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aestheticaltcow · 1 month

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Two Months

Part 4 of the Six Months series MDNI 18+

Part 1: Six Months Part 2: The Night When It Went Wrong Part 3: The Aftermath

Carmy really fucked up, but maybe he can prove his worthiness and get his girls back.

Carmy sighed when his call went to voicemail after a few rings. He pushed a hand through his hair and listened to your voicemail message, “Hey baby- I just wanted to know if I could see Mia. I know you don’t want to see me, but I need to see her… if you could just bring her by the restaurant, that would be fine. I just want to hold my daughter. Uh- yeah. I’m sorry, I’m a fuckin’ dumbass. Please just give me five minutes to explain everything. Let me know. I love you.” he hung up the phone and leaned back in his chair. He stared up at the ceiling as he thought about you and Mia. It had been a couple of weeks since he’d seen either of you, and he just needed his girls again.

“Asshole. Sign here.” Natalie barked at Carmy as she entered the office with an ordering forum. She shoved the papers at him before crossing her arms over her chest. “Natalie, I get it okay. I fucked up. My wife kicked me out of our house, I’m living in a shitty hotel, and I haven’t seen my daughter in weeks. I’m not in the fucking mood to deal with your bitching.” Carmy replied, glaring at his sister. She rolled her eyes, “You turned out so much like Dad.” she laughed, yanking the documents back. Carmy huffed, “Fuck you.”

“Right back at you, Carmen,” Natalie said, slamming the door behind her as she exited the office. “You okay, Sugar?” Richie questioned softly, noticing the anger in her eyes. She rolled her eyes and pushed past him without saying anything; being in the same vicinity as Carmy was irritating. Whenever she saw his face, she thought of Mia and how Carmy had repeated their father's actions. Natalie sighed when she got into her car, “I’m sorry you had to hear that, baby… let’s go get your brother.”

“Hey, Carm- everything okay with Y/N?” Richie awkwardly asked as Carmy was doing prep for that night's dinner service. “What do you think fuckhead?” Carmy snarkily responded; Richie rolled his eyes and decided to match his energy. “Well, she texted Tiff asking for her DIVORCE LAWYER’S info.” he leaned against the counter with a shit-eating grin. Carmy slammed his knife down and pushed past Richie to go into the alley. “That was fucked up, kid.” Tina scolded as she exited the walk-in. Richie shrugged, “I was going to be subtle, but he’s being a little bitch.”

Carmy closed his eyes, fighting back tears when Syd showed up for prep. “Hey Carmen, are you okay?” she asked, stepping closer. He shook his head and let out a puff of air, “Y/N’s gonna leave me- I fuckin’ deserve it, but I want my wife Sydney. She won’t even fuckin’ talk to me, but she’ll fuckin’ divorce me? It’s bullshit.” Carmy cried to her. Syd stood there for a moment to collect her thoughts. She swallowed before sitting down next to him and pat Carmy’s shoulder as she began to explain her point of view on the situation, “You fucked up, Carmen. But you love Y/N and Mia- just go. Go home. I’ll cover tonight. Go talk to your wife.”

Carmy took Syd’s suggestion. He wasn’t sure if you’d let him in or even talk to him, but he knew he should at least try.

“I don’t know Natalie. I just… I mean- I’m gonna sound like a dumb bitch, but maybe I could?” you groaned into your phone as Natalie was about to answer the doorbell rung. “Hey Nat, can I call you back in a bit? Someone’s here.” you waited for her passive agreement and hung up. You put your phone in your back pocket and went to the front door. You felt your stomach flip when you opened the door to reveal Carmy standing in your doorway. He was an unshaven mess, with messy curls and dark circles under his eyes. “Carmen? What are you doing here?” you questioned, bracing the door, hoping it would prevent him from entering your once-shared house. “You’re divorcing me?” he asked on the brink of tears. You sighed, “I asked Tiffany for her lawyer's information- that’s all.”

“Y/N, you can’t leave me without giving me a chance to make things right.” Carmy pleaded. You sucked your teeth, “Carmen, I really don’t want to talk about this right now… Mia’s asleep, but you can come in and say goodnight if you want.” you offered as you pulled your sleeves over your hands. Carmy nodded furiously, “I-I, ye-yes, please.”

Carmy stared down at Mia’s sleeping body. She was splayed across her crib in a green onesie with a pacifier to match. Carmy swallowed as he watched her legs twitch. “She doesn’t like sleep sacks anymore?” he asked softly. You nodded before answering, “She decided it was her own personal hell a couple weeks ago, so now she’s a big girl.”

Carmy laughed softly and put his hand on Mia’s cheek. She squirmed and leaned into his hand, “I love you, princess.”

You walked Carmy out of the nursery and into the hallway by the front door, “Can we talk?” Carmy asked, trying not to burst into tears and lock himself in the nursery. You nodded, “Okay. What do you want to talk about?”

Carmy swallowed. “I know you hate me, but I need to see Mia.” He took a quick breath before continuing, “Y/N, please don’t keep my daughter from me. I’ll give you whatever you want. I just need to see my daughter.” Carmy sniffled as he wiped his eyes.

Guilt. When you saw the hurt on his face, you knew what you had to do. “Next time I need someone to watch her, I’ll call you.” you offered, Carmy grinned and thanked you before starring at you with the same love and admiration he always had. He turned to walk back to his car but stopped in the middle of the yard, “I love you. I’m gonna win you back.” he pushed a hand through his hair before shoving them in his jacket pockets. You rolled your eyes, “Bye Carmen. Drive safe.”

The flu hit your office like a semi-truck. Everyone got sick, including you, and taking care of a sick baby proved more complicated than you’d thought. No one could help you, so reluctantly, you called Carmy to come be with Mia that night. He was over the moon but tried to play it cool, you saw it through immediately. It was sweet in a cheesy, trying too hard kind of way.

“Hey baby, I brought you pastina soup and Tylenol.” he grinned, handing you a paper bag, “Thank you, Carmen.” you were short with him. Carmy noticed but chopped it up to you being sick, “I can make you some tea.” he offered as you walked back to your bedroom. “I’m fine, Carmen. Please just watch Mia,” you said over your shoulder before closing the bedroom door behind you. You wanted to be mad at him, but it was hard when he was so thoughtful… and handsome. He cleaned himself up since the last time you saw him.

Carmy sat back on the couch, making funny faces at Mia. She squealed and grabbed the air in Carmy’s direction. “I missed you so much, princess.” he laughed as he brought her up to his chest; he rubbed her back as she tried to hug him. “Okay, let's check on Mommy and then make some dinner. Daddy missed his favorite sous.” Carmy explained as he got up. The two walked down the hallway, Mia babbling away as Carmy adjusted her in his arms. He bumped the bedroom door open with his hip and saw you peacefully sleeping. He stepped into the bedroom and grabbed the trash from your side table. Mia grumbled as the two of you exited the room; Carmy chuckled and kissed her temple. “I know, princess. I wanna snuggle with Mommy too, but she doesn’t feel well… and hates me, but we’ll figure it out.”

You abruptly woke up around midnight when you heard talking through the baby monitor. You stumbled out of your bedroom and across the hall to the nursery; the door was askew, and as you approached it, you more clearly heard Carmy’s voice. He was laying on the floor next to Mia’s crib, “My little Mia… I wish you could stay this little forever.” he whispered as he put his hand up to the crib gate. The sight alone made your heart yearn for your family to be back together. You knew what you had to do.

“And that princess is how you make scrambled eggs, the right way.” you laughed when you overheard Carmy’s cooking lesson. You walked into the kitchen and saw Carmy plating up scrambled eggs, “Hey.” you greeted as you got a mug from the cabinet. Carmy grinned in your direction, “Mornin’ baby. Feelin’ better?”

“Feelin’ waaaaaaay better,” you started, “Thanks for coming over to take care of her. I really appreciate it.”. Carmy leaned against the counter, “I’m her Dad- it’s my job.”

“You’re a good one… I don’t know where you’ve been staying, but if you want, I uh- I made up the guest room if you want to come home…” you explained, “I feel like I’ve been keeping Mia from you, and that’s fucked up.” you rocked on your heels hoping Carmy wouldn’t assume this offer meant you wanted to get back together. He nodded immediately, “I would love that.” Carmy was giddy at the idea of getting to be with Mia every day again- it also gave him an opportunity to win you back.

It had only been a few days since Carmy had been back home, and he jumped right back into the daily hustle and went above and beyond what he usually did. Carmy changed his schedule and managed to do a lot of his restaurant owner duties at home so that he could be with Mia more. The house was clean, the pantry was stocked with all your favorite snacks, home-cooked meals, and a very happy baby, and it drove you crazy.

“I just- this man is driving me insane.” you ranted as you sipped your margarita. It was girls’ night out with Syd and Natalie. You were two margaritas in and deep in your feelings. “I should just forgive-” you were cut off by Natalie exclaiming, “NO! You can’t just forgive him, Y/N. He’s a fuckin’ idiot for even thinking about being with another woman. It makes all his ‘you make me a better man’ vows bullshit. Our Dad used to do the same shit to Donna all the time- and she just accepted it! Then he left her. I don’t want Carmy to do the same to you- he already fuckin’ started doing it.”

You were taken aback by Natalie’s ranting and raving; you’d known that Carmy had a difficult relationship with his Dad, but you hadn’t known the full extent. You looked at Syd, wanting her to weigh in on the situation, “Carmy’s an asshole, but he’s your asshole. He loves you. He loves Mia. I don’t know if he’ll do it again - if my partner pulled something like this on me, I think I’d hear them out.”

It was almost 10 when Carmy had finally managed to get Mia to fall asleep. He was exhausted after a long day, but when he’d gone into your bedroom to get the baby monitor, he couldn’t help but notice a satin black thong sitting on the top of the laundry hamper. He stared at the underwear for a moment before shaking his head. He wasn’t going to take his wife’s dirty underwear. Carmy walked toward the door before pausing and going back to the hamper. “I guess I am that guy,” he scoffed, grabbing the panties and putting them in the pocket of his sweatpants.

Carmy lay in bed leaning against a pile of pillows, scrolling through the private folder on his photo app. “There it is…” he mumbled as he tapped the video before putting his headphones in. “You promise no one else will see this, right?” your voice flooded Carmy’s ears as he pushed his sweats off. “Of course not, baby.” he reassured you as your hands reached for his zipper. He watched as you bit your lip and unzipped his pants. Carmy groaned as he watched you give him a blow job. Carmy took the underwear he’d stolen from your bedroom and started stroking himself. The sensation reminded him of when he’d tease you before relentlessly fucking you into a crying mess.

“Oh fuck-” Carmy exhaled as he felt his orgasm approaching. He swiped to the next video of riding him. Carmy salivated at the sight of your bouncing tits. You were moaning his name as your movements got more frantic, “Cream all over my fuckin’ cock, baby.”

“That was a fun night,” you said startling Carmy, he dropped his phone before quickly covering himself with a blanket as you stood in the doorway. You giggled at his reaction, you were just going to ask how Mia was before going to bed but catching Carmy masturbating with your underwear… blame it on the alcohol but you wanted a taste.

“I uh- I didn’t hear you- hear you come inside.” Carmy stumbled over his words as you fully entered the guest room. “No need for you to be embarrassed, Carmy…” he watched with wide eyes as you moved around the bed to sit next to him on the bed. You sighed and pushed the blanket off his lap to expose him.

You pushed your hand up Carmy’s thigh, making him swallow hard. “What made you so hard, baby? Were you being a little perv… jacking off with my dirty panties… watching a video of me sucking your cock?” you mewled as you ran your fingers along his thigh. Carmy nodded as he stared into your eyes. You giggled and grasped the base of his length. He croaked as you started to stroke him, “You like that baby?” you asked cocking your head to the side, staring up at him. He nodded as he let his head fall back against the headboard.

Carmy whimpered as you ran your tongue along the bottom of his cock. You swirled your tongue around his leaking tip, making him swear under his breath. As you took more of him in your mouth, his whimpers turned to whiny moans. You pulled away with a pop. Carmy stared down at you, watching a string of saliva connect your lips to the head of his cock. “Does that feel nice, baby?” you asked as you returned to pumping your hand around him. “So-so nice,” he replied, touching your cheek. You smiled as you pushed it away.

“But, why should I suck your cock if you’re gonna let just any woman off the street suck it?” you asked. Carmy shook his head, “Only-only you, baby-y.” he shuddered.

“Only me? Tell me, Carmen, who does this cock belong to?” he was putty in your hands as you slowed your pace. “You, baby, only you.” he groaned, “Prove it.” you challenged.

Carmy buried his face in the crook of your neck as he slowly pressed into your entrance as you lamented at the familiar sensation. You held onto Carmy’s shoulders as he started thrusting his hips in a steady rhythm, “Hmm, Carmy…” you hummed as he hungrily kissed your neck.

“I don’t deserve you baby…”

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spankinganthologies · 3 months

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Stepmoms from Spankingwomen

"Is there any way we can not tell my dad about this?"

On Christmas Eve, Andrea cuts a deal with her new stepmother, a woman she barely knows when you get right down to it, in order to keep her father in the dark when it comes to a few winter break transgressions. The only thing Andrea didn't realize was that her stepmother, who was only 13 years older than her, was a firm believer in old school discipline.

When she agreed to take a spanking in exchange for secrecy, Andrea didn't realize she was going to be put over the knee to take a panties down, bare ass beating with a big nasty brush. By the time her eyes were blurry with tears, staring directly into the lights on the Christmas tree as she got her bottom blistered, she had already realized that maybe the smarter play would have been trying to charm her way out of punishment with her daddy.

(this should have happened to me fairly regularly, but it didn't)

It turned out, that despite her youthful appearance, Mary's new stepmother was rather old school when it came to matters of discipline. She knew how to handle a brat efficiently and effectively - even a brat well into her college years. Over the knee, skirt up and panties down - there was nothing Mary could say to talk her way out of it.

And it was as if her new stepmother was making up for lost time, for all those years that Mary had gone unspanked. When she took Mary across her knees, the spanking would seem to last forever, until Mary's poor bottom was red and swollen and her throat was sore from hollering.

It's an embarrassing routine but one that Trisha knows well.

Before being taken across her mother's lap and spanked, she is required to stand naked in the corner and think about the reasons she is not being permitted to wear clothes, about why she is going to be getting a spanking, how her bottom will be burning before too long and what exactly she needs to change in her behavior to avoid a scene like this playing out again in the future. Trisha knows she will be asked about these things both while getting her butt blistered and then in the immediate aftermath as well, so she knows that she had better have some good answers.

And then, the spanking itself.

Two sessions. First, her mother's hand, which is plenty bad enough. But then a humiliating naked trek down the hall and into her mother's bedroom, crying and bottom very much reddened already, to retrieve the hairbrush and bring it back to the living room. Then back over the knee for the finale which will leave Trisha squealing as her mother spanks some much needed sense into her with that evil brush. Face covered in snot and tears, Trisha will be stood back up (not allowed to rub her bottom at all) and the lecture will continue.

Finally, it's back to the corner, still naked, while she tries to catch her breath and stop boohooing. Now, her little backside is fire engine red. Shamefully, she's very damp between her legs - something that happens whenever she gets a damn good spanking. She can't help but think about how she'll masturbate for hours later before falling asleep. Her nipples are hard and ache. But the lesson is learned. If she can be a good girl in the corner, she will be allowed to get dressed and go upstairs before her father or brother get home.

She's going to spank that defiance right out of her spoiled step-daughter. All toughness will soon melt away and the tears will come. It's quite humbling to be crying like a baby with your jeans and panties around your knees and your bum rapidly turning bright red. A good spanking can really take a brat down a peg or two!

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If Candy's monster of a stepdaughter refused to listen to reason and continued down this path, then you can be damn sure Candy was going to do something about it.

Candy may have only been 14 years older than the bitch, but she knew in her heart she could teach her lesson. The little brat had never been spanked in her entire life and she also didn't have the guts to fight back. Even if she did, Candy could overpower her easily. She was 100% confident about that!

There was no faster path to a real and meaningful attitude adjustment than the path of a crimson behind and that was exactly the path Candy intended to take her stepdaughter down. She intended to take her over her knee, pull down her panties and give her the spanking of all spankings. Things were going to change. There was a new law of the land.

And after she blistered that nightmare's bare bottom, Candy intended to go to the store and find a suitable hairbrush - just like the one Candy's mother had used on Candy's behind years ago - and then she was going to put that hairbrush to good use going forward. The little brat may never love her, but she was damn sure going to respect her.

(okay, I wasn't a full-blown 'monster' or 'nightmare' but I'm sure she wanted to spank me plenty hard more than a few times!)

There were plenty of lessons learned with her butt bare and her panties down around her knees. Sometimes the cane, sometimes the strap - her mother was a resourceful woman who could punish a naughty bottom with the best of them. A countless number of their "little chats" ended in tears.

Mary's new stepmother has her own ideas about how to deal with errant young ladies, no matter how old they are or how mature they think they might be. It seems like Mary is in for a rather rude awakening.

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Jenny was always punished in the living room. This sometimes proved to be awkward as there were times when her stepmother sent her to her room to wait for a spanking. Then, when her stepmother decided she was ready, Jenny would have to come back downstairs where a chair would then be waiting in the center of the room. It was always the same: over-the-knee, panties down and one very sorry girl. The awkward (and most humiliating) part was the walk of shame back upstairs. Jenny would be trying not trip over her underwear, shuffling and still crying hard as she marched her fire engine red ass to bed.

Her stepmother was a cold, calm and firm disciplinarian. She was strict and knew how to spank. Jenny begged her father for reprieve, claiming she was far too old to be spanked, but he just shrugged. "If you don't want to be punished, then you need to learn how to behave," he would tell her and the matter would close.

The spankings themselves were long and painful. Both of Jenny's cheeks would be sore and swollen for days making sitting uncomfortable. But it wasn't just her ass that her stepmother would target. Oh, no. Jenny's stepmother spanked the backs of her thighs too. Hard smacks over and over causing Jenny to shriek and kick. Jenny would be left raw from the top of her bottom nearly to her knees. The rest of the girls on the swim team always knew when Jenny had earned herself another spanking.

#spankingwomen #stepmom spanks #mom spanks #college

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midnightsnyx · 1 year

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what if i told you (i love you) part 1 - joel miller

pairing: joel miller x fem!reader

summary: five years ago, pregnant and alone, you left boston after a fallout with joel but when he shows up in jackson, you have to deal with the aftermath. word count: 1.4k warnings: angst (loads), mentions of pregnancy, non-specified age gap, (please let me know if i missed something!) a/n: this is my first time writing joel so pls go gentle on me lol I am planning on making this a series if u guys like it! let me know :) i know joel is usually pegged as a girl dad which i love but i thought it would be fun to write a mini joel! this isn't edited so i apologize for all mistakes. also i am taking requests now so ask away! masterlist ask box what i write taglist signup

You hadn’t anticipated seeing him. When you left the Boston QZ five years ago after finding out you were pregnant, you never wanted to see Joel Miller’s face again. Not after you broke the news and he told you to get out - that he wanted you gone. Tess had told you to give him a few days to cool down and let the news sink in, so you did. You waited a couple days, which turned into a week and another and once a month passed, you realized you couldn’t wait around for Joel to get his head out of his ass so you packed up and left Boston. You had heard rumors of settlements out West and took the chance of going to one. It was a risky move, especially being pregnant, but raising a child in the QZ was impossible. Bringing a life into this world alone was cruel but if you could make it to one of the settlements, you thought maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. And you did. After months of traveling and close calls, you made it to Jackson. You couldn’t believe how close to normal it was there. It felt like before the outbreak which felt impossible but somehow they did it. You made friends and had support when you finally delivered.

Little Jack came into the world with the helping hands of Maria and your friend Avery. You named him after Jackson, the little community that welcomed you with open arms. He was absolutely perfect and as he grew, he looked more and more like Joel. It hurt you that Joel wasn’t here to see his son grow but he had made his decision the day he told you to leave.

The life you built in Jackson was good enough. You taught at the small school in the morning and spent the rest of your day with Jack and your friends. Every so often you went on patrol but with Jack, you had to find someone to watch him. Avery offered to keep him for the afternoon while you went out with Maria and some others for a quick patrol. Someone thought they heard gunshots going off and your group was sent to check it out. You thought you would come across some raiders or maybe a couple stragglers but what you weren’t expecting was to find Joel Miller and some random kid. It didn’t surprise you that he was looking for Tommy and you watched for Maria’s reaction when he told her his name.

In Jackson, Joel’s name wasn’t a popular one to those who heard it. Tommy had recounted the days that he, Joel, Tess and others had spent that still gave him nightmares and you didn’t have many good things that you shared about him. You kept the good things to yourself and only let yourself think about them on nights you were particularly lonely or sad. She hid her reaction better than you would have but you were a little surprised when she invited them back to town. As soon as you got back, you went straight to the stables to drop off your house before going to pick up Jack from Avery’s. You wanted to just go home but he fought you tooth and nail to go to the dining hall to see Hazel, an older woman in Jackson who was the first person to take you in when you first arrived. She treated you like a daughter and in turn, treated Jack as a grandson.

When you got there, Hazel was delighted to see him and you couldn’t help but smile when Jack squealed and ran straight for her. Watching them, you felt a set of eyes on you and when you looked, they met Joel’s. As usual, his expression was impossible to read. He was sitting with the girl, Ellie you’d briefly heard, along with Tommy and Maria.

“Some new folks, huh?” Hazel asked, breaking you out of your daze. She knew the story about Joel so you were hesitant to tell her who they were but she would find out eventually.

“Yeah, Tommy’s older brother and the girl is Ellie,” you told her, “apparently they traveled all the way from Boston.”

You watched as the realiztion slowly dawned on her face, hiding an amused smile when she said, “where’s my shotgun?”

“It’s fine,” you tried to reassure her, “I don’t think they’re staying.”

She huffed, “I should’ve poisened that food.”

You shook you head, taking Jack when he reached out to you. He was getting sleepy, resting his head on your shoulder and babbling nonsense. You could still feel Joel’s gaze, so you told Hazel you would see her tomorrow and started walking out when you heard your name called.

Tommy.

You weren’t sure what his plan was, he knew your past with Joel so you took your time walking over to where the four individuals were seated. Maria was giving Tommy a dark look and you knew she didn’t agree with his interfering.

“Hey,” you said lightly, trying to ignore Joel’s eyes that were now focused on Jack. Ellie was looking between you and Joel and you could almost see the wheels turning in her brain.

“I was wondering if you had time to take Ellie to the house next to yours and let her have a shower? Maybe find some new clothes?” Tommy asked and held his hand up when Joel started to argue.

“Sure,” you said, motioning for her to follow you. She gave Joel one look before following you out the door. It was cold and you hugged Jack, who was now asleep, tighter to you. She was silent until you were a couple minutes away from the house, whistling.

“So, I take it you and Joel know each other?” She questioned, walking faster to keep up with you. You wanted to drop this kid off before she accidentally got answers out of you. She continued pestering you after you just shrugged and you wondered how Joel, of all people, managed to make it from Boston with the girl. She seemed sweet enough but lord, she was chatty.

“What’s his name?” She asked, pointing to the sleeping boy in your arms as if there was another child around.

“Jack,” you told her and she smiled.

“Like, Jackson?”

“Nice catch,” you praised and she grinned.

You showed her to the shower, before searching for some clean clothes. It took a few trades but you managed to get her some fresh clothes and a new jacket. When you returned to the house, you ran into the one person you were hoping to avoid. He froze when you walked in the front door, clothing in hand and Jack still on your hip. Your back was aching from carrying him but he was unusually clingy. His eyes locked on Joel, head tilting slightly before reaching out for the older man, surprising the two of you. Joel stood frozen even as Jack reached for him, whining slightly.

It was Ellie who broke the awkward silence, walking down the stairs in the fluffy robe you left for her. “You gonna take the kid, or what? He’s not contagious.”

You were hesitant to let Jack go but after he let out an angry wail, you put him down and watched as he walked over to Joel and reached for him, making a grabby motion with his tiny fists, the universal pick me up signal from a child. The man awkwardly picked him up and you immediately saw the similarities between the two. You always thought he looked like Joel but looking at the two of them together, a paternity test wouldn’t be needed.

“Woah,” Ellie said, taking Jack’s hand when he reached towards her, “he looks just like you.”

You ignored the insinuating tone in her words, opting to watch the interaction between the two boys. Joel’s sole attention was now on the toddler in his arms. His whole body softened when Jack rested his head on his chest and you suddenly felt a rush of emotions. Shoving the clothes in Ellie’s arms, you took Jack from Joel and fled out the door, ignoing both voices calling out to you. You didn’t stop running until you were in your own house and rushed to put Jack to bed before going to your own room. Not bothering to change, you crawled under the covers and tried to hold back the sobs threatening to escape you.

You had spent the last five years trying to get over the heartbreak Joel Miller caused you and suddenly the man himself showed up and brought back evey single feeling you had for him.

And you hated him for it.

#joel miller x y/n #joel miller reader insert #joel miller x reader #joel miller imagine #allies writing #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us imagine #pedro pascal fanfiction

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fortheloveofwonderland · 2 years

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Hit the link limit on my original series masterlist so this is part 2.

*includes smut

Spencer x Reader Series Masterlist 1

Spencer x Reader Blurbs

Spencer x Reader Oneshots

You Know My Heart (two parter) - you’ve been in love with your playboy best friend Spencer Reid for ten long years. But when you get engaged and finally start to get over him, Spencer suddenly realises he can’t live without you and he has to stop the wedding at any cost. (Fem! Reader)

Part One

Part Two

Somewhere to Belong (Mini Series) - You and Spencer have only been dating a few months when he drops the bombshell that he wants to start a family and it throws you into turmoil. And that’s only made worse he meets five year old orphan Wren Briar and is determined to do whatever it takes to adopt her. Even if that means destroying your relationship. (Fem! Reader)

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

No Distance Left to Run (Mini Series) - Truth or Dare? A harmless teenage game gone wrong when spoken by the man holding you hostage. And when you’re feeling for your best friend come to light after fifteen years, how will you and Spencer cope in the aftermath? (Fem! Reader)

Part One - Truth or Dare?

Part Two - Never Have I Ever

Part Three - Hide and Seek

Part Four - Dominoes

Part Five - Red Light, Green Light

Me & You & Everyone We Know - Spencer Reid thought he had the perfect life. He has his two beautiful daughters, large house in the suburbs and a steady, albeit slightly unconventional marriage.

But even geniuses reserve the right to be wrong every once in while.

Now he’s struggling to adjust to life as a single divorced dad of two whilst working full time and navigating the unsteady waters of the dating world.

But his divorce left him more damaged than he’d ever admit. And you have to decide if you’re strong enough to deal with falling in love with a man who’s heart doesn’t fully belong to him. (Fem! Reader) NSFW 18+ COMPLETE

Chapter 1 - Out on the Weekend

Chapter 2 - Today My Life Begins

Chapter 3 - Brand New

Chapter 4 - Bonfire Heart*

Chapter 5 - Nobody’s Supposed to be Here*

Chapter 6 - Lonely Together

Chapter 7 - All at Once

Chapter 8 - Half of My Heart

Chapter 9 - As it Seems*

Chapter 10 - She Had the World*

Chapter 11 - No Tomorrow*

Chapter 12 - Let it Hurt

Chapter 13 - Life Ain’t Always Beautiful

Chapter 14 - Forever Winter

Chapter 15 - Happier

Chapter 16 - My Little Girl

Chapter 17 - Someone You Loved

Chapter 18 - Sandcastles*

Chapter 19 - We’re Good

Chapter 20 - First Day of My Life

Darkness Declares Glory - after his release from prison, Spencer Reid’s life spiralled into darkness with no sign of a light at the end of the tunnel. When he wakes up in a psychiatric facility with no memory of how he ended up there, you’re the only person he wants to see. But in order to do that, Spencer’s going to need to piece back together his fractured mind and face some cold hard truths. (Fem! Reader) NSFW 18+ Very Dark Themes COMPLETE

Chapter 1 - The Downward Spiral

Chapter 2 - I See a Darkness

Chapter 3 - Another Man’s Grave

Chapter 4 - How to Disappear Completely*

Chapter 5 - Checkmate

Chapter 6 - If You Could See Me Now

Chapter 7 - Diary of a Madman

Chapter 8 - Dear Agony

Chapter 9 - Don’t You Dare Forget the Sun

Chapter 10 - Welcome Oblivion

Chapter 11 - Modern Loneliness*

Chapter 12 - Entropy*

Chapter 13 - You Want a Battle? (Here’s a War)

Chapter 14 - Sympathy for the Devil

Chapter 15 - How to Save a Life

Chapter 16 - The Needle and the Damage Done

Chapter 17 - Thnks Fr Th Mmrs

Chapter 18 - Fell on Black Days

Chapter 19 - Away From the Sun

Chapter 20 - Begin Again

Chapter 21 - Leave it All Behind

Chapter 22 - Come Out Fighting

Chapter 23 - Long Promised Road

What Lies in Our Anatomy - Mini Series - when you have a one night stand with a stranger you met in a bar, you never expected to see him again. You certainly didn’t anticipate the stranger to be your new boss at the BAU.

But for you and Spencer, keeping your relationship secret from the rest of the team soon becomes the least of your worries when a face from Spencer’s past threatens to tear apart everything you’ve built together.

The truth always comes out in the end, and you have to decide how you’re going to cope in the wake of his lies. (Fem! Reader) NSFW 18+ COMPLETE

Part One - Fear (Of the Unknown)

Part Two - Losing My Religion

Part Three - As We Know It

Midnight - When Spencer Reid left the BAU after his stint in prison to pursue a more unsavoury career path, the last thing he expected was to have company on his journey. But after finding yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time, you become entangled in Spencer’s murderous web and the inadvertent Bonnie to his Clyde. Now the cops are closing in on the two of you and if you don’t act fast your torrid love story could meet its tragic demise. (Fem! Reader) NSFW 18+

Chapter 1 - Killer in the Mirror

Chapter 2 - Hourglass

Chapter 3 - Nightmare

Chapter 4 - Duality

Chapter 5 - Never Know

Chapter 6 - Raise No Fool

Chapter 7 - Go to Bed Angry

Chapter 8 - Dancing With the Devil

Chapter 9 - Who’s in Control?

Chapter 10 - Why Worry?

Chapter 11 - I’d Rather Drown

Chapter 12 - Better Than This

Chapter 13 - Different Songs

Chapter 14 - Bad Guy

Chapter 15 - The Haunting

Chapter 16 - Dangerous

Chapter 17 - Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

Chapter 18 - Uncontainable

Chapter 19 - Stitch Me Up

Chapter 20 - Unopened Windows

Chapter 21 - Miss Mysterious

Chapter 22 - Skeleton

Chapter 23 - Catch Me if You Can

Chapter 24 - Partners in Crime

Rusty - After suffering unimaginable horrors in his three months spent in prison, Spencer Reid struggles to bounce back to his former glory. And when he almost dies at the hands of Benjamin Merva, it’s one trauma too many to bear. So Spencer ups sticks and relocates to a ranch in the middle of nowhere, leaving behind his job, his friends and his relationship.

And then he meets you, a mysterious stranger, who helps him out of a tight spot. You’re looking for a place to lay low and he’s in need of assistance. It’s a match made in heaven. Isn’t it?

You both have pasts you’d rather remained buried. But when those pasts both collide in your present, it can either tear you apart or force you close together.

You’re both just a little rusty, but practice makes perfect. (Fem! Reader) NSFW 18+

More chapters coming soon

Chapter 1 - Wanted Dead or Alive

Chapter 2 - Take Me Home, Country Roads

Chapter 3 - I Walk the Line

Chapter 4 - The Ballad of the Lonesome Cowboy

Chapter 5 - Gunpowder and Led

Chapter 6 - Tumbling Tumbleweeds

Chapter 7 - Where Were You (When the World Stopped Turning)

Chapter 8 - A Horse With No Name

Chapter 9 - A Cowboys Cowgirl

Chapter 10 - Back in the Saddle Again

Chapter 11 - All My Ex’s Live in Texas

Chapter 12 - Slow Dancing in a Burning Room

Chapter 13 - Friends in Low Places

Chapter 14 - Even Cowgirls Get the Blues

Chapter 15 - Heavens Just a Sin Away

Chapter 16 - Take Your Memory With You

Chapter 17 - Gunfight at the O.K. Corral

Chapter 18 - So Little I Wanted - two part chapter

Chapter 19 - So Little I Got - two part chapter

Chapter 20 - Fires Don’t Start Themselves

Chapter 21 - Night Riders Lament

Chapter 22 - If Tomorrow Never Comes

Chapter 23 - Only the Lonely

Chapter 24 - Bless the Broken Road

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds self insert

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Gigi Attempts To Call Her Father In The Aftermath Of The Bad Ending In Dsaf 3

(@niaclo here's the thing :) there's also a lot of Lore Implications here, and i'll let you see if you can find a couple :])

*bzzt* ... *bzzt* ... *bzzt* ... *bzzt-*

"Hey, Jack Kennedy's voicemail thing here. Leave a message. Or don't. I don't give a shit-" *beep!*

Gigi: H-Hey Dad. It's uh...well, it's been three months, and you not only haven't responded to my texts and calls, but Liz and Neil's as well. Uh, Jesus Christ.

Look, I know you used to do this a lot a few years ago, where you'd just...up and disappear for weeks at a time with little to no notice, and with little to no contact with any of us, but, uh, just a small sign that you're okay would be appreciated, y'know?

...Dad, is...is this about the baby that went missing at the diner back several months ago? I... *sigh* Dad, do you...remember when you used to tell us that you and Pops got several Freddy's locations shut down back in the day by killing a bunch of young kids? Ones who were around our age when you had told us that? We-We always thought that you were joking, just doing it to sound intimidating, t-that you hadn't actually-

...D-Dad, y-you were joking, right?

...I-I don't wanna think too hard about the fact you might not have been...

...Pops always had seemed kinda scared of you, now that I think about it...at least from what I remember...

Dad- the last time any of us heard from you was went you sent this...weird package home with the red scarf in it. For me.

I-I just- it's lovely, don't get me wrong, Dad, but-

It...It looks like the one you said Aunt Dee had. But...But you'd told me that she had been wearing that scarf when she was-

Dad, w-where did you even find this? Is this why you've been missing for so long? Why you haven't come home yet?

I know we made fun of you a bit for the bear suit thing, b-but we were just joking around. I- Did we do something wrong?

[long pause]

...Dad, do you remember how I told you that I used to see this...weird pink man when I'd fall asleep, and how he'd talk to me even when I wasn't asleep? And how you'd get...weirdly concerned? I-I haven't heard from him since you disappeared. Look- I mean this both in a joking way and in a serious way: was that Satan, and did you effectively make a deal with the Devil to get him to leave me alone? I-I mean, on one hand, I really appreciate it, but also, I-I'd prefer to still be dealing with him if it meant you were still here.

...We haven't head from Pops either. We gave him a phone too, but...

Dad, a-are you two okay? I-I even tried asking Roger where you two went, and all he told me was that he "didn't know and didn't care." I- did something happen?

Dad, look, I get that there's probably some reason that you've had to disappear off the face of the Earth, but- could you please just let me know if you're fucking okay or not?

...M-Marsha and I got engaged, you know? T-The girl I introduced you to a few years ago? Y-Yeah, she proposed to me. The ring's very pretty, I-I'll send you a picture of it later. The wedding's in February, the same day we met back in...2018, I think? The 19th.

Y-You think you could be there? Walk me down the aisle? Like I've heard it's supposed to work? If you or Pops could come, it'd be nice. Marsha hasn't even met him yet...

...We miss you, y'know? I miss you.

...Please come home, Dad. Please....

...

Love you.

...Bye.

*beep!*

#dsaf #jack kennedy #my davesport fankids

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moonstarlupinsworld · 30 days

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A light glyph

Author notes: Before we start, I want to say I'm thankful for the people who joined based on my last fanfic (Ms. Weems X Injured Reader). I do intend on keeping up with the series, I promise it's not a costume of mine to disappear all the time lol.

The owl house

Eda Clawtorne X King X Reader

TW: This chapter deals with themes such as panic attacks, SH, and suicidal idealization. Your discretion is advised.

Eda’s almost petrification, Luz was almost killed in the fight with Belos, and your only way home is destroyed. Looking at your sister so sad as she tried to think of a way to go back was just too much to bear. You are trying your best to hold it in, but in the end, everything might explode.

After Eda’s almost petrification and the aftermath of the event, you’ve had an eventful couple of weeks. She is now unable to use her magic, and even if it’s taking a long time to get used to it, she’s trying her best. After destroying your only way home, you’re unable to communicate with Camila. This was super hard for Luz, and even if you try your best to be supportive, you can still see how much it affects her.

Now, the sun already setting, you are at the Owl House laying on the couch, King fast asleep in your chest. You are trapped, but it’s adorable to see his little paws covering his face as he mutters in his sleep. Luz is currently concentrating on a new glyph, hoping this time it will work.

“You have a visit! Hoot hoot!” Hooty said in his usual enthusiastic voice as the door opened, revealing a happy Willow

“Hooty, not so loud, ” you shushed, your eyes pointing at King

Hooty disappears, closing the door. Willow takes a seat beside Luz, looking at her concentrated face. Luz greets her friend with a hug, explaining all about the new glyph and the super cool fog it was supposed to create. Willow was quite interested, and kept still, watching as your sister failed (again) with the combination.

“It will work next time” you reassure her. She nods with a sad face, pushing aside her notepad. Just then, Willow stands up.

“Guess who was able to convince her dads to do a small sleepover?” she said, excited “They said it was all right as long as we didn’t conjure anything weird or create major chaos. Gus will be there too!”

Luz has a thoughtful face, looking upstairs where Eda is.

“Wow, that sounds so cool! But, I have to ask Eda first…”

Out of thin air, Eda appears behind the girls, startling them.

“Out, out of my house now!” she ushered, rushing them away with a gesture of her hands, “ Go have fun Luz, and you too Y/N.”

You sigh, it was not on your plans to go out, at least not tonight. Luz says thank you over a million times before dragging Willow by the arm upstairs so she can get her things ready.

“Give me King here, I’ll cuddle with him while you are gone, ” Eda offers with a smile, getting closer to carry the small demon.

“May I stay home for today?” you asked, not looking her in the eyes, “I just do not feel like it.”

She looks a bit shocked, but quickly changes expression and smiles.

“Sure kid, I’ll go upstairs and tell Luz, ” she walks away, and before turning over to the stairs, she adds, “And, hey, if you need anything I’ll be in my room.”

You nod, smiling. After preparing everything (and trying to convince you with five different tactics), Luz and Willow leave. You said your goodbyes and then hugged King. A feeling of drowsiness thanks to the sleepless nights takes over you, and you yawn a few times before falling asleep.

You woke up in your sleeping sack, tucked in and with an extra pillow under your head. The sleepiness was gone, so you decide to get up and look out the window, sitting on the edge, one knee close to your chest as your mind goes a million questions per minute. Were you sad about being stuck here forever? If you took away the beasts, the moments your sister and friends almost got killed, and the weird weather (and food), this place wasn’t that bad… Somehow, you felt at home. Was that wrong? What if Luz found out about this and she got mad? What if Camila one day found out and she simply hated you? And if all of this was your fault? After all, you were the first one to run as soon as that weird owl stole your sister’s book, she simply followed.

A sudden pinch in your heart makes you wince, trying to breathe so the pain would ease. You keep looking at the landscape, thinking about Luz. You could bet anything right now that she’s having a blast with Willow and Gus. She deserved it, it had been such a stressful couple of days.

What else could you think of? Penguins… otters…. Polar bears…

Another pinch, this stronger and making your breath shaky. No, not now… You were strong. This was not about to happen.

“Penguins, cute guys with a suit forever in the pattern of their skin. They are…” You put a hand on your chest, trying to distract yourself.

Your heartbeat quickened, and your breathing became shaky and unease, blurring your vision… Your hands started shaking, and your legs wobbled a bit.

Nobody could see you like this, especially not Eda… after all, she’s still recovering from the recent events.

The bathroom… the bathroom.

You hop back to the floor, rushing to the improvised safe place. You’ve been living here enough to know your way around the house without any lights on. Opening the door was difficult, but you managed.

“Okay Y/N we got this, breath” you tried to say to reassure yourself, but it wasn’t working, “come on Y/N, you can do this on your own…”

You closed the door making as little noise as you could. Whatever was about to happen, nobody had to see it. Finally, you decided to turn on the light, darkness was not a friend of yours in this kind of situation. Resting your hands on the sink, you looked at yourself in the mirror.

You tried. And tried. And tried again. All the techniques you know, all the breathing exercises, even covering your ears to try and shut the thoughts wasn’t working.

But maybe you deserved it. Maybe you deserved to feel this. You were dying. Yes, indeed you were. Your breathing was so fast now, and almost no oxygen was coming into your lungs. It was a miracle you were still standing. Maybe all of this was your fault. Maybe you could have thrown Luz into the portal before you blew it to pieces. At least she could have gone home. Maybe you were a monster, just like your classmates told you. Eda didn’t have to be taking care of you, only kids needed a maternal figure. You were a grown-up. Almost fifteen, already a grown-up. Yes… Your legs started failing, and you looked at your reflection in the mirror. Pathetic. A pathetic, weak human, unable to protect the only thing they had to defend. A weird human. You looked down, glancing at all the lines covering your arms like shooting stars. Damn, you were weak, pathetic, and gross. You didn’t belong anywhere… you didn’t deserve Eda to be so worried about you. You should…

“SHUT UP!” You said, way louder than expected, and in your anger, you punched the mirror with your fista “Just go away, go away, and leave me alone, please…”

The mirror broke into a million pieces, and that make you panic even more. Blood was dripping from your knuckles, and the sensation seemed to numb the pain inside you a little. Small pieces flew all around, and a bigger one fell to the sink. You grabbed it, your thoughts all according to the same thing.

Eda, who was asleep, was startled by the noise. Her first instinct was to rush to your room, a light glyph in her hand. Nothing, just an empty sleeping bag. She started searching everywhere, calling you out loud.

Eda was panicking, some feathers getting onto the surface as she frantically called out for her owlet… until she heard crying in the bathroom.

“Oh no”, she muttered before knocking at the door, “Owlet, are you in there? Is Eda…”

You were now sitting on the floor, your legs had finally given up, and you collapsed, your back resting against the wall. The piece of shattered glass was still in your hand. You didn’t hear Eda’s voice or the frantic knocking on the door.

“I’m gonna come in, okay?” she said before opening the door.

After giving a quick look around, she realized three things:

One, the mirror was a goner, little bits of it were all over the floor. Two, her kid was on the floor, tears streaming down their cheeks and their breathing going a million per minute, a panic attack certainly. And then, three (and most important) she saw it: the glass.

You looked at her and tried to cover the piece of crystal, but it was too late. It took her only a few seconds to kneel, getting to your eye level.

“Give me that,” Eda said, not mad but firm.

And strangely, when she reached her hand to yours, you simply let that thing go. No resistance, no anything. You didn’t even try to mask your emotions or clean your tears.

“Help…me” you muttered, feeling like you were about to pass out any second now.

“Kid, breathe,” she says, worry clear in her voice “Is it all right if I touch you?”

You nodded weakly. She grabbed your hand, leading it to her chest and exaggerating her breathing so you could copy it. Her other hand went to hold yours, trying to stop you from hurting yourself even further.

“Come on, in for four,” she says, exaggerating her breathing so you could copy it “Then we hold and then breathe out. We got this owlet, I’m here.”

It took you a few minutes before you could sync it to her pace, and every time you failed to breathe you grew increasingly frustrated. And then, finally, you did it. You could see now, and the knot slowly untangled from your chest. It was still there, but at least now you were able to breathe in and out without choking.

But over your new calmness, a new thing decided to emerge: guilt. Eda should be sleeping, how could you keep her up at this time of the night? Were you acting like a child right now?

“It is not your fault to keep me awake at night, Y/N” Eda said, a peak of a smile on her lips, “I can’t read minds, but those eyes are telling me everything… I heard a noise and got scared something bad happened to you.”

You look down, now trying to hold back your tears. And then, your injuries started to sting. She looked at your busted knuckles, clicked her tongue in disapproval, and looked back at you.

“What about a more comfy place than this small room?” she asked, getting up from her knees “I can help you up if you want.”

You nodded, way too exhausted to articulate words. As you stood up you realized how cramped you were. Your legs were still wobbling, so Eda carried almost all your weight as you walked to the living room. King was there, and as soon as he saw you he threw himself into your arms, hugging you as tight as he could. The owl lady tried to let him go of you, but honestly, it felt nice, so you asked her to let him be. She smiled, getting to the kitchen for the medic kit.

“I heard a noise and thought some demon had got into the house,” he explained, looking at you “Are you all right, Y/N?”

You nodded weakly, sitting on the couch, him still in your arms. You were so ashamed of what you’ve done. You were older than Luz, it was your duty to be strong and care for others, it didn’t have to work the other way around.

“Sometimes you need someone to drag you home before the boiling rain hurts you, kid,” Eda said as she came back from the kitchen “I know it is hard to ask for help, but you got me now.”

“Don’t forget me! I am the ruler of the demons and shall protect you fiercely” King added, his little paw on a fist, acting as the mighty king he was.

Eda smiled half-heartedly as she grabbed your hand, cleaning the blood from it. You observed as she so patiently cleaned it and made sure there was no glass inside the wound. Then she grabbed the other one, repeating the process. She looked so concentrated as she wrapped your hands in with bandages, so worried…

“I don’t deserve help…” you whispered, finally speaking, “ I could have thrown Luz into that portal before blasting it… What kind of a big sibling I am if I can’t protect her as I should?”

Your voice started cracking, and the tears threatened to come out again as you tried to make sense of your words... King looks at Eda with desperation, his head tilting towards you in a clear attempt to ask “What do we do?”.

Eda knew some things about your past. Even if you were not an open book, anxiety physical symptoms would betray you from time to time, or the fact you always wore a hoodie, and maybe the fact you stayed home with her while Luz went to the witch school was enough to know more about you.

She sat beside you and pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. Your tensed body quickly melted into the touch. Your head went to rest on her chest, small sobs coming from your mouth as you tried to calm down.

“I am no expert in those light glyphs yet, but I would create the brightness one if that could help you get out of the dark, Y/N” she whispered, holding you closer, “Not all the weight of the world has to be on your shoulders, it’s okay to let go sometimes. You are really important to me, kid, please come to my nest next time you need help.”

This warmth was something you had only felt with Camila, back in the human realm. The owl lady, that woman who tried to push everyone away and act cold, but on the inside was a warm and loving person. You felt at ease. Finally, your thoughts stopped being so loud, and you could only listen to the owl lady. Your eyes started drooping, the exhaustion finally hitting you.

“Don’t tell Luz”, you whispered in the middle of a yawn.

“Tell her about what? We played Hexes Hold’em all night and then we fell asleep” she winked, assuring you this whole thing would be a secret between you and her. “Just rest, owlet, tomorrow we can go to a nice place for treasure hunting!”

But you didn’t listen to the last part, already passed out against her, and King snuggled in your lap snoring softly. She smiled, getting comfortable and yawning.

“Damn, how I love this kid” she whispered, smiling as she looked at you, “don’t worry y/n/n, I’ll protect you.”

#toh #toh fanfic #eda clawthorne #king clawthorne #luz noceda #fanfic #panic attack #comfort #the owl house #comfort character

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salbertwolf · 1 year

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Talent Swap Au - Part 3!

I'm so normal about them what do you mean

Decided to just post the remaining ones here in just one batch because I need to throw the ideas somewhere and I do not have the patience I would like to imagine I have, especially not with stuff I want to talk about.

Be warned! Some spoilers for DR1, read at your own discretion.

First Group - The Deserved Better Gang

Yasuhiro Hagakure - Ultimate Idol

Going through his Hozier era, good for him <- Friend about him.

This man can fit so many conspiracies in his head.

Him and Mondo know each other in a daily basis because of some reasons I'll say later, you can imagine how his dead impacted the other.

Why pick Sakura? He's dumb but not that dumb.

"Those are some weird blood splatters" "It looks like a tree" "Huh" Truth Bullet Added! "Poorly Drawn Tree".

Sakura Ogami - Ultimate Baseball Idol

She's wearing a 50's style baseball uniform, this is not her usual uniform but she likes how it looks so sue her.

The deal with the mm still happens and goes as you'd expect.

She didn't kill Hiro because she wanted, Hina was the original target for the letter so she went to confront him about it.

Aoi Asahina - Ultimate Programmer

I had to look up so many Y2K fashion girl I'm so sorry that this means you died 3rd.

Alter Ego takes mostly the form of her brother and she created both to help and cope with everything.

Her death happens because her and Makoto have heard of each other through her brother, he didn't mean to kill her he swears! Still happens, I hug her.

Second Group - Trouble Trio

Kyoko Kirigiri - Ultimate Gambler

She went to live with her dad when she was little but the deduction talent runs through her blood, she is type of player that counts card and doesn't get caught.

Eventually reconnected with her grandfather and flips her dad off a lot.

Case 3 was not for the money, it was a revenge thingy.

Makoto Naegi - Ultimate Biker Gang Leader

Still a sweethear! Just a good boy that could kick you in your knees and send you to the hospital

Started the gang more of a personal thing but then it got out of control and he doesn't know what will happen if he decides to leave (Especially since the Crazy Diamonds guys left so some of the members moved to his gang).

Sister is his second in command

Expected to get caught in Trial 2, then the whole meddling with the crime scene happened and he doesn't know how to feel about it.

Byakuya Togami - Ultimate Fanfic Creator

That type of nerd that corrects you even if you get a tiny detail wrong because "How dare you get this wrong even if you are just starting to learn about this piece of media? You are unworthy of calling yourself a true fan!".

Loser, L.

Doesn't know how he became friends with Makoto but case 3 certainly did happen got killed LMAO.

Third Group - The Allies(?)

Hifumi Yamada - Ultimate Moral Compass

I struggled so hard giving him a talent I tried my best.

The type of hall monitor that strucks a conversation with you while walking and you not realizing he took you to detention or the office.

Nothing like canon Hifumi, just, nothing, the best way to write Hifumi is not writing Hifumi.

Mukuro Ikusaba - Ultimate Martial Artist

The main 6's emotional support through everything, elder sister tired energy.

Her and Junko didn't get separated at teens but they are friends, she really cared about her sister and loves her very much.

MM deal hurts her soul... case 4, yeah.

Celestia Ludenberg? - Ultimate Fashionista? Toko Fukawa - Ultimate Soldier

Omg is that Celestia Ludenberg the Ultimate Fashionista she looks so cool???

She looks different than in the pictures... Huh

Most be kept away from Taka at least 3 rooms appart if they are not in the group.

"WHY WEAR GLASSES IF CONTACTS?" "BECAUSE THEY DO SHIT SHE'S STILL BLIND AS A BAT"

That's all, thank you for hearing me ramble once again

Case 1 aftermath being like:

Part 1 <-

Part 2 <-

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Ideas(worms ) that go through my head until one start eating my brain too much. Part 1/2.

My medieval/omegaverse au. Dark stuff

1. The aftermath with donna.

Warning: manipulation, controlling behavior, possessive behavior.

Ozzy being a conflict of emotions, self-hatred/shame about her actions, anger for being deceived by Donna/luna, the love/crush that she feel for Luna before and still feels, the joy of finally having a family to call her own.

The shame and guilt that both sides feel for the "event". The anger that Ozzy feels for being controlled and the anger that donna feels for almost being abandoned.

The lords/Queen/ nobles reaction to Donna being Bonded.

Donna being petty and controlling.

The dark side of donna duties as lady beneviento, being in charge of the information and espionage. The spider that trap the traitors Flys in the kingdom.

Angie being absolutely happy because now she had a Dad/Mom/Apa/Oma/Parent. She was too young when her parents died so she consider Donna her Mother and because now Ozzy is Bonded to donna her instinct considered them a parent too.

The omega and alpha instinct overriding their rational mind, sometimes. They just want to be together, care for each other and their pup.

2. Miranda story version.

Warning: Possessive behavior, yandere behavior, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, Violence (not at the reader/Ozzy).

Her first interactions with Ozzy.

Ozzy trying to befriend Andy.

Miranda knowing damn well that she is fucked up. The lost of her mate and daughter shattered her mentally, only keeping a semblance a stability for her remaining children and grandchildren. So she tries to stay away but fate (coincidences) keep Ozzy in her way.

Miranda straight up kidnapping Ozzy after learning that they were going to leave.

Ozzy life in the palace. Trying to find a way to escape.

The lords/nobles reaction to all of this.

Miranda feels guilt of her actions everyday, being Queen is choosing who blood needs to be spilled to keep peace. Her hands and the ones that will follow her will always be full of blood.

Because of this she just wants to be loved, doted and cared for when she don't have to be the powerful Queen when she can be just Miranda. Having full mental breakdowns every time that Ozzy denies her this.

Miranda showing that she can be a good mate, a good wife and good mother. Just love her please.

Miranda executing/torturing any person that tries to hurt you, help you to escape, talk shit about you, gets little too close to her liking, etc.

Ozzy giving in after months of this.

Ozzy alpha instincts considering Alcina, Salvatore, Karl and Donna as his pups because Miranda omega instincts considered them as hers. The shenanigans this cause.

Miranda getting pregnant. The reaction of the kingdom/Ozzy.

Eveline.

3. The dimitrescu daughters.

Warning: Possessive behavior, manipulation, drugging, Violence (not at the reader/Ozzy), Stockholm syndrome.

Their courting attempts.

Alcina and Mia reactions to their girls falling in love so deeply.

The girls panicking when the time of the deal is close.

Daniela tricking Ozzy in destroying a book so they have to stay longer to pay for it. This happens in any route.

More courting attempts.

The girls losing their mind when they confirm that Ozzy was planning to leave. The three of them going feral a lot more easy because of this.

Ozzy is not hurt but everyone that get close to them is. Naive or stupid maids are the number one victims.

Stupid nobles trying to hurt you to get back to the Dimitrescu are the second but this includes a lot more of torture.

Ozzy dealing with the girls in their feral state.

Ozzy playing along to gain some freedom to plan their escape, getting engaged, the marriage/Bonded will be done when the girls turn eighteen.

First attempt is close, but is stopped by Mia, the head assassin of the kingdom. Learning the dark side of the dimitrescu duties, the executioners of the kingdom.

Ozzy trying to ask Luna for help, being relieved when she accepts, the terror at waking up chained in the room of the respective daughter.

The resignation.

#resident evil village #donna beneviento #daniela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #mother miranda #Au #omegaverse #my work

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aries-rp-corner · 5 months

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Data Log: Aftermath of the Siege.

This is my message back to the Trenya family… my family.

Hey everyone! We’ve made it through the night!… Just beaten up…yet we may have lost some because of… I honestly don’t know what to call it, a inheritance? Durai and Ozul are finally defeated but a cost was made. Kane and Mira have inherit their old leaders’ dark magic and now both Cobalt and Mira are the new leaders of Cipher.

But before that, I found out who killed Uncle Cornelius… and Uncle C left a message for me, dad, granny, and Lamont. I and Lamont got our message from the beyond…now it’s dad’s and granny’s turn…this is what Hana wrote down after she finished dealing with Veda. The man who took a son, a brother, a Ranger… my uncle.

From Cornelius: “Tell Mah and Baron I’m okay, they’ve done the greatest job in looking out and caring for Aries and everyone. Baron became a good dad, even when I wasn’t there with him I will always look out for my little bro. And Mah…

Tell Mah that she, and Pah did a great job for calling into action when Cipher came back, but Mah didn’t have to go beyond scaring my old boss!… But as a retired Pokémon Ranger…she wanted to make sure no other families lose their loved ones…like how they lost me. But I’m never gone, I am always there with them all. I thank them all for giving me a great life, and honestly, I would do it again to make sure they’ll be okay as well…but they are okay. Especially Aries, because she met you all.”

I’m… still in awe. He told me that I need to take things easy…honestly, he is right. And he told Lamont to not hold the burden of being forced to kill him… yet uncle C is at Peace thanks to Hana… and so am I, especially Lamont. I’ve never seen Lamont look so…free. Shackled down with a burden which was never his, and a sense in wanting to get out…the man is now a free bird… There is something I didn’t mention…remember I said that I felt like I disappointed Uncle C?… I’m…also glad he told me he will never be disappointed in me…he knew my choices were going to be tough like what you all believed…I’m happy in knowing you all and Uncle C proved me wrong if I tried.

Oh boy…now back to the new leaders… Kane and Mira…

The two ran a bloodbath in draining energy and life away from People and Pokémon. I’m not sure if anyone has…ya know… I was sadly down for a while until I woke up and noticed Leafie and Wes were missing, I got up in time to see Lamont informing Calvin that I couldn’t fight… I will admit, my leg was still beaten up and still is. Luckily I’m still able to walk and run with it thankfully… but there is more.

Leafie decided to fight off Mira and Cobalt while they had a Scrafty to drain. She fought bravely, and she’s okay now…just ill at the moment…I’ll get to why… Mira transformed fully into a vampiric dragon as she tried to garb Calvin, but Leafie protected him… and got a nasty bite from Mira. Thanks to whatever was happening to Mira she now holds the Ichor as her Venom of sorts and… Oh Stars above us all… I am going to hunt that demoness down… she used her new venom on Leafie and used her to attack me. Thankfully the Ichor antidote works… but as I am writing this down, Leafie is curled up in a fluffy nest to rest, poor girl is sick as the medicine works through while bandaged all up…

So what happens now?… Unfortunately, the battle with Cipher continues. Team Plasma may have their victory, I however still feel defeated. Kane and Mira escaped, and I can feel the outside air shifting to a colder winter… This winter feels heavy to me, and I believe I know why. Granny, call in every Pokémon Rangers you can to help out Unova, Cipher needs to leave and now. The land is now a hunting ground for the two new Vampires. I can’t fight for a week, so I need some people to be my eyes and ears.

I’m sorry if I’m asking too much, but I’m not letting Cipher continue… WE are not letting Cipher continue. I’m no longer alone in this… if you wish to call me, I am open now…for a week… OK, I love you all. Once I’m feeling better, I will put on the new get up y’all made for me. Bye-byes!

-Aries Trenya Nasrin

#Tag: Family Message #Tag: Aries’s Message #Tag: Trenya’s Letter #Tag: Dark Horizon Approaching

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touch | jj maybank

word count: 4516

pairing: jj maybank x fem!oc

summary: in which jj convinces her to tell the pogues about what happens at home

warnings: mentions of physical, sexual (implied but not explicitly mentioned), and verbal abuse, angst, swearing, underage drinking, jj being protective (bc that needs its own tag), bit of fluff at the end

notes: this was going to be an x reader but just before i began writing it, i decided to do an oc just to switch it up a bit. and this is my first obx fic!! been kinda obsessed with the show lately, like i was last year, but just a little more. i hope you enjoy it!

side note: in this fic, i mention a lot about abuse but i don't go too far into detail with it. however, if you don't feel like you're comfortable enough to read it, you can scroll away. its also not fully edited so im sorry for any mistakes!

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Touch was something that didn’t come easy to the strawberry blonde; she always flinched away whenever somebody got too close or raised their hands too high near her. Nobody ever noticed, which never bothered her because she didn’t want to risk burdening anyone with her problems. She didn’t want to bother her friends when they already had so much going on in their lives.

John B had lost his dad at sea only a few months ago and was still dealing with the aftermath of that, Pope was trying for a merit scholarship, Kiara fighting with her parents nearly all the time because they didn’t like her hanging out with boys all the time, and JJ was dealing with the aftermath of his own abusive father. He never talked about it but the girl knew the signs and saw through his lies of getting into ‘fights’ with some Kooks whenever he showed up with cuts and bruises. It was no shocker when nobody noticed in the group when Serephina showed up wincing every time she moved.

She entered the chateau, John B’s house, and joined the group in the living room. Kiara looked at the girl with a smile and passed her the joint that was held between her index finger and thumb. Serephina took it wearing a similar smile, brought the joint to her lips, and inhaled deeply, enjoying the feeling of the smoke gathering in the back of her throat. Serephina held the smoke in for a few seconds while she passed it back to Kiara and exhaled, watching the puff of smoke float in the air before evaporating into nothing.

“Serephina Joseph, you made it! Was thinking you weren’t going to come.” The owner of the house smiled brightly when he saw the girl on the couch next to Kiara. “After all, we hadn't seen you all week.”

“Late morning,” The redhead shrugged, wincing at the pain that shot through her arm at the motion. Serephina wasn’t technically lying. She had a late morning which resulted in her not doing the morning chores she needed to do before her parents woke up. She always woke up at five, two hours before her parents woke up, and cleaned up around the house but that morning, her alarm hadn’t gone off and she woke up to the sound of her dad shouting as his footsteps echoed loudly on the stairs. The strawberry blonde attempted to sneak out the window before he reached her room, but she had gotten out of the bed too slowly and before she could move towards her window, her dad had slammed open the door.

His face had been beet red with anger when he grabbed her by her forearm, so hard she wouldn't be surprised if bruises showed up later, and dragged her down the stairs, not caring that she was tripping over her own feet as she stumbled behind the older man.

“Dad-”

“Shut up!” He shouted, throwing her on the floor when he reached the bottom of the steps. “What the fuck is this mess? Huh? Couldn't you get off your ass and do something for once?”

Serephina groaned in pain when her shoulder hit the corner of the wall and the back of her head hit the floor, mentally hoping it wouldn't leave a bump.

“I'm sorry, I… My alarm didn't-”

“Quit making excuses, Phina, and get off the damn floor.” She heard her mother's condescending voice behind her. Serephina hated that tone because it meant she was truly in for it later when the older woman got home from work. “Clean it up. Now.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Quickly standing up from the floor, she moved towards the living room to pick up the discarded beer bottles her father had drank the previous night.

“I get off at midnight tonight. I expect you to be waiting on the couch when I return.” Her mom glared at the young girl, her normal light green eyes darkened. “Words, Serephina. I don't have all damn day.”

“I will be.” With a sick smile and a nod, the woman picked up her bag, then was out the door, leaving her with her father. Fear settled in the pit of her stomach, but she pushed it aside to continue to clean up. His eyes burned into her skin, his gaze following every movement she made. “Uhm… do you have a curfew for me today?”

She looked at her dad, his hazel eyes still on her and sly smirk on his lips, making her feel sick. “7:30.” He answered and turned on his heel to walk back up the stairs. When he was out of sight and she heard the pipes squeal to indicate he’s in the shower, she rushed to the sink, turned on the faucet, and threw up whatever was in her stomach from the day before.

“Seph!” A voice shouted, startling the strawberry blonde out of her thoughts and causing her to jump at the loud noise. She looked around and gathered her bearings, remembering that she was safe, she's with her best friends.

She first met Pope in the fifth grade and he introduced her to JJ, then John B, and finally, Kiara. They were quick to accept the girl into the group. Kiara was ecstatic to not be the only girl in the group and claimed the strawberry blonde to be her best friend. The two girls were inseparable, hanging out on their own, away from the boys until something happened in eighth grade that resulted in Serephina taking a step back from her and the group.

Eighth grade had been the year her parents got physical with their abuse. It was purely emotional until something in her dad snapped and he got physical. She had bruises covering her waist, arms, and face, along with a busted lip. To hide it until they faded, which took longer than she thought, she stopped hanging out with the Pogues and avoided them at all costs.

She didn't want them to see the bruises.

She couldn't let them see.

“Where’d you go?” It was JJ’s voice that spoke this time, his tone soft, and a hand resting on her thigh, which she cringed away from, the memory of that morning still playing in her head.

“Just in my head.” She answered after a couple of seconds passed, swallowing the bile that had risen in her throat while thinking about that morning.

“Are you sure? Talk to me.” He was whispering now and his body angled towards her so the others wouldn't hear him. Recently the two have been getting closer, almost as close as Kie and she had been when she first joined the group. He knew her like the back of his hand, with a few exceptions of the things she didn't want him to know, and she knew him. She would like to say she knew more than John B, but with how long the boys have known each other, she doubted it.

“I'm fine, J.” Serephina whispered, looking at the blonde, giving him a reassuring smile. “I have to be home by 7:30, so what's the plan for today?” She asks the group.

“Swimming down by the marsh is the plan, so I hope you're wearing a suit,” Pope said from the kitchen, opening a bag of chips. “Also, tell your parents to fuck off with that curfew thing!”

“Yeah, that's not happening unless I want to be murdered.” She joked, the group chuckled in response except for JJ, who looked at the girl with concern as she stood. “However, I'm not wearing one at the moment but there's one in my bag.”

“Go put it on then.”

“Damn, Kie, be more aggressive, why don't ya.”

Grabbing her bag that she had thrown on the floor when she arrived, the strawberry blonde walked to the guest bathroom to change.

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“Who wants the last beer?” Pope asked, holding up a cold bottle of beer that had been sitting in the cooler. They had been out on the marsh for a few hours. The sun was blazing, causing a sheen of sweat to coat his dark skin. When nobody answered, he took that as a sign that nobody wanted it and placed it back in the cooler, taking the free spot next to Kie.

Serephina pulled off her overshirt, revealing her lilac bikini top, and leaned back, forgetting the dark reddish-purple bruises in the shape of fingers on her porcelain skin as she did. “Oh, my God. Seph, what happened to your arm?” John B asked, worry laced with his tone.

Panic shot through the girl’s body as she racked her brain for an excuse she could use to explain it away. “Holy shit, who manhandled you?” Kiara lifted her sunglasses off her eyes to get a better look.

“Had a little run-in with… with Rafe on my way to the chateau. He was in a pissy mood coming back from Barry’s.” She lied easily, her heart dropping to her stomach. She hated lying to them but she couldn’t tell them the real truth. They had enough going on. If they found out what happened at home, they’d lose it and she didn’t want that. She didn’t want to risk them getting into any kind of trouble, even if it meant continuing to put up with her parents.

Feeling eyes on her, she turned and locked eyes on the blonde across from her. His brows were knitted together in concentration, his mouth moving but no sound coming out, and his bright blue eyes focused on her arm. He looked up to meet her gaze, and she saw a look in his eyes that she knew all too well because she once wore that look when she finally pieced together all of JJ’s lies about his cuts and bruises. “I’m going to go for a swim.” She announced and stood up, slipping off her sandals and stood on the edge of the boat. “Anyone want to join?”

“I will.” JJ stood and jumped into the water without a second thought. Serephina followed a few moments later after one last look at the group. “Seph, come over here.”

Swimming over to the blonde, she pushed back the wet hair that covered her face. “J, don’t say anything, please.” Were the first words she spoke when she reached her best friend. She knew he knew and there was no point in trying to beat around the bush. “You can’t… you can’t say anything.”

“Serephina, I’m not going to just sit back and-”

“JJ, please!” She cut him off, desperation laced in her words. He couldn’t tell them, she couldn’t let him even try to tell them. “J, please. It’s really nothing, anyway.”

“I used to say that same thing and it got worse. So bad you connected the dots so easily and told the group and you all helped me. Why can't I do the same for you?”

“Because they have enough going on, J! I can't—won't—add another burden onto them.” Serephina looks back at the boat, seeing her friends laughing at something John B was doing. Looking up at the sky, she realized the sun was setting, and panic flooded her body. “Fuck, what time is it? Kie! What time is it?”

“Five minutes to seven!” She shouted and the strawberry blonde froze. It was a twenty-eight-minute walk back to her place, but the boat was ten minutes away from the dock. She wouldn't make it.

“No, no, no. Damn it.”

“What?”

“I have to get home, but it's going to take too long. Oh, fuck.”

“Seph, what’s gonna happen if you get home late?” She went quiet and looked away. She knew exactly what was going to happen, and it made her sick. “Hey, look at me. What's going to happen?”

“I can't tell you.”

“You can. I'm not going to pressure you but if you don't tell me, I'm going to try my hardest to get you to stay here.”

“J, please. I have to go.” Serephina squeezes her eyes shut for a long moment and turns to swim back to the boat but is still by a hand on her wrist. She flinched at the sudden contact but didn't pull away. She was safe with him. His touch sent warmth through her body and let her know she was safe with him, that she would always be safe with him. He would never do anything that would hurt her and she knew it; she trusted him. “JJ-”

“I won't let you go back to that house, baby. Not if they're going to hurt you.”

“Are you two coming or what? Seph needs to hurry and get home.” John B called out from the boat as he started it up. JJ looked at her with pleading eyes and she could see the fear hidden behind them. He was scared to let her go just as she had been when she first found out about him.

She remembered the moment she connected the dots. She had been lying in the hammock at the chateau listening to JJ explain why he had shown up with a busted lip and black eye. He explained he got into a fight with some Kooks, not naming names like he usually would. She was staring at him, her eyes focused on his hand that she noticed twitched whenever he lied. Nobody else, not even John B, seemed to pick up on that tell, but she did. He was lying, and she knew he was. He wasn't getting into some random Kooks every few days. He wasn't straining his wrist or ankle by crashing his bike—though that was possible with how he rode the damn thing. But no, it wasn't either of those things. She knew the excuses like the back of her hand. She's been giving them since the middle of eighth grade.

“Full of shit.” She muttered without thinking, her eyes traveling up to his face, his bright blue eyes staring back at her.

JJ had told her how his dad sometimes lashed out but assured her nothing was wrong when she asked if he had ever physically hurt him earlier that week when she cleaned up a cut under his left eye; his twitching hand gave away his lies. JJ showed up a few days later with a bust lip and black eye after being MIA for days was enough for her to connect the dots.

His dad was physically hurting him.

“What?” Kiara had been the one to ask, sitting up on the hammock, but Serephina had ignored her, her green eyes locked on JJ’s. “Seph?”

“Don't.” JJ pleaded softly.

He knew she knew. She was smart and was always the one to piece things together first in the group, so it was no surprise to him she noticed first.

“He didn't get into a fight with a Kook.”

“Serephina.” He warned, but she didn't listen.

“His dad did this. All those times he said he got into a fight or crashed his bike? He lied.”

“Is… is that true?” Pope asked the blonde.

Once the whole group knew, JJ snapped. He broke down and Serephina shocked everyone by holding him close. She let him cry into her chest until he couldn't anymore and when he tried to go home? She refused to let him go.

She couldn't—wouldn't—let him go back to that house, knowing his dad could be waiting for him to beat him up just for the fun of it.

“I won't let him hurt you again.”

“You can't stop it, Seph, okay? It happens, and it's not even anything to worry about.”

“You're full of shit and you know it. You go MIA for days and then show up practically covered in cuts and bruises. I won't risk losing you. Please just stay with John B for a while. Please.” She pleaded, her eyes glossed over with unshed tears, and her hand intertwined with his fingers, refusing to let go. The thought of letting go right now scared her.

“Alright, hey, alright. Don't cry, you're too pretty for that.”

“Shut up. Just come back inside.”

“Seph, please.” Snapping back to reality at the sound of his voice, she sighed. “Stay with John B—or Kie, for a few days, okay? You turn eighteen on Saturday and then we're getting you out of there.”

“It's not that easy, JJ.”

“I know it isn't, just humor me then.” He cracked a small smile, his eyes pleading.

“Okay, alright. Let's go talk to the others then.”

The two swim back towards the boat and, with the help of Kie and Pope, are pulled back in. “What took so long?” Kie questioned, passing Serephina a towel since it was getting cold.

“John B, you can turn off the boat. I need to tell you guys something.” The girl spoke nervously, sitting back down in her previous spot. She heard John B twist the key, shutting off the boat with ease and joined the group in the small cockpit. They all looked at her expectantly and JJ nodded his head, silently telling her it was okay to tell them. “I can't go home. My parents aren't good people. They used to be but I guess I was some obstacle in their life, and in my father's words, I was some mistake that they should've gotten rid of. The… the abuse used to be purely emotional, nothing physical until eighth grade.” She paused and looked at her best friends, all of them wearing a similar expression of shock.

They couldn't believe the words the girl was saying. Her parents had always seemed so nice when the teens would see them out and about. But they supposed nothing was as it seemed nowadays.

“It got physical at the beginning of eighth grade, it's why I distanced myself for a while and missed so much school. The bruises were everywhere. My dad went a little crazy, I guess you could say. My mom stayed with the emotional torment, but… he didn't. He just kept getting worse, and he still is. The point here is, I got in trouble this morning because my alarm didn't wake me up two hours before they did, which means I didn't clean up the downstairs and they were not happy. My dad wanted me home at 7:30, which is earlier than normal for him, even on a good day, and it scares me because the last time he wanted me home early, I was limping for a few days and not because… because he beat me.” Tears were slipping from her eyes, leaving behind stains where they trailed down her cheek. They all froze at the implication behind her words.

JJ reached out and locked his hand in with hers. She let out a shaky breath at the contact, warmth spreading through her body. His touch seemed to keep her grounded and calm as she explained what happened at home when she left the group.

“If I go home tonight, especially if I show up late, which is likely considering how long it takes to get there and the time, I don't know what he's going to do. And my mom wants me awake and waiting for her when she gets home at midnight and I don't know what she has planned, but I know it's not good. So, I'm wondering, if I could stay with one of you?”

Kiara was the first to speak. Tears lined her eyes. “You can stay with me.” Her voice was soft and broken, clearly distraught by the words her best friend had just spoken. “Seph, how- why did- God, I'm so sorry.”

“Kie, if you cry, I might not stop.”

“Can I hug you, please?” She asks, hesitating to move a little closer to the strawberry blonde.

“Yeah, just not for long. I'm still working on the touching thing,” Serephina removed her hand from the blondes to wrap her arms around the dark-haired girl, not caring that she was still soaking wet from the water. “Pope, don't even think about announcing a group hug.” She joked, her arms still wrapped around Kiara, the girl's touch comforting.

“Then hurry and finish this so I can hug you myself.”

Pulling away from Kiara, she moved over to Pope, her arms wrapping around his bare torso. “You're all sweaty.” She wrinkled her nose as if to say he also stunk.

“Are you sure it's not you?” Pope chuckled, his own arms circling the girl’s shoulders, holding her close. She had always been like a sister to him since meeting her and hearing all those things broke his heart. All he wanted to do was hide her away and protect her, but he couldn't do the best he could do was hold her close for a few moments.

“Po, release.” She mumbled after a minute, reluctant to let go of him herself because she felt safer than she's ever felt in a long time.

“Right. Sorry.”

“No, it's okay. I feel safe, safer than ever when you guys hug me, but John B is being quiet and I want to see why.” She whispered so only Pope could hear her. He nodded with a smile and moved out of the way so she could go over to John B. The man with brunette hair and sun-kissed highlights was staring at her, his tears remained unshed but made his eyes glossy. “Hey, come here.”

John B let her circle her arms around his waist and took a few seconds to compose himself so his arms could circle her shoulders and hold her close. “I'm sorry I didn't see it before. I shouldn't have ignored all the signs, but I was too scared to admit that another one of my best friends was being hurt by the people supposed to protect them.”

“It's okay, JB. I don't blame you for ignoring it, I would've if I was in your shoes.”

“No, you wouldn't. You are the one who called JJ out on his bullshit.” He reminded you.

“Good point, but let's not focus on that, okay? Let's just get back to having fun today,” Serephina pulls herself out of his grips and turns to the group. “I'm sorry for not telling you guys sooner. I didn't want to add more stress onto you.”

“You wouldn't have. We're best friends, Serephina, and we protect each other. We help each other and we don't keep secrets from one another, so let's all promise, again, that we won't keep secrets.” JJ stood next to the strawberry blonde, a hand resting on the small of her back, sensing that his touch kept her grounded during all this.

“No more secrets.” They all promised.

Once all seriousness of the situation was out of the way, they headed back to the chateau and talked about whatever came to mind. After a couple of hours, Pope, John B, and Kiara left to go get some food from the Wreck since John B hadn’t gone shopping, leaving JJ and Serephina lying in the hammock outside.

“Hey, thanks for making me tell the others. I think it’ll do good.” She whispered, breaking the silence between them. JJ sat up and reached for her hand. She let him grab it and intertwine their fingers, still surprised by how comforting and grounding his touch was.

��Yeah, of course. Couldn't stand to see you in pain anymore. I always thought that when you showed up wincing in pain, you had fallen on your way here, given how clumsy you can be. But today when I saw those marks on your arm, I knew something else was wrong and then I thought about how quickly you were able to figure out what was going on with me and it all just kind of clicked.” He explained, turning their hands so the back of her hand was facing up and used his free hand to trace random figures.

“I know, I watched you piece it together earlier. Kept hoping you wouldn't call me out so instead of taking that chance, I went for a swim expecting you to follow and you did.”

“Thought about doing it the second it clicked but it would've made it harder to get you to open up about it so when you asked if anyone wanted to join you in the water, I saw my opportunity to call you out and took it.”

“Well, thanks for that. I don't know if I would've ever told any of you if that hadn't happened.” She scooted closer to the blonde, their faces mere inches away from each other. “What would I do without your dumbass?”

He chuckled before saying, “Live the most boring life.”

“Hmm, I suppose that's true.”

“You suppose? That's- You hurt my feelings, babe.” He placed a hand over his heart to exaggerate his point, making the girl roll her eyes, laughing at his stupidity. “You know you love me, don't even- don't even try to deny it.”

“Maybe I do, maybe I don't. You might never know.” She shrugged, making her face all serious, trying her hardest not to smile but failed quickly, a grin tugging on her lips. He always made it hard to keep a straight face near him. Being around him allowed her to drop all the walls she put up at home. He made her smile more than she thought possible. The blonde leaned in closer with a warm smile. “What?”

“Nothing, just… it's just your smile—your real smile, is something I haven’t seen in a while. It's as beautiful as ever.” His voice was soft, the moon shone in his face making his eyes glow, and his smile grew a bit. “Absolutely beautiful.” His eyes traced the structure of her face, memorizing every blemish, every wrinkle, and every curve.

“What are you doing?” She asked, her voice sounding breathless.

His tongue darts out to wet his lips. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

She doesn't say anything, liking the feeling of him being close to her. The warmth radiating from his body was enough to calm her rapidly beating heart. At the feeling of his free hand cupping underneath her jaw, she closed her eyes and basked in the feeling of his breath fanning against her cheek. Serephina felt his lips brush against hers and a small whimper escaped from her throat.

Upon receiving that reaction from the girl, he pressed his lips against hers. She took a moment to respond but when she did, their lips moved in perfect sync, memorizing the feel and taste of each other. “So perfect,” He mumbled into her lips, breaking away to catch his breath.

“Kiss me again.” The blonde smiled, pressing his lips back on hers without thinking twice about it, his thumb caressing her cheekbone as he did.

Touch was something that didn’t come easy to the strawberry blonde but she could make an expectation for a few people. Mainly for him.

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tender-rosiey · 3 years

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Last part! Maybe👀

But the latest post was so pure that I started to tear up😭💕💕💕

Thnx alot it really was a bless and made me smile from the the rough week I had lately🥺❤

Okay lets get down to business~

From giving birth to how they took care of the child to raising him/her or maybe twins👀💕to growing up u can divide it to parts if u want i won't mind😊❤

Same characters Atsushi/Chuuya/Dazai

❥ BSD characters as parents

Includes: Dazai, Chuuya and Atsushi

ᴀ/ɴ: I am really glad you liked it, dear; I am honored that you find my writing as such and I hope everything gets better for you. I hope you like this as well and my apologizes it’s late; this was so heart-warming to write oml 🥺💘

Dazai Osamu:

Dazai would be terrified I tell you

Like what if he does something wrong that leads them down the path he loathes :(

That’s why you reassure him alongside your beautiful baby

Let’s say you had a girl cause I think a girl would help in making dazai be more smiley and affectionate cause you know how most girls when young like affection?

That’s why

Anyways so, the first months of raising said spawn of satan are like hell for our little brunette

I believe that what would happen is that our little girl would see him as the vomiting stop

So like if you fed her and gave her to dazai to help her burp then she will take it as the cue to vomit to which made dazai think she hated him

“But y/n she keeps crying and screaming when I hold her, she must hate me; she never does anything with you.”

One fateful day however he had to take care of his lovely daughter for a whole day

Cause you had enough of the bullshit of the house and decided to go on a hangout with your friends

So let’s see how he dealt with this, she was not accepting of him AT FIRST and he was on the verge of giving up

But dazai then started humming a song and gently cradling her and swaying her in his arms

Your little girl liked his voice and held his finger while he was calming her down and smiled

That made dazai’s day a lot brighter, but he managed to contain his excitement so he doesn’t scare her

And when you came home you found them sleeping and she was in his arms clinging to his chest as strong as she can 🥺

Now cause I am not going through her whole damn childhood I am gonna talk about her first step and first word

THE FIRST STEP HAPPENED WHEN you two were chilling like the good bad parents you are on the couch

And your daughter wanted to join you people cause apparently she was put on the naughty corner due to somehow spilling pink dye in the shampoo of your husband

So like the determined baby she is, she tried crawling but found out it’s taking too long

So she tried copying how you sweeties walk

And she did :D

So when you looked to her side to check up on her, you saw her walking to you with her arms in the air and then pulled dazai by his arms and told him that she is walking

And he whipped his head SO fast you were afraid he would snap his neck

He took lots of photos and videos

Now her first word was basically a competition between you dummies

“She will say dada first!”

“No, she will say mama first!”

“kukida!”

“…”

Great job, darling

And you both lost to a handsome and respectful blonde

Chuuya Nakahara:

S/N means son name btw 😚

“OH MY GOD Y/N HE LOOKS SO HANDSOME!”

chuuya sweetie we don’t scream beside a newborn child and a woman who just gave birth

I honestly think he would be g r e a t with children

Like sometimes he does take care of Q I believe and he gets along fairly well with Kenji

Who wouldn’t get along with kenji

Anyways he would be so excited and proud of the child you gave birth to

And he was basically fangirling

Chuuya and his kid will get along so well, like your baby would just beam whenever chuuya comes home

Also fight me if you think Chuuya Nakahara wouldn’t take millions and billions of photos and videos of his children

A L L OF HIS CHILDREN

Be it eldest, middle or the youngest of them

He views them as treasures that should be valued every single moment

awie, I love soft chu chu

Now onto the memories

THE FIRST STEP

Yes you are only getting the two major events, deal with it you lovely people

As i was saying

THE FIRST STEP HAPPENED WHEN YOU AND CHUUYA WERE IN A MEETING

And your kiddo missed you two :(

So what did he do?

Be a champion like his dad said

Tried his best to walk to the meeting room and he did

Did the guards stop him?

They just went soft and opened the door for him like he is a damn boss

And then you felt something tug at your leg and giggle

I will let you imagine how the rest of the meeting went with chuuya carrying you both excited about his kid’s first step

The first word was not something with a good aftermath for chuuya however—

“Dazai that absolutely and utterly shitty shithead!”

“Shitheath!”

“Shit”

“Shit!”

“NO STOP REPEATING AFTER ME! AT LEAST SAY DADA!”

Cue you entering

“Hey S/N!”

“Shit!”

“WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT?!”

“Dada!”

“CHUUYA NAKAHARA I AM GONNA KILL YOU!”

“Oh shit! Dada!”

Atsushi Nakajima:

Nnnnnn

I believe he would have a girl

Cause he is such a girl magnet

Like kyoka and lucy

Reminds me of midoriya in that aspect

Anyways he would be so nervous to hold her but excited

Like “y/n I wanna hold her so bad but what if I drop her? :(“

He does end up holding her and crying tears of joy

What a cutie <3

Anyhow your daughter would cling to him like a koala and would only leave him when hungry or she absolutely misses you

He doesn’t wanna let go either honestly

BUT COME ON

YOU DIDNT STAY IN LABOR AND CARRIED HER FOR NINE MONTHS IN YOUR STOMACH TO END UP NOT HOLDING HER

Most of the time you would find them playing with each other

Your daughter also squishes his cheek a lot

That was a sweet introduction

Almost too sweet

Let me ruin it

THE FIRST STEP

The great uncle dazai had came to pay a visit to his lovely ‘nephew’ and subordinate

“Hello Atsushi and Y/N! I came to look at my beautiful and gorgeous nephew! :D”

Which brings me to the point that your daughter adores dazai with her whole heart

So she was sitting playing until she saw him and got so happy she stood up and walked towards him clumsily

The three of you malfunctioned

Dazai was so happy tho 🥺

She loves him that much? Plz that’s too much for his poor heart

He picked her up and spun her around

“AHHH SHE WALKED HER FIRST STEPS BECAUSE OF ME! YOHOOO!”

Meanwhile you and your husband are just staring at each other in confusion

Her first word was the classical mama but how and why she said it was absolutely heartwarming

So she was sitting in the lap of atsushi as he was showing her pictures of stuff so she can get to say anything

And then he reached the word queen with its picture

“And this is queen.”

“Mama!”

“Hehe, it’s a queen.”

“Mama!”

“Yeah, mama is a queen!”

“Yay!”

He was so happy cause he managed to film it and showed it to you

Let your reaction be of your choice <3

do not copy or plagiarize or you will be reported

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garbinge · 2 years

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Unfair

Frank Castle x OC Georgia Madden

Summary: Georgia reached her breaking point and let it all rain down on Frank, in the aftermath he comforts her.

Warnings: Mentions of trauma and pain, nothing in deep detail but enough to get the point across.

A/N: This is pure coping for me. I had a day and figured I’d use one of my favorite fictional murdering comfort characters to help me through it. Enjoy xo.

Word Count: 1k.

She felt the tears sting at her eyes, burning in her throat. Frustration. It never made any fucking sense. When she was a kid, she was told crying was weakness, tears were a sign of defeat. But every time she tried to explain that she wasn't sad. Wasn’t depressed. Wasn’t down. She was frustrated. Fed up. Angry. No one believed her.

The situation, although different every time was like repeating the same shitty cycle. It was unfair for everyone.

For her dad; who was unaware surely of the pain and annihilated mental state he left his daughter in day after day. That’s what she at least told her self, he wouldn’t have wanted to see her suffer like this, but maybe it was just too hard for her to place the blame.

For her; how the memory of her father just dropped in, left a sea of destruction in its path wherever it went and left just as quickly as it arrived. Leaving the wreck behind for her to clean up. Which felt more like shoving things into the closet for someone (her) to deal with at a later time, that never seemed to come.

For those around her; aka Frank. They were the ones who got the brunt end of the anger and frustration. There was never an explanation, just a lash out, a look for an escape and a glimmer of hope that maybe someone else would put in the work and fix it for her. It might’ve been the worse for them, because they were just the innocent bystanders of her destruction.

She stared at the man she just got into a screaming match with. All those thoughts swirling around her mind as she figuratively stood in the destruction of it all. It was almost as if it was what she wanted. An excuse to get angry. An excuse to boil over past her point. A legitimate reason, something tangible to let the anger find it’s home in. It was nearly the fifth time today the thoughts snuck into her head and she had enough. The nap did nothing, the bath just sweated out her initial animosity, probably just tiring her out from the physicality of the boiled up trauma. But mentally, she was staring at Frank ready to fucking rumble.

“I ain’t gonna fight with you.” His gruff voice was firm.

“Don’t back down now, Rough Rider.” She scoffed at him, one eyebrow raised. “Come on, aren’t you The Punisher?”

Georgia was now poking the bear but Frank just nodded, accepting her attitude.

“Fuck you, Frank.” The girl turned around letting her hair whip around as she retreated to her room.

Frank stood his place letting her settle for a couple minutes before he followed after her. He opened the door that the woman had just recently slammed and saw her curled up in bed, again. Her body was shaking and suddenly a little sob managed to sneak it’s way through the silence. He made his way over to the other side of the bed and bent down so he was eye level with her.

His hand made it’s way to push the hair out of her face, letting the tears stay on her cheeks and stain them. He wasn’t there to take the pain away, he wasn’t there to help her through it, he was just there to be there. Comfort. In the end, this was her job to tackle, or for her to continue this cycle of shutting down.

“I’m sorry.” The two words stumbled out of her mouth inbetween sobs.

She opened her eyes and she saw Frank. Like really saw him. Up close. The scars from past fights, the marks of the new ones from their recent adventures together.

“You look like shit.” She managed to let out a chuckle.

“Hey, I thought you were apologizing.” He let his mouth curve into a smile.

“We’re some pretty fucked up individuals, aren’t we?” She asked moving her hand to wrap around his chiseled face.

He leaned into her touch ever so slightly, he didn’t close his eyes, almost as if he was punishing himself, not letting himself fully sink into the bliss of the moment because he knew he didn’t truly deserve it. But that was his own cross to bear and he was a lot better at bottling it in and keeping people out than the woman in front of him, no matter what tough guy act she put on.

“I hear it builds character.” His deep voice offered some comedic advice.

“I wish I could hide my shit like you do.” Her voice wasn’t broken up anymore and her sobs had slowed, she turned over now, letting her back be fully cushioned by the bed and her eyes drift to the ceiling.

“You don’t wish that.” Frank said as he settled next to her in bed, taking his arm behind her head and bringing her close to his chest.

“You cross over to my side of the line, you don’t get to come back from there. Ever.” He was more serious than ever. “Only way out is to find something you care about.”

His grip got tighter around her and she cuddled into him.

“This your way of telling me you care about me, Castle?”

A smile formed on his mouth since he knew where her head was situated on his chest, she couldn’t see it.

Their problems weren’t exactly fixed, they didn’t even get a chance to really talk about it. But maybe right now another bandaid on the problem was all she needed. Another person to help her hold the closet door shut as she piled up and hid more and more destruction in it. And Frank would allow it one more time.

It was unfair, for both of them now. He said nothing, just let the silence take over the room. He couldn’t let the words form out of his mouth, it’d make it too real, and he would feel too damn guilty but being a man of action, he did let his hand move up and down Georgia’s arm after her question. Enough to let her know that Frank Castle loved her and he’d do anything for her.

#frank castle x reader #Frank Castle x oc #Frank castle #the punisher #the punisher x oc #punisher #punisher x oc #comfort #marvel #netflix marvel #netflix the punisher

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insomniacwritersblog · 3 years

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the friendships between the five girls in murder most unladylike are really important and here's why

this will contain SPOILERS for all nine books in the mmu series, so read at your own risk

*cracks knuckles* i don't actually crack my knuckles, but this is probably gonna be long, so settle in

ever since once upon a crime came out i've been back on my mmu bullshit, and i was thinking about how good and important the friendships between daisy, hazel, kitty, beanie and lavinia are, and how much they all support each other, which is so important. here's why

kitty: i'm starting with kitty, because out of all of them, she has the most solid support unit in her family. she has a nice middle class life, with a nice family. her parents also seem to have a pretty solid and healthy relationship (in top marks for murder, we find out her mother is pregnant, and given that kitty and her sister are already in their teens, this indicates that their parents have a pretty healthy sexual relationship; obviously pregnancy can happen easy, but i hope you get the point). anyway. in jolly foul play, kitty's younger sister "runs away", which kitty is worried about given that her sister had been involving herself in the fallout of the murder and the gossip about the older pupils at the school. the rest of her friends help find her sister. i can't think of many other instances where the murder cases get personal for kitty, but when she needs her friends, they're there for her. another note, kitty is really protective and close with beanie, and has beanie stay with her during the christmas holidays while her parents are away because beanie's mother is ill (this is in the case of the missing bunbreak which is a short story - also! - kitty gets beanie a dictaphone because beanie isn't so good at writing stuff up)

beanie: out of all of them, beanie is the one that seems to value her friends the most, and this really shows. most obviously is in jolly foul play, when beanie knowingly puts herself between her friends and the girl they just discovered is the murderer. beanie. who originally has this nickname because she is physically small. she ends up in the school hospital afterwards, but she was able to protect her friends. beanie's friends are also very protective of her, probably because she is so loveable, which we see in top marks for murder. remember when her dad shows up by himself, and beanie is freaked out because she had recently seen a man strangle/attempting to strangle a woman in the woods? she goes running off, and her friends go after her and hug her and reassure her. good stuff.

lavinia: lavinia as a character is complicated, but here we go. she is very much the "gruff character with a heart of gold" character, but it feels pretty reasonable. in the very first paragraph of the first book, it is mentioned that lavinia comes from a "broken home" i.e. her parents are divorced. i think we find this out even before we find out hazel is chinese. so yeah, given that divorce was pretty uncommon in the 30s, escpecially among wealthier people, i think this affected lavinia pretty hard, and as a result of the fallout from her parents' marriage, she decided she didn't need anyone (this is my interpretation, take it or leave it, but i have proof. it's mentioned that lavinia has older brothers, so i think even when she was a child growing up, lavinia didn't have the experience of parents who loved her and each other, that their marriage was on the rocks for a while, and eventually they decided to just end with divorce, damn the repurcussions, damn the fact that it will be a talking point at their daughter's school). she also doesn't have a significant best friend, which must feel kind of lonely in her dorm because kitty and beanie are best friends, as are daisy and hazel. but she's not entirely a lone wolf, even if it seems like it at first. daisy and hazel's first case is finding lavinia's tie, because lavinia asked them for help. when daisy inducts lavinia into the detective society in the fourth book, it's because lavinia asked to be part of it, and even though she mocks daisy's solemn rituals, hazel notes that she seems pleased to be part of it. when daisy and hazel come back to school at the start of the book, lavinia makes a "we didn't really miss you" comment, but hazel can tell she doesn't mean it. hazel also notes that lavinia seems pleased when the others tell her and daisy about lavinia being good at tennis; this contrasts with the tennis exhibition scene later in the book when her father's fiancée is cheering her on. essentially, lavinia's rejection of parental figures means that she probably values her friends all the more, and the support they give her. a couple of instances of her being a good friend to the others that stick out as well: in jolly foul play, when kitty's sister binny is found, and binny says she is hungry, lavinia is the one to give her some chocolate. lavinia also decides to crash at kitty's during the christmas holidays rather than spend them with her father and his fiancée. this has got too long, let's move on.

daisy: a bit like lavinia, daisy can be a bit mean to/reject others, which i think comes down to her confidence and self-assurance. these are great personality traits, don't get me wrong, but there can be downsides to them. for example, in jolly foul play, daisy feels less self-assured about her friendship with hazel because hazel and alexander have started to write to each other after meeting on the orient express (i'd also point out that this is at a time when daisy probably needs support more than ever because she and her family are probably still dealing with the aftermath of the murder and murder trial, which was probably quite a big deal). at one point, hazel sees daisy making lists and writing notes about the murder, the things that hazel usually does during an investigation. we can put this rejection of friendship with hazel down to daisy's insecurity. even earlier in the series is arsenic for tea, where i can think of two significant moments. firstly, daisy and hazel see her mother secretly making out with a man that is not daisy's father. rough, which is why afterwards hazel comforts her. the second instance is when daisy and hazel overhear a conversation between the butler and daisy's father, and without complete context, it seems to confirm that daisy's father is the murderer. at first daisy won't acknowledge it, and hazel has to practically put the words in her mouth, which is a pretty tense and emotional moment. it's not really an argument, but hazel has to force her best friend to confront the fact that her father may have committed a murder, which again ties into her self-assurance. in the first book, hazel writes about the honourable daisy wells; popular, pretty, clever, the daughter of a lord. she is storybook perfect, but in the second book, we see that things aren't as perfect as they seem. daisy finds out her mother's infidelity, and later fears that the father she adores may be a murderer. her self-assurance about that everything in her life is golden begins to falter, and so she relies on herself and her friends to work through the murder case. daisy is also a good friend though, especially to hazel. yes, she can be mean and teasing sometimes, but ultimately she is a good friend. when hazel's grandfather dies in a spoonful of murder, the first thing we hear daisy say about it is "i guess i'm coming to hong kong then". hazel needed daisy and daisy is there for her. daisy comforts hazel through grief over her loss, jealousy about her new baby brother, and guilt about the subsequent kidnapping and murder that takes place. and in death sets sail? daisy saves the life of hazel's youngest sister may. literally, because may is maybe seven or eight, and probably can't swim. hazel and her family and everyone else is panicking, but daisy kind of just runs straight into the situation, never mind the danger, she has to save hazel's sister. and she does. also a couple of things to note about this scene, when daisy turns to look back just before she goes overboard, hazel wonders if it was because amina was watching, and daisy wanted to impress her. but hazel also hears daisy say her name just before she goes overboard. in that scene, through all the stress daisy was thinking about hazel, her friend, and saving her friend's little sister.

hazel: finally, we come to hazel. out of all of them, maybe even more than beanie, i would say that hazel values her friends the most. for the obvious reason, her family lives on another continent, and therefore it's important to have some strong connection with the people she does have near to her. at first it's just kind of necessity? when she first comes to deepdean, hazel is shy and no-one really talks to her, and she is pretty much just a sort of curiosity, very much the "other". it is after daisy watches hazel's failed experiment in fitting in with the other girls, and realises how she is clever and observant and puts on an act for others (which hazel also recognises in daisy), that daisy decides that they're going to be friends. it's also my theory that this then leads to kitty, beanie and lavinia befriending her a bit more. while they probably weren't unkind or r*cist to her, they probably let the "otherness" of hazel's ethnicity and nationality act as a barrier to properly getting to know her, which was probably exacerbated by the fact that hazel is quite introverted (compared to amina for example, who is very outgoing and lively, which meant that everyone at deepdean immediately loved her - there is something to be said about the fact that people probably didn't regard amina with the same amount of "otherness" because if they can have a asian pupil at their school, why not an african one?). hazel is also a kind person, which makes her a good friend to the others. near the end of death sets sail, she helps look for the cook's brooch which had been a gift from daisy, and later comforts kitty about not having a boyfriend. but hazel also relies on her friends, and they support her. when hazel's grandfather dies and her father wants her to come home, she insists on having daisy with her. kitty tells hazel about the fact that alexander is clearly pining for her. in the first book when everyone is discussing the teacher that has gone missing (because she's been murdered) beanie brings up a rumour that the teacher is "an agent for the East" then panics and apologises to hazel (something hazel notes that only beanie would think to do). there are other facets of hazel and her friendships, that i could explore, but i am tired and this has gone on long enough.

if you have reached the end, congratulations. hopefully you enjoyed this essay length ramble about female friendships in the murder most unladylike series

#murder most unladylike #robin stevens #daisy wells #hazel wong #mmu #kitty freebody #lavinia temple #beanie martineau

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sorryimanon · 4 years

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Character: Katsuki Bakugou

Warnings/tags: heart warming fluff, language, and suggestive themes

Word count: 2.5k

In which your boyfriend takes it upon himself to pamper you on his day off.

Author’s note: some self indulgent fluff. this is a continuation of dad!bakugou and torch daughter. there will be more. enjoy :)

D/N= daughters name

Katsuki heavily relied on you to babysit your rambunctious four year old daughter during the days when he'd be on patrol from dusk till dawn. Very rarely would he be home before the two of you tucked yourselves in for the night, leaving him to eat the leftovers from dinner alone at the table. As sad as it is, it didn't bother you in the slightest. In fact, knowing Katsuki was keeping the crime rate of Japan low, you were more than happy to become a stay at home mom. Most of your friends tried to talk you out of it, but you were already settled after giving your two weeks notice at your low paying job. Waking up and seeing your daughter first thing in the morning is better than staring blankly at a bright screen all day behind a musty wall, running on nothing but decaf coffee, and sluggishly going to and fro like a zombie.

Ever since your daughter manifested her quirk, you’ve been trying your best to maintain her sudden outbursts while at home. The doctor prescribed it as Torch: the ability to become a human torch and ignite flames throughout your body and fingertips. For now d/n is only capable of setting herself on fire, using the flames as a barrier to protect her from any harm instead of combating. However, sometimes she'll forget to extinguish herself, having you to manually use an actual fire extinguisher on her. Burn marks would litter the outskirts of your shirts, the aftermath ash smudged on your face, and the tiny hairs on your forearms long gone after handling d/n.

Your boyfriend appreciates the way how you compose yourself around d/n, not allowing the temptation to fling the little gremlin out the window prevail, because if the roles were reversed it'd be a whole different story. Sometimes he sits back in his desk chair, after a long night of meandering around the city, and tries to remember the last time you were properly treated. Of course, Katsuki never fails to remind you day and night he loves you through his actions, some including selfish indulgence late at nights, but all in all he didn't lack being the hopeless romantic counterpart for you. He wanted you to take a break from it all, have him handle the at home duties and the slimy daughter. Leaning back against the chair with his brows furrowed slightly, he began to mentally plan out your day already.

It was a Friday when Katsuki forced himself out of the comfortable security that is your arms and walked with light feet to his daughters bedroom. Today is his day off, so he has to make sure everything goes smoothly or else he's going to have more burn marks on his office desk.

He didn't bother knocking first and saunters in the familiar space, the faint snores from d/n somehow relaxing him. Her walls were freshly painted a light shade of blue, the contrast not too saturated to peel the attention away from her posters that covered every inch of her room, all of which were pictures of his prohero colleagues. D/N had to beg for her father to purchase a Deku poster, one of which she saw don display when the both of you brought her to the mall for a quick trip. He internally cringes every time he makes eye contact with the lifeless eyes of Deku when he enters her room.

Katsuki neared his daughter and kneeled down to where his head was leveled with hers, chuckling lightly when finding a small pool of drool collecting on her cheek.

"Wake up little shit," he whispers, nudging her uncovered shoulder with his knuckles, startling her eyes to flutter open. D/n nearly gasped at the sight of her father. The covers that were wrapped snuggly around her fell at the foot of her bed when she jolted up in surprise, eyes brimming with excitement.

"It's today right? Mommy's day!" Katsuki covered her mouth with his abnormally large hand, not wanting her obnoxious voice to blow their cover.

"Yes, but you're gonna have to be quiet for daddy. Don't want to spoil the surprise for mommy, you understand ya little brat?"

Hand still attached to her mouth, d/n nodded her head feverishly, hands clenched into tiny fits. Once he thinks she's shimmered down a little, he finally removes his hand and motions her to follow him.

Meanwhile in the other room, you were still fast asleep, limbs not once switching from their position over the cozy blanket. The chill breeze from the propped window regulated your body temperature nicely, along with the beautiful songs sung by the birds that reside in the trees close by. You stirred awake momentarily, feeling the loss of a presence that's usually laying beside you during these times of slumber. Katsuki's side was empty, the indent from his body molded onto the foam mattress, leaving you to believe he woke up not that long ago.

After convincing yourself to leave the comfort of your bed, you decided to search for the missing blonde. You crack open the door to a weird combination of radio music blaring throughout the house, and the delicious smell of something cooking in grease. It's no doubt your boyfriends doing. He always likes to impress you with how skillful he is in the kitchen. He hasn't made a dish you disliked yet nor will he allow himself to do so.

Standing side by side, minus the height difference, d/n and Katsuki both were too immersed in their cooking to notice you leaning against the island counter, trying very hard to not cry instantly at the sight in front of you. Watching them interact together was definitely something you'd be treasuring for the years to come.

A rush of savory and sweetness infiltrated your senses, the scent strong enough to knock you back to sleep. As if he read your mind overnight, Katsuki took it upon himself to prepare your favorite breakfast dishes. The dinner table made for three already set by none other than d/n, who currently looked proud at her work and craftsmanship. A large vase was propped in the center, a collection of vibrant flowers stuffed to the brim, the water inside almost overflowing. Attached to one of the stems of the flowers was a tag, the handwriting sloppy and hard to decipher.

To my dumbass, love ya - K.B

You felt the delicate touch of your daughter wrapping her hand around yours, giving it a slight tug before pulling you into the kitchen again. Katsuki flicked his gaze to you now, flashing the same mischievous grin you grew to love. his hands simultaneously worked on the food while taming the animal, that is indeed your daughter, from bumping into the pan handles.

"What's all this for?" You asked, the question directly appointed to both your boyfriend and daughter.

"Oh, so I can't treat my sexy girlfriend to a good meal?" he teased while setting the burners to low, letting the food cool off before plating it. Your daughter audibly gagged at the comment and swatted Katsuki's arm.

D/N's tiny legs were faster than yours and reached the cabinet where the plates and cutlery were stored at. To her dismay, the cabinet was higher than she anticipated. trying her best to waiver down the disappointment as she climbed on the sleek marble counter top, losing her footing here and there. Katsuki caught her in time before she misplaced her footing and almost toppled onto the floor.

"May I need to remind you not to climb on the damn counter tops anymore d/n?" he scolded as he put her down before grabbing enough plates for everyone.

Pursing her lips tightly, she crossed her arms and said, "But if I'm going to be a future hero then I have to battle my way through tough obstacles!"

U.A's immense training and work studies came in handy when dealing with d/n's hard headed ideologies. It's been a stressful reoccurrence, having to constantly teach her the importance of being a hero at such a young age. Her impulsive tendencies mirrored the blondes old habit of taking action before thinking. But there was always a saying when storing away your fear and facing danger head on.

"That's true, but sometimes a little teamwork wouldn't hurt. Your father should know a thing or two about that when he was a young U.A student," you said as you patted her head.

"What'd you say shitty woman? Talking crap so early in the morning already?" a strange popping sound alerted you to turn around, only to find Katsuki flaring his flashy quirk with a glare that could splice you open.

But his alarming gaze wasn't the thing that was scaring you at the moment.

"WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT USING YOUR QUIRK IN THE HOUSE! YOU'RE GONNA SET OFF THE FIRE ALARM AGAIN, IDIOT!"

You thought the smorgasbord of a breakfast was the last of your boyfriends romantic gestures, but you should've known better once he demanded you to change out of your sleep attire and into something to wear outside. Not thinking twice about where he was dragging you to, including daughter, you decided to play it safe. He approved on your choice of ripped jeans, synthetic tank top, and thrown on cardigan once heading off to the car.

The car ride to the mysterious destination was short lived as your boyfriend pulled up into the driveway of his old house. Mitsuki stood waiting by the threshold of the doorway, waving her fingers sweetly to whom you can only assume was you and not her only son. She stepped off the porch once Katsuki shifted the car in park, unlocking the doors as well. His mother reached the side where d/n stayed strapped in her seat and yanked the door open.

"Ah my little princess! How have you been? I missed you so much!" She unbuckled d/n's seat belt and flattened her in a tight hug, squeezing till her eyes popped out. "I can't wait to spend the weekend with you baby girl! Are you excited to have a little fun with grandma?!"

"Calm the fuck down, you're gonna kill her if you keep squeezing!" Katsuki's voice boomed out of the window.

"Oh pipe down you little shit I'm not harming her! Also don't talk to me like that! You're old enough to treat me with some respect by now!"

"SHUT UP YOU OLD HAG! JUST TAKE THE LITTLE GREMLIN AND GO!"

After the heated exchange, Katsuki eventually calmed down and drove the two of you back to the house in complete silence. It was quite a shift in a sense of environment wise. By now d/n would be begging you to make her some pudding or pour her a cup of lemonade, then place yourselves in front of the tv watching a random kids program till evening. Tonight you lend the torch to your boyfriend, allowing whatever devious plan he conjured up to unfold.

Before you could shuffle into your shared bedroom, Katsuki placed his calloused hands onto your cramped shoulders. Merely centimeters from your ear, he laid a chaste kiss on the area beneath it, smiling at your innocent reaction to his sudden actions and nuzzled into the crook of your neck. You smelt the familiar scent of caramel and men’s soap, both of which you undoubtably loved when combined.

“Suki?” Upon hearing his nickname, Katsuki quirked an eyebrow at you. “What’s with all the romantic gestures lately? Cooking my favorite breakfast, the flowers, and our daughter. Don’t get me wrong, I love her! It’s just nice not to worry about if she’ll set the curtains on fire again.”

You felt the vibrations of him chuckling behind you.

“Isn’t it obvious? I just want to fuck the shit out of you,” you sat paralyzed by his bluntness. his tuft hair tickled the underside of your chin, earning him an acute giggle from you. “I’m just kidding, pretty face. I figured you needed a weekend where you just relax and did nothing. Let me do all the work. That’s including getting rid of the brat.”

Shifting in his arms to where you can face him, you can now see the adoration oozing from usual heated glare of his vermillion eyes, the scowl long gone and replaced with a soften feature not so many from the outside can witness. To think this was the man you devoted yourself and love for, to allow him to bare witness anything and everything you endure. He’s a man of showing his compassion through his actions, not lousy words of affirmations that anyone could sputter out and proclaim its love. No, he reflects back everything right with the world, even when you felt the weight of it searing through your system, dragging it down with you. The same explosive blonde awaits patiently by the opening for you to enter, no matter how long it’ll take for you to accept his love. Because he’ll be there. Waiting.

And here he is waiting. In your arms to repeat those three words you made out from watching the movement of his lips.

The words leave your mouth effortlessly, the proclamation hanging in the air between you two.

“I love you too, Katsuki. Thank you so much, for everything.” Like so, you kiss the plump flesh of his lips, the same inflammation of your heart burning as before. The strong muscle of his tongue prods your entrance, practically begging by licking your bottom lip. Katsuki grabbed your chin as gentle as he could muster, titling it for a better leverage to explore your mouth in return. Your hands trailed across the defining shape of his collarbones, rubbing any part of his body so that your fingers remained busy. Both of you hum in satisfaction, relishing in the feeling of the intimate moment. To your disliking, he removes his lips from yours and hovers instead, panting from the mini-make out session seconds ago.

“I’m going to marry you some day, mark my words. So don’t act fucking stupid when I pop the question,” he hotly proclaims, not once removing those piercing red eyes from yours. That’s when you knew he wasn’t bullshitting. If there’s one thing you learned about Katsuki over the years of dating, is that he doesn’t throw out promises in the air nonchalantly without keeping them. You can vaguely hear the ominous sound of wedding bells in your ears.

“Sounds intriguing. I always wanted to see you in a suit and tie.”

“Ya know, maybe someday might be tomorrow-.”

You cut him off with a scorching peck, making his eyes widen and dilate with every given second you laid your lips onto his. “Shut up babe and ravish me already.”

A mischievous grin forms on his mouth as he links his arms around the back of your knees and hoists you over his shoulder. He erupted into fits of laughter after hearing you squeak from the abruptness. The door to your shared bedroom came into view, your boyfriend kicking it with his free foot before entering through the threshold.

“You’re in for a long night sweetheart. Now that our daughter isn’t here, I’m not holding back on anything,” he threatens as he lays you down on the comforter.

Another thing you learned from your relationship. Katsuki is always true to his word.

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New York City Standard (Veronica Lodge x Reader)

“Hermione, thank you so much for inviting to come and stay with you. Riverdale is an absolutely charming little town,” you thanked your exgirlfriend’s mother. Technically, you and Veronica had never broken up when she left New York, but she had essentially stopped talking to you. You understand that it was hard for her, but now that her father was out of the picture once again, things should have been easier for the two of you to rekindle what you had before.

“The pleasure is mine. It’s been far too long dear. How have you been?” Hermione asked you. She had always liked you. Hiram, on the other hand, hated you and the fact that your ambitions didn’t necessarily benefit your family’s business. You were your own person and you’d definitely influenced Veronica a bit to seek out her own path, which he hated.

“Very well. I’ve been accepted into Columbia for a pre-law program and if all goes well with that, I’ll have my choice at a number of ivy leagues for an official law program,” you told her. “Has Veronica mentioned college?”

“She has been a bit reluctant to speak with me lately. I’m hoping that you will remind her of a better time.” Hermione led you through their home and knocked on a door. “Mija, you have a visitor.”

“Okay, just a second!” Veronica called back. Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of her voice, a sense of nostalgia taking over. You smiled a little as Hermione walked away and you were left standing in front of Veronica’s door. She opened it up and paused for a moment, almost as if she couldn’t believe that you were standing in front of her. “Y/n?”

“Hello Veronica, may I come in?” you asked and Veronica stepped aside. You noticed two people sitting in her bed, a boy on her bed and a girl sitting hunched over a book.

“Um, guys this is Y/n Y/l/n, she was my best friend in New York. Y/n, this is Betty and my boyfriend, Archie,” Veronica introduced you. You offered both of them smiles, even as they both eyed you suspiciously. “She’s nothing like Nick. In fact, she probably hates him more than anyone else.”

“Veronica, I see that you’re busy, but when you’re free, I’d love to go to dinner. It’s been far too long since we’ve had quality time, lovely.” You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the corner of Veronica’s mouth. “It was nice to meet the two of you. Hopefully, we will become better acquainted during my visit.”

“How long are you staying?” Veronica asked you and you shrugged.

“I don’t really know yet, but hopefully by the time I leave, we’ll have arrangements for you to come into the city with me. It’s been horribly boring without you.”

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“You know, Archie is suspicious of your intentions being here,” Veronica said as the two of you sat in her living room having some drinks. “He thinks you’re here to steal me away from him.”

“Technically, he’s the thief. We never really broke up, you just stopped answering,” you pointed out. Veronica looked down, guilt evident on her face. “I’m not mad though, that was a whole shit show of a situation. I also didn’t really expect for you to be that into me.”

“Excuse me?”

“I was always like your little show pony. The progressive streak to distract from the fact that everybody assumed your family was corrupt. They don’t care about embezzling whenever the golden daughter is dating the troubled black sheep from the business rival family. It’s a miracle that your dad didn’t try to have me whacked or something after he caught us kissing.”

“Too obvious, and he wasn’t the only one who saw that,” Veronica told you. You sighed as you took a sip of your drink before setting it down on the table. “Besides, where is your evidence I didn’t beg him not to kill you? I meant it when I told you that I love you Y/n.”

“Yeah, but if you said it again, would you still mean it?” you asked her. Veronica sighed and you laughed at her.

“What’s funny?” Veronica asked you.

“The golden boy found the golden girl. You’re just golden by New York City Standards. He’d crumble against the concrete if you weren’t behind him.”

“And let me guess, you’d soar from building top to building top?”

“Damn right Lodge.”

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“Why is she still here?” Archie asked as you walked into Pop’s. “Veronica, you said she went back to the city Friday.”

“She did, I watched her plane take off,” Veronica promised him. She was puzzled as to why you were there, but the second she saw the familiar mauve box in your hands, she knew what was going on. “You’re a character, you know.”

“I’ve been told, but you wouldn’t refuse the best pastry in New York City, would you?” You held the box out towards Veronica. She took it from you and nodded at the empty spot in the booth across from her and Archie. “Afternoon Andrews.”

“We’re sort of on a date here, if you don’t mind,” Archie said, his voice sounding agitated.

“Oh no, I don’t mind one bit,” you laughed melodically. Archie muttered something under his breath and Veronica smiled as she saw the heart shaped scone. “I would have brought you coffee, but it would have gone cold. I dropped grounds off at your house though on my way here.”

“Of course you did,” Archie scoffed. “You know that you can’t win her by buying her love. Maybe you could have before, but not anymore.”

“I am not trying to buy her love Andrews. I’m giving a gift to my best friend. She doesn’t get to the city very often and I know that this place is her favorite. I’m sure if you were moved away from your home, you’d want someone to bring you Pop’s?”

“Let’s go Veronica.” Archie got out of the booth and you set the money for his order on the table.

“It’s on me, sorry for ruining your meal. Veronica, I assure you it’s not what I mean to do,” you promised her.

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“You really are an asshole,” Veronica said as she caught you coming out of your hotel. “Archie is nice and I was happy before you showed up.”

“Veronica, I’m sorry. I really am,” you told her. She grabbed your arm and tugged you away from your cab. “I’ve got a plane to catch.”

“Is there room for one more?” Veronica asked you. “I want to go with you to the city. Even if it’s just for a little bit, I miss it. This place has made me soft. I’m not up to standard.”

“Maybe you were always a bit soft and that’s why I liked you,” you suggested. “Maybe you could make me soft and that’s why I fell in love with you.”

“Then, let me come with you for your sake,” Veronica offered. You nodded and opened the car door for her.

“About your boyfriend?” you asked Veronica as you turned your head to look at her.

“He hasn’t been my boyfriend since you crashed our date. Jughead is dealing with that aftermath and Betty’s just telling me not to screw this up too badly a second time,” Veronica said and you smiled a little. “I think she liked you too.”

“So, when you find yourself coming back here, I’m allowed to call and visit you?” you asked and Veronica nodded. “Good.”

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