#dadfic

[hughes-your-daddy]

Luke has been a little bit of a helicopter dad because it’s their toddlers first time at the lake house since learning how to walk. All week, Luke has been telling their kid “no,” so their baby decides that they’ll ignore dad all day and just stick to mom. Luke feels a bit upset that their kid doesn’t want to listen or talk to him, but his family and y/n assures him that he’s just a concerned parent and did nothing bad. When the thing that Luke has been warning their kid about happens, like maybe running and tripping on the dock, he’s surprised that their baby runs to him for comfort rather than y/n. He softly explains to them that this is why he was telling them not to run and asks if they’re okay kisses the little scrapes on their palms.

diapers and docks

pairing: luke hughes x fem reader

summary: requested above 🫶🏻

warning: a little suggestive

you smile seeing luke play with ellis, down in the docks, jack and quinn around him as you sit on one of the small deck chairs bundled up in luke’s hoodie and a pair of shorts, hair tied up in a messy bun.

this had been the first year you had brought ellis to the lake house since he could walk now at 18 months, and luke, well he had been a bit worried.

ever since he first learned to walk luke made it his mission to baby proof absolutely everything in your guys apartment even being cautious of the elevator.

you both didn’t plan to have ellis, it was a bit of a surprise when you found out you were pregnant so living in an apartment t wasn’t great but you’d made it work. with luke baby proofing everything ellis could reach, also came with baby proofing you from opening cupboards as you could never figure it out.

so coming here to the lake house was sending his stress levels through the roof, a dock that ellis could fall into the water from, a pool table with heavy balls, a whole kitchen that he could access, for luke this was living hell, which has meant you’ve barely had anytime alone together since he’s so worried, but you didn’t really mind.

so here luke was now sat on the dock with ellis in his lap playing with some toys with jack and quinn, while you watch. you hear the young boys squeals and calling out for his “daddy” or “quinny” or “jack jack,” but what you didn’t expect to hear was luke’s panic.

“ellis no running.” he calls out as ellis runs out of luke’s lap to grab the toy car. the harsh sound causing ellis to freeze before erupting into loud wails, luke immediately moving to grab him but ellis only screams louder at luke’s hold.

you sigh, getting up and quickly heading down ellis reaching out for you as soon as he can see you.

“hey baby,” you coo, taking him from luke’s grasp, ellis immediately burying himself into your chest as you bounce him, “it’s ok, daddy didn’t mean to shout.” you soothe, pressing a small kiss to his head.

you look up at luke seeing guilt all across his face, “hey, it’s ok, he’s fine, will be wanting to play again in like 5 minutes.” you say with a small smile, luke shaking his head.

“he didn’t even want me when i tried to hold him.” he mumbles, wincing at his own words.

“luke, he loves you ok, you’re his dad.” you say, your free hand cupping his cheek seeing him give you a small nod.

“how about you guys go out on the boat, relax a bit.” you say looking between the three brothers, “well chill a bit, watch a movie, he needs a nap anyways.” you say the three nodding.

“you sure you’re fine with him for a few hours?” he asks, hand grazing your hip, pushing under your tshirt to feel your skin, grounding himself.

“babes, i carried him for 9 months, we’ll be fine.” you say causing him to laugh before he’s pressing a kiss to your lips as you head back inside.

“ok baby, you wanna nap with mommy?” you ask ellis, moving through the kitchen to warm up some milk for him. you keep him on your hip, his cries now died down to hiccups, as he rests his head on your shoulder.

you quickly warm up his bottle before moving over to the small living room area, grabbing a blanket before laying down, ellis against your chest with his bottle before turning on the tv, playing an old disney film.

you lay the fluffy blanket over both of yous, ellis falling asleep in no time. you gently remove the half drunken bottle from his grasp placing it on the floor beside you before switching the tv to netflix playing ‘you.’

you find yourself starting to drift off, letting your eyelids droop and fall asleep. you manage to get a few hours sleep before you wake up to the front door being open and closed voices drifting down the hall.

you look down at ellis seeing him still asleep and gently move yourself away from underneath him, tucking him back into the blankets and cushions before walking through to the kitchen seeing the three of them with ellen and jim unpacking groceries.

“hiya baby.” luke smiles as you come round to hug him, “you were sleeping when we came back so thought we’d run out for some groceries.” he smiles, pulling you into his side, press a kiss to your head.

“you mind watching him, i’m gonna take a shower.” you ask and he nods, letting you go upstairs. you make your way to his bedroom, grabbing a towel and heading into the en-suite.

you turn on the shower letting it run for a while before stripping of your clothes and stepping in letting the warm water run over your body. you let yourself relax for a while before starting to wash your hair jumping when you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around you.

“oh my god luke you scared-“ uh start before turning around and seeing his red eyes, tear stained cheeks, “oh my god honey what happened?” you ask, taking his cheeks in your hands.

he tries to get words out but he just shakes his head, leaning down to hug you, arms tightening around your waist. “talk to me honey.” you say, running your fingers trough his now wet curls.

you feel him take a breath against your neck before pulling away looking down. your hands find his cheeks, lifting his eyes up to meet yours.

“ellis, he started kicking and screaming when i tried to wake him up, he wouldn’t let me touch him, my mom had to take him.” luke explains, his voice wobbly.

you nod, before taking him in your arms again, letting him relax against you.

“baby, go get dried and hop in bed. i’m sure ellis would love a night with his grandparents, we’ll just relax for tonight.” you say, feeling him nod against your neck before taking one last look at you, pressing his lips to yous before getting out, wrapping a towel around his waist.

you quickly wash the shampoo out your hair forgetting about the rest of your routine and just get out wrapping a towel around your body.

you walk through to his room, seeing him bundled up in bed, hoodie on with his hood up, only a few stray curls poking out. you quickly dry off your body, sliding on some panties and one of his hoodies before getting in bed beside him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

you feel him tense against your hold before relaxing, as you press your face into the back of his neck, pressing a small kiss at the nape.

“wanna watch a movie?” you ask, before hes turning around to face you, pulling you close against his chest.

“maybe, i don’t mind, just want to relax for a bit.” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your temple. you hum against him in agreement letting yourselves just breathe for a minute.

your evening pretty much is the same, apart from emerging for some food but you just spend the evening relaxing and taking a break, luke grounding himself.

the next day yous are both back out with the family, you quickly change ellis’ diaper to a swimming one before sliding on his little trunks ready for the day.

you carry him on your hip, out to the docks in the back garden. this time jack and quinn are swimming about, with luke sat at the end of the dock, feet in the water, as you sit back watching with ellen as ellis jumps in the water with his arm bands and life jacket on, jack and quinn taking turns catching him.

luke’s still a bit tense, but ellis isn’t kicking him today so you take that as a win. you just enjoy hearing the happy squeals of ellis as he keeps jumping in absolutely loving the water.

“luke feeling better?” ellen asks, taking a sip of her water, as you put down your book, moving your sunglasses onto your head.

“i think so, i just think he’s became really overwhelmed,” you say ellen nodding as she looks over at her youngest, “i think because we didn’t expect ellis, he’s even more protective over him, like we weren’t ready.” you finish, watching as ellis babbles away down on the dock.

“it’s your first kid, and luke’s the type to overthink everything as you know, but just keep reassuring him,” ellen says as you smile agreeing, “and if you ever need reassuring honey you can talk to me yeh?” she says, as you nod.

“we’re really grateful for you guys-“ you start before being interrupted by a loud smack.

you look over in shock to see ellis face planting the wooden dock as he runs over to luke. you’re up in an instant running down the small grassy hill, to hear ellis scream, “daddy!”

yoh find yourself frozen for a moment, luke’s eyebrows raising before he’s quickly sweeping the small boy into his arms, meeting you in the middle.

“what happened?” you ask, moving to look over your son, but he hides himself in luke’s chest.

“he tripped, was too excited.” luke says, and you can hear a mixture of emotions in his voice. yous take him inside, sitting down on the couch, you kneeling infront as ellis continues to cry.

“it’s ok bub, your ok.” luke soothes, rubbing the small boys back, as you let your fingers run through his wet hair.

his cried eventually die down to small hiccups and sniffles, luke gently bouncing him on his knee.

“bubs, did you hurt anything?” luke asks, ellis turning to look at him, showing luke his hand with a few scrapes on.

“hwurt.” ellis says, luke taking it in his hand pressing a soft kiss to his palm.

“you see, if you run then you can get hurt,” luke says softly ellis nodding before resting his head back against luke’s chest, “getting hurts no fun huh?” he asks, ellis shaking his head no.

“i’ll go grab a few band aids.” you say, luke nodding while continuing to soothe ellis.

you move into the kitchen, seeing everyone gathered as you grab the small first aid kit.

“he ok?” quinn asks and you nod, pulling out some band aids.

“just a few scrapes,” you smile before quinn chuckles softly.

“we meant luke,” jack says, seeing you chuckle to yourself.

“oh, yeh he’s fine,” you nod, “i’m not longer the favourite now.” you shrug sarcastically before heading back through to the living room seeing luke sat back against the couch cradling ellis to his chest like a newborn, life jacket and arm bands on the floor beside the couch.

“he’s exhausted huh?” you whisper, his head snapping up at your voice.

“just glad he’s ok.” luke whispers, cradling the boys head with his spare hand. you find yourself smiling at the sight before walking over, gently sitting next to luke, sideways, carefully applying the bandaids to ellis’ hands before pressing a kiss to the boys head and then turning to give a kiss to luke.

“told you he loves you.” you whisper, resting your head against luke’s shoulder, cuddling into his side.

“yeh, guess you were right.”

[lichenes]

My Star My Man

this one goes out to my twin @nachotine cuz they inspired me to write this!! i wrote a dadfic like a year ago about aziraphale and crowley but now it's asa and anthony's turn to be dad-ified.. i'm so convinced they're adoptive dads to so many misguided souls in the finale universe too </3 im super upset how could they do this to me. i miss them so much..

CW: gn!platonic!reader/asa&anthony, feelgood writing hehehe, apologies for any inaccuracies!! enjoy :p wc: 1k

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The bell hung above the door chimed. "Welcome, give me a moment." You said with the blandest, most uninterested voice you've ever let slip out of you. You couldn't be bothered to perform good customer service right now. You were half turned to the cash register, cleaning up the spilled coffee grounds off the counter and the coffee, that was steadily dripping onto the floor, blooming little brown dots on your shoes.

You didn't even register when you dropped it, the exhaustion from the day catching up to you. Needless to say your shift was not going too well. You looked at the clock on the back wall of the room and counted down the hours to the end of your shift. You were halfway through, you could do this. You took a deep breath and stood up from your crouched position ready to take the customers order. Your eyes softened.

Asa and Anthony were looking at you with more concern than pity, you suddenly felt abashed for greeting them so coldly. Asa smiled at you as if to say "I forgive you". Anthony waved his hand telling you to let it go. You gave an awkward smile to both of them and asked for their order. Asa was looking at the menu while Anthony was glancing around the shop, admiring the garlands hanging in the windows. You weren't sure if he was actually enjoying them or just trying to cheer you up as you were the one that was in charge of the decor this month. He looked back at you and gave you a thumbs up while nodding approvingly. You snickered.

"If we could get a vanilla latte and a mocha that would be perfect!" Asa said cheerfully, infecting you with his, seemingly, unending enthusiasm. You tapped the screen in front of you a few times and asked if they were up for any desserts. "Oh we could be a bit cheeky and share something don't you think?" the shorter man joked and Anthony turned his attention towards his companion, giving him a bright smile. "Oh, I know you want a piece of that honey cake all for yourself, you've been eyeing it ever since we walked in." Anthony said with a chuckle.

Asa jabbed the redhead and requested you add the dessert to their bill along a parfait that "was going to go wonderfully with Anthony's mocha!". They sat down and you began making the order. The coffee shop was relatively empty so you could hear their conversation pretty clearly. Aside from the sound of the machinery, not much was interrupting the sound of the stream of consciousness spilling out of Asa's mouth.

If one was to create a painting to portray adoration, it would've looked like how Anthony was looking at Asa right now. When they were around you, you understood love was real and it was manifesting in the form of two middle-aged men who finally found their soulmate.

You remembered when Asa came to the coffee shop for the first time and after tasting a simple latte you prepared for him, vowed to come back and try every variation of drink you had the option of making. Ever since, whenever he would appear your day would get better. Simple small talk or deeper conversations after closing you held with him would always make you hopeful for the future. You sometimes felt like he had ancient knowledge of the universe or something…

When Asa brought Anthony to his favourite coffee shop he was super nervous about how you were going to react. When 'Mr. Fell' appeared beside a tall ginger, that didn't act anything like your long time friend you were a bit sceptical. Anthony turned out to be just as attentive of a conversationalist as Asa was, just on fewer topics. While the blonde could talk your ear off for a significant amount of time, you mostly lead the conversation with Anthony safe for his astrological rants that you enjoyed immensely.

You brought the order to their table and felt pride at your barista skills when they both hummed with approval, they always did this but you enjoyed it every time anyway. You walked to an adjacent table to pick up the dirty dishes left by previous patrons, still listening on to their conversation absentmindedly. Asa paused his rant regarding whatever was bothering him at the moment and Anthony, taking the opportunity, gestured to the steaming cup in front of his companion.

"Maybe you should take a sip Angel, you're gonna damage your voice."

You paused putting the plates on your tray. You were certain that something was going on between them but this was the first time they used pet names for each other (and in public too!!!). They weren't big on PDA safe for one or two times when they gazed longingly into each others eyes after ordering far too many Irish coffees. You tried to turn around and walk back to the counter as nonchalantly as possible but they must've noticed the change in your demeanour.

When they approached the counter to pay you handed them a small package with a bow around it, claiming it was on the house and that they couldn't say no to it or you'd take it as a personal affront. When they got back to Asa's apartment, just above his bookshop, they unwrapped it and saw two brownies, a few cookies, and two pieces of angel cake.

The next day Anthony dropped off an old edition of you favourite book that, mysteriously, appeared in Asa's bookshop. Inside of it was a note, thanking you for the treats and for your company during their journey. Signed under the message were initials A.F. and A.J.C. with a smiley face and a shooting star, both in different pen colours.

This note would hang proudly on your mirror and would later be mentioned in the speech you gave at their wedding. They exchanged glances while huge warm grins spread on their faces when you pulled out the little piece of paper, worn by time yet still so cherished. Proudly, the invitations displayed A.F.C. and A.J.C.F, Anthony insisted on keeping the 'J', their initials would surely get mixed up after all!

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[sanseru]

You know, I was just thinking... my old Mayumi design was fine but it was lacking something. She looks alright as a normal mechanic girl but... I mean, she's the daughter of Gundham and Kazuichi. And that's when it hit me.

She wasn't nearly feral enough.

So here's a new and improved design of teen Mayumi! :D She bleached her hair to have the white streaks and uses her bandana to either pull her hair out of her face or tie it back in a ponytail. Also, her belt is used to house some new little friends!

She's an absolute terror to her parents (pretty much a mad scientist kinda gal) but dammit, she's their little terror.

[monstersandmaw]

Christmas Dad-fic (kind of) anyone? When I started writing this, 'naga' was winning the poll, but orcs and uruks seem to be in the lead now (by two points). I hope this will suffice anyway! Thank you all for your support, and I wish you all a very safe and merry time. I can't see family this year, but we've got a little family on Discord and Tumblr too, so I don't feel so bad! Thanks for being so consistently wonderful.

Content: penetrative sex (gender and body neutral reader though), brief background mention of a fleetingly missing child, single dad Wordcount: just shy of 6k words

Preview:

The  crash of falling packets and tins that filled aisle three brought  boiling blood to your ears and you just had to stand there, one aisle  over, clenching your jaw and trying not to swear out loud for a long  minute. Retail work at Christmas fucking sucked. A tin can rolled out of  the aisle as you rounded the corner to survey the damage, and you  stooped to pick it up. By the time you’d straightened, you could hear  gentle, hissed cursing emanating from the source of the crash.

There in aisle three, a monstrously thick and long tail coiled up in embarrassment, was a naga,  their warm, tanned skin flushed pink from ears to neck as they began  scrabbling to pick up the remnants of the Christmas display. “I’m so  sorry,” they cringed as you appeared and they took in your uniform.  “Really, it’ssssss… I’m… Gods, I’m so sorry. I’ll clear it all up. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s  fine,” you said, trying to be professional. At least they weren’t  somehow trying to blame you for it, which had been known to happen in  the past when people dropped glass bottles of gross mulled wine or  frothing bottles of beer. “Nothing’s broken…”

“Thank the Godsssss.”

You looked a little more closely at them and had to twitch your mouth into a tiny smile. They really were enormous, even by naga standards. Guessing he was male, from the clothing and general  appearance, you had just opened your mouth to tell him again that he  could leave it to you, when a much smaller voice from behind him  groused, “Oh my Gods! Dad? You’re so embarrassing!” The tiny, reedy  voice drew out the final word into a long and scathing rebuke.

You bit your lips together and fought back the rising urge to laugh as a young naga,  perhaps six or seven, slithered round the other end of the aisle with a  big bottle of orange juice in her hands, which she’d presumably been  tasked with fetching.

“I know, I’m sorry sweetie. Will you help me clean it up?”

“No  way!” she snorted, and dumped the orange juice in the trolley before  bolting as fast as possible from the scene of the crime.

He  let out a long, slow breath through his nose and rubbed his fingertips  between his eyes. You risked a glance up and saw that he looked suddenly  exhausted. He wore his shiny, black hair long, as many naga did, and tied back in a plait that fell most of the way down his back, and he was duffled up in a chunky, dark green cable-knit sweater. From this angle - where  you were stooped on the floor and picking up packets of chestnuts and  ready-made stuffing for Christmas - you were struck by just how  attractive he was.

When he caught you looking at him, he sighed again. “I’m so sssssorry,”  he said. “I just… wasn’t paying attention to what the rest of me was  doing. Really, you don’t have to clear it all up for me. I promise to  put it all back where it came from.”

“It’s fine,” you said, and found that you actually meant it. “You should probably catch up with your daughter…”

His  eyes darted to your name badge and you saw him read it before he smiled  at you. He had thick, slightly pronounced canines and a glimmering  white smile that made your insides swoop. “You’re probably right… Thank  you. I’m so sorry…”

And  with that, he was gone, pushing his shopping trolley around the corner.  Well, his torso disappeared, but it was a while before his massively  long body vanished completely. If he’d lain out flat, he must have been  at least ten metres long from head to tail tip, if not longer.

The  regular, lyrical slithering of his body, the way his muscles bunched  and shifted to propel him forward, also did unexpected things to you,  and you found yourself tingling all over. The diamond plates of his  scales shimmered like patinated bronze - a warm, coffee-brown with  darker, mesmeric spots - and it was clear from his upper half that he  was in really, really good shape. You licked your lips and hoped he  hadn’t noticed your private lusting after him, and turned to the last of  the packets just as your manager appeared.

“What the hell happened?” he asked. “I heard a big old crash. You alright?”

You  laughed. “Yeah,” you sighed, straightening with a grunt, and hand to  your lower back. You eyed his tail too and chuckled. He had to have been  half the width and length of the anaconda naga, and where the latter had moved slowly, with ponderous, undulating movements of his muscle, Osman was a golden-brown viper naga, and twitchy as a bird. “A naga forgot to keep track of the end of his tail, I think. Sideswiped the Christmas display.”

“Ahh,”  Osman sighed melodramatically, clearly relieved that no harm had come  to you, his shop, or to a customer. “Well, we’ve all done it at one  point or another.” He shot a glance up at the speakers in one corner of  the store and glared at them, as if the venom in his gaze would make  them drop off the walls. “And if I have to hear one more rendition of  ‘All I want for Christmas’, I think I might take my own tail to the  Santa display over in aisle four… Could be most satisfying…”

You grinned, and headed off to start restocking the frozen food aisle.

Read the whole thing over on Patreon, and don’t miss your last chance to read everything else on there for just $5 before I mothball it on 31st December 2020!

[churchkey]

Yeah, I mean, I might as well start plotting a modern au Winnix in which they:

💜 Have two daughters conceived via IVF and carried/delivered by a surrogate, aged somewhere around 9 and 6, the oldest biologically Lew's and the youngest Dick's

💛 Are having pretty significant marriage problems that result in them deciding that getting divorced is best for everyone

💚 Try to be the best single dads they can but it's hard and the tensions and old wounds still linger even after they're not living together

💙...then something dramatic happens...

❤️ And they figure out they're still very deeply in love with each other and want to give it another try, not just for the girls but because they really just can't understand a future without each other

Would anyone read that?

[astaticworld]

Where Have You Been (I’ve Waited Oh So Long for You)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24236833

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences                           

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV) 

Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia & Jaskier | Dandelion, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon & Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon & Jaskier | Dandelion, Eskel & Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia & Lambert, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia & Vesemir             

Summary: 

Pavetta and Duny are dead. Come claim your child. Geralt scanned the letter, over and over. What the actual fuck had he gotten himself into? Or, Calanthe decides to give Ciri to Geralt after her parents die, and Geralt melts into witcher goo accepts the challenge.

[wincestisasincest]

Murder in the Blue Morgue -- Part 7

Y’know, every three months is still a technically consistent update schedule.

Also, this chapter is super long, and was an absolute doozy to write, so enjoy. Be on the lookout for poorly written character development, that’s kind of my specialty. 

Also, it’s summer, so maybe I can actually write more of these now. 

Tag: @saturnsocoolioyep​

If y’all wanna be tagged(I still think the above is how you do it, so do correct me if I’m wrong) just ask. 

Also, here’s the masterlist, for 1-5: https://twincestforthewincest.tumblr.com/post/181757211705/murder-in-the-blue-morgue-masterlist

I’m updating Tumblr first, but shortly after this goes live, the whole thing is also on my Wattpad and Archive. God I hope this happens quickly because I am so tired.

Here she goes.

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Josephine's breath shifted the dust particles around the dank hallway. Well, they couldn't exactly be called dust, but whatever particles had popped into existence due to all of the drama that had happened in the hallway, and had decided to remain there afterwards to haunt the building and the conscience of anyway who had passed through it.

Inviting.

The light blinked ominously. No person in their right mind would've stayed to sleep in this hallway after someone had been murdered in one of the neighboring apartments, which made it perfect for late night revisiting.

The thought had occurred to her that if they noticed that she was missing from the police station this would definitely be the first place that they looked, but the officers on duty seemed to have a "give her space" attitude, which was perfect for scheming. The cameras would catch her, of course, but only as an afterthought. All she needed now was to see the scene. Perhaps for her own closure.

The door was already open, the shadowy interior flooding into the hallway. Of course, it was blocked to hell with police tape, like everything else in this damn building, but the easy part about that is that you can always just bend under it.

Jo shoved her hands in her pockets, entering the apartment as though she had just gotten off of school.

The dead body of her mother was sprawled across the floor, with very obvious stab wounds sprinkled all over her body. Blood had pooled into the cheap carpet, as well as the cheap t-shirt and under the tacky nails of her mother. The light from the hallway crept around the nooks and crannies of the corpse, casting angular shadows that made her look like a character from a comic book.

Jo fished the lighter out of one of her pockets and flipped it open, flicking the light with the calloused tip of her thumb. The last thing she'd need was someone calling the cops because she'd idiotically turned the lights on.

The tiny flame danced about the remains of the apartment, everything either wrapped in some sort of crime-scene plastic, or taken and placed god knows where as if her goddamn used, unwashed fork in the sink was important evidence.

Jo held the light above her in a mock statue of liberty, and observed the ceiling, the only thing that seemed to have remained untouched. Her reflection in the lightbulb was like that of a bathroom mirror, with every one of her grizzled and tired features coming to center stage. The reflection of the light was interrupted by a small, spiraling shadow.

Jo put out the lighter and pulled her jacket sleeves over her hands, navigating by touch and instinct to the bathroom, where she retrieved the footstool and returned to the base of the lamp, reigniting the lighter.

Her fingers reached out and plucked the obtrusion off the lightbulb, returning her complete reflection. It was a spiral of red hair that did flips around her index finger and pinkie.

"Figured you'd be here." A husky voice sliced through as Jo shut off her lighter. A corpse-like silhouette occupied the door frame.

"Figured you wouldn't. They're looking for ya, y'know."

"Love, if you think this is my first time evading the law, you'd be sorely mistaken."

"Thought as much. But your friend might not be as experienced."

"That's what I'm here for."

"Again, though, he was deft enough to kill a person, so maybe I've underestimated him."

"You seem like a smart girl. Smart enough to know what you're saying is bullshit."

"Well call me a Devil's Advocate, but I'd challenge you to look at the evidence."

"Hm. Challenge not accepted. It's not him."

"I'm not the one you need to tell. You'll probably be confronting the judge in a few months."

"Maybe, but that'll be separate from Dents."

"You seem like a smart girl. Smart enough to know what you're saying is bullshit."

"Well, this isn't going anywhere." The figure shifted forward in the door frame before it was consumed in the darkness of the apartment.

"Nope, but I am." Jo shoved the hair into her pocket before darting to the backroom, throwing open the window, and flinging herself onto the fire escape.

Worming her way around the stairs, she dropped to the lower level, before determining herself close enough to the ground to jump off. She crash landed before bending her knees to make her landing somewhat more graceful, just like she was 10 again and wanted to fulfill an in-poor-taste dare. She pulled herself up and began to sprint around the corner, not stopping to look behind her.

The block passed in a blur, and the corner store's neon lights came into full view. The small mom-and-pop shop was not only a keystone of the street, but also her ticket to possibly escaping the madman that had advanced at her a few seconds ago.

She pushed the door open and the bell flipped over itself, its ring sailing through a vacant store. Caleb, the bored college dropout tasked with watching the place in the evenings, took a rather large hit, fresh from his personal stash, before facing her.

"Hey, man. Can I use the back door?"

"Whatever you say, just do it quick before that other customer comes in."

She whipped her head around, still on high alert. The street was bathed in a large shadow overcast by an even larger man across the street. And to think. She'd taken them to the diner earlier.

The man began to approach the stop in a way reminiscent of the Hash Slinging Slasher, though she got the sense that there would be no comedic conclusion to follow. Not pausing to test her theory, she crawled under the counter, ripped open the door to the slightly stalling door to where they kept all of their supplies, and pushed herself through the large, unlocked, double doors that they would use to unload trucks.

The night was crawling on her again, and the alleyway let some bare moonlight flow through the clothes lines coming out of the windows to spill on her face. She continued to sprint under the clotheslines before taking a brief excursion on another alleyway, this time undercut by the steps up to a makeshift rooftop garden.

The world around her had gone quiet. Like it was a point in a movie where she would meet her old nemesis, hiding in the corner, waiting to let go of their blanket of shadows and shoot her down. But instead it was just her.

You can't really see the stars on any given night in New Jersey, even in the South, but occasionally, on a super clear night, some divine force's toothpick pokes through the sky and you can see the stars glaring down at you. Of all nights that this were to happen on, it had to be this one.

She continued her gait, though it had somewhat slowed. She doubted that she had actually successfully eluded them, but perhaps they would find her more out of their persistence and not their own skill in tracking. That gave her time for the moment.

The next stop would, of course, be the police station. Maybe she could even act like she never left, if no one had noticed her or bothered to check the footage. She'd gotten her closure, and perhaps the rest of the night could fall into place like that had.

That being said, the police station would be where she was expected to go. There wouldn't be any harm in waiting everything out in an equally safe place, where perhaps the location and the night could play equal parts in hiding her. No harm at all. This is her city, with her people, and the safest place that she could've been at the moment.

She hadn't stopped to notice that her feet had stopped carrying forward as she had become lost in her thoughts. The city was all hers, and yet there was nowhere that could guarantee her safety.

Noodle darted off the roof of a building and grabbed her. Her hand stifled a scream.

"Look, look, I know this is sudden and everything, but we need your help. I promise we're not gonna hurt you or anything, but you are coming with us."

A white van, like the kind that children disappear into, pulled up from behind the corner. Before Jo could even attempt to bite her attacker's hand, she was flung into the back of the shady van. Just another great way to keep the chase moving forward.

Okay okay okay. Calm calm calm. You're so goddamn fine. Everything is peachy. Don't look worried. Don't look worried. Don't look worried.

Her vision had gone slightly blurry due to the force of the impact, but nothing that a few quick blinks couldn't handle. Slowly, the image of the lanky, blue haired guy that had haunted her thoughts for the last few hours focused into view. Never in her life did she think that he would look menacing.

"Okay, I know this looks bad," Normally, it was easy for her to take his voice seriously, but with all the bitter resent seeping in, it sounded so much more annoying, "But you need to help me find out who killed your mum."

He was smoking a cigarette, which, if Jo wasn't already intensely used to the smell, she wouldn't assumed to be weed instead. But nope, just more classic stuff they tell you not to do in school.

"Um, no, I don't think I will actually."

"Please."

"Nope."

"Noodle, it's not working."

"'D, you gotta try a little harder than that. I'll go find Mudz and Russ."

"Wait, Noodle-"

The van shook slightly as she hopped out the back. Very stable. The smoke lingered longer than the eyes of the pair in the van, both refusing to look directly at each other.

"I'm really sorry about all this, okay? But, I'm innocent, I swear, and I need to find out who it was."

"This ain't a goddamn movie. You're rich. You can hire a lawyer and pay off the jury. You'll get out unscathed, and maybe with a little bit of Chicago and a little less of OJ, it might even work out for ya. AND, I don't need to be involved with any of this."

"You knew your mum better than anyone else."

"Yeah, and I think you did it, so I suggest you find someone else."

"I didn't fucking kill your mum!" Jo didn't think that he had it in him to raise his voice. Though, she also didn't think that he was capable of murder. The scratchiness of his throat was really brought out in the yell, and she could tell that it still wasn't something that he did too often. He could tell too. It was quickly replaced by even more silence, this time with the two making perfect eye contact.

"I thought I told you that I didn't want to be involved in any more shit. I don't know anything. I won't tell anyone. I just wanna fucking go home." Her voice was also a lot smaller than she was used to.

"I- look, sorry I yelled, you're clearly freaked out, I-"

"I'm fine, but I'd be even better if I were out of this van right now."

"I don't," he sighed, "I can't do that."

"You mean you don't want to."

"I just, I didn't do it. I really didn't."

"If it makes you feel any better, that's what I told the police."

"Really?"

"Yeah, before they convinced me otherwise," his face dropped, and she knew she shouldn't be feeling bad for him, but she recoiled, somehow feeling like she had gone too far, "But, what I believe wouldn't have changed what I told them. They, uh, already knew most of it anyway."

She was sitting face up, with her legs stretched apart in a mock half-straddle, her hands resting in the middle. 2D rubbed his eyes with one of his hands in contemplation.

"Well, I guess-"

"STRAP YOURSELVES IN KIDDIES, WE'RE HITTIN' THE ROAD!" Murdoc and Russel swooped into the front of the van while Noodle hopped in through the back slamming the doors shut. Murdoc man-handled the car into starting before either 2D or Jo could sling out a retort or question. The van lurched forward and 2D topped to the ground, joining Jo, while Noodle remained, standing tall.

"Russ, can we have the live feed." Noodle politely looked over the seats in the front.

"Sure thing, catch." Russel flung a clunky, 90s looking TV from the front seat over the heads of the pair on the floor, which Noodle caught gracefully and plugged into one of the outlets that was, for some reason, in the back of the van. The television whizzed to life and filled the car with static.

"Where's the remote?" Noodle announced to the van as she took her place on the floor in front of the TV.

"Oh, I fink I'm sittin on it, hold on..." 2D searched under his ass for the remote, while Jo was still struggling to comprehend the spectacle.

"Okay, it's definitely local news..." Noodle flipped through the channels on the television while both 2D and Jo crawled up next to her.

The camera zoomed in on a shot of the van, the camera courteously going a few blocks up as well to show the cops on their tail.

"-popular band Gorillaz is currently on the run from the police, as their lead singer 2D is suspected of murder. The band currently-" the voice of the newscaster cut swayed in and out, in time with Jo's consciousness, as she dared to not be too light headed.

"-on the lookout for Josephine Powell, daughter of the deceased, snuck out of the police station this morning, and will be charged as an accessory to the murder as new evidence comes to-"

"Wait, what?!" Jo leaned in to the TV, the images of her face that had been taken when she arrived at the station flashing clearly and proudly on the screen.

"You're a part of this, now, kid! Keep up!" Murdoc shouted from the front, his tongue sticking directly out of his mouth and curling upward as he swerved, half focused on the drive and half focused on the escape.

"No, no, oh my god, I'm an accessory?!" Jo pushed herself into the back of the van.

"Yeah, you have to help now!" 2D did a joyous fist-bump to the air, though it didn't match his slightly accusatory tone.

"I still think you did it, asshole."

"Aww, really?"

"Really really."

"Well, you can believe that as long as you like," Russ cut in, "Your name is another that's gotta be cleared though. And that ain't gonna happen if you go back to them cops. So help us in the meantime."

"I don't even know where to start with that. Like, help with what?"

"Help us find out who did it. If we have definitive proof that it was someone else, which it was," 2D added slightly resentfully, "then we can prove that I'm not guilty."

"No, I got that part, but what could I possibly tell you that would help with that. Everyone's either fucked my mom, had it out for her, or both."

"Not a soul you can fink of?" She found herself not being able to look him in the eye again.

"Well, the only people that she liked slightly were the other moms. Like, y'know, with your kids. And I'm pretty tight with their kids as well."

"Really?"

"Yeah, we have a group chat."

"Well-"

"I don't know if it's a good idea to show up with the guy who murdered one of their friends asking for help. They might even be expecting you."

"Nah, they wouldn't think we're that stupid." Murdoc interjected from the front, lingering on the first syllable of the word 'stupid'.

"Yeah, and we're good at getting away with stuff. We'll figure something out." Noodle didn't even look away from the TV.

"Well, okay I guess. The closest one is in Minneapolis. So, we can go there, I guess."

"Don't count on it being too soon. I'll need at least a few hours to loose these cops." Murdoc's tongue had retreated into this mouth.

"Ah, see, everyfin is gonna work out." 2D took another hit and leaned all the way back, forgetting that Jo was there completely.

Jo scooted herself all the way into a corner and went back to focusing on her consciousness. Not only had it been one of the most trying days of her life, but the hour was transitioning into four in the morning, and she had been up since five. She wasn't one to get sick on car rides, but the sway of the van made her very nauseous. Her eyelids seemed heavier with each creak that the van gave.

But she couldn't sleep. Wouldn't sleep. As uncomfortable as her house was, that place was still where she made her bed. And this wasn't.

Murdoc had managed to pull some smokebombs and real bombs out of god knows where, and, with the help of Russel, had a clearly laid out strategy for launching them in the air at their attackers. His gangly fingers had chucked one of them out of the now open left window of the car.

The van swayed a final time before everyone was plunged into complete, smoky, darkness.

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Another fun fact, I’m also thinking about releasing another 2D series, so I can keep myself motivated and work on both at the same time. This one might be actual 2D x reader though. Don’t worry, same style, just different ship, and less road trip murder adventure. But yeah, that’s all for now.

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"You guys are a bunch of dads!" Ash hissed out when Max, Charlie and Ibe came running into his room. They'd heard the younger man shout out in pain and next thing the door was being flung open.

It was an.. Interesting position to say the least.

Ash was laying on his side while Eiji straddled one of his legs and had pushed the other one up straight into the air.

The older of the two was flushing red, while Ash just looked slightly annoyed. He dropped his leg down and rested it on Eiji's shoulder, glaring at them.

"Do I even want to know what you two were doing?" Max asked, eyes on the floor.

"Eiji was helping me stretch, that's all you need to know." The blond hissed, rolling onto his back and wrapping his legs around Eiji's waist. Eiji rested his hands on Ash's thighs and blinked slowly. "Get out of our room."

-

Back in the living room, the three man sat and nursed bottles of beer when Charlie spoke up. "He's right, Ash that is.. We're like a bunch of dads looking after our kids.." He sipped at the drink is his hand after speaking and furrowed his eyebrows.

"Our kids who apparently are more interested in gangs than schooling."

The other two nodded to show their agreement because he was right, and it made them a sink further into the couch before Ibe spoke up.

"Well.. I'd say we're pretty attentive parents."

"I can drink to that." Max chimed in, and they did indeed drink to that.