Pacing back and forth with steaming hands to his blonde head, he began to worry his own mother, who placed a stern hand on his broad shoulder to stop him in his tracks. “Sweetheart… you’re scaring everyone, sit down already.” After those words, his crimson irises moved from the face of his aging mother to the random eyes on him in the shared waiting room. How long was he pacing for? Were his thoughts being expressed out loud? A loud tch escaped the stressed out man and he slumped into a nearby chair, with age he was able to control his emotions a little easier and even more so with the help of his wife. But without her, he was a god damn wreck, like right now.
“She’s a fighter, like yer’ mama!” Bakugou’s mother pressed, trying to ease just a little bit of her son’s worry.
“What …. what if there’s a fucking complication! And I’m not there next to her!” His deep voice wailed out, his hands going back to grip at the sides of his head. This is why he wanted to wait for as long as they did, hell if he could have waited even longer he would. Women died in child birth around the world all the time, quirkless or not. If he lost her, if he lost both of them, what would he do? Bakugou’s mind was starting to become his enemy in this moment and all this waiting was making it all even worse! His palms were sweaty and his breath shaken, he was so anxious that both of his legs shook relentlessly. His wife had been in labor now for thirty-two hours. “W-Why is it taking so long!?”
“Babies don’t just pop out son,” his father now chimed in, he was calm the whole time but remembered reacting the exact same way when he was waiting for his now grown man son to be born. Just as Bakugou stood up to snap at his old man, the doors swung open and a familiar nurse’s face came rushing over to the waiting family. She smiled up at the husband and urged them all to follow, it was time for the Bakugous to meet their newest addition to the family. “Katsuki… you go on ahead first… come get us after you’ve officially met your child.” his father stated with a proud smile on his cheeks, embracing his now emotional wife who just couldn’t wait to see her grandchild.
Gulping, it was finally time to meet his child but he hesitated when it came to opening the door. He wanted to be by his wife’s side this whole time and now that he could he was beyond nervous all over again. Frozen in place. ‘What do I say…? Will I be good to this child? Oh god! What if I hurt it!? Y/N will kill me…. I’ll kill me!’ Bakugou’s mind began to act up once again forcing a strong scowl on his trouble features. But a sudden sound snapped him out of it. A baby crying along with the soft hushed tones of his wife’s voice and then the tears began to fall, “t-tch!” he growled, wiping his face before opening the door. This was his family! So why was he standing behind a closed door crying like some idiotic weakling!?
“O-Oh, Katsuki!” Y/N breathed out when she looked up at the suddenly flung opened doors. Her husband just stared at her in the doorway, worry written all over his clearly exhausted features. He gave her his usual greeting like they did when they were back at home, a simple nod in her direction and she laughed. Her hair was a mess and sticking to her damp skin from all the sweat, cheeks bright red but still held a tired but purely happy smile on them, wet from all the tears. He couldn’t get over the fact that his wife in this moment was actually glowing. His wide crimson irises moved from his radiant wife down to what was within her arms and pressed into her chest. “Come say hello to Kana,” she whispered sweetly, gesturing him over with a hand.
His feet brought him closer, but he hesitated to make any sudden movements because of the size of the bundle in her arms. It was so tiny but when what was inside of that bundle was shown to him, he felt another rush of emotions and the tears came flowing out again against his will. The bundle was tiny but the child wrapped within it was even more so. His wife wiped away at her own tears, she knew her husband was an emotional man underneath all his grumpiness when he cried more than her during their wedding. She just knew that he would cry meeting his daughter as well. He dropped to his knees by the bed, moving his face closer to the newborn without moving her mother or her, and he just stared. No words, just staring in awe. He didn’t move a muscle once he was in that tiny girl’s presence. How could he dare touch something so small and so precious? “I….I’ll never let anything fucking happen to her… to you…… us.”
Y/N touched her husband’s cheek with his words, causing him to look up at her bright face again, “I know you will, you’re our hero after all.” Bakugou gave a shaky laugh before shoving his face into his wife’s chest a series of sobs wracking his body, what a complete mess he was. She was okay and so was their little one, all thanks to her and not him. Y/N gently caressed the top of his head all while staring at the calm little child in her other arm, still utterly shocked and amazed that these two adults made such a perfect being. While her father cried in the arms of her mother, Kana began to wiggle and fuss within the blanket. Her tiny face twisted as she got more upset and Y/N couldn’t stop the laughing fit that came over her.
This little girl was the spitting image of Katsuki himself, a tiny fluff of ashen blonde at the top of her head and that scowl on her cheeks matching his perfectly being only a few hours old. “L-Look Kacchan…. she’s opening her eyes…” Y/N patted at his head and he wiped his sadness on her hospital gown, he looked down and his crimson irises caught with another identical pair. ‘She’s so beautiful…’ he gasped within his head while he studied every part of that little girl’s face in silence. “You know…. you can hold her, she’s your kid.”
“I-I can’t…. What if I drop her?”
“Well….. luckily we’re in a hospital already because if you do you’ll have to be checked in right away.”
“Tch….!” He scoffed at his wife with a nervous smirk, he did want to hold his child but his nerves were his enemy today. Grumbling at his emotional distress, he looked around the room and brought a nearby chair that was behind him much closer, because once that girl was in his arms he wouldn’t be moving any time soon. Scooting the chair until he knees were touching the hospital bed, he plopped down into the cushions and glared intently at his wife with puffy eyes before opening his arms wide.
She rolled her eyes in return and slowly lifted the girl up with both of her hands, “watch her head, okay?” His glare intensified but he didn’t mean to that’s just how his body reacted to his feelings, his wife knew it was his nerves and that this was an emotional time for the both of them. He was allowed to act like this. Cautiously Y/N brought Kana down into Katsuki’s bulky arms, knowing that even though they were muscular and scarred, they were also kind and very gentle. His face twisted from a glare to a nervous, nearly panicked look while the child was being lowered down. Soon enough, there he was with the smallest being in his large arms, which only made her look even smaller within them, he fumbled to get comfortable with her weight.
“Fuck she’s so tiny..” he murmured through tight lips, his irises focused on her while she also stared back up at him. He allowed himself time to adjust to such a new sensation and while he did, Kana fell back asleep, allowing her father to stare down at her in peace. This was his kid, no denying it. “…she’s perfect,” he whispered while bringing the newborn up to his face slowly, more confident with handling her after some time had passed. He brought a finger to her cheeks, touching at the soft skin, utterly amazed by the look of her. That blonde hair, those crimson irises, this little girl even had his nose. Which he placed a gentle kiss against before the tears that rolled out of his face once more landed on her’s.
Based on the song ‘My Girl’ by The Temptations. Enjoy!
I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day.
When it’s cold outside I’ve got the month of May.
Everyone rested on their knees kneeling to Negan, watching as he smiled at all of his people. Lucille in his hand, fingers gripped tight around the polished wood as he began to quietly chuckle. “Y'all can stand” his voice boomed, shifting his body 360 degrees as everyone began to rise from their knees. He then turned to his next victim, sitting right in the middle of the large room.
Negan smiled right at him, showing off his pearly white teeth before beginning to laugh. “What’s your name again?” Negan asked. “J-Jason” the man hesitated, obviously scared of what was about to come from the devilish man grinning right in front of him. “Jason, tell me, you see that girl?” Negan asked, pointing right at the balcony, right at you. Jason quickly twisted his head, before looking back at Negan. “S-Sir I-”
I guess you’d say
What can make me feel this way?
Negan grabbed his face, cutting him off from his words and turned Jason’s chair around, making him stare right at you. “Her, right there. Do you see that girl, yes or no?” Negan shouted as Jason began to weep. “Yes!” He cried before Negan threw him onto the floor. You watched helplessly, knowing that no matter how much you would scream and cry for him to stop, Negan would never stop.
“Do you mind telling us who that girl is?” Negan bent down to meet face to face with Jason, watching the boy shake with fear. “(Y-Y/N)” he stuttered before Negan chuckled and smacked Jason’s leg with Lucille causing everyone, including you, to flinch once you heard his loud cries. “You don’t deserve to say her name” Negan spat. Jason was sobbing uncontrollably, his fear and pain pouring out.
“I am going to ask you again, who is she?” Negan grabbed Jason by the shirt, holding Jason’s face close to his as Jason trembled. “Y-Your daughter, s-sir” Jason stuttered as Negan threw him back on the floor, and raised his arms in triumph.
“Now, was that so hard?” Negan played, before glancing back up at you and smiling. “My girl, my precious not-so-little girl!” Negan exclaimed, trying to see if he could make you smile, but frowned watching you keep the look of annoyance plastered right on your face.
My girl (my girl, my girl)
Talkin’ 'bout my girl (my girl)
Negan swerved his body away from you, turning and watching the frightened crowd of his people, all terrified of his future actions. “I know, I may not be the best father. I mean hell, in a shit time like this, I don’t think good fathers even exist. But I know, I’d be a completely shit father if I let this moron talk to my daughter the way he did” Negan spoke loud, his voice echoing within the filled factory. He turned his body back to Jason, looking down at the injured boy.
“I don’t know who raised you,” Negan began, “who fed you, played with you, wiped your fuckin’ ass, but I do know this;” Negan pulled Jason up from the floor, throwing him back into the chair that he was sitting in before, and whacked Jason’s torso with Lucille. Jason’s pained cries were like nails on a chalkboard, everyone flinched and covered their ears, unable to bear the shrieks of pain. You had enough and left, feeling hot tears of embarrassment and disappointment streaming down your face.
“You do not ever, ever speak to a woman like that, especially my fuckin’ daughter! Do you understand me, or do I have to repeat myself like I’ve been doin’ for the last 50 fuckin’ times!” Negan shouted. Jason could only get out the slightest of whimpers before Negan shouted for him to answer. “Y-Yes! I-I’m sorry! But p-please, let me g-go!” Jason cried before Negan scoffed. He looked back up at the spot you used to be, before leaning away from Jason’s face and looking back down at the boy.
“I’m not fuckin’ finished with you”
I’ve got so much honey
The bees envy me
I’ve got a sweeter song
Than the birds in the trees
You were locked in your room, sobbing into a pillow, feeling your heart twisted and torn from Negan’s actions. You felt betrayed and alone, like both of your parents had died. Losing your mother at a young age, before all of this happened, was hard enough, but now your father acting like this, killing innocent people, to say you were disappointed would be an understatement.
Three loud bangs cascaded from the other side of your door, you shifted your body as the door slowly opened, revealing Negan with a bloodied Lucille slung over his shoulder.
I guess you’d say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl (my girl, my girl)
Talkin’ 'bout my girl (my girl)
“Baby, I’m so-”
“Can you just leave? You are the last person I want to see right now.”
Negan frowned, setting Lucille down by your door before closing it and stepping towards your bed, sitting next to you. “You are so stubborn, just like your mother,” Negan chuckled “just like your mother.” he repeated softly to himself before shaking his head.
“I know you know I haven’t been the same since she died, hell, I haven’t been the same since she got goddamn cancer. But you, you’re the reason why I haven’t completely lost my mind. You kept me in place” Negan spoke softly, this was a side of Negan you haven’t experienced since you were a little girl, it felt like a completely different person.
Negan looked over at you, and chuckled. His smile was big as he continued to look over your facial features which he found completely identical to your mothers. “I know you’re not happy with the way I do things, Baby. But this is who I am, this is how I keep us safe!” You cringed at the use of your old nickname; Baby. Your mothers favorite movie was Dirty Dancing and she began to call you Baby after you had told her you wanted to dance just like Baby.
Though Negan despised the movie, the nickname did stick with him and he has used it ever since, but as you got older you began to hate the nickname, as it reminded you of the times that used to be.
I don’t need no money, fortune or fame
I’ve got all the riches, baby
One man can claim
“Don’t call me Baby” you muttered, before Negan was taken aback, his eyes widening at your fierce attitude. “What did you just say to me?” He grumbled, his short temper now sparked. “Don’t call me that dumb nickname, don’t even think about it! Only my dad is allowed to call me that and right now I don’t know where he is!” You shouted, as Negan furrowed his eyebrows.
“Who do you think you are, talkin’ to me like that, after I just defended you from that dick-wipe who completely treated you like a piece of trash!” Negan shouted back at you, his voice obviously louder than yours. “I’m not that little eight year old anymore, I can handle myself! I taught myself how to survive without a dad, because a dad is the complete opposite of what you are!” You cried, watching a rare look of horror play out on Negan’s face.
guess you’d say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl (my girl, my girl)
Talkin’ 'bout my girl (my girl)
Negan grabbed you off of the bed, holding you in his arms, close to his chest. “No matter how much you hate me, I’m always gonna love you. You make think I’m unfair, but I’m doing what I need to do to survive and keep your ass safe, because keepin’ your ass safe is what your mother would want. I want what she wants. So hate me all you want, you can even kill me right now, but if you did, I’d still take a bullet right between the fuckin’ eyes to protect you” Negan spoke, as tears began to fill your eyes, you didn’t know how to react.
You couldn’t help but pull him into a tight him, whispering soft 'I’m sorry’s’ into his ear. You definitely have never seen this side of him for a long time, and you couldn’t have been more relieved to know that he still had his soft spot for you. His sunshine, his Baby, his girl.
That was really bad. I apologize. I might rewrite this.
Warnings: Guys, this is really bad. Swearing. Very painful injury. Heights. Kidnapping. A bit of torture. Just… Pain, lots of pain. (That is a reference. If you get, high five!)
Summary: After getting kidnapped, you wake up and find yourself on top of a tall building in excruciating pain. You try your best to stall what you feel is your final day while going through a series of unfortunate events [hehe].
A/N: It’s finally fucking here! God, I am so sorry for the damn wait, I’ve been really busy lately and haven’t really had the time to just sit down and write. I hope you enjoy this part. there might be another part to this, I’m not sure though. Thank you @ilovetardisblue for helping me with this chapter!!!
The the last thing you remember before passing out
is his hand covering your mouth with a cloth.
When you groggily come to, the first thing that
grabs your attention, is the excruciating pain in your shoulder that you’re
laying on. You try to get up, crying out as you do so because the top of it
feels like it’s being dipped in lava. You squeeze your eyes in pain as you
slowly sit up.
After taking a minute to catch your breath, you open
your eyes, tears blurring your vision, as you try to look at what’s wrong with
your shoulder. You blink rapidly, eyes clearing of tears as you look at it.
Your eyes widen at the sight of your extremely bruised and swollen shoulder
surrounding an odd bump on the top of it.
What the hell happened?
You look up to take a look at your surroundings, but
get distracted by the fact that you’re only a couple feet from the ledge of the
building you’re on. With a quick glance around you, you realize it’s a very tall building.
“Oh FUCK!” You screech, awkwardly scrambling away from
the ledge as much as you can, squeezing your eyes shut while trying to catch
your breath. Your shoulder flaring up in pain from moving as you focus on
staying calm, taking deep breaths as you go through everything you can
You remember answering the door to an old man
standing in front of you, and him knocking you out, but you have no idea what
happened after. That must’ve been one
hell of a drug, goddamn.
You sigh, looking around at your surroundings,
searching for anything that could help you. Your heart drops when you realize
there’s nothing there. You’re on some hellish building that doesn’t have the
usual barrier around the perimeter of the building. It just drops down straight
into the underworld. It takes you a minute to take in the fact that something
with wings is walking towards you. You flinch, reprimanding yourself for moving
as your shoulder protests. It’s not until the thing is only a couple feet away
from you that you recognize its face and realize it’s the old man that
You scowl up at him, not wanting to look even more
vulnerable then you already are. You lean away as he glances at you before
looking back at the phone- your phone- in his hands. “What do you want with me?
I’m literally no use to you.” You ask, surprised that your voice doesn’t falter.
“Oh, you’ll see. You’re Spider-Man’s friend; you’re
all the use in the world.” Giving you a condescending smile, he adds, “Now, why
don’t you give your little friend, Spider-Man, a call so we can talk business.”
You let out a bark of laughter, “And how would I do
that? I don’t even know the guy, let alone have his number.” The adrenaline
pumping through your veins giving you the courage to be brave and lie to keep
Peter safe, because you know the guy does not just want to have a little chat.
“Okay, then you’re going to give your little friend,
Peter, a call for me.” He orders, the
breath whooshing out of you in shock. He
knows Peter. How does he know Peter?
Your eyes widen slightly as you realize that based
off of the fact that this guy is wearing a costume and has kidnapped you, that
this asshole must know that Peter is Spider-Man. Shit.
He leans down and growls out, “Unless you want to
know what it’s like to know what it’s like to watch a loved one…your mother
perhaps…die in front of you while you do nothing, I suggest you help me out
and call your precious Spider-Man.” Your heart stops at the thought your mom getting
hurt, and you start to feel nauseous. You take a deep breath and glare at the
guy, rage clouding your vision as you growl out, “Don’t you dare lay a fucking
finger on my mom.”
He chuckles and says, “Then do what I asked, and
we’ll get along famously.”
“How do you even know about Peter?” you bite out,
trying to stall as much as possible, hoping that someone will help you.
“Well, Y/N, seeing that I’ve been keeping tabs on
the amazing Spider-Man ever since he screwed up one of my deals, and kept
ruining my week, I’m gonna notice when he suddenly takes his mask off for
someone.” He says with a pointed glance. “And after hearing you blubbering his name
for the world to hear, I did some digging on you, saw you had a friend named
Peter that was very close in resemblance to the Spider-Man that was on your
fire escape and realized I could use you to get to him.”
Your heart stops. He knows where I live. He’s looked me up. Looked Peter up. He wants him
dead. You close your eyes as tears threaten to fall.
Face white as a sheet, from both blood loss and
fear, you shakily get to your feet, wincing at the pain, and stare down the man
“What do you want with him?” You ask quietly,
glaring at the man in disgust.
“Just want to have a little talk with him. Get him
to understand where I’m coming from. And if he disagrees with me…” His lips
curving into a malicious smile, he adds, “Well, that’s when the real fun will
begin.” With that, he reaches out to grip your injured shoulder painfully. The
action makes you let out a piercing scream, tears streaming down your face.
“STOP! LET GO!!” You sob, weakly pushing
at his arm, black spots in your vision.
“Call your precious boyfriend or I push you off the
building and you die.” He threatens, letting go and shoving the phone into your
You slowly sink to the ground, whimpering at the
pain that’s lighting your nerves on fire. With shaky fingers, you unlock your phone
one handed and dial Peter’s number. It only takes a couple of rings before he
“Y/N? You’re calling me? I thought-“
“Peter…” You breathe, too delirious to get much
out before Winged Asshole snatches the phone out of your hand. You give him a
death glare as he brings the phone to his ear.
Peter sits up with a frown, an uneasy feeling
washing over him, your weak voice freaking him out. “Y/N, is everything
okay? What’s wrong?”
Pedro!” A man’s voice suddenly answers, making Peter
yank the phone away from his ear, that uneasy feeling intensifying. That voice sounds familiar.
“Who is this? Where is Y/N?” Peter demands. Starting
to pace on top of the building he was on, he starts to think of why that voice
“Oh come on, Peter, you don’t recognize my voice?” The
man asks, making Peter furrow his eyebrows. Who
are you? It takes him a minute before he realizes why it’s familiar. He
stops pacing and his face grows deathly pale.
“Where are you, you asshole? What did you do to
her?!” Peters roars, rage and panic battling for attention as he grips his
hair, mask forgotten on the ground.
“Listen, I didn’t wanna have to do this, but you’ve
given me no choice. If you want to see your beloved little friend again, and
breathing; I suggest you get up to the top of 432 Park Avenue within five
minutes so we can talk like gentlemen or I push Y/N off of the building.”
Peter sucks in a breath of air, the thought of not
being there to protect you tearing him apart.
“I’ll be there. Don’t hurt her!”
All Peter hears in response is an ominous laugh before
the villain hangs up. Peter shoves his phone in his pocket and shoots a web,
flinging himself towards Manhattan trying to get there as fast as possible,
millions of different scenarios racing through his mind.
is why Spider-Man and Peter have to be separate. Now the love of my life is in
danger because of me. Thoughts like this plague Peter’s mind as
he flew towards your location.
After racing to get there before those five minutes
where up, Peter makes it to Park Avenue. Launching himself as high as he can,
he starts to climb up the side of the building, going as fast as he can. He
gets to the top in record time, only slightly winded, and looks up, afraid he’s
too late. His eyes widen, the sight before him making him freeze.
You are on the other side, dangerously close to the
edge, laying down, with tears flowing into your hair. He barely even registers
that the Vulture is over by the door leading into the building as he shouts,
He watches you flinch, the sudden noise startling
Sprinting over to you, he quickly makes it across
the roof, sliding on his knees when he gets a few feet away from you. Tears
spring to his eyes as he takes in the sight of you crying and in pain. He
stares at your swollen and bruised shoulder in anger. I wasn’t there to protect you. I failed.
“Y/N, oh my God…
I am so sorry. I am so sorry I wasn’t there to protect you.” He says
with tears running down his face.
You look up at him, fear in your eyes.
“Peter, no! What are you doing? He’s going to kill
you! You have to get out of here!” you yell, panic and anxiety coursing through
your veins. You try sitting up to show him how serious you are, but he pushes
you down the second you wince.
“No, Y/N. I don’t care if I get hurt; I had to come
save you. I couldn’t live with myself if you died and I didn’t try to save you.
Not after Uncle Ben.”
Fresh tears make their way down your cheeks, this idiot is gonna die because of me.
You don’t have time to say anything before the man suddenly appears behind Peter
only giving you time for you to widen your eyes in warning before the man
abruptly reaches out and grabs onto him, dragging him away from you, making
Peter grunt in surprise.
“Peter! Nice of you to join us!”
Peter quickly gets out of Vulture’s grasp getting
into a protective stance in front of you.
“Yeah, I’m here. What do you want?” Peter asks, eyes
narrowing as he looks for a way to take him down so he can get you to a
hospital; that shoulder worrying him.
“To talk. You see, for the past week, you haven’t
seemed to have gotten with the program. You leave me to my business, and I
don’t kill you. But since you haven’t understood that little deal, I decided to
take matters into my own hands and use the glorious opportunity you gave me
last night when you decided to take your mask off for your friend. It gave me the opportunity to start making
As he talked, Peter slowly started walking around
him, while trying to take him further across the roof and away from you.
“Well, I don’t know what you expected. You’re a
criminal, a villain. I’m not just going to turn away from what you’re doing
like everything is good.”
You’re in the middle of trying to get to the door as
quick as possible, hoping that can block you from most of the fight when you
hear the man say, “Well, that’s too bad. I was hoping we could work something
Knowing nothing good will come out of that, you
hurry it up, biting your lip to contain groans of pain. You’re so focused on
getting to the door, you don’t notice the man flying towards you until you hear
Peter’s panicked voice yelling, “Y/N! Look out!”
You look up, startled, and realize he’s too close
for you to do anything. So you stand there, accepting fate, when he jerks back,
Peter’s web attached to his back. The wings flap forward, the force of the wind
making you stumble back closer to the ledge. You hear the man growl in
frustration as he spins around cutting the webbing with his wings and going
after Peter instead, and you watch as they fight around the roof, getting more
and more violent as the fight goes on.
You watch in horror as Winged Asshole goes to grab
Peter by the chest to beat him into the ground. I’ve got to do something.
You scream, making him pause as he looks at you, Peter hanging in his
grip like a ragdoll. You march over to them, adrenaline racing through your
body as you stare the man down.
“Put him down, right now! If you’re gonna fucking
kill someone, go for me. I’m not important.” You say, ignoring Peter’s
protesting as you continue to stare Captain Asshole down. It’s hard to get a
read on him with his creepy mask on but after what feels like a couple minutes
of silence he throws Peter to the ground with a little more power than needed
and drops to the floor, stalking towards you.
With your heart beating in your throat, you stand
your ground. You quickly hold your hand up when he gets close, “I have one
request before you take your ridiculous anger out on me.” You wait for his nod,
“Take your mask off, I want to look you in the face as you kill me.” You hold
back a smirk as he fulfills your request, seeing Peter get up, you pray he can
do something to save you, because after what you were about to do, Captain
Asshole is definitely going to want to murder you.
The second you see that his mask is out of the way,
you ball your right hand into a fist, pull back, and punch him in the nose as
hard you can. You smile victoriously as
he shouts in surprise, stumbling back as he covers his nose with his hand. You see
Peter’s eyes widen as he sneaks up behind the asshole.
You’re prepared to step out of the way to let Peter
do his thing, but get distracted by Captain Dick snarling a very creative insult, “You fucker!” while
rushing towards you. Startled, you take a couple steps back. You have just
enough awareness to see Peter start to fight him again before your heel slips
off the edge of the building.
With the feeling of time slowing down, as you try to
gain your balance, your breath catching as fear overwhelms you. Which causes you
to lose your balance even more, your head becoming dizzy with lack of oxygen, you
try your hardest to catch your balance, but your fear of heights makes
everything in you freeze up.
Fear crushing you, you slip even more, now falling
backwards off the roof and to a painful death. Your stomach jumps to your
throat, heart racing bloodcurdling screams tearing their way out of you as you plummet
to your death. Tears blur your vision as
you try to grab on to anything to
stop your fall. The last thing you see before your heart stops is the red and
blue blur of Peter flying towards you.
Derek’s eyes fluttered shut as he breathed in the fresh sea air. Memories of the past and a life he could’ve led washed over him as he tried to anchor himself in the present. He was stood apart from the pack, who were busy setting up their picnic. It’d been Lydia’s idea to go to the beach and relax, god knows they all needed to. Despite the laughter buzzing around him, Derek didn’t feel the tension seep from his shoulders, instead, his breathing became labour as his eyes scanned the beach for something that he couldn’t seem to find. He knew exactly what it was but he didn’t want to let his mind wander back that far, it would only lead to pain as she returned to the forefront of his mind.
“Dude, you okay?” Stiles’ eyebrows were raised as he searched the werewolf’s face. Derek nodded, but Stiles wasn’t convinced, the remorse hiding behind his eyes was the only proof he needed to realise Derek wasn’t in the slightest way okay. But he didn’t stop him as he walked away from the pack and made his way towards the sea.
Derek wasn’t sure how long he stood there, but it was long enough for all of the memories to hit him like a punch to the gut.
A = Announcement.- How do you tell him and the world that you’re expecting? Gotta love the old man. Taeil is more on the quieter side, he’s not one to want to have some grand announcement. Telling him is just that; telling him. Nothing spectacular, just ‘hey babe, I’m pregnant! Have a nice day at work~!’ type of thing. Telling family and friends is likely just during a huge get together, and he just drops the ball. “Ha, lame jokes as always Johnny. Did I tell you we’re expecting? Oh, well I did now.”
B = Books.- Did he read the books? Taeil’s a smart ass guy, don’t try and act like he isn’t. If he doesn’t have a strong grasp on the concept of raising kids already, he’s 100% going to be on Google 24/7 and renting out the parenthood section at the library.
C = Cuddles.- Who cuddles the baby more? Taeil is such a cuddly dad, he’s attached to his baby front bay one. 9/10 if you look at Taeil after the birth of his baby, he’s cuddling the little bundle of joy. Takes a lot of bribing to get him to hand over the babe willingly.
D = Daddy.- His reaction to being called Daddy and it setting in. I can imagine Taeil being kind of really shy and bashful the first thime he’s called Daddy and it fully setting in that he really is going to be a dad. Taeil’s going to get so blushy and hide his face or brush off whoever said it, telling them to shut up while his cheeks are flaming and he can’t hide the smile on his face. It’s a moment of shy happiness.
E = Empty.- Who goes to the store when you guys run out of supplies? I can imagine Taeil being one of the dads that’s determined to make his spouse completely comfortable; he’s firm on that he’ll do all the work, just rest. So, Taeil probably detaches himself from the babe and sprints to the store when supplies are low.
F = Feeding time- Who does feeding time? Taeil usually leaves feeding time to you, letting you have your bonding time with the babe but he’s always present. He’s standing by with a rag for burping time, he fixes the bottles, or cleans up the spills.
G = Grumpy baby. - Who is better at dealing with a grumpy baby? While he’s clingy with the baby, I imagine Taeil being a bit more clueless with emotions involving the baby. He can bathe, dress, and feed the baby, but when it comes to a fussy baby, Taeil is lost. He’ll probably get frustrated when he can’t get the baby to calm down. Might even cry himself, lol. Fussy baby is your job, he’s getting an F in that department.
H = How?- how many kids does he want? I can see Taeil being pretty content with two, and probably strives for two. I feel like he’d secretly be hoping for twins, or have another kids soon after the first, so Taeil’s kids are pretty close in age.
J = Jokes.- best dad joke?
“Why do crabs never give to charity? Because they’re shellfish.”
K = Kisses.- His favorite place to kiss the baby. Taeil is such a raspberry kind of dad, always blowing kisses on his baby’s tummy to make them giggle and wiggle like a worm. It’s just so cute and adorable and makes Taeil all giggly to see his child giggly. Just a bunch of giggles. So precious ugh.
L = Little.- How he feels when he holds the baby for the first time. That’s a moment that slaps Taeil across the face like no other. “Holy shit…this is actually happening, I have a kid, it’s in my arms, it’s so small. Fuck.” It’s so surreal for him, and he totally ends up crying. Baby sobs. He’s just standing in the middle of the hospital room with silent tears and staring at the most beautiful thing he’s every seen; his child.
M = Mommy.- what does he call you? Taeil’s a ‘mama’ kind of dad. Mama and Dada kind of route. So much easier to teach a baby too, instead of some wild ‘mother/father’ alternate.
N = Nappies.- who deals with the really bad ones? Listen, Taeil will help with almost everything but when it comes to poopie diapers, he’s noping out. He’s standing in the door, handing you baby powder, but actually doing the do, nah. Ain’t happening.
O = Onesies- Who likes to dress the baby in ridiculous outfits? Taeil wears some…not ugly, but just dumb looking clothes sometimes. He’s totally the one to find the ‘cutest onesie you’ll ever see!’ and it just looking like it was found in a trash can from 1896. Keep him away from the baby’s clothes.
P = Pet names- names he calls the baby. I feel like Taeil’s a classic dad, and probably calls his babies something almost typical. Like his sunshine, or little angel, or something along those lines. Nothing to wild that makes you need to know the backstory to the nickname or anything.
Q = Questions.- How many questions does he ask the nurse? At that time, Taeil is way to focused on you that any question he could possibly have has completely slipped his mind so that’s no help. He probably doesn’t ask the nurse anything, more like he’ll just Google it when he gets home, sort of thing.
R = Rely- what is the biggest thing you rely on each other for? The biggest thing you rely on each other for is probably relaxing each other. The moral support every parent needs that hey, you’re fine. The baby’s fine. You’re not a terrible parent. You’re doing perfect, stop doubting yourself. Little words of encouragement here and there are definitely something that happens constantly when the baby comes. Just calms you both down and takes a lot of the ‘holy fuck i’m the worst parent ever’ nerves off.
S = Sleep duty. - who gets up when it’s really late at night? Am I the only one that imagines Taeil being the dad that stays up later/wakes up so he can make the next day’s meals? Like meal prep and shiz, since it’s a lot easier to have everything set and ready when you have a kid, instead of trying to cook for both you and him, while feeding the baby? So typically, Taeil is up later than you/gets up regardless, so 9/10 he’s on sleep duty.
T = Trepidation.- fears as a new parent. Back to Rely, it’s just the basic new parent fear that everything Taeil’s doing is 100% wrong. Even though he’s literally on the phone every 5 minutes, calling his mom for advice, or on Google non stop, he’s just terrified he’s flopping as a dad. But by baby two, he’s calmed down.
U = Ultra sounds.- His reactions to the ultrasounds. I really imagine Taeil being that ugly, choking kind of crier when he sees the legit proof that fuck….there’s actually something growing. it’s a cute moment, but he’s a blubbering mess lmao.
V = Values.- what is the most important value he wants to teach your child. “Don’t eat ice! Daddy almost died once!” Nah I’m kidding. I think with Taeil, with how he had to choose between college or SM, he’d teach the kids the importance of choices and following your heart, to do what you think feels right.
W = Water.- Who gives the babe the baths? Taeil is always on bath duty. It’s a fun bonding moment with daddy and baby. He’s totally the dad that got a dozen bath toys for a baby that literally gets bathed in, since it’s like….a new born….don’t put new borns in a tub, okay. It’s definitely the opportune moment to get cute dad pics and videos with him and the bub.
X = X-mas- what do you guys plan for the holidays? I think Taeil would have a pretty chill family, holidays aren’t really insane. I think he’d be another one that has holidays with the extended family and friends at an earlier or later date, and the actually holiday is reserved just for his little family. Break out the camera, and watch a toddler take 15 minutes of open a present. #FamilyMemories
Y = Yelling.- How many fights do the two of you get in? I really don’t see Taeil being an angry guy? Not to the point of actually fighting. I think he’s the kind of guy, let alone husband/father than just stews in frowning silence and the ‘fight’ just consists of his calm, snarky comments in reply to you.
Z = Zoo- How crazy is the house after the birth? I’d like to say I think the house would be fine…but realistically with mr. chokes on ice here, it’d be a hellhole. With everything set out for the day, there’s literally no room to walk, someone will always scream when they step on a leggo, where did the pacifier go? idk babe, lemme just run a buy a new one. Save them.
Ittt’s Father’s day where I live! This one focuses on my Siegbaby wanting to spend more time with his precious father, enjoy!
of Nohr had been blessed with the birth of the second prince a few months
previous – Young Prince Kana and Crown Prince Siegbert now were the light and
joy of the palace, though a very conflicted boy sulked about around the
Not to the
point of getting behind his classes, heavens forbid! No, he always made sure to
be as focused as he should during his lessons, but a few side glances and some
blank stares caught the attention of one of his instructors, who promptly
reported to the Queen.
is acting strange?” Kamui repeated the report, placing one hand over her
cheek in worry. “He’s always been such a good child, I wonder what ails my
baby…” She murmured the last part to herself, the music teacher excusing
herself while the Queen made her way towards the Crown Prince’s chambers.
Request: “Can I request NCT reacting to you calling them when crying? XOXO”
So awkward, oh my god. I feel like Taeil would be better at comforting while being by your side, but your phone call would surprise him a lot and listening to your crying would leave him speechless for a few minutes before he could ask you anything.
He’s probably great at comforting people when they’re sad. “Baby? What happened? Do you want to tell me about it?” Johnny would prefer to talk about it by phone and then go to your house with snacks and flowers and focus on distract you with cuddles and really bad jokes.
His chest would hurt as soon as he hears you crying, making him lose all his control. His first reaction would be to make you thousands of questions before realizing that that’s taking any of you nowhere but then he would go to your house right away to talk about it face to face.
For the first time ever, that beautiful smile of his wouldn’t be on his face. Yuta would keep silent for a few seconds before talking. “I’m on my way.” Five minutes later you’ll have him out of breath in your house entrance, ready to hug you and cuddle you.
Just like Yuta, Doyoung would get completely speechles. He would get really worried about you but would be too surprised by your sudden call to comfort you. He would be silent, hearing you sobbing and waiting for you to say something instead.
Kun would listen to you and comfort you in that exact moment at the same moment he would be walking to your house. He wouldn’t want to leave you in any moment, so he wouldn’t let the phone down until you open the door for him.
Ten would be exactly like Johnny, but he wouldn’t be the best at comforting someone who’s crying. That’s why intead he would listen carefully at you and then appear in your house with some pizza and your favorite movies.
Jaehyun wouldn’t be the best at comforting someone, but he would be very vocal the whole time. He would ask you lots of questions and be constantly reminding you how much he loves you and how important you are to him.
This angel would feel so heartbroken when he hears you crying non stop. Sicheng would prefer to hear you explaining why are you feeling like this rather to be comforting you but he would still ask you a few things and remind you how much he loves you once you finish.
Oh boy, Mark would be so awkward. He would ask you a few questions but he probably sucks at comforting someone so, after you tell him the whole story, he would sing or rap for you and hoping that his voice can calm you a little.
“Uh? Y/N? Are you okay?” Like Mark, Renjun would feel slightly awkward at first but he would hate the idea of you being sad so much that it would motivate him to give you really comforting words and also great advice.
Unlike Renjun, Jeno would be so shook by your sudden call that he wouldn’t be able to talk for a few minutes, especially since you called him in the middle of the night. He would hate the fact that you’re feeling like this and, without even realizing it, he would start whispering the softests “Please, don’t cry” and, somehow, his angelic voice would calm you a lot and maybe even put you back to sleep.
This sweetheart would get so worried!! His first reaction would be to try calming you down with sweet words and compliments and maybe even singing a little for you, and then he would listen to your explanation attentively before walking to your house to cuddle you and distract you.
Jisung was already in his way to your house as he was questioning you and comforting you with that soft and calming voice of his. Once he finally is by you side he would hug you and softly caress your back and hair as he tries to calm you down.
Just with simply hearing you sobbing that precious and bright of him would erase from his face. Chenle would get extremely worried in seconds and would start questioning you. “Y/N? What’s wrong? What happened? Are you okay?”
This small baby wouldn’t know what to say or do in a situation like this. Jisung probably sucks at comforting people when they are sad. He would ask you too explain him why are you crying and then ask you if he can go to your house and spent some time with you to distract you.
“Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents’ strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark’d love,
And the continuance of their parents’ rage,
Which, but their children’s end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.”
–Shakespeare (Romeo and Juliet; Prologue)
She looked out of her balcony to admire the scenery. The trees parted perfectly in the centre, the flowers and hedges cut precisely to create topiaries. Her favourite was the one in the shape of a dragon, it gave her nostalgia whenever she gazed upon it. Running around with her sister, pretending to fight the leaves with a sword and shield made of nothing but her imagination. The tulips and white roses bordered the greenery, not one flower was out of place. She was sixteen now and every day she leaned on the white marble railing to watch the sun disappear over the garden. It was breathe-taking. How could something so beautiful belong to something so demonic.
Being royalty was as fun as a little girl could fantasize. The glitz and glamour was a major impact. The floor length gowns and the golden tiaras with diamonds, everything she could dream of at her fingertips.
She was nothing more than a puppet.
People seemed to pull her strings, making decisions for her, saying what she needed to say.
All her life, she always wanted a day where she could let go of everything. No lunches with dukes. No one telling her she needed to be skinnier or smarter. No more being perfect. The thought occurred on a regular basis. Maybe she could run away, make the kingdom forget she existed. Change her name and run off to a country where no one cared about her existence, where she’d be invisible. Run far, far away.
She just wanted to be free. She needed an escape.
A sigh escaped her lips, her back now leaning against the railing before sitting on the icy, tiled ground. She could only imagine escaping. She had a duty. Duty means doing the things your heart might regret.
Her eyes lingered to the castle over the hill. There, lived their rival. The Jones kingdom. Centuries passed and they couldn’t get over their ancestor’s vendetta. Great Charles Cooper had rumoured to have killed Sir Augustus Jones. No one dared to speak about it. Many wars were started because of the furious relatives.
She would keep her mouth shut when it came to this discussion. Because that’s who the princess was. A polite, pristine, perfect person. Instead she’d plaster on a fake smile, nod and sit still. She had her own opinions but she had to keep her mind set. She was her kingdom’s next heir. Their next hope.
The Jones heir. Forsythe Pendleton Jones the Third was set to rule the rival kingdom after his tragic mother’s death. He was the same age as Betty, slightly older by a few months but he acted like an ‘asshole.’ Betty regarded him as an egotistic, boastful know-it-all who waved his money in front of everyone’s faces. He was rich and no one could stop him. The citizens praised the land he stood on but she never got to meet him in person. The Coopers did whatever they could to separate themselves from the filthy Jones family.
But Betty couldn’t help her mind question if that was opinion or rumoured fact.
“Madam Elizabeth? Your carriage awaits,” a maid spoke from the outside the door to her room.
She fell out of her haze, she picked herself off the floor and back into her bedroom. She opened the door to her intricate interior, she stuck her head out. “I’ll be there in a second.”
Walked down the flights of stairs, she was greeted with her mother, Queen Alice Cooper. Dressed in a white formal gown, trailing metres behind her with elegance. Her husband, King Hal had their arms linked. They watched in awe as their daughter took a step on each red velvet step.
“You look beautiful Elizabeth,” Alice laid her hand on Betty’s shoulder. She was wearing a pink gown with lace covering her arms. Her hair was half up, half down and her make-up was simple. A small tiara was on her head. “But… stop slouching, princes don’t like it when you slouch.” There was always an imperfection.
It was clear to see who gave more attention and love to their daughter.
“Sorry Mother,” she whispered, giving her hand to her father.
His face gloomed with pride, “my two beautiful princesses.”
He walked them both into the Cinderella like carriage. Betty sitting beside her father with her mother at the front, waving to passing civilians.
“Father,” Betty almost whispered too quietly for Hal to hear.
“Would mom ever care as much as you do about me?” she blatantly said. There was no way of sugar coating the question.
He gave a sad smile, “she might not show it but she cares a lot about you Elizabeth. She just… has a hard way of showing it. Your mother has a lot going on at once and she can’t pay as much attention to how precious you are right now.”
She just slowly turned her head. Half of her thought he was telling the truth. That she did care for her and her actions. How one day she’d rule the kingdom. But the other half knew he was lying.
They finally approached the white bricked castle. The columns reflected the moon’s light which illuminated the front yard.
A small man approached them, holding the door open for them Queen Alice stepped out to the adoring crowd. Many citizens cheered, clapping their hands in appreciation but there were occasional boos which Alice didn’t seem to be affected by. Her mother’s words bounced within Betty’s head, “keep your head held high so people don’t see how weak you can be.”
With her father in hand, Betty walked down the flat gravel. Her heels dug into the ground almost causing her to fall over. The people stared in astonishment. She could whispers coming from the crowd.
“The princess looks beautiful…”
“The princess is perfect.”
“Elizabeth Cooper is so graceful.”
And all she could think was, “they’re all wrong.”
A toddler, the height of most people’s knees stood in shock, his hands reaching out for her skirt and grabbing it, causing the princess to fall on her side, landing straight on her arm.
Everyone gasped, the shouts emerged and Betty got herself up. The guards stood in front of the poor kid, hitting the child with intimidating stares before the mother hugged her child crying.
“Please, don’t hurt him.”
Betty groaned from the pain, a purple bruise on the tops of her arm. The mother’s cries got louder, the guards almost beating her senseless. “STOP,” Betty mustered her loudest voice before the crowd turned silent.
All eyes were on her. “Stop, he’s only a kid. He didn’t mean to harm me.”
“But your highness,” the guard interrupted.
“You follow the orders of the king,” Hal forced his presence on them. He grabbed Betty by the shoulder and gave a reassuring squeeze. “Stop hurting the poor woman and child.”
The guards stepped away, leaving a shaken woman and her toddler, shivering in silence. The little boy burst into tears, his tears streaming down his face. The woman got back on her feet, “thank you,” she curtsied, keeping her head down.
Hal kept walking behind Alice who acted like it never happened. But Betty wasn’t down.
She crouched down in front of the boy and gave him a warm hug, planting a kiss on his small cheek. “You have such a precious child. I’ll make sure this doesn’t happen again,” Betty lifted her head up the crying woman. She couldn’t muster a response and just smiled happily, wiping her ugly sobs away.
Betty ran after her parents, finally walking through the marble doors and into the oversized ballroom. It was filled with royals. Some Betty knew, there was Archibald of the Shermer kingdom with his rumoured future bride-to-be and Betty’s best friend Veronica, princess of Lexon and of course, Kevin of Moreilli and the one hosting the party, Cheryl, duchess of DeCarlo.
“Betty! Oh, how wonderful it is to see you again,” Cheryl hugged her, kissing both cheeks before releasing.
“The pleasure is mine,” Betty replied before a squealing Veronica was in her direction.
“Elizabeth Cooper, we finally meet again,” Veronica swayed in an over dramatic posh accent. All three of them laughed, sitting down at the nearby table.
“I adore what you’ve done to the room Cheryl. It makes the room come alive in a scene,” Betty complimented.
“That was the plan. We must welcome royalty with the very best,” Cheryl grabbed her hand and wrapped it in hers, “Betty go tell us everything that’s happened so far. We haven’t seen each other since the last party.”
“I shall… after I get some food. I’m honestly starving,” Betty teased getting out of her chair to go to the buffet table.
There was a variety of food choices. From cracker platters to cakes, they had it all. She couldn’t simply choose just one.
She might act royal in front of a crowd but when it came to food, her façade disappeared. Grabbing a plate, she cut one slice of cake and stacked it onto her plate.
“You know you can have more than one slice of cake,” she heard a gentle voice coming from next to her.
She looked up to see a pair of crystal blue eyes. Amazing. His shaggy brown hair was styled accordingly, his beauty marks seemed to align on his cheek. It was almost like constellations. His unforgettable smile was permanently burnt into her brain. He was beautiful and he gazed lingered on for a bit too long. His voice was soothing, his electric pull was irresistible and his entire structure was, dare she say, perfect.
“I’m,” she muttered out before feeling her cheeks turn red.
“I saw you outside with that poor boy. Some guards are so cautious,” he tried making her laugh but she only grew more red. “I believe we’ve never met,” he stuck his hand out. “Forsythe Jones,” he lightly kissed her hand. An electric shock went down her spine and he seemed to notice it too.
She finally woke up from her daydream. Forsythe Jones, her soul enemy. Her stomach was doing flips; her head was spinning endlessly. “I… I need to go.”
“Wait,” he gripped her the hand before she got any further, “who are you?”
“I’m trouble, especially for you,” she tried revealing as little information as possible.
He shook his head before smiling that damn smile again. “I don’t believe that’s so.”
She could’ve fallen into his arms right then and there. She had never experience a feeling like this towards anyone. Everything around her was blurry expect him. But it couldn’t be. They were born into this position. Their fate was sealed. Their fate was to be sworn rivals. So why was her stomach still filled with butterflies?
“Elizabeth!” Cheryl and Veronica’s voice was louder than her racing heartbeat. She spun around to see the two staring at her, with confusing on their face.
He looked at her with uncertainty. He mouthed the words, “Elizabeth Cooper,” before Betty broke their connection. Her hand moving further and further away from his.
“Why did it have to be Elizabeth. God. Damn. Cooper?” Jughead muttered.
A/N: This is really short, but I feel like it is just what this series needed to round it out.
I hope you guys have enjoyed reading this!
Harley sighed as she watched Jason and Y/N dance on the deck of a nearby steamboat. They laughed kissed as they twirled.
“They are so cute.” The blonde crooned. “It makes me sick.” She said, punctuating her sentence with a fake gag. She giggled at her joke before sobering. “They get their happy ending and, once again, Harleen Quinzel is left without a puddin in sight.”
Harley reclined against a statue. She wasn’t sure who it was, maybe a greek god or some loony frenchman who dressed up as one. “At least you got my back.” She sniffled as she let her first tear fall.
A vine curled around the feet of the statue. Harley smiled as it lifted up and a tiny flower wiped the moisture from her cheeks.
“Normally I am kind of indifferent to the suffering of man, but the suffering of a woman is something I will not stand for.” A familiar voice said.
“Red!” Harley said as she jumped up and threw herself at the other woman. “What are you doing here?”
Pamela smiled and brushed Harley’s wild bangs out of her face. “A sapling told me you might could use a friend.”
Harley’s smile fell. “He’s gone, Red. For good this time. The little brat destroyed his precious little glow stick and then a tornado carried him off to Oz.” Harley sobbed as she buried her face in Pamela’s shoulder.
The redhead shook her head in confusion. “It was probably for the best, darling. I’ve always told you he was no good for you.”
“Yeah,” Harley admitted. “But he was all I had.”
Pamela smiled seductively as she cradled Harley’s face in her palms. “Maybe not all you had.” She purred as she kissed her. Harley stiffened in shock before melting into Pamela’s embrace.
“Oh, Red.” She sighed when they finally broke apart. “I was beginning to think you didn’t care.”
“Of course I care,” Pamela laughed. “You are probably the only human I truly give a damn about.”
Harley blushed and giggled. “Flattery will get you everywhere.” Harley looked over before straightening indignantly. “Hey, what do you think you are doing here? You think you can just spy on a very private and intimate moment like this? Yeah, you, the one reading this, I hope you enjoyed the story, but it is time to buzz off, bozo, I have a girlfriend to kiss and I can’t very well do that with your creeping eyes.”
“Until next time, darlings.” Pamela laughed as she blew a kiss.
Y/N’s arms burned, the rope cutting into her delicate wrists. The dark room haunted her, the blackness possessing her as her eyes tried to adjust. Suddenly, a dim light warmed the room, the tall man covering the door way.
“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N.” He chuckled deeply, taking large strides towards her. Smirking as his hands came in contact with her thighs, gripping tightly and leant towards her.
“I’ve waited so long for you,” he breathed down her neck. “Waited so long to have you for my own, I love you so much.” Y/N cowards, sinking down in her chair to avoid his harsh breath.
“I-I-uh-don’t know you,” Y/N stuttered, trembling nervously. The figure pulled back viciously, scoffing in shock.
“Don’t know me,” He mimicked, his hands lifted to his head. “Bollocks. I know you have seen me. I know you love me too you bitch,” the side of Y/N’s face burning when his hand came into contact with her face. A small whimper escaped her throat,
“I have a boyfriend,” Y/N replied, attempting not to give him any pleasure for his ferocious acts.
“If you truly loved him then you would of told him about me, but you kept that a secret because I know that in there,” he thudded her chest, “you love me.” Y/N flinched at his touch, unsure of what to say to keep herself safe. He chuckled, pressing his head against hers.
“I’m sure your little boyfriend would love to see you now, I will gladly let that happen. As long as you admit your love to me.” He snarled walking into the growing darkness, pressing a button on the recorder.
“Guys, guys quick!” Garcia yelled, the live footage of Y/N overtaking her screen. The team rushed into her brightly coloured office, crowding around her screen, Spencer pushing towards the front.
“Fuck,” Spencer whispered, tears glazing his eyes once more.
The man stood behind Y/N, a knife held against her neck as she began to sob. However, the mans face was hidden in the darkness, unidentifiable to the camera.
“Doctor Spencer Reid, from what I understand you have been tricking my girl into falling for you. Not no more curly. Your precious little girlfriend has something to tell you.” He growled, leaning into her neck and kissing her softly. Spencer clenched his eyes shut, terrified to look at her.
“Spence, he has took my heart. Took it that extra 15 miles than you did,” her eyes grew wide, attempting to bring focus onto her clues. “I’m sorry but I love him from the deepest corner of my heart. I’m sorry I lied to you, this morning I saw my true destiny out of our bedroom window. ” He thudded her stomach, causing her to curl up, yelling instantly.
“You bitch. You didn’t see shit this morning,” he yelled, nervously.
“Tell them you didn’t see shit Y/N. Tell them you love me!” He bellowed, kicking her shins harshly.
“I-It’s true Spence. S-sorry.” Y/N choked, gripping her stomach tightly before the man circled around her. He held her face tightly, bringing his lips to collide with hers. Spencer looking away, cussing to himself.
“Garcia, look at my security cameras from this morning.” Spencer spat, stern glances from the rest of the team.
“W-why?” Garcia questioned, her eyes locked on the screen in front of her.
“Y/N saw something out of the window this morning, it was him. I need you to see if you can find a car number plate or anything.” His voice softened, glancing over at Garcia who nodded towards him.
Moments later Garcia called the team into her office once again, the number plate pasted on her screen.
“You got it?” Spencer questioned enthusiastically. All of a sudden, a picture of Y/N showed up on her screen. She was pale white, deep purple bruises painted all over her. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, blood running from her chin.
“Have you tracked down the car then?” JJ asked, pulling Spencer away from the image: his eyes wide, mouth open slightly.
The due date was in three days. Y/N was blown up like a balloon, like she could pop at any minute. For the past nine months Gabriel had been fine, he was completely calm and collected, but now that it was so close, he was freaking out. You were at home, probably laying in bed watching Grey’s Anatomy. He laughed as he thought about your obsession with that show but it was grim as he flew to the bunker. He knocked once before sauntering in, putting a sly smirk on his face.
“Winchesters! How are you boys doing?” Sam and Dean got up from their seats and Dean picked up an angel blade from the table. They both had confused looks on their faces.
“What are you doing here, Gabe? Where’s Y/N? I thought she was due any day now.” Gabriels smirk faltered but he quickly recovered.
“Y/N’s at home sleeping, I just stopped by to say hi. Is that a crime?” As he finished the sentence, on of the boys’ phones rang. Dean kept his eyes on Gabriel as he reached back to grab the phone.
“Dean?” Gabe could hear her voice loud and clear and a wave of nausea swept over him. “Have you seen Gabe?”
Dean glanced over at him but the angel shook his head, feeling instantly bad. The older Winchester furrowed his eyebrows.
“Um, no, sorry, what’s up?”
“Um, well, I was taking a nap but when I woke up I couldn’t find him anywhere.” There was a pause and a pained grunt. “Dean I think the baby’s coming.”
Gabe’s eyes got wide and any doubt he had before vanished as he flew back tot he house to see Y/N sitting on the edge of the couch with her phone pressed between her face and shoulder. She was trying to reach down to pull her shoes on with tears in her eyes.
“Dean, I-I don’t know what to do, I can’t drive and I-” She stopped when her eyes saw Gabriel standing in front of her. He ran to her and picked her up bridal style, completely disregarding her phone he flew her to the nearest hospital.
“Gabe? Where were you?” Her face scrunched up in pain, probably from another contraction. He ran inside the building and the people inside got a wheelchair so they could get her to a room.
“I’m so sorry, I’ll explain it all later, I just-”
“Ah!” Another contraction hit her and they pushed her into a room where they got her prepared for what was to come.
After a half an hour of pain, screams, and sweat, the hospital room was filled only with the soft cries of a new born baby. Y/N held the little girl in her arms and stared at her in awe, happy tears trailing down her face. Her smile widened when the child’s fingers wrapped around her thumb. Gabriel leaned down next to her to get a closer look. There were tears falling from his eyes too, but his expression was one of determination. He made a silent vow to do whatever it took to protect the precious bundle in front of him. A small sob racked through Y/N’s chest.
“She’s so beautiful.”
“She’s gorgeous, just like her mother.” He pressed his lips to her hair and they stayed like that, fawning over the new bundle of life they brought into the world.
How would Jongin/Tao/Kris/Sehun react if their girlfriend got drunk, saw a picture of their dog (or, if they’re at home, the actual dog in question) and started crying because she thought they were just so cute?
Assuming that you had gotten drunk together, I think his reaction to seeing a cute dog would be equal to your own. Tears would be streaming down both of your faces as you sobbed openly and he would hide his hiccups behind his hand.
“Look at how little he is! He’s so precious, I wish I could have them all!”
At first when he had heard you crying loudly, he thought that something was really wrong and rushed into the kitchen to see what was going on. He found you with a half empty bottle of alcohol and your face in your hands as you stared down at your phone screen, tearing and sniffling. He would regret asking what was wrong later when he was unable to get away, you had him sitting in the chair next to yours and you were crying into his shoulder, shoving the phone in his face.
“All these poor dogs at the shelter, Tao! Let’s take them home, they need to be loved!”
“But we have Candy… Are you saying Candy doesn’t need to be loved?”
He wouldn’t know what more to do than take whatever you were drinking away from you and take your phone away from you, patting your back awkwardly while you cried and continued to talk about the millions of dogs that didn’t have a home and how you wanted to take all of them in. “Every single last one!”
“Our house isn’t big enough–”
“I’ll live on the street with them!”
If there was one thing that Sehun liked to do when he was bored, it was to take you out somewhere–place in question was usually a bar. To him, you were highly amusing and it was nice to have a drink or two while you both were there as well. As soon as you left, someone had walked by with a dog and your reaction was instantaneous. Your voice was already breaking and your eyes were welling up with tears.
“Look at it’s fluffy tail…! I have to pet it!”
“Wait, no, get back hERE YOU’RE WEARING HEELS DON’T RUN.”
Warnings: oral (this smut is so tame compared to my
other ones lol)
Summary: Being the leader of a Mafia gang Namjoon’s always in some sort of
danger. But he’s also got a daughter and a girlfriend too come home too most
Anon Request: Can I request being the
girlfriend of mafia!Namjoon and you two have a daughter? With smut 👀
I think really like
writing angst and smut fics istg like 70% of my fics are both angst/smut lol. Anyway,
hope you enjoy this anon!
Namjoon, I can’t be expected to take care of her alone! She’s our
“And I’m not
expecting you too! Just because I can’t be home all the time doesn’t mean I’m a
say anything about you being a bad parent, fucking hell.”
“Then why are
you so god damn mad at me?!”
what? Just forget it. Fucking forget it Namjoon!” You stormed off into your
shared room with him and just slammed the door closed, frustrated and upset. A shriek
was heard before loud crying was echoing through the house. Your daughter of eight
months was crying. Namjoon ran a hand through his hair before dragging himself
to your room where her bed was. When you were about to pick her up from her
bed, Namjoon’s hand swatted yours away.
“Hey hey hey, it’s okay daddy’s here now sweetie.” He picked
her up from her crib and into his chest, holding her tightly and swaying his
body side to side – she was so fragile at this point he didn’t want anything to
happen to her. When her crying didn’t die down he resulted in doing the next
best thing. Singing.
His soft voice slowly put your baby back to sleep, a smile
forming on Namjoon’s face when he saw how cute she looked in his arms. “Your
mummy’s mad at me. Kinda upsetting isn’t it? I barely even know the reason. She
could have at least given me a hug or something instead of yelling at me and
you can’t even talk and you’re sleeping what am I doing. Come on, lets get you
back into bed.” He placed a small kiss to the top of her head as he placed her
down – he glanced at your body laying on the bed and figured it’d be better if
he just slept on the couch.
“Are you going to talk to me and explain what’s wrong or is
your annoying ass going to ignore me again for another fucking day?” Namjoon
walked into the kitchen and leaned on the kitchen bench with his arms crossed
and eyebrows furrowed, looking at your back since you were cooking.
“Talk? Have you seriously not figured out what’s wrong?!”
“Well you haven’t even talked to me how the fuck would I know!”
“Your job, Namjoon! That’s the problem!”
“I’ve told you, I can’t just leave–”
“I know god dammit, Namjoon…” you dropped the spatula that
was in your hand and lowered your head. “I know you can’t leave Namjoon, I know.
But look at you.” You turned around to face him, eyes filling with tears
“You almost got caught by police yet again. I don’t want you
getting locked away Namjoon…we’ve got a daughter now and she needs a father
figure…I don’t know what I’d do if you get thrown in jail okay? I hate the
thought of it and I hate your work because the thought of you getting caught by
police or shot by another gang. Whenever you don’t call letting me know you’re
okay and you’re alive, I always assume the worst – I always assume you’re dead
or something and it…it hurts Namjoon. I hate living with the fear of one day
you won’t come back home to us…” you spilt your thoughts our and sobbing at
the end of it. Namjoon’s face softened and he came and wrapped his arms around
you, holding you close to his chest.
“Look, I know you’re scared, but so am I, Y/N. I’m scared I won’t
come home and see both of my girls, safe and happy, smiling. I love you both
too much okay? I love you so much, and no one will get rid of me that easily. At
the end of the day I’ll always come home to you and our precious little sunshine.”
“I love you so so so
much baby. So much.” Namjoon left kisses down the valley of your breasts, going
down to your stomach and then to your clothed core, placing a small kiss over
your sensitive area before kissing your thigh. He hooked a finger on the
waistband of your panties and sliding them down your legs, tossing them to the
side and kissing back up your thigh. “Namjoon…please.”
“I know baby I know, I’m getting there.” He chucked a little
before moving up, his body hovering over yours as he placed a small kiss to
your lips, smiling down at you – his fingers ran up your fold before coming in
contact with your clit, moving his fingers in little figure eights, a soft moan
flowing from your lips. Namjoon’s head moved down towards your neck, leaving
small kisses along your neck as his finger dipped inside your hole a little
before removing it and running it down your folds. “Namjoon, please d-don’t tease.”
You whined, bucking your hips into his hand.
“As you wish baby girl.” He kissed your lips again before
moving down and taking your clit in his mouth, his long fingers slipping inside
you with ease. Your back arched off your bed, a broken moan escaping you. Soon enough
with his ministrations you were coming closer to the edge – your walls clenched
around his fingers and Namjoon pulled them out. You were about to protest but
he placed his finger into his mouth and licked your juices, groaning – Namjoon got
off the bed and took off his shirt followed by his jeans and boxers, exposing
his hard cock to you. He came back to the bed and hovered over you again. “Ready?”
you nodded up at him with a smile, placing your hands on his cheeks and making
him kiss you, but it wasn’t rushed. It was full of love.
Namjoon took a hold of his dick and entered you – you both
moaned into your kiss. His pace was slow from the start, not like some other times
when he was rough and made you beg for him to do something. He was slow because
he wanted you to know how much he cared about you.
“You’re so tight, baby girl.” He groaned into your neck, your
arms wrapping around his shoulders as he thrusted into you.
Namjoon’s pace was faster and harder now, he was getting
closer and so were you as your walls started clenching around his cock. Soon enough,
you came first with Namjoon’s name flowing from your mouth – half a dozen
thrusts later, he came inside you. You two stayed still like that for a few
moments before he pulled out you and went to grab a damp cloth, coming back and
cleaning you up as well as himself. He grabbed his boxers and placed them on as
well as grabbing one of his shirts for you and helping you put it on.
He laid down beside you and pulled you close into his chest
and kissed the top of your head. “I love you Y/N.” He said as you both drifted
off to sleep.
I really enjoy your blog! How would the Vongola boys + Byakuran, Reborn and Xanxus react to their child having a nightmare?
TYL! TSUNA: Tsuna immediately sat on the bed, gently petting his daughter’s hair as she wept over her scary nightmare. He quietly hummed a tune and leaned down to kiss her forehead. When she finally began to calm down, he began to tell her a story about how he used to have scary nightmares about her Uncle Reborn and she soon fell asleep with a smile on her face.
TYL! GOKUDERA: Gokudera panicked a little because he really had no clue what to do. He pulled up a chair and awkwardly pat his daughter’s head, trying to calm her down, but it was in vain. His daughter climbed out of her bed and into Gokudera’s lap, clinging onto him as she sniffled. Gokudera sighed, but gently hugged his daughter, whispering that she was going to be okay and within a few minutes, she had calmed down and fell into a peaceful sleep, holding on tightly to her father.
TYL! YAMAMOTO: As soon as Yamamoto heard his son crying, he swooped to his rescue. He picked him up in his arms as he sobbed and tried to explain that a monster had tried to eat him. Yamamoto turned on the lights and explained that it was all fake and that he’d protect him from any scary monsters. After a little while, he calmed down and he put him back in his bed. He asked his dad to stay with him a little while longer, and in a few minutes, he had fallen asleep, his small hand tightly gripping Yamamoto’s much larger one.
TYL! RYOHEI: Ryohei immediately tried to quiet his screaming son. He scooped his son into his arms and pulled funny faces until he stopped crying. After a few moments of quiet, Ryohei began to tickle his son’s stomach, not stopping until he was shrieking with laughter. When the young boy’s eyelids began to flutter, Ryohei set him back down in his bed and kissed his forehead. “Night, little man,” he muttered, ruffling his son’s hair before he left the room, turning to check one more time on his precious son.
20YL! LAMBO: Lambo sighed when he heard his daughter come into his bedroom. “Daddy, I had a nightmare,” she said shakily, slowly approaching his bed. “Can I sleep in here?” Lambo threw back the covers and helped his young daughter climb into his bed. She snuggled down under the sheets, before peeping out at her father. “Daddy?” “What is it sweetie?” “Are the monsters going to get me?” Lambo paused, pretending to think about it before he answered. “Nope, daddy’s here to protect you.”
TYL! HIBARI: Hibari sleepily followed his son back to his room, letting out a big yawn before he opened the door and turned on the lights. “Do you see any monsters, daddy?” his son asked, peering out from behind Hibari’s legs. Hibari quickly scanned the room before striding inside. He opened every drawer and closet, searching for the “monsters.” In a few minutes, his inspection was complete and he came back to report to his son. “It’s all clear. Now head back to bad.” His son’s eyes shone with admiration as he ran back to his bed and dove under the covers. “Night, daddy!” he chirped before laying back in his bed. An amused look flashed across Hibari’s face before he turned off the light. “Goodnight.”
TYL! MUKURO: Mukuro hummed quietly as he gently hugged his daughter who was shaking in his arms, terrified from her nightmare. “What do you want to see, my dear?” he cooed, trying to figure out a way to calm her down. “I wanna see a me-meadow with pretty f-flowers,” she cried out through her tears. In an instant, Mukuro used his illusions to create exactly what she had asked for. “Look sweetie,” he murmured, turning her away from him to look at the vast meadow before. His daughter’s eyes widened as she looked around her. Quickly wiping her eyes, she ran forward, gathering as many flowers as she could in her arms. “I’m going to make daddy a flower crown!” she declared before sitting down and getting to work. But after stringing only five flowers together, her eyes drooped and her head lolled to one side. Mukuro chuckled before getting rid of the illusion. He scooped her up into his arms and gently tucked her into bed, kissing her forehead before he left. “Goodnight, my little one.”
ADULT! REBORN: Reborn let out a sigh when he heard his son crying about his nightmare. He slowly rose from his office chair and went to his room, opening the door quickly. His son immediately ran towards him, clinging onto his legs and he sobbed about some scary monster. Reborn picked up his child and asked where the monster had been. When his son pointed towards the closet, Reborn whipped out his gun and fired off three shots. “Now the monster is dead,” he explained. “Get some sleep now.” He set his son back on the floor and he ran back to his bed, tucking himself under the covers before thanking his dad for killing the monster. Reborn only pulled a small smile before leaving the room.
TYL! XANXUS: Xanxus groaned when his daughter came into his bedroom, complaining about her nightmare. “Can’t you let your father get some rest?” he asked gruffly, sitting up in his bed. His daughter glared through her tears before coming to sit on the edge of his bed. Without even giving him a chance to protest, she launched into an explanation of her dream and when she was finished, she looked at her father expectantly. “Well,” Xanxus started awkwardly. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’ll just shoot whatever’s botherin’ you. Now sleep.” His daughter rolled her eyes before heading out of his room. “You’re fuckin welcome,” he growled at her retreating figure before he splayed back on his bed, closing his eyes as he tried to fall back asleep.
BYAKURAN: “Ah ah, did my little one have a nightmare?” Byakuran cooed as his daughter sobbed into his shoulder. She sniffled a bit before nodding her head, her eyes filled with tears. “No need to cry,” he reassured her. “Daddy will always get rid of anything that bothers you.” His face had an eerie look and his daughter smiled, clapping with delight. “Will daddy always protect me?” she asked him. He slowly walked back to her bedroom, holding her in his arms. “Yes, daddy will always protect his precious daughter~”
Request: Please can you do one where something happens that upsets both Y/N and Conor so the rest of the boys comfort them??
Warning! If you’re sensitive to miscarriages and death, I would suggest not reading this!
You woke up to the rhythmic and annoying sound of your heart monitor. You had been in and out of the hospital for a while now and your current stay was your longest. You had been in for two weeks on the maternity ward as you were 17 weeks pregnant but you were bleeding a lot.
Your boyfriend, Conor had been spending day and night with you but last night, your nurse had forbidden him from staying. Patients had come and gone but you were still stuck there.