#just a deadbeat that fucked off. then found out he had a kid but stopped caring after luis wasn't shiny and new to him anymore

[geddy-leesbian]

funny how Luis's dad absolutely sucks in both of my childhood friend AU's but in polar opposite ways

#the first one is way closer to my general headcanon for everything #just a deadbeat that fucked off. then found out he had a kid but stopped caring after luis wasn't shiny and new to him anymore #in the one for serennedy week he's an umbrella scientist and is strict and overbearing instead of being absent #he's also a Messy Bitch that's been married a million times don't worry about it

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

Danny is missing Project

Final senior semester Mr. Lancer has his class make a story that is told through any other medium but writing.

Danny, Tucker, Sam and Dash create an unreality/arg YouTube account under Dash’s name.

They start off with Dash recording blog like post of his life as a senior in a small town called amity park (minus all the ghost fights) for a final project.

Then the real project starts with a video titled “going through my freshmen yearbook”

Where he shares fond memories he has with everyone in his class. Until he stops and pauses at the photo of Danny before chuckling awkwardly and mentioning that he doesn’t actually remember this guy and stating that he’ll see if there’s a story he’s not remembering before moving on.

The video’s start taking a turn as he starts updating his confusion on Danny Fenton as he’s been asking around and everyone has adamantly responded that there has never been a kid in that town by that name.

The thing is that Dash has physical proof that Danny grew up with him and the others.

Dash keeps delving deeper and deeper bringing out old keepsakes like old recitals and photographs and places that showed proof of this mysterious Danny.

Eventually he makes a playlist simply titled ‘Danny is missing’.

The longer he post the more he realizes that Danny wasn’t just a person in town but seemingly very important in Dash’s life.

He starts sneakily recording conversations he has with other people when he brings up Danny.

Dash gets more paranoid and starts shutting himself in and focusing all of his energy into finding out who is Danny.

Starts theorizing when Danny went missing.

And of course in the background or darkness of the videos Danny’s doing his thing and fucking with the recording or just being creepy in general.

Eventually the story plays out as so:

Dash and Danny were childhood friends who used to play in forest that connected to the back of their properties.

Eventually they had a falling out due to Danny becoming friends with Tucker, who unlike Dash had both of his parent’s approval to hang out with the local ghost hunter’s kid.

Dash became Danny’s bully through their younger years before they reconciled and became friends again and eventually they fell in love.

Dash’s dad, who Dash thought was just a deadbeat, is a bigot, who eventually found out about the boys and proceeded to brutally beat both of them Bloody.

Danny succumbed to his injuries and Dash’s father was arrested.

It is revealed that Dash has retrograde amnesia due to the incident, all his memories that he has were post incident and everyone in town decided it was best for Dash not to know the real reason he was in the hospital and focus on recovering.

Afterwards, no one knew how to break the news to him so they just kept up the charade, there was never a Danny Fenton, so there was no need for Dash to go through any misplaced guilt or grief for someone he couldn’t even remember.

Everyone got so caught up in the lie that no one really took the time to actually grieve themselves. Going as far as Burring Danny in an unmarked grave under one of the trees in the forest.

The series ends on the implications that closure is important and that sometimes the things you do to protect someone can do more harm than good.

Dash’s character ends the series with his last update where he talks about going to a city near by and checking himself into medical facility for his own well being.

To say that Mr. Lancer was impressed is an understatement.

#dash knows au #writing prompt #danny fenton #danny phantom #tucker foley #sam mason #dash baxter #unreality #like Mr.Lancer wouldn’t be 1010% into ARGs and unreality in general #of course they get an A #Sam and Tucker play friends who keep ‘’finding’’ evidence of Danny existing #it gets a cult following

[krikeymate]

I hold by the idea of Tara and Sam having a off childhood from the jump like the idea that their father would dip completely and not stay in contact with Tara, who as far as we know, is his biological kid, just reeks of “I’ve been searching for a valid way out that wouldn’t make me a complete deadbeat and you just gave me one.” He probably married Christina out of obligation since they were together in high school and fell out of love (if he was ever in) years ago. And I like the idea that Christina was always unstable and Sam was the solid foundation for Tara growing up. Sam leaving knocked Tara off balance and made it easier for someone like Amber to insert herself in Tara’s life (shout out to the tamber crowd tho no shade)

Anon I'm in love with you.

I've mentioned before that I had some really dark thoughts on how their childhood could have been, and I have decided I am going to explore some of them. I've kind of held off on them because they seem to focus more on Tara than Sam, and I don't want people to think I love Tara/Jenna more than Sam/Melissa, because that's just not true, I love them equally. I'm just very cautious of the Sam v Tara attitude that I've seen a lot of. My theories hurt both of them, just in very different ways.

I think you're spot on that Mr Carpenter married Christina out of obligation. Neither of them were in love with each other, they were just having fun, but well shit they're in this situation now. Maybe they were even prom king and queen, jock and cheerleader, a real stereotype. Maybe there was an expectation they would end up together anyway. Christina didn't want a fucking baby at 18 but she really did love Billy and now he's dead.

They make the best of it.

She puts her career aspects on hold, he works in sales and sometimes travels for work. Sam is an easy baby, all things considered. She's a deep sleeper and she rarely cries and it means Christina can continue living her life with barely any interruption. He doesn't care for children, but Sam is his and he can admit she's cute in the recesses of his mind. It works for them, they even settle into the role.

Then one day, Christina learns she's pregnant again.

Despite being relatively content with the life she's found herself in, she's not looking to add to it. She makes the mistake of talking about it with a girl friend over lunch, about how she doesn't want another baby. Sam, who should have been napping, is awake and hears and gets excited. It's all over from there. Her husband finds out and he's weirdly excited about it. He didn't pay attention the first time, content to let Christina do the parenting, but he's ready now. He loves Sam, and he can't wait for the baby.

The enthusiasm doesn't last long.

Tara is a difficult baby.

Born 10 weeks early, it takes a month in the ICU before they can bring her home. Sam nags her to see the baby daily, as if staring at the little thing in the basket sucking on a ventilator is worth wasting her time for. She has problems with her lungs from the get-go. And that's only the start of it. She cries, she doesn't want to feed, she won't sleep. There's constant hospital visits and check-ups with specialists. Her husband decides to go back to work early, escaping across the country, previous sentiments forgotten.

One day she just won't stop crying. She was crying when she left to pick up Sam from school, and she was still crying when she returned. The only thing that stops her from taking a pillow to its face is the sight of her daughter on her tiptoes, reaching through the bars to press chubby fingers to its cheek, cooing at the baby. The thing actually shuts up for once.

Christina offloads most of the parenting onto Sam.

Baby Tara is receptive to Sam because she's gentle and touches her and doesn't yell. Babies are sensitive to emotional cues.

By the time Sam is 10, Christina is gone most of the time, working, or not working, it's hard to tell.

They're both cheating on each other. He gets so mad about the Sam lie because of all the years he wasted stuck with her.

Tara starts pre-school a year late because neither of her parents remembered to enroll her. The school tried to put her in the grade she should be in, but quickly realised that wasn't going to work. Tara was smaller than the other kids, and with her health problems, they decided it was better to downgrade her a year.

Sam does her best to help Tara with school, but she doesn't know about learning disabilities or how to help her.

By the time their father left, Christina did nothing except drop off an envelope of money on the counter monthly and pay the bills. Sam learns to forge her mother's signature to sign off on Tara's medical needs.

#/mp #ask box #Scream #Tara Carpenter #Sam Carpenter #Christina Carpenter #my writing tag #topic: neurodivergence #topic: childhood #topic: medical #scream headcanon tag #fuck christina carpenter club #the tags tag #gonna make the parents the WORST #Guess who just learnt about Bronchopulmonary Dysplasia which can lead to asthma 👀 #Sam loves her darling little sister right from the beginning #her big brown eyes. her dainty little hands. the way she smiles at her like she's her whole world (she is) #she never gets irritated with her like her parents do. she doesn't understand why they're so mad all the time. #it's not Tara's fault that she's sick. she doesn't try to cause trouble. she tries so hard to be good #Sam knows. Sam sees. Sam makes sure her little sister feels loved. The way that Tara makes Sam feel extra special and loved too. #Sam was parentified

[pandababies777]

Whenever I have a crush on someone I always get obsessive, creepy, and desperate with extreme anxiety if I don’t date them right away. It honestly feels like I’m going to die the next day if they fail to reciprocate, with headaches and chest pains that take forever to go away. Whenever I want someone or something, I just want it so bad I can’t relax until it happens. Or if it doesn’t, I end up having severe meltdowns that would result in welfare visits from the police.

I’m a lonely person who rejected my parents after realizing they were individually fucked up. My father is an angry and racist asshole who always used violence and intimidation to get what he wanted. He was a deadbeat to my half sister and lied to me about her existence for many years to hide his past abuse. I remember he would spend frivolously on fast food and fishing gear, and then get pissed off if he was nagged about it. He would be so reckless with debts we ended up homeless and evicted out of my childhood home. Whenever I wanted to invite Black or South Asian friends home, he would yell and try to convince me they were violent or going to steal from me. Just like how I used to be, he would rip on every race he could unless he found them to be useful. He fetishizes Asian women a lot, especially Filipino ladies because he believed white women were trying to be too dominant with him. In reality they just wanted some fucking respect. He would spend the remainder of their life together flirting with ladies from the Philippines and Thailand online, before threatening to release their nudes if they weren’t obedient. For many years I would have flashbacks of how he would throw me on the ground to beat me up. Often times he would punch me in the face or grab me by the hair and throw me across the room like a rag doll. I still have pictures of the bruises he gave. Even as an adult he would beat me up. I couldn’t bond with him properly because of how he blamed his temper on everyone except himself. He blamed everything on the abuse his parents gave, and I believed him until his siblings would deny everything. Now I’m not quite sure if he was honest or trying to play victim. The only thing I know for sure was how my grandmother babied him while my grandfather became the disciplinarian.

My mother is a codependent and ableist narcissist who believe autistic people are permanent, brain dead children who constantly need supervision regardless of their age. She would forbid me from learning how to use the bus until I was 18 because she believed having autism meant I couldn’t figure out public transit. She would prevent me from joining activities to meet other kids outside of school when I was getting bullied after believing having autism would make it difficult to tell her if I got molested. Extreme paranoia and obsessive thoughts about me getting hurt would keep me from a lot of opportunities to be social. And I would look at my life in elementary school believing, “That’s it, that’s all the people I’m ever going to meet in life so I need to figure out how I can be an exact copy everyone else and make friends.” She would bitch and complain about all my friends, even the good ones. I lost two amazing friends that I still think about after she tricked me into believing they were using me first. I began to use them for trauma dumping years after my Mom convinced me they were using me after I wasn’t invited to a California trip years ago. And the thing is I know I’m not entitled to every single trip they make, because they would include me in a lot more than just one vacation. I’m not entitled to anyone’s leisure time. I would take our financial woes out on my mother because she had poor health and couldn’t hold a job. I would tell her every day I hated her because she didn’t have a job to stop us from being poor. And she didn’t want to listen to me about getting her life together and leaving him because she was addicted to pain killers. She was more concerned about financial security than my mental health. I would often beg her for a therapist or a psychiatrist for my issues, but then she would tell me it was all talk like you do at home. She didn’t want me talking about my father after believing CPS would be called to take me away from him. She was scared of losing her home and money if he wasn’t around. The most she ever did was take me to only two counselling sessions because I threatened suicide at school after kids were bullying me on a grade nine geography field trip. From then on I developed a bad habit of threatening suicide to release intense emotions I couldn’t handle or force people to say nice things about me. I just couldn’t figure out where to go when it came to making friends to replace my parents so I felt like I had two options; emulate what everyone else wanted in a friend at school or force people to like me through threats and manipulation. She always had an excuse for everything she did to me like, “Oh I didn’t let you join things as a child because you were going to get molested and not tell me because you have autism,” or “I didn’t let you join things because I was afraid your autism would make you act out and embarrass yourself.” Then she would say she didn’t want to leave because of financial security or blame it on the fact my father ruined her self esteem. Honestly, if you’re going to have excuses you might as well be consistent. I couldn’t believe her when she said she didn’t want another kid with him because he was an asshole. Especially after she told me I don’t have sibling from her because, “You made Mommy too tired.” I would grow up and see her get fed up with being around children whenever I invited people over, and believed she only wanted me to trap my father. Now that I think about it, they both probably used her pregnancy to keep both of them from separating. On top of everything else, I think she was burned out and fed up from trying to take care of me. She would use our relationship as a source of fulfillment to make up for her own pathetic life where she couldn’t have friends after believing he would embarrass her. She would also use me as a therapist to talk shit about my father, where he once tried to lock her out of the apartment for going to a work Christmas party.

My parents used each other for financial stability after my father’s ex sued him for child support, while my mother wanted to escape a shitty roommate situation. They stayed together for over 25 years out of convenience. I couldn’t bond with either of them because of his anger, and her refusal to respect that I wanted to have my own life outside of my mother. She would be extremely overprotective while my father hardly gave a shit. They still neglected me by refusing to let me continue mental health services during my childhood. I know somewhere she said she regrets not letting me talk about my father to the therapist. It could have saved me. However, it still doesn’t excuse both of my parents for how they would either beat me up or treat me like a permanent child, even as an adult. My mother often accused me of lying to her, and while I do feel bad for doing it sometimes, I always felt like she was too intrusive so I had no choice but to defend myself by becoming secretive. Even when I moved out she always wanted to know where I was at all the time, who I was with, and would threaten to call the cops if I didn’t respond to a bunch of text messages within 15 minutes. I wanted space to figure out my issues and mental health when I first tried to move out, and she would constantly get paranoid when we wouldn’t talk every day. All I wanted was to have my own private thoughts and feelings, and she would force me to share everything. I mean for God sakes I know I could have eventually opened up if she respected my privacy and didn’t pressure me to share everything with her.

I rejected my parents ever since I was 12 years old because I instinctively knew why they were fucked up without understanding it at first. Then I would try to seek connections in school or the workplace and get rejected or bullied. AND IF I HAD JUST FUCKING LEARNED HOW TO BE AN EXACT COPY OF EVERYONE ELSE AROUND ME GROWING UP I WOULD HAVE MORE THAN ENOUGH CONNECTIONS TO SAY FUCK YOU MOM AND DAD! I DON’T NEED YOU ANYMORE BECAUSE THERE ARE PEOPLE OUT THERE WHO ACTUALLY WANT TO FUCKING LOVE ME PROPERLY! IF I HAD ONLY FUCKING BOTHERED TO LEARN HOW TO BE NORMAL AND JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE I COULD HAVE MADE COUNTLESS CONNECTIONS THAT WOULD STAY AND KEEP ME FROM MISSING MY STUPID WHITE TRASH REDNECK FAMILY! IF MY STUPID FUCKING PARENTS BOTHERED TO GET THEIR FAT AND UGLY DAUGHTER BREAST IMPLANTS AND LIPOSUCTION I COULD HAVE FUCKING GOTTEN MARRIED WITH KIDS BY NOW AND STOP QUESTIONING WHY THAT SHIT HAPPENS FOR EVERYONE ELSE EXCEPT FOR ME BECAUSE OF FUCKING COWORKERS WHO WOULD ASK ME WHY I AM 30 OR APPROACHING IT WITHOUT A FUCKING BOYFRIEND! WE ALL KNOW MEN ARE NOT FUCKING CAPABLE OF LOVE UNLESS THE WOMAN LOOKS LIKE A PERFECT SPORTS ILLUSTRATED SWIMSUIT MODEL OR HOLLYWOOD ACTRESS BECAUSE YOU FUCKERS EXPECT A LOW MAINTENANCE GIRL WHO LOOKS HIGH MAINTENANCE! I AM FUCKING SICK OF FAT AND UGLY MEN WITH DAD BODS GETTING DATES WHILE WOMEN ARE PRESSURED TO LOOK LIKE A VICTORIA SECRET MODEL! AND IF THEY DON’T BOTHER TRYING TO BE ONE, THEY FUCKING RISK DYING ALONE LIKE ME!

#my poor brain

[spookysxruca]

spooky diaz x OC amalia flores part 1.

it had been almost four years. four long years since he had gone to jail. four long years since the day j had made the decision that ultimately changed my entire life until this point. it was almost crazy to think how much had happened in the time since then. it was almost as crazy as the situations that had brought me to that point in the first place. i often found myself thinking about him, despite the amount of time passing it was impossible not to when every single day i saw his face in that of his little brother, cesar.

the day had started like any other, me and oscar meeting on the corner of the block and walking to school together. the day dragging out and us walking home together after stopping at the local bodega laughing the entire time. we continued walking and joking until we reached oscars house where his door was wide open.. his little brother cesar was sat on the couch crying, snot dripping down his face.

“que onda, ces’? where’s mom?” oscar asked his brother.

“i don’t know!” he cried, “she wasn’t home when i woke up.”

“shh, it’s okay. ima put some cartoons on for you and make you a snack okay, mano?” he soothed.

oscar shot me a look and i followed him to the kitchen.

“i’m fucking sick of this shit!” he fumed as he peered into the fridge, “this shits always empty! my dad just up an fuckin’ left us and now my moms too!”

“hey,” i interrupted, “you don’t know that she’s gone.”

oscar slammed the fridge door shut and started me down. “you’re joking right? she’s probably out there getting her next fix, too fuckin’ high to remember she has kids!”

i honestly didn’t know what to say to oscar right now, i knew my words weren’t going to be much help right now but i still wanted to be there for him.

“there’s no food in this fucking house! i don’t have no job amalia, how am i supposed to look after mi hermano and go to school?”

“i’ll help you, osc’. you know i look after jasmine already. it’ll be fine, i promise you now.”

“i appreciate that lia but it’s not enough. i don’t have a choice.” he sighs.

“don’t do this! you’re gonna be in the same gang your deadbeat dad was in?”

“it’s in my blood amalia. generations of diaz’s all santos and besides, what choice do i have? i’m not giving my brother to CPS to have him raised by some gringo.”

i knew it was beyond reasoning. there was no answer or solution i could offer that would actually help my best friend in this situation. he came from a long long of santos and even though he had bigger plans than gang life, gang life didn’t have any bigger plans for him.

i brought cesar to my house so i could keep an eye on him and jasmine at the same time. despite being the same age, in the same school and living within walking distance of each other they weren’t that close. oscar and i on the other hand had hit it off from day one when we met, bouncing jokes off each other and bonding over our mutual interests. years had passed since that day and our friendship had only grown closer and closer. it hadn’t been easy for either of us, in the last few years alone so much had happened in both of our lives and in our loneliness, we found a friendship in each other that was unbreakable.

i tried to push the negative thoughts that began to creep into my head and noticed that it began to get late. after helping my dad to bed, i got jasmine ready for bed and tucked her in, placing a kiss to her head.

“ti amo hermana. sweet dreams.”

i went to check on cesar who was in my room so that i could tuck him into bed too but he was already passed out. tear marks still stained his little face and my heart panged with pain for him. the diaz boys both deserved better than this shitty hand they had been dealt.

flicking off the bedroom light, i closed the door behind me and went into the living room. i decided to try to watch some tv but my thoughts were scattered like a tumbleweed in an old western movie. oscar hasn’t said where he was going but it didn’t take a genius to figure it out and when he turned up with his face swelling more and more by the second and dripping blood onto my carpet, my suspicions were confirmed.

oscar had been jumped in to the santos.

****

3 1/2 years later

clink! clink! clink!

the sound of rocks hitting my window drew my attention away from the magazine i was reading on my bed. i stood up and looked out to see oscar standing outside.

i opened my window and stuck my head out laughing, “why wouldn’t you use the door like you normally do? or, just knock on the window?”

“no time ma, listen. they’re about to bust me. you can’t let them take cesar, okay? promise me you’ll look after him?”

“osca-“ i started but he cut me off.

“no, amalia. just take this and look after mi hermano.”

oscar shoved a weighty brown envelope into my hands and it didn’t take a genius to figure out that it was filled with money. more money than i would every probably see in my lifetime again but there was no way i could accept this. this was the money he was saving so he could take cesar and leave freeridge. i wasn’t about to spend everything he had worked for since the day he jumped in.

“i promise, he’s my hermano too.” i nod once as my eyes begin to well with tears.

“i’ll be in touch.” oscar says as he throws his hood up and begins cross the street, scaling someone’s fence and disappearing into the darkness.

i sat back down on my bed staring at the envelope in my hands. oscar had really made ALL of this in such a short amount of time? i imagined the things i’d be able to do with that kind of money.. dad could get a carer. a real one, who went to school and all that shit. i could start saving for jasmine to go to college one day.. heck, the three of us could all leave freeridge if i wanted to. me, jas and papi out of the ridge. i’d even bring oscar and cesar too if they wanted.

before i got too lost in my thoughts, blue lights and sirens flew past down the street. one, two, three, four. four cars all speeding past, i knew in my heart already where they were going and i knew that tonight was the last time i was going to see oscar in a long time. i made my decision there and then that the very next morning i would go and take his place.

*****

present day

“i’ve told you time again to drop it, jasmine!” i threatened.

“and i’ve told you a million times, ‘nooooo’” she snapped back. “i’m grown now, my tatas have come in! you don’t need to be out on the streets anymore!”

“jasmine, tits or not, you’re still a kid and i’ve still got to look after you. and if im not out there, then who’s putting food on the table in here, huh?”

“but you only joined because of stupid spooky!” she said dropping her spoon into her cereal bowl.

i laughed and shook my head, “no, mana. i joined because our mom died and i had responsibilities. i don’t see you complaining when you eat the food i buy, or spend the money i give you!”

“but amalia -“ jasmine whined.

“but nothing jasmine! te amo pero te estás poniendo en mi último nervio.”

jasmine huffed, knowing she had lost yet again. i sometimes felt bad, i mean, it’s not like i didn’t get where she was coming from.. no one ideally wants their child or sibling to be in a gang. it’s just that my choice to join los santos wasn’t something i took lightly. i had known exactly what i was getting into when i jumped in and i stuck by it. since that day when i took that beating and still managed to get up afterwards despite the brushed and fractured ribs and probable internal bleeding, i had made my loyalty with the santos.

mostly i just did minor things like drops and cash collects. nothing that would be too incriminating they said to me when i joined, but as times went on things changed and i slowly got more involved in the inner workings of gang life. before i knew it, i had been put in charge of territory of my own. the santos became my family and thanks to them i was able to provide for my sister and dad without worrying about things like money. which is why as much as i appreciated my younger sisters concerns, i paid them no mind because the same gang she slated are the same people who made sure she could walk around the neighbourhood without being a target.

“i’m not gonna be here when you finish okay jas? that means you gotta come straight home from school today. i got business so i can’t pick you up.” i informed her.

she nodded in response and went to place her bowl in the kitchen sink. after making sure she had all her belongings, we jumped into the car to pick up cesar so i could drop them both off at school.

when we arrived at cesar’s, i beeped twice to signal my arrival. he jogged out moments later, with a big grin on his face.

“goooood morning ladies!” cesar grinned sliding into the backseat of my car. “how are we on this glorious day?”

“dayummmmm, who put a spring in your step this morning cesar?” jasmine asked laughing.

“nobody, i just got some good news is all.”

“do share.” i mused raising my gaze to meet cesars in my rear view with an amused smile on my face.

“they’re letting oscar out early, amalia! he gets home tomorrow.” he grinned.

my smile faltered and i tried quickly to regain my composure and maintain the smile on my face before cesar noticed. luckily for me he was too busy going off on a tangent about all the stuff he wanted to do now that oscar was getting out. i had thought i had more time, years in fact, not just 24 hours to prepare myself.

i dropped jasmine and cesar off at school and said my goodbyes, reminding jasmine that she would have to go straight home and then began to drive round to clear my head.

the truth was, i was pretty fucking pissed off. when oscar joined los santos, i understood it. when oscar left me with that envelope and cesar, i understood it. when oscar didn’t answer my calls, reply to my letters or send me visiting orders - that i didn’t understand. one month of no replies became two.. then three.. then six months eventually turned into a year and one year became four and here i was today having not spoken to the one person who’s back i had more than my own. i had done my duty as his best friend, took in cesar as though he was my own little brother without a second thought and he couldn’t even give me the courtesy of letting me know he was okay.

i stopped writing after the first few months when i realised that it was just me who wasn’t getting letters. sad eyes got letters, joker got letters, heck even cesar got a letter or two over the years but it was like i was nobody to oscar once he went away and so i made the choice that day that i was done fighting for a friendship that clearly only meant anything to me. i had my family, i had cesar, i had the santos and just cause oscar was part of them too, it didn’t mean that just because he was getting out that he had to be part of my life too..

#spooky diaz #spooky diaz imagines #oscar diaz #oscar spooky diaz #on my block #oscar diaz imagines

[gaysimpsstuff]

Flightless Birds Chapter One: Feathers in Fukuoka

Chapter Two Here

Chapter Three Here

Chapter Four Here

Chapter Five Here

Summary: Y/n unexpectedly meets the current number two hero Hawks in Fukuoka. The grayish blue Parakeet catches the eye of the speedy hero, who promises himself he’ll meet them again.

Word Count: 2.5K words

Warnings: Child abuse, Karens, blood, Hawks being creepy, chaotic best friend, gore, shitty parents, deadbeat dad

Other: The amount of research I put into this, wing anatomy, feather anatomy, types of birds, parakeet behaviors, cities in Japan, I even found a good Japanese name for the best friend, since this does take place in Japan. If you wanna know, Izanagi, the name of Y/n’s best friend in this fic, means ‘First male, god of creation’ and I love that name. Actually, I love anything in the Japanese language, it’s such a beautiful language and I cannot wait to learn it. Also, there was a problem with the spacing in the flashback scene so I just fixed that real quick, sorry for the inconvenience!

Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @cathy8taffy @1small-frogs @catcherisvibin @waffleareniceandfluffy @mandalorian-baby-bird @theblueslytherin (If you want to be added/removed from the taglist let me know).

You stared out the window. It had taken forever but you’d convinced him to let you look down at the streets surrounding his penthouse. You rested one hand on the cool glass, letting out a breath. Your other hand was tracing the scars on your legs, You had long given up on getting them to heal.

You fluttered your wings, or what was left of them. No matter how many times your primary flying feathers would grow back, it would never deter your captor from simply clipping them off again. Thankfully, he did a better job than other people. He would never cut a blood feather. Well, mostly.

You closed your eyes, the house was so stifling at times, despite the large open rooms, and the fact that your captor would occasionally allow you out into the garden. You attempted to recall the last time you were free in Fukuoka. You remembered a bright sky, blue as your wings, and clouds fluffy and soft as your feathers. You remembered the ache in your body from working yourself all day, and just how heavy your legs felt. You remembered a kid’s joyful cheers when she saw you….

“Mommy! Look, look at the pretty bird! Can I touch it please?” you were standing on the street, waiting for a friend to pick you up and take you over to their house to watch movies and eat popcorn. You looked up from your phone at the sound of the child’s loud, innocent voice. 

“Go right ahead, Kaneko!” a woman’s voice this time. You frowned. Whatever bird they were talking about it probably wasn’t a good idea for the kid to just run up and touch it. You were forcibly removed from your thoughts when sharp pain shot up through your wing. Oh, you were the ‘pretty bird’ the kid was talking about.

Your quirk was Parakeet, and that was fine by itself, but it came with pros and cons. Some pros were that you could fly, even though you couldn’t do that in public in most places in Japan. Some cities in Japan had laws that allowed flyers to take to the skies under strict sky traffic laws, but Fukuoka was not one of those cities. Maybe you would have been better off in Miyagi or Fukui, where you could fly freely, but at the same time, you had lived your whole life near Fukuoka, plus it was such a beautiful city, it was easier to stay here.

Another pro was simple, the thing most people think about when they say they want a mutant-type quirk. The looks. Your wings had three different colors, but the base color was a beautiful summer sky blue. At the very top of your wings, your marginal coverts were a curious shade of gray. Not dark enough to be black but not light enough to be white. Underneath were your secondary coverts, which were white as the clouds in the sky. The rest of your feathers were pretty blue colors. Your tail feathers followed the same pattern as your wings.

Everything else about your quirk wasn’t very fun. Behavioral issues that had gotten you in trouble in school and at work, especially during mating season. Plus the sheer amount of people with prejudice against mutant quirks. You’d heard it all. People thinking they had the right to touch your wings and tail, people shouting to you in a high-pitched voice to force you to repeat their words, people claiming you weren’t human, people insisting you fly them somewhere, etc etc. This was unfortunately something you dealt with on the daily.

Just like this kid grabbing your wing. 

“OW! Don’t do that!” you shrieked, yanking your wing away from the kid, spinning around to see her. Her little hand was wrapped around one of your darker feathers. Fuck. Of course, she grabbed a blood feather. The little girl’s eyes welled up in tears, and she turned and ran back to her mom. Thank the stars, she let go of your feather.

You sighed, running your fingers through your wings to smooth the ruffled feathers. 

“Excuse me, bird!” the mother of the child grabbed your shoulder, forcibly spinning you around to face her. She was middle-aged, and furious. “What did you do to my dear Kaneko?”

You glanced between the woman and the girl, Kaneko. Kaneko was in tears, holding onto her mother’s leg. She had to have only been three or four, she probably didn’t know any better.

“I didn’t do anything to your child, ma’am. She ran up to me and grabbed my wing, which is very painful, and actually very rude in case you were unaware.”

“I don’t give a shit!” the woman screeched. You flinched away from her. She was cursing in front of her toddler? Irresponsible. “It’s my dear Kaneko’s birthday, and I say she gets whatever she wants! You’re just a fucking bird, so why can’t you sit still and let my daughter pet you!?”

Great, she was a fucking Karen. This was just what you needed after dealing with co-workers and clients at work. Getting your feather pulled and a crazy lady all up in your face, freaking out at you. Because her daughter hurt you.

“Because it’s painful, and I’d prefer not to let strangers touch my wings.” You explained yourself calmly.

“You fucking bitch!” the woman was screaming, her finger in your face. “You selfish, greedy little pig! She’s a child, let her live her life!” Shadows danced in your peripherals as her words faded from your ears. 

Cold metal was pressed up against your feathers, you dreaded the snipping noise that meant she was cutting. You could feel the scissors press into the stem of your feather before the metal blades connected, severing the feather from your wing. 

“Ow! Mommy that hurts!” hot, wet, salty tears stained your cheeks. “Mommy please stop it!” You were five, getting your wings clipped for the first time.

“Shut up! Don’t be so fucking selfish!” a harsh voice snapped at you, the aggression making you shudder as you sobbed. Your pupils were blown wide in fear as you screamed.  “Stop, Mommy that one hurts more!” your mother didn’t even hesitate, cutting off another feather. It hit the ground like the rest of them, but something else came with it. Blood dripped down your wings, staining the pretty blues and plopping onto the ground.

“You’re dirtying my clean floors!” mother screeched behind you. “When I finish with your wings, you’ll clean that up!”

“Mommy?” you sniffled, trying to hold back your chest-heaving sobs. “Why do I hafta have my wings clipped?”

“So you don’t fly away like your jackass of a father. I won’t let you leave Mommy.”

“Get your finger out of my face, woman!” you shouted at her, you were just seconds away from biting it off of her ugly hand. You were trembling, and you could hardly breathe what with the marching drums hammering away at your ribcage

“Don’t you tell me what to do, you inhuman!” The little girl shied away from her mom, crying harder. You opened your mouth to retort against the crazy Karen, but stopped when you saw the girl’s reaction. You knew she probably felt bad for hurting you, and now her mother was screaming and cursing, you knew how scary that was.

Your train of thought was interrupted by a whoosh of wind and a flash of red. Something wrapped around your arms, tugging you away from the woman, and something tugged the woman away from you. You looked down, seeing red feathers curled around your biceps. You’d only seen red feathers in one other place. When your own feathers were soaked in blood from your mom’s clippings. You shook your head, pushing the dark memories from your mind as you grabbed the feather and pulled it off of you as quick as possible, it flew away from you almost immediately, heading towards a man far taller than you. His golden hair was messy but very soft-looking. His slitted eyes glanced between you and the woman behind his golden goggles. His hands rested in the pockets of his large brown jacket. But none of that compared to his intimidatingly large red wings. It would be impossible not to recognize him, he was your best friend’s favorite.

Number Two Pro-Hero in Japan; Hawks

“What’s going on here?” he asked. “I heard shouting.” he said, a lazy smile resting on his face.

“This crazy bird-bitch hit my daughter!” the Karen screamed hysterically.

“Are you kidding me?” you thought she’d at least be above that, but it looked this woman didn’t give a shit about morality. “I didn’t touch her at all! She grabbed my wing then you freaked out when it hurt me!” 

“Hey, now, no need to get upset.” Hawks turned to you, and something in him changed. His wings shivered, and his eyes slitted, before blowing back out to normal size. “Birdie, tell me your side of the story.” you took a step away from the hero, something about his reaction to seeing you didn’t seem natural. It creeped you out. Also, why was he calling you ‘birdie?’

“I was standing around, waiting for my friend, then this kid saw me. She must have thought my wings were pretty because she ran up to be and grabbed one of my feathers. A blood feather, actually. It hurt and I yanked my wing back and told her not to do that. This woman seemed to have some delusion that her daughter has every right to touch and hurt me and I’m supposed to- and I now quote- ‘sit still and let her pet me.’” You explained.

“Ah I see.” Hawks nodded, turning to a young man on the street. “Sir, who’s explanation is correct?” he asked.

“Uh- the bird’s?” the guy seemed out of it, just staring at the hero.

“Thanks, sir. Ma’am, could you and your daughter apologize to this nice person?”

“No way in fucking hell!” the woman screamed. “Come on, Kaneko, we’re getting out of here. And I’m throwing away all your Hawks bobbleheads, now I know he’s a fucking biased pig.” The girl glanced up at her mom before quickly running to you, taking your hand.

“I’m sorry!” she cried. “I didn’t wanna hurt you, your wings just looked so pretty!” you softened a little, crouching down and patting the girl’s head, smiling at her.

“It’s alright, I forgive you. Next time you see something pretty, tell the person it’s pretty, then ask if you can touch it.” The girl lit up, nodding eagerly.

“I will!” she exclaimed before her mother dragged her away. 

“You didn’t need to apologize to that asshole. They were the one that made you cry.” she grumbled, walking down the street as she fumed. 

“Poor girl…” you muttered. “Having a Karen for a mom.” you stared after her empathetically. You didn’t notice the look in the hero’s eyes, staring you up and down, shifting from one leg to the next. “Oh um, thanks Hawks,” you said, turning back to him. “For helping me.”

You froze when you saw his face, eyes seemingly staring into your soul, expression blank. He seemed to be calculating something, scanning you for information. Your blood ran cold when you noticed his pupils, thinner than paper.

“Oh!” he was shaken out of his daze by your voice, a careless smile dawning his features as his pupils returned to normal. “No problem, Birdie.” you pursed your lips, nodding. You saw a small black car turn the corner, and you honed in on the license plate. Saved at last! Your friend was here!

“Alright, uh I’ve gotta be going now…” you chuckled nervously. 

“Wait, a sec, I’m gonna need your name for a report.” he dug around in his pocket, pulling out a small voice recorder and holding it up to you. “Just speak it in here.” Oh, yeah that made sense, Heroes had to make reports of everything they resolved in a day, so it was probably best to get the names of the people they help in case the PHSC needed to contact them.

“Y/n.” you spoke as clear as you could when he pressed the button on the side of the recorder. “Y/n L/n. Hawks helped me win a petty fight with a Karen.” you chuckled a little into the recorder. Hawks nodded, putting the recorder back into his pocket. He glanced back at you for a moment, expression aloof and apathetic.

“Thanks, Y/n!” he flashed you another smile before taking off into the sky, leaving you confused. 

Why did he use your personal name and not your family name?

The door to the small black car opened, and your friend stumbled out, running forward a few paces before cursing.

“You fuckin kidding me, Y/n? You got to meet Hawks?” he stared at you in disbelief. “You couldn’t have made him stay a minute longer? You know he’s my celebrity crush!” 

You couldn’t help but laugh. Your best friend since you were a young child, Izanagi Fujikawa. Bisexual, chaotic, and your mortal enemy. 

“Iza, he’s a pro hero. He’s got shit to do!” Izanagi pouted, crossing his arms.

“I know… I’m still mad at you though.” you rolled your eyes, scoffing. 

“We can deal with that.” you poked his cheek, climbing in the passenger seat before he grabbed your elbow, pulling you back towards him.

“Your wing’s all messed up- what happened?”

“I’ll explain in the car.” you shrugged him off, climbing in and buckling your seatbelt, unaware of the sharp golden eyes watching you.

Hawks was perched on a nearby building, eyes slitted as he glared down at your friend. You two were close, he could tell. Why did that make him so fucking furious? His feathers twitched as he played back the recording you’d given him. That laugh, golden and free. He looped it, your gentle voice blessing his ears and relaxing his body for him.

“Pff- hahahaha!” he closed his eyes, re-imagining your face, the soft smile gracing your angel-like features, the way your wings flapped slightly, the nearly inaudible purr vibrating in the back of your throat. He wanted you to laugh around him more, he wanted you to be around him more, he wanted you to be his. 

Even if he only got to talk to you for a minute, he felt like he already knew everything there was to know about you. You didn’t like causing trouble, seeing how polite you were at first to that crazy lady. You could stand your ground though, not afraid to stand up for yourself. You were kind, and forgiving, he got that from how you treated the kid. 

A sudden realization struck Hawks. It was frightening, terrifying even. He loved you. Breathtaking Y/n L/n, the pretty parakeet. Ah, but that guy. That guy was in the way. Not to worry, he could remove the… complication.

Soon.

You would belong just to him.

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Sweet Little Mango

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Chapter 3

-

Billy groaned as he folded himself into the Camaro.

Steve hadn’t been at school that day.

Billy wasn’t totally worried, it was around time for his heat, anyway, but Steve had been feeling bad the past few days, throwing up nearly every morning this week before making his way to school, looking pale and clammy, and sleeping through nearly every class.

Billy smoked lazily out the window. The October chill was beginning to set in, and he was fucking dreading the cold weather. He was a California, golden sunshine, warm weather baby through and through, and if it fucking snows, well. Basically, he doesn’t have a coat and he’s pretty much fucked.

He pulled into the driveway in front of Steve’s house, letting himself in the front door with the key Steve had given him at the end of summer.

The house didn’t smell like it did when Steve was in heat, full of the honey lavender scent of his hormones, his slick.

The house was as cold as still as it usually was when Mr. and Mrs. Harrington couldn’t be assed to spend time with their only kid.

Something uneasy climbed down Billy’s spine.

“Stevie?” He yelled up the stairs. There was no answer. Billy didn’t even bother taking off his shoes before he bounded upstairs. “Stever!”

He found Steve in his bedroom, all snuggly and wrapped up in bed, nestled under a pile of blankets. Again, not really unusual behavior for Steve, especially if he was in one of his moods, but the entire situation just didn’t sit right with Billy.

Call it alpha intuition.

Billy sat on the other side of the bed, laying over Steve, melting his body weight onto him.

Steve didn’t react to him.

Something’s up.

“Baby, what’s up?” Steve just made a high sound in his throat in reply.

So, there’s a big something up.

Billy started shifting blankets, finding Steve’s face. “Talk to me.” One of Steve’s eyes opened, big and round and full of something Billy couldn’t place. “You okay?”

“I went to the doctor today. I was awake all night throwing up.”

Billy kissed his forehead. He was covered in cold sweat.

“What’s the verdict? You alright?” Steve shifted, sitting up, holding a pillow to his chest. “Flu? Strep? Hand-foot-and-mouth disease?” Steve didn’t laugh. Didn’t even smile.

Billy was fucking worried.

“I, um, I’m, I’m pregnant.”

Billy’s heart fucking stopped.

“She said I was probably eight weeks along.” Steve was nervously picking at something on the bedspread, beginning to ramble. “So I guess it was during one of my heats, that sometimes, sometimes omegas still have heats during the early pregnancy, which is why, why I still had the last one but didn’t have this one, and apparently it’s the size of a raspberry, a tiny little raspberry, Bill. And I, I know we’re so young, but I don’t, I don’t think I can bring myself to get rid of it, and this, I mean, it’s a fucking miracle I even got pregnant in the first place, and this could be my chance to have a pup of my own, and, god, it’s all just so fucking much, and I’m not, you don’t, I‘m not expecting anything from you but-” Billy pulled Steve into his chest, petting his hair, shushing him softly.

“It’s okay, Sweet Thing.” He kissed Steve’s head. “Whatever you wanna do. I’m gonna be right here for you.” Steve melted into him.

“Bill, I, I don’t know what to do. I don’t know if I can, if we can actually, actually be fucking parents, but I, Billy I can not just, just-I already love them so fucking much. ”

“You don’t have to, Honey. You can decide. We’ll make this work, how ever we have to.” He hefted Steve further into his lap. “I’m gonna be here for you, for our pup. And we got, like, family that’ll help us.”

“Bill, I don’t think our parents are gonna-”

Billy was quick to cut him off.

“Are you gonna tell Joyce she can’t babysit, or should I get murdered for it?”

Steve laughed, an unexpected little thing.

“So you’re- you’re okay?”

“I mean, nothing’s really sunk in, and I’ve got a huge fucking breakdown on the horizon once I realize what all this actually means. But, you know. I’m fine.”

-

Billy’s breakdown came when he went home the next morning.

When his dad backhanded him across the face for staying out all night.

He was standing in his room, staring wide-eyed at the window.

How could he be so fucking stupid? Steve wasn’t on birth control. Billy fucking knew that , and still pumped him full of cum every fucking heat.

Steve had told him that it was near impossible for male omegas to get pregnant. It had to be a perfect storm of proper anatomy and a strong heat that allowed for their bodies to actually implant and grow a tiny clump of cells into a whole human person.

Steve had been working with the idea that he pretty much couldn’t get pregnant since he was a kid. And Billy had totally run with that.

And now Steve’s got a little tiny almost person inside of him.

He’s fucking stupid. He’s stupid, and dumb, and he’s a fucking teenager with a pup on the way.

The tears stung his eyes.

He sank to his knees, one hand fisted in his own hair.

Fuck. Fuck.

He’s not gonna tell Steve what to do with his own body. If he wants to have the pup, then Billy’s gonna fucking support him.

Because he’s not a shitty deadbeat.

And he loves Steve. He really does.

But he doesn’t believe in himself, though. There’s no fucking way they make this work.

There’s no fucking way they raise this pup, and stay together, and not traumatize the little thing.

There’s not a way in this fucking world.

-

“Alright, Steven.”

Steve was perched nervously on the exam table, his fingers in knots in his lap.

Billy was sitting against the wall, bouncing his leg and itching for a cigarette.

He hadn’t had one since Steve told him about the pup.

Two weeks ago.

He quit when Steve did. Not that Steve kept up the same level as Billy. There was a big difference between one or two cigarettes at a party, and nearly two packs a day.

But it wasn’t good for Steve, or the pup, so Billy took the most stressful time in his whole life so far, to quit smoking.

They were at Steve’s ten-week appointment. At the clinic in Indianapolis. The one where the front desk staff only raised an eyebrow at the boys’ fake I.D.s and didn’t ask for their parents’ contact information.

The doctor ushered Steve to lay back, pulling up his t-shirt to spread the clear jelly on his stomach, turning on the machine.

She located the fetus easily.

“Well, it looks like you’re coming along nicely. You’re at the proper growth for this stage, and the heartbeat’s nice and strong.”

Billy was staring at the monitor.

He couldn’t really make anything out. The machine was making this wooshing sound, like it was a scope underwater, and not a digital look into Steve.

But there was a little tiny blob in there. Something that looked like a little white bean nestled in Steve’s abdomen.

Their pup.

The doctor highlighted the little bean, zooming in and taking a capture of the image.

“Little pup's first picture.”

Steve’s scent went absolutely sweet, filling the room with sugar. Billy just reached out, taking his hand.

-

At the beginning of his pregnancy, Steve had terrible insomnia.

Billy would sneak out of his house to come over most nights, curling up behind Steve with one hand splayed wide on his slightly chubby tummy. He was always solid behind Steve. Warm and soft, a constant comfort to remind Steve that he wasn’t alone with the pup. That he had Billy to love them. To protect them and take care of them.

And sometimes, his warmth and steady breathing would be enough to lull Steve into a nice doze, or even to coax him into sleep.

But most nights, he was wide awake.

Steve didn’t want to keep Billy awake on those long nights, so he would sneak out of Billy’s gentle embrace, and sit on the couch downstairs in the sitting room. He would usually hang out in the quiet, just him and the little pup growing inside of him.

But then Billy would wake up, cold and alone, and would trudge downstairs to find Steve, and manhandle Steve until he was laying on top of Billy on the couch.

That’s where they were when Billy first spotted the grand piano in the corner of the room. Never noticed where it stood, collecting dust. Partially hidden by a large potted fern. He slid out from under Steve and took a seat at the leather padded seat, brushing his fingers over the glossy blackness of the beautiful piano.

Many of the keys were out of tune, as the thing hadn’t been played in years, but he plonked out a few easy scales.

Billy’s mom used to play. He had vivid memories of sitting on her lap, his hands on hers as she played beautiful songs. She taught him a few, once upon a time.

He struggled through one of the songs he could kind of remember, occasionally hitting the wrong key before correcting himself and continuing with the melody. He stumbled through what he could of Hey Jude before turning back to Steve, expecting to see a soft smile, big tired eyes blinking slowly back at him.

But Steve was dead asleep on the couch, both hands resting over his tummy.

Billy carried him up to bed.

That became their ritual on nights Steve couldn’t sleep.

Steve even decided to scour the poorly stocked music store and bought Billy lots of sheet music. He had just grabbed random stuff, and ended up with the weirdest assortment of things. Rock ballads and classical pieces. Swing jazz and a few beginner piano books.

Billy sifted through to find the easier stuff. He could still read sheet music well enough to slowly decipher the notes, but had to remind himself which keys corresponded to which note.

The piano was still out of tune and sometimes made the songs sound dreadfully wrong and quite nearly frightening, but it was peaceful. Quiet except for the sounds of the piano.

Steve was just content to sit next to him as he did it, holding onto his stomach, his head leaned gently against Billy’s shoulder.

-

They didn’t really tell Joyce.

Not exactly, anyway.

Steve and Billy were at Melvald’s, looking through the health section, throwing vitamins Steve’s OBGYN had recommended into the basket.

The basket was heavy, the metal handles digging into the meat of Billy’s palm. Nearly overflowing with expensive supplements that were meant to help their little pup grow into something fully formed and functioning.

Steve was being picky about the supplements. Taking the specific brands the doctor had recommended, reading the labels diligently to see if they said anything along the lines of Warning: Do not take while pregnant. Will give your pup an extra head.

Joyce was the only person at the check-out stand, and she made small talk while she scanned vitamins, shea butter, and produce, not even looking at the rattling plastic bottles.

Until one container wouldn’t scan. She picked it up, turning it over in her hands.

She faltered, and it was like the world came to a halt.

Prenatal Vitamins, omega specialized formula

She stared at it. Steve felt like he was gonna cry.

But she moved in a flash, shifting around the counter, and pulling Steve into a tight hug.

It took him a second to return the hug, wrapping his arms around her.

“If you boys need anything, and I mean anything at all, you come get me.” Steve scrunched his eyes up, trying not to sob into her shoulder.

She pulled away, giving Billy a hug of his own.

He hooked his chin on her shoulder, and he kinda felt like he could cry too. She gave him a bone-crushing hug for someone so small.

She took Steve’s hand when she finally relinquished Billy.

“How far along are you?”

“Just about ten weeks.” She cooed, handing them their bags as Billy counted out bills.

“And you’re not even showing. With Jon, I must’ve put on thirty pounds.” Steve looked around.

He was wearing a baggy sweatshirt, mostly wearing too-big clothes of Billy’s these days, trying to hide what he could for as long as possible. He was beginning to get insecure about the weight he was gaining, even though it showed off the growth of their pup.

But he’s vain. And Steve’s the first to admit that.

He lifted his sweatshirt to show the shirt underneath, the tighter fabric showing off his little bump. Joyce smiled at them, and it made Steve feel so warm.

“I want copies of the very first sonogram.”

#yikes writes #steve harrington #billy hargrove #sweet little mango #mango #omega steve harrington #alpha billy hargrove #mpreg #harringrove #harringrove abo

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The View From Down Here - Chapter 13

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Shane drowns his sorrows on an important day.

Summer 4

Another night, another drunken walk back home with three whole hours to spare before he was supposed to get up for work. Shane slammed the door of the Saloon open and stumbled out, opening his arms wide to nothing. He breathed deeply, then gagged. He snapped his arms back into his chest and began coughing up a fit. He felt the phlegm in the back of his throat building, and turned to spit.

You’re disgusting.

He laughed and began his trek. He shoved his hands in his sweater pockets and swung his legs high, almost marching.

And an idiot.

His vision was blurry. He didn’t quite have the spins yet, but he knew as soon as he laid in his bed, he would. If he walked slower, maybe he could sober up enough before that point. He began swinging his legs more slowly.

Lord. What are you doing?

Nausea. He stopped in front of Emily and Haley’s place. He put his hands on his knees and bent over, waiting. Nothing? He stood back up and continued on his way.

His mind was blank. After that day at Charlotte’s, he had been on a bender. By the time he had gotten home to the ranch that day, withdrawal had set in, hard. He snapped at Marnie, didn’t wait for Jas to get home before hitting the bar, and was generally not present for most of the week.

He couldn’t rationalize why he was so angry. He just was. He felt normal that day on the farm. No alcohol, just working with Charlie. They didn’t have to say much to each other, just occasional jabs at one another and checking on each others progress. He almost felt blissful during his time there. And then those kids arriving shattered it.

Shane wasn’t stupid, he knew exactly what the town thought of him. The only people who showed him any respect at all were Marnie, Emily, and Gus. And the latter half only because he was their loyal customer. But the rest of the town saw him as a blight. A messy, drunken deadbeat with a kid. Charlie hadn’t treated him like that, despite not seeming to remember their past. She was as kind as he remembered, and as funny and enjoyable to be around.

He missed it, he missed it a lot. And it felt wrong to have it taken away, again. So he drank.

He arrived at his destination sooner than he anticipated. He stood before the front door of the ranch. With a deep sigh, he swung his body to the left and continued his trek. This was not his destination anymore. The dock was. If he laid down, he knew he would be greeted with misery, so he chose to continue his night. Fuck Joja.

As he approached the dock, he breathed deeply. Something was off. It smelled awful.

“Fuck-” he rushed to the nearest bush and immediately unleashed a burning, foul smelling load of vomit onto it.

Idiotic and disgusting. That’s you.

He gasped for air, clenching his stomach. He pulled his sleeve up to his mouth and wiped away anything left of the sick. Will he have enough time to wash it before work tomorrow? Oh well. What was that smell? His eyes rose to scan the area.

Blurry, hazy, fuzzy.

He felt the nausea come back and he shook his head violently. He spotted a cloud of smoke coming from the dock.

The fuck?

He stumbled over and found a figure in the moonlight at the end of the dock. He squinted, trying to make out the person.

“You good?” called the voice, a voice he recognized. He lurched closer, still squinting. Then he saw the red hair and overalls.

Charlie.

“You smoke?” He blurted out, rolling his eyes. He brushed his hand along the back of his head, “aren’t you fucking cool.”

He heard a quiet snicker come from her. He breathed deeply once more. He’s already here, sweating and stomach in agony, so he’s not walking back now. With another great sigh, he let himself almost fall backwards, onto his ass and palms. He tilted his head upward to look at the stars, one leg outstretched and the other curled in.

“Drank a little too much tonight, huh?”

“No,” he hissed, “your disgusting stick is emitting fumes that make me sick.”

“Oh,” she began tapping out her cigarette.

“Don’t let me stop you from inching yourself ever closer to death, though.”

Harsh.

Another snicker, “I was done anyway.”

Silence. The lake was quiet, the reflection of the light from the stars and moon shimmering off it. The leaves behind them rustled very slightly, without an indication of whether it was the small breeze or the wildlife. Above, an owl hooted softly. Shane’s breathing in this quiet atmosphere was piercing: heavy and shallow.

“I’m…sorry about the other day, Shane,” she began, turning to look at him. He rolled his eyes and twisted his body away from her, “I wish it hadn’t ended that way. I had a lot of fun with you. I still haven’t planted the peppers.”

“You might as well do it. I don’t care.” His words were ice. She frowned and looked back down at the lake. He closed his eyes, fighting off the urge to vomit once more. Behind them, a twig snapped, and with that, he was jolted forward. His stomach churned, eyes widened. He clumsily stood up.

“Leaving already?” she tutted, not turning to face him.

“This was nice, but some of us have responsibilities,” he slurred, half-stomping along the dock. This elicited another snicker from her. He whirled around, eyebrows fusing together, eyes glowering down at the back of her head, pressure rising in his chest, “what the fuck are you laughing at? Am I a joke to you?”

Now she turned to look at him. Her eyes were low and shiny. Wet. The light from the moon reflected off the trail of tears on her face, and it caused him to squint and immediately hunch over. Her voice was soft, “no, you’re not.” Suddenly, he felt small. Smaller than before, at least.

“Uh-wha-“ he was at a loss for words. He shoved his hands back into his sweater pockets. “Whatever,” he muttered, confusion painting his face. She turned back towards the lake, her back to him. He began stepping backwards.

What is going on?

His stomach was in knots, stepping slower. “And don’t ask me to help you anymore. I’m done.” Finally, he turned around and began definitively walking away. She said nothing.

Click.

He peered over his shoulder as he walked away, seeing the small flame from the lighter near her face. He rolled his eyes and continued on, suddenly feeling quite sober. He wasn’t, really, but felt more so than before.

Done.

He stumbled his way home, alone with his thoughts. How could he be so naive, to think she would actually enjoy his presence? He was so tired of getting his hopes up, only to crush them all by himself.  He knew he was overreacting. He knew she didn’t deserve his coldness. But he felt betrayed. For what reason other than not being the only thing she wanted.

Why would she want you?

Those dark thoughts wouldn’t leave him alone. He couldn’t force them down, even when he was having a genuinely good time. When he heard those kids chattering happily, strolling without a care in the world onto the farm, he felt jealous. He felt jealous that they were carefree, they had Charlotte’s attention. And he was being selfish.

He wanted so badly to feel normal. When he worked on the farm with her, he felt it. But it was a fake, fleeting feeling. Never meant to last.

You don’t deserve it.

He needed sleep, now. He tripped up the steps of the porch, then fumbled with the lock to the front door, cursing himself for being so sloppy. The damn thing wouldn’t open-

SLAM.

Shane fell backwards onto the soft earth as the door flung open, revealing the normally loving, warm face of his Aunt. This time, however, her face was completely red and contorted in anger.

“Where the hell were you, Shane?” She whisper-yelled, arms crossed.

“Wh-wha? Th-the bar,” he stuttered, trying to compose himself.

“It’s Jas’ birthday.”

Suddenly, Shane felt his heart completely drop. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He stretched a hand towards her as she turned away from him, pulling the door to close behind her. She stopped short and turned her head towards him, “sleep with the chickens tonight, Shane.” She pulled the door closed forcefully without completely slamming it, leaving him in the mild summer night weather. He gulped, eyes beginning to well up. It had been a while since he cried, but this was low, even for him.

On the other side, Marnie leaned against the front door and pulled her hands into her face, feeling the hot tears slip between her fingers. She listened as her nephew sniffled, shuffling on the dirt ground. She heard the lock on the barn fidget, then the door open and close as he did as she told him. She pulled her hands down to her chest and lifted her head back against the door, breathing deeply.

Done.

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Pinky Promise - Hawk x Reader

Summary - Part 2 of Punching Bag. After all of this lost time, can the reader come to terms with the bad past she has with Hawk? Can they redeem what they had?

Words - 2k

Warnings - angst

Hawk pulled into the driveway of his house, the house you hadn’t been in for what felt like a lifetime ago. His moms car was gone, meaning it really was just the two of you.

“I bet my hair looks a mess right now.” You sighed, handing the helmet back over.

“Not as much of a mess as your knuckles, come on, let’s get you sorted.” The two of you walked towards the front door.

“Shit, I haven’t got my keys.” Hawk tapped on his pockets repeatedly, hoping they were in there.

“Under the statue of the Dalmatian.” You told him and his eyes creased together in confusion.

“Your mom always left a spare key under the Dalmatian.” Hawk was shocked that you had even remembered that.

“Don’t be surprised, the amount of times you used to lock us out, it’s hard to forget.” Hawk didn’t know how to feel. You didn’t want help, so why were you helping him?

“As much as it pains me to say, my hand is stinging like a bitch.” You admitted.

“Right, right.” He muttered, lifting the statue up and of course finding the spare keys. When he opened the door, you were hit with nostalgia.

“Nothings really changed in here.” Hawk watched as you took in everything.

“Last time I was here, you slammed the door in my face.” Hawk swallowed the lump in his throat. That night was the some what end of your friendship together. It wasn’t his transition into Hawk, it was who he became when he was Hawk.

“I shouldn’t have let you leave like that Y/N-“ He began.

“But you did and we both said some hurtful shit.” Hawk nodded and allowed you to follow him into the kitchen.

“There is no way your mom still has this on the fridge.” You gasped at the picture of you and Eli at Golf N Stuff when you were both five.

“You beat my ass at Golf every-time we went there.” He chuckled and a small smile formed on your lips. Noticing he had got the first aid kit out, you perched yourself on the counter.

“This is gonna sting like a bitch.” Hawk prepared you as he wiped away the blood and applied some anti-septic over the cuts.

“That’s the first thing you’ve been right about in months.” Your sarcastic, rude remarks were expected and Hawk took them. He couldn’t exactly say you were wrong, because the only thing coming out of your mouth, was the truth. Wrapping a small amount of bandage over the wounds, Hawk was finished being your doctor.

“Thank-you.” You said, before hopping off of the counter and heading towards the front door.

“Not so fast Y/N, I said once I finished with your knuckles, you and I were talking.” Hawk stopped you.

“I’m not gonna talk to you if you’re gonna be an asshole about it.” You snapped.

“Okay I’m sorry, please can we just talk? No arguing, no nothing, just a conversation.” You chewed the inside of your mouth and hesitantly nodded.

“What happened that night, Y/N I can never forgive myself. I have this whole badass reputation you know? It’s not an excuse, it never was and it will never be. I never should’ve let that take over what we could’ve had.” Hawk told you once the two of you had sat down on the couch.

“What we could’ve had? Are you serious? Eli, Hawk, whatever you wanna be fucking called. You and I were best friends. I mean the best of friends throughout our entire childhoods. We were each-others rocks when it came to the bullying, nah scratch that, you, me and Demetri.” He knew you were trying to pick a fight, but he wasn’t going to give a reaction. He was the one who done dirty, and now he was coming to his senses.

“I shouldn’t have let it come to any of that, we were meant to rise to the top together.” Hawk frowned, now noticing how sad you felt.

“If what you are now, is at the top, I wanna stay at rock bottom.” You told him with a sigh.

“I can’t change what I’ve done to you Y/N or Demetri, I can’t do anything about what I’ve already done. But I can try and avoid it from happening again.” Hawk tried to hold your hand but you shrugged him off.

“You know when mom left me all them years ago? I thought I felt heartbreak for the first time, but when you knew what you were doing to us.” You referred to yourself and Demetri.

“That’s when I felt heartbreak. Knowing you thought it was alright to become the bully. Them nerds? Them nerds you were once apart of. You were in their shoes, and now you’ve put them in the position that nobody should have to go through. At first you though it was badass, but now, you’re a massive dick.” You ranted.

“It’s taken you this long. It’s taken me getting a few cuts for you to realise you were in the wrong this entire time?” Hawk felt like he could cry, he done you so dirty.

“Y/N please-“ It took him every ounce not to just break down in tears in front of you.

“I had no one to go to.” A tear slipped out of your eye and Hawk felt his whole world come crashing down on him.

“I mean I had Demetri, but you know how awkward he gets. You’re the one who would sit there for hours on hours to listen to me and understand my problems, and when you left, I had no one.” You confessed.

“Sure I had Miguel but he was always busy with Karate and Sam, and yeah I guess you could say Johnny is a father figure in my life, but I wasn’t with him everyday like I was with you.” You sniffled, wiping away at the tears that kept building up.

“I have enough money in my bank account to support my bills for maybe half a month. Once my money goes, I’ve lost everything.”

“No you haven’t. Don’t ever fucking say that. You have me. Y/N, you will always have me.” Hawk couldn’t stress that enough but his actions hadn’t really made that clear in the past.

“So that’s it yeah? I let you back in my life and suddenly I have to trust you not to leave? Not to slam the door in my face? Not to drop me like a bag of potatoes again?” You questioned him.

“I needed you and you weren’t there.” You frustratedly disclosed with him.

“I wasn’t there when I had to be. I’ve got so much lost time to make up for, that’s if you’ll let me. I know I wasn’t there, and that is really suffocating me with regret. You did everything for me Y/N. You never left my side, even when all the popular girls wanted to be your friend, you shook them off and stuck by me. I treated you like shit and I’m so sorry.” Now this was the side of Eli that you hadn’t been familiar with for a very, very long time.

“I guess it’s true what they say when you don’t know what you have until it’s gone, right?” You asked him.

“That quote is gonna haunt me for the rest of my life.” From then it was silence. It didn’t feel awkward, yet it just didn’t feel peaceful either.

“I’m willing to forgive this, to try and come to terms with the new you just as long as you promise me one thing-“ Before you could finish the sentence, the front door opened and shut.

“Honey are you home?” Hawks mom called out, and your eyes widened. You hadn’t seen his mom in forever.

“Eli?” She went to call again, but stopped dead in her tracks when she realised you were sat next to him.

“Well god have mercy on me, Y/N? What are you doing here?” She excitedly rushed over and embraced you. The women who was there for every bullshit excuse your ‘parents’ had. It was your turn to feel bad now, because when you lost Eli, you hardly ever spoke to his mom.

“Hi Momma M.” You smiled as the hug lasted as long as it possibly could.

“I can’t believe you’re here! How are you? How’s your dad?” She asked and you gulped.

“I’m okay, he kinda up and left, got married to a women in Dubai.” You told her.

“He’s always been such a goddam slime ball.” She scoffed, quickly brushing that off and letting her calm demeanour take over. It seemed that everyone you knew, had the exact same opinion on your ‘dad’, even before you knew he was going to be permanently out of your life.

“Don’t worry, I beat the crap out of a punching bag.” Your comment made her chuckle, but that would never stop her from worrying about you.

“I’m not gonna ask questions as to why you two are even in the same room right now, but I’d really appreciate if you stayed long enough for us to have a chat Y/N. You’re a good kid, like the daughter I never had. I’ve missed you.” She smiled.

“Don’t worry, let’s go have a catch-up.” She brought you through to the kitchen and poured you a cold orange juice, leaving Hawk to wander about in his feelings in the living room.

“I know what happened between you two.” She began and you chuckled.

“Thought you weren’t gonna ask questions Momma M.” You took a sip of your drink with a slight smirk.

“Not in front of him, this is strictly girl talk.” She pointed out.

“Eli’s transformation was obviously a huge shock, and although I don’t agree with his actions, he’s still my baby, and I had to get used to everything he was doing. I let him do his own thing you know? Try to let him find himself. But believe me when I say he had one huge scolding when I found out about you and him.” His mom admitted to you.

“Me coming here today, was because he didn’t want me suffering through the night with sore hands.” You told her.

“And something as simple as that, means a lot to him. You trusted him enough to come back here Y/N. That’s a start.” She wasn’t on anyone’s sides, she just wanted what was best for you both.

“I suppose I didn’t really wanna go back to a dark apartment.” You laughed, forgetting that she didn’t know.

“That deadbeat isn’t helping you with the apartment anymore is he? That’s why you have no electricity.” Eli’s mom couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“I’ve never wanted sympathy, you know that. I don’t want people feeling bad for me.” You sighed.

“I don’t care Y/N, you’re gonna go pack up your stuff and you’re gonna come and stay here.” She was completely serious.

“I can’t just do that, not after everything with Eli. I can’t intrude on you, this is your home not mine.” You were so appreciative of this women, but the offering made you feel bad.

“You’ve never known how to take anything offered to you. Remember Y/N, I’ve known you since you were a little bump on your mom’s belly.” You couldn’t help but wrap your arms around her.

“That’s if it’s alright with you?” His mom said and you turned around to see Hawk watching.

“I don’t think I could want anything more.” He smiled lightly. You walked over to him, and for the first time in forever, you hugged him. He was hesitant at first, but was quick to wrap you in a tight embrace. Hawk never wanted this moment to end.

“You can have the guest bedroom, or maybe share a room with Eli when you get married one day? You can have any room you want apart from mine.” His mom said excitedly as the two of you were still hugging.

“Long shot for marriage Mom!”

“You’ve gotta promise me, that you and I won’t forget this, but we will forgive this. We got over the bullying, we can get over this. Okay?” You held up your little finger, he hooked his over yours as you two sealed the pack with a pinky promise.

“We can do this.” And you couldn’t help the chuckle that fell from your lips as his mom squealed in his excitement.

Maybe things were gonna change for the good rather than the bad this time.

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Somebody’s Baby

Shelby Sister & Fluff.

Y/N opened the door and quietly stepped inside by walking on her toes. She basked in the warmth of the house as she locked the old, rusty door and set her purse on the hook, making sure to count the shoes at the entrance. It was a habit she picked out from a young age, to count her sibling’s shoes when she got home. She can't recall when exactly she picked out the habit but it was a way to make sure that each and everyone of them were safe in their home, even as adults. 

As she finished counting the shoes she finally let out a content breath. Her eyes closed as she leaned into the wall and a smile slapped itself across her face.

Thomas Shelby was still awake when he heard the front door shut. It was late but the tapping sound on his newly torn window couldn't let him sleep. The man slept through bullet showers in France but lost sleep over the sounds his windows made. Even so, his sister was out and he liked to remain alert just to be sure she got home safely. A sigh escaped him as he watched her count the shoes that littered the entrance, turning into an amused smirk. She turned right back around, leaned with her head against the wall and welcomed in a smile that soon turned into a childish giggle. She quickly placed her fingers on her lips, delicately brushing over them, something truly out of a scene from those romantic films.

“I take it you're smitten over him?” Tommy laughed, watching her jump slightly startled. “When have you ever said the word smitten?” You said, head remaining pressed against the wall. “Since Ada dragged me to see that bloody awful film.” You both laughed quietly at that. She had the worst taste in pictures. 

“Oh I see,” she said pushing herself off the wall, “and here I was wondering what had you tipping your cap at women on the streets.” He laughed at that, “No, no. I’ve always done that, Y/N-“ her laugh cut him off, “Yes, of course! Ever the gentleman, Mr. Shelby.” She bowed her head in mockery and his eyes twinkled at her.

She was the youngest Shelby and by far the most loved.

She sat down as he poured her some whisky, “Are you gonna tell me his name?” She shook her head and stared at the drink intently. “You'll just scare him away,” she looked up at his big eyes, so much like their mother’s. 

“You know I wouldn't do that to you.”

“I know, I just-” she sighed and rested her head on her free hand, “I just don’t want to get my hopes up.” Tommy stared at her hoping that his eyes communicated all the things he wanted her to know. “A name is not needed. A name’s a name.” She referred to her own, of course. Whenever anyone heard the Shelby name they immediately assumed the worst. Said her brothers were scum, her father a deadbeat, and all just tooth, rotting criminals. If they could only see through her eyes how unbelievably wrong they were. No matter the amount of dirt they dragged in the house, or the amount of times they trotted through the door soaked in blood, Y/N saw her brothers as good people trying to deal the cards they were given. Always turning a blind eye to every ilegal bidding, but never entirely naïve of their ways.

Tommy worried for his sister and often joked that she had to have been raised by another family. She loved to read and was practically self taught after befriending the book store owner. She got lost in the yellowing pages of books she found and then rambled on for days about the character’s antics. Unfortunately, this made her an easy target at school. They mocked and kicked her, leaving the young girl friendless and lonely, so she befriended the adults. An “old soul” Polly had called her. So when he heard of her date the evening he promised to not get in the way, just content in seeing his baby sister building a life for herself. 

“Is he at least a good man?” He asked.

“He treats me well.” She smiled.

He huffed, “Well is not good enough.” Her eyes crinkled at her brother and tilted her head to the side, “He respects me and buys me flowers. Those pretty ones I like from the market.” Her tired eyes twinkled for the first time in her life making her look younger, a look Tommy wished he could see more. 

Arthur came trodding down the stairs in a tired manner, arms swinging to his sides, only to stop at the bottom and stare at his two siblings. “Oi!” He raised both arms in disbelief, “nobody tells me fuckin’ anything, eh?” They chuckled at him. Y/N shushed him and extended her hand for him to take. “Oh hush Arthur, this was improvised.”

“Yeah I bet, improvised, yeah.” He kissed the top of her head and sat down beside her as Tommy poured him a glass. “You had a date tonight, didn’t ya’?” She nodded. 

“Apparently he treats her well and buys her flowers.” Tommy said in sarcastic tone making Arthur raise his brows. “Flowers, eh? He buys ya’ flowers.” 

“He does and he’s good and that’s all you need to know.” She said definitively making him chuckle.

“You know I bought flowers for this girl once,” he started, making his sister face him completely, “she was a pretty, little thing so I bought her flowers.” Tommy let out a laugh, “Oh fuck I remember this.”

“Anyway, I’m walking over to her house, really excited and all cause y’know how could she not like flowers? I tripped on the fuckin’ sidewalk, landed on horse shit, scraped my bloody, fuckin’ knees,” she let out a squeal at her brother’s misery, “The flowers were already battered and ruined, but I pushed through.” He took a long pause and she stared at him, gesturing with her hands for him to continue the story. “And well that’s that. Turns out she was allergic to them flowers. Head grew two sizes and I had to pay for the hospital bill. Her mum still flips me off every time she sees me.” Tommy and Y/N laughed. He had the worst fucking luck. 

He chuckled at her laughter, always said it was the most joyous thing he’d ever heard. Arthur also had immense respect for her and often thought that he was forever indebted to her.

He would never forget one specific incident, which he never brings up, but it still plagues him every time he sees her. One night after a couple of rounds at the Garrison, Arthur stumbled into the house knocking everything in his path. He entered the living room and quickly plopped down on the couch beside her sulking figure. He rambled on drunkenly about a woman he had met and how Tommy had managed to seduce her. He rambled as his little sister took him to the bath and helped him in his drunken state. She fed him, stroked his hair, and tucked him in as if he were a kid. But Arthur failed to see the look in her eyes, the tears that raised down her youthful cheeks, and the way her hands trembled as she laced her fingers through his hair. He failed to notice the red sheets and how she could barely walk while dragging him from room to room. He failed to notice the way she selflessly helped him after having been raped on the alley just beside their house. As quickly as the thought came into his mind it went, leaving a ghostly smile on his rugged face.

And in came Finn through the door with an excited smile seeing his siblings at the table. “Oh! And where have you been?” She asked as he kissed her cheek and taking the whisky from her hands. “Been around. Might have dropped by the pictures.” He had a tantalising smile on his face as his sister widened her eyes at him. “Might have eavesdropped on your date.”

“Okay, okay! Spill Finn-boy.” Arthur said excitedly as her gathered more glasses to fill with whisky. 

“Finn stop! You did not-“

“I did too. Interesting choice my dear sister.” She narrowed your eyes at him as the newly poured whisky touched her tongue. “Not as interesting as your choice in ladies Finn. Multiple, might I add.”

The room roared in every direction, a symphony of Shelbys asking questions and laughing. Something so rarely seen because, really, it was only reserved for late nights like these. And their smiles all reserved for you and you only. Finn was the only one who truly knew where his sister was and with whom. After all, he was good friends with he man who dared to ask her out.

Little did her eldest brothers know but just as little Y/N Shelby closed the door and leaned against the wall, Isiah Jesus had done just the same as he watched her enter the Shelby household. His head had rested against the door, cheeks flushed and eyes full of life. He had adored the girl ever since he could remember, becoming completely helpless at the sight of her youthful cheeks and kind eyes. 

As the teasing conversation continued, Polly peaked her head through the kitchen door. She had been awoken by laughter, which was a relief to the countless nights she had woken to the sounds of bullets and screams. Her tired eyes crinkled at the four siblings. Hand making its way towards her heart and sighing a little prayer up to John and their late mother. Oh, if they could only witness this precious moment. If they could only see how protected and loved the youngest one was. 

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    Kenzie slips out of her room, quietly closing the door behind her. JJ was still asleep, cuddling into one of Kenzie's pillows with the green dinosaur squishmallow John B. gifted Kenzie last year under one arm. He looked so peaceful that Kenzie couldn't bring herself to kick him out, even though it was already eight in the morning, and she could hear her dad downstairs making breakfast.

    "Does JJ want eggs?" Shoupe asks, back turned towards Kenzie when she enters the kitchen. His daughter stops in her tracks and stares at his back. How the hell did he know? Kenzie made sure that everything was put away and that they stayed quiet all night. "You're not as sneaky as you let yourself believe, Z," Victor points out and looks at his daughter with a knowing smirk.

    "Dad, I'm so sorry," Kenzie starts to apologize, knowing she broke one of her dad's rules. Again. No boys were allowed to have sleepovers until after she was eighteen.

    "Don't apologize. I've known since the first night. If I wanted to get you in trouble, I would have," Shoupe points out, turning back to the scrambled eggs in the pan. "You're too good to that boy, you know?"

    Kenzie slides into a barstool and leans against the counter. She rolls her eyes and protests, "He just needs some extra love. You've seen the deadbeat dad he got stuck with."

    "I know. I'm just giving you shit. Now, does JJ like his eggs scrambled or over easy?" Kenzie shrugs. "You're best friends, and you don't know how he takes his eggs? Are you even best friends?" Victor jokes.

    "I'm sorry, I didn't know I had to know his damn egg order to be considered best friends. I'll demote us to acquaintances again," McKenzie sasses with a roll of her eyes. Shoupe laughs at her and dishes his eggs onto a plate.

    "You didn't want any, did you?" He asks as he takes his place next to Kenzie at the kitchen island. Kenzie shakes her head. She wasn't the biggest fan of eggs unless she was low on protein. If they had more cheese than egg, she would eat them, but the Shoupe household was out of cheese at the moment. Which Kenzie considered a crime punishable by death. "Didn't get any sleep last night?" Kenzie shakes her head again as Shoupe's phone starts to ring. He sighs when he sees the caller and answers it. McKenzie slips off her barstool and goes to grab a breakfast shake from the fridge while her dad gets called in early for work.

    He sighs and hangs up, looking at McKenzie. "I have to get going, Z. I'll see you later tonight?" Kenzie agrees and hugs her dad goodbye. He leaves the house with his plate of eggs and his ceramic coffee mug. Victor had already gotten dressed and everything he needed for his workday when he decided he had enough time for breakfast. Which, obviously, got cut short.

    Kenzie moves to the living room couch and sits on the far end, drinking her shake and scrolling through social media absentmindedly while she thinks about her plans for the day. She should probably clean up her bedroom, or she could forget that and go play with the Pouges on the water.

    She glances up from her phone when JJ sneaks downstairs, looking around for the deputy. "He's already at work, Maybank," Kenzie calls up, causing the boy to jump. She giggles and waves him over. JJ jogs over and jumps on the couch next to her. "Good morning, Sleeping Beauty."

    JJ rolls his eyes and slaps Kenzie's phone out of her hands. "What the hell, JJ?"

    "I wanted your attention," JJ shrugs, smiling at her innocently. "The fuckers have work today, so it's just you and me until three. So, what are the plans?" JJ asks, heading tilting. Kenzie rolls her eyes and picks her phone up from the ground.

    "Who said I wanted to hang out with you?" Kenzie jokes. JJ pouts and crosses his arms like a child throwing a tantrum. "I'm kidding, J." Kenzie laughs, pushing JJ's arm lightly. "I thought that I should clean my room but would rather play games," Kenzie suggests.

    "I say we play games all day," JJ inputs, causing Kenzie to giggle. Her eyes catch the Hello Kitty band-aid still stuck on his chin, heightening her giggles into a real laugh. "What?" JJ asks, forgetting the bandaid is stuck there.

    "You have a kitty on your face," She laughs. JJ's hand slaps the plaster and starts to giggle as well. "You look so stupid," Kenzie continues to laugh as JJ claws the Hello Kitty off of his face.

    "You're the one who forced me to wear it last night," JJ exclaims, rolling up the bloody band-aid and tossing it to the floor. "What's the plan, Ken?" He asks, trying to forget the way his heart melted when Kenzie kissed the wound late last night. It didn't mean anything - to either of them - but it was such an innocently sweet thing Kenzie always did to make JJ feel a little bit better.

    McKenzie rolls her eyes, picks up JJ's disgusting plaster between two fingers, and takes it to the kitchen trash can. "I'm always picking up after you disgusting idiots," Kenzie says, shaking her head as she walks back to the living room. JJ just smiles a Cheshire cat-type smile as he lounges on the couch. "Pick a game, Loser," Kenzie instructs as she plops down next to him.

    JJ starts up her game system and scrolls through her options before landing on a first-person shooter he knew he'd beat Kenzie at. As she takes the remote, JJ grabs her legs and sets them on his own. She squeals slightly as she gets pulled closer to him, practically sitting in his lap. When given a questioning look from Kenzie, he just shrugs and starts the game. He just needed a little extra physical love this morning.

    The two yell and push each other when the opposite kills them during their numerous rounds. Kenzie's tongue sticks out the corner of her mouth as she concentrates on the game in front of her. JJ takes notice when he glances over at her.

    Kenzie's hunched over, feet planted firmly on the ground instead of over his legs after he brutally killed her. The controller is clutched tightly in her hands as if the pressure she hit the buttons with would make the attacks hit JJ harder. Her tongue pokes out, and her eyes squint at the screen in concentration. JJ could feel his heart pick up in pace as a smirk spreads across McKenzie's face.

    "Bomb! Headshot, Maybank," Kenzie cheers, jumping up from her seat and doing a small victory dance in front of JJ. He forces the smile that creeps across his face down as Kenzie continues to dance. She was so happy that she won against JJ that she was practically glowing. Her smile spread so far across her face that her chin dimple appears.

    At this point, JJ knew there was something else besides beers and not eating causing his upset stomach. But it didn't hit him until Kenzie turned to face him, smiling wide and eyes bright, that the feeling came up, and he felt like he needed to throw up. Kenzie was one of the most beautiful people JJ's ever had the pleasure to have in his life. Both inside and out. But was he going to confront these feelings? He's JJ Maybank. Of course he won't.

    "I let you win," JJ pouts, crossing his arms and leaning back into the couch. Kenzie giggles and jumps on the couch next to him, knees tucked under her. JJ rolls his head to the side and glares at Kenzie. Her eyes glisten with victory as she stares back at the boy.

    "You didn't let me win; you got distracted," Kenzie points out. She obviously saw JJ staring and used that to her advantage. He wasn't as sneaky as he liked to think he was. Drool was practically flooding out of his mouth as he looked her over. Kenzie was a little flattered that JJ got distracted by her, but it also made her stomach clench.

    "Yeah? By what, Ken?" JJ prompts, sitting up so he's even with Kenzie. Something was yelling at him to lean in, to make a move on his best friend. JJ knew he shouldn't, but the urge to kiss those pretty pink lips grows the longer he looks at them.

    "My unfathomable beauty," Kenzie teases, leaning closer to JJ unconsciously. JJ smirks and glances down at Kenzie's lips again. They just looked so fucking kissable right now. Kenzie's tongue pokes out and licks the soft skin, egging JJ on more.

    Kenzie can feel JJ's breath fan across her face as they slowly gravitate towards each other. This was wrong on so many different levels. They were best friends, and there was the no-Pouge-on-Pouge macking rule. But being this close and this intimate was causing both teens to get upset stomachs and throw caution to the wind.

    The garage door swings open harshly, and the deputy follows soon after, carrying his empty dishes and looking around frantically for something. Kenzie jumps to the opposite side of the couch while JJ leans back into the soft sofa cushions casually. As if they weren't about to kiss.

    "What are you looking for, Dad?" Kenzie asks, scratching the back of her neck. Shoupe takes one look at the teens and rolls his eyes. They looked like love-sick puppies who longed for the other's sole attention.

    "I got to the station and realized I left my badge at home. Have you seen it?" Victor asks, still looking in the kitchen.

    "You didn't have it this morning, so it's probably still upstairs, in your room, on your dresser," Kenzie says, knowing exactly where Shoupe keeps his personal belongings. He sighs out a thank you and goes to retrieve it. The teens stay silent and avoid all eye contact.

    This had got to be the most embarrassing situation Kenzie has ever been in. It was getting hotter in the room by the second, and Kenzie and JJ continue to ignore the other's presence in stiff silence.

    Kenzie's dad yells down that he's found as he trots down the stairs. He places a quick kiss on his daughter's head and eyes JJ suspiciously before bidding his goodbyes and running out the door. The friends continue to sit in silence, staring at the floor, before Kenzie breaks the silence.

    "Are we going to talk..."

    "No," JJ answers curtly and picks up a remote. "Let's just play." Kenzie agrees silently and goes back to fighting JJ, who won't let up on the poor girl.

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Oops Pt. 2

Jason Roberts (SVU) x Fem!Reader

Part one here!

Here it is! It's kinda jumpy but I hope yall enjoy it! Tagging my love @glassbxttless for all your help with this and the fact it's dedicated to you!

TW: Smut, Alcohol, Drugs, Food, lots of Crying, mentions of abuse, mentions of Death, pregnancy, babies, swearing

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You hiss when the cold jelly gets smeared on your stomach, you’re fucking pregnant, test after test after fucking test and you’re pregnant. You booked an appointment with Planned Parenthood as soon as they would let you and made Jason come with. They confirmed with a blood test that yes indeed you we’re pregnant and about 5ish weeks along at that point. You both looked at each other and the nurse could see the panic between you too. She sent you home with a stack of pamphlets as thick as your arm and assured you that you have options, even if you needed to make them quick.

That was 3 weeks ago when your bras still fit you, this isn’t your first ultrasound but the jelly never gets any better no matter how much you prepare. Jason is here, he’s insisted on coming to every appointment. He was clingy before but ever since you found out he’s been even worse. Watching the cameras and your location more so then before and having you facetime him whenever you’re out of the apartment. Clingy.

-

You’re at 12 weeks now and your monkey is about as big as a lime and really fucking with everything they can. You’re showing now, now matter how many layers or flowy dresses you put on, and between the cravings and the aversions (Chocolate is a go but for some reason tacos make you gag) you’ve put on a few pounds. Jason loves it, after the shock wore off and you both decided to keep it, always wanting kids but never knowing when. It just. Felt right. He picked up on your moods and cravings just as well as he did before and the fact your chest is so big now you cant even wear a bra is a plus. You’ve lost count of the amount of times you’ve been woken up with Jason between your thighs as soon as he’s home from work, or when he gently fucks you awake, big hand covering your whole bump and cooing praise in your ear before filling you with cum and letting you get the sleep you need. You’re both adjusting and determined to ‘keep you safe babygirl’ Jason got a promotion with a healthy wage and he’s kept you cooped up at home where he can watch you and his monkey.

-

“I’m so sorry you have to grow up without a Daddy monkey.” You’re gently rubbing your bump as you walk down the street, en route to your old apartment. The one right across the hall from Jason used to live, where his mom still lives.

“He’s just so dumb for telling grandma I’m going to kill him before you’re born I’m sure of it.” You don’t notice the looks from the people milling on the stairway of the building, too bust fuming at the fact Jason managed to do the one thing you asked him not to do.

Tell anyone.

You wanted to keep it until you knew the gender, maybe post something on your socials, call your family about it. Invite Estelle over for a dinner and let her know then. But nope, Jason as much as a mommas boy he is, spilled the beans a day after you asked him not to. Causing you to make your way to the old building for a ‘baby-baby shower’ with his mom, with a strict “No boys allowed!’ leaving Jason a mess as you walked around New York, knowing he was never far, always watching you helped calm him down. You don’t even have to kock before Estelle is rushing you in the door, and you can’t tell if it’s the spread she has thoughtfully laid out or the hormones but you’re already crying.

There’s cute little cakes, caffeine free tea, candies, chocolate, pickles, and everything else you have possibly been craving spread all over her kitchen table, you hug her close and try to stop your tears.

“Let's get you sat down before you hurt yourself honey.” She sits you in one of her kitchen chairs and brings you a tissue, you thank her as she hands you a cup of tea and you both settle in for the afternoon celebration. She’s dipped into the brandy and brought out all of Jason’s old baby stuff she’ll be sending you home with, you’re flipping through and laughing when you stop on a picture of newborn Jason being held in a man's arms. You furrow your brow and she picks up on that. “He was an awful man you know. Beat me black and blue and Jason too.” Her words take you by surprise, Jason never talked about his dad, just that he was a deadbeat and glad he was dead.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Jason never.” She cuts you off with a soft hand on your thigh before she gently rubs the top of your belly.

“He died young you know, I-” she takes a swig of brandy before she continues. “He beat Jason so bad he broke his arm. Can you believe that? Jason wasn’t much older then 7, still a baby and that bastard broke his arm.” You’re speechless as you flick your eyes between Estelle and the photo of Jason’s father. “He was sleeping around too. Thought I didn’t know, it was the 90’s of course I fucking knew when his pager was going off at all hours. He didn’t even have a pager for work.” You sniffle and nod your head, you really had no idea, Jason never talked about his father and you let it be.

“He shoulda known better, sleeping pills and coke are a dangerous mix you know. Add in some tramp and all the clubs he was going to it was bound to happen sooner or later.” She smiles at you then and you’ve seen that same smile on Jason, recognize that smile. That’s the one he gave you after he came over and installed the first camera. Your blood runs cold for a second before you’re pulled out of your head by Estelle flipping the page and cooing at how cute Jason was taking apart his first Nintendo console.

-

20 weeks, 5 months and you’re suffering. Your hips are aching and popping, there’s this nerve in your back that keeps pinching and sometimes it’s so bad you can’t even move. You can’t even sleep a full night before the little one is moving around or you’re dying from how hot it is. You whine as Jason gets up, jostling you awake.

“Jas no, come back to bed I finally got some sleep.” You’re making grabby hands at him and he walks around to your side of the bed and pressing kisses against your hair.

“I cant baby, we’re gonna have people over for your shower and I should clean up a little.” Jason is rubbing his hand up and down your belly as he talks, settling the little one and you can feel angry tears well up in your eyes.

“Do we have to? I don’t want to Jason, please?” You can feel the tears leak out now and you’re mad, mad at him, mad at your monkey for keeping you up, mad at yourself for getting pregnant. He kisses your tears before giving you a filthy kiss and teasing his fingers over your clit that makes you gasp and forget all about how mad you just were.

“You have friends come over and we get to know whether it’s a boy or a girl. Then we get to think about names. So no. I’ll get the bath ready for ya momma.” Jason's walking away before you can pull him back and demand he makes you cum. You shut your eyes and try to get ready for this day.

The party is easy breezy, gifts were exchanged, weird games were played, and your friends organized a cute revel, filling a box with so many pink balloons and streamers, and ribbon you’re sure you’re going to find them even after your baby is born. Jason’s getting nervous again, you’ve kicked everyone out saying you’re tired and they left without complaint.

“Whats wrong Jas? I can feel you worrying from over here.” You scoot over on the couch and make room for him, he moves from where he was cleaning stuff up and drops into the seat. He’s running his hands through his hair before you pull one to your lips and kiss it. He’s lets out the breath he was holding, letting the tension drop from his shoulders as he rests his head back on the couch. Spreading his long long legs out wide, you feel the pang of arousal as you eye up his thighs, his crotch the way his adam’s apple bobs when he smiles before he letting everything out.

“What if I’m not right for you? What if I’m just like my dad? I don’t think I’m good enough to raise your ba-” you cut off his tirade by straddling his thigh and rubbing your cunt against it. You whipped off your bottoms as soon as everyone left, just in your panties and a tank as you lounged and watched Jason. His head snaps up and he whimpers when he can feel you soak through his denim already. You pull his hands up to cup your chest, sighing as you catch your clit as just the right angle and he lifts up your heavy tits, giving your back a little bit of a break.

“You’re gonna be fucking perfect Jason.” You’re getting desperate and the way Jason is looking at you like you single-handedly hung the stars in the sky is feeding your ego and your arousal. His chest is rising and falling just as fast as yours is and his cock has filled out so fast he’s light headed. You keep going, so desperate after that little tease this morning you’re already close to coming and its not fair. Jason tenses his thigh under you and you gasp. “Do that fucking again Jas. Right now.” He whines and does as he is told, as the little change helps push you over the edge and you’re cumming, soaking his jeans and hungrier than before for his cock. You weave your fingers through his hair and yank, hard.

“Take your cock out right fucking now.” He’s nodding eyes glazed over as he rushes to do what you’ve asked. You don’t let up on the death grip on his hair, covering his neck with dark hickies and bites that he’ll have to cover up when he leaves for work. You feel the trail of precum as he frees his cock from his pants and it slides up your thigh, you pull back and when you see it, so angry red and big for you you grind down onto his thigh again and moan. You’re maneuvering yourself so you can sit on Jason's cock and ever the worrier he is, he's helping. Spreading his legs wider, his hands holding your hips so you and your belly can fit against him tight on the couch that is probably too small to be doing this on.

You let go of his hair, pull his lips to yours as you finally sit down on his cock, the moan you rip from your chest is almost as pretty as Jason’s sigh.

“You’re so fucking tight for me baby girl. So fucking hot.” Jason's mouth is running and you huff, not happy he’s coherent enough to do so. You kiss him again, nipping on his bottom lip hard as you start to move. His hands are everywhere, your tits, your thighs, your back pulling you close so he can shove his tongue down your throat. You haven’t been at this long but you can feel the orgasm building right at the base of your spine, where lately it’s only hurt. It’s not long before Jason has a thumb on your clit and a nipple in his mouth. You hold him close to your chest as you bounce bounce bounce on his big dick.

“Fuck I'm gonna cum Jason. Please keep doing that.” You tilt your head back and grind yourself onto him, you’re so fucking close and you can feel from the way Jason’s pulsing inside of you he’s not too far off either. He pinches the nipple he doesn’t have in his mouth hard and that's enough to tip you over the edge, soaking his lap yet again as you cum. Thighs shaking tense as you clamp down on Jason’s length and he is right behind you. Filling you up to overflowing with his cum, messy as you both come down.

-

“JASON!” You’re frantic as you call for him,m knowing damn well he is not there. You can feel your water pool where you're standing in the kitchen. Of course the ONE DAY Jason has to go into work your water breaks. You reach for your phone that's ringing as you shift worriedly in your spot in the kitchen.

“What's wrong babygirl?” Jason’s on the other line, frantic, you can hear shouting in the back. It might be his boss but you’re starting to freak out and the first contraction hits and you wail. “Baby, talk to me, I can see you but the cameras don’t have microphones yet.”

“I- my water just broke Jas, I just had a contraction I need you here.” You’re crying, panicking and you can hear Jason huff and puffin your ear. He’s surprisingly calm on the other end as you sniffle into the phone, trying to remember those stupid breathing exercises you learned about in that Virtual birthing class you both took.

“I’m almost home love, can you get to the bag near the door?” You move, stiff and awkward but you’re moving. “Good job baby girl. Get to the bag by the door and I’m almost home. We'll get you to the hospital soon, promise.” You’re taking those deep breaths as you waddle to the door.

“Jas, how are you almost home? It takes 20 fucking-” you gasp as you feel another twinge and take big gulps of air. “You’re 20 minutes away if you take the train.” You’re puzzled as you hear him breathing heavy through the line.

“I just ran. It’s faster.” You nearly drop the phone at that.

“You did not! Jason! You are going to die!” You’re laughing and you can hear his footsteps pounding, you’re at the go bag by the door and you try to bend over to pick it up and nearly fall over. You’re still not fucking used to being this big. The door slams open as you’re resting against the wall bag as your feet and ruined clothes. Jason's there, your man, your creepy fucking neighbor who spied on you and now got your pregnant. He’s sweaty, he really did run all the way from work for you and the thought makes you want to laugh and cry at how much you fucking love him. But then another contraction hits and you're crying out in pain again. He’s picking up the bag at your feet before he’s helping you step into some slides and gently ushering you down the stairs to Estelle's car that is waiting to take you to the hospital.

One Epidural and 14 hours of labor later you have your baby girl, Delilah Stella Roberts, sleeping against your chest and Jason is trying not to cry as she has him already wrapped around her finger.

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[buckybarnesthehotshot]

v: i hate you but allie doesn’t (bucky barnes x reader)

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summary: bucky and y/n can’t stand each other, but y/n needs help with her sister’s kids (enemies to lovers au)

word count: 1903

warnings: swearing, arguing, death, and this is not proofread

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A/N: HOLY SHIT 730+ FOLLOWERS?!? My tumblr’s gonna surpass my personal insta and i’m honestly not mad abt it ily alll

       “I can help you with that,” Bucky insisted as y/n pulled several plates from the cabinets under the counter. y/n gave him a questioning look, as though asking him why she was helping him, and he continued, “if you explain to me why you have a teenager and two kids in your apartment.”

       “Touché, but it’s actually two teenagers, so ha! You were wrong about another thing,” y/n chuckled before her features softened as her gaze wandered to the closed acacia door down her hallway, “My nephew, Ethan is sulking in his room. Honestly, I can’t blame the kid,” y/n explained. With every word that spilled from her lips, Bucky found himself growing more and more curious over y/n’s current situation.

       “How’d you end up with them all in your apartment?” Bucky questioned before adding a quick, “I’m not going to say no offense because that would be a lie, but you look really tired.”

       “Gee, thanks. You sure know how to charm a lady,” y/n rolled her eyes, shoving the plates in Bucky’s hands.

      “I was quite the ladies’ man back in my time,” Bucky winked, placing the plates on top of the place mats y/n had already set on the glass table.

       “I almost forgot you were an old man,” y/n snickered, setting the silverware on the table with one hand and placing Allie in her highchair with the other arm.

       “Didn’t your parents teach you to respect elders and learn to answer questions?” Bucky raised a brow, referencing his previous question.

       “What question?” y/n spoke in confusion as she buckled Allie into the seat. The toddler giggled whilst slamming her palms against the plastic table. y/n made a note not to leave the bowl of baby food there.

       “The one where I asked how you ended up having to take care of two kids and two teenagers,” Bucky chuckled awkwardly, watching y/n struggle to open a jar of baby food. Who knew it would take one jar of baby food to defeat one of SHIELD’s greatest agents?

       Before y/n could reply, Bucky didn’t notice the kid from earlier, Jackson as he would soon learn, was seated at the table and responded for her, “Mommy’s on a trip with daddy and Livvy and Ethan are sad about it,” came his petite voice.

       Bucky, knowing damn well “on a trip” was most likely a code for something he’d encountered quite a lot, gave y/n a look. She only responded with a sad smile as she poured the contents of the jar into a bowl.

       “Jackson, tell Olivia and Ethan breakfast’s ready, please,” y/n requested, earning an eager nod from the boy before he jumped out his seat and rushed to his sister’s side.

       Bucky approached y/n, looking for more answers regarding the kids. He knew this might have been the only opportunity he had to ask y/n without the kids—with the exception of Allie who could barely understand a thing—about what happened to the kids’ parents and what role she played in the kids’ lives.

       “Please don’t tell me you killed their parents and took them in as your own. I think I saw a movie like that once. It was pretty fucked up,” Bucky chuckled but immediately stopped when he saw the way her face dropped at the mention of the kids’ parents.

       “Their mom, she was my sister. I found out a few days ago she died in a car crash and the next thing I knew, the kids were being dumped on me,” y/n spoke, eager to finally explain her situation to somebody even if that somebody was Bucky, someone she clashed with more often than not.

       “What about their dad? Surely, he should’ve been the one to deal with the kids,” Bucky questioned, his brows furrowing.

       “I don’t know where that ass is right now or what he’s doing. That deadbeat killed my sister,” y/n growled, gripping tightly onto the marble counters. Bucky had no idea what to tell her. He’d never been in a situation where he had to comfort his teammate who not only lost their sister, but had to take custody of the kids too!

       Due to Bucky’s inability to speak, and y/n having nothing else to say, they stood there in an awkward silence as y/n stacked pancakes onto the plates one-by-one and topping them with a big scoop of gelato.

       Their mother used to make the best pancakes and top them off with gelato. She and Cassy got the exact recipe which really came in handy when Jackson asked for “Pancakes, please? The way mommy makes them” when y/n asked him what he wanted for breakfast.

       After a few moments of silence, Ethan, Olivia, and Jackson joined them at the table, all silently pulling themselves a seat. Jackson didn’t know why, but whenever his big brother was in the room with his Auntie y/n, there was a somber mood cast upon the room as though there was a rule telling them not to utter a word.

       Ethan sat at the farthest end of the table, Olivia took the seat parallel to y/n’s, while her little brother took the seat next to her. Bucky, not really knowing what to do, stood there awkwardly by the countertop before y/n motioned for him to take the seat next to him where she’d also set a plate of pancakes.

       He took the seat next to her as the table fell into a state of silence while he ate away at his pancakes as y/n turned to Allie and fed her. He would never admit it to y/n, but her pancakes were beyond amazing. Never in a million years did he think to top ice cream with gelato or ice cream until that day.

       “Auntie y/n, is he your husband?” Jackson was the first to break the silence as he stared curiously at Bucky.

      “What makes you think that, buddy?” y/n chuckled awkwardly as Bucky kept his gaze to the plate of pancakes in front of him.

       “Well, daddy always sits at the table beside mommy and he’s her—” Jackson tried to explain only to get cut off by his sister sobbing, “Livvy, you okay?”

       “These pancakes taste just like mom’s! It’s the same fluffiness, same taste, and same brand of gelato for god’s sake!” she sobbed, shooting up from the table and staring down bitterly at the plate of pancakes in front of her.

       “Damn it, Liv, she’s trying to replace mom, can’t you see?” Ethan snarled before turning to face y/n, “You will never be as good as mom ever was. Yes, these pancakes taste like hers, but you won’t replace her just because she’s dead and dad’s in prison!” he cried out before bolting down the hall and back to the room he was previously shutting herself in. Olivia’s features softened a little as she saw the look of hurt on y/n’s face,

       “It’s okay, aunt y/n. I know you’re not trying to replace mom. He’ll come around,” Olivia tried to reassure y/n that through the sobs as she wrapped her arms around her. y/n just nodded slowly in response to the hug.

       “God, I wish grandma and grandpa got custody of us instead!” Ethan’s voice boomed from the room as both Allie and Jackson began crying.

       “Mommy’s dead and daddy’s going to jail?” Jackson cried, a broken expression on his face. y/n rushed to his side, wanting to lie to him and tell him Cassy was coming back, but she couldn’t. She was going to have to explain it all to Jackson some time; she just didn’t expect that time to be at 9:49 in the morning.

        “I’m sorry, buddy,” y/n’s voice broke as she wrapped her arms around the crying boy. Bucky knew he couldn’t just sit there and watch the scene unfold. He knew he had to do something; anything! He hesitantly got up from his seat and moved to the highchair where the baby—Allie—was seated as he unbuckled the seatbelt keeping her on the chair as he hesitantly lifted her up with his flesh arm.

       “Shh, it’s going to be okay. Your auntie y/n’s going to be here and your older siblings are going to be okay,” he whispered as he began cradling Allie against his chest. He didn’t know whether or not he was holding the baby right or if he should’ve been rocking her, but it worked. She calmed down as her cries turned to quiet babbles.

       Bucky nearly panicked at how quickly she became quiet in fear that he’d knocked the toddler out. He held her out again to see if she was—well, alive. She smiled up at him, her big doe e/c eyes piercing into his baby blues. Bucky Barnes was never one to care for kids—not since he became the Winter Soldier—but this was different. A baby, who he was holding in his arm, smiled up at him as she reached for his metal arm? His heart melted at the sight.

       “Otie?” she questioned him, her brows furrowing. He took a seat on the chair, not sure if he could trust himself with a baby while he stood up, before chuckling.

       “I’m not your otie y/n, kid. She’s a little busy at the moment, but I’m her much better teammate, Bucky,” he smiled down at her.

       “CKY!” she exclaimed excitedly, trying to jump up. He readjusted the way he carried her, seating her onto his lap while his hands—both metal and flesh—supported her weight to keep her from tipping over.

       “Close enough, kid,” Bucky chuckled, “So, what’s your name?” Bucky didn’t think his morning would lead to this; witnessing y/n trying to console a kid while he talked to a one-year-old.

       “Ayee!” she exclaimed, a wide smile on her face.

       “Ayee?” Bucky questioned, raising a brow at her, making Allie laugh.

       “A-yee,” Allie repeated slowly.

        “Al-lie?” Bucky questioned, his brow still raised as Allie reached for his face, smacking her hands against his eyebrows.

       “AYEE!” Allie exclaimed happily, clapping her hands to celebrate getting Bucky to correctly say her name.

     “Allie, huh? Is that your name, kid?” Bucky questioned as Allie slammed her hands against his face excitedly.

       “CKY!” she giggled as he continued making faces for the girl. Never in a million years did he think a baby would feel at ease with his present. He was learning new things that day, he shrugged.

       “You can’t be Bucky, I’m Bucky” he chuckled as Allie found herself pulling against his beard.

       “Cky!” Allie insisted.

       “No, you’re Allie. I’m Bucky,” Bucky chuckled, poking at her squishy cheek.

       “I Ayee, you Cky?” she repeated, a smile on her face.

       “Exactly,” Bucky smiled.

       “So, you’re Cky now, huh?” he turned to see y/n standing there, her nephew—whose sobbing was coming to an end—in her arms as she grinned at the sight of Bucky with her niece in his lap.

       “Only because you stink at your job here too,” Bucky scoffed.

       “Rude,” y/n mumbled to herself as she set Jackson down on his seat with a ‘you’re going to be okay, buddy’ as she picked Allie up from Bucky’s lap and set her back onto the highchair so she could continue feeding the toddler. As a matter of fact, Olivia’s sobbing even calmed down a bit as she downed the stack of pancakes her aunt prepared for her.

a/n: this chapter was brought to u by my gelato (my mom kinda got made because it was expensive but yknow a girls gotta treat herself) and me wanting ice cream 

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[abbacchiosbelt]

while digging through my writing folders i found a fic i did a long time ago for a pal featuring deadbeat dabi becoming a good dad. if you want some sickeningly sweet parenting, family bonding, and happy!todorokis, then please feel free to read this. written in early 2019, so it’s not updated to reflect any potential changes in the BNHA manga. with that said, here u go

[2019 Fic] | Bright Flame | Single Dad!Dabi & Daughter Reader

When his fling that had disappeared nine months ago showed up on his doorstep holding a baby with bright red hair and eyes that mirrored his own, Dabi felt sick. His first thought was to slam the door (and maybe scare his ex away with some flames, if she hadn’t been holding a baby) and abandon his house. She’d never find him if he left – he’d been running all his life.

But then the god damn baby had to look at him and make the smallest, cutest noise he had ever heard. Dabi didn’t do cute. Dabi didn’t do babies or children, or anyone at all, really. He didn’t make commitments and he had never, ever, planned anything in his life that wasn’t indefinite. He was young, still. He thought he’d be dead by 30, or maybe earlier. If he was honest with himself, he just didn’t care at all.

Again, the baby coos at him, this time squeezing her tiny fists together. She wasn’t scared of his appearance, which surprised him. Most kids cowered in fear when he shot a glance in their direction. This baby, though, was keenly interested. His baby?

Only seconds had passed but it felt like years to him. Why the hell did she even bother coming here with this… this thing that might not be his. (Fuck, he was in denial. The stupid baby looked just like him, down to the lax facial expression all he and his siblings wore.) Finally, his fling spoke up.

“I need your help.” She was blunt, as always. Maybe a little too blunt, because Dabi had been unable to stay away from her, unlike his other flings. One day she just disappeared and never bothered to contact him again, but he didn’t care. He never did. She’d see right through him if he tried to play this off as anything but what it really was, but he couldn’t admit to it.

“With what?” Lax, uninterested. The same persona he always wore as armor.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Have you seen our daughter’s eyes?”

Our daughter. He laughs, the anxiety rising in his chest telling him to run.

“I’m not the only one you were fucking.” He says, and her face turns dark.

“You were. You can’t hide from this, Dabi.” She pulls out his last name with a hiss. Bold enough that again, Dabi wouldn’t mind torching her had she not been holding a baby. Even he still had some morals. And who the fuck was she to be scolding him? She was the one that disappeared without a word. (The sinking feeling in his stomach told him exactly why, but he wouldn’t admit it.)

“Whatever.” He goes to shut the door, but she shoves her foot in the frame to stop him. The baby is closer than ever to him – she was dressed in a onesie that resembled a black cat, a stark contrast to her features. Looking this closely, he couldn’t deny the resemblance. The baby smiles at him.

“Listen. You don’t have to raise her, but you sure as hell better provide for her.” It’s not a question, and Dabi very well knows that his fling could just as easily kill him with her quirk. Before, it had been part of foreplay for them, the thrill of the pain. Now, it was just pissing him off.

“Why?”

She gives him another dark look. The baby, though, is still smiling at him while she waves her fists in the air.

“She’s your kid, asshole.”

Dabi’s sympathy for other people is non-existent. Sure, maybe he’d prevent himself from killing kids, but he didn’t really care about them. But he knew as well as anyone what having a bad childhood meant – what having an abusive and absent father meant. He’d always been the strong one for his siblings, acting out so he’d receive punishment instead of them. He wore it like a badge of honor, crumbling from his chest when he finally ran away. (He always pushed the guilt away.)  

He can’t deny the pull in his chest. He’s not sure what it is – familial connection? Fear? It’s a yearning feeling he can’t place, but it’s slowly chipping away at his resolve. The baby won’t stop smiling at him and he can’t look away, look into those same eyes that his father once saw and had no trouble hurting. He wasn’t made for something like this. But maybe, just maybe, keeping her away from him would be the best option. He’d give his fling money, make sure the kid was fed and clothed.

He wouldn’t become his father, at the very least.

He sighs, and finally meets the gaze of his ex. “Fine. But I’m not raising her.”

---

Dabi is annoyed, then, when his ex shows up again a few months later, holding… the baby. The word daughter still felt wrong on his tongue. She has a look on her face that tells him this is absolutely not where she wants to be, and he feels the familiar pit of anxiety he gets around the kid forming.

“You need to watch her. My babysitter flaked on me.” She thrusts forward the large bag she has in her hand to him, and he gives it a look like it’s going to kill him. The baby giggles.

“What?” He tries to hide the panic in his voice. She can’t be fucking serious. He doesn’t know what to do, and he sure as hell doesn’t like or know how to take care of kids, even if this one is annoyingly cute. His ex gives him a withering stare, his daughter now flapping her arms excitedly in his direction. He hadn’t held her yet, he hadn’t been too keen on it and his ex didn’t push it, but he would have to now. Fuck.

“Fine.” He scoffs, lifting his arms towards his daughter. His ex gives the baby a kiss and a goodbye before she gingerly passes her over. He holds her for the first time with a stunned expression, her blue eyes looking back into his with curiosity.

“So,” his ex starts, snapping him out of it. “There’s a list in the bag of her routine and everything you’ll need. My number is in there too.”

She looks at the baby longingly before meeting his eyes. “She’s an easy baby. Please, just give it a chance. And thanks.”

He feels a mild pain on his cheek and glances down to realize the baby is tugging at one of his staples, eyes wide with fascination. Great. His ex stifles a laugh, but he can see the smirk under her hand.

“I’ll be back around 10 P.M.” She leans forward and tousles their daughter’s hair. “Be good for your daddy, sweetheart.”

Dabi’s stomach constricts at the word daddy. He may have used that word other times, but he never thought it’d be in this particular situation. He grunts a goodbye to his ex and turns back to enter his apartment, diaper bag and daughter in tow. He drops the bag unceremoniously on the floor the second the door shuts and heads to the living room, plopping down on the couch with his daughter. Before he held her with one arm, but he experimented by cradling her with both. It felt… nice.

“So.” He says, immediately feeling stupid. How the hell were you supposed to talk to kids? Especially one that was yours? His daughter blinks in response and places her tiny hand on the scarred part of his cheek. Cute. “Daddy’s not scary to you, huh?”

The emotion he feels when his daughter smiles at his voice, his child, is hard for him to accept. He wants to push it away as a fluke – a temporary emotion just this once. But the longer she stares at him, the more she gently pats his face and doesn’t recoil, makes him feel a tug in his heart. Maybe he shouldn’t be involved, maybe he should try to stay away after this. No matter what, though, he was going to protect her.

A tug on two staples this time makes him wince, but he tries not to flinch. His daughter just giggles at him again. He sticks out a tongue at her and she giggles even harder, little eyes crinkling up in joy.

“Think I look funny?” He scrunches his face up and she laughs even harder. He tries not to feel disgusted when he sees the drool running down her chin from laughing. Well. He was funny, so he was proud he could make her laugh. It dawns on him that he has no idea what else to do. He couldn’t make funny faces for hours.

He supposes he should actually look in the diaper bag. He’s torn for a moment – does he put her on the couch? What if she rolls off? If he hands her back with a bump on her head, his ex might kill him on the spot. Was it okay to put babies on the floor? It’ll only be for a second… Nervously, he places her on the floor and waits for a reaction. She just opens her eyes wide and looks around from her new perspective.

Okay. Daddy Dabi, 1 – or so he thinks, until his daughter starts sniffling loudly the moment he’s out of sight. He scrambles to grab the bag and rushes back to the living room, letting out a breath when she stops crying when her eyes wander to him.

(He vaguely remembers Shoto acting similarly as an infant. He wasn’t around for long after he was born, but Shoto liked to have someone near him. He only cried when he was left alone. Fortunately, and not, for Shoto, he was Endeavor’s greatest creation so he wouldn’t have to experience the lonely infancy he and his siblings experienced.)

He places the bag on the couch and zips it open before gently picking her back up, fighting back a smile when she makes a happy cooing noise. While she busies herself with his staples again, he digs through the bag and finds the note. It’s simple enough, though he looks at the chilled lunchbox inside holding her baby bottles with disdain.

He turns his attention back to her when she gurgles and watches with renewed disgust as more drool runs down her chin. (He supposed she wasn’t that gross, compared to his coworkers. Shigaraki was a walking pile of blood and dust.)

“You’re making a mess, kid. Ya just got here.” He tries, feeling content when she smiles. Okay, maybe he didn’t have to do shitty baby talk. She seemed to like it when he talked at all, so he’d say whatever bullshit came to his mind, as per usual. Luckily, his ex had provided several washrags in the diaper bag. Cleaning her off proved to be a challenge as she tried to chomp on the washrag, much to Dabi’s amusement. Children were strange. If this wasn’t his child, he’d hate it.

He watches with interest when she yawns and closes her eyes – people weren’t this vulnerable around him often. Especially when they were this close to him. He stays as still as possible when he realizes she’s fallen asleep, head tucked into his shoulder.

The rest of the night passes with ease – she sleeps for two hours. Dabi was able to fish his phone out of his pocket while she slept, watching quiet videos to pass the time. (Maybe taking a picture. Maybe taking a few pictures.)

He’s also disappointed when he gets a text from his ex saying she’ll be off way earlier than expected. He doesn’t have the words to reply back that he’d be fine watching their daughter for longer and just sends a ‘k’ back in defeat. His daughter continues to sleep soundly until the soft knock at the door rouses her out of sleep, her tiny arms stretching in his.

“Your mom is here, kiddo.” She babbles in reply and reaches to grab his nose. She lets out a tiny noise of surprise when she touches the cold metal of his piercings, repeating the tugging action she had tried on his staples earlier.

“Don’t think you’re old enough for those yet,” Dabi says, rewarded with another tiny giggle. He reluctantly gets up to answer the door. His ex smiles at him (no, the baby) and he watches as his daughter lights up upon seeing her mom. He feels jealous, if only for a moment. He hands her to her mom and crosses his arms.

“How was she?” His ex replies, bouncing their daughter in her arms.

“Easy, like you said.”

“Aww, Daddy’s fun, huh?” He hopes she can’t see the tint on his cheeks, her words making his stomach twist. He didn’t know anything, really. He didn’t know how the future would turn out. For now, he only knew that he couldn’t pretend to not be a dad any longer.

“Thanks again, Dabi.” His ex gives him a small smile, easily slinging the diaper bag over her shoulder when he hands it over.

“Yup. I don’t mind.” He glances down at his feet. Why was he being so fucking weird about this? Just tell her, Dabi. “I would do it again, I guess.”

She raises an eyebrow at the ‘I guess’, but doesn’t call him out on it. His daughter is back to staring at him with her eyes open wide.

“Say bye to Daddy, honey.” She puts a hand under the baby’s arm and gently makes her wave. Dabi waves back and pauses before taking a step forward. He presses a chaste kiss to the top of her head, surprised by the light floral smell.

He had to do one more thing – he never knew when it would be his last day. He wasn’t ready for this, maybe, but he wanted to say it at least once. He cleared his throat before leaning down near his daughter’s ear.

“I love you.” It’s quiet, and she pulls his hair, but it was enough for now. His ex is smiling when he stands back up.

“I’ll contact you soon, okay? She’ll miss you.”

With that, she turns around, leaving Dabi to consider what the hell his life was about to become.

---

The next few years fly by with his daughter. He’s busy with League work, but he sets aside time to send with her. His ex willingly let Dabi watch her on Sundays, his daughter telling animated stories when Mom picked her up as she grew older.

She looked so similar to Dabi that it frightened him – reminded him of who he used to be. Still, he loved her and took caution to protect her from his past. He wanted to tell his siblings, but their reconciliation was strained enough. He also didn’t want Endeavor to find out. If his dad, no, that man, ever laid hands on his child he’d be dead in a moment.

A few months after his daughter turns five, his ex turns up on his doorstep looking downright awful. His daughter is next to her, a large suitcase sitting behind her. Shit.

His ex breaks down, telling Dabi that she can’t do it anymore, that he can’t take care of their daughter. He’s downright fuming that she’s saying this in front of their daughter, oblivious to how she feels. She says she’ll be back, but he doesn’t believe her. He ushers his daughter inside before his ex scars her even further and tells her to get the fuck out of his doorway.

Back inside, he and his daughter are silent. She stares at the floor and nervously shuffles her feet before looking up at him with sad eyes.

“Does Mommy hate me?” Her voice cracks and she lets out a sniffle.

Goddammit. He never wanted his child to feel like this.

He kneels next to her and takes both of her hands in his. “No, sweetie. She’s just… sick right now, and has to get better. Okay? Daddy will take care of you.”

She sniffles again before putting her arms out for a hug, starting to cry when Dabi wraps his arms around her. He holds her until she stops, promising that they can have a special treat once her room is set up.

He’s scared as hell. He couldn’t do this either, but unlike his ex, he wasn’t going to run away. Not again.

When she finally goes to sleep, Dabi makes a phone call that he’s about five years late on.

“Shoto, I need your help.”

---

Despite their fractured relationships, the Todoroki siblings become quickly enamored with his daughter, even if it meant dealing with Dabi. He can’t blame them, of course. He’s a piece of shit, but his daughter is cute as hell. Smart, too. He tries to hide their relation to her at first, claiming they were just good friends.

The lie is quickly revealed, though, when his daughter points out how similar they all look. His siblings give him a look like he was the biggest idiot in the world for even trying to hide it. His daughter loves all of them, but she clearly plays favorites with Uncle Sho. Dabi wonders why – Shoto is quiet, still not as outgoing as Fuyumi and Natsuo.

Uncle Sho, though, is his daughter’s idol, much to Dabi’s annoyance. He can’t be too angry though – Shoto’s status as a Pro Hero afforded his daughter the chance to attend a nice private school. It grated on him, though, that he couldn’t act as a father figure in public life. He was still a villain, and villains didn’t just walk around the daytime with their children.

His daughter didn’t mind, though. Despite her love for Uncle Sho, she was still a daddy’s girl and hung on to every word he said. It wasn’t a surprise when she picked up his colorful vocabulary, much to his amusement. Paired with Shoto’s sarcasm rubbing off on her and his blunt nature, she had become quite the little firecracker.

He was worried, then, when she became distant after her 10th birthday. He was a pretty lax dad, all things considered. He let her figure things out on her own while keeping a careful eye on her, and much preferred the fun part of parenting rather than discipline, which his siblings sometimes delved out.

He wondered if it was because she was quirkless, although his questions were met with a blank stare. Maybe this is just what 10-year-old girls acted like? (Especially ones raised by an unfiltered parent with a sarcastic aunt and uncles.)

---

The doll her Uncle Sho had bought her for her 10th birthday was so intricate that she didn’t even want to play with it. Her Dad might lovingly tease her about it (“What’s the point of a gift if you don’t use it?”), but she wanted to cherish it. She didn’t own many toys – she preferred playing outside, or doodling. She didn’t even like dolls most of the time, but the intricate black dress and the interesting face the doll had enamored her.

Maybe she could play with the hair, just a bit. Then she’d set it up on her bookshelf and nestle it next to her favorite books.

She gently pulled the doll into her lap and admired the dress. Maybe Uncle Sho would buy her a dress to match! The daydream of a pretty dress was interrupted by a strange feeling in her hands. They felt itchy, and there was an unusual heat building under her fingertips. She knew about quirks – it was impossible not to. Her dad and Uncle Sho had let her down gently that she was quirkless, though the look on their faces had alerted her that there was something they left out of the conversation.

She was jealous, though. Her dad had beautiful and vibrant blue flames, while her Uncle Sho had bright red flames and the ability to create sparkling ice. Over the years she would try to imitate them, throwing her hands out and hoping that something would come out. And yet, the only thing she ever found was disappointment.

The smell of something burning snapped her out of her daydream. In a panic, she looked down to find the beautiful doll alight with bright, light blue flames. Shit. She ruined her birthday present. Wait. Flames? She didn’t have time to figure out what exactly was happening as she realized those same flames were licking painfully up her skin. She threw the doll to the ground and stomped on it until the flames were extinguished, letting out a hiss at the stinging pain on her hands.

Worse, she heard the familiar thump of her dad’s boots coming down the hallway. There hadn’t been much smoke, but the smell of burning plastic and fabric was strong.

“You okay, kiddo? What the hell is that smell?”

“N-nothing, Dad!” She shoves the charred doll under her bed and scrambles to get under the covers to hide her red skin before her Dad comes into her room. The door opens with a creak and her dad poked his head in, raising an eyebrow at her.

“You havin’ a bonfire in your room?” He asks. She glances at him with a panicked expression, realizing some of the ashes from the doll are still on the floor.

“I-I didn’t mean to! I, um, just wanted to…” She trails off, trying to think of a good excuse. She thought back to the way her Dad almost looked relieved that she didn’t have his quirk. Was it bad? Well, maybe it wasn’t bad to keep her newfound ability a secret for now.

“I was playing with the matches.” She gives him her best puppy dog eyes, and he shakes his head before coming to sit on the side of her bed.

“Didn’t I tell you if you wanted to burn some shit to just ask your old man?” He gives her a lazy smile before playfully letting out a spark of his blue flame from his hand.

“Uncle Sho says you shouldn’t do that!”

“Uncle Sho wouldn’t know fun if it bit him in the ass.” She opens her mouth in shock before laughing at her Dad’s expression. From what she learned about her other classmate’s parents; her Dad was… unique. She loved him, though, more than anything. She felt a little guilty for keeping a secret from him.

“Gonna take a nap, princess?” He motions to her bundled up form, and she nods from beneath the comforter. (Strangely, she felt burning hot already.) She doesn’t really want to nap… but maybe a break from thinking would be nice. Her Dad leans and places a kiss on her forehead, making her nose wrinkle up when he blows a raspberry instead.

“Daddy!” His face lightens at the word – she noticed he always crinkles his eyes up when she calls him that.

“That’s what you get for not letting me burn stuff with you.” He ruffles her bright red hair – thick and unruly now – before standing up and re-tucking her into the sheets. “Your aunt and uncles want to take their cute little niece for another birthday dinner, so we’re gonna go out when you wake up.”

Her face lights up – another birthday dinner? More ice cream for her. The thought of her new quirk is buried away for the moment, falling away when she closes her eyes and drifts off into a nap, barely registering her Dad saying he loves her.

---

Dabi is more offended than he lets on the first time his daughter groans and says he’s embarrassing her. She’s 13 now and acting exactly as he did at that age – a moody brat. Unfortunately for him, her sarcasm had grown even sharper. She’s still his baby girl, though.

She had always been clingy – and with what his bitch of an ex had done, he couldn’t blame her. He didn’t know shit about kids, so becoming her best friend rather than a parent was his choice. Maybe he spoiled her too much, or maybe he was too casual with her. His annoying siblings constantly reminded him of that, but they didn’t have kids, and they always shut up when his daughter behaved despite her attitude.

He is annoyed when her socks keep mysteriously disappearing – and why the house always smells burnt. He hopes it’s not him, and begrudgingly started to clean more vigilantly. Despite her bratty nature, his daughter still helped around the house, at least acknowledging the fact she still respected him. He supposed it was about time for her to explore some independence. She’s a hell of a lot smarter than he was at that age.

He’s not surprised then, after the hell that was a 13-year old daughter, that a 14-year old daughter was an even bigger challenge. She doesn’t necessarily act out – but sometimes she treats him with a coldness that makes him hurt. At least she still told him he loved her, something he hadn’t said for a very long time until his daughter appeared on his doorstep.

When she walks in the door with a piercing in her nose, he just laughs. Of course, his daughter would do something like this. The look of surprise on her face amuses him when he just shrugs and says it looks nice. He does offer to take her to his preferred parlor next time. If she was going to rebel (just like he did), she should at least be safe.  

His siblings are annoyed at his reaction, but he knows that his daughter exactly like him in every way possible. He wouldn’t let her walk the path that he took, a path he took out of desperation and hatred, but he would let her make her own choices. He’d just always be there to catch her.

15 and 16 bring a mellowing out towards him but a renewed sense of rebellion against the world at large. He’s always having to patch up cuts and bruises she gets from fighting at school. She’s popular, according to Shoto, who kept a close eye on her there. But for some reason, she was determined to show proof of her strength. He thought it might have to do with the fact she was quirkless.

He also thought it might have to do with the fact that his daughter had sat him down (he was amused at first – she was more mature than him) and told him she knew what he did for a living. That was the first time he had been shocked as a parent, and mildly ashamed. He was fucked up, sure, but he wanted to keep it away from her. He almost set the couch on fire when she told him she had known since she was a little girl, but that she didn’t mind.

His daughter had spent the weekend at Aunt Fuyumi’s house while Dabi took out his aggression. (On the earth, rather than people, at least.)

They came to an understanding with a very uncomfortable discussion about his past. When she hugged him afterwards, not letting go for a long time, he felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Whatever the world may bring, he finally had something worth living for.

He had been moved beyond words (a new feeling for him) when she came home with jet black hair similar to his. She hadn’t said why, but the smile on her face when she asked him to take a picture together told him well enough. They looked more alike than ever.  

17, though, was a whole new ballgame.

---

“You wound me, brat.” Her Dad teases, feigning shock.

“That’s life, old man.” She quips back, lifting her chopsticks and flicking rice at him.

“You two are old enough to behave.” Her Uncle Shoto says with a roll of his eyes, winking at her behind his red hair. She was still his favorite and could practically get away with anything.

“Whatever you say, little brother.” Her Dad shoves a piece of sushi in his mouth and gives her Uncle Sho the same look he always does. Her uncle just scoffs and works on eating his plate.

The three of them always met up for dinner after school on Wednesdays. It wasn’t easy, with her Dad’s status, but her uncle had done an incredible amount of work securing safe places for them to visit. She wasn’t sure of the logistics, but she sure as hell was happy about it.

She frowns at her plate, chewing on the side of her lip, cold metal biting back into her. Her Dad had stopped her ideas of teenage rebellion by encouraging her, happily taking her to get new piercings. (Well, except for a few… unsavory ones she had obtained. But he didn’t have to know about those.) He was, in her eyes, the best Dad in the world. Even if he did act like an old man sometimes and gripe about her coming home too late.

Still, something was biting at her. Her secret remained safe within her, not even a whisper spoken to friends or family. She practiced with it – that’s why she was coming home so late – but she feared it. She knew the destruction her father was capable of. Uncle Sho was more practiced and deliberate, but his abilities were still frightening. She promised herself she was going to tell her Dad soon, but she just didn’t know how.

She looks up when the bell of the restaurant rings and immediately goes on guard. The people that enter are glaring at their table, their eyes trained on her father. She may not be a hero in training, but she knew how to take care of herself and didn’t hesitate to take care of the people around her. Her Uncle Shoto tenses too before shooting her Dad a look. He turns to look at them, scoffing at their appearance.

“I’m having dinner, assholes. Can’t you pick a better time?” He stands, chair scraping loudly across the floor. She swallows – were these people former associates? Heroes with a grudge? Either way, anyone that wanted to hurt her Dad would have to come through her. Her uncle stands too, and anxiety builds in her stomach when she doesn’t see the group back down.

“I’d advise you to leave.” Her uncle states in his monotone voice, chilling bite behind his words.

“Acting the hero now, Dabi? Gonna let a big bad hero defend you?” The tallest member of the group says, followed with a deep chuckle. (News of Pro Hero Shoto’s relation to the villain Dabi had spread through private but had been kept from the public.)

“Who’s that hot little thing behind you?”

A large blue flame sizzles across her father’s hand, a warning symbol to the group. Her uncle puts a hand on her Dad’s shoulder and squeezes hard, and the flame flickers but doesn’t retreat. (If Uncle Sho hadn’t been here, she knows he would have taken care of them without a second thought.)

Something sparks in her when she sees a member in the back raise a weapon at the distraction, and without a second thought, she leaps from her seat and blazes a huge wall of light blue flames in their direction. It’s exhilarating, having this power, despite the fear behind it. Sure, it might have been overkill because she might have overestimated her control, but the shock and subsequent panic on their faces have her smirking.

“What the fuck?” Her stomach plummets at her Dad’s voice. Oh. Shit.

Her Uncle Sho reacts quickly to the growing fire and douses the flames with his ice, the group having already scattered out of the restaurant. She looks up to find both of them staring at her, mouths agape.

She can’t think rationally, so she does the first thing that comes to her mind – she runs. She silently thanks the restaurant for having two entrances, trying to ignore the shouts of her Dad and uncle behind her. Her escape is fruitless, though, her Uncle Sho quickly gaining ground and catching her with a painful tackle. Her Dad catches up soon after. She notes, with confusion, that her Dad looks scared.

“Holy hell, brat. Don’t run off from me like that.” He extends a hand to help both her and his brother up.

The sudden pain in her hands makes her cry out, eyes looking down to find harsh red marks across her palms and wrists. Her Dad takes a step forward in alarm, darting out to grab her arms.

“Fuck.” He turns to her uncle, who has yet to say anything, and groans. “She needs medical attention.”

Her uncle nods, giving a sympathetic glance to her. She’s known him long enough to know this meant there was going to be a talk later. Ugh. “I’ll take care of it.”

“Sit down while we wait.” Her Dad says, tugging her down before she can protest. He takes a seat next to her, not seeming to care they’re in the middle of the sidewalk. His eyes are practically boring holes into her. “Got something you wanna tell me?”

“I’m… sorry?” It’s all she can think to say, looking back down at her burnt hands. Her Dad sighs and wraps an arm around her.

“Look. I’m not mad. But fucking hell, kid. You scared me.” It sounds like he’s struggling with his words – vulnerability was never her Dad’s strong suit. He usually tried to play things off.

“How long?”

Fuck, she was dreading this question. She takes a deep breath before replying. “Since I was ten.”

He cards his free hand through his hair, muttering expletives. She knew that meant he wanted a cigarette, a habit he had dropped a few years ago at her insistence.

“I’m really sorry, Dad.” Her voice is small, and she fights back a sniffle. She doesn’t know why she’s about to cry. She never wanted to disappoint him.

---

Her voice reminds him of how she’d apologize when she got in trouble as a little girl. It tugs at his heart, and while he’s pissed as hell, he knows that’s not going to do any good right now. Fuck. His daughter had a quirk, and it might even be stronger than his. He doesn’t care about the strength – no, he’s worried for her safety. Flames were a powerful but extremely dangerous quirk. He knew that more than anyone.

He looks down at her, and just like he used to do when she was younger, he ruffles her hair. He feels better when her lips quirk up into a small smile.

“You’re not gonna be alone like I was. I’ll help. Your uncle will help.��� He hated to admit it, but Shoto was going to be the more effective teacher. He always knew that if the day came his daughter developed a quirk, he’d have to reign the hands over to Shoto. It was a blow to his pride, but one he had deemed as necessary.

For now, he held her, reminded that his little girl wasn’t so little anymore.

“Love you, brat.”

“Love you too, old man.”

---

“Fuck him up!” Her Dad shouts, raising a sign he had (embarrassingly) made to cheer her on. Why did he make a sign just to watch a sparring match between her and Uncle Sho?

She doesn’t have long to think before her uncle is on her again, ice dangerously close to capturing her ankle. It wasn’t a fight – her Uncle Sho was too strong. But it was a way for her to experience different situations, a way to catch up on her lack of formal knowledge with her flame quirk.

Through many painful sessions, she had learned there was some sort of regenerative power that must have come from her womb donor. Well, at least she had given her one good thing in life. She dodged as her uncle tried to catch her off guard from the back, and heard her father shout more profanities. She almost gets the upper hand before the timer buzzes, alerting them that it was time to give her quirk a rest.

She’d grumbled when her uncle and Dad insisted on it, but it ended up being the smartest way to work on strategy and to keep her safe. She supposed that exhausting her quirk and hurting herself wouldn’t be conducive to protecting the people around her. The fact that her flames burned so hot made it difficult to use for long periods, and the regenerative ability had its limits.

Still, she wanted to become strong. She didn’t know if a career as a hero would be in the future. As the child of a villain, there were a lot of things she wasn’t sure about. She did know that she wasn’t going to let her quirk go to waste any longer.

“My badass kid, 1. Shoto, 0.” Her Dad says, tossing her a bottle of water. Her uncle just smiles, indicating she really did do a good job. “Doin’ okay?”

“Yeah, Dad, I’m not made of fucking glass.” She replies, and he just rolls his eyes.

“I can’t believe how you managed to spawn an exact clone of you, Dabi.” Her uncle says, shaking his head. “I like the upgraded version better, though.”

“Yeah, Uncle Sho said my flames are superior to yours.” She does a little twirl, and her Dad laughs. Damn, he was not easy to rile up.

“That just means my daughter can fuck up any little shit that tries to mess with her. A Dad couldn’t ask for a better gift.”

He ruffles her hair and she scoffs, though her heart swells up a little bit.

Being her dad’s pride and joy might be the best thing about her life.

---

He grumbles when something pulls against his earrings, hard. He doesn’t open his eyes, though, and tries to roll over before he feels tugging again.

“Dad.”

A pause.

“DAD.”

He sits up with an annoyed huff, met by his daughter’s mischievous face.

“I have something for you.” She doesn’t seem to care that she just woke him up.

“What time is it?”

“It’s midnight.”

“Kid, please. I’m old as shit. Let me sleep.” He tries to roll over, but she tugs at him and starts saying ‘Dad’ over and over until he finally gets up, grumpy and unamused.

She makes a happy hum that peels away the tiniest bit of grumpiness.

“Close your eyes!”

“Please don’t tell me that you finally burned the living room down on accident.”

“Don’t be a dick, Dad.” She doesn’t wait for a reply and grabs his hand, staring at him until he closes his eyes. Fine. He’d indulge her – she had been working hard at training her quirk. If she wanted to spend the energy to surprise him, he’d let her.

He trails behind her, not stopping until the two of them reach the kitchen. It smells good – he was grateful that was daughter was a decent cook, and a good baker, no matter how messy she was.

“Okay, open up!”

He was met with a bright blue cake decorated with two stick figures – one tall with the words ’OLD MAN’ written over it and one short with the word ‘BRAT’ written above, holding hands. Their free hands were giving the middle finger. Underneath the stick figure the words “HAPPY DAD-I-VERSARY” were written out in white icing, little hearts surrounding them.

“Before you ask what the fuck Dad-i-versary means, it’s the anniversary of me coming to live with you. Thought we should celebrate, considering I gifted you with my presence.” His daughter smirks at him.

Damn, he really did have the perfect kid. Don’t cry, Dabi. Don’t fucking cry.

Shit, a tear is rolling down his face, and suddenly his daughter’s arms are wrapped around him.

“Don’t go soft on me.” She says, but he can hear her muffled tears in his shoulder. “I love you, dad. Thanks for being my asshole old man.”

He barks out a laugh and squeezes her back. “And I love you, shitty brat. But I’m gonna smash a piece of cake in your face for waking me up.”

They both laugh this time.

Dabi can’t imagine life any other way.

#my writing #old work #bnha.txt #dabi #family relationships #family bonding #daughter!reader #uncle shoto #boku no hero academia #happy todorokis #mild angst

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The Man on the Side of the Road - Part 15

Title: The Man on the Side of the Road - Part 15

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 4,747

Warnings: ANGST, Ketch, Violence, Mentions of Blood, Mentions of Non-con, Reader’s Mother, Fluff! 

Summary: Driving down the road, going well over the speed limit. You come across a man walking in the opposite direction with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. His head cast down as he walked. Your gut instinct is telling you to check on this man, no matter what your parents told you growing up. Little did you know just how much this would change your life.

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A/N: Only one more part after this! As always, please leave your thoughts when you finish reading! Your response is what keeps me going! Happy Reading!! 

 The sounds of beeping filled your ears as you adjusted yourself on the pillow. Your heart beat was steady and your mind was filled with a million thoughts, thoughts that weren’t necessarily good ones. You had stopped shaking for the most part, but the thoughts - well they weren’t going away.

 “Hi, Miss Y/LN,” a kind female voice filled your ears, grabbing your attention. You turned your head to glance over at her. A short blonde with her hair half up half down. Her clipboard in her hand and a soft smile playing on her lips.

 “Yeah?” you responded.

 “We’ve called your emergency contact,” she informed you. Oh god, who was your emergency contact again. It wasn't your mother, you had changed that a long time ago. It wouldn’t have been your dad. He was out of the country more often than not. Had you changed it to Dean? You definitely should have. You had been with him for awhile now. “He’s on his way.”

 “Dean?” you dared to ask.

 “Yes,” she nodded. “He’s looking forward to seeing his girl, is what he said on the phone.”

 “He’s a dork,” you smiled to yourself. “I’m lucky to have him.”

 “After what you’ve been through, I can imagine that you’re going to need him to lean on.”

 “He’s the best person in the entire world,” you breathed out.

 “He’ll be here soon,” she smiled. “Just press the button if you need anything, okay?”

 “Thank you,” you nodded.

 She slipped out of the room, quietly closing the door behind her. You turned your head back to the side, trying to make yourself comfortable as you waited for your knight in shining armour to get here. You couldn’t wait to see him walk through that door, and finally be in his arms.

 It took every ounce of you not to let the tears roll down your cheeks. You could feel the tightness in your chest growing stronger and stronger. Even the heart rate monitor was fluctuating the more your head spun in circles. Everything would be okay when Dean got here. He would fix you. He’d mend the broken pieces, and kiss the bruises you got along the way.

 You tried to replace the bad thoughts with good ones. You had plenty of good memories you had created over the last few months. The road trip with Dean where your feelings only grew stronger. The late night chats in your bed while you held each other. The movie nights. Mini golf. Dean was your person. He was your better half. He was everything you needed to be okay again. You only knew that because you were the very same for him. The two of you had come such a long way since that night.

 You heard the door open quietly, followed by the heavy foot falls. Your ears perked up, looking towards the door. Dean stood there with a sadness in his eyes. Not that you could really blame him. If the roles were reversed, you would have broken down already.

 “Hi,” you greeted him, looking over to him with sad eyes.

 “Sweetheart, what happened?” he frowned, making his way over to the hospital bed. You moved over a little, wanting him to sit next to you. You wanted to be in his arms. That was your top priority. Being in the arms of the man you loved. He kicked off his boots before lifting the blanket up, joining you in the tiny bed.

 You moved closer to him, not caring about how sore your muscles were. You wanted Dean. That was it. You threw your arm around his middle, resting your head on his shoulder as you breathed him in. He wrapped his arm around you, placing his lips to the top of your head.

 “I love you,” you whispered, “so much.”

 “I love you too, Y/N,” he said lowly. “How hurt are you? Is it just the cut on your head?”

 “Some bruises too, but my head is the worst of it,” you shared.

 “What the hell happened?” he questioned.

 “I was studying in the library for most of the afternoon. I got bored of it and figured that I may as well go home and relax before my head exploded. I packed up and got ready to go. I was walking out of the library when I was pulled into one of the computer rooms.”

 “Fuck, Ketch?” he practically growled.

 “Unfortunately,” you nodded.

                             ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 You threw your bag over your shoulder, adjusting it so it wouldn’t dig into you too much as you walked. You were about done studying for the day. You had finales coming up, and you were finally almost done with this portion of college. It was only a matter of days until you found out if you got into a teacher's college or not. You had a good feeling about it, and so did Dean.

 You reached down to find your phone, only to realize you had packed it in your bag by mistake. You were going to text Dean to let him know you were heading home early. Just like you always did. You opened up your bag, searching inside it to try and find your phone.

 You felt someone grab you from behind, and pull you backwards into one of the computer rooms. You were more confused than anything, until you realized who dragged you in. You swore, your heart sank into your stomach at the site of him. How did you ever find this man attractive?

 “What the fuck, Ketch?” you furrowed your brows.

 “I wanted to talk to you,” he said, his voice deeper than usual.

 “So you grabbed me and dragged me into an empty room?” you growled.

 “Yes, but I knew you wouldn’t talk to me otherwise,” he stated.

 “You’re right,” you scoffed, moving to head towards the door. He moved quickly, standing in front of the door so you couldn’t leave. “Move.”

 “Not until I say this,” he began, taking a deep breath. “I made a mistake.”

 “Oh well,” you rolled your eyes.

 “Would you just listen to me?” he raised his voice a little, making you back up. “I have been horrible to you. I lied to you. I cheated on you. I made you feel worthless and I said a lot of things I didn’t mean because I was mad. I was pissed you left me at the altar on our wedding day, and I was pissed that you humiliated me in front of everyone.”

 “I humiliated you? Are you fucking kidding me, Ketch?” you groaned. “You cheated on me with my best friend for two years of our relationship. Two years! Not only that, you knocked her up, and where are you now? Oh yeah, you’re here instead of with her and your fucking daughter! You ruined her life, do you not understand that? You destroyed her future because you couldn’t put a damn condom on.”

 “She came onto-”

 “Don’t you dare give me that lame excuse! Jo already told me what you were doing! The money. The threesome! I know all about it,” you argued. “I didn’t humiliate you. You did that all on your own. You never thought I had it in me to stand up for myself when an asshole like you does me wrong. I spent so much time hating you and hating myself for what you did. I spent so much time trying to figure out what it was about me that turned you off. Then I realized, you were never into me. Not really. You never treated me as someone you loved and I get that now that I’m with someone who treats me like a queen.”

 “You’re not -”

 “I’m not done,” you pointed at him before crossing your arms. “I should have left you long before I did. All you ever did was lie to me, cheat on me, and treat me like your little bitch. How many times did you push me around? How many times did you have sex with me without my consent? Or my favourite, how many times did you degrade me, and remind me of why my mom would never love me? Too many to count, Ketch. You go around and pretend like your dick is the biggest out there. Well guess what? You are still that same disgusting low life I left at the altar. And that day is actually one of the best days of my life. I look back on that day every single day and smile because I made the best decision I have ever made. It was the day I finally realized that I didn’t care anymore. Not about you, not about my mom. Nothing. It was the day I met the love of my life, and every day after that has been a fucking blessing without you. While you’re out there fucking anything and everything, I know exactly what it’s like to be loved, and cherished. I know what it’s like to feel beautiful and appreciated. Something you’ll never make any woman feel.”

 “You know why you never felt that way? I never loved you,” he chuckled. “In fact, your mom practically begged me to ask you out. Please go out with my lame, no good daughter. She’s never going to find anyone to love her. I sympathized with her at one point, you know? I understood why she could never love you the way she loves me. I’m not a failure. I’ve got money-”

 “You have a shitty personality is what you have,” you rolled your eyes. “And that’s just to start. I don’t know what you thought you were going to accomplish here, but there is no way in hell I’m ever going to have anything to do with you again. You’re already a deadbeat dad, which, thanks for that because half the town bet money on that. But you’re never going to be satisfied with the life you live, and in a way, that makes me happy. I am happy with my life, and who I’m spending the rest of it with. Dean’s a great man, and an even better boyfriend than you could ever dream of being. Money doesn’t buy you everything. It’s not going to buy you someone to love that insanely insecure little boy that’s hiding inside you. The one who’s daddy didn’t care about him.”

 “You fucking bitch,” he shook his head.

 “Have a nice life, Ketch,” you shrugged as you uncrossed your arms. You walked past him, reaching for the door to finally walk out on him for the very last time. You twisted the knob, only to be shoved into the door by a strong force. “Get off me!”

 “Did you really think you were going to get away without a fight?” he said. You could hear the smirk on his face. Your heart began to pound in your chest, as you tried to wiggle your way out of his hold.

 “I said, get off me,” you declared, trying to shove him off you.

 “No, no! That’s not how this is going to go,” he growled in your ear. “Dean Winchester is never going to want to touch a filthy whore like you ever again. Not when he finds out that you wanted me again.”

 You took a deep breath, reminding yourself that this piece of shit wasn’t worth getting to you. You knew for a fact that Dean wasn’t going to believe a word that came out of his mouth. Dean trusted you more than anyone. You had that tight bond from the start. He’d want you to fight back with everything you had in you. That’s what you were going to do. Take all the pent up rage you harboured towards him and pile it onto him. He had it coming.

 You pushed yourself off the door as hard as you could. You sent yourself stumbling back, taking Ketch down with you. You removed your back from your shoulder, pushing it off to the side. It was only going to weigh you down and give him something to hold against you. You were quick in getting back on your feet, trying to keep yourself as calm as you could.

 “You know, it’s only a matter of time until Dean stops loving you anyways. You’ll come crawling back to me, begging me to take you back.”  

 “No he won’t,” you shook your head, trying to make a break for the door once more. Ketch kicked you down, effectively knocking you to the ground once more. “You can say whatever you want to me. This is going to end the same way.”

 “No it’s not,” he chuckled. “I always get what I want.”

 “No you don’t,” you let out a laugh. “That’s why we’re here. You can’t stand the fact that I left you. Not the other way around.”

 You got up once more, using the wall to keep you upright. He moved quickly, getting to his feet. You didn’t know what to expect from him. He was capable of anything and everything. You needed to get out of the room. You needed to put yourself as far away as you could possibly get from him.

 “You know, all of my friends saw you naked,” he smirked. “I used to show them all the naughty pictures of you to give them a good laugh.”

 “Too insecure to show them your tiny dick?” you clapped back. Before you could even register what was happening. His hand came up and striked you across the face.

 “I never felt bad for laying a hand on you,” he shrugged with a smile, grabbing your face in his hand. “You deserved it.” You brought your knee up, using as much force as you could to hit him where it hurt to get him off of you. You hoped that was what you needed to make a run for it. He doubled over in pain, cupping his junk in his hands before hitting the ground. This was it. Your time to go.

 You stalked over to the corner, reaching for your back so you could make a run for it. You needed to get home as fast as you could. Or better yet, make it to the garage so you were safe with Bobby and Dean. That would be the better place. You pulled your bag over your shoulder, reaching for the door knob once more, only to have something wrap around your foot, pulling you down.

 You felt a sharp pain in your forehead, along with something warm. You reached up to touch it, soon finding blood on the tips of your fingers. He had pulled you down and you hit your head on a desk on the way down.

 “You’re not going anywhere,” he breathed out, trying to catch his breath. He still had a hold on your foot. You needed to kick him again and move quickly. Your life depended on it now. No more fun and games. “You’re my little slut.”

 “You’re wrong,” you declared, reaching your foot down to kick him once more. He let out a loud cry, releasing your foot. You got up as quickly as you could, finally reaching the door to get out. The knob opened easily, and you took off running. You needed to put as much space between you and that room as possible. You could feel the blood trickling down the side of your head as you searched for a way - any way to get out of the library.

 “Y/N!” you heard a female voice call out. “Hey, hey! What happened?” Ruby. Thank god for Ruby.

 “Ketch,” you managed to say. “Ketch, back there.”

 “C’mon, we need to get you to the hospital to get you checked out,” she told you. “You’re going to be okay. He’s not going to hurt you again. I promise.”

                            ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 “Sweetheart,” he breathed out, pulling you in closer to him.

 “I’m okay, Dean. For the most part anyways,” you assured him. “It was a little touch and go before you got here, but having you here now makes me feel safer.”

 “God, if I ever see him again,” he growled.

 “I don’t think you’ll be seeing him for a while,” you swallowed hard. “I’m filing for a restraining order now. I’m not going to run the risk of this happening again, and certainly not to you either. I want me and my family safe.”

 “I’m proud of you,” he said softly. “I just wish I was there to protect you.”

 “You were,” you stated.

 “What do you mean?” he furrowed his brows.

 “Dean, I never would have been able to stand up to him the way I did today if it wasn’t for you,” you started. “I never would have gotten out of there on my own.”

 “I think you would have,” he shrugged.

 “I don’t,” you swallowed hard. “I was so weak before. I never would have stood up to him the way I did today. Not to the extent I did. I never would have forced him off me or hit him back. Ever since the day I met you, you have given me strength, Dean. You’ve built me up so much that I believe in myself more than I ever have. You’ve given me a life worth living. You’ve given me confidence, and shown me what happiness feels like. I know I didn’t need you there to fight that battle for me. You taught me how to do it all on my own. I hate to admit it to you, but the day I found you was one of the best days of my life.”

 “It was the worst day of my life, and one of the greatest,” he confessed. “You are strong. You always have been. You just never saw it the way I did. Y/N, if I’ve given you a life worth living, you’ve given me so much more. You’ve given me everything.”

 “I was laying here, waiting for you to get here. My head wandering over everything,” you paused. “I just wanted to say thank you for showing me what it’s like. To love and be so loved by someone. Thank you for trusting me, and for making it so easy for me to trust you completely. Thank you for always making me laugh, and for making me feel cherished. I know when I’m with you that it’s where I belong. After trying so hard my entire life to get my mom to love me, and everyone else; I didn’t have to try with you.”

 “Because I love you for everything that makes you the way you are. I love you more and more everyday,” he half smiled. “I can say all the same things to you, Y/N. You know the life I’ve lived. You saved my life, literally. From that day on, things have only looked up. Until today. I never want to get a call telling me you’re in the hospital.”

 “Understandable,” you let out a dry laugh. “You remember a couple of months ago when I woke up in the middle of the night after a dream?”

 “Yeah, the one you told me you’d tell me about someday,” he nodded, resting his head carefully on top of yours.

 “I was pregnant in the dream,” you breathed out. “We were pregnant with a little girl in the dream. It was a Friday and I had just got home from work to see you. You kneeled down and kissed my stomach and told our baby that you loved her. I have the dream again every couple of months. Same one every time. Sometimes I’m a little further along. After today and finally shutting that final door on Ketch. It feels like it’s actually a place I’ll be able to get to one day.”

 “We are going to get there someday, Y/N,” he said softly. “I can promise you that someday we’re going to get there and we’re going to have a whole lot of fun getting there. I’ve had that dream with you for a long time.”

 “Really?”  

 “Yeah, really,” he nodded. “You have always been my future, Y/N. Right from the second I got in your car after that motel room. You told me that there is always someone out there wanting to read my story. You opened that first page and you kept turning the page. You have never given up on me. You’ve never let me down. I feel sorry for the people in your life that couldn’t see the things I see. I know that I’m going to love you for the rest of my life. Nothing is ever going to change that.”

 “Best book I’ve opened up,” you let out a chuckle. “I love you, Dean Winchester.”

 “I love you more, Y/N Y/L/N,” he whispered. “How’s your head?”

 “I have a bit of a headache. They said that’s normal,” you informed him.

 “Alright,” he nodded. “That earns you a night of cuddling in a dark bedroom.”

 “Sorry to interrupt,” the female nurse said quietly as she stepped into the room. “I have your release papers here. But there is also someone here who’d like to see you. Dean, I’m going to need you to go over the papers since you’re taking her home. It just says that she has a minor concussion, and she’s to take it easy for the next ten days. Lots of rest, drink lots of water.”

 “Got it,” he nodded.

 “Who’s here?” you dared to ask.

 “Your mom. She caught wind that you were here when she was at the front desk. I just wanted to make sure it was okay with you,” she smiled softly.

 “Alright,” you agreed. This should be good, you thought to yourself.

 “You sure about this?” Dean questioned.

 “I’m going all Cinderella Story. Only my ex and my actual mom in one day,” you declared.

 “Okay diner girl,” he joked.

 “I’ll let her in,” the nurse informed you before slipping out the door once more.

 You took a deep breath, trying to prepare yourself for what was to come. You knew it wasn’t going to be good. It was your mom for crying out loud. She never cared about you and she wasn’t about to start now. She was more than likely going to take Ketch’s side and you fully expected it.

 The door opened once more, revealing your mother as she stepped inside, shutting the door once more. She let out a sigh as soon as she saw you and you almost wanted to roll your eyes.

 “What the hell happened?” she raised her voice, making her way over to the hospital bed.

 “Ketch,” you stated nonchalantly.

 “Can I have a moment alone with my daughter?” she said coldly towards Dean.

 “Whatever you have to say to me, you’re saying in front of Dean too,” you declared.

 “Fine,” she scoffed. “You need to get yourself together, Y/N. This is getting to be too dramatic now. You had your fun and games. You had your freedom to do whoever you please. It's time to take action and get your life together. You graduate in three weeks. You were supposed to be married by now to a great man-”

 “Excuse me? You think Ketch is a great man? I’m in the hospital because of him right now. How hard is it for you to understand that I’m never going to be the kid you always wanted. I have dreams of my own, and standards that I set myself to. I’m not going to marry someone that you deemed as perfect for me when he hurt me more ways than I can count-”

 “You humiliated him!”

 “No, I didn’t. He did that to me when he knocked up Jo, after he paid her to have sex with him and his friend, while he was with me. I’m not going to be your barbie doll anymore. I’m not going to stay with someone who thinks it’s okay to get violent when he doesn’t get what he wants. I’m not going to marry someone who manipulated me and god knows how many other girls in his life because he’s bored.”

 “He was going to take care of you so you never had to worry about work or money. He was going to give you the best life possible-”

 “No he wasn’t. He was going to try to make me like the person you always wanted to be. I’m not like you and I’m never going to be. I like the small house I live in with the love of my life. I like eating fries, and pizza. I like road trips, and hotel rooms. Diner food, and cheap dates. I have never needed someone to have money or give me the life you wanted. I’m happier now than I have ever been and that’s because I have him. Someone who treats me like a queen and not a house maid. Someone who shows me what love is because my own mother couldn’t do that for me. And you’re never going to. You’re always going to see me as a disappointment and that’s fine. As far as I’m concerned, you have no place in my life. I don’t need any toxic people that aren’t going to cheer me on. I have dad. I have Dean and I have his family.”

 “Don’t come running back to me when he cheats on you-”

 “Like Ketch? Dean’s not like that,” you side-eyed her.

 “Yeah-”

 “I’m not in the slightest,” Dean added in. “You can’t even compare me to him when you don’t know the first thing about me. You don’t know the kind of person I am, or the relationship I have with your daughter. You don’t know that she saved my life, or that she’s got the biggest heart of anyone I know. You don’t know me and you don’t know your daughter, and that sucks for you. You’ll never get to experience the smile on her face when she’s happy to see you after a long day. You’ll never get to hear her laugh when she thinks something’s funny. You’ll never get the hugs that you need after a long day, because they make everything better. Worst of all, you’re not going to get to see her become the mother she always dreamed of having. You dictated so much of her life to try and cater to your needs instead of your own. But I can see that it didn’t work because there is nothing of you that I can see in her.”

 “Excuse me?” she growled.

 “I think it’s time you left. She has a concussion and you being here isn’t good for her head,” Dean told her, pulling you in closer.

 “Don’t you dare think about reaching out to me ever again, Y/N Y/L/N. I don’t ever want to hear from you again. As far as I’m concerned, you’re dead to me.”

 “Fine by me. You were never a mother to me so I’m not missing anything,” you pointed out. With that, your mother stood up and stormed out of the room without another word. You finally released the breath you were holding and nuzzled into Dean a little bit more.

 “You okay?” he asked you.

 “Yeah,” you smiled into his neck. “I’ve got you and that’s all that matters.”

 “She’s going to regret that everyday for the rest of her life,” he muttered.

 “I know,” you agreed. “But if she can’t take my side and hear me out, then we’re never going to see eye to eye. You don’t deserve to be compared to Ketch. You’re a good man with a big heart. That’s the man I love. Thank you for sticking up for me.”

 “I’ve wanted to give her a piece of my mind since the day I first met her and she made you cry,” he revealed. “No one hurts my girl and gets away with it.”

 “I’m ready to go home now,” you breathed out.

 “Alright, let’s get you out of here then. We’ll go home and get you to bed. I promise you cuddles all night in the middle of our bed. Maybe even a few kisses.”

 “I want thirty seven kisses,” you chuckled.

 “I’ll double that and let you see me naked,” he teased.

 “What did I ever do without you?”

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maybe (Javier x Reader)

shoutout to @baar-ur​ who asked for this incredibly angsty prompt

Title: maybe Rating: PG-13 (language and allusions to sex) Warning: Lots of language, name-calling, miscommunication, everyone’s an asshole, ANGST, so much angst, pregnant!reader

You had been in a lot of difficult situations throughout the course of your career — shootouts, drug busts, asshole bosses paired with the government’s blind eye towards rampant sexism in the workplace. You had faced a lot of shit, but none of it had prepared you for the fallout of sleeping with your partner.

It all started the weekend after Escobar died. Murphy announced he was heading back to America now that the hunt for Escobar was finished taking both you and Javier by surprise. Escobar hadn’t been the only narcos on the DEA’s radar and you had both anticipated that he’d stay on to go after the next cartel. It was Javier’s idea to have a going away party for Steve, but in the end it was less about the party and more about you and Javi closing out the bar at two in the morning. Murphy and Connie left at a reasonable hour, leaving the two of you to drink your cares away. 

Without Murphy there as a buffer, you and Javier were fucked. Literally. 

As you stood in your bathroom, staring at your towel-clad reflection in the mirror, the irony wasn’t lost on you. This whole mess had started in a bathroom and now, as you stood with a pregnancy test sitting on your bathroom sink, it was becoming a reality in a bathroom too. Nothing good ever came to fruition in a bathroom. 

Just last week, Javier had been bragging with one of the newer agents about having to bang another hooker-informant. What happened between the two of you had meant nothing and with each passing day of awkward glances and short conversations, you realized Murphy had been the glue holding your friendship together. 

You and Javier were nothing but partners and fucking him had ruined any chance of being friends. Now a positive pregnancy test would ruin any chance of remaining partners with him. 

For a week you debated whether or not you would even tell him. It was none of his business really — you’d be fine if the entire department thought some wayward one night stand had knocked you up. But the guilt of keeping him in the dark eventually ate at you. You had to tell him, regardless of his reaction. 

The worst-case scenario would be that he wanted to get reassigned a new partner and given how awkward he’d made things since Murphy’s going away party — you wouldn’t actually be against it. A little distance would probably do you some good. 

It was probably a mistake to tell him while he was driving. 

He’d actually been in a decent mood as the pair of you set out to stake out the house of one of the cartel members. The whole morning had felt like you were walking through a vivid waking dream. Hell, you hardly even remembered a word your boss had said during the briefing. 

You slid into the passenger seat beside Javier and stared at him as he pushed his aviator’s up the bridge of his nose, watching his mouth as he silently sang along to whatever was playing over the car’s grainy radio. 

He’d been in a good mood right up until the moment you said—

“I’m pregnant.” 

Javier’s foot hit the break a little too harshly at the next red light, his fingers curling tightly around the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. 

“Why are you telling me?”

You pushed your fingers through your hair and stared out the window to your right. “Why do you think I’m telling you?”

He slammed his fist into the center of the steering wheel, the car horn making you nearly jump out of your skin. “Goddammit.” He hissed out as he drove the car down an alley and put it into park. 

“I’m keeping it.” You told him quietly. “With or without you.” 

He pulled his aviators off and tossed them onto the dashboard. You watched as he dragged his hands over his face, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths, before he turned his anger in your direction. “Were you going to fucking tell me? It’s been three fucking months since Murphy fucked off back to the states.Three months!” 

“I wanted to tell you sooner,” You started, keeping your voice steady. “But I didn’t know how you’d react.” Your brows rose upwards as you met his heated gaze. “You’ve been a real jackass ever since that night. This,” You gestured to the current situation. “is about what I expected.” 

“No shit.” Javier snapped. “You should’ve fucking told me sooner.” 

“So I could subject myself to this sooner?” You questioned, your own anger boiling to the surface. “I mean, I guess I could’ve pulled you aside last week after you got done telling Tom about the hooker you’d fucked. But that seemed like a bro moment and I didn’t want to interrupt.” 

The color seemed to drain out of his face as he stared at you. The silence was more unnerving than his shouting. “You weren’t there when I woke up.” 

You swallowed thickly as you held his gaze. “Did you want me to be there? I mean I know you, Javi. I know how you operate.” You shook your head. “I left to spare myself the awkward morning after.” 

He sank back against his seat, hitting his head against the headrest twice before he finally found his words. “You can sit there and call me a jackass all you want, but you’ve been a bitch to me ever since that night. I tried. I fucking tried.”

“You tried?” You laughed harshly, shaking your head. “How the fuck did you try, Peña?” 

“I brought you coffee.” 

You stared at him, your mouth going dry. He had brought you coffee that Monday after. He’d left it sitting on your desk for you. He was already in meetings by the time you rolled into the office, but you had known it was from him. “I thought you were just… I don’t know.” Your shoulders sagged. “I thought it was like an olive branch.” 

“I tried to get you to go out with me. You shot me down.”

“When?” 

“A week after, maybe two. Fuck if I remember we were swamped with paperwork.” Javier dragged his fingers through his hair, staring out the driver’s side window. “It was late, eight or nine. I asked if you wanted to grab a drink and you laughed at me.” 

Your heart clenched as you recalled that precise encounter. “Shit.” You breathed out and covered your face. “I had just puked my guts out in the bathroom. I was just trying to get you out of the office before I puked again.” 

Javi let out a near-hysterical laugh as he turned his head to look at you. “I thought you were blowing me off. I gave up then. I figured you’d regretted that night and I had to stop chasing you like a dumbass.” 

“I didn’t realize.” You chewed on your bottom lip, feeling a surge of raw emotion come over you. “I hate hormones.” You lamented as you covered your face to hide the tears that were now spilling from your eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“No, baby. Don’t apologize.” Javier drawled out as he reached across the car and squeezed your leg. “I should’ve said something.” 

You shook your head, wiping at your tears. “What were you going to say? What was I going to say? We’re both fucking idiots.”

“It’s all gone to shit without Murphy.” 

“Yeah.” You said weakly as you sniffed, staring out your window. 

Javier kept his hand on your thigh, his fingertips drawing little circles against your pant leg. It was kind of annoying, but you knew he was just trying to be comforting. 

“I don’t expect you to be involved.” You finally spoke again. “I wouldn’t blame you. I don’t want or need your money.” You held up your hand when he started to interrupt you. “No one has to ever know who the baby’s father is.” 

“Are you going back to the states?”

You shook your head. “I don’t plan to. I’m sure they’ll try to hassle me into going back, but I’m not. I’ll take desk duty if I have to.” 

“So you’d just… What?” Javier’s grip on your thigh tightened. “Make me sit across the office from you, watching our kid grow and… pretend it’s not mine? I don’t know what kind of person you think I am, but—”

“You left your highschool sweetheart at the altar, Javi. You’re the kind of man who has one night stands and fucks hookers. You’re the perpetual bachelor and that’s fine.” New anger was brewing in your words. “I respect you enough to not want to ruin your M.O.” 

“How many times are you going to throw who I fuck in my face?” 

You laughed harshly. 

“Are you jealous?” He continued. 

“Am I jealous of the women you pay to fuck? No. I can’t say I am.” You stared at him pointedly. 

“You broke my goddamn heart when I woke up and you weren’t there.” Javier admitted with a deadly serious tone. “I thought we’d finally figured this out. But instead I woke up alone and confused.” 

“You have a heart?” Now you were just being mean for the sake of being mean. 

“Fuck you.” He snapped, pulling his hand away from your thigh. 

“That’s what got us into this situation.” 

“This isn’t a fucking game.” Javier snarled. “I don’t want to just be some deadbeat dad. Do you get that?”

“So you want to be involved?”

“With you.” He raked his fingers over his face, pressing his palms against his eyes as he let out a frustrated sound. “I want to be involved with you. Not just ‘cause you’re knocked up either. You and me? We can figure this out.” 

You stared at him like he was speaking a foreign language. You couldn’t believe Javier Peña was admitting that he wanted to be with you. You. 

“You don’t have to say that.” You stated. “If this is just because I’m pregnant, if this is some white knight bullshit. I don’t want it, Javi. I don’t want to put myself through it and I damn well don’t want to put our kid through it.” 

“For fuck’s sake.” He stared up at the roof of the car. “Am I not making sense? Have I not made it clear enough that I wanted you.” 

“But I know how you are, Javi.” You frowned as you stared at him. “You have this whole little life of yours—”

“I’m lonely.” Javier confessed, his voice actually cracking. “So fucking lonely.” He slowly turned to look at you, his dark gaze full of emotion. “I’ve spent the last three months feeling like I’m going crazy. I lost Murphy and then I thought I was losing you.” 

“Javi—”

“Don’t, ‘Javi’ me.” He snapped. “Do you want this?”

You stared at him, breathless, for what felt like a small eternity. “Yes.” 

His seatbelt snapped against the side of the car as he hastily undid it, surging across the center console. He cupped your cheek, dragging you into a surprisingly gentle kiss that stood in stark contrast with the anger that had flared between you.

Maybe it was a mistake. You were both volatile people, you always had been. Maybe it would end in flames in a week or a month or twenty years down the line. But maybe it wouldn’t. Maybe it would work out. Maybe you and Javi were going to be alright. 

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