#reader i had no idea where my birth certificate was

[kkvqwrites]

Family

Word Count: 282

Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, gn!Reader

A/N: This is really short but the idea wouldn't leave me alone. I might flesh it out further later on - we'll see!

“Why is the safe open?” 

You hear Simon’s voice carry down the hall from your shared bedroom where the safe was located. You were in the living room, folding laundry while your newest true crime show was on in the background.

“I’m sorry - I opened it to get our marriage certificate and my documents out so I wouldn’t forget them. I have to send them with the application for my name change. I must have forgotten to close it all the way.”

“Understood. Just please try and remember, yeah?”

You nodded. It was one of the very few things Simon was fussy about, and not arbitrarily. In addition to important documents such as birth certificates, it also held the firearm and ammunition that Simon kept in the house for home defense.

“I will, I’m sorry.”

“No worries, love.” He kissed the top of your head as he walked by you. “Name change, huh?”

“Well yeah,” you replied with a smile. “We’re married. I’m excited to be a Riley.”

You felt rather than saw his demeanor change, and stifled a sigh. Family was a touchy subject for Simon.

“Not much fun bein’ a Riley, love,” his voice was soft with both affection and distant sadness. “I’m the last one left anyhow.”

Smiling, you approached him where he stood waiting for the tea kettle to boil and wrapped your arms around him from behind. He didn’t tense up anymore, which was a small miracle in and of itself. He had finally grown comfortable enough to leave himself open to your affection, and you hoped to have many years to keep giving it to him now that you were a family.

“Not anymore you’re not.”

[honey-minded-hivemind]

No no no, YOU'RE good, I love how intricate your ideas get!

BRO YOUR BRAIN POWER, Everything would only be more heartbreaking (how did you even do that) if reader was the extant child/relative of one the yans, my brain explored the idea with the professor or magneto, someone who wouldn't have suspected reader was their child, what would be worse for reader is if nobody knew and it was found out AFTER they're back. I'm evil :)

I could Imagine the reader, being the sweet selfless thing that they are, and being the only one who can't use their powers to escape like the others can, they might resort to begging the three to run and leave them behind, it's the very last thing any of them want, OH MAN it'd tear them up inside, but especially if reader were the oldest, the kids could be swayed to listen, even if they really really don't want to.

🐑 Anon

🥺🥰☺ Thank you, 🐑 Anon!!! I'm enjoying these small asks posts, as it's helping me discover how I want to write the first main story post! It's helping me think over how each character would act, possible relationships, and exactly how far I want it to go... So thank you, and for everyone else, who keeps asking about this au, and sharing your thoughts and ideas for it😊

And yes, it would involve more angst if they found out Reader was their child after they're back, but I raise you this: What happens if they found out when Reader and the others initially died? (Isn't that a fine wine of angst?) They never suspected and never knew Reader was a relative of theirs, and the pain and guilt over only ever knowing after Reader had already died. It would be worse if, when sorting through some of Reader's stuff after that dark day, they find a few papers in their handwriting, mentioning they know that one of their mentors or guardians is actually their parent/sibling/relative, but that they aren't going to tell them, because they don't want to ruin their relationship... Or if Reader had a DNA test or birth certificate or something else, detailing the fact they're related... The absolute misery the adult/s would be in, knowing they would never be able to right it, that they'd never be able to let Reader know they would have accepted them, no matter what... It breaks them all over again...

If Reader begged the others to go, to leave them, the three would be torn. If Reader is younger than them, they are staying no matter what. Only being forced to leave them would keep them from being by their side, sticking together til the end. If Reader is older, they would reluctantly leave, but only after Reader forces them into a position where that's the choice they're left with. And the three would be doing everything they can to get back to them, to try and rescue them from the strangers wearing the faces and powers of their teams, the people they call family...

I think I've finally decided on how old Reader is, and I say they are the youngest. Not by a lot, granted, but that doesn't stop them from being seen as someone to protect, no matter how powerful or awesome their powers are. They could be able to turn into a beast-like creature, or transform into any animal they want, or have fangs and claws, and they'd still be getting defended. It doesn't mean Reader themself isn't protective. Reader has lashed out before, during the few weeks they'd all been held captive, all to protect their captured friends or to defend the other platonic yans... Reader did suffer for it, though, terribly... It's why their death was a little different than the others. Where the others deaths were rather quick, Reader's was dragged out, made as painful for as long as it took to pass on...

It's really no wonder the adult and older teen platonic yans snapped and took their time destroying the people who'd done it. Who didn't even give them a chance to reach them before it was too late. And what a bloody, long drawn-out mess it is... And when it's finally done, well... There's a new world order on the verge of forming, and when it is brought to fruition... a lot of their enemies realize what a dangerous mistake they made...

[observeowl]

Miscarriage N.R

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Natasha wasn't there when R needed her at the most desperate times

Your POV I was waiting in the hospital, going through my life decision. What has caused it to go downhill? Everyone here was at least with someone yet I was here alone. 

I have been having some discomfort around my stomach and knowing that I have been having some difficulty during my pregnancy, I knew it was not a good sign. 

With one last try, I decided to text Nat.

You: Nat, can you accompany me to the doctors?

Nat: Why did you message me? I thought I told you not to disturb me at work?

You: I know, but I really wanted your support. And everyone here is with their partners.

Nat: So? They probably booked an appointment. You just decided to go without telling me.

You: This is the A&E And I seriously think something’s wrong with our child

Nat: You’re making a big deal over nothing. Stop finding me during work.

I sighed as I set down my phone. Nat changed during the last few months of the pregnancy. At the beginning, she was really kind and attentive but she started to drift away and focus on work. Even when she’s back, we hardly have any conversation. 

“Ms Y/L/N.” 

The doctor called my name and I stood up. 

“I’m sorry, but there appears to be no heartbeat.”

“What?” I wasn’t sure if I heard correctly. 

“Sorry for your loss, your child has passed away. I’ll start with the papers to get you admitted for induced labour. Do you have anybody to call?” 

I shook my head. 

“Okay, I’ll give you a moment.”

This was it, my child died before I got to hold them in my arms. I looked towards my belly for one last time. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be a better mum, I couldn’t give you the future you deserve. Something must be wrong with mummy that’s why you had to suffer. I’m so sorry…” My bottom lips quivered as I caressed my belly, the overwhelming feeling of loss was beginning to get to me as I let the tears flow down my cheeks. 

I was still sobbing when the doctor returned. “I’m sorry.” I wiped my tears with the back of my hands.

“No, it’s okay. I’m here to guide you to your ward.” 

--- >after stillbirth/induced labour<

I was laying on the hospital bed after birth. Thanks to the nurses and doctors, I was able to hold him in my arms at least once. He was so tiny at 5 months. They had to do the birth and death certificates as I remained in the ward. 

They told me I was only allowed to discharge the next day since they needed to make sure everything was fine and there were no other complications. 

I woke up from my nap by the ringing on my phone. I stretched over to pick up the phone and it was Wanda. 

You: Hi Wanda.

Wanda: Oh my god, Y/N! You finally picked up your phone. Where have you been? I’ve been trying to call you for hours! We were all so worried. Where are you?

You: I’m… I’m at the hospital. 

Wanda: Oh my god! Do you need me to go over? Did anything happen? Nevermind, I’ll just come over.

You: Thanks Wanda. Can you come alone? 

Wanda: Sure Is everything alright? 

You: Please… I just want you.

Wanda: Okay. I’m coming over now.

After the conversation with Wanda, no matter how much it hurts, I curled up in a ball and started crying again. 

I was still crying until I felt Wanda’s hands around me. She looked at me in a disarray state and knew what was wrong. “He’s gone… He died… All because of me…”

“It’s not your fault, you didn’t wish for this to happen.” 

Second POV Wanda stayed with you throughout the night. She wanted to inform the team where you were and that you were safe but you told her not to do that. You just wanted to be left alone.

Wanda tried to talk to you during the ride back but you would either ignore her or just make some noise. What she said you had no idea, in through one ear and out the other. 

Everyone crowded around you when you came back because you have been missing for a day. You shot them a quick smile before taking your bag from Wanda and headed for your room. “Don’t let anyone in JARVIS.”

“Yes Ms Y/L/N.”

“What happened to Y/N?” Steve asked after seeing you went up the elevator emotionless. They didn’t know anything except for Wanda rushing out to get you. Your belly was still around the same size since it wouldn’t go down until a few weeks later. 

“She lost the baby.” Wanda said in a low voice. 

Only gasps were heard from the room, everyone was so excited for the arrival of the new baby. “Does… Natasha knows about this?” Steve inquired wearily.

“I don’t think so.” 

Natasha was nowhere to be seen. She has been in her office in SHIELD so people hardly know what’s going on with her. Only Clint and Steve ever entered her office to look for her but she would only chase them out without explanation. 

“So she’s still in SHIELD?” Steve nodded his head. 

“I’m going to call her.” Wanda said as she made her way up to your room. 

Nat: Wanda, what is it? 

Wanda: I need you to come back.

Nat: Why? You know I’m working.

Wanda: It’s about Y/N.

Nat: I know. She told me she went to the hospital yesterday.

Wanda: And you didn’t go?

Wanda tried to open your door but it was locked. She told JARVIS to open the door but the AI couldn’t refuse your orders. 

Nat: Does it really matter? 

Wanda: It does. 

Wanda opened the door with her powers and saw your dark room. You were not under the covers where she was expecting so she turned to the bathroom. 

“Oh my god! Y/N!” She found you covered in blood, lying on the bathroom floor. “BOYS!!” She yelled but decided that bringing you down to the lab would be faster. 

Nat: Wanda! What’s happening? Shit.

Wanda couldn’t reply as she left her phone on the floor as she carried you down. Everyone looks at you as Bruce prepares the medical supplies. Steve tries to place pressure on your wound as Wanda runs back to her phone. 

Natasha was making her way back after hearing Wanda screaming for the boys to help.

Everyone was glaring at her when she walked into the lab. Bruce cleared his throat and brought their attention to him. 

“Y/N is a bit weak since she’s just given birth along with the blood loss we found with her earlier. It’s better to keep her in bed after she wakes up.”  

“Wait… What do you mean by given birth?” 

“She delivered a stillborn baby Natasha. That’s why she was in the A&E and you had THE AUDACITY TO TELL HER YOU WERE BUSY WITH WORK!!!” Wanda shouted at Natasha. Everyone around was surprised that she dared to shout at her.

“SHE HAD TO GIVE BIRTH ALONE! WITHOUT ANY HELP, ANY SUPPORT!” 

“I..I…” 

“I’m ashamed of you.” 

You started to stir when everyone left the room for you and Natasha. 

“Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

“Get out. I don’t want to see you.” 

“Y/N-”

“I said get out. Get out, before I force them to take you out.” 

You weren’t ready to face her yet, not when she left you alone when you needed her most. 

[buckysimp101]

Love at First Grade (18+) - Epilogue

Single Dad!Bucky x Single Mom!Reader; Teacher!Bucky x CEO!Reader

NOTE: Since I posted twice in one day, some of you may be seeing this chapter first, so please read Part 20 first!

chapter warnings: fluff, mentions of smut but no actual smut ft teensy bit of playful dirty talk

a/n: well friends this is it. The official-official end of the main story of Love at First Grade has arrived. Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you’ve enjoyed the story! Deleted scenes/Drabbles coming soon & if you have any ideas you’d like to see/any thoughts on the story in general please send them my way!

Series Masterlist

Six Years Later

“Daddy…psssst daddy wake up,” a small voice whispered loudly in Bucky’s ear. He let out a quiet groan and rolled over to see a carbon copy of your eyes staring at him from the edge of the bed. He cut his eyes to the alarm clock and saw it read 4:30. He was surprised it was her waking him up and not Alpine begging to be fed.

“Tessa, it’s 4:30 in the morning you should be asleep,” he whispered, hoping not to wake you next to him. You shifted in your sleep and Bucky flinched, crossing his fingers and praying you’d stay asleep. When you didn’t move anymore he refocused his attention on the toddler in front of him. She was pouting, your signature look, and she was damn good at it. How a newly minted three year old could be so manipulative with just a look was beyond him. 

“No sleep, daddy. The greebles chase me,” she whispered, her eyes widening in slight fear. Bucky sighed, silently cursing Becca and Avery for convincing her that “greebles” were real. Bucky cursed himself for telling Avery and Becca that “greebles” were what made Alpine go crazy when she zoomed around the house, meowing at unseen objects. 

Yes. House. Despite how often you tried, you didn’t get pregnant until a few months after you and Bucky got married four years ago. Once you found out that you were pregnant with Tessa you knew that you wanted to give up the penthouse. The penthouse had been where all of you were staying, with more than enough room for everyone plus Alpine, but you wanted more space. A home with a yard where your kids could play, and sadly Manhattan was lacking in that department. So you and Bucky sold the penthouse and purchased a large home with an equally large yard and pool in New Rochelle. Bucky continued teaching but moved the girls out of their school in the city to one a little closer to your new house. Your commute wasn’t so bad, forty minutes give or take, and since you were the boss you got to decide when you went in and when you didn’t. Upon marrying, you decided to hyphenate your name becoming Y/N L/N-Barnes. When Bucky asked why you would do that when you had never changed your name after marrying Brock you told him that it was because somewhere deep inside you knew he wasn’t the one and that he didn’t deserve to have you take his name. The girls kept their last names, in fact they kept all the information on their original birth certificates. Brock had surrendered his parental rights fully to you within a year of being in jail and Dot had signed hers over to Bucky just as quickly. No fight and no mess out of it. You both decided that Avery and Becca should make the decision when they were older if they wanted to change any of their legal documents and you stuck by that.

Now, Tessa Grace Barnes was born kicking and screaming at 1:09am on June 6th, just in time for your first wedding anniversary. Your pregnancy was rough, you had morning sickness the entire time and major fatigue at the end. But you swore it was all worth it when that six pound baby was laid in your arms. You giggled that she looked just like you, there was no correcting you because you were right. She had everything of yours, the only thing she seemed to have inherited of Bucky’s was a head full of dark hair. Now Bucky was face to face with the little menace, with her mom’s wide eyes and a pout that would put lipstick models to shame.

“Climb on up, sweet girl. But be careful with mommy, we don’t wanna wake her up,” he whispered, providing an opening in the covers for the toddler to climb into. Tessa refused to make it easy on him and instead of climbing into the bed on his side and staying there she crawled over Bucky and made herself comfortable in the small space between the two of you. You groaned and shifted in your sleep again, this time Tessa and Bucky froze, anticipating you waking up, but instead you rolled onto your back and went back to sleep, the blanket pulled tight against your rounded tummy. 

“Sorry mommy, sorry Owiver,” Tessa whispered before wiggling under the covers and closing her eyes like she was sleeping. Pretty soon pretending to be asleep turned into actually being asleep and Bucky watched his toddler’s chest even out with her deep, sleeping breaths. The two of you could’ve been twins the way you slept and it warmed Bucky’s heart to be a place of comfort for his children again. Becca and Avery were twelve and thirteen now, going on thirteen and fourteen, and it had pained Bucky physically when his girls stopped having nightmares or seeking the two of you for comfort. But they had each other and they continued to stick up for each other today. Bucky rolled over and laid his arms over both his girls, his hand reaching to rub protective circles over your belly. 

Not long after Tessa was born and you were cleared for ‘acts of intimacy’ as your doctor put it, the two of you began trying again for another baby. You found out that Bucky had been only partially kidding when he said he wanted a thousand kids with you, but you’d leveled with him and told him that four sounded like plenty. Between the sassiness of your pre-teens, the stress of your job at times, and the rough pregnancy you endured with Tessa you and Bucky realized that Oliver would likely be your last. Bucky had spent the last twelve years perfecting what it meant to be a girl dad, but the second the doctor told the two of you that you were carrying a boy? You swore you’d never seen Bucky’s eyes light up like that. You had his name picked out almost immediately and now Oliver George, for Bucky’s father, Barnes was set to make his appearance in just three short months.

Eventually Bucky was able to fall back asleep by listening to the light breathing of you and Tessa next to him. He was, however, rudely awakened around four hours later when Alpine decided it was time for him to shower her with affection and attention that she obviously wasn’t getting. With a swat to his face by a snow white paw Bucky was groaning and whispering, “I’m up demon, I’m up.”

A quick glance to his right proved what he suspected, you and Tessa were already up and making breakfast in the kitchen judging by the smell of bacon wafting through the house. Bucky rounded the corner to the kitchen where he saw you singing with Tessa to the Frozen 2 soundtrack as she twirled around in her Elsa costume Uncle Steve had given her at her birthday party the day before. You had one hand rubbing your belly as you sang Anna’s part and made sure the bacon was cooked fully. Bucky leaned against the door, a satisfied grin on his face, as he took in the view of you enjoying a morning with your youngest. 

His view was interrupted by a throat clearing behind him. A sleep filled voice called out, “Dad don’t just stand there and watch mom, that’s creepy.” Becca stood behind him, rubbing at the sleep in her eyes and clearly a little annoyed that she’d been woken up to the sound of Frozen 2 and not when she decided to wake up. 

Avery walked around the corner at the moment and added, “is he being weird again? Papa, it’s really weird when you do that staring thing, just go help mama with breakfast,” she rolled her eyes as she and Becca entered the kitchen to tell you and Tessa good morning, the three year old squealing at the sight of her big sisters. Avery and Becca took turns picking her up and squeezing her in a tight hug, wishes of Happy Birthday fell from their lips as their little sister took in all the attention.

Bucky waited a moment then announced his presence, “did I hear that right? There is now a three year old in the house? Impossible! Make your presence known three year old!” Bucky roared and pretended to stomp around the kitchen looking for a mystery three year old. Tessa giggled and hid behind Becca’s legs. He walked up to you and pretended to look behind you for her before placing a chaste kiss on your lips and whispering, “happy anniversary, honey,” and continuing with his search. When he finally reached Becca again he bent down and peaked around her shoulder and “found” Tessa as she squealed and screamed “I’M THWEE DADDY I’M THWEE!”

You watched your family lovingly from your place at the stove, Oliver kicking up a storm as his way of reminding you he was just as much a part of the family as everyone else. It always made you happy to see your family happy and playing around in your home. You finished with breakfast and made sure to serve Tessa her birthday pancakes first, a little number 3 candle sticking out as your family sang happy birthday. She blew out her candle with a squeal, everything was squeals and giggles at her age, and immediately started dousing her breakfast in syrup. Bucky had to remove the container from her to prevent a total sticky surface. You went back to the kitchen to pick up a little from cooking when you felt two different temperatures arms wrap under your belly, around your hips and pull you close.

“Mmmm come sit down, mama. Dishes can wait,” Bucky purred in your ear, rubbing small circles on the underside of your belly with his thumbs. You practically melted into his touch as he pressed soft kisses next to your ear and began to trail them lightly down your jaw. You almost moaned at the feeling but quickly stopped yourself.

“Buck, love, honey, sweetheart. The kids are in the next room, you gotta stop,” you gasped lightly as he lightly bit at your neck.

Bucky chuckled in your ear and whispered once more, “mmm that’s not what you said the other night,” his words bringing up memories of heavy kisses, heavy touches as you rode him, both of you chasing your orgasms as the pregnancy hormones made you hornier and hornier with every passing day. Surprisingly enough, or unsurprisingly rather, sex is what brought Tessa into this world. Obviously, biologically speaking, but rather the almost-our-anniversary sex you and Bucky were having the morning of the day your water broke helped kickstart the labor.

“You’re insatiable, Mr. Barnes,” you teased as you sighed into the relief Bucky gave you by physically picking up your bump and holding it for you, just for a little bit. 

“I rather think that’s you, Mrs. Barnes, you sure you don’t want another one? After Oliver I mean. Seeing you looking like an angel, all soft and round with our child. Come on, sugar. You know you wanna,” he moaned in your ear, his sleep pants tightening at the idea of filling you with another baby. 

You twisted around in his arms, your bump creating more space between the two of you and leaned your head up to give him a deep kiss, one full of passion and heat, one that would only be able to be reciprocated fully in your bedroom later. Bucky moaned into the kiss but you shut him up with a stern look before adding, “this womb is shutting down after this one finishes playing leap frog on my bladder and is successfully evicted. Unless you can start carrying them we’re SOL buddy,” offering a playful swat to his ass with the dish towel. 

Bucky rolled his eyes fondly at you, knowing the two of you’d had this conversation a number of times and you were both in agreement that Oliver would be your last. “Well I’m not eating with all my girls if you’re not there. You’re six months, Y/N. Come sit down, I’ll get this in a little bit, promise.” You acquiesced and joined the family in the dining room, listening to Tessa tell Avery and Becca about all the games she wanted to play today as part of her birthday. This pregnancy had been better on you than when you were pregnant with Tessa. You could actually move around and go out in public without feeling like you were simultaneously going to throw up and pass out. 

Avery and Becca were whispering to each other as they kept sneaking glances at you and Bucky. They thought they were sneaky, they always did, but you and Bucky knew when they were up to something. Or rather, you thought you did. Because as soon as they were done eating breakfast, Avery and Becca ran off to their rooms as fast as they could. You and Bucky merely quirked an eyebrow each at their weird behavior but let them be. Pre-teens were always weird. Pretty soon they were each walking back to the dining room, their hands behind their backs with matching grins on their faces.

“Oof, those faces mean troubleeeee,” you teased in a sing-song voice, directing Bucky’s attention to the girls. He took in their stances and raised his brow even more in question. 

Becca spoke first, “First of all, we wanted to say happy anniversary,”

Avery continued, “we’re so lucky and happy that we met you all those years ago,”

“And that we were able to become a happy family,” Becca added.

“We knew what we wanted to get you for your anniversary for a few years now, but this year seemed right,” Avery finished as she walked to Bucky and Becca walked to you.

On a very freaky, but obvious, silent mental count of three each girl presented you with an envelope. 

“You have to open them at the same time!” Avery and Becca spoke monotonously, it was becoming harder and harder to remember that they were not actually twins, they were just freakily close.

So you and Bucky made eye contact and verbally counted to three before opening your envelopes. Inside your envelope was an adoption form. Inside Bucky’s was an adoption form and a name change request. Your heads whipped towards each other immediately, both of you growing teary after realizing what your girls were giving you. They wanted you to officially adopt them, and Avery was requesting a name change to Avery Claire Barnes. 

“Whattaya say, mom? Wanna make it official?” Becca jested while Avery looked at Bucky with a smirk to rival Tony Stark as she teased, “c’mon daaaad. Let me be officially a member of the Barnes clan.”

You each broke down into tears and pulled your girls into individual hugs, nodding your heads and promising them that you’d go get it signed, notarized and filed at the courthouse as soon as possible.

Later that evening, you and Bucky had put Tessa to bad, Avery and Becca were hanging out watching television in their playroom as you and Bucky took over the couch for evening snuggles and a movie. You played with Bucky’s hair for a bit before asking, “did you know?”

“Know what?”

“Know that Becca was going to ask me to adopt her?”

“Yeah she came to me a few weeks ago, said she needed help getting the paperwork. Did you know about Avery?”

“Yeah, she did the same thing…funny I never even suspected that Becca might have been up to the same thing…but man I’m thrilled she did,” you sighed as Bucky smiled, content with having you next to him.

“Me too, then again I’ve just been thrilled to have you in my life for the past seven years,” he said dotingly, placing a soft kiss to your forehead. You agreed with a hum and leaned into his warm embrace.

We’re all familiar with the phrase ‘love at first sight.’ You always joked with Bucky that you felt like you’d been struck with the love bug the second the two of you met and that they got that phrase all wrong. Love at First Grade, that’s what they meant.

a/n: Officially. This is the end of Love at First Grade’s main storyline! Thank you everyone! I love y’all and hope y’all enjoyed this, I know I did!

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So here's the deal.. Maybe reader is daughter of Sidney Prescott, by ivf,as after scream 3 she wanted to have someone to love, so she did and then 10 years later skip to scream 4,it was a little 9 year old reader who shot Jill because she was about to kill her mother, in the hospital, she sees a birth certificate and sees her mother's name on the mother column and on father's column she sees.. Billy Loomis, she confronts her mother about it, and Sidney tells her that she got to know about the identity of the other person too late (don't ask why he would do this, maybe as a prank or something..) then in scream 5 she came back to woodsboro when her uncle dewy died, and when she hears Sam is Billy's daughter, she tells her she is her half sister, then in scream 6, reader starts to like the nerd ethan laundry alot, and when she is drunk she tells him who she is, as no one besides Sam, Sidney and gale knew who her father was, which ethan says during the confrontation scene, he did like reader and tries to Ave her from Quinn, as Quinn wanted to kill reader because she was Sam's sister and she was also there when her brother died. At the end, reader drops the TV on ethan,... I know its too detailed but please?

A/N: Nothing too detailed for me!! A/N: This does sound like a series though tbh

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╰┈➤ FANDOM/GENRE: Horror, dark romance, Ghostface, scream 5, 6, and 4

╰┈➤ RATING: SFW

╰┈➤WRITING STYLE: Series

╰┈➤ TAGS: @kittiescrownedsoul, @zspen, @auranightangle

╰┈➤ REMINDER: Do NOT transfer, translate, modify, copy or steal my ideas!

╰┈➤ CW: Murder, attempted murder, shooting, guns, stabbing, blood/bleeding, attacking, stalking, deaths,

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"So, Sidney, I heard you had a daughter?" Jill smiled at Sidney. "Uh, yea..." Sidney hesitated to answer.

"Could...could i see her?" Jill tilted her head. "I just want to see my cousin's daughter...since...yk, i might die to Ghostface," Sidney slowly nodded. "Yea, uhm, thats fine...shes just with her aunt Gale right now so..." Jill gritted her teeth and put on a fake smile. "Thats okay! Im...Im gonna head upstairs and go get ready to see Kirby." Sidney smiled at her.

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"Okay. Last one, alright? You are killing me..." Gale chuckled. "Okay, okay...is uncle Dewey a bad person?" Gale furrowed her eyebrows. "No! Where'd you hear that?" You simply shrugged. "Ma said that you cant always trust the love interest..." Gale sighed and shook her head. "Okay, sweetie, that is different. Dewey is a good sheriff and helps your mother through a lot of shit. Hes one of the good guys. Depends on the person."

You mouthed a 'ohhh...' before turning to your stuffed bunny. "Why does ma and uncle Dewey call me bunny?" Gales expression darkened. "I thought that was the last one?" You playfully smiled. "Just one more!" Her lips twitched into a playful grin.

"So, you had an aunt. Her name is Tatum, and...thats her bunny. She gave it to Dewey to give to you, as a gift...and they call you bunny because it reminds them of her..." Gale spoke softly. "Where is she now?" Gale grimaced. "On a...a...very long vacation!" You nodded again.

Gales phone buzzed in her pocket. She swiftly picked it up. "Hello? Oh, hey, Sidney. What's up? You want me to pick up her what? Oh, alright. Bye." You curiously watched Gale tuck her phone back into her back pocket.

"Pick up my what?" Gale put an index finger to her mouth. "Adult matters, but why did she have me pick it up now? Its dark out...whatever."

You kept your eyes on the window, watching the street lights flash and shine. You pondered what your aunt Tatum looked like, as you played with the white chubby bunny.

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"We're here," Gale unbuckled your seat belt and exited the car. She opened the car door for you and held out her hand. You gladly took it and hopped out of the car.

You stuck to Gale's leg, since there were quite a lot of people. Reporters, even. "Hi. Im Gale Riley. Im here to pick up [Name's] Prescott birth certificate." The front desk woman eyes Gale before typing on her computer.

She bends down and opens the drawer next to her, pulling out a firm piece of paper, wrapped in plastic. "Thank you," Gale grabbed your hand and began walking to the front doors, until her phone buzzed again. "Dewey, hun, hi. Shes right here with me, why? Sidneys in the hospital? What?! Ghostface..." she scoffed. "Of course...Im already in the hospital so im going to see her. No buts, bye!"

Gale sighed and crouched down. "[Name], babe, stay here with the front desk woman, okay?" You nodded as she took you to the front desk lady, explaining to her why Gale had to leave. The woman understood and let Gale exit as wanted, but the paper Gale had gotten had fallen out of her purse.

You rushed to pick it up and tried to follow Gale. "Wait, aunty Gale!" The paper had slid out of the plastic wrap. You took a look at it and saw three blood relatives. Sam Carpenter...? Billy Loomis..."Mommys boyfriend..." You gasped. There was another name, one you didnt recognize. You had to talk to your mother about this, and Gale was your ticket to her location.

You began sprinting, watching Gale with your every move. You saw the button she pressed on the elevator, so you went to a different one, jumping to press the button.

You ran out the elevator as fast as you can when you heard a 'ding,' seeing Gale turn into a certain room. You heard grunts and things being thrown around.

Gale was being held at gunpoint by a woman you hadn't recognized. "Can i say one last thing?" She scoffed. "What, please?" Gale smirked. "Clear," her eyebrows furrowed. "Clear?"

"Clear!" Sidney comes up behind Jill and electrocutes her in the head with two defibrillator pads using 360 joules of energy. She falls backwards while Sidney crouches down to Gale.

You silently watch, making notes of Jills movement. She was still alive. You saw a gun on the floor, on display. You quickly ran to the gun, startling Jill. "What?! "

You grabbed the gun and fired in Jills direction, shooting her in the throat, shoulder and chest.

"[Name?!]" Sidney scurried to your side, pulling you into a tight embrace. "What are you doing here?!" She softly scolded you. "Why didn't you tell me you weren't my real mother?"

She gaped at your words, so did Gale. "What...?" You softly frowned. "I have the paper..." Sidney whipped her head in Gales direction, as Gale frantically searched through her bag. "Shit..." Gale chuckled nervously.

"I was trying to find out who your father was...I now know, and so do you because of a certain someone..." Sidney gritted her teeth.

"I...I think I have a sister..." Sidney tilted her head. "You do?" You nodded. "I do! Can we find her?"

"Um, Im not so...sure," You sniffled and gave her puppy dog eyes. "Please, promise me we'll find her!" Sidney hesitated before sighing.

"Alright, we'll find her.."

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[auroracalisto]

runs in the family

dad!otto octavius x gn!offspring!reader, 1.5k words tw: gn!reader, reader grows up thinking they don't have a dad, cussing, au!! doc has his arms and has his accident, but everyone lived and spiderman saved him because i said so. unnamed mother character. reader is said to be around 18. a/n: i am not a scientist. i literally took a cooking biology class in college so i have no idea what a lot of the scientific terminology is, unless i try to remember from my high school sciences. please bear with me. LMAO. this was requested by @loreoflemons—sorry it took me so long to get it done, but i hope it lives up to your expectations! also, thanks to @yn-ymn-yln for being my first reader <33

A father.

You had an actual father, and as much as your mother inadvertently tried to keep that hidden, it had come to light. Or rather, you found evidence, and then you made an effort to actually prove it.

The birth certificate you clutched in hand was enough to make your mother panic as she searched for the right thing to say, but you understood her well enough. As much as you wanted to be angry, you knew that she kept it secret to keep you safe, especially in recent years.

"I want to meet him," you said, staring her down as she stood there, gaping at you.

She hesitantly nodded, and you couldn't help your smile. She understood.

The day had finally come in which her worst fears would be recognized—but you were taking this far better than she had imagined, and she was grateful for it.

You had always known you had a father, but never did you think it would be someone like him.

Your mother almost hated that it was him.

He was an intimidating man, with his degrees and lumbering stature. The mechanical arms protruding from his back did little to douse the overwhelming feeling that your father was indeed none other than Doc Ock.

His accident had set him back years on his revolutionary work, but he bounced back from it with the help of his wife and those who had worked with him. Had Spider-Man not been there in his time of need, it's possible that he could have turned for the worse.

But despite his injuries, he didn't stop. He had a world to help, and the addition of these arms only proved to be beneficial.

That was nearly two weeks ago.

You stood in front of the laboratory door, paper with directions scribbled on them clutched in hand.

This was it. You were going to meet him.

What would he even say? It's not like you even knew if he would be in today. Your mother didn't have his number—it was a one-night stand, as she so kindly put it. They never exchanged emails, or addresses, or anything else you might have thought to mention. You only knew where he worked because of the mass number of newspapers that acknowledged his wondrous achievements.

You took in a deep breath and knocked rapidly on the door, eyes squeezing shut as you waited for an answer.

A short, "It's open!" was shouted, and you immediately walked in. Your eyes darted from each lab station. They each laid empty, save for the very last one where he sat, peering into a microscope.

The man pulled back, eyes settling on you. Confusion became him as he tilted his head, sitting his pen down as he did so.

"May I help you?"

His voice was far kinder than you had envisioned.

"Yeah," you said, crossing your arms over your chest. The thought of that being too brash ran through your mind. Quickly, you uncrossed your arms, awkwardly standing in the middle of the laboratory like a deer caught in a pair of headlights. "I, uh, you're Doc Ock, right?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Doctor Octavius, but yes. I do suppose my reputation precedes me, hm?"

"Yeah, it does," you said, clearing your throat. You hesitantly pulled on a smile, realizing that this was far more intimidating than you had wanted it to be.

Your mother had warned you that this wouldn't be easy. Maybe you should have just brought her along and let the doctor put two and two together?

That would have been so fucking awkward. You would have rather died on the spot.

"Is there something wrong?" he asked, genuinely concerned. The young teenager standing in the middle of his laboratory had managed to bypass all the other lab techs and doctors who roamed the hallways. Why were you even here? Were you friends with Peter? You couldn't have been older than twenty if even that.

"No, I just..." You paused. You just needed to tell him. He would understand. It wasn't rocket science—you were his kid. You had the proof in your bag if you needed it. "Doctor Octavius, you're my dad."

His lips parted as he went to speak, but no sound came out. His eyebrows furrowed and he stood up from his seat, mechanical arms frozen behind him.

"What?"

"Yeah... you know, eighteen years ago, you had a fling with my mom. She disappeared afterward, and then she had me less than a year later."

"And you believe I'm your father?"

"She put you on my birth certificate," you said, rummaging around in your bag for it. You told him your mother's name, and as you pulled out the piece of official documentation, realization struck him where he stood.

"You're her kid?" he began, a smile beginning to form. "You're my kid?"

You held out the birth certificate to him, but made no move to walk closer to him. He came over to look, his smile only growing.

"You really—you really are!"

He had always dreamed about having a child with his dear Rosie, even if she were unable to bear her own—she would be in for an earful when he went home that night. He hoped she'd take the news well (though he knew that she would; she was the love of his life, after all).

"You—we must talk," he began. "I'm sure I have so much to catch up on."

Your features softened and you began to smile yourself. This had gone far smoother than you believed it would.

"A hell of a lot, Doc."

You found yourself in the laboratory once more, staying out of the way of the lab techs who ran around, trying to finish up for the day. In the past month or so, you'd been in there at least twice a week, catching up with your father. You had years to talk about, after all.

Otto had planned on leaving far sooner that evening, and yet, he sat at his desk, clear glass vials sitting in front of him. Most had been filled, each with a combination of chemicals that just wasn't working for what he needed.

You leaned back in your chair, foot kicking the edge of the table you were near. A bag of jelly beans sat beside of a can of your favorite drink. Had you known you would have been here for this long, you would've just picked something up for you and Otto. At least then he wouldn't have had to worry about anything.

Takeout was starting to sound really good at this point.

"I'm sorry, dear," Otto said, looking up from the glassware with a frown. "I'm almost done, I promise."

He picked up his pencil once more, crossing through a formula on his notepad. Scribbling ensued as he worked through yet another, frustration marking each symbol written in soft graphite. While this should have been far simpler, he seemed to only be making it more difficult.

Your shoes scuffed against the tile flooring, forcing your chair into a little spin. You closed your eyes, head tilting back to face the fluorescents that smiled down at you.

"Have you tried cadmium sulfide?"

Otto's scribbling stopped. He slowly looked up at you, a sluggish blink following suit.

You stopped your spinning abruptly, leaning forward and grabbing a handful of your jellybeans. You looked up at him when you realized that he was staring. You held out your hand with a smile.

"Want one?"

"No," he began, quickly finding his voice. "That's... a good idea, Y/n," he said, confusion evident in his features. He said nothing more, immediately grabbing the substance and using it in his chemical solution. It seemed to do the trick as Otto's face melted into that of one that showed victory—he could wrap this up sooner than later, now.

You popped the handful of jelly beans into your mouth, continuing the spinning once more.

"Since when...?" Otto started, looking up from his desk once more.

"You never asked," you said. You stopped your spinning once more and grabbed your drink, grinning.

"I just... assumed that you wouldn't have an interest in science," he confessed, scratching the back of his head as he spoke.

"I've liked it since I was a kid. Mom put me in camps and shit," you said, fingertips tapping against the aluminum of your can. "You know you can go to forensic camps when you turn twelve?"

"You like forensics?"

"Nah," you said. "Well, toxicology. But I took what I could get. And the forensic camps were free for Brooklyn kids."

He smiled a bit and returned to write something else down on his notepad before he spoke.

"Glad to know it runs in the family."

You couldn't help but smile at the phrase—it did, indeed, run in the family.

You leaned back against your seat, nursing your can with a grin. Your father was one of a kind.

So were you—the world just didn't know it, yet.

[insomniacwriter17]

Saved from the Flames - Epilogue

"When you’re born in a burning house, you think the whole world is on fire. But it’s not.” –Richard Kadrey

Billy Hargrove is 9 years old. He tries his best to be the son his father wants him to be - quiet, respectful, and obedient. But Neil just pushes harder and harder, all in the name of raising a “strong man”. When Billy is removed from his father’s custody and placed in foster care, it takes some time for him to realize his world is no longer burning around him. New experiences, new people, new opportunities all make Billy realize there’s a whole lot more to life than respect and responsibility.

AKA: The story of how Bob Newby became a real life superhero for one little boy who needed saving.

Inspired by this post I saw from @connordax

chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five | chapter six | chapter seven | chapter eight | chapter nine | chapter ten | chapter eleven | chapter twelve | chapter thirteen | chapter fourteen | chapter fifteen | chapter sixteen | chapter seventeen | chapter eighteen | chapter nineteen | chapter twenty | chapter twenty-one | chapter twenty-two | chapter twenty-three | chapter twenty-four | chapter twenty-five | chapter twenty-six | chapter twenty-seven | chapter twenty-eight | chapter twenty-nine | chapter thirty | chapter thirty-one

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Here we are! The final chapter...thank you guys so much for going in this journey with me. I've loved every second, and I can't wait to see what else Billy and Bob get up to in the future! If you have any ideas on what you'd like to see for one-shots, my ask box is always open! Thank you guys for being the absolute best readers in the whole wide world <3

Even though Billy’s adoption day was big and exciting…things didn’t change much. At least, not right away. They drove home in the same car, the furniture all stood where it had been left, and Billy played on the same swing set in the backyard that he did most days. 

Billy went to school each day and Bob went to work. Even though Billy’s “new” paperwork – his Social Security card, birth certificate, and the like – wouldn’t be ready for a number of weeks, Billy had immediately told his teachers that his new last name was Newby. Where Hargrove had been written inside his workbooks and binders, Billy had taken a permanent marker and scratched it out, carefully writing NEWBY beneath it instead. 

Dr. Marcus had warned Bob that there may be some residual acting out as the finality of the adoption set in. But so far, everything seemed to be okay, so Bob instead tucked away the information for later in case something happened. Billy was still going to see Dr. Marcus on a weekly basis for at least a year, so Bob felt fairly confident that they could handle anything coming their way. 

September gave way to October, and fall began to settle upon Hawkins. It was a few weeks after the adoption that Billy climbed into the car and looked to the front seat. “Hey, Dad, am I allowed to do Halloween?” he asked curiously. 

Bob looked up in surprise as he started to drive out of the parking lot, meeting Billy’s eyes in the rearview mirror. How had he not even thought of Halloween yet?! Bob loved Halloween! “Of course you are, kiddo! We can get you a cool costume, go trick-or-treating with Joyce and the boys if you want? Or we can stay home and watch fun Halloween movies and hand out candy. Whatever you want!”

“I want to go trick-or-treating,” Billy said quickly, straightening in his seat. “I was talking about it with Steve and Jonathan today and they said it’s a lot of fun!” 

“We can totally do that, pal,” Bob grinned. “Just means you have to decide what you want to be for Halloween.” 

Billy thought for a moment. “What can I be?” he wondered softly. 

“Well…” Bob shrugged. “Whatever you wanted to be, really. It’s early enough that we could make you a costume if you didn’t want one of the premade ones. But I mean, you could be pretty much anything! We could dress you up as one of the Hardy Boys – you’d make an awesome Joe Hardy. Or you could be a pirate, a monster, an athlete, a doctor, a superhero…the options are endless, kiddo.” 

Billy hummed in thought, glancing out the car window as Bob drove the now-familiar route home. “I’ll think about it,” he decided after a moment. “It’s my first Halloween costume. It’s gotta be perfect,” he told Bob. 

“I know!” Bob replied with an encouraging smile. “And I know you’ll come up with the best costume ever.”

Once at home, Billy ran to change out of his school clothes so he could go and play outside. “Put a jacket on!” Bob called absently over his shoulder on his way to the laundry room. 

“I did, Dad!” Billy yelled back before the back door slammed shut behind him. Bob finished starting the load of laundry and then moved to his office to do some work that he hadn’t finished at the store. He glanced out the window every now and again to put eyes on Billy, who seemed to be content swinging in the evening sun. 

With the chill moving into Hawkins as fall descended upon the small town, Bob decided to make chili and cornbread for dinner. Just as he was pulling the pan of cornbread out of the oven, Billy opened the back door and came in from outside. “It’s cold,” he huffed as he wrapped his arms around himself, making his way over to Bob. “What’d you cook?” 

“Chili. The best thing to eat when it’s cold outside,” Bob insisted, turning to look at Billy. “Why don’t you get washed up and we’ll eat?” 

Billy nodded and stepped over to the kitchen sink to wash his hands, looking over his shoulder at Bob. “I think I want to be a superhero for Halloween,” he mentioned, wiping his clean hands on the jacket he was still wearing. 

Bob nodded approvingly, placing a bowl of warm chili and a plate of cornbread on Billy’s spot at the table. “We can work with superheroes,” he said with a smile. As Billy settled himself at the table and wrapped his small hands around the warm bowl, Bob asked, “Which superhero?” 

Billy just grinned at him. “I don’t know yet,” he said. “I still have to figure that part out.” 

Bob sat down with his own dinner and shrugged. “That’s fine. We’ve got all the time in the world, bud.” 

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Halloween was there before they knew it, and Bob and Billy were supposed to meet the Byers in a few minutes to go trick-or-treating. Bob was dressed up as Captain Kirk, donning a yellow long-sleeve shirt and black slacks. He had also gotten the Insignia pin back from Billy (just for the night, he promised). “You about ready to go, kiddo?” Bob knocked on the closed bedroom door. “Joyce and the boys are going to be here any minute!” 

“Almost!” Billy called from inside his room. A moment later the door opened, and Billy stood in front of him, looking up at him expectantly. “Does this look right?” 

Bob took in the boy in front of him. Dark gray slacks, a short-sleeved white button down, and a tie that draped loosely around Billy’s neck, not yet tied. “It looks great!” Bob replied honestly, trying to blink away the tears forming in his eyes. “My tie’s a little big on you, kid,” Bob chuckled, reaching to tie the garment for his son. 

“Well, I wanted the costume to be right!” Billy insisted, watching as Bob effortlessly tied the tie. 

“You’re sure this is the costume you want to wear?” Bob asked for what felt like the millionth time. “I’m sure we could throw together a Superman costume real quick if you’ve changed your mind.”

Billy frowned as he stepped back, hands on his hip. “Dad, I still haven’t changed my mind,” he insisted. “Come on! You said they’re going to be here soon!” He moved past Bob and grabbed his arm, pulling him out of the doorway. 

Bob followed after him with a smile. “You need to grab a jacket, kiddo.” He stepped into his office and swiped something off his desk before he headed into the living room. Billy was standing there excitedly, pushing his arms into the sleeves of his jacket.

Bob sat on the edge of the couch, watching with a soft smile. “Hey, Billy, come here for a second. I think you’re missing something on your costume.” Billy frowned and looked down at his costume. 

“Am I?” He stepped over to Bob with a frown. 

Bob held up his Radio Shack name tag, clipping it to Billy’s shirt. “If you’re demanding to go trick-or-treating as the lamest guy in the world,” he teased, “You’re going to have to tell everyone who you’re dressed as.” He smiled and squeezed Billy’s arm lightly, but Billy pouted at him. 

“You’re not a lame guy,” the boy insisted. Bob laughed and shook his head, leaning back against the couch. Billy scrambled into the man’s lap and settled against his dad’s chest. “You’re a superhero.”

Bob hugged Billy close, looking at the clock. Joyce and the boys would be here any second now. “Being a superhero means that I did something really cool and saved people. I don’t think I want that kind of responsibility,” he told Billy with a chuckle. 

“You saved me.” Billy’s voice was soft. “So that makes you my favorite superhero.”  

Bob swallowed thickly, unable to stop the tears this time. “Aw, Billy,” he hummed softly, squeezing the boy in a tighter hug. “You’re my favorite superhero.” 

Billy grinned up at Bob and wiggled away out of his arms, standing up. “Wait here!” the boy instructed before running down the hall, leaving Bob to clear his throat and wipe his cheeks of the few tears that he’d not managed to keep in. A few moments later, Billy returned, his hands firmly behind his back. 

“You have to say it,” Billy insisted.

Bob blinked in confusion. “Say what?” 

“Trick or treat!” Billy sounded exasperated, as if Bob should’ve known what Billy was asking. “Come on! Say it and hold out your hands!” 

Bob smirked and leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he held out his hands. “That’s your line, bud. But I’ll bite. Trick or treat?” Then he closed his eyes.

He heard Billy shuffle forward, and then something was placed in Bob’s hand. “Okay, open,” Billy demanded, and Bob opened his eyes to find a folded piece of paper. 

“What’s this?” Bob asked as he opened the paper. He stared at the picture on the page, but only for a moment before tears welled in his eyes and he couldn’t see anything. “Billy…” 

It was a drawing of Bob. Poised like Superman flying through the air, cape and all. Beneath it, Billy had written, BOB NEWBY. SUPERHERO. 

Billy was standing in front of him, his hands wringing nervously. “Do you like it?” he asked softly. “I drew it after school the other day.” 

“I love it, Billy,” Bob said seriously, smiling at Billy and pulling him in for another hug. “You’re my favorite kid in the whole world, you know that, right?” 

Billy nodded against Bob’s chest, saying something that was muffled against Bob’s chest. “What?” Bob asked, pulling away just enough that Billy could speak freely.

“I love you, Dad.” Billy repeated, immediately diving forward to hug the man again. 

Bob’s world exploded. He’d never be the same. Somehow, he’s not sure how he lived all these years without Billy. How there’d ever been a day that Bob would’ve been okay with Billy going back to his biological family. 

“I love you more than anything in the world, kiddo,” Bob whispered into Billy’s blonde hair. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

They stayed on the couch, hugged tightly to one another until Joyce and the boys showed up. When Jonathan opened the door dressed as Spiderman with a Wizard Will right behind him, Billy was off like a shot, running up to the boys to greet them. 

Bob stood to head to the kitchen while the kids examined costumes. Joyce followed after him, an amused smile on her face. “What’s going on with you?” she asked, and Bob turned, handing her the drawing Billy had just given him. 

“Oh, Bob!” she gasped, her own eyes teary as she studied the photo. “Billy?” 

“Yeah,” Bob nodded with a watery smile. “It’s now my most prized possession,” he said, only half-joking. He took the art back from her and quickly stuck it to the fridge, just above the school lunch menu. “It’s staying here until I go back to work, and then it’s hanging in my office forever.” 

Joyce opened her mouth to reply, but there was the sound of pounding feet, and Billy appeared in the doorway. “Dad, we’re ready to – you hung my picture up?” he asked, a grin spreading across his face. 

“Um, of course I did!” Bob grinned, gesturing to the paper. “Do you see this? This is art, Billy Newby!” 

At his full name, Billy grinned. Jonathan and Will appeared beside him, and Billy bounced excitedly on his toes. “We’re ready to go trick-or-treat!” 

Bob walked toward them, Joyce following behind them. “Well, we can’t keep you waiting, now can we?” They made their way out of the house, but Bob watched Billy peer back into the kitchen to see the hanging picture before he left. 

As they walked down the street, Billy fell back so that he walked beside Bob. After a moment he reached for the man’s hand, wiggling his tiny hand into Bob’s until Bob squeezed his hand and held it tightly.

Looking around, Billy realized that he was finally like all the other kids. He had a dad who loved him, a cool Halloween costume, and he knew he’d get to eat his weight in candy and watch spooky movies with Jonathan after Will fell asleep in Billy’s bed when they got back to the Newby house. Billy was finally home.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Another idea for nightnurse!reader is Jason finds her brother (assuming you didn’t plan that to be a lie) and plans to scare him into leaving reader alone, but brother in such bad shape Jason gets him help instead

Jason's first memories were smells. Old garbage. Piss. Asphalt. Ancient beer dribbled out of crushed cans onto carpet. And cinnamon. From the candles his mother lit trying to make anything smell nice.

And every time he stalked the alleyways of Gotham, it was both bittersweet and home. Feelings he tried to shove out of the way. To keep in the disorganized corner of his mind where he kept things he didn't want to examine. Usually, it worked.

But not tonight.

As he stalked the streets, he turned a puzzle over in his mind. Discordant pieces. Things that looked like they fit and didn't. He was a detective. It came second nature. But looking at them- he realized how much he didn't know.

About you.

He knew you were no stranger to violence. Or drugs. Or pain. He knew you were cool under pressure. Caring. Compassionate. But- how had you gotten there?

There was a father listed on your birth certificate but that had been a dead end. The man had been dead for 10 years in a car accident. And your mother was alive but in jail, spending most of her time in solitary. So that left the brother. The one that cracked you in the face. The one that didn't, as far as Jason knew, know where you lived.

All his intel said he usually slept around here- in the illegal loft housing near the docks. So he should be here. Somewhere. His eyes narrowed and he scanned the dark places, looking for a heat signature.

If it hadn't been for the giggles of a couple working girls, he might have never found him. Filthy and taking a syringe from one of them, Jason cringed. "Alex!"

His bark sent the girls running and he let them go, watching as the kid swore and screamed after them. "God fucking damn it!" he growled pounding his fist against the brick of the building he was leaning on, "You got a fucking problem, man?"

"You Y/n's brother?" Jason asked, stepping out of the shadows, folding his arms.

"What of it," he said, holding his hands up when he realized the Red Hood was staring at him.

"You like smacking her around?" Jason challenged, teeth clenched, "You like-"

"She wouldn't give me any money," Alex snapped. "Told me she'd give me something to eat. Put me up in a motel for the night but the fucking cunt-"

Crack.

Before Alex could finish his tirade, Jason grabbed him by the front of his reeking sweater and shoved him against the wall, letting his head hit the brick. "You have two choices," Jason said, his voice dangerously soft, "You come with me and check yourself in for 60 days OR I take you to the GCPD and let them sort you out- either way. You ever put hands on your sister again and I'll snap your neck."

"What the fuck man," he whined, "All I wanted was money. She has-"

"Two. Choices." Jason ground out.

"The fuck?" The kid growled. "Take me to jail. I ain't sitting in a circle talking about shit man. The fuck does it matter-" He broke off and glared at Jason, "You fucking her or something?" he scoffed. "What's she owe you?"

"Jail it is," Jason said levelly, Dropping Alex and letting him fall in a heap on the ground.

"What fucking for?" he snorted.

"Solicitation, possession, battery, being a pain in the fucking ass-"

"Better than 60 days listening to people cry about their mommy issues," he said.

"Alex-"

"Fuck you man," he spat, "Just because you're fucking my sister doesn't mean you know shit. She owes me. It's her fucking fault."

"That you're living on the street and smell like piss?"

"It's all her fault," he said scowling. "Miss fucking perfect."

Jason frowned and typed out a message to Oracle. "Yeah. It's totally Y/N's fault. What, did she do better on the spelling tests or something? Get a little jealous, did we?"

"Ask her what she did," he growled. "Ask her why our mom is in jail."

[suckthatskittlebiiitch]

Get it RIGHT

Pairing: Steven Grant × black Reader (marc and jake make an appearance too!)

Warnings: just lots of cussing

A/N: this is an idea I had about how reader would react to Donna being an asshole to Steven and calling him "Stevie" also i was a little buzzed while typing this up just now so there might be a few run on sentences but honestly who gives a shit lol

"ok girl ill call you tomorrow i just pulled up to steven's job! bye love you!" you hung up with your best friend excited to show your man the new braids you got from your trusted stylist. every 3 months you switch it up and when you do hes always so amazed, sometimes he just stares in awe at how your hair could do so many things, styles, colors it was so cool to him.

After parking you pulled down the mirror to make sure ya makeup was still looking bomb as fuck, baby hairs still swooped to the gods and...ya titties looking damn good in the new shirt that was bought yesterday. thankfully steven didnt see the numerous bags in the back of the closet.

Every other day when your jobs had the same lunch break you and steven would have a lunch break date. Honestly it was the best part of each other's day.

Walking inside you walked straight to the gift shop, waving slightly at the security guard who did a double take at your appearance. "Nope still with steven grant buddy! sorry not sorry!" The man waved back but grumbled something behind the newspaper he was reading and covered his face with it.

Rounding the corner your smile faded slightly as she was standing in front of steven. His boss donna was pointing at him. Being a little ways away you couldnt hear the conversation but moving closer her words started becoming clear.

"i'm telling you all this shit is still unorganized and uncounted for! looks like you'll be on inventory again tonight i dont care if it takes you all night!" "Donna im doing my best but shipment has been coming-" she put a hand up.

"oh no the fuck she didnt shush my baby" you mumbled to yourself

Doing so made steven stop talking immediately and frown deeply.

"i dont care when shipment comes..you get it done! you're so bloody useless Stevie!" Hearing her degrading and calling him by the wrong name set you OFF. Before realizing it you stomped over to where they were, eyes seeing red, curses spewing under your breath. Out the corner of his eye he sees you coming, a first he was relieved then he saw the look on your face which let him know all hell was about to break loose.

"oooh shit ive never seen her that pissed before..." Marc from the reflection of the glass.

"That's the sexiest fucking thing ive ever seen LET HER HAVE IT MI AMOR RIP HER APART!" jake smiled

"oh dear" steven sighed heavily. Donna looked confused but that expression worn off when she noticed you coming over to where they were; it soon turned into fear. "i-uh ill be in my meeting-" you stopped in front of them with a big smile on your face "donna let me tell you this one time and one time only" Steven looked nervous as fuck " love its okay donna was just leaving for a meeting and my break is in 5 so lets just-" you cut him off by grabbing his shirt and planting the deepest, tongue fighting kiss then pushed him back slightly.

steven gained control of his balance, licked his lips and just nodded his head. "Donna let me tell you something..in the nicest way i can. his name is steven, steven grant. says it right there on his name tag and fucking birth certificate. Stop calling him Stevie, stephen, stanely anything with S.T in it that aint fuckin steVEN. That is MY man im tired of him coming home looking damn near doorknob dead because your overworking him .Sometimes he's to tired to even fuck me and that's a goddamn problem." Steven started to turn red but he wasn't embarrassed in the slight.

Donna stood there like a fish out of water; mouth just opening and closing dumbfounded. She looked around making sure customers couldn't hear what's going on but you honestly couldn't give a shit. "well..i mean sometimes he just needs to catch up-"

"Catch up bitch all my man does is catch up! but your lazy ass think just because your the manager ya can do whatever you want but let me get you straight on this donna. Let me find out you've insulted him, degraded or humiliate him in any possible way and bitch i will stuff you in pharaoh's tomb myself. do we have an understanding??" You glared at her with eyes that said dont fucking try me.

She nodded her head, fixed her shirt and cleared her throat "mhm i-i understand..i uh..i apologize steven please take an extra hour lunch on me" She nodded again, turned and quickly turned on her heels to her office.

"Oh my god LOVE!" he laughed "that was amazing i never knew you could get that vulgar or angry!" You just giggled sweetly. "i told you baby nobody can disrespect you in front of me..ever." He leaned over kissing you deeply. "ok ill go clock out then we can go to lunch!"

"Okay baby after we eat seeing as you have an extra hour how about you show me the back room?" steven looked at you confused, you've seen the backroom maybe twice now before. "oh okay but what for?" you smiled walking over to him, grabbed the back of his head and licked the side of his face slowly then bit his earlobe.

"So you can tell me a story while deep in this pussy love.." you whispered in his ear

"Oh my god please give me the body steven" marc whined

"AYE No give ME the body!!" jake countered

Steven shuddered at your naughty moves and ignored his alters, he suddenly didn't want to eat the lunch he brought in today but something else vegan friendly.

[specialagentlokitty]

Mr Evershed x Student!reader - ghost

Part 11:

TW: mentions of abuse and abusive parents

The court case came around a lot faster than you hoped, and you stood on one side of the room next to Mr Evershed, a lawyer, detective Jones and and your social worker.

Your parents were stood on the other side with their own lawyer and you all watched as the judge walked in.

After a few minutes you were all allowed to sit down.

You messed with the bottom of your blazer looking around nervously.

“This is the case of Andrew and Karen (L/N) against Martin Evershed for the custody of (Y/N) (L/N), is that correct?” The judge asked.

“Yes judge.” Your parents lawyer spoke.

The judge looked over to you.

“Yes it is your honour.” Yours said.

The judge nodded his head and looked through some papers in front of him.

“Alright, we’ll start with the parents. Take the stand.”

They walked up and took the stand and their lawyer walked up.

“For the sake of the court can you please confirm that you are in fact that teenager’s biological parents?”

“Yes, we have the birth certificate right here.” Andrew spoke.

He handed the paper over to the lawyer and the lawyer handed it to the judge.

“You have two children correct? (Y/N) and Thomas?”

“Yes. Thomas is currently away serving in the military.” Karen said.

They asked a few more basic questions before your lawyer walked up to begin questioning them.

“Is it true, you left my client behind here in Ackley? One day you just up and left without any warning. May I remind you that you are under oath.”

“We did tell them, but they wouldn’t come with us.” Andrew said.

“So you just left them, a teenager without a home or any money to get by?”

“We believed they would come back home when they were ready to, or call us.” Karen said.

Your lawyer nodded her head.

“Except that was nearly two years ago now, am I correct?”

“Yes.” Andrew said.

“So why did you come back now?”

“Because that’s our child, and we just want them to come home. We miss them.” Karen said.

You glared at them and they looked at you.

You balled your hands into fists and Mr Evershed looked down at you, placing his hand on one of yours and you looked up at him.

He gave you a reassuring smile and you moved your hand so you could hold his tightly.

“(Y/N) was no longer staying at the home that you left them in, so how did you find them?”

“We hired a privet investigator to find them. We have all the photos and documents here.”

They showed it on a projector, photos of you at school, at the shelter, wondering the streets, photos of you with Mr Evershed even when you went for your walk.

Then some documents about where you were, what school you went to and your current address.

“So you hired a privet investigator to find them because you had no idea on their whereabouts?”

“Yes.” Karen said.

Your lawyer hummed a little.

“If you ask me your honour that does not sound like very good parenting.”

You lawyer said that was all her questions for now and your parents sat back down, and the judge looked over to you.

“Mr Evershed, please take the stand.” He said.

The teacher nodded and stood up, and you gripped his hand tightly looking up at him.

“It’s alright.” He smiled.

You looked at him and nodded, letting go of his hand so he could walk over to the stand.

“Can you tell us your name and your occupation please?” Your parents lawyer asked.

“Yes of course. My name is Martin Evershed, and I am the current headteacher of Ackley bridge college.”

The lawyer nodded and stood in front of him, hands clasped behind his back.

“And how did you first meet (Y/N)?”

“They were in my English lesson before I became headteacher.”

“And what can you tell us about (Y/N)?”

Mr Evershed smiled a little.

“They’re an incredibly smart student, they have a lot of potential to go far and get any job they want. They have high grades, they’re friends and care about other people a lot, and they’re always willing to help someone else if they can.”

The lawyer nodded.

“And is it true, that (Y/N) is or was ghost?”

“Yes that is true.”

“And is it true that they taunted you as this persona?”

“Yes.”

The lawyer turned to the judge before turning back to the teacher.

“How did you originally find out that it was (Y/N) behind this?”

Mr Evershed sighed.

“I heard a noise in my back garden, so I went outside to investigate and it was (Y/N), and they were hurt and scared. So I asked them to come inside so I could help them.”

“You didn’t think to call the police?”

“No. My first priority was making sure they were okay.”

The lawyer nodded his head.

“And did they go to the police?”

“Eventually yes, we both went. They confessed to everything, cleaned all the graffiti and came to an agreement with the detective about what they were going to do going forward.”

Your lawyer stepped forward.

“Why are you here fighting for custody of a teenager that has no family relation to you?”

“Because they deserve to have a home where they know they’re safe and happy, where they would be getting the support they need in order to build a better life form themselves.”

The two lawyers said they had no more questions for him at the time.

They finally let him go and he walked over, sitting next to you again, and they called the detective up.

“In your professional opinion who do you believe would be better suited to care for (Y/N)?” Your lawyer asked.

“Mr Evershed. I have seen a dramatic improvement in their behaviour and confidence since being placed in his care, they’ve stepped up and taken responsibility for their wrong doings.”

Your lawyer nodded.

“And why not their actual parents? Surely no one would be better suited to looking after them than their own parents.” Your parents lawyer said.

The detective sighed.

“Because we have reason to believe that (Y/N)s parents were abusing them, not just mentally and emotionally, but physically as well. While I was talking to (Y/N) gathering evidence for this case, they showed me their back which holds evidence of this.”

The detective gestured to the projector and everyone looked over to see a photo of your back, covering in deep scars.

You didn’t looked at it, but you clenched your jaw tightly.

Mr Evershed looked at the photo in horror and he looked down at you.

Reaching out to your hand on the table he placed his hand over it, and gave it a small squeeze, something that didn’t go unnoticed by the judge.

“That’s made up! We didn’t do that!” Andrew snapped.

“Be quiet!” The judge ordered.

Your father sat back down and both lawyers turned to you.

“Will you take the stand?” One asked.

You looked up and nodded, making your way around you stood next to the detective on the stand.

“Did you parents do that to you?” Their lawyer asked.

“Yes sir. They did.”

“When.”

“Over the period of a few years for different reasons. Bad grades, late home, not doing my chores.”

He nodded his head.

“They say it’s fake.”

“It’s not.”

The judge tapped the desk next to you and you looked up.

“Are you okay showing the security guard in a privet room so we can see if that’s true or not?” He asked.

“Yes, I can do that.”

He nodded and gestured for you to follow the guard and you did and a few minutes later you both came back and the guard set a photo down.

“You are aware it’s illegal to lie to the court Mr and Mrs (L/N). This photo shows those exact scars.”

You took the stand again and set your tie down on the wood, and pulled your blazer back on.

Your parents stayed quiet.

“Did you do this to Thomas as well?” The judge asked.

The doors were opened and everyone turned towards them.

“Yes sir. They did.”

You stared at the doors with wide eyes as you looked at your brother dressed in his uniform, sitting in a wheelchair with two other soldiers behind him.

They came further in and tears began to fall from your eyes as you watched him wheel his way to the middle of the room, and soldiers filled the room.

He slowly stood up, leaning heavily against the table Mr Evershed was sat at.

Thomas looked at you and you jumped over the stand, running over you crushed him into a hug.

He groaned a little, but laughed softly and slowly lowered you both to the ground as you cried into his shoulder.

“I’ve missed you kiddo…” your brother whispered.

You held on to him tightly and Thomas turned to the judge.

“Thomas (L/N)?”

“Yea sir. Here.”

He handed over his wallet and the guard took it, bringing it over to the judge to have a look and the judge nodded, handing it back over.

“Are you okay to take the stand?” He asked.

“Yea sir I am.”

You stood up, and two soldiers helped Thomas up and over to the stand, and the detective walked over with your tie in her hand and handed it to you.

Walking over to table you set your tie aside and sniffled a little, wiping your eyes.

“Did you know he would come…?”

Mr Evershed stood up, doing the top button of your shirt, he lifted the collar and put your tie around it to do it up.

Everyone stayed quiet as they waited, and they all watched.

He finished doing your tie, and put your collar down and smiled softly at you.

“Yeah. I did.” He replied softly.

You wiped a few more tears and sniffled again, wrapping your arms around him softly, and he smiled, hugging you back.

You let go and sat back down, and he sat next to you, and you looked up at the stand, eyes glued to the brother who you hadn’t seen for years.

Mr Evershed reached up, placing his hand on your shoulder and he looked over at Thomas, smiling softly.

They asked your brother questions, he showed them his back as well, showing similar scars but nowhere near as many as you had.

After a few moments, they called you up to the stand with your brother and you stood next to him, your hand in his.

“Why did you join the military Thomas?” Your parents lawyer asked.

“To get away from my parents, so I could get a stable job to take (Y/N) away from that too. They had it worse than I did.”

“So you did all of this to protect your younger sibling?” Your lawyer asked.

Thomas nodded his head, and he squeezed your hand.

“And I would do it all over again in a heartbeat.”

“Were you aware that Mr Evershed was caring for (Y/N)?” Your parents lawyer asked.

“Not at first, he had to try and get ahold of me first, and when he did he explained everything to me and that they are in his care.”

“And you’re okay with that?”

“Yes sir. I gave him permission to do so.”

They asked Thomas a few more questions and finally they turned to you.

“Why do you want to stay with Mr Evershed?”

You looked to the teacher, then back to the lawyer that had asked you the question, then to your parents

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Isekai’d to the Modern World: Brief Intermission (not a chapter)

So with chapter 5 of Isekai’d to the Modern World out, I thought I’d share some thoughts and ideas I’ve had about the series since it’s the fifth continuous chapter of the first official series I’ve ever made. Not something that happened to become a series, not something that just kind of spiraled into a series, but was actually planned from the beginning to be a series.

I’ve been working on ideas for Ace getting a job without any ID or anything. One of these ideas was the OWIC, the Other World’s Isekai Company, but it felt somewhat forced and like a cop-out. So I decided not to do that.

I’m still not sure if Ace will actually go to college after she catches him up on what he needs to know. I might, I might not.

I’ve been trying to make this story to be as readable by anybody from any country as possible, hence why I’ve never mentioned the city, country, etc. of where they are. It’s not easy as I don’t know much about other countries and their housing, shopping, identification, birth certificates, etc. But I’m trying. 

I’m really hoping nobody minds that only like, 2 days have passed even though there’s 5 chapters.

I also hope that nobody minds that Ace can read and learn at a decent speed, I don’t know how other fans see him as far as that kind of stuff goes, but it was easier this way.

Clearly, I see Ace as being bisexual, just my own personal interpretation. He’s still totally going to get with the reader though. 

I have absolutely no plans for how long this will be or when it’ll end. I basically finish a chapter and only have the next chapter planned out, that’s it. 

Possible jobs I’ve considered for Ace are Firefighter (duh) and underground fighter, 

I’ve thought about including other dead characters in it as well, such as Roger, Thatch, Rouge, etc. Not really sure about that either, but if I do do it, it won’t be until much, much later.

Well, that’s all I’ve got for now, I hope those of you who enjoy the series continue to look forward to the updates and I hope to continue updating. As a note, if you want updates to come out faster, make sure I know that you like it by hitting that little heart button, the reblog button, or add a comment!

[theebubblegumbitch]

Flesh is the Law ;) || Eddie Munson x dominant fem!reader

Genre: A fic based off the song Flesh is the Law by Genitorturers! Will probably contain some level of smut-

Summary: Everything goes on as usual in the Hellfire Club, until it's dungeon master catches the eye of a bold new student...

Warnings: reader is 19, sooooo much flirting, dominant female reader dynamic, cursing, allusions to smut but nothing too graphic (at least I don't think so idk i'm doing this before I even write the fic lmaooo)

It started out as a typical day at Hawkins High. Well, if you call the resident metal head "freak" standing on top of tables and yelling typical.

"-a GAME where you toss BALLS into LAUNDRY BASKETS!" the man yelled for what was probably the third time that week. Except this time, someone was yelling back. "HEY DUDE! IF YOU'RE GONNA YELL COULD YOU MAYBE DO IT SOMEWHERE ELSE! SOME PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO LISTEN TO MUSIC AND CAN'T HEAR IT OVER THE SOUND OF YOUR GRATING ASS VOICE!" Eddie Munson had never turned his head so fast, but he was definitely not prepared for what was standing before his eyes. One of the most gorgeous girls he had ever seen, standing on a table two rows down, yelling at him.

"Hey Curly-Q I'm talking to you!" the rather loud girl continued to shout while walking straight towards him. He had definitely never been called that name before, but frankly if you were the one to say it, he would be inclined to put it on his birth certificate. "Helloooo Mr. Space Case! Think you can come back to earth long enough to get down from there!" You were standing directly in front of him now, the realization causing him to snap back to reality. "Wow! Demanding isn't she!" he said to the people lining the table he was now jumping down from.

"Actually I prefer to think of myself as confidently encouraging rather than demanding, but you can think whatever you want about me I guess." You said with your arms crossed giving a slight shrug and not-so-nice glare in his direction. "Well I'm Eddie, Eddie Munson and this-" he said with a dramatic flourish towards the others at the table, all guys you noticed, "-is the Hellfire Club!" he said the name of his so-called club with an excitement and volume that definitely matched what you had seen so far of his personality. Whatever this little club was, you could tell it was important to him. "Interesting, well I'm Y/N and could you please refrain from screaming your head off during lunch from now on? Thanks." You said as you turned heel to go back towards your table. That was before Eddie had stepped in front of you, blocking your path. You were about to push past him when he started talking.

"Hey what's your rush Princess! Come to think of it I haven't seen you around before, have you been here long?" You tried to focus on his question, but your brain kept flashing to that little nickname he gave you. Princess. Typically you would hate the idea of being called that, but something about him saying it, made you feel differently. "Today's my first day which is probably why you haven't seen me before, now please get out of my way, I won't ask twice." You said staring directly at his chest, trying very hard not to look into his eyes, now increasingly aware of how close you were to him. He really was very attractive. "Okay, okay, I'll get out of the lady's way! But first, you have to tell me what song you were listening to. I mean I assume it must be amazing for you to like listening to it enough to not want to hear my absolutely angelic voice!" Wow he sure was sarcastic, frankly it was kind of hot. But you put all thoughts of his sarcasm aside once you remembered what song you were listening to. A small smile crept across your face as you had the idea for a very hot power move. "Flesh is the Law by Genitorturers. Here why don't you listen to it!" You looked directly into his eyes as you placed the headphones connected to your Walkman over his ears, pressing play with a wide grin on your face as you remembered exactly what lyric you had paused it at.

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Eddie Munson had no idea what he was expecting to play through your headphones, but it definitely wasn't this. Upon you pressing play he was greeted with a very metal sounding instrumental. Wow this chick actually has some taste, he thought to himself before being greeted by some incredibly unexpected lyrics. "...join the pussy worship tonighttt..." Eddie could not believe his ears, or his eyes for that matter because upon looking at you and the stupid little shit eating grin on your face, he realized that you knew exactly what lyric was gonna play. Oh this little minx... he was actually starting to get into the music a little bit before you had practically ripped the headphones off of him, quickly pausing the music again. "So what did you think! Was it as amazing as you expected!" Judging by how much the pretty boy in front of you was blushing, the song had definitely shocked him. Which was exactly what you were hoping for. "Oh um it was definitely- something!" You watched as the now flustered Eddie tried to maintain his theatrical personality. Considering his stammering and the lost look in his eyes, he was failing.

You loved the idea of being able to effect men, to have even the strongest and loudest ones practically melting under your grasp. Which is why you chose to lean into Eddie's body enough to be able to whisper in his ear. "I saw the way you blushed when you heard the song Eddie, frankly I wouldn't be surprised if I were to look down and find you hard right now..." You saw him shudder at your last few words, making you want to push him over the edge even more by reaching your hand down just enough to graze his crotch, but before you were able to do so the bell signaling the end of the lunch period rang out. You jumped back so you were a comfortable distance away from the now incredibly turned on man, returning to your previously chipper tone and attitude. "Well I guess we'll have to finish this conversation later Munson! See you tomorrow!" You said as you turned away from him, watching as you both got lost in the wave of people rushing to get to their next classes. He was still standing remarkably still, as if you were Medusa herself and your mere gaze had turned him to stone. Little did you know that the ring-clad man was lost deep in thought, thinking of all the ways he would worship you as the lyrics to that goddamn song flashed through his head.

He let out a string of curses as he rushed to grab his stuff from the table he and his friends had been sitting at, only now realizing that he was definitely going to be late to his next class. Typical day at Hawkins High huh?

Yeah fucking right.

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

St. Agnes (Matt Murdock X Daughter!Reader)

Characters: Matt Murdock X Daughter!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Mention of death of parent

Request: Hi I was wondering if I could request a Matt Murdock teen daughter reader where she ends up at Saint Agnes and Matt didn’t know about her but then he finds out and ends up taking her in and they are really similar but nervous around each other at first but then fluffy bonding happens? Thanks

Matt’s focus was primarily on the braille in front of him as he ran his finger over it as quick as he could process the information. He was quite a bit behind on this case, having put a bit too much time into his… other job, recently. Foggy had been nice enough to transfer all the files for him into braille while he went to get coffee for them both. The silence in the small office was useful in this situation, helping him focus.

His focus was broken at the sudden sound of his phone, and it admittedly made him jump, before he picked it up, answering it and holding it to his ear. “Hello?” He asked. 

“Hello, am I talking to Matt Murdock?” The voice of an elderly woman asked into the phone rather sweetly. His mind immediately jumped to the idea that she was calling about a case, which wasn’t something he was looking forward to- he hated to think what trouble had reached this woman where she had to call him for help. However, after he thought harder, he realised he knew that voice. It was the voice of a nun at the old orphanage he spent many years in. 

“Yes it is, is this the Saint Agnes Orphanage?” He asked in response. 

“That it is, dear. If my memory serves me right, you spent some time with us, though that’s not why I’m calling.” She told him, before divulging into her reason for calling. He listened closely as the nun started to tell him the story that led her to call, and as he listened to her, he remained quiet. 

Foggy arrived back in the office to catch Matt fumbling to put his jacket on. “Hey- where you goin?” He asked. 

“Saint Agnes.” He answered shortly, managing to get his arms in the coat’s sleeves.

“Why what happened?” Foggy asked, putting the coffee down and following Matt out the door. “Matt! What happened?” 

“I…” He stopped in the hallway, pacing erratically, pulling his hair until Foggy physically had to step in, pulling his arms down and stopping him in his tracks. “They called- a girl has been dropped off there last night and her birth certificate has me as the father- I have a kid, foggy, I need to go get her-”

“Okay- okay, come on, I’ll drive you.” Foggy assured, not processing what exactly Matt had told him until he was already driving his friend to the orphanage, though he didn’t make any comment- Matt was already in a state and just wanted to get to the building. Any questions would get answered in due time. 

As soon as Foggy told Matt that they were at the orphanage, he honestly expected Matt to jump out and go and find this kid of his, but he was still. He stared at the glove compartment, his jaw tense. Where Foggy was sat, he could see his friend’s eyes were closed, and he was focussing. “Matt, what do you know about her?” He asked his friend. 

“...Her mom died in an accident, they didn’t say what kind of accident, and she had put me on the birth certificate when our daughter was born… Foggy I think I can hear her from here.” He admitted to his friend, turning to him. “She’s crying.”

“Well… let’s get in there and cheer her up, hey?” Foggy pushed, giving him a little nudge, and it was what Matt needed to get out the car, and walk to the entrance, knocking and waiting only a moment for a nun to answer the door. 

“Hello Mattew, I assume you’re here for Y/N?” She asked. 

“Y-Yes, that’s correct.” He confirmed as Foggy offered his arm for his friend, Matthew taking his elbow to follow the nun into the building. It was a mostly quiet building- it being the weekday and not even lunch time yet, most of the children were away at school at that moment, so it wasn’t long till Foggy was also able to hear the soft cries coming from an approaching room. 

“We decided to let her stay in bed today, she’s very upset about losing her mother, I imagine it’ll do her good to be with you, Matthew.” The nun assured as she stopped outside your room. “When you’re ready.” 

Matt swallowed as he let go of Foggy, feeling the door and finding the door knob, though he realised the rudeness of the situation, and knocked first, waiting a moment after hearing your sobs fall silent, though he could hear you sniffling and the rustling of bedding, and after a moment of little movement, he opened the door, stepping in, and made the decision to shut the door behind him. After hearing the click, he turned. “Y/N?” He asked. He tried to remember the layout of how the bedrooms used to be when he lived here, but he wasn’t sure if it was still like that. 

“...Who are you?” Your voice emerged, scratchy and hoarse from crying and slightly defensive, though he picked up that you were older than he presumed- he thought you were a young child, but now he realised you were close to, or were in your teenage years. He identified your voice as being in front of him, and knowing you were probably still in bed, he felt safe knowing the layout of the room hadn’t changed much from his residence. 

“I’m Matt Murdock, and according to your birth certificate, I’m your father.” He explained, taking a step away from the door, a hand reaching out in preparation as he took several more and felt the bed frame, stopping. He wasn’t sure where on the bed you were, and out of habit he kept his head at a lower angle.

“Are you…” 

“Blind? Yes. I’ve been blind since an incident when I was a kid, so I’m used to it.” He explained, taking his glasses off to show his eyes. He heard the bed creak and the ruffling of the bedsheets and he could sense you were getting closer. 

“What do you do? As a job?” You asked him. Matt smiled for several reasons. One, it seemed his presence and your questions had distracted you from your melancholy, but also you had moved yourself to actually be in his line of sight, right in front of him.

“I’m a lawyer. I actually came here with my partner, he’s called Foggy, we’re the Avocados of Law.” He explained to you, and to his surprise, you actually laugh. 

“I get it! Cause Lawyer in Spanish is Abogado, right?” You asked, and he grinned, chuckling as well, though very quickly the awkward silence returned. Matt felt the cold metal of the bed frame which seemed to have been an upgrade, though he could feel the roughness and unevenness on it’s surface where the paint was chipping and he had to fight the urge to pick at it. “How long have you known about me?” You asked. 

“Pardon?” He asked, surprised by your question.

“How long have you known about me?” You repeated. Matt removed his hands from the railing to feel his watch. 

“I got the call about half an hour ago, I got here as soon as I put the phone down.” He explained to you. “If I had known you existed before I would have come and found you…” He promised. 

“Have you been in a similar situation? Where someone wasn’t there?” You asked. Matt couldn’t help standing up straight at the question, his mind immediately jumping to thinking of his mother. “Sorry-”

“Don’t be. You’re right.” He immediately assured, feeling his way around the side of the bed, and reaching out to feel the bed so he could sit nearby. However, what he wasn’t expecting was the feeling of someone taking his hand, and resting their other on his elbow to guide him to sit down beside you. “Thank you.” 

“No problem.” Matt was able to place your voice right beside him, and as he shuffled to get comfy, he bumped into your body lightly. He looked down, offering a hand, and after a moment, you took it, and he gave it a squeeze. 

“I’ve been in a very similar position. My mom left after I was born and my dad was raising me. He was a boxer. After my accident that left be blind, he was killed. My mom refused to take me in, and I grew up here… I know everything you’re feeling right now, in here.” He explained, placing a hand on his chest. “And I know how lonely it can feel… but I’m here, okay? I’m not gonna leave you in here alone. I’m gonna look after you, okay?” He promised you. After a moment, he felt something on his shoulder, and he quickly realised it was your head, leaning on him. He wrapped his arm around you. “It’ll be awkward at first, but we can have a sit down and get to properly know each other, but we’ll be okay, and I already know you and I are gonna be two peas in a pod.” 

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[serxeinxx]

2:22 a.m ; a drabble ♡

♡︎ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: megumi x fem!reader

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As the clock struck at 00:00, your eyes we're still wide awake. your mind was running miles per hour as you tried to close them in order to sleep but your mind refused to do it. random thoughts started to invade your tired brain.

If Neil Armstrong was the first man who landed on the moon then, who filmed him?

what came first, the orange (fruit) or the color itself from the rainbow?

If the bermuda triangle really did exist, why don't they throw the garbage there?

Where did your old t-shirt go?

Where's your birth certificate?

you got up from the bed. you can't just simply groan and yell since the walls in the school dorms are thin. Slowly, you opened the door and went outside to the nearest vending machine you could go to. you brought your phone with you. Then, you looked around the campus and slid the coin to the machine. you're lucky enough that there's warm milk available on the machine. Otherwise, you would've chosen the coffee and suffered until the sun would shine.

You walked around the field. It was a quiet night for you. Sometimes, you would just lay down on the ground and just feel the coldness behind you. Although, it's not medically recommended to lay on a cold surface. Instead, you were sitting down.

"Can't sleep?"

You spit out the warm milk you drank. "Don't startle me like that fushiguro, you almost gave me a heart attack," you coughed out.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

You gestured to him to sit down with you, and so he did. "No worries, I would've done that too."

Silence afterwards happened, you had no idea what to say. You turned your head to his direction to see him closing his eyes. God, he's breathtaking. 

The moment you realized you said it out loud, he opened his eyes. You shifted your head immediately before meeting your gaze. "I gotta go—"

"Wait."

He held the ends of your coat. He was hesitant at first. "Do you…mean it? What you said i mean,"

"If I say yes, will you let go of my coat?"

"It depends on your answer."

You bite your lower lip in frustration to yourself. You breathe out and turn your head in his direction."it's an honest opinion," he cracked a small smile, it was odd. If the two were here just now, they would've cried already, even gojo will too. "What? What's with that smile? You're being odd."

"Is it that bad?"

"No!– it's just that you never cracked a smile so often around us," you reason. 

"-but i did to you."

You looked away as you felt a funny feeling on your tummy. You groaned loudly, making him confused at your action. "Look, I'll hate myself after this but I umm… I like you..?" Your tone was so unsure but you did it anyways. "Okay you're staring at me,"

Out of all things you could say, a straight up confession was the only one you could think of. You mentally buried yourself as you waited for his comment, will he be mad? Confused? Or might think this as a joke? The possible outcomes mase you consider on drowning your head on the river tomorrow as soon as the day has started. "You can take it as a joke, you know,"

He scracthed his head, "why would I take this as a joke on someone's feelings? That's absurd."

Silence once again occurred. "If i say that i like you too, will you take that as a joke?"

"Yes- wait what?"

The clouds moved as the wind contunued to move leaving the full moon shining on the sky ever so high. The moonlight shone on the both of you, your face wasn't lying when he said that he likes you too. And his eyes were averting to the side, avoiding your gaze. You did an unexpected action that even yourself was surprised. You hugged him.

He slowly hugged back to your cold embrace, with no words to be spoken, it was enough to tell anyone's feelings. By actions.

"I'm getting sleepy…"

"Me too."

You both went to the dorms quietly, its was already 2:22 a.m in the morning and you two had a training to do. "Good night fushiguro."

This time, with no hesitation, "Megumi. Call me megumi," You cracked a smile. "Then call me y/n too, megumi."

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[falcqns]

Aurorra

Pairing: Dad!Henry Cavill x Single Mom!Reader

Summary: Henry meets his daughter for the first time.

Warnings: fluff, slight angst. Dad!Henry

A/N: I don't know why I'm a sucker for these types of stories but I am. Hope you enjoy!

It's been two years and two days exactly since you and Henry had broken up.

It had been one year, one month, and two weeks exactly since you had given birth to his daughter, the daughter he had no idea existed.

It hadn't been a particularly nasty break up or anything, but both of you were hurting. You both wanted the relationship to work out, and when it didn't, you were both too heartbroken to even remain friends.

You had moved away from London not long after the breakup, deciding to live in Manchester, which was closer to your family. When you found out you were pregnant, you had tried to call him, but he had blocked your number. You had no way of contacting him other than through instagram, but he had unfollowed you and you knew your message would get lost in the thousands he received a day if you tried that.

You had no way of contacting his family either. You didn't know what to do. You had told your family, and they were insanely happy for you, even though you were going to be a single mother. When your mom had sat down and told you her and your father would do anything to help and support you through whatever decision you made, you knew the answer.

You were going to be a single mother.

When your daughter Aurorra Enola Cavill was born nine months later, you knew you made the right choice. Being a single mother may not have been what you were planning in life, but holding your blue eyed and brown curly haired baby in your arms for the first time, you knew it was what you were meant to do.

Aurorra had become your little bestie. She was such a well behaved baby. She rarely cried, slept through the night not long after she turned a week old, and was always full of smiles that were clearly from her father. There was never any doubt in your mind that she was Henry's, and every time you looked at her and saw her blue eyes, brown hair, and her cuddly chunky body, it only solidified that fact.

Aurorra had just turned 13 months old, and your job transferred you back to London, so you and Aurorra had just made the big move back.

You had opted to move back to the same neighbourhood both because of the safety of it, and because you knew you'd have a good chance of running into Henry. You had thought about it for months on end, and knew he couldn't be kept in the dark any more.

You had just finished unpacking the last box in the bedroom, when Aurorra woke up from her afternoon nap. You changed her and the two of you headed out to ASDA to get some groceries.

You pulled in the driveway and saw car that looked similar to Henry's BMW, but you didn't think anything of it. You parked and got a less than happy Aurorra out of her carseat and strapped her into the cart before heading on your shopping journey.

You had made it through the fruits and vegetables, and was heading to the freezer section to grab frozen fruit for the growing 13 month old, when you saw a familiar back in the same aisle.

It was Henry. There was no doubt about that. He was wearing a white knitted cardigan, with faded blue jeans, and running shoes. From the top of his cardigan you saw a dark blue t shirt poking out. His hair was slightly messy, but still curly. He was reading the nutrition information on the back of a frozen energy bowl, and you quietly opened the fridge, hoping to grab what you needed from this aisle and escape without him noticing you.

You had gone over seeing him again a million times in your head, and in no way did you plan on it being in the grocery store with other people around.

But, 13 month olds have a mind of their own. At that moment, Aurorra saw a popsicle package with the characters from her favourite show, Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir, and proceeded to squeal and call your attention.

"Mama!" She squealed and pointed a chunky hand at the popsicles. "Bug!" You glanced up and Henry and watched as he did a double take back at you. His eye brow furrowed, but you ignored him, instead turning to your baby.

"Yes, that is Ladybug. Would you like them?" You asked, and she nodded eagerly. You smiled and grabbed them out of the freezer once you noticed they were organic. "Say thank you," You prompted, and she brought the same chunky hand up to her chin and then down flat towards you. It wasn't the most perfect sign, but she was still learning.

You saw Henry walk up to you and had to steel yourself for the coming conversation. "Y/N?" He asked, and you turned around to face him.

"Hi, Henry." You said, placing the popsicles in the cart with the rest of your groceries. He smiled at you, and then glanced at Aurorra. She smiled and cooed at him and he smiled back, and stroked her cheek. "Hows everything," you asked, trying to avoid the question you knew was about to come.

"Everything's good. Kal misses you. Still sleeps with the teddy you got him," He said, his eyes locked on your daughter. You smiled.

"Well, tell him I miss him too. Now, if you'll excuse me, we're running a little late. I have to get home and get her fed." You said, but before you could move the cart Henry asked you the question.

"I-is she mine?" He asked, and you nodded, trying to swallow the lump that had been forming in your throat, to no avail.

"Y-Yes." You stuttered, and seconds later, Henry's arms enveloped you. "I-Im sorry," You whimpered, and Henry shushed you.

"Its okay. Let's not talk about it here. How about I meet you at your place once were both done?" He suggested, and you agreed, before giving him your address.

"Okay. I'll see you there." he said, giving you another hug, and pressing a kiss to the top of Aurorra's hand that had curled around his pointer finger. He stroked her cheek once more, before giving you both a smile, and heading off. He grabbed his cart with groceries, and made his way towards the checkout.

By the time you had finished shopping and made it home, Henry was parked in the driveway. You took a deep breath, and got out, giving him a smile. He returned it, and got out of his car before walking over to help you.

He grabbed the groceries, leaving you to grab Aurorra, who squealed at the sight of Henry. Henry chuckled, and blew her a kiss. He followed the two of you inside. You set Aurorra down, who stumbled on her own feet before stabilizing, her empty bottle in the right hand.

"Go put your baba in the kitchen please," You said, and she babbled to herself as she walked off, ignoring you and Henry.

"She's absolutely adorable," Henry said, and you smiled. "Well, she is your daughter," You said. Henry threw his head back and laughed before following you into the kitchen.

You set the bags down on the ground and turned to put away the ones Henry set on the counter. You two made small talk while putting away the groceries, mainly about work. You heard ruffling behind you but didn't think anything of it, as Aurorra usually liked to help put away the soup cans.

"Mama?" You heard a little voice ask and you turned around to face Aurorra. She was holding the box of popsicles out to you in one hand, while her other hand made a clockwise motion on her chest, signing please.

You smiled and took the box from her.

"After dinner, okay?" You said, and she didn't like that very much. She plopped on her butt and began to cry.

Her arms reached up to where the popsicles were and sobbed her little heart out. Henry's heart melted and scooped her up. "It's okay baby girl," He said, bouncing her. She sniffled, but calmed down and laid her head on his shoulder. He smiled in happiness, and pressed a kiss to her curly head.

He turned to you. "I just realized, I don't know her name," he said, and you smacked your head.

"Shit sorry, I completely forgot to mention that. Her names Aurorra Enola Cavill. I made sure she got your last name, and that you're on the birth certificate." You said, running your hands through her curly hair.

"Enola? Like Enola Holmes?" He asked, as Aurorra cuddled closer, her chunky arms wrapping around his neck. You nodded.

"Yeah. I couldn't think of a middle name for her, and I was watching Enola Holmes just before she was born. It was the scene where Sherlock and Mycroft see Enola on the train platform and you say her name. I knew then it was perfect." You said, and Henry smiled.

"It's a beautiful name," he said, wrapping his free arm around you. The three of you stood there for a few minutes, before Aurorra shook her hands at you, and tried to wiggle out of Henry's arms.

"Ah dun, Mama." She said. Henry pressed a kiss to her chunky cheek, and let her onto the floor. She scurried away seconds later, towards her bedroom.

"Is she okay wandering by herself?" He asked, watching her little body fall to her hands and knees, but get up and brush it off before continuing on her mission.

"Yeah she'll be fine. She's just going to play." You said, and Henry nodded before pulling you into his arms fully.

"I really am sorry I didn't tell you about her. I couldn't contact you or anyone in your family, and I didn't have the energy during my pregnancy or after to make the journey to London. I promise I didn't plan on hiding her forever." You said, and Henry squeezed you even tighter.

"It's okay. I know you'd never do something like that on purpose. You've done an amazing job raising her. I just wish I had witnessed it."

"You'll get to see her grow. You might have missed her start life, but I have everything recorded. Her first breath, her first steps, her first words, all of it. I know it's not the sam-" You said, but were cut off by his lips.

His hand travelled up to cup your face, before he pulled away. "Sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I just- You amaze me, you know that?" He said and you giggled.

"How so?" You questioned.

He rested his forehead on yours before continuing. "You thought to record everything. You made sure she has my last name and that I'm on the birth certificate. You didn't have to do that, but you did. I've missed you so much, and I didn't know just how much until I saw you in ASDA. I never should have left. I never should have blocked you." He said, a tear falling from his blue eyes. "I'm so sorry you had to go through all of that alone. Thats never what I wanted. But, I promise to be the best dad to her, whether we're together or not."

"I know you will be," You said, and pulled Henry in for another kiss.

The groceries were put away a few minutes later and you told Henry to go and play with Aurorra while you cooked, which he happily did.

He walked down the hallway to her bedroom, and smiled lovingly when he saw his daughter sitting on the ground playing with blocks, a stuffed Akita just like Kal secure under her arm. She was babbling to a Mickey Mouse toy that sat in the corner of the room, and was stacking blocks.

Henry began to walk in the room when she stopped babbling let out a sneeze and a sigh. He grabbed a Kleenex from the change table and sat down next to her.

"Hey sweetheart, can I wipe your nose?" Henry asked, seeing the snot coming from her nose due to the sneeze. She looked up at him and giggled, which Henry took as a yes, and he wiped her nose quickly before disposing of it in the garbage can.

She began babbling again, and pushed the Akita stuffy into his hands. "Goggy," She said, and clapped, which made Henry smile.

"It is a doggy. I have a doggy like your stuffy, wanna see?" He asked, and she nodded and clapped.

Henry pulled out his phone and pulled up a picture of Kal. Aurorra stood up and clambered into his lap, which Henry welcomed. When she saw the picture of Kal, she started bouncing and clapping again.

"Goggy! Goggy wun!" She exclaimed when he showed her a video of him running.

"Thats right, he is running. He's really good at it too, believe me." Henry said and put his phone away. Aurorra stood up and reached out her arm for him, opening and closing her fist. Henry stood up, and let her take his big hand in her tiny one, and lead him out of the room, and towards the back door that led to the backyard, babbling the entire way.

"Hold on, honey, we gotta tell Mama we're going outside, okay?" He said and she nodded before running to the kitchen shouting Mama.

Henry watched as she stood in the doorway and babbled before pointing at the door. She held her hand in front of her face and moved it out, closing it into a fist.

"You're going outside?" You asked, and she nodded. Henry saw you bend down and whisper something into her ear with a smile on your face and Aurorra giggle but didn't think much of it, before his little girl was running towards him and squealing.

He scooped her up and carried her out the door. She pointed at the toy box in the corner of the yard and Henry carried her over. He sat her down and opened it, before letting her pick what she wanted to play with. She grabbed a bucket with shovels and molds before running over to the lady bug sandbox and patting the lid. Henry chuckled and pulled the lid off.

"You wanna play in the sand?" He asked, and she nodded before climbing in.

Henry sat down next to her, and a shovel was thrust into his hand seconds later. She had a bright yellow one in her own hand and was digging a hole. Henry followed suit and helped her dig the hole.

A few minutes later she handed Henry a elephant mold.

"Put, Dada." She said, and Henry's breath caught in his throat, the mold falling from his hand.

"Did you say Dada?" He asked her, tears clouding his vision, and he saw her smile and point at the house.

"Mama, say." she said, picking up the elephant mold again.

"Mama told you I'm your Dada?"

She nodded and shook the mold in his face, practically begging him to take it. Henry smiled and pulled her out of the sand box, into his arms.

"I am your Dada, and I promise you I will love you forever." He said, and kissed her cheeks. She giggled before pointing at the sand box and doing grabby hands. Henry chuckled but put her back where she was. He picked up the mold and began to fill it with sand before she got upset.

"I apologize for interrupting your playtime," He said. "Now, lets make some animals."

Later that night, when Aurorra had been fed and put to bed, Henry pressed another kiss to your lips.

"She called me Dada when we were playing outside." He confessed and your eyes lit up.

"Really? I told her before she went out with you that you were her Dada, I wasn't expecting her to say it so soon!" You exclaimed. Henry chuckled, and pulled you into his lap.

"I'm so happy she did. Thank you for giving me her." He said, pressing his lips to yours before you could respond.

[honeypiehotchner]

Don’t You (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- part two of Bye Bye, Baby

I love how this mini-series was totally impromptu but happened so fast. Gotta love my brain!

Loosely based on “Don’t You” by Taylor Swift! xx.

Summary: Aaron wants to talk. Do you?

Warnings: ANGST

Word Count: 2k this time oop

Bye Bye, Baby (Part One) || That’s When (Part Three) || Hotch Masterlist

Hey/I knew I’d run into you somewhere/It’s been a while

The text message from Aaron has sat glaring at you on your phone screen for the past hour.

Hotch (BAU) Sorry for hitting you with my cart earlier.

You don’t know what to make of it. It’s obviously an attempt to start up a conversation after four years, but why? Why, after all this time, does he think this is okay?

It’s 1 a.m. when you call Dannie.

“I would tell you to go to sleep, but I just got in bed, so I can’t talk.”

You chuckle quietly. “Better than me. I’m still on the couch.”

Dannie exhales. “Did Jules stay up late again?”

“No, no, she… She passed out around nine.”

Dannie sighs. “What’s wrong with you?”

“I saw Aaron today,” you blurt, quietly, not wanting to risk Juliet hearing even a whisper of this.

“Aaron?” Dannie asks. “Like...Juliet’s dad, Aaron? That one?”

“Yep,” you mutter, rubbing your forehead. “The one and only.”

“Where?”

“The grocery store,” you say. “Our carts bumped into each other. I wasn’t watching where I was going, so it was definitely my fault, but he texted me a while ago apologizing for it.”

“Woah, he texted you?”

“Unfortunately,” you murmur, hating that you feel tears pricking at your eyes. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Have you texted him back?”

“I don’t know if I want to.”

“I understand,” Dannie sighs. “Maybe just say it’s okay? Leave it short.”

“Yeah,” you nod, sniffling, wiping a tear away. “God, I’ve been fine all evening and it just...hit me when I saw his text.”

“You had to keep it together for Jules,” Dannie reminds you. “What did she say about him?”

“Oh, nothing,” you say. “She really wanted cookies, so she was focused on getting vegetables for dinner so she could have them.”

Dannie laughs. “That sounds like her. Did she eat all her vegetables?”

“Even the broccoli,” you grin. “So she got an extra cookie.”

The two of you laugh lightly, letting the silence settle.

“What do I do if he wants to get to know her?” You break the silence with the one question that’s been on your mind all night. “I mean, he’s a profiler. There’s no way he doesn’t know she’s his.”

“Okay, first of all, she’s yours,” Dannie says firmly. “Second, it’s all up to you. And her. If she wants to get to know him, then ultimately it’s up to you to decide if that’s a good idea and where would be safest for it to happen, if you want it to.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t stress about it tonight,” she says quietly. “Text him back in the morning.”

“Okay.”

“Want to surprise Jules with brunch tomorrow?”

You smile almost immediately. “Of course.”

+++

You wake from a restless sleep to Juliet climbing into bed with you.

“Good morning, munchkin,” you whisper, kissing her forehead. She’s still sleepy and will probably sleep for another hour in your arms, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

As expected, Juliet falls fast asleep with her head on your chest. While she’s snoring softly, you grab your phone and text Dannie about brunch. And that’s when you’re reminded of Aaron’s text.

Quickly, before you can think twice, you reply. It’s okay.

And you move on to text Dannie, letting her know you’re awake and so is Juliet. After making plans to meet for brunch in an hour and a half, you lightly shake Juliet awake.

“Psst, munchkin,” you murmur. “Wanna have brunch with Dannie?”

Juliet pops her head up almost instantly. “Really?”

“Really really,” you nod.

She grins wide and your chest aches for a moment. She’s always had his smile, but you never realized how much it’s his smile until today.

Juliet scrambles off your bed to get dressed, and you take a deep breath before getting up, too.

+++

The entire day passes without a reply from Aaron. You don’t know what to make of it, but you do your best to ignore it.

Thoughts of him keep you awake almost all night, so by the next morning, you’re dying to get your coffee before you walk into work.

You drop Juliet off at daycare, then park your car at work, with somehow enough time to spare to walk to your favorite coffee shop before clocking in.

You spot Aaron as soon as you walk in.

“You better not be following me around,” you mutter as you stand in line behind him.

He spins around, his face softening when he recognizes you. “Hi. I’m not trying to, I promise.”

You nod slowly.

Don’t you/Don’t you smile at me and ask me how I’ve been

“How are you?” He asks hesitantly, hands stuffed in his pockets.

“Good,” you reply. “You?”

“Good,” he pauses. “Busy.”

“Me too.”

The awkward small talk is ended by the line moving forward, putting Aaron at the front. He orders his usual, and steps aside. You order your usual, with a pastry, too, as a sort of condolences gift to yourself for the bullshit you’re enduring.

When you step to the side to wait, Aaron tries again.

“Sorry again for hitting you in the store with my cart,” he says. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

“It’s okay,” you say, keeping your eyes away from his. “In your defense, I wasn’t paying attention either.”

He chuckles quietly and the sound sends a dagger right to your heart.

When his coffee is ready, he grabs it, and you internally beg him to leave without another word. But he doesn’t.

Sometimes I really wish I could hate you/I’ve tried, but that’s just something I can’t do

“This is probably too forward of me, but—”

Your coffee is up.

You step forward to grab it, and damn you, you look at him to ask him to continue.

“Can we talk?” Aaron finishes.

“Right now?” You question, following him to the door. He holds it open for you and you hate that you almost smile. “I have to get to work.”

“Me too,” he says, stopping on the sidewalk with you. “We could get dinner tonight.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Okay,” he nods. “No pressure. Just text me if you want to.”

“Okay,” you exhale shakily. “See you.”

You turn on your heel and nearly sprint down the sidewalk, chest heaving and tears welling in your eyes.

+++

“What do you want to do?” Dannie asks.

You met her for lunch to discuss your encounter with Aaron this morning, and so far you still don’t know what the hell you’re going to do.

“I want to tell him to leave me alone and never come near me again,” you blurt, but then you sigh. “I don’t mean that.”

Dannie smiles sadly. “I know.”

You don’t/You don’t know how much I feel I still love you

“I think I want to talk to him, but...I don’t know, I’m scared. I don’t think I can do a dinner. I’m sick to my stomach just thinking about this and I mean...I hate that I still love him. After all this I can’t even hate him.”

“It’s hard to hate someone you love.”

“Yeah,” you sigh. “Wanna help me text him?”

“Of course.”

After some trial and error, you and Dannie settle on this message.

Hey. I’d like to talk, but not dinner. What about a walk instead?

Aaron replies quickly.

Hotch (BAU) That’s perfect. Where is best?

+++

The park you chose is, regrettably, the one where you and Aaron had your first date.

In your defense, it’s closest and safest. And quiet.

Aaron doesn’t seem to mind the location, though, when he walks toward you. You’re sitting on a park bench, one that must be new because you don’t remember it.

As he gets closer, you see he has two cups of coffee in hand.

“I got your usual,” he says softly. “If you want.”

“Thank you,” you murmur, taking it from him, careful not to let your fingers touch.

Hesitantly, he sits next to you.

The two of you sit in silence for a while. You can’t bring yourself to say anything, and apparently, neither can he.

After too long, though, you break the silence. “Ready to walk?”

“Sure,” he replies, standing with you.

You venture down the trail, grateful that you changed into your sneakers before coming. It takes another few moments before the silence is broken -- by Aaron this time.

“Is she mine?”

You sigh heavily. You should’ve known he’d ask that first.

“Technically, Juliet is mine,” you reply. “But you are the father, if that’s what you’re asking.” You pause. “You’re the only one I was with, so there’s no doubt.”

“I wasn’t worried about that,” he says quietly. You can tell he’s looking at you, but you don’t look at him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I tried,” you admit. “I called three times. I got your voicemail.”

Once: When you decided officially to keep the baby. You were three months pregnant. You had almost thought he picked up when the line clicked, and then you heard his voicemail. You hung up and took a bath instead, phone forgotten in the living room.

Twice: Dannie was beside you. You were seven months then. You had caved and asked if it was a boy or girl. After hearing it was a girl, a part of you desperately wanted to tell Aaron. You remembered him saying he always wanted a baby girl. Your heart still ached from when he broke it, but you wanted to tell him. You got his voicemail.

The third time: You had just given birth. You named her Juliet. You wanted to tell Aaron. You wanted to know if he should be on the birth certificate. You wanted to tell him you had a baby girl. When he didn’t answer, the nurse gave you a sad smile, and left the line blank. Dannie held Juliet for a while so you could cry.

“You never left a message,” he replies, sounding offended.

“Did you really want me to break the news in a voicemail?”

“No,” he shakes his head. “But you could’ve said it was something important. I would’ve returned your call.”

“I called three times,” you remind him. “You’re a fucking profiler, Aaron. You think three calls meant it was unimportant?” You pause, grounding yourself. “I figured you were out on a case. I don’t blame you for that. I understand, I’ve been there. But after calling three times and not getting a single reply, I figured it was useless. I didn’t have the time or energy to worry about it anymore. I had a newborn to take care of.”

He’s silent for a while.

“How is she?”

“She’s fine. She’s with her Godmother. Probably watching Frozen.”

“That’s good.”

You can’t do this anymore. “If that’s all you wanted to ask, then I need to get going. No offense, but I really don’t have the time for small talk.”

“I understand, but…” He stops walking, staring down at his feet before locking eyes with you. “Would you— Would you be willing to give me a second chance?”

Don’t you/Don’t you say that you miss me if you don’t want me again

“Why are you doing this?” You ask, angry tears pricking your eyes. “Why?”

“I’d like to be a part of Juliet’s life. And yours. If you’ll let me.”

“I’ll ask her,” you reply. “But you can be a part of her life without being a part of mine.”

“You know that’s not true,” he says. “You chose this park for a reason today.”

“No, I chose it because it’s close,” you hiss. “Don’t you dare profile me. Don’t you dare.”

“I’m sorry,” he says, and for a second you think he might have tears in his eyes, too. “I’m sorry, you’re right, that was uncalled for.”

“Thank you,” you murmur. “I really do need to go.”

“Can I at least walk you to your car?”

After a moment of thought, you nod. “Sure.”

My heart knows what the truth is/I swore I wouldn’t do this