#he’s pissed that his life and family was taken from him so early. he can’t let himself reconnect because he’s bitter and not the same

[zeb-z]

Cellbit who hates being alone, who’s dreaded ending up alone, finding out he has a sister, someone who has gone to the ends of the earth trying to find him, promising he’ll never be alone again - but he can’t accept it or let himself get near because all he can feel is anger and resentment at the fact that he lost her, his family, in the first place (all he can feel is fear, this terror, rooted somewhere deep in that 13 year old kid with blood on his hands and flesh between his teeth, who’s had everything taken from him before - why would this be any different)

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Idk if your requests are open or not AAHH! But if they are:

(Possible TW in my request for mentions of depression, anxiety, commiting di3 joke)

Could you do a reader with bad depression and anixety. And maybe one day reader makes a joke about 0ffing themself and then they dont show up to school for a few days

Characters I would prefer(from TBHK): Kou, Teru, Hanako, Akane(boy)

You can add more if you like! :)

Im sorry its not very specific, this is my first time requesting something

Also sorry i know topics like these are difficult for some people <3

depressed!reader who makes su*cidal jokes

Anime/fandom: Tbhk

Characters: Kou Minamoto, Teru Minamoto, Hanako, Akane Aoi

Warnings: I don’t proofread, depressed reader, mention of suicide

A/n: just got broken up w by my pookie wookie☹️💔

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Kou Minamoto

Is immediately put off by what you’re saying and is immediately concerned, and gets even more concerned once you get together and just stares nervously at you while stuttering, not knowing what to say

“That’s so embarrassing, if that were me I would kill myself no doubt! Being so stupid like that, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself!” You casually said while looking at a post on your phone.

“O-oh… umm…” Kou is at a loss for words sometimes and tries to brush it off by moving onto something happier to distract you from thoughts like those

When you make a joke that’s one day too far he genuinely seems so much more concerned and ask if you’re okay. He gets so worried about you that it’s best not to make jokes like that near him.

If you don’t show up the next day, he gets worried and is immediately trying to leave school early even though he knows Teru will berate him later for it, he needs to see you’re okay and when he arrives to your house and sees you are, he’s very serious about not making jokes like those again and is invites you to his house more often to distract yourself and is willing to help you get help

Teru Minamoto

Gives you a nervous smile when you joke about suicide and even when you you’re dating he still gives you an obvious fake smile to not hurt your feelings. He knows that outright saying that if you need someone talk to talk to can be annoying sometimes so he’ll try to subtly let you know he’s there

Whether it’s from talking about a topic of a documentary of a tragic life of some celebrity and all they needed help to having Kou telk you that you’re part of the family and that you can tell them anything when you’re over at their house

“I can’t stop messing this up! God I really should’ve taken those pills when I had the chance, what the hell!” You said angrily at the fact you couldn’t get the string through the small hole in the needle.

Teru could only smile at you, he never says anything to your ‘jokes’, but then he stops and just goes to frowning hoping that you’re not being serious

When you don’t show up the next day, he’s not super worried and just assumes you’re late but sends you messages. But after a few hours the messages become more frequent and by the end of the school day he’s running to your house scared. When he sees you’re alright, he’s pissed and says enough is enough and he’s not taking anymore jokes and is instead going to help you

Hanako

He might laugh at your jokes, but it’s only so he doesn’t worry you. He’s not an unfamiliar when it comes to stuff like this and he knows you might now want to talk about it right away so he’s fine with trying to take it slow

On the inside though, his ghostly heart is scared that you’re it joking and you’re actually being serious. He can’t bear the thought of you dying—and especially dying this way so he keeps a close eye on you and has Kou and Yashiro even make sure that you’re doing okay

“God, I’m so stupid and useless” you say with a laugh as you look at your test result and shove the paper back in your bag

Hanako stares at you, and lets out a laugh that’s believe enough. He’s conflicted on what he should do, should he ask how you’re doing? What if you lie to him? Would you even want to talk to him?

It seems as if his worries have come true when you didn’t show up to school the next day and asks if Yashiro or Kou have seen you at all and to message you on those weird electronic things. Yashiro only agrees to go to your house when Hanako asked because she too was worried about you. Hanako waits impatiently the next day and sees you and you tell him you were just feeling sick. If he could, then Hanako would definitely cry and basically forces you to promise to tell him if anything is wrong with a scared and worried expression on his face

Akane Aoi

You’re the most precious person in his life so he takes everything very serious when it comes to you. A paper cut? He’s getting ready to call an ambulance for you and is frantically asking you if you’re okay.

So joking about such topics near him immediately alarms him and hea on full protective mode with asking if you’re joking or not. He takes everything you say seriously, he cares about you a lot so to see you laugh about it, hurts him a little

“What if I jump out this window right now? I really do want to do this test!” You whined and looked over at the window that was right next to where you were sitting.

Akane had a prominent frown on his face, he knew you weren’t exactly mentally okay and you’re jokes were becoming more and more frequent

He’s on full panic mode when you don’t show up to school the next day and the worst possible outcomes are immediately coming to mind. He hopes he’s wrong and is blowing up your phone and is willing to mess up his perfect attendance streak for you, he’ll fix it later. But when he sees you overslept and your phone died because wig wasn’t charged, he’s disappointed. He knew it was getting worse if you dying was what came to mind when you didn’t show up so he pledges to help you

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Daminette December 2022: 2-Murder

I didn’t realize I had posted the 1st story a day early. It was a stressful day and I thought I was going to forget to post. I didn’t realize until the next morning. Sorry.

It was game night in the Wayne household. Damian had taken to bringing his new girlfriend, Marinette, to the manor. She had become a regular at Wayne Manor for close to a year now. Just about everyone in his family loved her. Bruce had become very selective on what games were allowed in the house after the Monopoly Incident and the Uno War. Tonight was a card game with questions; he thought he was prepared for anything. When it came to the boys, they always proved him wrong.

"Question, have you ever wanted to murder someone?" Dick read out.

'Who makes these cards?'

"Joker." Jason answered immediately.

"Yes. I have dibs on someone and I have the backing to get away with it." Marinette answered.

All the Waynes, except Damian, looked at the little sunshine who had graced their lives.

"What?" she asked, looking at them, confused, "You all live in Gotham. You can't tell me you haven't thought about it."

"Are they in Gotham?" questioned Bruce, carefully.

"Paris." she replied, handing the dice to Jason.

"Who pissed you off enough for you to want them dead?" Dick asked, "Look at you! You're like sunshine!"

Marinette shook her head, "I'm not telling. I have no doubt in my mind that Damian would go after them and as I said, I have dibs."

"You wouldn't go through with it." Damian implied.

She turned to him and smiled, "I applied to a bunch of scholarships to get away."

"How close were you?" Tim questioned.

"Your acceptance email popped up during my planning so I burned all the evidence and never looked back." she answered, "Congradulations, your email saved someone's life."

Damian scooted closer to his girlfriend, "Who do I have to kill?"

"This is a no killing household, I remind everyone." Bruce announced.

"Fuck you, I have dibs." Marinette replied, ignoring Bruce, "If anyone kills her, it's gonna be me!"

Game night was finally over and Damian had declared he was taking Marinette home.

"I still can't believe Demon Spawn is dating her." Todd declared.

"He takes after Bruce." Tim yawned.

"What does that mean?" Bruce asked.

The trio looked at each other and smiled.

Todd smirked, "If they end up together, she probably wouldn't bat an eye if he came home covered in blood. Honestly, probably wouldn't blink if we told her who we really are."

"She could kill him, too, at this point." Drake stated.

"You like dangerous women, B." Dick winced, "Sure, you put on an act for the media, but those gala ladies don't do it for you."

"Junior isn't that different from you." Jason commented.

"Well, maybe she'll become our legal sister." Tim commented, making the other two nod in approval.

"I call dibs on killing Demon Spawn if he breaks her heart!" Jason shouted.

Bruce sighed, "You can't kill your brother."

"I can protect my sister, though!" he shot back.

"She's not your sister." Bruce declared.

"Fuck you!" Jason stood up, "You adopted us; I can adopt her!"

The boys laughed, while Bruce just sighed.

'Why did I think game night was a good idea?'

Jason was quick to notice Marinette pouting in the Wayne kitchen; he didn't even know she was going to stop by. Usually, Damian told everyone as a precaution. He noticed the air of sadness around her. It was weird to see her looking like Tim when he ran out of coffee.

"What's with Pixie Pop?" he asked.

Damian chuckled, as he drank his black assam tea, "She's been in a bad mood since last night."

"Why?" Jason asked.

"Remember my dib?" Marinette questioned, continuing to pout.

"The murder one?" the older Wayne asked.

"Yeah." she sighed.

"What about it?" Jason groaned.

"She died." Damian declared.

"You killed someone?" Jason shouted.

Marinette glared at him, "You think I would be this pouty if I had done it? I would be baking a storm of macarons, right now!"

Damian smirked, "Bitch died of natural causes."

"Yeah, naturally spreading her legs open." Mari huffed, "Apparently, one of her many boy toys wasn't as faithful as she thought."

"So," Jason spoke looking at the down-hearted Marinette, "karma? How did you find out anyways?"

"She's trending on Parisian twitter." Mari answered, making the brothers chuckle, "Turns out the cause of death was written in her obituary. One of her boyfriends said he was gonna get tested. He was always faithful and wondered if it was from an ex and just never told her. He posted a tweet saying she was the best girlfriend he ever had and how long they had been toegther. Other guys started coming out of the woodworks claiming they were dating her. They started posting pictures and comparing dates. Let's just say it got quiet after awhile and they all started bashing on her afterwards. Her perfect saint picture was shattered and many things came into the light."

Jason walked over and patted her head, "Well, perhaps, those that threw you away will learn the truth."

"Who cares?" Mari answered, "I've been done with them for almost five years. They wanted their golden ticket. They just never noticed the spray paint cans."

"Go rest up." he called, turning to leave the room, "I'm sure sooner or later someone will come looking. They always do."

"They better not." she growled out.

The older Wayne turned and scrutinized her, "You have a whole hit list, don't you?"

Damian walked over and kissed his girlfriend's head, "She was at the top."

Todd smirked as he walked out of the room.

'I knew I liked her.'

"Let's go get you some cheesecake ice cream and you can plan homicide in your pajamas, where you're comfy." Damian declared.

Marinette smiled and kissed his cheek, "You know me best, Habibi."

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Could we work? Pt.2

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Pairing: Billy Hargrove x F!reader

Summary: When billy rolls into town and all the girls are falling at his feet…… why won’t she?

Warning: Cussing, sexual comments, harassment, billy being well billy.

A/n: I will be posting a part three to this, Please be sure to leave me some feedback, a follow and a reblog.  But please enjoy. Please be sure to let me know if you want to be tagged in the next part! ALSO THIS IS NOT NO FREE USE YOU CANNOT PLAGIARIZE OR REPOST MY WORK ON THIRD PARTY SITES

Pt. 1 | Pt.3

Word count: 657

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School had finally let out but, that only meant that I would have to go home to help my sister prepare for the party that she had been wanting to throw. Though I didn’t want her to throw this party I couldn’t deny her the party life she wanted to live. We have had the same compromise since she started high school, she could throw a party for every major holiday along as she kept her grades up, she didn’t cause trouble, and she threw the party at the lake house. She always kept up her end of the bargain and never faltered, these parties were usually just people sucking face and getting wasted. I usually came down got a couple drinks from time to time, maybe some snacks then headed right back up to my room. Our parents didn’t have too much of a problem with it as long as we were never the drunk kids and we kept it all in good taste, other kids could make a fool out of themselves but we barely ever got truly tipsy in front of others. As I walked out to my car with Amara telling me all her theme plans, we were met with a pissed-off-looking Billy leaning against his car with Vicki, parked right next to me. He watched as I walked over to the driver's side door, he looked impressed, my car wasn’t some family car like everyone else’s. I drove the nicest red Audi, I kept it nice and shiny not a speck of dirt could be found on my car. I didn’t stay long enough for Billy to say anything I quickly pulled out of that school parking lot and peeled off.

“That guy is so weird, who comes and disturbs someone's lunch by stealing their food. He didn’t even ask and all he says is I’m not arrogant. Like that is such an arrogant asshole move.” Amara complained, I laughed as I drove with all the windows down relaxing in the wind.

“He seems interesting, he tried talking to me in science class. But I told him off in a note, seemed to rattle his nerve.” I confessed, she looked as if asking for more details.

“Calm down, he didn’t say anything rude but his type and his crowd aren’t anything new. I’d rather deal with him early on than have him constantly trying to get in my pants, so I told him that I don’t want anything to do with arrogant and cocky guys. “ I explained

“But he still came to bother you at lunch, so I don’t think your tactics are working” she remarked

“Well he didn’t bother me exactly however, he did seem quite rattled at how I handled our introduction. It seems he’s taken it to heart, if he hadn’t he wouldn’t have said anything about him being arrogant.” I concluded, I pulled into our driveway and turned off the car. Amara however didn’t want me to get out, she held onto my arm and whined.

“Let's go to the store, I want a slushy” she practically begged, I looked at her as she gave me her best puppy dog eyes and I sighed.

“Fine but just because I love you turd.” I said, I started up my car again and pulled back out of the driveway. Our neighbors didn’t really care for the amount of noise my car made but they weren’t the ones who paid for it. If I wanted to take a nice late-night ride, they sure as hell couldn’t tell me not to.  

“I think he’s into you but he seems like a gigolo so he could just want to get in your pants. But I’ve seen him with Tommy and that can’t mean anything good.” She critiqued, I let her make her assumptions because I can’t tell what he wants, but he definitely seemed like a player.

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[parameddic]

a drabble-y hunger games-verse thing, here it is, from my head into yours

The dining table was quiet. Gwyn sat with her hands around a mug of tea; once upon a time, early on, she and Owen had had only a little house on the corner made of slanting two-by-fours and tape. This was not the first time she had seen someone she loved head into the games. She did not bank on seeing a second person making it back. 

A crash, from the kitchen, expensive dinner plates and fine china slamming to the ground because Owen had kicked a cupboard and the shelf collapsed. Gwyn shut her eyes. She should have done more. This entire time their son had been screaming out for help and she hadn’t been able to be here as much as she ought to have been, and Owen was barely here at all. The games changed him. It was strange to not be sitting in the silent quiet of alone she had when Owen was out and TK was looking for the things he was missing, and she had a dining table in an empty house, large and grand and extravagant and in the middle of District 1. 

“Owen,” she said, tired. So incredibly tired. The crashing stopped. “He made his choice, Owen. There isn’t any going back from that.” 

“This family has already given to the game.” Owen rounded the arch of the doorway and Gwyn felt a lurch at the snatch of the man she had fallen in love with. “They can’t do it. They can’t take him.” 

“He volunteered, Owen.” 

“And you’re okay with that?” Owen was always like this. Always had some bone to pick with the fact Gwyn did not go off the rails, tried hard to contain it, to be present rather than reacting. This was real. Their son was in the games. Pissing off the Capitol by whinging about it loud enough the neighbours might hear - which was saying something, ‘cause they had an expansive garden - was not going to do him any favours. 

“Of course I’m upset.” TK was currently in ‘holding’. Owen was going to be TK’s mentor before the games, Gwyn realised, suddenly: he would have so much more time with their son than she ever would again. “But making a scene the neighbours can hear is–” 

“I’m angry.” He took a step toward her. 

“I can see that.” 

“Good. Obviously you’ve resigned yourself to our son getting himself killed but I’m not about to–” 

“You will get him killed. If you challenge the game or kick up a fuss or act like it’s anything other than an honour. The Capitol is watching. Right now he stands a chance, even a little one, if you set the Gamemaster on him he’ll be dead the second he steps into the Game.” 

“He’ll be dead anyway!” 

“Do you think I’m not aware?” this, here, was where Gwyn’s voice rose, just a degree, just enough to serve as warning and threat. She was not about to sit here and be yelled at by some man who had walked out on them for years, who had no idea what TK and Gwyn had been through, who had not seen TK’s face when he had his eighth birthday, after Dad was home, and the house was big, and his friends were far away, and Dad did not come. “But for once in your life this isn’t about you, Owen. TK needs you. He will die.” 

“He doesn’t want to be like me.” Said with such conviction. 

“Your son has only ever wanted to be close to you.” Shit. She had not meant to say it that plainly. 

A beat. They stared at each other. 

“You think he volunteered because of me?” 

If they could have broken up, divorced and separated after the games, without it getting their family targeted for being anything other than perfectly happy and blissful, post-games? Gwyn would have left already. 

She would have taken TK. God, she should have taken TK while she still could. 

She closed her eyes, took a breath, head shaking. “I don’t want to do this, Owen.” 

“Why would he volunteer because of me?” It was so beyond his scope of imagination. So outside of something he could possibly imagine. 

“It doesn’t matter. That’s not what I meant to say.” 

Gwyn felt sick. She had not yet so much as sipped her tea. The teabag – a new thing from one of the districts, tea leaves in a fine silk bag; it did not require straining; she liked to think of the weaver’s family, the farmers who grew the leaves, the people who would benefit from a purchase marked up as high as this was marked up – sat, spent and limp, in the water. She had not let herself feel grief today. TK had locked eyes with her after climbing up to the stage, his green eyes so alive and maybe scared by what he’d done, maybe afraid, maybe just sorry. It had just been TK and mum for so long. He was leaving her behind. 

She would never have stopped her son from growing and going on, doing all he wanted with his life, he deserved all of it. Deserved the world. It did not feel like being left behind, to see him grow. 

But she could not watch him die. 

“Just… promise me you’ll help him, Owen. Train him. Give him what he needs.” 

“He’s our son.” Like that was so obviously a given that it was somehow unfair to be asked, in these circumstances. 

“And when people ask you tell them it’s an honour. You tell them you’re sure he’ll win. He’ll need donors.” 

“So we’re wishing the other twenty-three–” 

“I am protecting my son. It is my job.” Sharp, and with very narrow room for argument. Gwyn did not want to think about any of the other kids being sent to their deaths. When he was old enough, maybe, when he was no longer in danger of being chosen, maybe they would have protested; she would have liked to; she would have liked to do something about it. But not while he was in danger. Not while they could take him. 

He volunteered, today. 

“It is our job,” she reclaimed that word. ‘Our’. Shared. “Promise me.” 

Owen sighed, a long, deep, shaky breath. He came to sit at the table across from her, chair scraping. The dining room’s table had always been long and empty and alienating. Gwyn longed some days for two-by-fours and tape. 

Owen said, “I promise.” 

[a-flaming-idiot]

Ok so I’ve been thinking about a BNA Swap AU a lot recently(Clearly). So I thought I might as well put my rough take on the swap characters out there.

Michiru <--> Shirou

Shirou: He’s a stubborn, grumpy little seventeen year old high school boy. He dropped out after suddenly transforming from human into a wolf beastman and is now traveling to Anima City in hopes of finding Barbara Rose after he lost contact with her after she left on a research trip. He travels with Kuro who constantly pokes and bothers him in a very Hunter and Flapjack from The Owl House way. 

Even though he acts like he knows everything and can’t be wrong he has a habit of getting in over his head, needing Michiru to save him. He also is stubborn as hell and has no ability to admit when he’s wrong or that he can’t solo the world. He’s a little piss-boy but that’s why Michiru loves him.

Unknown to Shirou he is actually a sort of reincarnation of Ginrou. The previous Silver Wolf was killed and to keep his power out of people’s hands it hid itself away as it passed on to a child. It remained dormant and hid Shirou’s beastman traits till both were finally awakened by his worry for Barbara.

Michiru: She’s a bubbly, free spirited, kind beastman social worker in her mid to late thirties. Though her kindness masks a tendency to cold rage and hatred mixed will ruthless efficiency when provoked. Along with Michiru’s own traumas from her past she disguises with her outward appearance. 

She ends up helping Shirou after finding him in Anima City after fighting the terrorists and decides to find him a place to stay at the Co-Op. Especially since she has silently taken up the roll of Anima City’s protector after the death of the Silver Wolf. After spending time in the Co-Op, Michiru and Shirou form a more familial relationship a lot like canon, just with the roles reversed.

In the past through a series of bad events Michiru is hesitant to disclose, she ended up orphaned and alone in Anima City in her early teen years. Till she eventually met an older wolf beastman who was willing to help her. As it turned out this was the original Silver Wolf. The pair grew closer through the years, forming a very father-daughter relationship. Unfortunately through still mysterious events, Ginrou was killed while saving Michiru in her early twenties, an event she partially blames on both Nazuna and Alan.

Pinga <--> Alan

Alan: A suave, put together beastman agent masquerading as a human while charged with investigating the strange happenings going on in Anima City. Specifically after he discovers information about the living Silver Wolf. Michiru hates him since she partially blames him for Ginrou’s death. Though he’s not evil he understands to keep his distance from her since he does see he did play a part in her father figure’s death. Still he tries to continue his work which may include some less than savory choices to get his information and objectives. (A bit of a secret agent type)

Pinga: A war hero who after he encountered Ginrou on the battlefield made it his life’s mission to find him again. He seems to have lost it a bit to his obsession with finding the Silver Wolf. Now he uses his fame to attempt to manipulate people to help him find Ginrou. He completely denies any information pointing to Ginrou’s death. 

He specifically took advantage of Barbara Rose to help him research more about the Silver Wolf in hopes of finding where he now hides. He uses her due to her fantastic skills of reasoning and research that has helped Pinga make more progress recently than he has in the last seventeen years. 

Rose -> Nazuna -> Marie -> Nina -> Rose

Barbara Rose: Barbara is a wide-eyed, seventeen year old, nerdy beastman girl. She often is so lost in her own world that sometimes she doesn’t realize how much of a social outcast she has become. Her closest friend is Shirou Ogami who has become rather protective of her because of her social status.

She has recently left on a research trip that she hasn’t returned from in over a year. Specifically the trip lead by Pinga. This was all under the promise that if they do find proof of The Silver Wolf’s existence than she can take full credit and gain all the praise and fame that she truly deserves. At the cost of people like her friend Shirou, who Pinga assures will only hold her back from making the discovery of her life. 

Nazuna: A beastman con-artist who hides her true intentions behind a coy and playful façade. She has a habit of constantly eating hard candy as a continued part of her less threatening presentation as she pulls her schemes on others in and around Anima City.

In the past she was close with and dating Michiru but after a series of events she became estranged from Michiru. Specifically because Michiru silently places some blame on Nazuna for the death of Ginrou. Because of the mental toll that event played, Nazuna had to give up on her dream of hitting it big in the music and performance industry, leading her down the road that eventually led her to work in the Anima City underworld. 

She truly does feel awful for what happened and wants to fix it but knows there’s not much she can do to heal Michiru’s broken heart. She ends up falling into a sort of mentor relationship with Marie as the young mink tries to forcefully create a place for herself in the world.

Marie: She’s a spunky, aggressive, barely fourteen year old mink who comes from a rich, influential family. But because of the stuffy lifestyle Marie wants to escape her family’s shadow and carve her own place in the world. Specifically she wears cheap sunglasses and tries to wear rougher, more middle or lower class clothes to force more visual separation form her family. Or at least what she believes them to be. Winds up with a little bit of a rivalry with Shirou just because of their shared spunky crossed with hardheaded personalities. 

Marie ends up meeting Nazuna who takes the mink under her wing to help her find her place in the world. A place Nazuna was never able to find herself. 

Nina: Nina comes from a crime family that has plagued Anima City for years. But after all the damage her family has caused, Nina has chosen to instead actively help the city as Anima City’s mayor. Unfortunately she is a little over her head. Often she acts a little frantic and in lost fighting to keep the city running while keeping a sweet, happy face to the public. 

She is helped along a bit by Michiru who often comes around to act as somewhat of an advisor. The two have known each other since Michiru ended up in the city alone before meeting Ginrou. Michiru herself respects Nina’s attempts to right both her own, and her families wrongs and tries to support her in that effort. 

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The Kids Are Alright

(This is a prequel to my already existing fic Metropolitan Family Life. This fic is not an x reader and takes place in Suguru Geto's teen years. This will be leading into an x reader concept but if you're not into that you can read it as a one shot. Thank you.

Warnings: Smoking, drinking, swearing, crude behavior/language, 90s teen/young people cynicism (total teenage dirtbags), bad parenting, narcissist parent

The Kids Are Alright

Prequel to Metropolitan Family Life (Suguru in his early years- pre reader, late 90s au)

Suguru leaned back in his chair and shook his long hair out. He yanked the elastic hair tie off his wrist and used it to pull his hair up into a messy bun. 

Next to him, Ieiri let out a groan and buried her face into her folded arms. She didn’t have the willpower to lift her head up from her desk. 

“Shit, I’m so hungover.”

“Really? Satoru asked. “Here let me get you something.”

In an act of cruel playfulness he rolled up his magazine and slammed it down on the edge of her desk. Ieiri shot up in excruciating pain, clutching her head for dear life. 

“Satoru you fucking asshole.”

He keeled over in laughter. 

Suguru, who had secured his hair, reached into his backpack and pulled out a water bottle. He leaned forward and handed it to Ieiri. 

“Here,” he offered. “Just take a few sips.”

She grabbed the water from him and took a gulp. 

“How are you not hungover? You drank more than me last night.”

Suguru just shrugged. “Sheer willpower.”

She kissed her teeth and stood up. “C’mon let’s go. I need a cigarette.”

Satoru checked the clock on the classroom wall. “But lunch ends in five minutes.”

Suguru rolled his eyes and grabbed his backpack. “Then we should get out of here before the teacher comes back. 

~

With the three of them ditching gym class, something they occasionally did, they managed to secure something of a secret hideout. 

That was what Satoru insisted on calling it anyway. 

On the far end of the campus was an abandoned greenhouse that once was used for botany classes. It was in an ideal location where they never got caught. 

Suguru retrieved his lighter from his backpack and lit the cigarette that Ieiri had impatiently placed between her lips. She offered him one which he took. Suguru didn’t smoke as often as she did, but he’d occasionally indulge himself. He’d indulged himself in a few things since entering into this friendship. 

When Suguru had met Satoru and Ieiri, he was timid as hell. His shaved head and scrawny build made him an easy target for bullies. But his friends helped him grow more confident in himself, as corny as it sounded.

“How do your ears feel?” Satoru asked him.

“Fine,” he nodded. 

Suguru brushed his fingers over one of the studs. Last night, he pierced them on a dare. Granted the bathroom of a club with a heated sewing needle wasn’t exactly safe, but he liked the way it turned out. Of course, that meant he’d have to show his Dad later. He’d definitely be pissed he skipped class again, but he didn’t care. He never cared anymore. He was done hoping one day his old man would give a damn about him.

Suguru pulled out his sketchbook and a charcoal pencil, determined to finish his sketch before they left campus. He planned on painting it this weekend. 

Ieiri leaned forward to see. “It’s the ocean.”

Satoru sighed and leaned against the young artist, Ieiri followed suit and did the same, sandwiching Suguru in the middle. 

“Shit,” Satoru mumbled. “I can’t believe we only have another three weeks left.”

“I won’t miss this place,” Ieiri mumbled. 

The three of them would be graduating soon. With college exams already taken, and finals coming up. The time was quickly approaching to say goodbye. 

Suguru put his cigarette out and let it sit beside him. “I don’t hate this place.”

The three of them sat there in silence. The only noise to be heard was the scratching of the charcoal pencil.

~

Suguru was a curse on his parents. That’s how he saw it. His mother died in childbirth leaving his father to raise him by himself. 

His father didn’t like him. 

He was too sensitive for a boy. His head was always in the clouds. He was ungrateful. He was lazy. 

He existed. 

Suguru Sr., his dad, was the phys ed. teacher at his school. He took the job because it came with a coaching position for the school’s soccer team, one of the best in the country. 

The players on the team had a fair shot of going pro, something Suguru’s dad had initially hoped for in his youth. But a busted knee had cut his dreams short. 

Since he was faculty his son could get free tuition, and fulfill unaccomplished dreams. 

But Suguru was far from the ideal son who had been given his father’s name.

They argued practically everyday, and it only got worse the older Suguru got. His dad was a textbook narcissist who would bend over backwards for any random stranger, but couldn’t lift a pinky to help his son.

 Suguru was charged with doing all things domestic, from cooking the meals to cleaning the apartment. He also couldn’t blink without his father having an opinion. So he began to avoid him more and more. 

He couldn’t even remember the last time the two of them had spoken. 

Suguru pushed against his father whenever he could. 

He didn’t really like to drink or smoke but he knew his father detested it. So he did it whenever he could, just to defy him. He liked to pissed off his dad, so he stayed out until the early morning out of pure spite. He’d sneak into clubs he had no business in and allow eardrum shattering levels of music to swallow him up and carry him away. 

~

When Suguru got home he was more than displeased to find his dad parked on the couch in front of the television. A soccer game was on, and he couldn’t care less. He detested sports. Did his dad ever imagine himself as one of those players? In a completely different life with a family that made him happy?

“Suguru,” his father barked. “Get in here!”

He stood at the door for a moment, debating if he should just turn around and spend the night at Satoru’s. He decided against it, knowing he’d just have to come home eventually. 

He shut the door and dragged himself to where his father stood, standing beside him and waiting for a lecture. 

“Why weren’t you in class today?” he asked. 

His father’s attempt to look threatening was laughable. Suguru was almost an entire foot taller, another one of the many things the old man resented about him. 

“I wasn’t feeling well,” he cooly responded. “So I went to the nurse’s office.”

His father snorted. 

“So you’re not man enough to power through it? You’re so weak. But with that stupid haircut you look like a girl so you might as well act like it.”

Suguru clenched his jaw. “Can I go now? I have things to do.”

His father turned away from the television to face his son. He stood up when something caught his eye. “What the hell is that?”

“What?”

“That shit in your ear.”

Suguru smirked. “Do you like it?”

His father’s face started to turn red. “Are you trying to get kicked out? What will the neighbors say? You look like some effeminate punk!”

“It’s better than looking like you,” he shot back. “And maybe you should learn how to cook for yourself before you threaten to kick me out.” 

He turned to leave, much to his father’s annoyance. 

“Where the hell do you think you're going?” 

“To work at my shit job that you like to pretend you’re so proud of.”

When his father threw away all his art supplies a few years ago he’d gotten a job at the convenience store down the street to fund the recovery of everything he’d lost. 

His father scoffed. “Your mother would be so disappointed in you.”

“Well then I guess it’s a good thing she’s not here,” Suguru spat.

He went to his room to change for his shift. 

~

“Wow,” Satoru marveled. “That’s such a low blow to use your dead mom like that.”

He stood next to Suguru as he restocked the chips, speaking in between the mouthfuls of Doritos  he was eating. He was currently on his second bag. 

“Classic Coach Geto bullshit,” he muttered. “And are you planning on paying for those?”

Satoru pondered it for a moment. “I don’t know, wouldn’t I fall into the friends and family discount?”

Suguru stood up and snatched the bag out of his hands. “Sorry, but that only applies to people that don’t have American Express cards.”

Satoru pouted as he followed Suguru to the back where Ieiri was looking at the mini toiletries. 

“How much mouthwash should I bring? One of these is enough for two days right?”

“With how much you smoke?” Satoru snorted. 

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Stop stuffing your face and start buying some snacks. Will you Captain Dickhead?”

“Excuse me,” a man called from the front of the store. “Can you ring me up?”

“Right away sir,” Suguru replied. 

“Speaking of Captain Dickhead,” Satoru snorted under his breath. 

He and Ieiri trailed behind their friend to the register. The man handed Suguru his card and looked over to find Satoru, who instantly caught his attention. 

“Pardon me, but are those your real eyes?”

“Yeah,” Satoru answered. 

“They glow in the dark,” Ieiri added. 

The man tilted his head, examining Satoru’s features like he was a pomeranian in a dog show. 

“Have you ever considered modeling?”

“You know you’re not the first person who asked me that,” Satoru gloated.

Suguru rolled his eyes as he bagged up the man’s items. “Here you are sir.”

The man took his card back and stuck it into his wallet, then he retrieved another card out of it. “I work for the Vogue offices here, in Tokyo, but I have some contacts in Paris as well. If you're interested you should give us a call. I think you’d make a great fit in our fall lineup.”

After Satoru took the card the man took his shopping bag and left. 

“Well look who’s on his way to being the next Kate Moss.” Ieiri mused.

“Charles Bernard,” he read aloud. “That can’t be his real name.”

“Probably not,” Suguru jested. “He definitely just wants to harvest your organs.”

Satoru chuckled and stuck the business card in his wallet. “So do you need to do any shopping for the trip Suguru?”

In two weeks the third years would be taking their class trip to Okinawa, which had brought Satoru and Ieiri into the store in search of supplies. 

Suguru sighed. “I don’t know. It’s not like I want to hang out with strangers and I don’t know how to swim.”

“Stop making excuses asshat,” Satoru ordered. “Who said we’re spending time with the class?”

“Well I think the whole concept of a class trip would be lost without the class part,” Ieiri deadpanned. 

“Listen,” Satoru proposed. “I think we should fly down with the class. Then when we get there we’ll get a rental car and just do our own thing.”

“Okay now I know you’re completely insane,” Ieiri groaned. “We’ll get in trouble.”

“Only if we get caught,” Satoru argued. “We’ll check in when we get there, and then again when we leave.”

“But seriously, what if we do get caught?” Suguru asked. 

“Please my family just gave the school a new library, nothing’s going to happen. Plus if they get really mad we’ll just say we got kidnapped or whatever.”

This was a dumb idea on practically every level, Suguru was incredibly aware of that. But he had stuck with Satoru and Ieiri for a few years now and everything had managed to work out so far. 

One last adventure before they’d be pressured into pretending to be adults. 

“Fine,” Suguru agreed.

“Whatever,” Ieiri added.

~

The morning Suguru left he and his dad got into another fight. 

“You know,” he started. “When I was your age I didn’t get to go anywhere.”

Whenever his father spoke Suguru had gotten into the habit of holding his breath. He hoped if he’d stopped breathing the old man would stop speaking, but that unfortunately was never the case. 

Suguru just grunted as he tied his shoelaces. 

“You should be grateful you’ve been given this opportunity.”

Suguru said nothing, he hated it when his dad tried to make him feel guilty for just living his life. 

“Okay,” he said as he stood up. “I’m heading out.”

His father scoffed. “I knew it. You get to go have fun and you still have a bad attitude. I’d kill to be your age again.”

“Uh huh.”

Suguru walked towards the front door. His duffel bag felt like a million pounds, but nothing could stop him from getting the hell out of here. 

“You don’t like me do you?” his dad asked with an unwarranted exhaustion. 

The tone of his delivery made the teen stop in his tracks and turn around. 

“Huh?” he asked.

“You don’t appreciate anything I do.”

Suguru said nothing, even if he wanted to scream until his lungs shriveled up. 

“Bye Dad.”

He stormed out of the apartment and slammed the door behind him.

~

Satoru and Ieiri knew when Suguru was going through it. He slipped in and out of his bad moods like he was speeding through a winding road. They let him sit in silence. This should have been a positive experience for Suguru. He’d never been on a plane before. But of course the old fuck had to rob him of any of the joy he should have been feeling. 

“These seats are so cramped.” Satoru whined.

Ieiri rolled her eyes and shoveled peanuts into her mouth. 

“We get it, you���ve never traveled in coach before.”

“It must be so hard being you,” Suguru griped next to him.

Satoru exchanged a glance with Ieiri. 

“Um Suguru, do you want to switch places? Satoru offered. “You can look out the window and see the ocean.”

“I’m fine,” he muttered.

“But you’ve never been on a plane before and-”

Suguru shot him a look that made him stop. 

“I’m fine. I’m not an idiot I know what a fucking cloud looks like,” he spat.

Ieiri narrowed her eyes on him. 

“Suguru, I know you're in a bad mood, but that doesn’t give you an excuse to be an asshole.”

He scoffed and put his walkman headphones over his ears. He was pissed but he wasn’t suicidal. Ieiri wouldn’t hesitate to kick his ass off the plane and send him plummeting back down to Earth.

~

By the time the plane had touched down everyone was in desperate need of a little cooling off period. Satoru collected everyone’s baggage with the rest of the class while Ieiri snuck off to the airport smoking lounge with Suguru. Without saying a word, he pulled his lighter out of his coat pocket and she leaned in to light her cigarette. They sat there in silence among the rest of the nicotine addicted individuals. 

“I’m sorry about earlier,” he finally mumbled.

She didn’t look at him when she spoke.

“I’m not the one you need to apologize to.”

He thought back to how Satoru had flinched when he rejected his offer for the window seat.

“Look Suguru,” she continued. “Satoru really wants to have a good time while we’re here. Can’t we just give him?”

He nodded. 

“Yeah.”

“I know what it’s like to want to tear everything down but just fake it okay? For him.”

He grinned. “So is this you faking it?”

“Another word and I’ll shove this cigarette up your nose,” she threatened. 

He stood up. 

“Let’s go. The teachers are going to wonder where we are.”

~

They met Satoru in front of the shuttle bus their classmates were gathered around. Despite everything that happened on the plane his eyes lit up when he saw them. 

“There you guys are!”

“Hey,” Suguru started. “I’m sorry I was being such a dick earlier.”

Satoru just smiled. “You’re always a dick, dick.”

Ieiri snorted. 

“So are we all set?” she asked. 

He nodded. 

“We’re almost in the clear.”

Their homeroom teacher, Mr. Yaga, came up to the group of three with his clipboard. 

“Mr. Geto and Ms. Shoko, so good of you to join us.”

He turned to Suguru and handed him a small medication bottle of stool softener. 

“Mr. Gojo informed me you were having bathroom issues, so let me know if you need more.”

“I will sir.”

He clenched his teeth as Satoru and Ieiri giggled behind him.

“Alright class,” he announced as he turned to face the others. “Everyone on the bus.”

The three of them waited for the right moment to bolt. Once Mr. Yaga and the others were all safely on the bus they walked back into the airport and went to the rental car station. 

The woman behind the desk handed Satoru a pair of keys not even bothering to ask how old he was.

“Have it back on Sunday.”

~

Once the three of them had loaded their bags into the trunk they were off. They spent the first ten minutes arguing what type of music to listen to. 

“Come on,” Satoru groaned. “No one wants to listen to Alanis Morrissette.”

Ieiri guffawed.

“Typical guy response. Worship anything related to Nirvana or Oasis and turn your nose down at anything written by a woman.”

“Are you seriously comparing Nirvana to Alanis Morrissette?”

“If you read the lyrics to ‘You Oughta Know’ even your pea sized brain could figure out how inspired that song is!”

“Inspired my ass!”

Suguru made a vain attempt to break in from his spot in the back seat. 

“Can we listen to Queen?”

Ieiri scoffed from the passenger seat. “Suguru, take your old man music on your old man cassette tape and shove it up your ass.”

“Maybe it’ll help with my chronic constipation,” he mused as he read the label on the stool softener. “Thanks again for that Satoru.”

He turned around to glare at him. 

“Well you were acting like you were constipated!”

“Satoru!” Ieiri shrieked. “You’re driving! Keep your fucking eyes on the fucking road!”

Suguru smiled to himself. 

So much for faking it.

~

They miraculously arrived at the hotel in one piece. Satoru had driven them further up the coast and found a place right on the beach. 

When they got to their room Ieiri collapsed on the bed. 

“Okay chuckleheads. I call the bed, you two can bunk on the floor.”

“What do you guys want to do first?” Suguru asked.

“Recover from my near death experience,” Ieiri deadpanned.

Satoru just rolled his eyes. “I got us here alive. And I didn’t even hit that frog.”

He set his bag down and pulled some papers out.

“We should probably leave the room now. I have an entire itinerary planned out.”

~

They spent Friday just walking around the local shops and sampling all the different foods there were to try. They had dinner at a soba place where Satoru nearly scalded his tongue trying to eat too fast. 

“Eat slowly,” Suguru jested. “Or you’ll need these tomorrow morning.”

He pulled the stool softener out of his pocket and placed it next to his friend. Then he flagged down the waitress. 

“Excuse me, where’s the nearest pharmacy? My friend needs to stock up on this.”

Instead of getting angry Satoru just started laughing after the waitress left. 

“You stupid dick,” he wheezed.

Suguru snorted and tossed the medicine in the trash. Ieiri smiled despite herself and continued to eat her meal. 

~

On Saturday they woke up and drove to The Churaumi Aquarium and worked their way through all three floors. Suguru sat in front of a massive tank that contained a whale shark, stingrays, and a plethora of different fish.  

He sketched it so he could paint later. He was getting excited thinking of different techniques to emphasize the light that highlighted the magnificent patterns that decorated the shark's skin. He flipped back a few pages to look at his sketch of the ocean he’d done two weeks ago. It made him a little sad but he couldn’t say why. 

When he looked up he spotted a girl in front of him strolling alongside the whale shark. Her braid swung back and forth as she walked. Before he knew it she’d worked her way into his sketch. 

“Miss Amanai!” a voice called. 

A woman came racing towards her. 

“What’s wrong Misato?” she asked. 

“What’s wrong?” she asked in an incredulous tone. “ You don’t wander off by yourself. Your parents have been worried sick.”

The girl scoffed. “I’m not a child Misato, I’m fourteen.”

Misato gave the girl a look and she quickly sprinted back the way she came. Her caretaker chased after her, nearly knocking Satoru over in the process. 

He and Ieiri walked towards Suguru and sat down beside him. 

“Are you almost done? We were gonna hit the beach.”

He nodded. “Yeah let’s go.”

~

The beach was rejuvenating. Suguru sat in the sand and watched as Satoru tried to chase Ieiri with a sea cucumber. It backfired when a wave knocked him on his ass and the sea cucumber went flying back into the ocean. 

~

While the three of them attempted to build a sandcastle a group of girls approached them. Satoru stood up almost expectantly. 

“Can we help you beautiful ladies?” he smoothly asked.

Ieiri made a gagging noise and Suguru chuckled.

“Um,” one of the girls spoke up. “Actually I was wondering if your friend was single.”

Satoru looked over to Suguru with a flabbergasted expression, entirely unfamiliar with not being the center of attention when it came to these types of things.

“Yes,” Suguru answered. 

The girl held out a piece of paper. “Here’s my email address. You can send me a message if you want or whatever.”

He smiled and took the paper.

“Thank you.”

~

“Are you a freaking idiot!” Satoru howled. “What do you mean you’re not going to email her?”

Suguru shrugged. “What’s the point? We’ll never see eachother again.”

“She even saw through that hideous shirt you’re wearing,” Ieiri joked.

“Maybe she’s into Magnum, P.I.,” he snorted.

Apparently girls liked old man hawaiian shirts. 

~

Later that night the three of them shared a small bottle of scotch Satoru had swiped from his dad’s personal collection. 

They sat on the beach and passed the bottle around, mindful not to drink too much. In the morning they’d have to drive back to the airport to meet their class.

“Well I think we can mark this trip as a success,” Satoru gloated.

“Yes Satoru, you and your genius brain put this entire plan in motion. Is that what you want to hear?” Ieiri teased. 

“Well I had fun,” Suguru admitted. 

“Ha! Two against one. You lose!”

“Shut up and pass the scotch dumbass,” Ieiri ordered.

“I’ll miss you guys,” Suguru murmured. 

His friends stopped their lively banter and turned their attention to their friend. 

“What do you mean? Are you going somewhere?” Satoru asked.

He sighed.

“Nothing. Forget I said anything.”

“Suguru,” Ieiri prodded. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, it’s just…it’s just that sometimes I have a difficult time seeing my own future. Shit that sounds so fucking stupid. I guess…I’m just anxious about the future. Will there ever be a time I don’t feel like shit?”

“Everyone feels like shit sometimes. Especially if they're around bad people,” Satoru said with a knowing look. 

They all knew who he was alluding to. 

“Yeah,” Suguru cleared his throat. “I guess you’re right.”

“Suguru, you're a stupidly talented artist and you’re a good person,” Ieiri admitted.

“And you’ll never have to face the future alone. We’re best friends,” Satoru assured him. 

“But you need to live your own life,” Ieiri reminded him. “Don’t run away from the unknown.”

He smiled and covered his face. “I don’t hate you guys.”

~

In the early hours of the morning, Suguru woke up shoulder to shoulder between Satoru and Ieiri on the hotel bed. The room was still dark and the only noise was his friend's shallow breathing. 

Outside the ocean waves crawled onto the sand, creating a soothing lullaby when gently tapped down. 

He took a deep and closed his eyes, imagining his future and discovering a light. 

~

The End.

[crazedlunatic]

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Side note: I was so excited to get this drabble! Bob's family lives in my brain every day and I'm just so happy not everyone is over Bob and his family. He's my favorite OC. I'm always excited for Bob drabbles.

“Hey, Robbie. It’s Caldwell.”

“Which one?”

“It’s Danny. I know it’s really late… early?”

Bob blinked at his cellphone and then said, “Please tell me this isn’t a work call.”

“You’re probably going to wish it was.”

Bob yawned and then said, “Why?”

“I’m here with your son. You should probably get down here quick. He’s okay but a little banged up… I just don’t know how long before this gets out and the quicker you get him out of here, probably better with your high-profile status and all.”

Bob could hear laughing in the background—probably Matt because almost everyone in the city knew that laugh.

“Wait. Is he okay? What happened?”

“It’s a DUI and your car is… no more.”

“Are you at the hospital?” Bob jumped out of bed.

“No. Somehow he has very few injuries given what your car looks like. Look, I’ve gotta go approve some admit stuff in case we can’t just let you take him home. I’ll be trying to get some stuff figured out when you’re on your way.”

“Thanks.” Bob said, hanging up.

“What happened?” Sarah yawned, sitting up.

“Brady may be the new owner of a misdemeanor DUI.” Bob huffed, pulling on jeans.

“Is he okay?”

“Oh, he’ll be okay because he’s never leaving this house again.”

Bob went into the garage and as soon as he saw which car had been taken, he punched the doorframe.

Because of course the car he’d barely driven.

Of. Course.

…

“Good… very early morning.”

Bob gave a very forced smile and said, “How long will I be in prison if I murder him?”

“Hey, look. You remember Matt did stupid stuff. Brady’s a good kid. He’s got great parents. High school is awful. Senior year is daunting. Life changing. You and Sarah got off early with Charlie because he’s exactly like Sarah. Brady, however, is like… you.” Caldwell shrugged.

“I bought an alpaca drunk. I didn’t drive a car and wreck it drunk… especially someone else’s car.” Bob huffed.

“I tell you. You got off easy. Matt and Derek were the ones that got there first. Ambulance checked Brady over and you may want to take him to his primary care for a look over by his doctor but it seems the only real damage was to the tree and the… car.”

Bob winced. “Do you have pictures?”

“You’ll be relieved once you see them.” Caldwell held out his phone.

Bob’s eyes widened in horror and he said, “He’s… fine?!”

“I know you aren’t religious but… after this, maybe you should be.” Caldwell shrugged.

“Is he staying the night? Can I see him if he is?”

“Not staying the night.” Caldwell said, his voice much quieter. “This isn’t the place for him. He’s a good kid. I know you and the DA hate each other but you also recognize how good both of you are. I think she’ll help… especially since Brady was the only one who was hurt. If there had been another car involved, though…”

Bob took a deep breath, looking at the photo again.

“Good luck, Brady.” They heard Matt say from the doorway.

Bob looked up and saw Brady, not sure if he should be pissed and want to kill him or relieved and want to hug him.

“Please don’t.” Brady said once he reached Bob and Caldwell.

Caldwell locked eyes with Bob and shrugged. “See you, Robbie. Good luck, Brady.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Brady said as he got into the car.

“Lucky or unlucky for you, I’m not ready to talk about it either.”

“Good.”

Half a minute passed before Bob started the car and looked at him, still in the parking lot.

“Why are you looking at me and not driving home?” Brady scoffed. “Don’t worry. It wasn’t an attempt to sabotage your career.”

“I don’t give two shits about my career. The family has always come first and you know that. Every time something crawls up your butt and dies you act like this. Then you think everyone is supposed to act like you haven’t been a total shit to everyone when you’re in a better mood.”

“Maybe if you were around more you’d know more about what’s going on with me… or any of us, really. When you are home you’re doing work or playing with Emily. A new kid comes and there goes your attention. It’s fine. Whatever. But Charlie’s going to New York and he doesn’t have time for me but you’re my dad. You should make time. You don’t talk to me.”

“I try to talk to you. I try to do stuff with you. You hide in your room all the time and you happen to conveniently want to do something when you know I’m busy and can’t. We had all summer but when I’m trying, you’re uninterested.”

“You’ve probably got 100 million in your account by now. Can’t you just retire already? We get it. You can argue.”

“Actually I’ve donated a quarter of my money and a lot of it goes back—”

“Into CMJ. Ugh. We know. Can’t someone else take the first letter so you could actually be a good dad?”

“The only person that seems to have a problem with me is you.”

“Charlie’s a people pleaser so he wouldn’t admit it. Sam is still at that age where you pay a bit more attention to him but in two years—”

“What in the flying fuck are you talking about? Are you on drugs too?!”

“NO!” Brady shouted.

“Tell me what your problem is.” Bob pulled into a parking lot.

“Obviously its you. You always talk about grandpa and how close you are. But you’re close with everyone but me.”

Bob took a deep breath.

“You talk about how shitty your brothers were all the time. I feel like you treat me the way they supposedly treated you if that’s even the truth.” Brady continued. “You’re never home anymore. You could easily use all of that money you’ve got to pay for stuff outright for Grandpa but you won’t because you just care about money.”

“Okay. Anything else I should know about myself?”

“Yeah. You haven’t been the same since you lost that lung. Get over it. You’ve still got one. And if you didn’t put yourself in these awful positions, maybe you wouldn’t be so miserable. And if you didn’t work so much maybe you’d have time for us.”

“What does me having one lung have to do with anything?!”

“It’s just something else you’ve put us through. How many times will you get hospitalized before someone kills you? Then what do we do? Oh, wait. You’ve probably got 10 million by now at least so I guess we’ll make do.”

“Don’t worry. If I’m finally offed, it’ll be at least 13.” Bob snapped.

“Woah. Really?”

Bob stared at him blankly.

“Not that I want you to die.”

“Oh my God. Who are you?” Bob asked, still staring at him.

“I’m the same. You’re the one that’s changed.”

Bob stared down at the steering wheel.

“You also haven’t been the same since Murphy got killed… which was also because of you.”

“Fine. You’re right. I’m a horrible dad.” Bob said after five silent minutes passed.

“I shouldn’t have said that about Murphy.” Brady said quietly.

“Yeah and maybe I should have let you stay in jail overnight.”

…

“Wow, you mean a child with your DNA was being an asshole for no reason?”

Bob, who was in the fridge and trying to get ready for work as he vented, turned and glared.

“I really don’t want you to—”

“To remind you that you were just like Brady when he’s in a bad mood?” His dad gave him a knowing look. “Remember when you were sixteen? I told you I couldn’t wait for you to deal with it yourself. That I hoped you had a son just like you.”

“You know what? My car is dead.”

“Which one?”

“You know which one.”

“Oh? The one I told you to not get because you’d never drive it? Because any time you like something that much you let it sit around? I told you one of the boys would do this.”

“I thought it would be the kid who acts like me 100% of the time, not just when he’s pissed.” Bob sighed. “He also brought up when I lost the lung… and Murphy.”

“There’s something big going on with him then.” Bob’s dad didn’t look amused anymore. “That’s not Brady to stoop low where he knows it hurts most. He’s lashing out at you.”

Bob lifted fingers every time as he said, “I took him to a counselor, graduated to a therapist, he refused to go after three weeks for some reason the therapist couldn’t divulge, I have talked to this soccer coach multiple times, talked to the teachers he’s clashing with. I’ve—”

“There’s no point. Just like with you. He’s working through something and you’re his outlet. I was yours.”

Bob groaned loudly and then said, “You aren’t supposed to be walking alone, Dad.”

“It’s taking you longer to notice that. You must be stressed. Your mom takes too long to wake up. I feel fine. I made it in here, didn’t I?”

“But you know it can happen—”

Both Bob and his dad looked up when Sarah entered the room.

“Is it too early to kill him? Or are you going to wait until you get off work?” Sarah teased, taking a seat next to Bob’s dad but clearly addressing Bob.

“It’s not funny, Sar.”

“I know.” Sarah ruffled his hair. “You’re going to be late to work.”

“He said it’s my fault Murphy died. And every time he’s pissed off he brings up the lung. Lack of lung. Whatever. Does he think I wanted to be in the hospital and have my lung removed after almost being killed for the, like, fifth time?”

“I think that was the third time but it was traumatizing for everyone.” Sarah said quietly. “If he brought that up last night during all of this, he’s probably still having a hard time with it.”

“And he doesn’t mention this because…?”

“Because you’ve been admitted two more times since that time.” His dad said. “Each time he’s been very…”

Blaine interrupted him. “Then he made a comment about how much money I made. And I played right into it and told him it’s at 13 now and then said he wasn’t hoping I would die. If it was a fucking cartoon there would have been dollar signs in his eyes.”

“Surely you’re being dramatic.” Sarah sighed and then said, “This is your karma for how you treated your dad.”

Bob’s dad nodded eagerly.

“I am not apologizing for being attacked and almost killed while walking Murphy. Or losing a lung. That’s ridiculous.”

“I signed up for this when Charlie was two and you wanted to do criminal prosecution… the kids didn’t.” Sarah made eye contact. “It’s hard, Robbie. It’s hard when you stay late. I always worry that something’s happened to you when you don’t send me regular texts to know you’re okay… it’s really hard.”

Bob sighed.

“Listen. You know Jake is absolutely swamped in New York and can’t get down here. Next in line is Charlie who is overwhelmed with medical school and a new baby. Brady’s best friend moved away two months ago. He’s having a hard time. The fact that he is going at you sucks but to some degree he feels safe enough to…”

“Bring up my lobectomy and the fact that I had to watch someone kill the dog I’ve had since he was a puppy? Maybe I’d rather him not feel safe enough.” Bob sighed and went to the fridge.

“You cannot have sweet tea this early.” His mom said coming in. “No.”

“And you have to take Brady to school since you took his car away… after he took your car… Why do you have so many cars again?”

“BRADY, HURRY UP!” Bob shouted up the stairs.

…

“Are you not going to say anything?”

“Nope.”

Brady sighed. “I would rather you yell at me than this.”

“You literally said ‘woah’ about how much money I have and then added that it was okay because you didn’t wish I would die. Am I supposed to want to talk to you?”

 Brady didn’t speak, staring ahead.

“You also said that…” Bob trailed off.

“I didn’t… I’m sorry…I don’t know why I said it.” Brady looked down.

“I do what I do to help people that can’t help themselves. The big ones are pro bono.”

“We need you too. You get calls on Christmas… and you answer them. It’s like you care more about your job than us.”

“The only time you want anything to do with me is if you need or want money or a ride somewhere. Otherwise you…”

“Act like you?” Brady winced.

 “I bought an alpaca drunk. There’s a pretty big difference. You could have killed yourself or somebody else. You’re smarter than that. You’re smarter than that. You and Sarah are the smartest people I’ve ever met. You don’t need to be doing these things, Brady. If you want or need attention, why not come to me, Mom, Charlie, or Jake? And who are you drinking with? How did you get the alcohol?”

Brady sighed and didn’t speak.

“What?” Bob had pulled into a parking lot.

“What is going on? This isn’t you.” Bob locked eyes with him.

“I can’t talk about it.”

“Is she pregnant?” Bob asked outright.

“Why do you jump to that?!”

“Because it’s already had it once and you asked her to get an abortion.”

Brady’s eyes widened.

“So is she?”

“Not as of yesterday.”

Bob took a deep breath and then nodded.

“What? Please say something.” Brady made eye contact with Bob.

“Did you ask her to do it both times, Brady?”

Brady didn’t answer.

Bob’s phone buzzed and he glanced at it. It was from Blaine, asking if he had anything that he needed done first.

“Do you hate me?” Brady bit his lip hard.

“No, Brady. But I’m really disappointed in you for asking her to do that not once, but twice. Don’t have sex unless you’re ready for the consequences. And always use protection. Are you two still together?”

“No.” Brady’s voice was much quieter. “But maybe if you were more available, I could have gone to you for help.”

“I would have been there if you’d talked to me.” Bob sighed. “You can always tell me anything. Any time. Tell me you need me and I’ll drop anything. You should know that.”

“Dad…” Brady opened and closed his mouth a few times.

“What is it?” Bob looked him in the eyes.

“Uhm, nothing.” Brady said. “I wasn’t going to say anything.”

“You do know I can tell when people are lying, right…?”

“It’s nothing.” Brady opened the door as they got to the school. “Bye, Dad.”

“Bye…?”

[iamafictionfreak]

Unspoken feelings and subtext heaven/hell - Kinn and Porsche (I love this show)

(I've credited the creators of any gifs I use for kinnporsche - if you'd prefer I didn't use your gifs, please let me know :))

Oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear. Kinn, my love, baby… what the ever-loving fuck are you doing??!

This is probably what most of you were thinking – that is if you weren’t all raising your pitchforks at him. And I get it. I do. We’re all pissed at Kinn.

But I’m also not. At all. Fraught with tension though this episode was, it was also another massive eye opener.

The leads are a MESS guys, in completely different ways. But this episode revealed a boatload of feelings and shit, were allergic to feelings here, aren’t we? KINN?!

But also- PORSCHE. The empath. Who couldn’t even speak the words.

I was waiting for one of them to be like ‘so, we had sex last night. I think we should talk about it’. What we got?

Both of them. It was both of them. They both slept with each other, and they both couldn’t face it. You see, to face the sex and how obviously amazing it felt to them both, they’d have to talk and to talk means to admit that it actually happened, and they can’t yet because it means revealing feelings and boy is that a no-fly zone topic for them both.

Following the trajectory of Kinn’s behaviour so far, I didn’t see him making Porsche his priority yet anyway, which is why I was so nervous for Porsche.

Kinn has clearly been hurt in the past, or he's been involved in a tragedy, but I was taken aback on the realisation that maybe Kinn’s past hurt coincided with a sabotage of the main family? Did he unintentionally threaten the security of his own family? And why the hell does his father keep reminding him of that fact?

Here Kinn – here’s the most beautiful, problematic, capable empathic man you’ll ever meet in your life, now…. Don’t fall in love with him. Feelings are bad. Feelings make you go against my order of things. Don’t treat him differently from your other bodyguards despite me being a massive hypocrite and doing exactly that when we first employed him. Keep him close, but not too close. Don’t be soft with him but don’t let him get away either.

Can we block Korn?

Is this how Korn keeps his friends close and his enemies closer?

Is this referring to Porsche… or is Kinn, his child, the enemy? That's a field for any psychiatrist.

Initially, I thought that maybe Porsche’s parents were people who Korn had once known and loved. Now I’m wondering if they were people who he’d trusted and who either betrayed him or who he betrayed in turn. So, he’s keeping an eye on Porsche though his son? Or maybe it’s nothing at all like that.

The point is, Kinn’s father has Kinn trapped. On a leash that Korn tugs tight whenever he so much as sniffs out what he deems as weakness. Only it’s not weakness: it’s Korn fear.

What’s he so afraid of?

That Kinn will defect given the right motive?? Because if this goes exactly the way we all know it’s going to, Porsche’s love will make Kinn into the leader we all know he could be. You should read this amazing @yeetlegay chess analogy with Porsche being the kingmaker and Kinn being the King. And that’s definitely a threat to Korn. But this early on in the game? It’s not Korn’s fear yet, so what’s going on??

Either way, it ties to feelings of regret and shame in Kinn. A weakness he himself has tried with all his might to crush – whatever happened has led him to closing up shop on everyone. He trusts no one. Not even his brother’s, not completely. Though I think that’s more to do with protecting them from him than anything else.

There’s cruelty in Korn and I think that’s where Kinn has learned to be cold. Imagine being so hurt in the past that you deliberately chose never to love again, never to kiss your sexual partners and all that jazz. Then imagine your own father reminding you of your failure every single time you waver on this choice. Like an asshole.

Of course, Kinn wasn’t going to go all out with Porsche. He was going to do as daddy instructed - which daddy did without really instructing him anyway: Korn has Kinn where he wants him right now - because Kinn feels like he still has to make it up to the family.

At this point, Kinn’s bodyguards (and his hurt) are his shackles – that his dad already knows what happened between him and Porsche means that one of them reported to Korn. Unashamedly. They’d have no choice; Korn’s the Mafia head who rules with calm authority, which is more effective than any other kind of power play. He's built a dynasty that Kinn is learning to navigate. But it reinforces that Kinn has no privacy and no one he can truly trust.

So, why the hell would he trust Porsche? What, because he slept with him? Psh. Hah. NO.

Kinn’s slept with a lot of guys. Sex is a language to him at this point, it’s nothing.

But he’s affected by what happened with Porsche. BIG TIME.

Unfortunately for Kinn, he’s also emotionally constipated and terrified. Verbal communication is really bad for his health. So, he waits for cues from Porsche. Porsche, who get’s his cues from Kinn.

It’s a clusterfuck ready to happen.

If Kinn had stayed in the bed with Porsche on waking, Porsche would have felt welcomed. Instead, he’s gotten out of the bed, out of touching distance and turned his back on Porsche before EVEN speaking to him. They couldn’t even look at each other. The night before had been that intense, that exposing. So, Porsche wakes feeling abandoned on the shirttails of being drugged. It’s almost a dishonour.

As if he's done something wrong.

Kinn thinking he’s doing the right thing by Porsche, gives him air – it’s the last thing Porsche needs but Kinn isn’t allowing himself to emotionally connect with Porsche. Then, to please daddy and reassert his control on himself, Kinn allows Big and Ken to humiliate Porsche. Orders them to. Maybe he thinks he’s protecting Porsche, and, in a way, he is.

But Kinn, placing duty - his father’s honour and Kinn’s shame - first, is another dishonour on Kinn this time. He just doesn't see it.

Porsche, still affected by being wrecked through passionate sex and drugs and awakened feelings and abandonment, is heartbroken.

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Kinn has no idea. And whilst it would be so easy to just throw vitriol at Kinn for this, I can’t because – again – they haven’t talked. Neither of them thinks that the other has feelings involved here. When they had sex, Porsche was all about teasing Kinn’s, he spoke exactly zilch about his own. Kinn thinks Porsche is upset about being drugged and about the sex – at this point, Kinn’s mostly sure Porsche is a comfortable Bi. He’s assuming a lot because he’s on unfamiliar ground.

So, he behaves as he usually would: boldfaced and open about his sexual exploits. Right in front of Porsche. In front of our SALADS.

And this is where they’re alike – Porsche and Kinn both choose fornication as a way to prove to themselves that they’re fine: that they’re in control, that nothing has changed, that nothing is wrong, that they aren’t compromised by feelings. Kinn even allows his escort to kiss him – I’m completely unaffected by Porsche OR by feelings. Here. Watch how unaffected I am. Of course, he’s unaffected by escort guy. He can kiss escort guy NOW because those kisses mean fuck all to Porsche’s kisses.

The combined flashbacks were- I can’t even describe the artistry of that scene. It was profound, agonising, beautiful and exactly what the audience needed. We all thought we’d have to see them both do this with other people because they needed the distraction, needed to pretend they aren’t affected.

But they both are – this thing that’s happening between them is stronger than they understand. So wrapped around their experience together, they can’t get passed it. How it made them feel…

( gifs by the incredible @moerusaiai )

They were wrapped up in each other. Totally gone in the moment. There’s always an awareness in them both, even when they’re getting laid. But here, they’re gone. Blissed out. High off the feeling of each other.

And then-

( image by @trilliastra )

Twice prior to this, Kinn was unable to get to completion so to speak, with his escorts. He’d then go looking for Porsche. First, after Porsche shot that Mes (??) guy. Second, when Porsche interrupted his alone time.

He’s starting to understand why he’s seeking Porsche out. And he doesn’t like it. It’s out of his control. So Kinn… waits up for Porsche. Wanting to clear the air, to solve whatever’s starting between them, like it’s a puzzle instead of feelings.

He'll never admit that he's yearning too.

And Porsche? When he can’t get it on with a woman, he does exactly what he KNOWS Kinn will hate – he goes on a sweet little bike ride with Vegas.

The fact that Kinn was snoozing with a gun should tell you just how much Kinn doesn’t trust – he’s surrounded by bodyguards, but he’s still armed. Mentioning Vegas made Kinn’s feelings spiral right the fuck down. Kinn doesn’t know who drugged Porsche. Still, Kinn’s alone. He feels alone again. Porsche chose to spend time with Vegas instead of return.

But, Porsche, sweetie honey sugar dumpling, you didn’t have to wake him up. You could have gone to bed. Porsche wanted this next confrontation. He’s a little more on solid ground after admitting to himself that what happened, happened and then with Vegas showing him some attention, he’s facing the route of the issue – because Vegas isn’t who he wants the soft comfort from.

And then we see – Kinn had no idea, not really, how much he’s hurt Porsche. I mean he knew, but he didn’t really understand it until Porsche makes him look at exactly how much of an ass he’s been.

Then, Porsche, done with the bullshit in the house, issues a challenge.

Shit, because that’s Kinn’s biggest trigger right now. To assert authority, only to be challenged on it? He reacts to that first, not to any feelings involved. So, he’s puts Porsche in his place. It’s fucking harsh. Kinn's still operating on a different frequency to Porsche. That and he’s promised himself not to love.

I wonder what would have happened if Porsche had directly told him that he couldn’t stop thinking about him. That their night meant something, and all Kinn has managed to do is reinforce how very little it meant to Kinn. That Porsche just needs a little time to get past that and the other issues it brought up.

I swear, Kinn wouldn’t have known which way was up… and then Kinn would have followed him to his room to do with him what he couldn’t do with the escort, telling Porsche in actions rather than words – again – that it means something. Porsche would have welcomed him, deserved or not. Why? Because Porsche works on actions too – that and he’s a freaking empath. He’s got to be, he works with what he’s given.

It explains the scene with Vegas.

Vegas, you manipulative son of a bitch. You’re so good at twisting feelings. Porsche feeling abandoned and unsafe is a prime target. So, in slips Vegas like the snake he is, with his helmet and his soft compassion and the bike ride – a bike that looks just like Porsche’s, you stalker – knowing the issues with Kinn, knowing he’s the one who stirred up a hornets nest and drugged Porsche.

I saw a lot of people blowing up about this – the music was romantic, the bike ride like something out of a teen romance, Vegas was so loving and genuine, oh no!

I… just felt pity.

It’s the scene where liars lie to themselves and to each other.

Vegas has convinced himself that this is real. That the feelings of affection he’s displaying for Porsche, are real. That he’s befriending Porsche because Porsche needs to be saved from kinn and Vegas is a good guy for giving a shit. For liking Porsche. I am the yin to Kinn’s yang Porsche, I’m the good one: transfer your growing feelings for him to me – I’ll take care of them.

Just watch him. Look at his face. As if he’s touch starved. And what does Porsche freely offer? Exactly what he’s given: affection.

They both took affection from each other and that’s why it’s a lie. Porsche won’t be able to get passed what happened, not truly, not until Kinn opens to him. He needs that.

Just like Vegas will never get what he truly wants from Porsche, despite how he may feel about him.

Porsche can’t love Vegas because Vegas can’t give him what he needs - Vegas is a fraud. But since Vegas is obsessed with taking or usurping or just flat out hurting Kinn, whether it’s personal or Kinn’s his focus because he hates the main family, any feelings he already has are rapidly growing from that obsession and becoming infatuation. It’s easy to convince yourself that obsession is love. It’s self-defence. But is love really love when you don’t have the best interests of the object of your affections at heart?

Nuh uh.

So yes, I just felt sorry for them both.

At least Kinn, as horrible as it is to state, has tried to protect Porsche for Porsche's sake... it's just that Kinn's way of doing that is warped by his upbringing. Great.

It shines a light on the drugging scene too. Kinn kissed Porsche, so Vegas marked him. Now that Porsche has slept with Kinn, Vegas can step right on in – seriously, someone check on Kinn’s ex’s and oh’s already! I bet he’s slept with each of them.

He makes my skin crawl, but you can still feel that this is genuine for Vegas and how fucked is that?

But back to Kinn.

The thing about trust? When feelings are involved, you don’t always get to choose who you trust. Kinn leaves Porsche standing there after letting himself be controlled by his own fears and leaves behind the gun.

There was so much sexual and emotional tension in this scene, but I’m not surprised that they didn’t grab at each other. This is being saved for later on – I can freaking feel it. They wanted to throw us off a bit, get us to worry. Like I said earlier, with Kinn’s behaviour so far, being so forward and full on with Porsche would have felt insufficient without words and gestures. For now.

We need Kinn to garner enough strength through his connection to Porsche to defy his father. Or at least, not obey him. To say no. To challenge him. To be openly all over Porsche and as you can see, it’s not happening yet.

Seriously, what the hell is Korn’s agenda? Kim certainly doesn’t trust his own father – that or he discovered something recently that’s making him investigate his father’s actions. Daddy dearest is making all the wrong calls – he’s motivated Kim in some elusive way, he told Porsche to go home and think (seriously, what the frig are you doing - Porsche did nothing wrong) and Kinn…

Well Kinn knows he fucked up now. Several times. With Porsche, not his father. Despite him being the biggest dick in any room during his prior scene with Porsche, he goes looking for him, again, to make things right. He just doesn’t have the capability to make it right. He’s never been shown. It’s been so long since he’s been emotionally invested in anyone that he’s coming up short.

But in searching for Porsche he’s doing exactly what his father told him (without really telling him) not to do. Hallelujah. He’s already breaking a rule and- I just need to be a little shit and get this in: told you Kinn would break first 😉 – and he leaves in search of Porsche…

…Is that what this father wanted him to do? Am I alone in thinking Korn knew what was going to happen? Did Korn make this happen for some hidden reason?

I’m sure he didn’t mean for Kinn to be handcuffed to Porsche and for them to go off alone in the wilderness. But the attack…?

Anyway, Kinn attempts an apology and butchers it. It’s necessary and he knows it – how long has it been since Kinn had to be human like this in the face of a man who’s the most human on the show? It’s not good enough, but it’s a good start. Porsche knows it too. The fact that Kinn can admit he’s shit at this is a nice clue, but Porsche is entirely too interesting for me in this episode.

The boy is DARK. Deep, dark, demoralised and digesting.

That discomforting sequence where Porsche allows himself to fall into that memory - in the bathroom - as almost ugly in Its depth as it is beautiful. We were there with him, feeling how deeply he’s been touched and scarred and… well, if you really allow yourself to feel it, Porsche had a very good time with Kinn that night and it’s eating him up. How much he felt and the absence of it, including the response from Kinn, is tearing at him. Jesus, his acting…

Away, AWAY thoughts, need to finish!

Closing ideas:

I’m beyond excited for episode 6, but just a moment: the scene with Porsche and Pete. We might get a parallel of this further down the line, except Pete will be the injured party and Porsche will be there to offer advice that’s genuinely helpful as opposed to Pete’s hit and miss (almost had a heart attack when I thought Pete told him he’d been through the same with Tankhoun of all people).

Vegas and Korn are definitely related. They're too good at manipulation.

Porsche has been through the emotional grinder from the start and with each episode it seems to get worse. Hopefully episode 6 won’t have him dealing with it alone.

That they didn't shy away from what happened was EVERYTHING - but they've also left some aside for later.

Anyone think Porshce’s going to let rip at Ken and Big soon? I know they were following orders but they haven’t liked him from the start and I don’t see it improving. They seem to take enjoyment in crushing him and- no. Not happy with that.

Porsche was on point in this episode – he saw a lot, as if tapping into feelings he wasn’t used to sharpened him and I’m just going to leave that right there.

Both of them avoiding bringing up the fantastic, world altering sex made me laugh. Idiots. But even in a perfect world, neither has professed to care for the other - romantically speaking - and neither seem to understand romance anyway. They don’t owe each other shit, save courtesy.

I mean, of course they're each other's already but they have to get there themselves. the whole point of this episode was to showcase that progression and to make it agonising. They didn't hold back and I'm so glad for that.

Part of Kinn’s journey in the show might be to circumvent not just his father’s oppression of him, but also the judgement and rules and divisions of the world around him; including the mafia way. To paraphrase and completely butcher something Ang Lee once said, it isn’t love and our preferences that kill us: it’s the expectations of a rigid society that can’t house us as individuals - that we have ironically created – that do so. It’s the most important, always, that we remain true to ourselves.

Eventually Kinn will defy his father. He’ll chose Porsche. But that’s a while off.

Still, this show is freaking raw. It hurt and it gave and it impacted like punches.

I should have added this from the start - the chemistry and tension between Kinn and Porsche in this episode was off the charts. That's rare.

The scene where Porsche is feeling absolutely everything and then some? If Kinn had been there, seeing that? You bet your ass he'd have responded with all the comfort because he'd finally grasp the depth of issue here.

[angry-geese]

For Myself

Sukuna x Reader

Warnings: nsfw mention. mention of violence, blood, injury, and cannibalism. implied murder. starts off kind of dark but gets fluffier towards the end. gn!reader.

obligatory warning for my poor editing skills. if theres any egregious errors i'll get to them when i get home from work

Summary: some fluff where Sukuna comforts the reader while they're sick

Word Count: 2.4k

He's certain you would be more comfortable in his lap than on the floor. Even as he beckons you to sit, you refuse, turning your gaze away. You adjust your position to a more comfortable spot on your knees. The floor is hard and cold, but you don't have much longer to wait anyway. Sukuna has grown bored of the man standing in front of him. A peace offering, in exchange for not razing their village. A young woman, brought here against her own will. Her life to replace yours. It's nothing Sukuna wants, nor can he make use of her. She’s no sorcerer, likely no good in a fight, and too frail to be worth eating.

Worst of all, it insults you.

An insult to you, is an insult to Sukuna himself.

The man was only delaying the inevitable. Humans have a habit of doing that. They’re resilient, like cockroaches. You can squash, poison, trap, or drop a nuke on as many as you want to, but they’ll always come back.

He planned on killing him from the moment he stepped foot in the door.

And when he kills him, he makes sure to have the woman watch. She lays curled at your feet as you regard them both with cold eyes. Not a scream passes her lips. She’s either frozen with fear, or knows that moving is the worst thing she can do.

She begs for her life.

Sukuna leaves it up to you to decide.

It was an insult to you, after all. In a past life you could see yourself letting her go. There's many things in life you used to do that are no longer habits of yours. You were in her shoes years ago. Time has hardened you, made you cruel. If a past version of you could look at you now, you don't know if you’d recognize yourself. Not all change is bad. People are meant to change, and they’re going to do so.

You give her a minute to start running. After that, it's up to Sukuna with what he wants to do with her.

She takes the opportunity, thinking she has a chance to survive, and flees. The guards and servants let her. Your word is second to Sukuna’s. The only person who could overturn an order put in place by you is Sukuna himself. He usually doesn't. The resulting chaos from anything you do is good entertainment. And he has all the time in the world. Being immortal leads to a lot of boredom.

Sukuna would hunt her down before she could escape the estate.

Nobody got away from him. Not even you. Nowadays you’re much less serious about leaving but you still threaten it if he dares piss you off.

He'd never let you go. You know that. Try as you will, you're never getting free.

Not that you have anything to go back to. And you're rather comfortable here. Comfortable may be a bit of a stretch, but you're housed, fed, and protected. The basic human needs are taken care of. Sukuna cares about you in his own, twisted way. You may have first been just a plaything to keep his stomach full and his balls empty—a toy to be discarded after a day or two—but you've earned a place by his side. He wakes up next to you, he goes to sleep next to you. He's grown used to having you around. And you to him.

You're just as much his, as he is yours.

Everything about the man is selfish, and all-consuming. But when he is with you, he finds himself giving for the first time in his life.

He gets a servant to draw him a bath. He has the decency to scrub the blood off before finding you, and asking you to join him. His bloodied kimono is replaced with a clean one. It's black, the sleeves are wide enough to accommodate his four arms. Blood doesn't bother you, but he doesn't want to track it all over his house.

Something is wrong.

He doesn't remember you getting hurt, but you’re acting like you’re injured. He thinks back to this morning, how he had to drag you out of bed. How sluggish you acted.

Worry creases itself between his eyebrows.

Your mortality was something he knew of, but never gave much thought. There was no need to. The mortality of others was something he didn't care about. You weren't supposed to be kept long. You were merely a sacrifice, meant to appease Sukuna, and in turn he wouldn't raze your village. While young, and pretty, not good enough to save your people. He planned on fucking you, burning your village to the ground, then eating you. Not necessarily in that order, but that was the plan.

He's taken everything from you. Your home, your life, your family. Even as you were forced to face your fate, you never gave in, never lost your bite. You defied him and lived. You had a malicious streak in you. You were never as sweet and as innocent as the people of your village first played you up to be. Years later you still put up the same fight. It's a constant back and forth between you two.

You’d never be able to hurt him. As much as you'd scratch and bite, you'd never so much as draw blood. Harming the King of Curses was not an easy task.

His 'love' was much more material at first. As you got settled down, survived more than a week, gifts appeared. Jeweled hair pins and beautiful, expensive kimonos appeared. All made just for you. He'd never admit to being behind it. You were not complacent, but you were comfortable. You were his spoiled pet. That didn't stop you from clawing at his eyes whenever he picked you up when you didn't want to be touched. Being spoiled didn't make you nice.

None of his pets have lasted quite as long as you have. At least eight times the trees of his estate have shriveled and turned brown in winter, and the ground has hardened with frost. At least eight times they've bloomed and have had the life of spring breathed back into them, and the ground has thawed and turned muddy. You just did what you had to in order to survive. You've more than just survived. Some would say you’ve thrived. You would beg to differ. If you were the begging type.

He still views you as a pet. You’re human after all. Though sometimes it feels like you’re becoming more curse than human. Being viewed as an equal to him is impossible, but he values you. You're not something that can easily be replaced.

His hand touches your shoulder from behind. You don't flinch. You used to flinch. Then you started swinging. You're never able to hurt him. You're strong, but not that strong.

"She was far too frail to eat," you say, "I assumed you didn't want to keep her for that."

You don't eat human meat. Or try not to. Early on in your stay, before you knew better… It wasn't pork. Uraume was a wonderful cook, but not for anything you ate. Personally it's not your thing. Non-human meat is hard to come by around here, so you’ve stopped eating the stuff altogether. If you wanted it, Sukuna would make a servant get it for you, but you are content without it.

"You made the right call." He says. You always do.

He slips beside you, watching as you remove the intricate pins from your hair. You always loved your hair. Even at your darkest moment you took great care of it. It was a source of pride for you.

A wave of nausea rolls over you. Sweat beads in your hairline, rolling down your back, under the thin fabric of your—his—robe. You have little need for clothes. It doesn't get that cold here. Sukuna tears them off you anyway. Covering yourself up isn't necessary, but you do it out of modesty, and a sense of normalcy. You protest as he pulls at the fastenings of your robe, the flimsy fabric pooling at your feet. You have no plans on getting wet, you’d much rather go to bed. You’re tired, and you don't want to be bothered.

The tub is large enough to fit several of you. You guess it's fitting. The man is huge. He settles into the water behind you, pulling you to his chest. Try as you will, you’re not going to be able to struggle out of his grip. You’re too tired to put up much of a fight, though you do complain.

One of his sets of arms wraps around you, effectively trapping you in place. The other pulls a washcloth from the side of the tub, into the water with you. As much as you hate to admit it, the warm water feels nice against your sore muscles.

Sukuna is not a sentimental man. But with the way his hands trace across your skin, soft, lovingly, like he’s reading a book of braille, makes you think otherwise. He doesn't leer at the curves of your body like he normally does. His eyes scan across your body, looking for any sign of injury.

When he deems you clean enough, and your skin has turned a nice shade of pink from the hot water, he lets you go. You're the first to get out, drying yourself off. You never realized how cold the room was before.

He hauls you into his arms. You do little to protest, which worries him.

The King of Curses has no need for sleep. The bed mostly serves for asthetic purposes, though he's not opposed to fucking you across any flat surface, you seem to favor softer ones.

Much like the tub, his bed is large enough to fit several of you. You feel dwarfed by its size. The man is huge, he needs a bed to fit. You could sprawl out as wide as possible and never have any of your limbs hanging over the sides.

He follows you, silent.

He can't recall ever letting any of his pets share his bed before. Some have tried. Tried. He can't recall any of them surviving as long as you have, either. He finds himself irritated at the thought of anything bad ever happening to you.

He doesn't join you in bed.

He doesn't need sleep the same way humans do. He can, but if he were to decide not to, it would bring no harm to him. He used to never dream. It was something he did, back when he was human, but that time has long passed. But whenever he dreamed, he’d wake up next to you. Experiences like that made him realize just why humans like to sleep so much. Before he never woke up rested; he was never tired in the first place.

You shove the covers aside and crawl underneath. They smell like him. He snubs out the candle burning on the side table with his index finger and thumb. Though it's dark, there’s enough light in the room to make out his much-larger form.

You shiver, although sweat forms along your skin in a thin sheen. Sukuna knows it's not cold. He sits on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. The back of his hand presses to your forehead. You’re burning up.

You were warm before, but he thought it was because of the bath. He’s not really sure what to do. It's rare moments like these that he's forced to face your mortality. He knows you're fragile—compared to him—but he can't bear the thought of something bad happening to you.

One of his large hands moves to cup your cheek. It's just as warm as your forehead. The pad of his thumb runs across your cheekbone.

"Stay with me." You say. You stretch your arms out towards him, making grabbing motions with your hands.

You’re not one to beg. Even when faced with death, you look it straight in the eyes. Call it bravery, or lack of self preservation. He admired that about you. You ignored your mortality because it did not matter to you.

“What's the matter, pet?”

“I don't feel too good.” You say.

Though he doesn't say it, he can tell.

“I’ll get Uraume-”

“No,” your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him back towards your chest, “no. I’m okay.”

He settles down beside you in bed, on top of the covers. When he opens his arms, you go right into them. He makes sure to keep the blankets tucked around you. Sukuna runs warm naturally. You huddle close to him, trying to steal his warmth. Though your face feels abnormally warm, you shiver. His much larger body lays partially on top of yours, his head resting on your chest, ear pressed to your skin. He can hear your heartbeat. Steady, and alive. Something low in your chest rattles when you breathe.

He should get a servant to bring you water, or some tea. It occurs to him how little he knows about the mundane things humans do to make themselves feel better. Not that he ever needed to care. In all the years you’ve been by his side, he’s never seen anything like this happen. He can't decide, and instead calls for both. If you need medicine, he’ll get that too, but you don't seem to be at that point. Uraume knows more about humans than he does. He’s no doctor, but he’ll work. If he asks you, you’ll just say you’re fine.

He holds the cup up to you, beckoning you to drink. The glass is cold against your lips. Even as your hands wrap around it, he doesn't let it go. He sets the empty glass on the side table with a soft thunk.

His large hand smoothes over your head, brushing your hair out of your eyes. His nails feel nice against your scalp. Nothing about the man is soft, but when he’s left alone with you, moments like this are bound to happen. You allow yourself to be pet. The heat, combined with the weight of his body, threatens to lull you off to sleep. The ache in your joints keeps you from doing so.

When he kisses you, you taste like a curse.

[wormstacheangel]

When Dean finally rescued Cas from the empty, he expected a happy reunion. He envisioned a strong hug like the first time he had escaped. He expected a long-awaited kiss and repeated confessions that weren’t said with sorrow or heartache. He expected to find the same Cas that was taken, but that would have been too easy.

Cas was left awake, alone, and in complete darkness for months on end.

So when Dean went into the empty, ready to wake up the love of his life, he found Cas curled in on himself—staring blankly out into the void of nothingness. He whispered something so softly and quickly that Dean couldn’t pick up on the actual words, but it sounded familiar. Almost like he was humming a song.

Dean tried to get him to stand up on his own, but he quickly realized that Cas wasn’t even looking at him. His gaze was distant, seeing something Dean can’t even imagine. He then noticed the white film over his eyes dimmed the once bright blue.

His fingertips gently traced over the skin he had only dreamt of touching for months before he took a deep, shaky breath to steady himself. With that slight pause, Dean used whatever desperate strength he had and dragged Cas back to the portal.

Back home.

As they got closer, the light of the portal seemed to startle Cas, and he started to shove Dean away. Dean had to put Cas down so he could take his green jacket off and place it over Cas’s head to calm him before he slowly continued to walk through the portal and into the bunker’s library where Jack, Rowena, Eileen, and Sam were waiting for them.

When they walked through, Dean quickly shushed them as he fell to his knees with Cas still in his arms, hidden under the jacket, and covering his ears at the sudden loud voices surrounding them.

Dean looked around at his family, all sharing the same worried glances knowing they were on the same page. Cas’s welcome home party would be pushed back until further notice.

Cas didn’t cry. His expression didn’t change much at all. All Cas did was sit or lay on Dean’s bed with the lights off. All but the desk light. It was an old lightbulb, so the light wasn’t a bright white like the rest of the place. Instead, it illuminated a soft golden glow against the wall.

Cas squinted at it at first, blinking so inhumanly at it, until all Cas did was stare at it. Whenever Dean made any move to turn it off or even just get near the lamp, Cas made a little whine at the back of his throat.

Little noises were the most Dean can get out of Cas. At least it brought him a little relief. It meant Cas could see him at that moment.

Cas still did that rapid talking or singing whenever it was a little bit too quiet. It made Dean wonder if Cas knew he was out of the Empty. Especially during those times when he would stare right past him, unblinking with cold eyes.

It was only the end of the second week when Dean broke down.

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He didn’t mean to. He was trying so damn hard to keep it together, especially in front of Cas, but one night he just lost it. He can blame the lack of booze in his system, or as he wants, he can blame Sam, who came up to him about a stupid case. It pissed him off more than it should have. The fact that Sam even believed for a second that he would leave the bunker while Cas was like-well the way he was, just gave him enough of an excuse to raise his voice at someone.

Eileen had to step in and tell him to cool off.

Dean stormed off without a glance back and went to his room. He changed into his pajamas and climbed into bed beside Cas. He laid on his stomach as he wrapped one arm over the top of Cas’s waist, scooting close enough so that he could rest his head on Cas’s shoulder. He then opened his mouth to wish him goodnight just like every night, but something in Dean just broke.

He felt the pressure rise up his throat as he tried to hide his face into the familiar body beside him, but the sob still came.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry it took me so long to go get you. Fuck, Cas, please.” Dean took a shaky breath, sniffling as he reached to hold Cas’s hand closer to him. “We missed- I...I missed you. I missed you so much, Cas.” Dean brought Cas’s hand up to his lips and kissed the knuckles before letting the hand rest by his head. His eyes closed as he sighs, “I love you. So come back to me, okay?"

The only response Dean got was a squeeze of the hand, which was enough hope for the future, and more than Dean could have ever asked for at that moment.

As the days went on, Cas didn’t change. Literally and figuratively. He was still an angel, so there was no need for him to shower or brush his teeth, but Dean swore that Cas’s facial hair was growing, so he liked shaving him at least once a week. Cas seemed to like it by the humming noise he made.

They did learn a couple of things as the days went on.

One, peace and quiet are not what they strive for.

It only brought Cas anxiety, and his humming or singing became much louder and more desperate. They fixed that problem with a Bluetooth speaker constantly playing music in the background, a playlist Jack made mixed in with a playlist Jack helped Dean make. It made the humming stop, and Cas started to roll over in bed. He even sat back against the headboard with his eyes closed a few times.

A month after Cas got back, Dean's phone died in the middle of the night, and the silence must have gotten to him. He covered his ears while he started muttering to himself again. Dean woke up and pulled Cas to his chest while softly sing to him in his still half-asleep phase. He didn’t know why that was his first instinct, but he went along with it cause it started to calm Cas down. Then, Cas held him back for the first time—tucking his head right under Dean's jaw and relaxing.

Dean tried not to stiffen at the touch; if he were honest with himself, he would admit he was trying not to cry because he was busy singing. Busy, not wanting to disrupt this moment.

That night Dean sang all night long until Jack checked on them in the early hours and connected his phone.

Two, always have a light source on.

The lamp was the first one they had. Cas constantly wanted it on, but it bothered Dean all the time when he wanted to sleep. So they bought a cool starlight projector, Sam’s idea, that kept the light on the cement ceiling and not on Dean’s face. Cas seemed to enjoy it as he laid on his back, watching it all night, letting Dean curl up on his side as he slept through the night.

Three, never leave Cas alone.

Nobody wanted to leave Cas alone for more than a minute if they could help it. So they made plans to keep him company at all hours of the day. Of course, they weren’t crowding him. They all came in one by one, except for Dean, who would say, “This is my room. I get to come and go as I damn well please.”

Sam liked to sit by Cas's side and talk nerd like they usually would while cleaning his guns or doing research to help another hunter. He would even pause during the one-way conversation to give Cas some time to answer or try to imagine what Cas would say in that situation. Sam was always calm, wanting to keep it as normal as possible while Cas just stared at him, sometimes his eyebrows knitted together, and Dean had to excuse himself as he felt his chest tighten up.

Eileen sat by his side and watched shows she liked while she talked to Cas out loud and signed so he could hear her voice. Even then, she didn’t talk much. Instead, she let the laptop do the talking as she pets Cas’s hair while sitting on the chair by the bed.

Jack came in the most next to Dean. He liked reading to him or talking about how his skills as the new God have improved thanks to Amara.

"Dad, I hope you'll be proud of me." Jack once whispered to Cas, who was having a bad day, checking out more than usual as he stared off into the distance. Eyes wide and almost screaming.

It was almost the end of the second month when another big mile-stone happened.

Jack was lying in bed with Cas while Dean was at his desk, cleaning his guns obsessively again. Jack was reading him a book he bought during his recent trip to the bookstore with Eileen, it was a Star Wars story.

Jack was getting into the book as he read slower but louder during a big fight scene. He got so excited that he even jumped up and looked back at Cas, "Did you hear that, Dad? He won!"

Cas smiled back at him- a genuine smile- and Dean almost dropped the piece of metal in his hand while Jack froze, his shoulders tightening up while he scrunched up his lips as if trying to hold back his cry.

Instead, he quietly composed himself as he asked in a shaky voice, "You want me to read the rest?"

Cas only blinked at him, keeping the slight smile, and Jack took it as a yes. Jack sat beside him again with a big smile plastered on his face, wiping his eyes every other word, as he rested his head on Cas's shoulder to continue reading. Dean didn’t miss when Cas tilted his head down to rest his cheek on Jack’s hair.

He had to excuse himself again.

After that day, Cas slowly started to open up a little more.

Once Dean woke up with Cas out of bed. Dean was already in full panic mode, his shoes on the wrong feet and jacket inside out as he called out for Sam.

Then just as quick as the panic came, relief flooded him when he found Cas in the kitchen trying to make coffee. He turned towards Dean and gave him the smallest of smiles, but it filled Dean with such solace that he just dragged himself to Cas’s space. Dean held his arms open to press Cas into him, and without a second thought, Cas fell right into him as if it was an everyday normal occurrence.

That was the start of Cas now being up and around the bunker. It was like when a baby starts crawling, everyone keeping tabs on the baby’s first steps, except this baby was an eon old celestial being.

The library, Dean’s room, the Dean-cave, and the kitchen were Cas’s favorite places just to sit. He always had Dean’s headphones on, softly playing music, just in case it went quiet, and it took a while for him to be able to walk around without those.

It was the sixth month when Cas wished Dean a goodnight first and then added, “I love you, Dean.”

Dean fought the lump in his throat, but Cas instantly pulled him in, his arms wrapped securely around him. He had so much he wanted to say to Cas just to hear his voice again, anything to listen to his voice again, but instead, he kisses Cas’s chest before saying, “I love you, too.”

Days came and went. Sometimes it seemed like Cas was getting better as he talked a little more, but then those days would come when he would just stare off into the stars on their ceiling. Not moving an inch or bothering to fake breath like he liked. Those days the music was a little louder, and Cas held on to Dean a little tighter.

“I don’t want to go back. Please,” Cas pleaded as he stared wide-eyed at the darkness in the corner of their room. As if he was having a nightmare with his eyes wide open. “Please don’t make me…I-I don’t want to be in the dark again!”

Dean took Cas’s face in between his hands to hold his gaze. Only talking when he knew Cas was seeing him. “It’s okay, Cas. I got you. Nobody’s taking you away from me ever again.”

“Promise?” Dean felt Cas’s grip at his shoulder, holding him with desperation.

“Promise.”

That’s how Cas became human.

The nightmares have him waking up screaming some days, but at least Cas knew he was safe from the Empty’s clutches.

He was going to live his human life being loved and taken care of, and Dean was happy to say he felt Cas was doing the same for him.

[widow-maximov]

I'll be your knight

Pairing: Natasha x Fem Reader

Warning: Language, fluff, angst, smut.

Summary: Dealing with sexism is a real struggle but eventually a line is crossed and anger is unleashed.

A/n: This is my first time writing smut so hopefully it's good enough :3

Word count: 3.5k

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Being an Avenger isn't easy, especially for any women that join the life style of a hero. You had to put up with sexist comments all the time, most of the time it didn't really bother you but the more you heard random men talking about your best friend like she was some toy, the more it annoyed you.

The comments towards you stopped when you were recruited by Tony Stark, there was some level respect for you and you kind of liked it.

You had some issues with opening up to the team but when Wanda, showed you they are harmless, you slowly opened up more and more as you knew that they were going to be your new family from now on.

Everyone on the team warned you about the one particular redhead but you didn't listen, you wanted to be her friend, she looked scary but is an actual softie, but only around you.

It took time for the Russian to even greet you when she saw you but for you it was worth it, you respected her and always been there for her when she had no one to turn to.

She warmed up to you as she saw the security you were offering her, and you never backed down from your offer, she wasn't keen on your presence but had to learn to accept it.

Even if she didn't trust you fully, that was okay. You trusted her with everything because you knew she was a human just like you and no doubt needed someone to lean on.

⸻⸻⋙☸Flashback☸⋘⸻⸻

You walked around, exploring the place that now it was your new home, you never saw anything more fancy than this place, the room you were staying in was more than enough for 4 people.

Your own tv along with your own big walk in closet and your own bathroom, literally a five star hotel, you didn't complain at all, you were just shocked at how spacious this all was.

Each room was bigger than the other and it was starting to get all confusing, when you left the room, you would get mixed up with the way you walked in.

You loved it but at the same time you hated it, you accidently bumped into the Russian, she looked sweaty in her work out clothes and you stared at her with awkwardness.

She eyed you and cleared her throat, attempting to walk past you and continue where she was going but you stopped her "I'm sorry to disturb you but I just want to know where I can find the gym"

You rubbed your neck awkwardly "I- um- I tried searching everywhere but I'm lost"

Usually when people stutter around Natasha, it meant they were obviously attracted to her but with how you stood and looked away from her just showed her that you were afraid of her.

She didn't smile or anything "Walk straight until you reach the end of the hall and turn left"

You looked at her but she was already on her way so you shouted "Thank you!"

You made your way with her instructions of where to go, she knew how to hide her emotions but it was totally shocking for you how she never had a smile across her lips.

This was your first real conversation, not the hello's or goodbye's. It was a proper conversation, well kind of a proper but it was a start and that's what made you happy.

Second encounter with the redhead was a lot better, the two of you actually had a normal conversation in the morning, you were barely awake so coffee was your way of helping with that.

Walking into the kitchen, not really expecting anyone up early this morning, but the sight of the yawning Russian met your eyes, you smiled at her the best you could as you turned to make yourself a coffee.

"You know there is a coffee maker here?" Her naturally raspy voice spoke which caused you to look at her.

"Yeah I seen it but I have no idea how to use it" You confessed, you weren't embarrassed, you just weren't that fancy to ever own one or even be around one.

She turned around without a word and pulled out a cup, placing it underneath the little nozzle and within seconds the coffee poured out, she took the cup and placed it down as she slid it towards you.

You looked at her and then back at the coffee "Thank you Natasha"

She nodded as she sipped on her own drink "Since you are the only person who is up right now, you mind taking a look at this report, I'm not really sure what it means"

You was taken back, she was asking you for help? Shouldn't she know all of the reports like the back of her hand? She noticed your silence "Or you don't have to, I'll probably figure-"

"No, no I have nothing to do today so I don't mind helping" You smiled and took the coffee with you as you followed her into the room where she had a loads of reports laid out.

You looked at all of them "You know you can work on two reports at a time?"

She nodded "I know but the more I do within a certain time, the less I have later on"

You nodded as you sipped your warm coffee, it was very different to what you were used to, but this was definitely easier to get used to. It was the first time Natasha spent more than 2 minutes with you and you were more than happy to accept that.

So from that time, the two of you worked every morning with each other on reports, you learnt so much from her and in some way she learnt more about you rather than from you, she was impressed by your calmness with her constant questions.

To be fair you wanted to open up to the Russian, she had that safety vibe coming of her and you knew that she would never betray you or your trust that you put in her.

The mornings spent on reports also turned into evenings and soon there was movies every other day, she loved horror movies but you on the other hand loved action movies, there was plenty of action as a hero of the world but it never was enough.

She started to show herself around you more often and you really liked how you could make her laugh with simply couple words. She loved how close she gotten to you and how you trusted her with everything.

She had some doubt but you were always to reassure her, she was thankful for it each time, so in return she would ask you questions about yourself and you never hesitated for a moment to tell her.

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But the problem was that not everyone saw it like that, they saw her for her body but not for her heart which is one of many reasons to why she was slow at opening up.

It angered you that people didn't want to treat her like anyone else, just because she was gorgeous didn't automatically make her less of a human.

Today was one of those days where you were busy, like busy busy, overloaded with bunch of reports that needed to be sorted before the next day, so you spent your whole day in you room, you glared at the clock on the wall.

You was doing this for 6 hours straight, no breaks so you decided to just do that. You stood up and stretched out, walking out of your room without anyone around, it did ignite curiosity in you so you walked around cautiously to see what was the deal.

Three of your teammates with two random agents were placed on the couch in the living room, trapping Natasha in between them, from her body language she didn't want to be there.

Bruce and Bucky along with Steve seem to laugh at the agents jokes, you moved closer to the door as you listened to what they were saying.

"Come on Natasha, you should do that power pose and show off that body" One of the agents spoke up as they eyed the Russian.

The other agent tried to move closer to her but hesitated, knowing she could easily tackle him "You can't let that body go to waste"

The anger was raising as words spilled out of their mouths, why didn't Steve stop them? Did he really think that as well?

"I was near to tapping that ass but you know women" Bruce made a comment as he laughed along with the agents.

"If she dyed her hair blonde, the amount of jokes we could make then" Bucky smirked as he spoke loudly.

Natasha was just taking in all of the comments, you could see across her face that she didn't enjoy it at all, so she stood up and what they did next made you finally act.

They all looked at her ass and whistled "Romanoff, you should dance for us, show off those curves"

"I am a little hungry as well, you might as well move that pretty ass of yours and make us something to eat" One of the agents spoke up as he laughed.

You walked in as you raised your brows at the 5 men sitting and eyeing Natasha as a piece of meat, you pulled her into you causing her to jump a little but relax when she realised it was you.

They all looked at you and the other agent smirked "Are yous going to put on a lesbian show for us?"

Now you wasn't just unimpressed but also pissed, you pulled yourself away from the Russian as you stepped forwards in front of Natasha "Listen here you little dick, If I hear that you even looked at Natasha in any way, I will fucking haunt you and make sure you don't live to see tomorrow"

His friend was terrified, he gulped when you looked at him "As for you, I want you to go and make her a fucking five star meal and if it's not good, I swear to god you'll regret being born"

He shook his head so fast as he stood up but you stopped him with your powers "You want a show? I will fucking give you a show"

You gripped his face, squishing his cheeks very firmly, your hand started to glow blue as you made him hallucinate that he was in pain, from the fact that he couldn't move and he felt as if his skin was being peel off he only could scream.

You looked at the 4 men who looked very terrified of you, your eyes had flames and you wasn't going to go easy, on neither of them "If any of you ever comment anything sexist or inappropriate about any woman, including Natasha. I will make your life a living hell"

"Do yous understand?"

They shook their heads and scattered away from you as fast as they could, you let go of the dude in front of you, he looked weak but he gotten up so fast that you could swear he had powers as well.

You turned towards Natasha, worried "Are you okay? Did they touch you?"

You looked her up and down as you made your way towards her, she shook her head with a small smile. You pulled her into a hug as a single tear slid down Natasha's face.

You pulled away as you wiped that tear off with your thumb "Why didn't you act Nat?"

"What's the point? It wont stop them from saying what they want Y/n/n"

The pain in your heart was strong at the words, how could any woman not be scared of what could happen if they do protest against men.

You cupped her face as you looked into her eyes "Natasha Romanoff, I promise you that I will protect you from their filthy mouths"

She smiled, this time it met her eyes which caused you to smile. You crushed on Natasha for a long time and promised yourself that when the time was right you would tell her but each time it was harder to do so.

Her and Bruce at the time were something but when she decided to break it off, you were there for her you told her she didn't need to tell you the reason to why she decided that but reassured her that it was probably a good reason to do so.

Now you are holding her face as her eyes are locked with yours, you could feel those butterflies in your stomach raise up "I will be your knight in casual clothes because armour isn't my style"

She laughed with her whole heart, causing you to laugh as well "Gosh I love you.."

You froze at her words, and so did she, her eyes widen at her words but she knew there was no way out of this so she pulled her sleeve and started to fidget with it.

Your hands were on her face but dropped at those words, you stood still trying to understand what just happened, she continued as she looked down "I hope that's okay but I love you Y/n"

You couldn't believe your ears, the woman who always had trouble opening up, right now was vulnerable with her whole heart to you and you was stuck, frozen as you stared at her.

"I never had anyone stand up for me the way to did today, I started to realise that I had feelings that one day when you were near to death on that mission" She was still fidgeting with her sleeve.

"It's okay if you don't feel the same way but you just needed to know.." She confessed, she was standing in front of you holding her heart out in her hands, offering you to take it.

You smiled whole heartily as you looked into her eyes when you pulled her face by her chin "It's more than okay Tasha"

Your hands dropped to her hips as you pulled her in closer to you "Because I love you too"

That look in her eyes, you could see that she had those butterflies too, her eyes locked with yours, she tilted her head slightly to the side and crashed her lips against yours.

Her hands were placed on the back of your neck pulling you deeper into her kiss, you slowly backed her into the wall and when her back hit the wall, she gasped which you used the opportunity to slide your tongue inside her mouth.

The kiss became heated real quick, forgetting that the two of you were still in the public place, only when someone cleared their throat, make the two of you look where the sound came from.

Natasha hid her face in the crook of your neck as she quietly laughed at how awkward that is, you pulled yourself away from her as you looked in the direction of Tony, who looked at you with pure disgust.

"As if you never done this, but sorry you had to witness..." You rolled your eyes at him at first but looked over at Natasha who was still leaning on the wall "This"

She smiled as she intertwined her hand with yours and tugged it to pull you out of the living room, the two of you made it to her room but it wasn't long before you reclaimed her lips with your own.

This time it was a little bit more gentle, you backed her up to the bed as the back of her leg hit the bed frame, before you pushed her back and claimed on top of her.

The only light was the moonlight that was shining through the blinds, you kissed her passionately and redirected your kisses down to her neck, she moved her face to the side giving you more access to her neck.

You left marks as you slightly stank your teeth in but sucked the spot right after, earning a few small moans from the redhead beneath you, she was slowly turning into a mess but she managed to slightly pull you away.

"Don't you have a lot of work?" She asked a little worried but lust was more visible.

"It can wait" You declared as you looked into her eyes "Are you sure you want this?"

She smiled at you being caring and asking for consent "I want this детка (baby)"

You smirked as you placed a soft kiss on her lips and returned to her neck, giving it a couple more kisses and slowly moving down, the only thing that stopped you was the material of her clothes.

She slightly lifted herself off as you pulled her shirt off, exposing her upper body, you looked at her in admiration, her eyes had slight doubt across them but you were quick to reassure her.

"You are beautiful Tasha" You meant every word that came out of your mouth.

There was a blush across her cheeks as she smiled at you, your hand reached for the back of her bra as you unhooked it and pulled it off her.

You took couple of seconds to admire the view before attaching your mouth to her nipple, she bit her bottom lip to prevent her from moaning.

Your free hand glued itself to the other breast, giving it the same amount of attention as your mouth did, you moved your lips to her ear as your hand kept playing with her now hard nipple.

"I want to hear you Natty" You whispered into her ear and with that Natasha moaned into your ear causing a small smirk to settle on your lips.

You continued to kiss down her body until you reached the bottom of her stomach, you looked up at her to see if she was okay, she nodded to give you the confirmation.

You pulled her shorts off along with her underwear, exposing the bottom half of her body, you could smell her arousal which only fuel you on.

You teased her as you kissed her inner thigh, leaving marks there as well, you would from time to time lock eyes with her. You moved closer to her pussy, teasing her with your tongue causing some frustrated moans to escape her mouth.

Her hips would buck as you would teasingly lick her wet folds, she looked down at you as her eyes were consumed with lust "Please Y/n! Just fuck me already"

That's all you needed to hear before you attached your mouth to her dripping pussy, giving her clit the attention first as the more louder moans escaped her mouth.

You gripped her with your hands as your tongue worked it's magic against her hard clit, she was gripping the bed sheets as moans were spilling out of her lips, not caring if anyone heard.

You moved one of your hands as you slipped one of your fingers inside her and without letting her adjust you started to thrust into her, the feeling of pleasure was building up quickly in the bottom of her stomach with each thrust.

"Oh god" Those were the only words she managed to choke out, she was soaked which stoked up your own arousal along with her moans.

Her hips were quick to match your pace as you thrusted, bringing her closer and closer, you pushed the second finger inside and this time you curled the two fingers, hitting her spot all over again.

One of her hands gripped your arm as her nails dug into your skin, the other hand was still tightly gripping the bedsheet, her head was thrown back as you came up to her face.

Your pace of your fingers never slowing down but thrusting harder and fast "Let me show you how you should be treated instead darling.."

You kissed her lips as she moaned, you moved back down as you felt her walls tighten, knowing she was about to cum. You pushed your fingers even deeper into her, her breathing was heavy letting out low and loud moans.

You watched as the orgasm consumed Natasha with your name falling freely from her lips, you slowed down your thrusts to let her ride out her orgasm, holding her steady pulling your fingers out of her as you licked her clean, and moved back up to her lips.

Kissing her as she slightly moaned at the taste of herself into the kiss, you pulled away from her as she was still breathing heavily, staring into your eyes with a smile.

"Now it's your turn" She spoke in between breathes.

You shook your head "Not today darling, today's focus is you.."

You stripped yourself naked as you pressed your warm body against Natasha, glaring at the marks you left and holding her tight in your arms as she slowly calmed down from her high.

You were sure in this moment that you wanted to hear her moan your name till the rest of your life, it was the music to your ears and you didn't want it any other way.

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Oh Baby

Summary:  Bucky/Reader with these two headcanons from the list you made; 'He finds out you're pregnant when you’re bent over the toilet vomiting' and 'You hadn’t ever talked about kids so you both decide to have a long conversation about it'

”Y/N, you alright?” Steve frowns tapping on the bathroom door.

“Fine just stepping out of the shower.” You can almost hear the embarrassment  when he steps back. You wipe your mouth and grimace, flushing the toilet trying not to look at the vomit as it swirls down the drain.

“Are you vomiting again?” You narrow your eyes and Steve grins a little tapping his ear.

“Super soldier hearing I’m guessing.”

“Well yes, but your hair is dry, so you weren’t showering, plus you have a little.” He gestures to the corner of his mouth and you wipe it with a tissue. He also grins waving the pregnancy test you’d taken earlier in the morning in front of you.

“Don’t tell Bucky.”

“I told him you have the flu.”

“Steve! Now he’s going to come running back here and you said the mission was important!”

“Mhm, it’s the last mission he’ll be going on for; what a year or so?”

“Okay now you’re just fucking with me, there’s no way you could have known before you snuck in and- the fucking post mission health check.”

“Yep, as team leader I go over all of them, since it was only a month ago it did show up. Did you not suspect I knew when I refused to let you go on that press release for the mission?”

“I was a little busy!” You gesture back to the bathroom and your stomach flips at the sudden movement.

”Y/N! I got home early; Steve said… oh baby.” You’d laugh at his pet name if you weren’t vomiting.

“Come here doll.” His fingers brush the back of your neck trying to sweep some of your hair away from the toilet.

“I’m fine, stop fussing.” You grumble sleepily as Bucky tucks you under yet another blanket.

“You’re acting like I’m a dying child and you’re my mom.”

“Well I love you, and I haven’t seen you in almost a whole week.”

“I’m going to sweat to death under here Bucky, this is way too many blankets.”

“Well you; you don’t have a fever.” He frowns a little fingers playing with your hair, he leans forward and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“God you’re such a dad, just get the thermometer from the cabinet.” You laugh when he rolls his eyes.

“Forgive me for being romantic.” He calls back and you frown when you can’t hear him looking for the thermometer.

“Is this, uh, correct.” He holds it up and you’re about to nod.

“I; fucking god dammit..” You actually look at what he’s holding, the positive pregnancy test that you’d assumed Steve had thrown out.

“Listen I know we haven’t talked about kids, or a family or anything really beyond..”

“Yeah we haven’t. I don’t really think a family is safe for me. I mean there’s a massive number of people who want me dead, and you’re already at risk, being an avenger, and adding on having a tiny person who depends on us and-”

“It’s alright, I get it, I should just get rid of-”

“Hey Y/N, hey baby, no come here, come here.” You didn’t realize you were even tearing up but Bucky’s hand caressing your cheek calms you down enough.

“Y/N, there is nothing more I want in life than to have a family with you.”

“But?” You offer for him and he blinks at you, before coughing a little.

“But, we should probably get married first, but I know you probably don’t want all your wedding photos with you pregnant, and we’d have to tell your family and your parents will be pissed at me for not marrying you like years ago and god my ma warned me this could happen.” You can’t help but stifle a laugh at his distraught expression.

“What?” he pouts a little and you can’t help but smile pressing your forehead against his.

“I’m relieved all you’re worried about is us getting married.”

“Should I be worried about something else?”

“How we’re telling the team.”

“Oh god no, you can handle that!” He playfully hides his face in your hair before kissing you.

“Are you sure you’re okay with having a family?”

“Are you sure you want to marry me?”

“That’s the dumbest question ever, of course I want to marry you!”

“You sure?” He’s distracted, you nod wondering if he’s texting Steve the news. Instead you peer over his shoulder coming face to face with a ring nestled in a velvet box.

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I know requests are closed so this isn’t a request I just had an idea based off an ask you got about hawks and the Todoroki clan. What if the reader escaped from yandere Todoroki clan (Dabi scared the reader/took it too far with the threats, or because endeavor and the brothers had a fight and the reader got scared)and they ran into hawks, crying and panicked thinking that he would help. But hawks recognizes them from the pictures in endeavors desk and offers them a lift to somewhere safe. Only for hawks to fly the reader back to the Todoroki estate where the whole family is waiting for them.

The reader feels hurt and betrayed and everyone is angry, but hawks being hawks tries to diffuse the situation by saying,”stop scaring the poor kid. They came to me scared out of their mind, but being the outstanding godfather that I am, I made sure to bring them back safely.” (Or something like that)

And endeavor just accepts that hawks claimed himself as the readers godfather, and tells the reader to get inside and to clean up.

So now hawks takes it upon himself to hang around the estate more to fulfill his “godfather” duties, spoiling the reader as much as he can.

Yandere Godfather Hawks x Todoroki clan reader

I was going to write boyfriend Hawks, instead of Godfather Hawks but this was just too good. I kinda thought that the age gap between Hawks and reader would be too much so maybe Godfather would be a better role for him, but the chaos that would follow if they find him dating reader would be just *chef's kiss*. I think I just might write bf Hawks too. Let me know what you guys think.

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Yandere Hawks:

You didn't know how long you had been running for. You didn't know how far you had gotten away from their house. You didn't even know where you were going, to be honest. But you did know that you had to get away from there as far as you could.

Sure, you only had a few hours headstart. But for them, the most powerful family in Japan, this wasn’t enough time for you. 

You had planned your escape with their schedule in mind.

Enji would come home from his office at 9pm; he used to return at 11, but ever since you were kidnapped adopted by them, he tries to come home early.

Natsuo had already visited you during the day. He habitually comes after his shift at the hospital. Once he would check you over for any injuries and be satisfied with your overall health, he would join you, Rei and Fuyumi for a quick lunch before leaving.

Usually, you would spend the day with Rei, Fuyumi and Shotou, then Enji would come by the time dinner was served. And once everyone went to sleep, Dabi would come to visit you around 2 am. He would tap on your window and disturb you from your sleep, but its not like you have any engagements in the morning anyways. Once you would let him in, he would talk to you and maybe watch a movie too. If he's pissed, he might "accidentally" leave a burn mark on your arm (and you've tried asking your family for help, but they wouldn't do anything. Natsuo would just bandage you up, while Shotou would comfort you. Besides, you've learned not to snitch on Dabi because he would even get angrier than before.)

That was your routine ever since they had took you, almost 7 months ago. Well, they had actually adopted you an year ago, and everything was going well. But then you started noticing their odd behaviour. You thought they were just being protective of you at first, but as time went on, their obsessive tendencies and no regard for your personal boundaries started weirding you out.

Then one day, they just stopped letting you out of the house. No matter how much you cried, begged or fought, they just wouldn't let you go outside, telling that you its for your own good.

At first, they would use cuffs to keep you bound since you fought so much. But then you started behaving, and they slowly started trusting you more and stopped putting on the restraints.

What they didn't know was that you were just biding your time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to escape. Like today.

Shotou had to go to his friend's house to work on a school project, so he wasn't able to join you at lunch today and would be coming home late.

After lunch, once Natsuo had left, you asked Fuyumi if she could go to the mall and buy you some books. You had been complaining to her about your boredom for quite sometime now, so she agreed and left to go shop for you.

So that only left you with Rei in the house. And while she had a weaker quirk than the rest of the family, your quirkless self was no match for her either.

But she was easier to fool. You told Rei that you were going to take a nap in your room and to call you when dinner was ready. Rei nodded before going to the kitchen to start preparing for dinner.

You went to your room and opened the window to get out. It used to be bolted shut but after months of working on it slowly but stealthily, you had managed to pop it open. It was 6, and you were sure Fuyumi and Shotou would be coming home by 7, so without having anytime to pack, you ran.

It was stupid. You should've at least gotten your coat and shoes on, but there was no guarantee a chance like this would appear again, so you left without them.

You kind of regret it now, as you winced in pain at all the rocks and twigs pressing into your bare feet. You shivered in the cold, which didn't bother you at first because of the adrenaline pumping through your veins, but now as you slid against a dumpster in an alley to give a break to your legs, you wished Rei could've given you some proper clothes, instead of the light, pastel pink dress. In her defence, the house was centrally heated during winters so you didn't really need warm clothes inside the house. But now, looking at the dark clouds forming in the sky, you wished she could've at least given you a sweater.

It had soon started raining, and the wind had picked up as well. Shivering, you decided to stay put by the dumpster and wait until it stopped. It would be easier for them to find you if you ran now because the streets will be empty because of the rain. And its not like you could go to a police station either. How will you explain to them that the no.1 hero had kidnapped you?

Sighing, you closed your eyes. You just have to vanish from their eyes until they give up on you, or at least find someone else to replace you.

Hawks was flying home when it had begun raining. Tutting, he flew back to the ground to walk his way home. It was dangerous to fly during the rain; his feathers would get heavy and weigh him down.

As he was walking, whistling to himself, he heard someone whimper in the alley to his left. He walked in the dark alley, bracing himself for any sudden movements. The little whimpers came from near the dumpster. The alley had no light, so he couldn't see much. He walked closer to the source of whimpers and he could make out a silhouette of a shivering girl, who was completely drenched. Her eyes were closed so she hadn't noticed Hawks yet.

He took a step closer. "Hey. You okay?" As soon Hawks voice reached her ears, she snapped her eyes open and backed away from him. Hawks backed up a bit, raising his hands in surrender. "Its okay. I'm a hero." He said, calmly.

Once she seemed recognise him, or at least realise he wasn't dangerous, she relaxed a bit. "What are you doing in the rain?"he asked. She paused for a bit, before replying in a tiny voice,"none of your business." Hawks smiled. "It kinda is. Now you can either tell me, or I can take you to the cops and you can tell them. What's it gonna be?"

Your breath hitched at his question. If he takes you to the cops, Enji will surely find you, and the punishment that will be waiting for you...you didn't even want to think about it. "I'm just...running." you mumbled, hoping he would leave you alone. "From who?" When you didn't reply, he sighed. "Okay. Can you tell me why you're running?"

You thought for a bit. Would he believe if you told him the truth? You knew he was close friends with Enji and you heard from Enji that he was very loyal to him, so you doubted that he would believe you if you told him the no. 1 hero had been holding you hostage for 7 months. But maybe he could help you. If you just tell him that someone's after you, then maybe he could drop you off somewhere safe?

Gulping, you answered. "I- I was kidnapped. And they've probably noticed that I'm missing now and- and I need to hide before they can find me. I can't, I can't go back there-" your voice broke down as you slowly started crying.

Hawks's eyes widened as he heard you confess. He hugged you, rubbing your back soothingly. "Shh, its okay. I'm here now. Tell me who it is." You shook your head no. "Don’t be afraid. I'll keep you safe. Just tell me who-" "No!"you cut him off, realising that you would be putting his life in danger if you told him the truth. The Todorokis have done it before, with your old family and friends; you have no doubt that they will do it again.

Hawks was taken aback by your outburst. Who were you so afraid of? Was it a crazy ex? Or a family member? Maybe you had gotten in trouble with the wrong crowd? Whoever it was, fear was evident in your voice. He had to help you.

"Okay. I'm sorry. How about we get out of the rain? Maybe to a cafe, where we can get a coffee to warm ourselves up?" He asked you again, trying to look at your face in the dark. You shook your head again, before speaking. "Could you- could you just get me out of this city? Or at least as far away from here as possible?"

Who were you so scared of that you wanted to leave the city? He could investigate that later, but first he needed to get you out of the rain. 

He nodded. "Alright. It should stop raining anytime now, so I can't fly you out right now. How about we walk to my apartment and warm ourselves and then, I could take you anywhere you want?"

This was the best you were going to get. You know you need to leave the city right now, but he was your only chance of leaving. So you agreed. Hawks smiled at that. "Can you walk?"he asked you. You nodded, but as soon as you took a step, you yelped in pain, almost falling down. Thankfully, Hakws was near to catch you. He laughed. Noticing your chattering teeth, he gave you his jacket. "You're going to catch a cold." Once you had worn his big, warm jacket, he lifted you up into his arms and started walking out of the alley and towards his home.

As he got out of the alley, the street lights finally illuminated your face.

You looked familiar, like he'd seen you before, but he can't seem to remember where he saw you. His eyes scanned your face. Your brows were furrowed in worry, and you kept looking over his shoulder. You looked scared, almost like a child. Looking down, he noticed your pink dress was completely ruined. He moved his gaze to your feet. They were bleeding, due to the stones, twigs and broken glass that had pierced them. Your legs had tiny burns, some had faded, others looked still fresh.

Were you being abused? Is that why you're running? He wanted to ask you these questions but he knew he had to wait for you to open up.

"Thank you."your tiny voice brought him back to reality. Hawks gave his famous heroic smile. "No problem." You gave a tiny smile of your own. It was kind. "Why do you keep looking back?"he asked you. Your eyes widened slightly, looking like a kid who got caught stealing cookies. "Are you worried about them taking you away again?"he asked, not really sure who he was referring to. You started tearing up again. Your lips wobbled as you slowly nodded your head. He stopped walking, causing you to look up to him. "Its okay. I promise I'll never let anyone hurt you again. I promise." His voice held such sincerity, you started crying into his chest as you kept on thanking him.

Hawks meant every word. He's going to make sure nobody ever lays a finger on you. How could anyone harm such a sweet thing like you?

He rubbed your shoulder with one hand to calm you down. Once you had stopped crying, he spoke again. "Hey, look. It stopped raining." You looked up and he was right; the sky had cleared up. "Well, are you ready to fly?" You smiled slightly before nodding. He told you to hold on to him tightly, and you buried your face into his chest before he took off.

Once you guys were in the air, Hawks told you to open your eyes. You did and the view was breathtaking. Tall buildings and sky scrapers were all over the city, and tiny lights from cars and street lamps looked like stars. It looked like a scene from an anime. Really pretty.

"Wow."you finally said. Hawks chuckled at that. Your looked like you just saw Santa. So adorable.

"I'm glad you like it."he said, as he started flying towards his home. You smiled. "Hey! You never told me your name."he said, mocking fake surprise.

You giggled at that. "I'm Y/n."

And just like that, Hawks finally remembered where he had seen you.

A year ago Endeavour had asked him to find everything he can on this one particular girl. Hawks thought that maybe you were linked to some case, but your records were clean, so he thought that maybe Enji was just looking for someone for Shotou. Hawks thought it was weird when you suddenly disappeared from the public eye a month later. He tried to ask Enji about you but he would just brush him off, telling him he had mistook you for someone else. It was odd, but Hawks eventually let go of it.

Wait. Does that mean Enji had been hurting you? No, that can't be it. Enji had been working with him on a lot of missions abroad, and the burn marks on your legs were rather fresh. 

"Whats wrong?"your soft voice brought him out of his thoughts. "Hmm? Oh nothing. Why do you ask?"Hawks faked a smile. You stared at him. Something was off. "Nothing. Its just you were lost in your thoughts, I guess."

Hawks laughed at that. "You’re really observant, aren't you?" Deciding to test out his theory, he continued. "Well, you're right. I was thinking about a work colleague. You might've heard of him. Endeavour, hm?"

At the sound of his name, you stiffened, confirming his suspicion. You were connected to him somehow. Hawks didn't know how, but he was going to figure it out. "Um, y-yeah. He's the no.1 h- hero, right?"the fear in your voice had returned, although you were trying hard to hide it.

Hawks nodded. "Yeah!" He had to find out how you were linked to Enji. Suddenly, he turned around and started flying back where you guys had started.

"W-what are you doing? Why are we going back?"you asked him. He looked down at you and replied, "we need to get bandages for your wounds. Otherwise your feet will get infected." You nodded. "Oh. Okay." With that you closed your eyes to prevent them from drying against the wind.

After maybe half an hour or so, you opened your eyes to look where you guys were flying to. You looked down and to your horror, saw a familiar house coming up. You looked at Hawks and he seemed to know what you were thinking. "We're going down there."he nodded his head towards the Todoroki estate. Your eyes grew wide, and your body started trembling. "No! No! We- we can't! We can't go there!" You started shaking your head. "And why not?"Hawks stopped flying towards the estate, simply flapping his wings to remain in the air. You just shook your head. "We can't. I can't. Just drop me off somewhere else. I'll be fine on my own." Hawks wanted to know the real reason. He frowned. "Tell me the truth right now or I'll take you down there this instant."

You gulped, his eyes were showing that he wasn't bluffing. Your eyes started to glisten with unshed tears as you finally told him the truth. You told him everything; about how Enji had kidnapped you, how he got rid of your real family, how he and Rei had tried to keep you a secret from everyone, how their kids found out about you but instead of helping you out, became attached to you just like their parents, about how the famous villian Dabi was Enji's son and how he would sometimes burn you. By the time you were done, tears were flowing down your cheeks as Hawks tried to process what you had just confessed to him.

"Do you trust me?"he suddenly asked you. You looked at him confused. "What?" He repeated again. "Do you trust me?" Did you? Honestly, not that much, but he was the only one who was going to help you so you slowly nodded. "Yes?" Not really sure of it yourself but Hawks accepted the answer anyways. "Good." As soon as he said that, he started flying again, towards the house. You started thrashing in his arms again. "No! You said you wouldn't take me back here! You said you wouldn't!"you were full on sobbing against him, trying to wring yourself free from his vice grip, but Hawks was neither listening nor relenting his tight hold on you.

You looked down and that's when you saw them. Enji, Rei, all of them, were standing in the garden looking at you and Hawks. Even Dabi was there. Rei must've panicked and called everyone. And from the look on his- everyone's face, you could tell you were in deep trouble.

You thrashed in Hawks arms, begging him to fly away, but he didn't listen to you at all.

Once you reached the ground, you didn't pull your head out of Hawk's chest. You don't want to see their rage or the punishments they have planned for you.

"Hey, Endeavour!" Hawks broke the silence first. "Mrs Todoroki. Kids." He nodded towards them. "Hawks. Who do you have there?"Enji asked, pretending as if he doesn't know you. Hawks laughed. "You don't have to pretend! I know everything." At this, Dabi activated his quirk, ready to cremate him but was stopped by Shotou.

Thinking that this was some sort of blackmail, Enji asked, "What do you want? Money?"

Hawks smirked. "Nope! Look, I know you kidnapped her and all but you are providing her a good life, right?" He paused to look at them. Everyone nodded. He continued. "And you're just keeping her home to protect her from harm?" Again, everyone nodded. "But she still managed to escape you all even though she's quirkless and you all are not."

"Get to the fucking point."Dabi said impatiently.

Hawks sighed. "Clearly, you need all the help you can get. You need me. I can help you help her keep safe and healthy!" He paused, before his eyes lit up. "I can't have my goddaughter getting hurt again." Everyone looked at him weirdly. Goddaughter?

"How about you hand her over and you'll still be able to fly." Dabi threatened, blue flames engulfing his hands. Hawks laughed again. He was right. It wasn't Enji who giving you those nasty burns, it was Dabi. "If something happens to me, I have enough evidence gathered against you" he pointed to Dabi, "and then cops will get involved and maybe take away Y/n away."

The threat of someone taking you away from them, made their heart drop. Rei, who had been previously sobbing, put a hand on Dabi's shoulder, telling him to calm down.

Hawks grinned at Enji, raising his eyebrows. "So what will it be, Endeavour?"

Enji understood the ultimatum Hawks was giving him. Either let him in the family or risk losing you to the authorities. And he knew Hawks wasn't one to make empty threats.

Enji's eyes snapped to you. You were trying to bury yourself into Hawks chest, trying to hide from them. He wasn't that mad at you for running, more worried if anything. Had his family really spooked you that much? He'll have to worry about that later. First he needs to get you back into his and Rei's arms.

Enji sighed, before nodding. "Fine. We'll do it your way."

Hawks beamed at that. "Great!" He was glad that Enji had accepted. "Now, you need to take Y/n in before she catches a cold; although I'm certain she already has. Oh and tend to her bloody feet too! Poor thing was just running around barefoot." He chuckled. Shotou moved forward to take you from Hawks but you clung tightly to Hawks shoulders.

"Please. Please. Just take me out of here. Please." You whispered to him, fresh tears pricking your eyes now.

You looked so scared. Your eyes were saucer wide, nose red from cold and cheeks flush. Fear. That was were you emitting. But the longer he looked at your face, he found something else too. Hope. Innocence. Naivety. And while fear was the predominant emotion, the latter were the ones that he wanted to protect. "Hawks." Enji's voice broke him out from his trance. Hawks smiled. Addressing you, he started rubbing soothing circles to your back. "Hey. Hey. Its okay, princess." You kept on crying, your eyes begging him to whisk you away anywhere but here. You looked so much like him when he was little. So afraid. "Listen, do you remember what I promised you?" You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. You're so endearing. "I promised you that I'll never let anyone hurt you again, didn't I?" You nodded slowly. "I intent on keep that promise, dove. Infact I'll talk to your dad tonight! But you need to go in and take warm bath. I don't want you getting sick, okay?"

You had seemed to calm down as you slowly nodded and let him hand you over to Shotou, who quickly ushered you in, with Natsuo, Rei and Fuyumi quickly following behind, leaving Hawks with Dabi and Enji.

"Lets go to your office, Endeavour! I have to go over some details as Y/n's new godfather." Enji nodded and went inside to go to his home office. Hawks was about to follow but was stopped by Dabi. "What game are you playing, you freak?" 

Hawks chuckled, before swiftly pulling out a very sharp feather and pressing it against Dabi's jugular. "I'm just here to make sure that no one hurts Y/n again. And if I see another scorch mark on her, I'll find you and carve your skin into ribbons."

I will be accepting requests and asks for godfather hawks and Todoroki clan!

Oh and don't worry, I'm working on part 2 of rei hurting the reader. It'll be done soon! :)

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Hi! What is your very specific Twilight AU?

okay, so. New Moon.

party disaster, dumping her and dipping, all happens normally.

but THEN. Bella finds out she’s pregnant.

(and I know you’re thinking- pre-marital sex?!?! Edward would NEVER! but listen. I am the author now. I’ve been around Christians my whole life. shut up!)

so anyway after a million pregnancy tests and a lot of googling about vampire baby legends, Bella’s like...well this is probably gonna be a situation,

Nessie doesn’t have an insane growth rate here because I hate that, so she has a normal amount of time to prepare, and she’s very...aware that the birth is gonna be Rough at best. So she goes to Jacob

who is NOT a wolf yet but Is aware of the pack and the treaty, and they are closer friends already, and she’s like ‘hey. paranormal emergency. you’re the only person in this town who enables me. help.’

 and Jacob’s like I’m Fucking Fifteen and goes and gets Leah, since she’s technically an adult and a girl

(ms. meyer How did you make one of leah’s only 3 character traits ‘upset she’s infertile’ and then not have her support bella’s choices in breaking dawn please make it make sense)

 so they start brainstorming solutions and the best they can work with is. Bella’s gotta ride out the pregnancy in hiding. they have no way of knowing whether she can survive the pregnancy and the only clue they have about whether the baby will be a monster or not is from google searches, but they also can’t exactly take her to an obgyn when her uterus feels like it’s calcified and her ribs are getting broken and she seems to be craving blood

So, Leah’s got her own little place. Bella moves in there, telling Charlie she wants to move back in with Renee (she knows her parents would never willingly call each other so as long as she keeps up communicating with both of them they should be none the wiser of her growing a little dracula in Leah Clearwater’s basement).

Leah has already defected from the wolf pack at this point (because...the Cullen’s left and she didn’t really like any of the guys anyway lmao) so they don’t run the risk of them hearing her thoughts while she’s in wolf form. She goes out and hunts animals, brings them back and her and Jake drain the blood from them so Bella can drink it. All three of them find this extremely disgusting obviously but Jake’s loyal and a little bit lovestruck, Leah’s a supportive friend and queen, and Bella’s just trying to keep her and her baby alive, and none of them feel like trying to rob a blood bank

Bella is 100% certain the baby will just be a baby who happens to like blood, like she was in bd, but the tentative plan is that if a crazy soulless monster comes out of her Leah will...handle that...

Which neither are thrilled about, so Bella’s just trying to focus on staying positive. And between that, trying to survive and stay hidden, Bella doesn’t really have time to...Check Out the way she did in new moon. Like, she’s absolutely still depressed, and she’s still getting an occasional Edward hallucination because carrying a vampire baby counts as reckless in many books, but she’s just more...resigned and pissed than anything. She’ll have days like the ‘possibilities’ scene, but more often than not she’s just telling the Edward hallucination to go fuck himself when he’s begging her to find the real him so they can have Carlisle deal with the pregnancy 

at some point, Seth gets roped into the whole mess (he’s prone to just breaking into his sister’s house) but since he’s like, 13 and The Best Baby Boy he’s immediately supportive. He didn’t even fucking know about the wolves and the vampires until he walked in on a six months pregnant Bella drinking blood while his sister and Jacob are hacking away at a dead deer, but he’s like...you know when you were 13 and sneaking around about Anything made you feel like the coolest person alive? point is he’s helpful

AND he can get away with spending a lot of time at Leah’s house without anyone finding it weird, unlike Jacob, so he starts spending most of his free time there keeping Bella company and brightening her day up

HE is the one who enables her when she comes up with the name Renesmee lmao

(just because she hates Edward doesn’t mean Esme ever did anything wrong!)

“bella I’ll throw you out of this house if you don’t come up with a real name” “leah she’s white you can’t just disrespect her culture like this omg”

anyway these four become the DORKIEST and WEIRDEST little family it’s cute

so then. labor.

it’s less...graphic than in bd because Bella hasn’t been actively dying the whole pregnancy and she doesn’t snap her spine in half, but it’s still. bad.

she essentially delivers a rock that Nessie then begins chewing her way out of. she’s actively bleeding out. Jacob’s having a panic attack. Leah made Seth watch so he would never have unprotected sex and the scare tactic is working. Leah’s covered in Bella’s blood which is not great considering she’s Holding A Rock That A Vampire Is Emerging From

Leah’s been taking classes and researching deliveries so she needs to stitch Bella up and see what else is wrong but Seth is rocking back and forth on the floor crying and Jacob’s screaming and pacing too fast to grab so she’s like. Bella babe I know you’re dying but you need to hold this thing for me ksjdfllksf

so while she’s handling That, Bella’s got this weird little rock in her arms and is watching the baby slowly fight it’s way out like this is a very fucked up egg or something and she’s just. overwhelmed. maybe it’s the blood loss but she’s looking at the messy, scrunchy little face and she’s already in love and envisioning their lives together.

and then, you know, the baby bites her,

she has just enough time to think ‘how did we not think to prepare for that’ before she can feel the venom coursing through her. it’s just as bad as she remembers from James’ bite but somehow...easier to tolerate. she blacks out pretty quickly

the other 3 notice and are like : 👁👄👁

Jacob...literally explodes into a wolf On Spot

Seth darts out the fucking door he’s seen enough for one day

Leah, sole holder of the braincell, realizes Nessie just bit and isn’t drinking from Bella, and deduces this is like...a survival instinct or something. the baby instinctively changes it’s mother first thing. weirdly...touching? 

So she gets the baby and checks that everything is physically okay with Bella (apart from you know. changing species) and is like...guess this is an issue for 3 days from now Leah

more immediate pressing issues: screaming new born baby and oh, yeah, the giant red wolf in the basement,

“Jacob I know this is disorienting but if you break anything in my house I’ll fucking kill you”

she really just leaves the poor boy to go get the baby cleaned up and warm up some of the frozen blood they’ve got in her fridge (RUINING HER TUPPERWARE, BELLA)

she’s not worried about the wolf pack mind meld yet because she knows Sam took the guys on a mission way farther up the coast for a few days and they’ll be too far away to hear Jake. hopefully, by the time they get back, Bella will be awake and they’ll have made an escape plan by then

and as she’s bottle feeding blood to the baby she’s thrilled that it seems to be like...relatively normal and not s horrific monster or anything. mission: unwillingly murder my best friend’s baby has been successfully canceled 

“Oh Goddamn it....Renesmee DOES fit you...”

Seth, from where he’s cowering behind the couch: “told you”

so, Jake eventually calms down, they spend the next few days cooing over Nessie and brainstorming how to handle Bella when she wakes up a vampire, and also nicknaming Nessie ‘Nessie’ because they know Bella will find that intolerable and they feel she deserves karmic punishment for stressing them out so much lmao

so, three days are up. Seth’s upstairs putting on a way-too-elaborate puppet show for the baby with not a care in the world. Leah and Jake are in the basement because they know Bella probably won’t want their wolf blood and their ready to phase in case she gets a little aggressive

but she just wakes up and is like. hey! how’s it going? where’s my baby?

sjdhfksdj they were expecting feral but Bella still has her super self-control. she didn’t even realize she’d changed into a vampire until they told her lmao

Bella’s a little too freaked out to try hunting yet so they give her some of the stored blood they’ve been feeding Ness and she’s like. good to go. Leah’s about to scream like have the elders been exaggerating this whole time or is Bella truly a freak??? lol

So, they spend a couple days just...relaxing, Bella and Renesmee bonding, they’re trying to come up with fun places Bella can move to with the baby so no one she knows finds out, and every now and then Leah and Jake go out and she tries to help him get the wolf thing under control

and then,,,,the pack get back from their mission early

and immediately are able to read Jacob’s mind

so they head over to Start Shit because there’s two bloodsuckers on their land but,

the pack not attacking because Jake imprinted on Renesmee? tired. the pack not attacking because Jake’s Alpha Genes have taken over and declared Nessie and Bella as part of his Pack and attacking would literally start a war? inspired

so they hash the whole thing out....ultimately Sam decides Bella is more of a victim than a threat, and since neither her or Nessie seem to be going on a bloodlust rampage any time soon...he decides to grant them immunity from the whole ‘kill the vampires’ rule. He’ll let her and her daughter stay in La Push as long as they agree to stick to animals and only hunt out of town. PLUS from what little Bella knows about the Volturi, she’s worried about them finding out about Nessie, so they’ll offer protection if that does happen, in exchange for her being able to help them with intel on any other vampire threats in the area (you know like. if a nomad is fucking stuff up in a nearby city, they’ll send her to talk to them first before deciding if they need to intervene. Sam has become acutely aware he has a lot of teens and kids in his pack, so he’s trying to keep them out of fights as much as possible)  

anyway that’s the story of Nessie gaining like 17 chaotic as hell ride or die uncles,

let’s fast forward a bit

it’s like 15 years later. Bella’s not living with Leah anymore, but she’s got a cute apartment in a nearby town, and owns and runs a bookstore on the first floor of it. she got her ged and did college online and teaches night classes at a community college. She’s still in contact with her parents, who Adore the life out of Nessie. She still helps the pack out and they’re all close. Nessie is a handful but in a fun and lovable way. They go on little weekend trips whenever they have time. Bella’s happy.

but then a. Situation. arises.

basically, the Volturi have been made aware of some unknown vampire chasing others out of the pacific northwest and conspiring with shapeshifters. and you know when Aro gets curious he tends to spin things dramatically. who’s to say this vampire isn’t conspiring against all vampires? against them? why has no one’s special talents worked on her? he simply must find out.

Bella and the Pack get word and decide their best course of action for now is to go on the run. they’re not gonna be able to take on a whole army but if they can bide some time and lay low they might be able to figure something out

except Bella is like....I have a teenage hybrid that the Volturi don’t know about yet...it would be EXTREMELY irresponsible to take her with me

but she can’t send Nessie to Charlie or Renee because they don’t know about her...dietary restrictions. She can’t stay with Billy or anyone else in La Push because the Volturi might trace the pack’s scent there and discover her. She’s panicking, they have to leave in a few days max and she can’t find a safe place for her daughter

and then she’s like.....fuck.

she had run into Jasper a couple of years ago- they have the same forgery guy and were heading to his building around the same time as a coincidence. She promised to forgive him for the party incident if he promised not to tell Edward he saw her and that she’s a vampire now. He agreed, but then told her Edward’s been living on his own for a while now and insisted on giving her his number...she never could bring herself to call it or delete it...but now...if she wants to be 100% Nessie is safe and protected...

fuck

So, the past 15 years have been fairly rough for Edward

he’s still convinced leaving in order to save Bella was the best course of action, but like...the vampires canonically mate for life. that’s his soulmate. he’s absolutely miserable without her. he’s thought about cracking and going to find her again but he always talks himself out of it, convinced she’d just tell him she hates him or something

so as stated in his patented Edward Cullen Self Loathing Guide, first thing to do is isolate yourself from all the lovebirds you usually live with. Sure, he keeps in contact, but...not well. he’s currently living alone and posing as a university student. He’s not even really sure what he’s supposed to be majoring in. He’s mostly been in a haze since he left Forks.

and one day....he gets a call from an unknown number. he ignores it, thinking it’s a spam call. but then it calls like 8 more times in a row and he figures answering might be a bit smarter than simply throwing it at the wall

And Edward...swears he came back to life and immediately had a heart attack the second he hears Bella’s voice

He feels breathless and disoriented the whole conversation, trying to figure out if his memory did her voice any justice, trying to rush out 15 years worth of apologies, trying to comprehend she’s actually speaking to him.

But Bella’s very blunt on the phone. She doesn’t want to let herself get emotional. She’s on a time limit, and she has to focus on getting her daughter to safety

And Edward swears he somehow misheard her the first ten or so times she told him. He had a daughter? that wasn’t possible

“she has the audacity to be your Evil Twin so I’m pretty sure it’s possible”

so she gives him a rundown. she needs to go into hiding, no I don’t need your help with that, gives him details about Nessie, what she’s like, what she likes to do, her diet, her favorite color, how annoyed she is by this whole situation, “Edward I know you don’t love me anymore, but I remember how protective you were, and that’s what I need Nessie to have right now. She needs you right now” and Edward wants so badly to refute Bella’s claim of lost love, to tell her he has absolutely no idea how to be a parent, but...her tone is aching so much he can barely speak. He can’t let Bella down again, and he can’t let this little girl he foolishly created and left down anymore than he already has, either.

So he agrees, she tells him to be at the airport in a few days, and hangs up. 

Edward loses about half a day staring at a wall in shock, before he jumps into preparations.

Bella told him while their daughter possessed some speed and strength, hunting was fairly dangerous for her. She was more delicate than his kind, and had a heartbeat. Reheated blood bags had been their best option, and she also needed human food as well. He also had to get a room ready for her- he wandered around stores for hours, reading young girls minds to see if there was any furniture or decorations that were universally liked- which was of course, fruitless, but he did manage to find a handful of things he was sure Bella would have liked at that age, and prayed for the best. He somehow got himself covered in purple paint that was a nightmare to get off. Bella had sent him some forged documents claiming Nessie was his younger sister he’d won custody of, and he got her enrolled in a nearby school. He lived every day leading up to her arrival staving off a panic attack.

it wasn’t until he was on the way to the airport that he realized he forgot to inform his family about this life update. they must’ve been on a hunting trip, because he got nothing but voicemails 

imagine being Carlisle and you come home to a voicemail from your son who’s banished himself from the family that’s just like ‘hi. you’re a grandfather now. I’m having a nervous breakdown and might crash my car. call me back at your earliest convenience I suppose” like what would you DO

 after he gets to the airport he starts panicking again, realizing Bella had never actually sent him a picture, worrying about how he’d find her, but then- he sees a tiny girl with untamed, dark red curls, features strikingly similar to his own that are pulled into the expression Bella always made when she was reading, absently chewing on her lip, and before she looks at him with her mother’s big brown eyes, he already knows who he’s looking at, and he’s certain if he was human his tear ducts would be having a fit right now

Renesmee, however, seems less willing to have an emotional meeting. She mumbles out a simple greeting before gathering up her bags and heading for the door, Edward rushing behind her to try and help

listen. the awkwardness of Charlie trying to connect with Bella. but 10000x worse because of Edward’s overthinking, self-deprecating ass and Nessie being like ‘ah yes the guy who broke my pregnant teenage mothers heart, fantastic’ lmao

the car ride is p a i n f u l. Edward’s trying so hard for light conversation and Nessie’s barely giving one word answers. Bella had warned her about the mind reading so she was carefully keeping her mind blocked, which Edward is trying very hard to be understanding about instead of annoyed, but By God does he want to know everything about her

when they get back to his place, she quietly thanks him for the room and then promptly locks him out of it lol. He spends the rest of the day just pacing back and forth until he realizes he should eventually feed her lmao

and that’s...kinda how the first couple weeks go. she only emerges from her room if he bribes her with food, she awkwardly tries to dodge his questions, he drives her to school and then begs her to tell him how it went when he picks her up, he spends his college classes distracted because he’s freaking out constantly about how to successfully bond with her. His favorite time of day now is night, because she can’t block her mind while she’s asleep, and even if her dreams are all nonsense they’re still...part of her that he gets to know.

His family keeps begging him to let them meet her, but he’s pushing back because if she’s this bad at adjusting to one new family member, how is she going to handle six more?

(meanwhile Alice and Rose started a group chat with her and are having a ball clowning Edward lmao)

wait ksjflksd I think this vine perfectly sums up the dynamic im envisioning  https://youtu.be/wQZIUHNORHg

anyway they....very slowly make some progress. much too slowly for Edward’s taste, but hey.

Like he finds out snacks she likes. or jewelry she likes. stuff like that and just...wordlessly leaves it around for her lmao. he thinks it’s like trying not to startle a deer, Nessie thinks it’s more like a cat trying to gift you a dead mouse, but either way it’s weirdly endearing.

He notices she always has a huffy little frown when he picks her up on Wednesdays. So instead of begging her for an ounce of information of her school life, he asks her one Wednesday morning if she’s excited for the day and she admits she has an elective class every Wednesday with a girl she doesn’t get along with.

He gets her school photos (and Weeps) and realizes apart from her room the home is fairly barren of decorations, so he buys a bunch of picture frames and hangs up the school shots, and some pictures of the Cullen’s over the years, and the few he has of Bella that he could never bear to part with. Other than catching her smiling at the prom picture of her parents, Nessie doesn’t say anything- but the next time he comes home from hunting, there’s a pile of pictures of her growing up on the table, and he starts weeping all over again as he hangs them up

(there’s one of her and Bella hugging and looking at the camera with identical grins and joy in their eyes, he can’t help but put that in his room. He hopes one day he’ll get to see a scene like that in person)

He starts trying to get her out of her room a little more- he still hasn’t managed to a get a ‘favorites’ list out of her, so he starts playing movies Bella loved, to see if any of them lure her out. some do, some don’t- he got halfway through a Lord of the Rings marathon, which was Torture in his opinion, but then Ness came out and quietly asked if he could restart it and suddenly they became his favorite movies ever.

Bella’s not able to contact her on a set schedule or anything because of her situation (and you can bet your ass Edward’s contacted every vampire he knows and ordered them to help her out if they come across her or the Volturi), and Edward realizes that’s probably taking a toll on the girl, so he starts telling her stories of her mother when he knew her in Forks. She’s particularly amused by the blood typing incident- the first time Edward hears Nessie properly laugh, he literally starts crying on the spot

could you imagine the sheer panic if she ever gets so much as a cold

And yes, she’s still pissed on Bella’s behalf, and yes, she specifically blasts 70s music because Bella told her he hates it one time, and yes, if he looks at her like he’s a kicked puppy one more time she might claw his eyes out, and yes, she refuses to introduce him to her friends from school because she Knows everyone will then start asking her about her ‘hot brother’ and she can’t live with that and also can’t live with him knowing that so she told him if he ever introduces himself to any of her friends she’ll set him on fire, and yes, she’s homesick 95% of the time but...he’s growing on her. like a mold, or something.

(okay, maybe when Seth tried to analyze why Mamma Mia is her favorite musical, he might have had a point. half a point. quarter of a point. shut up.)

And Edward’s still trying to not have a panic attack every time she’s out of his sight- he’s got Carlisle keeping tabs on the Volturi for him, and it’s not exactly hard for him to keep track of her through other people’s minds- but she’s so tiny and her heartbeat is Too Fast and what if she inherited her mother’s unlucky streak??

but they’re toeing the line of co-existing peacefully and Edward’s scared to push it past that

then he has to, because it turns out he sent her to one of Those Schools where the parents have to be involved in the school in some way or another and Nessie’s Annoyed

sdkjfsdkjf she keeps trying to get him to just sign up for like pta meetings or something and he’s like ‘I need you to understand you are the only person in this town I actually know or like I Cannot survive around fundraiser moms I can’t’ 

so she’s like ugh fine I’m in the drama club

listen.....Stage Parent Edward Cullen.......the power this holds...

that’s right this whole post was an elaborate ruse for me to make a musical theater headcanon again lmao

no okay but seriously he starts off just helping build sets and stuff like that but then midway through the year their music teacher gets fired and the schools like begging him to take over because they can’t find someone in enough time that’ll know the music for the show they’re doing and he’s like “I need you to understand Nessie will never talk to me again if I start actually working at her school” and they’re like “She also will never talk to you again if we have to cancel the big musical, though” and he’s like. fuck.

silent treatment for a week and a half

lmao so now he’s trying to juggle being an overly-enthusiastic stage parent who’s making costumes and sets and kinda crying backstage when he sees his daughter in her costume with also being the music director for the damn show and trying to teach a bunch of kids how to read sheet music 

one day he ended up in a coffee shop with the hair and makeup moms, gossiping about the cast’s love lives, and he literally doesn’t know how he got there

is it wrong to pass Nessie in class even though she’s putting all the wrong answers on the test but he Knows she knows the right answers and is only answering wrong to try and get a rise out of him

Bella sneaks into town to see the show- they thought it would push their luck if the pack came, but they sent an ungodly amount of flowers and candy. When she snuck into the house while Ness was sleeping she Was Not expecting to find Edward up to his elbows in sequins, trying to fix a bedazzler he accidentally broke in frustration, muttering under his breath about how if Nessie’s romantic opposite in the show doesn’t keep his thoughts clean he’s gonna kill him- and it just cracks her up. She WAS nervous about seeing Edward again but now she’s assured he’s still a dork lol

So Edward freaks when he sees her but they don’t wanna wake Ness up so they’re trying to be quiet but like. they’re going through it 

Like Bella Wants to be pissed at him but she can’t, she still loves him- and while she can’t just get over what he did to her, it’s also not lost on her that ‘leaving to protect someone I love’ is literally what she had to do to her daughter

And Edward....Edward, who only left to give Bella a chance at a safe, human life, seeing Bella in front of him as a vampire, knowing it’s his fault she ended up that way and she had to go through it alone, had to raise a baby herself because he’d made it so hard to find him...knowing if he’d just pulled his head out of his ass he would have been able to be there for her...would be able to form a coherent sentence around his love right now, would have long and fond memories of Nessie’s childhood, likely wouldn’t have to watch Bella hide from the Volturi...he’s back in a self-loathing spiral already

But they haven’t seen each other in so long and they just don’t want to...deal with the unpleasantness right now, so they just push it aside. Bella helps Edward with the costumes. Edward fills her in on what she’s been missing with Nessie. Bella tells him some stuff about when Ness was younger. They just spend the night talking, and it feels like no time has past between them at all- which just makes the heartaches a little stronger

When Nessie wakes up to her mother there she’s ecstatic- bubbly and loud and glued to Bella’s hip all day, giving her in depth play-by-plays of her school and rehearsals and friends she’s made, bouncing on her toes all morning, hyper, giggly, and- it kind of breaks Edward’s heart a little, even though he knows he hasn’t really...earned this side of his daughter, yet. 

(at least he got his wish of seeing their twin smiles in person)

(he wishes he could see them every second of every day)

so the girls spend the day catching up while Edward mostly feels like a thirdwheel, and then they have to get Ness over to the school so she can get ready

Bella decides to hang out around the school theater before the show actually starts- she leans against the wall next to the piano, the two talking in hushed tones while Edward runs through songs. Bella really missed watching him play- the only thing that managed to drag her away from it was when Nessie called her to the dressing room to help with a hair emergency 

she didn’t talk to him much at intermission, her attention being stolen by the rest of the Cullen family (who had been Very Loudly supporting the show so far, she knew Ness was probably dying of embarrassment backstage)

after the show, the three went back to Edward’s and just...talked. Nessie was gushing about the show and eating while her parents assured her she was the greatest actress ever born, simple stuff like that. she fell asleep sandwiched in between them on the couch 

Bella realizes she’s never going to be able to bring herself to leave again if Nessie wakes up, and tells Edward as much. He clearly doesn’t want her to go just yet either, but...she’s on the run, it’s not like she has much choice 

He has so much he wants to say to her but he just- can’t. it’s not the right time. but he’s hoping she can see that in his eyes

Bella shifts Nessie off her shoulder so Edward can hold her, and she gives him a light kiss and says ‘thank you, Edward’ before disappearing in a flash. she needed to go before she lost her nerve.

Edward can’t bring himself to let Nessie out of his arms, so instead of carrying her to bed he just stays there, holding her, trying his best not to think that that could be the last time for a long time he’d ever see his Bella again, trying not to let thoughts of a life he gave up unwittingly consume him

okay I didn’t mean for this to be So Long so I’m cutting it here uhh...let me know if anyone wants a part 2? sorry lmao

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The Kids Are Alright: Repost

The Kids Are Alright

(This is a prequel to my already existing fic Metropolitan Family Life. This fic is not an x reader and takes place in Suguru Geto's teen years. This will be leading into an x reader concept but if you're not into that you can read it as a one shot. Thank you.)

(Reposting this to see if queue makes a difference with interaction)

Warnings: Smoking, drinking, swearing, crude behavior/language, 90s teen/young people cynicism (total teenage dirtbags), bad parenting, narcissist parent



The Kids Are Alright

Prequel to Metropolitan Family Life (Suguru in his early years- pre reader, late 90s au)



Suguru leaned back in his chair and shook his long hair out. He yanked the elastic hair tie off his wrist and used it to pull his hair up into a messy bun.

Next to him, Ieiri let out a groan and buried her face into her folded arms. She didn’t have the willpower to lift her head up from her desk.

“Shit, I’m so hungover.”

“Really? Satoru asked. “Here let me get you something.”

In an act of cruel playfulness he rolled up his magazine and slammed it down on the edge of her desk. Ieiri shot up in excruciating pain, clutching her head for dear life.

“Satoru you fucking asshole.”

He keeled over in laughter.

Suguru, who had secured his hair, reached into his backpack and pulled out a water bottle. He leaned forward and handed it to Ieiri.

“Here,” he offered. “Just take a few sips.”

She grabbed the water from him and took a gulp.

“How are you not hungover? You drank more than me last night.”

Suguru just shrugged. “Sheer willpower.”

She kissed her teeth and stood up. “C’mon let’s go. I need a cigarette.”

Satoru checked the clock on the classroom wall. “But lunch ends in five minutes.”

Suguru rolled his eyes and grabbed his backpack. “Then we should get out of here before the teacher comes back.

~

With the three of them ditching gym class, something they occasionally did, they managed to secure something of a secret hideout.

That was what Satoru insisted on calling it anyway.

On the far end of the campus was an abandoned greenhouse that once was used for botany classes. It was in an ideal location where they never got caught.

Suguru retrieved his lighter from his backpack and lit the cigarette that Ieiri had impatiently placed between her lips. She offered him one which he took. Suguru didn’t smoke as often as she did, but he’d occasionally indulge himself. He’d indulged himself in a few things since entering into this friendship.

When Suguru had met Satoru and Ieiri, he was timid as hell. His shaved head and scrawny build made him an easy target for bullies. But his friends helped him grow more confident in himself, as corny as it sounded.

“How do your ears feel?” Satoru asked him.

“Fine,” he nodded.

Suguru brushed his fingers over one of the studs. Last night, he pierced them on a dare. Granted the bathroom of a club with a heated sewing needle wasn’t exactly safe, but he liked the way it turned out. Of course, that meant he’d have to show his Dad later. He’d definitely be pissed he skipped class again, but he didn’t care. He never cared anymore. He was done hoping one day his old man would give a damn about him.

Suguru pulled out his sketchbook and a charcoal pencil, determined to finish his sketch before they left campus. He planned on painting it this weekend.

Ieiri leaned forward to see. “It’s the ocean.”

Satoru sighed and leaned against the young artist, Ieiri followed suit and did the same, sandwiching Suguru in the middle.

“Shit,” Satoru mumbled. “I can’t believe we only have another three weeks left.”

“I won’t miss this place,” Ieiri mumbled.

The three of them would be graduating soon. With college exams already taken, and finals coming up. The time was quickly approaching to say goodbye.

Suguru put his cigarette out and let it sit beside him. “I don’t hate this place.”

The three of them sat there in silence. The only noise to be heard was the scratching of the charcoal pencil.

~

Suguru was a curse on his parents. That’s how he saw it. His mother died in childbirth leaving his father to raise him by himself.

His father didn’t like him.

He was too sensitive for a boy. His head was always in the clouds. He was ungrateful. He was lazy.

He existed.

Suguru Sr., his dad, was the phys ed. teacher at his school. He took the job because it came with a coaching position for the school’s soccer team, one of the best in the country.

The players on the team had a fair shot of going pro, something Suguru’s dad had initially hoped for in his youth. But a busted knee had cut his dreams short.

Since he was faculty his son could get free tuition, and fulfill unaccomplished dreams.

But Suguru was far from the ideal son who had been given his father’s name.

They argued practically everyday, and it only got worse the older Suguru got. His dad was a textbook narcissist who would bend over backwards for any random stranger, but couldn’t lift a pinky to help his son.

Suguru was charged with doing all things domestic, from cooking the meals to cleaning the apartment. He also couldn’t blink without his father having an opinion. So he began to avoid him more and more.

He couldn’t even remember the last time the two of them had spoken.

Suguru pushed against his father whenever he could.

He didn’t really like to drink or smoke but he knew his father detested it. So he did it whenever he could, just to defy him. He liked to pissed off his dad, so he stayed out until the early morning out of pure spite. He’d sneak into clubs he had no business in and allow eardrum shattering levels of music to swallow him up and carry him away.

~

When Suguru got home he was more than displeased to find his dad parked on the couch in front of the television. A soccer game was on, and he couldn’t care less. He detested sports. Did his dad ever imagine himself as one of those players? In a completely different life with a family that made him happy?

“Suguru,” his father barked. “Get in here!”

He stood at the door for a moment, debating if he should just turn around and spend the night at Satoru’s. He decided against it, knowing he’d just have to come home eventually.

He shut the door and dragged himself to where his father stood, standing beside him and waiting for a lecture.

“Why weren’t you in class today?” he asked.

His father’s attempt to look threatening was laughable. Suguru was almost an entire foot taller, another one of the many things the old man resented about him.

“I wasn’t feeling well,” he cooly responded. “So I went to the nurse’s office.”

His father snorted.

“So you’re not man enough to power through it? You’re so weak. But with that stupid haircut you look like a girl so you might as well act like it.”

Suguru clenched his jaw. “Can I go now? I have things to do.”

His father turned away from the television to face his son. He stood up when something caught his eye. “What the hell is that?”

“What?”

“That shit in your ear.”

Suguru smirked. “Do you like it?”

His father’s face started to turn red. “Are you trying to get kicked out? What will the neighbors say? You look like some effeminate punk!”

“It’s better than looking like you,” he shot back. “And maybe you should learn how to cook for yourself before you threaten to kick me out.”

He turned to leave, much to his father’s annoyance.

“Where the hell do you think you're going?”

“To work at my shit job that you like to pretend you’re so proud of.”

When his father threw away all his art supplies a few years ago he’d gotten a job at the convenience store down the street to fund the recovery of everything he’d lost.

His father scoffed. “Your mother would be so disappointed in you.”

“Well then I guess it’s a good thing she’s not here,” Suguru spat.

He went to his room to change for his shift.

~

“Wow,” Satoru marveled. “That’s such a low blow to use your dead mom like that.”

He stood next to Suguru as he restocked the chips, speaking in between the mouthfuls of Doritos  he was eating. He was currently on his second bag.

“Classic Coach Geto bullshit,” he muttered. “And are you planning on paying for those?”

Satoru pondered it for a moment. “I don’t know, wouldn’t I fall into the friends and family discount?”

Suguru stood up and snatched the bag out of his hands. “Sorry, but that only applies to people that don’t have American Express cards.”

Satoru pouted as he followed Suguru to the back where Ieiri was looking at the mini toiletries.

“How much mouthwash should I bring? One of these is enough for two days right?”

“With how much you smoke?” Satoru snorted.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Stop stuffing your face and start buying some snacks. Will you Captain Dickhead?”

“Excuse me,” a man called from the front of the store. “Can you ring me up?”

“Right away sir,” Suguru replied.

“Speaking of Captain Dickhead,” Satoru snorted under his breath.

He and Ieiri trailed behind their friend to the register. The man handed Suguru his card and looked over to find Satoru, who instantly caught his attention.

“Pardon me, but are those your real eyes?”

“Yeah,” Satoru answered.

“They glow in the dark,” Ieiri added.

The man tilted his head, examining Satoru’s features like he was a pomeranian in a dog show.

“Have you ever considered modeling?”

“You know you’re not the first person who asked me that,” Satoru gloated.

Suguru rolled his eyes as he bagged up the man’s items. “Here you are sir.”

The man took his card back and stuck it into his wallet, then he retrieved another card out of it. “I work for the Vogue offices here, in Tokyo, but I have some contacts in Paris as well. If you're interested you should give us a call. I think you’d make a great fit in our fall lineup.”

After Satoru took the card the man took his shopping bag and left.

“Well look who’s on his way to being the next Kate Moss.” Ieiri mused.

“Charles Bernard,” he read aloud. “That can’t be his real name.”

“Probably not,” Suguru jested. “He definitely just wants to harvest your organs.”

Satoru chuckled and stuck the business card in his wallet. “So do you need to do any shopping for the trip Suguru?”

In two weeks the third years would be taking their class trip to Okinawa, which had brought Satoru and Ieiri into the store in search of supplies.

Suguru sighed. “I don’t know. It’s not like I want to hang out with strangers and I don’t know how to swim.”

“Stop making excuses asshat,�� Satoru ordered. “Who said we’re spending time with the class?”

“Well I think the whole concept of a class trip would be lost without the class part,” Ieiri deadpanned.

“Listen,” Satoru proposed. “I think we should fly down with the class. Then when we get there we’ll get a rental car and just do our own thing.”

“Okay now I know you’re completely insane,” Ieiri groaned. “We’ll get in trouble.”

“Only if we get caught,” Satoru argued. “We’ll check in when we get there, and then again when we leave.”

“But seriously, what if we do get caught?” Suguru asked.

“Please my family just gave the school a new library, nothing’s going to happen. Plus if they get really mad we’ll just say we got kidnapped or whatever.”

This was a dumb idea on practically every level, Suguru was incredibly aware of that. But he had stuck with Satoru and Ieiri for a few years now and everything had managed to work out so far.

One last adventure before they’d be pressured into pretending to be adults.

“Fine,” Suguru agreed.

“Whatever,” Ieiri added.

~

The morning Suguru left he and his dad got into another fight.

“You know,” he started. “When I was your age I didn’t get to go anywhere.”

Whenever his father spoke Suguru had gotten into the habit of holding his breath. He hoped if he’d stopped breathing the old man would stop speaking, but that unfortunately was never the case.

Suguru just grunted as he tied his shoelaces.

“You should be grateful you’ve been given this opportunity.”

Suguru said nothing, he hated it when his dad tried to make him feel guilty for just living his life.

“Okay,” he said as he stood up. “I’m heading out.”

His father scoffed. “I knew it. You get to go have fun and you still have a bad attitude. I’d kill to be your age again.”

“Uh huh.”

Suguru walked towards the front door. His duffel bag felt like a million pounds, but nothing could stop him from getting the hell out of here.

“You don’t like me do you?” his dad asked with an unwarranted exhaustion.

The tone of his delivery made the teen stop in his tracks and turn around.

“Huh?” he asked.

“You don’t appreciate anything I do.”

Suguru said nothing, even if he wanted to scream until his lungs shriveled up.

“Bye Dad.”

He stormed out of the apartment and slammed the door behind him.

~

Satoru and Ieiri knew when Suguru was going through it. He slipped in and out of his bad moods like he was speeding through a winding road. They let him sit in silence. This should have been a positive experience for Suguru. He’d never been on a plane before. But of course the old fuck had to rob him of any of the joy he should have been feeling.

“These seats are so cramped.” Satoru whined.

Ieiri rolled her eyes and shoveled peanuts into her mouth.

“We get it, you’ve never traveled in coach before.”

“It must be so hard being you,” Suguru griped next to him.

Satoru exchanged a glance with Ieiri.

“Um Suguru, do you want to switch places? Satoru offered. “You can look out the window and see the ocean.”

“I’m fine,” he muttered.

“But you’ve never been on a plane before and-”

Suguru shot him a look that made him stop.

“I’m fine. I’m not an idiot I know what a fucking cloud looks like,” he spat.

Ieiri narrowed her eyes on him.

“Suguru, I know you're in a bad mood, but that doesn’t give you an excuse to be an asshole.”

He scoffed and put his walkman headphones over his ears. He was pissed but he wasn’t suicidal. Ieiri wouldn’t hesitate to kick his ass off the plane and send him plummeting back down to Earth.

~

By the time the plane had touched down everyone was in desperate need of a little cooling off period. Satoru collected everyone’s baggage with the rest of the class while Ieiri snuck off to the airport smoking lounge with Suguru. Without saying a word, he pulled his lighter out of his coat pocket and she leaned in to light her cigarette. They sat there in silence among the rest of the nicotine addicted individuals.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” he finally mumbled.

She didn’t look at him when she spoke.

“I’m not the one you need to apologize to.”

He thought back to how Satoru had flinched when he rejected his offer for the window seat.

“Look Suguru,” she continued. “Satoru really wants to have a good time while we’re here. Can’t we just give him?”

He nodded.

“Yeah.”

“I know what it’s like to want to tear everything down but just fake it okay? For him.”

He grinned. “So is this you faking it?”

“Another word and I’ll shove this cigarette up your nose,” she threatened.

He stood up.

“Let’s go. The teachers are going to wonder where we are.”

~

They met Satoru in front of the shuttle bus their classmates were gathered around. Despite everything that happened on the plane his eyes lit up when he saw them.

“There you guys are!”

“Hey,” Suguru started. “I’m sorry I was being such a dick earlier.”

Satoru just smiled. “You’re always a dick, dick.”

Ieiri snorted.

“So are we all set?” she asked.

He nodded.

“We’re almost in the clear.”

Their homeroom teacher, Mr. Yaga, came up to the group of three with his clipboard.

“Mr. Geto and Ms. Shoko, so good of you to join us.”

He turned to Suguru and handed him a small medication bottle of stool softener.

“Mr. Gojo informed me you were having bathroom issues, so let me know if you need more.”

“I will sir.”

He clenched his teeth as Satoru and Ieiri giggled behind him.

“Alright class,” he announced as he turned to face the others. “Everyone on the bus.”

The three of them waited for the right moment to bolt. Once Mr. Yaga and the others were all safely on the bus they walked back into the airport and went to the rental car station.

The woman behind the desk handed Satoru a pair of keys not even bothering to ask how old he was.

“Have it back on Sunday.”

~

Once the three of them had loaded their bags into the trunk they were off. They spent the first ten minutes arguing what type of music to listen to.

“Come on,” Satoru groaned. “No one wants to listen to Alanis Morrissette.”

Ieiri guffawed.

“Typical guy response. Worship anything related to Nirvana or Oasis and turn your nose down at anything written by a woman.”

“Are you seriously comparing Nirvana to Alanis Morrissette?”

“If you read the lyrics to ‘You Oughta Know’ even your pea sized brain could figure out how inspired that song is!”

“Inspired my ass!”

Suguru made a vain attempt to break in from his spot in the back seat.

“Can we listen to Queen?”

Ieiri scoffed from the passenger seat. “Suguru, take your old man music on your old man cassette tape and shove it up your ass.”

“Maybe it’ll help with my chronic constipation,” he mused as he read the label on the stool softener. “Thanks again for that Satoru.”

He turned around to glare at him.

“Well you were acting like you were constipated!”

“Satoru!” Ieiri shrieked. “You’re driving! Keep your fucking eyes on the fucking road!”

Suguru smiled to himself.

So much for faking it.

~

They miraculously arrived at the hotel in one piece. Satoru had driven them further up the coast and found a place right on the beach.

When they got to their room Ieiri collapsed on the bed.

“Okay chuckleheads. I call the bed, you two can bunk on the floor.”

“What do you guys want to do first?” Suguru asked.

“Recover from my near death experience,” Ieiri deadpanned.

Satoru just rolled his eyes. “I got us here alive. And I didn’t even hit that frog.”

He set his bag down and pulled some papers out.

“We should probably leave the room now. I have an entire itinerary planned out.”

~

They spent Friday just walking around the local shops and sampling all the different foods there were to try. They had dinner at a soba place where Satoru nearly scalded his tongue trying to eat too fast.

“Eat slowly,” Suguru jested. “Or you’ll need these tomorrow morning.”

He pulled the stool softener out of his pocket and placed it next to his friend. Then he flagged down the waitress.

“Excuse me, where’s the nearest pharmacy? My friend needs to stock up on this.”

Instead of getting angry Satoru just started laughing after the waitress left.

“You stupid dick,” he wheezed.

Suguru snorted and tossed the medicine in the trash. Ieiri smiled despite herself and continued to eat her meal.

~

On Saturday they woke up and drove to The Churaumi Aquarium and worked their way through all three floors. Suguru sat in front of a massive tank that contained a whale shark, stingrays, and a plethora of different fish.  

He sketched it so he could paint later. He was getting excited thinking of different techniques to emphasize the light that highlighted the magnificent patterns that decorated the shark's skin. He flipped back a few pages to look at his sketch of the ocean he’d done two weeks ago. It made him a little sad but he couldn’t say why.

When he looked up he spotted a girl in front of him strolling alongside the whale shark. Her braid swung back and forth as she walked. Before he knew it she’d worked her way into his sketch.

“Miss Amanai!” a voice called.

A woman came racing towards her.

“What’s wrong Misato?” she asked.

“What’s wrong?” she asked in an incredulous tone. “ You don’t wander off by yourself. Your parents have been worried sick.”

The girl scoffed. “I’m not a child Misato, I’m fourteen.”

Misato gave the girl a look and she quickly sprinted back the way she came. Her caretaker chased after her, nearly knocking Satoru over in the process.

He and Ieiri walked towards Suguru and sat down beside him.

“Are you almost done? We were gonna hit the beach.”

He nodded. “Yeah let’s go.”

~

The beach was rejuvenating. Suguru sat in the sand and watched as Satoru tried to chase Ieiri with a sea cucumber. It backfired when a wave knocked him on his ass and the sea cucumber went flying back into the ocean.

~

While the three of them attempted to build a sandcastle a group of girls approached them. Satoru stood up almost expectantly.

“Can we help you beautiful ladies?” he smoothly asked.

Ieiri made a gagging noise and Suguru chuckled.

“Um,” one of the girls spoke up. “Actually I was wondering if your friend was single.”

Satoru looked over to Suguru with a flabbergasted expression, entirely unfamiliar with not being the center of attention when it came to these types of things.

“Yes,” Suguru answered.

The girl held out a piece of paper. “Here’s my email address. You can send me a message if you want or whatever.”

He smiled and took the paper.

“Thank you.”

~

“Are you a freaking idiot!” Satoru howled. “What do you mean you’re not going to email her?”

Suguru shrugged. “What’s the point? We’ll never see eachother again.”

“She even saw through that hideous shirt you’re wearing,” Ieiri joked.

“Maybe she’s into Magnum, P.I.,” he snorted.

Apparently girls liked old man hawaiian shirts.

~

Later that night the three of them shared a small bottle of scotch Satoru had swiped from his dad’s personal collection.

They sat on the beach and passed the bottle around, mindful not to drink too much. In the morning they’d have to drive back to the airport to meet their class.

“Well I think we can mark this trip as a success,” Satoru gloated.

“Yes Satoru, you and your genius brain put this entire plan in motion. Is that what you want to hear?” Ieiri teased.

“Well I had fun,” Suguru admitted.

“Ha! Two against one. You lose!”

“Shut up and pass the scotch dumbass,” Ieiri ordered.

“I’ll miss you guys,” Suguru murmured.

His friends stopped their lively banter and turned their attention to their friend.

“What do you mean? Are you going somewhere?” Satoru asked.

He sighed.

“Nothing. Forget I said anything.”

“Suguru,” Ieiri prodded. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, it’s just…it’s just that sometimes I have a difficult time seeing my own future. Shit that sounds so fucking stupid. I guess…I’m just anxious about the future. Will there ever be a time I don’t feel like shit?”

“Everyone feels like shit sometimes. Especially if they're around bad people,” Satoru said with a knowing look.

They all knew who he was alluding to.

“Yeah,” Suguru cleared his throat. “I guess you’re right.”

“Suguru, you're a stupidly talented artist and you’re a good person,” Ieiri admitted.

“And you’ll never have to face the future alone. We’re best friends,” Satoru assured him.

“But you need to live your own life,” Ieiri reminded him. “Don’t run away from the unknown.”

He smiled and covered his face. “I don’t hate you guys.”

~

In the early hours of the morning, Suguru woke up shoulder to shoulder between Satoru and Ieiri on the hotel bed. The room was still dark and the only noise was his friend's shallow breathing.

Outside the ocean waves crawled onto the sand, creating a soothing lullaby when gently tapped down.

He took a deep and closed his eyes, imagining his future and discovering a light.

~

The End.