours and he held it tightly. Anyone could see your intertwined hands and fingers when they passed by the seats you were sitting in.
“She’s a fighter. But she doesn’t get enough credit for it.” Aaron said out of the blue to Emily.
“I believe she knows. Everyone on the team praises her for her amazing skills and work.” Emily said and drank some of the tea she just had maked. “But Hotch, do you tell her how well she’s doing on this job?”
Hotch became silent. He didn’t really praise you for your hard work, meaning that you didn’t feel praised enough for your work. It bothered you a lot but you didn’t have the nerve to tell him the truth.
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Spencer was the one driving you home. Your dad had asked him to keep an eye out on you, just to make sure you would be okay.
In the car there was a comfortable silence. Normally you and Spencer would talk both of your ears off, but due to the trauma you just had gotten through, you didn’t talk.
“I know you like the silence but do you feel okay?” Spencer asked and kept his eyes on the road.
“It’s… hard to explain…” you said and looked out of the window.
“Well, try. To start off a conversation like this, I’ve been through a drug addiction and it took me some time to get clean.” Spencer said as he took a left turn.
“What were you addicted to?” You asked with a low voice and looked down at your hands that still had some skin damage to them.
“Dilaudid. A painkiller drug that creates the same high as heroin does. But I’m good now and can say I’m proud to be clean.”
“I heard that you actually died but the unsub, Tobias, revived you.” You said quietly.
“And I’m thankful that he did. Otherwise I wouldn’t have met you.” He said with a smile and looked over at you.
Spencer immediately noticed you didn’t smile or react to his words. He figured something like that must have happened to you, since you were so quiet about it but he decided not to ask further about it.
When you and Spencer arrived back at his apartment, you looked confused at him.
“I thought you drove me back to my own apartment.” you said and looked at him with a confused expression on your face.
“It was my plan but I figured my place would be better.” Spencer explained and opened his door to get out. He went over to your side and opened the door to help you out of the car.
He pulled out his hand for you to take. You placed your right bruised one in his soft left hand. When you stepped out of the car and down at the ground you felt your legs getting wobbly.
Spencer was quick to grab you. “You alright?”
You just nodded and grabbed his shoulders for balance. As you and Spencer walked up to his apartment, Spencer could feel that you wanted to ask him something
“What’s on your mind?” he asked calmly and got out his keys for
“It’s weird that today is the day of love and we just got home from a very bad case where I got abducted and we talk about trauma, when we were supposed to celebrate our love for each other.” you said with a chuckle and looked down at your bruised hands.
“Can you do me a favor and close your eyes?” Spencer asked and unlocked his front door.
You did as he said and closed your eyes. “I hope it’s something exciting.” you added.
“I promise you’re going to love it.” Spencer said and opened his door. He then walked behind you and placed his large hands over your eyes to make sure you wouldn’t peek.
He led you inside of his apartment and into his bedroom. On the way he made sure to close and lock his front door and open his bedroom door.
When you stood in the doorway to his bedroom you felt his hands getting placed on your shoulders, as your eyes were closed still.
“You may now open your eyes.” Spencer whispers in your ear and squeezed your shoulders.
When you opened your eyes, Spencer’s bed was filled with pillows, blankets, boxes with chocolate, rose petals and a bouquet of white lilies and red roses.
“Spencer. Wow..” you said as you took a step forward to look at it properly.
“Since we are coming close to an anniversary I thought you would like a romantic night when we got home from the case, so I prepared and I asked Garcia to help me.” He blabbered and went over to the bed to sit down.
“It’s amazing. Thank you.” You said with a small smile.
Everything was perfect. He really knew how to be romantic, with some help from Garcia.
“Come here.” Spencer said and reached out for you to come over to him.
You slowly walked over to him, still feeling weak, and grabbed his hands when you were close enough. Spencer placed your hands on his shoulders and placed his on your clothed covered waist.
“Do you feel okay?” He asked softly.
“Mhm.” You nodded and looked down at him. “Just tired. Mentally and physically.” You said and ran your fingers through his hair.
“So I’m guessing you just wanna relax and not have amazing take away dinner and kisses from your boyfriend?” Spencer asked with a mischievous smile on his face as his hands moved from your waist and down to your bum.
“I just said I was tired. I didn’t say we should cancel your plans. I’m just saying I’m really tired.” you said and looked into his dark chocolate brown eyes.
Spencer looked back into your clear eyes. “So how about you take a shower, I get dinner going and we just relax here?” he suggested and gave your bum a squeeze.
“Sounds like a good plan.. but can you do me a favor?” You asked with a quiet voice.
“Anything.”
“Help me shower…” you looked away from his gaze and tucked on his hair, getting a little nervous.
Spencer nodded looking up at you. “Anything for you to feel better.”
“Thank you.” You said and pulled away from the embrace.
Spencer stood up and went out to his bathroom to turn on the shower to get it nice and warm for you. While he did that you slowly opened the button and the zipper of your pants, slit them down and stepped out of them.
“I found this body scrub you left last time you visited and I figured you would like-“ Spencer stopped and looked at your half naked body.
There you stood. Only in a sweater that was too big for your body and in pink panties. Your makeup did you take off on the plane.
“What?” You asked nervously, looking down at your body to see if there was anything wrong, other than some bruises on your legs.
Spencer smiled and let out a chuckle. “You look amazing. Uhm,” he chuckled again. “I’m just amazed.”
You smiled softly at his words, getting a little shy.
“The… the shower is ready when you are.” Spencer stuttered and stepped closer to you.
“Can you help me get out of my sweater?” You asked, looking at him with pleading eyes.
He nodded once again. Spencer stepped closer to your body and placed his hands on your waist by the hem of your sweater.
You lifted your arms above your head so he could pull the sweater off. Spencer hesitated to do so. He just stood there and admired you, even though your left cheek had a bruise on it, he only saw beauty.
“Spence?”
“Hmm?”
“I can’t keep my arms up all day long.” You giggled and looked at him with begging eyes.
“Do you have a lot of bruises on your stomach?” He asked and slowly pulled the sweater up.
“I don’t know.” You admitted and looked away from his gaze.
Spencer pulled your sweater off, leaving you in only your panties and a bralette that just covered your chest. Your stomach was filled with dark marks and bruises that indicated that you’ve been hit and kicked, your arms had defense wounds that had been wrapped in some bindings and small cuts and your chest was covered in red and blue marks.
He also noticed that your arms had smaller poking holes where your veins were.
“What drug did he use?” Spencer asked and pulled down the strands of your bralette.
“He started with heroin, but then he moved onto meth, the liquid form. He also used some ordinary pain meds to help my body relax.” You said as he opened the bra clasp and let it fall to the ground.
“And you feel okay?” He asked and began to kiss your neck with sloppy kisses.
“Mhm. Just tired.” You said as your hands found his that were on your hips.
“Then let’s get you in the shower and wash away these memories.” He said as he kissed your shoulder.
“That sounds good.” You whimpered as his hands started to pull down your panties.
He kneeled down in front of you and pulled down your panties along your bruised legs. Spencer left small kisses along your stomach, hips and your thighs.
“Spence..” you whispered and grabbed some of his curls.
Spencer stood up and looked at you with cute loving eyes while his hands ran up and down your sides. Even though your body was covered in scratches and bruises, Spencer was so in love that he didn’t see the bruising. He saw beauty.
“Let’s get you into the shower.” He smiled and kissed your forehead.
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You got woken up by the sun shining through Spencer’s sheer curtains. When you rolled over to Spencer’s side of the bed, it was empty, but his pillow was fluffed and he had made his bed as good as he could.
You saw a note laying on the bedside table. You sat up on the bed and leaned over to grab it. Spencer had written you a note. It was sometimes hard to read his handwriting when he was rushing but you managed to figure it out.
Your dad called and told me to get in. I told him you took a few days off.
Love you, S
“Such a cutie.” You smiled and put the note down.
You grabbed your phone to see what time it was. 11 a.m. your phone showed. It has been a while since you slept in so late. Normally on your days off you slept till around 9.30 a.m. maybe 10 if you needed, but never really longer than that.
You decided to get up and go to the headquarters in Quantico, even though Spencer had told your dad you were taking some days off to get better, you still had a lot of reports that needed to get done before deadlines.
You decided to put on some of your clean clothes you had in your go-bag. But you didn’t realize that you needed to pack a new one
“Jeans, socks and a t-shirt. It’s freezing out, I can't wear this.” You said to yourself and looked around Spencer’s bedroom to see if there was something you could wear to stay warm during the day.
You noticed one of Spencer’s cardigans laying around. It was one of his purple ones that he really liked and it smelled freshly washed.
You decided to put it on together with your denim jeans, black t-shirt and your socks. Once you were dressed you put on some makeup to cover a few bruises you had on your neck and face.
When you arrived at the BAU people looked in your direction as you walked through the glass doors. The first thing you saw was a large bouquet with white lilies and roses on your desk. You walked over to your desk and saw a small box of your favorite candy with a note on it.
“Hello there plum cake.” You heard Derek say.
You turned around and saw Derek holding his mug with a smirk on his face.
“Hey, where are the others?” You asked and sat down to read the note.
“In the conference room. We just got a new case…” Derek said and drank some coffee. “Pretty boy told us you were taking some days off, so why are you here?”
“Uhm… reports. I’ve got some reports I need to finish before the deadlines.” You explained and read the note.
“What does it say?” Derek asked.
“To my beloved partner, lover and best friend. Happy late Valentine’s Day. Hope you like the flowers and the candy. Love, S” you said out loud while a blush came on your face.
“Let me guess. S is Spencer?” Derek chuckled and sat down on the edge of your desk.
“How’d you know?”
“Let me just say that you and pretty boy aren’t good at hiding each other’s feelings and I know a certain someone who can’t keep their mouth shut.” Derek said with a smirk and drank more of his coffee.
“Penelope. Wait.. yesterday he told me that she helped him get flowers and chocolate. Do you think she helped with this too?” You asked and smelled the flowers.
“Why don’t you ask him yourself, plum cake?” Derek asked and pointed towards Spencer who was walking in your direction.
You looked towards Spencer who had a large smile on his face. When he almost reached you, you stood up with a small smile on his face.
“Hi, Spence.” You smiled more widely.
Spencer didn’t say anything back, but he wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you off the ground a little bit in a large hug. You wrapped confusingly your arms around his shoulders and neck.
“What are you doing?” You asked once he put you down and pulled away from the hug.
“Happy late Valentine’s Day.” Spencer smiled widely.
“Ha-, happy valentines.” You stammered and looked around to find a distraction.
“I’ll leave you two alone.” Derek said and walked into the conference room.
“What did I say about keeping a low profile?” You almost whispered to Spencer.
“Want the exact words or?” He asked jokingly and went to grab your hand but decided not to do it.
“I don’t want to exact words but I thought we should keep our relationship private.” You said and stood a little closer to him.
“We were but I wanted to give you a gift and celebrate the day of love.” He said and leaned closer to you.
“I-, I understand that but my dad and-“ Spencer leaned down and captured your lips in a passionate kiss.
Spencer’s hands went down to your hips and gave them a tight squeeze while yours went up to his cheeks. When you parted you felt rather happy being in his arms. You could sense the fireworks between you and Spencer. It felt like you’ve fallen in love again.
“Did Penelope help you with this setup as well?” You smiled softly and ran your thumbs over his defined cheekbones.
“She did and I’m really grateful for that.” Spencer smiled and tucked you closer to his body.
“Reid?” You heard your dad say.
You quickly pushed Spencer away from you and bit your lip trying not to feel too embarrassed about what your dad might have seen.
“Yes, sir?” Spencer said with an innocent expression on his face.
“Come see me in the office. Same with you, junior.” You dad said and walked back to his office.
You let out a huge frustrated sigh and looked away from Spencer. You were the first one of the two of you to walk back to your dad's office.
You were the first to sit down in one of your dad's chairs. Spencer came in right after.
“Reid, close the door please.” You dad said when Spencer stepped inside.
Spencer did what he got asked to do and closed the door. When he sat down on the other empty chair a heavy awkward silence came to the small room.
“Care to explain the situation out there?” Your dad asked you and Spencer.
“Uhm..” you started. “Well the thing is..”
“Your daughter and I are dating.” Spencer said boldly.
“Well…” your dad started and looked between both you and Spencer. “Are you happy?”
You and Spencer nodded.
“Junior, does he make you feel protected?” He asked you.
“He- he does.” You stammered and kept your face low.
“And Reid, can I trust you to keep her protected?” Your dad asked.
“I’ll protect her with my life.” Spencer said with confidence.
“Then I’m happy. As long as you two are happy I can’t see why you shouldn’t be together. Also as long as you do your jobs, I can’t see why it shouldn’t work.” Your dad said with a small smile.
“Wait, you approve of our relationship?” You asked confusingly and looked at your dad then at Spencer.
“I do. Well I’ve been suspicious about it and when Garcia told me that Reid was getting flowers for you I figured it out. I’ve never been against it.”
“Garcia really needs to learn how to keep quiet.” Spencer said and looked at you.
“And when will I learn that profilers know everything?” You chuckled and looked out the windows.
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Okay but what do you think the brother's reaction would be to you already having dark circles under your eyes before you even spend any significant time in devildom?
Brothers When MC Already Had Dark Circles Before The Devildom (Headcanons)
Lucifer
Are you having trouble sleeping? He knows tea that’ll help you fall asleep if you need it.
He’s actually really worried about it. Are you sick? What causes dark circles under the eyes in a human? Is it always lack of sleep? What else could it be?
Won’t openly show how worried he is, that just isn’t in his nature. He will start doing subtle things like making you that special blend of tea to help you fall asleep.
He’ll also enforce bedtimes, and he’ll come up to your room to check to see if you’re actually sleeping or not. This is a big deal to him, but to everyone else he’s become like… weird strict house dad.
Doesn’t even care that his brothers are mocking him and the rules, as long as you’re getting a good night's rest.
Will casually glance over every morning to see if the dark circles are fading. If they’re not, he’ll just try something else. If they are fading though… Big pride boost. Essentially, he did that. He helped.
Mammon
Did you get in a fight with someone in the human realm?! Not that he cares… or at least he doesn’t outwardly show that he cares. If he does find out that someone laid their hands on you they’re dead. Not that you’ll ever know about it. They just moved away…
He’ll ask about them a lot, not to be rude, he just wants to know why you have them. The only other person that he knows with dark circles is Belphie.
If you tell him it’s because of lack of sleep… he’s still confused. How does someone not sleep? Is there a reason why you can’t sleep? He could usually pass out pretty easily. Humans are strange.
Starts having “sleepovers” in your room to make sure you fall asleep, although it’s kind of hard to fall asleep with him staring at you the entire time, so he’ll just lay awake and stare at the ceiling for hours until he knows you’re sleeping. Usually he’ll fall asleep before you though… oops. He’s trying his best.
He’ll let you use his pillow because “it’s the best pillow obviously” and he’ll let you use his blanket because “it’s the softest blanket obviously”. He’ll even let you start wearing his pajamas because… you guessed it “they’re the best pajamas… obviously”. Not quite sure if he’s doing it so his things smell like you or if he just genuinely thinks his things will help you sleep better.
Will feel like a complete failure if those dark circles don’t start fading after at least a week of you using his things.
Leviathan
Doesn’t mean to stare and he’s not trying to be rude, but he’s looking.
You don’t look tired, and usually dark circles are from a lack of sleep… right? That’s what he heard at least.
He’s super shy, and so nervous, and he doesn’t feel like he’d have the best advice to give on things like this considering he stays up all night playing video games, but he will recommend things to you that he thinks might help.
Of course his first recommendation is sleeping in a bathtub… that’s where he sleeps and to him it’s very comfortable. Whether you actually want to try that… well… bathtubs aren’t the most comfortable places to sleep and it’s kind of strange how he’s able to fall asleep at an angle like that.
Next recommendations if the tub thing doesn’t work out would be Ruri-Chan eye covers because they’re soft and they have Ruri-Chan on them. How could you not fall asleep with images of Ruri-Chan floating through your head when you fall asleep. Also maybe some soft ocean noises, those are always helpful.
He really hopes his recommendations work, and if they do he’ll be so happy. If they don’t work, he probably will wonder why Ruri-Chan didn’t help you like she helped him. Why do you not like dreaming of Ruri-Chan?
Satan
If there’s anyone who knows about dark circles it’s him. He’s got books on literally everything, he’s had to have read at least one book on what causes them.
He’ll pull you aside randomly and sit you down to ask about them, ask about your blood type, your health, your schedule, literally everything. He’s a doctor now, at least he thinks he is.
Makes sure that you drink enough water and that you don’t stare into any computer screens or your phone screen too long. Luckily the Devildom doesn’t have a sun, so overexposure to that isn’t a problem. He’s monitoring everything… in the name of your health and getting rid of those dark circles.
He’ll also wake you up after you’ve gotten a good 8 hours of sleep because oversleeping is bad too. He is on top of everything. He’s got you covered.
If they start fading, which he’s really really sure that they will, he’ll be so proud of himself, but not too proud, because being too prideful would make him like Lucifer and that’s not good. If they don’t start fading, he’ll read through other books, any other book that he has to try to find out how to get rid of them.
But seriously, why wouldn’t they fade? The book said specifically what the causes were and he helped you avoid those causes. The books don’t lie!
Asmodeus
He has so many hacks to cover them up or get rid of them, and he will go through each and every one with you.
He can now officially call you his beauty buddy because he constantly has you in his room testing out different methods of getting rid of the dark circles. He’s having a good time with it too.
He thinks you’re beautiful no matter what, but he does worry that it might mean you’re sick or unhealthy which would not be good, mainly because he doesn’t want you to feel bad while you’re down in the Devildom. You should be having fun, with him mostly.
His entire room becomes a spa every time you’re in there. Relaxation is key, and he wants you to feel as relaxed as possible. Aroma therapy, massages, face masks, eye masks, and the strangely sensual instrumental music that he usually has playing in the background.
He will not let up, not at all. But he also refuses to cover them with concealer or any kind of makeup because even if he can’t find a way to make them fade or go away completely, they’re a part of you, and you’re special to him.
But if those under eye masks do not work even a little he is calling the manufacturer and telling them that their product is a lie.
Beelzebub
It’s not that he doesn’t notice them, he just doesn’t think they’re a big deal. Belphie has dark circles and he’s alright, so that means you’re alright too… right?
He’ll start thinking about it more the more he sees you and he’ll slowly start to worry about it. He’ll actually go to Satan to ask about it, queue Doctor Satan informing Beel of what may cause it.
Now he’s worried about you and Belphie. He really is just trying to be a good guy and help you both out, so when he barges into the room a little too early because he doesn’t want you to oversleep… please don’t be mad. He thinks he’s helping.
He’ll also literally carry you to bed at your “bed time” that he just came up with. Sure, it might be kind of unreasonable and going to bed at 6 in the evening is just a little early, but he looks so happy when he lays you down, you can’t even argue with him. Yeah, you might stay up a little longer, but when he checks up on you, you pretend to be asleep to make him feel like he’s really doing a good job.
Dehydration and/or allergies? Not on his watch. He’s got water bottles stacked and ready for you. If one runs out, he’s bringing you another one immediately. Allergies… he doesn’t know if you actually have any, but just in case, he did some research with the help of Satan, and now he’s got you covered in case you’re allergic to something in the Devildom.
He really just wants to help you. Please let him help you. He’s worried and he wants to make sure you’re okay. Even if the dark circles don’t fade or go away, he’ll know that he’s doing his best to help as much as he can.
Belphegor
Samesies! His dark circles are due to him sleeping so much, but he doesn’t know why you have them.
He immediately assumes it’s because you’re not getting enough sleep, so he’s going to help you with that. He will have you knocked out in seconds, as soon as you lay down. He’ll make sure your dreams are happy too, just so there’s no chance of you waking up in the middle of the night because of a nightmare or anything.
He’ll watch you closely during the day, probably recommend taking naps constantly just to speed up the process of getting rid of the dark circles. (That’s not how it works, and someone should tell him that)
Bedtime is all the time, at least with him. He does keep water in the attic for you just in case you do wake up. It probably doesn’t feel like he’s trying as much as the other brothers would, but all he really knows is sleep, so to him this is the best advice he can give you.
He does take your phone away if you’re on it too much though, not even accrediting the dark circles to being on your phone or looking at it too long, it’s more of a “pay attention to me now” thing… but it’s actually helping.
He’s doing his best, he’s just not good at showing that he cares a lot and that this is his best. You both will probably continue having the dark circles, which he doesn’t actually mind. As long as you’re not sick and you’re close to him, he doesn’t even notice them actually. Just keep napping with him.
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Can you do headcanons about sparkling, Herb and black raisin as single parents (separately) please?
alrighty! this one seems fun :DD
thank you for requesting, anon!
characters ; sparkling, herb, black raisin
notes ; child reader, fluff (a pinch of angst), headcanons, platonic, implied dead s/o (of the characters)
sparkling... i'm not very sure if he likes kids that much tbh, but it doesn't change the fact that he takes very good care of you.
being a single father will add on to his already busy duties as a bartender, though, but luckily you're an understanding child and you often help him out! he really appreciates it ^^
he's probably the most angsty here tbh,, sometimes you unintentionally catch your father crying over the loss of your other parent, which breaks your heart, so you go over to comfort him :( it's because you first saw him crying when you were much younger that you made a resolution to be a good child and not stress your dad any more 😔
but for the more fluffy parts!! if you have long hair, he loves to do your hair!!! tying it into braids, side ponytails, you name it! he's very skillful with his hands, and if he weren't already a bartender, you would've suggested he become a hairdresser.
sometimes he gets caught up in his own thoughts and unintentionally neglects you for a few moments, but when he comes back to reality and sees your bright smile, he'll remind himself that he has a home to go back to. <3
herb has always loved children, but to take care of one, let alone by himself, is an exhausting thought. which is why he would have never expected to end up in that exact scenario.
he absolutely adores you and is a great father, don't worry! he makes sure to give you lots of attention when you want it and does your hobbies with you :DD also teaches you gardening (but you end up hating it, oof)
i think herb is a father who'd sacrifice himself for you, if it ever came to that. he wants to protect you so much, because the memory of seeing his s/o die in front of him was already too painful to bear, and he couldn't even begin to imagine losing another loved one :(
anyway fluff time!! he's super supportive of everything you do and is your no 1 biggest fan in anything. no matter whether you're a sports person, or you prefer artistic talents, or meddling with robotics is your kinda thing, he'll support you wholeheartedly, always giving you encouragement along the way. the only reason why you're so sure in doing what you're doing right now is because of him!
beneath black raisin's harsh exterior is a woman who is just really soft towards her child. she may be gruff and restrict you from doing certain things, but she means well. she only wants you to be safe.
sometimes if you look close enough, you can see one of her crows (obviously sent by your mother herself) hiding in the trees and tailing you, making sure you don't run into any danger along the way to your destination.
even though it may seem like she never pays you any attention, she actually throws you a lot of secret glances. this is because she doesn't quite know how to communicate with you well, and is stressed from her role as a single mother, so the only way she thinks she can check up on you is through looking at you.
she also doesn't tell you often, but she's very proud of whatever you do. she's proud of the time you fell down and injured yourself but still got back up on your own when you were five. she's proud of the time you scored top of the class when you were eleven. she's proud of the time you represented your school in a nationwide competition when you were sixteen, even though you didn't win. she's just really proud of you and loves you so much, but she doesn't know how to convey it. :(
a/n: was this too angsty LOL i love familial angst can you tell
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the babysitter’s club (1)
+ pairing: levi ackerman + (fem) reader, featuring bright-eyed but very easily intimidated interns and part-time babysitters eren and armin who are trying their best
+ genres and warnings: modern au, parents au, fluff, yes the dog’s name is captain and he’s tiny what about it
+ summary: eren and armin are good subordinates, who happen to be pretty good babysitter, too. usually.
+ word count: 2.7k
+ notes: this was just something fun i edited and reworked again, also to provide some more insight about dad levi and my oc kids; this focuses only on holden, who is the oldest of the bunch, but you’ll more about the rest as they go
It’s not that Levi doesn’t trust Holden’s babysitters, he just would rather watch over her himself. Moreover, he would rather have the time to spend with his small daughter instead of having to leave her in the care of someone else who isn’t you, but sometimes life gets busy, and babysitters come in real handy.
He still doesn’t understand why Erwin would schedule the both of you to attend such important work-related meetings on the same weekend; much less, to send you half-way around the world for yours, and then book Levi for damn near twelve hours on a Saturday. He would murder Erwin if he weren’t his direct boss, and a long-time friend. But shit happens, and while it’s a major inconvenience and pain in his ass to be working on a weekend, it’s good to know he could rely on the brats at the office to step up on such short notice.
“I’m sure I don’t need to remind you that if anything happens, I won’t hesitate to dismember you,” Levi says calmly, closing his briefcase after triple-checking its contents.
“Of course,” Armin stiffens visibly, awkward laughter seeping through his words, “Eren and I would never let anything happen to Holden.”
To his left, Holden has already tugged Eren to the coffee table for a game of children’s Scrabble, determined to show off her new skills. Levi smiles slightly as he remembers playing the game with her last week, and how awe-struck she was to have seen Levi create a word bigger than “unattainable”—which is currently the longest word in her four-year-old vocabulary. But he’s certain she would have no trouble beating Eren.
He gives Armin a slight nod. He knows Holden is in good hands; or good enough hands with Armin, anyway. It’s not the first time the duo has babysat, and for as air-headed and clumsy Eren could be at the office, he seemed to be pretty damn good with kids if Holden’s attachment to the brunette was anything to go by.
Levi recounts that you’ve questioned on multiple occasions why Eren was so dedicated to being your PA when he seemed to have a potential career in taking care of, and maybe even teaching children. Not that he’s not a good assistant to you, but he’s certainly not as organized or detailed-oriented as Armin. Levi shrugs away the thought. Eren’s career choices are none of his business; his only concern is that he keeps his daughter safe and sound.
“Right. My card is on the kitchen island, you can buy lunch and dinner or whatever, I don’t think there’s much in the fridge,” Levi informs Armin. He looks briefly to the clock on the wall; he really should get going. “Remember to walk Captain at some point, and no matter what Holden says, he absolutely does need a leash on him. If Erwin isn’t being a complete asshat, I’ll be home by nine. (Y/N) will probably still be on her flight, so call me if you need anything.”
Armin nods enthusiastically, promising Levi that they would take care of everything. They’d better.
“Alright, I’m heading out,” Levi announces, pulling his keys from the table near the door, “Be good, Holden. Tell Armin and Eren if you need anything.”
Holden’s head perks up at the sound of her name. Elegantly, or as elegantly as a four-year-old can be, she stands from her seated crisscross position, to run over to Levi by the door. He should remind her that she should use walking feet inside the house, but he can’t bring himself to, instead crouching down to meet her height.
“Bye, daddy,” she tells him sweetly. Levi reaches a hand out to ruffle the top of her head, much to the small girl’s chagrin. She sports a grimace almost identical to his as he reaches up to try and smooth out the aftermath of her father’s affections, “Daddy!”
Levi can’t help but chuckle, reaching two fingers out to poke at his daughter’s forehead. “Be good. I’ll be back soon.”
“Mommy too?”
Levi sighs, “No, mommy doesn’t come back until Tuesday.”
“That’s four days away,” Holden’s doesn’t hesitate to express her dissatisfaction. Levi nods, a little proud of how quickly she’d calculated that in her head, “Can Eren stay until Tuesday?”
“No, Eren cannot.”
“Oh, that’s too bad,” Holden crinkles her nose. Levi really has got to do something about her fascination with Eren.
Holden looks backwards to where Eren is still seated around the coffee table, he and Armin watching the father-daughter duo. After reconciling with the fact that Eren does, in fact, have his own home to go back to at the end of the day, Holden turns back around, and holds her hand up, palm facing Levi. He does the same, bringing his larger palm to hers, so that her hand is pushed against the middle of his.
Not one for hugs, kisses, or larger displays of affection, Holden simply turns her palm so that her hand grabs around Levi’s as best as possible, hooking her thumb around his pinky finger—what Levi’s heard the young girl call a hand hug.
“Bye, daddy,” she repeats, squeezing his hand, “Come back soon.”
Levi bends his fingers to wrap around her hand, “I will.”
“Keep an eye on her,” Levi reminds Armin and Eren, after standing back up and gripping his briefcase in his hand, “Don’t cause too much trouble.”
“Holden never causes trouble,” Eren says in response, but his words are spoken in coos to the young girl, who’s already back at his side.
Levi scoffs, “I was talking to you.”
“We’ll be fine, boss, don’t worry,” Eren chuckles with an awkward blush, “We love looking after Holden.”
“I’m not your boss,” Levi deadpans, double-checking his pockets for his keys, “You’d better hope everything is fine. Call me if anything happens, I’ll be back soon.”
With one final round of good-byes, and a wave from his daughter, Levi’s out the door, and stepping into his car with a grimace. It was just one stupid day out of his life. Besides, Holden would be fine with Armin and Eren; she always is. Levi is just grumpy that he can’t be the one to spend the day with her.
He sighs, reluctantly, putting his keys in the ignition. The sooner he got this over with, the sooner he could come back to Holden. Everything would be fine in the meantime; for now, he had to focus on how he was going to get himself to sit through Erwin’s long-ass meeting.
“Levi! Hi! Um… okay, so don’t freak out, but Armin and I are at the hospital with Holden right now—don’t freak out—because there was a small incident at lunch—don’t freak out and fire me please—but! It’s all gonna be okay, they’re already treating her and she’s doing fine now, so don’t freak—”
“Tell me not to freak out one more fucking time and I’ll castrate Armin and feed you his balls myself.”
“You sound a little freaked out,” Eren placates, wincing and holding his phone away from his ear when Levi growls in response.
“You have five seconds to tell me what you two idiots did to my daughter and explain why I shouldn’t decapitate you immediately.”
“It’s a funny story, actually—so, um, we think Holden might be allergic to nuts…?”
“What do you mean might be, Jaeger?”
Eren can feel his heart in his throat. He eyes Armin on the other side of Holden’s hospital bed. He looks no better—color almost completely drained from his face, but Eren doesn’t think he can say much else to his boss before his knees give out from underneath him.
“Uh, well, it was a lot of technical terms, and—I—um, actually I’m going to let Armin explain!” Eren hurries, all but chucking his phone at the unsuspecting blonde.
Armin’s blue eyes look almost grey with anxiety, but before he can protest, Eren is flailing his hands and pointing fingers and reminding him that Levi will kill them both if he doesn’t start talking.
Reluctant, and terrified, Armin finally lifts the phone to his ear, stuttering out a pathetic hello, but Levi cuts him off before he can say anything else.
“Save it. Send me your location, and pray I don’t kill you when I get there.” Armin chokes out a “yes, sir,” before slowly bringing the phone down to his side.
The good news is that Holden’s allergic reaction wasn’t too severe: her throat had been irritated, and hives had emerged as a result, but it hadn’t been closing up. And luckily, Eren had the endurance to run nearly a mile and half with a four year old tucked under his arm; because with the traffic Armin observed whilst he and Captain huffed and lagged behind, it would have taken thrice as long to get Holden to the ER had they waited and called for an ambulance.
Even better was that Holden was an unnervingly calm kid, even whilst having an allergic reaction. She looked almost back to normal now, save for a few red looking blotches on her neck and upper arm; and seemed more than content to be watching a video on Eren’s phone, despite the situation. She was a little bummed out to find out that she could never eat the new ice cream she liked so much ever again, but she seemed to quickly get over it once Eren reminded her that there were lots of other flavors out there for her to try. Flavors that wouldn’t make her choke to death.
Still, Eren and Armin could probably kiss their jobs goodbye, seeing as they had nearly just poisoned their bosses’ daughter. Holden seemed to like them enough, but, unfortunately, Holden wasn’t the Ackerman who signed their checks.
At the very least, Eren doesn’t think you’ll be too upset with him. He doesn’t think you’ll be ecstatic to hear that while you were away on your already inconvenient work-trip on the other side of the globe, that he also managed to land your daughter in a hospital bed… but you were the more forgiving one. Then again, maybe not so forgiving when it comes to the health and wellbeing of your daughter.
Eren falls back against the wall in dread. You weren’t even in the same country as him and he was worried about what you might say or do to him. Levi was probably less than twenty minutes away and fully capable of beheading him.
“You… uh, you think the Interior Branch is still looking for interns?” Eren breaks the silence, looking towards Armin, who’s taken the seat next to Holden’s bed, petting Captain robotically as the dog sits in his lap.
“I don’t think it matters,” Armin responds, “They won’t hire corpses.”
Fifteen minutes, and several run red lights later, Levi is bursting through the doors to the pediatric wing of the emergency room. He doesn’t care about the old woman at the reception yelling at him for causing a ruckus, or the other parents, doctors, or visitors eyeing him for marching around like he owned the place. Holden was in there somewhere, and he was going to get to her.
“Holden—oh, god, Holden,” Levi coos, frantic, as he marches into Holden’s room, scurrying to the side of her hospital bed. A cold hand reaches up to stroke her face. Angry, red bumps litter the sides of neck, her cheeks are puffier than usual, and the perimeter of her mouth seems a bit irritated, but Levi is relieved. She’s okay, his baby girl is okay.
“’M fine, daddy,” Holden assures him. She’s almost overly-perceptive for her age, able to pick up on her father’s out of character antics, and does her best to console him. “Eren ran with me all the way here when I started coughing and itchin.’”
Levi nods, the dark grey splotches in Holden’s eyes bringing him comfort, ensuring him that she was okay. “They gave me a shot, and I don’t like needles, but I didn’t even cry at all. Ask, Armin and Eren, they saw! Captain, too.”
“Brave girl,” Levi smiles, reaching his hand up to push her hair out of her face then leans over to press a kiss to her forehead.
Levi had almost forgotten that Eren and Armin were in the room until he hears a blundering cough from behind him. The younger boys look petrified, Eren practically shaking in his shoes, while Armin doesn’t even have the confidence to look him in the eye.
“We’re really sorry, Levi,” Eren apologizes, voice scratchy and wobbly, like he’d been the one to just get a shot, “We didn’t know—and when she started coughing and saying she couldn’t breathe, I swear, I ran here as fast as I could—”
“It’s fine.”
“It’s… fine?”
Levi sighs. Maybe he’d been a little harsh with them on the phone, letting his emotions get the best of him. He’d already been pissed off enough to not have the time to spend with Holden this weekend; hearing that she’d been hurt was just the final push over the edge for him, but it wasn’t necessarily Armin or Eren’s fault.
“I didn’t know either,” Levi exhales, reaching at hand out to pet the top of Holden’s head again, the young girl now distracted once again by the phone in her hand, “She’s never had a reaction to anything before, and neither (Y/N) or I have any strong allergies.”
Armin shuffles where he’s standing. “The doctor said she might be allergic to tree nuts. We, uh, we gave her pistachio ice cream after lunch.”
If there’s anything concerning Levi, it’s that they gave Holden ice cream before dinner, but he supposes he can let it go for now.
“Eren told me to try it, and it tasted good, daddy,” Holden interjects, “Before I started coughing, it was good.”
“Ah, well, you can’t—you shouldn’t eat things that make you feel sick!” Eren stutters loudly.
“But it was good,” Holden pouts, “And you said to try new things, Eri. I won’t know if it makes me sick if I don’t try them.”
Levi holds back his laughter. He knows that Holden definitely wouldn’t want to try the same same flavor again knowing now that she was allergic to it; she was just pulling at Eren’s leg. Levi would have to keep an eye out for the stuff anyway, especially if her oh-so-precious Eren has expressed any former love for it.
“Um, Levi, sir,” Armin calls, pulling Levi’s attention towards the blonde, “We didn’t know if (Y/N) would have landed already, but do you think you should call her, to, um, let her know?”
Levi’s face pales three shades when he realizes that none of them had already informed you that your daughter was currently hospitalized with a new found allergy.
“You can call her,” Levi says, a shudder in his spine at the thought of relaying this information to you, “That’s your death sentence, not mine.”
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