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gglitch1dd · 1 month

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I’ve been wondering… when Toshinori goes to UA and his parents help him unpack in his dorm, does any of this friends or classmates think his mom’s a MILF and comment on how fine she is?

Oh definitely!!! It would drive him mad! Can't invite his friends over or anything because he knows they'll be thirsty for his mom.

"Okay sweetie do you have your toothbrush?"

"Yes mom, it's in the bathroom box."

"Did you also pack all your shoes? I thought you said you were missing a pair of slippers?"

"I found them and I put them in the shoe box."

"What about deodorant? Your bed sheets? I think I only folded like three sets and-"

"Mom!" Toshinori laughed as he took your hands as you and him stood in his dorm room in UA.

You, Izuku and him had been carrying boxes up to his room on the second floor into the room he'd be living in the entire year, outside of holidays. It was no surpise to anyone that the son of the number one hero managed to get into Class A. No surprise at all. You and Izuku were so exceptionally proud of Toshinori.

You eased as you looked at your oldest sprout. You felt tears come to your eyes as you cupped his face looking at him. For a second you saw the little baby you first held in your arms. The little guy who would cling to you and rely on you constantly.

Where did that little sprout go?

You sniffed as you covered your eyes.

"Mom..." Toshinori's shoulder's dropped as he looked at you with a sad smile. "Mom don't cry." He urged.

Izuku walked in with the last two boxes, the heaviest ones so far. "Alright. That's everything out of the car-" He paused as he saw you in tears. He slowly put down the boxes and looked at his son. He motioned to you with one finger. Toshinori nodded. Izuku put on a gentle smile as he chuckled and walked over to you, pulling you into his arms. "He's going to be fine, my love. I had to go to the dorms by myself and so will he. He'll be fine. Shinso said he'd keep an eye on him since he's homeroom teacher for class A."

"I know but Izu..." You dropped your hands and motioned to Toshinori. "My baby... He's gone out of the nest."

Izuku pat your back. "My love, he's just at UA. He isn't that far. We'll see him on holidays." He reminded you. Izuku let go of you as he moved to Toshinori.

He put his hands on the teenagers shoulders. Toshinori was dressed in his UA uniform already, a small red tie around his neck, tied Midoriya style, he stood in gleaming red Jordans, matching to his dad. Izuku looked at his son in front of him and he saw himself, only this time his son had a father to wish him off well.

Izuku opened his mouth to speak but he lost the words. He lifted up a finger and turned away as he tried to fight off the Midoriya sized tears. You weren't the least bit surprised that Izuku was crying.

Toshinori threw his hands up. "Great, now dad is crying too." He moved over to the both of you, pulling the two of you into a hug. Izuku wrapped his arms around the three of you, keeping you all close. "I'm going to be fine." He told you both softly, ignoring the burning in his own eyes.

"We know..." You said softly. "Just... remember to call, okay?"

"I will."

"And don't forget to wash your socks."

"I won't."

"And if you want to sneak alcohol into the dorms, make sure to bribe Hounddog with a Medium Rare steak."

"IZUKU!" You glared at your husband and his so called advice which Toshinori laughed at. Your husband put his hands up in surrender, but personally he believed he was saying the important things to remember.

With all the tears mopped off the floor, Toshinori accompanied you both down the elevators where some of the others were, a lot of them being kids you already knew since they were in your friend group.

"Hey Toshi!" Another first year boy jogged over to Toshinori as you and Izuku headed off towards the doors. He kept his hands in his pockets but nodded towards you. "Who's that lady?"

Toshinori paused for a second. "Oh that's my mom."

"Dude! How could you not know that's his mom?" Kaminari Haiden, Denki's and Jirou's son, commented as he motioned to you. "She's literally always on the news with ProHero Deku."

The guy scratched the back of his head. "I just didn't expect her to be such a MILF."

"EXCUSE ME?!" Toshinori let out loudly with an appalled look on his face.

Haiden sighed as he nodded his head, folding his arms over his chest. His purple hair was styled in the same way as his dad but with a white lightning bolt. "I know right?"

"Are we talking about Aunty Y/N?" Kane asked as he walked over with his hands in his pockets. The other boys hummed in agreement. "I've been telling Toshinori that his mom is hot and he's never believed me."

"That's my MOM!" He reminded his friends motioning to your form. "She isn't hot! She's my mom!"

"Are we talking about Toshi's mom?" Todoroki Keiji asked. He was one of the Todoroki twins, his hair being ice white as he turned to look to where you were. "Yah she's fine."

"HELLO!? CAN WE STOP TALKING ABOUT MY MOM PLEASE?!"

"Toshinori!" You called at the door. You waved a hand. "Bye, baby. Stay safe!"

Toshinori fought off an embarrassed blush but nodded. "Bye mom."

You smiled. Recognising the boys he was standing with, you waved your hand at them in goodbye. "Goodbye boys."

"Bye Mrs Midoriya." They sang with dopey smiles.

Haiden sighed. "Man, you're dad is one lucky man."

"DUDE!?"

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unabashegirl · 24 days

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Enticing 42 — Harry Styles

Summary: Harry is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?

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The soft glow of dawn crept through the window, casting a gentle light on the room. Y/N stirred in her sleep, feeling the warmth of the bed and the soft sheets around her. As she slowly began to wake, she became aware of a gentle hand shaking her shoulder.

“Y/N,” a familiar voice whispered. She blinked her eyes open to see Harry sitting on the bed, looking impeccable in a tailored suit and with the scent of freshly bathed skin lingering in the air.

“Mmm?” Y/N mumbled, still half-asleep, trying to comprehend what Harry was saying.

“I have to head to London. I have an important meeting today,” Harry explained, his tone gentle but urgent. “I need to leave early. I'll try my best to get back tonight.”

Y/N rubbed her eyes and sat up, trying to shake off the drowsiness. “London? Today?” she asked, the information slowly sinking in. It was rare for Harry to have meetings that required him to travel to London on such short notice.

Harry nodded, concern and determination in his eyes. “Yes, love. It's rather unexpected, but it's crucial. I'll make it back as soon as I can.”

She glanced at the clock and realized how early it was. “Alright,” Y/N murmured, her mind still in a sleepy haze. “I need to get ready for work anyway. Just be safe, okay?”

He smiled warmly, leaning down to press a soft kiss on her forehead. “I'll be careful, I promise. I'll call you as soon as I have a chance.”

Y/N nodded, feeling a mix of pride and worry for Harry's responsibilities. She knew how important his work was and admired his dedication.

Harry quickly finished getting ready, grabbing his briefcase and jacket. He bent down to give her a lingering kiss. “I love you,” he whispered, his eyes expressing his genuine affection. “

“I love you too,” she replied softly, reaching up to stroke his cheek. “Take care, and good luck with your meeting.”

With a final smile, Harry left their shared apartment, leaving Y/N alone sleep for a few more hours and to prepare for the day. As she went about her morning routine, thoughts of Harry lingered in her mind. She knew that no matter how busy their lives got, they always found a way to make it work.

A few hours later as Y/N finished her morning routine and prepared to leave for work, she noticed a folded piece of paper on the nightstand beside her bed. Curiosity piqued, she picked it up and unfolded the note to find Harry's familiar handwriting.

“My Love,

I hope this note finds you well. I wanted to let you know that my entire staff is at your disposal today. If you need anything at all, please don't hesitate to ask. Andrew will be your dedicated point of contact, and he'll take care of anything you need.

If you require a driver to take you to work or back to the apartment later, it's all arranged. Just let them know, and they'll be there for you. Andrew's number is included below in case of any emergencies.

Remember, you are never alone, even when I'm away. I'm always just a call away, and I'll be home as soon as I can. Take care, and have a wonderful day at work. I love you.

Always, H”

A warm smile spread across Y/N's face as she read Harry's thoughtful words. His consideration and love for her were evident in this simple but caring gesture. It made her heart swell with affection and gratitude for having him in her life.

She saved Andrew's number in her phone, appreciating the support system Harry had put in place for her. The knowledge that Harry had made arrangements to ensure her comfort and safety made her feel loved and cherished.

As Y/N finished getting ready for work, she contacted the driver as Harry had arranged. The driver was waiting outside the building, ready to take her to work. Just as she walked out of the building, she heard her name being called. She turned around and saw James, her ex-boyfriend, standing there. He quickly approached her, stopping her from getting into the car. “Y/N!” James called out, his voice filled with urgency. Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she locked eyes with him. It had been so long since they last saw each other, and the unexpected encounter caught her off guard.

“James?” Y/N managed to say, her voice tinged with surprise and confusion. Memories of their past relationship flooded her mind, bringing a mix of emotions to the surface.

“I've been trying to reach you,” James said, his tone filled with concern. “I need to talk to you”.

Y/N's heart raced as she locked eyes with James, her ex-boyfriend. Memories of their past relationship flooded her mind, bringing a mix of fear and unease. She knew what James was capable of and the reasons she had cut off all communication with him after they returned from Italy.

“James?” Y/N managed to say, her voice trembling with a mix of surprise and apprehension. She took a step back, creating some distance between them. “There's nothing to talk about. I don't know how you found me, but I need you to leave.”

James' expression turned desperate as he reached out, trying to grab Y/N's arm. “Please, just hear me out,” he pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation. “I've changed, Y/N. I want a chance to explain.”

Y/N's fear intensified as she pulled away from James, her voice firm and resolute. "No, James. I can't take that risk. I've moved on from our past, and I need you to respect that. Leave me alone."

Y/N's heart raced as James cornered her, his eyes filled with anger and determination. Fear gripped her as she realized she was trapped, unable to escape his grasp.

"You can't get away from me," James sneered, his voice laced with menace. "I won't let you go so easily."

Y/N's mind raced, searching for a way out of this dangerous situation. She mustered up all her courage and spoke firmly, her voice tinged with defiance. "You need to leave, James. I won't let you threaten me anymore. I'm not the person I was before, and I won't be controlled by you."

James' expression turned even more menacing as he tightened his grip on her arm. "You think you can just move on and forget about me? You're mine,"

Y/N felt her heart race as James’s anger boiled over, his grip on her arm tightening. Fear coursed through her veins, memories of their tumultuous past flashing before her eyes. She knew she had to be strong, for herself, for the baby growing inside of her and for the love that she has found for Harry again.

“James, let go” Y.N said firmly, her voice quivering but resolute. “This is not okay, and it’s not going to change anything”.

He sneered, his grip relenting slightly. “You think you can just move on and forget everything we had?”

“It’s not about forgetting,” she replied, her voice gaining strength. “It’s about moving forward and finding happiness.”

James’s face contorted with rage, fueled by Y/N’s rejection. Without restraint, he shoved her forcefully, causing her to collide with the unforgiving side of the building. Pain erupted through her head, an immediate, searing throb that made her stagger, her vision blurring.

Gasping, Y/N clutched the back of her head, warm stickiness coating her trembling feels. Fear surged within her, mixing with the agony pulsing in her skull. She could feel the world spinning around her, threatening to pull her into unconsciousness.

Harry’s driver was out of the car as soon as he noticed James's hands on her. Unfortunately, he hadn’t noticed James or Y/N coming down. He had been on his phone, entertained watching some videos online.

“Y/N!” Max’s voice broke through the haze of pain and dizziness, his alarmed face coming into view. James was kick on his feet as soon as he heard Max calling out to her.

Every fiber of her being screamed with torment, but she summoned the strength to focus on Max’s concerned eyes. He swiftly came to her aid, his steady presence grounding her in the chaotic moment.

“We need to get you help, now” Max urged, his voice urgent and soothing. He bent down and swift her off her feet. He could tell that she was able to make the steps to the car. Every step sent shockwaves of pain through her head, but she gritted her teeth, desperate to stay conscious, to stay strong.

The hospital walls became a blur as she was whisked into the emergency room. Medical professionals swarmed around her, attending to the injury that now pulsed with an instant beat. She fought to stay present, to endure the stitches and the probing questions. But it got the best of her, and she succumb to the darkness.

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scarletwinterxx · 8 months

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naps and baby kicks - dad mark lee scenario

i know i just wrote about dad mark lee but i saw the baby pictures and i just envisioned this moment. Just imagine this is what little Minjung looks like🥺 like look at him🥺🥺🥺🥺 if he's my kid, i wouldn't be able to say no to him too😭

timeskip to before Minjee was born, Minjung is 5 here (about to be 6) you can read the other parts here:

part1: day with dad mark lee

part2: another day with dad mark lee

part3: a day with the lee's

part4: (prologue) i don't know how to make eggs

part5: glitter pens and goodnight kisses with the Lee's

part6: first love and kisses

part7: naps and baby kicks

part8: then there was three

part9: just like you

if you have a request or scenario you want me to do, just send me a message I'll see what I can do😊💌

For my other works you can check them out here, and for my other story series’ you can check them out here.

All works are copyrighted ©scarletwinterxx 2023 . Do not repost, re-write without the permission of author.

(pics not mine, credits to rightful owner)

Mark is busy slicing the watermelon in the kitchen while you take a nap on the living room couch. Quietly humming some random song, he loves days like this. When he can stay at home and be with his family.

Especially now that another Little Lee is on the way.

You've reached that point in your pregnancy where you're constantly tired, you feel bad about not being as active to take care and play with your son, Minjung, but he really is the best boy. He's been very understanding, he always makes sure you're okay. Just like how his dada taught him.

"Mom, are you awake?" you hear a tiny voice whisper, you can't help but smile and open your eyes. You weren't really sleeping. Just resting your feet and back.

"Yes, love. What is it?" you ask him

"You need water, mama? snacks?" he asks you

Chuckling at your cute son, you shake your head. Instead you pat the vacant spot next to you, Minjung carefully lays next to you.

"I miss hanging out with you, sorry mommy can't run and play outside with you" you tell him

"It's okay, mommy. Daddy says it's because you're growing little sissy right now so we need to take care of you and her"

You smile upon hearing your son's words. Only 5 but already he's wise beyond his years. One thing doesn't change though is his cute face looking more and more like his father's everyday.

Speaking of, Mark walked back to the living room to see his two favorite people on the couch having a small talk. He can hear the conversation between you and Minjung, quietly listening behind.

"You'll tell mama if you need anything okay? Once baby sister is here, it might seem like we're taking care of her a lot but we love you just as much"

"It's okay, mommy. I love you too"

You can't help it, he's just too cute. You squish your little boy's cheeks, hugging him as close as you can. Savoring these last moments of Minjung being an only child.

With the next one on the way, you've been worried about Minjung and how he'll react once the baby is here. But you know your son, he's smart and always kind. The moment you told him he's about to have a sibling, he's been very excited.

"Got room for one more?" Mark decides to finally interrupt, wanting to be a part of this special moment.

"Of course, come here" you open your arm, hugging both of your boys.

"Oh did you feel that?" you ask, making the two boys move away from you

"What?! You okay?" Mark worriedly asks, immediately getting off the couch and crouching on the floor instead. Gently pulling Minjung with him.

"She kicked, here" you take Mark and Minjung's hand and put it where you felt the kick. A few seconds later you felt it again

"Oh, is that little sissy?" Minjung asks you with an excited look on his face

"Yea, she's excited to meet you too"

"Does it hurt, mommy? When she kicks?"

"Sometimes, only when she kicks me here by the ribs but it's okay. She doesn't mean it. She's just trying to move around and stretch a bit" you explain to the little boy, Mark listening to the two of you while his hand draws circles on your tummy. Waiting for his little girl to kick again.

It's the second time but moments like this still amazes him. He can still remember the first time he felt Minjung kick in your tummy like it was yesterday, now the three of you are here feeling the baby girl's kicks. He hasn't met her yet but the amount of love Mark has for his daughter is already beyond this universe.

You, Minjung and this little baby girl is his whole world.

A few weeks later, it's time for Minjung to meet his new little sister

"Okay when we get there, we need to use inside voice okay? We wash our hands first" Mark tells his son, looking down at him.

The two boys make their way to the hospital where you're currently resting. Mark holding Minjung's hand while he holds a bouquet of flowers in the other.

"Okay you knock" he tells him, Minjung knocking gently on the door

"Come in" you say from the other side of the door, Mark opening the door. Immediately you see your baby boy, it's only been two days but it felt like forever since you last saw him.

"Hi, baby. I missed you" you tell him, already feeling the tears build up. Mark chuckles at you, while you roll your eyes at him. Mark helps Minjung wash his hands before the little boy walks over to you.

"Hi mommy, we got you flowers" he says, showing you the flowers

"Thank you, baby. I love them. Can mama have a hug?" you wait for Mark to help Minjung up the bed

"Careful with mom okay, gentle" Mark reminds him, you just smile at the two. Immediately you hug your little boy, compared to little newborn currently in the crib Minjung seems so big.

The thought enough to put tears in your eyes

"I was gone for two days, and you're already a big brother. Mommy missed you so much, buddy" you tell him, peppering kisses all over his face making the boy laugh.

"I missed you too, mommy. Is baby sissy okay?"

"Yea, she's here. You want to meet her?" you ask him, the little boy nodding excitedly.

"Okay, why don't you sit here while I get her?" Mark helps Minjung down from the bed, pointing at the little couch. Mark gets baby girl from her crib before walking towards where Minjung was seating.

Meanwhile you get your phone out to capture the moment.

"Minjung, meet your little sister Minjee" Mark tells his little boy, showing him the little bundle of joy wrapped in the pink blanket. Minjung looked a bit unsure at first, looking at his dad first.

"You can hold her, here she loves holding your finger like this. Gently okay?" Mark lets Minjung hold out one finger so little Minjee can hold it. You wipe the few tears that escaped, smiling at your family

"Hello, Minjee. I'm Minjung, your brother" he says happily. shaking his finger like they're shaking hands for the first time. Mark smiles at his son, kissing the top of his head before looking at his daughter.

"You're going to be the best of friends, you have to teach her how to color and play the piano and how to ride a bike. It's going to be so much fun" Mark tells him, "Would that be okay?"

"Mhm, we can play. I'll share my toys with her" Minjung answers

"Thanks buddy, that's very nice of you" Mark tells him, putting Minjee on his right arm so he can hug Minjung with the other one.

"I love the both of you very very much, more than anything. We take care of her like we take care of mommy, okay?"

"Okay"

"That's my boy" Mark mumbles, hugging Minjung tighter. Looking over at you to see you wiping more tears away.

"Guys, I love this moment but you're making me cry so much" you joke, Mark laughs before gently standing up to walk over to you. He passes Minjee over to you before he kisses you on the head.

"Good job, mom of two"

"Oh shut up, you did this to me" you joke, "Hey, as long as you're willing to. I can do it all over again. I love our babies very much, I don't mind having a few more" he tells you, you know what he means by that. At the end of the day it's your body that goes through a lot.

But looking down at the bundle of joy in your arms and your little man, you know you'd do it over and over again.

"Can we do it until one looks like me?"

"Dude, what are you talking about? She kinda looks like you"

You shoot him a deadpanned look, it's too soon to tell but even know you can see your daughter takes after her dad much like her older brother. As for Minjung, well one look at him and you'd know he's Mark's son.

"Kinda? She looks just like Minjung when he was born. She'll probably look like you too. I don't hate it though, more mini Mark's" you smile at your husband

"Better luck next time, baby"

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rae-pottah · 7 months

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"You're good with kids"

C/n = code name

*Ghost's POV*

I hear crying to my left, pictures flash through my head, what if it's a trap, what if its a child dying, what if I can't save them? This job isn't worth it if I don't try. I turn the corner to see a child just standing there screaming... what do I- oh

"C/N!" the child turns to me and runs up to me, flinching, the child hugs my leg

"Yeah Ghos- oh...pfft"

"Don't laugh! Get this thing off me!" I whisper yell at them

"Alright- alright, hey sweet heart, whats your name" they ask the kid

"S-stevi" he says through broken sobs

"Well, hello Stevi, I'm c/n, and this is Ghost. How old are you Stevi?"

"f-f-four" he stutters out slowly reducing the crying

"Wow! You're a big boy! Do you want to come with us, we can keep you safe and take care of you, until we can get you to other people?" the kid nodded and slowly let go of my leg, holding on to Y/n as tight as possible as she ducked and I covered her back to the Truck, finally when we got there we seen the rest of the 141 done with the mission already, waiting on us.

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!" Price yells and sends the kid behind me again holding on to my leg, a loud

SMACK

and Price's head was turned to the left

"First of all, never yell at me, second of all, if you ever yell in front of this child again I'll have Ghost bury your body" Y/n says plainly

*Back at the base*Y/n's POV*

We had converted an interrogation room into a play room, and bedroom. As I looked in the window I could see the printed off coloring pages and colorful pens being used by both Stevi and Ghost, they sat together coloring on the table, Ghost had a picture of skeletons dancing and Stevi had a picture of a puppy. Ghost snapped his head up from the table looking straight at me and told Stevi he'll be back. He opened and closed the door slowly and quietly

"You're good with kids" I told him

"meh, you are, what you did in the field was impressive" he said shrugging off my words

"heh- thanks"

"I kinda want to keep him"

"me too, you think they'll let us adopt him and keep him here?"

"that's be dangerous"

"yeah, but we could always teach him, also I've been planning on asking about using some money I have saved to build a safe room, I could add a bedroom in there?"

"You really think that would work?"

"I don't know"

-----*3 years later(Y/n's POV)*-----

Stevi ran through the turned living room in the base

"Stevi slow down I don't want you falling!" I yelled from the kitchen

"Sorry Mom! AH! DAD PUT ME DOWN" I turned around to see Simon holding Stevi on his shoulder upside down

"Si, be careful!" I raised my voice

"We are, we are. mm today is Saturday, we're going to the graves today right?"

"Yes, we are." I let him know, a few minutes later we were walking down the hill inside the base fences, slowly we could see the two graves, on one: "To all the fallen innocent souls, Shall you rest in peace" on the other: "To my Mother, Father and Sister, Lealla, My memories are small and old, but never forgotten, With love, Your son, Steven"

"You okay baby?" I ask Stevi

"Yeah, thank you for always coming here with me" he says, just like every Saturday

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fanficsformyfaves · 8 months

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And I've Been Meaning To Tell You, I Think Your House Is Haunted

Billy Loomis x Fem!Reader

WARNING: ANGST, Emotionally and Physically Abusive Relationship with Father, Hurt to Comfort

PREFACE: After a fight with her dad, Reader runs back up to her room, when she hears someone at her window

A/N: Phone calls are Colored and in Bold!

Sidney and Billy aren't together and Billy and Stu are not a killers in this A/U!

"YOU'RE A SHIT DAD! YOU DRIVE MOM AWAY BY CHEATING ON HER AND NOW, YOU'RE TELLING ME YOU SOLD MY CAR?! FOR WHAT?! TO BUY MORE FUCKING BOOZE?!", I scream,

Shoving him backwards. Just then, my father slaps me across me the face, causing a gasp to escape me as a result. I hold the stinging hand mark on my cheek, as the ringing began to pick up in my ears.

"Bitch to someone that fucking cares", he spits,

Sitting back down and picking up another bottle.

"Kill yourself", I say under my breath,

Before storming back up to my room and slamming the door behind me.

My life was a living nightmare that I couldn't escape from. Ever since my mom left, everything went to shit. All my father ever did was turn to alcohol to fill that void and he used me as the punching bag to distract himself from his own misery.

I wanted to go with her, but she was already gone before I even knew what happened. The only reason I found out was by reading the note she left on the kitchen counter when I woke up that morning.

To say I was devastated would be an understatement.

As I sat on the foot of my bed, struggling to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill and remembering the pain I felt on the day day she left, I hear something rustle on the other side my window.

"What the fuck?", I mutter to myself,

Getting back up. I reluctantly make my way to the window and open it to look outside.

At first, I don't see anything, but then I feel a hand grab at my wrist, making me scream at the top of my lungs, as I pulled away.

"Hey...it's just me", Billy reassures,

"Billy? What the-"

"I'm sorry. Don't hate me", he interrupts,

While climbing through to the inside of my room.

"What are you doing here?", I question,

"I heard you screaming from down the street", he answers,

Dusting himself off.

Billy and I met during sophomore year and got together a few months later. Him and his friends were the only people I actually enjoyed hanging out with. My dad never cared about me, so it was nice to have people that did. Whenever another fight would happen, they'd always insist on me staying the night at one of theirs.

"It's fine", I sigh in defeat,

Sitting back down on my bed.

"Doesn't sound like it", he joins me,

Before taking my hand into his.

"Look, I ain't gonna make you tell me anything you don't want to...but I'm worried about you, kid", he caresses the back of my hand,

As I nervously chew at my bottom lip.

"You know I'm always here to listen"

"It just sucks, Billy. He fucked up things up with my mom and now he's fucking things up for me", I explained,

He shakes his head, tucking a rouge strand of hair behind my ear. It was just then he notices the hand mark on my cheek.

"What the fuck?", he exclaims,

"Billy-"

"Did he fucking hit you?", he cuts off,

"Yes, but, it doesn't matter-"

"Like hell, it doesn't!", he yells,

Getting off the bed and rushing towards my door, when I make a desperate attempt to stop him by wrapping my arms around his waist.

"Billy, please don't!", I shriek,

Not wanting to make things were.

"That son of a bitch can't just hurt you and get away with it!"

"Billy", I sob,

Unable to hold back the tears from spilling any longer. His body softens and he looks back at me from underneath his arm.

"It'll only make things worse, please", I pleaded,

Seeing how distraught I was, he takes a deep breath and turns to hold me tight in his arms.

"Okay, fine"

"He'll hurt you too. Just...please don't"

I would've never been able to forgive myself if something happened to Billy.

"Hey, look at me", he says,

Pulling away and holding my warm face in his hands.

"I'm not letting you stay here. My old man's out of town for the week, so you can stay at mine"

"I couldn't impose-"

"It's not imposing, if I ask"

"I'd make me feel a lot better to know you were fine and what better way to make sure of that, then to have you stay with me?"

"I don't know, Billy"

On one hand, my dad couldn't give less of a shit where I slept, but on the other, I hated feeling like a charity case.

"Look, we could invite the gang over and watch some scary movies. I know you're a sucker for those", he suggests,

Making me laugh to myself.

"We could even stop by the store and get you your favorite snacks, obviously, it's my treat", he added,

Taking my hands into his. I couldn't help but sigh contently at his sweet he was. Every time we were together, it felt like nothing else mattered, except us in that moment.

"So?"

I take a moment, before finally agreeing.

"That does sound nice"

"Yes! Alright, pack your shit and meet me outside. My car's parked down the street, so I need to get it", he exclaims excitedly,

Pressing his lips go mine, as I giggle at his eagerness.

"I'll call everyone and let them know we're meeting at yours"

"Sounds like a plan. See you in a minute", he says,

Hurrying out the window. I pick up the landline and dial up Tatum and Sidney first. A few rings go by and they both answer at the same time.

Sid: Hello?

Tate: Hey!

Me: Hey, so, impromptu movie sesh at Billy's. Are you girls' down?

Tate: Hell yeah!

Sid: I'd love to, but my dad would freak if I asked to go to Billy's house

Tate: Then, don't tell him? Just say you're staying at mine

Sid: I don't know-

Tate: We're going

Sid: Tate!

Tate: Oh, come on, Sidney, I'll pick you up!

Me: I really want you guys there. I'm inviting the guys too and I'd rather not drown in all that testosterone

Tate: Exactly! We can't just leave our girl to fend for herself!

Me: Pretty please with the juiciest cherries on top?!

Sid: *Sighs* Alright. I'm packing a bag

Tatum: Awesome! I'll be there in 10

Me: Kk, see you there! Just gotta call up Bert and Ernie

I joke, before hanging up and putting in their numbers in. As I waited, I began stuffing my backpack with pajamas, toiletries, my books for tomorrow and a change of clothes.

The moment I was done pulling up the zipper, Stu finally answered the call.

Stu: Hellooo

Me: Hey, Stu! Got a minute?

Stu: Oh, I've got all the time in the world for you, gorgeous

Me: *Scoffs*

Just then, Randy joins the call.

Randy: Hello?

Stu: Ugh, why'd you add rat-boy?

Randy: If I'm rat-boy, what the hell does that make you?

Stu: Incredibly sexy in comparison?

Randy: You know what-

Me: Jesus, could we please cut the biggest-dick-contest short?

Randy: He started it!

Stu: Oh, grow a pair!

Me: GUYS!

I scold, finally causing them to fall silent.

Me: I was just about to invite you for a movie night at Billy's, but if you two fucknuts can't get along-

Stu and Randy: No!

Stu: I mean...fine. We'll behave, Ms.(Y/L/N)

He promises in a sarcastic tone, making me roll my eyes.

Me: Just get to Billy's

I eventually hang up the phone, pick up my stuff and climbed out the window. Just as he promised, there Billy was, waiting for me in his car. I hop in and he turns up the music.

"You ready?"

I smile and kissed him once more.

"Hell yeah"

#billy loomis #scream #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis oneshot #billy loomis fanfic #billy loomis fluff #billy loomis angst #billy loomis smut #skeet ulrich

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callsign-bunnie · 1 year

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For angst night, you know what we discussed

This ask is so threatening but yes I do know what we discussed! This is for angst night!

Soap looked around, confused. He didn't understand what was going on. Where was he?

"You're going to be okay."

Soap winced and touched his head. "W-What?" He touched his chest, feeling an ache in it. Like he was severely bruised or something was sitting on it.

"The pain is a good sign. You're still attached to your body."

Soap finally became aware of a young man sitting beside him. He couldn't have been too much older than Gaz, who was only twenty six. Actually, he looked even younger than that. "Who... who are you?"

"You're going to live. As long as Ghost continues CPR you will live." The young man smiled, sitting beside Soap.

Soap was confused. Ghost would continue CPR? But... Ghost wasn't there. It was just Soap and... whoever this was. "I... What do you mean?"

"It's so disorienting... Being here." The young man frowned. "You're dying, Soap."

A loud explosion played in Soap's mind and he cringed, remembering gunshots and blasts and his own name being screamed. The pain in his chest deepened and he winced. "I'm dying..."

"Yes, Soap. I'm sorry."

Soap laid his head back, now exhausted. "Ghost will give up."

"No he won't, Johnny. Trust me, he won't. He'll drag your broken body from hell if he has to."

Soap looked at the young man. Blonde, tall, blue eyed. Pleasant to look at. "Who are you?"

"I can't say." The young man shook his head. "You have to hold on, Soap."

Soap snorted and his head fell back again. "He won't save me. He doesn't even want me around. Just this morning he was telling me I'm too impulsive. Grow up." He shook his head before rubbing at his chest. The pain was annoying.

"He doesn't know how to communicate." The young man winced. "He needs to learn."

Soap couldn't help but snort in agreement. "Do you know him? Or... did know him?"

"In a way."

Soap shook his head. "I don't want to hold on. I'm exhausted. I want to be done. I've been so exhausted for 24 years."

"Please, Johnny. Please hold on. I need you to go back."

"I can't. I want to be done." Soap could have almost cried from how tired he was. Like a little kid again.

"Please, you don't understand. It'll kill him."

"He won't even notice." Soap looked at the young man. "What did you die of?"

"Bullet wound. Execution style to the back of the head. So did my wife and son." The young man looked at Soap, staring at him oddly. "Do you love him?"

Soap looked away. "I do. I want him to love me. But... there's no room for love, here, supposedly. It was a kind way of turning me down."

"He's such an idiot, sometimes." The young man was smiling. "Beth would have loved you."

Soap frowned. "Beth?"

"My wife. You two are fairly similar. She had this way of just... lighting up a room and all she did was smile." The young man sounded so wistful and Soap smiled. It must have been so nice to be talked about like that. Alejandro spoke like that about Rudy all of the time.

Every visit, every phone call, they all got treated to a speech about how much he adores Rodolfo, how he would die without him.

Soap wanted that, so bad. He wanted to be loved like someone's oxygen. But, he only ever felt like baggage. "You sound like you love her a lot."

"Oh, I do. Her and my son. They were half of the reason I turned my life around."

"What's the other?" Soap frowned.

"Ghost. He sort of slapped me and told me to drag myself together. So I did. Piece by piece. Then, I met Beth and she glued the pieces together. You do that for Ghost."

Soap shook his head. "Ghost hates me."

"He's still doing CPR."

Soap cried out at a snapping feeling in his chest, pain flooding his entire body.

"He just broke your rib plate." The young man frowned.

Soap panted from the pain, grasping at his shirt. He became aware of burning on his skin and he cried out. This was horrible.

But, the young man seemed relieved. "You're going to live, Johnny."

"This doesn't fucking feel like I'm going to live!" Soap grit out. He took deep breaths to try to ignore the pain.

"Soap, Soap listen to me. I need you to tell him something." Soap frowned, unable to hear him.

"What?" Soap frowned. "I can't- I can't understand you."

"You'll remember. Our mom would have adored you. Please remember that. Please hold onto that, Soap. Our mom would have adored you. She would have approved."

Soap relaxed, unable to help it from that. The pain intensified and he gasped for air, shrinking back at intense light hitting his face.

Ghost wanted to scream. He pushed harder at Soap's chest. "Wake up, Johnny. Please wake up for me. Please." He was begging. He knew he sounded pathetic, he could see the looks from Gaz and Price out of the corner of his eye, but he didn't care.

He'd scream and sob if he could. If it would get Soap to open his fucking eyes.

He'd already broken Soap's rib plate, but he kept going. He needed Soap to wake up. He needed him to live. "God, Johnny, just listen to me for once and open your fucking eyes!"

Ghost leaned down, listening for breathing, but there was still nothing. He growled in frustration and desperation kept doing chest compressions.

Finally, finally, Soap gasped in air and his eyes flew open. Ghost didn't even hesitate. He didn't care that people could see him. He didn't care that Price and Gaz would give him knowing looks later. He hugged Soap because Soap was alive and Ghost had been so very terrified of him dying.

Soap coughed and gasped, clearly struggling to be alive. Ghost let him go, carefully. "You scared the shit out of me!" He growled.

Soap closed his eyes, panting. "You... You broke my ribs..."

"To save your life! Don't fucking do that, ever again!"

Soap opened his eyes and he looked up at Ghost, almost smiling. "You saved my life."

"Of course I did, what the fuck?" Ghost frowned.

"You wanted me alive. So you do like me."

Ghost was going to smack Soap. This was so low on the list of things that are important it wasn't even funny. "God, yes. I do fucking like you. I like you a lot. I fucking like when you're alive, though."

Soap just continued to smile at Ghost.

Ghost turned to Price. "He's going to need medical attention."

Price immediately nodded, turning to speak into his radio. Ghost stopped when he felt a hand touch his face through his mask and turned to look at Soap.

Soap was staring at him, oddly. He was sort of frowning, like he was trying to put together a complicated gun. He was quiet for a moment before relaxing back.

Ghost stared back at him. "What?"

"I had a conversation with someone." Soap closed his eyes. "They told me I needed to tell you something, and I just remembered what it was."

Ghost frowned deeply. Soap had to be delirious from the several minutes he'd spent without oxygen flow. "What?"

Soap opened his eyes again and looked at Ghost, smiling.

"Tommy loves you and you need to stop blaming yourself."

#bunnie's angst night #purple #Johnny Soap Mactavish #Simon Ghost Riley #Soap Cod #Ghost COD #Soapghost #Ghostsoap #Soap x Ghost #Ghost x Soap #Macriley #Call of Duty #Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 2

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kookie-doughs · 5 months

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Daddy Cupid: The Fake Boyfriend

Modern!Smoker X Reader

-When your father grows weary of your single life, he takes it upon himself to play matchmaker. With him knowing the entire city, he embarks on a mission to find you the perfect match.

Chapter 1: Please please pleaseeeeee

"So you ruined your date?"

"He didn't show up! This isn't fair! It's not my fault he stood me up. I'm not going on another date," you retorted with a glare.

Your dad, instead of showing his usual worry, wore a sly smirk. "Don't worry, you won't have to go on any more dates."

You frowned, "Really? That fast?"

He smiled mischievously, "I mean you're going to get engaged. You don't have to go through those dates anymore, right?"

You blinked, taken aback, "Wait what who huh????"

"Engaged. You're going to get engaged to someone I chose for you. I was approached by a friend, Linlin. She said she wanted to marry off her son."

Your dad's words left you stunned, and your mind raced with a million questions about what he had in mind.

You shook your head vehemently, still processing the information. "I'm not getting engaged to a complete stranger. This is ridiculous."

Your dad remained unfazed, "Well, you will be if you stay single. Linlin got a lot of proposal offers, and I've already submitted your name. She's going through the list, and you'll have to respond in a week or two."

Your frustration was apparent as you retorted, "I'm not even a prime candidate? No, thank you, I'm not going to get engaged like this."

With a knowing look, your father suggested, "Maybe if you go on some dates, you'll find somebody before Big Mom announces you as her next daughter-in-law."

You could hardly contain your anger, "You are a despicable old man."

He chuckled, "Well, it better be a great man then!"

You felt utterly defeated after your conversation with your father, and the thought of returning home was too daunting. You decided to contact Buggy, asking him to meet you at Smoker's place instead.

Fortunately, Buggy was nearby and arrived at Smoker's apartment before you did. You both let yourselves in, even though Smoker was not at home at the moment. The familiar surroundings of his place offered some solace. You immediately began sharing the events of earlier to him.

Buggy was clearly shocked by your revelation. "No fucking way," he gasped in response.

You respond, exclaiming, "Yes fucking way. I'm going to... AHHHHHHH! WHAT AM I GONNA DO, BUG?! I DON'T WANNA GET ENGAGED! ESPECIALLY NOT TO A CHARLOTTE, HOLY SHIT!"

You paced around Smoker's living room, anxiety coursing through you.

Buggy brainstormed possible solutions. "Is there like a way to change this? Maybe tell Big Mom you don't wanna get married?"

"We both know Linlin doesn't care about us. And Dad said if I meet someone, he'll cancel the engagement..."

"So, you have to date someone?"

"Yeah, in a week! I'm not gonna find a guy I can date in a week, Bug, I'm over! I'm gonna be a wife! I'm gonna be Charlotte Y/N!!" You could feel the panic in your voice as the reality of your situation sunk in.

Buggy then smirks and interrupts you, saying, "You don't have to date date someone."

You were taken aback. "What? Yes, I do, Dad would—"

"No, listen to me," Buggy said, trying to explain his plan. "You can fake date."

"Fake date? Buggy, if you're gonna try fooling my dad—"

"DO YOU WANT HELP OR NOT?????"

"FINE WHAT IS IT"

"OKAY! So you can fake date. Find someone who'll pretend to be your boyfriend."

"My dad isn't dumb. He's going to know... especially if it only took me a week to find a boyfriend. Crocodile and I took 5 months before we put labels," you grumble.

"What about me? I'll pretend. We've known each other for a while, Rayleigh would let it slide."

"No, you suck at acting. You can't tell a lie for shit, Buggy. You'll end up pissing yourself in front of my dad," you grumble.

"What about Shanks?"

"He's a whore. He wouldn't be allowed to date anyone for a while, I can't do that to him."

Buggy leaned back in his chair, looking thoughtful. "Alright. So, no to me and Shanks, but we need to find someone who can convince your dad without raising suspicion. A good actor."

You both pondered for a moment. Your mind raced through the list of potential candidates.

As Smoker entered the room, your very serious discussion came to an abrupt halt. You and Buggy exchanged knowing smirks, and he gave a subtle nod.

"What the hell are you both doing here?"

You sauntered over to Smoker with a teasing smile and casually rested your arm on his shoulder, batting your eyelashes at him.

"Smokey, would you like to be my boyfriend?"

His response was short and simple. "No."

Undeterred by Smoker's initial refusal, you continued with your playful insistence, pouting and using your best puppy-dog eyes.

"Smookeyyyy, pleeeease! Pretty please with a cherry on top!"

You clung to his arm, swaying gently and wearing a playful smile.

"Why would I date you?" Smoker questioned.

"Because you love me, and I'm pretty?" You responded with a hint of mischief in your voice, flashing him your softest smile.

He grumbled, pushing you away as he crashed on the couch next to Buggy.

"Tell me what's happening," he sighed.

You and Buggy began retelling the events, explaining the impending arranged marriage and the need for a fake boyfriend to ward it off. Smoker listened, his usual gruff expression softening as he comprehended the situation.

"You're worried about Shanks' love life but not mine?"

"Well, you don't have one. So, pretty pleaseeee, just a few months." You grinned.

"Wait, how long is a few months?"

"About 5 to 6 months!"

"Isn't that like half a year?" Buggy blinked. "Why do you need it that long?"

"We can shorten it if needed, but that's the maximum duration we'll pretend to date. It depends on how long it takes to deceive my dad..."

Smoker raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "And what's in it for me?"

You grinned mischievously. "I'll owe you one, Smokey. Whatever you want, within reason, once this is all over."

Buggy chimed in. "And I'll make sure you don't have to pay for any alcohol during the entire time you're 'dating' my dear friend here."

Smoker sighed, rubbing his temples. "You're both a pain in the ass. Fine, but the moment this is over, I don't want to hear a word about this ever again."

You cheered and hugged Smoker, who grunted in response. It seemed like your plan was coming together, though you couldn't help but wonder how well it would work out.

"I'll be in your care, darling~" You cooed.

"I'm already about to break up with you." He hissed.

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on-leatheredwings · 12 days

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i've found your account only a few days ago but ever since then I've been STUCK here rereading your fanfics, especially ones with damian. i wasn't even a dc fan (heard about some stuf, watched some films and cartoons, but that's it) but now im reading comics since im Obsessed and need more batboys in my life (rip my productivity😔)

Anyway, after Sleepover i'm curious what will Bruce (and maybe even Thalia) think of batboys strange behaviour towards reader. He's smart, so he definitely notices it early on, but how he'll react....

I can see him being weirded out (like he was by Jason's anger issues, before his death), but he also can be an enabler, since Robin (literaly any of them) had a hard life, so if those relationships can help him why not pretend that everything is normal? you'll be safer in a Wayne's Manor anyway

All in all, thanks for a new hyperfixation 💞💞

P.s. About games:

1. Boyfriend to death 1&2 - since you're into yanderes you might want to check this game out. I prefer the second game, but the first is also fun. But beware the trigger warnings!!

2. Long live the Queen - more of a raising sim than dating sim but you still can romance some guys and girls.

,3. Hatoful Boyfriend - mostly a comedy, but there is a yandere.

4. The Royal Trap - it's been a long time since i played it, but it used to be one of my favorites so i'll just mention it.

5. Higurashi - once again not really a romance sim, but its an interesting horror mixed with a slice of life

;A; AWWWW THANK YOU IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKE MY STUFF.... THAT MAKES ONE OF US GIJSDOFAFGHFOJDSD

and yes yes get into DC!!! (girl who hasnt even read a full run since like. injustice)

damn now you got me thinking and excited. incoming spiel

i agree entirely about bruce just knowing how Bad things can get, so to make things simpler, he's like "yes, your darling(s) can stay in the manor, boys. 🙄"

mmm yes..... when it comes to bruce noticing the batboys are yandere, i think it's always sinfully delightful to just have him be reluctantly okay with it. 😈 it's also easier narratively ngl but i also like the idea that the batfam is all just corrupted.

bruce's thoughts are that they (his sons) fight for vengeance and justice but this is where they could use some leeway.... we all need our vice... they fight so hard for gotham, they deserve a little treat (getting rid of your human rights)... it's very "Dad who wants his sons to have happiness even if its not healthy" of him. in fics where bruce is a yandere, well, he's the exact same way so he can't judge. although if that's the case, i like the idea of bruce just being like "yes what we do isn't right. let's not talk about it. just don't kill <3"

still wondering what i like more. a yan!bruce who's self aware what he's doing is wrong but he just refuses to think about it. or a yan!bruce that justifies it all because of his paranoia, Tower of Babel style (if you don't know, that's when it's revealed batman has plans to subdue/kill the justice league just in case they go rogue.)

for the batboys depends on their personality... for damian, he's so resolute in things that i prefer when he just believes 100% what he's doing is okay, if not actually righteous. ^_^

hmmm talia.... I'M STILL UNSURE HOW I PREFER THAT AS WELL... i think talia being a you-arent-good-enough-for-my-son mom is a little cliche but also. she kinda would say that. you'd have to prove your worth somehow but idk how tf darling would do that LOL. in the end, i think talia is just relieved/comforted that her son indeed feels desire and wants love and will continue the family legacy (regardless if youre afab/can biologically have children.)

no THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!!! AND THANKS FOR RECS!!!! heheh yeah ive checked out btd and im not averse to the warnings its more like im not that most of into the designs ngl. fox guy seems cute? AND LMAO FUNNY BC IM ON A HIGURASHI REWATCH (never played it tho)

#yandere batfam #ask

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blacklegsanjiii · 8 days

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The naming situation is is so very sweet, mij wake really really loves his soulmate... Whatever kind of soulmate au is it btw :0 like first words, red strings of fait??

Also im thinking of sanji having a wanted poster since like 1 years old and being known as mihawks kid (the bounty stopped updating around 9 when sanji started interning at baratie) so sanji, when meeting roronoa 'i will defeat mihawk and become nr1 swordman' zoro and zoro also saying that mihawks kid is a good way to getting to nr1... Zoro ofcourse doesnt fk recognize sanji as said kid and sanji just finds it very amusing

It's marks that fill in with color when you touch your soulmate and then greys out when you die! Cuz I'm cruel and unrelenting!

Also yeah, imagine the fucking Marine Hunter Dracule Mihawk rolls up with a fucking baby in a baby wrap on his chest and he's like 'die quickly and quietly so he doesn't wake up' as one of the last things you see before dying? Also baby Oisín having a bounty and Mihawk collects them because they're the only photos of them together. It's probably higher than Robin's when they stop updating it.

Oisín who doesn't use swords as his main fighting ability but is very skilled with them and when Luffy and them show up to Baratie, the twirly browed blond just smiles at them. Luffy wants the guy as his cook and he's just laughing and saying he'll see. Then his dad shows up and lets the green haired guy live and the orange haired girl is gone and now he's on the crew.

Zoro probably doesn't even find out until he's on Kuraigana and he's wandering with Perona when they find Mihawk and ask about his soul mark on his chest, grey and dulled but beautiful. The mocking bird flying into grey emblazoned on his chest. He answers she was his son's mother and the love of his life but not his wife unfortunately. When Zoro asks where his kid is Mihawk blinks at him and says 'Oisín is on your crew.' because he can't escape that poster. Whoever takes the photos, Morgans I think?, has just failed in every universe. Zoro and Perona are blinking at him before launching into a fucking tirade on the father.

Finally Perona asks when he lost his soulmate and Mihawk answers that she died three weeks after he was born and that extenuating circumstances meant he and Oisín were on Kuraigana when she passed. That shuts them up as they do the mental math and Mihawk is watching them carefully as Perona bows and apologizes.

"Yes, I promised my dying soulmate to take her one week old the day I turned twenty four. It was a difficult time in my life. Found I became very attractive to a lot of people with those bounty posters." Mihawk says as he goes back to a book he was reading when they bothered him.

"Uhh...are you okay? Do you wanna talk about it?" Zoro tries awkwardly.

"No, it's alright. You don't want to have that conversation and Shanks and I drank enough liqueur in her honor I think she's horrified in the afterlife." Mihawk replies evenly.

"Can we see the bounties?" Perona asks so Mihawk shows them and tells them the stories behind them.

#perona #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #zoro roronoa #hawkeye mihawk #dracule mihawk #soulmate au #oisín!sanji #answers

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innocent-cat · 1 year

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hey whore, help fix my daddy issues by writing me headcannons of fatherly soldier 76 as readers(m) dad. (pls) i jst need smth sweet.

xx not kaikai

i have had no sleep. its 5am. i've written 2 works, and about to be 3 with this within the span of 17 hours. lord give me strength to make another work so i dont ruin my sleep schedule.

Father!Soldier 76 x Son!reader (Platonic)

Head canons

Warnings - None

"My dad could beat your dad in a fight.", Father!76 x Son!reader

.·:*¨༺༻¨*:·..·:*¨༺༻¨*:·..·:*¨༺༻

with lack of a better idea of how to explain reader, he was saved by overwatch and taken in when they realized he was orphaned.

OBVIOUSLY THEY NEED SOMEONE TO WATCH YOUU

To say jack thought you were annoying at first is an understatement.

"Why do I have to watch the kid? What the fuck do you mean I give you 'Dad' energy??"

Confused and annoyed

Being the scared and timid kid you were, you kinda just.. followed him around.

You'd follow him EVERYWHERE except missions. he had someone babysit you when he had to leave. (Anyone except the junkers. good on him)

Whenever someone turned a corner and spotted him, they always looked down and saw you, some fragile little boy, clinging to his leg.

Everyone thought it was hilarious and bugged him about it.

"Hello there mini 76, how are you today?"

You'd literally just look up at them while they bent down to your level to talk to you.

Awkwardly shuffling into Jack.

EVERYONE noticed how much less he swore after he started having to take care of you.

Jack has never once swore in front of you, but, he'll have slip ups and correct himself.

"What the hel-heck. heck. are you doing?"

Even funnier than how much you clung to him.

He used to get a funny face at first when he corrected himself, but now he just points towards you and everyone's just like "ohhh okay"

When he does paper work in his office, he sits you in a chair across his desk and you just. spin in it. for hours. or run around with his pens. He thinks you're really weird.

its okay though, hes accepted you as his own atp

doesn't mean he's not strict though.

hes lenient with you, but, you still complain about it to him

Walking around headquarters to catch up with everyone, he'll just ruffle your hair to show he still knows you're there

He feels super bad when he doesnt talk to you for an extended period of time

like. straight up feels like a bad person and like he was ignoring you, when in fact, he was in a meeting while you were being babysat by Ana or smth.

literally auntie Ana. babysits you all the time. Absolutely adores you.

"You're gonna grow up just as big and strong as your dad!"

She says this forgetting hes not actually your dad, but just kinda keeps it rolling hoping you let it slide

spoiler alert, you appreciate her saying that and youre happy for at LEAST two days about it

Jack was shocked when he got back from his meeting to you rambling about 'training' and 'being just like him'

Ana just smiled and left. out of there before the idea was tracked back to her

He just kind of. pats your head and says he will when you're old enough.

he knows damn well he doesnt want you to be a soldier

wouldnt be able to live with himself knowing you died on some battlefield because HE had trained you to

referencing the title, you are one HUNDRED percent the only kid who can actually say "My dad could beat your dad in a fight." and not get retorted because he obviously could and no kid was walking that down that road

he obviously would die for you before any danger even comes near you. but. yk.. he'll stay near you for as long as possible.

you sticking to him like glue literally made you the baby brother of all of overwatch after a while

"Oh my gosh there you are! I saw these, did you want them?"

A box of fucking dinosaurs.

you of course said yes.

babying and gift giving never stopped since

(but jack still got you new things whenever he thought you'd like them)

#soldier76 x reader #platonic #kid reader #child reader #father son #father son relationship #soldier76 father #comfort #headcanons #overwatch #overwatch2 #ow #ow2 #send help i cant sleep

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valentina-arrington · 4 months

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Should she really be doing this? Wasn't it so selfish of her?

It was the evening of the 30th of the December and Valentina was in her kitchen, lost in thought.

Since having moved back to her mother's hometown in Marbella earlier in the year, Valentina had been spending a lot of quality time with her family to make up for a decade's worth of lost time. That night, it was her turn to host the family dinner, a treat she always looked forward to. But unlike all the other times she's cooked for her family, Valentina's heart had not been in it — or much of anything else — as of late. Though grateful for their time together, recent events have made it that much harder to hide her less-than-spirited mood.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

Valentina blinked as her mother's voice brought her back to reality.

"Hmm?"

The older Valentina — to whom she was named after — smiled knowingly, gesturing for her daughter to scoot over so she could take over washing the dishes.

"You've been buried deep in your thoughts lately, my darling," she observed, pulling the yellow rubber gloves over her own two hands. "Everything okay?"

Of course, Valentina wanted to say. But not once has she ever lied to her mother, and starting now would be moot — she'd know immediately. Mothers always know.

"Not really," Valentina admitted as she helped her mother with drying the newly washed dishes, and putting them away.

"A boy?"

Valentina glanced sideways at her mother, in awe. Then, returning her focus back on the task at hand, it took her a couple of minutes to finally nod her head yes.

"The same one who came to visit you a couple of months ago?" Valentina nodded a second time. "You were so happy when he was here," her mother remembered. "Why the sudden change?"

"It's... complicated," she mumbled, unable to look her mother in the eye. An understatement if there ever was one.

"The best things in life usually are. But they don't always have to be." That piqued Valentina's curiosity. "Life is difficult as is, my darling girl, so if there is anything you can do to help the situation in some way or another, don't let anyone or anything hold you back."

Glancing sideways at her mother, it was all she could do not to break down in tears. Oh, how she wished she could just tell her everything, like she's always done in the past. Even when she lived in Mallorca. But she saw no point to it now when everything felt impossible.

Finishing the dishes, the older Valentina wiped her hands clean before placing a doting hand on her daughter's face. Looking her in the eye, she spoke as gently as gentle mothers do.

"It's almost the end of the year, my darling. And it's high time you do something for yourself for once."

"But—..."

Her mother followed her gaze.

There, in the dimly lit living room was her son Diego, slowly nodding off against her brother Oliver's arm. With a quiet movie playing, Oliver seemed to be the only one watching as his wife, Alice, was curled up on his other side, fast asleep.

"He'll be fine, I promise," her mother reassured her. "We'll take good care of him until you come back."

***

An hour and a few goodbyes later, Valentina found herself in line for the ticket counter at the Malaga Airport. Wrecked with nerves, it was her mother's words that echoed in her ear as she waited for her turn. The closer she got to the front of the queue, the louder her heart hammered against her chest.

"Diego will be just fine, Valé," Oliver had reiterated their mother's words as he drove his little sister to the airport. "Being a good mother means you get to be happy, too, you know?"

Valentina hadn't even said anything, how did he know her son's well-being was the root cause of her guilt? Probably the same way their mother knew that something had been bothering her as of late.

"Next please!"

Valentina had to be called twice before snapping out of her thoughts. Heading straight for the next available counter, she greeted the airport staff before quickly apologising for making her wait.

"It's fine, Miss," the lady replied with a gracious smile. "How may I help you?"

This is it. No turning back.

With one deep breath, Valentina reached for her purse. Handing over her credit card and passport, she finally bought the one ticket she'd been so terrified to get. But she figured, despite the uncertainty of the future, she knew she had to see him at least one last time.

Even if it was to say goodbye.

* All conversations are in Spanish.

#[ valé arrington || narrative 01 ]

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 1 year

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A Boy Named Egg

Steve doesn't have a babysitting business. He's just known around town as the babysitter, but he's mostly just looked after the members of the party. Occasionally, he'll actually babysit for other people when he needs the money. Never on short notice, though. He's just made breakfast for all the kids when Steve turned and noticed an extra person at the table.

"Eddie, Chrissy, who is that?" Steve asked.

Eddie and Chrissy were at the table, doing the crossword when they looked up. Eddie's hair was in a messy bun, and his reading glasses perched on his face. They looked to see a kid sitting at the table, a pile of eggs on his plate. He looked to be about 3 or 4 years old with big eyes and a cute little bowl cut. He wore a yellow turtle neck long sleeved shirt.

"I don't know, huh," Eddie said, leaning towards the boy. "What's your name, son?"

He looked down and mumbled inaudibly. Chrissy moved out of her chair and knelt beside the boy.

"It's okay, sweetie, we won't hurt you. You're not in trouble," Chrissy said. "We just need to know your name."

"Boy," he said, and Chrissy chuckled.

"That's what you are, not your name," she replied.

The boy stuffed his hands into his pocket and pulled out a folded note. He handed it to her.

"Ooh, a note," Eddie said.

"Dear Mr. Harrington," Chrissy read.

"I think that's you, Steve," Dustin said, and Steve threw a hand towel at him.

"Dear Mr. Harrington. I'm sorry to have to do this especially with no notice but I have to leave town and I need you to look after the boy for a while. I'm sorry," Chrissy read.

"Boy," the child said, pointing at his chest and shoveling a spoonful eggs into his mouth, grinning.

"He thinks that's his name," Chrissy said with a frown.

"Apparently, he really likes eggs. I shall name you Egg. From here on out, you are Egg," Eddie said, and the boy laughed.

"Egg," the boy said, pointing at his chest.

"Eddie, no! You can't name him! We can't keep him!" Steve exclaimed.

"That woman didn't say how long you have to look after him. She could be gone forever," Eddie said.

"I'm sure that's not true," Steve said, kneeling next to his chair and scowling at Eddie. "I'm sure your mother will be back."

"She's mean," the boy frowned and then smiled at Steve, grabbed at Steve's shirt. "Yellow."

"Yeah, we're both wearing yellow. Is that your favorite color?" Steve asked.

"Yes!"

"You wanna know a secret?" He asked, and the boy nodded. "It's mine too."

The boy smiled and wrapped his arms around Steve's neck, planting a big wet kiss on Steve’s cheek. Steve turned to his boyfriend and girlfriend only to find them leaning against each other, clutching their chests. Their eyes were big, their smiles wide. Everyone else was watching them. Even Lucas and Mike had stopped arguing over the last piece of bacon.

"Mama!" The boy exclaimed.

"Aww!" The kids exclaimed. "Mama!"

Eddie and Chrissy giggled. Steve scowled at them, and if he wasn't holding a three year old child, he would have flippped them off.

"We can't keep him," Steve said. "In the meantime, we'll look after him until his mom gets back."

"Egg wants more eggs," the boy stated.

"That's, uh, that's not your name, kid," Steve said.

"Boy?" He asked.

"Okay, well, if it's between Boy and Egg, Egg wins," he said with a sigh and set him back into his chair, giving him more eggs. Eddie cheered and gave Egg a high five.

Days went by, and still no sign of Egg's mother. Steve knew that if she wanted to that she would have come back for him by now, but he wanted to hold out hope for the kid. Egg had Eddie wrapped completely around his finger. There were many times that Steve would enter the living room early in the morning only to find Egg sitting in Eddie's lap, a blanket wrapped around both of them as they watched Scooby-Doo. Sometimes Chrissy would join them, and Steve would cave, joining in as well. It felt like they were a family. Steve tried not to think that way. Just in case. . .no, it would hurt too much. After a month, Steve had no choice but to reach out to Hop. Eddie and Chrissy had been furious.

"He's our kid, Steve!" Eddie snapped at him.

"He really does feel like our kid," Chrissy said with tears in her eyes.

"What if something happened to her when she tried to come back to him? What if she did try to come back to him?" Steve asked.

"She didn't care enough to even give him a damn name!" Eddie snapped.

"Okay, if she really doesn't want him, don't you guys want to do this the right way?" Steve asked. "We have to do this anyway if we want to make him ours."

"I hate when you make sense," Chrissy pouted.

"What if she takes him away?" Eddie asked, tears filling his eyes. "He's so funny, Steve. So smart and kind. He gives me rocks, Steve, for me and other shiny objects. He's like a little raven."

"And he loves doing my makeup. It's not very good but he puts in his best effort and he loves seeing me wear his handiwork all day. He looks so proud," Chrissy said, and Steve sniffled.

"If that happens, if she does take him, then we'll deal with that together," Steve said. "I just couldn't keep lying to Hop. He's family."

"I know," Eddie said with a sigh.

Eventually, Hop had tracked down the woman who had dropped him off. She hadn't been his mother but a friend of his mother's who died in childbirth. Apparently, there had been no one else to look after him, but the friend hadn't really wanted to be a mother, so she dropped him off with the Babysitter, inadvertently leaving him with his half brother. Yeah, as it turns out, Egg's father was also Steve's. It made it easy for Steve and Chrissy to adopt him. Eddie insisted on them being the ones on the certificate since they can't have three people on there. They were also changing his name from Boy Smith to . . .well, something else.

"Eddie, we know you can't really be on the certificate, but we found a way for you to be sort of on there. We talked and decided that Edgar would be a good name to put the certificate. Also, Egg would be a good nickname for Edgar," Steve rambled.

"Also, we wanted you to come up with the middle name," Chrissy said.

Eddie sobbed into his hands and kissed them both before filling in the certificate. When it was official, they threw a huge party to announce the adoption of Egg. Wayne was holding onto Edgar when Steve, Chrissy, and Eddie gathered them into the living.

"Egg is now our son! Officially!" Steve exclaimed.

"Oh. Is that what this is about? We thought that already happened," Mike said, rolling his eyes.

"Must you be a stereotypical teenager and put a damper on everything?" Eddie sighed.

Joyce smacked Mike on the back of the head as she walked forward to be the first to congratulate them. Soon, everyone was smacking Mike on the back of the head as they congratulated them.

"Do you guys want to know his full name?" Steve asked, and they nodded. "Go ahead, baby."

"Introducing to the world. . .Edgar Wayne Harrington!" Eddie exclaimed.

"I am Egg!" The boy exclaimed.

"Yes, sweetie, everyone knows your nickname," Eddie said.

"Wayne?" His uncle asked, tearfully.

"Yeah, you think we wouldn't name our son after you?" He scoffed. "Steve and Chrissy love you just as much as I do."

"It's true," Steve said.

"We really do," Chrissy said.

Wayne pulled them into a group hug, causing Egg to giggle and then squirm.

"Don't squish Egg!" The boy exclaimed, squirming out of Wayne's arms.

Egg ran into the arms of his Aunt Robin, who twirled him around and kissed his cheeks repeatedly until he begged to get down. He went from person to person.

"You know why we wanted him so much, don't you?" Chrissy asked Steve, resting her cheek against against his arm.

"No?"

"Silly man," Eddie said, leaning against him. "It's because he reminded us of you. A little boy wanting so desperately to be loved."

"We were lost the moment we looked into his eyes. You and him have the same eyes," Chrissy said. "Just a lost boy looking for a home."

"He's found one," Steve said with a tearful smile.

"No! Egg, No!" Eddie exclaimed, clapping his hands. "Spit that out! That's not food! Egg! No! Bad Egg!"

Egg looked at him with wide eyes and promptly spat Mike's hair out of his mouth.

"Sorry, Daddy, won't do it again."

He did, in fact, do it again.

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imekitty · 6 months

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Jekyll & Phantom!!! (& also Phantomlust)

Oh--oh, someone actually sent an ask, I really didn't think anyone would lol. What were the rules again...

A snippet or something about it, all right!

Jekyll & Phantom

Basically Danny in his senior year is forced to play the lead role in the Casper High production of Jekyll & Hyde because he is failing English and Lancer agrees to give him extra credit to play the part so he can graduate on time. It's set after Phantom Planet so the catch is that he plays Jekyll in his human form and must transform into Phantom for Hyde. The news spreads through Amity Park and the school board is extremely excited about the money they are going to make off the ticket sales for this show. Danny is very opposed to the idea because he does not like the implication that Phantom is his evil half, but he feels cornered because he does not want the whole town to think Danny Phantom is a loser that can't even get a high school diploma.

Phantomlust

This title is a little bit of a joke, I actually don't really know what to call this fic yet lol. I originally called it Art of Seduction after the book I was referencing for it.

Basically, Maddie hires Valerie to seduce Danny Phantom so he'll be easier to take down and capture. But Valerie sucks at seduction and flirting so Maddie, an expert seductress herself, tutors her in the art of seduction. And she expressly directs Valerie to practice on her own son because Maddie is the absolute worst parent ever in all of my fics.

Here's a snippet:

“I’ll see you Wednesday, then,” said Maddie as she started leading the way out of the observatory. She stopped right at the door and turned around. “You know, if Danny’s out in the living room, you could go ahead and try being a coquette with him.”

“Wha—” Valerie balked. “What do you mean? Like try a seduction technique on your son? Here in your own house?”

“Well, why not? You’re going to need to practice.”

Valerie opened her mouth, closed it, then opened it again. “You don’t think that’d be weird?”

“Not at all,” said Maddie. “Plus it’ll allow me to gauge how well you’re absorbing the lessons. Much more convenient for me than if you practiced on some boy I don’t know.”

Valerie looked down at her shoes and rubbed her fingertips. “Well, what… What do I do exactly?”

“Just keep it simple since you’re just starting out,” said Maddie. “You were warm and inviting when you first showed up at the door and he greeted you, right?”

“Yes, of course. He’s my friend.”

“So now when you leave, act cold. When he says bye, give him just a nod or maybe don’t even respond at all, just walk by.”

Valerie felt frozen in place. “But… But I don’t want to do that to Danny! What if I hurt his feelings?”

“That’s the hot-and-cold coquette’s angle,” said Maddie. “You’re going to have to put your conscience aside for this plan to work, you know. You must always think of the ones you’re seducing as victims to be manipulated to your advantage.”

“Okay, I can do that with Phantom, but I don’t want to manipulate Danny,” said Valerie. “I like Danny.”

“Well, I like Danny too, of course. I wouldn’t let you try anything on him that I thought would actually really hurt him.”

Valerie blinked a couple times, too perplexed to speak. She knew Danny’s mother was a bit eccentric but she would’ve never guessed she’d be anything like this.

#danny phantom #imekitty ask #wips #phantomlust #jekyll & phantom

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ailelie · 16 days

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Eddie's Will

Revised lightly and on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55176097

Eddie's relationship with Marisol is getting serious again. She's even moved in and this time they both feel excited and confident in the decision. She isn't Shannon and the relationship isn't quite like what he'd had with Shannon, but Eddie has realized that he cannot keep comparing his relationships to Shannon. Things with Marisol are good. They can be good enough.

But then Chimney and Maddie are in a car accident and, when they're both out of surgery and okay, Buck gently hugs his sister and says he is so glad they're both okay. He says he isn't ready to be a single dad.

And it reminds Eddie of his will. The will he has not changed since adding Buck to it. If anything happens to him, Christopher goes to Buck.

His heart begins to beat a loud question: What about Marisol?

He should change his will, right? His son should go to his partner, right?

But every time Eddie thinks to call his lawyer, he distracts himself. He'll call after the dishes are clean, after this shift is over, after Marisol goes to work. Later. He'll call later.

But he never does and the question never stops echoing.

And then it is 2am at the fire station and he cannot sleep. He's upstairs, at the table, staring down at his hands. He needs to make this phone call. He has no idea why he can't.

Chimney is the one who finds him.

"Practicing waiting up for Chris?" Chimney asks, yawning through the joke.

"Couldn't sleep. Why are you up?"

Chimney slumps into the chair opposite of him. "Jee's been having nightmares for the past week or so. Every night, between 2 and 3 she wakes up screaming. So now I'm waking up even without a distraught toddler."

Eddie frowned. "The car accident?"

"We think so. She saw it on TV. We've talked with a therapist, but Jee's still having a hard time. So why are you up?"

"I need to change my will," Eddie says, too tired to come up another reason. Chimney is the worst person to confide in, but he already suspects what Bobby will say and the idea of talking with Hen makes his stomach curl inward. Hen is too perceptive; Eddie doesn't really want to be seen.

"Why?" Chimney asks.

Eddie explains his current arrangements for Chris and asks, "But it should be Marisol now, right?"

Chimney gives him a long look and then holds out both of his hands palms up. "This--" he says, raising his right hand, "is Buck. And this is Marisol." He raises the left. "Right now you have both in your life."

Eddie nods. "Yes?"

"Right. You only get to keep one. One stays and the other leaves your life forever. You may see each other in passing, but you stop spending time together entirely."

A hint of panic bubbles up through Eddie's chest. This ridiculous dilemma is speaking to a fear he's been refusing to face.

Chimney leans forward, his elbows planted on the table between them. He nods to each hand in turn, "Buck or Marisol: who do you keep?"

"Buck." The answer shoots out of Eddie without a single moment for thought.

Chimney reaches over with his right hand and pats Eddie's forearm. "Don't change your will."

With another yawn and a screech of his chair, Chimney heads back down to the bunks, leaving Eddie in the middle of an epiphany.

He likes Marisol, but he could live without her.

He can't live without Buck. And he doesn't think that's going to change.

So, now 2:30 in the morning and alone in the half-lit room, Eddie does something he hasn't before. He compares his relationship with Buck to his relationship with Shannon. Before everything fell apart, he and Shannon had been a team. They'd felt invincible together, which is one of the reasons Shannon decided against an abortion. Everything fell apart only when they stopped talking, when they stopped having each other's back.

Buck gives him that same feeling of security and possibility.

He and Shannon had also had amazing sex, the kind you only get when you know someone inside and out. He and Buck-- he stops the thought there. Then another treacherous part of him points out that Buck is bi now, he might be interested if he knew Eddie was interested.

If Eddie were--images, fantasies of him and Buck in bed, in the back of an ambulance, in his kitchen, outside under the stars, stream flicker-fast through Eddie's mind until he shuts them down with a damned casserole recipe. Eddie drops his forehead to the table and covers his head with his hands.

He has to break up with Marisol.

#this was supposed to be a one paragraph description of a story i wanted to read #then it turned into this #not!fic #eddie diaz #chimney han #pre-buddie

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cheemken · 9 months

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Okay last body swap au thought for tonight before I pass out hahah

Leon and Diantha dynamics my beloved who just loves to kill me

Like imagine after their lil impromptu meeting, everyone else was like going on what to do to make it less suspicious, Wallace and Cynthia were at each others throats really, even threatening the other to ruin their image if they so much fail, empty threats yknow, but still hahah

And just cnmdnxmd

Leon and Diantha at the far end corner of the room, just standing next to each other, they already know what to do. They know each other so goddamn well but they won't ever admit that. There's just silence between them, before Diantha finally spoke up, "your family was nice.."

A sad smile crept its way on his lips, "thanks, it's nice being with them again, yknow. Not having to stay at my own tower at Wyndon anymore."

"yes, I figured."

Silence again. Then this time, it was Leon who broke it. "Do you.. not live with your brother?"

Diantha didn't answer. She sighed. Looking away. Then she spoke, quietly, he almost missed it, "I barely see him anymore. He's always so busy with his studies, and not that I fault him for it, it's always been his dream to be the regional professor. Your brother, he wants to be a professor too, does he not?"

"yeah, ever since he lost to his rival, he decided that maybe being a professor would fit him. Sonia was more than happy to take him under her wing."

"that's nice. I'm sure he'll be a great professor one day too."

"of course he'll be, he's my brother, he'll be the best professor there is."

And god that kinda fucked her up, bc she said that once too. How she was so sure her brother will be the region's leading professor, and he was. And to hear it from Leon too, how he had the same faith in his own brother, man it's just cndmdn your honour they make me so fucking insane for real

And just cjxmd Dia going "your mother was nice as well. She reminds me of Drasna."

"one of your Elites, yeah?"

"yes. She became a mother figure for me and for Augustine. She was so kind and caring, it was a nice feeling, yknow. For the first time in our lives, we finally know what a mother's love feels like."

"..what about your actual mother?"

"I'd rather.. not talk about her." And Leon could feel phantom pains on his back, he doesn't know why, then he hears Diantha say, "I'd rather forget that part of my life." She then looks at him, "your father wasn't around, is that a normal occurrence or maybe it was timing he wasn't around."

He laughed at that, hollow, empty, "the same way with your mother, really. I'd rather not talk about the man who just left his family and only returned when his son became a famous Champion."

Ofc, she understands, she knows that feeling all too well.

And then silence once again, watching the other champions talk and plan and even try their best to impersonate the other. Leon and Diantha didn't have to try that hard. Of course they didn't. They realized how similar their lives were, they realized how lonely the other was, they realized that despite it all, they found someone who shared the same pain. In that silence, they somewhat found comfort, knowing someone truly understands them, as painful as it was.

#your honour they make me so fucking ill #like they hate each other yknow but they know a lot abt each other ur honour #and especially now having to live the life of the other #they realized how similar they were and just bcmxnxmx #OUGHHHBCMXBCMDN #its always like this when i write them omf cnxmxn #ough i have more concepts abt them but imma post tomorrow hahah #maybe before my class since wed just have an orientation tomorrow anyways hahah #body swap au #pokemon champions

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