#each of my moms siblings have 2 or 4 kids

[reticent-writer]

Hey! Well, actually, I really like the set of stories about Teen!Reader and Alostor where the reader is classified as an assistant, I would like a story that shows how they met and how they get to the point where they consider him an assistant and their confidence to say him dad? Thank you, I'm sorry if the request was very long. (Writing this I remembered the fight Alastor and Lucifer had over Charlie about who she calls Dad, I felt it would still be a good scenario for indignation)

An: I had a storyboard for this exact thing but its messy and if you don't know me you probably wouldn't understand how my mind works but basically i have ocs for this

This took a bit longer because it happens before Alastor and reader dies plus I gave reader a family so...... some basic info

Y/n was born into a family that was picture perfect on the outside

father was a factory worker Mother was a dressmaker

Doll House by Melanie Martinez fits them perfectly

Y/n was the middle child of 5

When Y/n was born the eldest (Atticus boy) was 10, Second eldest 6 (Alma girl), Middle child (y/n)

when y/n turned 4 their parents had twins (Giles boy, Gideon boy)

This is a glimpse into my mind. It might not make sense.

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Y/n is 10.

Your parents were perfectionists, especially when it came to the public eye. The L/n family was always the center of attention in your little town, deep in Louisiana.

You and your siblings were constantly dressed in Sunday's best.

"Kids make yourselves look presentable. A client is coming soon." Your mother called out from her 'workspace'. kids aren't allowed in there.

"Can't we just stay in our rooms." Atticus complained from his spot on the couch.

"Get. Dressed."

Atticus groaned as he got up to go to his room. On his way, he knocked on your door before opening it.

"You're supposed to wait for a response, Jackass."

"Next time you curse at me I'm poppin' you." He threatened but you knew he wouldn't do anything, "Mom said get dressed, tell Alma."

He closed the door before you could complain. You heard the shuffling of his feet as he ran to his room.

His room was at the end of the hall. the hall was short with 2 doors on each side. Alma was across from you and the twins were next to her.

Right across from your room is Alma's. She's going into her preteen years and started to spend more time in her room. Your mother says she's adjusting to becoming a woman and needs her time alone. She's also becoming very snappy.

You slowly opened your door to stare at hers. You slowly walk into the hallway and up to her door. You knock three time and wait for a responce. She didn't open the door.

"I heard Atticus." Her voice was horse and strained but you believed what your mother told you.

That was all you needed to get yourself ready.

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Your mother made all (except for Alma) of you sit in the living room and wait for the client.

*knock knock knock*

"He's here. You better behave." She says before opening the door with a smile only guests see, "Alastor, It's so good to see you again."

"Good to see you to, my dear and my my look at the children. They all seem to be in good health." He greeted all of you with a smile.

"Hello sir." Atticus spoke for all of you.

"You seem to be missing one." Alastor commented, making your mother chuckle.

"She's been feeling under the weather as of late, come along I need to take your measurements. Atticus, Y/n prepare some tea." She ordered.

Alastor and your mother went to her workspace and she shut the door.

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That night went smoothly until your father got home. He didn't like the fact that your mother was in her workspace with a man and the door closed, even if he was a client.

It caused fighting -well more than there normally is anyway- between your mother and father. It's always been easy to make your father mad.

It got worse when Alastor took notice of it he came by more often with the excuse of having gifts for you and your siblings.

He gave you a radio to listen to him when he went on air. Atticus was offered a job at the radio station. Alma got a set of jewelry.

This angered your father more and instead of taking it out on Alastor or your mother he took it out on you and your siblings. Atticus tried to protect all of you.

One day your father and Atticus got into a really bad fight and your brother was shot. He didn't make it.

It was around the same time when a horrid smell started coming from Alma's room. Your parents said she caught a fever and no one noticed but you didn't believe them anymore.

From then on you started distancing yourself from your family and growing closer to Alastor.

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When you got older (16) you started working with alastor at the radio station. He taught you how to live life without worry.

He treats you like your a person and not just your parent's child.

Your parents treated you like a decoration. Alastor treated you like a child he didn't know he wanted.

You found out he was a murder by accident. You forgot someone at the station late at night and went back to get it to see blood spattered in the talking booth.

At first you thought it was Alastors so you took a gun that the station had in case of emergencies and followed the trail.

Opening the back door you saw Alastor dragging the body. The two of you made eye contact. Your body moved without hesitation and helped him hide the body.

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Sadly, there are times a birth parent is a dud.

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This is long and not what I usually write but it's been stuck in my head for a while.

A/n: I've decided to cut the twins and make y/n the youngest. I had something for them originally but it's better for just Alma, Atticus and Y/n

Art by @ghostly-one

[littlemissayu]

TWST Boys as ✨ PARENTS✨(Part 1)

TW: kids, pregnancy, reader is depicted as female, domestic, fluff

ft. :Heartsabyul, Savanaclaw | pt.2 ; ft. Octavinelle & Scarabia | pt.3; ft.Pomefiore, Ignhihyde | pt. 4; ft.Diasomnia

Riddle Rosehearts-

This man only has 1 kid, maybe 2 but that's kinda pushing it. I think he would be so worried about messing up his child the way his mother messed him up. He'd be strict yet dotting on his children; like he'll make sure their homework is done by a reasonable time and then praise them for doing really well on an assignment, especially if it's a subject they genuinely struggle with. If I'd say a boy dad or girl dad honestly, I think it could go either way, but I'm leaning towards boy dad.

Trey Clover-

I heavily believe he will have a big family anywhere from 4 - 7 kids. And these kids are absolutely close in age because I know the two of you are gonna get very busy, it feels like you're always pregnant with other people. Just imagine Trey with a mini him (or you) helping him crack the eggs in a bowl while they're wearing matching aprons <3. He would be a gentle parent but would put his foot down went he needed to. When it comes to girl dad or boy dad I can only think both!!

Cater Diamond-

At first he wasn't sure he wanted kids bc kids are a lot to take care of, but after the two of you being together and going through so much. He realizes deep down he did want to start a family with you. He would probably want only one or two but your first pregnancy you end up with triples; then you two said that's it until you got pregnant again with twins!!(My headcanon that Cater's special magic makes it more likely to have twins, triplets, etc come for here!!). It wasn't what the two of you anticipated but you couldn't be happier

Your pair of triplets ended up being 2 girls and a boy, then your twins were girls. He's a very fun dad always staying on top of the trends and slang. He has a hard time laying down the law with his kids sometimes, so you have to do it most of the time but when he really has to he does. *Bonus: You guys have 4 family photo shoots a year, and multiple photo albums*

Ace Trappola-

He probably has 3-5 kids, but from time to time it feels like you have 4-6 kids. He's always getting into trouble with them, playing pranks on you and others, even each other. There is no quiet in your household, it doesn't exist til everyone's asleep. Your kids are the most playful and competitive children you've ever seen, but they know to dial it back from time to time; Ace told them "When your mom says it once, she might be joking, if she says it twice she more likely serious so listen, if you make it to three....your the only name going on that tombstone". You guys are the most chaotic adorable family ever.

Deuce Spade-

He has 3 kids and not a single one of them is male, bc this man is %100 a GIRL DAD!! At first he was nervous about messing her up but after your first girl turned 3 and your second is 1, he couldn't imagine having a boy. He is the most proud girl dad you'll ever see. Is so protective of his amazing girls(that includes you btw), would fight off mosquito if it bit one his girls, no matter have stupid he looks. Spoils his little girls in any way he can, luckily you're there to make sure their not TOO spoiled.

Leona Kingscholar-

This man has 2 children and always makes sure one never feels less than the other. He knows what it's like to be stuck in your siblings shadow so he tries to make sure that never happens to his kids. While he won't always be present since he is still part of the royal family and therefore will have certain royal duties to fulfill; he will always do his best to be there for his kids. He does sleep less then he did before since his life is busier, but he always makes sure to take a nap everyday so when he's with his wife and kids he'll be able to be in a better mode to see his beautiful family. He would have one girl and one boy.

Ruggie Bucchi-

3-8 kids. His kids are the rowdiest, sneakiest kids you've ever seen. Although most of the time they're super sweet(to you). The first time you two talked about kids you agreed on only 2, but after having your first 2 rascals. You two got some more baby fever and ended up having only a few more. You did have a good paying job so you could take care of your little pack of children. The Bucchi household never has a boring day because there is always something really exciting or crazy that is happening. Overall he has more girls than he does boys. You first daughter stays a daddy's girl <3, but dw he loves all his kids equally!

Jack Howl-

4 kids, an even amount. He isn't the most expressive Dad but his kids can tell how he feels based on body language and physical acts. While to others it may seem as if he couldn't care less about his kids, it is the complete opposite. Always making sure their ok, celebrating their accomplishments, and always encouraging them to do what they love. His kids can tell through these small acts that he loves them. Your husband loves to take early morning runs, ofc but when your kids are babies he would take them in their stroller so they can get some fresh air to get them in a good mood. He does that so that maybe if their baby is in a better mood you won't have to much stress when trying to figure out what they need; it makes both of your lives easier. At first the two of you though you'd only have boys bc of your first 3 but then low and behold, your last kid was a baby girl<3!!

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[eywathemother]

Fish Lips part 2

Ship: Aonung x Kiri's twin sister!Reader

Warnings: Language, bullying, gore, fighting, talk of war, injury and blood, slow burn, enemies to lovers (not really a warning just some people don't like that trope), death of (a) character(s), not proofread

Words: 2,700

Keys: (y/n) = your name,,(y/i/n) = your Ikran's name,, Neural Queue= the braid extension of a Na'vi's nervous system that allows them to link up to animals and Ewya,,(y/II/n) = your ilu's name,,

Chapters; Introduction || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8 || Part 9 || Part 10 ||

Spoilers for Avatar: The Way of Water A whole ass lot.

I'm literally just shitting out these chapters instead of doing homework. My fixation on this series is crazyy. It takes me 4 hours minimum to write them too, god.

Also almost 100 Followers already???!!! It's incredible it's only been two days I'm so happy you all love my series; I was worried it would be too slow! You all have been so kind!! Enjoy Part 2!

Taglist; @akinatrix

Leave a comment if you'd like to become a taglist member.

You and the rest of your siblings had been hanging around the water. After eating your guys breakfast, you really didn't have anything else to do and your parents were speaking with Ronal and Tonowari again about who knows what.

" I kind of like it here, it's nice." Neteyam said, trying to be optimistic. " It's not home." Kiri spoke, Tuk on her knees behind her putting a braid in Kiri's hair." It's pretty I'll give it that." You sighed, flicking a rock at Lo'ak's foot." Hey, ow." He hissed at you, and you laughed at him. You heard your mother calling from her spot as Ronal and Tonowari began to walk away.

" Mom's calling us." Tuk stated and you groaned eternally. You all stood up and Tuk hopped on your back." I wish we could go home." She said sullenly, you felt Neteyam ruffle her hair." It's alright Tuk, you'll love it here."

The walk back was silent until you arrived at your Marui. " Okay, Sully's fall in." Your father said, and you huffed earning a stern stare from Neytiri you all stopped in the living room where your father was waiting. " Remember family meeting." Neteyam grabbed Lo'ak's arm pulling him down in between you and him." Alright take a knee let's go." Everyone did but Kiri refused." Kiri." Neytiri scolded and Kiri knelt with a huff." What." She responded.

"Okay, I need you kids on your best behavior." Jake looked between all of you." I mean it."

" Learn fast, pull your weight." He turned to you and Lo'ak, a stern look on his face." Don't cause trouble. Got it." Lo'ak nodded." Yes sir." Neteyam huffed in amusement grabbing the back of Lo'ak's neck. Lo'ak immediately responded with a hiss and you giggled.

" (y/n)." Neytiri looked at you, expecting your answer, the smile falling off your face immediately." Yes sir." Tuk breathed in looking at your father." I want to go home." She cried, fresh tears running down her face.

"Oh Tuk." Neytiri, Tuk wiped her eyes, and you bent over a bit to rub her knee in comfort. She placed her small one on yours and played with your pinky as Jake bent down to look into her eyes." Tuk, this is our home now." He held her other hand looking away.

" We're gonna get through this." He looked over at Neytiri, letting go of Tuk's hand. " We're gonna get through this if we have each other's backs, alright?"

Neytiri looked up at you all." What does your father always say?" Your mother asked." Sully's stick together." Neteyam said while everyone else mumbled and grumbled. " That's right Sully's stick together." Jake agreed and Neytiri rubbed Kiri's knee who was fiddling with her hands and not paying attention.

" Now this time with a little more feeling." Jake looked at everyone as you all repeated yourself, your head was down, and you grumbled it more than anything, but he took it.

They let you go and you all went to the edge of a walk area Tsireya asked for you all to go to after breakfast."Good morning, are you guys ready for your training?" Tsireya asked with a smile from behind you all, the boy Rotxo and Aonung next to her. You turned to face them. Not very happy that you had to also be taught by two douchebags.

" Let's go." Tsireya said and all three of them jumped into the water. " Come on." Neteyam said, running to jump into the water after them. Lo'ak soon followed. Once you and Kiri dived into the water you both went off to do your own thing as you watched the other three try and catch up to the others.

You looked at a school of fish, they had beautiful patterns and swam so elegantly. They didn't even mind you being there, you turned to your sister smiling who was fixated on a group of blue and white plants.

She pointed into a hole that was hidden in between the plants and you swam over to see a thin and bright pink fish swim out passed your head. You both silently giggled and continued to explore.

A quick few hours had passed of both Kiri and you exploring by yourselves until Tsireya came up to you both while you were having lunch at the edge of one of the walkways near your house.

She sat down next to you, unwrapping her lunch and turned to you." Where were you both?" She asked, she sounded a bit agitated, but she hid it well underneath her soft voice. " Oh sorry, we wondered a bit." Kiri apologized and you shrugged." You don't need to watch us anyways we're not babies." You retorted taking a bite of your fish.

" It isn't about babysitting. We're trying to teach you our ways so you can survive here." Tsireya put a friendly arm on your shoulder, and you shrugged it off. Your ears were back, and your tail wagged showing your irritation and aggressiveness towards her words.

You stood up walking away to your house where your mother and father were eating and decided to dine with them.

" I-I'm sorry if I offended your sister." Tsireya apologized to Kiri, but Kiri shook her head." It's not you she just misses her home in the forest." Kiri took a small bite of her seaweed wrap." She's a pain really, even at home she was always getting into trouble and starting fights. She's always been rough around the edges, you just got to get to know her more."

Tsireya nodded but still felt guilty for agitating you like that.

Later that day after helping Ronal pick sea urchins for dinner, you were walking back with a basket for Ronal when you saw Aonung hanging by the entrance to the housing area.

You scoffed and made your way towards the pathway up to the housing area but before you could get passed Aonung he stopped you was." What's your problem?" He looked at your face in amusement, you scoffed shaking your head and climbing up the steps.

" It's not nice to ignore people." Aonung grabbed your arm, you tugged away." Does it bruise your inflated ego if I do?" He cocked his head, smiling fading a bit." What makes you think I have an inflated ego."

You laughed at him." Pretty boy, you for sure have a higher than average self-confidence, it radiates off of you." You poked his chest, and he batted your hand away." Well, if we're making assumptions about the other, you seem like the type to throw a tantrum whenever things don't go your way, big baby. It radiates off of you." He mocked you at the end and you barred your teeth as he smiled at you in amusement, you gave him the reaction he was looking for.

" Aw is tough girl gonna throw one right now?" He cocked his head, he feigned sadness and stuck out his bottom lip. You tried your best to bite your lip and compose yourself. " Well, it must suck to have to resort to mockery for entertainment. Only a child would do such a thing. Aoyoung?" You giggled internally at your stupid pun; sure, it was a stupid childish joke, but you couldn't help yourself.

He scoffed." You shouldn't even be here, you're not one of us. You don't belong here, five fingered freak." He hissed at you and even though you know the whole point of this conversation was to dig at the other you couldn't help but feel wounded by his words.

" I might not be one of you, but at least I don't bully people for their differences like a lowlife like yourself does." You hissed back walking away and towards his family's home to give the basket to Ronal.

" Thank you kindly." She gave you a curt nod, taking it from you and turned back to whatever she was doing. You walked out of the door with your ears and head down, thinking of what Aonung said. Tsireya who was sitting next to her mom noticed but didn't get up to ask what was wrong. She knew she'd probably get in trouble for leaving her mother to all the work, so she decided to finish up her work quickly to try and catch up to you later.

You walked the sandy path towards the area Tonowari said the Banshee's could rest at which was a big rock point a little farther out of the village. You sat next to your Ikran who was obviously trying to sleep. So, you just sat next to her head and petting her head and neck slowly and calmly.

You stared to your left, where your home was, miles upon miles away. You wanted to cry again; you missed your grandmother. You missed fighting for your home and your family. You didn't enjoy war, but you'd rather be in it fighting than running away and leaving your family to deal with it.

" Hello, (y/n)." Tsireya's voice rung out and you looked over at her, as she admired your Ikran." Wow, she's beautiful. I've never actually seen an Ikran in person before until you guys came." She admitted as she took a step closer." May I pet her?" She asked and you thought for a moment. Your Ikran wasn't the friendliest but if you guided Tsireya's hand she might allow her to pet her.

" Give me your hand." You reached your hand out and opened your palm for her to place her hand in. When she did you pulled her a bit closer and allowed (y/i/n) to sniff her." Do not look in her eye." You warned and Tsireya got a bit nervous, looking down.

" Her name is (y/i/n)." You told her as you stared at your beloved Ikran." She's been my Ikran for four years now." You pet her snout, Tsireya cautiously following your actions." Wow." She expressed with a smile looking at the patterns on your Ikran.

" I'm assuming you didn't come to me to ask to pet (y/i/n), did you?" You looked up at her and she nodded." I saw you were upset when you came to hand the basket over to my mother. I wanted to make sure you're alright." She smiled at you, looking away a bit.

You sighed." Yes I am, I just miss my home is all." You admitted and she nodded there was a pause of silence until she spoke again." Maybe you can go hunting with Aonung and Rotxo next time they go." You gave her a quizzical look." Why?"

" Well, you'll be able to see more of the ocean and you might make some friends. They go in a group, and you might find someone in their group to befriend." She looked pleased with her idea, but you scrunched up your face in distaste.

" Maybe I can go hunting with you instead of Aonung." You proposed and she scratched her neck." Why don't you want to go with Aonung?" She paused." He did something didn't he?"

She huffed, tapping your knee." I'll deal with that, okay." You rolled your eyes." That's kind of you but don't bother that ass-uh, it's not worth it." She breathed through her nose." Yeah..he is an ass. Are you sure?" You nodded." Yes, maybe you and I could do something together instead. Like...how about I take you on a ride with (y/i/n)?"

She gasped." Really! I would love to!" You chuckled in amusement at her excitement." We just have to introduce you a little more to (y/i/n)." She nodded." Yes of course." She gave one last pet of (y/i/n)'s snout and then waved goodbye turning and leaving.

You stayed for a little longer, waiting for her to disappear around the corner before leaving. You took your time walking back, knowing you'd probably get scolded.

You were right, as you walked towards your Marui your mother immediately came out from the side." Where were you!?" She yelled and grabbed your face in her hands, turning it to make sure you were okay." I'm fine mom, I was just-."

"The rule is you come home by eclipse!" Your mother interrupted you, pulling you inside where your father was sitting with irritation written all over his face." Father I-"

" Why is it hard for you to follow instructions?" You bowed your head as your mother held onto your arm." It's a simple task, a simple one!" Your siblings sat in the back of the Marui, awkwardly listening in on the conversation.

Kiri sent you a 'why are you like this' look which you glared at her." From now on, you stick with your sister Kiri unless told otherwise." He looked at you, for conformation that you understood." Yes sir." You grumbled.

Neytiri watched you as Jake scolded you." It's bedtime." She broke through the silence, and you quietly sat up your hammock next to Kiri. " You need to stop causing trouble, (y/n)." Neteyam whispered in your ear. He grabbed your ear, and you snapped your teeth at him.

" Neteyam." Neytiri warned and he fell back into quietness, snickering at you. Lo'ak just rolled his eyes, but he understood constantly getting scolded, so he didn't tease you for it.

As everyone got done your father knelt in the small space in the back of the Marui." (y/n)." He called you over and you huffed, Kiri gave you a ' your butt is grounded' face. You were gonna slap her silly if she kept making those faces at you.

You squatted in front of your father as Tuk whined in the background for her toy that she sleeps with." Where did you put it last?" Lo'ak asked flipping over things, earning a whack on the head from Neytiri." Stop messing with things, we'll find it Tuk-Tuk." She comforted your youngest sibling.

" Look here." Jake ordered and you turned your head towards him." I understand this move has been hard for you but try and follow the rules and keep our reputation decent." He sighed rubbing his hands together. " Stay out of trouble." He repeated his words from the family meeting earlier that day.

" Yes sir." You looked down at your fingers, you really weren't trying to do anything wrong this time.

"Okay, goodnight kid." He whispered ruffling your hair. You sat there for a bit until Kiri threw one of Tuk's toys at you." Hey troublemaker help us find Tuk's stuffy bear."

" His name is Rocky." Took corrected Kiri who rolled her eyes." His name sounds uncomfortable to sleep with." Lo'ak replied, flipping over something in the corner earning a second whack and a warning hiss from Neytiri.

You moved Infront of Lo'ak to your bag to see if it might've been placed with your stuff since during the trip you held most of Tuk's things.

" It's your fault that's its name in the first place." Neteyam stated and Lo'ak smacked his arm. Neteyam kicked his butt which caused Lo'ak to fall forward bumping into you making you drop the half-made necklace you were holding in your hand." Asshole!" You yelled, watching as the beads fell off the string.

" Oopsie." Lo'ak sarcastically sang, and you pinched his forearm." Oow, mom (y/n) pinched my arm." He dramatically wailed and Neytiri came over grabbing both your ears." Stop it, right now." She commanded, if you kept this up, she'd soon be chiding you.

" I found it!" Jake shouted and Tuk ran over to grab it." Thanks daddy." She giggled as he tossed her into her hammock." You're welcome babygirl." He tickled her stomach making her giggle and shriek while you and Lo'ak held your ears, kicking at each other.

"Alright get to bed. Get." Neytiri snapped her finger pointing at your hammock and you climbed into it. Not before 'accidentally' tripping Lo'ak." You-"

" Hey, what did your mother say?" Jake grumbled, not even paying attention." It was an accident." You sassed and Lo'ak scoffed." No, you did it on purpose." He argued back.

" Did not."

" Did to."

" Hey! How many times do we need to repeat ourselves?" Jake yelled, silencing you both as Kiri and Neteyam snickered to themselves, earning a glare from Neytiri." Sorry sir." You both said in unison, finally laying down and going to bed.

[noxxchive]

✦ Dazai and Chuuya childhood headcanons (2/2) ✦

part 1

!!! THIS POST CONTAINS STORMBRINGER SPOILERS !!!

♫ Orchard - OMORI

✧ warnings : STORMBRINGER SPOILERS・mentions of s*icide, death, hospitalization, alcoholism, etc.・angst・pure angst…・ooc (???)

✧ a/n : got way too long im sorr… but I love chuuya so much and all these headcanons have been eating dust in the back of my head and im so happy (lie) to finally post them

w/c : 950

!!! these are just personal headcanons and are not accurate to the canon story !!!

✦ Chuuya :

Chuuya’s parents weren’t blessed with a child even after years of marriage…

…So when he was born, they were so happy that they celebrated 3 days and nights (like the real Chuuya Nakahara !!)

Such a sweet boy… very polite and a tiny bit shy

He actually had an amazing bond with both his parents

And they loved him a lot, too!

How mini Chuuya would help his mom around the house, how he would randomly tell her that he loves her :,^)

Chuuya was probably interested in his father’s work (military doctor, like the real Chuuya’s father!!)

AUGHH he would peek at his dad working with those big blue curious eyes

Also, unlike Dazai, I headcanon that Chuuya has siblings!

2 little sisters!!

When his first little sister was born, he was probably around 3 or 4

Was quick to grow attached to his sister

And when his second sister came around, he was around 7

Was very overprotective of his sisters, and had a big soft spot for them

Would piggyback carry their younger sister every morning to school while holding his other sisters hand

Brilliant kid

Adored by absolutely everyone and everything

Chuuya and the family dinners with the rest of the Nakahara family SIGHHH

His mom always worried about him not eating enough (even though he did.)

His dad developed this hobby and habit of checking Chuuya and his sisters’ heights and mark them on the wall

Chuuya wasn’t the happiest when he figured that his younger sister was nearly the same height as him…

And regarding Stormbringer and how he was put in a lab…

Ohhh how his mom was losing her mind over Chuuya’s father allowing such a thing

His family kind of… grew distant and fell apart from then on

Constant arguing between his parents while he was in the lab… how his sister would cover their younger sister’s ears each time they’d argue

She’d ask where Chuuya had gone every now and then, but it was like a forbidden topic in the house

His mom would either tear up or just lash out on his sister

And his dad would yell and cuss her out, saying things like “Goddammit stop asking stupid questions! He’s fine for god’s sake!!! Be patient and he’ll be back sooner than you think!!!”

Chuuya’s dad wasn’t very happy with the decision he made either

Regretting it like crazy and losing sleep, losing focus…

And once the news broke that their one and only son was dead (aka his clone… fuck stormbringer bro…)

His family was worse than ever before.

Chuuya’s dad cried… a lot. Fell into being an alcoholic for a long time

His sisters? Despite their young age and how they couldn’t wrap their heads around the idea of death…

They were devastated. Completely had their hearts and souls shattered

But his mom… she was the worst out of them all

It broke her so much that she couldn’t even cry over her son’s death

She was left in a daze, unaware of her surroundings and just… in her own world

Though, once it registered in her mind? How she would scream and cry at odd hours of the night, begging for Chuuya…

She would push away anyone who would try to comfort her, hit them and curse them out, only wanting Chuuya

Even though Chuuya’s ‘death’ had sunk in and she understood it, she’d scream at everyone to get away from her and that ‘only Chuuya can come close to her’

S*icide attempts became a regular thing

…the amount of times Chuuya’s dad was called during work hours and just rushed home to stop his wife from taking her life…

His sister lost sleep and stopped being the top student at school because of how difficult everything had become

Their younger sister was a bit better, considering she was small

But it still hurt, she’d call Chuuya out of habit, just to remember that he was never gonna answer her calling out to him

His mom’s situation got so bad that she was hospitalized for years

And even now that the entire Nakahara family has accepted Chuuya’s ‘death’

His mom hasn’t. She’s doing a lot better than before getting hospitalized but…

She always seems to be spaced out. She doesn’t smile or laugh, and even when she does… it seems forced and it’s only for a brief moment

His mom doesn’t talk much, not to anyone

She often spends her time talking to framed pictures of Chuuya. She still cries every now and then, but tries to hide it…

And honestly? I think that Chuuya has considered going back to his family

He’s coincidentally seen his sisters and made sure they got home safely from school/work while watching from afar… then return to his own work

It scares him to go back, not only because of him putting their lives on the line for being a mafia executive

But also because he’s supposed to be ‘dead’. That’s what his family believed and has learned to live with…

So if he were to show up at his childhood home, he’d make them confused

And he can’t even imagine how they would react if he were to go back

So Chuuya just watches over them from a distance…

But maybe, just maybe one day he’ll gather up the courage and listen to the voice in his head telling him to go back

That day won’t be anytime soon, not now. He can’t go back until he’s sure the time is right for him to do so.

Until then, Chuuya just prays that they’ll stay safe and alive…

That’s when he can return to his family, his home…

[low-budget-korra]

Comments on Netflix's Avatar The Last Airbender

*spoiler alert*

First of all I'm gonna start by saying it is one of the best adaptations I've seen so far. And that's the key word, adaptation. I've seen a lot of fans and others complain about some things that honestly, doesn't make sense because some things only work in a cartoon(just as much as some things only work in a book or a video game)

And before I start to talk about some topics that I judge important, I also wanna say that the production is fantastic, from the costumes to the CGI. It all looks amazing. (A part from Yue's wig)

1. The Script

It's not easy to pick 20+ episodes and make it fit in only 8 but damn they did a hell of a good job, especially when judging what was important to show and what they could let it go. Some fans commented that since there's no fillers, the Gaang and others miss some development but I think that for the universe of the live action what we got here it worked.

I can express how much I like to see Ozai and Azula's relationship and how it is now clear that he uses the siblings against each other, manipulating them to get what he wants. But I will admit I miss the fear Azula had, since it's implied in the show and some extras that she does fear Ozai, and fears becoming like Zuko.

I hope the 41. Is just fine after the battle in the north. See all of them bowing to Zuko after discovering that Zuko was the one that saved their asses and was heavily punished by that...it was beautiful. I loved the writers did that, give names and faces to Zuko's crew and a beautiful yet sad arc when Ozai banished his son and the men who he saved.

I also loved that they put weight into things that was treated as a joke, like Katara talking about her mother. She was a little kid who saw her mom get murdered in front of her and the live action made sure to let us know that it is not okay to make jokes about something so traumatic. All of the deaths here have tons of weight in it, it's not some random person, is someone we met, someone we liked, someone who helped. The costs of the war, something the cartoon manages to show us but know in live action, with real people, the massage gets stronger.

And they didn't forget Iroh's past like the fandom does, which is great. That actor, the earthbending soldier really let it all out, that's how you use the few screentime you have.

Sokka's isn't sexist and y'all were making a storm outta a cup of water, is not like Sokka sexist didn't go away after like the 4 or 5 episode in the original show. I think the live action was able to bring more depth to him in comparison to the first season of the cartoon. We see how he feels about his father's, the absence of him and his duty as warrior who kinda doesn't want to be a warrior.

I need a Gyatso in my life, I didn't know I needed to see more of him until the live action gave us more of him. Kyoshi was the Thor coming to Wakanda from this season, WHY THE FUCK BRYKE DONT WANNA GIVE US A KYOSHI SERIES? She is absolutely a jewel of a character. Roku and Kuruk, damn poor Kuruk man, so much pain in his words but again that's what it means to be the Avatar, it's not fun and games. Zhao saying to Aang what Korra villains said to Korra😭 that the world doesn't need the Avatar anymore, it hurt.

Guys I'm gonna say it, there's no way in hell for anyone to ship Kataang here. I'm saying this because some shippers complain that the secret tunnel part was different but c'mon, look at Kiawentiio and look at Gordon, it would be so s awkward and weird and just wrong. I know they don't have a big age difference, is only like 3 years but when they filmed Gordon looked so much younger than her, maybe in the next seasons the difference won't be that big.

The pace is good, once you start you don't wanna stop.

2. The Acting

Everyone is really good at capturing the essence of it's characters and somewhat making them their own. The highlights for me were Dallas and Ian, Its like they came straight from the show. Ken Leung's Zhao was also amazing as he was way more threatening here than he was in the show.

Kiawentiio was the Katara we were looking for, she is kind yet strong, brave and caring. And Gordon was Aang, sure, he has to learn a few things since he slipped a few times in his acting but nothing that could ruin the experience, that kid is good and just needs some experience.

Elizabeth Yu was Azula. It was different but yet the same character, is like learning something new of her and I like how cleared she show emotions with her eyes. Maria Zhang had great chemistry with Ian and I can't wait to see more of Suki. Arden Cho and Yvonne Chapman as June and Avatar Kyoshi look like they came out straight from the cartoon. Daniel Dae Kim...man is Ozai, so cold, so sharp, so scary, already way better than the cartoon version. I wanna see more of Paul Sun-Hyung Lee as Iroh since the character he really starts to shine in book 2.

3. The live action doesn't have the spirit of the OG?

Yes, it does have. The thing is now that we are seeing real people, things get dark one way or another but I don't think it ruined the spirit of the show. Aang is still a kid, Sokka still making sarcastic jokes, Zuko still annoying as hell, Katara still hopeful and strong... There's everything there really.

The thing is stuff like genocide, murder, war, death and suffering are, for some people, better to watch as pixels in a cartoon than real people.

I think it's a great adaptation and I would recommend it to every fan.

[strangersteddierthings]

Steve, Gareth and Chrissy are cousins AU (sad edition) [prologue] [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Final Part]

"So," Dustin starts as he falls into step with Gareth, "you were pretty interested in Steve's whereabouts earlier. What's up with that?"

Gareth debates not answering at all. Just ignoring Dustin until he jogged to catch back up to Lucas and Max. That's rude, though, and he has no reason to be rude to Dustin. The thing he has to decide is how honest is he going be? "Just thought he'd be at Chrissy's funeral and he wasn't."

"I wasn't either, but you didn't shove me."

"Should I shove you now to make up for it?"

Dustin glares at him before it morphs into a frown and he mutters, more to himself than Gareth, "the storm comes, and now all friends should gather together, lest each singly be destroyed."

"What- are you quoting Lord of the Rings to me? That's-"

"What, no, I'm quoting it to myself. Were Steve and you friends once?"

This kid is way to observant. Truth it is. "Uh, yeah. But also, he's my cousin."

Dustin processes this, if the silence that follows is anything to go by. "Wait. Like your cousin but- on whose side?"

"If you're asking if Chrissy is -was- also his cousin, the answer's yes. My dad, Chrissy's dad, and Steve's mom are siblings," Gareth spells it out, and hears a gasp from ahead of them. Looking forward reveals the distance between their two little groups has vanished, as Lucas and Max are mere steps away and stopped. Eavesdropping, apparently. Max whips around to look at him with the first expression he's seen on her face since they met at Skull Rock. He's a little impressed that she can look pissed off and concerned at the same time.

"Are you telling the truth?" she demands.

"Why would I lie?" Gareth says. "Ask Steve after we rescue him if you don't believe me."

The kids exchange looks that he can't decipher. Max jams the headphones back onto her head and turns on her heel, marching onward. The three boys have no choice but to follow.

"You've been worried for Eddie and Steve, haven't you?" Lucas asks.

"Yeah," Gareth says truthfully. He's been on just this side of freaked the fuck out since yesterday, but learning his best friend and his cousin were in the alternate dimension has done nothing to calm that. He's going to strangle them both when he sees them again. For stressing him out this much.

Steve has never been happier to see Dustin than he is now, standing in the Upside Down version of the Munson trailer, looking down at him. Up at him? He doesn't want to think on that too much.

The kids haul Eddie's mattress from his room to below the gate and make a rope of sheets, and soon enough Eddie is volunteering to go first. Steve watches, almost afraid that this easy escape is almost too easy, but Eddie lands on his mattress, looking startled before a wide smile breaks across his face. Eddie should smile more. Happy is a good look on him.

Before Steve can really have to process that thought, Gareth is helping Eddie up and Robin is asking for Steve's assistance to go next.

He watches her land before turning to Nancy. "You're turn."

Nancy's got a look on her face Steve hasn't seen in a long time. It's mischievous, almost teasing. She hasn't looked at him like that since before Barb died. "Steve Harrington. Who would have thought?"

"What?" Steve asks, confused.

"Eddie says one nice thing to you and you can't take your eyes off him?" Nancy says, using the same fake tone of surprise and shock that Carol used to use when she was making fun of someone.

"I don't know what you're talking about but we gotta go. Come on," he gestures for her to step closer, but she just smiles, almost too wide.

"Don't think I didn't notice," Eddie shouts from above him. Steve whips his head back to look up. Eddie, Robin, Dustin, Lucas, Max, and Gareth are standing in a circle around the sheet rope, all looking up at him. "You kept looking down at my lips, like you couldn't believe the words I was saying."

"Sure. Or another, less platonic reason," Robin wiggles her eyebrows at him.

"Is this really the time for any sort of conversation?" Steve asks, incredulously. "The heckling can wait until we're back on the right side."

"Was all the shit about trying to warn me to stay away from Eddie so you could stare without consequences? Didn't want a witness to your crime?" Gareth's voice comes out cruel. "Is that why it was so easy to toss me and Chrissy aside? You thought if we weren't close enough, we wouldn't see the cracks in your foundation?"

"Steve. Steve!" Nancy's shouting grabs everyone's attention, and Gareth scrambles to look up at what is happening. Nancy has her hands on Steve's shoulders, shaking him as he just stands there.

"What's-" Gareth starts to ask but Robin cuts him off.

"Music! Eddie, do you have Tears for Fears!?"

Eddie looks insulted at being asked but that quickly gives way to fear. He takes off to his room, Robin and the kids quick on his heel but Gareth stays. He doesn't understand why they need music. Not that he could take his eyes off Steve anyway. "Is Steve- What is happening?"

Nancy looks down (up?) at him, and says, "It's Vecna's curse. Music can reach part of your mind that other things can't. It helps pull you back, away from Vecna."

"Steve is- like what happened with Chrissy?" Gareth asks, unable to keep the rising fear and panic from his voice.

It looks like it pains Nancy to say, "Yes."

Steve isn't in the trailer anymore. Instead, he's watching as four gates spread and tear Hawkins apart, devouring the town building by building, slowly creepy towards him but he can't seem to bring himself to move.

"Just one more gate, Steve Harrington."

Steve blinks and he's not looking at the destruction of Hawkins anymore. In front of him is a monster.

"I could have picked you. Instead of Chrissy. Instead of Maxine. But I think I have a better use of you."

"I'm not doing shit for you," Steve spits with more bravado than he actually feels.

The monster, who can only be Vecna, just twists his lip up in a disgusting grin before Steve finds himself rapidly closing in until Vecna is inches from his face. "You will tell Eleven that I am coming for her. You will live to deliver this message. In return, I will let you choose."

"Choose what?"

"I will take one more life for my gates. It can be Maxine, or another."

"Me. Leave Max alone!" Steve screams in his face, fights against the force holding him hostage. He wants so bad to swing his fist into Vecna's stupid face.

"No. No. I took one cousin from you, and now you've only one family member left to might care that you exist at all, Steve. I took Chrissy, and now, perhaps, I'll take the other cousin, too. Gareth."

"If you even try-"

"Maxine or Gareth. Which means more to you? Who would you sacrifice to save the other? I think I know. Or, if you cannot choose, I can take both."

Everyone watches as Steve drops like a stone to his knees, hands shooting out to stop his decent further. It takes a second for that to sink in. That he's not dead.

Gareth almost cries over it. All his anger at Steve, the resentment, fades into nothing but relief. It feels so stupid to hold a grudge suddenly. What does he gain from being mad at Steve? For something he originally asked for? He told Steve, and Chrissy, to pretend to not know him. He can't be mad that Steve did that, even after graduating. Gareth never took back his request! How was Steve to know he didn't care about that anymore?

And now that Steve could have- that Vecna tried to- it just seems stupid.

There's more fussing and fretting but eventually Nancy and Steve drop onto the mattress and everyone crowds Steve.

Gareth waits just a few minutes before he bully he's was in. He takes Dustin by the back of his shirt, like Eddie does all the time, and drags him bodily backwards. Dustin fights for all of four seconds, until he turns to see who's moving him, then he lets himself be moved. All the kids take a step back, give him room.

Steve meets his eye and he looks so haunted. So hurt. Steve opens his mouth but Gareth beats him to speaking.

"I'm sorry. God, I'm so sorry," he says, then launches himself at Steve. Steve catches him easily and hugs him back almost too tightly.

In a barely perceptible whisper, Steve says, "I'm sorry, too."

Later, much later, Steve sneaks out to get some fresh air. He doesn't go far from Max's home, just around the back into the dark, hidden from the street lamps.

He lets himself break down, for just a moment, where no one can see and keeps his sobs silent so no one will hear.

He's going to hate himself for the rest of his life. Because Vecna told him to choose, and God help him.

He had.

[multifandom-nerds-blog]

Season 2 part 1 of DR was just fucking amazing and I have so many feelings about it. I feel like I'm talking about this pretty late cause the first 5 episodes also aired on TV for me like a week before they dropped everywhere else. (Win for the german fans.) But then I couldn't even watch the recorded episodes of this week till yesterday cause I wasn't home and nevermind I'm rambling again.

Cole and Geo are so perfect for each other. I love them. And at this point I have to confess: I never shipped lava. (don't kill me please) Lostshipping (that's their shipname right?) is supreme.

Generally I am so happy that Geo, Bonsel and the kids were able to leave the forgotten land. Even if it was due to a villian attack. But hey. Everything has a positive side. (I'm literally so happy for them, especially the kiddos.)

Lloyd was just stressing all the damn time and I'm here for it. Sleep deprived Lloyd was also perfect.

(-> It makes me whonder why Zane hasn't really had any visions anymore since this used to be his thing. And what exactly the reasons for visions are. Since Lloyds visions seem to predict the general bad future. Zanes visions were more centered around him I think.)

Also Zane just being the designated guy to stay at the monastery with frog dude

SIBLINGS. So much good Kai and Nya sibling content, especially with the flashback. The last season was already good on RGB sibling content so I really love them continuing that.

Also Kai still being a dad/older brother/mentor to Wildfyre. He just took full custody over her. On accounts of that Wildfyre not listening to him like the little gremlin she is.

So much good Kai in general.

Bonsel and her witch mom. That scene was so beautiful. I'm not the only one that saw the coming out allegory here right?

Jay showing up again and him just being absolutely done working with the administration. Bureaucracy is truly hell.

On that note. The bureaucratic back and forth between Zane and the two agents was amazing.

The dehumanizing of Zane from the Agent wasn't very amazing.

KAI AND BONZEL ARE TRAPPED IN THE OTHER DIMENSION 😭😭😭😭 It's destroying me innerly. Especially with how Kai did not care about his own safety at all. My dude. You're trapped in a dimension with 4 of 5 evil spirits wandering around in there somewhere. Not to forget the only (known) ways to get out there are another blood moon in like a million years or smthng or a core dragons power who are scattered around who knows where.

So yeah. Lots of feelings. About Kai especially. I might even start write Ninjago fanfiction. (Surprised I didn't do that yet)

[call-me-strega]

How to Become a Step-Dad in 5 Easy Steps: part 2 (chapter 1/?)

Here is part 1, lore

Edit: ao3 link now here

They do go to a library in this chapter so there are a lot of references to books in this chapter. I've read some but not all of them so I can say anything about their quality more than as things that I thought sounded interesting in theory. A lot of the stuff at the library was inspired by my own experiences with public libraries.

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Step 2: Get to know them

Within the next 4 months Jason ran into Danny several more times. Each time becoming more and more enamored with the young man. It was hard not to when he saw how kind and hard-working he was.

~

The first time he ran into Danny after their first meeting he actually ran into Ellie first. Well, technically she ran into him but that's beside the point. But if you were gonna get technical about it he heard her little giggles before he saw her.

He had been at the library during some of his downtime to peruse some books and relax. The life of a vigilante crime lord isn't a very peaceful one, go figure. That's why Jason liked taking some time to himself every once in a while whether it was to have tea with Alfred, hang with one of his friends or siblings, or in this case visit Gotham Public Library.

Sure he could've gone to the Manor Library or gotten something online but the Manor was pretty far from the Alley and preferred having physical copies of his books rather than a computer or tablet. Electronics just didn't have that nostalgic book smell or the soft touch of a well-loved page.

Going to the library also came with its own perks. For one, he got to visit Barbie at work. It was always nice to see her as they had this unspoken solidarity between them. The atmosphere was also a plus. There was just something special about being able to be completely solitary yet still have this special connection to the other patrons. Seeing the old man enjoying a novel with his wife, the book club that met on Sundays, the haggard office worker winding down on the weekend with a graphic novel, the young woman teaching herself sign language, the teens goofing off while they were supposed to be studying, a mom reading The Kissing Hand to her kids, all of the various people here for various reasons; all of it made Jason feel like he was a part of something bigger.

He was currently browsing a display of LGBT+ books for young adults that the library had put up for Pride Month. '"Cemetery Boys", "Aristotle and Dante", "You Should See Me in a Crown", "Six of Crows", "Boyfriend Material", "Red, White, and Royal Blue", "Carry On", Oh- "The Song of Achilles" that sounds interesting?'

That’s when he felt a small chill pass behind him. He initially dismissed it as a draft from the air conditioner, but soon after he heard the sound of excited giggles nearby. He didn't think too much of it assuming it was another kid on their way out of the children's section. However, something niggled in the back of his head that this particular giggle was one he was familiar with.

That's when he felt something collide with his leg. He looked down to see a small child with a head of glossy black hair in a red beanie glomping his leg. Suddenly, the child looked up and beamed at him. Jason's eyes lit up with recognition and he laughed.

" Hey there munchkin, how are you?"

Ellie continued to smile, releasing her hold on his leg.

" I'm doing really good Mr. Jason! Daddy told me he didn't have any work today and he said we could go anywhere we wanted! First, we went to the bodega a got these really big breakfast sandwiches! Like really really big! Like the size of my face and we shared! And then Daddy took me to the park and it was really fun! I saw a squirrel there but it ran away before I could pet it! And then we came here and Daddy said we'd make me a library card so I could get whichever books I wanted. He read Oh The Places You Will Go and Where the Wild Things Are to me and then they were gonna have story time and Daddy looked tired from the park so I told him to read one of his space books and rest while I went to story time like a big girl! When story time was over I looked around and saw you so I came over to say hi and thank you for the cookies and food because daddy says we should always say thank you when people give us gifts!"

Damn, the girl sure had one hell of a motor mouth on her. It seemed she and Danny were in the middle of a father-daughter day. It brought a smile to his face to see that she was well taken care of, but based on her very informative rambles, it seemed they were taking care of each other.

" Why don't we go say hi to your dad, huh Elle?"

The young girl gasped, "That's a great idea! Then Daddy can say thank you too! And then you can read with us and come to our house for dinner! Daddy kept saying how he wanted to make something for you too since you made us the-, the- uuh... luz-on-ya and cookies!"

" Whoa there munchkin, how about we just start with hi?"

Ellie nodded with a determined look on her face, she wrapped her little hand around his pointer finger and pulled him along to the semi-secluded corner of the children's section. Sitting there in an armchair next to a small pile of books was Danny, who seemed to be out cold, The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy slipping from his fingers.

'Aah he must be tired from moving in and probably from working too' Jason thought to himself. A smaller voice in the back of his chimed in with its own two cents. ' He still made time for her. He took her out and is spending the whole day with her even though he's tired. He's a good dad.' That's when he made up his mind not to disrupt Danny's nap and let him get some rest before he had to tackle the rest of his father-daughter day with his hyperactive six-year-old. He placed a hand on Ellie's shoulder, stopping her as she was about to shake Danny awake, and leaned down to whisper in her ear.

" It looks like you were right about your dad being tired. How about we let him rest for now and I'll say hi another time? Besides I wouldn't want to interrupt your daddy-daughter day now would I?" He started to guide her to a different portion of the library quickly forming a plan, "Hows' bout we do something I think you'll like? Did you know sometimes they bring puppies and kitties into the library?"

The young girl gasped, " REALLY!"

" Yeah, sometimes puppies and kitties can help people who are feeling sad or nervous feel better. They also help teach kids how to act nicely and quietly so that they don't scare animals by letting them read to a puppy or kitty. I can help you sign up to read to a puppy or kitty today if you want? Then afterward, you can go tell your dad and he'll be really proud of you."

The young girl seemed so excited by the prospect that Jason worried for a second that she might explode.

" That's a great idea Mr. Jason! He'll be so proud of me and he'll bring me again! And I'll get so good at not scaring animals that the squirrels in the park will let me pet them! Then, Daddy will be so impressed that he'll let us get our own puppy and Cujo can come live with us!"

Jason winced, perhaps his plan had been a tad too effective. Single parents had a hard enough time keep themselves afloat while looking after their kids, a pet was extra expenses and another commitment to devote time and effort to. Pets were usually out of budget and out of question for anyone living in or near the Alley.

Well, he'd cross that bridge if he ever got to it. For now, he focused on getting Ellie signed up to read to Charlie, the old St. Bernard that was at the library this today. He and the trainer, he squinted reading her name tag, Amanda, supervised the session. Jason would be lying if he wasn't endeared by the sight of a young girl reading Dragons Love Tacos very enthusiastically to a dog nearly twice her size.

" It's nice to see a young father spending time with his daughter."

'I agree' Jason thought before realizing Amanda thought he was Ellie's dad.

" Oh- ah no I'm her -," Jason quickly made up his mind on the least creepy excuse he could find, " -babysitter. Although, her father does make a lot of effort spend time with her."

The dog trainer flushed and apologized for her mistake but Jason waved her off saying it was no big deal. Silently, he wondered how often Danny got time to himself. When he realized what he was thinking he raised an eyebrow at himself before dismissing it as worry for a young parent and wondering how he divided his time to be able to take such good care of his daughter.

Ellie was saying her final goodbyes to Charlie when he got a text from Alfred reminding him he had promised to meet him for tea and some chitchat. Once Ellie returned to his side he let her know that he had had fun seeing her today but that he had to go spend some time with his granddad and that he'd have to say hi to her dad another time. She accepted this with a surprising amount of maturity for a 6-year-old but made him pinky-promise that he'd definitely spend some time with the both of them next time they saw each other. Jason happily accepted and sent her back off to her dad before heading over to the tea shop he and Alfred liked to meet at.

" It is so nice to see you again Master Jason. I'm happy to see arrive in one piece. Usually when you are delayed it is due to some rather -ah, unfortunate hold-ups," Alfred greeted him. He returned the smile, sinking into his seat across from Alfred, ready to unload.

" Not this time Alfie, though it is a bit of a story."

" One I'm sure you'll be pleased to tell me all about," he challenged, raising an eyebrow. Jason just shook his head and chuckled.

" Sure thing Alfie."

~

The next time he ran into Danny and Ellie he was at the grocery store.

Jason had been examining a piece of zucchini when he felt a light, cool breeze quickly followed by the sensation of someone walking past him. A lean figure came and stood nearby inspecting the squash. Jason glanced up, having registered a new presence, before doing a double take. A small grin graced his lips as he spoke,

" Well hey there neighbor, didn't expect to see you today."

Danny looked up, slightly startled before he saw that it was Jason. He smiled back and returned his greeting in a warm tone.

" Hey neighbor, I didn't expect to see you either. Honestly, I was hoping we wouldn't meet till I had made a batch of my family's signature fudge to give you as a thank you when we returned your dishes for the food and for looking after Ellie that day in the library."

" Ah~ the little munchkin told you bout that did she?"

" She was pleased to inform me about how she was learning not to scare animals and how Mr. Jason was sooo nice and even pinky promised to spend some more time with her." he teased.

Jason flushed slightly, his hand coming up to the back of his neck,

" Oh yeah, I hope I didn't overstep my bounds there. She just seemed so excited."

" Yeah, that sounds like my little spitfire!" he chuckled fondly. He took a deep breath and continued. " Well if you don't have anything else going on tonight I'd love to have you over. Ellie has really been looking forward to seeing you again and I can whip up some fudge that you can take home with you if you stay for dinner?" Danny seemed to flush at his own forwardness before rushing to continue, " I mean- not that you have to, especially if you're busy! I just- thought it might be nice to get to know my neighbor, especially since Ellie seems to like you so much! But-"

Jason, who had just finished processing the dinner invite, interrupted before Danny spiraled deeper into his nervous rambles. He place a hand on Danny's shoulder to get his attention and spoke,

" Sure. I'd love to come over Danny." He smiled, puffing up his chest, “ Besides, I have a pinky promise to fulfill.”

Danny returned his smile with a laugh, giving Jason's shoulder an embarrassed shove. Jason grinned at having successfully made the other laugh. The two stared at each other for a beat, coming down from their high of making each other laugh, before flushing and looking away. A look of realization passed over Danny's face and he turned to speak to Jason again.

" You probably have your own groceries to finish and put away. How about you come over around 7:30? I can have the fudge cooling in the fridge while we eat, oh which reminds me, you’re not allergic to anything are you?"

Jason smiled back. "7:30 sounds great Danny and no, no allergies as far as I’m aware, though I’m not particularly fond of most shellfish."

“Well alrighty then I’ll see you at 7:30,” Danny confirmed with a smile and rushed off to continue his own shopping.

And that’s how Jason found himself standing outside the Nightingale residence in a casual maroon 3/4 sleeve tee, a dark denim jacket, and some of his nicer trousers with a bouquet of flowers he put a frankly embarrassing amount of thought into. He figured bringing more food wouldn’t be appropriate since he was a dinner guest, dessert wouldn’t fly either as Danny had claimed he’d be making fudge, and wine didn’t seem appropriate with a 6-year-old also in attendance.

‘Come on Jason, it’s just a casual dinner with your neighbors! Normal human interaction, nothing to be nervous about! You can do this!’

Jason took a breath and knocked on the door. He heard a pitched squee followed by a “it’s him daddy!” come from behind the door. Unconsciously, Jason smiled as he heard the door unlocking. As it opened he was met with a cool breeze from within the apartment and the sight of his two neighbors. Danny was in a pale, moss green apron, smudged with what appeared to be powdered sugar, over a pale blue button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and cuffed jeans. Ellie was dressed in an interesting combo of pink crocs, neon green leggings, a sparkly, powder blue tutu, a white shirt with glittery black script declaring her “Daddy’s little princess”, a denim jacket embroidered with flowers and vines on the back and sleeves, and a plastic tiara with a big purple gem in the middle fixed atop her signature red beanie.

“Hi,” Danny greeted a bit breathlessly. His young daughter stood in front of him beaming up at Jason.

“ Mr. Jason you came!” She bounced excitedly on her heels before launching forward to hug his leg. She tugged at his jacket before pointing to her own, “Look! We match!”

With a smile, Jason got down on one knee and offered the flowers to her, “ And what an honor it is to match with such a beautiful princess! Please, accept these flowers as a token of my goodwill m’lady!”

“Thank you!” The girl giggled, accepting the bouquet and scurrying back into the apartment. Jason watched her go with a smile. He then turned his gaze to look up at Danny who watched the whole interaction with a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. He met Jason’s gaze and smiled.

“Why don’t you come in too my good sir,” he teased, holding out his hand to help Jason up. Jason smirked at the opportunity Danny had unknowingly presented him. He took Danny’s hand but made no move to get up. Instead, he ran his thumb over the other man’s knuckles and slowly brought the hand closer to his face. He glanced up once more, teal eyes connecting to icy blue ones.

“Of course my dear king,” he whispered. His breath dancing over Danny’s hand, his lips ghosting over his knuckles. Maintaining eye contact, the kneeling man placed a gentle kiss on his knuckles, watching a beautiful red flush bloom upon the young man’s face.

‘His hand is cold. His fingers have the beginnings of callouses on them. It feels like his hand was made to fit in mine. This feels right’

Jason is snapped out of his reverie when Danny clears his throat. He coughs into his other hand while trying to hide his blush, averting his eyes in embarrassment. He doesn't withdraw his hand however, allowing Jason to continue to hold it. Jason took that as his sign to get up before this got too awkward.

He rose from the ground still not letting go of the other's hand. The pair stood there for a moment with their hands intertwined, as if a message was being passed through their tingling palms. A charge filled the air with an exhilarating tension. The kind you feel before trying something unfamiliar and new that, unbeknownst to you, will become your favorite.

“So, uh, let’s head in then?” Danny said, slowly withdrawing his hand from Jason’s, almost as if he was reluctant to do so.

“Let’s,” Jason replied and the two turned into the apartment.

Danny had Ellie show Jason to the bathroom so he could wash up as he set the table. He had made grilled squash, a macaroni and beef hotdish, and some Greek salad on the side. The three of them sat at the table making some small talk ( how are they liking it in Gotham, how did the rest of daddy-daughter day go, does Jason have restaurant/activity recommendations, would he like to see Ellie’s favorite model airplane, etc.) and laughing with each other over horrible dad jokes and Ellie’s antics.

Jason could feel his chest fill with an almost unbearable warmth. He would’ve sworn it’d have melted him from the inside out if it hadn’t been accompanied by an overwhelming feeling of joy and desire. The traitorous little whisper in his head returned to comment on how much he’d love to be a part of the Nightingale’s family.

Soon enough it was time for Ellie to head to bed and Jason to head out, lest he be late for patrol.

“Here, I can clear off the table while you put her to bed.”

Danny rushed to stop him despite the young child koala wrapped over his torso. “Oh, you really don’t have to do that. I can-”

“Relax your highness, let me take care of this while you put the princess to bed.” He gave Danny a kind look, hefting up the dirty dishes. Danny returned it with a grateful look and turned to go put his daughter to bed. Over his shoulder, Ellie looked up sleepily and weakly waved one last time saying “Goodnight Mr.Jason” in a small voice.

Jason smiled gently at her and replied, “Goodnight princess.”

He then turned back to his task of clearing the table. Moving the dirty dishes to the sink and the serving dishes to the counter. He figured he’d get started on the dishes while he waited for Danny to return. He let his mind wander as he covered a plate with soapy suds. Danny and Ellie seemed like a good pair of neighbors. He doubted they’d cause him any trouble and if they ever unintentionally did, Jason found himself thinking he’d find it rather easy to forgive them. The two were both so welcoming and full of life. They made Jason feel so happy and peaceful tonight. They welcomed him into their home and made him feel as if they enjoyed his company and wanted him around for more than just a cursory “return the favor” dinner. ‘As If he belongs there. With them.’ The little voice returned, prompting Jason to reel in his thoughts. He’s only known them for what? Two weeks? These weren’t the type of thoughts he should be having at this point. He tried to rationalize it telling himself he just missed the domesticity of family dinners like he had when Catherine was in a good stretch or like he had with Bruce, Dick, and Alfred as kid when they were all getting along. He made up his mind to attend one of the bi-weekly family dinners at the manor coming up. It’d be nice to see the little demon brat, big bird, and nerd bird again now that they were getting along like actual brothers.

“Oh! Jason you didn’t have to do that!” His train of thought broken by Danny rushing over to protest him doing dishes. “You’re a guest! You really didn’t have to-”

“It’s okay Danny, I wanted to,” he reassured the fussing young man who pulled him away from the sink. The young man responded by pushing him out of the kitchen and telling him to grab his jacket before turning back to grab something from the fridge.

And there he stood in the doorway, 20 minutes after he had intended to leave, still saying goodbye. Danny pushed a familiar Tupperware container into his hands, which recognized as the one he had given them lasagna in, now full of dark squares of fudge sprinkled with a bit of white and green on top.

Danny smiled as he handed him the sweets. “A family recipe with my own little twist on it,” he winked. Jason gratefully accepted, wishing the young man well and agreeing that he hoped to see the other again soon. And with that, Jason rushed off hoping that he wouldn’t be late for patrol.

~ Later that night Jason returned to his apartment, exhausted. He chucked his helmet off onto the bed and stumbled to his kitchen. He pulled open the fridge in search of something to eat when his eyes landed on the fudge his neighbor had given him. He pulled it out and grabbed a square, giving it a sniff before biting in. His eyes widened at the taste.

The fudge was, well fudgy, but not overly sweet. It had a richness of dark chocolate and a sweeter note from the white chocolate chips mixed in. There were also candied orange peels mixed into it which gave the fudge a bit of chew and acidity to break up the richness. The fudge was topped with pistachios adding a nutty, earthy flavor to the experience. He’s sure that if Martian Manhunter ever tried these he’d accuse Jason of giving him hard drugs. But what Jason liked most of all was the quality only homemade food and family recipes passed down over generations have. He could practically taste the amount of love and thought that went into this fudge.

Jason smiled to himself finishing off his square and decided the save the rest for later. He headed off to bed with a peaceful smile on his face and a warm, full, feeling in his chest.

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I tried very hard to balance out the dialogue and description as well as to not make it too long winded and keep the story moving so please let me know what you guys think. I love receiving feedback so if there is anything you want to see more or less of let me know. I’m also open to suggestions of where Jason should run into our father-daughter pair next.

If anyone's interested here is what the bouquet was comprised of: apple blossom- preference, basil- good wishes, white camellia- you're adorable, goldenrod- encouragement/good fortune, violets- watchfulness/modesty/faithfulness

I actually looked up a real fudge recipe so that I'd have and easier time describing it. You can find it here: https://www.midwestliving.com/recipe/candy/creamy-rich-pistachio-tangerine-fudge

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTAH if I told my siblings not to come over unless my BIL wears a mask to work?

So my sister and I are both immunocompromised. We've each gotten COVID once, and it was because my BIL got it at work and then my nephew got it and he was like 4 mos old so he couldn't wear a mask so everyone in my family got it bc we were around him (with masks on) not knowing he had COVID.

Nowadays, I'm not as concerned about COVID specifically, but my nephew keeps getting me sick. My BIL has joked abt my nephew just getting sick out of nowhere and then getting my sister sick, but he's also talked about his coworkers coming into work sick and customers bringing their sick kids to where he works. I think what's likely happening is *he* is bringing home illness, which then infects the baby and my sister, and he never even experiences symptoms because he has a good immune system.

Right now, their living situation is not great so they are at my house every weekend and often stay over. And I just missed a week of school (should have taken off more but I'm concerned about failing my classes and getting kicked out of housing) because my nephew got me sick with something he only had for like 2 days. and my BIL and spouse never got very sick, but my sister and I both got very sick and my mom got so sick she injured herself coughing. I never get sick from school, except one time I didn't bother with a mask, but my BIL doesn't mask at work and none of us mask in my house.

I feel like it would be a dick move to give him an ultimatum about what he wears to work, especially because my sister doesn't always feel safe where they're currently living, but if I get too sick I will literally lose my housing (it's happened to someone else I know, they got sick a lot one semester and then got academically disqualified and kicked out of housing). Plus because I'm immunocompromised I'm at higher risk of complications, as are my mom and my sister. And I would simply mask when they're here or request they mask when they're here, but since they often sleep here that wouldn't be practical for anyone. I just don't know what to do.

What are these acronyms?

[vide0-nasties]

THANK YOU FOR TAGGING ME EMILY @lemon-bats 🥰🥰

1. Were you named after anyone?

To the best of my knowledge no, at least for my real name! My internet name, Rags, I actually just ended up snagging from one of my OCs - a washed up rockstar named Cosimo Ragatz, who was a recovering drug addict that founded an indie record label with his wife.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Oh god, it was some time last week?? So much real life stuff had piled up and I think it was honestly some kind of mini-break or smth, god only knows. But I’m feeling better now lol.

3. Do you have kids?

ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY NOT LMAO. My mom passed when I was young and I raised my younger siblings, I’ve done my time in the child rearing mines and I’m never doing it again.

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

For a really long time I rode horses and I was a really good three day eventer. I also really loved archery and swimming. I also rode dirt bikes too, and I’d love to get back into it!! 🥰🥰

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Yes indeed!! But I’m not sure that I use it as much as I used to. Not for any particular reason, I don’t think dgheh.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

I’m boring and predictable and I pretty much always notice height first 😂😂 I do also notice face shapes and noses, though!!

7. What’s your eye color?

Dark brown that leans pretty close to black dfhjd.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Each have their own benefits and negatives!! A time and a place for everything 👏👏

9. Any talents?

I’m a good writer, and I’m pretty good at accents! I also like to think I’m the funniest asshole in any given room at any time 😂😅

10. Where were you born?

Commonwealth of Virginia babeyyyyy 🦩 there aren’t cardinal emojis, but I’m still barely south enough to be southern lol.

11. What are your hobbies?

I like posting video games, writing, playing dnd, a lil bit of digital art. Painting my nails. Dfhjd. Running outta stuff here, uhhhh. Panicking trying to remember my meds, but that’s more a full time occupation lol.

12. Do you have any pets?

Four dogs (a cocker spaniel, a border collie, a pit bull, and a boxer lab 🥰🥰), some barn cats, and a little grade paint horse named Rooster who’s a complete ASSHOLE.

13. How tall are you?

5’6” or 5’7”, it depends on how tall I want to feel that day dghjd

14. Favorite subject in school?

History and English!!! I really wanted to be a historical researcher for a career when I was in school and I still think about it. I would’ve liked to study Appalachian history from pre-Civil War to present.

15. Dream job?

LOL 😂😂 historical researcher, possibly an author, or a rare and antique jewelry shop owner siiigh. I really fell in love with fine jewelry at my last job, and I would DIE to be able to do it again, but in a much more niche fashion.

No Pressure tags: @smoggyfogbottom @brilliantblasphemer @dotcie @kastlequill @skinnyazn @snail-eggs @lunarvicar @siriusleee 💖💖

[yuurei20]

Hey! I hope you're having a good day!

Do you know how many siblings each characters has (in the case that they have any at all)? I saw something about Azul having a step-sibling but I don't know if that was headcanon territory or not, and I couldn't find anything about it???

Also something that I've noticed is, except of Ace, Leona and Cater, most of the boys are the oldest sibling in their family. Any of your trademark game insight would be very appreciated.

Hello hello! Thank you for this question, you are too kind! m(_ _)m

Azul says that he has no siblings, while the oldest sibling/youngest sibling distributions might be pretty balanced! Five characters have said they are the oldest while five have said they are the youngest :>

Oldest Child: 5 (Trey, Jack, Kalim, Jamil, Idia) Youngest Child: 5 (Cater, Ace, Leona, Ortho, Sebek) Middle Child: 1 (Rook) Only Child: 8 (Riddle, Deuce, Ruggie, Azul, Vil, Epel, Malleus, Silver) N/A: Jade, Floyd Redacted: Lilia

Compilation below!

1. Riddle: I'm an only child."

2. Trey: "I've got a little brother and sister."

3. Cater: "It's me and my two older sisters."

4. Ace: "But it was just us two kids." (Brother is 23 years old)

5. Deuce: "It was just me and my mom."

6. Leona: "It's the same with my brother." (Brother is 30 years old)

7. Ruggie: "My family?...the only stories I could share are from birthdays I spent with my grandma." (Mother died after giving birth, older siblings never insinuated)

8. Jack: "(I'm) five years older than my brother, and nine years older than my sister."

9. Azul: "I don't have any siblings."

10. Jade: "There are five in my family at present, including myself, Floyd, our parents, and our grandmother."

11. Floyd: "Someone other than Jade, huh? I've never wished for more siblings."

12. Kalim: "I have over 30 younger siblings back home...maybe 40."

13. Jamil: Najma is presumably Jamil's only sibling

14. Vil: Has never referenced any siblings.

15. Rook: "Five (siblings). Two are older than me, and three are younger."

16. Epel: "I'm an only child."

17. Idia: "Ortho's my only sibling."

18. Ortho: There is a line in Book 7 where a character mentions Ortho's older brothers (plural), in reference to deceased Ortho.

19. Malleus: "My sole blood relative--my grandmother."

20. Lilia: (redacted for Book 7 spoilers)

21. Silver: Explains how he was left alone as a child while his father traveled, with no reference to any blood-related siblings.

22. Sebek: "There's five of us--my mother, my father, and my older brother and sister."

[cheynovak]

Forbidden Hearts Part 2

Soldier Boy x F/Reader (Y/N)  

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Alcohol, Family trauma, abuse, smut, losing virginity,  +18

Side note: English isn’t my first language.   

Words: 7400 

 Make sure to read Part 1 of this story

*Does not follow The Boys storyline!* 

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Y/N and Ben (Soldier boy) both grew up in South Philly. Ben’s father took an interest in Y/N’s mother a few years after her father died. By the time they made their relationship public both you and Ben were young teens. As young kids you two saw each other as siblings but the more time they spend time together, the more Ben realised his feelings weren’t normal sibling love. But what happens when Y/N reaches the age where her mother wants to find a good suiter for her only daughter. 

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1941 

Ben’s father completely ignored his son after the events that happened 5years ago. In his eyes his son had taken one step too far. Being the disgrace he was, causing Y/N to send to an all-girl boarding school. According to her mother to regain her manners and learn the values of society.  

Ben’s father pretended to the outside world that Ben needed to learn the values of life by working in a factory. While in real life he cut all connections to his son, even financially, if it was up to him, Ben had to move out, considering he was an adult know.  

Y/N’s mother pleaded for him to stay, not because she cared, no, what would the society think?  

These events made Ben day drink more and more, just to cope with the humiliation. It started with sneaking liquor out of his father’s cabinet to staying at the bar with his coworkers, drinking till he had to work again.    

Only coming home to sleep once in a while but leave before anyone could see him and the state that he was in.  

-- 

Ben walked out of the bar, noticing a neat woman standing a crossed the street, holding small purse in front of her flowery dress, too drunk to realise it was Y/N, but sober enough to think this wasn’t a place for a respectable woman to wander around.  

His friend and co-corker Carlos whistled at her, which made Ben laughed, while he kept walking, almost late for his first shift.    

“Is that how you let your friends threat me, Benjamin?” You spoke in a sweet voice, Ben stopped. Carlos eyes got wide, slapping Ben on his shoulder, “you know this lady?” - “Birdy?” he whispered under his breath. Afraid to turn around.  

It had been ages since he heard your sweet voice. Part from the dreams he had when he was blacked out in his room.  

Once he did turn around, he saw his ears didn’t deceive him. “Birdy!” he walked fast towards you. Glad to see you came home. 

You noticed his physique had changed, he looked tired, skinnier but when his arms wrapped around you, you could still feel the strength in them.  

You could smell the alcohol and dirt on him, a huge contrast to the Ben you last saw. “How are you?” You ask while being overwhelmed by his hug, barley answering it. He felt your awkwardness and slightly loosened up. “I’m ok, how are you?”  

Ben looked her up and down, wondering what changed in you, you still looked the same. Part from being 5 years older. Clearly developed all the right female curves. “I am good.” you smile polite, looking at the man a crossed the street who were staring at the two of you.  

“Where have you been? I thought you’d come home after 4 years?” Ben asked, pulling your attention back to him. 

“Well, I met someone.” This clearly took Ben by surprise. “In an all-girl school?” You point to the car waiting “Frank my fiancé is the son of one of the teachers. We met during school, he is the reason I stayed a little longer.” You could see the shock on his face.  

“I wrote about him, didn’t mom tell you?” - “No, eh I haven’t seen anyone at home in a while.” You thought about those words for a second. “Work.” he added shy.  

Realising you wrote about Frank over months ago, he never not once had a family diner since then? “Well, he is coming over tonight for dinner. Why don’t you join us? Get to know him?” You asked hopeful.  

“Yeah, why not.” His answer made you smile. “I have to work now. But I’ll be there tonight.” Giving you a small peck on your cheek, which leaves you flustered. While the men on the street started to tease Ben as he rejoined them.  

Your gloved hand moved over the spot his lips just touched. You still felt the stubble of his unshaved beard lingering on your skin.  God give me strength to fight this. You heard the car horn honk, which made you move toward it while still looking back. 

That evening you and Frank sat next to each other, your mother and stepfather on each side of the table. It was late, your hope on seeing Ben were gone. The men talked about politics while your mother kept rambling on about the newest fashion in Philly, since you were gone for so long.  

Your mind drifted back to Ben, 

It has been so long since you two saw each other. Why wouldn’t he join us? Maybe he is mad I didn’t write to him.  

He must understand that the situation we got in wasn’t healthy. Maybe he took a night shift, maybe he is working. Yes, that is probably it.  

Or maybe he just didn’t want to know you anymore. No, he was glad he saw you this morning.  

Maybe he was just too drunk, he looked waisted and unhealthy. He was slim, almost skinny, looking tired like a drunk old man in a young body.  

“Benjamin! What a surprise.” Your mother’s words pulled you out of your thoughts. Turning towards Ben. “Y/N invited me, I’m sorry I’m late, I had no idea what time dinner began.” His father turned his head like he smelled something disgusting. He greeted your mom like he saw her every week. 

Your heart clenched in your chest. Ben took the time to clean up. You wanted to give him a polite hug, but he pulled you in just a little too tight. His scent filled your nose, a mixture of cologne with vanilla and tabaco... It reminded you of... home.  

One of his hands held you under your shoulders the other a little lower on her back, moving down. his fingers moved over to where the curve of your behind started, back over your hip, he kneaded softly when he pulled himself away, looking in your eyes.  

Leaving you startled, again.   

5 years... 5 years you worked to bury all the feelings you had. Was it easy no, but you were able to manage. You learned how a woman should behave. And with one touch he opened the lock.  

You thought you were strong enough to hide the past, but Ben was, no is still your forbidden fruit.  

You could see in his eyes he felt the same way. For a second the room went dark. Seeing nothing but his green eyes staring in yours, when he broke contact, he asked. “And who is this?”  

His words pulled you back. “Frank meet Benjamin, our oldest.” You mother introduced him like he was your brother. Giving you a look while the men shook hands. “ Frank is Y/N’s fiancé.” She added, making a statement. “Oh really.” He looked surprised at you, knowing very well who Frank is.  

“Benjamin, why don’t you take a seat, I’ll let Sheila bring a plate.” The man that sat in front of you looked nothing like the man you saw this morning. Frank and his father picked up the conversation, every time Frank wanted to include Ben his dad made sure he cut if off.  

Frank noticed the awkwardness between the two men. And you noticed how Ben’s manner started to slip away every time he asked Sheila to fill up his glass. “Thank you darling.” He winked at her. Ben’s eyes kept looking in your direction while you tried to avoid eye contact.  

“So.” Ben started, “Why didn’t any of you told me Y/N was engaged, or coming home?” he took yet another gulp of his glass. “Benjamin, darling you were nearly never home.” Your mother tried to hush him. Ben smirked.  

“ The only reason for me to stay was taken away from me, let’s see about 5 years ago. By you if I recall correctly." He bit towards your mother.  

“Ben!” You interfered “No no, Birdy. It is true, my dad won’t even look at me, for what... happened.” his eyes glanced over to Frank who had no idea where this drama came from.  

“Your mother never kept me up to date on your wellbeing, neither one cared where I’ve been all this time, when I came home, or if I even had a decent meal.” He looked at his father and then back at your mom. “And when I do pop up, because you visited me at work and were so polite to ask me for diner. She pretends her long lost son came home.”  

“Guess what sweetheart, you hated me from the moment you laid your eyes on me. Afraid I would soil your perfect little daughter, I was the fucking devil in disguise.” He stood up and kept rambling his frustrations towards your mother.  

“The one who ruined your perfect daughter for society. While all I did was let her live! Take her away from this fucking golden cage! I helped her breath while you were suffocating her.” He slammed his hand on the table.  

“Benjamin!” You stood up as well “That is enough!” - “Oh, not nearly!” he matched your tone. “Look at you! Pretending you're someone you're not, with a man you don’t even love.” - “How dare you! I grew up Ben, while you got drunk, I turned my life around, how about you?”  

“Oh my life did turn!” Ben walked around the table, slightly more aggressive than he meant, knocking a chair down. 

“Look at you! You look like an up-tide bitch from the exact same society we used to hate! This entire evening you, not once, gave Frank the look I know you give when you care for someone, love someone. This entire act of yours is a facade, a lie to convince yourself you are a proper young woman ready to get knocked up to fucking ruin her life!”  

He took a breath.

“Ready to play the whore of a nice aristocratic man.”  

*Smack* 

The anger inside you made your hand hit the side of his cheek. His head slightly turned away, he blinked a few times before looking back at you. “I think it’s time for you to leave.” he took in your words.  

He nodded slowly, you could see the anger in his eyes dime. “Look me in the eye and tell me you truly love him. Tell me you want nothing to do with me and I leave.”  

“You know I will never turn my back to you Ben, but the way you just acted is not ok. I asked you tonight to meet my fiancé, not to blame our parents for all that went wrong. I won’t let you ruin my relationship.” He took a step closer “That’s not an answer.” 

“That is all I can give you, Ben.” his hand moved a piece of hair out of your face. You tried so hard not to lean into his touch. His hand stayed at the back of your head. While his lips touched your hair softly. “Bye Birdy.” He whispered. 

You couldn’t hold back a deep breath while you felt his touch, your eyes were still closed when you felt his body move passed you.  

You saw the horror in your mother’s eyes before your own vision blurred with tears.  

By the time you turned around he was already gone. You decided to help Sheila in the kitchen not ready to discuss all that had happened here. But Frank needed answers. He walked in the kitchen asking Sheila to leave you two for a second.  

“Benjamin is not your brother... is he?” Frank asked while he stood behind you. Your kept looking at the dishes afraid to look him in the eye. “No, our parents married when we were teens.” - “And he was kind of the rebel of the family?” - “He had a hard time when his mother died.” 

Frank hummed. “And you fell for the bad boy?” - “No” You thought about your next words carefully. “I fell for my best friend.” turning back to Frank. “He made me smile, something I hadn’t done since my dad died.”  

You could see that Frank didn’t shame you. He listened and asked, two things that made you like him. You knew he was a good man. “I had hoped Ben had changed. Grown up.” - “It seems that he still cares for you. Thinking you’re the same girl you were when you left.” Frank stated while he pulled you in a hug.  

You couldn’t help yourself but to think that although Frank is sweet and caring, his hugs don’t have the same healing quality as Ben’s had. Your sorrow didn’t melt away like they used to years ago. Sure he was kind, sweet and caring. But was that enough for you?  

“Sweety, I knew I wasn’t your first love.” Frank pulled you back “And I won’t ask you to compare us to what you had, nor will I ask you to forget your past. But I ask you to be honest to yourself, to me.” He kissed your head.  

“And know, if you chose us, I’ll do anything to make you happy.”  

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Later that night you were laying in your old bed, in your old room thinking about all that had happened tonight. How lucky you had to be that Frank didn’t leave you after that, how much patience he had, when you heard a stumble in the hall.  

You got out of bed and walked to the grand hall, standing at the top of the stair in a silk robe that covered your night gown. Seeing Ben waisted trying to get up the stairs. He stopped walking when he noticed you looking at him. 

“I-it’s late... what are you doing up.” Ben asked you, walking back up. “You woke me.” you lied. At first you thought he would just walk past you, but he seemed to change his mind midway and turned back to you. “Where is prince charming?” - “Home.” You ignored the sarcasm in his voice. He seemed to like that answer.  

Ben moved closer walking you back against the wall. “Does that mean you two didn’t... do the deed yet?” Your eyes widened, cheeks blushing. He waited a little for an answer that never came, while his eyes roamed your body, his eyes lingered on your curves, without shame. 

“Ben...” was all you could whisper flustered unable to form a real answer. His arms locked you in between him and the wall. His lips moved to your ear. “If I had known that this would have happened to us, I wouldn’t held back that night.” He whispered with a hoars voice.  

You couldn’t hold back the shiverers breath leaving your mouth, his lips moved over your cheekbones. He didn’t kiss you, but you could feel his lips move on your skin. His head touched yours.  

He held his eye closed “I think of that night, all the time.” Ben’s hand cupped your face, making you look in his eyes. You could see the heat had darkened his eyes. “I really wanted to make you mine that night.” His lips closed in on yours. “I still want to.” he said almost soundless.  

“Ben please don’t.”  

He heard the fear in your voice. You weren’t afraid to kiss him, you weren’t scared of him. No, you were scared of yourself, of the passion you felt for him. Afraid you wouldn’t be able to hold back and throw away all you had worked for over these years.  

His eyes asked the question he didn’t spoke. “You promised me my first time would be special.” He grinned, using his own words against him. “Match point Birdy.” His lips left a soft peck on the temple of your head. “Goodnight.”  

You stood there, the heat still roaming your body. Unable to move as you watch him walking to the room next to you. You had no idea how long you stared at the closed door before you stood in front of it.  

You knocked twice before he opened the door, you immediately noticed Ben had already removed his shirt and shoes. “I can’t give you want you want you know that right?” He smiled his boyish grin, the one that made your heart fluster.  

“I’ll take what I can get.”  

Your lips crashed on to his, your body melted against him. His hands roamed your body, kneaded at the curves he admired minutes ago as he guided you into his room. The air filled with heavy breaths and soft moans.  

Your body moved on autopilot, kissing his lips, nipping his neck, finger slightly pulling and scratching the back of his head. Ben sat down on the end of the bed, he took of your robe, lifting your gown so you could straddle his thighs.  

Ben was already hard, you could feel it against your silk panties. His hands pulling and kneading on your hips and behind. The grinding feeling him against your heated core made you moan out his name and pull his head closer to your chest as your head falls back.  

“Fuck Birdy, keep moaning like that and I won’t be able to hold back.”  

He kissed your neck and moved over to the top of your breasts. His hands moved the straps. He looked for your permission before he pulled them down, admiring you. “So beautiful.” He looked flustered when he cupped them, twisting your already hardened nipples soft between his thumb and index. 

 His lips moved down, kissed just the top one breast before moving over to the other. Your eyes still closed while your fingers tugged on his hair. He took you by surprise when he took a nipple in his mouth.   

Making you grind your hips out of pleasure moaning his name again. Causing him to growl under his breath. Turning you over to lay down on the bed underneath him. “Look at you, so needy, so hot.” You could feel his hands move in between your thighs.  

You hold back his hand when he almost touched your core. Part ashamed of the wetness that had formed in between your legs, part unsure what would happen next. “Don’t worry, you’ll like it.” He kissed your lips. “It won’t hurt.”  

Your hand let’s go of his wrist, nodding slow, giving in to his touch. His fingers moved over the wet silk before they moved inside your panties. His fingers moved through your wet folds, spreading the wetness before he found the bundle of nerves and moved in circles.  

“Oh Ben...” You back arched at his touch, knees moving not knowing how to cope with the sudden pleasure. “You like it?” Oh he knew you liked it, he could see how your body acted, how he made your body act.  

You nodded rapidly while looking needy at him. “Good... don’t hold back Birdy, let me hear how much you like it.” One finger dipped down inside you. Making you grab for his biceps with an open mouth moaning.  

“Thats it.” He kissed your neck. “That’s what I need from you.” You could feel the coil in your stomach burn, making you clench around Ben’s finger. “Ben I.. I feel.” - “I know let go, it’s ok, It will feel good.” your head fell back again, Ben’s fingers started to move faster and harder until you couldn’t hold back anymore.  

The moans that came out of you sounded like prayers of joy. Ben kept working you all the way through. “Fuck you sound so good screaming my name.” He said while kissing you again after you came back to earth.  

Your arms wrapped around his neck pulling him fully over your body. Not getting enough of him. “Birdy?” - “Hm?” - “Can I try one more thing?” You looked at him with questions in your eye. “I heard about it, but never tried before. It’s supposed to feel really good.”  

You looked nervous. “I guess so.” Ben’s lips moved down to your stimulated core. His hands moved your thighs open. You felt the blush on your cheeks but were unable to look away when his lips kissed your clit.  

His eyes locked your when his tongue licked a long stripe ending with a little flick at your clit. You decided to let go of your nerves and enjoy all Ben had to give you. Your body moved back in autopilot. Moaning his name, grinding against his mouth pulling on his hair.  

 Which made Ben moan under his breath, he loved to look of you. So, love drunk, in so much heat. He wished he could fuck you after this, but he knew you would want to wait for marriage. This night wouldn’t change a thing, he knew that, you gave your word to Frank to marry him.  

And you were stubborn enough to continue, even though this felt right. You and him that was what you wanted, what your bodies needed, Ben was determined to make you think of him every time Frank kissed or touched you.  

Maybe even think of him when you felt bold enough to touch yourself on a lonely night. Fuck his dick throbbed at that idea.  

The heat in you started to boil again, you now knew what was to happen and you let your orgasm wash over you, Ben tugged your hips closer to him while your legs closed around him. Trembling with pleasure. 

He wiped his face with the back of his hand before he placed himself next to you. “How was it?” he really wanted to hear her say it. “Amazing.” She answered still recovering from her orgasm. He smiled sincere when he pulled her close to him. “Good.”  

You felt his hard dick against your thigh. “Ben?” - “Yeah?” you looked up at him. “Tell me how I can make you feel good.” Ben looked at you for a second trying to process your words. “Y-you don’t need to Birdy, I enjoyed this.” 

“No really, tell me?” Ben’s face changed, he smiled soft, he turned on his back to undo his pants, before his hand moved yours down to his pulsing dick. “Take it, wrap your hand around me... and, oh like that move.” He could barely answer through the breaths that were leaving his body.   

One hand moved under his head, while the other pulled your head on to his chest while you were pumping his cock in your hand. You noticed how he hissed in pleasure when your thumb moved over his tip of when your wrist turned slightly and added more grip.  

You kissed his chest, your teeth graced his nipple while he whispered and encouraged you. “That’s it, oh fuck Y/N and I thought you were a good girl.” you look in his eyes “You like it don’t you, playing with my hard dick.” You shake your head before kissing his stomach.  

“No, I love it.” you say flirty before you lick a stripe from in between his hips to his belly button. You felt bold noticing you found his pleasures. His hand grips the back of your head, it took him everything not to push your head further down.  

His thumb moved over your lips, even though you were inexperienced you knew what the look in his eyes meant. You slowly kissed his hard dick right under your hand. You could see Ben get impatient, trying not to force you into doing something but he wants nothing more than to feel your lips wrap around his cock.  

When your tongue licked a strip from his ball to the tip, licking of the precum he couldn’t hold back and moan your name loud. Making you repeat the action. “You like that taste huh?” his voice sounded hoars. You nod in response.  

You looked at him when you felt bold enough to finally take him in your mouth. The grip on your head tightened. Bingo. His hand guided you up and down his shaft to a speed he liked. You kept working with your hand and mouth, unable to take him completely.  

You could hear him getting close by the sound of his breaths. By surprise he pulled your head back up and closer to him. His lips connected with yours while his hand moved over to yours, grabbing and pumping with you.  

Ben buried his face in the crock of your neck when you felt his hips buck up. Not long after you felt his warm seed covering your hands. He looked at you when his orgasm faded. Kissing you again with a long hard and deep kiss. “That felt amazing Y/N, thank you.” - “My pleasure.” you tease and blush. 

After you both cleaned up you grabbed your dress to put it on. “Leave that.” Ben said sitting in bed waiting for you. His elbows on his knees, he held his hand out. “I want to feel your body against me tonight.” Unbelievable how nervous that made you. After all that had just happened this made you nervous.  

But you listened and accepted his hand, which pulled you into his arms, caressing your back. “Are you tired?” - “Yeah I am.” - “Well, it’s pretty late you should get some sleep.” - “Do you need to work tomorrow?” You looked up at him. “I just lost my job.” he said embarrassed. “What?”  

“I said I couldn’t work tonight. And they fired me.” - “Because I asked you to diner?” He nodded. “Ben! You should have told me you had to work. I didn’t want you to lose your job for me!” - “It was worth it.” He grinned.  

-- 

The next morning you woke up from the sun on your face, checking the clock noticing you slept in. Which was unusual for you. The events from last night seemed like a dream. Until you felt Ben’s arm over your waist, pulling you in against his torso. “Goodmorning.” He mumbled sleepy while kissing your shoulder.  

“Fuck.” you whispered in a breath when the guilt washed over you. “Not the answer I expected.” He joked but when he saw the fear on your face, he got serious. “What’s wrong?” His hand held your cheek. “What’s wrong?” you echoed. “Last night Ben. That should have never happened.”  

“You regret it? While we both know that was inevitable.” - “No Ben, we could have ... tried harder.” - “We’ve been holding back, putting our feelings aside for years now. Years Y/N. When are you finally going to give in and be happy?” he asked while you were dressing yourself next to the bed.  

“I made a promise, I gave my word.” You took a deep sigh. “I’m getting married.” He nodded clearly hurt. “Don’t, you’re not married yet, he isn’t from Philly you never have to see him again!”  

“I can’t.” - “No, you won’t. You’ve been playing with me for years what’s one more night? Right?” His words shocked you. “Ben... that’s not true! I care for you, deeply.” - “Prove it.” You shook your head not knowing what he meant.  

Ben grabbed your hand, kneeling in bed the sheets barely covering his lap. “ Marry me.” Those words took time to sink in. “What?” - “You heard me, marry me, Birdy.” All you could do was shook your head. Not believing what he just did.  

  

“No, I can’t hurt Frank. He is a good man. I gave him my word and no matter what you think I do care for him.” Ben let go nodding while he got up his shoulder next to yours. “But you can hurt me?” He held the door open for you. “I’m sorry" you whisper to his shoulder trying to hug him, but all he did was look away, standing frozen.  

-- 

The next weeks were pure horror, Ben nearly never slept at home, he wasn’t there anymore for dinner. He was clearly ignoring you. Only tonight he joined. Both Frank and your mother noticed you being quiet. “Are you ok love?” Frank had asked countless times this week. Which you answered with a soft smile and a nod.  

During tonight's dinner your thoughts drifted away while you kept looking at him.  

Ben is right, I used him. Maybe if he had asked me to marry him years earlier. No, it’s your fault you should have stayed away from him. You promised yourself you would leave him be. He deserves more than you, you’re not what he needs.  

You are the reason he is pissed. I should have never visited him at his work. He lost everything because of me. I saw the pain in his eyes. He feels betrayed... and he is right. I hurt him. And even if I wanted to marry him, he just asked it because he knows I want to get married. He would do it for me not for himself.  

Your thoughts were interrupted by Ben’s voice. “I found a new job. Which means I'll be even less home.” For the first time tonight, he looked in your eyes. “I’m joining the army. They are looking for new recruits, something about tests and volunteers. It pays well.”  

You dropped your cutlery on your plate.  “You what?!” Your face turned to your mothers who seemed as surprised as you. For the first time in years his father spoke towards him. “The army wants you? Seems like they are in a lot of despaired to accept you. Not even man enough to stay here, when it’s getting too hot under his feet, he runs.”  

“Ben? You do now there’s a war in Europe, right? What if they ship you overseas?” - “That is the plan. And my mind is set. I’m leaving tomorrow.” He finished his drink and got up. You looked back at Frank. “I’m sorry but I have to...” - “Yeah you should go.”  

“Ben... wait up!” You ran after him, Ben had packed his bag before diner, he had taken it to leave. Halfway down the stairs he stops in front of you. “Why?” you ask with tears in your eyes. “Because of us?” - “There is no us Y/N, you made that very clear.” - “That doesn’t mean I want you gone!” - “You you you, not the entire world revolves around your nice little ass princess!”  

“Don’t be like that, please.” you hold his hands. “Please don’t go.” - “Give me one good reason.” - “I love you.” you blur out in tears. “ No, you don’t not really, you are in love with the idea of love Y/N.” -”I’m begging you Ben.” he took one step closer, his free hand moved over your face. Your tears streamed down.  

“Do you really think I would have sneaked out that night, miss my own debutant ball if I didn’t care? T-that I would have stayed with you a couple of nights ago, if I didn’t love you?” your hand grabbed his on your face. “Do you, deep down, believe I would have given in to you If I didn’t love you?”  

“Please stay, I want, no I need you.” you begged realising the mistakes you made. “Don’t make this harder than it already is Birdy.” He said before he kissed the top of your head.  

Without caring for anything in the world you pulled him closer by the back of his neck. Your lips crashed onto his, while you stood on your toes. Both your hands holding his head, afraid to let go. His empty hand on your back, when you stood back on your heels, he followed not breaking the kiss. It felt sloppy and rushed, despaired.  

When you do let go of him your eyes stayed closed “Please” But once again you feel him walking past you. When you opened your eyes, you saw Frank standing in the door.

You knew the next conversation was going to be hard. But to your surprise he gave you time to think. 

You tried to give it time, but half a year later you decided Frank wasn’t the one for you. And even though you tried to contact Ben. For some reason you could get to him. He didn’t respond to your letters.  

So, you made a choice of your own, you went back to study and became a nurse via internships. ‘Thanks’ to the war they wanted more medical support and made it easier to study while practising.

When in 1942 they assembled medical staff to volunteer to work on secret case (superhero affairs) you agreed. Dr. Frederick Vought liked your attitude and extra effort you pulled over the years you worked there. That he wanted you as his assistant.  

He asked you to take a couple of tests from the soldiers. Eager as you were you agreed and walk in the room where all the soldiers we’re waiting on their bed bunks, shirtless. Your work outfit made a few men hungry. You heard some whistling, nothing you weren’t used to already. “All right gentlemen. Keep your enthusiasm for the battlefield alright?” you joked.  

You made your way down the room. Taking test writing down the results, routine without paying much attention to the men. Until you were at the next to last bed. “Never thought to see you here... Birdy.”  

That voice made you look up right in the familiar green eyes. “Ben...” You didn’t know what to say. Afraid to say something wrong. “Couldn’t stay away, did you?” He joked. And to his surprise you smile like an idiot. The reaction from the other solders made you blush and realise you were staring at him.  

“I need to finish these tests...” he nodded and looked over his friend to shut up. “All done.” you add after a few minutes. “Hey.” he grabbed your wrist. “The boys are having a little party tonight. Why don’t you come?”  

“I- I don’t know, dr. Vought makes me work pretty late.” He looked like he understood. “Just, if you have time, I would love to catch up.” You answered with a soft smile.” I’ll see what I can do.” - “Great” 

-- 

That night you caught yourself finishing up earlier, being rushed. You really wanted to see Ben. You even took your time to fix your make up and dress up a little. When you walked out of the compound you could hear the music coming from the bar.  

Your eyes scanned the room noticing Ben flirting with a girl at the bar, but the second his eyes met your he completely ignored her and walked over to you. The army green outfit matched his skin tone and eyes perfectly. The year of training clearly made him bulk up.  

“There she is.” He said really loud while he hugged and spinning you around. “Come on let me introduce you to my palls.” He took you by your hand and walked you to the back of the bar where his friends sat with a couple of local girls. 

“Ben who is this?” One of the girls asked. “Guys meet Y/N. An, eh old friend.” He said not knowing how to introduce you. The women were clearly not entertained by your presence. But Ben could care less. You felt uncomfortable sitting between all these people while the girl from the bar sat on Ben’s knee.  

Which made Ben look over at you while he guided her of him, but you dodged his look, by taking a sip of the beer they ordered for you and look around. One or two men talked to you, asked you where you worked or how you knew Ben.

But mostly you just felt out of your place. After an hour of two you decided to go back to your room.  

“Let me walk you.” Ben got up and placed a hand on the small of your back.  

Once again, the men howled. “Oooh Benny boy, make sure you give the lady a nice time, will ya?” - “Maybe a real man should take her... home.” You knew the soldiers reacted to women like this, but you really didn’t like these comments when you weren’t working.  

Once outside you turn to Ben. “You really don’t have to, you know that right?” He clearly didn’t expect that comment. “I want to, we haven’t had the chance to talk yet.” The silence was uncomfortable. So you decided to small talk.  

“Was that your girl back there?” - “Eh, no, Steffy is just a girl who like hanging around soldiers. A regular at the bar.” - ‘Hm’ you nodded. “H-how is Frank? - “Eh, I have no idea.” You glance at the ground. “We broke up over a year ago.” - “So you never...” - ”Never married, no.” you finished his sentence.  

“I’m sorry to hear.” - “Well, Frank is great, and he deserves the best. Which wasn’t me.” 

“What barrack are you staying in?” - “The 4th in the south corner.” - “ Hm, pretty close then.” You said no idea what you talk about. “Yeah.”

Silence again until you were at the main building on the campus.  

“You want to come in?” - “I really shouldn’t.” he saw the disappointment in your eyes. “Unless you want to talk some more?” - “I kind of want to, yes.” You felt the blush on your cheeks burn. “So you work for dr. Vought.” He said while looking around in your small yet more luxurious room. “Yes, It’s a really good job.”  

“You know I volunteered for the experiment with the new drug.” He said still looking around. “Compound V?” - “Yeah, that one.” he now looked at her. “It’s almost on point, so you will have your shot pretty soon.” He took a step closer.  

“I’ve heard that it wasn’t successful up until this point.” - “Can I be honest Ben... It killed people before.” He took in your words. “Well, there is a nurse who I trust with my life.” -”I’m not joking Ben.” He walked you against the door. “Neither am I.”  

His knee pushed in between your legs. Your hand instinctively pushed against his chest, feeling it raising and falling with every steady yet deep breath he took. You looked up at him with these doe eyes.  

“After all these years you still look so innocent.” he whispered before you felt his lips touch yours. You felt his hands holding thight on your side. “I missed you, Birdy.” His lips brush against yours again. “Not a day gone by I didn’t think of you...” You let out a shivering breath, almost whining.  

“Fuck... not a night I didn’t dream of you.” He looked down at your body. You couldn’t hold back any longer and forced his face to look at you. Your lips melted with his. Your hands pulled him closer, you wanted to feel his body on you. 

Your kisses were hungry. Hands roaming each other's body. Clothes peeled off without hesitation. Ben dropped you on the bed underneath him. Heavy breaths became soft moans that disappeared in the hot air surround you.  

His lips moved to your neck where he nipped and licked at the one spot, he knew would make you squirm underneath him. You felt the bulge in his underwear against your thigh. While his hands worked his way down on your body, you cupped his dick, rubbing soft. This made him thrust in your hand.  

“Fuck Y/N, so needy.”  - “Promise me one thing Ben.” His brow lifted. You grinned, “ You don’t hold back tonight.” You kissed his neck. “I want all of you. I need to feel you inside me.” You whispered against his ear before sucking soft on it.  

His hand moved up your leg, pushing your dress up a bit, bending one knee, he softly kissed your calf moving up to your thigh. Your back arches while your nails scratched through his hair.  

Ben moved your dress even more up. Seeing your laced panties were damped. You knew how wet you already were, which made your cheeks turned red. “Can I taste you?” He asked licking his lips.   

You nodded rapidly, “Words Y/N.” He said while placing his hand over your clothed core feeling the warmth of his big hands. “Yes.” you whined softy. Ben moved you panties aside with a finger and started to lick your folds apart.  

“Hmm, so sweet.” He hummed against your core when he tastes you. His tongue flat against your slit, stroking up and down. Your moans make him even harder , he noticed you moving looking for more friction.  

“So needy sweetheart?” He asked while taking your panties off. Ben moves his mouth over your clit while teasing you with his fingers against your wet hole. “Ben...” you moan. “Yes Birdy, talk to me. Tell me what you want.”   

“More, I need to feel more of you.” You ask whining.   

Ben entered a finger deep inside without warning, he felt you tightening around him. “Fuck, you feel so good,” Moving and curling his finger until he found that one soft spot inside.  You moaned his name like a prayer when he touched it, adding another finger.  

“Oh Ben, don’t stop, please, oh please don’t stop!!” You scream your hands pulling him closer to your clit. He hums and licks until you came down from your high. Ben cleaned his lips with the back of his hand looking at you lay there with your arm over your eyes.  

Once you opened your eyes you see him still sitting between your legs, eager, wanted to take you, fill you up but waiting for your answer. “Fuck come here.” you said pulling him in top of you. Wrapping your legs around his hips. Ben took his underwear and the rest of your clothes off.  

"Ready.” - “Yes.” His lips found your when he pushed inside. Even though you were soaking wet, you still felt a sting when he pushed further and further. For a second you thought he wouldn’t fit.  

But when you heard the growl underneath his breath you knew he bottomed out. Making you feel so full unable to move. Ben noticed your discomfort. “You want to stop?”  

“No, no just give me a second.” Ben moved barely, but the little thrust he made, made you cling on to his shoulders. He repeated that action until he heard the little hisses turn into moans. “That’s it. You’re taking me so well.” He encouraged while kissing you.  

His thrust became harder and faster, making you feel oh so good. Making you buck up against him. “Oh fuck... you really like me deep inside you, don’t you doll. Let’s see how deep we can go.” He pulled your legs over his shoulders.  

Giving him an angle which you felt him even better. Your head felt back while you sing his name in prayers. “Ben... don’t stop!” His breath deepened with moans and growls. “Fuck so tight. Don’t know how much longer I can hold.”  

In a flash both of you came hard, Ben dropped your legs while you pulled him on top of you. Wrapping your hand in his hair and the other scratching his back.  

Ben kissed your breasts before placing his head on top of them, you caressed his back, drawing patterns on his back. “That felt really good.” You smiled at his confession. “I don’t get why I waited so long.” you admitted.  

Your grip tightened. “Will you stay tonight?” - “I’m not leaving you anymore.”

His lips found your skin one last time before he fell asleep.  

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Can Anybody See Me? Part 21

Executive dysfunction is a bitch and can go to hell. I had something I could have posted yesterday while I was working on this, but no...

I am starting to wonder if maybe I shot myself in the foot with my tag rant as engagement for the last Reconnect AU was WAY down. But oh well. I can only continue to move on and hope I find new people who like my stuff.

All righty, my lovelies. We have gotten to the part where I was going to end it originally before you absolute menaces said you wanted me to continue it through season 4.

But here’s the deal, this story has reached nearly novel length of 40k. So what I’ve decided to do is call this the end of book one. And then I will start up book two, which will be through to the end of the school year and probably through the events of season 3. And then book 3 should take us the rest of the way.

I hope that’s acceptable to all of you. I want to continue it, but I think from here on out the title doesn’t fit Steve anymore and he needs a new one.

Now if you’ve followed me long enough, you know that I don’t start putting out a story until it’s done (if it’s short enough) or if I’m three to four chapters deep. So hopefully by the end of the month (if not sooner) you should start seeing book two.

I will run a poll on how you think I should do the tag list for it. But thank you all for coming with me on this absolutely wild ride. And hope you’ll stick around for the next two parts.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20

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Word had been handed down, Mindy Jones, Ollie Anderson, and Kyle Carver had been suspended with word that Kyle being the instigator might be expelled. For sure he wasn’t going to be able to walk in his cap and gown at graduation.

Steve felt a sense of relief and strangely justice too. Yes, all right suspension wasn’t getting expelled, but the kids had been punished. They didn’t try to hand wave it away.

Steve had heard that Mr Vinke, the math teacher, Mr Cole, Miss Lucy, and Chief Hopper had all gone to the principal and superintendent for all three of them to be expelled.

The suspension was a given, but the school district wanted to do their own investigation and then expulsions might be handed out after it was complete.

Steve didn’t have much hope.

Marty, Gethin, and Janice all sat with the Corroded Coffin boys at lunch, something they didn’t normally do.

“Fuck,” Janice swore. “Why I am more nervous about tonight than I have all week?”

Steve nodded, poking at his food. “I haven’t been this queasy since I took a plate to the head.”

Everyone winced and murmured sympathetic platitudes and other noises of sympathy.

“I think it’s because it’s your last performance,” Gethin murmured. “Your last chance to completely biff it on stage.” Steve and Janice looked at him in wide-eyed fear. He waved his hands placatingly. “Not that I think you will. Just that your brain thinks you will.”

Steve and Janice looked at each other and then nodded.

“Yeah,” Steve agreed. “That tracks.”

Eddie slid his hand under the table and gripped Steve’s knee. Steve covered his hand with his own and gave it a squeeze of thank you.

*

Steve scanned the crowd the second night. He spotted Jeff and all his family, Gareth and Gethin and their parents, Brian and all of his younger siblings, and what looked like his dad. Wayne shuffled in his seat nervously, having never been to a musical before. But still no sign of his parents.

His mom promised that at least she would be there, even if his dad refused to come. And he held on to that. He managed to make it through the show and held it together.

He went out to be congratulated by his friends and their families. Wayne brought him flowers.

“You did good, boy,” he said gruffly, after giving him a hug. “I looked it up and flowers are the gift you give someone after a well-done performance.”

Steve looked down at the bouquet of wild flowers and smiled. “Thank you. I love them.”

Jeff clapped him on the shoulder. “They might be a tad wilted by the time we’re done, because we’re taking you out to eat in celebration.”

Steve teared up a bit. “Thanks, guys.”

Gareth smiled. “You deserve it, man. That was awesome!”

Gethin nudged his shoulder. “We’re just waiting for Janice and Eddie to get done.”

Steve nodded. Eddie had to reset the stage for tomorrow and Janice had to get out of a corset and that took some time.

“Yeah, no problem!” he enthused.

Eddie finished first and came out to meet them.

“Hey, Steve!” he said. “Feeling famous yet?”

Steve laughed. “I’m going to get fat if this keeps up. First ice cream last night and then dinner tonight.”

They all laughed. “It’s impossible for you to gain weight, man,” Brian huffed. “I’ve seen you eat a whole pizza and didn’t even get bloated.”

Steve laughed. “Playing three sports does that to you. Hell, I still life guard at the rec center every summer.”

Brian eyed his lean form skeptically. “I suppose so.”

“Swimming’s fun,” Steve said. “And it’s not just for us jock types.”

Janice finally came out. “Sorry to keep you waiting guys. Sharing with Tammy Thompson is hell let me tell you. I don’t know how someone so tiny can take up so much room.”

“At least you don’t have to share the choir room with twenty sweaty dudes that wouldn’t know deodorant if it bit them in the ass,” Steve grumped.

Gethin shook his head. “Shouldn’t you be used to that from sports?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “At least there are showers after basketball. Can’t say the same here.”

Gethin’s lips curled. “Fair.”

Wayne clapped his hands. “All right, I’ve got us a place reserved, so we need to hustle. Eddie and Steve are coming with me.”

Eddie and Steve filed out with the rest of them and followed Wayne out to his truck.

Steve slid into the middle between Eddie and Wayne.

“Thanks for this, Wayne,” he murmured. “And the flowers, too.”

“You’re welcome, Stevie,” he said. “I didn’t see your parents. Did they show up last night?”

Steve shared a glance with Eddie and then shook his head. “There’s still tomorrow.”

Wayne and Eddie shared a glance of concern over Steve’s head.

“I’m sure that’s the case,” Wayne agreed.

An uneasy silence settled on them as they drove to the restaurant. Wayne parked and turned to Steve.

He pulled him in for a great big hug and then opened the door. “It’ll be all right.”

Steve nodded and slid out after Eddie.

The dinner was just as ruckus as the ice cream parlor the night before. With just as many people. Steve looked around and smiled.

Yeah, 1985 was his year and it was just getting started.

*

Steve looked out to the audience and knew, even in the dimmed lights his parents weren’t there.

“Tell me, Mr Thomson, out of curiosity, do you stand with Mr Dickinson, or do you stand with me?” Vince asked.

Steve could feel the sting of tears in his eyes. He held up the dispatch. “I stand with the General. Lately–I’ve had the oddest feeling that he’s been–writing to me…”

He slowly rose to his feet as he sang,

“I have been in expectation Of receiving a reply On the subject of my last fifteen dispatches. Is anybody there?”

His voice cracked with emotion as he stepped half out of the spotlight.

“Does anybody care? Does anybody care? Y’r humble & ob’d’t–”

The drum rolled and Steve looked up into the eagle’s nest where Eddie was doing the spotlight. A single tear ran down his cheek.

Steve looked down at the paper in his hand and then back up at Eddie. And then he exited the scene on cue.

Eddie swore he saw more tears in that moment then for ‘Mama Look Sharp’ that night.

But that performance of Steve’s brought out something in Vince in that moment. Vince’s John Adams bid Hancock good night, but then it changed. All the emotion and fear of not being seen or heard. The loneliness that Adams must have been feeling in that moment, borrowed from the loneliness of both Washington and Thomson.

“Is anybody there–”

Silence.

“Does anybody care–?”

Again, nothing.

“Does anybody see–what I see?”

And then Kenny came on and delivered the line with a sharpness that hadn’t been there before.

“Yes, Mr Adams, I do.” As if to banish all the fears and insecurities that John was having in that moment.

And Steve could almost hear it as though it was coming from Eddie. As if it was coming from his friends. The party. Wayne.

Yes, his parents weren’t there. They never were. And probably never were going to be. But that didn’t mean that no one was listening to Steve. That no one cared.

They all cared. Every last one of the dozens of people that showed up the last two nights. They cared. They brought their families. Brought flowers. Thought he was worthy of celebrating. Worth treating.

For the boy with the bat.

The boy that never knew what love really was until he looked up from a god damned garbage can into those warm and friendly brown eyes. A warm hand on his back and a gentle ‘Are you okay?’

In that moment, Steve’s life had become changed. Different. Better. All because a teacher took pity on Steve and chose Eddie Munson of all people to be Steve’s protector.

And he looked up at Eddie in the rafters and though he couldn’t see him, he knew that Eddie was looking back at him. Smiling back at him. Loving him for all his worth.

And if you had asked Steve what his worth was back in December he would have told you nothing. He wasn’t worth anything but being the baby-sitter. But now?

Now Steve was a baby-sitter, chauffeur, groupie, actor, chef, swimmer, friend, brother, and most importantly boyfriend. And maybe if he was really lucky, someone’s son.

***

Fin.

Fuck, rereading this to add back in the formatting made me cry. My apologies if it makes you cry too.

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[just-wrting]

The Babysitter (Part 1)

Title: The Babysitter (Part 1)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Summary: After the family you babysit for moves, you meet with a father and son duo who are about to change your life.

Word Count: 1438

Master List Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

A/N: This took forever mainly because work has been kicking my ass with all these 9-hour shifts that switch from mid-morning one day to close the next. Part 2 will be up in a few days though I promise!!!!

You can hear your phone ringing in the next room. It’s probably not anything, but since you had spread the word that you need a new babysitting gig, you rushed to get it. Nothing said perfect timing like that call.

“Hi, this is (Y/N) (L/N). What’s this call about?”

You tuck the phone between your ear and shoulder as you scoop up the youngest of the kids into your arms.

“Hello, this is Aaron Hotchner. Someone told me I could call you about babysitting. Is now a good time?”

“Yes! Now works, though pardon the screaming in the background. The parents are running a little late but are almost here.”

In fact you could see their car just a few houses down the street. Granted, taking the call made you feel a bit guilty, but the parents had assured you that if you had someone call about your offer you could take the call.

“I can call back later if that works better.”

You pulled the plastic fork out of one of the boys’ hands and mouth ‘don’t you dare’. You can respect the sibling urge to annoy the younger siblings, but you can’t let him chase his siblings with forks.

“Actually the parents are pulling into the driveway. If you want, I know a place we could meet. It’ll give me a chance to introduce myself to your kid or kids. Does this number work to text you the address?”

You wipe the youngests face off, freeing their smile from pizza sauce. A car door closes and a chorus of ‘mom’ and ‘dad’ ring from around the kitchen.

“Only if it’s alright with you. I don’t want you to go out of your way.”

“No, it's fine. There wasn’t enough food for me to eat anything so it’s a good time for me to have dinner.”

You hand the youngest off to the open arms of their dad. You hear the flurry of kisses that makes the toddler laugh. It’s adorable to see how much the family cared for each other.

“Alright, I’ll meet you there.”

“Sounds like a plan. I hope to see you in about twenty minutes.”

—

“I’m so lucky you guys had mac and cheese left. This usually sells fast.”

You flash a smile at your friend. This was definitely your favorite spot. Practically everything they sold was homemade, from the mac and cheese right down to the cupcakes. It was all made with love, and perhaps tiredness. Not to mention, as a regular you got to try the new stuff early. That includes the napkin of cookies that they gave you after they took your order.

“Just for you, my loyal customer. Besides dinner, why are you here? Got a hot date or something?” she gives you a cheeky grin.

You wipe your mouth and shake your head. “Nope. Meeting a potential gig here. Figured since I needed to eat here works.”

At that moment, the bell above the door rings. In steps a man, smartly dressed in a clean pair of jeans and a maroon polo, with his son in tow. The man locks eyes with you right away before quickly scanning the whole cafe. His son was eagerly looking at your stack of cookies.

“I’m Aaron Hotchner. I was looking for a (Y/N) (L/N)?”

You stand up. “Right here. I’ve already had dinner but if you two would like something feel free to order it. I’ll pay for it.”

The son is quick to make a dash to your table once his dad strides toward you. He puts his little hands on the table and looks up at you with big eyes. You can see the lights reflected in them and you know that if you get the gig those eyes will be the death of you.

“Can I have one of those cookies, please? There aren’t any of them in the case.”

Aaron puts his hand on his son’s shoulder and steers him toward the counter. “It’s not nice to ask for other people’s things, Jack.”

You hide a smile behind your hand. Sure you shouldn’t want to give him a cookie, but he asked nicely and is just too cute. As much as you want to spend time fawning over the fact that not only is the kid adorable, he’s got good manners, you try to focus on Aaron.

Given the fact that he didn’t mention or bring a wife with him, you figure that she isn’t in her son’s life anymore. You make a mental note to ask about it in private. That sort of topic is sensitive for kids, so you don’t plan on broaching it in front of Jack.

“I don’t mind letting him have one of my cookies. I don’t think I’ll be able to eat all four of them by myself anyway.”

Aaron gives Jack a gentle nudge your way. It takes him just a few steps to run to your table. He climbs up on a chair and sets his hands in his lap. He never looks directly at you, only at the table and the stack of cookies.

“It’s fine if you have one. Your name is Jack, right?”

Jack nods his head and reaches out for the cookies. He held it in his hand and took a tentative bite out of it. Crumbs fell to the table and you slide a spare napkin across to him.

“I’m sorry if I had called at a bad time, I didn’t realize you would be busy.”

Aaron sets down a cup in front of Jack. There’s whipped cream poking out of the top signaling it’s a hot chocolate. Jack seems eager to keep the sweets coming as he starts to drink.

“It’s not a big deal. If everytime someone called was a good time, it would probably be a bad sign.” You took a sip of your coffee. “Actually you had great timing. Today was my last day with the Smiths.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, how long have you been babysitting?”

Jack eyes the cookies as he polished off the one he had grabbed. You slide them a little closer to the boy and give him a nod. He looks up at his dad for his confirmation.

“Since high school. I was already watching my younger siblings and figured what’s a few more. I even scheduled college around one of the families. Most of the families I’ve worked with work long or random hours.”

“That’s good to hear. I tend to have to go out of state for my job.”

As you sit and discuss things like pay and qualifications, Jack falls asleep on his dad. You can hear the soft little puffs of air as he dreams, and you realize it’s gotten later than you anticipated. The cafe is supposed to close in ten minutes and you feel the exhaustion hit you like a truck.

“If it’s okay, I can start tomorrow. I’d be more than happy to take care of Jack.”

Aaron runs his fingers through the boy’s hair and lets out a sigh. You know he’s thinking hard about what he should do. The conversation shows how much he loves his son. It’s heartwarming to see and you want to take a picture of them.

“That sounds good. I’ll text you the address later, but I think it’s time to go now.”

You chuckle. “Yeah he’s out for the night. I’m surprised he fell asleep so quickly even with the sugar.”

Aaron gently picks Jack up. “It’s been a long day.”

You follow him to the door. He does his best to walk in a way that doesn’t disturb Jack, and you find yourself admiring him. Being a single parent can be hard, and Aaron seems to handle it with grace.

“I’ve got it. I can get the car door for you too.”

Thankfully, the car was right in front of the cafe. There’s a booster seat in the back seat, and you can see a variety of kids' toys littering the floor. It doesn't take long for Aaron to buckle Jack in. The kid doesn’t even stir.

“Thank you for being able to meet me here. I know it’s not a very convenient place, but I’m so grateful,” you say.

Aaron gives you a soft smile. “Thank you for being able to start tomorrow. Jack seems to like you so I think you’ll be a good fit.”

“Well then I’ll be at your place at 6 am sharp. Have a good night, Aaron.”

“Get home safe, (Y/N). I’ll see you in the morning

[streets-in-paradise]

Stranger Things Headcanons: Being Dustin’s older sister, a nerdy metalhead, and becoming closer with Eddie and Steve

Word count + 3 K

Warnings: One mention of drug consumption (smoking weed), reader is described as curly haired and I thought that would make sense because she is the sister of Dustin. Also, there is one mention of Season 2 Billy Hargrove that reflects my own personal headcanon about Eddie's reaction to his arrival. 

Pairings: Glimpses for possible Eddie x (Fem) Reader and Steve (Fem) Reader, mentions to Johnnatan x Nancy. 

Notes: This is a late hour post based on an idea I have been daydreaming about since I finished watching the first part of season 4. I imagined it like a prelude, so all the action takes place before that season. My memory of the Stranger Things timelines suck, but I did the best I could. Also, it is 3 am where i live so it is possible that there will be some spelling or grammar mistakes, I apologise in advance for that. 

Tags: @losersclubisms 

 - Since you were the eldest, you always have been your mom's strongest support around the house and that included taking care of your little brother. From babysitting to school tutoring ( during the short lapsus of time he was little enough to need it), you were there for anything Dustin needed. 

- You two grew up as each other's best friend, because you were your most constant source of company. Among other things, that made you very used to sharing your special interests with each other. 

- It was a never ending circle of mutual influences. You got him into fantasy from a very young age by reading to him your favorite books, then he later got you into sci-fi through some of his favorite films and comic books, which you later reciprocated by making him a horror fan. 

- Bassically: you have always loved to be nerds together despite you both coming in different flavors of the concept. While he was more of the scientifical kind, you were more artistically inclined. Especially towards music, literature and storytelling. 

- The very first nerdy trait that you showed as a child was a passion for reading, particularly falling in specifical literarian rabbit holes. Adults would discover you picking up books that were considered too advanced for your age and get marveled, often mistaken you for a gifted kid. 

- You also had an unstoppable imagination. When Dustin was little and you would find yourself in the need of creative ideas to entertain him out of boredom you used to come up with the craziest stories. Whatever you would begin to narrate, he would listen to you and get really into imagining it with you, participating as well with his own occurrences. 

-Your audience grew with him when he began to make friends. Do I need to clarify that you were the Dungeon Máster in the first campaign that Dustin, Will, Lucas and Mike ever played together? You were very happy to be part of whatever the boys wanted to share with you, especially because Dustin would always show so much pride about being your sibling. 

- Being a nerdy girl around them used to be easier than putting yourself out there and interacting with people of your age. You often used to feel pulled back from trying because of that insidious, stereotypical and predominant idea implying that your interests were a boys' club.  

- Your fear of judgment over that prejudice used to disencourage you from using your passions as a vehicule of socialization with peers, your only exception being Johnnatan. 

- You became pretty close with Will's brother over time, a bond that began through borrowing each other's books and mixtapes. He was more of the alternative vibe while you were straightforward following the subcultural trail between fantasy, horror, hard rock and heavy metal. While he would be showing The Clash to Will, you were showing Led Zeppelin and Black Sabbath to Dustin in hopes of getting him hooked through the Lord of the Rings references in some of their songs.

- The subtle differences would usually make your exchanges very interesting and you also shared the trait of having your own artistic passions. He wanted to be a photographer and you dreamed of being a writer. Whenever he would feel like doing it, he would show you his pictures while you would make him the beta reader of your stories. Through the bonding established through your creations you developed a genuine friendship. 

- You were surviving highschool together by the time your lives became crazier and creepier than any of the stories you could have ever come up with. Will disappeared into another dimension and was then rescued, the group of kids found a new addition in a sweet but rather traumatized girl with superpowers and a long etcetera or crazy shit that included a monster and a gubernamental conspiracy. 

- Anyone would think that, for a wannabe writer in the horror and fantasy genres, going through all of that should have been a good source of inspiration. Yet, for you, writing became the only way of processing it. You found your way of making it make sense through putting it on paper in a secret work that was less a story and more a personal chronicle. 

- However, besides getting a bland illusion of understatement in those introspective exercises, things kept getting weirder and situations would keep changing.

- One of the relational outcomes of the events being that Johnnatan was finally getting closer to Nancy, something that made you very glad for him because you knew of his feelings for her, but it also made you feel lonely. You two were always around each other in school and suddenly, you were finding yourself alone because he was all about spending time with her. 

- You weren't proud of admitting to not having been immediately present when the demodogs crisis happened. Dustin would always come to you first for anything, but he ended up having to count on Steve Harrington, the last contact on the list, because you were out of reach. 

- The reason? You were hanging out with the dealer Johnatan bought weed from a couple of times for you to share later. 

- Eddie Munson, the guy everyone else would call a freak, got your attention in a funny incidental moment that happened around your time of loneliness away from your best friend. 

- You overheard him making fun of Billy Hargrove in his usual loud, unapologetic way and you couldn't help reacting to his jokes. That only encouraged him to keep fooling around with you because you weren't pretending to ignore him like most of the people passing by. 

- The thing was that, to both of you, seeing a newcomer becoming popular and gaining attention for partially emulating an aesthetic of what usually would get people like you ostracized was both infuriating and hilarious. It was a blatant double standard, the biggest hypocrisy. 

- ' Hawkings High having a new douchebag King that would push a gentrification of elements from our subculture? No fucking way, at least Harrington wasn't any close to do that. ' was the promise under which you ended up ranting together and you were amazed of how comfortable you were feeling with him. He was awkwardly funny and very nice, something you did not expect at all. 

- From a distant perspective, The Hellfire Club seemed to be the sort of boy's club that you wouldn't imagine as welcoming of girls sharing their things. You never approached them because of the very same fear of rejection stopping you from exteriorizing your interests at school. 

- You were amazed to find out that Eddie wasn't like that. In fact, he shared your excitement when you told him about your role raising a younger generation under your wing in your brother's friend group. 

- Until then, the only thing he knew about you was that you were a friend of Johnatan and that made him guess that you had to be some sort of weirdo. However, he would have never imagined you two would have so much in common. It frankly shocked him precisely because your appearance wouldn't give irrefutable clues about the stuff you were into. In comparison to him, you were pretty much hidden.  

- That was exactly what he came to change. While with your best friend the dynamic was more about you both keeping to yourselves in the sharing of whatever you would enjoy, with him you would never have to hide your excitement about anything you were passionate about at the moment. He began to encourage you into being unapologetic about yourself and you felt understood at a whole new level. In your talks you felt like you could go for hours and never get bored or run out of topics and he was always so enthusiastic about hearing you. 

- With him you allowed yourself to be loud. In fact, he would inspire you into it. One of the first significant acts of that sort he had with you happened in between jokes. Just to mess with you, he stole your hair tie and your long locks got loose out of the tail you would always wear for school. 

- The deal about it was that you used to keep your hair tied up for school because over time you got sick of hearing commentary about the messy nature of your curls, something you had to stand since childhood. You hated to consider you could be passing your insecurities about your hair to your brother, but you really couldn't do much to fight your feelings.  

- As you were begging Eddie to give you the hair band back, you found yourself forced to explain the issue in hopes of making him understand why you needed it, but the answer was nothing like what you would have expected. He praised the hell out of your natural hairstyle.  

- " My hair has a mind of its own and most people aren't comfortable with that. My curls are too wild, messy, I have been teased for too long."

" Are you fucking kidding me? Take a look over here " He replicated, pointing out at his own hair. " ... Do you think I care? "

" Yours is not bad, at all."

" Well, thank you." He mocked your claim to later exaggerate a smile. " Seriously, you have awesome hair. It's visually hurtful to see it tied up. Do you know what I think we should do? You are going to show off that precious headbanger hair of yours and I am going to send this shitty tie straight to Hell. " 

- You would always find yourself feeling happy and excited around him. His energy was contagious and you would feel super comfortable in his company. This new friendship you were forming was like an invitation to embrace yourself coming from someone who appreciated everything you would usually hide of you with such incredible enthusiasm. 

- You began to feel amazed of yourself because of how brave you were becoming once you dared to be more open about self expression. Your closet was full of stuff you used to occasionally impulse buy because you liked it, but later you wouldn't dare to wear it for school. 

- Johnatan couldn't believe what he was seeing the day you showed up to class wearing a full metalhead outfit and he wasn't the only one surprised. He teased you a bit about it, believing that you were dressing up to impress the guy he identified as your crush, but he wasn't complaining about the change.

- The accidental rush of irresponsability that made you neglect the crucially important needs of your little brother happened some time before that, when you got into the topic of your artistic activities. Eddie was trying to convince you to join him in an attempt to write a song about one of your short horror tales and you couldn't refuse. The idea of having your work being tributed by a band playing a song inspired on it was the greatest honor, a literal dream. It became clear pretty quickly that you two were meant to become each other's fan.

- Luckly for you, the fallen King of the school took care of Dustin during the moment of crisis, but that led to another great change. They became super close friends and at first it felt very weird for you. That was the very same guy who used to be a douchebag picking on your best friend, the one who would join in the laughing if any of his fake friends would feel like making fun of you as well... Yet, he wasn't quite the same. 

- The Steve Harrington you knew wasn't the massive dork that you would then see following your brother everywhere and he wouldn't act around you in the same way this one did.' Are those efforts of getting along? What is he doing?' You would wonder as you would hear him misquote one of your favorite books ( a hopeless repeating of something he must have heard from Dustin) or fail while trying to appeal to your musical taste once it became more evident to him. 

- " So... you like rock bands, ríght? That's cool! I like Bon Jovi. " 

Dustin, the only other witness of the scene, was feeling like he was about to facepalm

"  Dude, Jon Bon Jovi is the George Michael of the rock scene. His marketing brand is the pretty, nice behaved ' boy next door ' in order to sell hard rock to a pop audience. " 

" Yeah... those are the facts, the guy is there to sell posters. '' You added as support for your brother's explanation. '' Sambora is a pretty cool guitarist and the music is not that bad, but i don't share the spirit or better said lack of it. Not a band I would consider a favorite. 

"More like her guilty pleasure..." 

"Dustin! " You complained, clearly ashamed 

"You can't hide anything from me. Sooner or later I get to hear all your mixtapes. " 

"Then you actually like it. Great! " Steve cheered." See? We have something in common. 

" I wouldn't put it in those words, but... okay. "

" Don't listen to her, that is the shame talking. Once I found a Bon Jovi clipping from Hit Parader among her stuff." Dustin contradicted you. " I don't want to point fingers, but it looked like a tiny poster of the poster boy lead singer." 

"SERIOUSLY?? Don't mention that in public ever again or I'll rip your skin off."  

"  What are you going to do then? Make a mask with it? " Was the boy's clever comeback. 

 Steve laughed cluelessly.

- Suddenly, the quality time of siblings with Dustin got invaded by that dude, who would invite him to your weekly movie nights and some other activities you both enjoyed. In his perspective, his new friend was the coolest guy. To you, his reactions to anything you would show him made Steve a fun addition. 

- It could be said that you were slowly becoming friends. He was nice to be around , funny and quite sweet, although not as amazing in your eyes as your own new friend was.

- While not being an official member of the Hellfire Club yet, because you preferred to wait until their next campaign to join, you still began to interact with all the boys more often. 

- Keeping with the teasing, Johnnatan once asked you if it was in your plans to become some sort of Queen of the Nerds. Your response was claiming that nerds weren't a kingdom, but a fellowship. You knew what he was meaning with that, but you prefered to avoid it.

- You were confronted with the truth of how you felt about Eddie when a strike of jealousy woke you up like a slap on the face. On a regular school day, since your bestie was having lunch with his girlfriend and you didn't want to be a third wheel, you were eating with Eddie and his friends when you noticed something that made you upset without apparent motives. 

- You saw him staring at Chrissy Cunnhigam from across the room when he thought no one else was catching him. For some reason, that meaningless detail made you feel out of place. It was time to admit it to yourself: Johnnatan was ríght. You had the biggest crush on Eddie and the doubt making you wonder if he was crushing on the cheerleader got you heartbroken. 

- Dustin found you crying at home and he gave you the tightest hug without making any further questioning.

- That didn't mean he would let things stay like that. You two knew each other better than anyone else in the world, you didn't have to tell him in order for him to get an approximate idea of what was going on. Just as you would know how and when to comfort him whenever he would feel down about being bullied, he wanted to cheer you up out of the heartbreak. 

- For that, he got the idea of joining forces with his friend. In his mind, making you go on a date with Steve was the best remedy to cheer up and cure your hurted heart because he was a super awesome guy. It wasn't like he would blatantly refuse the idea. Dustin knew that Steve would be up for it because between all those clumsy attempts of getting your vibe, he was pathetically hiding some interest in impressing you.

- One call from your brother later and Steve was at your doorstep more than happy to try fixing things up. He wasn't told exactly what happened to you, only that you were sad and in need of cheering. You opened the door for him by yourself, since Dustin refused to go on purpose. Once you saw him giving you his sweetest smile, you guessed what was going on. 

- He brought you some chocolate and, as a surprise you found quite amusing, a cassette. 

- " Bon Jovi? You really took that seriously, didn't you?" You commented to him while trying to hide that the intentionality of the gesture did brighten you up a little bit. 

" To be honest, it is the only rock band I know. " Steve replied, an innocent confession that brought a genuine smile out of you. 

- You ended up hugging him. It probably happened because you were very sensitive due to the heartbreak and the concern he subtly showed for you felt nicer than normally. 

- If someone would have ever told you that someday you would have been blasting Bon Jovi tunes in your living room with Steve Harrington, you would have never believed it. Yet, there you were watching him make a fool of himself in hopes of helping you forget your sadness. 

- While you were distracted with each other, Dustin sneaked into your room with the mission of finding the infamous magazine clipping. The reason why he felt he needed it was to serve as proof he would later show to his friend. Once he spotted it he realized that he remembered it wrong: it wasn't from Hit Parader, but from Circus Magazine. A page size photo of Jon Bon Jovi wearing a shirt that was leaving glimpses of his hairy chest on display. 

- Perhaps that was the reason why Dustin wasn't that much surprised when, some long time later, he found out that Steve decided to stop shaving his chest.

[oldworldwidgets]

TEDDY TIME TEDDY TIME

howdy pardners this is theodore dawson, my courier from new vegas :3 he is very large and very angry yet very soft and very gay and he is so precious to me

here's his playlist!! once again it's chronological so u can listen to his story like a fun yeehaw jukebox musical. i think his is my favorite of all my character playlists

alllll the teddy stuff (appearance, stats, story before the canon events of the game, fun facts) can be found under the cut!!! if you feel so inclined to read The Long Version written like a story where my longwinded ass spends about 7k words talking about themes and character motivations (and some soft gay longing perhaps), it's up on ao3 here.

appearance

31 years old; birthday sept 25, 2250

6’6 with broad shoulders, generally built like a securitron.

patches of vitiligo splash across his face, chest, and arms

bennys bullet hit the right side of his face, carving a path from his eye to his ear, where a chunk of his ear is missing

because of this, he's blind in his right eye. the blind eye (a light, milky blue) is always a bit more closed than the seeing one (a dark grey/blue)

dark auburn chin-length hair and a short beard, both peppered with white because of his age and vitiligo. a big chunk of hair behind his ear is white as it grows from the scar.

he wears a horse or cow-skin vest with a great khans patch on the back

signature black cowboy hat, either on the top of his head or tied around his neck so it hangs down his back

gold jewelry - dangly cross earring in his left ear, upside down cross on a leather strap around his neck, big ass belt buckle

bright red shotgun shells on leather belt slung around his waist for his shotgun, dinner dell

stats

SPECIAL: 8, 1, 4, 5, 9, 2, 10

favorite perks: confirmed bachelor, animal friend, ferocious loyalty, intimidating presence

story

his dad was raised in utah and was very strictly mormon. when new jerusalem collapsed, dad moved himself, his wife, and his first son to the mojave and found work on an NCR sharecropper farm.

teddy was born fifth of six kids: four older brothers and one younger sister. he, his sister hannah, and his brother noah all have very visible vitiligo.

the kids were all also raised strictly mormon. his whole childhood, they were very poor. "at least we have each other" poor. his dad blamed it on the NCR, who owned the house and land and animals they ranched. they owned nothing, and the NCR paid them little more than that. teddy was quickly disillusioned with the NCR, then with the three of his brothers who decided to join them. one brother stayed back to inherit the ranch.

turns out, the NCR was paying; dad was just gambling it all away. he was so deeply in debt to all the families on the strip that they all decided to cut their losses and burn his farm to the ground.

that's... that's the story teddy decided to tell hannah, anyway (he wouldnt tell u this but he totally burnt that shit down on purpose). mom, dad, and one of his brothers were lost in the fire. teddy and hannah made it out, waved goodbye, parted ways.

teddy took his horse, old red, and began running jobs for whoever needed them. he never tied himself to one organization aaand his jobs weren't always above the ethical board. really, it was luck of the draw that, on any given day, he was the one defending the caravan instead of stealing from it

when he eventually went searching for his siblings, he found that two of the three brothers that had enlisted, predictably, were killed on duty. noah, though, had absconded almost immediately upon arrival due to a nasty chem habit

he found hannah "working" in front of gomorrah on the stip - her vitiligo made them instantly recognizable to each other - but she pretended not to know him because she was ashamed. he understood and gave up, but not before she hinted that he could find noah at the old mormon fort

he did, in fact, find noah there, medically detoxing under the care of some hot, blonde doctor (bweheheh....). they reconnected and it was..... really nice, even when they talked about how ashamed their dad would be if he could see them. it didnt matter. the family disappointments were the only family survivors.

teddy and arcade quickly grew very fond of each other, with arcade even being the first one to call him "teddy" after he told the doctor his name was theodore. he decided, despite its cutesy nature, to keep it.

after finishing his open jobs, teddy decided to stay with noah at the fort and run jobs for the followers when they needed it. he got reeeal comfy with arcade, and their subtle, playful flirtations eventually became noticeable to others. his brother, angry and sick from chem withdrawal and still fighting his religious upbringing, could not handle finding out that his baby brother was gay. when he did, he angrily shouted slurs and threw bottles at them until he was sedated and returned to bed.

teddy left the fort that night while everyone but the night watchman slept. he struggled to recover from what happened and drifted listlessly for a while... until he heard the news that noah had fled from his "rehab" program in the fort the day after teddy left, overdosed, and died.

the news spurred something in him, and he went looking for a real family and place to call home. after excelling in his initiation trials, he found one with the great khans. for two years, he was their resident rancher, runner, therapist, you name it.

then: 2278. the bitter springs massacre. teddy was away when it happened, and he still hasnt forgiven himself for it.

he spent the next three years drifting - again. hunting NCR. somehow racking up bounties in seemingly every single tribe in the mojave. his infamy, believe it or not, helped him survive: when he came across those who would kill him or turn him in, they seemed to prioritize who got to turn him in and collect the bounty over keeping themselves alive. whoops!

it was exhausting, though. drifting, killing, taking on the wasteland completely alone (except his beloved animals) took a heavy toll on teddy. he'd always been a killer and an outlaw, but he'd always been paid to clear other people's consciences. now, he felt he was only killing people to run from the consequences of his own actions. it was exhausting.

so, when three strangers – one in a loud, black-and-white checkered blazer – tried to knock him out and bind his hands, well… he had no reason not to let them.

*aint that a kick in the head starts blaring*

fun facts

hes not a big chem guy but hes such an alcoholic. in game he keeps at least 10 whiskeys on him at all times but would prefer to drink a sarsaparilla over using a stimpak.

he needs glasses pretty badly for his one seeing eye but he’s too stubborn to wear them

his scars always look a bit irritated because he doesnt take care of himself

he was a big pistol guy before benny shot him, but after he went blind in his aiming eye and started suffering from bouts of dizziness, he became a shotgunner. they require a far-from-perfect style of aiming