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kaeyas-beloved · 2 years

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Parental

Characters: Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Kazuha, Xiao (separate)

Genre: Fluff + Scenarios

Summary: Snippets of the Genshin men with their pride and joys <3

CW: afab!reader + pregnancy + birth mention but no pronouns or descriptions for these present, spoilers for Childe’s real name, Xiao has a daughter, Childe has twins (boy and girl), Kaeya and Kazuha have a son, unspecified for Diluc, unspecified nightmare in Childe’s, petnames towards reader (darling -> Kaeya, my dove -> Kazuha), some self-doubt in Kaeya's and Xiao's, I don’t think Diluc’s is that good and Childe’s may appear rushed in one part but meh

a/n: I have the cutest ideas that make me the softest. I just hope I was able to get across that cuteness here <3

Childe

“Papa…” At the poking and shaking against his back, Childe sleepily blinks his eyes open. The room is dark, moonlight painting the walls a faint blue-white colour. Tilting his chin down the male catches a look at the top of your head, face nuzzled into his chest with his arms wrapped around you securely.

Again, small hands try to gain his attention, "P-papa...please."

There's a sudden surge of urgency that tightens his chest, the watery call of his name throwing him into protective mode. Slowly, as to not disturb you, Childe pulls his arms from you before turning over. The moment ocean-blue eyes meet teary ones of the same colour he's up and out of bed, kneeling in front of his children.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" he rushes, worry clear in everything he is and does - from his eyes to his voice and even to the way his hands fuss over the twins, one palm cupping each of their heads as he tries to soothe them. Though, when all that answers him is continued sniffles, Ajax's concern only grows. Left with the last course he can take, the male pulls the two into a hug, pouring every ounce of love and warmth he can into it. Quiet whispers of 'you're okay' and 'I'm here' fill the air, uncaring of the tears that stain his shirt.

Never before has he felt so useless as his children continue to shake and sob in his hold. What else is there for him to do? What would take away their tears? Archons he’d do anything to make sure they don’t cry like they are now, like their world is ending.

Instinctively Ajax’s embrace tightens, and somewhere along the line he began gently swaying the two, pressing comforting kisses to their foreheads.

Finally, after what felt like a heartbreaking eternity, their cries begin to fade. He waits a moment before trying again, "can you tell me what's wrong now? Why are you two crying?" Though he fears their answer the male bats them down, hoping to be the one they can fall back on.

His daughter hiccups, wiping at her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt, "W-We had a nightmare. Y-you-!" His eyes widen, hearing enough to grasp the situation. His shoulders slump just a little, glad that it’s not the worst of the worst that could’ve happened.

"Hey now, shhh, it’s alright. Nothing will happen to me or you or to anyone else, okay?" Ajax is quick to cut her off, seeing her start to choke on her sobs again. Never does he want them to think he or you would leave in any form, something he truly believes won’t happen any time soon.

His little girl nods, face planting back into his shoulder with another fresh wave of tears. He makes sure to pull his son back in as well, rubbing his hands up and down their backs. He smiles, even if they can’t see it, "Papa's got you, okay? I promise, and you know me, I never break my promises."

The three spend a little while more in their comforting hug before Ajax pulls back, effortlessly picking them both up and setting them down on the bed. "You two can sleep with us tonight. We'll keep the scary dreams away. And, as a treat, I'll make your favourites for breakfast tomorrow. Sound good?"

Though he has to shush his children's cheers in fear of waking you, he wouldn't have it any other way. It's a sign that they're feeling better after all. And as he pulls the blanket over the three of them, grateful that his kids are feeling better while wrapping his arms back around you all, Ajax thanks the gods and you for the tiny family he's been blessed with to love, protect and be loved by, intending to forever keep you all safe.

Diluc

The silence within the winery was not something new to its inhabitants and workers. Well, before the newest addition to the Ragnvindr family it was the norm at least. Now, such peace is a welcome blessing. So, when you returned one evening to a dead quiet home, your curiosity quickly peaked. Even when the baby wasn't making noise there was always at least some finite noise - the crackle of a fire, the almost silent footfalls of the winery's workers, the scribble of a pen. None of that could be heard though, and it was no later than six in the evening.

Toeing off your shoes, you take care to remain quiet. Your first thought is to check the living room. Ever since the birth of your child, Diluc could be found with the little one all over the house. It would be surprising to not see the two together in all honesty. One of the areas that's frequented more than the others is the main lounge space, the wide open section the perfect place for playtime.

Or, perhaps, it’s also the perfect place for nap time.

There, leaning back against the couch was the man himself, mop of red hair released from its usual confines and splaying everywhere. The male's ability to fall asleep even upright never fails to surprise you (you find this usually happens when he wants to rest his eyes for 'just a moment'). Before him lay a stack of papers, the smallest you've ever seen, pen laying unattended not too far. Though, above all other observations, the main eye catcher is the way your two most precious people are sleeping.

Your child, strapped safely in their carrying pouch (originally a gag gift from Kaeya, though proven very useful for when Diluc wants to work and spend time with his little one) has their head resting on their father's chest, cheek smooshed and mouth slightly parted. Diluc remains protective even while asleep, a hand placed securely against your child's back, keeping them close. What was important though was how at peace they were and who were you to ruin this calmness?

So, you take a seat on the matching chair, quietly waving Adelinde over and asking for something to drink before picking up a book. Really though, with how cute they are, you're sure you'll be focusing on the two redheads more than the novel.

Kaeya

When you presented the idea of going into town, Kaeya couldn't help but grow nervous. Shouldn't you rest more? You'd been extremely tired lately and on top of that the baby had been even more of a handful the last few days.

“Darling, I can go get groceries for us,” your husband offers, adjusting his son in his arms. There’s a smile on your face as you glance up from putting on your shoes. Joy blossoms in your heart at the sight of the man you love holding the product of your shared love. What makes the image all the more heartwarming is how alike your son is to his father.

Cooing his name, you straighten up, waking until you’re right in front of the pair, “I’ll be okay, I promise. Some fresh air would do me some good. Besides, it’s not like I’m going very far. I’ll be back in a couple hours, max.” For once at a loss on what to say, Kaeya reluctantly lets you go, now left alone with just his son for company.

He hates to admit it, even to you, but truth be told the male hasn’t the faintest clue what to do. Taking care of Klee or Bennett is one thing, but his own? The mere fact changes everything.

After lingering awhile longer at the door, Kaeya breathes in, turning to walk into the living room. "It seems it's just you and me now little guy." He smiles, gently bouncing the tiny human in his arms. Kaeya's shoulders relax just a little when he gets a happy giggle in response.

He's got this.

. . .

He does not got this.

After taking a seat on the ground Kaeya had spotted a picture book discarded across the room. Figuring that you must have been entertaining the little one with it the male grabs it, deciding that it would be a good start. All his confidence went down the drain though when he couldn't pull a single reaction from his carbon-copy son. Page after page, the boy would just stare at the pictures, not a thought behind his tiny eyes. Kaeya swears to the Archons above that at one point his kid even looked up at him once, a face that could only be read as 'what are you doing?' painted on it.

Sighing, Kaeya stares down at the picture in the book. For a while he just maintains eye contact with the woodland rabbit, cartoonish and with a carrot sticking out of its mouth. He thinks it's rather cute, something babies would definitely like. So why isn't his reacting?

"Almost done," he mumbles, slipping his eyes shut and flipping the page, turning the book back around for his son to see. The male already knows the one line printing in the book, ready to recite it and receive nothing in response.

He's interrupted before he even starts.

Kaeya's eyes fly open, locking on the little human sitting in front of him. There, clear as day, is his son, hand stuck in his mouth but with an undeniable smile plastered on his face. He does a double take, gaze flicking between his son and the picture in the book. "Do you like the snowflake, little one?" Again, louder this time, is a confirming coo, hand slipping from his toothless mouth to clap. Like he understood what his father was asking.

It's a shame you weren't there to see the brightest, most genuine smile Kaeya's ever had. Now, whenever he says 'snowflake' the little baby instantly smiles.

Kazuha

"Please... please..." you're close to tears at this point, a broken record of pleas falling from your lips. Nothing seems to work, feeding, changing, walking around, nothing will settle the poor little fussy baby of yours. You’re so close to giving up, about to settle into the chair within the nursery and just hope the little one tires himself out when approaching footsteps catch your attention.

Stepping through the doorway, that familiar head of white with a sole streak of red appears, an all too knowing smile on his face. "Good evening, my dove. Having some trouble?" Silently you nod, passing the little one over to him when asked nonverbally. "That's no good. I can't have my two favourite people crying, now can I?"

Calm as ever, Kazuha walks towards the crib, eyes never leaving the glossy red ones of his baby. Even as he sets his son down, his cries growing louder at the loss of his parent's warmth, Kazuha never loses that pleasant smile of his. The faint clank of the wooden mobile catches his attention, an idea coming to mind.

"Hush little one, look," he mutters. All at once you can feel the spring breeze coming through the window pick up, the vision clipped to Kazuha's shoulder blade lighting up. With the wind came the brightly coloured leaves Inazuma offers, the colours dancing around in a way much like when the male jumped high into the air, nature his aid.

Eyes closed in concentration, the gust swirls around the room before settling to the area around the crib and mobile. A shift occurs, and it's like the tiny wind becomes a being of its own, playful as it nudges against the hanging wood carvings. It appeared surprised at first, the sensations foreign. It tried again, and again another clank sounded, this time exciting the tiny wind. By now the baby's cries have stopped, tiny red eyes staring up, mouth agape. Leaves fall from the cluster as the elemental energy floats down, now face to face with the little one. It gently brushed against the child's face, something like rubbing noses together. But that's all it took; it was all giggles and clapping from there, and you, you finally got to relax, sinking into the chair more.

A tired smile spreads on your face, the sight of your bundle of joy happy heartwarming. That, and the smile on your husband's face doesn't go unnoticed by you either. Even with his eyes remaining shut, the sounds of delight alone are music to his ears, spurring him to continue his magic trick.

Xiao

Long after you retire for the night, finally gaining the much needed rest you deserve, the yaksha continues to stand guard. Gold eyes shift from the open balcony to where the little one rests, any noise or shift in the air unable to go unnoticed under his watch. He keeps his distance from the crib, fearing his karmic debt will harm the tiny baby you two created. Yet the moment Xiao's keen ears pick up the slightest whine, the beginning of his child's cries piercing the silence of night, it's like some other force far more powerfully takes control.

In a blur of green Xiao's beside his daughter, hands already reaching in to pick her up like he's seen you do many times before. There’s a rush of emotion coursing through his veins - his first desire is to let you sleep more, you’ve done a lot and he just wants to share the workload between the two of you. Secondly, there’s this ache that rings in his chest, it only hurts more and more the longer his child wails. Her cries are different from the piercing screams of babies in town. Instead of wincing and growing irritated, Xiao worriedly stares down at the bundle in his arms, wondering how to soothe her.

“It’s alright, I got you,” he whispers. There’s a tiny part of him that feels stupid for saying that, the phrase foreign on his tongue and unfitting of his usual character. You’ve said it before though and it worked, so the greater whole of him pushes past the self-served embarrassment.

However, as his daughter refuses to settle Xiao feels the hope he had that he had this dwindle. He begins to run through all the tricks he's seen you do and in his flurry of thoughts, his eyes dart to you. By some miracle you still managed to remain asleep, blankets draped up to your gently rising and falling shoulders.

You would've calmed her by now... he thinks, deflating further. Just as he's about to give up and wake you, accept that he's just not fit for the job as a dad, an idea finds its way into his thoughts.

Mixed in with the silence of the night and the tiny cries of his child, faintly the melody of Xiao humming can be heard. It takes a couple beats but the tune catches the tiny baby's attention, her sobs dying down into happy giggles and gurgles. Relief fills him as he unconsciously smiles softly, rocking his arms as he begins to walk around the room. His feet, with a mind of their own, take the two to the balcony, a gentle breeze ruffling his hair.

No longer in a state of despair, bright yellow eyes much like her father's gaze up at the star-littered sky, wonder in her expression. Maybe he does have the capability to be a dad.

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neoplatinum · 2 months

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keep it up - chase atlantic | ning 'ningning' yizhou

summary: i care for you, like you care for me

pairing: gf!ningning x reader

themes: fluff, angst, implied substance abuse, professional help, rest of aespa!

wc: 1.0k

pt2 of: VTMNTSCOAT - destroy lonely

you can hear the sound of yizhou learning how to play different riffs on her guitar. it's endearing and warm how hard she's trying to nail this one piece to play it for you.

you think that yizhou would make such a hot rockstar girlfriend, not that you would say it to her face. it would probably inflate her ego too much.

"baby! come eat lunch." yizhou's too into her playing, barely processing that you've said something to her. so you tap her shoulder and her head whips up to look at you. she smiles and takes the guitar off of herself, setting it on the stand.

you both walk to the kitchen, you grab both bowls and place them on the table, as yizhou grabs utensils. and when she sits downs she smiles at you.

"i think i'm going to be able to finish that song by tomorrow." she speaks with pride. you're proud of her, for trying so hard to play the guitar. you grab her hand, squeezing it for encouragement.

yizhou smiles and digs into her bowl of noodles, happily slurping it. you watch and adore how cute she looks, eyes intently watching her noodles, a frustrated expression when the noodles slip through her chopsticks.

you think about that night all those months ago, at aeri's party. how heartbroken you both were, feeling a tear in your relationship, wanting so badly to mend it with your own hands. so you tried, getting yizhou professional help. yizhou's been seeing a specialist, getting help with her dependency on drugs. understanding why her mood swings are so dire.

you try and sit in with her most sessions, sometimes yizhou would rather you just sit outside in the waiting room. when you sit outside of the room, you wonder if she'll ever confide in you with what she isn't willing to share. most of all you are just proud she takes each session in stride even if she doesn't want to attend.

it's been a lot of up and downs with her mood swings, but at the end of the day she always tells you how much she loves you. she thanks you for sticking by her. some days she throws things around when she's unstable, when her mood is so off that she can't contain the emotions she's feeling.

other days she completely shuts you out, staying in her room for hours on end with no sound. you get worried at times that she'll completely shut you out but it never lasts for longer than a day.

usually she'll crawl into your room when its so late you're already asleep and cuddle into your side. there have been a few times you wake up when she does it, other times you sleep through the night and wake up with yizhou next to you, probably playing with your hair.

it doesn't matter if she shuts you out or is attached to your hip the whole day, you will always be there as a space for her when she needs it.

you like to take long walks on days where yizhou is out. long walks to really think about your own wellbeing, how being with yizhou impacts you. how her actions can fill you up or let you down.

you talk to yizhou about it sometimes and she listens to you. letting you have the space to speak about your own struggles. you talk about how hurt you were that night when you caught her dancing up on some guy, but thinking it was you the whole time.

you cry into her shoulder as she cries into you. she still loves you, the same way she was when you two started dating. she tries to be more present with you, asking how you are doing as well. taking the time to care for you and pamper you as well.

aeri, minjeong, and jimin also visit often, getting little gifts for yizhou that always makes her smile. minjeong sometimes comes over with her guitar and everyone sits to watch them play songs together. you feel a deep warmth in your chest when they smile at each other while they're playing. you're eternally grateful for these girls, that they take the time to care for yizhou just as much as you do.

you talk about it with aeri, minjeong and jimin one day, how much you appreciate them. they all cry at the sight of you breaking down, comforting you when you explain how hard all this has been on you.

you've decided to take yizhou to a festival, letting her enjoy her favorite artists. the whole time you've spent enjoying the vibe of the festival and swaying with yizhou while you hug her.

she's lovely at singing, you discover through the festival. that night when you drive home you request that she sings more often. she gets bashful at the comments, but sings to you nonetheless. you think you can hear the sound of love through her voice, it brings you to tears.

some nights when you two are too tired to go out for dates, you enjoy drawing with yizhou, letting her creativity run free. she draws these beautifully intricate pieces depicting her thoughts and feelings about herself, or how frustrated she is with the world. you always take the time to listen to her explain each piece, so she awards you with a kiss after each one.

you can feel yizhou getting better over time, how she's more confident in expressing how she feels to you. there's less of a hesitation to explain to you how she's struggling or even to the other three girls.

yizhou's even convinced you to pick up the drums to accompany her playing, she claims you look extra hot with sweaty hair on your face and especially when you look so into it. you laugh at that because it honestly feels like you look like you're drenched in the rain.

she kisses you senseless when you say that, and she comments. "i can't wait to marry you one day. i hope our kids have your perseverance."

you blush at the compliment, thinking about marrying yizhou one day, and honestly yeah, you think you'll have to do it soon.

a/n: this was requested by the lovely @torri77, hope it's enjoyable! friendly reminder that addiction is a very real situation, and this is fiction. as always, stay safe and stay healthy, everyone!

#ningning #ningning x reader #aespa ningning #ning yizhou #ning yizhou x reader #aespa x reader #aespa x you #kpop imagines #neoplatinum

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ot9snumber1 · 4 months

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POLY!MISAMO POLY!MISAMO

im here!

yk me and bondage we just go together..

sub!momo getting tied to the bed bc she lost a bet of who could go the longest without touching themselves, sana and mina playing with her until she gets whiny and crying mess because of overstimulation..

I LOVE YOU!! always the first to save me <3

YES OMG :( misana intentionally made the bet with a drunk momo because they knew she would never ever last. even if sober momo swore she would never lose a bet (jihyo's competitiveness totally rubbing off on her), there were some things she just couldn't resist.

just as they thought things couldn't get any better (or worse, for momo), mina was out celebrating a friend's birthday and sana was out for another graff photoshoot.

in short, momo didn't even last a day.

sana was the first to tease her, sending her a selfie from the dressing room. she was only wearing the lingerie set mina bought her a while back with a very expensive necklace accentuating her cleavage. too bad you're not here, love. would do anything for you to eat me out rn :(

momo takes deep breaths and takes a cold shower. she just responds with a thumbs up emoji, making sana laugh. momo isn't a fool. she knows when she's being tricked. even if mina tried to get her to break the bet, too.

i don't think i ever sent this to you. thought you'd like it.

momo thinks she could implode at any given moment now. she stares at her phone, frozen as she stood still in the doorway to their shared room. mina was Evil. capital E.

the video mina sent seemed to be hastily recorded. the phone must've fallen over before mina hit record, because all she could see was the ceiling of the bathroom. not that she needed to see anything, anyway. she recognized the scene almost instantly.

"ah—fuck, fuck me right there!" mina moaned. momo felt herself blush, unable to click off the video. it was when momo had bought her current favorite strap and couldn't even wait until they got home to test it out.

momo takes another cold shower, but that didn't help either. her girlfriends were just far too stubborn to let her win just this once.

we'll be home soon <3 sana texted. momo felt happy at that, dreaming of being able to cook for them again, cuddle, kiss, et cetera.

until sana followed her message with a video of mina sucking on her tits.

that was momo's last straw.

"f–fu—ah!" momo whined as she inserted another finger into herself, barely being able to hold her phone. she tried to focus on rewatching the video over and over—but just the sound of sana's sultry voice commanding mina to do what she wanted was sending her into overdrive.

they wouldn't find out, right? if momo was just careful enough...

sana laughs maniacally when she steps into the bedroom. she didn't even need to walk closer to see the big damp spot on it. "mina!" sana calls out as she ran down the stairs to reunite with her girls. "i think our little momoring owes us something."

momo's heart drops. she'd never been more scared and turned on at the same time.

momo tries closing her legs again, the feeling of sana's fingers in her and vibrator on her clit just felt like too much. sana slaps her thighs lightly, forcing her to hold them open. "take it, slut. isn't this what you wanted? to be used?"

sana returns to overstimulating momo while mina pinched and sucked at her nipples. momo let out a high-pitched whine, tears streaming down her cheeks. "mff—fuck! please, i'll be a good girl i swear—"

"should've thought about that earlier, no?" mina teased. "you know how she is." sana hums, smiling in satisfaction when momo cums for the umpteenth time. "can't think about anything but fucking and being fucked."

both sana and mina laugh at that. "yeah. our baby is just a filthy–minded freak, hm?" mina coos as her fingers trail down to replace the vibrator sana held against her clit. "shit!" momo cried out, throwing her head back and wanting nothing more than to hold their wrists in place. (too bad her wrists were the ones being held in place. there was nothing prettier than sana's necktie restraining momo from doing anything but cry, in mina and sana's opinion.)

"answer." mina says lowly, slapping her cunt. momo whines again, her voice raspy from how much she's screamed so far. "y–yes! j–jus' a freak for you two."

sana chuckles again, curling her fingers in momo. "atta girl."

#a bit longer than i anticipated whoops #poly!misamo #mina x sana x momo #myoui mina x minatozaki sana x hirai momo #twice smut #twice fic #asks #nr1chaedickrider

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luvskyxx · 11 months

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i need more off parents!rafe x reader argues plsss

it’s soo good omg

PROMISED

Rafe x reader

Warning: fighting, mentions of drugs, swearing, and more maybe.

Summary: y/n finds out Rafe is still using after he promised he would change for his family.

"FUCKING LIAR" You pushed Rafe's chest as you stormed into the kitchen. rafe was feeding your 8-month-old as your other son was sitting in the living room playing with his toys.

"What?" Rafe questioned throwing his hands up in the air as he was still holding the baby food.

"Why am I getting calls from Barry saying you owe him money" You showed him the phone as texts from an unknown number displeased on the screen. "you promised Rafe" You drop the phone in disappointment. "you promised you wouldn't do this again."

"Baby I don't know what your talking about"

"you promised!!" you yelled slamming the phone on the counter ."don't fucking lie Rafe I called Kelce's he said you didn't even show up to guys night last night." you stood there looking at him in disbelief. you wanted it to be a lie. you wanted Rafe to be telling the truth. that he didn't go to Barry's last night. that he wasn't using this entire time.

you waited for a second hoping he would say something. anything to get you to stay. but as the seconds when on and he just stood there not saying anything you started to believe it.

you turn around with a scoff as you start walking away.

"Baby" he grabs your arm pulling you back.

"no, you promised. you promised when I got pregnant that you would stop. that you would get clean." your finger pointed at him as you continued to yell. keeping you both far enough away that this argument wouldn't escalate. "you promised our sons" you cry out. "you promised me" Tears filled your eyes as your kids were now fully aware of the fight. they may not have understood any of it but they could tell something was wrong.

"momma" your 3-year-old runs over to you trying to comfort you as you cried. your son started to tear up watching you. he hated when you were sad. he hated it more when it was his own father making you sad. he was a mama's boy and always has been. maybe it was because you were a stay-at-home mom. or maybe it was because rafe had a hard time being a dad. As much as he wanted to be he pushed himself away from the role. he didn't want his sons to end up the way he did. the feeling of an unloving father who spent most of his time working instead of loving his kids. picking and choosing who his favorite kid was.

it didn't matter how hard Rafe tried he somehow still managed to mess up. mess up his kids' lives and his wives.

"come on baby" you picked up your son walking out of the room.

"where are you going y/n!" his voice echoed throughout the house. you didn't answer him as you made your way to the bedroom.

"hey baby, you wanna go to grandma's house?" your son nodded in excitement. "yeah? okay, go pack some of your things okay" Your son ran out of the room passing by Rafe as he stormed into the bedroom.

"where the fuck are you going?!" he waited for an answer as you started packing clothes into the suitcase. "huh?" he questioned as you didn't even look at him in the eyes containing to throw random clothes into a bag. you didn't care where you were going you just needed out of the house. you needed away from Rafe. "y/n!" he grabs your arm in anger. your eyes finally shooting up to his as you looked into the eyes of a man you thought you knew. someone you thought you could trust. now all you see is a liar, a manipulator. you pull your arm away having enough of his stupid face.

"I'm going to my mom's house, you can pack your shit and go to your dads or sisters I don't care. ill be back with the kids tomorrow I expect you out by then." you pushed past him and back into the kitchen where he left your crying son in the highchair.

"where the fuck do you expect me to go" he throws his hands up in the air following you around the house. "my dad can't even pick up my calls and I haven't talked to Sarah in years"

"well maybe if you didn't fucking lie to everyone you would have somewhere to go" You pick up your crying toddler out of his chair comforting him as Rafe just stares at the two of you.

"y/n please don't do this right now" he rubs his face in frustration. "it's late can we just go to bed and talk about this tomorrow?"

"Are you fucking kidding me right now Rafe?" you stood there in disbelief. as if you would sleep next to this man after he lied. as if you would even sleep in the same house after what he did. "pack your shit I'm done" you push past him again walking back into the bedroom to finish packing. you set your son down on the bed as he played with the zippers of the suitcase.

"Where do you want me to go y/n?! "

"does it look like I care rafe? honestly" You turned around standing in the doorway of your bedroom looking back into the kitchen to see rafe standing there. tired of following you through the house. "go to fucking Barry's house. we all know you're going to end up there anyways"

"ohh fuck you y/n!" he throws his hands up in the air. "after all I do for this fucking family" his face drops into his hands as he leans on the counter.

"After all you did?" you storm back into the kitchen. "You put your needs before your sons. you would rather get high on cocaine instead of taking care of your sons!"

"what the fuck do you think I do every day y/n" he gets in your face yelling even louder. "I work every day for you. I work to provide for this fucking family"

"ohh I'm sorry that we are such a burden rafe. I'm sorry that you were the one that begged me to have your sons." you pushed back at him getting in his face now.

"why don't you tell our kids that huh?" his hands flew in the air from side to side trying so hard not to put them to use. "you think your so perfect? you didn't even want those boys" he points to the hallway where your boys are kept hidden in the rooms. " you know who wanted them? huh? I did! So don't fucking tell me that I don't care about those kids"

"if you fucking cared about them you wouldn't be getting high every night, you won't be putting their lives at risk."

"I'm sorry if I just want a break from the work and the family shit. it's every day I have to come home from work and change diapers make sure they take a bath and eat. like I just want some time for myself"

"That is what being a parent is rafe, you don't get to just check out when you feel like it."

"one fucking minute! that's all I ask for is one fucking minute to myself" his hands finally came close to you as he tried so hard not to hit you. your body backing up as you don't put it past him to strike you. not like he ever has but it wouldn't be the first time he put his hands on someone.

"I don't want to fight anymore rafe" You finally give in as you didn't like where this was escalating to. you take a breath before speaking again hoping that it would calm down the situation more so you. "I'm going to take the boys to my mother's house and going to call the lawyers. I want full custody of the kids and I want a divorce that's all I will ever ask of you again."

"what no" Rafe's voice was now lowered as he couldn't believe what you were saying. rafe would give you anything. anything you asked for he would make it happen. this? this wasn't something he was going to give you. he loved you too much he loved your sons too much to let you go.

"you wanted time to yourself? here you can have all the time in the world" You finally walked away as the argument settled down. or at least in sound.

"you're not taking my sons away." he yelled storming after you. "you're not leaving me!" his voice picked up.

"you don't get to choose this time rafe" You turn back to face him as his body was in the door frame of your bedroom.

"you're not taking them away from me y/n" he warns.

"you think you can raise them? rafe your an addict. you're so worried that your going to end up like your father when you worse" You knew those words hit him hard as his face changed into regret. regret he pushed away his family. regret that he even decided to use it again. regret that he lied about it all. he knew he fucked up. he knew there was no coming back from this. not this time. "If you want the house then fine I can stay with my mother ill figure everything else out" you tried to reason with him. knowing his life was going downhill at this very moment.

"don't fucking take them away y/n" he begs as you turn around to finish packing. you ignore him as you zip up your bag grabbing your son. "y/n!" he yells. you walk out of the room with your son in search of your other one.

"you ready sweet boy?" you stopped in the door frame of your son's room as he was already packed sitting there patiently. he nodded softly grabbing his things.

"Baby I'm sorry okay let's drop this" rafe follows you out of the house as you pack your thing into the truck. your sons are all nicely buckled and waiting for you. "you're not fucking leaving me y/n" he yells grabbing the door as you try to close it.

"get your shit figured out rafe" You look at him before slamming the door closed as you drive off. leaving your home. leaving the man you love. the man you loved.

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Writing this because I've been in a flare-up of migraines and I want to make someone else suffer for it Cw: migraines and mentions of vomiting throughout, nothing graphic but it's there This was supposed to be quite short and quick but it ended up being 6.8k of making Steve suffer.

Migraines had almost always been a part of Steve's life, right from when he was young. They were genetic, his mother also suffered from them, as did his grandmother, two aunts, and three cousins.

His earliest memories included the times when his mother would be struck with a migraine, hiding in a dark room waiting for the pain to pass, barely able to move between the bed and the ensuite bathroom. Steve knew he couldn't play loudly at those times, as it would make it so much worse, and that he was only allowed to knock on the door in a real emergency.

He got his first migraine at age seven. He woke up with a pain that made his head feel like it was splitting in two. He tried to open his eyes but the small amount of light seeping in around his curtains made the pain so much worse. He could only let out a weak, pained cry before throwing up all over himself and his bed. He stayed sat in his bed, sobbing quietly with his eyes screwed up tight, not wanting to move and make more of a mess. He wanted his momma to be there and hold him, but anything he could do to get her attention would only be met with even more pain. After some time, to him, it felt like forever, but in reality, was only a few minutes, his mother came to wake him up.

"Steve, time to wake up, it's time for school." She opened the door as she called for him.

Steve whimpered as more light flooded into the room, even with his eyes closed it hurt.

"What happened, baby?" She asked as she took in the scene in front of her.

"Hurts, momma." He cried, wanting her to take away the pain.

"What hurts, Stevie? Is it your head?"

Steve barely managed a nod, the slightest movement causing the pain in his head to intensify.

"Oh, baby, let's get you cleaned up." She lifted him out of bed, not caring that his sick was transferring onto her shirt. She made sure his face was tucked into her neck to block out any light, before carrying him to the bathroom. She set him down by the toilet, and stripped him of his soiled clothing.

"I'll be back in a moment, I'm just going to get you some fresh jammies." She didn't wait for his response before slipping from the room, leaving the light off. He whined as she left, but had to quickly turn to face the toilet as he started to throw up again.

His momma came back quickly, having removed her dirty shirt while she was out of the room. She put the bundle of clean clothes on the side before kneeling next to Steve, rubbing his back gently until he stopped heaving. Once he was done, she cleaned him up with a washcloth, not wanting to make him wait while she drew a bath or make him stand under the shower. The clothes she'd brought in were his softest pajamas, and she picked him back up once he was dressed, carrying him back out of the bathroom, still trying to block out the light.

He thought she was taking him back to his bedroom, but it was taking longer, going downstairs. He opened his eyes a little after he was laid on a soft bed, realizing he was in the same room his momma normally spent her time in when she had a bad migraine. He whined and reached for her as she moved away.

"I need to go clean up, sweetheart. I'll be back with some medicine once I'm done."

The medicine didn't help, only coming straight back up with the little water he'd drunk. His momma joined him in bed, holding him close until he fell asleep.

When he woke up again, he still felt bad, but the pain in his head had got a bit better.

Steve continued to get migraines throughout his childhood, five or six times a year. If it fell on a school day, he would be called out for at least one day, often two or three as he got over the lasting effects of the migraines. Always waking up with it. And every time leaving him struggling in a dark room, and throwing up repeatedly.

The first time he had one around someone outside of his family, he was ten and having a sleepover at Tommy's house. He woke up in his sleeping bag on the floor with the pain in his head. He bit back a whimper of pain, not wanting Tommy to think he was weak. He didn't want to move, but knew he had to get up if he wanted to avoid throwing up on the floor. He got up slowly, carefully, but each move made the pain increase and worsened the nausea. He held a hand over his mouth and the other shielding the light from his eyes. He had to walk fast to get to the bathroom, starting to gag and trying not to retch on the way. He made it just inside the bathroom, but not quite to the toilet before his body gave in and he was throwing up on the tiled floor.

"Ew, gross." Came Tommy's voice from behind him, and Steve instantly felt worse. It was bad enough at home when he didn't make it to the toilet, or at least over a trash can, when he had to throw up from a migraine, even with his momma and so many others in the family knowing what it was like. But to get sick on the floor at someone else's house? Especially when Tommy's mom didn't take kindly to any mess in the house. It was mortifying. He let out a choked sob, and hopped around the puddle of sick to get to the toilet to throw up again.

"I- uh. I'm gonna go get Mom." Tommy backed out of the room, leaving Steve alone. A few tears started to spill over as he wished he was at home, or just anywhere else, somewhere he could curl up in the dark until the pain was gone.

When Mrs Hagan came into the room, he could feel her anger even before she spoke. She berated him loudly, for the mess, over who would clean it up, for the disrespect when he wouldn't look at her, instead keeping his face buried in his arms in an attempt to block out the worst of the light. "Well, what do you have to say for yourself?"

"Migraine." Was the only word Steve was able to force out, barely above a whisper. Even saying just the one word made the pain spike, and he curled further into himself, trying to make himself as small as possible.

Mrs Hagan just scoffed, and left the room muttering about calling his parents. Steve just wanted his momma to pick him up and take him home. He didn't notice Tommy coming closer and sitting down next to him.

"What's a migraine?" Tommy asked, his voice softer than usual.

"Headache. Real bad headache." Steve murmured.

"So bad it makes you puke?"

Steve nodded once. "Light hurts."

"Oh." Tommy got up and moved across the room to turn the light off, and came back to sit with Steve.

They sat in silence until two sets of footsteps came along to the bathroom.

"You've been in here for so long and you haven't even tried to clean-" Mrs Hagan started, only to be cut off by Steve's mom.

"Stevie, is it a migraine?" She asked as she crossed the room, carefully avoiding the mess on the floor.

"Uh-huh. Momma, it hurts so bad."

"I know, baby. Let's get you home and in bed." She pulled a pair of dark sunglasses from her pocket, slipping them onto his face to block some of the light, before helping him to his feet. She couldn't lift him like she used to, but held him close so he could bury his face in her side.

"Who is going to clean up this mess, then?" Mrs Hagan demanded.

"You, maybe? It's something you could have done instead of shouting at a sick child for something he couldn't control. Just be thankful he made it to the tile, when he gets like this at home, half the time he doesn't even make it out of bed." Mrs Harrington's tone was quiet, not wanting to make Steve's migraine even worse, but firm and cold. She kept her arm wrapped tight around Steve's shoulders as she guided him from the bathroom.

"I've got your stuff. Feel better, Steve." Tommy came out of his room with Steve's bag.

Steve allowed his mom to take him through the house and out to the car. She buckled him into the backseat, with a bucket beside him in an attempt to protect the upholstery. All he wanted to do was get home, so he could curl up in a dark room and try to sleep it off.

Steve's parents started leaving him home alone on occasion when he was twelve. Starting with a day or two at a time, getting a bit longer as he got older.

Luckily, they were never both away when he got a migraine, until a little after he turned fifteen. He woke up one Friday morning, near the end of his freshman year, with the all too familiar pain in his head. The usual rush of nausea sent him lurching for his ensuite bathroom, barely making it in time to throw up.

"Momma?" He called weakly once he was done, only to be met with the silence in the house. It took a few moments for him to remember that he was home alone, his parents had left the day before and wouldn't be back until Sunday evening. He eased himself up and shuffled back into his bedroom so he could call his mom. He opened his eyes as little as possible to read the note with the hotel information on. He dialled the number, and gave the room details.

"Maria Harrington speaking?"

"Momma?" Steve couldn't help whimpering as the pain spiked.

"Oh, Stevie. Another migraine?" She asked.

"Yeah. It hurts so bad."

"Okay, go back to bed, and I'll call the school. Call me again tonight to let me know how you are." She directed.

"Yes, Momma. Love you."

"Love you too, feel better soon sweetheart."

Steve spent most of the day sleeping or running to the bathroom to throw up. He only managed to consume some cold water from the bathroom tap, not wanting to make the effort to get downstairs.

He woke in the early evening, feeling a little better, to the sound of someone knocking on the front door. He tried to drag himself out of bed, but the dizziness starting to take hold made it nearly impossible to move. After a few minutes, he heard the door open and shut, followed by footsteps on the stairs. "Steve, dude? You here?" He heard Tommy call.

"Bedroom." He replied, wincing a little. Tommy must have let himself in using the spare key for the movie night and sleepover they'd planned. At least they hadn't planned for a party.

"Oh, shit. One of your headaches?" Tommy asked as he came into Steve's room.

"Yeah." Steve pushed himself up into a vague sitting position.

"I guess I should go, then. You need anything?" Tommy offered.

"Can you grab me some water? And like toast or something?" Steve asked, settling back against his pillows. He hated cancelling and changing plans, but at least Tommy was understanding about it.

Tommy agreed and left the room, returning a few minutes later with the requested items. He handed the plate to Steve and put several bottles of water on the nightstand. "I would invite you over so you weren't alone, but-" he trailed off, but Steve knew what he was getting at. Ever since the time he'd thrown up on the bathroom floor at a sleepover, Mrs Hagan hadn't let him in the house.

"It's fine. If this doesn't make me puke, I'll just be sleeping it off."

After the fight with Jonathan, the migraines became more frequent, happening about once a month. He also got a little more light sensitivity on the days around a migraine, leading him to start carrying sunglasses with him at all times. Everything else was the same, waking up with the agonizing headache, throwing up multiple times, trying to sleep it off, then the lingering dizziness once the pain started to subside. But he had one other thing to contend with. Nancy.

The first one that really affected anything was in January. They hadn't gotten back together until mid-December, then Nancy had been busy with family over Christmas, so she never knew about the migraines Steve got in that time.

But come January, it was nearly impossible to avoid it, with the amount of time they were spending together. Steve was driving Nancy to school most days, and home if their schedules lined up. Date nights. Study dates. Biweekly dinners with Barb's parents.

It was a day when they were supposed to have one of those dinners after school, and Steve woke up with the blinding pain in his head. He rushed out of bed, stumbling as he got caught in his sheets. He knew he wouldn't get to the bathroom in time, so he lunged for the trash can by his desk. He curled around it as he emptied his stomach, throwing up violently.

"Steve?" His mom opened his door, obviously having heard the noise.

"Momma." Steve swallowed hard, trying to will away the nausea. "It's a migraine."

"I know, baby." She moved to sit with him, rubbing his back gently and holding his hair off his face as he started heaving again. "It's okay, Stevie. Get it all out, then you can go back to sleep."

Steve slumped against his mom once he was done, wanting the comfort she was offering and unable to find the energy to move back to bed.

"If you're finished, I can clean that out for you?" She offered after a few minutes, just getting a nod in reply. "Okay, then let's get you back in bed."

Steve whined a little as she helped him to his feet, and guided him back to bed. She tucked him in, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "Do you need anything?"

"Need to call Nance. Tell her I'm not coming." He mumbled.

"Do you want me to?" She offered.

Steve shook his head. "I can." He insisted, feeling around for the phone on his nightstand.

"Okay, baby. I'll check on you later." She left the room, taking the trash can with her.

Steve dialled the now-familiar number, hoping it would be Nancy answering, he didn't want to have to make small talk with her mom, or take her brother's attitude. It was Mrs Wheeler that answered, and he forced his way through the basic pleasantries and asking to speak to Nancy. He winced at the volume of the shout at the other end of the phone, before Nancy's voice came through.

"Nance, I can't make it today. I've got a migraine." He said, wanting the call to be done as soon as possible so he could try to get back to sleep.

"But we promised Barb's parents. We can't cancel just because you've got a headache." Nancy protested.

"It's not just a headache. I'm sick with it. It hurts so bad, I can barely get out of bed. I won't be in school, so can we please reschedule?" He was almost begging at the end, wanting to get off the phone and hating that Nancy wasn't believing him.

"Fine." Nancy huffed. "I've got to go."

Before he could respond, a dial tone came through. He hung up the phone and laid down, pulling the blankets right over his head in an attempt to block out the light filtering through his thin curtains.

Once he was well enough to be back at school, he explained his migraines to Nancy, the frequency, the symptoms. How they were different to normal headaches.

Right up until they broke up, if he cancelled because of a migraine, she always complained about him ditching her for just a headache.

After getting beaten by Billy, the migraines got worse. Way more frequent, two, three, four times a month. The pain was somehow more intense, the dizziness after was worse and lasted a lot longer. The light sensitivity was almost constant. And they would come on at random, not just when he woke up.

Multiple times he had to run out of class because a migraine started suddenly. Bursting into whatever bathroom was closest for him to throw up. More than once, he ended up in the girls' bathroom, but he couldn't bring himself to care as long as he wasn't puking on the floor.

People had different reactions, some girls freaking out when he ran into the bathroom. Some people assumed he had come into school hungover, others that he was on drugs. Sometimes people would offer help, but he was usually ignored. Tommy made a basic comment about the migraines being worse, but never tried to offer any help or comfort.

The worst one didn't hit at home, or even at school. He was driving home from the trip he'd taken to Indianapolis, and it hit as he came into Hawkins. He had to pull over quickly, opening his door just in time to throw up over the side of the road. He whined softly, knowing this was the worst place he could get a migraine. He was still in the wooded area before hitting the town, there were no houses this far out, so his only hope was if someone drove by and saw his car. As he retched and threw up again he wondered if he could get away with trying to sleep it off in the backseat, there was no way he could drive with the way he was feeling. A slam of a car door startled him, and he swore softly as it made the pain worse.

"Harrington?" He registered the gruff voice as belonging to Hopper, but he didn't respond. He heard the heavy footsteps coming closer. "Jesus Christ, kid. How much did you drink last night?"

"Not hungover," Steve mumbled, breathing slowly to try and ease the nausea. "Migraine."

"Shit. Are your parents home?"

Steve shook his head slowly. "Miami."

"Come on, I'll get you back to mine, so you can rest up." Hopper helped Steve out of the car, getting a few steps before Steve lurched forward onto his knees, throwing up a little into the grass. Hopper kept his hands on Steve's shoulders, steadying him so he wouldn't fall over.

"Sorry," Steve whispered, letting Hopper pull him back to his feet and guide him to Hopper's car.

"But-" Steve couldn't quite form the words, just gesturing vaguely in the direction of his car once he was in Hopper's passenger seat.

"Don't worry about it. We ain't far from the cabin, I'll come get it once you're settled." Hopper started the car, driving slowly.

Steve sat with his head back and eyes closed, hoping that he could hold off the nausea enough so he wouldn't throw up in someone else's car. It wasn't too much longer before the car pulled to a stop.

"Just a couple of minutes walk from here." Hopper got out of the car, and moved around to help Steve out. He kept an arm around Steve as he helped him to the cabin, not wanting him to fall over.

Once they were in the cabin, El perked up. "Is he hurt?" She asked cautiously.

"He's sick. Got a real bad headache, so we're going to have to be quiet, okay?" Hopper explained as he took Steve through the cabin. "Can you find the bucket from under the sink for me?"

Steve made a weak noise of protest as Hopper pushed him down onto a bed.

"You can sleep in here, it's my room. Sorry there's no door, but you can get some rest." Hopper explained, kneeling down to get Steve's shoes off when he didn't try to do it himself.

"No, I can sleep-" Steve started to protest, not wanting to put Hopper out of his bed.

"It's okay, kid. You need the bed more than me right now. I'll sleep on the couch tonight. Just try to hit the bucket if you're going to puke again."

Steve opened his mouth to argue, but decided against it, instead pulling the covers over himself.

"I'll grab you some medicine, then I'll leave you to sleep."

Steve shook his head quickly, regretting it when it made the pain get worse for a moment. "Can't. Makes me sick."

When he woke up, it took him a few minutes to get his bearings and remember where he was. He tried to push himself into a sitting position, but the intense dizziness had him dropping back against the pillows. He groaned and swore softly.

Hopper appeared in the doorway a couple of minutes later, he must have heard Steve's reaction to trying to move. "Hey, kid. How're you feeling now?"

"Dizzy. I can't move." Steve mumbled, wanting to bury his face in a pillow until the room stopped moving.

"Do you need anything?"

"Uh. Water please?"

Hopper nodded, leaving the room for a moment and coming back with a bottle of water. "Is this normal?"

"Happens sometimes. Got worse with the concussion." Steve explained.

"Your parent's know about it?"

"Yeah. 's genetic, Mom gets them too."

"Keep resting up, shout if you need anything." Hopper left the room and Steve shut his eyes again, hoping to sleep off the dizziness the way he had slept off the pain.

Steve assumed that getting a migraine at school would be the worst possible time, but once he was working ('a real job, Steven. None of this lifeguarding where you get to laze around a pool all day.'), it was on an entirely different level.

It was so much more migraine-inducing. The constant noise, music from within the store, in the mall, and seeping through from other stores. The horrifyingly repetitive tunes coming out of the kiddie rides dotted around the mall. The screams and squeals and cries and whines coming from the kids that were either overstimulated by the environment or throwing a tantrum when they didn't get their way. The attitude and entitlement from customers young and old over samples or not having enough choice or price or 'just how many calories are in this?'. Then there was the brightness, within Scoops the colors were all so oversaturated, the mall, in general, seemed to have so many lights at full power, showcasing all the options, as well as the neon lights advertising everywhere.

One of the worst things was the smells. So many conflicting smells mixing together with a nauseating result. The overpowering artificial lemon that always hung in the air from the cleaners they had to use. The sickly smell of the ice cream, the hot fudge, the caramel, the fountain drinks, and even the fruit made it worse. And sometimes there was the harsh smell when someone let their kid go too crazy on soda and ice cream and toppings resulting in puke on the floor.

Oh, and there was the snarky coworker he shared most of his shifts with that seemed to have a strong distaste for Steve.

It was over halfway through his shift when the migraine struck. It had been a rough day, a lot of customers coming through, kids constantly running around and screaming, and constant complaints that required the same few explanations. Steve could feel it coming on, but thought it would just be a normal headache, taking painkillers during his break to head it off. But they didn't work. There was only an hour or two left before the guys on the late shift were due to come in and take over when the pain struck. The initial burst of pain was so bad it caused him to double up behind the counter. He tried to breathe shallowly in an attempt to avoid the nausea but it hit hard and had him running for the break room.

"Where are you going, Dingus?" Robin shouted after him, but he couldn't respond.

He got most of the way across the room, but began to doubt whether he would make it to the bathroom. He grabbed one of the buckets from the cleaning supplies, and sunk to his knees as he started heaving into it. He did his best to stay as quiet as possible while he threw up, knowing that sound carried between the front and the breakroom and not wanting to put off other people.

"What the hell, you need to get back-" Robin burst into the break room, but cut off when she saw Steve on the floor throwing up. "Seriously, Dingus? It's barely two in the afternoon and you're already drunk? What were you doing, sneaking vodka in your lunch break?"

"Not drunk." He mumbled.

"Hungover, then?"

"Not hungover. Migr-" He cut himself off to throw up again.

Robin scoffed, but she had to go back out as the bell rang on the counter.

Steve couldn't tell how long. it had been, it could have been an hour, it could have just been five minutes. His vomiting had slowed, but the pain of the migraine persisted. He became aware of Robin speaking to someone, but couldn't quite place the rough voice.

"Harrington around?"

"He's in the breakroom throwing up. And he keeps denying being hungover."

"Mind if I go back there?"

Steve heard Robin agree, before the door swung open and heavy footsteps entered the room. Steve slowly opened his eyes just long enough to see Hopper.

"Shit, kid. What happened?"

"Migraine," Steve whispered, not wanting to make the pain worse.

"You didn't think to tell her that?"

"Couldn't." Steve gestured toward the bucket. "Tried to, but."

"Okay. You're gonna need to go home. D'you want me to drive you, or call your parents?" Hopper offered.

"You. Don't know if Mom's home yet." Steve mumbled.

"Uh-huh. I'll just let her know, then I'll take you home."

Steve let himself lose focus, not really paying attention to his surroundings. Once Hooper came back, he asked to leave using the back exit, not wanting to walk through the busy mall with the chief of police while clutching a bucket in case he threw up again.

Steve didn't really speak during the drive hom, keeping his head back and his eyes closed to try and fight off some of the pain. He opened his eyes as they pulled up outside his house, and noticed his mom's car parked on the drive.

"Why'd you come in?" Steve asked as he moved to get out of the car.

"I was going to ask for a favor for El, but it doesn't matter. It can wait 'til you're better."

"Okay, thanks chief." Steve stumbled up the drive, wincing at the brightness of the sun. He let himself in, knowing he was going to have his mom go overboard on caring for him, like she always did when he had a migraine.

When he returned to work on his next shift, he knew he had to face Robin. His mom dropped him off, as his car was still in the Starcourt parking lot. He beat Robin in, so started working on the opening tasks.

"Hey, Dingus, no hangover today, right?" Robin asked as she walked through to the breakroom to drop off her stuff.

"Wasn't a hangover." Steve protested. "It was a migraine."

"That's those really bad headaches, right?"

"Yeah, I get them sometimes. And if I had the choice, I would prefer a hangover. They hurt less." Steve leaned on the counter, waiting for Robin to double-check the till.

"Is that why you kept running out of class? I swear, if you were a girl everyone would have thought you were pregnant with the amount of times you kept throwing up."

"Getting my face beat in twice in like a year made them worse. I've had them since I was a kid, but after the concussions, it was on a different level. I started getting them at school more, and they always make me sick." Steve explained.

The only thought Steve could process before the final punch from the Russians knocked him out was that if he got out of it, this concussion was not going to help his migraines.

At first, he didn't really notice a difference. Between recovering from the concussion, whatever drugs the Russians had injected them with, and the other injuries he received from the beating, alongside the mental strain of everything that had happened, he just didn't have the energy to register any changes. But they did get worse.

They were hitting every week, at least once, sometimes more often. And the thing he found most worrying after he'd noticed it, was them fucking with his vision. Even at the best of times, his vision wasn't as good as it had been before the encounter with the Russians. But with a migraine? It was bad on a whole new level. Sometimes it even got so bad that he would go blind in one eye. Usually only for a few minutes at a time, a half hour at most, but there was that one time that his vision didn't return for the duration of the migraine.

He tried to keep it secret, hide the migraines as much as possible. Robin knew about them, but he didn't want her to know about the severity or the frequency of them. And if he could avoid it, he didn't want the kids to know about them at all. From the amount of times he had to cancel on them, they knew there was something wrong, but he wouldn't give them the details.

Robin picked up on how bad the migraines had gotten when one struck at work, midway through their shared Sunday late shift.

One minute they were laughing and joking together, having playful arguments over what the next movie should be, the next, Steve was hunching in on himself from the sudden onset of pain.

"Steve, are you okay?" Robin asked, worried about his sudden change in demeanour. "Is it a migraine?"

Steve nodded, and swallowed twice, trying to hold back the unavoidable nausea. He bolted out from behind the desk in the direction of the employee bathroom. He made it over the toilet with barely a second to spare before he was throwing up. He was only alone for a minute, then he was aware of Robin behind him, holding back his hair and rubbing his back.

"It's a bad one, huh?" Robin said after Steve had sat back, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed.

"Mmm-hmm. They're all bad." Steve replied, a slight slur to his words. He opened his eyes to look at Robin, the bathroom being dimly lit as neither of them had bothered to turn the light on. As he did, he noticed that his vision wasn't normal, he could see out of his right eye, but his left eye not so much.

"Your eyes look weird? Do they normally look weird when you have a migraine? They're kinda glassy and the left one isn't really focusing." Robin started to ramble but tried to hold back, knowing that too much talking made Steve's migraines worse.

"Can't see. Left eye." Steve mumbled, not wanting to have to try to explain.

"What do you mean you can't see? Should I call an ambulance, that's really concerning. What if it's like a brain tumor or something?" Robin started to panic a little, almost spiralling with concern for her best friend.

"Happens sometimes. Migraine thing. Goes away soon." Steve was only speaking in half sentences, not able to form his thoughts properly.

"How can you be so casual about not being able to see? Have you seen a doctor about it? How long has it been happening? Has it always happened with your migraines?" Robin's voice raised a little, causing Steve to wince at her tone.

"Russians fault. Doctor can't do anything." Steve explained. "You're too loud."

"Sorry," Robin whispered. "Are you done?"

"Think so. Help?"

Robin helped Steve up and guided him to the couch in the staff room, pushing his shoulder until he laid down. She left him with a small trash can on the floor near his head in case he threw up again, as well as a bottle of water in reach.

"Is your mom home?" Robin asked before she left the room.

"No."

"I'll call Dad to pick us up. They'll let you crash in the guest room until you feel better." Robin switched the light off as she went back out onto the shop floor.

Steve knew he would have a ton of questions from Robin once his migraine was gone, but for now, all he wanted was to sleep it off.

After Vecna, Steve was just grateful that everyone survived. Eddie had minor injuries from the bat bites, which would have been a whole lot worse if Steve hadn't insisted on him zipping his jacket closed, Max had two broken legs, a broken arm, and minor vision issues, but was expected to make a full recovery, just needing glasses in the long term. Steve had his bat bites, the road rash on his back and arms from being dragged along the ground in the Upside Down, infection in both those wounds from running around in a toxic environment without proper wound care, and slight damage to his windpipe from being strangled twice. He counted himself lucky that he hadn't received yet another concussion, no new head trauma meant that at least his migraines weren't getting worse.

But it didn't mean that they had gotten any easier. It was getting harder and harder for him to hide his migraines, or at least the severity of them, from the others, as the group had drawn in closer than ever, spending time together multiple times a week. Eddie figured it out early on, after Steve cancelled on another hangout.

He drove over to Steve's, letting himself in with the spare key when his knocking wasn't answered for nearly ten minutes despite Steve's car being parked in the drive.

"Steve?" He called, hearing a pained whimper from upstairs in response.

Steve didn't want anyone to see him deep in the throes of a migraine, at least not anyone that hadn't already experienced him with a migraine. But he wasn't in a position to turn anyone away, barely able to move, unable to get his mind and voice to cooperate enough to string more than two words together, his vision blurred in both eyes. He didn't even react when Eddie came into his room.

"Oh, Stevie," Eddie whispered.

Eddie easily fell into caring for Steve, cleaning out the bucket by the bed, replacing empty water bottles with fresh ones. Once he'd done the basic chores, he joined Steve on the bed, alternating between rubbing his back and gently tracing his fingers through his hair until Steve fell asleep.

Once Steve woke up, the pain of the migraine had mostly lifted, leaving behind the dizziness. He was coherent enough to be able to hold more of a conversation.

"Eds?" He mumbled, his throat a little dry.

"Hey, Stevie. How're you feeling now?" Eddie asked, keeping his voice quiet.

"Better. Dizzy, though." Steve burrowed into Eddie's side a little.

"Was it a migraine?"

"Yeah. How'd you know?"

"My mom used to get them. I don't think they were as bad as that one looked for you. But I just did what used to help her."

"It felt nice." Steve hummed.

"Good. Do you, like, get them a lot?" Eddie asked hesitantly.

Steve froze for a moment, before dropping into the explanation of them being genetic, and getting worse with each round of concussions. How different people had reacted, how his mother looked after him, often going too far, how Tommy had tried once upon a time, how Nancy never believed him, how Hopper started to help, and Robin coming in and doing her best, alongside her parents when his weren't home.

Eddie vowed that he would be there to support Steve through as many migraines as he could.

It wasn't long after Eddie witnessed Steve's migraines for the first time when they got together. There'd been something building between them for some time, but the care Eddie showed during the migraine was the final push for Steve. It had been a sticking point for him in dating for so long, since Nancy, not wanting someone who refused to believe him when he had to cancel due to a migraine.

And it wasn't too long after that when everyone else found out about Steve's migraines. He was due to be hosting a movie night, as he had the biggest house, and his parents were travelling out of Hawkins more than ever, but had to cancel just a few minutes before everyone was going to arrive as a result of a sudden onset of a migraine.

Robin and Eddie had been there early to help him set up, and witnessed the quick onset of it. He didn't make it to any of the downstairs bathrooms, throwing up repeatedly on the floor before he was able to. He shut himself in his mom's room, not wanting to try and get upstairs, leaving Eddie and Robin to deal with everything else. Eddie set to cleaning up the mess on the floor, Robin taking the duty of turning everyone away. She'd tried to call the others as soon as she noticed the migraine hitting Steve, but all of them had already left. She waited by the door, not wanting anyone to barge in and start being loud enough to disturb Steve. She gave the excuse of Steve suddenly getting sick without enough time for them to call, not giving the details as she knew Steve wouldn't want her to. There were a number of complaints, but she was able to get everyone to leave without too much of a fuss.

But he had to explain it at the next gathering. The kids basically confronted him about his constant cancelling, getting backed up by Nancy.

"I'm surprised he hasn't tried blaming a headache. He used to pull that all the time when we were dating." Nancy said.

"Jesus christ, Nancy. How many times did I have to explain it to you that they weren't just headaches? I get migraines." Steve snapped, then suddenly realizing that he'd said it in front of everyone.

"Yeah. That's the same excuse you always used. Cancelling on me because you had a headache, using a fancy word for it doesn't change what they are."

"Migraines are totally different to just a headache. Let me guess, you've never seen him while he was experiencing one?" Eddie asked.

"No, but they can't be that much of a big deal." Nancy scoffed.

"I puke. A lot. And it's the worst pain imaginable. Way more painful than getting chewed on by those demobats. I would take a thousand hangovers over one migraine. I can't eat or drink or take anything for the pain because it just comes back up. Opening my eyes gets nearly impossible if there is any amount of light, and speaking becomes physically painful. I can't do anything when I have one other than try to sleep it off. And once the pain is gone, I get so dizzy I can't move." Steve explained.

"You're over-exaggerating it," Nancy replied, rolling her eyes. "You don't need to be so dramatic."

"He's really not? I've seen a couple and they're bad." Hopper pointed out.

"If anything, he's underselling how bad they get. Just accept that you were wrong, and move on." Robin added, glaring daggers at Nancy.

"Well, how was I supposed to know?" Nancy huffed.

"You could have just listened to me. I explained this repeatedly when we were together, and you never believed me. You could have come over after school to see how I was, or even called to check on me. When we were friends, Tommy would drop by if I ever missed school, especially if my parents weren't home, to make sure I was okay or if I needed anything. But all I got from you was you being bitchy and cold to me over it when I next saw you. As if it was my fault."

Nancy didn't respond, instead turning and leaving the room.

"So, these migraines." Dustin was the first to break the silence. "How can we help?"

In this, I believe that Steve's mom isn't great and is kinda distant most of the time, but she almost goes overboard with affection and care when Steve has a migraine because she blames herself for his suffering, as it was passed down through her family. Also, my characterisation of Nancy comes from how dismissive she was of Steve in s2, over his concerns about what could happen if Barb's parents found out the truth, and with the fight in the alley where she wouldn't take responsibility for what she said the night before. Also, the attitude she got over Steve wanting to cancel on dinner with Barb's parents. And her 'my way or the highway' attitude that comes across multiple times in the show. This was supposed to be a quick and easy fic to get out while I worked on my other fics, but I had a migraine flare-up that lasted nearly a week. And now we have hot weather in the UK which seems to be easing the symptoms of my other chronic illnesses, so writing is taking a little bit of a backseat while I take advantage of feeling the best I've felt in like a year and getting all the shit done that I've not had the energy to do for so long.

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hot, hot - kim mingyu

werewolf!mingyu x fem!reader

word count: ~1.3k

kinktober masterlist

warning(s): smut under the cut!! (mdni), pwop, abo au, mingyu is an omega, reader is an alpha (though its not stated), sub!mingyu, mingyu is caught? masturbating, mingyu is called pup (affectionate) & omega (derogatory), slight degradation, begging?, dumbification (he goes dumb the second reader touches him), cum play?, multiple orgasms, dick riding? (mingyu fucks up into reader), hand job, mentions of wanting to eat you out, clingy mingyu (post sex), whiney mingyu, soft aftercare (kind of), let me know if i forgot anything! - don’t mind grammatical errors / typos (i tried)

mingyu was always good at keeping track of his heat; he had an app that kept detailed outlines of all his symptoms as well as accurately timing his next heat. however there were some miscalculations and now he’s started a day early. was he hanging around too many alphas that went into rut the last couple of days? was he just super stressed and his body needed the release? maybe it was the fact that he marked the wrong day on his calendar and he expected to start a day later than he actually did.

“y/n!” he cries out as he cums all over his stomach. this is what he’s been doing all day, desperately fucking his hand as he waits for you to come home from work. he lost count of how many orgasms he’s had but it was enough to make his eyesight fuzzy and his muscles sore from tensing up.

“one more.” he whispered to himself, a whimper leaving him as he moved his hand up and down his still painfully hard dick. he was so sensitive but he couldn’t care as he throws his head back against his pillows and moans loudly, the blood rushes in his ears and all he can think about is cumming again.

“gyu?” you whisper, eyes wide when you open your bedroom door to see the poor boy so blissed out he doesn’t even notice you. the smell of his heat hit you like a truck, almost falling over from how strong it was. “fuck.” you go to cover your nose, citrus and wood burning your senses as you try to fight the arousal that fought to take over your body.

“y/n.. y/n.. y/n!” your name fell off mingyu's tongue like a prayer as his orgasm hit him hard and fast again. panting heavily he finally blinks his eyes open, his senses still messed up as his head tilts down to look at you standing in the doorway. he whimpers loudly, his cum covered hand reaching for you as he whispers about how badly it all hurts.

you were already a mess, slick coating your underwear and thighs as you stepped fully into the room. you gave up fighting your arousal (and potential heat coming) to discard your clothes as quickly as possible. you coo quietly to mingyu who hasn’t stopped whining for you, your scent finally washing over him once you crawl onto the bed to sit on your knees, hovering above his legs as you tilt your head down to look at his state.

“did you go into heat early, baby?” you mumble, soothing your hands up his thighs and over his lower stomach. he gasps and nods his head quickly, his hips jerking up when you touch everywhere except his dick.

it felt like forever for mingyu before you finally wrap your hand around the base of his dick. he lets out the loudest moan possible as he starts to babble incoherently, your touch alone driving him crazy as he starts to buck his hips up to fuck your hand.

“shhh baby, let me take care of you.” you hold his hips down the best you could as you jerk your hand fast, watching how he falls apart almost instantly.

mingyu wasn’t a typical omega, he didn’t take shit from anyone that was in a higher position than him and he’d be damned if anyone called him weak or a cry baby. yet when he was in heat he crumbled under your touch, crying from sheer pleasure of it and begging you for more, even when he physically couldn't handle it. that’s exactly where he found himself right now, crying as you ripped another orgasm from him using your hand.

“i know,” you coo quietly, “you’re burning up.” you mumble before licking some of the cum off your hand only to scoop up more and bring it up to mingyu's mouth, letting him taste himself all over your fingers. you moan quietly when he swirls his tongue around your digits. he lets out a quiet groan at the salty taste before he’s opening his eyes to look at you, god he wanted you to ruin him so bad but he couldn’t even form coherent sentences right now with how muddled his brain was.

so instead of taking mingyu grabs ahold of you, pulling your hips up his body so your pussy is sitting on his dick. you hiss at the contact, your clint swollen and craving stimulation.

“such a needy little omega, covered in cum already but still wanting more.” you shake your head and tsk quietly when he whimpers and bucks his hips up into yours causing the both of you to moan.

on normal days mingyu would be on top, listening to everything you told him to do but today wasn’t a normal day. it was always bad when he went into heat but the first day was normally the worst as everything hits him at once, and right now he needed you to do all the work.

“i’ve got you.” your voice was soft, a constraint from the words you said to him not even a minute ago. you decided to be nice today, knowing that he needed the relief because you didn’t know how long he was laying here trying to relieve his body and mind from the onslaught of lust and pain.

you move your hips up to give you space to grab mingyu's dick, lining it up with your entrance. you don’t even have time to react before mingyus takes matters into his own hands, pushing his hips up and bottoming out in one go. your mouth falls open as you moan along with him, his dick already twitching as he grips your hips and fucking up into you like a toy.

“gyu,” you moan, letting your body fall forward to lay against his chest, his skin burning hot as he wraps his arms around you to keep you close. you dig your nails into his shoulders to help ground yourself as he desperately fucked into you, whining loudly into your hair. “feels so good.” you mumble before kissing at his neck, sucking lightly to keep from being too loud.

mingyu’s mouth falls open as he lets out a whiney moan, his legs tensing up as his rhythm falls apart, his orgasm fast approaching again as he holds you tighter. your name is falling from his lips for the thousandth time that day as he unloads his cum deep inside of you. he struggles to catch his breath as he stills, groaning at the way you clench around him.

you both lay there for a second, allowing mingyu to finally come to his senses. the haze cleared from his mind as he blinked a couple times, finally registering what was going on.

“i’m sorry,” he mumbles quietly, rubbing at your lower back. it was clear that he had a pout on his face as he huffs quietly. “i didn’t get to make you cum.” you couldn’t help but laugh quietly, sitting up and carefully moving off of his softening dick.

“it’s ok baby, we have the next couple of days for you to make me cum.” you smile reassuringly down at him as you rest your hand on his cheek, gently rubbing his cheekbone.

“i can eat you.” he gave you the softest puppy dog eyes ever and you almost caved. the arousal was definitely thick in the air as you rub your thighs together at the thought of him being between them.

“not right now pup, you need a shower. you’re sticky and smelly.” you laugh again when he whines. sitting up quickly mingyu almost head butts you but you’re quick to jerk back but you’re not quick enough to escape his grasp as he grabs hold of you.

“you smell too.” he huffs in fake annoyance as he buries his face in your neck, he always got clingy after sex (especially during his heat) and if you moved to far away he’d throw a fit. he made sure to keep you in his arms as he hoists you up off the bed, and despite your protests, and his legs shaking, he held you all the way to the bathroom.

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cozage · 7 months

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The Daughter's Return Part 3

Chapter 14: Returning Home

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Characters: female reader x Portgas D. Ace Word Count: 1.4k

You loathed this little cottage house near the ocean.

And yet, as you stood facing the sea, you were overwhelmed with joy.

“Hey.” Ace appeared behind you, kissing your cheek as you turned to look at him. You weren’t sure why, but seeing him here made you want to cry.

He wrapped his arms around your very pregnant belly, and you could feel your stomach start to move in response to his touch.

“Feels like the baby wants to get out pretty bad,” Ace cooed, rubbing his hands across your stretched skin.

“Do you think it’s a boy or a girl?” You asked. “We haven’t even thought of names yet.”

“I thought we’d have more time,” Ace said, laughing nervously. “Everything happened so fast. At least the nursery is ready.”

You looked at him, surprised. “The nursery?”

“Finished it this morning.” He paused to kiss you again. “Wanna see?”

“No!” You cried. You weren’t sure why, but you knew you couldn’t go into that house.

Ace looked hurt at your immediate distaste, and you rushed to rectify it.

“I’m sure it’s perfect,” you said. “I just want to be here with you right now.”

He smiled, resting his head on your shoulder. “I think it’s a girl,” he muttered. “I hope she looks just like you.”

A ringing came from inside the house, and Ace kissed your cheek and ran to it.

“Ace!” You cried, running after him. “Wait, don’t go in-“

You passed through the door frame without a second thought, only trying to save Ace.

You were suddenly standing in the middle of a Marine Base, Marines rushing around.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” Akainu’s voice came from behind you, and a strong hand gripped your shoulder as he turned you around to face him. “How did you-“

The cigar fell out of his mouth, and everyone in the compound stopped to look at you.

His mouth twisted into a smile, his eyes darting down to your round belly. “Newgate. Looks like you’ve been keeping secrets.”

You pulled away from him, sprinting as fast as you could. But you were in enemy territory, and he was faster than you now. You didn’t even make it twenty feet before he grabbed you by the hair, yanking you backwards.

You screamed out, clawing at his arm as you tried to break free. But his grip on you was steeled, refusing to let you go.

“Ace!” You screamed out. “Ace! Help!”

“You poor delusional girl,” he sneered, throwing industrial sea prism handcuffs over your wrists. “Portgas D. Ace is dead. He has been for months. And now you and your child can join him. And finally, two wretched bloodlines will end.”

He shook you like a ragdoll, laughing maniacally at his victory. Just like he had told you long ago, he would get the last laugh.

“Wake up!” Shanks shouted, and your eyes flew open.

Your body was being held down and shaken, and you panicked as you thrashed to get out of Akainu’s grip, still thinking of your dream.

“Get off!” You screamed, pushing people away. “Stay away from me!”

Hands quickly receded, Shanks and Beckman exchanging a worried glance.

“You had a bad dream, kid.” Shanks reached back out, but you cowered away from him, your mind still groggy. “You’re okay. It was just a dream.”

“No.” You searched the room, eyes crazed as if you were a trapped animal. “No. Where’s Ace?”

“He’s not here,” Shanks reminded you gently.

You felt your stomach. It was no longer large and swollen like your dream. It was as you remembered it now, just a small bump.

“It felt so real,” you whispered. But your reality was slowly coming back to you. “Where’s Ace?” You asked again. You were afraid of the answer.

“Impel Down,” Shanks said. “We got news that he arrived there this morning.”

“How long until-“ you couldn’t finish the sentence.

“Eight days,” Shanks told you. “You should really get some-“

“I need to go find my father.” You sat up, ignoring the queasy feeling in your stomach. Your bracelet was still on, so you had to assume this was a result of your own nerves.

“Your boat is ready for you,” Shanks said, accepting your determination to go home. “You should be able to reach Whitebeard by tonight.”

You knew that it should’ve been a longer trip home. Shanks must have been sailing towards Whitebeard while you slept. Towards someone who was supposed to be his rival. Just so you could get home faster.

Tears filled your eyes and you lunged toward him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Thank you, Shanks.”

“I’ll see you in Marineford,” he whispered. You gave a tearful nod and got out of bed, eager to get back to your ship. To your family.

The sea was kind to you on your return journey, and you had the feeling Shanks and his crew followed you back to your ship, always just out of view.

The setting sun painted the Moby Dick in a beautiful glow. You took a chance to admire it, throwing away your fear and dread just for a moment to stand in awe of the massive ship.

Your father stood at the bow of the ship, clearly waiting for you. You almost wished he would use his ability and send a tidal wave your way. It would be less scary than his silent stare. You saw Marco next to him, and he shot into the sky and towards you.

Marco dropped down onto your ship, staring at you in disappointment.

“You knew that day, didn’t you?” He asked. “That’s why you left so fast.”

“I was pretty sure,” you whispered, staring at your feet.

You couldn’t look him in the eye. You couldn’t help but feel like everything that had happened was your fault now.

“Do you not trust me?” Marco asked, his voice breaking. “After everything we’ve been through, you really don't-” He let out a shaky breath, unable to continue his sentence.

“I knew you would have to report it.” Your heart ached. You wanted to go back and change everything. To go to Marco earlier. To question Teach in the hallway. To make Ace realize he needed to stay with you. To hug Thatch again.

“I see.” Marco pulled out some sea prism handcuffs from his bag and held them out to you.

“I have a bracelet already.” You held up your arm, showing him the leather cord with sea prism stone.

“It’s not for that,” he said. “You’re a prisoner now.”

You took a step away from him, your mind clouded with confusion.

“You disobeyed orders, Y/N. Several times. There has to be consequences.”

“Marco-“

“Please don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

“I’ll behave,” you begged, taking another step away from him. If you put those cuffs on, you weren’t sure when they would be taken off. “Please don’t put those on me.”

“Just listen to me!” Marco shouted, stepping towards you. “Stop arguing for once!”

“Please no.” You took another step back, your back pressing against the railing of your ship. “I just wanted to help. Please don’t-“

He took another step toward you, pinning you against the side of the ship. He was close enough to force you to look at him now, and you could see he had dark bags under his eyes. You couldn’t imagine the amount of sleepless nights you had caused him.

“Please,” you begged. “I’ll listen to everything you say no matter what.”

He held out the cuffs silently, waiting for you to put your hands in them.

“You’re going to have to do it yourself,” you said, tears filling your eyes. “Please Marco. Don’t-“

He grabbed your wrist and snapped it into a cuff, and then your other one. You could feel all of the energy drain out of your body at the contact of the Marine-grade stone, and you stumbled from the exhaustion.

“You never did make things easy,” he said. His words were sharp, but his hands were gentle as he carefully scooped you off your feet and held you close to him. You stifled a sob as he extended his Phoenix wings to carry you back to the Moby Dick. Back home.

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Snow on the beach || Trafalgar Law x fem!reader

Words: 3.2K

Warnings: Doffy, swearing

Note: chapter 8 already, wow I’m so happy that people keep supporting this silly fic of mine. Thank you. And enjoy ❤️

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Chapter VIII: Three Brothers

Law looked at the three boys in front of him with tired eyes. He was supposed to leave 30 minutes ago but the most chaotic siblings of the whole town appeared at the last minute.

“Ah!” The youngest cried, making a pout.

“Don't be a cry baby Luffy!” The freckles one said.

“Sorry! But Ace, Torao it’s not being nice!” Luffy reproached.

“That’s what happens when you decide to get the sled when there was no snow, you wouldn’t be here and I wouldn’t be angry because I would have been in my house half an hour ago.”

“We are really sorry Dr. Trafalgar.” The blonde one spoke this time.

“Yeah sorry and please don’t mention any of this to Corazon.” Ace said.

“Why?”

“Because then he will tell Sengoku and Sengoku will tell our grandpa and… we don’t want to face him, he is terrifying.” Ace explained.

Law nodded. “I won’t tell anyone.” The three boys sighed in relief. “But you better not show up here at this hour ever again.”

“Don’t worry Dr. Trafalgar, it won’t happen.” Sabo said.

“Okay now, you can leave.”

“Thank you Torao!” Luffy smiled. “And by the way, can you tell y/n hi from me? I couldn’t visit her this weekend.” Law nodded and the boy left the room with a big smile.

Law stretched out in his seat and put away all his things, he was running late, surely you would have been home for a while by now. He left his office, waving goodbye to the few people that were left, he got in his car and started going back home.

He felt frustrated, he really wanted to take you home that night, and give you a small gift he bought earlier that day for you. It was a stupid gift and you probably could wait but he really wanted to see you and enjoy your company, even if it was for a few minutes. You made him feel like a completely different person and at first, when you tried to enter his life with that big smile and big dove eyes he hated it, he couldn’t understand why Corazon liked you so much. He thought you were just one of those city girls that wanted to experience living in an isolated town, take pictures of it, post them in social media and leave after three days, but you turned out to be different.

He exhaled in frustration, he had arrived home without realizing it. He turned off the engine and headed towards your house, you were probably still awake and he really wanted to see you. Law knocked on the door three times, but got no response, your lights were completely off and nothing could be heard inside the house. Maybe you were still in the restaurant? Something inside him told him that he should go to the restaurant quickly. He walked down the stairs to your porch and he got into the car, starting it quickly. That feeling in his chest area was there and it was making him nervous.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

You were still hugging yourself and keeping yourself away from that man. You looked both sides trying to see if you could spot a familiar face but the streets were empty and the bus was running late.

“Sir.” You spoke. “I don’t the person you are looking for, now I would prefer for you…”

“Oh c’mon sweet y/n…” He smiled. You trembled, you had not told him your name at any time. “I know you know him. Don’t play games with me.”

“I’m not playing games with you sir.” You tried to breathe but you felt like you were running out of it.

“It’s okay sweetheart, I won’t hurt you or anything.” The nickname made you want to throw up.

“But… will you hurt Law?”

“Hmn… only if he doesn’t do what I told him.”

“You’re absolutely disgusting, once the police find out about…” You spotted talking when he put his hand on your mouth.

“I told you I was not going to hurt you but sweetheart if you disrespect me or even turn me to the police, I won’t hesitate. Besides, I know you have a little sister, don’t you?” You swallowed under his hand, feeling how your eyes were getting teary. How did he know? You only mentioned having a sister to Nami and Law and you knew that none of them would ever tell this man. “So now you get it sweetheart?” You nodded and he let your mouth free, with that you spent a few steps away from him and tried to calm yourself.

“Oi y/n!” You heard a voice, a voice you were familiar with and a voice you were glad to hear.

You turned around to see the happiest boy in the world running in your direction, followed by two boys you didn't know about. You let out all the air that had been building up in your lungs for minutes, and smiled.

“Y/n!” He hugged you when he reached you. “What are you doing here? The restaurant was closed already.”

“I was waiting for the bus to go home.”

“Oh!” He nodded. “I see…” You glanced to your side, to see if the boss was still there, and yeah he was, not moving an inch, you hoped that with the presence of Luffy and his two friends, he would leave. “Do you know my brothers y/n?”

You tilted your head. “Brothers? I didn’t know you had.”

“Yep.” He smiled. “This is Ace.” He pointed at the black haired boy with freckles. “And this one is Sabo.” He pointed at the blonde one. “Guys this is y/n!”

“Nice to meet you y/n, we have heard a lot from you.” Sabo spoke.

“Oh for real?” You were surprised.

“Yeah Luffy talks a lot. You probably already noticed that.” Ace spoke this time and you smiled. Ace then put his eyes on the boss and he nudged Sabo a little so he would look at him too.

“Excuse me sir.” Sabo spoke and walked a few steps closer to the boss. “Are you looking for someone or something here?”

“Was he bothering you y/n?” Ace whispered to you.

You wanted to nod but you were afraid that man could hurt them, if you said anything.

“Y/n you can trust us, don’t worry.” It was Luffy this time.

“It’s okay guys. I was just waiting for my bus and this man appeared here. But nothing to worry about.” You lied, with a fake smile on your face.

“If the lady feels uncomfortable, I will leave.” The boss spoke. “Have a good night, hopefully we can meet in another circumstance.” Hopefully not. He started to walk away.

“You sure everything was alright y/n?” Sabo approached. You nodded again assuaging them everything was okay, although it was not true. “We can talk with the police if you want.”

“If you meet him and he bothers you, don’t hesitate to tell us. We will kick his ass.” Luffy said with a determined look on his face.

“Luffy, relax. Look what happened the last time you kicked someone’s ass.” Sabo sighed.

Luffy pouted. “But…” He shook his head. “Doesn’t matter, y/n is my friend and if that sunglassed guy bothers her I will send him flying.”

Ace rolled his eyes and smiled. “Y/n we will stay with you until the bus comes.”

“Oh there is no…”

“It wasn’t a question, we will stay.” Sabo said and sat down on the bus stop, followed by Ace and Luffy.

“Thank you.” You sat with them.

“So tell us y/n what were you doing before ending up here? It’s strange for us to get new people.” Ace asked.

“Mhm… well I just needed a peaceful place to stay. This was a good option.” You shook your head.

“It’s peaceful but sometimes it’s boring.” Luffy sighed.

“Getting bothered sometimes it’s good, Luffy. You started to pay attention to things you weren’t paying before.” You smiled. “I really liked it here, I mean I got the chance to meet you.” You looked at him.

“I’m also glad you came here.” He smiled and hugged you.

You smiled and hugged him back. “I didn’t know you had brothers.”

“Yep.” He smiled. “Ace, Sabo and I, we were raised together and became brothers.” You nodded.

“We were raised by Dadan, I don’t know if you have met her.” Ace explained and you shook your head. “It’s normal, she lives outside of the town and only comes from time to time.”

The three brothers explained to you how the three of them came from different backgrounds, how Sabo used to come every single weekend with his father and stepmother to spend the weekends at their house, but he would always sneak out to spend time with Ace first and then with Luffy too. Ace on the other hand, spent his whole life here, his mother died in childbirth and he didn’t know much about his father and honestly he didn’t care. As for Luffy, his grandfather raised him until he was four but then duty called and asked Dadan to look after him, his father apparently was someone important but Luffy couldn’t care less about it. The three of them bonded together and eventually they swore like brothers drinking sake.

You found heartwarming how they bonded with one another and how till this day, they are still together. Kelly was too young for you, she was still a baby, so that bond between you two was still not there. You hoped you could become someone who she could lean on, trust and watch as a role model. At least that’s what you used to want.

“Oh! Y/n!” Luffy took you back to reality. “Has Nami told you?”

“Told me? Was she supposed to?”

He nodded his head enthusiastically. “So every year, before Christmas we, the whole group, goes a few days . We stay in a cabin and enjoy the days on the frozen lake. This week we will be doing the same. Wanna c’mon?”

You thought for a moment, a mini vacation with your friends sounded amazing. “I would love to but the restaurant.”

“Don’t worry, Zeff usually closes the restaurant for a week before Christmas.” Ace said and Luffy nodded.

“Then yeah, sure.” You smiled and Luffy screamed in happiness. “Who is going?”

“Well… the group you already know, Sabo, will bring his girlfriend Koala and Ace will be bringing a friend of his, Yamato right?” Ace nodded. “You should ask Torao if he wants to come. Apparently you are the only one that is able to convince him or do this.” You laughed.

“I will try, but I can not promise anything.” You spot your bus coming. “Oh that’s my bus.” You stand up and the three boys did the same. “Thank you again for what you did.”

“There is no need y/n.” Sabo said.

“Yeah, don’t worry, you’re our little brother's friend and now you’re ours too, so we will always help you.” Ace said with a smile on his face.

“Yeah y/n you can count on us!” Luffy said.

“Thank you guys. I really appreciate it.” You hugged each of them. “I hope we see each other soon.”

The three of them nodded in unison and you couldn't help but giggle. You got on the bus and sat by the window to say goodbye to them from there. The three of them waved goodbye to you and you did the same until you lost sight of them. You leaned your head against the glass, it was still going to take you a while to get home, unlike the trips with Law in his car, here it was going to take longer because of the stops he made.

Law.

You closed your eyes remembering what happened before the brothers showed up. Now you understand why Law wanted to push you away, why was he so terrified for you. The boss already knew about your sister, which means he probably also knew about your mom and David too. It made you shake with the thought of them getting hurt once again because of you. You wanted them to be safe and okay, but being away you couldn’t be there to protect them. Although you knew there was a way to protect them, even if you were kilometers away.

No.

No you didn’t want to think about that possibility, you simply didn’t want it. What type of coward would you be if after telling Law to rely on you, not to push you away, to let you help him, you started to push him away, you would do exactly that, push him away. Leave him alone. Leaving there was not an option either. You didn't want to continue running away and you didn't want to abandon the people you had met in this town. There had to be some option, one where you wouldn't put your family's lives in danger, where you wouldn't have to stay away from Law, and where you could help him get rid of that man.

“Lady?” You heard from the front of the bus. “Isn’t this your stop?” You looked around and it fact it was.

“Yes it is. Thank you and have a good night.” You said leaving the bus.

You walked towards your house, there was no car parked at Law's house. He missed you, maybe Law was still working, that's why he hadn't shown up to pick you up. You entered the house and quickly went to the bathroom, you needed to take a hot shower after today.

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Zeff and Sanji had told him that you had left a while ago. From what she assumed you had gone to the bus stop, Law walked or rather ran to the bus stop, hoping to find you sitting there. But you weren't there and Law could feel his heart speed up instantly and he knew it wasn't because he just ran, but because of that strange feeling that had been present in his stomach since he hadn't found you home when he returned.

“Oh! Torao!” Law cursed under his breath, right now Luffy was the person he least wanted to see. “What are you doing here? Searching for y/n? She just left.”

Law turned his body to meet Luffy and his brothers. “Have you seen y/n?” The three brothers nodded in unison.

“Yeah, she just left. We made sure she got safely after that weird man was with her.” Sabo talked this time.

Law swallowed, those words from Sabo had left his mouth dry. "What man?"

“Don’t know man. He was weird, he was wearing glasses and…” Ace was explaining when Law cut him off.

“Glasses?” It was him, he was certain about it. “And you made sure she got on the bus safely? There was no one strange on the bus.”

“No, she was the only one on it. She probably already got home or she is about to.”

Law nodded and without saying a single word, he began walking back to his car. He didn't have time to talk to those three, he had to see you and make sure you were okay and that asshole Doflamingo hadn't done anything to you. Just like before in a blink he was already getting of the car and going straight to your front door. He knocked on the door but there was no response, Law's pulse accelerated by the moment, and if Doflamingo had followed you here and if you were in danger?

He bit the inside of his cheek, he knew that he shouldn't enter other people's houses but you weren't responding and knowing that Doflamingo had been with you minutes before, they left him no other alternative.

He knew that Mrs. Smith kept a key on top of the door frame; more than once when he was young, she had called him to get it after leaving the keys inside. He entered the house and started calling your name, it was dark and cold inside.

“Fuck y/n…” He whispered to himself, searching for you.

He went up the stairs with long strides, when.

“Ah!” You shouted in front of him. Law opened his eyes when he saw you, you were there in front of him and you seemed fine. Although there was also something else. “What are you doing here Law?!” You covered yourself. You were only wearing a towel, which barely covered you up to your thighs.

“I…” Law swallowed, he could feel his cheeks burning. This had never happened to him but he didn't expect to find it like this when he entered your house like that. Law turned to avoid looking at you. “I’m really sorry y/n, I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

You looked at his back and lowered your head, you would swear you had seen his blushing cheeks. “I am.” You said. “I was taking a shower.”

He nodded, still facing away from you. “Hmm, I'll be down. I need to talk with you."

“Alright… I’ll go change, I’ll be there in a minute.” And you walked towards your room passing by Law.

Law looked down when he saw you walking in front of him, damn he looked like a hormonal teenager at that moment. He quickly went down to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water.

You leaned against the door of your bedroom, God, your heart was racing. And you didn't know if it was because of the scare that Law had given you, of her seeing you practically naked or because of the fact that she had appeared before you with the most worried expression you had ever seen. Law was back at your house, at night, and after realizing your feelings today, him being here didn't help in the slightest.

You took your pijama and changed to it, and made a braid on your wet hair. You looked at yourself in the mirror and inhaled. A question was running through your head and it was if Law was here because he had also met the boss.

You went down the stairs quietly and could see Law's figure sitting on the couch, with his head in his hands. You walked up there and whispered a shy “hello.” Law turned to look and when he saw you there, he got up from the couch, standing in front of you. Making you have to lift your head to look him in the eyes. Law swallowed and licked his lips before speaking.

“You’re alright… You’re here.” He said almost like a whisper.

“Yeah, I’m here.” You smiled at him.

Law watched you for a few moments and then pulled you closer to him, hugging you. You were frozen in place. That action had caught you off guard. You could feel Law's heart beating rapidly in his chest, and it sped up even more when you wrapped your arms around him. Staying even closer to each other.

“I’m so fucking glad you’re okay y/n.” He whispered to your ear. “You have no idea.”

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reallyromealone · 1 year

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Warnings: suicide attempt, mourning, heart break, angst

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(name) was so tired.

All he wanted was to see him.

The real him.

(Name) changed after the death of his lover, his white t-shirt in his hands as he cried into the empty void.

"Always and forever..." (Name) mumbled as he closed his eyes, another sob breaking through him.

When he opened his eyes... He couldn't recognize where he was.

He wasn't in the apartment that he and shinichiro rented together but in a small bedroom.

On his wall... Were pictures of family and friends, everyone happy... Everyone alive...

"(Name)?" A voice rang out and (name) turned fast to see the love of his life "why are you crying?"

"Shin..." (Name) sobbed out as he took in the love of his life and went to reach for him... To see he was living.

He could feel the warmth from the black haired mans skin as the world crumbled "no! Wait please!" (Name) sobbed as he was lifted from the ground and shinichiro closed his eyes, looking like he was sleeping as the world changed back to the world he knew.

"No..." (Name) wanted to throw up as his brother busted in, worry clear on his face as he saw (name) on the floor looking traumatized.

"I-I saw him... He was right there!" (Name) said crying into his brother's arms, completely losing it as his brother comforted him.

(Name) was distant as he tried to continue his life, no longer having that spark he once had.

He tried to be there for his loves siblings, support and care for them and he seemed to help them greatly but at the cost of his own wellbeing.

He was helping Emma with her hair when he felt it.

The pull.

The feeling of being ripped from his life like last time.

It was raining and before him... Was shinichiro.

He looked so broken.

"Shin...?" (Name) was unsure as he stepped towards the man who turned to look at him and (name) realized... He was standing on a ledge.

"No.." (name) cried as he raced to the man who pushed himself off and their fingers barely touched as the black haired man teary eyed called out to him to help him.

And he was back in Emma's room fixing her hair.

(Name) felt like he was being ripped from his life constantly, like he was forced to another time and space.

And he wanted to scream.

Everyone thought he was just not handling it well and couldn't blame him.

"Its not your fault... You know that right?" Shinichiro said softly and (name) wanted to cry "I'm sorry... I'm just trying to make a better world for all of us" (name) listened to his loves words.

"I love you (name)" shinichiro said softly and (name) was silent before whispering "I love you too" as his world reverted back.

And he was alone again.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #male reader #shinchiro x reader #shinchiro sano #shinichiro x male reader #angst

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fandomnsfw · 1 year

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His Light - Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

(I don’t own any of these pics I pulled them off Google however I did make that outfit on ShopLook) Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Prompt: A request from this sweetie right here @hi-my-name-is-riley (It's not as long as some of my newer ones but I tried my best🙈)

Warnings: None really maybe a little angst and serious rage. If you spot any warnings that aren't listed please let me know so I can add them, thank you.

Description: You had finally got through exams and were enjoying you time off when your exam results finally come through...this couldn't be happening.

Thank you to my beta @lets-imagine-fanfics as always.

Enjoy!!!

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You danced around your kitchen to whatever was playing through your speaker, your mood was just as upbeat as the music playing. You knew your test scores would be delivered today so you’d been trying to busy yourself so you wouldn’t just sit by the door of your small apartment.

You were 98% sure you’d passed so you’d happily told Elijah and your friends you aced it. You’d all gone out to celebrate, Elijah stated that the end of your stressful exams was cause to celebrate.

You’d gone to a lovely Italian restaurant in the French Quarter with the Mikaelson’s and a few close friends, it had been a good night. Now a few weeks later you were happily waiting for your scores.

You put away the last plate you’d washed and dried when you heard the mailman pull up outside your house. You waited for a few minutes before running downstairs to grab the mail.

You rushed back upstairs and into your apartment as you opened the letter. When you were finally sat on your bed you pulled out the piece of paper and unfolded it.

You stared down at the piece of paper with a deep frown as you read the grade. No. You were sure you’d passed this. You had spent the last five weeks believing you’d passed this.

Sometimes you’d come out of a test and you just know you failed and others you know you’ve passed. How had you spent over a month thinking you’d passed this yet you’d failed so badly. You needed these points to get the qualification for your career. This couldn’t be happening.

You were usually rather composed, however in that second you lost it. You grabbed the nearest object and launched it against the wall. The stapler smashed, all the tiny metal staples flew in different directions as you decided that throwing things felt good so you did it again and again, until your room was in disarray and you finally collapsed onto the floor as angry tears began falling down your face. How had this gone so wrong? You let out a scream of frustration before you finally just began sobbing loudly.

You weren’t sure how long you had been crying in that same spot but when you heard the door to your bedroom open you barely paid it any mind as you continued crying.

“Woah hey. What happened, sweetheart?” You heard your lover ask as he bent down to your level. Which usually seeing your man dressed in a crisp black suit, sat on a floor, would be a humorous sight but you couldn’t even bring yourself to look at him.

With the disappointment you felt for yourself, you were sure your 1000 years old vampire lover would feel the same. You buried your head in your hands not daring to look at him as you were still trying to make sense of it.

“Y/N, talk to me darling I can’t help if I don’t know what’s wrong.” He stated as he took you into his arms.

“I-I fai-failed!” You sobbed into his chest as one of his hands slid into your hair.

“I got you, sweetheart.” He whispered as he pulled you as close as he could as his hand soothed you, brushing up and down your back as his other hand entangled its self in your hair.

You weren’t sure how long you sobbed into his chest but you must’ve cried yourself to sleep because the next thing you know it’s the middle of the afternoon and you were waking up in your bed, Elijah nowhere to be seen. However, you could hear him moving around your small apartment.

You wandered out the room as you once again started over thinking your test scores. Would you have to take that course all over again? That would mean the favour Elijah had called to get you the job you wanted would be void. God what were you going to do?

You stared absently at Elijah as he hurried around the kitchen finishing whatever he was cooking. He had yet to acknowledge your presence or to say anything as you stood there with a blank look.

“I made your favourite (insert fave food).” He finally spoke softly as he began setting the breakfast bar with foods and a pot of tea.

“I’m a failure.” You whispered rather angrily.

“You’re young my love. When you’ve been around as long as I have you, take failure with a pinch of salt. Not everything can go perfectly even when we think it will. That’s okay though, because that’s life. If everything went according to plan my last 1000 years would’ve been quite boring. You’re not a failure, you just failed one thing. That makes you a normal person.” He responded calmly as he led you over to the breakfast bar.

He sat you down, taking his seat next to you as he pushed the food in front of you. His hand stroked the back of your head softly as he placed a soft kiss there. Despite feeling the most depressed you’d ever felt, his lips pressed to your skin had you heart fluttering just like it always did.

“That job you got me won’t accept me now.” You whimpered sadly as your bottom lip started quivering.

“Hey. Look at me, baby.” He instructed the new nickname making your tears remain unshed as you stared at him wide eyed.

“You hate new age pet names.” You grumbled as you assessed his face like he was an imposter.

“Yes, well it got your attention didn’t it, my love.” He chuckled as he stood between your legs.

“Forget about that. We can think about that later. You have your whole life ahead of you, darling, nothing is stopping you trying again. If people never failed the world would be chaos. Now I can always go compel some people and have you pass this or you can try again and succeed on your own. However, I know you and you don’t want me making your life easier because you’re smart and you don’t need me to help you with that.” He stated softly his hands cupping your face so you’d look at him whilst he spoke.

You nuzzled into his hand before glancing back up at him, your eyes letting the unshed tears fall. Usually, you were the one to keep Elijah grounded but right now he was returning this favour and it melted your heart. This man has been with you through everything and it didn’t matter what happened you both always stuck by each other.

“I love you, Lijah.” You muttered sweetly as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

“And I you, my little light.” He responded with a loving smile on his face.

You both sat down to started eating, his hand never once leaving your waist. He occasionally leaned over to feed you something with a cheeky smile on his face that made him always look younger than he was. This beautiful man was just as much your light as you were his.

Everything had always felt so real with Elijah, none of your relationships before could compare. You could barely even remember your life before him because he was such a big part of it now. Before him you were just a plain quiet girl but with him you felt alive and more yourself.

“What are you thinking about, my little light?” He asked gently his hand squeezing your waist a little.

“Just about how much you changed my life.” You giggled quietly as he seemed to contemplate your words.

“It’s the same for me. I was always fighting for Niklaus or fighting him but then you came along and showed me not everything had to revolve around everyone else, that it was okay to be a little selfish. Which is why I was actually coming to see you today.” He chuckled making you frown questioningly.

“I bought a house. Nothing excessive like the Mikaelson’s usually go for but beautiful all the same.” He stated as he seemed to look away from you awkwardly.

“That’s great, I didn’t realise Niklaus wanted to move out the compound.” You laughed softly as you watched him push food around his plate.

“He doesn’t.” He replied in his usual confidence but you could tell he was putting on a face.

“Explain?” You asked carefully not wanting to push him.

“I-I bought it for us.” He stuttered his false confidence falling away instantly.

“You bought us a house?” You asked just wanting to confirm his words.

“Yes. I should’ve asked you first, right? I’m sorry that was stupid you might not even want to live with me.” He rambled in an uncharacteristic way.

“Woah okay breathe, baby. Elijah, I would love to live with you.” You giggled making him finally look you in the eyes with a little shock receding in his expression.

“Oh, would you like to go see it?” He asked with excitement in his voice.

“Right now?” You laughed as you glanced down at your bright pink shirt and hood lounge set.

Your hair was in frizzy unruly waves due to the plait you’d had in the night before, and you had on some basic skin prep and lip balm deeming that fine. You still had the subtle lashes Rebekah had insisted you both got last week when the Mikaelson’s had a party, along with the nails she’d insisted on too. You weren’t usually a lashes and nail kind of girl but it had been for a special occasion. Though they were growing on you if you were honest.

“Yes. You look beautiful no matter what you wear.” He stated as he stood up and began emptying left over food into the waste.

“Fine, let me help you clean and I’ll get my shoes on.” You responded sweetly as you stood up with one of the plates.

“No, I’ll do it you just get your shoes and maybe an overnight bag.” He chuckled as he took the plate off you.

You giggled but gave him a small nod of understanding as you ran off to your trashed room. You looked around in shock now realising how much damage you had done. There were objects shattered all over your room but nothing important so you decided you’d sort it out when you got home.

You picked up your pastel pink and blue tie dye sports bag and began packing it with enough clothes for two days, just incase, before grabbing your laptop and school work. You stared once again at your room before shaking your head as your mind wandered to your grade again.

Your thoughts were instantly interrupted when Elijah walked into the room with your white nike sneakers in his hand. You chuckled at the fact he knew what shoes you’d wear with these sweats. It’s not like they were your only sneakers, comfort always felt more important to you, so he’d obviously thought about his choice.

“These are the right ones, right?” He chuckled softly as you took the shoes from his grasp.

“Yeah. Thank you.” You giggled as you bent down to slip on the sneakers with a small smile on your face.

You both walked down to his car silently, his arms wrapped around your waist the whole way. To everyone else you must’ve looked like a strange couple a sophisticated gentleman with a young college girl dressed in sweats and sneakers.

He opened the passenger door like the true gentleman he always was before holding out his hand for your bag. He took the bag and put it into the back seat before running round to the driver's side.

The drive was peacefully silent as it always was whenever you were together. Being with Elijah was easy, there was never awkward silence just peace. You glanced at the older man with a loving gaze as he concentrated on the road ahead.

Finally, he pulled up to a smaller house just on the edge of the French Quarter. It was painted with a pink tone terracotta colour; the windows were white and wood with black shutters and a matching black front door.

There was a black iron fence surrounding the small property, along with one bordering the porch and the balcony with matching metal pillars. It was gorgeous, though as you quickly realised Elijah was right, it’s wasn’t as big as the usual Mikaelson’s properties. You glanced at the man of your affections and stared at him with wide eyes.

“This is beautiful, Elijah.” You whispered in awe as you got out the car and ran toward the house with an excited squeal.

You paid no mind as you ran into the house and began scoping out the rooms. So much so you hadn’t even realised Elijah wasn’t behind you. You ran back to the entry way and stared at him with a frown.

“What are you doing?” You asked curiously as you raised a brow at him.

“You’re gonna have to invite me in, my love.” He chuckled as he stood there holding your bag.

“You put the house in my name?” You giggled mischievously, making him roll his eyes.

“Figured it was safer in this area.” He snorted as you smirked at him.

“Come on in, darling.” You teased in a fake British accent making him roll his eyes affectionately.

“I’m totally not inviting Nik in.” You snickered playfully making him chuckle a little before he sped up the stairs with your bag before coming back down in literally seconds.

“It has four bedrooms, 3.5 bathrooms and a nice sized backyard with a patio. I figured we could have a guest room, our room and an office.” He said as he found you looking around the kitchen.

“What about the other room?” You asked curiously making him look anywhere but your face.

“Well, you know for the future I guess.” He muttered quietly making you frown not understanding what he was saying.

Suddenly you registered what he was saying causing your eyes to widen. The thought had never crossed your mind because you were dating a vampire but now, he was saying it was an option and you could help as your heart began beating loudly.

“Oh…is that an option?” You asked gently making him flush a little which made you smile.

“I-I’ve been in contact with a witch who also happens to be a doctor her lover is a vampire and she has been searching for ways to well, conceive. She is currently pregnant.” He stated carefully unsure of how this was going to go.

“This is amazing. Oh my god I never thought it would be an option for us!” You exclaimed happily making his face light up.

“You’d want to?” He asked seriously making you frown.

“You’re the love of my life, Elijah, I would happy to have kids with you one day.” You giggled making him grin widely.

“I’m in no rush.” He laughed making you roll your eyes.

“When can we move in?” You whispered playfully as he took you into his arms, your face buried in his suit covered torso.

“Whenever you want, my love.” He stated calmly as he ran his hands through your hair.

“Soon. I-I think I’m going to ask how I’d go about retaking this test and if I’m allowed to, if not I’d have to redo the whole course.” You replied your mood souring once again.

“I can make them let you retake the test?” He snorted trying to lighten the mood but you just shook your head with a frown.

“No, I need to do this myself.” You responded your thoughts immediately being consumed by the piece of paper that had ruined your whole day.

“Hey. My love, you are the smartest woman I know. You’ve got this and I’ll be here whenever you need me. This is just a suggestion but maybe we should move in as soon as. That way I can cook food and clean and you can completely focus on studying.” He asked softly making your eyes widen.

“Are you offering to be my house husband, Elijah?” You laughed at the mental image of Elijah running round in an apron cooking and cleaning.

“For you, I would happily.” He chuckled as he pulled away to take off is suit and tie leaving his in his slacks and shirt.

“You’re something else, Elijah Mikaelson.” You giggled as you watched him roll his sleeves up.

You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him into a soft kiss. He returned the kiss before pulling back to look into your eyes. He looked so happy in that moment you forgot about everything else. His arms around you could make you forget your name sometimes. It was like disappearing into your own world just for you and him.

“Let’s watch a movie.” He suggested making you raise a brow at him.

“You hate TV.” You laughed as you snuggled into him.

“But I love you.” He stated with a smirk on his lips.

“And I you, my sexy suit wearing original.” You said on a teasing tone, wiggling your brows at him jokingly making him laugh loudly.

“Come on I’ll make some snacks and you can set up that flix thing. I got smart TV’s in the living room, master bedroom and a small one in kitchen dining area.” He grumbled making you laugh at his words.

“Okay, old man, it’s called Netflix.” You laughed as you went into the living room.

Now you noticed you realised the interior design and furniture were all things you would’ve picked, not Elijah. He liked vintage French furniture and expensive marble work tops in the kitchen. You sat down in the corner part of the comfortable modern L shaped couch as you picked up the tv remote and began signing in to your Netflix.

You managed to find a film to watch and set it up before pausing it and waiting for Elijah. Suddenly there was a knock on the front door which you quickly got up to answer.

“Unless someone’s dead you can’t have him.” You said as soon as you saw Niklaus at the door.

“Lovely to see you too, Y/N.” Klaus snarked back with a sarcastic smile on his face.

“I need him to talk to Rebekah, she’s hell bent on starting up a relationship with bloody Marcel again.” He stated as you just stared at him with your arms crossed.

“See I failed my exam so Rebekah’s love life doesn’t really seem that important. Here’s some advice she’s a 1000 year old woman…leave her to it!” You scoffed just as sarcastically.

“And your silly little exam failure seems even more insignificant to me.” He sassed making your eyes narrow.

“I pray that Rebekah elopes with him while you're busy being an ass.” You snapped back making his eyes narrow to match yours.

“Seriously Nik!” You heard Rebekah’s voice shout from the other side of your gate.

“Rebekah, take your asshole brother away before I kill him!” You shouted as she walked up the pathway to your porch.

“Sorry love. I told him not to bother either of you.” She sighed as he started dragging Niklaus away.

“This house is tiny!” Klaus shouted as Rebekah dragged him off your front porch.

“So is your intellect but we all still love you anyway, Niklaus!” You shouted back before slamming your front door.

You spun around to see Elijah stood there with a smirk on his face which made you flush a little as you realise how childish the argument, you’d just had with his brother was. You gave him a cheeky smile as you scratched the back of your neck awkwardly.

“I thought I was going to have to dig another candle stick out of Klaus’s back for a second there.” He snorted as he guided you to the living room where there was plenty of snacks waiting on the coffee table.

“That was one time!” You argued with a pout.

“He shouldn’t have insulted you.” You added as you flopped onto the couch.

“Hmm remind me not to get on your bad side.” Elijah joked with a soft smile on his face.

“I would never stab you with a candle stick. I would just ban you from touching me.” You teased making his eyes widen.

“That’s worse!” He exclaims as he took you into his arms, burying his face into your neck.

“Softy.” You giggled ask you ran your hands through his hair.

You spent the entire film cuddled up on the couch, your head on his abdomen as he ran his hands through your hair. You felt so calm at that moment you knew no matter what happened with your future career at least you’d have Elijah.

#elijah mikaelson #the originals #the vampire diaries #tvd #tvd imagine #imagines #imagine #elijah x reader #elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah x you #elijah mikaelson x you #fluff #requested

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fields-of-grimes · 2 years

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Fights| Carl Grimes

Carl Grimes x Fem!Reader

CW: strong language,mentions of death, angry carl

A/N: I was listening to sad songs while writing this so :/

You and Carl were in Ron’s room, he was playing video games with Ron and Mikey while you were on his bed next to Enid.

You looked up from your comic looking at Carl and smiling at how happy he looked to be able to be a kid again. Enid looked up from comic as well,she smirked before looking over at Carl. “Carl you look so happy to be playing video games again.” She said making you raise an eyebrow at her as Carl looked over at her quickly. “Yeah i uh haven’t played any since before the world went to shit. I remember my m-“ he stopped talking and looked down at his controller.

You stood up and went to go comfort him but his words seemed to have sparked some interest in Enid, something that should not have intrigued her.

“Where is your mom Carl? Did she run off with some random man?” She asked laughing causing Carl to freeze up and you to glare at her.

“Why is that any of your fucking business bitch?” You asked her still glaring at her. You grabbed his hand and squeezed it softly, he didn’t say anything he just stared off into space.

“Oh wait I’m sorry Carl i forgot i overheard your dad say she died, guess she didn’t wanna even try and survive this world.” Enid said throwing her head back laughing. You growled before standing up. “How about you just shut the fuck up Enid! That is nothing to joke about!” You screamed at her as you looked back at Carl making sure he was okay.

Carl was far from okay he wasn’t even paying attention to anything going on around him all he could hear was the screams of his mother as she was being cut open, images of that day was going through his head like a slideshow, tears were starting to form, he quickly got up and left the room. You looked back at Enid and walked up to her. “If you ever and i mean ever speak to or look at Carl in the wrong way i will fucking kill you. Do you understand me?” You growled at her.

Enid only smirked in response crossing her arms. “You can try and scare me all you want but it won’t work, i was simply just telling him the truth.” She said smugly. You huffed and punched her before running after Carl.

After looking everywhere for Carl and coming up with no luck, you tried one last spot, his spot, you jumped the wall and ran to the one place you hoped you find him. Once you got close you heard faint cries, cries you’ve only ever heard when Lori gave birth. You walked up to Carl slowly. “Hey..” You said quietly as you sat next to him. He didn't say anything, he just kept staring off and crying, you grabbed his hand only for him to yank it away, you were hurt by his action, you didn’t understand why he was giving you the cold shoulder.

“Baby?” You asked him looking over at him, still nothing, you moved so you were sitting in front of him. “Carl baby talk to me.” You said cupping his face slightly. He shoved you away and stood up, he looked down at you with nothing but anger in his eyes, “Why! Why did you do that! If you didn't do what you did she wouldn't of said anything!” He screamed at you, you weren't gonna lie it scared you, this was the first time he’s ever yelled at you like this. Yes you two have had screaming fights, but never like this, he’s never been this angry with you.

“Carl i..i” you stuttered on your words not sure how to react to his sudden outburst. “I’m sorry i was just trying to comfort you.” You said standing up looking up at him since he was a little bit taller than you.

“You shouldn’t have stop being so fucking overprotective of me! I don’t need you to protect me! I don’t need you, i never have! God i wish my dad never found you!” His face softened as he realized what he said, you look at him hurt and in shock as you backed away slowly. He tried to grab your arm. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, i didn't mean it.” He said quickly.

You kept backing away from him tears forming in your eyes. “No, you meant it.” You said as you took off in the opposite direction of Alexandria ignoring Carl’s screams for you to come back. If he wished his dad never found you then you were going make sure you weren’t found.

#carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes fluff #carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #twd #twd imagine #i know this isnt something carl would do but #just go with it

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plasticfangtastic · 8 months

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American Royalty ch. 5

A Homelander X F! Reader and Dadlander fic.

A/N: prev. chapters available in my pin post, if ya like to be added to my taglist feel free to drop a comment with a request. I wanted to post this tomorrow but yeah am a liar with ADHD UwU.

Tags: mild gore, angsts, lots of angst, slow burn, fluff, oc characther, child neglect, dadlander, romance... i guess i should also say unhealthy/toxic relationship.

Chapter five

Thick lines.

Ryan and Helena were exhausted, most of the obstacle course had been partially destroyed, the walls damaged quite severely, and the ceiling was dented, Homelander had learned two things: 1) Ryan holds back too much– too afraid to harm, too afraid to break things, too afraid of his own powers as if they would come right-back around and harm him, and 2) Helena’s forcefield could take a beating, it had taken Ryan quite a bit of rage for it to start cracking, the girl continued to taunt hi, calling him inept, throwing insults without care before it cracked down.

She had learned her limits, making notes for future reference.

So here he was putting pressure on her arm, as she bled profusely.

Ryan was crying blaming himself, while Homelander took her to the labs. The girl didn’t cry much, seemingly just angry, only wincing as her father squeezed her arm with curses in her lips.

You had run out of the kitchen, guards refusing you entry to the labs, while you demanded entry Homelander had emerged and ordered them to step aside, throwing daggers at them as he took your hand.

You cried as you saw the bandages on her arm, you cried harder when she wrapped her arms around you, bawling and shaking underneath them.

Homelander calmly explained that she ended up with twenty stitches and some blood transfusion, but she was fine, no bone had been touched and her body was healing slowly.

You barely listened.

When was the last time you saw her cry? She was a quiet baby, a perfect baby, by the time she could talk, crying seemed redundant when she could simply spell it out for you.

“What did you do!?” You picked your child, retreating from him– I fucking qu–

“It was my fault…” Ryan said drying his sobs– I’m sorry.”

“It was an accident. The kids got a little heated during training… I should’ve stepped in earlier.”

Homelander took Ryan under his arm.

You stared at the kid, then back at your own.

“Helena did you–” You stroke her back– Sorry that my daughter antagonized you… It won’t happen again.”

Your voice was quiet, unable to look at either child.

“Let’s go get your stuff. My apologies, Homelander but I won’t be able to continue my work today. She won’t be a cause of future concern…” You wanted to quit and leave this tower forever.

He lets you go, no doctor tried stopping you either, but you wouldn’t let your daughter stay at Vought, a nurse informed you to come back to change the bandages in two days but you rather take her to an actual hospital.

You looked at him knowing he was going to come around.

Coffee already on the stove and biscuits on the table already waiting for him.

“How is she?” He was genuine.

“She says it's too itchy… but her arm is alright.” you scratch at your head.

“You look tired.”

“I haven’t slept for almost a decade… that’s just my face now.”

“You didn’t quit.” He sat beside you on the big round-table, turning pale as you saw him sit on his cape, his eyes reddened as he tried to look calm– are you quitting?”

“I dunno. Helena can be pretty abrasive. I’m sorry your son fell for it, she doesn’t mean it… she just thinks that people are going to be cruel, so she’s cruel first.”

“Why?” He presses taking a quick glance at the livingroom and the misplaced toys.

“Try being in a classroom full of teenagers and be the smartest one in the whole room, they just see a smug midget who thinks she’s better than anybody else– they’re mean… kids in general are mean… but she eventually just scares them enough… there were other kids she’d hurt, nothing too severe.”

You stayed in silence not knowing if you should ask him to leave or not. If you should let him be privy of those events.

“She knows.”

“You!”

“She either figured it out or used her powers to find out.” He rested his elbow on the table stroking his tired eyes– I didn’t tell her but she would’ve noticed there was something going on.”

You yawned, taking a couple sips of coffee as he copied you. The silence unbearable and your eyes heavy and aching, gawking at him made you think of her.

“Your eyes and lips are identical.” That was an unusual smile on your face– when she was born that was the first thing I noticed, the second was that mop of hair on her head… she had so much hair and it was so long, but those were your eyes… sadly, you know I always thought your nose was your best feature but she got mine.”

You stood up asking him to follow you to the living room with a finger, taking a seat on the same sofa you refused to throw away.

“Tell me about her… Becca never had the chance… I cleaned that house and found pictures and trinkets, but without the stories I can only speculate. I don’t know his first words, the first time he walked, his first time riding a bike… I don’t know anything. She never wanted to tell me.” He leaned closer, his hand close to yours but never touching– Ryan is sorry, he was quite shaken.”

“Her first word was ‘morning’.” You spoke wanting to indulge, wanting to seem better for some reason.

You told him stories, there had been a time when you fantasized sharing all these moments with him, when you were younger and stupider. When you two began to get too serious, when he had called you baby, darling and honey with genuine affection, when you watched him sleep and caressed his hair awake. You’d dreamed of drinking wine while your kids slept by his side at one point and in this forced intimacy you could be as deluded as he was just in case he was holding something nefarious over your head.

You let him know about her silly things, about her first love… the chemistry set you bought her when she was five. About how she lived in their local library and everybody knew her by name, about how some of the kids expected her to become Brooklyn’s finest, about her hatred of pistachio and strong emotions about bird keeping.

You never expected to talk to him like this after everything, but today has been a rollercoaster and you simply hadn't been in you to fight, not now when your daughter knew, you were doing this to yourself so you couldn’t fight it, you gave him morsels and crumbs because you had no one to talk about this things.

“Is Ryan alright?” You asked leaning away from him, the night was so dark and only the kitchen in the back lit the house– it must’ve been so scary.”

“He was pretty shaken. Took me a lot to get him to stop crying…”

“Helena won’t hold any grudges… I think… I got an idea… has Ryan ever been to Coney Island? Maybe we can take the kids to the boardwalk, have hotdogs and hit the aquarium, Helena will not misbehave in there.” You put your empty cup on the coffee table– they can make up.”

He gave you a tired smile, knowing he had to head home soon but wanting to talk some more.

“Are you angry at her?” He asks weakly.

“She would’ve hurt Ryan. I figured out she was forcing him to attack when you said things got a little heated, that’s how she dealt with bullies in the past.” you looked him straight in the eyes– I am upset.”

He found a way to touch your hand, giving it a light squeeze.

“Don’t be… I think Ryan would like the aquarium, he’s never been.” He seemed ashamed of that statement.

“Remember when we used to sneak out to Central Park?” You said suddenly with a chirp in your voice.

“Those were long nights.” He dares give you a flirty look.

“No… those handful of times where we went during daytime… ditch the suit… more witnesses, more likely to behave.”

You tried ignoring those sharp fangs, he was so good looking still and it had been so fucking long since you got laid, being forced to remember him, to interact with him, to let him touch you… some people like to be used… Helena had said it best, and in this nice house he bought you, and the nice stuff he got you all around you, you remember what he was trying to get out of you, and that was to play a role.

At the doctor’s office, Helena cried a lot when the doctor took her stitches out, it had taken a day to heal but she was left with a gnarly scar.

“Phantasma” You sit next to her while she eats some ice cream, she really did not like getting the stitches out, the visit had reduced her to an actual little girl, even after her words were incoherent, skipping words as she cried all the way out to the ice cream shop, Helena’s skin was hard not like her fathers but it was near impossible to penetrate it with a needle, forced to proceed without real anesthesia– sounds better than ‘Ghost Girl’, no?”

She looked up.

“Sounds cool. Why?” she sniffed hard.

“Your father did ask about it…”

“Huh?”

“Honey. He told me you figured it out. How?”

She licked her ice cream cone, as you tucked her under your arm. Scooting her closer on the park bench.

“I used Elmo to break into his apartment. I turned us both invisible and I went up there.” You pulled on her ear– ouch!”

“Helena!”

“He’s been following us for weeks!” you let her go– I was curious as to what he was doing… I was suspicious of his intentions, found the paperwork in his office and played stupid for a couple days.” She handed you her slobbered cover ice cream– Is not appropriate for a grown man to be following little girls.”

“You shouldn’t use Elmo like that!”

“You aren’t mad I broke into his house?” She looked perplexed.

“Nah… I could have given you the passcode it's the first thing they gave me when I started work. Don’t involve the kid!” You took a bite– Jesus Helena! You being invisible is hard enough… I don’t want you ending up like Translucent! Guy was so mentally ill.”

“You knew translucent?” her ear perked up.

“He would walk around naked in the bathrooms– I’ll explain to you when you’re older, honey.” you handed the ice cream back, your lips tight under your teeth– I knew your father for three years… So I got to meet some of The Seven. Either way leave the kid alone and for all intents and purposes you never told me about the stalking…”

“You got something in mind?”

“We’re going to play his game. You’re his daughter… so that tower should be yours, no?”

“There’s my older brother to worry about, too.”

“He’s just a little boy, riding thru life with only nepotism as his anchor” You stroke her hair pushing her bangs away from her beautiful eyes– but he’s not you.” You leaned into her ear– you are my daughter.”

Her smile was sickly sweet.

Here you were waiting for him at the entrance of the boardwalk, when you felt a light touch on your shoulder.

He looked uncomfortable and maybe too dressed up for the occasion, you took the lapel of his suit jacket. It was the nicest fabric you’ve touched in your entire life, surprised to see his hair not as gel-up and his eyes hiding behind versace sunnies.

“Did you raid Kendall Roy’s closet? I swear I saw this jacket in season 3.”

“Is a good show.” he laughs looking painfully stiff, his eyes moving rapidly behind his lenses– and yes.”

“Wait, is this actually from the show?”

“I just said yes.”

Your mouth dropped slightly, but you did like the feel of the jacket.

“You’re more Shiv.”

“Not Logan I hope?”

You snorted in horror, your daughter pretended to be confused by his appearance trying not to look at Ryan, who looked like a deer in front of a hummer.

“Are you doing okay, little guy?” You asked, making sure to lift his hat playfully– Ever had a Nathan’s glizzy? Is an institution.”

The kid looked so shy.

“No, I never had one…” He was one bad word away from sobbing.

“Is okay. My arm is all good again” Helena's adult size hoodie had a big enough collar for her to pull down and reveal nothing but a scar– I am not mad at you. It was an accident… Besides, you can’t be a supe if you’re afraid of getting boo-boos.”

Ryan seemed more shaken than anything, but before he could do his best sad little orphan boy impression, Helena took his hand and dragged him forward, telling him that he needed to try Nathan’s before doing anything, rambling about how good they are, and that she couldn’t wait to see the Aquarium.

Both you and Homelander stood a few steps behind as your daughter gave the kid no time to rest.

“She’s always been this pushy?” He whispered into your ear.

“She just found out that’s her brother… She's a tad excited.”

“You had the talk? Without me!?” He looked upset, staring at his kids with a bit of bitterness.

“I was ambushed. I swear to god you need to figure out a weakness with her damn bubble.”

“What's the limit before she runs out of oxygen?” he asks.

“1 minute and 46 seconds is her personal best.” you whispered back.

“What did you tell Helena was happening today?” He wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you close.

“That it was a play-date, to try to mend the situation… after all she instigated it.” You leaned against him tugging on his jacket with a cheeky smile– not whatever you were thinking this was… now… get your hand off my ass, John.”

“I told you. I have a story to sell. Both kids are in the same school, now they can start being friends and she knows I’m her dad. Let’s just skip to the good part.”

“You want to pretend we are dating?” If your teeth could separate and let you talk with ease, you would bite his nose off before finishing your next sentence– Did you run that past your team? Sure I wouldn’t rank higher than Maeve or Starlight in the fake girlfriend department… I think even Taylor would rank better… she did make a great single out of you.”

He cringed at that comment.

“You’ll do great in the fake mother department– The team has concocted something extra juicy, a real page turner. Way above Hallmark channel christmas movies, we are talking award circuit instead.”

You both did that fake little laugh that sounded more like a growl as your kids turned around after spotting the white, green and yellow hot dog restaurant.

As Helena headed to the line, with Ryan in tow. You played your role, Helena would have what she deserves– if he wanted to force you and her into his life, you were going to wrap those chains so tight around his neck, he would forget he ever lived without it.

Your mouth met his for a brief moment, startling him enough that his hand left your hips, he was left stuck in place as you went after the kids.

The breeze tousled his hair, as you looked back at him with a saddened smile.

“I haven’t forgiven you… but I want to give you a second chance… I want to put all those things behind us… if you are going to be here for her– for us.” You whispered from afar out of your kids reach as Helena took your wallet, knowing full well he was listening attentively– I’ve missed you. Even if I don’t want to admit it.”

The seagulls squealed as he took his place beside you, wrapping his arm again around your waist just to kiss you yet again.

The moment Helena saw a fish tank it was game over. All her ‘Wednesday’ facade had melted as she became an over excited amateur marine biologist, giving his eldest no time of rest as she explained as many animals she could to the child, he had learned an awful lot about corals and kelp as they moved from exhibit to exhibit, admittedly Ryan was having fun, hanging out with other kids as school had been a bit difficult, his socialization skills were poor from years of isolation and homeschooling but this was nice.

Homelander could only see a kodak moment ruined by the myriad of The Deep billboards staring at him.

It was a bizarre game of stealth kisses happening behind the kids, he was starving for you, a desire he had put down in the cellar and today he found again, excited to play this game with you.

Wanting to feel your comfort, happy that you took his offer, now he only had to tell Ryan.

As you left for the bathroom he was left alone with the two kids, Ryan fixated on some animals and his mind elsewhere when Helena pulled at his sleeve.

“You look like you want to rip your skin off.”

“I don’t usually wear clothes like this?” he says politely– what about you? Why are you wearing that giant hoodie again? Don’t you own other stuff?”

It was big enough for an adult, her sleeves had been rolled up quite a bit and its length still touched her knees making her appear shorter than she already was, this had been the fifth time he had seen her in this fit, she wore black hoodies most of the times on top of her normal clothes– cheap thrifted clothes and hand-me downs somethign that irked the man; But this ridiculous hoodie seemed to be a favorite. The newest and nicest thing she owned was a pair of A-T Force 1, it pissed him off to watch her wear those shoes– why worship that fat slob when her father was the fucking Homelander! he thought.

“Is really nice… found it in an old box mother had with her while we were living in one of her cousin’s garage.” She stretched her arm urging the man to have a feel of the soft cotton fabric– She didn’t wanna throw it away ‘cuz she could sell it but I ended up wearing it a lot. I like it.”

The fabric was worn down but it was evidently of good quality, he spun the little girl around as he looked at the size tag, only to see the name of the brand… Brunello, his eyes widened as he noted that this hoodie easily cost over 1000 dollars, but as the girl glared at him a light sob escaped his lips as his eyes tingled– this had been his sweater.

Of the few items of clothes he had owned over the years, he knew this was his.

In those secret dates in central park and escapes to Paris and Seoul, where he was forced to hide who he was just so you two could hold hands without causing a scene, he had bought this, you liked it enough to steal it from him from time to time.

Homelander had become John Gillman for you, he had never needed a secret identity before he met you, not even mulling on the idea for long. He only had to be the Homelander, but he had become a mild-mannered executive named Mr. John Gillman, to be with you– forcing himself to wear strange clothes and mingle with lowborn folks, just to hold your hands and kiss you.

This stupid hoodie that he had ordered an intern to buy only to arrive a size too big, that had gone missing years prior, now stood here wrapping his daughter.

“How did you find out about me?” He asks with shaky lips.

“After you showed up at Lucci’s… thought it was weird that you showed up at my house not long before… I suspected you knew my mom, and after she told me that she worked at Vought. Well, I looked at her resume and did some math. I only really began to suspect it after you broke into my house” She raised her chin– you left the window open by two inches, not enough to matter but enough for me to notice as I always leave them close all the way… you left my hairbrush in the sink’s and not the trolley. Why would you touch my hairbrush? Wonder what you could get out of it…”

The little shit turned around to spot her brother still admiring the clover reef while they waited for you.

“I was taking a gamble when I called you a ‘deadbeat’, dad.”

Homelander's heart skipped a beat when her mouth uttered the word, unsure if she was mocking him or otherwise, from her it was hard to tell.

“You don’t want him to know about me, right?” Her voice was quiet, a knot buried itself in her throat.

“What? No!” He said in a panic, getting on one knee to see her eye-to-eye– Helena… I … I want us to be a family, Ryan will understand but I have to wait… he’s not like you or me… he’s… sweet.”

She looked away squishing her little fist, hiding her beautiful kyanite stones behind those long bangs, his hand lifted her hair, trying to peek further into those beautiful skies, feeling the creamy skin under his palm, her warmth as her cheeks turn a new shade of pink.

“You’re my daughter… my blood… I am sorry… I was… I was an asshole for what I did, but I just want to be there for you now… so If I can… you can call me ‘Dad’ if you like.”

His voice quivering as he spoke, she was frail, he could feel it under his touch, how easy it would be for him to hurt her.

Little girls were to be handled with much more care, dainty things they were, she was a peony blooming in his hands, so he had to be soft and strong for her. she rested her cheek against his hand, his so warm and soft, surprised at the way he looked at her-- there was a twinkle of desperation behind his gaze.

She rested until her eyes didn’t sting anymore.

As you left the bathroom, you spotted the curious scene, biting at your lips as your guilt finally catched up to you, you didn’t need it, you would not allow yourself to be harmed but as you saw your daughter play her role, you knew… she would be lost inside the character… She was a lonely child, deprived of you and without him ever in the picture... she had a weakness.

You let them mingle from afar as they walked around towards some river exhibition, while Ryan made his way towards the duo, their hands intertwined as he turned calling for his boy.

For a moment you saw a glimpse of the life you always wanted… Revenge was a nasty game… could you really play it? You wondered as you fixed your clothes.

Before you could say anything, your sight followed a faceless passerby.

A service dog in tow.

The passerby had simply bumped into Helena, the dog had been just close enough, you didn't worry immediately, she had gotten used to dogs and you were certain she had been good and taken her allergy meds.

You were sure.

Helena turned but it was too late.

With a single sneeze the gates had opened.

The walls rumbled, as the pale blue wave of sharp wavering light exploded out of her body.

Everybody swallowed a shared gasp, as the glass began to crack.

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candiedspit · 1 year

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THE HUNDRED POUND COWBOY

I feel like a king when I’m eating chicken wings. Hot sauce dribbling off my chin, sucking the meat off the splintered bones. I was sitting on the floor, my knee to my chest as the television played another episode of my favorite cartoon–Gelatins. Meredith stood by the window with her arms crossed, watching a pair of dogs scrimmage. Meredith let out a giggle and took a puff of her cigarette. I liked Meredith. I liked the way she laughed, the things she laughed at. I liked her freckles. I liked to do coke off her stomach. As I licked my fingers, she put out her cigarette and walked towards the kitchen.

You got mail, she called out.

Bullshit, I said. I don’t ever have anything.

Oh really? She asked, throwing an envelope at me, glass of water in hand.

I wiped my hands on a nearby rag and read the front. It was from my sister June; that old ragtime. I hadn’t seen her in six months. I opened the letter with my thumbnail and stood up to read it aloud. That felt like the proper thing to do, stand up and read it aloud.

Hey, it said. How are you? It’s strange. Sometimes, I like to picture you in a nail salon. A thousand televisions playing the same channel. Lights buzzing like a crowd. The scent of alcohol. Sometimes, I don’t imagine you at all. Let’s not talk about last time. Here’s the deal–come to Thanksgiving at my house this year. I want you there. It’ll be small. Just mom, dad, Randall and me. We’ll eat and drink and talk. Come. It’ll be nice to see you again. I love you. Hope you’re doing alright. See you soon.

June

So she wants you to go, Meredith said. You gonna go?

I don’t know, I said. Things got weird last time I saw her. And I haven’t seen my parents in a year.

You called your mom crying a few weeks ago. Bawling like the world had closed on your little finger.

That’s because I couldn’t see her, I said. I probably won’t go.

You should, she said.

Yeah, but I probably won’t.

I got up to wash my hands. In the bathroom mirror, I realized I’d spilled hot sauce all over my shirt.

Goddamn it, why wouldn’t you tell me? I asked, then faced the mirror again.

Why don’t people tell me these things?

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That night, Meredith went back home on the train She lived in a small basement apartment with her cousins in Queens. When it stormed, they spent the night with a neighbor. It made me sad to think about so I didn’t.

I went out on a walk, dressed in my long, trench coat and a pair of popsicle orange panties underneath. I lit a cigarette and sat on the stairs of the library a few blocks from my apartment, watching the people, their shadows. Why would June want to see me? It didn’t made sense enough that she loved me. I loved her but I wouldn’t want to see her.

And Meredith was right. A few weeks ago, I’d gotten kicked out of a club for fighting a woman over possibly drugging my friend’s drink. When she went to the bathroom she was fine. But a few minutes later and she was slumped over like a bag of rice, incoherent. And the woman was the closest target, I’d seen her walk in like she invented paradise. As if she’d ever even seen paradise. I dropped my friend off at her house and went back home where Meredith was waiting, painting her nails in my living room with a wig on. The radio playing oldies.

I rushed past her and stripped naked and curled into my bed and called my mother. My heart bleated. I felt awful. Just awful. The thing is, I didn’t expect her to answer. It was late, I was banished. But then there she was with her sweet voice spilling out of the phone like syrup.

Hello? And that was all I needed. I heaved and cried and begged her to forgive me, love me, want me. And before she could answer, I hung up. When she tried calling again, Meredith told her I was asleep. I was no such thing.

That’s the thing, I repeated to myself as I sat there in the rain and the dark and the night. I was no such thing, I was no such thing.

I liked the way my voice sounded in the rain. I liked my thin wrist and broken hands and heavy clothes. I liked the way my legs moved. I liked the way I lived.

Thanksgiving was a week away. June had asked.

That was the thing.

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The next morning, I went down to the deli to get cigarettes and a coffee and maybe some candy. Ramone was behind the counter, a seventeen year old kid who always gives me an extra straw even when I walk in there drunk as a horse, laughing at the walls.

Ramone, how are you? I asked.

Doing good, he said. Palls?

Yeah, I said. What are you doing for the holidays?

His family owned the deli. His father sat in the back reading porno magazines and drinking milk.

Probably gonna see my family, he said. My cousins and all that. Coffee?

Yeah, I said. That’s nice. You deserve a day off.

Fuck yeah I do, he said. What about you? Twirlers?

Got anything sour? Probably gonna stay at home with the missus.

These? He asked, pulling out a bag of sour gummy bears. What’s the missus gonna do for the holidays?

Yeah, those are good I said. She’s gonna stay with me. Her family’s all dead.

Tell her I said sorry, he said. Eight dollars.

I will, I said. I will. Thanks, Ramone.

Meredith’s family wasn’t dead. In fact, I had a suspicion her bloodline would never end. All her sisters—all seven of them—have had maybe twenty kids in total. Meredith’s the only one who hasn’t settled down. And she sure as hell isn’t bringing me around, heathen galore.

Meredith is scared she’s getting old. She’s a year older than me but sometimes, she comes home crying because none of the store clerks call her sweetie anymore. And none of the guys who whistle at her in the street can even keep it up. And her clothes feel funny. And isn’t she hideous? And shouldn’t I leave her? And I have to calm her down like a frightened dog. I hold her hair down and fuck her and make her pancakes and fuck her again and sing little songs to her. Meredith, my war torn country.

I went home and slept for a while and took a pill and cleaned the apartment and ate some candy and watched television, reruns of an old sitcom. I waited for Meredith to come home. Meredith worked on Fifth Avenue. Eight hours in heels. Answering the world’s dumbest questions. Pushing handbags. I always tell her she’s too smart to be selling shitheads designer bags. But it’s a steady income and if there’s one thing Meredith needs it’s a steady income.

I haven’t worked in a couple of months. I’m like that. My resume reads like an epic. This year I’ve worked as a janitor (took one nap too many in the bleachers, the sun crawling across my face) a bookseller (told everyone their taste was shit) a stocker at the grocery store (labeled everything a dollar) a waiter (spilled wine on seven different people in the same night).

Truth be told, I wasn’t made to work. I was made to lay in bed and take a pill and watch the world. I was made to kiss and beg and sleep.

When Meredith came home, she had some goodies for me. I grinned into her mouth and we shared a pill. And then another. And then one more. When she left for work in the morning, I took a handful of pills. I swore they tasted like lemon drops.

I spent the next three days awake.

I put on my wife beater and trench coat and boots and stomped on everyone’s grounds. I went to a string of bars, whatever was open at whatever time it was. I put my mouth on the world’s mouth. I saw Christ in a plastic bag. I stole a lipstick from the pharmacy and gave the lipstick to a homeless woman. I went to a chapel in the middle of the afternoon and listened in on other people’s prayers, felt buzzed by the words leaving them. I went to the MoMa and spoke outloud. What is a masterpiece? I got a tattoo of a burning house on my wrist. I rented a bike and biked back and forth across the Brooklyn Bridge until it got dark, until the sun froze over into the moon. I popped balloons and swam in a fountain and learned how to play chess. I stayed still for an entire minute. I felt every brush of wind, heard every siren at once. I was the cowboy declaring the west his. I was the queen demanding a beheading. I was the beheaded, living after death. I was the ghost finding Heaven quite boring.

I was God in his undies.

It’s a miracle, I said when I returned home to find Meredith in front of the air conditioning, sucking on a lollipop and reading a newspaper.

It’s a miracle I wasn’t arrested.

I don’t believe in miracles, Meredith said.

And she was right. I slept for nineteen hours and awoke in a cold sweat, the ceiling full of snakes. I couldn’t move. Even turning over felt like a marathon.

Meredith? I called out.

But there was nothing. Just the television and the headlines. I stayed in bed for a couple days, weeping and talking myself out of it and weeping again. I called Meredith but she didn’t pick up. I hated her for that.

When I finally awoke feeling more aligned, less twitch and more get out of bed, I sat on the edge of my bed eating toast. Thanksgiving was in two days. I decided to go.

I felt that grateful.

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On the day before Thanksgiving, I took the bus up to Albany and took a cab to June’s house. I asked the driver to stop so I could smoke. I considered asking him if he could turn around. But I was out of cash. But maybe he’d do it regardless. Yeah, maybe.

Kid, let’s go! He called from behind the wheel.

I stuck with it.

And as we approached, I could feel my heart drumming. Even more as we sat in her driveway. I paid the driver and got out. June worked as an administrative assistant at a company her boyfriend owned. Thus, two story house in the middle of Albany. I lit another cigarette and sat on her porch. As kids, June used to say I was the morning and she was night. For some reason, she felt so inadequate in comparison, so lame. Perhaps this was the nature of big sisters, especially ones who never got piano lessons or an allowance. Halfway through this thought, I heard the front door open behind me.

Grace? She asked. Oh my god, Grace.

I turned around. June was three years older than me. But she looked about ten. All fit in a white skirt and red sweater and floral earrings. I stood up and she hugged me as tight as a sheet.

Come in, she said. Come in.

Can I finish this first? I asked.

Of course, she said.

I didn’t like the way she stood over me as I smoked. I wondered if she thought I might leave. I wondered if I should have. June didn’t have any children yet. But she had a dog and a boyfriend who worked long hours. And she had a large backyard and a porch swing and windows the size of murals. She kept her eyes on me as I touched through everything. Dictionaries in three different languages. Tulips in glass. A vintage clock stuck at midnight.

That night, it was only June and I. Her boyfriend was on a business trip. We drank rose and ordered pizza and she read me a chapter from one of her favorite books. And we fell asleep in her bed. I dreamt of crossword puzzles. I solved for genie.

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In the morning, June had already made up her side of the bed. I couldn’t hear anything. I got up, dressed in a wife beater and a pair of shorts June let me borrow and stood by the stairs. There were small murmurs. I got halfway down the stairs before realizing the scene. In the living room were my parents and my older brother Randall and June. All sat in a circle. I froze as they stared up at me.

Hi baby, my mother said.

I ran upstairs and shut the door behind me. I locked the door and when June knocked, I didn’t say a thing. I waited until I could hear go downstairs before calling Meredith.

Meredith, I whispered. Meredith, it was all a fucking scam.

What do you mean?

I mean, my family is pulling a goddamn fucking intervention for me. They’re downstairs in a circle. What do I do?

What? Why would they do that?

I could hear the sound of her snorting a line.

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Last time I saw June was back towards the end of May when she and her boyfriend came to the city to visit some of his old college friends. She wanted to see where I lived. It was raining, a hard spring rain. And we ran upstairs, our laughter colliding. It was good for a while. We made sandwiches with whatever was left in the fridge and drank beer and watched a couple of movies. But as I was smoking a cigarette, she turned towards me.

Why do you do this? She asked.

What do you mean?

We could help you, she said. We could get you clean. And I’d help you find work. And it could be nice. But this, this isn’t a way to live.

Clean? I asked.

Oh, come on.

What? I’ve been “clean” since you’ve gotten here, I said.

Yeah, what? Four hours? What were you doing in the bathroom?

I was taking a shit, I said.

Yeah, for five minutes?

So I take sonic shits, so what? I’ve never asked–

I found this in your kitchen, she said, holding up a baggie. Three little pills inside.

That doesn’t mean anything, I said.

No?

No, come on. Who doesn’t take pills? I wanna relax. So, every now and then.

Then why’s your nose bleeding?

Fuck you, I said, wiping my nose with my hand. And I sent her away into the rain. And yelled at her from the window as she walked to find a phone.

Fuck you and your happy little life! Fuck you and your dog! Fuck you and your lawn! Fuck you, I hope you find what you’re looking for!

----

I’d taken a couple of pills when I woke up. But for extra measure, I took two more. And waited for June to slither in with her spare key.

Grace? She asked, kneeling down to where I was on the floor.

I don’t want to do this, I whispered It’s really not so bad. It’s not what you think.

Grace, let’s go.

She held my hand and walked me downstairs as though I were crippled or old. But I was twenty five and nothing could hurt me.

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Tell us what it’s like, my mother said. I was sitting between her legs as she pet my head, the pills kicking in like heat in my skin. I’d shaved my head a couple of months back. I wondered if that surprised her. And if it didn’t, what that said about me.

Before we go, you should have a chance to speak. And Grace, we’re only doing this because we love you.

I sighed.

We’re talking about drugs right? I asked. Not the occasional black out or night on the town. But drugs. The kind you would die for? The best goddamn thing?

Yes, she said.

Then, it feels like God is blessing you. Again and again, you’re blessed. And protected. And worshipped. It feels like you can’t live for another second in this world. But to be in the other world where the walls breathe and you’re on the run, forever on the run. It feels like heat in your skin. Not on but inside. It feels like being reigned king; a fat, slovely king with nothing to do but eat meat and pick who to kill. It feels like the only thing. It feels like hitting a homerun during the last inning, the sun falling into your eyes and the crowd roaring for you. It feels like being crushed during sex. It feels like God wants you to live. It feels like being able to live.

It feels like that. And you’re asking me to give it up?

There was a silence.

All we want is for you to be safe, my father said. And well. And there is no between. You can’t be on drugs and be well at the same time. It’s not possible.

But who says I have to be well? I asked, my words slurred. I’m no good at anything. I’m good at being high. And that’s it.

We do. We say that. Because we love you. And we want you around, in our lives. And you’re so young.

I’m not gonna live a long time, I said. Even if I got clean, I don’t have the stamina. I don’t.

Grace, all we ask is that you give it a try.

I did, I said. For twenty two years, I tried. I went to college. I did everything everyone said I had to do. I read books. I did well in class. I got internships. I had friends and time. I was doing well. And I felt nothing.

Life isn’t one thing, my mom said. I could barely feel her fingers on my head.

Life is as devoid as it is fruitful, she continued. But all of that is alright, it is doable. By getting clean, you’re choosing the only option that matters.

----

After six hours of this, I agreed to go ahead with getting treatment. But not before taking the rest of my stash and falling asleep in my mother’s lap. And by that time the following year, I learned what they had meant.

Because I was alive and Meredith wasn’t.

#my poetry #even tho this is fiction that's a general tag #let me know what u think???

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Can you possibly do one where the little one is scared that they'll turn out like their father. My dad is always so angry and screems alot and I feel like lately I'm becoming him. But only of you feel comfortable writing it, your blogs really helps me getting through hard days ❤

Hi there love! 💜

I'm so sorry you feel that way. I know I don't know you but I personnally think that when you spend a lots of time with someone you can start to have some mimics alike but it doesn't mean you're getting like this person.

As i understand with your words he yells and screams a lot around you and it's a lot to handle and maybe you keep everything for yourself and you feel like you have to throw everything out but don't know how because nobody ever told you how to handle your feelings.

For me, knowing that I don't know you, I feel like you have a lots in you and you don't know how to express your feelings and how to tell the world you need help. Sometime it go out through tears, through stress, through anger and there's so many other ways.

Please do not worry about getting like him. I'm pretty sure you have nothing to worry about but if you need to talk or if you have questions or if you just need to express your feelings, my dm are always open for you, love

Please take care of you sweetie, it's really important. Remember to spend time with yourself and spend time for yourself. It's the most important, reconnecting you with yourself is the most important step.

I love you, sweetie!

I hope the request is written like you wanted

Enjoy <33

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Warnings : angst, little reader screams, fear, past trauma, comfort, cries, reassurance, yells

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : The only thing you'll become is yourself

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You were so hapoy to finally have your friend over so you could play with her. You had waited for this moment the whole week end now it's finally happening!

Everything were going perfectly well. Her parents were downstairs, talking with your Daddies and you were in your playroom, playing with your dolls. You gave her one of yours so she could play with you.

Her parents told her that they would go back hme soon because it's already the late afternoon so you're enjoying as much as you can your last moment together.

But everything went downfall when she accidentally dislocated your doll's arm. She quickly apologises but your gasps swallowed all her words.

"Whas did zou do!!?" you yell as you stand up. She looks up at you with tears in her eyes and tries to apologise again but you snap the doll off of her hands and throw her across the room "you boke 'm doll!"

You keep yelling and yelling without caring of what she's feeling or if she did it on purpose or not. Each time she tries to apologise to you but you don't listen, you just yell.

She quickly starts to cry and it immediately scare you. What did you do ?

At the same time, her parents entered the room to tell her it was time to go home but they didn't expected to see her crying. They thought it was because she had to leave and didn't wanted to so they didn't really asked what happened. Her mom took her in her arms, kissed your cheek and then walk back downstairs.

You absently follow her and watch your Daddies leading them toward the front door. When you saw your friend hidding in her mom's neck when she asked her to tell you goodbye, it make you want to cry.

Your Papa closes the door once they're out of the house and your Daddy kneels in front of you "did you had fun with your friend today, baby ?" he asks rubbing your arms up and down.

You just stare at the door, frozen in your spot. Your Daddy frowns and touch your skin "babydoll ?"

Your Papa wakls to you and stand behind your Daddy "you okay, sweetie ?"

You shake your head and your lips start to tremble as your tears filled your eyes. "what happened, princess ?" your Papa kneels beside your Daddy and takes a grip of your hand in his. He gently strokes your hand with his thumb.

You break down and your Daddy is quick to wrap his arms around you before you fall on the ground. You shake with the sobs who fight to leave your throat as you try to breath at the same times.

"hey hey hey, what's wrong, little one ?" Your Daddy lifts you up in his arms and you immediately melt in his arms. "why don't we go on the couch to talk ?" your Papa proposes.

You cry too violently to answer so they decide to go on the couch. Your Daddy rests your back aganst his chest and spread your legs on the soft couch. Your Papa rests your legs on his laps as he scoop closer to you

Your Daddy gently swings you as he and your Papa whispers sweet words in your ears to calm you down. They reassure you, told you it was okay to cry and that it'll make you feel better afterward. They told you to not getting anxious about taking your time to cry and to talk when you're ready, not before.

The cries and sobs really exhausted you so you're soon quiet, with just silent sobs leaving your throat. Your Daddy kisses your temple "do you feel a little bit better ?" he asks in his sweet and comforting voice.

You sniff and nod you heard, they were right. You do feel better now that you cried.

"do want to talk about what happened, sweetie ?" your Papa asks, his fingers removing some of your hair who were glued to your face because of the tears. You nod your head.

They patiently wait for you to take your breath back before talking. You explained what happened, that you yelled and couldn't stop yelling at your friend because she broke your doll's arm. You told them how it scared you really bad when you saw her tears and when she scoops away from you, as if you were scaring her.

"babydoll" your Daddy sighs "it happens, you were upset and scared for your doll so you react in the moment. It's okay, she'll forgive you don't worry"

You shake your head and close your eyes shut to prevent the tears from falling again "i scared" you sob and start to squirm in your Daddy's arms.

"Scared ?" your Papa frowns "scared of what ?"

You look up at him, a scared expression in your eyes as they're wet from the tears "I scared of bein like him" you quietly say with your croaky voice from the sobs in your throat.

"ohh, princess" your Papa scoops closer again and wraps his arms around you as your Daddy does the same "you can't become like him, you never will and you know why ?" he asks and feels you shaking your head

"because you're the opposite of him. You're kind and extremely smart, you always do whatever you can to help others and you always, always show your love to the one who deserve it. You're the heart of the kindness, you're the sun who light up our days when they're bad, you are yourself. Nobody can take that away from you" he kisses the top of your head

"it happens to be angry or sad or upset. It happens to want to scream and throw things in the aire, it happens to want to cry for hours until our head hurts. It happens to have good moments and laughing your ass off until you pee on yourself" your Daddy adds "it's not because you feel the need to scream at someone or at nothing that you become like him"

"he screamed, and yelled for nothing all the time, he scared you many times when you lived with him but you survived this. You're here, you're happy and sometimes you're not but that's okay. You'll always have in a corner of your mind what happened in that house but you're stronger than those memories"

"you're stronger than him. He can't get in your head anymore, the only one who's in there," your Papa points at your forehead "is you. Don't let the past get to you, it's over. Your present is more important, focus on it every time you feel too overwhelmed"

You sniff and nod your head, more tears falling from your eyes. Your Daddies hold you tight, whispering that it's okay and that they're here to protect you against your memories, just like you protect Daddy from his

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