#he said 7 years ago' but okay that's beside the point here

[thetwelfthcrow]

TBF Lewis of 7/8 years ago would've had a heart attack if he saw fans calling him babygirl 😭 But that's the best part about him, his growth is measurable and substantial. He doesn't just utter apologies, he actively works on his flaws, he unlearns and grows. Honestly I am not a huge of him as a driver (great talent ofc but I was never much of a fan) but off track, he's genuinely great. He's interesting, complex and willing to own up to his mistakes. That's very rare.

oh yeah absolutely. i think princess-dress-Lewis 2018 truly opened a whole new part of himself after some serious self-reflection. he has grown, he keeps growing! he keeps learning and changing and becoming different versions of himself and i think it's so so cool and such an honor to keep following his journey over all these years. he's words and actions type man! he is very rare! yes! and he's a babygirl <3

[slutforsilverfoxes]

Miles to Go

TW: Without giving too much away, the following fic contains discussion of/allusions to mental health issues, violence, and gore- please read at your own discretion

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7 minutes and 39 seconds.

You tear your gaze away from the large analogue clock mounted on the wall and refocus your attention on the blonde in the corner who’s been muttering to himself since he entered the lobby nearly eight minutes ago. Shuffling some papers around on the desk in front of you, you lean down to whisper to one of the receptionists. “Has that young man checked in for an appointment? Or spoken with any of you yet?”

She follows your line of sight to the male who can’t be more than thirty, his brow now furrowed as he animatedly whispers to his left. The seat beside him is empty. She shakes her head and you let out a quizzical little, “Hm.”

It’s not uncommon for addicts to wander into the VA hospital, unsure if they’re looking for help or a hit. Either way, you didn’t go through four-plus years of medical school to turn away someone who’s clearly in need of assistance.

Approaching slowly in the hopes of mitigating any panic, you stop before the young man and wait for him to look up at you. With a smile, you point to the seat beside him and open with, “Hi, can I sit there?” He glances worriedly to his left again, then shakes his head.

“Okay, that’s alright. I’m Doctor Gibbs. What’s your name?”

“Can’t- can’t say. He said I shouldn’t talk to anyone.”

“Okay, hon,” you offer gently, letting out a small groan as you squat down and your knees creak in protest. How are you only 47 but your body feels ancient? You should really stop teasing your husband about his age. “I won’t ask you to talk then. Can I ask you a couple of questions, and you just give me a nod yes or no?”

He lifts his head to meet your gaze and you take a moment to study his features. Dull eyes. Mydriasis. Ulcerated bottom lip, likely from a nervous habit of chewing it. He scratches his cheek, and you notice a patch of stubble that he missed while shaving. He jerks his head down once, and you realize he’s agreeing to your offer.

“Do you know where you are?” A nod.

“Do you need some help?” A nod, and then after a beat, he shakes his head vigorously.

“Okay,” you soothe, “that’s alright.” He drops his gaze to his bouncing leg and you take the opportunity to scan him from head to toe. His hair is disheveled, beads of sweat pooling on his forehead. He’s donning a bulky sweatshirt and jeans despite the oppressive June heat, and he has on mud-coated work boots. He anxiously scratches the same spot on his cheek, and you see a glint of metal on his ring finger. “You’re a Marine?” A nod followed by a wry twisting of his lips and a subtle shake of his head. “Not anymore,” he rasps out.

“My husband was in the Corps, too. Semper Fi, right? Once a Marine, always a Marine.”

“No!” he barks back, jerking his head up with a fire in his eyes. “Andrew said not anymore. They made us hurt people- innocent people.” His sudden movement has caused his hoodie to shift, and you swallow roughly at what’s been revealed underneath.

“Andrew’s your friend?” He nods once more. “Did he come here with you today?” His eyes shift to his left then back to you, narrowed, before he bows his head.

“Can’t talk to you anymore,” he mumbles. “Drew says we can’t trust anyone.”

“Okay,” you respond softly, instinctively reaching out to lay a hand on him for comfort before retracting your arm. “Thank you for sharing all of that with me. I have some appointments to deal with, but I’ll be back, alright? You and Drew wait here.” You can feel his gaze on your back as you return to the safety of the desk.

Grabbing a notepad and pen, you ask your receptionist to run through the day with you as you jot down some thoughts. “…and then your last one’s at 4:30, but they requested to move it up if possible.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” you answer her with a smile. “These are my progress notes from Harry’s appointment this morning. Can you enter them and send a copy to his PT?” You tear off the top sheet and hand it to her, watching her eyes flash before she quickly controls her facial expression. “You’ve got it, Gibbs.”

With a quick squeeze of her shoulder you murmur, “You’re the best.”

As your receptionist heads back to relay your message to the nursing staff, you pick up the receiver from its cradle on the desk and dial your husband’s number. The sound of his voice, the warm rumble of his usual “Hey, honey,” instantly soothes you, and the smile on your face is genuine despite your heart hammering in your chest.

“Hi, my love,” you answer in kind, the nail of your index finger scratching away at the cuticle of your thumb. “We’re still on for dinner at David’s on J street, right? I’m worried we might have to push our reservation back.”

On the other end of the line, the NCIS agent snaps for his team’s attention as he puts his cellphone on speaker. “Write down everything she says, word for word,” he instructs McGee, placing the phone down on the younger agent’s desk. “Dinner at David’s on J street.” Brow furrowed, he returns his focus to you. “Are you hurt?”

“No, Jay, I’m gonna make it to dinner,” you laugh breezily, keeping an eye on the lobby as it steadily empties out. The young man seems to have noticed too, the bouncing of his leg growing more rapid and his eyes darting back and forth between the hallway leading to the exam rooms and you at the desk. “I’ve been eyeing up the dessert menu since my lunch break and the Alaska sounds amazing. I can’t wait to-”

“Put the phone down!”

In the span of a heartbeat, the blonde has crossed the lobby and now stands in front of you, his hoodie open and revealing a rainbow of wiring. He’s gripping something tightly in a shaky fist, and your heart leaps into your throat at the sight. Putting your hands up in a placating gesture, you say, “Let’s all stay calm, okay? You, me, and Andrew. We’re going to do this together.” You can hear Jethro through the phone still, calling your name.

Daring a glance around the lobby, you breathe a sigh of relief seeing that it’s only the two of you remaining. “Can I tell him goodbye before I hang up? It’s just my husband, and I don’t want him to worry,” you explain softly.

His jaw twitches, and he looks to the empty seat behind him before turning back to you and nodding. Lifting the phone to your ear again, you say, “Jay, I have to go. I’ll see you tonight, okay? I love you.”

You return the phone to its cradle, then crane your neck to gesture to the seating area in the lobby. “Why don’t we sit down and get comfortable? I want to help you, but I need you to tell me what’s going on.”

He shakes his head, doleful eyes watching your every move.

“Then let’s just talk here,” you suggest. “They made you hurt people before, right? You don’t want to do that again.”

“You don’t-” He shakes his head again, more forcefully this time, and flexes his fingers around the object in his hand. “You don’t know me.”

“You’re right,” you answer, slowly lowering your hands and instead offering open palms in an attempt to build trust. “I don’t know you, but I do want to help you. I’m a doctor, and it’s my job to help people like you. Like you and Andrew.”

Glancing over his shoulder, he turns back to you and drops his voice before confiding, “He said if I do this then I can sleep. I just want to sleep.”

A wave of sorrow washes over the fear roiling in your gut. “Let me help you,” you plead, ever so slowly extending your arms to reach toward him. You curl your fingers around his hand, and he lets out a shuddering breath. “That’s it,” you coach as his grip slackens bit by bit. “Nice and easy, just like that. You’re doing so well.”

Panic floods his eyes then, adrenaline making his pupils so wide that you can barely see the blue ring of his irises around them. “Don’t!” He wrenches his hand out of yours, chest heaving with shaky breaths, and you take a step back to give him space. “If I let this go now,” he pants, “we both die.”

“Somebody get me eyes in that hospital right now!” Gibbs barks at his team, halfway across the city. He stares at his phone in utter disbelief, willing your melodic voice to come back through the offending device. Just making sure you remember our code, old man, you’d tease. See you at home.

“Gibbs?” Ziva’s hand on his arm has him hurtling back to reality, concern tightening her features as she tries to get his attention. In a rare show of affection, Gibbs places his hand over her own, squeezing it gratefully. “I’m alright.” She registers an emotion swimming in his eyes that she’s never seen before in their leader, and it sends a chill down her spine- fear.

“Let’s figure out what she was trying to tell us.” He gestures for the team to huddle up once more around McGee’s desk where the tech savvy agent is trying to access the camera feed in your hospital.

“There’s no J Street in D.C.,” Ducky points out.

“No, there’s not,” his friend agrees, then explains, “When this crazy girl decided she wanted to put up with me for life, we decided that would be our code if either of us was ever in danger. Never thought I’d hear it, though,” he laughs wryly and shakes his head.

Tony presses further, “And what about David’s? Is that where you had your first date or something?”

“I’m not sure about that,” Gibbs responds.

“Boss, I’ve got today’s security footage,” Tim pipes up, and all heads swivel to his monitor.

“Is it live?”

McGee shakes his head, pursing his lips in consternation. “It’s going to take me some time to hack into the live feed, but I have what’s been archived from the day so far.”

“Skip ahead to 12:30.” Dozens of patients and scrub-clad employees scramble around on the screen in what would be comedic fashion had the situation been different. “There!” Your husband spots you on the screen, your white coat standing out in the lobby. He traces your line of sight to a male seated by himself in the corner of the room. Pointing at the screen, he asks, “Can you zoom in on him?”

McGee does as requested, the young man’s grainy visage coming into view. “I’ll run this through facial rec.”

“Look for any association with an ‘Andrew,’ too,” Gibbs tacks on, recalling your mentioning that name.

“Something is not right here,” Ziva notes, squinting as she gets even closer to the monitor. “Why is he wearing a sweatshirt in this awful weather?”

“Alaska!” Ducky cries out suddenly, and everyone’s attention turns to him. “That’s what Y/N was trying to tell us.”

“Enlighten the rest of us, Duck,” Gibbs says roughly.

“Jethro,” his dear friend starts regretfully, “I’m afraid you’re not going to like what I have to say.”

“I’m going to get you out of this,” you say with conviction, your voice strong and steady in direct opposition to your shaky hands. “Look at me.” His gaze shoots up to meet yours, and he has the distinct visage of a scared little boy. “I’m going to get you out of this,” you repeat, willing him to believe your words. As you look over the convoluted wiring, you ask, “Can you tell me your name? I’m Y/N.”

“I’m- I’m…”

“… Petty Officer Sean Cassidy, twenty-seven years old,” McGee supplies. “Looks like he enlisted with his best friend, Andrew Duggan, fresh out of high school. Cassidy and Duggan were on a mission with a joint task force in Afghanistan that got taken out by a jihadist group with an IED. Only Cassidy survived…” McGee’s voice trails off as he scrolls through more documentation, “…but he was in a medically induced coma for nearly two years. He was honorably discharged during that time and just returned to civilian life three months ago.”

“Talk about survivor’s guilt,” Tony sighs. “Add in some PTSS and lack of follow-up and we’ve got the perfect storm.”

“Uh, Gibbs?” Ziva’s voice rises in pitch as she calls out from her spot in front of the flatscreen. “You are going to want to see this.”

The senior most agent curses under his breath, watching the ticker tape scroll along the bottom of the screen: Live hostage situation at Liberty VA Hospital. Grabbing his coat off the back of his chair, he tosses the company car keys to DiNozzo. Pointing at McGee he says, “You stay here and keep us updated on what’s going on. Get me access to those cameras. David, DiNozzo, you’re with me.”

“You’re doing really well, Sean,” you say softly. “My friend is an expert with these, and I really think she could help us. Will you let me call her?”

He swallows thickly, and a bead of sweat rolls down the side of his face. “Promise me it’s not a trick.”

“I promise.”

He drops his head into a nod, and you slide your cellphone out of your back pocket before searching for ‘Ziva’ in your contacts and clicking on her name. The phone barely rings twice before the line crackles to life. “Y/N? Are you okay?”

“I’m okay, Z,” you answer, unsure if you’re trying to reassure her or yourself. “I’m here with my friend, Sean-”

“Don’t say my name,” he hisses, stealing a glance at the chair in the corner.

“It’s okay, son, we already know your name.” Your husband’s voice, strong and steady in the face of danger, has your bottom lip involuntarily quivering. “Is Andrew with you guys, too?”

“You can trust my husband, Sean,” you whisper. “He’ll understand.”

He worries at the spot on his bottom lip, breaking the damaged skin again and causing blood to ooze out, before seemingly making up his mind. “Yes, sir.”

“Alright,” Gibbs responds, and you can hear the wheels turning in his head. “Can you tell me what’s going on, Sean?”

“I just-” Tears well in his eyes, and your heart lurches. For the second time that day, you find yourself thinking He’s just a kid. “I just want to sleep, sir.”

“Ya having nightmares?”

“I hear their screams every time I close my eyes,” he whispers.

“I used to have nightmares, too,” Jethro confesses, “every damn night.”

“But not anymore?” Sean asks, hopeful.

“I, um-” He clears his throat before continuing, and you know he’s recalling how you two first met. “I got some help from Doctor Gibbs, actually.” In the car, Ziva and Tony silently exchange a glance. “She can help you, too, Sean. And Andrew.”

Training his baby blues on you, the young Marine lets out a heavy breath before quietly confessing, “I don’t want to die, sir.”

“Sean,” you interject, “no one’s going to die here today. I told you I’m going to get you out of this and I meant what I said, okay?”

“Listen, we’re still ten minutes out, but there’s a bomb tech outside who can-”

“No!” Sean suddenly grows agitated, forcefully shaking his head as he begins pacing the lobby and yelling, “No, no, no! You said this wasn’t a trick!” Wheeling on you, he demands, “Were you lying to me?”

Still cradling your phone, you put your hands up in deference and calmly reassure him, “It’s not a trick, I promise. I’m not trained to-”

Gone is the fear from his voice, his now icy tone sending a shiver down your spine. “If anybody tries to come inside this building, I’ll take the whole thing down with us in it.”

“Jethro,” you order, “tell them to back off. We’re fine on our own.” Trying to calm his frenetic steps, you ask him, “Can you walk me through how to disarm this thing?”

“I don’t-” With his free hand, he scratches the spot of stubble once more. “I don’t remember. Drew helped me, he’s good at engineering and stuff.”

Son of a bitch. Taking in a deep breath to steel your nerves, you offer, “Maybe Drew can show me what to do.”

His brows furrow as he searches around the room. “He’s gone.”

“Yeah, Tim, what is it?” Gibbs picks up his phone as the company car squeals into the parking lot outside your hospital, Tony and Ziva still tuned into your conversation with Sean. “I’ve got the live footage, Boss. There’s no audio but I can patch the feed in to-”

“Here, Tony.” He hands the phone over to his agent who’s booting up a tablet in the back seat, then steps out of the car to speak with HRT. “Gibbs, NCIS,” he announces his arrival, flashing his badge. “My wife’s in there with a former Marine, and we’ve already established a rapport.”

“I’ve got Alpha and Bravo teams stationed at the front and back exits, ready to go on your command, sir,” the team leader says.

“Tell your men to stand down,” Gibbs orders. “No sirens, no lights, no bullhorns. He’s a kid, a scared kid who just needs some help.”

“All due respect, sir, I think we should breach soon. As you said, your wife is in there with him.”

“Yeah,” Gibbs snarls, stepping closer until their noses are nearly touching, “and if you go in there trigger happy and his finger slips off that detonator, you’ll be in the ground before your next breath. Stand. Down.”

“Okay, Y/N,” Ziva begins, “McGee’s got us access through the camera in the lobby so we can see what you see. I am going to take you through this step by step. Do you have some scissors? Or a scalpel, I guess?”

Despite the gravity of the situation, you smile as you slide your utility knife from your pants pocket, an anniversary gift from your Marine. “Rule number nine.”

“That’s my girl,” Gibbs murmurs, watching you on the small screen.

“I know it looks complicated, but it is a pretty simple setup,” Ziva continues coaching you, the steady cadence of her voice giving you strength. “You are going to make three precise cuts, Y/N. Green, then blue, then red. Got it?”

Placing your phone on the floor next to you so both hands are free, you mentally prepare yourself, and after locking eyes with Sean, you nod. “Green, blue, red. Stay still for me, okay?”

Heart hammering against your ribcage, you say a silent prayer that you’ll make it home to your husband tonight, the opposite of your usual morning mantra. Then, you suck in a deep breath and make the first cut.

Finding yourself still in one piece, you move your hands to the blue wire. “One down, two to go. We’re almost there, Sean.”

“We’re almost there,” he repeats, swallowing thickly as you slice through the blue.

“Hey, Jay?” you call, delicately moving the cut pieces aside to reach the final wire. “You remember what I said on our first date when you tried to convince me not to date you?”

The NCIS agent absentmindedly reaches for the ring on his left hand, anxiously twisting it around his finger. “You said ‘I like a little adventure in my life’,” he recalls fondly, clearing his throat after his voice breaks on the last word.

“Well, baby,” you murmur, “here’s to adventure.”

“Open your eyes, Sean,” you say softly. “I made you a promise, didn’t I?” You help the young blonde peel his fingers off of the detonator, then slowly, carefully, remove his hoodie and the vest from his body. “We’re going to get you the help you need, and you’re finally going to be able to rest.”

“Doctor Gibbs,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion, “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt anybody. I’m sorry. It’s just that- well, sometimes, I feel like I’m still there and-”

“You’re okay,” you soothe, reaching out tentatively to touch his arm and try to ground him to reality. “You’re okay, Sean. When you’re ready, we’ll go outside together so you can talk to my husband, alright? Why don’t we sit down for a few minutes and-”

The distinct sound of helicopter blades whirring overhead drowns your voice out, and you see Sean’s eyes flood with panic once more. Snatching up your phone from its spot on the ground, you yell, “Get that chopper out of here right now! Ziva? Can you hear me?”

Sean begins pacing frantically, gnawing on his lip with renewed fervor and scratching the same spot on his cheek. “Sean, look at me,” you plead, lowering your voice as the noise outside mercifully dies down. “You’re home. You’re safe.”

He stops and turns to you, clearly confused and agitated. “Where’s Drew?”

“I’m sure he’s just outside, waiting for us.”

Sean lets out a frustrated grunt and shakes his head. “No, no, he’s supposed to be here with me. I need to know where he is.” He reaches into his back pocket, and you see the smallest blip of red shift from the wall to his chest.

You scream out, “Get down,” but your words are drowned out by the shattering of glass from behind you.

Dropping to your knees, you pull as much of his body into your lap as you can, pressing down on the freshly blooming wound in his chest. “Somebody help me!” Your throat feels raw but you yell out again, desperate for somebody outside the thick walls of the building to hear you.

Sean looks up at you with wide eyes, and somehow he looks even younger now. Bile floods your mouth, but you swallow it back down. “Don’t give up on me, okay? We’re in a hospital, we’re going to get you help.”

His eyelids flutter and he grimaces as he releases the cellphone from his grip and lifts his hand to cover yours. “Please- Please don’t leave me.”

Tears blurring your vision, you answer, “I’m not going anywhere,” your voice a lot stronger than you feel right now. Craning your neck behind you, you yell in another futile attempt, “Someone please, help us!”

When you turn back to Sean, his breathing has grown more shallow. “Don’t you leave me,” you implore, pressing your hands even harder against his chest and willing the rivulets of red to stop flowing between your fingers. You want to close your eyes, want to turn away, but you won’t let him leave this world feeling alone and afraid. Maintaining pressure with your left hand, you cup his cheek with your right and brush your thumb over his cheekbone. Mustering up a soft smile, you whisper, “It’s going to be okay.”

And then his body goes slack beneath your fingertips.

You throw your entire weight into performing chest compressions, breathing out ragged puffs of One, two, three, four, five, your body going into autopilot even as the pool of blood growing beneath you taunts that he’s not coming back.

Hearing footsteps approaching from behind, you whip around and demand with a snarl, “What the hell took you so long? Help me!” You turn back to Sean and keep pumping against his chest, your own heaving with exertion and the force of keeping your sorrow at bay.

Then you feel a hand on your shoulder gently pulling you away, and Jethro whispers a single word that shatters the dam. “Honey.”

You collapse against him, sobbing, and he tucks you into his chest. Curling your bloodied hands against your body, you garble through tears, “I could’ve saved him, Jay. Why didn’t they let me save him?”

Jethro doesn’t say anything, just holds you in his lap until the flurry of activity around you becomes too much to handle. You look up at him with bloodshot eyes, and he immediately understands, standing and helping you up, then walking you out to the periphery of the crime scene. An EMT rushes over, gently curling a trauma blanket around your suddenly frail body, and guides you to sit on the edge of the ambulance. You see her lips moving but are unable to make out her words through the buzzing in your ears. “…Ma’am? Ma’am?” Failing to get a response from you, she turns to your husband with a worried glance and says, “I think she’s in shock.”

“I’m fine, dammit,” you snap, “I’m a fucking doctor.”

She takes a step back at the ferocity in your voice, and Jethro puts a hand on your face, forcing you to look at him. “Let her take care of you. Please?”

His gentle tone softens the broken bits of you, and you turn back to the EMT. With a shudder, you whisper, “I’m sorry, I don’t- It’s been a really long day. I’m sorry.”

“You’ve been through a lot,” she murmurs. “I just want to check your vitals and then you’re finally going to be able to rest.”

Her words harken back to your final moment of calm with the young Marine, and you numbly hold out your arm as she fits the blood pressure cuff around your bicep. Tears trickling down your cheeks, you watch the coroner’s gurney roll across the parking lot. At least you can finally get some sleep.

[A/N: Please know I did a bunch of research while writing this to try and do justice to these very real mental health conditions, and I sincerely apologize if I misrepresented them in any way. I was inspired by an early episode of NCIS and a later line in the show where Ducky talks about DC not having a “J street”. It’s also my first foray into a fic that doesn’t wrap up all nice and pretty, so I wanted to push myself as an author. I’m always open to feedback and ways to amend/improve my writing, so please let me know if you have suggestions or can help me make the character’s portrayal more accurate. As always, thank you for reading 🖤]

[11queensupreme11]

Im sorry but WHAT are these ancient fucking laws I keep reading about in so many percy jackson fics 😭😭 I read the books a long time ago, so I don't remember it, but I thought it was just a fanon thing to explain why the gods are neglectful?

OKAY IM REALLY GLAD YOU ASKED THIS CUZ YOU'RE NOT ALONE

ive seen so many comments in arsenic blues from ppl who believe that ALL the gods are being WILLINGLY neglectful towards their kids, and that is NOT true.

the ancient laws are a canon thing in pjo. it's been mentioned many many times, but through scattered discussion. here's a list of dialogues that talk/mention it (the quotes were taken from this helpful reddit post btw)

example 1:

"Do not judge the Lord of the Sea too harshly," the Nereid told me. “He stands at the brink of an unwanted war. He has much to occupy his time. Besides, he is forbidden to help you directly. The gods may not show such favouritism.” “Even to their own children?” “Especially to them. The gods can work by indirect influence only. That is why I give you a warning, and a gift.”

example 2:

“Permission to kill, my lady?” I couldn’t tell who she was talking to, because she kept her eyes on the manticore. The monster wailed. ‘This is not fair! Direct interference! It is against the Ancient Laws.”

example 3:

"Why show yourself now?" Luke demanded. His shoulders were tense, as if he expected a fight. "All these years I've been calling to you, praying you'd show up, and nothing. You left me with her." He pointed toward the kitchen like he couldn't bear to look at his mother, much less say her name. "Luke, do not dishonor her," Hermes warned. "Your mother did the best she could. As for me, I could not interfere with your path. The children of the gods must find their own way."

example 4:

“Luke, I care very much,’ Hermes said slowly, ‘but gods must not interfere directly in mortal affairs. It is one of our Ancient Laws. Especially when your destiny ...” His voice trailed off.

example 5:

My heart sank. Chiron was right, but it was all we could muster. For once I wished Dionysus were here, but even if he had been, I didn’t know if he could have done anything. When it came to war, gods were forbidden to interfere directly. Apparently, the Titans didn’t believe in restrictions like that.

example 6:

Hermes readjusted the mailbag on his shoulder. ‘Percy, the hardest part about being a god is that you must often act indirectly, especially when it comes to your own children. If we were to intervene every time our children had a problem ... well, that would only create more problems and more resentment.

example 7:

“Besides, even if the other gods suspect Hades – and I imagine Poseidon does – they couldn’t retrieve the bolt themselves. Gods cannot cross each other’s territories except by invitation. That is another ancient rule. Heroes, on the other hand, have certain privileges. They can go anywhere, challenge anyone, as long as they’re bold enough and strong enough to do it. No god can be held responsible for a hero’s actions. Why do you think the gods always operate through humans?”

example 8:

"Now, a god cannot usurp another god's symbol of power directly-that is forbidden by the most ancient of divine laws. But Zeus believes your father convinced a human hero to take it."

don't get me wrong, there are gods who couldn't care less about their kids and willingly neglect them, but it's veeeery wrong to believe that ALL the gods are like this. it's canon that gods cannot interfere in their children's lives, even if they want to. they don't neglect their kids because they don't care about them, they do it because they don't have a choice.

hermes and luke's relationship shows this perfectly. hermes IS a good dad (he's actually one of the best imo). he knew what luke's fate would be and TRIED to change it even though everyone knew it would be impossible, but he was desperate anyway because he loved his son and wanted to try and save him.

unfortunately, every attempt to change his fate always failed (because duh, can't change fate): he sent luke on a quest to "build him up as a hero" only for luke to fail and get a scar, asked percy and annabeth to save him, but they failed too (he even snapped at annabeth for failing to go with his son).

sooo yeah! like i said, there are some godly parents that willingly neglect their kids because they don't care about them, but that's not the case for every single god. there ARE gods who care about their kids, they're just forbidden to interact with them, and that means they can't raise them either.

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Just Let Me Adore You Pt. 7

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: nothing here really

Genre: minor angst a lil comedy, sort of fluff

Summary: You’ve been dating your boyfriend, Bruce, for 3 absolutely blissful years. He’s a scientist and professor who is as smart as he is kind and if anyone asked, you were sure you’d spend the rest of your life with him. That is until two mysteriously charming men that Bruce swears are dangerous take an interest in you that threatens to turn your entire life upside down. I mean… what exactly are you supposed to do with two gorgeous men telling you something that suggests that basically everything you think you know is a lie? And why does part of you have enough doubt to wonder if they might be telling the truth?

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"Okay, I didn't make you talk about it when you showed up last night, and you completely avoided me before we went to work this morning, but it's been at least 24 hours now and I think we should talk about whatever happened with Bruce." Wanda says sitting beside you on the couch.

"I confronted him like you told me to." You shrug.

"And?!"

"I started by telling him I called my mom and that she confirmed I was a werewolf. It spiraled from there. He wouldn't look at me and that should've told me everything I needed to know but I still asked him. I even explained why my suspicions made sense and that I wasn't just blindly trusting Steve and Bucky. You know the entire time he couldn't even say he didn't know." You scoff. "He said a bunch of stuff about how it was ridiculous and it didn't make sense and he would never hurt me but not once did he say 'I didn't know you were a werewolf.' I even asked him to ya know. I said look me in the eye and tell me you didn't know or I'm leaving."

"And he couldn't do it?"

"Not only could he not do it he was busy asking me where I would fucking go. Tried to tell me Steve and Bucky would hurt me because I guess he thought I'd be going to them."

"Did he forget I also live in this city? Why the fuck would you go to them?"

"That's so not the point." You chuckle.

"I mean I know but like- he's an idiot." She crosses her arms.

"For more reasons than one." You nod. Wanda wraps her arms around you and places her head on your shoulder.

"How are you feeling y/n?" She asks.

"I'm fine actually. I think deep down I've been suspecting him since Steve suggested it so- I'm pretty sure I subconsciously accepted this long before I confirmed it." You shrug and you mean that. Your relationship pretty much ended weeks ago you think.

"I'm sorry honey." She says.

"It is what it is Wanda. Maybe I should've paid more attention to you not liking him." You hum.

"Nonsense you liked him and he was good to you, besides I'm not usually the voice of reason in this friendship so it's not like my opinion is a litmus test. Do not beat yourself up because he was a liar, even I didn't think he was gonna hurt you." Wanda says.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." You sigh.

~*~*~

A knock on Wanda's front door makes the two of you look at each other in shock.

"You expecting someone?" You ask her.

"No. I'd have told you. I'll go check it though." She says getting up and going to the door. You don't hear the door open but after a moment Wanda runs back to you in the living room. "Um- you wanna tell me why your werewolf buddies are at my door?"

"My- werewolf buddies? I don't-" You trail off with a frown. "You mean Steve and Bucky?" You ask.

"Yes! The Greek gods! Why are they here?"

"I don't know! I haven't seen them in over a month! They're here?! How did they even know where to find me?" You blink.

"Yes, they're here. Should I open the door? Do I invite them in? Should we just go talk to them at the door?"

"We should not invite them in until we know what they want. Let's go." You get up and open the door to see Steve and Bucky at the door.

"Y/n, hi." Steve smiles.

"Um... What are you two doing here?"

"We wanted to check on you." He says.

"You wanted to check on me? And how did you find me? This isn't even my apartment." You cross your arms. The two of them look at each other and you can tell they're trying to decide what to say. "I asked the question, look at me and give me an answer. The truth, if you want any chance of this going well." You say, demanding their attention which makes them look at you.

"We've had people... looking out for you." Steve says carefully.

"Oh so you are full blown stalkers. Running into you has never been a coincidence? You're just- watching me all the time?" You ask.

"No it- it sounds worse than it is and it didn't start like this." Bucky says.

"I don't think anything you say is going to make this better but I'll humor you, if it didn't start like that how'd it get there?"

"The team looking out for you started after we realized who Bruce was. We knew he wasn't safe for you to be around so we put together a security detail."

"A security detail?! Who do you think I am? The president's daughter?!"

"I'm sorry, you never noticed people following you y/n?" Wanda looks at you.

"They were instructed to keep their distance unless absolutely necessary." Bucky says.

"Plus the- main member of your security detail has a special suit that lets him get real small so you wouldn't have noticed him unless he made himself known anyway." Steve shrugs.

"We were informed two weeks ago that you left your apartment one night and didn't return." Bucky says.

"We thought you could use some time before you saw us again so we've kept our distance, but we wanted to see that you were okay." Steve says.

"You gotta stop. This stalker shit is not cute. You're just being weird. Showing up at my job was one thing but my friend's apartment? Enough. You don't know me. And I don't know you either. This is insane." You cross your arms.

"I'm Steve Rogers and he's James Barnes. We're werewolves like you are." Steve says.

"You're James now? Before it was Bucky." You turn your attention to Bucky.

"Bucky's a nickname from my middle name Buchanan."

"Okay, I have a quick question. Are you two mafia crime lords or what?" Wanda asks.

"Wanda." You look at her.

"What?! I'm trying to figure out how much danger this conversation is putting us in! We need to know who these guys are!" She defends herself and you roll your eyes.

"We would never hurt you, especially because of how important you are to y/n. We'd never do anything to harm her." Steve says.

"What part of 'stop' are you not understanding?! Quit trying to be my protectors I don't know you people! It is extremely unsettling." You throw your arms up in exasperation.

"We can't exactly help it." Bucky mutters.

"You absolutely can help it. You aren't preprogrammed robots."

"It's a long story but no we can't." Steve sighs.

"Right, well, before you get into that, can I get an answer to my question? Mafia crime lords? Yes or no, it is very simple." Wanda presses.

"Wanda!" You say.

"We are." Steve says.

"How did you know that?" Bucky narrows his eyes at her.

"Bruce suspected you for months." You tell them.

"And you didn't?" Steve asks.

"Well I had no idea there was a werewolf mob until he brought up his suspicions but I had no reason to think he would make some shit like that up but he also didn't have a reason for assuming that it was you except that you were werewolves." You shrug.

"Okay, so now that we've covered the crime lord thing; thank you by the way, we can go back to that oh so long story about why you can't help being overly involved in y/n's life." Wanda says.

"Wanda, why are you trying to mediate a discussion here?" You sigh.

"I'm just asking the hard hitting questions that the people, me, wanna know." She shrugs.

"It doesn't really matter why they're stalking me Wanda just that they stop!" You say.

"Actually you might want to know because it's a werewolf thing." Bucky says.

"It's a werewolf thing?" You blink at him.

"The way werewolves pick partners is a bit different from the way humans do things y/n. I'm sure it seems a bit odd to you since you probably didn't learn about it growing up but our behavior is standard when your wolf has chosen a mate." Bucky says.

"Mates!? You don't know me! I don't know you!"

"It's strange to try and explain. Sometimes your wolf will take a long time to accept a mate, other times something will draw you to someone immediately." Steve says.

"What? Like love at first sight?"

"Actually I didn't see you initially, I heard your voice and for me, for my wolf that was it." Bucky says.

"For mine it was... your scent." Steve says awkwardly.

"So you heard and smelled me in a busy sub shop and that sold you?" You frown.

"What? No this was at the mall." Bucky says.

"We- never saw each other at the mall. The first time we met was at that sub shop. The whole radiance thing." You frown.

"The mystery gifts!" Wanda gasps.

"What?" You look at her.

"When we went shopping for my first date with Wes months ago and that lady gave you things that someone bought for you!"

"Holy shit was that you guys?! Did you seriously hear me talking in a mall and decided to impulse buy me things?!" You blink at them.

"Guilty." Bucky mumbles.

"Oh my god, this just gets weirder and weirder." You say.

"We're sorry y/n. Honestly, we should've considered that things we think are normal would be offputting to someone who is only just learning about lycanthropy, but we didn't know you didn't know at the time and we're just- so used to doing things our way, to us it's basically the default." Steve sighs.

"Steve, Bucky, here's the problem I have; you know so little about me. You don't know my favorite foods, my interests or hobbies, my goals in life, my passions, my quirks or irritations, none of it. You heard my voice or smelled me and some primal part of you decided to cling to that and I find it hard to be flattered that your infatuation with me is based on arbitrary superficial things I can't control. They say next to nothing about me as a person and even if this is normal to you I can't bring myself to be endeared by this near obsession with me when you didn't even choose it really. Like you don't know me so you don't actually like me."

"You're right." Steve nods.

"I know you're skeptical about us but, would it be too much to ask that you let us try this the human way? Go on a date with us, just one, we'll get to know each other the way you're used to and- if after that you never want to see us again, we'll understand." Bucky suggests.

"I-"

"Hold that thought! Boys I'm just gonna talk to her real quick. You guys can just- hang out here for the time being." Wanda interrupts you and shuts her front door.

"Wanda I promise they can still hear us through the door." You tell her. She shushes you and drags you into your room, waving her hand after you both enter. "What did you just do? Wolfproof this room?" You ask.

"Temporarily. Listen, two adonis-like men are basically begging for your attention. Why are you so against this?"

"Newsflash Wanda they've pretty much been stalking me for multiple months. Just because they're six feet tall and sound... the way that they sound does not mean that behavior isn't creepy."

"Would it make you feel better if I, picked their brains a bit?" Wanda suggests.

"You can do that?" You frown.

"Of course I can. If it would ease your anxieties."

"Isn't that kind of invasive?"

"Well, they've been watching you for some time now so I think this would just be leveling the playing field." Wanda shrugs.

"Fine. Do it." You nod. Wanda closes her eyes for a few minutes and you watch little red lines dance around her fingers until she eventually speaks again.

"Okay results are in, they are pure of heart. At least in regards to you."

"What does that mean?"

"It means they are still crime lords and I didn't dig into other things they may or may not be thinking. But they do genuinely seem to care about you- even if it did stem from some weird instinctual thing." She shrugs. "You're safe with them. So go on the date."

"I mean I did just throw away 3 years of my life does going on a date really seem like a good idea right now?"

"Oh come on these guys have been in and out of your mind for months now. It's one date, they're not asking you to marry them."

"Is the fact that they're both coming on to me kinda weird? Like I can't handle them turning it into a competition." You mutter.

"They don't seem to be competing with each other. But it's definitely something to bring up. On your date." Wanda says.

"It's amazing how lucky they are that your insane ass is my best friend." You roll your eyes as she pulls you down the hall back to the front door. When she opens it again Bucky and Steve look up immediately. You can tell they'd been having some sort of hushed conversation in the hall while they waited.

"One date. Next Friday. If either of you does any more weird shit you will never hear from me again, I will move if I have to. You guys can choose the place. Pick me up at 7 and don't be late." You say and shut the door but not before seeing their faces light up.

"We'll see you Friday!" Steve calls through the door and you listen to their eager chatter fade as they leave the apartment.

"I cannot believe you just gave straight up orders to two mob bosses. And they listened!" Wanda laughs.

"I can't believe you convinced me to go through with this date." You scoff.

"I think it's a good chance to forget about Bruce. You get to learn about them, and maybe the whole being a werewolf thing in general." She shrugs.

"I should call my mom. I'm going on a date with werewolves, she'll probably have some advice." You say rushing into your room. Every week it seems like your life changes so drastically. If you think about it too much your head starts to spin. But you know Wanda and your mom are with you every step and that makes all the changes a little easier to navigate.

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Part 7/???

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header by @/earlgreymon

for @ashxketchum!! requested some time ago and finally got to finish it (there's a part that just won't write itself!). i know you asked for takari but your takari for me, my mimato for you (even though it's a little unfair since i love mimato, too). i still do hope you like it! i had a lot of fun writing this and it kinda went on and on as i typed once the part finally wrote itself. anyways! enjoy (i hope)!!

endgame | main characters ; yamato ishida, mimi tachikawa, some taichi yagami and sora takenouchi, can't forget gabumon, palmon, agumon, and piyomon | universe ; au / can be placed anywhere after 02 | ships ; yamato x mimi, taichi x sora, takeru x hikari | genre ; fluff, humor | word count ; 2,235 | rating ; 13+ | edited ; three times - forgive me for any mistakes

Yamato was never in the mood for flirting. He knew people fawned over him, he knew his band was worshiped by those his age, and sure, he did “have a feeling” that flirting was going to be part of his life. But he never even tried to flirt back. Well, maybe he did, but it was usually against his will.

The band was not together anymore, having to go their separate ways, but he still loved them. The flirting, however, did not stop. He knew he was a good-looking guy but now that he was living a life that did not involve anything that required him to “go out there and fly”, maybe a life without people flirting with him 24/7 would be nice.

He and Taichi were having a meal in a small diner with Gabumon and Agumon hidden beside them. The digimons were enjoying their food while their partners talked about school.

Although they took up different courses, they still had some minor classes together, which, despite Yamato not admitting it, was a relief from all the other students they swarmed with. He had made some friends, but no one at the same level he had with Taichi. Everyone came from different backgrounds, and if they were to be honest, it was a little overwhelming, especially since it was their first year in university.

“Are you going to Shinichi’s party on Friday?” Taichi asked.

“Who’s Shinichi?” Yamato questioned, not bothering to look up from his food.

“He’s in one of our minor classes,” Taichi responded, “cool guy. But this party is a little too early, don’t you think? It could be a way to make some friends, I guess. Wanna go together?”

“Can we go?” Agumon asked.

“A party’s always fun,” Gabumon said.

Taichi smiled at them and then looked at Yamato. “What do you say?”

Yamato looked over at the smiling Gabumon and Agumon and sighed. “Okay, let’s go.”

“Great!” Taichi exclaimed.

“But you’re driving,” Yamato said.

“Sora will.”

“Sora?”

“Yeah. She wants to go. But she wants to bring her car so that she can leave anytime she wants.” Taichi shrugged. “Her mom’s car. And she said walking would be a pain, Shinichi’s venue is a little far.”

“We can always ask Birdramon to fly us away,” Agumon jested.

Taichi chuckled, Gabumon laughed, and even Yamato gave a smile.

“So what time do we meet her?” Yamato asked.

“Not sure yet. But we’ll ask her, or message if we don’t see each other anytime soon.”

Yamato smirked. “Right. Anytime soon.”

When Friday arrived, Sora, Taichi, and Yamato, along with their digimon partners, were packed inside Sora’s mom’s car. It was just a four-seater after all, it would only be Mrs. Takenouchi, Sora, whenever Mr. Takenouchi would come home, and Piyomon. And of course, Piyomon rode shotgun, while the men were cramped at the back.

“I think we’re here,” Sora said, looking out the window.

“Finally,” Yamato sighed in relief.

“The place is packed and in full swing!” Taichi said.

“Let’s just find a place to park. Doesn’t look like there’s a lot of cars.”

As they drove around, Gabumon pointed at a spot and Sora immediately swirled to get to it. Both Taichi and Yamato looked at each other, surprised by the speed and sudden jerk of the ride.

They got out of the car and Taichi whispered how his soul nearly left his body after that short ride. Yamato rolled his eyes and stated that he was overreacting.

“His place isn’t that big up-close,” Taichi observed. “It’s just the garden.”

“You think there’ll be beer?” Yamato wondered.

“You three find a spot,” Sora ordered. “Somewhere we can see each other.”

“I don’t think there is a place where we can see each other,” Yamato said.

That could be true. The house was packed. So far, the three have not found anyone they knew. But they were just outside and there were not many people around, perhaps they would find more people inside.

“Think you three can go around without being seen?” Taichi asked.

“Of course!” All three digimons grinned.

The group dispersed, the digimons to the right and the Chosen Children straight ahead.

When they reached inside, they looked around for anyone familiar. After a minute of standing by the door, Sora was called by another young lady and she excused herself from the boys.

“We’ll leave at midnight on the dot,” she told them as she walked away.

“Yes, ma’am,” they both murmured.

After some time of just being together, people-watching, someone came up to them. Taichi straightened up while Yamato raised an eyebrow.

“Hey, glad you two can make it!”

“Thanks for the invite, Shinichi,” Taichi said, smiling.

“Yeah, the party’s great,” Yamato said, although he actually did not find the party that great.

“I’m glad you think so, Yamato. I really wanted your approval.” Shinichi grinned. “I heard you were pretty popular back then, I know you are right now. I wanted the approval of someone who knows how to party.”

“I don’t know how to party,” he replied. “I was in a band, but that didn’t mean we were always partying.”

“I see.” Shinichi pursed his lips. “I’m sorry for assuming. But anyway, enjoy the party.” And he waved goodbye as he disappeared into the crowd.

“I think he likes you,” Taichi joked.

Yamato sighed. “I don’t regret the band.”

“I know you don’t, we all do.” Taichi placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “But come on, enough of this. Time to have fun before the old lady tells us to go home.” He snickered.

Yamato scoffed. “I’m going to tell her you said that, I’m sure she won’t like it. At all.”

They both laughed.

The two did enjoy the party. They made new acquaintances and even stuck with a group. They invited Sora in and the three were glad they had new people by their side.

At some point, as the group was talking, Sora paused mid-sentence and everyone waited for her to continue.

“So—?”

“Mimi!”

Both Taichi and Yamato immediately looked to where Sora saw Mimi, followed by the rest of the group.

“What’s she doing here?” Sora wondered, her voice filled with worry.

“Why?” One of the members asked. “What’s wrong?”

Sora shook her head and headed straight for the young girl. Taichi and Yamato followed suit.

“Mimi,” Sora called her.

Mimi looked back and grinned. “Sora!” She stepped forward and gave her a hug, which Sora returned. When they let go, Mimi hugged both Taichi and Yamato as well. “I’m sure Palmon has found the others already.”

“Mimi,” Sora said softly. “What are you doing here?”

“I was invited,” she smiled. “They said there was going to be a party here and I thought it might be fun, you know. And Palmon’s with me.”

“Mimi,” Taichi started. “Who invited you?”

“Shinichi Ozawa did,” she replied. “Why? Is something wrong?”

“Well, no…” Sora said, tilting her head a little. “But, this is a college party. Does Shinichi know that you’re not a college student yet?”

Mimi began to think. “I went to your campus one time, and that’s when he invited me.”

“What were you doing on our campus?” Yamato asked.

“I wanted to surprise you all,” she answered, grinning at him. “But then I asked if you three were coming to the party. He said he wasn’t sure but I wanted to take my chances and surprise you here instead! Isn’t this fun?” Though she sounded unsure when she said the last part.

Yamato sighed. “I don’t think asking you to leave is an option, especially since you’ll be alone—even with Palmon.”

“So what do we do?” Taichi asked.

Sora licked her upper lip. “Babysit.”

Mimi’s eyes widened. “No!”

“Mimi, we don’t know these people. We don’t know these people. Please, stick with at least one of us. We’ll make it up to you, we promise. Just please, Mimi?” Sora pouted.

Mimi looked at all three of them but focused on Sora last. After a few seconds, Mimi sighed. “Okay. I don’t want to admit it but I am a little nervous about this.” She frowned. “Especially since I wasn’t even sure if you guys would be here.”

The three older Chosen Children sighed in relief.

Just then, the group that group the three were talking to appeared and asked what was happening.

“This is Mimi,” Sora introduced. “She’s one of our closest friends.”

“Really?” One of the guys asked. “I’ve never seen you around campus. What course are you in?”

“She’s from another university,” Yamato said quickly.

“May I visit you there?” the same guy asked, his voice a little flirty.

Yamato was suddenly feeling very protective of the younger girl. He did not like the thought of an older stranger visiting her. “Not at the moment,” he said.

“Why don’t you let her answer for herself?” the guy snapped.

Mimi smiled. “Yamato’s just always been protective of us. I don’t mind him answering for me…sometimes.” She giggled.

Yamato knew she was lying so he wondered why she was playing along.

The party was in even fuller swing about forty-five minutes later. Although the three knew Mimi was not too happy with the situation, they also saw that she was having a good time.

At the stroke of twelve, Sora ordered everyone out of the house after thanking Shinichi for the invite. As they headed for the car, the four digimons arrived by their side.

“Yamato, would you take the car and bring Mimi home?” Sora asked.

“Sure,” Yamato answered. “But what about you guys?”

Taichi intertwined his and Sora’s fingers and smiled.

“Got it.”

Mimi squealed. “You two have fun!”

“Agumon, Piyomon?” Palmon looked at them.

“We’ll protect them,” Piyomon said. “But we won’t ruin their moment.”

When everything was set, Yamato, Mimi, Gabumon, and Palmon entered the car. They were quiet for a while until Palmon asked Gabumon how Takeru and Hikari were.

“They’re still very shy,” Gabumon replied. “But that’s expected, right, Yamato?”

“Either very shy or very guarded,” he said with a laugh. “Taichi is still all over them.”

“And you’re not?” Mimi asked, smiling.

Yamato smirked. “Takeru can handle himself. Even if this is his first relationship.”

“Everyone knows Takeru and Hikari would be endgame,” Mimi said with a giggle.

“And Taichi and Sora, too,” Gabumon added.

“Yamato, didn’t Sora have a crush on you before? Mimi said that she gave you something special for Christmas one time. What happened?”

“Palmon!” Mimi chided.

Yamato sighed. “I’ve only told Taichi what happened.”

“I’m sorry,” Palmon said, bowing her head. “I was just very curious now that the topic came up.”

“I knew that Taichi had feelings for her, and I couldn’t do that to him, especially since I only ever felt feelings of friendship for Sora.”

“And Sora gradually had feelings for Taichi, too. And he didn’t even have to try too hard despite having strong feelings, correct?” Mimi grinned as Yamato nodded. “It just means they’re meant to be!”

The four talked more about their friend’s love lives. Mimi’s home was a little on the farther side so they had a lot of time to gossip.

Finally, Mimi had a mischievous look on her face. “What about you, Yamato?”

Yamato smirked. “What about you, Mimi?”

“Don’t turn this in my direction. I asked first.”

“If there’s nothing to say then it only makes sense the question goes back to you.”

“Oh please, someone like you is bound to have someone in mind.”

“There’s no one, Mimi. And again, what about you? If I remember correctly, you’ve always been a hopeless romantic.”

“I still am,” she admitted. “But my goal is different now. I want to play Cupid.”

“Don’t force it though.”

“I know the limits. Now c’mon, Yamato. Answer me.”

“There’s no one, Mimi.”

“Do I have to play Cupid?”

“If it’s with you then I don’t mind.” A smirk on his face.

“I’m serious!”

“Oh look, we’re here.”

Mimi looked up and sighed when she saw the building she lived in. “Okay, fine. But you owe me an answer, Ishida.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He rolled his eyes, but a smirk appeared on his face. “It’s time to go, Tachikawa. It’s getting late. Too late.”

“Will you bring the car back to Sora’s?”

“Yes. And then Gabumon and I will walk home.”

Mimi smiled. “Okay. Thanks for the ride.” She turned to the back seat as Palmon went down. “Goodnight, Gabumon.”

Yamato raised an eyebrow.

“I’ll say goodnight to you if you give me an answer.”

“The gas is running,” Yamato said, looking at the meter. “Goodnight, Mimi. Goodnight, Palmon.”

“Goodnight, Yamato,” Palmon said with a wave.

Mimi chuckled. “Okay. Goodnight, Yamato. Goodnight again, Gabumon.”

“Goodnight, Mimi. Goodnight, Palmon,” Gabumon said.

Yamato looked at her and smiled. “G’night.”

Mimi smiled once again and closed the door.

Once Yamato saw that the two had gone inside the building safely, he drove away.

“Yamato,” Gabumon said.

“Yeah?”

“You were flirting with Mimi, weren’t you?”

Yamato choked. “Flirting? Me? I wouldn’t say so.”

“You were.”

“I was not.”

“You even said—.”

“Gabumon,” Yamato said in a warning tone. This only made his digimon laugh. “Gabumon!”

“You won’t admit it, but you were!”

Yamato sighed. “You’re not letting this go, are you?” Gabumon shook his head. “Just don’t mention it to anyone. And no, I was not flirting.”

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Tangerines and deers- part 7

Very fluffy. Heart to heart moments between you and Ladybug <33

Tangerines phone buzzed for what felt like the 100th time, he answered it and put it to his ear.

“You have been lying to me, my friend.”

“Well, cats out the bag now, innit?”

“You were responsible for keeping my son safe, for keeping my money safe.”

“You know, I don’t know a thing or two about being a parent, but you know what I would, being that it’s your son and your money? I’d stop crying about your dead wife, get off your fucking lazy ass, come here and finish the job yourself. But as we’re having a bit of a heart-to- heart, got a couple things to tell ya. Your sons a complete bellend and he fucking deserves to be bleeding out of his eye sockets. And as for your case, I haven’t seen it since Tokyo. And I hope someone’s fucking found it, put it all on red, and having a fuckin’ wonderful time.”

“I will meet you at Kyoto station.”

“Oh, how wonderful. I can’t fucking wait.”

“I want to look into your eyes when I kill you and your brother.”

Tangerine struggled to find words “My brother.” He sighed and looked outside. “Morning rush hours rolling in quite nicely. Uh, what’s your plan, mate? You gonna fucking waltz up here and blow my brains out in front of the whole fuckin’ carriage of witnesses?”

“There is no one left on that train. I know. I bought every ticket until the end of the line.” He hung up.

“Oi. You. I know you.” Tangerine pointed to the girl in front of him.

❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎

“Hey, uh, Ladybug? Can I tell you something?” You mumbled quietly.

“Yeah, sure. You know you can tell me anything.”

“Yeah, I know. I just wanted to say, if this is the end of the line… I want to say thank you. For everything, really. You’re like… you’re like a father to me.” You said, not looking him in the eyes and looking at the floor as you guys walked beside each other.

(Alexa play heart to heart by Mac Demarco)

He stayed silent for a moment, and stopped in his tracks.

“Thank you, Deer. I’m glad I got to spend these last few years with you.” He said, looking at you.

When you finally looked at him, he opened up his arms.

“C’mere.” He said, as you hugged him tightly.

“Thank you. So much.”

❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎

“You’re that girl, aren’t ya?”

“Oh my god.” Prince whispered to herself.

“Yeah, I never forget a face, me.”

“I’m so happy to see you. Please help me.” She whispered. He started to walk towards her.

“Um, there’s this Man, and he was holding me hostage. He was wearing glasses, and their was a girl with him, and they killed my uncle. And they also killed this other man who, I don’t know, he just kept talking about Thomas the trains and-“

“Tank engine.”

“Yeah, right, exactly. But they killed both of them, and then he said he was going to get away with some sort of money. I don’t know.”

“I’m sorry, darling. I beg your pardon. I don’t know who the fuck you are. What was the girl wearing?” He asked, not really believing it.

“She was uh- wearing.. I don’t remember!”

“What was she wearing on her back?”

The girl put her hands up in defeat.

“Im just a girl who was supposed to get off at Nagoya, and then these people-“

“That was fucking ages ago.”

“I know, but these people, the man just said that I could be a good backup plan, and that a pretty girl makes a good hostage.”

“Yeah, well, he ain’t wrong there. But, look, keep your fucking knickers on, alright?”

“Please just help me.”

“All right, calm down. Get off or do what the fuck you like. You’re free to go.”

“Thank you, thank you.” He passed her. He saw something on her back and took it off.

It was the diesel sticker.

“Huh.”

“Are you okay?”

“Diesel.” He showed her the sticker “the absolute fucking worst. Little shit stirrer.” He took a deep breath “See, Lemon… God rest his soul, was a don. And he could read people, see them for who they really are. He was right. There’s been a diesel. Running up and down this train, causing all sorts of fucking havoc, and it was you the whole fucking time. You dirty little diesel!” He had his gun pointed to her.

“You made Lemon bleed… and Lemon never bleeds.”

Then, you and ladybug entered the car. The girl screamed for help.

Ladybug and him fought, and you were quick to kick Tangerine off his legs. You took the gun, and threw it the other way.

When he was knocked down, you pinned him down to the floor, getting on top of him. “Ladybug! A little help here?” You said, Tangerine tried to stop you and tell you that she was a diesel and liar, but you didn’t understand him.

Ladybug grabbed the gun, and hit him in the head with it. It knocked him out.

You sighed and got off of him. Examining the bruise that ladybug had given him just now.

“He’ll wake up soon. Not too sure how long that’ll last. Do you by any chance have a rope? And some tape would be nice.”

She looked through her bag, but she had nothing.

“No, sorry. Umm.. he said that he was going to kill you both and blame everything on you. He also said that there’s someone waiting for us at Kyoto station. Someone scary, who would hurt me.”

“No one’s gonna hurt you. It’s okay. We’re getting off this train.” He stood up. He looked at you, who was still trying to figure out what to do with tangerine.

“Just leave him be. Sorry I ruined your chances.. again. You’re a nice person, I’m sure you’ll find someone.” Ladybug said, grabbing the case and the gun.

“It’s alright. I got his number, anyways.” You smirked, he didn’t realize that you used his Face ID to unlock his phone.

“Of course you did.” He grabbed your good, not injured hand and helped you stand up.

“We make the next stop, we’ll be fine.” Ladybug said.

Ladybug made sure that it was clear and safe to go.

“Okay, kid, come o- come on!” He said, the girl had her backpack stuck.

“I can’t, my backpack is stuck!”

“Wha-? Leave it, let’s go. We gotta go, we gotta go.”

“No, I can’t!”

“Why don’t we just leave her?” You suggested.

“Right now, young lady!” He ignored you.

“No!”

“It’s our last chance.”

“No, no, no, no. Please come back!” She said, as time ran up.

“Kid, please.”

“I’m scared, I don’t want to be alone, please!”

Ladybug sighed, he looked back at you with an annoyed expression on his face. You sighed as well as you stepped back on the train.

When he looked over at her, she held her backpack.

“I got it.”

They decided to sit down, you paced up and down the empty aisle.

“It’s not your fault, kid. It’s my luck, not yours.”

“Yes it is! Jesus fucking Christ, ladybug, it’s a bag. It’s a goddamn backpack, what could be in there that’s so important?” You slammed your hands on his table.

“Calm down, deer. It’s fine.”

You sat down across from them, panicking slightly.

“You got your whole life ahead of you. Make sure you.. do something that brings you peace. Cause everything else is a pain in the ass. And if you run into a guy named Carver, he’s a dick. You can tell him I said so.”

“Fucking carver. Maybe if he was here his beautiful, amazing, asshole face would be the ones dying and not us.” You muttered, with your legs on your chest.

Ladybug squinted his eyes at you.

“It’s true! You have to admit that carver has a very… likable face. Maybe if he wasn’t such an ass I would date him instead.”

“I, uh… I… I took this. I didn’t want to leave it. The man had it, and I thought you could probably use it to kill whoever’s waiting for us at the end of the line. You’re not going to let me get hurt. Be honest.” She showed him the gun in her bag.

“Okay, so we’re while we’re being honest, fuck you!” You pointed at the girl. “If it wasn’t for you I’d be in a car right now, sleeping and probably dreaming of that fucking asshole who’s also unconscious a few cars over!” You said, and didn’t notice the man who stopped at your guys table.

He recognized the other girls voice. He sat across from them.

“Wow, wow, wow, c’mon, Deer,she’s just a kid.”

“Yeah? Well so am I! I’m about to fucking die. Admit it, we’re all about to fucking die!” You shouted. They didn’t answer.

“Look-“

“No, you know what-“ you were cut off as Ladybug put a hand on your mouth.

“Really?” He said to the man who sat down.

“Right. Uh.. okay fella, you’re creepin’ me out. So if you don’t mind, could you just find another seat, like, way, way, way, down there? Sorry about my friend, she’ll shut up. And that way, you won’t have to hear her complain.”

“Oh for fucks sake, I give up.” You threw your hands up, grabbing your katana and moving down a few seats.

“No.”

Ladybug sighed “Let’s just move. Let me grab your bag.”

“Ow.” He screamed, and he got up. You followed suit.

“Ladybug, you fucking idiot!” You chased him, and tried to get the snake off him. You grabbed the snake off of his hand, and crushed it under your foot.

“You’re fine, remember? We took the antivenom.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re right.” He breathed heavily.

He sat down again, and you sat down across from him.

“I’m sorry for my outburst..” you mumbled after a little bit.

“It’s alright. I mean, I get it. We are probably gonna die. And I wanted to apologize. You know.. i could’ve been a way better influence, I could’ve told you to stay out of this business and go have a life. You were only 18, you were so.. young.” He said, gesturing to you.

“And honestly, I’m sorry for that. I love you, I love you as if you were my own child. And I just… I don’t wanna lose you. I’m sorry about this, all of this.”

You both stayed silent for awhile again.

“I didn’t wanna get in this business. It was my family who wanted me to. It’s why I have this stupid sword.” You pointed to the one on your back.

He listened closely. You never really opened up to him, or anyone for that.

“I thought it was stupid, but they saw me as skilled. They trained me when I turned 10 and didn’t stop. I fucking hate them, I hate this job. It’s not your fault.” You told him quietly.

“I wasn’t lying when I said you’re a nice person. You’ll find someone eventually, even if it isn’t tangerine. And I’ll support you, no matter what you do with your life. You deserve better. And if you don’t want someone else than Tangerine, I’m sure that you’ll grow on him. He doesn’t seem to absolutely hate your guts.”

“And I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. I could’ve been a way better person during the beginning-“ he continued.

“It’s not your fault. I just.. disappeared.” You stopped him.

“You didn’t. I just didn’t look hard enough.”

(ELMAX REFERENCE 🫡)

The beginning of your career was rough. You didn’t talk, you kept to yourself, and Maria had told Ladybug that you were emotional. He just kinda brushed it off, and said it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle.

“Thank you. For everything. And you’re not bad luck, so quit fucking saying that. You just happen to have not the best luck. I mean, look what job we’re doing.” You joked, and you guys stood back up.

[elijahsvampylover]

i hope you got your happy ending. p1

Elijah Mikealson x reader

Warnings- none really, only single mom

summary- You and Elijah were lovers back in 1820. He left you one night because Mikeal was after them. You moved on, found a boyfriend and got pregnant of two girls. He didnt want children so you stayed as an single mother. A few years later, you go on an small vacation with your girls. When your looking for an restaurant, you bump into an strange men, someone you expected never too see again.

PS: english is not my first language and i am not the best writer, please be respectful and if you dont like this story leave.

thankyou already xx me

1820

''Hello, my love.'' Elijah said as he stood against the doorway, waching you put on your jewellry. ''Hello, dear. How did you sleep?'' you asked the love of your life. You were both vampires, you guys met at an ball that was kept very year. "Not that good, you werent with me.'' He answered. You chuckled. Yesterday you were at your best friends house. Belcalis, thats her name. You guys were friends ever since highschool. you both were already 52 now. Got turned at the age of 20, both turned in 1768. run away together from Chicago to England. Where you met elijah 7 months ago. and now were happily in love.

1822

''I woke up and he was just gone.'' You cried with tears in your eyes on the shoulder of Belcalis. ''Its okay, he does not deserve you.'' She said. 'But i love him.'' I cried out. I just didn't get the fact he just took off. Like it was nothing.

After this we left town. I had enough money for me and Belcalis. I came from an wealthy family. Bel didnt, since were bestfriends i always take care of her. She also takes care of me, She helps me a lot. She is my soulmate.

2013

"Mommy, when will the plane land?'' My 3 and a half year old daughter asked. ''In 25 minutes baby."' I answered. She is one of my twin girls, her name is Stormi. i have 2, the other one is called Aliyah. "mommy look!'' Aliyah pointed out of the airplane. She just woke up from a nap. We flew down to New Orleans. We originally come from New york.

Their dad left beacuse he didn't want children. He went to a witch and try to end their lives, he didn't believe it because vampires cant procreate. The witch said its very rare that i got pregnant and that he really was the father. He still wouldnt believe it so when they were 6 months old, he tried to take their lives. You could save them just in time with the help of an witch, Now their vampires and stay 3,5 years old forever. its though sometimes, but with the help of Belcalis it was easier. You lived in an apartment on the 54th floor in New york. and at the other side Bel lived. in an other apartment building. on the 16th floor. But that didnt really matter, because she was the most of the time at yours. Just like now.

''Yes we landed.'' I say too my babies as they look out of the airplane window. I look on my screen and see its 8 a' clock in the evening. we get out of the airplane and i place them in our rented car. Bel also woke up and sat beside me. ''well im hungry so we should go to an restaurant.'' since i was hungry too i agreed. we stopped at an little restaurant and eated something, after that we drived to the hotel and got our room.

''Hello miss, can i help you?'' The woman behind the desk asked. "Yes, we booked an room on the name y/l/n" the women smiled friendly and looked back on the computer. " The room for 4?'' she asked. ''Yes.'' Bel answered before you could answer it by yourself. ''Okay, here is your key, room 636 on the 6th floor.'' as she smiled at Stormi and Aliyah who were playing together.

As you guys walked down the hall, looking for your room. ''Ah look, 636.'' i say to Bel as we open the door of our room. As stormi and Aliyah jump on one of the beds. ''Ahww, you guys are so cute.'' Bel says to them as i look around the room. As i enter the bathroom, i see they have a bathub. ''Girls they have a bathtub.'' i say to the twins. they love baths, especially when there are a lot of bubbles in it.

time skip

I look on the little clock that stand on the bedtable. its late, very late. Bel already felt asleep as Aliyah fell asleep next to her. Stormi layed on top of me. After a while i also fell asleep. The next morning i woke up and saw that Aliyah and Belcalis were still sleeping. I saw that Stormi layed next to me, she probably rolled of me. I looked on my phone and saw it was 10AM. i stretched and went to the bathroom, i jumped into the shower and washed my hair, brushed my teeth, put on some make up and picked some clothes for the day. i wore a white short dress with white heels and a white cute little purse.

Bel and the children had woken up, i dressed stormi in an light pink dress with some sandals underneath, and Aliyah in an lila dress with also some sandals.

Today we are having an chill day, were going to the beach and shop a little. Bel had met a guy online who also lived here, so she decided to visit him. i decided to eat a little in a tiny coffeeshop were you got breakfast. After that we took the hired car and drove off to the beach.

It was nice, you guys swom a little and after that you went into the city. As they sat in their stroller, i looked for some nice dresses they could wear. and i found some cute jewellry, and some clothes for myself.

It was now 5' a clock in the afternoon, and the girls got a little hungry. i was walking down an small street looking for an restaurant when a man bumped into me from behind. He was running like he missed a train or something. ''sorry miss..'' he apolgied as he turned around. i was still holding the buggy and the girls were also looking at the strange men. I locked eyes with the stranger, and saw someone i thought i wouldn't ever see back.

''Elijah''

[chrisevansdaughter]

Hey i just thought of a pretty basic request but reader is just plain said and overworked and literally just done and chris (boyfriend/fiance/husband or dad or brother or just best friend i honestly dm up to u lol) just comforts her? just lots of fluff and cuddles and comfort (and dodger ofc)

Home.

Paring: Chris x short! Girlfriend reader

Warning: sad feelings, crying, tiny hints of depression, overworked, overwhelmed, anxiety, self destructive behaviour in some ways. and just pure comfort.

Summary: Reader has a hard week at work and it just builds up and becomes too much to the point she retreats to the shell of herself and Chris is there to get her back to herself.

Did this happen a lot?

Yeah, sometimes more than you wanted to but you were one of those people that couldn’t just breakdown when it got too much, you’d have to wait until you were bursting at the seams.

Numb. Emotionally and mentally exhausted.

Communication of your emotions has never been your strong point, it’s been better since you’ve know Chris for the past 7 years, 3 of which was in a relationship. He was always the person who could get you to offload in a safe and non self destructive way.

You got home hours before Chris was due to be back from set since he was doing reshoots. You trudged through the house dumping all of your belongings from the day by the door, up to your shared bedroom, stripping off your clothes to chuck on one of Chris’ T-shirts and then just cocooning yourself in the sheets like they’d protect you from the world.

And hopefully your mind.

Chris had returned from set hours later confused as to why all the lights were off as if no one was in the house, but you were here, your car was here, your stuff was by the door.

Considering the fact that he had noticed recently how much more closed off you’d been, weather it was because you were anxious or just in your head about something he knew it wasn’t good for you if he left you in your head any longer it would become self destructive.

He jogged up the stairs taking two at a time going into your shared room, quietly and slowly as to not overwhelm you and make you fall into a deeper shell of yourself.

“Hey sweetheart, I’m here how was work today hmm?” He whispered as he kneeled down beside your side of the bed rubbing your hip though the sheets.

“It was.. I don’t know how to feel about it, it was just draining and- I’m so tired.. I just want to sleep forever in hopes that it will all just go away like a bad dream.. I’m - sor-ry.” Y/n whispered quietly sobbing as if she spoke any louder it would add fuel to the fire.

“Honey, it’s okay don’t apologise for this and it’s okay, I’m here. I’m always going to be here bubs.” He whispered getting in to the bed next to her. Engulfing her in a huge hug.

You just whispered in agreement just snuggling deeper in to his chest, his scent overwhelming your senses.

Home.

That’s what Chris was to you home always in the darkest days when your mind was against you, when it was too loud to handle. He was your safe space your home.

Time passed since your small conversation with Chris, you were still in the same position even in these moments Chris fell in love with you more than he did all those years ago.

“Bubba, how about we order some dinner since I know you haven’t eaten all day so how about we order your favourite and watch cars 2. How does that sound?” He murmured softly into to her ear.

“That sounds amazing, babe thank you so much love I’m sorry for all this.” Y/n replied guiltily

“You have nothing to apologise about short stack I love you so so much okay, I’ll be your home forever.” Chris said sincerely with love laced in every word.

It’s one of things that y/n loved about Chris that every word he said was true and with love.

Food was bad, movies were watched, more cuddles were had and most importantly comfort was given and y/n was okay, Chris comforted her and kept her safe and happier than she was just mere hours ago.

He was her home.

Hey lovely here’s your ask answered I hope you love it and I hope everyone else enjoys it. Please don’t forget to reblog and like too and please don’t hesitate to send in an ask :)

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[megalony]

Reliving the dream- Part 3

Here is the latest part in my new Rafael Barba series, I hope you will all like it, thank you for the comments they always make my day.

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Summary: (Y/n) and Rafael had to recover from losing their baby 2 years ago, but their lives start to change again when (Y/n) finds out she’s pregnant again.

Enjoy.

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Finally, some fresh air.

(Y/n) took a deep breath of the crisp mid-morning air when she climbed out of Carisi's car, relieved to be back out again after what felt like forever of being cooped up behind her desk. Catching up on paperwork, scouting through the systems for vehicle matches and calling up other precincts to make their case stick.

Now that it was set in motion, they were taking on a new case and (Y/n) was going to talk to the victim and go over her statement again. This was the part of the job she wanted to be doing, out and about with the victims and going through statements and seeing witnesses. Desk duty wasn't something (Y/n) enjoyed about the job.

"So, you feeling okay, ready to be back in action? You didn't look too good when Barba took you home the other week."

Carisi stuffed the keys into his back pocket and rounded the car, walking beside (Y/n) as they headed over to Stacey's house, their latest victim of crime. It had been weird for him to be partnered with Nick for two weeks and to talk to victims and go places alone, he was happy to have (Y/n) back.

Everyone had wondered what was wrong the other week when Barba came storming in and then he was suddenly leaving and taking (Y/n) home. It was clear when (Y/n) came back in the next day that she didn't look well, her mind was somewhere else and she looked sick. At least now she seemed a bit calmer and settled again.

"I'm doing better, thanks." A genuine but small smile came onto (Y/n)'s lips as she looked up at her partner.

If (Y/n) were telling the truth then she would of said that she didn't feel one hundred percent but she was better than before. Barba would have put his foot down and made her stay home if she was still as bad as when he took her home that day. Her mental health had taken a dip and she had been violently sick when they got home, whether it was due to morning sickness or her emotions, they didn't know.

"Good, and if you ever wanna talk, you know I'm here."

Sometimes it was tempting to just tell him why she was worrying and wasn't feeling good but then it would mean the team would all know and then things would be different. (Y/n) wanted them to stay normal for just a bit longer. Her lips parted to give a kindly response but her eyes narrowed when they looked up at Stacey's house.

"The doors open."

The pair of them studied the house for a moment, the front door wasn't fully swung open but it wasn't left ajar either, it was part-way open but there was no sign of Stacey coming out or going in. A bad feeling tingled down (Y/n)'s spine and her gun felt heavier on her hip as they apprehensively approached the front door.

"Stacey, it's detective Carisi... Stacey, is everything alright?"

Carisi's hand rested on the clip of his holster, ready to grab his gun at any moment in case she was being robbed or hurt. He slowly walked into the house, his head turning in different directions before he looked back at (Y/n), pointing for her to take the left room and he would walk up ahead.

"Stacey-"

"He's jumped the fence, heading out onto the street!" Carisi's voice cut (Y/n) off and when she peeked to look out the window she could see a tall man in jeans and a plain white shirt stumbling down the side of the house and heading out into the street.

(Y/n)'s eyes briefly locked with Stacey who was shakily coming out of one of the back rooms, no injuries seemed to be on her so (Y/n) took off back out the front door, hearing Carisi not far behind her.

She knew that giving chase was technically one of the things she was supposed to hold back from but it was a chase. He didn't have a gun visible, he would have shown it and tried to hurt them if he did and he was stumbling down the street. Whoever he was might be Stacey's rapist and they needed to get him and keep him in custody for questioning before they lost him in case they got no further leads on him.

Giving chase always felt like running a marathon that had no finish line in sight, (Y/n) had done this hundreds of times and nine times out of ten they caught the person they were following but it was still hard. Skidding round sharp corners, bumping into people, walls, knocking past bins, having to push objects and sometimes people out her path to follow the perp.

Reaching her hand out, (Y/n) skidded round the corner, her fingertips grazing the perps shirt that she managed to dig her nails into and yank back towards her. She could feel her feet scuffing against the pavement and her upper body was almost falling on him from how she was straining and stretching out.

"Stop!"

Just as she wrenched his shirt back and slowed him down until he was almost beside her, he turned his body round and swung his right arm all the way round to her.

(Y/n) hadn't realised he had a phone in his hand until the top end of the phone was suddenly smashed into her face, catching her cheekbone and the side of her nose. Her head violently cracked to the right, her hand holding his shirt ripped the material before her arms bolted out to slow herself down and save herself from crashing to the pavement. Her stumbling feet slowed her fall and her knees scraped against the gravel but she managed to stop herself from falling on her front.

"(Y/n), hey, hey you alright?"

"Get him." (Y/n) nodded her head, dizziness washing over her but she waved her arm for Carisi to go. He took another brief look at her before his hands that were previously on her shoulders let go and he took off running again. There was more determination in Carisi's strides to get the guy now he had just taken a swing at his partner.

Blinking rapidly and rubbing her eyes to try and clear her vision, (Y/n) leaned back on her heels and took a few deep breaths. There was a stream of blood flowing down from her nose, her cheek felt like it was thudding, burning and already swelling and her lungs couldn't catch enough air. After a few seconds, (Y/n) swiped her sleeve under her nose before she forced herself to get up.

She couldn't think about what Barba or Olivia would say when they saw the state of her, she had to go and get this guy.

(Y/n) turned back and headed back round the main street and heaved herself down the street. The boys had gone round the back so sooner or later (Y/n) would find them coming back around and she could tackle the perp from the front if Carisi kept pace with him from behind.

It felt like she'd run miles and miles away from Stacey's house where they had parked but when she looked down the side street and noticed them coming up, (Y/n) felt a spark of relief flooding within her chest.

Slowing down to a stop, (Y/n) took a few steps back from the corner and caught her breath, waiting for the perp to come to her. Not thinking twice, (Y/n) unclipped her gun from her holster and swung her arm out to the right, cringing when she felt the barrel of the gun smash right into the perps nose which was now undoubtedly broken.

A gleam of pride glowered in (Y/n)'s eyes as she watched his head snap backwards before he fell down on his back. When her eyes flickered up to look at Carisi, she was met with a smile of pride that caused his eyes to crease at the corners.

"Cuff him." (Y/n) spat a slither of blood onto the floor, wiping under her nose once again before she took a few deep breaths.

There was a small flutter of worry sparking within her about the little secret she was carrying, but she was surely fine. He hadn't gone anywhere near her stomach, she didn't fall down flat or hit her stomach and it was only a small hit to her face. The only thing was her blood pressure would now undoubtedly be higher but she should be okay. She and Rafael were going to a scan this afternoon anyway.

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"What have you both been doing?" Olivia eyed Carisi and (Y/n) suspiciously but with a hint of worry in her voice when they both came into the main office.

First, there was Carisi with his hair slightly dishevelled, his shirt clearly showing he was sweating but the eye catching part was the bleeding suspect he was holding who was spluttering blood with his insults.

Then there was (Y/n).

Slowly dragging her feet behind her, the knees of her jeans were slightly frayed and coated in gravel and dirt and a few hints of blood. There was blood on both her sleeves, blood smeared onto her lips, her upper lip and all under and around her nose. But her cheek was more worrying, her left cheek was swollen and turning rather nasty dark shades and it was causing her eye to blink and wince more often.

"Our friend Dave here broke into Stacey's house then tried to flee." Carisi patted the slightly shorter man on his shoulder before he pushed him to keep walking. He was going straight into an interview room so they could find out what he had been up to and see if he had an alibi for last night.

"She broke my nose, I need a doctor." Dave grunted as he slowly plodded around the desks, being led by Carisi.

"Nah, what you need is to explain cos you're in a lot of trouble. Breaking and entering, assaulting an officer, rape. Come on." With that Carisi was hauling a frantic Dave down the corridor and into an interview room, out of sight and out of mind for (Y/n) and the rest of the team.

"(Y/n)..." Olivia stuck her hands in her pockets and slowly followed (Y/n) who she guessed was going to the bathroom to clean herself up.

"It's just a bruise, Liv, I'm good."

"Besides the point, (Y/n). You can't be giving chase, if he had a weapon or knocked you down or into traffic... I'm responsible for your safety and it's your responsibility to make sure you stay out of dangerous situations right now."

She watched with a sigh as (Y/n) leaned over the sink, dabbing water on her face and rubbing it into her skin and nose to rid the blood from her face. Even touching her nose made (Y/n) wince, it wasn't broken but it was definitely bruised but her cheekbone was swollen pretty badly.

"I know, I... I didn't want him getting away. I get it though, desk duty and talking, nothing else."

"And I get that but these rules are for your safety, besides, I don't want Barba coming in here starting a fight because I let you get hurt. Get yourself off for your appointment and we'll leave it at that."

Olivia thought of Rafael as a close friend and she loved their banter and bickering but she didn't want him coming in and arguing or letting off his Cuban anger at her because something happened to (Y/n). He was protective over her at the best of times and if she had been hurt whilst pregnant when she was meant to be on light duties, Olivia knew he would make a scene.

No one wanted that.

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Turning her head, (Y/n) slowly rubbed her cheek against Rafael's shoulder before letting her head rest back down on his burning chest that had gone back to a steady breathing rhythm now rather than the erratic breathing he had not too long ago when their bodies were entwined.

The tv was softly and quietly playing a classical music channel Rafael had turned on to have some music background before they went to sleep. He hated being on his phone or just thinking when there was no noise in the background to fill the silence. It was nice to have music swirling around the back of his mind whilst his thoughts flooded to the front of his mind.

He could feel the heat suddenly disperse around him and come off of them both in waves despite the window being open to let the midnight air come in. The cover had long since been kicked to the end of the bed, strewn half on the bed and half dangling down to the floor and Rafael couldn't be bothered to pull it back to rest his legs on like he usually did at night. His mind had shifted from being blank with love to now slowly rotating random thoughts through his head that he couldn't shut down just yet. He wanted to sit and reflect for just a while longer.

A soft, lazy smile found its way onto Rafael's lips when he felt a string of peppered kisses being placed on his chest. The sensation tickled against his hot skin and made him feel shivers running down the base of his spine.

Moving his right arm that had been resting behind his head, Rafael lowered his arm until it was draped over (Y/n). He let his eyes fall closed and his hand wander until his palm was resting on (Y/n)'s stomach causing his lips to curve into a brighter smile.

Over the past two years, he had tried to forget about the feeling and motion he was feeling right now with his hand on (Y/n)'s stomach. During their first pregnancy it had been a fixation for Rafael to rest a hand on (Y/n)'s growing stomach, just to feel how it changed almost every day and to feel it swelling just did something to him. He found it magical, almost hypnotic and when their baby girl had started to move and kick, the sensation and feeling was unreal.

Losing her was unbearable, they had to stop themselves from saying certain things, talking about the topic of kids and revert away from stores and such. But Rafael had to suddenly refrain from touching (Y/n)'s stomach and even her waist so neither of them would breakdown and cry.

This was the first time Rafael had started to smooth his hand over (Y/n)'s stomach and draw patterns since finding out she was pregnant. He could already tell the difference even with his eyes closed, he could feel the small change, lip a tiny bump in the road.

(Y/n) continued to pepper kisses over Rafael's chest whilst moving her leg higher that was resting in between his.

It was nice to lay like this, no phone calls demanding either of them to leave their homes and go into work. Nothing that needed to be said between them and nothing that they had to get up to do, it was just them and the peace that surrounded them.

She could feel him shifting and leaning to his left, presumably to grab something from his side table. But after a few moments, (Y/n) could feel his pulse increasing and she could hear his heart beating against her ear. Her tired eyes opened and she propped her head up on his chest to look at him and see what had gotten his attention.

With a smile, (Y/n) moved her right arm from just resting on his chest to wrap it around his torso, hugging him closer to her as if he was about to run away and escape.

"What you looking at, guapo?"

(Y/n) felt her breath catching at the back of her throat for a few seconds when she looked at what he was holding in his hand. Her eyes almost started to water as she stared at the black and white scan photo they got at their scan two days ago.

(Y/n) kept her copy in her bag for now, it would soon be up on her desk when she eventually told the rest of the team about the baby. They had a copy for Rafael's mum and another one for either an album or a photo frame, they weren't sure which yet. But Rafael had one for himself too, and he didn't quite know what he was going to do with it yet, for now it was kept in his wallet so he always had it with him.

It was so strange to have another scan photo when the very limited few they already had were kept in a treasure box or in the frame in Rafael's office. Each of those pictures always brought sadness to their broken hearts, but this one, it filled a small hole.

The photo was a symbol of a new start, a second try. It proved to them that this was really happening.

"I'll be able to tell people soon that I've got a kid, something I never thought about until I met you. Mami's happy, she'd always tell me she's waited long enough for a grandkid."

Rafael smiled through his words but his eyes could barely look away from the photo for long before he found himself staring at the image of his baby once again. He never used to think about a family as something he desperately wanted, sometimes in the dead of night he would wonder if he really wanted to put his work first for the rest of his life. He wondered if leaving his love and family life until later was the right thing to do.

Meeting (Y/n) changed everything for him, he knew that all the waiting he'd done had been for a reason. Now, if someone asked him if he had children or if he knew what it was like or what they were going through, he would relate. He could proudly and happily say that he was a father.

His mother and grandmother had understood he had put his career first, he wanted to make something of himself and show what skills he had and what he could do. But then they started to say that he was losing time, repeatedly telling him that he needed to find someone to settle down with, even if it meant he only got married and didn't have children.

Now they both felt at rest, knowing that he was happy and settled and that he could tell them he felt complete.

"It's happening." (Y/n) whispered quietly as she closed her eyes and laid her head back down on Rafael's chest, squeezing him a little tighter to her chest.

There was still a big part of her that couldn't get her hopes up, she couldn't put too much effort or emotion into this until she knew they were past the point of miscarriage. If they got too excited and prepared or ready and something happened, (Y/n) didn't know if she would get through it a second time.

But she also had to listen to Rafael and he kept telling her that no matter what worries she had, they still had to be a little optimistic. They couldn't go through these nine months expecting the worst and not living in the moment or talking about it or even showing their love for this baby.

"It is, hermosa... does it hurt?"

Rafael gently brushed his thumb against (Y/n)'s cheek where her bruise was slowly starting to turn a lesser drastic colour and the swelling had gone down a lot now.

The moment he had seen her face when he met her at the hospital, rage had seeped through his veins until (Y/n) thought he was going to lash out at someone or explode. Explaining that she was hurt in a chase wasn't the easiest thing for (Y/n) to do and she had gotten the lecture she knew she would of taking things easy and being on light duty.

At the same time, Rafael knew (Y/n) was only trying to do her job, being on lesser duties couldn't be very nice or fun, he understood that.

"Not anymore."

Rafael didn't respond, he simply pressed his lips to the top of her head and earned a squeal from (Y/n)'s lips when he flipped them over so he was hovering above her once again. His dishevelled hair was spiked up at odd angles and stuck to his forehead but that only made him look even more appealing.

The cheeky and almost sinister grin on his lips that showed his teeth made (Y/n)'s chest flutter with anticipation as she felt him moving to rest between her legs.

Neither of them were going to sleep tonight.

[emmy-dekarios-bg3]

Heart of the Weave - A Baldurs Gate Fanfiction

CHAPTER 7 (GALE’S POINT OF VIEW)

I’m waiting outside the facility with Shadowheart, questioning if Emmy is alright and how I wish I could be there for her. I have numerous questions racing through my mind such as: I wonder why I was asked to leave the room if I’m her husband? What would he be telling her that I can’t be there for? No matter, I suppose; nothing I can do except leave the man to his practices. We stare at the outskirts of the city, admiring the entertainers and noticing a new circus is opening up downtown.

“What do you think is going on in there?” Shadowheart asks, both of us staring in the distance ahead of us. “It’s taking quite a long time.”

“I wish I had the answer to that question. I’m sure everything is fine. Besides, if it were fatal, she wouldn’t have waves of feeling perfectly fine, right? It may just be a bug. Ah, if only we had a doctor back in Waterdeep.”

“If they don’t remedy that soon enough, I may lose my mind. Maybe I should become a doctor. I am a cleric after all. I am perfectly capable of curing the wounded and guiding them to a path of spiritual healing.”

“A religious doctor? I’d love to see how that plays out.”

“Shut it, Gale.” I notice Karlach and Wyll heading our direction, Karlach appearing to be more enthusiastic than usual as she approaches us. It seems she’s trying to convince Wyll to take her to the new circus and all I could hear was him saying, “No, not right now. Maybe later, okay?” Thank the Gods for Karlach’s energy, otherwise I’d be even more anxious than I am right now.

“OH. MY. GODS. Fytz has the cutest baby I have ever seen. I’m so glad she’s alive and well after what went down in the city over a year ago. Man… How fortunate for them. Now I need a baby to cuddle… But I don’t want kids,” she says with the utmost energy in her voice. “I need a glass of wine.”

“Are you going to be that weird aunt that brings too much booze to the parties?” Wyll teases. She elbows him playfully in the shoulder. I chuckle, rolling my eyes at their nonsense, though I will say I think their relationship is rather sweet in a chaotic sort of way.

“Shhh! Don’t give away my secrets! Say, where’s Emmy? Is she still in there?” At that very moment, the door opens and she walks out, her skin still pale and her face in complete shock and bewilderment. Her eyes are staring at the ground, not making any contact as she walks out. She appears to be speechless and I begin to worry about what happened in there. What did he tell her?

“There she is! Looking like she might die, but she’s here,” Karlach says. Emmy still doesn’t say a word, not even a light smile appears on her face, just a blank stare. “Oh. Soldier?”

“I’m…okay. I won’t die thank the Gods,” she murmurs, but there’s still something she’s still hiding. I walk up to her with a smile, waiting to see if she’s going to say anything about her situation. Her bottom lip appears to be quivering, as if she’s trying to fight off the urge to cry. My smile fades and worry takes over, making my heart race at an intense speed. She keeps trying to speak, but not a single sound escapes her lips.

“Honey, I’m worried about you,” I say. “Can you please tell me what’s going on?”

“I’m pregnant. We’re having a baby.” At that very moment, I could feel my heart sink to the inner abyss of my stomach, causing a hint of nausea as she confides the unexpected news to us. Everyone stares at her in astonishment, then all eyes are on me shortly after. I’m unsure how to respond, and I also can’t explain what feelings are swimming around inside me at this moment. We’ve been married awhile, we love each other deeply, we’re more than content with our home lifestyle. So what is the problem? Why do I feel this way?

“You’re…pregnant?” I mutter, trying to process the words she said out loud. I certainly can’t see the expression on my face, but I imagine it’s a blank look. “We’re…having…”

“Gale? Are you going to be alright?” Wyll asks. “The poor man looks like he’s going to faint.”

“Were you eavesdropping on our conversation? How I said I need cuddles from a baby? Or…am I crazy?” Karlach asks.

“I think the crazy ship has sailed long ago,” Shadowheart says with a chuckle. “Besides, I think she’s serious.”

“Holy shit.” I wrap my arms around Emmy, feeling the warmth of her tears soak themselves in my robe. I want to be there as much as I can for her, though I will admit this comes to an extreme shock. Silence is very present right now as well as trying to process this unexpected news, though I honestly can’t say I’m surprised in any way. I look into her dark eyes, wiping away the tears on her cheekbones with the tip of my thumb. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath as I try to comfort her, which seems to help to some degree. This isn’t bad news for us, but I will say we weren’t exactly planning on having a family of our own.

“It will be okay,” I whisper in her ear. “As long as we can avoid any Absolutists or bloodthirsty devils at all costs, we should be okay. We need to head back to Waterdeep as soon as we can.”

“Without saying hello to your favorite bloodsucker? How rude,” a familiar voice mutters nearby, and we all turn around to see Astarion standing there in the open, smiling and exposing his hungry fangs. “And darling, I heard the news. I do hope you’re alright.”

“Astarion! Wow… I didn’t realize the sun is already setting,” Emmy says. “How are you? What are you up to?”

“To be honest, I’m trying to get out of this god-forsaken city. Ugh! Then again, when Raphael has the crown, we’re fucked no matter what.” More news for my exhausted mind to process. Why and how would Raphael have the damned crown?

“RAPHAEL?!” Shadowheart and I shout, intense shock in our voice. That is not the news I expected to hear today, but I’m also not surprised. With our sheer string of weird luck, I’m not quite sure what to expect anymore. On top of that, as if the entirety of our situation couldn’t get worse, Raphael is now an archdevil and has complete control of all nine Hells. He also might be after Emmy now, but I sure hope that’s not the case. However, I do not think Raphael’s intentions are to overpopulate the world with mind flayers, so there’s that going for us at least.

“Boy! What a day!” Karlach says. My mind is racing with so many thoughts and fears, like: what will happen if Raphael has the crown? Will I be a good father? Will I be strong enough to protect my family should anything happen?

“Gods… Why? There’s way too much for me to process right now,” I mumble. Emmy continues to hug me with her head lying on my chest. I kiss the top of her head, trying to ignore these worries but I doubt they’ll perish any time soon.

“We will get through this like we always have. I promise,” she says, looking up at me with her innocent brown eyes. I can’t help but smile at her, the love of my life, the one person who keeps me the man I’m meant to be. She’s right.

“As much as I love romantic dramas as much as I love debauchery, I’d really like to know… If it’s okay that I come back with you all. To Waterdeep,” Astarion asks. “I know that was very sudden and you’ll need time to think about it, but holy Hells, I can’t be here any longer.”

“What? You don’t like it here, even with Cazador gone?” Shadowheart asks.

“There’s far too many memories here for me, way more bad than good. I’d like to start anew. Everywhere I turn, I see Cazador, even though he’s dead. I’m reminded of the alleyways where I was beaten to a pulp and then turned. I can’t live like this anymore, facing my own trauma day by day. I don’t want to live in fear any longer.”

“Well, come stay with me. No offense, but I can’t for the life of me imagine you living with three humans, one of them being a baby.”

“Aw! I’m offended, but also, you’re not wrong at all. Fine. I accept your offer.” Emmy and I watch these two have the most humorous conversations, grateful that we’re reunited as a group, even if it’s a temporary situation.

“Bite my neck though, and your ass is grass.”

“Aw, I love family reunions!” Karlach cheers while jumping up and down.

I look at Emmy, nodding to the north to have her follow me to a distant area for a moment, allowing everyone to catch up while we get some private time. The sun is setting beautifully while the moon ascends into the lavender sky. The entire city is bright underneath the silver glow. We find an empty field of grass and various flowers just west of the city.

“Come sit in the grass with me,” I tell her. She sits down next to me and we both admire the glistening silver stars in the sky. I hold her hand as we admire the night time atmosphere.

“I love you, Gale. I always have and always will,” she murmurs, grabbing my face and planting a delicate kiss upon my lips. I feel a calm feeling overwhelm my body and I finally feel less anxious than before. I don’t want her to know about the anxiety I felt earlier. She doesn’t need to feel worse.

“And I love you until my dying breath.” As I say these words to her, I notice something is on her mind. She begins to disassociate. “Is everything alright, baby?”

“Just thinking about the crown, how there needs to be some way to get it back, how the world might be worse than it was with the elder brain.” She sighs, leaning her head back and I can tell she’s under a lot of stress. I wrap my arm around her and kiss the side of her head.

“I don’t think Raphael would do anything like the brain did. If anything, he will use it as a means to be the master of the Hells, where Zariel and the other archdevils will have to bow down to him and serve him. In reality, it’s a means for power in Hell.”

“You’re definitely right. I shouldn’t be worrying so much. Thank you.” She takes my hand and places it on her delicate, small belly, where our child is growing.

“So a baby, huh? Boy, that will certainly change our lives,” I say. We both look at our hands that are placed on her stomach, just admiring it as we’re sitting outside underneath the astral sky.

“Right now, I’m just in shock, but… I will get used to the idea. I know I’ll love him or her, no matter what.” She turns to face me with her adorable eyes, admiring me with her gaze. She wraps her arms around my neck, kissing my cheek. I chuckle and return the favor by kissing her lips, placing my hand underneath her chin. Our tongues intertwine as we kiss passionately, just enjoying each other’s company underneath the darkest of nights. Is it strange I don’t want this night to end?

[i-didnt-do-1t]

Okay but what if!! Skittery hides away crying because of a very bad day

I love Skittery! :D

Skittery doesn’t like to cry- it’s embarrassing and awkward for everyone involved and has no benefits at all actually so he just doesn’t do it- ever.

The last time he cried was approximately 7 years ago and in his defence, he was a kid and had just been kicked out of the ramshackle broken down house they lived in by the man who was meant to be his parent. (He was planning on leaving anyway, but that’s beside the point)

Still, for whatever reason today he keeps feeling that unfamiliar burning sensation behind his eyes, the same one that has his throat aching and jaw clamped shut on account of the fear that if he moves it, the burning will follow through. He is not about to cry at the distribution gate while picking up his evening papers- he’s just not.

If the others have noticed he’s being quiet they haven’t said anything and he appreciates it- the fellas know that the general rule if someone seems off is to just leave them alone unless they say they wanna talk- a guy is allowed his privacy.

Skittery doesn’t like to cry- a personal pride more than anything- and he sure as hell isn’t about to in front of the guys.

And then Oscar throws his papers onto the ground in front of his feet instead of passing them to him like a normal person but he’s a Delancey so Skittery doesn’t know what he was expecting, and still the aching in his throat comes back ten fold as he shoots the brother a glare and leans down to grab the papers, his bad leg twinging at the movement.

It’s not until he pushes himself up again that the pain in his leg shoots from his knee to his hip and all at once his eyes are beginning to well up and fuck this because the one thing worse than crying in front of the guys is crying in front of the Delancey’s.

It takes far too long to shrug off the concerned look from Boots as he uses his stick to help him somewhat semi-limp to the alley just around the corner from the distribution centre where he leans back against the hall and hisses out a little in pain till he takes the weight off his bad leg and the tears finally start.

He makes a point of aggressively wiping them away with the heel of his palms before they can actually fall, at this point more angry than upset so he doesn’t quite understand why he’s crying, why now after all this time, but it doesn’t change the facts.

Here he is, leaning against the wall alone in alley praying someone he knows don’t come down and find him rubbing away at his cheeks till they’re pink and his eyes are dry.

[vault81]

OC Interview

I was tagged by @orionlancasterr to do an OC Interview! So here is Jacks! (though I may edit this later with more of them)

"Oh- you uh wanna interview me? fuck it why not! ask away!"

name:

"I go by Jack mainly, but I guess you want 'ma 'government name'"

He starts biting down on his lip while his eyes scan the room

"I think it's Jack Andrew Cooke, ha! It's been a hot minute since I had to remember that one! Not used that since the G.O.A.T! exam!"

nickname:

"My nickname? most folks just call me 'courier' or 'six' but back east people did start calling me 'the lone wanderer', That one doesn't exactly roll off the tongue like the other two though."

gender:

"I'm a male! or man! dude works too!"

star sign:

"Uhhh what's my what?"

After being told what a star sign is, he begins counting on his fingers to work out when exactly his birthday is and what that'd make him, breaking out in a bright wide-eyed smile when he finally figured it out.

"I'm a libertarian! Oh- Arcade say's I'm wrong, apparently it's 'Libra', close enough in my book."

personality type:

"My personality type? uh, I'm a nice guy, I guess? I can be a bit dense sometimes, but I try not to be mean or rude.. wait, that's not what the question means does it?"

height:

"The last time my height got checked out, I think I just shy of 6'3? no wait! Arcade is around my height! and he's 6'3 I think? so yeah! I must be!"

orientation:

"Uh- hold on, lemme check my compass.."

He tries to stop himself from laughing, as if he just made the funniest joke in the world

"Bahahahaha! d'ya get it?! orientation, compas- oh okay I guess It wasn't as funny as I thought... uh- I suppose you could say I'm into guys, always have been I suppose.."

nationality/ethnicity:

"American! I'm sure 'liza said we had some Scottish in us too, Wherever that is!"

favourite fruit:

"Hmmm I'm gonna say Watermelon! They didn't grow 'em often down in the vault, so when they did, it was always for a special occasion! I haven't found anything out here that compares to them yet!"

favourite season:

"Winter! I absolutely hate the heat- yeah I know I live in a desert whatever! But I just love when it gets freezing, wrapping up warm in front of a fire and getting all cozy! and the snow! I love snow!"

favourite flower/scent:

"Lavender, I think it's just for the smell really. It reminds me of home, 'specially Old Lady Palmer! she used to smell like that when she'd come and babysit us! It's just become a comforting scent I guess, If that even is a thing?"

A smile crosses his lips as he closes his eyes, softening as he briefly relives those early years of his childhood

coffee/tea/hot chocolate:

"I'm gonna go with hot chocolate! I don't like how bitter coffee can be, besides It messes with my stomach, so I can't really drink it anyway!"

average hours of sleep:

"7-8 hours I'd guess.. used to be I'd be getting 'round 9-10 but we're always on the move these days so I've gotta be up early!"

"Although good luck waking me up! I sleep like a brick!"

dog or cat person:

"Dogs! Dog's all the way! One of our first adventures outside of the Vault me and 'liza found a dog! he kinda just kept following us around, think his owner died or something, we ended up calling him Dogmeat!"

He smiles, looking down at his pipboy, a picture of a blue heeler smiling away while it gets a bath is on the screen.

"'course we had to give Dogmeat away when we left D.C, he was getting old by that point, so it was best for him. Besides, he's in good hands with Moira!"

dream trip:

"My dream trip? ya'know I don't think I really have a 'dream trip' never had a place that I've been dying to go! guess you could say I've always been about the journey rather than the destination."

favourite fictional/real character:

"Hmmm.. think I'm gonna say The Mechanist! what's not to love about a dude with a robot army?! I mean yeah he was a villain but rule of cool overrules I think!"

"Ya know that reminds me I actually met 'The Mechanist' a coupla years ago.. fought a 'gal dressed up as The Antagoniser, but I'll save that story for later!"

number of blankets you sleep with:

"I actually don't sleep with a blanket most nights, my body runs too hot! I end up overheating under those things, Arcade compares me to a human furnace, so he ends up hogging 'em all!"

random fact:

"I'm actually allergic to some types of medicine! my eyes get all itchy and swell up! mainly ibuprofen that does that one... I just pop a anti-histamine and I'm right as rain though!"

Jack jumps to his feet stretching out all his limbs and gestures to the door

"Now, was that all? I got a few errands to run for the Followers over in Freeside!"

Since I'm not too sure who to tag (idk who else has done this or not) I'll just leave it open for anyone who else who wants to do it!

[littledolce]

Long re: everything

not even sure where to start but I need to start again, somewhere.

the somewhere I find myself is a mountain lodge owned by people and institutions that are emptying, souls I don't know if people believe in them or care. in mountains that are simultaneously beautiful and, perhaps even empty of being haunted, as the tribes that were here were nomadic anyways. It's still their land, and I feel one of my tasks is to listen. so far it's been quiet.

but that's just only one of many details. looking back, i've got lots of holes in my written offerings. i've got pieces of my life scattered in different mediums and memories, and a question that haunts me is what is important to "keep", and keep is a strange word because in the end, we don't get to keep anything. essence travels elsewhere.

I keep fighting the reality, in a way. I can't believe things have gotten so bad. materially, they might not appear bad. but on a soul level, it's bad. there is a lot of emptiness, and it's hard to deal with even despite being warned years ago, especially by Yogi Bhajan. That this would be a time where people would be hard and neurotic, and that we could rise to the occasion by deciding to be healthy, happy, bright, and serving, and not sitting in judgement. I don't feel like I'm necessarily sitting in judgement, I think I'm just waiting for the final wafts of resentment and sadness about what it, to dissipate. a friend said to clear this all out in this time. It is. I just have to keep accepting, deeper and deeper. It's one thing to understand the true nature of death, and to ponder it daily while you are still alive and energetic.... I think it will feel different when times change again, into what some might say will the "winter" of things. are we already there?

7-8 years with him and that family. it's over like a blur. so many good memories, and so many atrocious ones. the worst was being screamed at , at the end, to get the fuck out and I don't care where you go. a curly headed man I loved so deeply, once. and over time, chipped and chipped away at me and my incredible strength. I became broken. I held on. I didn't know where else to go. some moment I suppose I could feel sad at, like I could have prevented it from going all the way down the shitter, but the reality is that he never wanted to address anything that made me resentful, so in those moments he touched my body and I bristled, it kept the pattern going, along with the intermittent ecstasy that kept me glued in. and other things that made it more and more complicated as time went on. but they were all so wrong, on so many levels. I should never have been invisibly tasked with raising a "grown" man who wasn't grown properly by his mother. fuck that. and I mistakenly looked up to this father, who I thought was being a good role model. HE WASN'T. HE STILL ISN'T. I DON'T GIVE A FUCK. THESE WORDS ARE TRUE FOR ME. BIGGEST ASSHOLES AND FUCKING CUNTS I'VE EVER DEALT WITH. GREEDY AS FUCK TOO.

okay. the ego has to get those parts out. there is no shame left. there is still my heart, deeper and deeper, and even despite the days that I see the heart break, it also hasn't broken so I know it's a lion. and I have no choice but to rely on my bravery and courage. I know that I'm the only one that can make my skin impenetrable. I will be the only barrier between whatever shit comes. well, perhaps that last bit isn't totally true, as this phase of Chironic solitude will probably pass, and besides this living situation I know is temporary.. but the point is, it's good to be strong anyways, and it's good to build what cannot be broken.

I have to work on no longer being disappointed with things, because certain larger things and patterns aren't going to change. we are in the collective trajectory. I'm past the point of nihilism, which I went through in the pandemic in h-town. it's a point of real groundedness, looking at things in a practical way, but also looking to the gods and myths again and seeing if I can find the deeper art within myself. it's hard to tell what's left to happen for me, but I don't think it works to lose hope. is it that we ride this thing out with as much dignity and grace as possible, being strength for others? because I've got enough now to share. open and neutral, not emotional- remember this.

i wonder sometimes how "smart" lol I actually am. I've read enough to move my life along and I've got the inner wisdom, had it all along, but ... I don't know. there's a lot I don't know. at least there is some relief, some validation, in knowing that we are in a "sibling" world, and that perhaps all this time I've been chided, and spent time chiding myself, for my inner kid .... how is that worse off than the kids in adult bodies who have actually ransacked all the resources and been so unbelievably greedy, with their son's lives, calling all the houses their own. it's so silly. you don't get to keep any of that.

just typing to get some of this out of my head and off my fingers so that perhaps space can be cleared for the deeper unknown things. still wonder what matters. how can you have expectations when you cannot get simple replies ... to anything. people turned into computers, robots, greedy monsters, on the inside. I will come back here and write some other things that sound better, more poetic, but I had to talk about narcissists for a moment. when all the "men" and adults in your life have failed, and abandoned you, over and over and over and over, and you didn't ask for this, what are the alternatives, really? how is/was it supposed to go any other way? kings and queen of broken homes, they build their shelter out of sticks and stones. fucking right. one grueling step after another, blood, sweat, tears. misplaced judgements from others, constantly being the scapegoat until I finally energetically shook that off. but that period lasted for a loooong time. and living around and with liars is just pure insanity... it's being behind a glass wall you can never get out of, and you are "figured out" by everyone, and your story is never allowed to change. they decide how and who you are.

but no more. this is probably that time that Bly refers to, when you have to be rejected over and over and over, to finally come into who you are. it's the only thing that makes sense. remember to not fear being original. and only get stronger and stronger and stronger.

thankful for Scruff who has been with me this whole time. soft, warm, the best cuddly buddy. I like to listen to him when he's asleep, and making funny breathing noises, or maybe barking in his sleep, or when he inquisitively and deeply sniffs the air around him, close to my ear as I have him lifted up. he rests his head on my arm right now.

this entry is more literal and to the point because I'm tired but this was necessary. I will try some other writings later.

love you

[rodricksfilipinagf]

Friendtopia Part 3: ...So, You’re Planning the Ball, Right???

We’re in Kuzco’s large bedroom. His headboard nearly reaches the ceiling, and his marble floor is expansive. There was another bed moved along the opposite wall, because I feel weird about sleeping alone in this new, unfamiliar place, and we agreed that my visit here would have more of a sleepover vibe if we slept in the same room. If it were any other person, he would have balked at having to share a room, but I just think he’s delighted to have a 24/7 audience to hear him talk about himself, and the bed in the otherwise unoccupied area of his gargantuan room was a small price to pay.

“Can you believe he said I had to get my own stuff?” Kuzco rants. “Who does he think he is?”

“I- I don’t know.” The downside to this whole sleepover vibe is that I have to listen to nonsense like this. But you know what, even if I did have my own room, I 100 percent guarantee that he would have came in there and the same thing would have happened.

“It’s called a convenience store. It’s whole purpose is to be convenient. It says so, right in the name.”

“Right, yeah,” I say, trying to get comfortable on my bed.

“What’s convenient for me is for someone else to get what I want. You know what’s not convenient? Me. Having to get everything myself. It defeats the whole purpose of the name. Why even call it a convenience store if you’re just going to inconvenience me? Might as well call it an inconvenience store.”

“Yeah, yeah that name should absolutely be changed. Convenience is relative.” I’m humoring him at this point, but I bet he’s going to think I’m serious.

“See, you get it?” (Knew it). “Why can’t the entire empire be on board? Or at least the stupid owner.” He buries his face in his hands.

“Hey, Kuzco? I know that this was a really rough day for you, but you know what might cheer you up?”

He slowly looks up at me. “I’m listening.”

“We throw a ball tomorrow,” I suggest. “When was the last time you threw a ball?”

“Years ago,” he says. “Throwing balls is a lot of work. It cuts into my sleep and hot tub time.”

“Okay, and I understand that, but how fun would it be to wear the new clothes we bought today, and dance, and…”

“And meet girls?” He lifts a brow knowingly. “Don’t lie, you’re doing this so you can talk to that girl you saw before.”

“Ughhhhhhh, okay, you’re so right, but not in the way you think. I was wrong. She’s totally annoying and pretentious and she won’t stop talking about manatees. Oh, that reminds me, the ball has to be ‘save the manatee’ themed.”

He wrinkles his nose. “What? That’s an awful theme.”

“I know, but she was talking shit about how you don’t care that manatees are an endangered species.”

“I don’t,” he reminds me.

“Well can you pretend like you do? She thinks both of us are superficial, and I’ve done a lot of social justice work, and I can’t have that.” I flop down on the bed dramatically. I squeeze my eyes shut. When was the last time someone was so wrong about me? Oh yeah, I remember. That foreign dignitaries dinner.

I feel extra weight beside me on the bed. “You know you don’t have to prove anything to her, right?” I hear his voice say softly. “She’s a basic bitch who has no idea what she’s talking about. And she doesn’t know you.”

“You’re right,” I say. “But she will. We’re going to throw the best ‘save the manatees’ ball this empire has ever seen.”

“Whyyyy,” he moans. “Why the theme? Why can’t it be something cooler? And about me?”

“Because proving people wrong is what we do. And,” I let out a sigh. “If I’m being honest, maybe raising awareness for endangered manatees isn’t the worst thing in the world. I mean, it’s so terrible how tourists assume they’re dangerous and kill them.”

“That’s so dumb. They’re like the laziest creatures in the Incan Empire.”

I snort. “Second laziest.”

He turns to me. “Yeah, that reminds me, can you plan the ball? I’m going to need my hot tub time after how stressful today has been.”

I let out a sigh. “Yeah, fine.” Planning a ball wasn’t exactly on my list for this getaway, but I’m great at delegating, and at least I’ll be able to make it look like a legit “save the manatees” ball was the plan all along, and not something I spontaneously came up with on the spot. I start to head for the door, but I feel a hand close around my arm. “What now?” I ask.

Kuzco looks at me concernedly. “You haven’t screamed yet.”

“What?” I ask.

“Back in the marketplace, you said that you needed a place to scream without seeming crazy, and you haven’t done that yet. I can’t have you taking your angry energy to deal with my servants. It’ll make me look bad.”

I don’t even know where to begin with that. “…Me? Make you look bad?”

“You know where’s a great place to get rid of anger? Hot tubs.”

“That doesn’t even make any sense!”

“So? I need company and my servants can wait. It’s hot tub time.” ~ “She called the beach superficial?”

“I know!” I explode.

“Fuck that!” Kuzco says, slapping the hot tub water. “She doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”

“And-and…” I was on a roll. “If she claims she’s not superficial, or whatever, why does she have to have a bag that costs…what’s the conversion rate here…” I try to mentally convert in my head. Math has never been my strong point.

“No clue,” Kuzco says. Such a promising emperor, he is. You know what, actually, that’s not fair. You can be a world leader and still be shitty at math.

“Two thousand Kuzcoins,” I estimate. His eyes widen. “Yeah. I’m telling you, what she’s doing is all for show.”

“Wait, so does that make us…superficial?” Kuzco asks, a furrow between his brows.

Good question. “I mean, I hope not,” I say, sinking further into the hot tub. “Honestly, at least we own what we are. At least we never claim not to like expensive things, rather than claiming that it doesn't matter while enjoying all the benefits.”

“Yeah,” Kuzco says. For a minute I think he’s actually mulling it over. Then he says, “So are you good? The ball won’t plan itself.”

I shake my head. “You may be the only emperor who hands off ball planning responsibilities to his honored guest who is supposed to be on vacation.”

He looks confused. “But you like it, don’t you?”

I let out a sigh. “I want it to go perfectly,” I say, getting out of the hot tub.

“Same difference,” he calls out as I dry off in a rose-scented towel.

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bad word | kth drabble

⇢ 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔; one of the kids in your class curses and you make it your responsibility to break it to her dad, luckily you know him better than your co-workers

⇢ 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff, smut, dilf!taehyung

⇢ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: protected sex, explicit language, age gap; taehyung is 35 and reader is 28 (although their age is not mentioned in the story, just the age difference of 7 years), mentions of smut, slight biting

⇢ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 6.4k+

𝒂/𝒏: commissioned anonymously! this was supposed to be 4k but here we go again, another proof that it's a challenge for me to write something short haha

𝒎.𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | ☕️ | © 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐 (𝒏𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅)

“You're doing amazing, Jihoon.” you praise the little boy, patting the top of his head as you glance at his coloring book. The coloring is a little bit off, actually a lot, but you can't really tell him that, can you? He seems to be encouraged by your praise, your heart beaming when he looks up at you and gives you a grin, his two front teeth missing.

You praise other kids at the table, somehow content how silent the room is. Well, apart from the occasional squeals, laughs and toys crashing down the floor every few seconds, but that's just something you got used to very quickly. Now it's just a noise you can listen to without having the need to go somewhere quiet. However, headaches make an occasional appearance once you get back home, the place empty from all the kids noises and their presence. You can't say you hate it though, you actually miss them a lot.

You wouldn't do this job if you didn't like kids. And these particular amazing and cute kids that you get to see five days a week somehow sneaked their way into your heart, so you easily have grown attached to them. You could not see them for one week and feel like they’ve grown too quickly. Not for nothing people say you can see the real time passing by on kids. It's true.

Making your way back to the teachers table, you reach for your bottle of water as you join your co-workers, having a heated conversation while kids have their own play-time without you interfering.

“No, no, no. Mr. Kim has to be the first. Hands down.” Sara says, shaking her head while your other co-worker Katana just chuckles mumbling something along the lines “You've got a point”.

“What are you guys talking about?” you ask them, opening the bottle while taking a few gulps.

“Just ranking the hottest daddies. Kim, Ivy's father is definitely and successfully holding the first place.” Sara waves her hand as if she's talking about weather and not about one of the kids' fathers that is in this very same room.

You choke up, a few droplets of water spilling down your chin as you quickly wipe it with the back of your hand. Katana and Sara burst into laughter, enjoying your sudden and shocked reaction while you glare at them.

“Y/N agrees for sure.” Katana smirks, causing you to frown at her.

“Don't you guys have something else to do?” you mutter, closing the bottle as you feel your heart racing, eyes silently searching for Ivy who's playing with one of the dolls putting them into a kids stroller.

Your heart softens at the sight, her pigtails still successfully holding, the ones you made her once she woke up from her nap time. She always asks you to do them, she can be very persistent when she wants to.

“Loosen up, Y/N. It's not like you don't think Mr. Kim is the perfect dilf out of all daddies here.”

Your head snaps towards Sara, eyes bulge out as you feel your whole face flash while your co-workers laugh at your reaction once again. Your heart beats harshly against your ribcage, feeling their eyes on you as you straighten yourself and clear your throat. Just as you're about to say something, Katana cuts you off before you even have a chance, her eyebrows lifted confidently. Maybe you should be happy they're continuing with the conversation rather than laughing at your reaction and finding you being more frustrated and red with each passing minute.

“He has someone. He clearly isn't with Ivy's mother,”

That's true. Ivy's mother is coming to pick her every second week and it's quite known they're not together. It's not like Ivy's father hides it and besides, Ivy's mother likes to show her frustration towards her ex-husband at every occasion and she definitely doesn't mind if she's doing it in front of her kid's teachers or in the kindergarten her kid is going into. This is definitely not the place to voice out her annoyance towards her kid's father, especially not in front of her even though it seems Ivy has her own little bubble and luckily, doesn't put too much attention to whatever her mother has to say whenever she comes to pick her up, trying to discreetly speak not so fondly about her ex-husband. However, you know better.

Her ex-husband is a very friendly and polite man, loving his daughter like no one else. It warms everyone's heart whenever he comes to pick her up, not because he's handsome or a perfect dilf as your co-workers named him (which to be honest you don't know how to feel about it). Maybe that's why she seems so envious of him because he has a perfect relationship with their daughter. Well, at least that could be one of the other reasons for sure.

However, as soon as those words leave Katana's mouth you feel yourself getting tense all over again as you stare at her with a neutral look. Sara frowns, seeing displeased by the new information and how Katana sounds so sure of herself.

“How do you know that? Has he told you anything?”

Would it be too awkward if you just stepped away from this conversation? Why out of all time, one of the kids can't do something that would require your whole attention and presence? Just like on purpose, there's a complete calm yet cheerful atmosphere in the classroom.

“No,” Katana snickers, “But a man like him has to have someone. I mean, take one look at him. He can't be single.”

You shake your head at her statement, even though partly you'd agree if you didn't know any better. Sara sighs, mumbling a few words of how unfortunate it is that every hot man is either married or dating someone. Not going to lie, you're not blind and it's hard to resist Taehyung's charms. That's what his name is. Kim Taehyung. It sounds nice even in your head. But not even once you were thirsting about him so publicly, especially not in a classroom full of kids even though they can't hear the conversation that's been clearly going on way before you made your way here.

Luckily, someone up there has listened to your silent pleas when two of the kids start to bicker, your clue to turn around and leave from the conversation as you assure Sara and Katana you got it. By the time you kindly explain to the kids bickering isn't nice and give them the pep-talk, Sara and Katana have separated and are playing with other kids.

Later in the day when a few of the kids have already gone home and got picked up by their parents, you're closing the classroom's door while bidding goodbye to one of the kids and their mom. You're opening your mouth, ready to talk to Sara (since Katana already went home because there's no need for the three of you to be here when most of the kids went already home) but before you can, the usual chirpy and soft voice calls out something you'd never expect you'd hear again.

“Fuck!”

You and Sara stare with wide eyes at each other before you glance at the four year old Ivy, her brows furrowed as one of the toys she was trying to reach fell down on the floor with a loud bang. She seems completely oblivious that whatever she said is bad, her small and neaty hands picking up the toy as she glares at the poor plastic pink car for dolls.

“I got it.” You mouth to Sara, seeing her finger pointing between her and you, her silent way of asking who's going to deal with it.

“Ivy, honey,” you call out to the little girl, her round eyes glancing at you as she sits on the wooden stool taking the car with her as she sets it onto the table where her dolls are sitting.

Should you tell her something? She seems oblivious to the curse word that so freely let out her small mouth. Reminding her and trying to explain to her that she shouldn't be talking like that would just put more attention to it. However, this is not the first time you've heard this word because the same thing happened yesterday. You've no idea where she heard it from, well the most likely option is that she heard it at home. But you also know her father is very serious about language around kids, especially around his own kid to be precise. You mean… stuff like that can happen to anyone. People often curse before they realize they did it, it happened to you a lot – not in front of kids or in your job though.

Did he and his ex-wife maybe get into an argument? Maybe one of them cursed and Ivy obviously heard it.

“What did you say just a moment ago?” you ask her, letting her think about it. Okay, if she doesn't remember you'll let it go and act as if it didn't happen. But if she--

“Fuck,” she shrugs innocently, your eyes widening once more as you look around to see if any of the kids heard her. Luckily, they haven't.

Sara stands nearby, not really hearing your conversation but she definitely heard the word “fuck” coming out of Ivy with no problem. She stares at you, somehow looking both worried and amused at the same time as you take a deep breath.

Oh, fuck. She's not even your kid and you feel your palms getting sweaty. You don't want to cross any lines or interfere with the way she is being raised, you know not many parents appreciate when one of the teachers gets involved. However, it's your job to explain to her certain things when it directly happens in the kindergarten and in front of other kids. The last thing you need is one of the kids to hear her and repeat it after her.

“Ivy, you can't say that word. It's naughty and nice kids don't talk like that,” you start, seeing her tilting her head slightly at you as she thinks about your words for a moment. “I thought you're a nice kid.” you tell her softly, purposely saying it knowing she's always determined to prove that she's nice whenever her dad comes to pick her up and mentions ice-cream. Or even if he asks one of you, the teachers, if she was nice. Ivy is usually the first one to respond which always makes everyone laugh.

She's a good kid. Polite one too. She treats other kids nicely and always shares her toys. So naturally, you're even more surprised to hear her saying such a word that definitely shouldn't belong to the dictionary of a four year old.

“I am!” she insists, frowning as she pouts slightly.

“Well, nice and good kids don't talk like that. It's very naughty.”

“Sorry.” she mumbles apologetically, looking down at her lap.

“I don't want to hear you saying that again, okay? You're a very cute and pretty lady.” you tell her, trying to lighten her sour mood as you tap her cute round nose.

She giggles, nodding as you chuckle at her. “Okay.” she tells you softly once she calms down.

Half an hour later, close to the closing time, Sara informs you Ivy's mother is coming to pick her up as she just parked her car. It doesn't faze you, it's pretty usual for her to come pick up her daughter at this hour. However, even though she's not very nice towards her ex-husband, having bitter remarks which are usually muttered underneath her breath but you – or Sara and Katana – always hear them. She's not trying to mask it that much, even though she thinks she's being sleek with the whole act “I hate my ex-husband”. But she's not a bad mom. She comes this late because she owns a boutique but whenever she sees her daughter, an almost identical copy of her father, she always has a warm smile on her lips. She's nice towards teachers (which obviously includes you as well) and you've never really had any trouble with her.

That can't be said about Ivy's father though.

You know your daily task is to fill up parents about their kids' day and how they behaved, but before Sara can make her way towards the door and open it, you catch her wrist and glance at her nervously.

“Don't say anything about what Ivy said today, please.”

Sara looks a little taken aback by your request, not hiding a mere confusion and probably wonders why are you even asking this of her. It's pretty usual you'd tell whichever of the parents would pick up the kid, the truth. The last time Ivy said clear and soundable “fuck”, you brushed it off after talking to the girls. But now that has happened a second time, you'd usually just have to say it to the parent.

“Are you sure? She should probably know about this.” Sara says, voice quiet and confused.

“Yeah, she should. But she'll just blame Ivy's father for it and the poor kid already listens to that every time she finds something against him. I think her dad will explain this stuff to her better, Ivy listens to him more. We can tell him next week when it's his turn to pick her up.”

Sara is not surprised to hear your reason, she can easily tell the difference of the two parents as well. She's very attentive and knows, even though Ivy loves both her parents, she's way more cheerful when her dad comes to pick her up and he's actually the one that is more strict. Ivy is just a kid and even though she has a good heart and is raised well, she has her own tantrums sometimes. You, Sara and Katana were witnesses to him putting her back in her place whenever she threw a tantrum in the dressing room with his deep and stern voice.

“Okay, I think you're right.” she nods, agreeing with you but before she can say something else, Ivy's mother opens the door and greets you before she calls out to Ivy.

The little girl runs to her and hugs her long legs before she lets go and goes back into the room, cleaning up the toys she played with just a few seconds ago and putting them back to their place. It makes your heart bloom with softness and warmness and when you look at her mother, you see the same look in her eyes as she waits for her daughter, taking her small hand into hers when she finally makes it back to her mother.

The apartment smells delicious when you enter the spacious entryway, a silent curse leaving your mouth as soon as you take off your shoes and step onto a wooden toy that makes your foot ache. Putting away your thin jacket onto the rack, you make your way through the house, following the little rumble sounds and amazing smell of food that makes your mouth water.

You smile as soon as you see him, standing with his back while stirring something on the pot. You make your way towards him, hugging him from the back as he slightly jumps from the sudden touch but smiles once he looks down and sees it's you.

“Hey, love.”

Heart warming at the pet name, you let out a soft “hi” before he turns around and kisses you on the lips, cupping your cheeks for a moment.

“Ivy?” he asks in assurance, causing you to chuckle as you lean against the kitchen counter, seeing him still wearing one of his work attires, a light blue button-up and black slacks.

He must've come home and straight went to prepare dinner for the two of you.

“Hyerim picked her up.” you answer, seeing him nod even though he already knows the answer to that. He's just in his dad's protective and caring mode, he needs assurement.

“Good, how was your day?”

So you chat, watching him cook as he refuses your help whenever you offer yourself. Once the food is ready, you move to the dining room with a few crayons still sitting on top of the table messily as he apologizes and quickly puts them away.

“Sorry, didn't have enough time to make this place clean.” he apologizes, but it only makes you chuckle because he's acting as if you're not spending your free time here every second week.

Throughout the dinner, you talk and eat in a peaceful silence – something you've grown used to as well. Sometimes you wonder how it'd feel like with Ivy's presence here, considering it feels like she is here but in reality she isn't. Her drawings are attached to the fridge and around the house, clearly making her dad a proud one. And her toys are almost everywhere, even though they're neatly placed in the living room.

It makes you miss her, knowing she is probably having a great time with her mom because apparently, she never complains and always talks fondly whenever she comes back home. It only makes you think of what happened today, wondering if by now the little girl didn't listen to you and already said “fuck” again, this time in front of her mother.

“Taehyung?” you ask softly, putting down your fork as you glance at your boyfriend who's just putting a bite into his mouth as he hums in response, eyes set upon you.

“Did you and Hyerim fight by any chance recently?” you ask him, seeing his brows furrowing, the same way like Ivy did today.

“No,” he answers, looking a little puzzled as he thinks it through for a second before answering more confidently. “No, I told you we haven't fought in months. I think she prefers talking behind my back and in front of Ivy's teachers.” he jokes a little, the corner of his lips curving to a slight smirk.

It makes you chuckle and look down at your plate, obviously knowing you're the reason why he knows all of this in the first place. As much as Sara and Katana daydream about him, they wouldn't go as far as telling him such an uncomfortable and private thing, even if it includes him as well. It's impolite.

Perks of him being your boyfriend, so you can tell him anything you want.

You nod along his words, reaching for the glass of wine as you take a decent sip before he keeps his eyes on you, a silent curiosity and interest crossing his face. “Is there a reason why you're asking? Has she said something about me again?”

“Ah, no. She was actually very polite this time...” you trail off, avoiding his eyes for a moment and you've no idea why.

Maybe it's the way he's staring at you with his dark eyes across the table, or the fact that he looks so hot and stern all of a sudden while he analyzes the way you're acting. Obviously, a few months of dating him, he already knows when there's something you're not telling him.

“Come on, love. Tell me, I'm not gonna bite. At least not now.” he smirks, laughing when you exclaim his name and start laughing too, momentarily hiding your face with your hands as you feel the heat rushing to your face.

“Alright,” you breathe out once you calm down, looking him in the eyes. “Ivy said 'fuck' today.”

Taehyung's brows shoot up in surprise, opening his mouth slightly. “She said what?”

“Fuck,” you tell him, even though you know he heard you the first time. “One of the toys fell when she was trying to grab it. I talked to her but obviously, I thought you should know. I didn't say anything to Hyerim, we both know why…” you tell him and he nods, understanding that Hyerim might've overreacted and just put more blame on him than it's necessarily.

“I don't understand… I don't curse in front of her, neither does Hyerim. We're both very careful about that.”

“You never know, it might've slipped. It doesn't really matter who's to blame for this, but she can't speak like that. Thank god none of the kids heard her. This is actually the second time she said it, the first time she said it was a few days ago.”

“What? Why didn't you tell me?” he asks, surprised, not sounding accusingly at all.

“I wanted to tell you in private and since you had Ivy last week, there was no time. I wasn't about to discuss it in a dressing room where other parents were.” you explain.

Taehyung nods understandably, giving you a slight smile in appreciation before he looks a little disappointed by the news as he sighs. “I'll talk to her when she comes back from Hyerim. Where could she possibly hear it from? I don't understand…”

You shrug, not sure what to answer as he thinks about it for a moment, deciding that he has no answer for that and just lets it go for tonight. Shaking his head, he continues eating while you do the same, a casual talk filling the dining room once again while throwing knowing and flirtatious glances at each other.

You often think about what you did in your past life to deserve such a man in your life, to have that privilege of snatching not just one of the hottest men in the world but also the kindest and most attentive boyfriend. It was one year ago when you started working at the kindergarten where you're working till this day. You had been working there barely for a week when a new three year old started attending kindergarten for the first time. You can still remember the way Ivy's big eyes were full of curiosity and fear at the same time, her both hands clutching her father's big one. He stayed for a few minutes, lingering close to the wall as he watched his daughter playing with toys and drawing him a picture. Despite his fond eyes that were filled with nothing but love, you could see him looking worried just as equal as Ivy when the door of the classroom full of other kids opened.

The only difference is, that he waited until his daughter wasn't watching him and was too occupied while drawing him a picture of butterflies, house and other random things that the three year old could think of.

And despite you working there barely a week, you already encountered similar situations with other parents as well. You're not going to lie, he did look slightly intimidating from the moment you first saw him. It's not like he was expressionless or coldly looked around himself, he was quite the opposite. One of the kids brought him a toy and he crouched down to the kid, ruffled his black hair and thanked him with a cute boxy smile which later on, you found Ivy has a very similar smile.

So you approached him, listened to him as he explained that he's probably overreacting but ever since she was born, he was with her most of the time and now is the time for her to come here, so he can work and she can finally attend kindergarten like every other kid. Ever since then, you both chatted a lot whenever he came to pick her up. Nothing too serious and you never crossed any boundaries, especially when he informed you Ivy's mother will pick her up every second week. Later on, when he came to pick up Ivy one day, you assumed they're married but busy to come together to pick her up. You assumed they just came to an arrangement to take turns.

You were surprised – okay, maybe even pleased – to hear that they've been divorced and separated for a year already. You kept your reaction low, just nodding in understatement. You remember the way he subtly smirked at you when you shyly looked away.

Somehow over the months, you both became close – friends maybe. He'd always talk to you about his day while waiting for Ivy to tie her shoes because “she's a big girl and she can do it alone”. Ivy's words, not her father's. He went along with it, taking that time to lean against the kids lockers while chatting to you whenever you had the time.

Until one day he finally grew some balls – Taehyung's words again – and finally asked you out. And the rest is a history, bringing you back to present time as you've been dating for five months now.

Taehyung's broad shoulders and the way he's eye-fucking you is definitely worth of not thinking about history, but get ready for present. He cockily smirks at you, standing above you while you're sprawled on his bed completely naked while he takes the last article of his clothes which happens to be boxers.

Oh, you're definitely lucky.

If only Sara and Katana could see you right now, they'd never believe you've been dating this man the whole time they kept talking about him, or more like thirsting over him. He's more than that though.

There are many things you appreciate about Taehyung, being mature is one of them. Him being older than you, seven years difference to be exact, makes him more mature than any of the boys you were dating previously. There weren't that many but even if there were, you know no one could compete with Taehyung.

Even your friendly and blunt co-workers can't keep their eyes off him whenever it's his turn of the custody. Even when it's not, they talk about him on a daily basis. And apparently giving him a nickname that has been sticking to him for a few months now.

Taehyung is in the middle of rolling a condom down his length when you giggle amusingly as your eyes scrunch. He chuckles, even though he glances at you in confusion wondering why the hell you're giggling all of a sudden.

“What?” he asks, breathing out a chuckle as he glances down at his length and gives himself a few testing tugs. As much as he wants three more kids (apparently – it's something he spilled when you had a date night at his house while drinking lots of wine), you still have a long way to go until you go that route.

“You know that Sara and Katana call you dilf?” you giggle, covering your mouth with your palm while Taehyung's eyebrows shoot up in shock.

For the first time since he has slowly led you to his bedroom and pleasured you with his mouth until you were begging for him to stop and let you breathe for a second, he looks quite shocked and taken aback. It's only now that you see the back of his neck flash as he sheepishly rubs it with his hand.

He's no stranger to the names of your co-workers, he hears about them all the time. However, it's the first time you revealed the nickname they gave him, even though he knows they're thirsting over him. Something you spilled that time on your date night.

But Taehyung is not caught off guard for too long, hovering over you for a second as he pulls you closer to the edge of bed, hands on your ass as he lifts it up. His length pokes you right into your clit causing you to stop giggling as you moan.

“Dilf, is it?” he hums, causing you to nod while silent pleas of him filling you up resounds from your mouth. In times like these, you can barely function and control yourself at the same time.

Taehyung listens to you, guiding his thick length into your wet and tight hole as he enters you with a slow yet shallow thrust. You groan, mouth opening and eyes shutting, falling apart from the single feeling of him stretching you out. You missed him. It's been something over a week since you got to have some alone time with him, which includes a lot of sex of course.

“Do they know this dilf gets to fuck you?” he hums against your neck, causing you to realize he's hovering over you once again as he gently bites into the crook of your neck, slowly thrusting in and out.

“Ah, fuck,” you moan out once he pulls back, grabbing you by your thighs as he hoasts your lower body up to his liking. It's just a matter of seconds before he starts fucking you just like he promised a few minutes ago when you entered his bedroom.

His thick length brushes your wet and tight walls, hitting all the right places as you can't keep your moans silent. Taehyung's eyes are focused on your breasts that bounce with each thrust he makes, eyes glancing down at your stomach to see it bulging thanks to his length inside you.

“Shit, love. You're killing me.” he groans, the sight being one of his weaknesses as it ushers him to pound into you even more.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Tae…” you whimper, feeling yourself getting close as his nails dig into the meat of your thighs. But the pain is nothing but pleasing and arousing you even more.

Soon enough, you're falling apart and cumming around his thick length that makes him groan, making it harder for him to move inside you. But somehow he does, pounding into you and following you a minute later while he spills into the condom.

Both breathing heavy, you're not surprised when Taehyung falls down on you as you hug him closer while he peppers your neck and chest with kisses. He slowly slips out of you, groaning at the feeling as he forces himself to stand up and dispose of the condom. He tells you he'll be right back, bringing one of his shirts that he without a doubt found in the bathroom. He cleans you up, tossing it down the floor you scoot further to the bed, finally laying down onto his soft pillows. He cuddles to you, tossing a duvet over your naked and warm buddies as he nuzzles to your neck.

“I want to tell Ivy,” he suddenly mumbles, his hands slowly rubbing your stomach under the duvet. “About us, about you.”

That makes you surprised, your heart skipping a beat and causing you to feel excited.

Ivy doesn't know that you're dating her father. It's something you respected from the moment you felt things between you and Taehyung aren't just about the casual talks between a parent and a teacher. From Taehyung's positions, it definitely makes sense that he didn't want to break it to his daughter that he's dating one of her teachers. You both wanted to make sure you're very serious about each other before he breaks the news to her. It makes sense. You're her teacher and even though it won't affect your work or can get you into trouble, you didn't want to be introduced to her as her dad's girlfriend just yet. No one knows about your relationship, that's one of the reasons.

Ivy is a sweet kid but she's still a kid and she would obviously spill the news. You both can't expect the four year old will keep your relationship a secret before you decide to just announce it to the world. You don't know how Hyerim, Taehyung's ex, will react to the news. Even though you don't care that much about her because she has nothing to do with Taehyung, not anymore – she's still Ivy's mother and probably won't have a pleasant reaction.

There are a lot of things you and Taehyung had to think through before you came to the conclusion that this is nice and you want to be in each other's life like this. Your parents know about Taehyung, and so does his parents know about you. But telling Ivy means that you'll be openly dating and it no longer will be a secret, in other words it’s a bigger step than telling your or Taehyung’s parents. This means Sara and Katana will find out eventually too, however you're not worried about that.

They might feel embarrassed that they've been thirsting about your boyfriend this whole time, but it'll be finally your time to laugh at them and see them frustrated.

Taehyung isn't scared of Ivy's reaction, the reason he didn't tell her about the two of you isn't about that. She loves you. Apparently, she talks about you at home too and according to Taehyung, you're her favorite teacher. Teachers shouldn't have a favorite kid but they always do. Your favorite kid is Ivy. Not because you're dating her dad, she's been your favorite from the moment Taehyung went to work and left her there for the first time alone. She came up to you and clutched to your hand, talking to you sweetly as she drew you a picture. The first one she drew in a class was already took by Taehyung as she made sure she gave it to him before he had to depart.

“Are you sure?” you ask, not hiding the smile in your voice that makes Taehyung smile as he kisses your collarbone.

“I've been sure for quite some time,” he tells you softly, “I don't want to hide anymore. She loves you, I love you and I want to spend my time with both of you. I want you to be here when she's home too, I want my both girls here.”

Your heart softens, heart blooming with love and warmness as your fingers play with Taehyung's dark wavy hair.

“I'd be more than happy about that,” you confess, “I feel like it's the right time too.”

Taehyung agrees, lifting his head off your body as he looks at you and purses his lips, silently asking for a kiss. You chuckle, finding him cute and different than from the man that pounded you into his mattress just a moment ago. You kiss him, letting your mouths mold together for a few minutes until you're forced to pull apart to properly breathe.

“I know where Ivy heard the bad word.”

The bad word. That makes you chuckle as you turn to him with an interest in your eyes. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he nods, smirking a little. “From you.”

You open your mouth. “Excuse me? I don't curse in front of her.”

“Uhm, it might not have been completely in front of her, but you know when you curse the most.”

“No, tell me.” you tell him, narrowing your eyes at him.

“When we have sex.” he smirks, causing your mouth to open.

“But--Ivy--”

“You remember the last time when we had sex? I called you over after we both couldn't sleep, Ivy was in her room sleeping back then,” Taehyung starts, causing your heart to stop for a moment as a horrific expression makes a way to your face.

Like Taehyung said, it was one of the nights when you texted and couldn't sleep, the texts becoming slightly explicit and needy which caused Taehyung to call you over. It was the first and only time you sneaked to his house while Ivy was in it too, supposedly soundlessly sleeping in her room while her father fucked you in his own. He assured you she's sleeping and you had to sneak away the next morning before she woke up, like a damn teenager.

You both acted like teenagers that night to be fair. The whole sneaking thing had its own spice though.

“Apparently, the little lovebug was awake or we must've woke her up.” Taehyung says, laughing as he seems amused by the whole situation.

“But--how do you know? Maybe she heard it somewhere else, this doesn't mean anything.” you tell him, not believing your own words too.

Taehyung raises his brow at you, “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he starts mimics you from that night when he took you from behind, your face heating up right away as you slap him in the chest. “You know how I know that?” he asks, voice amused and cocky which makes you roll your eyes.

“Spill it out.” you tell him, ready to hide behind the duvet but he gently takes it away from you and keeps his hold onto it.

“She asked me the next morning who was at our house. Apparently, she heard some noises.”

Okay, now you certainly look mortified. Taehyung laughs, enjoying the way you squeal in embarrassment.

“And you're telling me that just now?” you exclaim, repeating his words from earlier as he laughs with eyes scrunched shut.

“Well, telling you over a text or in a kindergarten with a bunch of parents and kids around wasn't the best option. I forgot to tell you, to be honest.”

“Oh my god,” you groan, rubbing your forehead in embarrassment. “What did you tell her?”

“That she must've had a bad dream.” Taehyung chuckles causing you to laugh.

“And she believed that?”

“Does it matter?”

No, it doesn't.

Taehyung suddenly cuddles you again, leg slouched over your own as his mouth is on your collarbone against, slowly making his way down to your breast as he starts sucking your nipple. You gasp, looking down at him as he keeps his attention to your nipple before he looks up with a smirk.

“Look at you, teaching my kid a bad word and you haven't even been introduced as my girlfriend.”

“It wasn't on purpose.” you gasp, whimpering when he gently bites onto your breast, chuckling lowly.

“I know,” he adds, assuring you that he's not mad or putting a blame on you. It was your both's fault. If you just waited and weren't horny like teenagers, this wouldn't have happened.

He lets go of your nipple with a loud plop, staring you in the eyes while his hands move down your stomach. You already know where this is heading, soon feeling him between your legs. But before he fully touches you where you're aching for him the most, he licks his lips and bites into them before a loving gaze makes its way to his eyes.

“Good thing I love you.”

[fabricated-misslieness]

pairing: platonic los primos madrigal x gn reader

req: no | wc: 1.1k

summary: The youngest Madrigals each held a heavy secret, which is unknowingly mutually shared. Now that he no longer lives within the walls, you’re free to share your secret about tío Bruno.

a/n: reader understands spanish. what does the fandom call Pepa and Julieta’s children, los primos or grandchildren? he/they pronouns for Camilo

“Hey, Camilo, remember what you said about tío Bruno? “7 foot frame, rats along his back,”” Mirabel recalls, trying to hold back her laughter, “What was that all about? He’s barely even taller than me! And he’s just about your height!”

“Well-” The shapeshifter is about to begin, but Isabela cuts him off.

“Ah, don’t tell me you were scared of him, primito.” She snickers. Everyone in town was scared of him, actually; though Camilo was often one to be a little arrogant. If he was scared of him, he wouldn’t outright admit it. “When he calls your name, it all fades to black.”?”

Camilo’s face scrunches up in annoyance –at least that’s what you think– and says, “I-I’m not scared of him!” Through their stutter, you realize it was more than annoyance. He was trying to hide his former fear for his tío too, except he failed. They clear their throat, “I have my reasons. What I said was extremely reasonable!”

Isabela quirks both her eyebrow and her head to the side, “Really?”

“Yes, absolutely.” He takes a raggedy breath and recounts the story, “It was one gloomy night a long time ago,” Ever the dramatic, that Camilo, “I was hungry. So I snuck into the kitchen, whose butterfly tiles illuminated the counters with an eerie glow-”

“Get to the point already!” Antonio demands.

The older brother rolls their eyes, “Right there, in the middle of the kitchen, was tío Bruno. I was short and I was six, okay? Tío Bruno towered over little six year old me! And then he called out my name in surprise, “Camilo!” because he had left the house- er, begun to live in the walls the year before. I wasn’t supposed to see him, y’see? Anyway, I was so scared that I…”

“You?”

He sighs, “...fainted.”

The group begins to laugh, and Camilo is left in the midst of it all with his lips smothered in a thin line. “I get it, I get it.” They continue to laugh. “It’s funny, I know.” Doesn’t seem like it’ll stop soon. “¡OKAY YA CALLENSE!” (OKAY SHUT UP ALREADY!)

“Wait, wait,” You wipe a tear from your eye that had fallen throughout your maniacal laughter, “so that’s why your house has always been a little scary? Haunted, I mean.”

Being the outsider here, you weren’t present during their little ‘So, we gonna talk about Bruno?’ family reunion. “I thought something was off every time I came over for dinner.”

“Oh,” Mirabel winces, “about that… There’s a little crack or something on the family tree painting by the dinner table, and… Bruno stares through it during dinner. It’s nothing creepy or stalkerish, I swear! He’s just always been rather lonely during his time away. He’s even got a little plate he painted for himself on the table beside the crack.”

“Oh…” This is quite the transition from all out laughter to sadness, you note. “Eso es…” (That's...)

“Muy triste.” Luisa finishes for you. “Hmm, wait, Camilo’s story got me thinking.” She begins, “I’ve also seen tío Bruno after he left. I just always assumed it was my little secret!” (Very sad.)

Realization flashes through the relatives’ minds. They all shared this one secret, they just didn’t know it. Choruses of agreeances chime throughout the room: “Same!”, “Me too!”, “I thought I was the only one!”

“I feel left out.” Antonio notes, “I knew about this too, the rats told me. I just haven’t been holding it for as long as you have!”

“You don’t want to keep such a secret for ten years.” Dolores remarks. She’s known the longest, of course, because she could hear through the walls, which meant she could hear within them too. Of all the secrets within the town, this was the one she was the most faithful in keeping. Dolores was quite the chismosa, actually; She recounted many town secrets to you often. It was surprising how she could keep this secret to herself. (quite the gossiper, actually)

Isabella nods along, “About that crack in the family portrait… I noticed it when I was younger, too. I was very interested in it, and I didn’t have full control over my powers I used too, so I spent quite some time trying to make vines small enough to fit.”

“And how much time was it?”

“Three… no, was it four? Five? It couldn’t have been a week.” She mutters to herself, then later remembers it didn’t quite matter, “Whatever. Practice takes time, so it definitely wasn’t within the day I found it.” Mirabel was delighted in the idea that Isabela wasn’t perfect from the start, but she didn’t show it.

“When I finally stuck a tiny vine through, I figured out I could make it grow bigger once it was inside. Long story short, I moved the vine from side to side and knocked over many things. I could hear them dropping, and I could also hear tío Bruno’s yelps. They were funny, but I was absolutely terrified back then. Who was this man in the walls? Then I heard him shout, “Salt!” and knew it was him.”

“Oh, that’s what that was.” Dolores giggles to herself, “I was very curious about it. Tía Julieta was very confused when I came into the kitchen asking if any pots had fallen.”

“Hmm,” Luisa rubs the back of her neck, “I feel like my story’s boring now. One time I was lifting weights, and I misjudged how light the weights would feel to carry, so I accidentally flung one past my shoulder.” She winces at the thought of it, “Huge hole in the wall, almost as big as me. Actually,” She laughs, “it wasn’t so bland. I found tío Bruno by that wall. It seemed he’d just about managed to duck before he got hit by a weight. His face,” She’s trying really hard not to laugh now, “I wish you could’ve seen it!”

“Can you imitate it?” Luisa imitates his face, and the relatives begin to laugh.

“So is the hole still there?”

She shakes her head, “No, sadly. Casita locked the door to that part of my room for a while, and then when it finally opened the hole had been patched up.”

“Bummer…”

“So you guys have been keeping your secrets for years now, and I just found out because of some stupid rats and a painting?” Mirabel’s face is painted with disbelief, and then quickly in apology when Antonio shakes his head at her. “Like, seriously, I just found out a couple days ago.”

“It was a hard secret to keep, Mirabel.” Camilo says, “Mamá and tía always get so sad on their birthday…”

“Mhm,” Dolores humms, “Los escucho después en sus cuartos, tu sabes, llorando…” Speaking of hearing people, she suddenly tilts her head as she hears something interesting. “You know what I just heard? Apparently papá y tío Agustín knew.” (I hear them afterwards in their rooms, you know, crying...)

Gasps of shock ring throughout the room. Dolores interrupts it all with, “They just called each other ‘bros’.”