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“It’s You.” Chapter 15

Masterlist Chapter 14

Pairing: Obi-Wan and F! reader

W/C: 9.2 K

Warnings: physical abuse, teasing, physical violence, threats, verbal abuse, emotional angst. A very intense and potentially triggering chapter.

A/N: yeah.....stuff goes down in this chapter, but the story is getting on so I hope you all enjoy it. Thanks for your patience and your support, it is always appreciated and means everything. let me know if you wanna be added to the tag list via the comments.

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The days since you had seen Obi-Wan in the village had passed by quicker than you could have hoped, though you were not exactly excited at the prospect of seeing him again.

Well…. that's not true. Seeing him again was the only thing that had kept you going, as you had mentally checked out from life. It was everything surrounding your evening with him that you were dreading.

Rena had been even more bossy and cold with you…how that was possible, you weren’t sure, but she was. Every time you walked away you, felt as if she had this lingering gaze that was pinned to your back as if her eyes were embedded in the walls and could see your every move, hear your every thought.

You shut down. Finally braking, you were just going through the motions of the day, doing the chores that were asked of you just enough for her to be satisfied and nothing more. There was no hope in you, no nostalgia for your former life that used to be lived inside the walls of the home that you were now a servant in…more like a slave really….but what did it matter?

Nothing mattered anymore.

Conversations with Luna or short playtime sessions with Angelo that used to bring you such joy and provide a momentary escape seemed frivolous now. Not even the mice could cheer you up with their funny antics, and they noticed.

The years of abuse, mental torture, and constant worry had finally won out.

Which only left you with one question….What now?

As they walked down the attic staircase silently, the summer sun hadn’t even fully risen yet. Instead, little light rays were coloring the sky a light orange as they peaked upwards above the horizon.

You contemplated your options, silently making your way through the house towards the kitchen staircase.

Obi-Wan was going to ask you to return to the palace with him when you saw him tonight like he had done the other two times he saw you. While you had originally intended for the secret meetings between you two to go on much longer, you were now considering saying yes to him.

While you loved the manor and the memories it held, the torment finally became too much. Rena could have it, even though it rightfully wasn't hers. Maybe if you told Obi-Wan he could help you in finding your father's will, as Rena hid or destroyed all but one copy, and no one knew where that copy was; or at least you didn’t know.

Sprinkling some flour onto the kitchen island, you grabbed the bowl of dough you left to rise overnight. Dumping the bowl contents onto the flour-covered surface, you started to mindlessly kneed the dough, as you had hundreds of other mornings.

Going to the Palace with Obi-Wan would be a culture shock.

Stopping momentarily to look at the rising sun….you wondered if you would be an embarrassment to him. Given your parent's slightly elevated status you had etiquette lessons as a child and remembered them….but you owned nothing but rags, had barely any possessions and it had been a long time since you had to use the etiquette lessons that you had learned all those years ago,

“What if he is too embarrassed by me….and the relationship doesn’t work out…”

Surely you would be thrown out of the Palace if you weren’t attached to the heir to the thrown….it’s not like anyone could live there.

Biting your bottom lip as you started shaping the dough into a loaf, you considered the outcomes. At least here you had a roof over your head.

But, if you were thrown out of the Palace, you still weren’t bound to the streets. You had domestic skills, cooking skills, and farming skills, more than most women did.

“I could always become a servant in the Palace….that probably isn’t so bad…and it’s a roof over my head…Or I could a job in the village in one of the shops……There is always Ahsoka, her family has been offering to take me in for years…. although I would make them my last resort, I don’t want to impose on them.”

Shaping the bread, you relaxed a bit as you realized that you weren’t completely destitute if something did happen. It made you oddly grateful, very oddly, that you had gained so many skills, and knowing that if you could survive this….then putting these skills to use in a shop, the Tano family bakery, or as a servant would still be easier than this…

Looking around the room, you found the bread pan. Grabbing it and then heading back to the island, you started sectioning off the rolls and the loaves for baking.

Thinking to the rhythm of your work, you realized how silly that line of thinking was.

“Obi-Wan is not like that….He would never be embarrassed by you….He saw you that day Angleo stole those sausages, you looked every bit the peasant that you will look tonight….the nice clothes for the monastery had been an exception….but he knew all that…and he still wanted to be with you, still asked you to come away with him…Because that is who he is…”

And that was why you loved him…well, that amongst other things. You had probably known him less than a month, seen him 4 or 5 times….but the connection had been instant and mutual….

Still, if things didn’t work out, as it would be a lot, in your opinion, to ask a future king to take on a servant girl and knowing you had options if it did come to that made you feel better about what you might be doing. Having options, in general, was not something you were used to and it felt liberating.

Opening the oven door, and sliding the pans in, you made a mental note of what time it was and when it would be time to take them out.

Next, the mice and Angelo needed their breakfast, and you needed coffee. Cece would probably be along for her breakfast soon, so getting it ready wasn’t a bad idea.

For the mice, you minced up some vegetable scraps, some carrot ends, and pieces of corn, peas, and mushrooms that you had set aside for them. Angelo would get the leftover chicken that had to go at this point and Cece would get a bowl of fish and milk bits.

Putting the three bowls on the counter and the various ingredients needed, you set to work with your mind still racing.

The real question would be how to actually get to Obi-Wan. You had snuck out to the ball and the monastery and the first meeting in the village had been a fortunate accident. But tonight…with the way Rena had been, extra cold and watchful, you felt as if sneaking out was impossible.

She would be expecting that. She had already made it clear that she felt that you were going behind her back and that she would be watching you extra carefully. But did you even care? Really, if you were not planning on coming back and going with Obi-Wan, then did it even make a difference if she knew you were gone or not?

Running away and just slipping into the night without the confrontation would be ideal because the minute you looked at her and told her you were leaving and weren’t sure if you were coming back….well you’d be surprised if she didn’t lock the door behind you and make the choice for you.

You had played by the rules for the past 12 years since you had become a servant….tiptoeing around, making sure that every tiny little thing was to Rena’s liking. Eventually, it turned into just keeping up with her workload and keeping everything running. The abuse, the manipulation, the small remarks…they had never stopped, they were always there…but so was the will to keep going, for the bigger picture.

When the day came that you were able to buy your freedom or the manner from her or find your father's will and assert your birthrights. But now that you had been offered a different way out, an opportunity at a completely different life….that of a Princess….well, you hated to say it but your tolerance for Rena’s horrid behavior had lessened significantly.

It wasn’t about being a Princess….the title was as useless to you as it was to Obi-Wan. It was about living a life with someone who loved you and whom you loved. The two of you, together, would have the opportunity to make changes in the Kingdom that impacted people….to make a difference.

“Maybe we will open a public university where anyone can study….or a food pantry for those who can’t afford food….or we could lower the taxes….there’s so much that this Kingdom could offer its citizens….From the richest to the poorest….there are bridges that need to be repaired, borders that need to be secured…not to mention the rural communities could use more schools and doctor's offices…Was there even a physician training program?”

Chuckling, put the bowl of chicken on the floor in front of your faithful K-9 companion who wasted no time diving right in.

You two would make a good team. He had the political training and the experience of ruling a kingdom…he had the pedagogy for this very task and had been training for this whole life…you on the other hand…well, you certainly had not been training for this…but you considered yourself a member of the community and one who had known the upper classes as a child, and had worked and mingled with its working and lower classes as an adult. You knew the daily stuggles that they faced in their businesses and their personal lives….Yes, you two would make two a great team, rounding out each other's strengths and weaknesses.

Taking a moment to yourself, you stood in the doorway and enjoyed the early sunlight while taking a sip of your coffee; something you did most mornings. Rosita and her chicks slept soundly next to Oswald. From the doorway you could hear Summer neighing…she must have been conversing with the birds.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” You whispered.

But it was. Finally, not only was something good happening but your goals and wishes were coming true. You were potentially getting out of here and away from Rena…tonight. It may not have been in the way you had originally planned but it was only temporary, you would be back. And when you did return, you would have an alley with you…one that they would never see coming.

You should be jumping up and down, excited as can be, but hope and joy still evaded you. Truthfully, you were broken and done but you were equally as much afraid as you were broken. This was a gamble, a solid one, but still a gamble. And if it worked, you’d get more out of life than you ever imagined…..

“So how is going to go wrong?” you muttered.

You knew that you shouldn’t think like that but the realist in you that had been created through the pain and suffering of your past knew better than to get her hopes completely.

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Obi-Wan bobbed back and forth on the balls of his feet as he scanned the floor-to-ceiling bookshelf.

“No, that’s not it.” He muttered to himself as his eyes darted quickly back and forth, furiously scanning the titles printed on the rows of book spines that stared back at him.

Climbing up the ladder that was attached to the bookcase, he pushed off the wall gently allowing the ladder to roll to the end of the massive bookcase.

The palace library was quiet, the only sounds that could be heard were the Prince’s whispers as he muttered to himself and the sound of the ladder rolling back and forth across the stacks.

“AHA!”

His exclamation of joy echoed off the marble flooring and pillars, the large domed cleaning not helping any.

“Good thing no one is in here.” He chuckled to himself.

Grabbing the purple leather-covered book and hugging it to his chest, he slid down the ladder, hitting the floor with an echoing thud.

Chuckling to himself again, he was thankful that no one was in here. He was in too excited and good of a mood to worry about making noise.

Today was the day he got to see her again. He hadn’t stopped thinking of her since that afternoon at the monastery. The way her eyes glowed in the dying sunlight that poured in the windows, how the fabric of her dress hugged her body in all the right ways, her sighs of contentment when she nuzzled herself in the crook of his neck as he embraced her. The sound of her infectious laughter, her endless curiosity and love of the world around her….her endearing sprint.

Yes, hadn’t stopped thinking of many things.

He also hadn’t stopped thinking about she had run off after that other girl had gone through the square shouting like a crazed donkey…shouting her name.

To say that Obi-Wan was gnawing at the bit with curiosity was an understatement. He wanted to respect her privacy and give her the space she had asked for, but something was clearly going on in his personal life, that much he knew of.

She had promised him answers tonight and he was going to do everything in his power to hold her to that promise without forcing her; he would never make her do anything she didn’t want to do. Clearly, she had experienced enough of that in her life. He would never admit it unless she asked but he noticed the tiny shudders, the rapid eye movement, the increased sense of nervousness whenever she talked about her home life, and it broke his heart.

If he ever found out that something underhanded was going on, that she was being ill-treated in any way….well he’d bring the might of the crown on top of whatever poor soul had mistreated her.

Reaching the library doors, he slowly opened them, not wanting to draw any attention to himself. Quietly he pulled the doors to the library gently closed.

The tiniest clicking noise told him that they were securely closed.

“Phew.” He breathed out.

Smiling triumphantly, he tossed his hair back, fixed his cape, and turned to walk down the hall.

“And where might you be tiptoeing off to?”

Obi-Wan came to halt so fast that he skidded to a stop, his leather boots squeaking on the marble floors. He didn’t have to turn around to know whose voice that was, he knew.

He had been expecting this to happen sooner and because it had taken so for him to get caught, he had stopped planning excuses and decoys…figures, just when he let his guard down was when he got caught; just his luck.

Turning, he faced Anakin, who was looking at him expectantly, one hand resting on his long sword that was attached to his belt and rested on his hip. His friend was casually leaning against the wall, half-hidden as if he had been waiting for the Prince.

Obi-Wan coughed, clearing his throat. “Oh, well I’ve just come from the library.”

Arching one eyebrow at his best friend's answer, Anakin wasn’t buying it. “I can see that. You have a book in your hand and I saw you walk out the door. But that doesn’t answer my question, that's where you just came FROM, I asked where you're going NEXT?”

His emphasis on the word “next” showed that he was having more fun with Obi-Wan than Obi-Wan would have preferred.

Obi-Wan looked around for anything that might be a distraction or help him out of this moment, his cerulean blue eyes darting around the room rapidly, but before he could come up with something Anakin started again.

“You’ve been acting weird these past few weeks. First, you called off the search for the mystery Princess after being obsessed with her for weeks on end with no explanation, other than “I’ve moved on,” which is utter nonsense. Then you disappear the other day, without Cody or any of your other guardsman, to which the Prime Minister and Mister Windu had a fit about….a fit that I had to listen to all day…about how irresponsible and dangerous it is….” Anakin’s voice took on a groaning tone.

“Your point Anakin?” The Prince huffed irritatedly.

Anakin pushed himself off the wall and closed the distance between his best friend and himself and took the book from his hand.

“The point is that something going on. You’ve been smiling and humming to yourself, that same silly tune the orchestra played that night at the ball. You don’t even like the balls we throw! You stop to smell roses in the garden….Padme overheard you talking to the moon the other night for crying out loud! Add that to your sneaking out….AND…” Anakin held up the book that he had taken from Obi-Wan, “...You have an astronomy book….YOU HATE ASTRONOMY….Master Yoda used to lecture about it for hours and we’d do everything not to fall asleep….So…all this horse hockey leads me to believe one of two things.”

“And what is that?” Obi-Wan said with all the sass that would do credit to a teenage girl.

“One…that all this pressure has finally gotten to you and you’ve just snapped, leaving me next in line for the thrown…”

“What's your other theory?” Obi-Wan groaned as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

Yes, because he had no other siblings, his father had named Anakin and his wife as the next in line should anything happen to the royal family…and Anakin never let them forget it in all the best and worst ways. They would be the next in line for succession until Obi-Wan married and had children. Only until his children had children would the Duke and Dutchess of Tatooine be out of line for the thrown.

A sly smile crept across the Duke's face. “....I think you found her. Somehow, you found her and you’re not saying anything because she is either not what you expected or it's more complicated. And I think whatever the truth is Cody knows, because how else would you get him to let you leave the palace with an escort….unless you have a date that he would be the awkward third wheel on?”

Looking down at the book in hand, Anakin continued. “Speaking of, what's tonight’s date? Star gazing? Is that why one of the portable telescopes from the astronomy tower was being loaded into the back of a wagon out by the stables? A wagon that Boga was hooked up to?”

Snatching the book from Anakin, Obi-Wan tried not to panic and blush. “Nonsense. I just want to star gaze this evening, a way to unwind… that's all. Who better to trust to take me there than Boga?”

Anakin smiled widely. “Okay, well then allow Padme and I to join you.”

“What?”

He had answered the Duke back so quickly, his mind racing rapidly, desperately thinking about how to get out of this situation.

Anakin allowed his voice to stay light and casual but his expression, his wide shit-eating grin, gave away that he knew he had Obi-Wan cornered.

“Oh yeah, Padme loves the night sky. And you know we should have Rex and Cody come along as well….Maybe some of the other men too, just in case for protection, never know what could happen at night….Oh, maybe Master Yoda would like to join us…He is always going on about how much knowledge and history is…”

Sighing exasperatedly, Obi-Wan gave up. “Oh bugger off Anakin, give it up…..Yes, I found her.”

Anakin clapped his hands together triumphantly, the gloves he wore muffled the sound.

“I KNEW IT!”

“Shhhhh! Not so loud! I don’t want everyone to know!” Obi-Wan hissed, pulling Anakin into a corner behind one of the marble pillars in the hall.

“Why? Is not what you thought?” Anakin asked concerned.

“No, not at all, quite the opposite really. She is as amazing and exquisite as I remember her to be the night at the ball….every bit of what a Princess should be….”

“So what's the problem then? Come on buddy, tick tock tick tock…” Anakin waved his finger back and forth like the hand on a clock to match his words, “The King isn’t getting any younger and the Prime Minister will lay off everyone if you finally announce a wedding. You’ll do the royal court a favor really…and the Senate.”

Obi-Wan looked at Anakin irritatedly. “Really Anakin, don’t you think if it weren't that easy I would have done so? If it was up to me I would have carried her into the Palace, right in the middle of the royal court, and declared her my bride. Then I would have stormed the Senate and done the same thing….but it’s not up to me…it’s up to her. The feelings we share are mutual…but something is holding her back…Up until now, she has been vague but I think her home life is complicated.”

“So she isn’t actually a Princess?” Anakin crossed his arms and leaned against the pillar casually. “Wow, a commoner from the village with that much grace, poise, and charm….Old Palps is gonna have a cow….a Comminer for a Queen…” He mused.

“Hey!” Obi-Wan said sternly. Stepping into Anakin his eyes narrowed. Obi-Wan could tolerate the fun and games at his own expense with good humor and grace. But when it came to her, that was off-limits. “Knock it off, none of that shit. She is to be my wife.” He growled.

Raising his hands in surrender, Anakin backed off. “Hey, take it easy, you know me pal, I could care less about her pedigree and lineage, I come from the biggest backwater kingdom there is; im just a Duke of it, so I of all people get it. What I do care about is her intentions with my best friend and his kingdom…I trust your judgment though, if her intentions are true, which they must be or you wouldn’t be so crazy about her, then to hell with what the Senate, the court, and the Prime Minister say….You have the backing of Padme and I all the way….but you realize this will be an uphill battle, right?”

Running his hands through his hair, the Prince relaxed. “No, I know….I’m just…I’m worried. I am worried about her right now, like I said something is going on in her life that she has been vague about…I’m supposed to find out tonight and I hope she keeps her promise….She hasn’t broken any promises she made yet so that's good….but…I’m also worried about what happens once I get her here, if I ever do….when that day comes…well, your right, the kingdom is going to have a field day.”

“Not everyone is as midevil as the Prime Minister…there are those who are progressive enough to realize that a good person, worthy of being royalty can be born anywhere….You have Padme and I behind you….I know the guards will support you, they love you and are loyal to Cody and your father, and after really what more do you need, if they storm the castle in protest, you’ll have protection.” He chuckled.

“Anakin.” Obi-Wan groaned, closing his eyes.

“Im kidding…Really Obi-Wan loosen up, I’ve never seen you this tense….” He clapped his friend on the shoulder. “But seriously…You know your father will support you. King Bail is a member of the Court and a good friend of your fathers…I know he will support you, Senator Chuchi and Padme would absolutely lead a senate vote approving the Queen…and I’m sure if she is a member of the kingdom, they would support one of their own….If she has as much grace and charm as you say, she may win over any holdouts…and if she doesn't, to hell with the rest. You’ll finally be happy and we will have a Queen again.”

“That “rest” is going to be your buddy Palpatine,” Obi-Wan warned. “You saw him the night of the ball, and he's made his feelings about common folk known more than once.”

“Ahhh, you misunderstand him. The Prime Minister is a really nice guy, I’m telling you, you should get to know him more.”

“I don’t trust him. He’s conniving and you know it Anakin. My father tolerates him because he has to. Even Padme can’t stand him and if you won’t believe me then believe Padme.”

Anakin rolled his eyes. “How can my wife and my best friend be so judgemental?” He joked. “...Don’t sweat it so much Obi-Wan…everything will be alright. When the time comes, I’ll have a talk with him….Palps seems to understand me better.”

“More like manipulating you” Obi-Wan responded silently.

“… if that's what you want to call it fine….Yes, when the time comes, that would be appreciated.” The Prince sighed.

Obi-Wan looked out one of the windows on the opposite wall from where he and Anakin his behind the column. The sun was starting to set.

“I should go.” He whispered.

“Yeah, you don’t keep her waiting…” He teased Obi-Wan as he wiggled his eyebrows up and down. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and choose not to answer him back. As he was turning to leave, he felt Anakin pull him back behind the pillar.

Turning to face the Duke of Tattooine, the lad looked as if he had sobered from his jolly antics.

“Hey….seriously…I hope you get your answers tonight and that things are okay….have a good time tonight, you two deserve it…don’t blow it because I want to meet her…and umm…” Anakin stuttered.

He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck with his gloved hand. As expressive and passionate as Anakin was, sometimes communicating certain feelings were difficult for him. But Obi-Wan didn’t have time for this, hence the raised eyebrow look he gave him, encouraging his friend to just spit it out.

“… I know you are more than capable of taking care of yourself out there…but in case you need anything…take a flare with you from the garrison. I’ll have two of my guards stand watch in the tower, the one that faces the eastern fields…should you need anything, light the flare…the boys and I will be there, I won’t tell anyone you’ve stepped out for the night. But if you need me for anything, I’ll be there..”

Obi-Wan softened. It wasn't like his best friend to be the serious one, the older brother type. Usually, he was the serious one and Anakin was the rebellious rule-breaker whom Obi-Wan always had to bail out of trouble. The role reversal was not only eye-opening but touching, as Obi-Wan was once again reminded that Anakin was more like a brother to him than anyone else.

Exchanging a frim handshake, Obi-Wan gave him a tight nod. “Will do, I’ll go grab one now on my way to the stables…and thank you Anakin…umm…if anyone is looking…”

“...I’ll think of something, Padme and I will draw attention away from your absence one way or another…maybe we’ll react an entire play, just the two of us, or I could give a lute concert…. or something else that will send your father into a fit of laughter and the Prime Minister groaning.”

And just like that, the seriousness was gone. The rebellious, passionate, jokester was back, the mischievous glint flashing in his bright blue eyes.

Obi-Wan gave a hearty laugh. “Oh, I’m almost sad to miss it….” He could imagine the antics his friend and his good-hearted wife would get up to, to help keep his secret.

As the Prince turned and walked away, he stopped and looked back on his shoulder.

“…Thanks Anakin…”

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Books thrown on the floor, dirty plates on the end of the tables, half-drank glasses of water, pillows scattered everywhere, dirty sox left on the couches.

The living room was a mess. The terror twins (you nickname for your stepsisters despite that they weren’t actually twins; it just fit them too well.)

“Ugh, what pigs.” You muttered.

Trace was absent-mindedly stroking Cece behind the ear, the cat lounging on the girl's lap. Both were quiet as Trace looked to be off on another planet.

Raffa was lounging on a fainting couch, she held a piece of parchment paper up over her head, reading whatever was on it, while the rest of the pile sat on her lap. She kept giggling out loud, obnoxiously.

Normally, whatever one did, the other sibling or Rena would encourage the silliness, but surprisingly today, no one felt like playing along.

Trace still wasn’t paying her any attention…which was odd. Usually, the sisters egged each other on or goated each other. But Trace’s expression was still glazed over, as if she was somewhere else mentally, mindlessly petting Cece.

As you cleaned up the room around the girls, Raffa’s terrible and annoying laughter became irritating, clearly, she wanted attention that she was not getting.

Rolling your eyes, your prepared yourself to have intelligence insulted and your strength tested. Your stepmother and stepsisters were immature, dumb, and had the mentality of children, therefore before even speaking you could almost guarantee that whatever Raffa was actually laughing at, was not actually funny at all.

“Okay Raffa, I’ll bite….what is so funny?” Your tone came out in a monotone-sounding fashion, ladened with a sigh.

Finally having an audience, she snorted with laughter for emphasis. “These writings. They are absolutely ghastly!” She squealed.

“Then you must have written them, right?” You wanted to retort back, but you held your composure.

“Well, someone must have thought they were good, or else they wouldn’t have gotten published.”

You sounded the way Trace looked, half-hearted and disinterested as you engaged in the conversation.

“Oh, believe me, they aren’t published. No one would ever look twice at this dribble.” She squealed.

Raffa sat upright, pretended to clear her throat in a dramatic way, and sat forward as if she were about to deliver a climactic line in a play.

“ “Oh Luna…How your silvery light shines over the fields where the night flowers bloom and the fairies play…” Hahaha….how completely droll and foolish. No wonder they’ve never seen the light of day…”

The basket you held in your hand, collecting the dirty laundry and dishes around the room fell to the floor, the china clattering against each other as the basket hit the floor.

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears, and your mouth went dry as shock and rage flowed through you. Your large eyes rounded in astonishment and anger as you took in Raffa’s smug and taunting expression.

Those were your mother's words. She had written that line in one of the stories that you had read the other night before bed.

“...How….How did you get that?” You stuttered.

“Simply really, they were in a drawer I opened, so I took them.”

“You went into my room?!” You shrieked.

Your mind reeled….what if they found the glass shoe under the floorboard...Next to the masquerade mask? Or the sack of coins you had been harboring? Or your parent's other prized possessions?

“No…no…slow down….if she had found something other than moms old stories, she would be waving that around instead.”

“No, servant girl. I went into the attic of my house, which we allow you to occupy.” Raffa snapped back.

Jaw hardening, your eyes narrowed at her. “Give me those papers now.”

She looked back and forth between the paper in her hand and the pile in her lap. “Hhhmmmm…..no…I don’t think so….”

“Raffa!” Your voice was louder than you meant it to be but you weren’t sure if you cared.

The harsh noise caused Trace to jump as if she was suddenly thrust back to reality from wherever she was. Cece, who was also startled, jumped off her lap and hid underneath a chair across the room.

“Aw, what's the matter little servant girl, covered in cinders….Did I hurt your feelings, because I spoke badly about your mummy?” Raffa dangled the papers in front of her as she spoke to you in a mocking baby voice, similar to the one you used to use on Angelo when he was doing something adorable, although this situation was completely different.

“Calm….stay calm, she wants you to pick a fight with her…Negotiate as if you talking to a child.” You told yourself.

Taking a deep breath through your nose and exhaling out of your mouth you tried again.

“Raffa…Those are one of the only things I have left of my parents. They were extremely personal to my mother. Those are her words, her handwriting, her stories….they may be silly to you and that's fine, they are not even good, and that's okay too….but they mean everything to me. I don’t care how you got them, but I want them back. So please…hand them over to me.”

You held out your hand toward her.

Raffa tilted her head as if she were thinking. “Hhhmmm….Nope, sorry. Finders keepers.” She said in a sing-song voice.

Exasperated, you threw your hands up in the air. “Oh come on Raffa, they mean nothing to you. Those were my mother's stories, they are sentimental to me…you didn’t even know her!”

Twisting her expression, she stood up and gathered the papers. “It's a good thing too. They are as pathetic as she was…I’m glad she's dead…what a waste of life.”

Before you even knew what was happening, you crossed the room and did something you couldn’t believe, it was as if you having an out-of-body experience, standing on the side of yourself, watching it all happen in slow motion.

Blind rage had put you on autopilot.

You crossed the room and punched Raffa squarely in the face.

She screamed as she flew backward over the fainting couch, feet going over her head as she tumbled over the chair.

“I WILL PUNCH YOUR TEETH IN!!” You shouted as you ran around to the other side of the fainting couch.

But Raffa was quick. Before you made it fully around she was up on her feet. You caught her by her thick brown, curly hair, causing her to scream even louder as you pulled her towards you by the hair.

In an attempt to free herself, she kicked you in the shin, causing you to fall one way and her another. All you had in your hands was her hair clip.

Jumping to your feet, you grasped the hair clip so tightly, that you were surprised it didn’t break.

Raffa ran away from you screaming all over the room. Eventually running in a circle, she made it back to the fainting couch and grabbed the stack of papers that were the rest of the story.

Pivoting she held her hand that was filled with papers over the fireplace.

“GET AWAY FROM ME, DON’T TOUCH ME!” Raffa screamed at the same time that you had cried “NO!”

“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF ALL THIS NOISE!? ARE WE BARBARIANS OR ANIMALS IN A ZOO?!”

Rena screeched as she entered the room, looking irritated and confused.

“Y/N PUNCHED ME!” Raffa yelled, her eyes narrowing on you.

“YOU WENT THROUGH MY PERSONAL THINGS! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO MY MOTHER'S STORIES!”

Understanding washed over Rena as something flickered in her eyes, her expression changing. “Well….what is that you have in your hand?” She said casually, pointing to the hair clip.

Indignation and defiance flashed across your face. “OH, THIS!” You yelled as you held up the hair clip. “THIS IS RAFFA'S HAIR CLIP, I PULLED IT OUT FROM HER HAIR WHEN SHE SAID MY MOTHER WAS PATHETIC AND A WASTE OF LIFE.”

Rena sauntered into the space that was in between you and Raffa.

“Well, that doesn’t make it right to take out your anger on someone else through violent and physical means….” She said in a mockingly innocent voice.

If you were a volcano, you would have exploded. But before you could say anything, Rena thankful spoke again.

“Let us try this again, Raffa’s hair clip for your mother's stories….We will make an exchange like civilized people…” Turning to you her expression darkened, “though it won’t save you from the consequences of your actions.”

A thousand different replies flashed through your mind, all snarkier and more defiant than the last…but you closed your eyes, it was pointless. “Whatever.” You mumbled.

Handing out the clip towards Raffa, you took a half step closer to her, lessening the distance.

An evil smile twisted on the young girl's face and without hesitation, she threw your mother's writings into the fire.

You lunged forward toward the fire, screaming, but you were caught, something harsh against your stomach, and pushed back into the wall.

Focusing on the face in front of you, Rena sneered. “Who do you think you are?! To put a hand on my daughter like that?”

And with that, she slapped you across the face, causing your head to bang into the wall.

Stunned. You were completely stunned. In all the years you had known her, in all the tense conversations and arguments you two had engaged in, she had never gotten physical with you.

Grabbing your jaw forcefully so that her fingers dug into your skin, she titled your head up, forcing you to look at her. In her aggressive actions, the side and back of your head once again banged into the wall as she towered of you.

“Now you listen to me, you wretched little girl. I want you to apologize to Raffa for your behavior, give her back her hairclip, and then I want you to go to your room and I don’t want to see you until you serve us breakfast tomorrow morning…you good for nothing brat….From now on you will do well to remember your palace in this house, that you are a servant girl, and you should be thankful for the generosity I have shown you over the years and that I keep you on when you are worthless trash…an embarrassment…especially after this…My daughters have a right to everything and everyone inside this house. One more slip up and I mean one more….And I will sell you to a family so far away that you will never see this house or your precious mutt, or that stupid horse ever again…”

Shoving you into the wall, your ribs hit a table that you were pushed into.

You stifled the “ow!” that sounded in your mind from the pain of her slap, your ribs hitting the table, and your head making contact with the wall.

Rena stood up straight, turned on her heel, and walked toward her daughter.

Your head hung low, it spun and ached as if it were thrown into a vice….well, close enough as you had been thrown into a wall twice. Your jaw was stiff and your ribs were sore. There were going to be lots of bruises tomorrow. Raffa would be sporting a black eye. Years of hard labor had given you one heck of a right hook, and you hadn't punched her lightly.

Bile rose up in the back of your throat as you thought about apologizing to Raffa. You weren’t sure if you could even choke on the words to get them out.

“No.” You croaked, still half dazed on the floor.

Rena stopped abruptly. Turning quickly back around to face you, she arched an eyebrow. “What did you say?”

Her tone was icy cold.

You staggered up, forcing yourself to stand upright and hold your head up high.

“I said, no, I will not be apologizing to Raffa. She went into my room, in MY attic, in MY house, the house MY father left, not YOU, Me. She went snooping through MY things and took something that did not belong to her and then she destroyed it while insulting MY mother….so no, I will not be apologizing.”

Shock washed over the three other women. Trace’s shock quickly turned to sadness as she took in your state and the situation. She cast a sorrowful look at you and an uneasy one at her mother. Raffa still had that dumb, bewildered look on her face, as if you had the nerve to insult her. But Rena, her expression was quickly turning into one to match yours, one filled with anger.

“How da…” But you didn’t give her any time to finish her sentence.

“I want you out of here Rena. It is time for you and your two obnoxious daughters to leave…I am throwing you out.”

She snickered. “You can’t throw me out, I am ….’

“My legal guardian….yeah well that ended a long time ago Rena, I’m not a child anymore….the manner, the financial estate, the grounds, the animals….everything, its all rightfully MINE and you KNOW it…I’ve let you bully me and abuse me for years while I worked hard to keep this manner running because some foolish part of me thought that one day, just one day it would be enough for you. That I would do enough and get something right and you accept me. And we could be the stepfamily my father meant us to be….but what he was wrong and what he saw in you I will never know.”

Tears now streamed down your face as spoke.

“...Because YOU are the wretched and vile one, and for those reasons I want you and your daughters gone. Towards the end, the last few years or so, I didn’t work hard for you…I did it for my parents, because of the love I have for them, the memories they left me with, and their hard work and sacrifice….I haven’t worked for your approval in a long time….But now, it's over. I want you out of my house and out of my life.”

Rena’s lip curled in rage. “Prove it. Prove to me that you are your father's daughter and that this house is really yours. I’ve been telling the people in the village that you left years ago…gone…hidden away on some luxury estate in the Kingdom of Corellia….gambling and drinking your sorrows away, along with your parent's money….That no one ever calls or sees you….that you want nothing to do with us…and that the ragged servant girl in my house is some street urchin I took in out of the kindness of my heart.”

Slowly walking towards you, her tone because menacingly playful. “And people so easily, believe me, fools. I told them that the wretched urchin who is my household servant is someone whom I found on the streets one day, begging for food and shelter and that I so graciously took her in….all traces of you and your stupid parents are gone….and you have no deeds, no land titles, no wills, and no paperwork….you have nothing….because you are nothing.”

Without skipping a beat you fired back at her. “Then I am leaving, but make no mistake I am coming back tomorrow. And when I do return, I will return with a force of power that will send you crumbling to your knees, begging me to show you the same mercy you claim to show me….If I were you, I would start packing now.”

She scoffed. “And what power do you think you could conjure up? Where will you run to? The baker's daughter? Hmmm? That poor little insignificant family? You think they can help you, that they scare me?”

A genuine smile formed on your face. “Oh, Ahsoka will be with me, she's eager to give you a piece of her mind, and she has been waiting a long time to do so… But no, I wouldn’t laugh too loudly before tomorrow is over….Now, I am going to MY room to get some things and then I am taking MY dog and My horse…and I am leaving….If you get in my way or attack me….I won’t hold back.”

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Tears blurred your vision as you ran up the winding staircase of the attic. Bursting into your bedroom, you all but plowed into your dresser, pushing it out of the way. Dropping to the floor, you ripped the loose floorboard off. You pulled out the masquerade mask from that night of the ball, the tiny box that held your mother's hair ribbons, the shoe made of glass, your father's cufflinks, as well as his two geography and culture books.

Grabbing the bed sheet and pillow case off of your bed, you took one good pair of shoes and your decent dress, from the dresser. In the pillowcase wrapped the items you had taken from under the floorboard, as well as the change of clothes, and then for extra protection, you wrapped them in the bed sheet and stuffed the bundled-up roll into the pillowcase.

Throwing the window open, you sniffled, practically doubling over the ledge. The gentle breeze stung your tear-stained face, but the fresh air felt relieving. The bluebirds who slept on your windowsill had been startled by the sudden commotion. Flying up in the air, they took in your sorry state.

Sniffling, you looked up at them.

“You’re free to leave. I am not staying here. I will leave the window open, but you are better off not bothering with this place. You are more than welcome to follow me, but I can not stay here any longer and I do not know where I am going.”

The birds tweeted at you and flew around, chirping at you and one another. After a moment, they flew down towards the barn where Summer was.

Behind you, the mice could be heard.

Lira was squeaking frantically, jumping up and down as she stood on your bedpost.

Wiping your eyes, you knelt down so that you were at eye level with her. “Yes it’s true, I am leaving. Lira, go find the others and tell them the same thing I told the bluebirds. I am taking Angelo and Summer and I am leaving. I’ll come back soon, but only to throw Rena out. You and the others don’t have to follow me but I can’t guarantee you safety anymore if you stay here.”

Lira moved and squeaked so frantically that you were surprised you could understand her. Blinking rapidly, you exhaled. “Well thank you…You are always welcome where I am. Find the others and meet me in the kitchen. Wake Angelo up too. And Hurry!”

The little white mouse darted down the bedpost, across the room, and through a tiny hole in the wall as if she had been zapped by lightning.

You threw in your hairbrush, the book Obi-Wan had given you, and some other personal things before taking one last look around. This was it….You had finally broken. You were leaving.

“No.” You whispered, wiping your eyes and steadying your breath. “This is not the end. This is my house. They can think they’ve had the last laugh, but I will be back…I have to come back, if not for me….” You looked at the portrait of your parents that you had hidden amongst the pile of “stuff” that Rena had thrown out after your father died. “...then for them…”

Forcing yourself, you made a promise right then and there. You were definitely coming back, nothing was going to keep you away. This was not goodbye, it would not end this way. You would personally see to that even if you had to make it your personal vendetta.

Slinging the makeshift sack over your shoulder, you headed down the stairs.

You took the staircases as fast as you could, descending quicker and quicker with every step.

Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself when you hit the main floor of the house. You’d have to cross the house, and most likely your step family, to get to the servant's staircase that led to the kitchen where Angelo was.

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath.

Standing straight up, you muttered, “just do it.”

Unfortunately for you, you hadn’t even made it halfway through the main part of the house, just crossing the living room where all the commotion had happened, you heard Rena’s shrill cry.

“AND WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING!?!”

Rolling your eyes, you stopped in the doorway and faced her.

As she looked at you, you noticed she flinched. Had she noticed the fire in your eyes, the unmistakable rage? Did that allow the fact that you were done with her to sink in? Whether or not it did, it emboldened you and gave you the confidence you needed.

Stepping into the room and puffing out your chest, you fiercely eyed her. “You don’t get it, do you? I. am. Done. I am leaving, and when I return, it will be with a team of authorities and a pile of legal documentation that certifies MY claim to MY house…..I wasn’t kidding. I want you out. If you were smart, you and your daughters would leave before I return and save me the trouble….but if not, have it your way.”

Her eyes narrowed on you. “You ungrateful…”

“UNGRATEFUL!?!” You shrieked. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I HAVE DONE EVERYTHING YOU HAVE EVER WANTED ME TO! I HAVE COMPLETED EVERY REQUEST AND FULFILLED EVERY ORDER AND IT WAS NEVER ENOUGH! YOU ARE SUCH A WRETCHED CREATURE RENA, YOU ARE HEARTLESS, MANIPULATIVE, AND CRUEL AND YOU’VE DONE A FANTASTIC JOB OF MAKING SURE YOUR DAUGHTERS INHERITED THOSE TRAITS. HOW, HOW MY FATHER COULD CHOOSE YOU AFTER HAVING THE AMAZING, TALENTED, AND KIND WOMAN MY MOTHER WAS….I DON’T KNOW WHAT HE WAS THINKING. BUT THIS ENDS NOW. GOODBYE RENA, NEXT TIME WE MEET, WE WILL NOT MEET AS FRIENDS!”

And with that, you turned and stormed out of the room without looking back.

But Rena was up, out of her chair, and chasing you down the hallway, screaming at you. You weren’t even listening. She was saying nonsense as usual, threats, insults…the usual. The increased sound of footsteps told you that Trace and Raffa had followed.

As you descended the servant staircase into the kitchen, it sounded like you had a hoard of people following you instead of three.

Startled at the sudden commotion and noise, Angelo started barking.

“...AND TELL THAT TO SHUT UP!”

Stopping at the bottom of the staircase, you abruptly turned around to find Rena right behind you. Looking up into her eyes, you were nose to nose with her.

“Don’t you ever tell MY dog to shut up ever again, understand? This is his house more than it will ever be yours, a dog has more rights than you do here.”

She just narrowed her eyes at you.

From behind her, further up the staircase, Raffa was yelling. “How dare you talk to my mother that way…this is our house too…”

“Oh shut up Raffa, clearly you haven't been listening or you are too dumb to comprehend the situation.” You called over your shoulder as you were stuffing some rations, cheese, bread, and sausages for Angelo, into a bag that you could sling over your shoulder.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the four little mice hovering in a hole in the wall, the one that the broom sat next to. You conveniently placed the makeshift sack on the floor, if they wanted to come with you, you knew they would know enough to hop in the sack quickly.

To your joy and amusement, you saw the four little friends hurriedly and stealthy dart across the floor and one by one-hopped into the sack….Well, at least you’d have your friends.

“You know you little brat, I am the…” Raffa started on you but she couldn’t finish the sentence.

“Shut up Raffa!” Rena shouted at her daughter, but she never took her eyes off of you.

Raffa’s mouth hung open in amazement. Turning to stuff the bag, you hid your amusement as you stifled your laughter. Surprisingly, Trace had kept quiet. Something must have been wrong with her today because she had stayed quiet through this whole thing.

“Wanna go somewhere sweet boy?!” Looking up at him, you exclaimed in a voice that you knew would get Angelo excited.

Standing, the hound barked excitedly at you and wagged his tail.

“Good boy! Come on let’s go get Summer, come on!”

“That horse belongs…”

“Belonged to my father.” You said coldly to Rena before she could finish her statement.

Stepping off the staircase, she rushed towards and grabbed the arm that had been slinging the bag of rations over your shoulder.

“Just think about what you are doing!” She hissed. “If you put your stuff down now and get back to your chores like the insignificant little servant girl you are, I will forget all this insolence.”

“Ha!” You laughed in her face. “Think about what I’m doing? Oh, Rena….I’ve thought about this for a long time.”

You yanked your arm out of your grip, not letting the whine out from the harsh way she squeezing you.

Patting your thigh, for the dog to follow you, the two of you scurried out the door.

Not looking back to quickly powerwalked to the barn. You threw the door open so forcefully, but unintentionally that you startled the large, dapple-gray horse.

“Shhh…ssshh…Sorry girl.”

Standing on a stool, you jumped on her bare back. This wasn’t your favorite way to ride, but you didn’t feel comfortable taking the time to saddle her up in the current situation. Checking that your sack and the bag were secure around you, and the mice were comfortable, you nudged the horse forward.

“Let’s go girl.” You murmured as the horse trotted out of the barn.

“Come on Angelo!”

The dog easily caught up with the horse as you rode around to the front of the manner.

Stopping one last time, you stopped to take everything in. The sun bathed the whole manner in a warm glow and it made you great ache for better days.

The main doors to the entrance flew open and your stepmother and stepsisters stood menacingly in the doorway.

Rena didn’t say a word as she just eyed you intensely. You weren’t going to miss that stare, those sinister, glowing emerald eyes that filled your nightmares since you were a child.

Squaring your shoulders, you nudged Summer forward, up the drive towards the front gate. At your side, Angelo followed you and the birds flew overhead.

“MOTHER!” Raffa shrieked. “HOW DARE YOU LET HER DO THIS! TREAT US THIS WAY! DOES SHE HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT SHE HAS DONE!”

But not even Raffa could see Rena’s expression, it was oddly calm….and sinister. Her eyes narrowed as she watched you ride off the property.

“Oh…no she doesn’t….no matter….she wants to play games…She must have a friend in a high place…something has to have changed to have caused this recent behavior…well…no matter…I’ve got friends in high places too…”

@nanagoswife @transcending-time @janebby @sillynilly27 @thewhitedannimal @kirstenvldfan21 @the-clones-and-me @fandomtrashwhore

#Obi-Wan Kenobi #obi wan kenobi #obi wan #obi #obi-wan #obi wan fanfiction #obi wan kenobi x reader #Obi-wan Kenobi X Reader #obi-wan kenobi fanfic #obi-wan X reader

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noisesfrombeyondtheuniverse · 3 years

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Man I wish it was possible to search tumblr blogs cause I just remembered that a couple years back I made a rant post linking "permanently deaged" fics to suicide idealization and I want to to look that over while I'm not having a small breakdown. Seems like it be interesting.

#Know I just read all the endings of deaged fics #Miss me with that they were so traumatized and unhappy that it's better that we dont fix them plot #Accidentally read two fics back to back that went like that #I'm here for that they are too young to effectively mask their trauma shiz #I will show u how u should have been treated and hope u internalize it before ur old again n ur walls r back up kinda stuff #I like physically and mentally and child but w all there memories stuff #If they start out with their memories but they start fading that is a red flag that the author is gonna slowly kill this character #Instead of heal them #But idk I also dont read amnesia fics unless they have temporary amnesia tag so I guess I'm sensitive about that sorta thing #It's about the forced vulnerability offset by a sense of safety #It's about ur loved ones seeing u w ur walls down for the first time and immediately going Is anyone gonna protect that #And not waiting for an answer #Deaged fic #Maybe with a clear tag this wont vanish into the void

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missunderstood-with-ideas · 2 years

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Going on mini rant about MoonKnight

How DID is portrayed in the show: (disclaimer not in system but everything I list is from my DID friends and their complaints copied and pasted with a few comments from me)

SWITCHING IS NOT INSTANTANEOUS switching take from average 3min to days sometimes months to switch fully the exception is like a trigger switch which forces an alter to the front when another alter cannot deal with the situation even then it takes a bit. So Marc and Steven fighting over the body and switching every 3 seconds is fucken hard and a little unrealistic but technically can count as trigger switch cuz Steven is ov not able to deal w that Situation. And many systems has told me that full switching like Steven and Marc do is hard af and depending on the system a gatekeeper needs to help especially when both are fully awake and fighting for control.

Fighting for control, if an alter really want to be front the alter in-front will feel it like migraines and headaches stuff like that and I’ve been told blocking an alter from fronting takes effort and is kinda hard so either Marc isn’t really trying to front or Steven after 4 days of learning he’s in a system has enough mental capacity to block Marc and do all that dangerous shit in the Tomb.

Dissociation: eh they show it but it’s not just blacking out and having another alter just be ready to step up and take control w no consequence. Migraines. Derealization. Confusion. Alters can feel like they combined w each other and have to “detangle” from each other, losing time, losing or feeling detached from ur 5 senses etc it’s different w every system. But it’s not like rolling eyes back and boom switched

Coconsciousness: it seems that Marc and Steven are co hosts and coconscious a lot which fair. But also I know it’s for the audience but no systems cannot talk to each other in mirrors. They can “see” each other in the inner world if their inner world works that way. Most of the time systems talk through notes/journals/talking out loud/thoughts they cannot see each other. In ep 4 it is common/possible for alters to take control of a part of the body even thought they are not fronting

How it’s portrayed in fanfics: guys I know you love the show but plz be aware that DID is a real thing so you should not be “taking creative liberties” and making up random shit with no reason behind it and then saying this happens in real life. (The body doesn’t not change physical characteristics when someone switches author tho tons of systems wish it did) This is a real mental health issue that affects real people ALL ALTERS R REAL PEOPLE IT DOESNT MATTER IF THEY SHARE A BODY THAT ARE REAL PEOPLE!! If you are going to write a fic then a little research is the least you can do.

Selfcest: No this is insulting. All alters are different people just because they share a body doesn’t mean they are the same person. It’s not Marc/Marc it’s Marc/Steven because they are 2 distinct people who just happen to share the same body. Tagging it as selfcest is insensitive and rude. Basically think of DID as different people all shoved together into one body and told to keep the body alive (respectfully simplified)

There is no “original”: I’ve seen a few fics and I myself asked this question to my friend system but just like the point above it’s just different people shoved together in the same body. An alter may take the name the body was named but DID happens under extreme childhood trama and to protect the mind it “fractures” and created the alters. Many times the child hood memories disperse to different alters. Their is no OG there is just them. So claiming that Marc is the OG and missed having an empty head and regretted creating Steven and Jake is just mean and insensitive. Marc is the host “ alter who fronts very often” not the OG. If the body was named Marc Spector, then Marc took the name of the body to use for himself.

Relationships: again just cuz they share the same body doesn’t mean that they are the same people. I see a lot of poly stuff and thats cool I totally support it!! But dating someone with DID is hard it takes a ton of communication with the alters and the S/O. Like Marc is jealous and upset that Steven kissed Layla and she reciprocated? Yea, why? because Layla was/is Marc’s wife! Steven wasn’t in the picture at the time. To Marc it feels like Layla is cheating on him and that shit hurts, especially since he’s right there. If Layla and Steven and Marc is going to happen a long conversation needs to happen. The fics where reader/og character dates one alter and then a different alter fronts and they have smex or date w/o a long talk w the alter they are/were dating is cheating. Don’t matter if they are in the same body. It’s cheating. Just like a poly relationship you need to communicate to your partner and the intended other what you want, or guess what? It’s cheating.

Tell me if anything is wrong or inaccurate again I’m not in a system there are just complaints and vents from my system friends.

#moon knight 2022 #moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #layla el faouly #jake lockley #DID #dissociative identity disorder #alters #did in media #switching

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hotchgan · 3 years

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You should hate yourself

Summery: Aaron gets kidnapped by his therapist.

Taglist: @ellyhotchner @unionjackpillow @eleanorbloom

Warnings: kidnapping, torture, mentions of anxiety attack and addiction, implied/reference child abuse, hospitals, mentions of scuicide

Aaron had been feeling so much better. He has been talking about his trauma to his therapist. At first he was hesitant to tell all of his deepest secrets but he tried. It was hard for him to be so vulnerable around someone but it was slowly lifting so much weight off his shoulder. She has been helping him so much ...

And now she is pointing a gun towards him.

"Come on... spill all of your dirty secrets"

Aaron stares at her in disbelief. How could he have not seen this coming? She knows more things about him than anyone alive. This was all his fault.

"Oh Aaron ... I didn't think I would need to punish you this early. But I guess I should since you're not listening to me"

Aaron can see two men with ski masks. One of grabs his neck from behind the chair he is sitting on. The other guy picks up a bat. Aaron winces as he feels the bat hit him in the stomach. Tears threatening to spill and his stomach getting repeatedly hit. Each hit hurled more and he used more force.

"Alright that's enough. I think he got the message"

The two men let go off him. Aaron slumps down on his chair. He finally breathes normally but he can feel his tears rolling down his cheek. Aaron could see the camera recording him. He just wonders who is watching him.

Morgan can't bare to see his boss like this. They both hadn't always seen eye to eye but they both were there for each other. Hotch had helped him with Buford and any other case that got to him. And now the man he respected the most is getting beat up.

Emily looks down at the ground but she can still hear his chocked sobs from the screen. Her eyes shimmer with tears threatening to spill. She looks at JJ. She wants JJ to hug her and say everything is going to be ok.

JJ looks at Emily. They both share a stolen glance. They both are thinking the same thing. Hotch was the first to now about their relationship. He supported them immediately. He also made sure to give JJ all the time she needs with her divorce with Will. Hotch doesn't deserves this.

Reid looks at the ground. He was like a father to him. The only father who hasn't left him. He knew him personally. Hotch knew how to help him through his anxiety attacks. Hotch had even helped him through his addiction. He even considered him as a son. Spencer can feel tears spilling from his eyes.

Rossi can feel his eye's fill with fury. Hotch is like a son to him and seeing someone hurt him like that angers him. They need to catch whoever is doing this to him and fast.

"Garcia", Rossi says still processing what he had just saw.

"Y-yes sir?" Penelope says holding back her tears.

"Have you tried tracking the video's location?" Rossi asks. He needs some good new right now.

"I- no", Garcia says sadly.

"Damn it Garcia! Can't you even do your job? Hotch could die any minute now!" Rossi yells at Garcia. At this point she can't control her tears.

"Rossi! She's doing everything she can", Morgan says to Rossi.

He sighs and rubs his eyes.

"You're right, I'm sorry Penelope. Is there anything we now about this lady?" Rossi asks.

"W-well she obviously knows Hotch so she could work with the FBI", Garcia says as she wipes the tears from her face.

"Ok, starts there. Look for anyone in the FBI who has a connection to Hotch", Rossi says. He looks back at the screen. His eyes widens in fear when he realizes what they’re about to do.

Aaron watches as the two men tries to unravel a bunch of wires. He doesn’t know what they’re doing. Are they going to strangle him? No, that would be a quick death and he knows that isn’t what she’s trying to do. The two men start sticking wires on Aaron’s chest. Suddenly it clicks to him. They’re going to shock him.

“It looks like you realize what I’m going to do”

“I- god why are you doing this?” Aaron asks.

“Well where’s the fun in this if I tell you. You see I’m not just going to physically torture you, I’m going to mentally torture. By exposing you and making you vulnerable to your team. I’m going to destroy you”

“I-“, before Aaron can say anything he feels a shock going through his heart. His heart starts racing and he can feel himself shaking. When it finally stops, he looks to see her holding a remote.

"Oh that's just level one, wait till you see level 5", she sneers.

Aaron looks at her with fear. He just hopes his team can make it in time.

The team look at the screen in horror. If she shocks him too long then he could die. They all stand there in silence before Rossi clears his throat.

"Have you found anything yet?" Rossi asks impatiently.

"No sir, a lot of these things are so secure I can't even hack into it", Garcia says as she looks at her computer.

"There's got to be something we have to do", Morgan says.

"Well who do you think would do something like this to Hotch?" Emily asks.

"That would be almost every unsub Hotch has caught", Reid says.

"Ok well we know she has some sort of connection to Hotch but maybe ...", JJ says before her eyes lighten up.

"Hey Rossi, remember that guy who's brother you put in jail?" JJ asks.

“The one where Reid said those stuff about evil twin and eviler twin?” Rossi asks recalling that memory.

“You think that she is related to an unsub Hotch caught?” Morgan asks.

“But Hotch has arrested so many people so it’s going to be hard narrowing it down,” Reid says.

“Ok Garcia, start by looking at any unsubs who have sisters with blonde hair and see where they’re at now”, Rossi says to Garcia.

“There is a lot of unsubs with sisters but I’ll try narrowing it down”, Garcia says as she begins typing on her laptop.

“What is she doing?” Reid asks making everyone look at the screen. They see her showing pictures but they can’t see what’s on there.

“Look at that, isn’t that your sweet, perfect family”

Aaron looks at the picture in shame. He can see his mother holding Sean when he was a baby and his father placing a hand on Aaron’s shoulder. It was all fake. They weren’t the perfect family and she knows that.

“Come on .. tell your team what was actually going on in your family”

The team looks at each other confused. Aaron never really talked about his family but soon they’re going to know why.

“He- my father abused me”, Aaron says quietly. She smiles wickedly.

“And what did he call you”

“He said I was weak and pathetic”, Aaron says recalling the time where his father would say that.

“Well he was right, wasn’t he?”

After Aaron didn’t say anything, she pushed a button sending shock waves throughout his body. Aaron yells in pain.

“Ok- yes yes he was right”, Aaron says with tears streaming down his face.

“That’s right and what did your team call you?”

Rossi looks at his team confused. What did they call him? He can see the guilty looks at all of there faces. Even Garcia looks at the ground in shame.

“What is she talking about?” Rossi asks. The rest of the team look at each other wondering who should say first.

“Well when Reid was kidnapped he had to call Hotch a narcissist to get his attention”, Morgan starts saying.

“And?” Rossi asks. He could tell there’s more.

“Well then he asked what was his worst quality and we all said something”, Morgan says in shame.

“Oh god, what did you say?” Rossi asks.

“I- well JJ called him a bully, I said he was a drill sergeant and Emily said he doesn’t trust women as much as men”, Morgan says finally.

“No no no no”, Rossi chants.

“I- well it was a long time ago, it’s not like he remembers or anything”, Emily says in their defense.

“These kind of things gets to Hotch and now she is going to use them against him”, Rossi says as he looks back at the screen.

“Th-they didn’t mean it”, Aaron says trying to defend his team. He suddenly feels his chest getting shocked again.

“Yes they did! And they are right. You are a narcissist, a bully, a drill sergeant and that’s why everyone hates you. You should hate yourself”

Maybe he should. Maybe Aaron Hotchner should hate himself. He couldn’t save his mom from abuse. He got Haley killed and put Jack’s life in danger. One of his team members got addicted and kidnapped. Another one of his team members got framed and had to face his abuser. Then another one had to fake their death. And another one had to watch their husband get shot and then had to go through a divorce. They all went through so much and it’s all because of him. Aaron Hotchner should hate himself and he does.

“I- I think I found something!” Garcia says making all eyes turn on her.

“What did you find?” Rossi asks.

“Remember Megan Kane?” Garcia asks making everyone nod.

“She has a sister, Molly Kane and she works for the FBI as a therapist”, Garcia says.

“Oh my god, Hotch was going through therapy”, Emily says in realization.

“That’s why she knew so many things about him”, JJ adds.

“Garcia, Can you search for any private properties owned by her?” Morgan asks.

“Yeah I’m doing that right now ... She has one private property! It’s an old barn and I’m sending you the address right now!” Garcia says as she typed furiously on her laptop.

The team quickly check their phones and begin putting on their vests. They had no time to waste. Hotch would die any second now. They all quickly broke into two team and went in their SUV’s. They all drive quickly to the address Garcia send them. If Hotch dies, they won’t know what to do.

“P-please I’m sorry, whatever I did .. I’m sorry”, Aaron says in tears.

“You think saying sorry would bring back my sister!”

“I- wh-who is your sister?” Aaron asks.

“You probably don’t even remember”

“I-“, suddenly it clicks to him. Aaron had always through she looks familiar but he couldn’t find where he had seen her. But he never saw her because she was Megan Kane’s sister.

“Y-you’re Megan’s sister?” Aaron asks.

“You finally figured it out”

“B-but I didnt kill her-“, Aaron says before he feels another shock in his body. This time it went longer than before and it hurled more. Aaron kept himself from yelling in pain. When it finally stops, he can feel his heart racing through his body.

“Yes you did! You killed her and now I’m going to kill you”

“She-she killed herself”, Aaron tries to explain.

“No she didn’t! Megan would never do that. That’s just a cover up to hide what really happened”

“Y-you’re in denial. I was there, I held her hand while she took those pills”, Aaron says with sympathy.

“Lair!”

Before Aaron can feel another shock, the door gets kicked down. His team is here. He’s safe now.

“FBI! Molly, step away from him and show me your hands”, Morgan says with a gun pointing at her. Aaron can see the other two men getting arrested by Reid and Emily.

“He killed my sister”, Molly says pulling out a knife to his throat.

“Molly, I know what’s it like to have your sister kill herself. It’s hard but this is not how you grief. I can help you, let me help you”, JJ says.

“No- I’m going to meet my sister and he’s coming with me”, Molly says but before she slits Aaron’s throat, she drops to the ground. Morgan shot her. Before Aaron could say anything, Rossi helps unties him and gets the wires off his chest.

“Son, son look at me”, Rossi says to Aaron. But he can’t. Aaron tries to stand up but he also drops to the ground. The last thing he heard is Morgan calling for the medics.

After a couple of hours, Aaron wakes up groaning in pain. He can see bright lights above him. He tries to sit up when he sees someone holding him up.

“Easy”, Rossi says helping him up.

“Dave?” Aaron asks.

“Hey son”, Rossi says.

“W-what happened?” Aaron asks wondering why he is in the hospital.

“After Morgan shot Molly, you fainted. The doctors said it was because of your heart being exhausted of being electrocuted”, Rossi says. Aaron hums in remembering what happened.

“J-Jack?” Aaron asks.

“Jack is with JJ. He should be coming to here soon”, Rossi says. Aaron hums again in response.

“Aaron look ... what she said, you’re not any of those things”, Rossi says. Aaron looks up at him.

“I-I’m afraid I’m going to turn up just like my father”, Aaron says.

“How about this, if I see you becoming anything like your father then I’ll personally drag you by the ear myself”, Rossi says promising him.

“P-promise?” Aaron asks.

“Promise”, Rossi says. He knows it’s not enough for the future but it’s enough for now.

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halfhappyhooligan · 4 years

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a voltron au? in 2020? it’s more likely than you think

look. LOOK. i know that voltron is stupid and we hate it but lets be honest: everything up until season 3 was pretty good and had lots of potential !!

today i was rewatching voltron and a thought struck me: what if, instead of shiro being cloned, he was chipped and turned to the side of the galra?

so here it is, i did not blink since i thought of this

(warning, i have not seen voltron in a while and this is just knowledge i have stored in my moss brain and stuff i know from rewatching the first season)

au where shiro goes evil bc of what happens @ end of season one instead of the clone thing bc 1) haggar rly could not have made thousands of shiros after bumping into team voltron like what twice? its hella improbable and 2) just… weird

so instead they insert a chip in him that helps them spy and control him just like kuron (the clone) did minus the unlikely storytelling

eventually after the convo with sendak when he was in the pod trying to temp shirp, he does have thoughts about helping zarkon

(“im already infiltrated with the arm, i could just speed up the process by leaving now. save the team the trouble of investing in a leader that’s doomed to fail from the strart.”)

shiro ends up leaving team voltron in season 2 after zarkon goes crazy w the black lion n stuff

^^ this adds to Keith’s reasoning of joining the Blade of Marmora (shiro is his main stability and one of the main reasons he even stuck around with team voltron, so with shiro gone and keith questioning his place as the leader and paladin of the black lion, he decides the BoM is just.. what’s best for him)

obviously lance isn’t happy with this (“you just told me that i’m a valuable member, now you don’t think YOU are? what logic is that?”)

ofc keith goes anyways

lance becomes paladin of the black lion

allura takes on the red lion

who has blue lion? ...idk this isn’t that thought out (maybe matt after pidge finds her family) (which will happen earlier in the plot since we can forget about the miniplot of black no longer responding to shiro)

enter lotor only this time he has a sidekick and what omg its shiro wow

shiro has that bigger version of his arm that was once offered to him

he’s stronger and scary, but his eyes aren’t the same, he has the strength of a galra but lacks the passion

in the fight between lotor and zarkon, (and after, of course lots of self doubt and questioning) shiro comes between them and convinces lotor NOT to kill zarkon

then zarkon kills lotor

everyones like oh shit bc surely someone who’s life was just spared wouldn’t kill the person who seems to have the most power

but he did. bc he’s zarkon. and he’s fckn crazy.

shiro doesn’t go back to team voltron bc its too much too easily

instead he takes the place of lotor in the group of gals

he convinces them all to rebel against the galra

eventually they teach him all about quintessence and all the shit lotor had planned that they can’t do anymore

(lotor wasn’t harvesting alteans in this universe bc what the heck even was that subplot that had little to no relevance to the main storyline?

instead he was trying to find a way to technologically bring back alteans (kinda like how allure’s dad was originally preserved in s1)

i know nothing about How Stuff Works and i dont remember much about quintessence n shit but the basic idea is that when tying in some of a persons artifacts with technology stuff and some quintessence then boom. a weird route from astral projection land to the team is created and ppl can come back or smth idfk

but lotor was never able to get the comet so shiro decides he and the gals will get that comet and try to bring back as many alteans as they can

^ all this while infiltrating as many galra fleets as possible + saving planets under galra empire

they personally visit every planet that lotor was in charge of and release them from galra control

they are able to bring back an altean (its romelle) and she talks abt her friend who lives on the balmera and they go to the balmera and its revealed that it was shay’s great grandmother so romelle asks where shay is and shay’s family is like with team voltron of course

they take her

obviously team voltron, the BoM and the Rebels r very hesitant to make contact but they decide to try it out

keith refuses to meet, instead he’s on the team that stands guard

reunions !!

romelle and shay hit it off and hunk makes a dinner much like roselle’s past (allura and coran also hang out and they all vibe)

lance talks to shiro abt everything to do with keith and shiro is like dude do u??? like him?

and lance is like what? no ofc not—oh shit.

and keith ✨overhears ✨

pidge matt and shiro catch up n shit

meanwhile keith is like Hey Lance Uhhhhhh What The Fuck

they end up being like hey since we’re all here and we hate zarkon what if we make a plan to end the galra’s reign Right Now

so they do

and y’all.. it’s hella baller plan

except something is going wrong and in the middle of an attack zarkon is able to get the upper hand

due to haggar’s magic and lance’s mental and emotional instability, zarkon is able to get in his head

everyone is trying to talk him down but they’re all under a lot of pressure

allura is also conflicted bc she wanted to be black lion bc she wanted to rub it in to zarkon’s face that she was stronger than he and that she could beat him at his own game

but the negativity and instability feeds into zarkon’s power and makes him and haggar stronger as they pull in voltron to finally take over the team and regain their status as the most powerful alien race

hunk realizes this and is like okay can y’all stop being negative? its clearly affecting them in a good way and it makes us an easier target

and pidge is like im literally a child pls i don’t wanna die i just got my family back it can’t end like this

shiro realizes what’s going on and he goes to save them

he uses all his energy, pulling in the positive memories (everything: first learning about space, becoming a teacher, meeting adam, meeting keith, first making team voltron, his friends and family--all of it) to push back zarkon and haggar’s powers and battle once more in the astral realm

in defeating zarkon, shiro loses his life

afterwards keith enters the ship in a hurry and is like where the fuck is shiro where’s my brother what did you do what happened

and team voltron is like hey man.. we are so so sorry

and keith cries because the last thing he ever said to shiro was mean

lance feels like its all his fault since he was supposed to be a good leader

they talk about separately while hunk pidge and allura discuss

krolia is like keith we, ur family, are here for u

and axca is there and shes like um?? hey?? sry for trying to kill u bro

and he’s like i absolutely do not wanna talk i just lost my closest friend

they talk about it later

axca tells keith abt shiro finishing lotor’s work and abt bringing people back and well..

they use the methods to help keith visit shiro in the astral realm

shiro is like oh uh hey i was just having a drink w adam we r happy

and keith is like shiro u fuckhead why would u sacrifice urself

shiro sighs bc cmon keith you KNOW why “remember what i always said? we can’t focus on what went wrong..”

“we’ve got to figure out how to make it right” keith finishes

keith breaks tf down crying and screams apologizing

“i love u shiro. ur a like a big brother to me.”

and shiro is like yeah i know and ilyt but hey. everyone’s safe and happy. im safe and happy. & you deserve to be too. you don’t need me anymore.

so the galra rule is over and everyone goes to their respected planets

romelle and the other alteans as well as some galra babes hang in earth

romelle and shay r in an apartment together and have a garden

allura realizes she may not have been the strongest leader for voltron, and couldn’t stop zarkon on her own but that physical strength doesn’t define her as a whole

her heart is strong enough to care for everyone, so thats what she does

allura starts running an inn for alteans filled with painted sceneries like altea in case anyone ever needs a reminder of home

when lance reunites with his family its a real tearjerker

rachel finally gets her jacket back and veronica is like So.. Axca 👀

the McClain’s host a huge party for everyone and it’s filled with lots of hugs and loud music and even tho lance was way too tired, he danced all night

he wouldn’t trade his family for the world—genetic and chosen

when hunk reunites with his parents they don’t let him out the house for hours, he tells them all about his new best friend shay as well as hundreds of his favorites stories from space

they are so, so proud of him

hunk spends the next days playing minecraft and animal crossing with pidge, giving their brains a rest from being on hyperdrive for 3 yrs straight

when pidge gets home she finally gets grounded by her mom, only being allowed to leave the house to see her old teammates

(same for matt and her dad)

(her mother cries so hard when they opened the door to the home)

the holt family holds movie nights filled with popcorn, cuddles, and tears

keith moves in with the holt family, and finally accepts that he has a home as well as a family

he often goes on trips with the BoM but mostly just stays on earth

after a Team Voltron sleepover in the altea inn keith and lance decide to get an apartment together and live their lives in love and in peace

everyone gets together once a year in celebration of shiro and the sacrifice he made for them

they use the ship to visit Astral Shiro and once they even met adam

everyone laughs and catches up and just... live their lives

everyone is happy

pls ignore any and all errors lmao

again, just a thought !! maybe i’ll write a fic abt it idk for sure but yeah

feel free to add anything <3

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zoinkshaggy · 3 years

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BASIC QUESTIONS

First name? “Sha– uh, Norville.”

Surname? “Rogers.”

Middle names? “Matthew.”

Nicknames? “Shaggy.”

Date of birth? “November 4th, 1995.”

Age? “Twenty five.”

PHYSICAL / APPEARANCE

Height? “6′0.”

Weight? “150-ish.”

Build? “Uh, long.”

Hair color? “Brown.”

Hair style? “I had dreads for awhile, but now I keep my hair short. Not short. Medium length, I guess.”

Eye color? “Also brown.”

Eye Shape? “Like, normal?”

Glasses or contact lenses? “Neither.”

Distinguishing facial features? “I’d say probably my smile.”

Which facial feature is most prominent? “Smile.”

Which bodily feature is most prominent? “My legs and arms, ‘cause they’re, like, twenty feet long.”

Other distinguishing features? “That’s it.”

Skin? “Oilier than I’d like.”

Hands? “Callused.”

Make up? “I don’t wear any.”

Scars? “Nothing important.”

Birthmarks? “Nah.”

Tattoos? “No! Needles? No thank you!”

Physical handicaps? “None.”

Type of clothes? “I really like sweaters. Sweaters will always be my favorite. They feel safe. It’s a little too hot for that here, though.”

How do you wear your clothes? “How they come.”

What are your feet like? “Kind of big, I guess. Two left feet, that’s what my mom said ‘cause I’m such a klutz. Uh, I should buy some more socks and shoes. Some of my socks have toe holes and my shoes are kind of coming apart.”

Race / Ethnicity? “I don’t have my birth parents around to ask, but I know I’m Spanish.”

Mannerisms? “I have a habit of, like, playing with my necklace or hair or bracelet — my hands don’t always like being still.”

Are you in good health? “It’s alright, I think.”

Do you have any disabilities? “No.”

PERSONALITY

What words or phrases do you overuse? “Like. I use it, like, a lot.”

Do you have a catchphrase? “Zoinks.”

Are you more optimistic or pessimistic? “I definitely think I’m more optimistic, but I have my moments.”

Are you introverted or extroverted? “Introverted.”

Do you ever put on airs? “I… don’t know what that means.”

What bad habits do you have? “Overeating, not eating healthy. Sleeping in too late. Chewing my nails, only sometimes.”

What makes you laugh out loud? “Usually myself.”

How do you display affection? “My idea of affection is kind of, just, hanging around someone. Hugs can be nice too.”

Mental handicaps? “My anxiety.”

How do you want to be seen by others? “A person they came come to and trust.”

How do you see themselves? “Better than I used to be.”

How are you seen by others? “Probably… nervous.”

Strongest character trait? “My loyalty.”

Weakest character trait? “Getting stuck in my head.”

How competitive are you? “Not at all.”

Do you make snap judgements or take time to consider? “Like, I take too much time to consider.”

How do you react to praise? “I don’t know what to say. I guess I get kind of flustered, you know?”

How do you react to criticism? “Just kind of shrug it off.”

What is your greatest fear? “Ghosts, spiders, heights, bees, guns... losing Scooby.”

What are your biggest secrets? “I don’t really keep secrets.”

What is your philosophy of life? “We’re all just here for a little while, so we should make it easier on each other.”

When was the last time you cried? “It’s been a few months, actually.”

What haunts you? “Zoinks. Hopefully not any ghosts.”

What are your political views? “I don’t pay enough attention to politics to have any views, really. I’ll vote for whoever Velma votes for. She knows what she’s talking about.”

What will you stand up for? “I will always stand up for my friends.”

Who do you quote? “Usually if I’m quoting someone, I don’t even know who I’m quoting.”

Are you indoorsy or outdoorsy? “Indoors. I like walking Scoob and everything, but, like, there’s too many bugs outside.”

What is your sinful little habit? “Putting mustard on ice cream.”

What sense do you most rely on? “Taste. But also hearing.”

How do you treat people better than you? “The same.”

How do you treat people worse than you? “The same.”

What quality do you most value in a friend? “Kindness.”

What do you consider an overrated virtue? “I wanna say courage. Biased opinion.”

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? “I’d stop worrying about everything.”

What is your obsession? “Good food.”

What are your pet peeves? “When people are mean for no reason.”

What are your idiosyncrasies? “Gotta make sure I turn all the lights off before I leave.”

FRIENDS AND FAMILY

Is your family big or small? Who does it consist of? “I guess it’s kind of small. I have my dad, my mom and my sister, Maggie. I haven’t seen my real parents since I was a kid.”

What is your perception of family? “I don’t think family has anything to do with blood, it’s how people treat you.”

Do you have siblings? Older or younger? “Maggie, she’s younger.”

Describe your best friend. “I’ve known her since, well... it feels like forever, but it’s only been, like, a decade and a half. She’s the best person I know. She’s so smart and funny, and she’s beautiful. She has a beautiful soul and... just... everything about her is beautiful. She makes me feel safe, it doesn’t matter what’s going on or how much my mind is racing, if I know she’s there it just feels like everything’s gonna be okay.”

Ideal best friend? “I’ve already got ‘em all.”

Describe your other friends. “They’re great. They’re all unique in their own ways, you know? Freddy’s headstrong and he’s the coolest guy you’ll meet, Daph is such a warm energy and she’s a great conversationalist, Buzz is genuine and he’s loyal. I know everyone thinks so, but I really do have the best friends.”

Describe your acquaintances. “I guess that would be the people I work with. Like, they’re okay.”

Do you have any pets? “Yeah, I have Scoob, but he’s more like my brother or something at this point.”

Who are your natural allies? “Probably the Mystery Inc gang.”

Who are your surprising allies? “I guess it’s surprising I’d fit in with them, huh?”

PAST AND FUTURE

What were you like as a baby? As a child? “I was happy. I can’t remember much from being that young, but I know I was traveling with my parents, I remember I felt like the world was so big and exciting. I felt so loved. I guess I kind of lost that feeling when I was adopted, suddenly the exciting stuff was just, like, scary. I was an anxious wreck as a child, that’s all, honestly.”

Did you grow up rich or poor? “The Rogers family is well off. I wouldn’t say rich, but, like, well off.”

Did you grow up nurtured or neglected? “I don’t wanna say they neglected me. I did feel that way a lot, but some of it was... me, I guess, myself worrying. Yeah.”

What is the most offensive thing you ever said? “I hope nothing.”

What is your greatest achievement? “Is it sad to say everything I’ve done in this last year? For awhile it felt like I was just getting by, but right now, I feel like I’m really living. I got a job, like, it’s not much but it’s a job, I’m doing better in school, I’ve got Velma now, really got her...”

What was your first kiss like? “It was with my favorite person. Kind of later than most people’s, I guess, but worth waiting for.”

What is the worst thing you did to someone you loved? “Come into my mom’s life, probably.”

What are your ambitions? “I’ve been thinking I might wanna go to culinary school.”

What advice would you give your younger self? “I would just tell him that nothing is wrong with him, it’s okay to go your own pace and, like, it’s all gonna be okay, little guy.”

What smells remind you of your childhood? “Corn dogs and pizza. Apple pie. Playground mulch. Hair spray and perfume. Dirt.”

What was your childhood ambition? “I just remember wanting to stop being so scared.”

What is your best childhood memory? “It’s so old it’s blurry, but I remember one of my birthdays, I guess it was my last before I was adopted. We were traveling, my parents were happy, I was happy. It was the last time everything felt okay for awhile.”

What is your worst childhood memory? “There’s a few. Most of them involved panic attacks alone in my bedroom.”

Did you have an imaginary childhood friend? “Not that I remember.”

When was the last time you were crushed with disappointment? “Sometime before I moved to Elias.”

What past act are you most ashamed of? “I’m ashamed that I let myself get separated from my parents, that I couldn’t figure out how to get in touch with them. Maybe shame isn’t the right word. I just wish I knew how my mom and dad were doing, my other mom and dad.”

What past act are you most proud of? “Taking whatever the first step was to stepping out of my shell.”

Has anyone ever saved their life? “I feel like Scooby Doo saved my life.”

Strongest childhood memory? “Another birthday. My first one with the Rogers family. I ended up crying in the bathroom. I was so confused and overwhelmed, I felt like the only person in the world. I just wanted to go home. I don’t think that feeling will ever leave me.”

LOVE

Do you believe in love at first sight? “Yes.”

Are you in a relationship? “I’m with Velma.”

How do you behave in a relationship? “I don’t really know what I’m doing, I’m just trying to make her happy.”

When did you last have sex? “I-- uh... that’s personal.”

What sort of sex do you have? “Like, w-why are you asking that?”

Have you ever been in love? “I am right now.”

Have you ever had your heart broken? “Yeah, but it wasn’t in a relationship.”

CONFLICT

How do you respond to a threat? “Run.”

Are you most likely to fight with your fists or your tongue? “Like, neither.”

What is your kryptonite? “All you can eat buffets.”

If you could only save one thing from your burning house, what would it be? “I assume Scooby and Velma don’t count, so I guess I’d probably grab my favorite shirt or something.”

How do you perceive strangers? “Scary.”

What do you love to hate? “I don’t hate anything... except maybe lima beans... and there is no love there, like, at all.”

What are your phobias? “There’s a lot of ‘em.”

What is your choice of weapon? “I’m more of a hider. If I had to use something, I’d probably grab whatever was blunt and close to me.”

What living person do you most despise? “I don’t despise anyone.”

Have you ever been bullied or teased? “Yeah.”

Where do you go when you’re angry? “I don’t get angry. When I’m sad, I just go home.”

Who are your enemies and why? “The bad guys the gang and I try to stop... because we’re trying to stop them...”

WORK, EDUCATION AND HOBBIES

What is your current job? “Right now I flip burgers.”

What do you think about your current job? “It’s not too bad. It pays the bills for now. Maybe one day I can get a real cooking job.”

What are some of your past jobs? “This is my first job.”

What are your hobbies? “Just chilling, mostly. Smoking, eating.”

Educational background? “I’m in college.”

Intelligence level? “I’m not the smartest guy you’ll meet, but I’m trying.”

Do you have any specialist training? “No.”

Do you have a natural talent for something? “I don’t know if it’s a talent, but I have a lot of knowledge on the supernatural. Weeding out what’s real and what’s not, though, that’s the hard part.”

Do you play a sport? Are you any good? “No, I’ve never been good at sports... I hated gym class.”

What is their socioeconomic status? “I recycle, but I should do more.”

FAVORITES

What is your favorite animal? “Dogs.”

Which animal do you dislike the most? “Anything that bites or stings.”

What place would you most like to visit? “I think Antarctica would be pretty cool. Ha, ba-dum-tss.”

What is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen? “I remember Topanga Canyon being so pretty...”

What is your favorite song? “Two Princes, Spin Doctors.”

Music, art, reading preferred? “Music.”

What is your favorite color? “Green.”

What is their password? “Scoobydoobydoo420 --- like, wait, why are you asking?”

Favorite food? “Like, that’s too hard!”

What is your favorite work of art? “Uh... Mona Lisa?”

Who is your favorite artist? “I don’t know artists that well.”

What is your favorite day of the week? “With my work schedule, it doesn’t really matter.”

POSSESSIONS

What is in your fridge? “What isn’t in my fridge? Let’s see, right now I know there’s barbecue sauce, mayonnaise, mustard, honey mustard, honey, shredded cheddar cheese, American cheese slices, a wheel of Gouda, ketchup, ranch, spicy barbeque, sour cream, strawberry and grape jelly, apple jam, butter, margarine, milk, chocolate milk, Almond milk, strawberry syrup, cherries, a half eaten Philly Cheesesteak, ham, turkey, black forest ham, broccoli, Reeses cups, water bottles, apple juice, leftover brown rice, at least one eggplant, eggs, one slice of buffalo chicken pizza, cabbage, few different Lunchables, green peppers, one red pepper, mild salsa, medium salsa, a microwaveable Calzone, strawberries, raspberries, cream cheese, a bowl of chili and... actually, I think that’s it. Don’t get me started on the freezer.”

What is on your bedside table? “My phone and an old water bottle, probably.”

What is in your car? “I don’t have a car.”

What is in your bin? “Candy wrappers, empty Chinese takeout boxes, probably some junk mail.”

What is in your purse or wallet? “My ID, debit card, a little bit of cash, Scoob’s service dog certificate, a picture of Velma.”

What is in your pockets? “Scooby snacks.”

What is your most treasured possession? “I’m not attached to any specific items, really, just people.”

SPIRITUALITY

Who or what is your guardian angel? “I don’t know, I’d just like to think I have one.”

Do you believe in the afterlife? “I’m not sure. When I think about it, I get a little freaked out.”

What are your religious views? “Uh, I- I don’t know.”

What do you think heaven is? “I think it would be this safe place on the clouds where everyone you love is waiting.”

What do you think hell is? “Bad.”

Are you superstitious? “I guess, yeah.”

What would you like to be reincarnated as? “I guess being a dog would be pretty fun... anything like that. I don’t think I’d wanna be a human again. It’s too much.”

How would you like to die? “Not... painfully...”

What is your spirit animal? “A sloth.”

What is your zodiac sign? “Scorpio.”

VALUES

What do you think is the worst thing that can be done to a person? “Breaking them down. Making them feel like they’re not important, they don’t matter, they have to change who they are to be loved.”

What is your view of ‘freedom’? “Having the chance to choose.”

When did you last lie? “Like, I don’t want to lie, but this guy at work asked me if I liked his new sunglasses, and I didn’t want to be rude and they were pretty expensive, so I said yeah, but... I really didn’t like them.”

What’s your view of lying? “I hate doing it, I don’t want to be lied to.”

When did you last make a promise? “Last week.”

Did you keep or break their last promise? “I keep my promises.”

DAILY LIFE

What are their eating habits? “Whatever I want when I want it.”

Do you have any allergies? “Not that I know of, but I bet I’m allergic to bees, I feel like if I got stung I’d die, so I try to avoid them.”

Describe your home. “It’s just a small apartment. It feels like home when Velma’s there, though.”

Are you a minimalist or a clutter hoarder? “Can I be both? I’m trying to do better about clutter, it’s usually just clothes and trash, I don’t have many belongings.”

What do you do first thing on a weekday morning? “Kiss Velma on the head. Get ready for work. If I’m off, I’ll cuddle a little longer, then we’ll have breakfast.

What do you do on a Sunday afternoon? “Take my shoes off, sit on the couch and watch some TV.”

What do you do on a Friday night? “Whatever Velma wants to do.”

What is your soft drink of choice? “Dr. Pepper.”

What is your alcoholic drink of choice? “I don’t drink much. Mike’s Lemonade is enough for me, and it tastes good.”

MISCELLANEOUS

What or who would you dress up as for Halloween? “I like dressing up as ghosts with Scoob. I think I was the Hamburglar last year. Maybe me, Scooby and and Velma can all do matching costumes this Halloween.”

Are you comfortable with technology? “I guess.”

If you could save one person, who would it be? “Velma.”

If you could call one person for help, who would it be? “Depends on the situation. Freddy, Daph or Velma.”

What is your greatest extravagance? “Food...”

What is your greatest regret? “I don’t think I have any.”

What is your perception of redemption? “Noticing that you need to do better, then striving to do it.”

What would you do if you won the lottery? “I’d pay off any bills my friends have. Put some funding into the Mystery Inc. I guess I’d save the rest.”

What is your favorite fairytale? “Goldilocks and the Three Bears.”

What fairytale do you hate? “Like, Little Red Riding Hood makes me feel... weird...”

Do you believe in happy endings? “Yes.”

What is your idea of perfect happiness? “Being comfortable in your own skin and surrounding yourself with people that are good for you.”

What would you ask a fortune teller? “I’d ask how my birth parents are doing.”

If you could travel through time, where would you go? “I’d go back and spend another day with them.”

What sport do you excel at? “None, no sports.”

What sport do you suck at? “All of them. Especially baseball.”

If you could have a superpower, what would you choose? “I’d like to be able to turn invisible. Not to spy on people. Just to hide when everything got too overwhelming.”

#yes i did every single one #took me longer to figure out what's in his fridge than do the rest of this task + graphic #watask #tasks.

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that-0ne-simp · 4 years

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The night left ( Kuroo Tetsurō x Reader)

Heyyyy! Quick note y/n is a real person in this real world! And I suggest you listen to " idk you yet by Alexander 23" on loop 🔁 for this story :) thank you!

6:00pm

You were walking home alone after a bad day from school. This happens a lot that it became your routine. No matter how hard you try for some reason you can never have a normal, positive, happy day. Sometimes you wish you could just disappear or maybe go back to the time you were a kid. Imagine how fun it would be living your life with pure happy imagination

.As a kid, you always had a wild imagination. As you grow older the harder life gets your wonderful imagination slowly fades into a pool of anxiety, self consciousnesses, and sad reality. You used to have this big no I mean HUGE crush on Kuroo Tetsuro. You loved the idea of having him by your side comforting you and loving you. Somehow the thought of that makes you feel less... lonely.

That was in the past. Now you live in an apartment on your own starting your 1st year in college. It is heartbreaking to realize how much you've changed not only physically but also mentally. You realized in the real world no one would do that to you. No one will hug you and tell you everything will be alright, no one will ask you how your day went, NO ONE will ever be there to listen to you.You eventually end up in front of your apartment door. You were about to unlock it when you heard a series of footsteps as if someone was walking around. Cautiously you slowly open the door and that's when you saw someone you never knew alive nor existed.

"Nice to see you Chibi-chan!" He said with a goofy smile on his face. You stood there in pure shock "What the hell?! Is this a joke? Are you a cosplayer? You know what?! I don't care get out. NOW" you said utterly confused. "NO NO NO no I'm not! Please believe me y/n" he pleaded. " what the hell bro your creepy how the fuck do you know my name? Did f/n set me up? Did she hire you? You better get out now or I'm calling the cops!" " NO! y/n I'm Kuroo Tetsuro! You see! come on, please... trust me"

you knew you shouldn't trust him. You knew you shouldn't believe him but, there's something that's telling you that he's telling the truth. Of course, that is impossible but it was sincere the look in his eyes. What the hell is happening? Have you finally gone crazy from all the bullshit the universe has put you through? Despite this crazy shit happening you managed to stay calm. Honestly, the word has put you through so much shit that you cannot find the care anymore.

You sighed " so you're Kuroo Tetsuro, as in the captain of Nekoma which happens to be from an anime" "yup" he answered shortly. "That's the dumbest thing I-" you couldn't continue cause deep down you know you believe him. I mean who wouldn't? He has the same voice, hair, height and he looks exactly like Kuroo and not to mention his aura and personality, It's like the exact copy. You look at him as he smirks and raises his eyebrow as if he was telling you 'see? I'm right'.

You roll your eyes at him"fine if you are Kuroo then what are you doing here and how are you even here?" "Well the second question's complicated but I can answer the first one. I'm here because..." "because?" "I wanted to see you" when he said that you were taken back and slightly flattered at the thought that someone wants to see you. " and why did you want to see me?" You asked hoping to make more sense of the situation.

You've got to admit you were kinda anxious for his answer but what he said completely confused you."Because I missed you" when he said that you suddenly had the urge to say it back. The truth is you did miss him a lot but you wouldn't admit it. "ok then.." you replied as you take deep breathes in hopes to calm yourself down.You know you might regret this, you know this is dumb as fuck but "so do you want to stay?" The moment you said that his eyes lit up like a child as if he was waiting for this his whole life. He softly replied with a genuine gentle smile on his face. " I would love that love" For some reason him calling you love gave you a nostalgic feeling. It made you feel safe like you could be yourself with him.

"What's with the new nickname? What happened to chibi-chan?" You asked as you head to the kitchen. It took him a while to respond. "..don't you remember? We used to call each other that" you couldn't see him but you had a feeling that he wore a sad smile on his face as he recalled the memories of you together. For you on the other hand don't remember any of that happening... when it hits you. You remember reading a fanfic book of you and Kuroo being together and throughout the book, you called each other love. At that moment all your doubts vanished. You completely believe him. He is your Kuroo. You were confused but you weren't scared. You take the snacks and walk to him on the couch as you compose yourself.

"Well then, it's really nice to see you Kuroo" you said with a smile on your face as you sat down next to him. After an hour or less of watching tv with him, he asks you "hey love?" "hmm?" "Can we do face masks?" You were taken back by his sudden request but you're not complaining. "sure...but why tho? I didn't think you're kind of guy who enjoys face masks" you asked as you look up at him. He looks at you mischievously "you told me you wanted to do face masks with me and besides I always wanted to try the peel-off ones"

The smile he wore can fool others but not you though. You had a feeling that it's not the entire truth."Kuroo, what do you really want?" Short silence took over once again until "I want to spend this night with you doing the things we've wanted to do" now that was the truth. He never wanted anything more than to spend time with you. "Fine" you said slightly laughing at how cute he's being. After a few hours of doing random stuff like curling your hair with straws, doing random dance videos, baking, and dancing.

It was now 12:20 am and both of you decided to go for a walk. "Thank you" he mumbles "hmm?" "I said Thank you" "for what?" You asked " For spending the night with me" he said while smiling but for some reason there it is again the tint of sadness in his tone. You stop walking and look at him with a teasing smile on your face. "huh? You've been acting all weird all night are you sure you're Kuroo? Cause the real Kuroo I know is cocky, sarcastic, and is a science nerd even though he's a complete dick" you teased trying to lighten up the mood.

"Hey! who are you calling dick chibi-chan! For someone who is so clearly lacking docosahexaenoic acid you sure are great with your words SHRIMP" He says with a smirk. After that, you guys walked for an hour or two as you talk about dumb shit. When you guys get home it was already 2:57 am. Both of you decided to cuddle in bed. " I wish we could stay like this forever" you say with his arms wrapped around you comfortably as you slowly drift off to sleep.

5:00 am

You woke up to Kuroo looking at you lovingly as he creases your cheek while humming a beautiful melody. You listened to him more and you realized It was the song you always imagine him singing to you. "Good morning Kuroo" you greeted with a smile. "Good morning Love" He said as he gently kisses your forehead. "sleep some more love" "but Kuroo I'm not-" " Please y/n" He pleaded, his voice somewhat shaking as he pushed your head to his chest. You didn't notice the tears threatening to slip through his eyes. "Hey, Kuroo?" "hmm?" "all we did tonight was everything I wanted to do. But, What about you?" You asked trying to look up at him to see his face but you couldn't, he was holding you so tight as if he would lose you. "didn't I tell you to sleep already?" He asked as he let out a small chuckle. "Fineee" you said pouting. After a few seconds of silence "good night Kuroo" you said as sleep takes over you.

5:30 am

"Y/N... Love" You woke up to Kuroo saying your name shaking you lightly. "hmmm?" you answer still half asleep and you rub your eye. "good morning love" "good morning, why'd you wake me up?" You asked looking at him eyes half-open. "Guess what chibi-chan" "hmm?" "I love you" That simple three-letter word woke you wide awake as you feel your face heating up. "T-Tetsuro w-" "and I want you to have sweet dreams of me" and that's when you noticed the tears streaming down his face. "h-hey are you o-" You panicked, you don't like seeing him like this nor do you like the feelings his words are giving you. You can't bear the fact that he's talking to you as if he was saying goodbye. Tears threaten to fall from the sudden terrifying thought of him leaving. "I love you so fucking much" He cried once more with hurt visible on his beautiful face. "h-hey! why do I feel like you're saying goodbye!" at this point you were also crying, you weren't ready. You didn't want to risk it, you wouldn't be able to handle it if he were to leave. "I will never get tired, I will never say no for more time with you" The tears kept ongoing and all you could respond with is a little whimper. "Promise me you'll be the cute and happy chibi-chan for me forever. Cause if you do I will be the happiest man alive" "Tetsu- please don't leave me, I wouldn't be able to handle it. Tetsu please, you can't leave me, I love you, you're everything I've ever wanted. All I need is you so please." You cry desperately holding on to him scared to let go. "I'm sorry for not telling you sooner... Tell me, love, how can you miss someone you've never met? .....I Love you so much chibi-chan" He leaned in, lips a few centimeters from yours and before it even touched. It happened all so fast. In just one blink of an eye, he's gone with a beautifully decorated envelope stood in his place.

Dear Y/n,

I'm sorry... I'm sorry I didn't complete the things you wanted to do with me. I couldn't do the last one. I didn't have the courage to say it to you out loud so I'm sorry if this is not what you expected but I do want to say it to you so here it goes. Y/N L/N is your name but you were Y/N Kuroo from where I came from. You might have now noticed that all my memories of us together came from your imagination or from stories you read. The memories might not be true but y/n I love you so much and that's something you cannot deny. I've been with you ever since you knew about me and I didn't have the guts to leave even though you already left me. I can't blame you though I know you're getting older and I know that as times pass by you will eventually forget about me. You asked me what I really wanted. Well, I wanted to start a family with you, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. But more than anything I wanted to be with you even if it was just for a night. Love, you are the most adorable, beautiful, kind-hearted, caring, lovable girl that I have ever met. I love you so damn much chibi-chan. My chibi-chan, I missed you.-Love Kuroo

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Kuroo Tetsuro Bucket list:

Spend a night with her✔

Finish her bucket list ✔

Kiss her

If you cringe while reading this because of all the grammar mistakes sorry bubs but I’m too lazy to fix it ;P

#angst #kuroo #tetsuro #haikyuu #nekoma #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #tetsuro kuroo x reader #chibi-chan #sad #fanfic #fictiophilia #love for a fictional character #real life y/n

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Request: Male or gender-neutral character Notes: I've never written as a gender-neutral character before but hopefully this suffices? 🥺 Let me know if there's anything I could do better! Title: For the Weekend Rating/warnings: PG-13, honestly really fluffy, alluding to sexual stuff but nothing graphic Word Count: 1051

It was the first weekend in a while that was dedicated to just you and Dean. You’d been prepping for the past week – making sure the bunker was in order, fully stocked with food and snacks for Cas and Sam should they want it, and packed both yours and Dean’s suitcase so time wouldn’t be taken away from the case he was working on that week. You were buzzing with excitement by the time Dean pulled the car around to the front of the bunker, and you hopped into the passenger’s seat after throwing your bags in the back of the car.

“Ready?” he asked with a wide grin across his face, reaching over to give your thigh a soft squeeze.

“You have no idea how ready I am!”

“Awesome, let’s hit the road then.”

With that, Dean hit the gas and cranked up the tunes and before you knew it you were on the open road. You’d booked a cabin on the outskirts of Kansas – Dean wasn’t keen on going too far just in case Sam needed him for anything, but it was secluded enough that you knew it would be just the two of you alone for the weekend. It even had a hot tub!

It was pure serenity when you arrived at the cabin. Surrounded by wilderness, towering trees, and a flowing stream just a two-minute walk away. Of course, the gorgeous environment around you was just an added extra – you could have been in a shitty for all you cared, the main thing was that you were with Dean, alone, with no interruptions. And he didn’t waste any time in scooping you up and carrying you into the bedroom merely seconds from when your bags touched the floor by the front door.

Most of your time was spent just being one with another; physically, mentally, and spiritually. The connection you already had with the eldest Winchester was simply enhanced and you were in a blissful state with each second you spent with him. You laughed, you played, you snuggled up together with a movie and popcorn until you inevitably fell asleep on his lap. But instead of disturbing you, Dean simply stroked your hair until the movie finished before he gently scooped you up and brought you to bed. And that was all in the first day.

Saturday morning, you sprung out of bed and started cooking a breakfast you’d been planning all week. Pancakes, crispy bacon, sausages, eggs just how he liked them with all the toast he could ask for. You’d managed to sneak the ingredients into your luggage before you left so the idea of surprising him made it all the better.

You spent a solid hour preparing anything, and the smell of it must have woken Dean up as he came shuffling nose first, bed-hair still ripe and eyes barely open until he stopped at the dinner table, and they sprung open in shock.

“W-wh—how? Where did you…”

“Shh-shh! No talking, only eating. Sit your ass down here, Winchester,” you instructed with an excitable grin as you pulled out a seat at the table for him. Dean shook his head in disbelief, before doing as told and sitting down. You leaned in and planted a soft peck on his cheek before you took to your own seat next to him. You looked over at Dean and saw him just staring at the food in front of him.

“What?” you asked, brows furrowing in concern. “Is something wrong?”

“What? Oh, no. Nothing at all,” Dean said before cracking a laugh. “The opposite, actually. I can’t remember the last time someone cooked for me.”

“Well, there’ll be plenty of that in the future, Dean. Now, eat up before it gets cold!”

Dean grinned and, much like a child, started grabbing heaped spoonful’s of food from each dish and piling it onto his plate. You were honestly impressed by how much that boy could actually eat, ‘cause by the time you were full, he was on his thirds with no stop in sight. It was satisfying to hear his moans of appreciation as he swallowed each bite, and you were glad all your hard work and planning had worked out.

The rest of the day was spent relaxing. You both decided to have no schedule while you were away – you were just living in total liberation for the weekend and would decide in the moment how you would spend your time. Most of it was on the couch, slowly making it through the bundle of DVDs you’d brought with you, snacking on chips and cookies and all the junk food in the cabin, and napping when you wanted to.

By the time sundown approached, you decided to make the most of the hot tub and both slipped into it after letting it heat up. Against the chill of the night air, the hot water was blissful against your skin, making your whole-body tingle as you sunk into it next to Dean. You’d also brought a couple of beers out with you, and as you clunked your bottles together as the sun went down behind you, you honestly couldn’t think of a more perfect moment.

Dean pulled you closer to him, his hand moving from your hip up to your cheek, his thumb gently caressing it as he looked right into your eyes.

“Y/N, I love you, y’know that?” he said softly, plump lips settling on a soft smile.

“Of course, Dean. And I love you. More than anything in this world.”

“I know on Monday we’ll have to go back to normal. Working, hunting, researching… part of me never wants to go back. Part of me wants to stay here, in this moment, with you, for the rest of my life.”

You chuckled softly. “We both know that’s not realistic, but me too.”

“I guess we’ll always have the memories.”

“Exactly. Until we come back next time, you mean.”

Dean let out a chuckle. “Exactly.”

With that, he pulled you in for a deep and tender kiss; soft, plump lips caressing yours as you sunk into his touch. In that moment, you were happy, but what made gave you the most joy was knowing Dean, for the first time in a while, was happy, too.

#request #reader x dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #dean winchester #supernatural

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addercharmer · 3 years

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Izumi had slept next to Keigo again, he had woken just after midnight with a scream and both Izumi and Nezu had raced their way into his room to find the boy curling up as small as possible under the desk in his room.

It took half an hour for the stoat to coax Keigo out and back into his bed, where the elder had shuffled around blankets and pillows until it felt more like a true nest.

Nezu then had Izumi climb into the base of the bed, Keigo had quickly snuggled into her side, Nezu then climbed into the nest and settled above their heads. They had all fallen back asleep and no other nightmares had woken them.

Izumi's inner alarm woke her and she groaned a little at the weight that was sprawled on her chest. A squeaking laugh from near her head had Izumi sighing at the fact that Nezu now would have photo evidence of them sleeping together.

"Morning dad." Izumi croaked out, then she started to wiggle her way out from the nestling.

"Bathroom, then we gotta talk." She tells him, there hadn't been any time the night before. Nezu had gotten an emergency call to do some analysis on a well known villain group of this time.

Izumi stumbled to the bathroom, she emptied her bladder and washed her hands, before making the snap decision to take a shower.

She didn't let herself linger under the spray no matter how much she wanted to, she washed her hair and put in the conditioner to soak in as she washed her body, then rinsed out the creamy substance.

Wrapping her hair and body in towels she then scurried to her room. Izumi had no plans to do anything today unless it involved her rosefinch so she pulled on a pair of black leggings and a lightweight sweater dress. She stopped in the bathroom long enough to grab a brush and hair ties, and hang her towels up to dry.

Skipping down the stairs Izumi was greeted with the mingling smell of coffee and tea, in the kitchen there were cereal boxes and a half liter of milk already on the table, along with bowls and spoons.

Izumi sat quickly and combined the cereal and milk into a bowl, she dug in with a hum of enjoyment at the sugary meal. Nezu slipped a large cup of coffee on the table by her elbow before taking his own seat.

"I didn't get to tell you, but some stuff happened at the mall." Izumi started the conversation after they had both finished their food.

"When we got the preening brushes I suggested we look at the ones for hawks and Keigo flinched pretty hard." Nezu's eyebrows scrunched a little and he let out a hum.

"The specialty stores for physical mutations had hardly anything for winged people, but when I was little originality my mom was friends with fashion designers...if you were okay with it I could try to make contact, they were family friends and I could maybe tell them that Inko is my sister, aunt Mitsuki never had the best memory, and if we could find and doctor some photos it would work as evidence." Izumi rambled, she was a little nervous about suggesting this, but at the same time she believed it could be good for the future if she could put herself in an older sibling or aunt role for some of her friends.

"Good idea, what would you say about wanting to get back in contact?" Nezu asked her.

Clearing her throat a little, Izumi thought carefully as she sipped her coffee.

"Aunt Mitsuki has always had a huge soft spot for kids, not that anyone could tell. Inko from what her medical history says had been in and out of rehab for the last four years, it's caused a lot of problems with her mental health. It would make sense to say that you adopted me after you found me bleeding from being bullied at a foster home, and not in Inko's care."

Izumi sighed deeply. "But that's more the in depth story, in reality I could simply explain I am Inko's sister trying to get in contact with Mitsuki because I remember she was into fashion and I need help with my newly adopted siblings wing mutation."

"Hmmm, good good." Nezu's tea cup clacks when it's put back on the table. "Let's go braid your hair and we can work more on the back story and get those photos ready." The stoat directs already moving to the living room.

Izumi followers close on his tail, sitting in front of him after putting the hair brush and ties on the couch. She's also pulling the coffee table and her laptop closer so she can find pictures as her dad works his magic on her hair.

"Lay out your life as Inko's sister." Nezu tells her as he starts running the brush through her hair.

"Well, I was a sickly child, I spent most of my early life in hospital. It wasn't until I was ten that I got better, I was back in my parents care for a year and a half before the accident that took their lives happened. I was quickly placed into foster care when Inko refused to take me in, five months later you found me and adopted me. Then we can just say the truth from there. My quirk developed under extreme stress, I had a lot of healing, I finished school within six months of living with you, I have several degrees, I am a fashion disaster, and now you are adopting a severely abused boy." As Izumi speaks she's hacking through Inko's computer, phone and cloud account for photos.

Nezu is finished braiding her hair into twin tails when there are feet thumping their way down the stairs. Nezu gets up and goes to help Keigo in the kitchen as Izumi starts doctoring the photos to include her.

She can hears dishes flatted as Nezu loads them into the dishwasher, then he's dragging a box into the kitchen, it's one of his case file boxes that he gets from the police force to help solve crimes.

It takes two hours for Izumi to doctor the photos, replace the originals with hers in both Mitsuki and Inko's devices and cloud account. When she's done Keigo is just sitting down next to her with his hair and wings still wet and a towel in his hand.

"Let me help rosefinch." She laughs lightly.

Gently she rubs the towel through her hair, it's not as thick as her own so it takes less time to get it only damp, with his wings she carefully runs it down in the same direction that his feather go, it takes time but soon they are only slightly damp as well.

"Give them a fluff and a shake for me." Izumi tell Keigo, she had looked up some care tips before she first went to bed last night.

Keigo follows her direction without any hesitation, when he's done he looks like a fluffy baby bird and Izumi falls a little more in love.

"Go get your oil and comb, I'll give you a preen before we figure out what to do today." Izumi drops the towel she had been using over Keigo's head and it earns her a laugh before the boy is sprinting away.

He's back faster than Izumi thought he would be, just before he sits again Keigo fluffs his wings and Izumi spots his hair fluffing up with the feathers, Izumi has to work hard to stop herself from laughing.

Once the oil is in her hands and the comb is sitting on the couch between them Keigo stretches his left wing out, Izumi opens the bottle noticing it's a light vanilla scent as she posts some out into a cupped hand.

Snapping the bottle shut again she puts it beside the comb and then runs her hands together.

Making her hands into loose claws she starts at the joint where wing meets skin, she takes her fingers through the feathers twice just to be sure she has them all coated before moving on to the rest with the same care. Izumi needs to recoat her hands with oil three more times before the whole wing is finished.

Next she picks up a wide toothed wooden comb and starts to drag it through the feathers again, realigning any with her free hand as she goes. Izumi does this twice before she and Keigo switch sides to do the right wing.

The longer Izumi presents Keigo's feathers the more relaxed he becomes, little chirps and coos leaving him.

"All done." Izumi tells Keigo, she hands him back the preening items and gets up herself to clean off her hands.

"Nee-chan, what are we going to do today?" Keigo asked Izumi from the stairs.

"What do you want to do?" Izumi asks right back, as she starts pulling out things to make sandwiches. "Lunch first though. You too dad."

Izumi quickly puts the sandwiches together and on one big plate. Keigo had come and grabbed smaller plates for each of them to use.

"Can we play a game after?" Keigo asks as he grabs a sandwich.

"What kind of game? I know my friends picked a few out, those should be in your room. But we can go outside too." Izumi eyes Nezu who still hadn't taken a sandwich, as he hits to reach for another paper Izumi taps his paw and pointed looks at the food.

"Really?" Keigo asks, sounding more excited about being outside than he had about playing a game.

"Mmmyep, I even know where the park is." Izumi tries to sweeten the deal, and with all the cyber stalking she has done on Endeavour she knows that Rei takes the kids there every Sunday afternoon.

Nezu must hear something in her voice that has his head snapping towards her, she lets her grin turn a little feral.

"Mmm dad will even come, I saw a family there, two children had ice quirks and one had a really powerful fire quirk, the fire user looks about your age." Nezu's answering toothy grin is enough for Izumi to know she was understood.

"I haven't been to the park since I was taken." Keigo says with a sad sniffle.

"Why don't we make it even better and I can invite my friends too, then you can meet Oboro and Nemuri." Izumi offers, she knows that it's going to be hard, Keigo had been deprived of so much that everything was going to be a new experience again.

"Shō-nii and Zashi-nii?" Keigo perks up a little, and Izumi is so happy that her little rosefinch liked them.

"Yep!" Izumi says back just as chipper. "I just have to message them and ask, dad has to clean up his papers and the dishes."

Mouse?Bear?Human?: My rosefinch hasn't been to the park since the commission took him, he would like to play with you all.

IBreakGlass: be there in under 2 hours gotta finish my chores ಥﭛಥ

FemFatale: shō and I will be there in 30

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Mandoctober Day 14: Helmet

A/N: brought to you by angst, depression, a small hot chocolate, the tense feeling in my shoulders as I’m typing this and of course the source of almost all of my writing: the mixture of insomnia and a f**ked up sleep schedule.

p.s. I am trying to take care of myself, October is just a tough time of the year for me and Mandoctober is helping me cope. I refuse to give up any possibly writings/drawings at this point.

Also this is loosely based off of headcannons from @dindjarindiaries blog and this is for @leo-moon ‘s Mandoctober!

TW: mentions of abuse (both descriptive, non-descriptive, mental, emotional and physical but only for a two, three paragraphs) Refusal to eat or sleep (Din refuses to do these things for two seconds and Reader isn’t granted them) minor character death, themes of slavery (NOT RACE SPECIFIED) (not a trigger warning) pronouns of a gender neutral partner and of course, lastly, hurt/comfort and fluff. (Also personally because I wrote this and I can shout it into the void, I’m gender fluid with she/her pronouns so I’d like to imagine reader is too, BUT THAT’S JUST ME SO IMAGINE THIS HOWEVER YOU WANT, once again requests are open for any sexuality/gender, as long as you give me brief description of what you want, nothing NSFW)

Time. Aboard the Razor Crest with no specific moon, sun or stars to guide you, time easily became irrelevant. What you learned very quickly was that with this discovery, you realized Din knew that too.

Or it had gotten to a point where he learnt it a long time ago and just...forgot all about it.

Sometimes he would just sit there in the pilot’s seat, without even doing anything and he would just stare into oblivion. You wondered if his eyesight was okay. Now that you think about it...when was the last time he ate something? Does he ever take that helmet off?

“Din? Are you okay?” For a moment you thought he might be asleep.

“Sorry...did you say something?” Okay, now you knew he at least needed some sleep.

“Come on tin can. You need some brain food and maybe even an ‘extended nap’.” You joked.

“Isn’t that just called sleeping?” You couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not...or if that helmet was squeezing his brain too.

“Come on!” Grabbing his hand unexpectedly, Din flinched a little before you dragged him to his feet.

“I-I can’t.” This admission had you stopping in your tracks as you reached the hull.

“Is...everything okay?” You were concerned before but now you were starting to think he was hiding a wound from you. He’s done it before. Waiting until you were asleep to tend to it so you wouldn’t worry. Little did he know you had been wide awake with worry for a while and could hear him hurting himself with that blasted cauterizer.

It was understandable that as a Mandalorian medical supplies weren’t cheap. Even with all the bounties Din brought in, currency rates were going up around the universe. It was difficult to keep up with. Which is why you never broached the subject with him.

It wasn’t your place to pry.

Not with him anyway...he was silent, reserved, it was like he didn’t trust you. Yet you of all people understood that, you understood that it took you a long time to trust him. Like really trust him with your life...rather than just your role to him as the child’s ‘caretaker’.

It blind sided you when you realized how deeply you cared for him...Mando.

Gods, you didn’t even know his own name.

“My creed. I can’t...eat in front of other people.” This was a touchy subject. You knew that. But you underestimated how stressed out he really was. He wasn’t wounded...he was just bone tired.

“Well, I can make some food-”

“DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND? I DON’T NEED YOUR HELP!”

“...ok.”

He hadn’t seethed the words out from his teeth as loud as you had heard them.

But...the look on your face as your eyes met the floor, undoubtedly filling with tears.

It cut Din deeper than any vibroblade could.

---

“I don’t know what to do Ad’ika. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I can’t dream without thinking of her. And now...now I’ve gone and done the worst thing I could ever do to her...I hurt her without even touching her.”

The sigh was small before it reached a crescendo out of his lungs, erupting out of his head like it was a volcano. That was what it felt like to breath again. When he was alone Mando had the freedom to take his helmet off on the Crest as much as he wanted. As long as he was in space, his privacy was unlimited.

But that all changed when he met the child and then eventually...you.

“I just wish...I knew more about her. Knew her likes and dislikes. Knew what her favorite food was. What makes her laugh...her favorite kind of music…I’ve gone and ruined everything haven’t I? Not just for me but for you too. I can’t just let her go...and if she does leave I can’t just hire someone new. She’s...really burrowed her way into my heart, little one.”

Din’s soliloquy fell into the little creature’s ears like a fly trap. The child knew his father was hurting, he could feel it, not just in the force but in his tiny little heart. It was the kind of hurt he couldn’t fix with his own hands...he had to find another way. He had to make his buir feel whole again.

Determined, the little creature climbed onto his father’s chest as his breathing started to relax.

“Ad’ika, I’m not in the mood for games right now…” The dark circles under Din’s eyes became more and more pronounced as the hours dragged on. The good thing about being a father now meant that he had someone to talk to at any time if the baby was also struggling to sleep.

Din never thought he would become a father. He thought a lot of things wouldn’t happen before he died a warrior’s death. He definitely thought he wasn’t going to fall in love too...but that happened before he could even think about it.

Multiple chirps and coos echoed from the child’s lips as Din continued to massage his temples.

“Ad’ika did you not hear me?”

Opening his eyes, Din found himself utterly and completely alone.

“Ad’ika!” Startling upwards, he launched himself onto his bear feet as he searched the dark air around him for either you or the child.

“Y/N!” Screaming your name into the void he began to run, not caring about his bare feet, his sleep wear or the fact his helmet was completely missing.

A fact that had not gone unnoticed by the child.

---

Abruptly, Din was launched into the scorching blazes of a desert sun.

The sand hurt as he fell down the dune he wasn’t gonna lie.

But in some weird, twisted way, it felt good to feel the sand under his skin.

“Girl! You get back here! Wretched creature!!” The sudden yelling came from a small village not too far away from where Din stood. Flinching, he hid behind the sand. He felt naked without the beskar. It was almost embarrassing how scared he was right now.

Peering over the sandy hill, he saw a young child with Y/H/C hair, rosy cheeks and bare feet run straight towards him. Not considering the strange events that had occurred before this, Din, although he’d never admit it, attempted to run away from her. Except, when she caught up to him, she ran right through him.

Din couldn’t decide whether this was some wicked form of a dream or that he had died and was now wandering the nearest planet.

Oh Maker, what if he was dead? There was no way you could pilot the Crest on your own...and what about Ad’ika.

That was when he heard it, the baby cooing in his head.

“Ad’ika?”

That’s when it clicked. He wasn’t in some hellish figment of his imagination or dead…the child had used his powers to do this since he wasn’t wearing his helmet. But then again...where the hell was he?

“Y/N! YOU UGLY THING! IF YOU DON’T GET BACK HERE I WILL THROTTLE YOU!”

Whipping around to face you, all Din was met with was the familiar sight of you hunched over yourself, right near his feet. Crying. This had happened before but…not like this.

Was this...one of your memories?

Oh no...Din was in your head. Somehow, the baby had managed it.

“I DON’T WANT TO GO BACK THERE! AND YOU CAN’T MAKE ME!” Din turned back to face the furious woman, she looked like a cursed school teacher, her hair flying all over the place. But what stood out to him were the nail marks on her cheek.

He couldn’t picture it but somehow this woman had distressed you so much you had decided to hit her. The next thing that happened confirmed it…

SLAP!

“YOU EVER HIT ME LIKE THAT AGAIN GIRL I WON’T BE AS CONSIDERATE TO KEEP YOU!”

Keep you? Oh...you weren’t a school child.

You were a slave.

That’s why when you had first met you had been so skittish, so fearful...and yet so brave.

Somehow it all made sense.

Din couldn’t help reaching out for you as your head sagged on your shoulders, a purple and pink mark blossoming across the side of your face as the evil woman clawed her hand around your wrist.

“You will make my children their supper and you will go straight into the cellar with no dinner. Do you understand me child?” She spoke with a gentle tone...yet the venom dripped from it with the force of a thousand sandcrawlers.

“...Yes Ma’am.”

Your submission startled Din. Then again, you were only a child, and if Din hadn’t been taken in by the Mandalorians at your age...who knows what could’ve happened to him. From what little he had heard about of slaves...they didn’t often make it to see their teenage years.

Yet, somehow you did.

Din couldn’t help being grateful that, from what he could see of you, those were the only things that cruel woman had done to you.

---

Stumbling into a new landscape, Din shook his head in an attempt to gain his bearings.

“Look Y/N, it’ll be a quick job, all you have to do is listen to what I say and we’ll be gone as soon as you can say ‘bantha fodder’.”

This was a new voice. A teenager from what Din could guess. They spoke in a kind tone but at the sound of the way they said your name he couldn’t help the feeling of jealousy welling up in him.

Shaking his head once again, he looking around the jungle planet to spot you and this person.

“Iarren...I don’t know about this. I know we’ve done stuff like this before but we’re not resistance fighters. Those are imperial troops. What if...what if one of us doesn’t come back from this?”

A much older version of you appeared like a vision from behind the leaves. You were much older now, Din could only guess that you had only just recently come of age. You had grown into your features well. He could see more of the fierce woman he had come to know.

“Babe, you worry too much. Imps are stupid, plus what we are after is right next to the door practically. If you’re so concerned you can cover me from here and I’ll be right back to kiss your worries away...alright?” Din could tell just by the way you shared a glance that you were absolutely taken with this person.

In a way Din respected them...but in the back of his mind he knew there was a reason he was seeing this particular memory. Bracing himself, he could only watch as you shared a tender kiss with your lover. It shocked him how passionate you were with them. Gripping them like a vice as if you knew what was about to happen.

Din’s heart broke for you as he watched you sob over their corpse later that very night.

---

“Cyare?”

Din thought he had finally made it back to you just by looking upon your face. Much older now, age similar to the one when he met you. Looking around, he realized...this was that exact moment.

“Excuse me.”

Now Din knew for certain he wasn’t dreaming...there was no way he could dream about himself in this much detail. It was like having an out of body experience...in a way he was.

“Can I help you?” The first thing Din noticed about you was that you were too kind to have been on a planet as rough as Andos. Imps were everywhere nowadays and it was the one time Din had to wear a proper cloak so no one could spot him.

“I need to hire someone to help me with a child. I was wondering if you could help me find a person that is trustworthy?” Being a Mandalorian was so difficult that day. Meeting you made him realize that you were kind enough to suggest yourself, admitting that you were tired of the constant trail of dead bodies this planet had shown you. He flinched when you mentioned the blood you found leaking through your front door one morning.

He accepted your offer immediately. Offering payment for a job you had been doing for years without none.

Din had no clue he had saved you from slavery for the second time in your life.

---

Waking up in a cold sweat, Din knew this was reality.

All your memories, it felt like a dream.

That’s when he felt his son sag against his chest, heaving long tired breaths.

Din was scared he had over exerted himself.

“Ad’ika...why did you do that?”

All the child could do was reach for his father’s face, bringing it towards his own.

“Da.” This one, simple word, brought Din’s walls crumbling to the ground as he began to cry.

“Thank you...Ni kar’tayli gar darasuum Ad’ika.”

The overwhelming joy he felt caused his thoughts about you to skyrocket. He knew he had to share this information with you.

Startling from his bed, Din shot out of his room with the sleepy child tucked against his vest clad chest.

“Y/N! Cyare come quick!”

The sound of his unmodulated voice scared you more than anything else he had said to you that night. What you didn’t expect when you opened the door was to find a complete stranger shouting your name.

“WHO ARE YOU? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH DIN?!” You practically screamed, ready to throw hands with this strange practically half naked man that had appeared before you.

That’s what you spotted the child in his arms, half asleep and staring admiringly up at the man.

“...He called me da. I...had to share that with you Cyare...I didn’t even think twice about my creed.” The watery smile he gave you was enough to convince you that the man before you was none other than Din Djarin himself.

“...just like that? You...you threw away your creed, being a Mandalorian...just so you could tell me he spoke his first word?” Din thought you were upset, in a way you were.

When he turned to find your eyes filled with the happiest of tears he had ever seen, the overwhelming urge to kiss you kept slamming into his head, bleeding through his heart.

“Cyare...Father’s always share the first word their child speaks with their Mother.”

When you began to sob, Din refused to hold himself back as he curled his fingers through your hair, cradling your son between the two of you as he tilted your head back.

As his lips brushed against yours for the first time…

You both had never felt so free.

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