#then my stupid ass scared her when they hauled me off in the ambulance

[deafmanscharade]

As an add on to my previous post because I’m feeling talkative...

People found out I was abused (some of which was very recent but not familial)

And they want to know how. What form? How old was I? Why didn’t I say anything?

None of that is the point, but I’ll tell you some stories because ... maybe they’ll appease societal need to ask survivors what they went through before they’re ready to talk.

I’ll also say, I hate therapy. I’ve tried all kinds of mental health therapy because I want to be normal (whatever that is). I hate all of it. Rehashing trauma, for me, doesn’t help it. And I, as you see, can never stick to one thing.

SO, I’ll start at my roots.

My mother didn’t want me. She aborted a baby before me and when she got pregnant during a bender she went to my grandmother to take her to get aborted again. My grandmother refused and said that it was time for my mother to have a baby.

The other one was when my mother was 15. She had me when she was 30. My grandfather still doesn’t know he should have 2 grandchildren on my mom’s side.

I found out my mother didn’t want me when I was 31 and so many pieces that were slightly shaped wrong fell into place.

I was born a month premature, with Cerebral Palsy. I came home on Mother’s Day.

My mother and father were both addicts. My father once left me in a mall. Literally forgot about me. I was 3. My father loved drugs, my mother loves alcohol.

My grandfather found out about my mother’s habits and demanded we move in with my grandmother (they divorced in the 70s but lived down the street from each other). We did. I turned 4 and my mom forgot so my Ute (step grandmother) went out snd bought me a sheet cake and balloons after a five hour shift at the hair salon.

And two years later my mom moved us three hours away from the only family members I had any kinship with. She met my step dad. Who meant well but had problems of his own. We have since reconciled to the best of our ability but my childhood was literal hellfire on all sides.

When people ask me I say “ever heard Hell is for Children By Pat Benatar? That. I was bought off instead of parented. I was never taught basics.

It was the 90s and kids were mean. Forrest Gump is a personal attack when it comes out because for years it was the biggest joke to scream “Run Kira Run!” And throw things that would get stuck in my AFOs at me.

My only knowledge of childhood and teenage rites of passage is through teenage rom coms, WB, and TGIF. Practical application of things like driving a car, first dated, big games? No. I spent all of my time devouring pop culture and breathing musical theatre.

There was physical abuse, intimidation, verbal and mental abuse everywhere. At home, at school, on the street.

When i finally figured out it’s because I was different I’m being mean to myself because I can’t do I foutee if my ass is on fire.

I’m what I refer to as a human yellow line. I’m directly in the middle. Not disabled enough to be considered disabled or be in different classes or hang with the other disabled kids. Not able-bodied enough to make it to broadway, which is literally all I have ever wanted.

Ever tried to injure yourself to either fix your disability or make yourself disabled enough? No? I have. Don’t do it. I was desperate, alone, confused and stupid.

When I was 16 my mom and I were sitting in the basement of my grandmothers house. I’m pretty sure it was Christmas time. A Covergirl commercial starring Ellen came on. My mother says “what does she need to wear makeup for? It’s not like she needs to impress men.

My bisexual ass got her back up and somehow an argument about gay rights turned into her telling me how she made fun of all the disabled kids she went to school with. Had I not been her daughter she’d have no association with me.

I can’t remember how old I was but at some point in my teens my mom got drunk with my aunt and was a mess. I was dutiful and trying to put her to bed. She fell and as I was trying to get her up again, she told me I was a burden and she wished I was never born. I thought it was the drink talking. At 17 I got the courage to ask her how often I’d seen her sober and she looked me in the eyes, shrugged, said probably never, and left the room.

Girls always date thier fathers right? I developed intimacy issues because when I refused to have sec with a partner, he threw me through a glass table. I called the ambulance myself. I have sworn off dating because nearly every partner I’ve had has been physically abusive. To use a term I despise, because of how I was raised, it’s what I gravitate to because it’s what I know and understand. I don’t have alarms. I have “please love me no ones ever loved me before”

I do have physical reactions now, to bring it back to Dean, Jess, and the solace that is GG. The sweet after a fight, the straight path to violence and intimidation with the excuse being he’s a “good ol’ boy”, the inviting himself in or over, the fight with Lindsay over the phone. If you see that as Love or perfect boyfriend I’m scared.

When Jess said “tell me these things so I don’t have to find out from telephone polls” I cried for 2 hours. Because I’d never seen a male NOT haul off

I’m not here to tell anyone anything about doing anything. I just wish we were more aware of what we were consuming while consuming it

#gilmore girls #dean forester #Jess Mariano #tw: abuse #kira talks #kira speaks #shut up kira

[hatsukeii]

Hiii do you have any relationship Hc's for goshiki

Hmmm this is gonna take a bit, but I have some ideas in mind:D

Our weird bowl cut boy lol

He’s gonna be Shiratorizawa’s ace... someday.

I’m gonna split this to two parts, because I write long hcs and I wanna write out how you guys dealt with your feelings before actually dating.

👾Goshiki👾

✨Confession✨

- Really clueless at first.

- By really clueless I mean REALLY CLUELESS.

- When you joined the volleyball team as manager, he definitely tried to talk big, trying to give you a good impression of who is and why you “shouldn’t mess with him.”

- He refused to get close to you, despite your efforts in trying to get him to loosen up.

- “You’re just gonna be a distraction.”

- “I’m here to beat Ushijima and become the ace of Shiratorizawa, not make friends.”

- Ah yes, the typical no bullshit shounen anime protagonist that ends up somehow becoming the little brother of the team.

- And also ends up as a tiny crush for a certain someone.

- You don’t really know when you started noticing him that much. He was kinda just... there.

- But alas, seeing how determined he is to get to the top? Mad respect.

- Maybe with time that respect slowly became admiration and attraction.

- You wanna know how determined he is? Think Kageyama, but times ten.

- This bitch waits for everyone to leave the gym after practise, then continues to train his ass off for hours. I’m talking 4-5 extra hours of training.

- You only know this because you stay behind in the gym to clean up the equipment, and he doesn’t leave the gym when you do, which is about an hour or two after practice ends.

- Whenever you ask him when he’s leaving, he just waves you off halfheartedly, usually muttering a casual “I’ll be leaving soon, don’t worry.”

- And if you think that’s it? Oh nononono.

- There has been one instance where you saw him passed out.

- Like Goshiki trained so hard he just blacked out due to exhaustion.

- How you found him?

- Well,

- Your dumbass left your textbooks in the gym, so you had to go back and retrieve it.

- It was like what, 8 in the evening, but the lights and air conditioning were still on.

- You were already weirded out, so you decided to be extra careful. You know how high schoolers are these days, who knows what they’re doing behind closed doors sometimes.

- You creak the doors open just a bit, taking a peep.

- And your eyes land on a motionless Goshiki just laying on the gym floor.

- That scene scared the shit out of you.

- You checked his pulse, and his breathing. To your relief, his pulse was still there, although it wasn’t as strong as it should be. However, his breathing was definitely shallower than usual.

- Thank god for that emergency treatment course you enrolled for last year. You knew how to treat Goshiki almost immediately, raising his legs and keeping them up with a stool you found. What you didn’t expect, was for him to not wake up even after 5 whole minutes of you checking on him.

- That time you literally called an ambulance.

- Needless to say you definitely scolded him when he woke up, before forcing him to eat and drink something.

- Turns out for the past months or so, he’s been training for an extra 4-5 hours a day, without enough food or water to replenish himself.

- It would be about 9-10pm when he got home, where he had to finish his homework and finally get some food in his system, mostly leftovers. When he’s done with homework, it would be around 1am, which would be when he actually cleans up and hauls his ass to bed.

- He has to wake up at 5am for morning practise.

- You were about to punch him when he told the doctor all that.

- Since that worrying experience, you’ve forced Goshiki to leave the gym after a maximum of two hours.

- You walked him to the bus station after every single practise, just to make sure he doesn’t pass out.

- (And also to stare at him while he listens to music and tosses the ball occasionally, but he doesn’t need to know that.)

- Goshiki honestly appreciates the walks to the bus stop and the casual conversations you guys can hold.

- And to be honest, he was pretty surprised you’d actually go along with what you said in the hospital and “Walk him home every single day until he’s done with volleyball in highschool.”

- These days you patiently wait for him to finish his extra practise, and set an alarm for 2 hours. Once those 2 hours are up, you’re dragging his ass out of the gym with his stuff all packed neatly. No buts, nope, don’t wanna hear it.

- Maybe it was the determination you had to make sure he was safe and healthy, or the dumb conversations you had every single day about mermaids getting laid and unicorns getting horny.

- Because with time, Goshiki eventually succumbed to his feelings and admitted to himself.

- He had fallen for you. Hard.

- And there was nothing he could do about it.

- Except,

- Avoid you as much as he could.

- Poor little Goshiki was so clueless that he thought avoiding you would eventually cause his feelings to just disappear like how my dad went to get the milk.

- Whenever he saw you in the hallways, he’d just blush and walk the other way, even if it was the opposite direction of where he was supposed to be going.

- Nope, no fist bump, hi five, nothing.

- Alas, he couldn’t avoid you much anyways, since you were the manager for the volleyball team, and you also persisted on walking him to the bus stop every single god damned day.

- All he could do was try and muster up the driest possible responses to anything you said.

- “So, how was practice? You feeling anywhere near as powerful as Ushiwaka yet?”

- “Eh, it was okay.”

- “You want something to eat or drink? We can go to that boba store around the corner from last week and get something.”

- “Nah, I’m good.”

- You were weirded out, to say the least.

- Since when did Goshiki pass on boba?

- “Oi, Tsutomu, are you feeling okay? You’re acting a bit odd.”

- You raised your hand to his forehead, feeling the warmth on your palm as Goshiki flared 50 different shades of red.

- “U-uh, my stop’s there, I’ll see you tomorrow bye-” he rambled, stuttering over his words before zooming towards the wrong station.

- “What just happened?”

- All Goshiki could do was get home as quick as possible, finish all his work, eat up, clean himself, and just scream into his pillow.

- “I’ve been avoiding her for so long, why is she still stuck in there?”

- He was being so blatantly obvious with avoiding you that the volleyball team eventually had to speak up.

- That went terribly.

- “Goshiki, why aren’t you focusing these days? Is there something troubling you?” -Shirabu

- “Plus, you haven’t even spared a glance at y/n, let alone talked to her. Aren’t you guys like best friends?” -Tendou

- “Goshiki do you like her?” -Ushijima

- Goshiki almost choked on his water.

- No, not almost. He definitely choked on his water.

- “What? ME? PLEASE! OF COURSE NOT!” -Goshiki, in denial, blushing

- “Seems like you do to us.” -Ushijima, as blunt as usual

- “Well then, you should’ve just told me Goshiki. I never knew you disliked me.” 

- Oh shi-

- Well isn’t it convenient? You were standing right there with volleyballs in hand when he decided to belt out that statement.

- For the next few weeks, you both avoided each other as much as you can. You even stopped walking him to the bus stop.

- Until the day before their match against Karasuno.

- At this point, Goshiki had had enough.

- This was troubling him to an extent already, and he also had the match to worry about.

- At the end of practice, he waited until all the members of the team (especially Tendou) left the gym, before harshly pulling you into the storage room, pulling you down to sit next to him on the floor.

- “What do you want Goshiki-”

- “I like you. That’s it.”

- What the hell.

- Your mouth hung open, you face and neck feeling hot, as he made his way back into the gym, practising yet again. All you could do was sit in the storage room, still not comprehending what had just happened.

- Not knowing how to deal with this, you grabbed your stuff, and made your way home as quick as you can, not wanting to deal with the situation at hand yet. You flop onto your bed once you reach your room, and scream into the pillow out of frustration.

- “Why did I do that? That was my chance, I blew it! I’m so stupid oh my god.”

- Goshiki was also being extra aggressive with the volleyballs too. By the time he had finished his extra practise, his palms were scathed and sore, red marks scattered all over.

- During the match agaisnt Karasuno, he was extra nervous, not wanting to screw up.

- But at the same time, the events of yesterday replayed in his mind like a broken record. The way you stared at him in shock, not even making a sound. How you left the gym as quick as it happened, not sparing even a glance at him. It made him regret ever befriending you in the first place. He should’ve known that this was bound to happen.

- This led to him being extra aggressive during the match. Both teams were shocked and quite frankly, a bit intimidated too.

- Goshiki was fueled by all his pent up rage against himself, a seemingly dark aura radiating off of him on the court. He was stupid. An absolute imbecile. A moron. An idiot that put his heart on his sleeve, not once thinking about the consequences it could bring.

- When coach Washijo decided to scream “if you’re gonna stare, at least stare at a damn girl” at him, he sneered so hard at him his face was about to become permanently contorted. Even his own coach, the spawn of satan, was taken aback.

- The fact that Shiratorizawa ended up losing did not help. At all. All that did was make his day even shittier.

- Until you finally told him you reciprocated his feelings.

- Not long after the loss, the team all went their own way home, feeling miserable about the game.

- Goshiki had his earphones in, walking towards the bus station, head hung low as he silently sobbed, feeling like absolute shit.

- You caught up to him, before basically engulfing him in a huge hug from behind, nuzzling your head into his shoulder, refusing to let go.

- He was flustered, to say the least. Frozen in place, tears continued to stream down his face in steady streaks.

- “I’m sorry for your loss today, and for yesterday too.”

- His eyes widened at your apology as he furiously wiped the hot tears, his eyes still slightly puffy and his nose still red.

- At this moment, Goshiki needed someone. Desperately. In one swift motion, he had turned around and held you with an iron grip, a hand pushing your head into his chest, his back hunched with his head in the crook of your neck as he cried, this time letting the sobs and whimpers become audible. His salty tears met your skin, rolling down to your collarbone.

- “So the reason why you’ve been avoiding me was because you liked me?”

- Goshiki nodded into your neck, still crying.

- “Well I’ve liked you since the start of the school year too, so don’t worry. I’m here for you.”

- Hearing that, he detached himself from your neck, staring at you, surprised at how calm you were and how dense he had been.

- “Wait for real?”

- You were in a hurry, since you promised to run some errands, so you did the first thing that popped into your mind.

- On your tiptoes, you gave his lips a quick peck, before running away, your face completely red.

- “For the record Tsutomu, we’re dating now I guess.”

✨Dating✨

- What a sweetie.

- At first, he’s super secretive with the relationship, not wanting people to find out.

- Especially not his parents. He would have hell personally sent to him in a cute little death package if they ever found out he was dating someone.

- He tried his best not to show any trace of him being in a relationship during practice.

- But alas, Tendou once sneaked up on you two holding hands at school and instantly knew.

- This redhead announced it to the whole team that you two were dating and you almost beat him up.

- Now, he’s opened up a lot more about this than when it first started.

- No, his parents still don’t know about you two.

- But his friends knew not to hit on you, and the volleyball team would constantly tease him when you walked by, making kissy noises and over the top fake moans. Tendou once shoved two balls up his chest just to imitate you. You looked over to see your third year senior with an ahegao face, two volleyballs unevenly shoved into his shirt as he skipped around. You stared in disgust, giving him a slight scowl before turning around and continuing with your shit.

- Needless to say his other balls were absolutely wrecked by Goshiki.

- Will spoil you so badly like damn.

- Occasional gifts from lil bowl cut is something you should definitely expect.

- Sometimes you’ll just randomly find a new pair of earrings or a new phone case on your desk with a note from him, while your classmates stare in awe and lowkey envy you from afar.

- Very, very frequent dates.

- I’m talking like every weekend, and sometimes even after school on friday.

- Dates planned by Goshiki aren’t ever extravagant or anything, but god damn do they make you feel blessed. Usually it’s just to a cute cafe, maybe a carnival, or a movie date.

- Dates planned by you though? Ohohohoho he was in for so much fun. I’m talking trampoline parks, amusement parks, gaming cafes, volleyball dates, all that fun shit.

- You would let him teach you how to play volleyball, and end up laughing your ass off at how incredibly bad you were while he kinda just gives up on teaching you and goofs around.

- Your hands running through his hair is literally the best thing he has ever felt no cap.

- Likes to cup your cheeks a lot, just to make you flustered.

- (Secretly loves it so much when he’s able to make you all blushy because oh my god you look so cute.)

- You’re not allowed to sleepover at his, nor is he allowed to sleepover at yours because strict parents!

- The rare times when your parents allow you to go “help your friend Goshiki study,” you guys actually do serious studying.

- Then right after that comes the cuddling.

- Okay let’s be real, Goshiki would probably be really awkward at the start.

- He’d probably try make sure you were comfortable, so his body would be twisted into some weird position.

- But he eventually found his favourite way to cuddle with you, in a way where both of you could just lay in peace comfortably without breaking your backs.

- Most times, he would lie sideways on his bed facing you. He’d snake one hand around your lower back, the other to your head as he pulls you in close, resting you against his chest. You could hear his heartbeat, which sped up every time you nuzzled against him.

- Cute.

- Will give you pecks on the lips every single morning when he first sees you, wherever he is.

- It do not matter to him how many people are watching, he do not care. At all.

- Holds your hand e v e r y w h e r e .

- He’s also very fond of forehead kisses.

- He just finds them so heartwarming and intimate in a non sexual way.

- Every time something was bothering you, or you were just breaking down because of how shitty life was, he knows exactly what to do.

- He’d pull you into a tight hug, kissing the top of your head while drawing circles on your back with his fingers.

- If it was worse and you were crying, he likes to wipe your tears for you, kissing the stains on your cheeks, before planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

- Loves it when you wear his hoodies.

- They’re oversized on you and oh my god sweater paws are the death of him. 

- You’re honestly relieved he’s not looking for anything sexual. 

- He’s too pure for that shit, keep his innocence.

- You made a promise to cheer for him wearing his jersey whenever he played in matches, and you’ve never broken it.

- PDA.

- SO MUCH PDA.

- This boy. He loves showing you off to his teammates so much.

- “I may not be as good as Ushijima at volleyball yet, but at least I’m not a crusty single bitch.” -Goshiki to some rando that insulted his skills and personality

- “You guys go look for your own plus ones to the school dance, I’m keeping y/n.” -Goshiki to his friends

- “Stop imitating her Tendou-san, it’s insulting to her. You’re too odd to get even close to imitating her accurately.” -Goshiki to Tendou who had volleyballs in his shirt and pants

- Please just protect him at all costs, he’s so precious.

Love how the request was for relationship hcs and I ended up writing more backstory lmaoo

Still hope you liked it though I worked on this for days xx🥺🥰

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[strongsassysexysloane]

You Kissed Me!

Here’s a little something.. It’s been sitting half done for a while and I got around to finishing it over a week ago but editing and mood and blah. Anyways hope you enjoy :) 

. . . .

When things don't go according to plan and in the worst way possible, that's when some of the best moments happen..right?

. . . . . 

There was nowhere to go. You felt trapped and rightly so. The perp had you pinned to the ground, Harry McGregor had knocked you flat on your ass because you hadn't properly cleared a corner and he'd managed to get the drop on you. His hand was around your neck and you were scrambling at anything and everything to knock him off balance but he had one knee with almost his entire body weight pressed into your thigh and your other leg was trapped by his other leg so you had no way of nutting him or kicking him in any way. Not that you could because the oxygen was quickly becoming a problem by the rest of his weight pushing down on your neck.  

"Hey!" Gibbs roared a gun placed to the back of the dirtbags head. "Stand up slowly."  

If you could take a breath of relief you would've at the site of Gibbs standing behind the bastard as your eyelids had just started to close. Harry's hand immediately retracted from your neck as he put his hands up, Gibbs and McGee hauled him off you and Tim cuffed him.  

You managed to suck in a breath as Gibbs helped you up. He cupped your cheek, looking you up and down to make sure nothing else was wrong. "I'm fi-ne"  

"When you cough through fi-ne. You aren't fine." He shook his head and dropped his hand.

"Sorry Gibbs, I didn-"

"Doesn't matter. You'll kick yourself about it enough, won't happen again."  

You shook your head in agreement with a smirk. You were already screaming at yourself for getting into that position, how could you be so stupid?! Such a Probie mistake. "You already called an ambulance, didn't you?"  

"No, but you're coming with me to the hospital while McGee takes McGregor to the Navy Yard." He answered, following McGee and McGregor out of the house. You watched as McGee put him in the back of the sedan.  

There wasn't any arguing when Gibbs had helped you into the other Sedan before talking to the team as McGee secured McGregor in the car. Tim had come from checking in with a witness and met you at McGregor's house as Gibbs and you had pulled up, Nick and Ellie had rocked up just as Gibbs came to the rescue.  

Gibbs jumped in the driver's side and started the car. "It happens to everyone y/n. No point beating yourself up about it." He must've seen your mind racing, your eyes darting and you scratching at your neck. It still felt like there was a hand around it.  

"Easier said than done Gibbs." You looked out the passenger window on the way to the hospital. You hated hospitals. Nothing good ever came from going to them, and this wasn't helping proving you wrong. Jack had pointed out the last time you were both in one that babies come out of hospitals which made you laugh. Screaming babies, just what you needed.  

It thankfully didn't take long for the doctor to look you over and Gibbs waited outside, he hadn't said anything while waiting for the doctor and you knew he hated hospitals just as much as you did. If not more. You were watching the door like if you stared at it long enough you would magically walk out of it and out of these white walls. There was a flash of blonde followed by Gibbs yelling something before the door to your room burst open and there was Jack. She looked worried sick, like almost pale and then it changed, a flare of fire behind her eyes. You would've laughed if you weren't being closely examined by the doctor.  

"Ma'am, can you please wait outside." The nurse tried to be so polite but as soon as Ma'am was uttered you knew it was no point.  

"Jack, don't." You warned when you saw the anger being directed at the nurse instead of you. You knew the anger was her default because she was far more worried and upset than angry. Anger was her only way to control the tears. She needed to let it out on someone and it was about to be the poor nurse. Her eyes daring the nurse to take a step closer but you quickly thought of a compromise. "If she stays quiet, can she just sit in the corner?" There was no way Jack was going to leave. She was too bloody stubborn.  

The nurse nodded and went back to her position, opposite the doctor. Jack huffed and slumped down in the chair in the corner of the room, just staring at you. Her lips were in a thin line and you couldn't help but smile, she was trying so hard. She would've spewed strings of words by now, some swear words mixed in, no doubt.  

"Remember to breathe, Jack." She poked her tongue at you for that and this time you laughed as she went back to her closed mouth, crossing her arms over her chest.  

The doctor made you do a few more breathing tests before giving you the all clear. "You'll have some bruising for a while, if it becomes uncomfortable place an ice pack on it for short increments at a time. Everything else seems to be fine. You didn't black out or were deprived of oxygen for an extended period of time so there's no concern for brain damage."  

"That's preexisting." Jack mumbled and you quirked a brow at her, amused by her sass.  

The doctor and nurse chuckled. "That may be, I have nothing to help in that case but just apply an ice pack as I said. If you feel light headed or anything out of the ordinary please come back in right away." He turned to Jack. "She should go home for the day. Make sure she rests."

You laughed as you slipped back into your jacket. "I have a report to finish. It's just desk work, Doc. I can do that can't I?"  

That's when Gibbs walked into the room in front of the nurse, like her knew the right time to butt in. "That can wait until tomorrow."  

You huffed and hopped off the bed, Gibbs handed you back your badge and sig. There was no point arguing against any of them at this point. Gibbs made sure Jack was taking you home before he left for the office.

Jack hadn't said anything since leaving the hospital and it was starting to annoy you. Did she really have nothing to say or was she taking this quiet thing way too seriously? "Jack?" You looked at her as she drove, her eyes trained on the road as she drove slower than her usual speed. It was even under the speed limit which had alarm bells sounding in your head.  

"How- how?" It was all she could say and you sighed, slumping back in your seat. You'd been thinking the exact same thing for the past two hours and now Jack was about to rip you a new one.  

"Let it out." You needed someone to yell at you or something. Gibbs was too nice, making sure you were ok instead of roaring protocol at you. Maybe that was coming tomorrow? It just made you feel off, you never liked the silent treatment.  

"You scared the shit out of me-us. I got a call from Gibbs saying you were both at the hospital and you were hurt. I ran out of the office before he could say you were fine, ran into McGee and McGregor- oh boy if I had known! - I thought, I thoug -" She sucked in a shuddering breath and you couldn't believe how shaken she sounded. Now you definitely preferred the silent treatment over a scared Jack.  

You two had been close for months now, some may see it as best friends but you knew there was something more. Your shared looks, the way you caught her staring at you from the promenade. Her touches and the twinge in your gut every time she was close or you just saw her. Your day wasn't complete without seeing or talking to her. There was one day a week ago when she didn't come into work because of personal reasons and you were in a crap mood all day, it clicked when you got home and received a text from her, your mood instantly lifted. This wasn't a feeling you had felt about someone before and it scared you. Nothing had scared you quite like how you felt about Jack, like she was the day to your night and these weren't feelings you were meant to have about a colleague or even a friend but here they were all the same.  

You let yourself for a second imagine how if the situation was reversed how you might feel and that was possibly the worst feeling. You reached over and rested your palm on her knee. "I'm fine, Jack. As fine as I can be."  

"I know. Just -" She kept getting the words stuck in her head, she didn't know how to process her feelings or tell you how she felt without letting it all out. There was a line she wanted to cross but knew this wasn't the way to do it.  

You squeezed her knee before retracting you hand but you didn't get too far before she interlaced her fingers with yours. "I didn't clear a room properly and he got the drop on me. My fault really."  

"What? That he strangled you? Fuck no." You both laughed at her rash words, your eyes dropped to your joined hands and you smiled. Her hand fit perfectly in yours, you wanted to roll your eyes at such a thought but it did.  

The rest of the car ride was silent, you listened to the radio and Jack did her best at driving with one hand. She pulled up to your apartment, ran around the car quickly in an attempt to open your door but you shooed her away. Other than some discomfort around your neck you really were fine. But that didn't stop her from hanging around, making you a hot cup of green tea and a sandwich while you showered. She placed everything on the coffee table by the couch when you walked back into the living room. The shower had washed away some of the feeling of a hand around your neck but not the butterflies of having Jack in your apartment.  

"Jack!" You whined seeing the food and drink waiting on the table for you.  

"Shut up and eat something." She sat down beside you on the couch, placing the plate in your lap when you made no attempt of grabbing it. "Eat."  

You pouted but took a bite and a smile spread across your lips. "Nutella?"  

"Well you don't have any kind of salad or jelly in your fridge so Nutella was the only option." She smiled, leaning back into the couch, her arm spread across the back of the couch. You could feel the bend in the cushion and wanted so badly to lean back to feel her skin against yours but you concentrated on the sandwich instead.  

Now that you knew it was a Nutella sandwich you devoured it easily. Placing the plate back on the coffee table you wrapped your hands around the cup of tea and sunk back into your couch. This time you could feel Jack's arm and leaned into it, rolling your head to the side to look at her. "Thank you."  

She smiled and your stomach twinged again. Her other hand came up and gently caressed the side of your neck, she must've been expecting a flinch because there was concern written all over her face but you didn't and she relaxed, her thumb ghosting over the bruises there. Her eyes scanning over you, up to your lips before she looked you in the eyes. "Any time."  

You smiled, bringing the cup up to your lips, eyes still locked with hers, she was looking at you with such care and devotion, it made your heart skip a few. You swallowed and placed the cup back in your lap, closing your eyes as her thumb caressed over your neck and her hand went up to cup your cheek. You felt her shift on the couch but didn't open your eyes, enjoying her touch too much and honestly you were exhausted. There was a soft press to the corner of your mouth and it took you a second to register that it was her lips. You froze, every nerve in your body suddenly very aware of how she was touching you and her lips left too soon. Too soon for you to react and you just wanted more.

Your eyes shot open as her hand left your skin, her face only inches away. She wasn't looking at you anymore, her eyes focused on her thumbnail that she was fiddling with in her hand. You placed your cup of tea on the table and took her hand before she ripped her finger nail entirely off. You placed her hand back on your neck closed the gap between you. It wasn't fast or desperate like you thought your first kiss would be. Her lips were soft and gentle against yours. You brought your hand up to thread into her hair, deepening the kiss only enough to make her gasp before pulling back.  

Her eyes stayed shut as you pulled away, her teeth pinching her bottom lip and you wanted nothing more to kiss her again, sucking on that lip but you needed her to open her eyes before you could do that. A smile curled her lips and the worry you didn't realise was building, dissipated. "You kissed me." It was a mix of surprise and realization. Her eyes shot open at her words, rich golden-brown drowning in yours.  

"You kissed me first."  

"You were sitting there being all cute and always irresistible myself control went out the window." She shrugged, shifting so she was sitting closer, her feet tucked in and her arm across the back of the couch came to rest on your shoulders. Her fingers playing with your hair at the base of your neck as she leaned closer.  

Her nose brushing against yours, drawing a wider smile from your lips. "You keep touching me like that and I can't help it."  

"Then I can't help but kiss you." She leaned back, her eyes darting from your eyes to your lips and back again.

You lean forward, looking from her sparkling eyes to her flushed cheeks and soft lips. "I'm not going to stop you." You breathe as she closes the gap.  

Her lips ghost over yours, causing you to whimper before she captures your lips, her fingers threading more purposefully into your hair. Her other hand gently curling around the back of your neck, holding you in place. This time she kisses you with the perfect mix of passion and softness, your injury still present in both your minds. You part your lips as her tongue eagerly pleads for access and you let her explore, enjoying every second of it as she crowds your space.  

You pull apart, coughing at the lack of oxygen. "I'm fine." You say as you look at Jack's face plastered with concern, her shoulders tense up watching you struggle for breath, "You didn't hurt me, don't worry." You tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, cupping her cheek in the process and she leans into your touch. She turns her head to place a kiss into your palm.  

"Probably have to wait a few days for your breathing to be back to normal." Your hand drops from her cheek as she leans her forehead against yours.  

"You'll just have to kiss me in other places." You smirk, the words spilling out before you can filter them but Jack does exactly that. She started with your cheek, then across your jaw and down your neck before her phone buzzed. It gave you a moment for your heart to catch up.  

"Son of a bitch." She grumbled, shifting to pick up her phone from the coffee table. "What?" Her voice laced with venom.

You knew it was Gibbs the moment she looked at the caller ID and still groused through the phone. He was the only person she'd ever give that tone with and you smiled as she rolled her eyes. A hand came up to cover your mouth before you could say the smart-ass thing you were about to so you just kissed it her palm instead. Your tongue coming out to poke her palm and she pulled away rolling her eyes.  

"I'll be in soon. The profile is on my- Fine.. She's good." Her eyes went back to yours, "I didn't want to leave her until I knew she wasn't going to go anywhere." She said, "I mean it is a very successful persuasion tactic."  

Your brows furrowed, unable to hear his end of the conversation but the last sentence made you very confused. Rethinking over everything that had happened and then it clicked.  

"Now she's concerned. I have to go. I'll be in within the hour." She smiled, "I know it only takes twenty minutes from y/n's place." With that she hung up, not wanting to draw out the conversation any longer and too preoccupied by you.  

"So kissing me was to keep me from not going into work?" You couldn't even believe the words that were exiting your mouth. All your feelings now jumbled and confused. She always made you over think every little thing so you were drawing conclusions that you hated.  

"God no! I was just teasing. You usually get my teasing.."  

"Honestly trying not to pinch myself in case I wake up. So-" You couldn't find the words to describe what you were feeling.  

Jack nodded, pulling you close, pressing her lips against yours for a moment before sitting back to look at you. "I know. He was just being Gibbs so I sassed him. Didn't mean to make you think this didn't mean anything less than amazing or something I haven't been dreaming of for months."  

"Kiss me again."  

Jack did as she was told with a smile and pressed her lips against yours and then a quick peck to the corner of your mouth before reluctantly pulling away. You huffed a puff of disappointment which only amused Jack further. "Anything longer and I won't be able to leave and Gibbs want's me in interrogation."  

"That sounds like a bad idea."  

"But who's going to question the almighty Gibbs?"  

"Usually you, actually."  

"Good point but I enjoy a good challenge." She brushed her nose against yours, placing a feather light kiss just under your eye. "Okay I need to go."  

"That definitely sounds like a bad idea." You both laugh as Jack hops up, not before kissing the top of your head. You could definitely get use to her need to touch or kiss you all the time.

You follow her to the door, far enough back to check out her arse and watch as she slips on her boots and jacket. Her quirked eyebrow as she straightened up let you know that she absolutely caught you checking her out but her face turned serious before walking out. "Promise me you won't do anything crazy."  

You couldn't help but roll your eyes. "I have a strong urge to go on a seven-mile run." You wink as she shakes her head.

"You can barely handle three miles." She laughs, cupping your cheek as you pout but it disappears as she leans in and kisses your forehead.  

"It's just so boring. Give me a punching bag any day."  

Her laughter continued as she opens the door and you watch her walk to her car, waving as she drives away. You smile and shake your head as you close the front door, this day had started off in the worst possible way but had quickly turned into the most magical one. It was only 1300. You hadn't made any plans to see Jack later on but there was no doubt that you'd either hear from her or see her before the day was out. She probably would've stayed if Gibbs hadn't called and you wouldn't have stopped her.  

That seven-mile run never happened, once you crashed on the couch there wasn't any need to get up other than for the toilet once and then passed out on the couch for the remaining of the afternoon while the tv played in the background. The sun was just setting as a loud thump came from your front door. It continued rapidly when you didn't respond right away.  

"Coming!" You flicked on the lamp by the couch as you walked to your front door, rubbing your eyes as you opened it.  

Jack burst through the door, "You scared the crap out of me!" One hand holding a plastic bag and the other wrapping around your shoulders, pulling you into a tight embrace. "Don't you answer your phone?" She pulled back, looking you up and down, making sure you were alright.

"It's on silent, sorry." Jack runs her fingers over your neck, your bruises. "I put it on silent when I know for sure I will not be called in for work. Gibbs knows to call my land line if he needs to get me on days off." The explanation did nothing to alleviate the worry Jack had in her eyes. "Sorry." You repeat, leaning in and kissing her lips.  

She seemed to relax after that, a soft hum escaping her body. Leaning back, she lifted up the plastic bag that had delicious smells coming from it and went into your living room, sitting down on her spot on the couch. You can't help but smile to yourself at how quickly that had come to be her spot. Leaning against the door frame happily watching as she unpacked take out containers on to your coffee table. "Well because you didn't answer I just guessed you haven't had dinner and brought pasta." She looked so at home in your place, slipping her shoes off and putting them to the side before waiting for you to reply or move.  

"Love pasta but right now.." Jack's brow quirked as you sit down beside her, crowding her space again and kissing her before she could say anything. You hadn't managed to get her out of your head all afternoon, your dreams didn't help either. So, when she showed up at your door with dinner it took all your energy not to throw yourself on her there and then plus her worry had halted you in your tracks.  

Her hands come up and her fingers thread into your hair, bringing you even closer as you swing your right leg over her lap, straddling her. Your hands resting, fisting the back of the couch. You pulled away, sucking in oxygen but you didn't open your eyes right away, enjoying the moment as Jack's hands moved down and holding you in place on her lap. "That some kind of thank you?" She smiled, kissing the corner of your mouth and then leaving a trail down your neck.  

You hummed and groaned as she sucked harder at the base of your neck, smiling as you made all kinds of sounds when she kissed certain spots. "Think the dinner's getting cold." You breathe, sinking further into her lap, drawing a moan out of her.  

"It is." She made a trail of soft kisses back up to your lips. "Want me to stop?"  

You looked into her eyes as she straightened up, whiskey brown almost gone, her eyes dripping with desire as she captured your lips again. The only thing stopping you both was the grumble that came from your stomach which betrayed you and broke the kiss.  

The pasta was worth the post-poned making out on the couch session, after all you could get back to that once you both had eaten. You shared glances and small talk between bites. Jack updated you on the case and was proud that she restrained herself enough in interrogation.  

You sunk back into the couch, your stomach grumbling for an entirely different reason now. Jack is as full as you so you end up snuggled together on the couch, your head resting on her shoulder with her wrapped around you. A tv show catches both your attentions and you sit in mostly silence watching together. One episode leads into three and you can't keep your eyes open much longer.  

"Think it's time to get you into bed." You hear Jack mumble and nod your head in agreement. She helps you up and into your bedroom, flipping the covers back on your bed and you hop in. Jack turns to leave but you catch her hand. "I'm just going out to pack up the takeout and I'll be back to see you before I leave. She places a kiss to your forehead and you let go of her hand.  

It's less than five minutes and she's back to check on you but you couldn't stay awake long enough. Your soft purrs make her smile as she sits down on the bed by your hip, her fingers brush away hair that's fallen on your face. You hum at the feeling but don't quite wake up.  

"You're beautiful, I don't know what I would've done if-" She cuts herself off, the words lodged in her throat. "Good night y/n." She leans forward gently pressing her lips to your forehead.  

"Don't go.." You murmur, your hand coming out from under the blankets to seek out her.  

"I was going to sleep on the co-" She laughs as you tug her hand, she braces herself so she doesn't fall on you but gets the hint and climbs into bed behind you. She slips off her top, her singlet underneath was comfortable enough to sleep in and shucks off her pants. You get impatient and roll over, still mostly asleep but you find some skin and your eyes snap open. Jack laughs at you and snuggles into a comfortable position facing you. "I can't sleep in my work clothes, now can I?"  

"Guess not." Your hand coming up to cup her cheek and she turns kissing your palm. "Thank you for staying."  

"Happy to." She wriggles closer, capturing your lips in a soft kiss and then pulls back to place another on your forehead. "Sleep, you've had a long day."  

You had to agree but now that you were awake you needed to say something. "Jack I can't get you out of my head. I've tried to fight it for so long but after today. What are we doing?" Never in your dreams did you think Jack Sloane would be in your bed but here she was. This morning was hectic enough but because of that here you both were, snuggled up in bed together.  

Her lips curled into a soft smile; your eyes adjusted to the darkness that you could make it out. Her eyes looking into yours when she found her answer. "I've liked you for so long, I never crossed the blurred line because I was scared. Scared of being turned down, of our friendship being ruined but when Gibbs called this morning. I knew, -" She paused, catching her breath along with her emotions. "I was going to say something in the hospital room but it was too crowded and then I didn't want it to seem like I was doing it because-"

You smiled, she was rambling, once she started spilling her feelings she didn't know how to stop. Now you had the moment to do what you'd always wanted to do, kiss her in the middle of talking. She smiled as you captured her lips, you were expecting a slap to the shoulder but instead she returned the kiss, cupping your cheek before you broke apart. "I know." With your foreheads touching, you closed your eyes and focused on her breathing. It eventually leveled out and so did yours. It carried you off to sleep and that night your dreams didn't come close how good the reality to would be when you woke up with Jack Sloane in your arms.  

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[yuna-dan]

Blame the kids (Interlude)

Yes, I know. But I did warned I wouldn’t be able to update as much. Sadly next chapter will proably take longer since I need to graduate and I fucking (pardon) failed maths and I need to passed because if i dont my parents are going to kill me and then I’ll kill myself. So I wont be that active since I seriously need to concentrate.

Also. Yes this chapter is important. Every five chapters there will be an interlude that’s kinda aside from the Logicality fic. 

So yeah. I hope you like this.

Summary: Logan was a dedicated teacher. Marion was a social worker with two kids. The kids were jerks.

Warning: Angsty. Cursing and mention of an intent of rape. NOTHING GRAPHIC. However if you feel uncomfortable skip that part.

Based on: Single! Dad with two kids and Teacher! Logic by @prinxietys (if me tagging you makes u uncomfortable make me know plssss)

Last Chapter here

Marion was smiling proudly for his new case; the little girl was hugging his new mama and the woman was kissing her head.

Someone tapped his shoulder and he looked over “Can I talk to you, Mo?”

Morality followed the man to his office after saying goodbye to the girl and her family, in there was a little kid who was sitting at the desk, moving his legs. He giggled.

“Alex, I've told you. Sit on a chair.” The kid rolled his eyes and jump off the desk, sitting on the floor. “Can you wait outside? Please I need to talk to–”

“Yeah, yeah.” He brushed him off and stormed out of the office.

“Look, Morality.” He grabbed some files from his desk, “I’m going to retire in less than a month and I wanted–”

“You want me to take the kid's case?” He finished for him, “Why, though? I don't have a problem but I'm curious.” He pursed his lips.

The older man pulled his white hair a little. “He's kind of a problematic kid and he'll probably will end up with a random social worker and I think that would be a lot for him to take and I also think you're good at your job.” He ended with a laugh.

“Sure. What's his name? I'll take him.”

“Alexander Sanderson.”

“Hi kiddo,” Alex was sitting outside the office with hugging his little legs. “I'm Marion Sanders but you can call me Morality. I'll be your new social worker and I'll help you find a forever home.” He tries to ruffle his hair but the kid flinched and Morality, who was kneeling beside him was slightly surprised.

“Yeah. Good luck with that.”

What the heck?

Marion was driving and the kid was in the backseat, looking outside the window.

“This is a tempora–”

“I know. I'm not new at this.”

“Okay, grumpy pants. You've got my number?”

“Mm-Mm.” He nodded.

"There are going to be other three kids in there, play nice kiddo. The dad is a mechanic and I’m almost sure the mom is a nurse, I don’t remember. I think they’re a nice family or at least they told me so. If you don’t like it there we can find another one.”

“Oh my god, yes I get it.” He snapped.

Morality laughed.

The only thing he hated about his job was paperwork. Why the heck do they have to make paperwork? Paperwork was a pain in the ass.

He was going through some of it when his phone rang, “PJern's castle, what's your hassle?”

“Morality?” the tiny voice of a kid informed Marion it was not the time for jokes.

“Yeah. What’s wrong sweetie? Is everything okay?”

“It’s Alex. I’m sorry to bother you or interrupt you, but uhm I think I’m in danger?”

“Okay, okay.” He has already outside the building. “What’s going on Alex?”

“So… Umm, all the kids went to the park but I couldn’t go because I’m punished, but I’m sure I didn’t do anything wrong…” he was stuttering, almost nervous, “And now Peter and Anna are fighting really loud and I think she’s leaving right now.”

Morality’s body freeze. He didn’t want to think on what could that mean. “Ok. Sweetie I need you to lock the door of your room…”

“We are not allowed to lock them.” The eight-years-old mumbled. “Something bad happened the last time.” He whispered, scared.

Morality pinched his nose, almost angry, “No. I need you to lock yourself in the room. Stay close to the phone. I’ll be there in five.”

The image of a forty-years-old man with no pants, blood on his fists trying to knock the door of a little kid is something he doesn’t want to see again.

Alex was terrified. He was holding a lamp as if it was a weapon and was shaking while silent tears rolled from his cheeks.

Morality had already called the police but he arrived first, and he was just outrage to see a man trying to take advantage of a kid like that... so he punched him.

“You know I can't tolerate that behavior,” Peter, his boss, said while they were in the hospital, “You should've wait for the police...”

Peter, also known as Pranks, was mad. He hated men who abused kids but he was a boss, and he needed to maintain an image, even if he hated.

Morality frowned but commented nothing. “I should freeze your license.” He said and Marion's breath caught on his throat, “but since you save a kid I will let this passed. Don't tease me though Marion.” He winked.

Morality sighed relief, “This is my life, thanks P.”

Pranks smiled and nodded, “Yeah, you owe me a lot, pie. Now go and check on your kid, he's probably scared.”

Alex was sipping his juice box, it's been two weeks since that horrible experience and he was still on the hospital.

“Hey kiddo,” Morality entered without knocking, “How you been holding?”

Alex just mumbled a 'mfine' and brought his legs to his chest and holding them there. Morality sat on the bed and Alex moved a little away from the man, making Marion a little sad.

“What’s going to happened to me? Where am I going?” His voice was harsh but the man managed to notice the fear on it.

“Remember that sometimes you stay in your last social worker house for a while?” He nodded, “You’ll stay in mine then your forever home will come next.” He added enthusiastically.

“Ok.”

Morality was driving towards his house keeping in mind that the eight-year-old might already arrived and cursing himself and his own forgetting mind. The reason?

Alexander didn’t have keys.

He arrived two hours later and he found the kid sitting in front of the door, doing homework over his legs.

“I’m so so sorry Alex, I forget that you didn’t have keys.”

Alex chuckled dismissively, “This wouldn’t be the first time I stay outside a house.”

“C’mon. Let’s start eating. I buy pizza to apologize and because you’re a piz-za of work…”

“Ughhh.”

Alex was taking out his homework when he noticed the rectangle form inside it.

“Fuck.”

He recognized it as the phone of Marion. “Shit, he's going to kill me.”

“Yeah, I noticed it.” Marion ruffled his hair while serving him the food.

“I'm sorry, I didn't realize it.” He whispered ashamed.

“It's fine baby,” the words felt easy on his tongue, “I don't mind it, it was a mistake.”

Alex smiled.

They worked easily. Almost as if they've always been living together.

Alex walk to the school to the house, he cleaned a little and prepare the table and wait for Marion while doing his homework.

Marion arrived, checked his homework and then prepared the food.

They work nicely. It was pretty.

“Why didn't you tell me you lost a year?” Morality was scolding him and Alex rolled his eyes annoyed.

“I already feel stupid, don't add it.” He snapped angrily.

“Hey, don’t call yourself that.” Marion said, but his voice was still mad. “Gosh, you need to tell me, I can help you Alex. You’re a kid.”

“You read my file, don’t you?” He raised up abruptly from the chair where he was sitting.

“We’re not done, young man.”

“I don’t care.” He yelled closing the door hard.

“Yeah, but I do.” He screamed back at the kid.

“You’re becoming a dad, bro.” Thomas snickered.

Morality just grumbled while looking up for courses that could be useful for Alex.

“I’ve got two good news for you, kiddo.” That was the first statement that Marion did when he entered his home.

“What?” He looked up from his homework.

“Summer is coming up, and I inscribe you to a course where you’ll get ahead. You’ll make up for the year you lost so when you enter school again you’ll be with the kids of your age!” Alex was raising an eyebrow confused.

“I-I…”

“And I think I found you a home! They want to try it! You’ll have a brother though, is that okay?”

Alex look shook and is he wanted to cry, “Yeah. It’s okay.”

“Good. Now, help me with the food. I’ll teach you how to prepare pasta.”

Few hours passed after that moment and Marion was about to check on his kid. He knocked on the door and opened it before he got an answered. “Hey, ‘Lex ten more minutes and lights out, okay?”

He was surprised when the little kid’s arm wrapped around his waist. Alex buried his head on his stomach.

“Thank you.” He whispered.

Marion gently ran his fingers through his hair. “It’s okay kiddo.”

Two months. Two months and Alex was doing greater than any house. Yeah, nightmares come and go sometimes, but Marion manage to help him.

Heck, even in school his grades improved. Marion sign him up for in course, where he could do his homework and improved his social skills.

“Why are there two teachers?” He had asked when Marion told him.

“No… It’s only one.”

“But you said them…” Morality could’ve ‘awwed’ but manage to keep a straight face.

“See, some people identified themselves with different pronouns. You’ll understand when you get older… or not. Either way I’ll support you.”

Alex was really confused but shrugged it off. “Fine. Thanks.”

“Bob's ambulance, you maul 'em we haul 'em.” He heard a snicker from the other side of the phone.

“Hello. Mr. Sanders?”

“Yeah, what’s up Mrs. What can I do for you?”

“Um, yeah. I called you a few months ago. I was considering fostering a kid, I believe his name was Alexander?” Her voice was soft and ashamed.

“Oh yeah. Alexander Sanderson, he’s excited about it.” He lied. Okay, yeah. Alex was kind of happy but he hasn’t comment anything.

“I’m sorry. I don’t think my family will be okay. I mean, we traveled a lot, and right now we finally manage to get a grip in our life I don’t think it would be fair for my son and Alex. We’ll be back but maybe in a year.”

Morality sighed, “Yeah. Okay.”

“You should adopt him.” Pranks said when he got in the house.

“What are you doing here?”

“Alex let me in. You need to adopt him. He’s stable. He’s okay. I came here to talk about what’s going to happened to him, now that his foster family, but he finds a family here! Marion!”

He shot a look at the kid sitting on the counter reading a book and his heart broke at the idea of separate of him.

“Maybe…”

“Kiddo! I’ve got pizza and a slightly bad news.”

“Why?!” Marion was slicing some apples for breakfast when the kid interrupted him.

“Why, what honey?” Marion turned himself to see the Alex’s eyes.

“Why do you fucking care?!”

“’Lex, you okay?” He gently let the knife over the table and went to the kitchen’s door and went

“Stop it!” Huge tears were rolling down his face and Morality was about to panic.

It's been a few hours since Marion dropped the bomb about wanting to be the legal guardian of Alexander and he didn’t even comment a thing.

“Is this about me wanting to adopt you, honey–?” Alex stomp his foot to the floor.

“Why do you want me?! Why do you care?!” Alex screams was frightening Marion. He has seen Alex shout in the night when he woke up from a bad dream but he had never seen the kid like this.

“Alex,” He reached to his head, trying to caress his hair but the youngster spat away his hand.

“My own parents didn’t care! They abandoned me like a fucking dog! Why do you even care!?” Or at least he understands that, since the crying didn’t let the kid speak correctly.

“Honey, don’t.” He kneeled in front of him and embrace the crying figure in a tight hug. “It’s okay sweetie.”

Alex, at the beginning, was trying to break free from the hug but Morality would just hold him tighter whenever he tried to get away. Until Alex melted in the hug and buried his head into the chest of his social worker.

“Stop caring so much…” He whispered.

Marion hold his head with his right hand and the other one hold his back, pressing their bodies together, “Can’t do that.”

Alex was in the bathroom cleaning his face. “I’m already late for school.”

Marion was outside it, waiting in front of the door, “I don’t think you can go.”

“Wha-?”

“You’re terribly sick.” Marion commented dramatically, throwing his hands in the air. “You are burning with feeveer. You caaan’t even walk from the sickness.”

“Are you feeling okay, Mo?”

“Not really. I think I’m infected with a weird virus…” Alex raised his eyebrow, “Maybe we should stay at HOME and rest.” He winked. “Let me call your director and Pranks. You go and put your jammies.”

Alex smiled, “’Kay”

They were laying on Marion’s bed. “I need you to talk to me.” He whispered gently while caressing his hair and removing it from his brown eyes.

“Why?”

“I want to help you, baby.” He kissed affectionately his forehead and Alex’s eyes watered again. “Even if you don’t want me to adopt you, I want to help you.” He keep caressing his head and with his thumbs removing the tears.

And Alex talked…

Im going to separate this into two because this will kept getting longer XDDD. I’m sorry. But I hope you all enjoy it! I really do! This was a hard chapter to write tbh. If you notice something worng or a warning i missed pleae let me know. Also I want to add that he was not... you know raped (I hate that word Im sorry). That, yes kids can curse. Yes his story be explained in the near future... hopefully. To that nice anon who send the lullaby Im going to used it :).

I appreciate all the feedback <3

Thanks for reading :)

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