#i called him sweetie and he got traumatised by it

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Oh yeah i was reading a fic that mentioned john using “sweetie” as a pet name but I remembered this one interaction i had on character ai-

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Hey Teach i hope you are doing well. Eraser mic comforting their partner after a night mare

I tried to astral project the other night and i ended up back in this place where i had dreams i was experimented on but it ended with probes going wrong, a lot of gore it was traumatising i felt violated i’m too scared to sleep.Obviously don’t have to write about that

I'm so sorry you had to go through all this sweetie 😢 but allow Aizawa and Yamada to make you feel better.

Title : Nightmares

Characters : Aizawa/ Yamada/ Gender neutral reader

Genre : a little bit of angst but mostly fluff, just tooth rotting sweetness

Notes : I made something a bit similar a few months ago with different characters in case anyone is interested: 🖤

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Aizawa :

_ "No! Please no!" you screamed into the darkness of your bedroom as you jolted awake, covered in sweat and struggling to catch your breath.

You looked around, frantically searching for your man who was nowhere to be found.

_ "Shōta.." you whimpered his name as you pulled the blankets over your chest and fought to keep your tears at bay.

You were still in shock from the horrifying nightmare that rendered you a mess, and the inexplicable absence of your source of comfort increased your anxieties.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for him to walk into the room, his once relaxed features turning panicked as soon as his eyes fell upon your quivering form.

_ "Honey what's the matter? Are you alright?" he ran to your side, instantly engulfing you in his embrace.

_ "Where were you? Why did you leave?" you wailed hiding your face in his chest.

_ "Shhh don't cry sweetheart I was just in the bathroom but I'm here now, I've got you." he held you securely in his arms and kissed your trembling shoulder, "what happened love? Talk to me." his voice was warm and reassuring, "was it a bad dream?"

You nodded faintly, nuzzling deeper into his chest.

_ "Do you want to talk about it?" his fingers traced your back gently and soon enough, you started to relax.

However, you didn't want to relive nor talk about it, you only wanted to be held by him.

You shook your head and said nothing, not that you needed to anyway since he knows you inside out.

_ "Do you want to lay down?" his soft lips moved from your shoulder to your neck peppering you with kisses, and you bit your lip as his stubble grazed your delicate skin.

_ "Yes." you whispered your reply and settled into bed before welcoming him on top of you.

_ "Am I too heavy?" he chuckled pecking that sensitive spot under your ear before sneaking his arms around your waist. He wanted to distract you and it worked.

_ "Yes you are," you giggled running your fingers through his hair, "but don't move please, just stay where you are."

Being entangled with him, bodies flush against one another, feeling the warmth radiating off him and sensing his steady heartbeat above your chest was all that you needed.

_ "I'm not going anywhere beautiful, I'm right where I belong." he lifted his head up momentarily to plant the softest kiss on your lips before settling back between your welcoming arms.

You could barely remember the terrifying dream that woke you up earlier, as you were finally able to close your eyes again.

Aizawa Shōta is, and will always be the only one capable of soothing your soul.

_ "Good night love, I'll always be here when you open your eyes." he mumbled softly as he drifted off to sleep.

Yamada :

He was sound asleep when he heard a rustle coming from your side of the bed.

It didn't seem important at first. Hell, he wasn't even sure if it was real or simply a fragment of a dream he didn't know he had.

But when a muffled whimper reached him along with your fingers desperately clawing at his arm, his eyes snapped open and he was all over you anxiously calling your name.

_ "Y/n, honey wake up please", he cradled your cheeks and ran his thumbs over your tear stained skin, "come on sweetie just follow my voice and open your eyes, it's just a bad dream", you weren't responding to him, whatever was happening to you in your unconscious state was shackling you.

_ "I'm begging you, honey come back to me please." he pleaded with you, resting his forehead against yours.

_ "Hizashi.." you finally opened your eyes, but the look on your face wasn't much different. Your tears kept flowing and the grip you had on his shirt only got tighter.

_ "You're back beautiful, you're with me", he offered you a reassuring smile but it wasn't at all convincing, "have some water first alright?" he helped you sit up and poured you a glass before practically forcing you to down the whole thing.

He quickly grabbed a wet towel and gently dabbed your face as he awaited hearing about your nightmare.

You sighed in defeat knowing that he wouldn't let you go back to sleep until you tell him about it.

_ "How are you feeling now?" he kissed the top of your head and pulled you against his chest.

_ "A little shaken up.. I'm sorry for scaring you Hizashi." you were embarrassed, and he couldn't for the life of him understand your apology.

_ "Hey, what are you saying? Never say you're sorry for something you have no control over", he pulled you completely on top of him, "If anything, I'm glad I woke up when I did, I don't know what I would do if you were still stuck in there."

You took the hand caressing your thigh and kissed it over and over again, "I don't know what I would do without you Hizashi."

_ "You don't have to imagine it babe, I'm not going anywhere." he ran his thumb along your still quivering lips and kissed you slowly, a kiss that you melted into, a kiss that calmed your nerves.

_ "Are you ready to talk about it?" and it's not that he likes to pry, it's just that he wanted to know what you were dealing with in order to help you, that was his way of doing it.

You nuzzled his neck and started talking about every gory detail you witnessed earlier. Most of it made no sense, but at the time it felt so real.

Reciting it was strangely alright, and you weren't exactly sure why.

Was it because you were finally awake and able to distinguish between reality and illusion? Or was it that you felt secure in his embrace?

_ "Hmm, that sure sounds interesting", he commented kissing your temple, "but it's still just a bad dream, otherwise I'd be there murdering whoever dared lay a finger on you."

You smiled knowing that he meant it.

_ "Thank you for everything Hizashi." you couldn't even begin to name the times his soft touches and sweet words have saved you.

_ "Let's go back to sleep okay?" he settled you down gently before joining you.

You snuggled up with him, laying your head on his chest and enjoying the way his fingers played with your hair.

_ "Good night sweetheart." were his words before you two dozed off in a peaceful slumber.

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Break down of scenes from shameless US season 6 episode 12 'familia supra gallegorious omnia!' (The episode where fiona almost marries shawn a.k.a penis head)

-Frank pisses in Shawn's shoes: iconic

-Carl wants to start taking on more responsibility and wants to iron his shirt: we love that for him he's such a sweety

-fiona being out the loop with not knowing Carl had already started sleeping with Dom: now fiona has a lot of times like this throughout the later series of just not knowing what going on especially through this season and it really shows the gradual transition to her leaving the house

-Lip in jail: he be a silly boy but ultimately I conclude it was a huge self-sabotage because he was so fucked over with professor shitty runyon fucking him over on top of all the other shit stuff in his life like this boy has been traumatised by Karen leaving and now another person has left him in a really shit way :(

-Kev Veronica and svet: you can see fiona is almost disturbed to see this throuple for the first time, and I believe this is not because its a throuple I think she would have no issue at all if the hooked up with some chill nice person but it's cause its svet and fiona has already identified her as a dirt bag when she denied he access to her flat

Kaleb is a cunt: I get he was trying to encourage his boyfriend but ffs there's way better ways to do that not calling your boyfriend a baby, I would have broken up with him right there! Obviously this is brushed over by Ian but this also marks an interesting point in Ians story because so far he has beaten down by the restrictions of society and because he's had bipolar thus far so many societal doors have been slammed in his face- though it is great to show Ian got the job I feel like this is trying to say if you just try harder you too can overcome the societal limits placed on you cause of your poor mental health-which is obviously incorrect cause the system is fucked and for many it doesn't matter how hard you try

-shawn brings fiona some flowers: though it may seem sweet when you think about it this is one of the only very nice things we've seen him do for fiona like yeah we have seen him help her in emergencies etc. But throughout their relationships he's usually so standoffish, so I think he is getting these to try and ensure she thinks he is a nice guy-but he's not! He's stinky!

Second to last, the church!!: this is very subtle and also something that has annoyed so much every time I've watched this episode why in the fuck I they getting married in some school hall and not the main church, now one might say money but the how the hell did Mickeys fam afford that huge church for one baptism?? No I think mentally fiona wasn't taking this marriage seriously just like the last one, there was no need to rush but she did, it also works cinematically to set the events of the wedding with the backdrop of the tacky Hall that didn't have any decorations or the vibe of a wedding at all because it showed the family being fucked up and the marriage not working and the background reflected that fucked upness

Ians face seeing Kev kiss svet and vernocia: iconic

-fiona talks to shawn outside: she says she is cold which is an obvious plea for him to at least give her his jacket cause even though the knows he will leave she is calling out for some confirmation they aren't over and that he at least partly cares for her even if she isn't his priority, but no he ignores this because he is a sociopathic cunt

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Dreamcatcher Chptr. 64

Pure terror and fear swept through Arcadia Bay.

The Storm had finally arrived.

The strongest gusts of wind hurled throughout the town, tearing every unstable thing into its current around its great grey spiralling force of cosmic proportion. Petrified screams were muted by the sheer volume and force of said storm.

The only thing that could possibly end this chaos was Max Caulfield.

Inside the Two Whales Diner where a few survivors of the storm had taken shelter - elsewhere was also temporary until the storm would sweep through what was left of the town. Joyce Price was sheltered inside the diner, tending to those who were injured amidst the storm's rage.

Warren Graham had arrived just minutes ago well after the storm hit. He'd been in Blackwell, reading up on an upcoming exam when he heard the chaos commence. A strong rumble shook the town, alerting its residents of the incoming danger lurking in the bay. Others he was familiar with at Blackwell were absent from heading to safety or were completely unaccounted for due to buildings being torn apart and trees torn out of the ground.

Several minutes after calming down from rushing into the diner, Warren spotted a man enter with blood on the left side of his forehead, masked by his blonde hair. Naturally, Joyce aided him while others rounded themselves in one corner of the diner.

Suddenly, Warren heard his phone ring and was relieved when he recognised the called ID.

"Warren? Can you hear me?!" Max's voice came out static-y and slightly distorted.

"Max?! Boy, am I glad to hear your voice. Where are you?" Warren spoke up, drawing a few eyes onto him.

"Nevermind! Listen, do you have that photograph you took the other night outside the natatorium?"

"Uh, yeah, but why? It wasn't that great a shot..."

"Yes, it is and I need it! Where are you right now?"

"I'm at the Two Whales Diner. Pretty much trapped in here with Joyce, thanks to this Armageddon weather. I'm expecting the ocean to turn red!"

"I'm on my way!"

"Come on, that's crazy! You can barely walk on the sidewalk outside. Seriously, Max, stay wherever you are. I don't think this storm is getting smaller. I'm kinda scared."

"That's okay. Me too. But it's not over yet, Warren. So, hold on!"

Before he was given a chance to respond, Max hung up the phone.

All he could do now was sit and wait for the inevitable...

Max had commandeered the personal vehicle of her former role model, Mark Jefferson, and driven back into town. It had taken her well over half an hour to make her return, where by the time she rode into the centre of Arcadia, she found it in complete wreck.

Cars and trucks were toppled over, some flung upwards into buildings that still maintained stability. Bodies were scattered variously around the street, most trapped under the tons of steel and metal.

The closer Max got to the Two Whales, the more anxious she became to claim that photograph Warren took and go back in time to save Clark. As she came up towards the Two Whales, she found that the road was blocked off by debris and damaged vehicles and even a boat that had broken through the wall of the far left side of the diner.

Joyce immediately drew her attention away from an injured and traumatised Frank Bowers to the young brunette that entered the diner via the back entrance. Her arms wrapped around the girl's neck as she expressed her relief in seeing her alive and well before her.

"I'm okay, Joyce. Are you okay?" Max replied calmly.

"The Two Whales is barely standing now," Joyce answered dishearteningly. "I don't know if it's going to make it through this tornado. Poor Officer Berry and all those people out there... Y-You haven't heard from Clark, yet, have you, sweetie? Oh, please tell me my little boy is alright."

A lump got caught in Max's throat, preventing her from getting her words out at the revelation that both her children were indeed deceased.

She could not bring herself to apply anymore weight of guilt over Joyce's shoulders after learning of the unfortunate passing of her husband. And to hear of her children's unforeseen demises, it could very well figuratively make Joyce's heart burst.

"He-He's fine, Joyce. He's safe. I promise." Max lied.

Relief washed over Joyce, knowing that she could trust Max and believe every word she says.

Max then turned to Warren and asked for the photograph he took while Joyce returned to looking after Frank. Warren had kept the picture in his school bag that contained a now broken laptop and handed it to Max, still inquiring about the importance over one photo.

In return, however, all he asked was for a simple explanation as to why Max was acting so strange lately. And she willingly explained to him briefly everything that had been going on in the past week.

"Do you believe me?" Max asked, desperation laced in her voice. "I know this all sounds insane, but you're the only other person who I can count on now. I just wish we had more time together..."

Warren smiled warmly. "Of course I believe you, Max. You're the most amazing person I've ever met, and I'm glad you trust me."

"Always. I just wish I could trust my powers. I guess we'll never know if it's magic or science."

"Even if it's from a wizard or a wormhole. You're part of something bigger. I don't believe in fate or destiny, but after this week, I realise I don't know shit."

"That makes both of us."

"I do know you're here for a reason and I guess it's up to you to find out why. I have total faith that you'll do the right thing when the time comes. I'm so proud of you, Max. How could there be a more important moment in history? And I'm in the middle of it with you? So thank you for trusting me."

Max reached her hand out to grab the photograph and raised her free hand up to Warren's face and gave his cheek a kiss. She then focused on the picture and transported herself into her past self in the moment Warren took the photo of them. Out of the corner of her eye, Max spotted a familiar green-haired boy and threw herself at him, throwing her arms around his neck.

For both he and Warren, it was most irregular to see Max act so strangely after just acting as if nothing was wrong.

"Hey, M-Max, you okay?" Clark stammered.

"I'm just glad we're here together." Max responded breathlessly as she broke the hug and stared into his eyes.

Warren interrupted briefly to announce that he was going to head off. The disappointment in his voice left Max disheartened as how quickly and easily he was dismissed by her.

When she looked into Clark's eyes, all she saw was rage.

"Clark. I need to talk to you."

"I can walk and talk, okay? Come on, already!"

"Just STOP!" Max barked.

Startled by her raising her voice at him, Clark did as she asked and stopped in his tracks before turning around to listen to what she had to say this time.

"Going inside that party, it's going to get you killed - and there's nothing I can do to stop it. Trust me. I've tried. Please. Please, don't go inside." Max implored the green-haired boy.

Clark folded his arms, conflict written across his face as he pondered about what possibly could've gone wrong that she was so worked up about.

"Nathan Prescott didn't kill your sister. Mark Jefferson did."

"Huh...?" His jaw anchored open, baffled at this shocking twist.

"Jefferson was the one who killed Chloe. He also killed Nathan and used his phone to get us to go to the junkyard where your sister is buried. I know this is hard to believe, but I need you to not go into that party. Clark... Jefferson, he... he drugged and kidnapped me. I-I was tied up in his bunker. You have no idea what hell I've gone through to bring you back. I just couldn't let you die."

Clark found it very difficult to process what Max was telling him. His hands went up to touch the top of his head as he began to dawdle around in a circle on the spot.

"All I wanted to do was make things right, but all I've ever done is just make matters worse. I'm the one who causes the storm: because of everything I've done to rewrite reality. Clark... I was able to go back in time to the last day William was alive."

"Y-You saw my father...?"

"I stopped him from leaving, but... but you ended up in a car crash instead. You and Chloe. God. She was completely paralysed. And you were in a fucking coma! A-A-And Chloe, she... she asked me to end her life. Now all of this is happening because I messed everything up; I never wanted you or anyone else to get hurt."

Clark sighed and dropped his arms, his hands clapping his thighs as he did his best to process all of the information Max was telling him, while at the same time he believed everything she was telling him.

"I believe you, Max. So... what do we do?"

"I'm only inside a memory, so I'm not going to remember any of this. You're going to have to tell this Max that you're going to get David Madsen and tell him all about Jefferson and his Dark Room."

"David? Why him?"

"Because he was onto something. He was just looking at the wrong person."

"Okay. Fine. I'll call him later."

"And then, we'll meet at the lighthouse - I have a feeling there's something we need to do there."

Clark nodded his head to show Max that he understood exactly what she was asking of him. They both embraced in a hug shortly before Max's departure from the memory.

And so, by convincing Clark Price to not head to his impending doom, he and Max managed to alter events so that not only would Mark Jefferson be arrested, but also that Clark would be spared from being shot in cold blood.

However, none of this relieved the intensity of the storm, rather fortifying its destructive nature.

Clark had been wandering around with a version of Max whom he wasn't entirely sure was his but deep down he had a feeling the real Max would return to him at any moment. He just had to wait.

At the lighthouse, Clark stared at the storm start to slowly consume the shoreline of the beach. Dread filled him thinking about those whom he knew, one of whom was his mother.

He thought about his fondest memories of the town that were now being demolished before his very eyes.

That was, until his Max had returned.

When travelling forward through time, Max had been given an interval to reflect on her actions the entire week since she got her powers.

She thought about every significant event she'd altered for her personal gain.

And it disgusted her.

Clark immediately noticed that Max had returned when he heard her say his name out of sweet relief, followed by her hugging him from behind. He chuckled and returned the affection as they both established eye contact amidst the storm and heavy rain pouring down on them.

"Glad to have you back, Super Max." Clark uttered on an exhale.

"So... what now? How do we end the storm? Do we... have to sacrifice a goat or something?" Max asked anxiously as she watched more of the town turn into rubble and debris. "God... look at all of this! This is all my fault! This is my storm. I caused this. I caused all of this. I changed fate and destiny so much that I actually did alter the course of everything. And all I really created was death and destruction!"

"Maxine Vanessa Caulfield! Don't you ever think you're worthless! You're my best fucking friend! And I love you so goddamn much that it... that it just hurts me to see you like this! You're a hero! Without your powers, we wouldn't have found out what happened to Chloe. Without your powers and your smarts, we wouldn't have found out what happened to Kate. Sure, you might not have asked for this, but you have saved my life, and I am grateful for it."

Out of his back pocket, Clark drew out the photograph of the blue butterfly.

Its original placement was in Max's satchel, but as a result of the previous Max Caulfield having a blackout, the photo managed to fall out of her bag which Clark took possession of and looked after in the meantime to connect dots and how exactly his Max could resolve everything.

"Max... this is the only way," he said, handing her the photograph.

Tears formed in his eyes, quickly mixing with the raindrops that splattered over his face. Max took the photo and commented on how easily she'd forgotten about it.

"You... you can use that photo to change everything, Max: go back and save Kate, save me, save Arcadia." Clark spoke weepily, the struggle in his voice made it more difficult for him to get his words out. "All it would take is for me to... to-"

"FUCK THAT! NO WAY! You are my number one priority right now!"

"Max, please! You've done everything you could to help me. And I will forever adore you for that. But for once, please, just do this for me. I don't want to live knowing that you chose me over Arcadia. I'm not worth it, Max."

"Yes, you are! You're my best fucking friend!" Max protested firmly.

"But what about my mother?! She doesn't deserve to die from a storm inside a goddamn diner! As much as I hate to admit it... even David deserves her alive."

"Don't say that! I won't trade you!"

"You're not trading me! Think of it like you're just delaying my true destiny. Look at what's happening to Arcadia ever since you saved my life in that bathroom! Let me have this... please..."

"Clark, no... Y-You can't make me do this..."

"When you see Rachel, tell her I love her and... and that I'm sorry. Don't let her emotions conflict her relationship with Nathan. He's probably a huge jackass and all, but he's always had issues - it's never been his fault - and Rachel was always good to him. Wherever I end up after this, in whichever reality, all those moments we shared together has always been real. I'm so blessed to have spent my last couple of weeks with you, Max Caulfield. I know you'll make the right decision."

Clark closed the distance between them and raised his hands up to touch Max's wet cheeks. Her cheeks became beet red from the physical contact as her pupils dilated, the distance between their faces closed, their lips connected in a bittersweet embrace.

"Goodbye, Max." He uttered when his lips parted from hers.

The emotional tidal wave came crushing down on Max, completely battering her walls which caused her tears to flood down her cheeks.

As Clark walked away from Max, she in turn, began to focus on the photograph that allowed her to access that distant memory taken so long ago.

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A Place Called Home | Chapter 21

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU?, Soulmate AU, romance, fluff, humour

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: vet!reader, Arcticfox!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Goldenretriever!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Calicocat!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Rabbit!Jungkook

Summary: Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.

You push on, trying your best to remain strong to be there for your hybrids. All hope is lost and you’re just trying to live your remaining days. But the boss has one more plan up his sleeve to break you. 

Chapter warning(s): This might be a heavy chapter for some readers. Angry cursing, needle/drug abuse, violence, slight gore, killing, death, mentions of sexual assault. Please read at your own discretion!

You would never admit it but deep down you knew, you were slowly giving up. Whatever small slither of hope you held onto was slowly slipping from your hands. Maybe it was better to die here then keep on dreaming of your release with your boys.

“Time to earn your keep, fox.”

“No, please. Not Jin!” You pressed yourself against the bars in whatever frugal attempt to stop Boss Im and his men from taking Jin away.

“Back away, Namjoon.” The man warned and Namjoon growled but made no move to step forward. He knew the hybrids would do his bidding just to keep you safe. Jin choked as he was tugged out of his cell by his collar.

“You should be there too! To experience his first fight.” You were grabbed next. You already knew the way to your viewing area.

The strong smell of iron and dirt was something you have grown accustomed to. How many hybrids have you watched Yoongi and Namjoon kill in that concrete ring? It was like you were numb to it. But you were on your toes when you knew it was Jin’s first time fighting. They were going to inject him and make him feral.

Your gentle boy, Jin.

“Everyone! We have a debut fight tonight! An arctic fox hybrid’s first fight!” The announcer stepped out and everyone jeered.

“I know! I know! Foxes don’t make an interesting fight! But we have him against our own snow leopard.” From the smirk on the announcer and Boss Im’s face, you knew what this was. They were deliberately trying to make Jin lose.

You should have known why Jin was having his first fight before Taehyung, even if Taehyung was the one with more ‘potential’.

“Why are you doing this? Jin can’t fight!” You struggled.

“Exactly. But let’s see what really makes him go crazy.” Boss Im smirked, waving his hand at the announcer to start the match. You gulped, half of you not even wanting to watch this fight unfold while the other half wanted you to continue watching to make sure Jin would be alright.

“Let’s fight!” The announcer ran out of the ring. Jin was thrown in, falling to the ground. He swayed slightly, the drugs taking effect in his system.

“This is going to be easy.” The snow leopard smiled and charged at Jin, knocking him down.

The crowd jeered while you cried silently. Jin was trying his best to fight the snow leopard off but he couldn’t. His opponent was just too strong. He only managed to get a few good punches and kicks at him.

“Jin!” You screamed until your throat went raw.

“Please. I’m begging you! Please! Don’t let him die!” You shook your head as you cried and kneeled to Boss Im. You had your pride and dignity but if seeing you submit was what you needed to do to save Jin, you will do it. Boss Im stood up, laughing.

“Unfortunately, I don’t sway with pleads and begs.” He chuckled.

“You’re heartless.”

“So I’ve been told.” He shrugged. Looking on, he already knew Jin had no chance against the snow leopard, who was well trained and a lot stronger.

“Fox! You better win that fight!” Boss Im shouted at Jin. Through his unbruised eye, Jin saw Boss Im take his gun out and press it against your temple with a mocking smile. Jin growled.

“You lose, your precious mate dies!” He threatened. Jin continued to growl, foam seeping from his teeth. With all his strength, he kicked the snow leopard off him, running at him and head-butting him. The snow leopard fell back with a groan but Jin didn’t falter and pounced on top of him. The hybrid on the ground swiped at Jin but Jin bit down into his arm.

The snow leopard yelped in pain as he gripped onto his bleeding arm. Blood leaked from the corner of Jin’s lips.

“I don’t lose.” The snow leopard charged at Jin again.

Jin jumped up and landed on the leopard’s back, making him fall forward. He placed his foot on the back of the leopard’s neck. If he wanted to, he could kill the leopard just like that. Half the crowd jeered at their loss while the other half cheered for Jin’s sudden upper hand.

“Separate them. The fox wins.” Boss Im told his men and they ran forward to take Jin away before he could stomp on the snow leopard’s neck.

“Once again, you’ve proven to be quite the asset, doctor.” Boss Im smirked, turning to look at you. With a wave of his hand, someone grasped your forearm to bring you back to your cell.

“W-Wait! Let me treat Jin, please! Your team won’t be able to handle his injuries.” You begged.

“Fine. Bring her to the medical suite.” Boss Im shooed you off. You were shoved forward, making you stumble. Jin’s face was badly beaten up but you could tell he was still conscious. You held his hand as his whole body shook, tears escaping his eyes.

“I’m... sorry.” He forced out.

“Don’t apologise. It’s okay, Jinnie. I’ve got you.” You hushed him and began to treat his injuries. Jin was so shaken by the whole experience.

“That’s enough.” You were wrenched away from Jin and both carried back to your cells. Before they could push you in, you walked in yourself, making them mutter a ‘b*tch’ under their breaths.

“Hyung!” All the hybrids were appalled at Jin’s state. Namjoon picked the elder up from where the henchman had tossed him in and laid him on the mattress.

“Hyung, can you hear me?” Namjoon leaned down.

“He’s traumatised, Joon.” You gulped.

“Jin didn’t want to fight. He was losing against his opponent and fighting the effects of the drug. The boss threatened to shoot me if Jin didn’t win. He manipulated Jin and forced him to fight, causing him to go feral. But thankfully, the other hybrid made it out alive. They were separated before anything could happen.” You explained.

“Poor hyung...” Jimin whimpered.

“Hyung, what will happen to me?” You heard Taehyung ask Yoongi behind you. It made you feel sick to think Taehyung would be like Jin. The cell gate opened again and you all turned your heads.

“What?” You frowned at the man.

“We’re not here for you.” They walked past you and grabbed Jimin and Hoseok. Jimin screeched, letting out hisses as a man leashed his collar. Hoseok growled warningly.

“Hey, what are you doing with them?!” You tried to stop the men but they easily flung you aside.

“Boss requested for them.” He smirked. Jimin whimpered and reached out for you but you were held away. Hoseok shouted and thrashed around. The other hybrids in their cells made a fuss.

“I swear, you hurt them and I will rip your heads off!” Namjoon growled.

“Let them go!” Yoongi shouted.

“One more thing, the boss said to let you know you’re fighting tomorrow.” The men pointed at Taehyung, who jumped and cowered behind Yoongi. Yoongi growled, flashing his canines at them, his black ears twitching. They laughed and just pulled the two hybrids with them.

“No, let them go! You’re hurting them!” You tried to grab Hoseok and Jimin.

“No!” You screamed and cried.

“Kitten, kitten.” Yoongi managed to grab your ankle and pull you to him. He and Taehyung held you, comforting you. Yoongi whispered sweet nothings into your ear while Taehyung stroked the back of your head.

“Chim... Hobi... This is all my fault.” You shook your head.

“No, it’s not, jagi.” Taehyung kissed your head.

“It is! Boss Im gave me an offer. I could leave with Jimin and Hoseok but I’ll have to leave all of you behind. I immediately declined, I’m not leaving any of you behind but now, this happened. If I just let them go, they wouldn’t be dragged out like that. Who knows what torture they are being put through.” You confessed and cried.

“Y-You were given a chance to leave? And bring Hoseok and Jimin with you?” Yoongi asked. You nodded your head.

“But I can’t leave knowing the 4 of you are still here.” You sobbed.

“Jagi...” Taehyung didn’t know what to say. Were they supposed to feel touched that you stayed for them? Or were you dumb for not taking the offer and rescuing yourself and two of them?

You didn’t know how long passed when the cell door opened again. You stood up from the mattress and rushed over to greet Jimin and Hoseok. Hoseok was beaten up while Jimin was having a full meltdown, shivering.

“Hoseok?” You stroked the hair away from his face. He coughed a little before opening his eyes.

“I-I’m okay... Chim...” He choked.

“Chim, Chim.” You slowly approached the calico cat.

“No! D-Don’t touch me!... Please...” Jimin hid his face in his arms, shaking his head as he balled himself up. You retracted your hand immediately, not wanting to agitate him even more. But you noticed that he was breathing so hard was turning blue.

“Alright, sweetie. I won’t touch you. But you need to breathe or you’ll pass out. Follow my breathing, Chim.” You said softly.

“H-Hold me?” He looked up at you, absolutely broken. You nodded and slowly moved towards him. Cautiously, you wrapped your arms around him and he flinched but let you draw his head to your chest.

“I’ve got you now.” You whispered.

“T-They... T-They touched m-me.” He sobbed. Your heart broke and you heard the other hybrids let out growls of anger, hearing Jimin’s words.

You remembered what you had first learnt about how ring masters treat their pets from Yoongi. Jimin must have had to relive that entire experience from his old owner. Whatever memories that he managed to forget or dissolved came rushing back to him, just like that.

“Shh. It’s over.” You knew whatever amount of comfort that you had to offer would not pull Jimin out of this trauma. He may not be as beaten up as Hoseok but he was definitely more traumatised.

“Come here, Hoseok.” You said and Hoseok moved over, laying his head in your lap as he closed his eyes to rest.

“They made me bait for the new training hybrids.” He said softly. You gently ran your hands through his hair in an effort to make him feel better. At the same time, you kissed the top of Jimin’s head. Yoongi was busy comforting Taehyung as well. The tiger was hurt seeing his best friend like that and he was afraid of his fight tomorrow.

“You’ll be fine, Tae.” Yoongi told the younger.

Turning your head, you met eyes with Yoongi. He stared at you and you blinked your tears away. He was thinking the same thing as you.

Just when will this torture end?

That night, Jimin’s nightmares were bad. You were woken up by his screaming and him scratching at his arms and legs. 

“Get them off! Don’t touch me!” He thrashed around. 

“Shh, Chim. It’s me. You had a nightmare. Don’t worry, I’m here.” You hugged him and rubbed his back. When the men brought in the meals for the day, you didn’t even let them look at Jimin as you hid him behind your back. They snickered and nudged each other playfully. 

“Put it down and leave.” You frowned. 

“What makes you think we will listen to you?” One of them crossed his arms. You glared at them. 

“Hey. Boss called for you.” A voice said and the men immediately bowed their heads to their boss’ wife, running off. You let out a sigh of relief. You haven’t seen her since the day the hybrids were brought in. 

“It’s okay, Chim.” You ignored her presence, comforting Jimin. 

“I’m sorry, I really tried my best to keep them away.” You knew she was referring to trying to stop your hybrids from being captured here. Of course, you knew it wasn’t her fault but from all the mental fatigue that you have been facing during your time here, your brain just needed someone to blame. And it had to be her. 

“I’m sorry.” She whispered again and left. Sighing, you brought the bowls of food over to Hoseok and Jimin. Hoseok ate slowly while you fed Jimin and yourself. 

Looking over, you saw Yoongi trying to convince a nervous Taehyung at least eat a little and Namjoon was slowly feeding a still battered Jin. 

“Hey, Jinnie. Are you feeling okay?” You asked. 

“I can’t believe... I... I almost.” He seized up. You grasped his hand. 

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, Jinnie. It’s alright. You know what that drug does to you. You weren’t in the right mind. You were manipulated, you didn’t have control over your own actions and the snow leopard is alive.” You comforted him to stop him from having an anxiety attack. 

-

It was right after dinner when Taehyung was dragged out. Yoongi tried his best to stop them from taking him as Taehyung struggled and growled against the leash’s pull. 

“Yoongi!” You gasped when they hit him with the barrel of their guns. Yoongi fell to the side with a groan, blood dripping from his temple. Taehyung thrashed around but they still managed to pull him away. Soon, you knew that they would come for you soon. 

“Ladies and gentlemen! Another debut fight! A tiger versus a lion!” The announcer said. Even if it was happening right before your eyes, you felt like it was mile away. Your eyes only focused on the door. 

“Why so glum?” Boss Im tilted his head mockingly, lifting your chin. 

“I hope you rot in hell when all this is over.” You spat at him. He glared at you, slapping your cheek. 

“It’s nice to hear you still hold onto ‘hope’.” He chuckled, wiping your saliva off his face and sitting back down in his throne chair. 

“It’s not too late to place your bets!” The announcer told the crowd. Your stomach churned as the door opened and Taehyung was pushed forward. The lion hybrid jumped out. 

Everyone cheered as it let out a loud growl. Taehyung’s eyes were dilated and red as he smirked at the lion. 

“Tae...” You whispered. 

The drug had taken over his system entirely. Taehyung didn’t even wait for the announcer to ring the bell as he rushed forward and pounced at the lion. The lion wasn’t too scarred though as he wrestled around with Taehyung. Taehyung didn’t have fighting experience but being circus trained made him pretty agile and smooth. 

“That all you got?” Taehyung laughed. 

“I’m just warming up, cub.” The lion wiped his lips and they charged at each other again. You looked away as you heard a crack of bones. 

“Call me that again.” Taehyung growled loudly and jumped on top of the lion. The lion slammed him against the wall, making his groan. Blood dripped down his temple like Yoongi earlier. 

“Please, Tae.” You prayed silently. 

“Sir-”

“Let him kill the lion.” Boss Im waved lazily, obviously not caring about the other fighter. He had a glint in his eyes, as if excited for blood to be spilt. Taehyung and the lion got some good hits at each other. Taehyung grabbed the lion by the leg and broke it. You winced and the crowd cheered as the lion yelped. 

“Finish him!” Boss Im commanded. The look in Taehyung’s eyes were unreadable. With one last pounce, he bit into the jugular vein of the lion. It was like Yoongi’s comeback fight. 

“Good show!” The boss stood up and clapped. 

“We have a new favourite in our hands.” He said to his men, who bowed their heads, nodding in agreement. 

You just focused on Taehyung still growled at the lion’s body, blood all over his body while he watched the lion fade out. The lion slowly bled out in front of Taehyung while Taehyung smirked deliriously. 

“Reward my new little monster with meat. And take her away.” You just let yourself be dragged like a sack of rice. Even as they shoved you back into your cell, your eyes were distant and dead. You couldn’t believe you just witnessed Taehyung do that. Your sweet, innocent, harmless Taehyung smiling at the body of a hybrid he just killed. 

“Snowflake?” Jin called but it fell deaf on your ears. 

“What’s wrong with her?” Yoongi frowned. 

“Yah! Idiot, where’s Taehyung?!” Namjoon asked the guy that brought you in and was about to leave. 

“Boss wants to treat his new little monster.” He smirked and left. Namjoon and Yoongi knew what happened. Taehyung’s fight must have been successful for Boss Im but horrible for you. You ran over to the bucket in the corner, emptying the contents of your stomach. 

“It’s okay, (y/n).” Hoseok rubbed your back. You couldn’t erase the image of the blood from your head. 

“My love/ Kitten/ Snowflake.” The others couldn’t reach you to comfort you but tried their best to do it with their voices and words of comfort. 

“(y/n).” Jimin whimpered by your side. 

“I-I’m sorry. I... I just need a m-moment.” You shivered. 

“It’s alright. Take all the time you need, my love.” Namjoon replied, leaning against the bars. You leaned back in Hoseok’s hold, putting your head against his chest. You felt your eyes roll to the back of your head as darkness washed over you. 

You woken up when someone knocked on the bars. You sat up, feeling the mattress below you. The cells were all empty, the boys were gone. You were alone.

“Where are the boys?” You asked. 

“Taking them to you now.” The person entered your cell, grabbing your arm and hauling you out of there. You tripped over your feet as you tried to follow him. It was scary not knowing where you were going. 

“Go.” You were shoved forward. Standing up, you realised that you were in the middle of the empty ring. 

“Hello, doctor. Sleep well?” Boss Im sat at his throne, looking down at you. 

“Where are the boys? What did you do with them?” You shouted at him. You didn’t like the smug smile he had on his face. It made your heart race as you were worried that he would do something to them. After all, you passed out before you could see Taehyung. Did he return to the cell after his fight? What about Jimin? Was he being tortured again? 

“Don’t worry, you’ll see them.” He shrugged. 

“What do you want?!” 

“Just conducting a little experiment. You’ll be helping.” He laughed. Before you could say anything, he sat back down. The lights dimmed and your eyebrows furrowed, just what was he getting at? 

“Hello?” You called. There was growling to your left. 

“Who’s there?” You stepped back but there was another hiss behind you, making you turn around. Eyes stared back at you. 

“N-Namjoon? Hobi?” You called. 

“No...” You gasped as the figures stepped into the light. It was them.

Your boys. 

They all growled and hissed at you. Their eyes dilated and red, just like Taehyung had been when he was fighting last night. You didn’t know where to go, you were surrounded by them. It was obvious they didn’t recognise you, they were completely drug induced and delirious. 

“Y-Yoongi.” You tried to call out to him but he just smirked at you, making you step back. You bumped into someone. 

“Jinnie.” You whimpered as he shoved you forward, making you fall to the ground. It would be impossible to fight them off. You were a human and they were 6 hybrids. 

“Boys, please. It’s me!” You constantly tried to break them out of the drug trance. They were circling you as you sat in the middle of the ring, like you were the prey and they were the predator. Fear coursed through your veins. 

“Snap out of it! Please, you’re scaring me!” You begged, watching them close in on you. Even Jimin and Hoseok were under the trance.

“Chim...” You reached out to him but he jumped forward, biting into your arm. Crying out in pain, you wrenched your arm from his mouth, cradling it against your chest, feeling your blood seep out from your deep wound. These weren’t your boys, they have gone completely feral. 

Taehyung growled and pounced forward, his palms digging your shoulders into the ground with a sickening crack. 

“Tae... Baby...” You cried in pain as you struggled to get out from his grip. 

He didn’t reply as he sniffed your blood. You cried as you tried to get out of the ring. You banged on the doors but no one would come. The boys all attacked you at once. You just took it, not being able to fight them off on your own. 

You didn’t want to fight them either, they were your boys. And they still are. You didn’t want to hurt them, you couldn’t bring yourself to.

Soon, the pain in your body turned to numbness. And yet, you couldn’t blame the boys. You knew this was out of their control. 

“Experiment success.” 

As you laid on the ground in your own blood, consciousness slowly slipping from you, you watched Boss Im stand up to leave. Yoongi wrapped his hand around your throat as they all looked down at you. You met eyes with each of them before you finally looked into Yoongi’s emotionless ones. You choked as you felt yourself get light headed from the lack of oxygen. 

“I’ll always... love you all.” You whispered as you mustered your last smile before your eyes fell shut.

~~

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[the-scooby-gang]

The school body of Coolsville High valorised their lives. That’s why any thought they had on the Heathers was said outside the school grounds. Far away from The Red Heathers ears and listeners . Not that helps any. They somehow still know of your slight agains them, there being one or not.

One of the topics whispered between the walls of the malt shop was a highly debated one: The Red Heathers didn't deserve a friend like Norville Heather Rogers 

Fiercely loyal and surprisingly friendly, seen who his best friends were, Norville “Like, call me Shaggy” Rogers didn't have any of the characteristics of someone everyone assumed would mingle with Fred and Daphne. In fact, when he had first arrived on the school, freshly transferred from some place in California, with a historic of anxiety and panic attacks, many pitied him.

“Poor Kid” they said “The Heathers will ate him alive” 

“How long do you think it will take for him to cry?”

 “I give him a week” 

“You are being optimistic. By lunch time, one of the traps will traumatise him beyond words. I give two days before he asks for a new transference”

But it never came to be. 

No one is quite sure what Fred Jones saw in the new kid, but the attack on the easy target never came. Instead, both Daphne and Fred sat down with him at lunch. Made conversation, asked to show him around. Becoming... friends.

For many weeks, everyone held their breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop. For the lanky kid to appear glued to the flagpole, without his pants, in tears. 

But the days passed and no nefarious deeds were committed against one Shaggy Rogers.

Many were confused. 

Why? 

The Heathers never made, what Daphne use to call, ‘Bad investments’ in regards of who they hang around with. What, exactly, tall, lanky Shaggy Rogers could offer to them, outside having the middle name Heather?

Some theorised it was because his family was loaded, they sell engagement rings after all.

Some said that they wanted to capitalise on the fact that, anxiety aside, he was the lead in the track team and was one one the best gymnast of Coolsville (with was a terrifying notion: someone with such physical prowess under Daphne and Fred’s command would have no problem climbing walls and roofs and planting god knows what kind of trap in there. Out of sight, out of reach)

Some thought it was because of the Giant Great Dane that followed the boy around. A service dog, Scooby Doo was as fiercely loyal as Shaggy himself and when, rarely, he wasn't with his owner, you could see the dog casually trotting side by side with the King or the Queen. 

Having a dog the size of a small pony just added to their image of “Don't fuck with us.”

But the truth appeared one month later. 

Already stablished as “A Heather”, Shaggy had developed a new found confidence. With his posture straight and a new fondness for yellow. 

(”Like, Daph, you and Freddie have, like, your color. And since green is already taken I was thinking, I don't know, yellow?? What do you think?” 

“That’s a marvellous idea, Shaggy! You know what? We should go shopping after class, so I can help you” 

“Thanks, Daph”

“Don't sweat over it, sweetie. That’s is what friends are for”)

Shaggy Rogers and Scooby were just walking down the hallway. Radiating friendliness as per usual. Until they weren't.

No one remember their names. The only thing everyone remembers about them was that they were both new transfer students. A tall blond cheerleader wannabe and a small jock.

They were new, poor things. They didn't know about the status quo. They didn't know to bend the knee to the King and Queen. For any new arrivals, the way  how the school worked was shoved down their throats by the ever looming presence of the Heathers power, but during Shaggy “initiation” as one of them they had been quiet. Non-threatening. Normal teens even. 

With had put the school in a state of unease.

But the fools, unimaginably tremendous fools, didn't see it. The warning on the faces of their fellow students that something was not right. They were new, and as such didn't know the rule they were about to break.

They insulted Daphne.

A comment on her blazer. The way she made her hair. How all the red mixed with her hair makes her look like a giant tomato. How that shade of lipstick made she look like a slut....

The Red Heathers had not yet arrived, but the students on the hearing radium on the conversation freeze. They may not be here, but they will know.

They always know.

The foolish idiots keep on laughing, not noticing that the entire hallway is now deadly quiet. Picturing their coffins most likely. No one notices Shaggy smile disappear or see the boy approach the laughing duo.

Shaggy’s first against the locker, barely missing the jock, wreaked that spell.

“You will watch that dirty. whore. mouth of yours when talking about my friend, or I will personally sew it shut”

He had barely whispered, but on the silence corridor it sound like a shout. They did a double take. Some gave a triple take just to be sure. The Shaggy they have come to know barely swore, much less threaten someone. 

But this was not Shaggy. The man in yellow is now unrecognisable from Shaggy and his cheerful eyes. 

His eyes were now cold and piercing. He stood tall, smirking gleefully when noticing that his 6,7f frame loomed over his targets. Even the energy around him seemed to change. Friendliness stepped aside to be replaced by Fear.

This was also a common topic in the relative safety of the malt shop: How reality seemed slightly distorted depending how Shaggy was felling that day. Some kids went as far as say that maybe that's was why Fred and Daphne became his friends. His reality bending powers must have made it so, they say, thats why when he is being friendly, we feel joyful in his presence, they say.  That when he is mad, you are bombarded by fear.

The cheerleader was paralysed. She was plastered against her locker, trying to look as small and as unthreatening  as possible. Her jock friend, however, in a moment of panic maybe, tried to punch his way out of the situation. Just for Shaggy to dodge the first like it was nothing. In a fraction of a second he grabbed the wrist of his smaller target and twisted his arm behind his back, shoving him face first against the locker.

“When I talk to you, I want a verbal answer. Or are you too stupid to figure that out?” Shaggy now demanded, his voice level, but not less frigid. “Now, where was I... Oh, yes. You and Misses failed abortion face here were laughing about my friend, wasn't it?” he asked, turning his face to look at the cowering girl, who was doing her damnedest to fuse herself with the metal, but still keeping her friend pined against the lockers like a misbehaving portrait.

“You,” Shaggy said, glaring at the girl so intensely they expected her to die by its force alone “Daphne warned me about people like you.” He turned his face back to the jock with a look of disgust before effortlessly throwing him over her lake a sad sack of potatoes “She told me about the slander. About the jokes behind her and Fred’s back. How pathetic little sacks like you two have your life mission to make them miserable”  with each word Rogers was getting more frigid, if that's was even possible, while everyone else looked in disbelieve when the pieces of the plan laid right in front of them, finally clear.

“You. absolute. pieces. of. jealous. shit can't see someone that seems slightly better than you that you want to drag them all over the mud isn't it?” he was shaking right now. Scoob, that had been by his side the entire ordeal, got closer to his owner. A silent support. “Just because they are rich, you think their life is a barrel of rainbows, that they don't suffer at all. That you can say your mean words all you want that Perfect and Rich Daphne and Fred will be unaffected”

His voice was breaking, he was clearly on the verge of tears. But if you looked at his face alone, you would think it was made of stone.  Scooby at that point, cleaver boy that he was, accessed the situation and started to growl at the two dumbfound pair on the ground, clearly deducing that they were the cause of his friends distress. Both pressed themselves harder against the wall, now with a pissed Great Dane looming over them

“So guess what? They may be more forgiving than any of you disgusting toads deserve, but while I'm still fucking breathing no one, AND I MEAN NO ONE IS GOING TO SPEAK ANY SORT OF BULLSHIT ABOUT MY FRIENDS! IS. THAT. CLEAR?”

“What is happening here?”

The sea of spectators of the passionate declaration of loyalty parted to show Daphne, her hands on her hips, with  Fred right behind.

Her face, however, didn't have her normal mythic bitchness, but a look of, what appeared to be, concern. 

That was when Coolsville High remembered a crucial fact about the Heathers, one they should have not so easily forgot: They were liars. Really.Good. LIARS.

Shaggy’s posture immediately relaxed and he went in long strides in her direction, engulfing her in a hug.

“I’m sorry I doubted you.” he was now crying on her shoulder, his sobs heart breaking “I'm so sorry. I... I thought that they count possibly be so... so cruel to you guys without... without motive” He looked up from his place in Daphne shoulder to look at Fred, them let go of her and went in his direction, now taking him in his embrace. While Fred soothed Shaggy with one hand in his hair, pressing his crying friends face to his red ascot, blocking his view from his surroundings, Daphne put her hand on his back and started slow circular motions.

What, in any other circumstance, would have being quite a  sweet moment between friends was broken by the fact that, the moment Shaggy’s face was out of sight, Daphne and Fred’s concerned looks melted away to looks of devilish delight, and the student body now felt a new dread in their souls.

“Don’t worry, Shag.” Fred’s voice was way too soft for the look on his face “We are used to it. It hurts... yes, yes it does, but me and Daph are strong. We can deal with it”

“But you shouldn't have to” Shaggy removed his tear stained face, once again hardened to stone, from Fred’s neck “Sorry for the ascot” he looked miserably to the tear spots on the fabric. Fred’s face once again melted away in a new expressions never seen in his face: A soft smile the recked of compassion.

“It is just an ascot, Shaggy”

That was the confirmation that it was all a very elaborate lie. It was not just an ascot. It was a symbol. The unofficial crown of the King of Coolsville High, together with Daphne’s Red Scrunchie.

Shaggy remove himself from the embrace with Fred and side glanced at the forgotten targets, silently trying to scape since the focus was no longer on them. Shaggy squinted his eyes. That won't do.

Shaggy gave a sharp whistle. Scooby, who had calmed down when the Heathers arrived, decide to lie down, close his eyes and relax a little from his exertion but keep his ears ready for any commotion, was up again in a second. Looking at his owner once again distressed face, Scooby was confused. Didn’t the Red ones arrived already? Looking in question to their faces, once again, in seconds, Daphne and Fred’s faces melted away to new expressions. This ones there were fairly used to.  After all they saw it every day in their victims faces: despair. 

His humans were in despair. Looking around for the reason, he saw the two threats from before moving away. With a growl of anger, Scooby advanced after them.

It was fascinating, seeing the large dog run, jump and pin down two grow teenagers with relative ease. It was terrifying seeing said teenagers being dragged by their ankles in on only, painful looking, bite. They were throwed like rag-dolls at the Heathers feet, all three of them now truly looking like a complete set. The yellow just seemed to fit in in middle of the red.

“Like, you think I'm done with you? No. You idiots are my example. SO THIS IS FOR EVERYONE TO KNOW. DON’T. FUCKING. MESS. WITH. MY FRIENDS” He glared at the crowd, like he suspected that all of them were guilty of the crime of bulling “poor Fred and Daphne”. Knowing Daphne, that was probably what she told him. With that remark, he grabbed the duo by their bloody ankles, making them both let out a whimper that was immediately silenced by one glare. And he dragged them like they weighted nothing thru the corridor, with the crowd opening up once again, going without stop to  the back doors.

The Red Heathers simply smiled like Cheshire cats, and, arm in arm, followed their loyal yellow friend.

They were never seen again, that duo. Some think that they were killed. Buried in unmarked graves just outside of town. Others think that the so much theorised cryptid abilities must have scared them into a new country.

Never the less, the message was clear. Even if Shaggy had gone back to exude joy by his presence alone, with Scooby being a cute pup right beside him. There was always going to be there, just under the surface, that fear. The knowledge that Shaggy was fiercely protective to the point of ruthlessness. That the joy in his eyes could so easily turn into ice.

So Coolsville High learned to fear once again.

Now they feared Daphne’s crocodile tears. Fred’s well crafted defeated looks.

For Daphne and Fred had seen in Shaggy what others didn't. In he’s first day, many have seen an easy target. Someone easy to break.

The King and Queen, however, had seen a Knight and his Dog. Stronger than what first appearances told. Honour bound and loyal. And so, so easy to train. 

[aw-eather]

Heather Watched the Extended Threads.

As if I haven’t already had a bad morning, lets emotionally torture ourselves shall we. Here is my running commentary:

Under a read more cause it was 8 pages of notes. 

That Previously On just shows that the main point of this episode is to get Sam and Jack together so if y’all don’t think they’re together after this, I have some news for you.

Gucci Douchebag making an appearance in the Previously On is not my idea of fun

JACOB I MISS YOU I AM ALREDY CRYING GOD HELP ME

Alright the episode has started with KERRY JOHNSON LOVE OF MY LIFE

Sam, you can’t be jealous, you’re literally MARRYING ANOTHER MAN.

Lol Jack you moron as if Daniel would walk through the door right now.

Sam is glaring at you funny just fyi.

But he’s right, Daniel is just waiting for y’all to be nice about him.

Oma I would like to order a plate of fucks to give about Daniel’s story at this point

Teal’c of the Tau’ri is a cute title I love that man

Aww I feel so proud of Teal’c.

FUCK OFF PETE

JAAACOOOB

Pete is so cringy

Jacob let Jack call him Dad once.. Pete has to wait until after marriage.

This is awkward as fuck

Pete you are so insensitive,

Jacob hates him. Same honestly.

You can tell he hates him tho, he’s not hiding it. My partners mum did a better job and she’s homophobic.

Sam is SO NOT in love with this guy

Oma being cryptic, checks out

Anubis makes me wanna punch someone.

This episode is really just tying up loose threads (probably hence the title) but its nice to know Pete is considered a loose thread 😊

Teal’c having to decide between the Jaffa and the Tau’ri is sad

Agh the newspaper and Daniel finding out about plans is an aggravating storyline

“I’m gonna marry him” reads the same as “Dad, I am happy”. Honey who are you trying to convince??? We don’t believe you.

“I know how happy he makes you” *Cut to Sam who looks nonchalant* *cut to Jacob who knows exactly what he’s doing and what he’s doing is attempting to stop her marrying Gucci Doucebag*

Selmak isn’t alive to make that call Jacob stop lying

I’M GONNA CRY AGAIN

She is really thinking about this. Like she looks like she’s second guessing herself constantly.

KERRY

JACK

KERRY AND JACK

JACK AND KERRY

WAKING UP TOGETHER

OH I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!

I love how soft and tender he is with her, I imagine he’d be the same with Sam.

I love how he cuddles her and kisses her and plays with her hair and that hand on her face I--- *insert heart eyes*

I just really love them so much I wish we got more of soft, boyfriend Jack

Trouble in Jaffa land lol

I think he did really like her though.

Anyway back to Half Ascended!Daniel

Oma ya shouldn’t have helped the first two times, that’s the fucking problem babe

I literally do not give a shit about Daniel, I’m sorry. I really try but I can’t

OH NO THE PHONE CALL SCENE

She is SO sick of Gucci Douchebag

I can’t believe he called her at WORK over FLOWERS

AND SAYING ITS URGENT FUCK SAKE

I love Peter in the back

Jack watching her

Jacob is playing matchmaker so hard I fucking love him

Sam’s face tho is sooooo funny LIKE DAD SHUT UP WE DON’T MENTION THIS IN FRONT OF MY CO

Oh the little sigh he does before telling her to go pick flowers I can’t handle that man, he’s so heartbroken its like a lost puppy

Jack smiles but his eyes say oh yeah, I lost her and she’s happy with someone else now. PLOT TWIST: she’s miserable

Sam looks hurt because she still loves Jack

FUCK ME IT HURTS THEY DESERVED MORE

Jacob don’t play dumb babe, we know what you’re trying to do

Oh she MAD MAD at Dad

Why is it ok to break some rules and not others, you ask? Because y’all are white and can get away with it?

Oma just stop helping people. You don’t need to help them, just stop. I don’t want to be an ascended being y’all suck

Chocolate or vanilla like go HOME WE DON’T WANT YOU HERE

Sam shaking her head no about getting blown up by aliens is so cute I love her so much

This feels like friends talking

Or like these two people I know who claim they’re in love but its always soooo awkward around them.

Generally speaking that’s my type like you haven’t had two alien boyfriends in the last 8 years babe

“I have a surprise for you” YOU BOUGHT A FUCKING HOUSE WITHOUT TELLING HER YOU CRETIN

THAT’S NOT A SURPRISE THAT’S CONTROLLING AND WEIRD

I hate that she looks happy. Don’t get me wrong I want her happy, I really do. And as much as I’m sure she loved Pete, she wasn’t in love with him. But I suppose she was happy for the first time with some one she could have… feelings are complicated, best not to have them honestly.

Jack has really long eyelashes. Just an observation.

That’s a lotta sugar, Danny boy. And Its not gonna make you any sweeter, I promise.

I love that he took the cup with him like he’s gonna drink it with THAT much sugar in it

Exposition, exposition, exposition.

Go away Anubis ya pain In the arse.

Oh the HOUSE

Have I said how much I hate that outfit cause I hate that outfit

It is a beautiful house to be fair but like…

Look at the PANIC in her eyes

I already have a problem with how they got engaged and the fact they stayed together after he STALKED HER.

Pete’s ability to control a situation and guilt trip her (literally he ran away and had her investigated by the FBI when she wouldn’t tell him about her work) reminds me of my ex. Which is probably why I hate him so damn much.

THE DECK SCENE

HER LOOKING AT HIS HOUSE

THE MUSIC

HE LOOKS GOOD IN DARK BLUE

I’M SORRY ITS ALL IN CAPS I’M TYPING AND WATCHING AND I’M SCREMING ON THE INSIDE DEAL WITH IT FAM I’M SORRY

THAT SMALL GRIN ON HIS FACE WHEN SHE SAYS SHE’S BEEN WORKING UP THE NERVE TO COME AND TALK TO HIM

TRUTH IS I’VE BEENTRYING TO WORK UP THE EVER FOR A LOT LONGER THAN THAT STOOP

ITS NOT GREAT JACK

YEAH BUT JACK HAS AN EVEN NCER HOSUE

SECOND THUGHTS

YES YOU ARE. GIANT MISTAKE INFACT

SHE’S REHEREDSE THIS SO MANY TIMES

KERRY FUCK OFFF NOW IS NOT THE TIME SWEETIE

THE BEER LOL

UES IT IS AWKKWARD

JACKS FACE OUCH

KERRY IS SO SWEET ASKING HER TO STAY FOR LUNCH

NO NOT DAD FUCK

Kerry caught him looking a little too long tbh

I’m not editing typos out of that btw it shows my rage

DAAAAAAD

JACOB YOU SWEET MAN

Oh sam honey I’m so sorry

I’m gonna cry again

FUCK OFF DANIEL JFC I literally do not give a shit

I only found out about Carmen’s death a couple months ago so I’m not gonna handle this well fam

Oh no

I’m typing and not looking again

Because Jacob is gonna tell her to go after Jack

I can’t breath

Six years ago

I’m not letting that go

It’s a continuity fuck up

Not that important but drives me nuts

No you’re not

He’s talking about jack

Come on sam he’s not dum

Everything you want is a house, a marriage and JACK

KERRY

LOVE OF MY LIFE

BREAKING UP WITH JACK FOR THE GREATER GOOD

I really like YOU Kerry

He’s so sad

He really liked Kerry

Retire please sir

Bye Kerry, I miss you already <3

If he told Sam he loved her right now she’d drop everything for him

He’s contemplating it

He’s confused but he’s thinking abut it because she’s stressed right now and ENGAGED but damn Kerry makes good points

More explanation and blah blah

Like if this was the main point of the story, there would be more talk of it outside of Daniel and we wouldn’t have just had 20 straight minutes if Sam and Jack pining over each other

Sorry can we talk about how PETE put a down payment on a house with OUT talking to her?? What if she didn’t like the neighbourhood?

Sorry I’m still mad about that

To be fair that green does look good on Daniel

Oma looks so proud

THEN STOP -B R E A K I N G- IT YOU GOOSE

Fuck sake woman

I’m so emotionally traumatised by this episode that I can’t remember half of what is added and half of whats in the 40 minute cut because I am repressing it lol. Obviously the scene with Kerry and the ones with Pete

NO JACOB

AND JACK BEING THERE FOR SAM

AND THEY MIGHT AS WELL HAVE SAID I LOVE YOU ALL OVER AGAIN

SORRY I NEED A TEN MINUTE BREAK TO CRY

OK I’m back

Sam looking at her like he wants to tell her he loves her breaks my tiny stone cold heart even more

He didn’t actually NEED to put his arm around her but they both actually really did need it

The way she rubs her thumb on his hand and leans into him I fucking can’t

AND MORE DANEIL FFS

Sorry I just feel like this was supposed to be the A plot, Dakara was the B plot and Sam/Jack was the C plot but it ended up Sam/Jack = A, Daniel and Anubis = B, Dakara = C

Took ya long enough to catch on, Danny boy

Good BYE PETE

You didn’t know shit from the beginning go home

That’s the same shade of blue Jack had on before… interesting

I mean it does have something to do with her father…

She will, babe, don’t stress

To be fair, to give him some credit, he took it like a champ

But also don’t be a creep ya know

Why does Sam’s jacket look awkward

She just looks awkward this entire sequence

INCOMING WORMHOLE

What, pray tell, is the point of the self destruct if it doesn’t blow up the gate? Isn’t that part of the point?

Daniel ya tit, that’s not gonna work

Fuck YEAH OMA

BEAT HIS FUCKING ASS

Now Daniel can come back to earth and be with Vala thanks

Literally the only time I like him is with Vala and then its with a push

This seems a little too convenient tbh

I know it was OMA but this episode just feels…. Disjointed

Ah but will you destroy it? Probably not knowing the Jaffa

I wonder if Sam and Jack have spoken by now. Clearly not the same day because different clothes.

I’d say two days since Dad?

Ack Naked!Daniel

Jack is so AWKWARD I LOVE HIM

SAM CAN’T LOOK AT HIM

BRA’TAC IS ENCOURAGING THIS BULL SHIT

F I S H I N G

I can believe it, Sam.

She’s leaning towards him

Aw that giggle

That look she gives him

They’re so happy

This was the perfect ending

It should have finished there

How much time passed between then and s9 I wonder

At least a month right because Sam had been away a month?

Well that was good.

Hurt my heart but it was good

Final notes:

Jacob and Janet deserved better

I want more Kerry

They should have stopped at s9

Sam and Jack are together now, TRY and convince me otherwise

I’m thinking of smutty fic ideas for the cabin please stop me

Thanks for coming along on that emotional roller coaster ride. Ended up being 9 pages of dot points so I’m sorry! But I feel like I’ve said my bit.

Oh one last thing

Fuck Pete 😊

[doctor243]

The End of the World

Ok here’s the IronWidow I promised you lol

Chapter 3: Comfort

Summary: “This is how the world ends. Not with a bang, but with a……” or How I feel Endgame should have been written.

AO3

Pairing: Tony Stark x Natasha Romanoff

“Any news?” Natasha took a bite out of a PB&J sandwich. Her hair had grown longer in the past three years, and she now had it in a ponytail.

The older man sighed and shook his head. “There haven’t been any signs of his appearance since the last massacre.” Nat nodded, steeling herself.

“The Chinese Secret Societies?” She asked.

“No, the Italian Mafia,” he looked at her sympathetically. “Nat, if he doesn’t want to be found, he won’t be. You know that,” he said gently. “He’s got the same S.H.I.E.L.D. training as you.”

“I know,” she smiled at him sadly. “But I still have to try.”

The colonel nodded solemnly and reached to end the call.

“Rhodey,” she called out. He paused and looked at her. “Thanks for doing this.”

He just smiled at her and hung up, his image fading into pixels on the hologram projector. She let a small sob escape her lips as she fell back into her chair and brought her hands to her face. The Red Room had taught her how to eradicate any outer indication of emotion, but that never meant that she had none. It was a simple choice of hers whether to display the emotions or to hold them inside. But the Red Room had only prepared her for infiltration and interrogation and assassination and intimidation. Never would she have dreamt of being ready for death on such a large scale caused by beings from other planets, or superpowers that had only been true in fantasy.

“Still can’t find the little birdy?”

Nat’s head whipped around to find Tony leaning against the door frame of the hologram room. She shook her head, not trusting her voice.

“Oh Natalie,” he sighed, walking over to her while she snorted humourlessly at the name he used. “Come here.” He opened his arms to her.

Without a moment’s hesitation, she threw herself into his arms and wept, tears falling shamelessly and arms tight around his middle. The past three years had seen many of their hugs, and many of their tears. They had become each other’s confidant, helping each other to heal, even when the world seemed to have done so swimmingly.

“I need to find him, Tony,” Natasha whispered.

“I know, Nat,” he soothed, his warm hand rubbing circles on her back.

“He was there when I had nobody,” she continued. “He gave me a chance to have a new life, and without him, I never would have been a part of this team.” Her grip tightened on him. “This family.”

“We’ll find him,” Tony promised.

“I need to be there for him,” she cried again, heart aching as she thought about how he must have felt when he lost his wife, his children, and his entire world. And yet, a tiny part of her wondered if she actually wanted to find him. What could she do if they found the archer? She had nothing to offer him that could dampen his pain.

“We’ll be there for him,” Tony whispered once more, and Nat finally smiled as something clicked in her mind.

We. Us. Family.

Tony roared, the sound ripping through the entire cabin and breaking the blessed silence of the night. The door to Natasha’s room was flung open and the redhead shot out towards the source of the sound. She ignored the way her heart clenched at the pure sorrow that she heard in his voice. Yet when she ripped his door open, ready to rain down all the wrath and fire that heaven and hell could offer, his voice had reduced to a low wail, and her heart only dropped further. His hands were covering his face, but through the gaps of his fingers, she could see his frantic eyes darting around, as streams of tears leaked down his knuckles.

“Tony,” she whispered, inching forward cautiously.

He didn’t appear to register her voice, but his voice had died down to a soft whimper and an occasional sob. She continued to gently close the distance between them, hands held in plain sight as though she were approaching a wounded wolf. The nearer she got, the more she noticed his shaking body and hiccupped breath.

“Daddy?”

Immediately, Tony snapped out his stupor and looked to the door, where the silhouette of his beloved daughter stood. Natasha turned around as well, unsure whether she should usher the girl out the room or allow her to comfort her father.

“Hey baby,” the mechanic choked out with obvious effort. “What’s going on?”

“I heard yelling,” Morgan mumbled, rubbing her eyes. “’s everything ok?”

“Of course, Morguna,” her father smiled shakily as he trembled out of the bed and opened his arms invitingly. “Daddy just had a nightmare.”

Natasha sighed with a fond smile and ushered the sleepy girl forward. “Give your father a hug and go back to sleep.”

Morgan drowsily wrapped her arms around Tony’s neck and mumbled something incoherent. Nat noted his rattling hands calm a little as he took in a deep whiff of Morgan’s scent and his touch confirmed the reality of the situation. When they finally parted, she gave him a kiss on the cheek before stumbling blindly towards her bedroom. The master assassin followed her out as she gave Tony a look of concern.

“I’ll be back,” she assured him. “I’m just gonna put her to bed.”

Morgan had fallen asleep the minute her head touched the pillow, and Natasha couldn’t have been more grateful that she could hurry back to Tony’s side. She found him in the same spot she’d left him – at the foot of the bed, knees propped up and eyes staring into blank space.

She gingerly took her place next to him and placed her hand over his and waited.

“I was on Titan again,” he whispered after a very long few minutes. “And Peter was disintegrating in my arms. Again.”

Natasha gripped his hand even tighter.

“I couldn’t even preserve his ashes, Natasha,” he grunted. “Not a single one of his atoms.”

Still, Natasha said nothing. What could she say? Any word uttered would be a poor comfort to a broken heart. So instead, she stood up and pulled him into bed. He followed wordlessly, and she pulled up the quilt, before wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

“Hold on tight,” she breathed. “I won’t disappear.”

He didn’t reply, but his arms grew secure. When she woke up in the morning, he was still holding her.

“…and then I swear, she just caves!”

“Holy crap, Tones I hope you got that on video,” Rhodey laughed, his arms crossed in amusement.

“I wish I did,” Tony mused regretfully.

“What’re you talking about?”

The genius turned around to find Natasha walking into the hologram room.

“Oh nothing,” he teased. “Just how Morgan flashed her puppy eyes at you and you caved to her request for ice cream.”

Natasha rolled her eyes and stood next to him. “Your daughter is too cute for her own good, Stark.”

“She gets it from her dad,” he smiled before looking at the rest of the participants in the room. “Alright, now that the boss is here, we can begin.” Natasha swatted his arm while Steve laughed and Okeye smirked before beginning her update.

“Daddy! Can we have cheeseburgers?” Morgan bounced over to her father cheerily with a grin.

“I don’t know, sweetheart,” he smiled as he picked her up. “We have to ask Aunt Nat. She might want something else.”

“I love cheeseburgers!” she hummed.

“Me too,” he laughed. “So you need to ask her really nicely okay?”

“Okay!” she agreed. “Aunty Nat!” she called when they got into the house.

“Hello, my little munchkin,” Natasha smiled fondly. “What’s going on?”

“Can we have cheeseburgers?” she asked with a grin.

Natasha looked over at Tony’s knowing smile and decided to play. “Hmm I don’t know, sweetie,” she placed a finger on her lips. “I kinda wanted pasta today.”

“Do the eyes, Morguna,” Tony whispered excitedly. “Do the-” Nat’s hand shot out and slapped over his mouth. She didn’t need the little one to know how much power she held with those compelling eyes. Tony’s eyes narrowed while Morgan looked around, confused. Suddenly her hand felt a wet slick and Natasha yanked away with a yelp, a shiver shooting straight up from the base of her spine to her head.

“Oh my god, did you lick me?” she cried out incredulously.

“Did you not expect me to?” he sniffed. Morgan just chortled gleefully while clinging to her father.

Natasha just walked to the sink in disgust. “Ugh, fine, we can have cheeseburgers.” Morgan cheered in victory while Tony watched her, a smug smile on his face. When the father-daughter duo left to procure their dinner, Natasha wondered why she couldn’t stop thinking of his tongue on her hand.

“Can’t sleep?”

Morgan shook her head as she rubbed her eyes. Natasha just smiled and walked over to pick her up. The adults had been in the living room reading when the little angel had trudged down the stairs, looking frustrated.

“What’s wrong, love?” her father got up as well.

“inon’tknow”

Natasha laughed as she rocked the little girl in her arms. This little bundle of joy that brought her so much peace after so much devastation. “I have a great idea,” she thought out loud.

“Uh-oh,” Tony teased.

“Let’s build a blanket fort!” She suggested, locking eyes with Tony. His eyes widened a little before they filled with warm familiarity.

“And hot chocolate,” he finished with a smile.

“Exactly,” she answered, green eyes sparkling. Morgan giggled in agreement. She liked hot chocolate.

Twenty minutes later found the trio huddled underneath the cover of blankets, the only light coming from the lantern in the fort, and a mug of steaming drink in each of their hands. Tony and Nat, of course, had their additional secret ingredient, while they decided to give Morgan a little less sugar in hers. Nevertheless, she loved it.

“Did I ever tell you the time I met Uncle Steve?” Tony asked his daughter, who shook her head, a moustache of whipped cream decorating her upper lip. Natasha smiled by the side, reaching over to wipe it off. “Well I hated him.”

Morgan gasped in surprise. “Really?”

“Yep,” he confirmed, before continuing the story and putting a lighter spin to it – he didn’t need a traumatised five-year-old on his hands. By the time he was finished, their mugs were empty, and the child was asleep. He gently stroked her hair and gently placed a kiss on her forehead.

“Alright,” he groaned, climbing out of the tent and picking Morgan up. Natasha slid out as well, picking up the empty mugs and placing a kiss of her own on the girl’s head. She’d grown attached to the sight of Tony’s paternal affections and they must have rubbed off on her. “I’m gonna put the little miss here to bed. You go and get us some refills.” The redhead perked up with a nod, a hint of a smile forming at her lips as she bounded to the kitchen.

When he returned, she was already waiting for him, curled up under another (another??) blanket with renewed cups. She watched him climb in and join her with a chuckle. This blanket fort was smaller than the one they’d built in the tower, years back, but it was just as comfortable, and possibly even more cosy.

“She’s such an angel,” Natasha sighed contently.

“Yes, she is,” Tony hummed, taking a sip from his mug. His cheeks were starting to get a little pink, but to be fair they’d gone a little strong on the Irish Cream. To be further fairer, Natasha’s cheeks were kind of rosy too.

“You know, I found her grabbing cookies out of the jar and she said they were for you.”

Tony looked up in astonishment. “I never got any cookies,” he gasped, flabbergasted. “How could you let her lie to you like that?”

“Well,” the super-spy answered, finishing her mug. “She has her mother’s smile.”

“She does,” the Mechanic agreed softly, before turning to look at her. “But she has your kindness.”

“Me?” she snorted, rolling her eyes. “There’s so many things wrong with that statement.”

“Why?” Tony challenged, a spark in his eyes. “Because you’re not birth mother?”

“Well that,” Natasha huffed, suddenly exasperated. She didn’t want to have to spell it out for him, even if he was teasing her. “And I mean, ‘kindness’ is not exactly the word most would associate with the Black Widow.”

“That’s true,” he replied with a chuckle. “But I would associate it with ‘Natasha Romanoff’.”

She looked at him with a quirked eyebrow (there was that dangerous, dangerous eyebrow) and frowned. “Stop kidding,” she warned. She was getting a little upset by how irritating he was being. There was no need to dive into her can of worms.

“You are probably the kindest person I know,” Tony insisted, placing a hand on her wrist. “So kind that you don’t even know it.” She scoffed, but he insisted on continuing. “Who waited until the last possible second to close the wormhole just so that I had a chance of returning to this world?”

“Anyone would-”

“Who was the only one who could calm the hulk down?”

“That’s cuz-”

“Who immediately started relief work when she got back to New York? Who moved five states away to be by a lake just so I wouldn’t be lonely? Who organises meetings across the galaxy so that we’re still connected? Who helps me through my nightmares without a single complaint? Who spent the last three years looking for her best friend? Who still hasn’t given up?”

She finally shut up and broke eye contact, her fiery green eyes burning into the pillows they were lying on.

“Who took care of my daughter when I was stuck in space?” He whispered with a hint of pride, brushing his thumb against her cheek. She looked up at him, a small hint of defiance in her eyes, still unwilling to accept his praise. Was she hearing gratefulness? There was a warmth in his voice that made her suddenly nervous, and she bit her bottom lip. Nervousness was unfamiliar to the Black Widow. She’d sooner swallow the head of the source than allow herself to be seen as flustered. …not really a viable option here.

“Morgan is as much your daughter as she is mine,” Tony said finally. “You’ve raised her alongside me. I couldn’t have done this without you.”

Her eyes started to sting as tears threatened to spill. Judging by Tony’s glistening eyes, so were his.

“Thank you.”

Natasha closed her eyes and breathed. “You don’t have to-” She froze when she felt his lips on her forehead. His lips, slightly chapped, lingered for a little, before he pulled back. The spot burned as her cheeks did, and her heart threatened to break through her ribcage. She stopped breathing. Why was this happening? Displays of affection were no stranger to her, and she was thoroughly trained in physical manipulation, so there was no reason for her to have such a strong reaction to a damned kiss on the forehead.

The only problem was that this wasn’t a physical action, it was one of the soul. She could feel his sincerity and emotions in that kiss, and the silent message: “you are part of my family…if you’d like.” Tony seemed to sense her shock and pulled back.

“Um…Nat?” He asked cautiously. “Are you-”

It was her turn to interrupt him. She reached out and grabbed his shirt, pulling him in as their lips crashed together. She heard him breathe in sharply in surprise, but when she persisted, he melted into her embrace and reciprocated, fingers gently reaching into her hair and tangling themselves into her hair. She groaned as her lips moved against his, the pool of nerves in her belly raging like a bag of beaten snakes, as if she were a teenager again. She barely registered the feeling of spilt hot chocolate on her thighs when she hooked a thigh around Tony’s hips and straddled his waist. His hands roamed the curve of her back while her hands desperately explored every inch of his torso, all the while, the sounds of breathy moans and shifting sheets filled the air.

“Tony,” she gasped when she finally pulled away. She was an absolute sight, her lips swollen, her chest heaving and her cheeks red for a reason other than the alcohol. “Tony,” she repeated.

“Nat,” he answered her, hair messy and panting just as hard, and she soaked in the view, her heart thundering in her ears while her hazy green eyes roamed over his panting chest, the glow of the housing unit from under his shirt, and his piercing eyes, before resting on that infuriating smirk that was still on his lips. Natasha bit her cheek – she had to kiss it away.

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Roanokes Parents/Seasons

Did I misunderstand the prompt? Probably. But here’s Jo’s dads because I love them.

“Are you sure we’re ready?” Leo asked. James nodded. 

“As ready as we’ll ever be.” Leo grabbed his hand and squeezed it gently.

“Then let’s go get him.”

They walked in the orphanage, looking around for an adult to talk to. They stepped carefully as children ran rampant around the building, laughter and giggling filled the air along with a sense of sorrow. They finally found one, an older woman with grey hair who was talking to a pair of kids.

“So, now you see why you can’t just take things that don’t belong to you?” she asked. The pair nodded. “Alright, now go get that toy and give it back to your brother.” The two pushed past them and rushed out of the room, the woman gave them a kind smile.

“Hello, gentlemen, how may I help you?” 

“We’ve come about Jo, we called earlier this week?” Leo said. She nodded.

“Oh, yes, I remember. I’m so glad you two want to take him in, he has a bright future. He’s been here about a year and I hoped he wouldn’t be here much longer, it can be traumatising. We try out best here, but growing up without parents and kids always coming and going can be hard,” she explained.

“Can we meet him?” James asked.

“Of course, he’s back here.” The woman led them to a room to the side, which had a row of beds a few feet apart. 

They were all various states of disorganised, with toys or clothes or blankets strewn about. On the farthest bed, a young boy sat, fiddling with a few blocks. 

“Jo, dear, could you come here please?” The boy reluctantly walked over to them, folding his hands in front of him.

“Hey there.” James knelt down to his level. He hid behind the old woman a little bit.

“Darling it’s okay,” she assured. “So, he’s three, been with us about a year we weren’t given any reason for him to be put in the system, we just got him one day. The only thing is he does have autism, but it’s not incredibly severe.”

“Hey, little buddy.” Leo came down, resting his hand on James’s shoulder.

“So, what do you think?” James questioned. Leo looked at him and smiled.

“He’s perfect.

~

April hugged a seven-year-old Jo tightly.

“I understand Jo, they’ll understand too!” Jo looked at her with tears in her eyes.

“Do you really think so?” April nodded furiously.

“They’ll love you no matter what, I promise.” Jo breathed deeply.

“Let’s go.”

They pushed open the door to Jo’s house, Leo was cooking something while James read the newspaper, sipping coffee out of a mug.

“Hey, buddy! Hey April! How are your parents today?” April flinched.

“Mom’s with the doctors again, but Jo wants to tell you something.” She moved back, standing behind Jo and grabbing her hand to offer some assurance.

“What is it, honey?” They both came over.

“Dads, I’m not a boy. I don’t feel like one.”

“Are you a girl, or another gender?” James asked. 

“I’m a girl.”

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes.”

There was some discussion between the two adults.

“Let’s give it some time before we do anything big, a few weeks…”

“Is it too early for hormone blockers?”

Jo didn’t understand what those words meant. With one glance at April, it was revealed she didn’t either.

“Alright, sweetie. Do you want to get some new clothes this weekend? Your papa and I have to work this week.”

“Yes, please!”

“Alright, we love you, Jo.”

“Wait, do you still want that to be your name?” Leo interjected

“Yeah, but my full came can be Josephine.”

“Okay, thank you for telling us, dear,” James said.

“ Thank you, dads!” She ran up and hugged them tightly.

They smiled. She had grown so much since they adopted her.

[phantomphangphucker]

Phango - Danny’s Family Only Body Worlds Interactive Display

(Family Reunion + Dissection + Post-Reveal) *PP Compliant 

Fenton’s are a family of scientists and Danny’s basically a scientific marvel. Now that the whole family, and the world, know they’re even more curious. Sure, dissection was not a listed family reunion activity, but Danny’s honestly a bit of a messed up person.

“And this is my liver”, Danny holds up the organ and lets the kids and a couple of adults inspect it, many mouthing ‘wow’. Danny tilts his head down and points into his open chest and abdominal cavity, pointing to where the organ had been inside him. “You can see how it would be cuddled up with my one lung and kidneys. And if you really look you can see how it’s already reforming”, Danny tosses his liver up in the air playfully, while a few people do indeed lean closer; gaping a little at being able to actually watch the organ slowly reform.

Danny grabs and flips around a scalpel and uses it to push around his lungs some, making his core more noticeable. Grabbing clamps from his metal medi box to pin back either side of his dissected skin flaps a bit more securely. Tracing his fingers over the unusual shape of his lungs, “now for those of you familiar with organs you’ll probably notice my lungs are a bit funky”, poking at his core and looking at the little crowd and smiling slightly, “my Core’s much more important so really, makes sense my lungs just got the fu-Hell out of the way”.

Jazz watches from one of the setup tables as Danny is rather animatedly wiggling around one of his lungs after popping it out, still fully attached to him at least. This was firmly not how she was expecting today to go. For one, a Fenton family reunion seemed like more than just a bad idea. That many eccentric hunters in one place? Yeah, bad. Add in Danny revealing himself to the entire world -seriously little brother, why? Why did you do that in front of the live tv crew?- and she was sure this was going to go bad. And yet... Jazz has to make a damn point of not gagging at Danny just letting one of the curious youngsters poke at and squish at part of his small intestine. How was this not going to be traumatising to such impressionable minds?

Danny chuckles down at the kid before just deciding to pull out a length of intestine and lay it across a table he just levitated over, leaning back with his hands behind his head after pushing a container of scalpels at everyone. “Feel free to dig around”, chuckling again at all the gathered adult relatives not even wasting a beat before slicing open portions of his intestine; promptly poking around the insides with their gloved hands, children leaning over their shoulders.

Danny barks out a laugh at the sight of Aunt May pulling out half a pencil and looking at him with confusion. Making Danny fall back off the little stool he’s sitting on, yanking his intestines with him and sending a few scalpels flying; one of which stabs him in the eye.

Danny floats back onto the stool cradling his intestines before plopping then back onto the table; everyone looking at him with either worry or mild annoyance while he yanks the scalpel out of his eye.

Waving everyone off, “sorry ‘bout that, here”, handing Jester -who’s apparently the grandfather of his dad’s brother's wife’s adopted sister- back his scalpel. Danny points at the pencil aunt Mays still holding and chuckles a little, “I have swallowed a great many things. A pencil is honestly one of the least weird things”. This seems to get everyone rather curious again, digging around his intestines with renewed vigour; curious over what they may find.

Danny’s leaning back on his hands when his mom comes over, smiling down at him a bit sweetly before looking rather unimpressed, “care to tell me why little Levi is running around with what’s clearly a green liver?”.

Danny blushes a bit and rubs his neck, “they’re not, like, playing hacky-shack with it or something are they?”.

Maddie opens and closes her mouth, having been about to say that even for Fenton’s that would be a bit weird but based off of Danny’s growing knowing smirk...She turns and looks back to the kids, sighing at them doing exactly that. She’s honestly a bit impressed and curious at her boy’s organs being durable enough to tolerate being kicked around very literally. Looking back to Danny and glaring slightly, “their shoes are going to be horribly stained now. They’re not even wearing protective gear, Danny”.

Danny shrugs while the other relatives look at the kids a little worriedly, Danny replying with slight amusement, “oh ecto-contamination isn’t nearly as bad as hunters have always thought”, chuckling and gesturing to his displayed intestines and eyeballing uncle Fezz who is honestly getting a bit close to overstepping boundaries by just digging in Danny’s torso to prod a kidney. Looking back up to his mom after uncle Fezz has the awareness to look a bit sheepish, “I mean, Sam’s handled my innards without protection more times than I’ve gone to class this year”.

Maddie sighs, at least school was going easier on him now that the school board was accommodating his heroism. Looking over the gory viscera covered table with a slight smile, it was a bit nice the rest of the family getting to join in with this, even if she herself had become quite familiar with toying with Danny’s organs. Before looking back to Danny and pointing towards his chest, “you’re healing up a bit”.

Danny tilts his head down, the flaps of his skin have partly stitched themselves back together over his chest and some new skin reforming underneath the pinned sections. Danny wags a finger humorously at his chest, “ah ah ah, I don’t think so”, before grabbing up one of the scalpels and slicing away at the skin. At least no one here was going to cringe or question his pain tolerance, that’s Fenton’s for you.

Jazz sighs over Danny’s antics and buries her head back into her book, it was a pain being the only relatively normal person in the family. Or at least the only one that actually still associated with the ghost hunting side of the family anyway. Though this was just her dads' side of the family, none of mom’s relatives were here. And thinking of Danny, that was probably for the best. Mom was the only ghost hunter on her side, and arguably the only really weird one.

Tilting her head back and attempting to ignore Danny explaining how his stomach acid could dissolve ectoplasm and likely proving it. With Danny being public news she’s sure mom's side of the family will want a little reunion as well. She seriously hopes Danny knows better than to even consider putting himself on a halfa body works field trip with that part of the family. Shaking her head at remembering this morning, since of course, like always this had been sprung last minute.

-Cut To This Morning-

Jazz had just finished stirring the creamer into her morning coffee when her mom came into the kitchen, clearly having just gotten off her cellphone. Mom glares at dad, “you’ve been ignoring your phone, Jack dear. Julian just called, there’s going to be a Fenton reunion in Elmerton and”, looking to Danny, who’s got a spoon in his mouth, “they are insisting the ‘world-saving hybrid’ just needs to be there”.

Danny quirks an eyebrow and swallows, “they're not going to dissect me are they?”. Jazz isn’t sure if Danny’s being justifiably paranoid or smirking ever so slightly; which is honestly more concerning than it has any right to be.

Dad shakes his head, “we may all be weird but they’re great! There’s no way they’d hurt you!”. Mom nods, clearly agreeing, “they don’t want you there as a science experiment sweetie”.

Danny over dramatically snaps his fingers, “drat, I’m going to have to take the initiative then”, before kicking off the ground and phasing through the ceiling, returning with an arguably oversized metal box.

Jazz sighs, Danny needed way too much therapy. While her parents exchange a glance and smile slightly. Mom ruffling Danny’s hair, “I’m glad you’re so comfortable with our science but maybe don’t open up with an invitation for dissection. You haven’t even met many of them”.

Danny laughs, “oh no, I’ll be opening up much more literally. But I’m not just going to walk in and scream ‘who wants to dissect me!’. That’s more for after mingling a little. Granted no one tries to shoot me”.

(No one was really surprised when one person, a distant relative named Hames, really did try to shoot Danny. But that’s what you get for revealing yourself internationally)

-Return To Present-

Jazz gets jolted out of her thoughts when someone yells, “Danny! Put yourself back together! Food’s ready!”. Closing her book to the sounds of disappointed moaning and groaning from the little circle that had come to surround Danny’s little horror show.

Danny smirks at Jazz as she walks by him, shaking her head, as he’s scooping up his intestines and stuffing them back in haphazardly, popping his lung back in to slip comfortably around his core. Unpinning his skin flaps and tying them into a little bow around his waist to hold everything in, then throwing a stained shirt over the exposed mess.

Pausing after taking a couple of steps, he felt a little too light, tilting his head before muttering, “well shit, kinda need that”, and then tilting his head up and yelling, “alright! Who’s got my stomach!”.

Multiple people laugh while twice removed aunty Ali -who clearly has a similar sense of humour to Danny- comes over with said organ on silver plated platter and bows to him exaggeratedly. Danny grins wide and makes a show of looking both overwhelmed and blessed, “but I couldn’t possibly stomach something so one of a kind”, before taking it.

Sitting down and holding up the base of his t-shirt with his mouth while he busies himself with reattaching his stomach, since it was honestly faster than regrowing organs. He would actually like to be able to stomach his food thank you very much. Though he does appreciate someone loading up his plate for him.

Danny can’t help but smirk at how all the food is green coloured in some way. Though that does make him ever so slightly paranoid that someone could have possibly accidentally added in a bit of his organs.

(In retrospect, he probably should have paid better attention to people running off with his internals. Since someone absolutely did exactly that. Though he’s pretty sure no one else noticed and it’s probably better that way).

End.

[davieslandon]

WHO: Landon and @amchopraofficial​ MENTIONED: @monroephile @lorencourtier @romanbeckett @theharrykingston @aaronhart93​ @zanebishara​ @timmyteehill​ DESCRIPTION: Landon texts Avery about being invited to their place and they end up taking the piss out of each other. Landon jokes about telling Monroe she loves her and Avery teases Landon about having a type.

BIG BRO So apparently I'm invited over?

LIL SIS yeah! mars misses elle and i want to introduce you to waffles

BIG BRO Great! so this isn't at all about what I texted Monroe? LIL SIS you and monroe were texting?? BITCH, i swear if you told her what i told you it's on sight BIG BRO ye of little trust I didn't say anything about what you told me i was just...teasing her a little LIL SIS

you're my brother am i MEANT to trust you?? BIG BRO Of course! Blind brotherly trust I'd never do anything to hurt you yadda yadda LIL SIS ... uh-huh... you're the epitome of trust all three feet of you and your hedgehog self 100% the definition of trust totally completely yep yep

BIG BRO i take it back i'm going to text her and tell her all about what you told me IN DETAIL right now that's what you get for making fun of my height AND calling me a hedgehog AT THE SAME TIME

LIL SIS BITCH!!!!! DON’T YOU DARE BIG BRO WATCH ME I’M DOING IT RIGHT NOW LIL SIS DON’T YOU DARE I’LL SICK WAFFLES ON YOU DON’T TEST ME, BOY BIG BRO OOOOOH I’M SO SCARED OF YOUR CAT

LIL SIS YA BETTER BE PUNK ASS LIL BITCH BIG BRO I WROTE THE MESSAGE AND I’M GOING TO SEND IT UNLESS YOU APOLOGISE FOR CALLING ME SHORT LIL SIS CAN’T APOLOGISE FOR SOMETHING FACTUAL BIG BRO 'Hi Monroe, I won't be able to come over today because my bitch lil sis is in love with your ass and I don't want Elle to have to see you two getting your shit together and FUCKING WHILE SHOUTING YOUR LOVE FOR EACH OTHER I'm already traumatised from what I saw, don't need to traumatise my daughter as well' LIL SIS YOU FUCKING LITTLE SHIT DON’T YOU DARE SEND THAT I’LL BEAT YOUR ASS MYSELF DON’T YOU DARE BIG BRO I’D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY LIL SIS DON’T TEST ME BIG BRO SHOULD I ADD EVEN MORE TO THAT MESSAGE? LIL SIS DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE LANDON BIG BRO 'she's never been in love with anyone the way she is with you but she's a COWARD and won't tell you SO I'M TAKING THINGS INTO MY OWN HANDS' LIL SIS YA BETTER NOT TAKE THINGS INTO YOUR OWN HANDS BITCH DON’T YA DARE BIG BRO I HAVE TO IF ANYTHING IS GOING TO HAPPEN because YOU WON'T DO IT LIL SIS I'M WORKING ON IT!!!!!!!!!!!! I TRIED THIS MORNING BIG BRO pffffftttttt LIL SIS BUT MARS WAS BEING CRABBY BIG BRO yeah, right LIL SIS IT'S TRUE!!!!!!!! BIG BRO and how did you try LET’S HEAR THIS the party was ALMOST A WEEK AGO are you telling me Mars has been crabby THIS WHOLE TIME?? LIL SIS ... i'm not sure i should give you the details of the first hour of trying to tell her... LISTEN BIG BRO .....really??? LIL SIS LISTEN LISTEN LISTEN BIG BRO ........REALLY???????? LIL SIS KINDA HARD TO SAY "I LOVE YOU" WHEN I'M BARELY ABLE TO SAY A COMPLETE SENTENCE THAT SOUNDS EVEN REMOTELY ENGLISH BIG BRO TOO MUCH INFORMATION I DID NOT WANT TO KNOW THAT LIL SIS THAT’S WHAT YOU GET BIG BRO I’M TRAUMATISED LIL SIS GOOD BIG BRO I ALREADY THREATENED TO SHARE EVERYTHING ABOUT HOOKING UP ON THE DANCE FLOOR TO MONROE YOU WANT ME TO TELL YOU ALL ABOUT IT TOO?? LIL SIS JFSDLGHDFJGHDFJGHDFLJGHFDLG i’m good, thank you now don't you dare tell her or i swear BIG BRO TOO LATE LIL SIS LANDON BIG BRO SENT MY MESSAGE ALREADY OOPS LIL SIS LANDON I SWEAR TO GOD BITCH ASDKJFHSADKFJGHDFKJG I'M GONNA KILL YOU AND MAKE IT LOOK LIKE A BLOODY ACCIDENT HOW DARE YOU BIG BRO 😬 THAT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR NOT APOLOGISING LIL SIS FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU GO FUCK YOURSELF WITH A CACTUS THE FUCK, MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BIG BRO 😱 THAT’S JUST  RUDE I WILL GO FUCK MYSELF ACTUALLY I NEED IT BUT WITH SOMETHING A LITTLE MORE GENTLE THAN A CACTUS if you catch my drift 😏 LIL SIS a hedgehog? ya nasty BIG BRO YOU CAN'T CALL ME A HEDGEHOG THEN TELL ME TO FUCK A HEDGEHOG and you call me nasty?? LIL SIS I MEAN HEY, IT'S BASICALLY ANOTHER VERSION OF SAYING GO FUCK YOURSELF, I GUESS but you better not tell her that i love her or i s2g BIG BRO WELL FUCK YOU TOO ughh fine i guess i'll keep it to myself OR WILL I? LIL SIS i haven't found the right moment yet, okay??? i keep trying and failing and it's just??? becoming more difficult??? every time i try to tell her, something goes wrong. i just don't get it maybe i'm not meant to be with her? what am i doing wrong?? BIG BRO you might be the biggest coward i know but that doesn't mean you're not meant to be with her you know what you need? DATE NIGHT A romantic night with candles and a nice dinner and all that shit LIL SIS speak for yourself, mister 'i'm still in love with roman' bro, the only food i can cook that isn't automatically awful is breakfast food how can i make that "romantic"??? BIG BRO oh wow you actually WENT THERE you little bitch LIL SIS AM I WRONG??? BIG BRO DETAILS. I'll have you know I'm sort of seeing someone SO HA! also, heart shaped pancakes LIL SIS who sorta looks like an off-brand roman, but okie dokie this isn't valentine's day, landon BIG BRO 😱😱 TAKE IT BACK you're going to get me IN TROUBLE ASSHOLE do you want romantic or not???? LIL SIS NOT MY FAULT YOU HAVE A TYPE i just want to find a way to tell her and not have everything crumbling down every time i try maybe i should just give up maybe i'm not meant to be with her like that BIG BRO JUST BECAUSE THEY BOTH HAVE CURLY HAIR DOESN'T MEAN I HAVE A FUCKING TYPE you are depressing and an idiot maybe your first mistake was trying to tell her with a CHILD running around and causing distractions?? LIL SIS tall, curly brown hair, light eyes, cute smiles. i dunno man, how dramatic is ob!roman? shut UP hey, i've also tried telling her when it's just us two!!!! BIG BRO FUCK YOU 😒 AT LEAST I TELL PEOPLE WHEN I LIKE THEM LIL SIS  AGAIN, AM I WRONG?  FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK OFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF BIG BRO SO WHAT IF THEY LOOK A LITTLE SIMILAR? LOREN'S FRENCH....see??? different ok here's the plan even though you really don’t deserve my help I'll take Mars for the night, you prepare a nice romantic night, drink some wine and tell her then i'll bring back Mars and tell her myself when I realise you didn't do it which is why "new boy" is off-brand roman LIL SIS  OH, PISS OFF, YOU TWAT! BIG BRO STOP CALLING HIM NEW BOY HE HAS A NAME AND YOU KNOW IT What???? that's the thank you i get for my fantastic idea???? kids these days no appreciation whatsoever LIL SIS  oh, right, my fault sorry, ob!roman roman jr? am i close?? you are NOT going to tell her i love her BIG BRO ASSHOLE LIL SIS  that is meant to be between me and her, okay? BIG BRO BITCH LIL SIS  his name is asshole bitch?? that’s unique BIG BRO I HATE YOU SO MUCH LOREN his name's fucking LOREN LIL SIS feeling's mutual 😇 see, even their names sound sorta similar/kinda rhyme loren, roman say it out loud BIG BRO i CANNOT believe you LIL SIS  me??? BIG BRO YES YOU LIL SIS YOU'RE the one going after a guy similar to your ex!!!! hell, even /harry/ was almost similar to roman though that's more of a tad stretch but they’re there BIG BRO HOW IS IT MY FAULT IF THEY LOOK A LITTLE SIMILAR AND I HAPPEN TO LIKE HIM??? what. WHAT Harry and Roman DO NOT look alike LIL SIS brunets, light eyes, tall (at least, compared to you), cute smiles is harry naturally curly?? just wondering BIG BRO everyone's tall compared to me in your books 😒 ....no comment LIL SIS again, am i wrong?? LANDON, IS HARRY NATURALLY CURLY??? LANDON???? BITCH, ANSWER ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh my god holy fuck, he's naturally curly I KNEW IT!!!!!!!!!! BIG BRO I DON'T KNOW OKAY LIL SIS  👀 BIG BRO i might have seen some pictures of him with curly hair BUT THAT DOESN'T MATTER LIL SIS uh-huh whatever you say, sonic BIG BRO IT DOESN'T LIL SIS WHATEVER YOU SAY, SONIC BIG BRO FUCK YOU FINE I HAVE A THING FOR CURLY HAIR  HAPPY NOW???!!! LIL SIS  NO THANKS, I'M GOOD oh, it's more than "curly hair", but A for effort, sweetie BIG BRO JUST TAKE IT  I’M NOT GIVING YOU MORE THAN THAT although it does help if they have a big dick I'll tell you that 😏 LIL SIS bitch, i don't like this "although" EW, STOP THAT i mean i already know ro does BUT I DON'T NEED TO KNOW ABOUT OB!ROMANS GROSS BIG BRO ......how do you know how big Ro's dick is? oh, it's very well-endowed I know from EXPERIENCE definitely not GROSS LIL SIS  gross, stop, stop talking about ob!roman #1 and ob!roman #2's dicks please don’t need that info don’t need that image #gross BIG BRO YOU DESERVE IT AFTER HOW MUCH SHIT YOU'VE BEEN GIVING ME are you sure you don't want to know about the very lovely sex we had a few days ago? also i haven't forgotten HOW DO YOU KNOW HOW BIG ROMAN’S DICK IS LIL SIS SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP bro, i've been working with him on Rocketman- he wears some VERY tight pants hard not to notice BIG BRO oh true but he gets hard while wearing VERY tight pants? that’s...uncomfortable  LIL SIS jaycee's sometimes there at practice and he's sometimes texting on his phone during breaks do the math BIG BRO OKAY I DON’T WANT TO KNOW  forget i asked LIL SIS good sonic :) BIG BRO fuck you again do me a favour don't go around telling Harry and Lo I've got a type pleaseeeeee LIL SIS again, not interested BIG BRO that would be AWKWARD and UNNECESSARY LIL SIS and don’t worry, i won’t

BIG BRO good LIL SIS  but i feel like SOMEBODY'S gonna notice at some point BIG BRO PFFFTTT no they won’t anyways  back to you and the romantic dinner you're going to plan LIL SIS you sure? oh my god BIG BRO I’M SURE  THANK YOU i have the perfect dish for you to cook

huh? huh?  LIL SIS ... OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR, i can order something from the cove instead? BIG BRO but but but THAT DISH IS PERFECT but yeah order something from the cove LIL SIS i am not going to have food tell monroe that i love her before telling her myself first that's what valentine's day is for BIG BRO you're obsessed with valentine's day LIL SIS better safe than sorry with the cove BIG BRO can't a person do something romantic without it being February 14th? good point so you’re doing it? romantic dinner? 

LIL SIS I'M JUST SAYING, with v-day, you sorta get some slack for being uber cheesy romantic i’m... going to try i don't think it's gonna work but i’m gonna try BIG BRO ok that's true but there's nothing wrong with being very romantic i like romance  don't tell anyone i said that i didn’t think i’d convince you i'm very impressed with myself YOU’LL BE FINE LIL SIS listen, i suck at being very romantic. ask all my exes really? i’m not surprised your type is a very romantic type I WILL NOT BE FINE BIG BRO i don't have to ask, i got that on my own when you dissed my pancake hearts idea what that i like romance? that's so not true YOU WILL

LIL SIS again, it's cheesy and works better for v-day the tall light eyed and curly brunets club says different, but okie doke YOU REALIZE I'VE BEEN TRYING TO TELL HER SINCE FUCKING NEW YEARS, RIGHT??? BIG BRO at least you have valentine's day covered already, YOU'RE WELCOME liking tall and curly guys doesn't automatically mean i like romance??? since New Years??? WHAT THE FUCK'S WRONG WITH YOU?????!!! LIL SIS ... you missed my fucking joke/word play and at this point, i'm not gonna explain it to you a lot, but that's for another day and you're not Tee BIG BRO please?? :pleading_face: thank god I'm not i can barely handle my own drama LIL SIS "your type is a very romantic type" romantic  ROMANtic finally get my drift? BIG BRO 😑 i’m not amused LIL SIS i swear, tee's about to become the richest man in kingsboro soon well considering you didn't get it the first time, neither am i now BIG BRO hahaha he totally is! lucky guy...or not, depending how you look at it that’s how UNAMUSING it was  LIL SIS eh, it's a win-lose situation? WELP, i, for one, am excited to meet ob!roman #3 in the future i'm sure he's a blast BIG BRO you never learn do you? LIL SIS now that's just rude BIG BRO YOU DON'T DESERVE TO HANG OUT WITH HIM LIL SIS FOR SPITTING OUT STRAIGHT FACTS?!!??!?! BRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WACK BIG BRO FUCK YOU....AGAIN HE'S NICE i really like him LIL SIS AGAIN, not interested, not your type either i’m sure he is OH, SHIT!!! THAT'S ANOTHER SIMILARITY!!!!!!!!!! okay, i'll stop now BIG BRO you're really not....too annoying for my tastes FUCK OFF should i have found an asshole so at least they're not similar in your eyes?? LIL SIS feeling's mutual, sonic sooooooooooo are you saying should you have gone for aaron?? possibly, yes BIG BRO that's...true but also disgusting Getting together with Aaron would be like fucking my brother no thank you what do you mean yes??? LIL SIS i do not need that image in my head, yikes it means that i am messing with you BIG BRO neither did i but you brought it up so now you deserve to have that image stuck in your head bitch LIL SIS shhhhhhhhhhhhhh, we speak no more of this slut BIG BRO are you slut shaming me? 😒 bitch i've slept with like 4 people in my life LIL SIS i'm shaming you and your incredibly non-diverse type ... OKAY, so maybe i'm the slut in this family BUT!!!!! i haven't been in a very long time but that's besodes the point *besides BIG BRO i know what i like and i'm not scared of getting it, that deserves a fucking award you are, glad we’re in agreement because you're in loooooooove LIL SIS yeesh, pardon me for keeping my options open 🙄 dfghdfjghdfjg i literally ended up ghosting one of my fuck buddies for roe tbh and that was even BEFORE i realized i had feelings for her ... holy fuck, i've been in love with since the day i met her basically BIG BRO that's lame what poor fuck buddy so basically you're finally admitting what i've always known? that you’re a loser LIL SIS yeaaaaaaaaaaah, not one of my best moments 😬  i feel so shitty about it, especially because i would like to have a strictly platonic friendship with him. i just... didn't really know how to tell him that while also trying to explain WHY i was ending it before fully knowing what it was i was feeling for roe[14:48] i actually saw him recently  first time in over a year YIKES on yikes oh, piss off, ya damn wanker BIG BRO yeah i'm sure he really got the impression you want to be friends when you ghosted him with no explanation :grimacing: oh fuck what is it with people we don't want to see coming back recently? well, it’s been a year so i’m sure he’s over it nope, i'm telling the truth LIL SIS LISTEN!!! i've never really been good talking about my feelings!!! it wasn't until monroe when i started to actually /try/. before, i typically would've ignore my problems and run away. which is shitty, i know that. but i'm trying so hard here[14:51] god, it was... something. that's for sure as long as luca and liza don't show back up, i'm good[14:52] whatever, sonic BIG BRO i know you're trying hard i’m proud of you ....just try a little harder so maybe you can actually be together? i’m begging here LIL SIS IT'S SO FUCKING HARD TO I START FEELING CONFIDENT ABOUT IT THEN BAM  SO MANY WHAT IFS BIG BRO maybe don't tell her face to face LIL SIS THEN THERE COMES ALL THE REASONS WHY WE SHOULD STILL TRY BIG BRO i know it sounds bad but what if you like...write her a letter or something LIL SIS THEN IT GETS SO COMPLICATED fuck, i don't know... what if she thinks that's not as genuine as telling her face to face? god, what if i've been seeing things that aren't there?? BIG BRO i don't know, i think it's still pretty romantic then again i was married to a writer so i kind of have to think that SHUT UP. you’re not trust me LIL SIS  this isn't going to work if it was, i would've already been with her at this point BIG BRO it's not working because you're too scared and you're messing up your own chances LIL SIS liza never thought that writing my feelings out in a letter was genuine god, monroe's gonna think the same i just know it BIG BRO liza can fuck off LIL SIS i don't think i can do this BIG BRO it's very genuine trust me LIL SIS i can't ruin what we already have i can’t lose her too BIG BRO you WON’T LIL SIS yes i will!!!! every time i try to be honest about my feelings, i lose them!!! miles, liza, luca, max; i was too scared to tell miles i was falling for him and i lost him. i tried to be honest with liza and luca and max, guess what? i still lost them i’m going to lose roe too BIG BRO she loves you too I JUST KNOW IT LIL SIS thta’s literally just how things are for me  BIG BRO you won't lose her LIL SIS she's my best fucking friend, lan i can't risk doing anything and losing her i can’t tell her i can’t risk it BIG BRO How did we go from romantic dinner to this? i’m going to come over there  and SMACK YOU LIL SIS that’s child abuse  i'm your BABY sister, remember? BIG BRO I DON’T GIVE FUCK LIL SIS  rude. but i truly wish i wasn't the way that i am. maybe things would be easier. maybe i'd already have her idk i love her and want her so much BIG BRO then you tell her before it’s too late I know what I’m talking about LIL SIS but literally everything about my past proves that i never get what i want and if i lose her i have no idea what i'm going to do with myself i'm still waiting for the inevitable day that i lose mars and won't have him in my life anymore i just can’t lose either of them BIG BRO You’re not going to lose anyone Look at it this way LIL SIS they both deserve so much better than me BIG BRO you’re annoying and i hate you but i’m still here So why would they leave? That’s not true You’re a wonderful mum to Mars LIL SIS i'm a stripper whose baby daddy is an "ex" drug dealer cps would have a field day knowing that fact alone mars and monroe are the most important people in my life and i'd lose my mind if i lost one of them; i can't imagine what would happen if i lost them both i'm so constantly scared all the time i'm so comfortable with her and have told her things i haven't even told you about but then i try to tell her that i love her and i just clam up BIG BRO It’s normal to be scared and I get why you’re so scared of telling her, I really do LIL SIS and then it becomes so conflicting because i can SEE us being able to work on things together and make us work and i WANT that so much BIG BRO

But I’m so sure she loves you too and I hate seeing you like this knowing everything could be so much better if you tell her LIL SIS  but then i'm also scared that in the end, despite all of our hard efforts, it still doesn't end up working in the end, because i'm just so use to that i love her i love her so much and would do anything for her and i want to tell her and i want to try to make us work she's already helped me and inspired me to become a better person than i was this time last year but i'm so use to everything eventually going to shit at the end and i just can't imagine my future without her so what happens if i do lose her? what do i do? BIG BRO YOU WON’T FUCKING LOSE HER I PROMISE YOU What if she’s feeling the same???? And that’s why she hasn’t told you??? Then what you just go around each other in circles for the rest of your lives until one of you gives up and finds someone else? LIL SIS she deserves someone better she's the most amazing person i've ever met i’m just me BIG BRO i’m going to kill you you’re infuriating I’m going to say this just once so listen well LIL SIS so i’ve been told BIG BRO YOU ARE AN AMAZING PERSON AND YOU DESERVE LOVE AND HAPPINESS AND IF SHE DOESNT SEE THAT THEN ITS HER LOSS LIL SIS do i??? i literally told you not too long ago that i literally ghosted someone whom i truly wanted to befriend over a year ago. i have constantly pushed away and hurt and lost so many people, including my high school best friend. including max. i've constantly made so many bad choices over the past six, almost seven years of my life and have hurt so many people. i can't hurt mars and monroe, too, and end up losing them as well BIG BRO You can’t base your whole life in bad choices you made in the past!! Do you have any idea how many fucked up things I did?!? Does that mean I don’t deserve to find love again? Don’t answer that.  we’re talking about you You deserve love!! LIL SIS i need to go buy some more groceries i’ll talk to you later BIG BRO You’re running away from me Fine 🙄 LIL SIS  landon i just it’s hard to believe that okay? after everything i've done and after hurting so many people, it's hard to believe that i deserve something as good as those two it just doesn't seem like something that should be a possibility for me BIG BRO yes i love her i love her and mars more than anything else that's why i'm so scared of losing them BIG BRO i think they’re worth the risk LIL SIS i know  i wish i could stop being so scared BIG BRO Can I just say though if you’re so scared of losing her ...maybe you two should stop FUCKING LIL SIS ... shut up

BIG BRO Nope 

LIL SIS  OKAY, i seriously need to go buy groceries, byyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee BIG BRO Byeeeee

[meg-tann]

Happy Birthday handsome

Bucky x Reader

Continued from the fire in eyes - NOT CHAPTER TWO 

You shot up from the bed sweat rolling down your forehead. Turning to look at where your husband Bucky slept, only to see him sleeping soundly with soft snores coming from his mouth. "It was all a dream," you muttered to yourself softly, sighing. You adjusted your pillow and made yourself comfortable by cuddling up against Bucky, he shifted slightly but wrapped his flesh arm around your waist pulling you closer to his body. Finally, you went back to sleep again.

*The next morning*

"Should we wake her up?" "I don't know." "She promised though." "Yeah"

"Mummy, wake up mummy it's daddy's birthday" You heard the voices of your 4-year-old twin girls Samantha and Aaliyah whispering while softly shaking you. You had promised them that you would bake some cupcakes for Bucky (Decorated like a plum ;) ) as a birthday surprise from the girls.

"Ok, ok I'm up. Shhhh! Daddy's still asleep." You whispered putting your index finger up to your lips while looking into their bright blue eyes. They were wearing their Captain America pyjamas, courtesy of Steve, had their brunette hair tied up in pigtails that lay messily on their shoulder.

"Come on sweet cheeks," You said patting both their bums, shooing them out of the bedroom to give Bucky some privacy while sleeping because well, he sleeps naked...

It would be a traumatising if they caught him like that.

Once we arrived in the kitchen, you lay out the ingredients and equipment on the countertop before dragging over two high chairs for Sam and Aly to stand on.

They started mixing all the ingredients, under the supervision of yourself. You thought back to last night, why would you have a dream or a nightmare like that? What scared you was that it was so vivid and detailed, it still makes you shudder in thought now. "Mummy? Mummy" You heard Sam call for you, making you snap out of the daydream. "Yes, dear? Are you guys done already?" You asked staring down at them, watching them nod in unison. That always scared you and Bucky out, you know, twins doing the same things at the same time. Yeah.

"Alright, why don't you guys start on the icings, I will pop this in the oven and then I will come back and help." You said, for 4-year-olds they were incredibly smart.

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You watched them intently as they iced the cupcakes, trying to copy pictures of plums from off your phone screen. They had their tongues sticking out in concentration as they piped the blue icing around the top of the cupcake before sticking a cake pop decorated like a plum that you made the night before on top.

"Why blue sweeties?" You asked curiously. "Cause daddy is a boy and boys are supposed to like blue!" Aly claimed excitedly. You chuckled at their slight ignorance but come on their four. They still think boys in school have 'Cooties' as they call it.

"Alright, are you guys done? Daddy is gonna be up soon" You said looking up at the clock hanging on the wall, the time showing 10 am in the morning. They nodded and showed their finished pieces.

"Oh my! Aren't they just stunning" You gasped.

Alright, let's go wake daddy up, shall we?" You said mischievously before taking their cupcakes from their hands. We walked up to the bedroom you shared with your husband Bucky and quietly opened the door cringing when it squeaked loudly. Thankfully that didn't wake Bucky up. You stared at your husband in amusement he was curled up in the duvet, his muscular back exposed but his lower half covered. Thank goodness.

You watched Sam and Aly run towards Bucky and jump on his chest while shouting daddy trying to get him to wake up. Even though you knew he was awake when they screamed it first, They didn't.

"DADDY!DADDY!WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! IT IS YOUR BIRTHDAY!" you saw them still trying to get Bucky to 'wake up'.

"Bucky Babe, Give them a break. Open your eyes." You said chuckling at how out of breath your daughters after that. You watched Bucky's eyes snap open immediately, his bright blue eyes that mirrored Sam and Aly's staring at them. He chuckled and kissed them both on the nose. "I'm sorry принцесс, thank you so much."

You handed Sam and Aly their cupcakes watching as they switched them with each other. This making Bucky burst out in laughter as you blushed, your cheeks heating up and turning a light pink tone.

"These are for you daddy we made them with mummy this morning," Sam mentioned "But we decorated them and made it ourselves?" Aly said confused looking up at her slightly older twin sister.

"Yeah, but mummy did measure everything. make the plums as well as bake them for us" Sam argued with her sister.

"Alright, принцесс Sammy and Mummy made hers together." "But Aly made it herself," Bucky said calming the two girls down. "I love them both equally" He continued taking a huge bite out off both the cupcakes at the same time.

You giggled at his silliness. You watched him try and swallow both the bites at the same and ultimately failing.

"Alright guys, I think it is time to go take a bath. Uncle Steve, Uncle Sam, Uncle Vision, Aunt Wanda and Aunt Natasha are coming over in 5 minutes."

* I'm sorry, I felt the need to write even the slightest bit of smut* *Skip it if you like, it isn't as graphic as some others that are bound to come soon*

You watched them rush to their room excited to see their aunts and uncles again. You climbed onto the bed straddling your insanely gorgeous and well-built husband while leaving kisses on his metal arm then sucking on his throat below his protruding Adam's apple.

Bucky moaned in pleasure as you continued kissing down his chest.

He took in a sharp breath when you started kissing his V-lines before coming to a stop. "God doll, you really know how to tease a man." He said annoyed yet turned on.

"I know.."You smirked up at him continuing your previous actions. Starting at mouth and throat then down his chest and then lifting the covers slightly exposing him.

You lightly blew on his sensitive skin and placing a small kiss on it. He let out the most pornographic groan loudly, his eyes widened and slapped his hand around. God, you loved it when he forgot how loud he really was. You covered him up again and moved to straddle him again. Only this time you could feel him pressed up against your inner thigh. "Mmmhmm, Happy birthday handsome," You said peck on his lips each word.

You started making out with him roughly, pressing your lips against his and shoving your tongue in his mouth and battled for dominance against yours. You started to grind your hips against him, him groaning and you moaning through the kiss. You ran your hands through his freshly cut hair and pulling on it hard, grinding your hips harder creating friction between you guys.

"Cough Cough Cough" You heard a voice come from the door of your bedroom. You immediately stopped your actions much to Bucky's dismay turning towards the door. You groaned annoyed helping to cover your husband's cock with your legs, failing slightly from it being even larger than before due to him being turned on by previous events.

*Smut ends* (for now)

You saw Steve and Sam by the door covering both your daughter's eyes with their arms. Sam smirking at you and Bucky cheekily and Steve staring at you shocked and disgusted.

"Uncle Stevie? Uncle Sammie? We can't see" They said. "I know pumpkins, but we can't let you see right now cause mummy and daddy are planning something very special for you and Sam on your birthdays," Steve said

"Let's go outside and wait till mommy and daddy finish alright? We can go do shopping and get ice cream till then ok?" Sam said before mouthing 'Fix that first, we got it' thrusting his hips and making the blow job sign. You and bucky glared at him and they both ran out.

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outside*

Steve and Sam put some music on and put headphones on the two girls before filling Wanda, Natasha, Vision in on what is about to go down.

"They were about the fuck, and we told them to continue. We need to bring them shopping and get ice cream with them for about 2 hours" Sam explained bluntly while pointing at the two twins playing on each of their phones.

Wanda, Natasha and Vision just nodded before ushering the girls out of the house.

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*Back in the room*

"I'm sorry baby, I took it too far," You said looking down "Are you joking? fuck doll that was so hot" "The only thing is that you have to fix this now," He said pointing at his large boner. you bit your lip and smiled at him.

"Alright then Sarge, where were we?" You asked him using his rank name before ripping off your tank top and throwing it somewhere in the room. you pushed the covers to the ground and taking off your shorts and underwear at the same time leaving you both naked. you quickly jumped to rub your own clit in front of him, your wet pussy on full display as you pleasured yourself on bucky's chest juices flowing down and onto his stomach.

“fuck fuck fuck bucky, your fingers are amazing' “You like fucking me with those metal fingers while you jerk off?” “Oh god yes baby yes' bucky whined while reaching behind you to stroke his own cock, his hand speeding up and his moans getting louder.

You felt his hips buck each time he stroked himself. You wanted to pleasure him yourself but him masturbating his got to be the hottest and most stimulating thing ever. 

You grabbed his metal hand and sticking two fingers into your pussy, the sight of your walls contracting and adjusting to his fingers while pushing out even more juices was just... Fuck. 

You could feel bucky start to take control of his own fingers, this man...this man will be the end of you.

“Please Bucky...I need more”

“Harder”

“Faster”

“Deeper?”

“ALL!” “OH GOD BUCKY ALL!” You screamed

“Since you asked so nicely, He adjusted his position, now you were below him. he still continued to give you sight by continuing to stroke that thick cock. He pressed his lips against your wet cunt before sucking you dry, he stuck in another two fingers and setting an even faster pace, if that was even possible.

“Come on doll.. scream for me, scream my name”

“Let everyone know how good I make you feel” 

“YES BUCK! OH FUCK! OH SHIT! FUCK MY PUSSY AND I WILL GIVE YOU A BLOW JOB! FUCK! FUCK! SUCH A BIG COCK ON DISPLAY FOR ME!” 

“DON’T STOP BUCK”

“JAMES”

“JAMES”

“DADDY!”

he curled his fingers inside you and started to scissor his fingers at your G-spot, He leaned on his knees while stroking his cock and finger fucking you, loving how your back would arch in such immense pleasure holding onto and gripping the bed sheets as if your life depended on it.

"Fuck Bucky! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! FUCK" you screamed, 'James' and 'Bucky' falling from your lips as you continued to rub your clit and finger yourself. 

“Yeah? You gonna cum all over my hand? So fucking gorgeous” He said letting go of his insanely hard cock to bite down on your nipple. You pulled and tugged at his hair.

Soon enough you came, you could feel the cum rushing out you and drenching bucky’s hand in cum, Euphoria crashing into you as you relaxed.

"Holy shit doll, look at what a mess you made," Bucky said making you look down at his arms, abs, chest and thighs. They were wet and glistening, cum dripping down the sides of his body. Holy shit you just squirted.

'fuck y/n you are such a sexy doll, pussy so wet, squirting all over your daddy' 'so sexy, driving me crazy' his hand going back to his cock, squeezing his cock tightly and moving his big hand up and down his equally as large cock.

“Oh god- there you go darling. Yes...feels so good baby don’t stop shit”

Bucky fell back on his back, his legs spread out wide giving you a show, his hands went back to stroking his hard cock extremely fast while massaging his balls. 

“Fucking hell y/n right their doll. such a good girl” He cried out, His tip was painfully red and you watched as he got himself off, his thumb sliding over the tip and rubbing the pre-cum over his large cock. he looked so fucking beautiful and fuck you were getting wet just watching him again.

You had enough, he hasn’t cummed yet so you took matters into your own hands. You climbed towards him, his eyes were screwed shut from pleasure so he didn't see you. You wrapped your lips around the tip, smacking his hands off him. His eyes snapped open and let out the most pornographic moan you had ever heard. Fuck it was hot. 

“Fuck doll.. your mouth feels like velvet. YES YES YES MOUTH SO WARM”

'fuck I’m not-no-not gonna last.FUCK!' bucky cried out, strings of cum shot from his tip landing everywhere, your stomach, the bedsheets and his hand and thighs.

"That is what you call man-squirting," You said rolling off your husband and cuddling up to him. He chuckled.

"Happy birthday Sargent James Buchanan Barnes"

'Thank you doll" Bucky replied  

"Just so you know Sarge cause this isn't the only time today you get this treatment today..if you cummed like that for me just squirting, good luck tonight baby," You said.

a/ N: I don't really know what this turned into, I guess I just got really horny all of a sudden. Don't worry I will write an actual chapter 2 for Fire in eyes.

Alright, love you guys! Bye  

[fightevilandthengetblownup]

FIC: Heard The News (TWEAKED)

It had been four weeks since she found out the news she had yet to share with her monster. Just over thirty days, actually, if she'd found out a week earlier then the month would have been out on the calendar as well. As it was, it was a week until Halloween - what would normally be a busy time for her of back-to-back hunts and calls to hunters all across the country as the things that went bump in the night went a little crazier - and Jo didn't have a single hunt prepared for herself and instead found herself hunting a way to disguise the fact that it was the third day in a row she'd had her head in the toilet bowl for most of the afternoon.

She didn't /not/ want to share the news, it was just... it just shy of six months ago that he'd came back. Cold, blocked off and haunted with something Jo didn't quite know yet. His mumbled words and half finished sentences, alongside the tragic image that had burnt itself into her mind of his slumped shoulders and that splattered blanket, didn't paint a pretty picture but all she could gather was that from his disappearance late the year before and tearful goodbye to her to the moment she entered that nursery; his whole world had been given to him and then snatched away. She didn't know how the little girl he had had was taken from him, but as he'd only just started opening up to her again two months before, she was reluctant to bring up anything life-changing.

Jo hadn't actually known about it at all, her habit of skipping sugar pills some months as well as her focus being more on the withdrawn man who'd started to mutter in his sleep saw to her neglecting to realise until the fateful night in a bar. Her reaction when she first saw the other monster wasn't like it had once been; their joint flights from town barely two years ago as well was the strange truce they had towards one another on and off made the desire to attack much further down her list.

//His voice cut through the quiet roar of the bar she'd stopped in, hot breath against her ear as the monster's fingers covered her own around the beer she'd just ordered. "I don't think you want to do that, sweetie."

"Why not?" Jo'd quipped back, turning slightly to raise her eyebrow at him as she slipped back into bantering with him, even as he didn't remove his hand from hers. "Just finished a hunt, figure I deserve a reward for my hard wor-"

"Shh, I'm trying to work it out." The man's eyes hadn't been focused on her face or anyone else in the bar though the hunter recognised the heavy intent behind them as being his reaction when something wasn't as he expected it to be. His gaze was almost on her chest, but even that was slightly off, and as Jo was about to ask what he was doing, Gray lets out a bark of a laugh. "My, my, you have been a busy one, haven't you?"

Her brow creased tightly, not understanding what he could mean at all. There's a full minute of staring off before the man with her laughed again and an amused smirk broke out across his face. "You don't know yet do you? Guess the runt doesn't know his handiwork is finally having some limited success then either."

"What the fuck are you on about, Gray?" *Jo's teeth were gritted together as she titled her head up at him, barely restrained from snapping at him. She tried to drink again though his hand tightened its grip on hers as she attempted to lift the bottle. "What handiwork? What success? What do you fucking mean?"//

That was how Jo found out. Not that she thought she was, not that she missed her period, not that she was getting sick or put on weight. But from her partner’s brother telling her in the middle of a crowded bar. If there was a worse was, she hadn't heard of it - though she guesses it was a testament to just how out of touch her own man was that he hadn't noticed. And seemingly still hadn't.

She'd seen a hundred and one romcoms where the woman got the news at the start or the end and somehow had a perfect way to let the father-to-be know (well, other than /Knocked Up/. Jo definitely didn't think that was perfect in anyone's sense, though the longer she left it, the more viable it seemed). If things were different, Jo could imagine she would very likely invoke one or more of the slightly dorkier aspects into her reveal...

But things weren't different.

Jo was now just under four months along. He had been back for about six months. It had been three months since they'd done more than sit beside one another stoically during the day and cling desperately to one another through the night in the most innocent way possible. And two since they had begun to get to know one another again in the biblical sense.

Anyone could tell exactly what that meant.

//It had taken a month before she felt comfortable leaving the dark haired monster without her for more than a few hours at a time. She would have loved to tell herself that he was improving or steadily getting better, that there was progress of some sort... But while Jo was usually good at deluding herself, this was one area where she couldn't deny things weren't going well.

Sometimes he would let her hold his hand, stroke his hair or press her lips ever so lightly against his cheek. It wasn't much, but Jo counted it as a win if she could do more than one a day; even as every time the shadow jumped or got lost in his thoughts and it was like spending time with a snow man or a scarecrow - physically something close to human, but dead eyed and endlessly silent - would knock what little good she thought might have been achieved down again.

They'd become more frequent though in that week, and he'd suggested she should get out and try to be 'like normal Jo' for a while with the broken attempt at a smile he would give her now on better days. It still cut away at something inside her to see it, but the blonde had nodded and called up a differently traumatised man she knew to see if he could use any help; before arranging for the shadow’s other best friend to come stay for a few nights.

As it turned out - they helped each other to more than they agreed on. It had been as much habitual as interest for the both of them - their pattern of hunt and fuck in place still and somehow falling straight back into it as soon as the head had been decapitated from the vampire’s body. The second best thing to come out of the brief affair was the ease in which the pair interacted normally after the event and had hunted without incident or suggestion another two times since that night when Jo had mumbled that they “cant keep doing this” as they’d laid naked and sweaty upon the bed beside one another.//

The best thing of course, was what she had to bring up with the dark haired man sitting still in the centre of the lounge room floor as he scribbled furiously in one of his sketch books. Or she thought anyone else on the planet would call it as much. But she? She thought it was the terrifying thing; the idea or the result itself made her stomach tighten and twist, threatening to expel what little water and bile was left in her stomach, as she tried to pump herself up to speaking to him.

Jo had tried two other times since finding out the truth - the first had left her tongue tied and using said tongue to distract the other from her comment about needing to talk to him; the second had been interrupted before she got the word 'pregnant' out in the phrase 'I'm pregnant' by the appearance of their joint friend Harry for an unexpected pep talk from some episode of Star Trek about not giving up.

But this time nothing was going to stop her. Nothing at all. Which is how she found herself responding to the question of "Jo, what do you want for dinner - a new chinese place opened up down the road" with "I'm about four months pregnant."

The look the monster gave her, somewhere between deer in headlights and deer after being in headlights, shook her to her very core as he stood up. "Wh-what? What do you mean..how is that Chinese foo- you're.. we're.. ...baby?" His voice shook and while the disjointed and stammering delivery of his reaction did not scare her at all after five months of similar conversations; though the word 'baby' knocked the strength out of her feet.

Jo nodded her head sharply as she fainted back into the couch besides her, a brief window of darkness blurring her thoughts before she blinked her eyes back open to find the other's light blues barely a foot away from her own as he clutched her hand tightly. There was a silent moment as she licked her lips, feeling drier than a few moments ago, before she nodded again gently. "Yeah, I'm going to..to have a.. a ba-"

"Baby.."

They both finished the word together, their voices hanging in the air like a heavy blanket of uncertainty over the both of them until as one their faces broke out into faint, matching smiles. One's lips quivering and hands shaking as the meaning swamped over them that this was real; the other's dull eyes sparking up again as the idea smoothed over the open sores in their mind.

The moment would only last a little while, and it would be the only time they would have for a while to forget all the problems and complications and oddness and just be happy about the idea; but for that moment it didn't matter that the child growing in her wasn't biologically his, that she'd been with another man recently enough to be carrying their child, that he'd had his heart stolen and torn apart by the loss of his own baby girl not even half a year before... For that moment none of that mattered as they shared their first truly happy smile together since he left.

[septic-heart-and-mind]

“Road To Recovery” | “Imprisoned” (JSE Ego Fic) Pt. 8

A new chapter is here! Sorry it’s been a while since the last one, but I hope it’s worth the wait! You should totally read @thesepticactress‘s ego fic too as that was my inspiration for this ^-^

Chase’s POV

Mum made it through the worst, and we were told that she was stable and was likely to stay that way - but it wasn’t all good news. As she had feared, her baby - my little sibling - was well and truly dead, its life over before it even started. Not only that, but it was unlikely that she would ever have children again - just what Dad had aimed for. I wanted her to wake up, yet I dreaded it, because I would have to tell her all of this - and I knew that she would be absolutely destroyed. I stayed by her beside for every second, her hand in mine, just waiting for her to open her eyes. I desperately needed to see her awake to really feel convinced that she would be okay, while at the same time I felt sick at the thought of telling her the bad news; the doctors offered to do it for me, but I really wanted it to come from me because I thought maybe it would hurt her a little less. Eventually, slowly but surely, her eyes did open. I smiled gently at her, so relieved to see her awake again, but she seemed a little disorientated still; I decided that maybe she would need to rest a bit more before I broke any news to her. She wasn’t awake for long as she was exhausted, and I watched her fall asleep; I still didn’t leave her side, as I needed to be there when she woke up again. Marvin understood my need to do this - well, they all got it, but not quite like he did. He’d been where I was not so long ago, and more than once, so he knew that feeling very well. At least it seemed unlikely that I would have to go through what he then did, as Mum seemed to be on her road to recovery now. As I waited for her to wake up again, I talked to Marvin about his mum and comforted him when he got upset about her. He cried on me for a while, and I did my best to comfort him as a friend should; it didn’t seem to make all that much difference at the time, but I had to do what I could for him as he had done for me when I worried about Mum. Marvin then told me about how things were going with his dad, telling me that they had actually started bonding a little; I was then left alone with Mum for a bit because his dad arrived and took him home. Henrik and JJ came to see how Mum and I were doing, then Anti and Robbie, and lastly Seán and Jackie - before it was just Mum and I alone again. Soon after my friends left, she began to stir and open her eyes again; she seemed a little more alert that before, although still somewhat drowsy because of the painkillers she’d been given. She asked me if she was going to be alright; of course, I told her that she would because she was through the worst, but she could see in my eyes that something was wrong.

“What is it, darling?” she asked softly, holding my hand a little tighter.

“Oh, Mum,” I cried.

“Sweetie…” she responded lovingly, caressing my hand as a tear rolled down my face.

“I-It’s the baby…” I told her tearfully. I didn’t need to say anything else, she knew exactly where I was heading. She sobbed heavily, utterly heartbroken with grief. I cuddled her and she continued to heavily weep for her child, destroyed as I had predicted she would be. I hadn’t even told her everything yet, I still had to break the second piece of terrible news to her - but how could I tell her now? How could I tell her when she was already in pieces? She looked at her stomach and she realised by the mark there that they had removed the baby from her body, and she bawled even louder. “Shhh, I’m here, Mum, I’m here,” I tried to soothe her, although I felt like anything I said wouldn’t make the slightest difference to her agony.

“My baby!” she howled with heartache.

“You’ve still got me, Mum,” I comforted her, “I’m here.”

“My baby…” she wept. I kissed her forehead lovingly, before looking at her with sorrowed eyes as my heart hurt for her. I then knew that I had to tell her what else I knew, despite the dread I felt inside - which she could somehow see in my eyes. “What, what is it?” she asked tearfully. I hesitated to reply, not wanting to break her heart any more. “What is it?” she repeated desperately.

“He succeeded, Mum,” I told her through my own tears. “The second shot… When he - he said…” I didn’t finish my sentence, but I could see that she was recalling that terrifying ordeal and the evil words he uttered before firing that gun.

“No… no, no, you’re wrong…” she trembled as her heart shattered again.

“I’m so sorry, Mum,” I cried. I watched the pain in her eyes increase as the reality tore through her heart, as she knew that what I was saying was true - and she cried so hard it was like she was in physical pain from the news I’d given her. I would never forgive my father for this, for doing this to my poor mum. I realised that I had been wrong for years, when I hoped that maybe he was just horrible because he was drunk all the time; in reality, he was just a sick and twisted man who enjoyed causing suffering to people. My father was a monster. Because of his evil threats, I would have to go back to school and act like none of this ever happened while continuing to live with this psychotic man who I wanted to refuse to call my father. How could I be related to him, to someone who was such pure evil? He was nothing like me, and I never, ever wanted to be alike to him. I vowed to myself that I would never turn into him, and I would never drink just in case it affected me in a way that made me horrible to people like him. I never wanted anyone to suffer the way Mum and I did at the hands of him - because no-one should have to feel like we did.

I forced myself to go back to school days later, while she still recovered in hospital. I hadn’t told them what happened, so they believed I was just skiving off (particularly with my history from my last school), and so I ended up in the headteacher’s office. When I got there, though, I realised I wasn’t the only one in trouble. All of my friends were there, too, because it turns out that they had missed just as much school as I had because they were so shaken up by recent events. Out of fear, they hadn’t told anyone either - so it was believed that we were all just missing school on purpose because we didn’t care.

“So why haven’t you all been at school?” Mr. Green asked sternly. “Has Chase been leading you all astray? Trying to get you all expelled like he did?”

“No, sir,” Seán defended me.

“We’ve had a lot going on, sir,” Jackie chimed in.

“Marvin lost his mum to cancer,” Seán explained.

“I know,” the head replied with sympathy towards him, “You’re not in any trouble. You don’t even need to be here, you can go.”

“I’m not going anywhere, sir,” he contested, “Not until my friends can go, too.”

“You had a genuine reason for missing school, Marvin,” he replied, “But they didn’t.”

“They did, sir,” Marvin corrected him politely, “Chase’s mum was in hospital and they were all there when it happened, they’re traumatised.”

“Just a coincidence that his mum was there as well?” Mr. Green questioned, seeming to not believe him.

“My mum nearly died, and the baby she carried did!” I cried out, tears filling my eyes. “And now she’ll probably never have kids again!” I buried my face in my hands as I started weeping for her. Jackie put his arm around me gently.

“We are not fabricating this story, sir,” Henrik supported me, “Surely you must see how distressed he is.”

“Okay, that explains why he’s not been here,” Mr. Green conceded. “But what about you lot?”

“We were there, we told you that,” Anti snapped, “We thought we were gonna get killed and we saw her get shot. T-Twice…” He slightly shuddered as he seemed to be recalling the sound of the gun going off.

“How could we concentrate at school like that?” Robbie quizzed frustratedly, and JJ nodded a little.

“Alright, okay, it seems you all had good reason,” he submitted, “Just try not to miss too much more or you’ll all fall behind. You’re smart kids, I wouldn’t want that.” He paused, and I continued to cry as I missed my mother and wanted to be with her. “Go on, off you go,” he sighed, and we all got up and left his office. Jackie kept his arm around me as we exited the room, and he reassured me as we went to our first class. Some of the other kids were staring at me and muttering, wondering what I was crying about. Before we got to class, some kid was laughing at me with their friends when they saw me.

“Look, Brody is crying!” they teased.

“You would be if your mum was in hospital,” Jackie answered back bravely. Their smile disappeared from their face as they heard my situation.

“Which is where you’ll be if you bully my friend again,” Anti stood up for me through gritted teeth.

“He’s not worth it,” Jackie muttered, dragging him away. I did feel good though that Anti had called me his friend. When we first met, I wasn’t entirely sure that he even liked me at all - but now he had just confessed that he did, so now I would know that no matter how much he tried to cover it up. Maybe after what happened he wouldn’t try to anymore. We all realised now just how short life is after what happened with Marvin, and with how close to death we all came - especially with Mum almost dying and losing her baby. I felt sick at the thought of going back home to my father, especially as Mum wasn’t even there to protect or comfort me anymore; I decided that I would go straight to the hospital from school, to try and avoid him as much as I could. My plan nearly didn’t work, though, as he arrived at school at the end of the day to bring me home. As I tried to walk past the car, ignoring that he was there, he got out and grabbed my arm.

“Get in the car,” he ordered.

“No, I’m going to see Mum,” I replied bravely, despite my voice shaking.

“You’re not, you’ll get in that car right now,” he threatened.

“Or what?” I asked, “You’ll hit me in front of everyone? Show them who you really are?” He sighed angrily, realising that he couldn’t do anything to me here while there were so many people around who might see.

“Fine,” he grumbled in rage, “You’ll get it later.” He stormed back into the car and aggressively drove off. My lips wobbled as I felt my eyes fill with tears again, and I fought not to cry as I saw other kids getting into their parents’ cars happily. I felt so jealous of them, wishing I had a father who loved me and a mother who was well enough to pick me up.

“Hey,” a female voice got my attention, and I turned to see Stacy beside me. “What’s wrong?” she asked as she saw my watery eyes.

“Er, I-I just… want my mum,” I admitted, although that wasn’t the only thing I was upset about. But it wasn’t a lie, as I really did want her.

“I’ll walk with you to the hospital if you like,” she offered. I hugged her rather suddenly, but soon her arms were tightly around me. I felt soothed for those few moments, before we started the walk. It took us quite a while to get there, but it was worth it to see Mum and to avoid my dad. I visited Mum while Stacy got us a cup of tea. When she returned, I introduced Mum to her as a good friend of mine. She smiled as she was happy to meet her, and the three of us talked for a while before letting her rest once again. I was too scared to go back home, so Stacy said that I could go back to hers; Stacy called her mother to pick her up and asked if I could come with them, and they gladly agreed. I felt safe from what was going on for a while as I sat in the car beside her, and I found myself looking at her rather a lot; she would often look back, and her eyes would light up as she smiled at me. I realised that I liked her now even more than when we first met, and I was resisting the urge to hold her hand all the way to her house. When we got there, she suggested that we play some video games as a distraction from all that was going on - which I agreed to, as it was just what I needed. We did play for quite a while, before we stopped to talk. I opened up about how I was feeling about everything, and I felt that now was the time to tell her about my childhood, my horrible past. My friends all knew what my dad could do, but they didn’t know just how long it had been this way.

“He’s been an alcoholic for years now,” I explained sadly to her. “He’s never been nice, really, but that poison makes him so much worse. That’s what started making him really violent.”

“Did he hit you when you were little?” Stacy asked.

“Yeah,” I sighed, “Although always more when he was drunk. Until I got older, then he didn’t seem to care about hurting me drunk or sober. Not that he was ever sober, really. He just drinks all the time.”

“What about when you were a baby?” she wondered.

“Mum’s told me about how he was with me then,” I replied, “He was cruel to me even at that age. He shouted when I cried, and he left Mum to take care of me all the time. He never really changed me or fed me, he certainly never got up in the night to see to me. He even shook me a few times, I’m kinda lucky to be alive.”

“He really is a monster!” Stacy gasped, horrified.

“He’s always been so abusive, to me and my mum,” I continued to tell her. “Verbally, emotionally, and physically… It’s been hell for us for years…”

“Oh, Chase,” she sighed with sympathy, “That’s so awful.”

“But that’s not to say I’ve never been happy,” I assured her with a little smile, looking in her eyes. “Not everything in life is bad. I know you for a start.” She giggled modestly, looking away for a moment, before her gaze met with mine again.

“You make me happy, too, Chase,” she echoed caringly.

“I-I, um…. I need to tell you something,” I announced nervously. “I… Well… With everything that’s happened… I know how short life is,” I began. “I-I can’t wait to tell you this… I just… have to…”

“What is it?” she asked. I paused, the words catching in my throat. “You can tell me, Chase, it’s okay,” she reassured me. I swallowed.

“I… I, um… I like you, Stacy. You - You know, like you as in… Well, you know… ” I confessed hesitantly. I wanted to put the words back into my mouth as soon as I said it, afraid that she would laugh at me or not feel the same way.

“Y-You do?” she stammered in surprise. I nodded, my eyes still gently locked with hers. “I like you, too,” she told me, a little excitement in her voice. We then hugged again, although it felt much different to how it did earlier that day. It felt like somewhat more than a friendly hug. As we slowly let each other go, our eyes were still focused on each other’s. I knew what I wanted to do next, but I had never done it before - and I feared I would mess it up. She wanted the same thing, as she slowly started to move closer to me. We both gradually leaned towards each other, getting closer and closer, before our lips lightly touched for a moment. Our first kiss. We slightly parted, still gazing at one another; we both smiled, our eyes aglow, and then we gently kissed a second time. It was magical, and I couldn’t quite believe what had just happened. In a daze, I decided that we could watch a movie together. We sat close together as we looked at the screen, and as we did so I felt my hand slowly inch towards hers. Hers must have been doing the same, because after a while our skin contacted. I very lightly began to place my hand on top of hers, and she seemed very content with it - if she hadn’t been, I would have let go, of course. We then took a slight hold of each other’s hand, both of us still nervous about doing it, until after a while we settled into it. I was holding hands with a girl, one that I really cared about - and I thought that I might be falling in love with her. Despite all that was going on, I somehow felt peaceful and happy with her - and that’s how I knew she was special.

[allthingsteenwolf20]

You're all I need (Pack Mom) - Part One

A/N: Inspired by @i-write-about-anything's "Comfort", I decided to write one too with a pack mom twist. Stay tuned for part 2!

Things hadn't been easy for Isaac lately. First, he was suffering from the trauma of his abusive father which resulted in him having nightmares, getting no sleep and developing severe anxiety if he was to be crammed in small dark places, then he was bitten by none other than Derek Hale who had been out on a rampage looking for kids to turn into betas to create his own pack much to his mate, Y/N's dismay when she had found out and now he had recently learnt that the newest supernatural creature; the kanima that was lurking in Beacon Hills had killed his father in a dark alleyway after Mr Lahey had ran after his son for once after they had a brief argument. Isaac had ran off and hid behind a dumpster quietly sobbing to himself when he heard a strange hissing noise. He had quietly peered out from his hiding spot and seen the creature lunge for his dad until his screams could no longer be heard.

For the first few hours, Isaac had been sat in the Sheriff's office down at the station as they let the young boy process what had just happened.  Afterwards, Isaac had got up and ran out of the doors. This was it. He was alone. He was 16 years old, still a minor which meant they'd make him stay in a foster home until he was 18. Isaac had enough trouble at school with bullies, he definitely didn't want to add more.

For the next few weeks, Isaac would spend a few nights in a row at several friends houses. Being the closest to Scott, Isaac often crashed at the MCcall house but always feared they'd become too annoyed with him so he'd leave after 3 days even though Scott would reassure him things were fine and he was more than welcome. Even though Isaac liked Stiles as a friend, he had purposely been avoiding him. He knew his dad was the Sheriff of the town and even though he knew he meant well, Isaac didn't want him to dig further into his case.

Next was Lydia Martin. Lydia had helped mentor Isaac in most of his classes when his teachers assigned him a tutor throughout school. Sure at first, she was incredibly snobby but once she had found out that she too was apart of the supernatural world, something changed in her. She came less snobby and more humane. Since then she had always been nice to Isaac generally asking how he was doing, if he needed anything or any help. She had heard rumours around the school about Isaac's abusive father. At first, she had brushed it off knowing people were trying to make the poor boy's life even harder but she suddenly found that it was true when Isaac had come to school the next day in bruises and a broken arm. Isaac had found that Lydia was a good listener and incredibly dotting. Some nights when he'd want to talk about certain things she would always listen regardless of how early or late it was and she'd always offer him extra pillows or blankets when he needed it. The gesture was small but Isaac greatly appreciated it having something warm and soft close by.

Lastly was Y/N Hale. Y/N was Derek's mate. He couldn't understand why because they were complete opposites. Derek was always so grumpy and at times quite mean whereas Y/N always had a smile on her face and was incredibly happy, dotting and motherly towards him. After she had found out about Derek's little spree, the couple hadn't spoken for days. Y/N had left to have to some to herself when she realised that Derek had lied to her. After 4 days, she had come back to the loft and explained to him that the beta's were now their responsibility and they would look after them. Derek agreed taking care of handling their supernatural abilities whereas Y/N focused on making sure they went to school, completed their homework, made their favourite food and were their shoulder to cry on.

It was just after 2:30am. The sky was starting to brighten up and Isaac stood outside of the Hale loft shivering because of the cold. It has been days since he'd got a good night's sleep or a decent meal. He knocked on the door of the loft and waited for a few seconds. There was no answer. He sighed debating whether or not he should knock again or keep on trekking. Suddenly the light in the hallway flicked on and the door slid open. Y/N was stood in her pjs and robe as she looked at the broken boy before her.

"Isaac? Honey, what're you doing out here so early especially in the cold? Come in, come in sweetie." She replied moving aside letting the boy in as she closed the door and locked it behind her. Isaac took a deep breath and let out a sign of relief as he felt the warmth surround him.

"Honey, what happened? Where have you been?" Y/N asked him. She led him inside to the living room, put on the lamp, let him sit down as she covered his shoulders with the soft blanket seeing that he was shivering and sat next to him gently wrapping her arm around him and gently rubbing his forearm to help warm him up.

"Sweetheart, you're going to have to talk to me. I can't help you, if you don't talk to me." She told him making sure the blanket wrapped around him properly. Isaac sighed and rest his head against her shoulder. Y/N hadn't had any affection from Isaac since Derek had turned him. He would find it uncomfortable, he had just about accepted the sweet pet names she called him but she could see there was something that was bothering him.

When she'd asked Derek, he had admitted that Isaac had a troubled and traumatising past which caused him great sadness and anxiety. Derek had told her not to ask him since it could anger him and trigger his shift. Y/N saw how vulnerable Isaac was right now. She gently lifted her arm and wrapped his around him so he could rest his head comfortably against her chest.

Y/N took a deep breath before speaking.

"Derek told me that you had a troubled and traumatising past. Do you want to talk about it, sweetie?" Y/N began as she gently played with his golden curls seeing how the simple guesture relaxed him.

"Talk to me, baby" She urged him softly. It wasn't long when small sobs could be heard from her chest. She looked down at Isaac's face and saw tears running down his cheek.

"It's m-my dad. H-he used to hit me. H-he'd hit me with his belt, three dishes at me and lock me in the f-f-freezer. It was cold and dark and i-i was so si scared!"  He choked out.

"Oh baby." She cooed as she went to wipe away his tears and pressed a soft loving kiss to his forehead. Her hearr broke seeing him like this. She wrapped an arm around him gently rubbing his back as she held him close with the other and rocked him.

"i-i know the kanima killed him and I-I should be glad because of w-what he did but now I don't have anyone. I'm-I'm all alone and my stupid nightmares they-they just won't go away." He sobbed harder.

"Sssshhh, it's all over now. I've got you." She cooed.

"You're not alone. I won't let that happen. You're going to stay here with me and I'm going to take care of you. You can have one of the spare rooms and this house will be your home, understand?" Y/N told him wiping away his tears as she pressed a kiss to his forehead. Isaac looked up at her face to see if what she said  was genuine.

"I'm so sorry that that happened to you but I can promise you that no one will ever hurt you away." She reassured him.

"Come with me, honey." Y/N got up and held her hand out to Isaac. At first the young broken beta whined at his comfort being taken away but he soon came around and eventually took her hand as he followed her to her bedroom.

"I know, sweetie but come with me." She cooed helping Isaac up and turning off the lamp in the living room as she lead him upstairs to her bedroom. He walked in as Y/N shut the door behind him. Isaac stared awkwardly at the bed as he shoved his hands in his pockets and looked down at the floor.

"Isaac, come here honey." She cooed softly. She instructed him to get into bed and make himself comfortable. Isaac kicked off his slightly tattered sneakers and climbed in breathing a sigh of relief. When Y/N saw that he was comfortable, she climbed beside him and took him into her arms as he rest his head against her chest.

"Everything will ok, baby." She reassured him and pressed a kiss to his forehead as she gently played with his golden curls to help him relax. It wasn't long until soft snores could be heard. Y/N gently stroked Isaac's cheek and pressed a loving kiss to his forehead and then settled down to sleep.

~ a few hours later ~

Y/N woke up to Isaac tossing and turning in her arms.

"Sssh sssh sssh it's ok." She whispered stroking his curls and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"Nooo, please dad not the freezer!" Isaac began to grumble in his sleep thrashing his arms.

"No, no no! Dad I'm sorry, please no!" Isaac continued to call out in his sleep.

"Isaac, Isaac wake up honey." Y/N called to him slowly sitting up as she shook Isaac trying to wake him. Isaac's screams began to get louder and louder. Sweat began to drip down his forehead as he continued to thrash under the covers. Y/N put on the lamp in the bedroom and rushed to Isaac's side to wake him when she saw he was crying in his sleep.

"Isaac. Isaac, wake up. It's ok, you're ok. Isaac wake up!" Y/N yelled shaking him awake. Isaac's eyes flew open and he froze trying to take in his surroundings.

"Hey hey, sssh it's ok. You're ok. It's me, you're safe with me." She cooed taking his face into her hands and gently wiping away his tears.

"You're ok, you're ok. I'm here, I'm right here honey." Y/N cooed. Isaac looked up at her and threw himself into her arms holding onto her tight as he sobbed into her chest not wanting to let go. She laid in bed and held him in her arms as he cried. She pressed kisses to his forehead every so often to comfort him.

"I-i can't. I can't do this." Isaac sobbed.

"Sssh, of course you can honey. You're so much stronger than you think. You're not alone. I'll always be here with you ok? I'm not leaving you. You're staying here with us." She reassured him.

"Wh-what about Derek?" Isaac asked.

"Don't worry about Derek, I'll take care of everything. I'll talk to the sheriff and tell him you're staying with us." Y/N told him wiping away his tears. She grabbed a tissue from thr box on the bedside table and wiped the sweat off of his forehead.

"No one will hurt you ever again, I promise." She reassured him pressing a kiss to his cheek. Isaac nodded at her words.

"Try and go back to sleep, honey. You need it. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere." She told him gently stroking his cheek.

That night Y/N stayed awake watching over Isaac as he slept almost soundlessly in her arms holding on to her tight.

[saeranlover]

Here’s the first part of the backstory of one of my main OC’s (Ciel’s) grandmother... I’m literally just rambling and going with the flow lmao-

“You don’t get it, do you?! Those things are biologically inclined to kill, and attack, and cause suffering! They can’t do good, Alessia!”

“You’re a stubborn little suck-up, Sol! Some angels are annoying – like you – so surely that means that some demons can be good too!” With a slight huff, the dark haired woman turned her back, and tapped her foot. “Stop being so judgemental!”

It was a clear understatement to say that the duo were causing a scene in the town centre, with the noise of the fountain not even being enough to drown out the bickering. The fight had been started simply by Sol, the man of the two, mentioning how his parents had imprisoned a demon for simply entering the heavens, despite them insisting it was an accident. Sol had made a slight remark that it was ‘a good riddance’, and had set Alessia off in a fit of anger.

However, at the point which the fight had reached… It seemed that neither angel was going to get their point through to the other.

Alessia’s shoulders dropped when she heard her friend muttering to himself as he briskly walked away, leaving the onlookers giving her intense stares from all directions. Needless to say, she didn’t stick around for much longer. She had to find a demon who could prove her point… prove that not all demons could be given the brand of a nuisance.

Luckily for her, she had been doing her research… There was a popular gathering place for demons in the human world – at first glance, it was merely just an inn of sorts… But everyone who worked there was a demon.

She had to admit, she liked the concept.

Once she had calmed herself down and pulled herself together, Alessia left the heavens without saying a word to anyone… She didn’t want anyone disturbing her after all.

It didn’t take her long to locate the place where the demons were all gathering, seeming as most humans she could see quite clearly avoided the place, as well as because of the dark aura which she could pick up from the building. It did scare her somewhat, but she was not in the mood to return home upset that she couldn’t even approach a demon, let alone say that she feared them.

Inside, the heavy feeling on her chest… subsided, for some reason. Everyone inside was laughing and smiling, enjoying their time. To Alessia, it seemed as though despite them being known to angels as beings which only knew suffering as a form of entertainment… They were also inclined to other emotions. She couldn’t wait to rub that in Sol’s face-!

“… Hey. You. Stranger. What made you walk into this place, rather than the other inn down the street? People prefer that other inn.” Alessia flinched when somebody tapped at her shoulder and spoke, so she quickly turned around to be met by a man who was tall just like her, but a slight bit shorter… Definitely taller than everyone else there though. “Hey, answer me.” He ran his hand through his hair, which was a pale green colour and just as odd as some of the other colours around, before raising his eyebrow.

She clenched her fists slightly, before taking a deep breath. “This is the place… where demons meet, correct?”

The entire building fell silent, as though she had said something which she shouldn’t have.

For a few moments, the person who had spoken to her looked curious, before a smirk grew on his face. “And if I’m guessing correctly, based on the shitty clothes you’re wearing… You’re an angel, right?” When Alessia bit her lip, the man laughed. “Well, it seems that you’ve got the right place, little angel… The thing is, we don’t let your kind in here. You’ve all imprisoned, traumatised, and even killed our friends, our families, and all those dear to us… And sweetie, you chose the wrong day to even try to set foot here…”

“Well I came here to prove to the others that you’re all not the maniacs they think that you are-!” The frustration on Alessia’s face seemed to be nothing but entertaining to the demon as he placed his arm over her shoulders. “I just want to talk-!”

“Relax, we’re not going to hurt you… However… We can’t be having any other angels come to this place, so you’re not going to be returning to your home.” He then laughed as she tried to shove him away unsuccessfully. “And as I said before – you chose the wrong day to come here. You see… My name is Dusk Lovell. I am the newly crowned king of Hell.”

All colour drained from Alessia’s face then. She’d heard horror stories about him!

“As king of Hell… I can punish you for your crime of trespassing onto demon territory, even if it’s for such a sweet little reason of trying to prove that we’re not as bad as we’re made out to be. And so...” By this point, she was both angry and scared, made worse by the fact that some demons were cheering on their king, others were hissing at her, and some even seemed to be intensely staring at her. Before she could try to make a final attempt to back away from Dusk, her leg turned horribly cold and she realised that he had wrapped his tail around her ankle. “I sentence you to, hmm… How does life imprisonment in my castle as my entertainment sound? I quite like the thought of it, you’ve brought me much more fun over these few minutes than the fallen angels sent to Hell by your silly head angels have over many years...”

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“Son, you’ve not been speaking to that friend of yours recently… Normally the two of you are attached to each others’ side! What has happened to her? And what about that marriage proposal you wanted to do?” In the heavens, Sol had been rather silent since his argument with Alessia. His parents had been highly concerned for him, as he had been acting completely out of character since that day.  He had planned to ask for her to be his lover the time where he had seen her last, but their argument had sent things completely off-track.

“… I don’t know. I haven’t seen or heard from her since we argued. Her family says that she hasn’t been home since that day too.”

“But Sol, that would mean she has been missing for a whole week!”

Sol remained silent, before he leaned against the window he was stood by, and gazed outside. He hoped that she would appear in the garden like she usually would do – there was a tree which the two of them had planted a few weeks earlier which she loved to check up on, to make sure that it would thrive. Eventually though, he got distracted by the flow of the stream until his eyes closed, and he fell into a light sleep.

Unfortunately, Sol was woke up by the sound of a loud knock on the door, followed by his parents talking. He was curious, so he went to the stairs and slowly made his way down until he could overhear the conversation which was being held.

“Y- Yes, this letter was directed to both of you… A- And it a- appears to have been sent by the demon royal family...”

“What?! Pass it here, quickly!”

“Let me see it too, dear...”

There was a slight silence for about a minute, before there was the sound of a frustrated shout. “The demons have what?! That angel is our son’s closest friend! And they’re holding her as a prisoner until we release all of our demon prisoners! They believe that one angel life is enough to free hundreds of their disgusting kind?!”

Sol couldn’t quite believe what he had just overheard, so he slowly emerged in the room where his parents were talking, his entire body visibly shaking.

“Mother… Father… Did you just say… That Alessia is being held prisoner by d- demons…?”

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Alessia had no idea how long she had been stuck inside this one small room. All that she could remember was struggling to get away from Dusk, much to the delight of the other demons… Then everything went black, and she woke up on the bed by the barred window of the room.

Not once had she seen any living soul from inside the room, she had only heard the occasional noise of executions outside… Demons were more disgusting than she had been led to believe…

One thing was currently scaring her more than anything though – she could feel everything about her which made her an angel diminishing. Her powers of healing were weakening, as she couldn’t even deal with the bruises which were covering her leg from when Dusk’s tail had grabbed hold of her. Her wings, on the odd occasion where she could get them to appear, were growing weaker and were constantly in pain. The only thing which relieved her was that she wasn’t stuck there as a fallen angel – that meant that her wings wouldn’t begin to turn all red and dark, and also that if she ever could, she would be able to leave Hell without any consequences.

Suddenly, as she sighed quietly, the door opened. Fear filled her body, and from the corner of her eyes, she could see that it wasn’t just any demon who had entered… “I’m not speaking to you, Dusk.”

“Well, isn’t it a shame that I’m talking to you, Alessia? Yes, that’s right… I’ve found out your name. I sent a little message to the big-shots in your silly Heavens… And they replied in a rather hostile way. So, I think that you’re definitely going to be staying here now. And to think, if they would have released the demon prisoners, I would have let you leave...” He approached her as she silently stared at the floor, before he threw a piece of paper at her face. “Read it. You can see just how ‘kind’ and ‘pure’ your leaders are.”

As much as she didn’t want to believe it was a real letter, Alessia recognised the handwriting which was on the paper… That was definitely the writing of Sol’s mother – one of the two head angels. As well as that, there was all of the official seals on the paper… It made her want to cry as she picked it up, and looked at what was there.

‘To the so-called ‘king’ of the demons,

How DARE you capture one of our kind, when you and your animals are constantly torturing us and the humans. The lady which you are holding as your unlawful prisoner is the love interest of my son, the next in line to become head angel. As such, we demand her release immediately, or there shall be consequences. All demons being held within the heavens have been sentenced to death already – you would not wish for worse to happen, would you?’

Alessia tensed up reading the letter, before she creased it up in her hand before dropping it onto the ground. She knew that Sol’s parents were strongly anti-demon, but actually saying that an angel’s life was worth more… it almost disgusted her. Angels and demons existed to create a balance in the human world – Angels to protect and guide the humans, demons to invoke the negativity in their lives to provide growing experiences to make the humans stronger…

“… This is exactly why I wanted to prove to them that demons aren’t all bad! Just as some angels are bad, some demons can be good...” Tears were pouring down Alessia’s face by then, before Dusk kneeled down in front of her and took hold of her chin so that she would look at him.

“Well, sweetie… I have a proposal. I will grant you more freedoms as my prisoner, as long as you assist me in a little task which I have to show those idiots that demons can’t be bad… You get what you wanted, and more freedom during your life imprisonment… And I get those fools off my back, even if it’s for a short while… We struggle greatly as a race when angels are breathing down our necks constantly.” Dusk then held out his other hand, a devious smile on his face.

Much to his surprise… Alessia took hold of his hand and nodded.

“… They’re being rather shocking. I want them to stop… I’ll help you. Just… Don’t call me ‘sweetie’. Please.”