#tw parents
mario jumped outta my game and killed my mother and parents
“my mother and my parents”
you want to make fun of my tragedy? huh? hm? my mother and parents are dead shitface
stop telling people who have abusive parents to “just leave” after they turn 18!!!!!!! it’s not that fucking simple!!!!!!!!!
i’ve been an adult for two years now and i STILL live in this hell hole. you know why? CONTROL. you can’t just walk out of the house and never look back like they do on tv. it doesn’t work that way. you take documents with you (that, if your parents are anything like mine, are locked up tight in a safe), you have to have enough money and a stable job and a place to go (which most victims are unable to get jobs due to mental/physical health or parent control), you have to move all your things out of their name (phone, car, etc). the list goes on. don’t you dare tell an adult victim that they’re just “not helping themselves”. i’m tired of hearing it.
adult victims of abusive parents: your abuse is still valid and i promise you there are those of us who understand and care.
(and before you try and pull the “here’s some suggestions” shit, my doctor has already met with a social worker with me. i’m stuck here for the time being. thanks for your concern but fuck off.)
villain x hero’s kid 11
a/n: should i wait till morning to post this? maybe. will i? FUCK NO! i’M TOO EXCITED TO BE BACK AFTER 3 FUCKING MONTHS!!!!!!
cw: killing/murder, bad parents (non-specific), swearing, guns/shooting
“I’ve got this, I’ve got this, I’ve got this. I don’t even know why I’m—OH-WHOA! That was a little sp-spooky,” Hero’s Kid singsonged to herself, briskly tearing through the underbrush, breaking past limbs that clung almost as tightly to her as her mother’s projection.
villain x hero’s kid 11
a/n: should i wait till morning to post this? maybe. will i? FUCK NO! i’M TOO EXCITED TO BE BACK AFTER 3 FUCKING MONTHS!!!!!!
cw: killing/murder, bad parents (non-specific), swearing, guns/shooting
“I’ve got this, I’ve got this, I’ve got this. I don’t even know why I’m—OH-WHOA! That was a little sp-spooky,” Hero’s Kid singsonged to herself, briskly tearing through the underbrush, breaking past limbs that clung almost as tightly to her as her mother’s projection.
villain x hero’s kid 11
a/n: should i wait till morning to post this? maybe. will i? FUCK NO! i’M TOO EXCITED TO BE BACK AFTER 3 FUCKING MONTHS!!!!!!
cw: killing/murder, bad parents (non-specific), swearing, guns/shooting
“I’ve got this, I’ve got this, I’ve got this. I don’t even know why I’m—OH-WHOA! That was a little sp-spooky,” Hero’s Kid singsonged to herself, briskly tearing through the underbrush, breaking past limbs that clung almost as tightly to her as her mother’s projection.
villain x hero’s kid 11
a/n: should i wait till morning to post this? maybe. will i? FUCK NO! i’M TOO EXCITED TO BE BACK AFTER 3 FUCKING MONTHS!!!!!!
cw: killing/murder, bad parents (non-specific), swearing, guns/shooting
“I’ve got this, I’ve got this, I’ve got this. I don’t even know why I’m—OH-WHOA! That was a little sp-spooky,” Hero’s Kid singsonged to herself, briskly tearing through the underbrush, breaking past limbs that clung almost as tightly to her as her mother’s projection.
villain x hero’s kid 11
a/n: should i wait till morning to post this? maybe. will i? FUCK NO! i’M TOO EXCITED TO BE BACK AFTER 3 FUCKING MONTHS!!!!!!
cw: killing/murder, bad parents (non-specific), swearing, guns/shooting
“I’ve got this, I’ve got this, I’ve got this. I don’t even know why I’m—OH-WHOA! That was a little sp-spooky,” Hero’s Kid singsonged to herself, briskly tearing through the underbrush, breaking past limbs that clung almost as tightly to her as her mother’s projection.
villain x hero’s kid 11
a/n: should i wait till morning to post this? maybe. will i? FUCK NO! i’M TOO EXCITED TO BE BACK AFTER 3 FUCKING MONTHS!!!!!!
cw: killing/murder, bad parents (non-specific), swearing, guns/shooting
“I’ve got this, I’ve got this, I’ve got this. I don’t even know why I’m—OH-WHOA! That was a little sp-spooky,” Hero’s Kid singsonged to herself, briskly tearing through the underbrush, breaking past limbs that clung almost as tightly to her as her mother’s projection.
villain x hero’s kid 11
a/n: should i wait till morning to post this? maybe. will i? FUCK NO! i’M TOO EXCITED TO BE BACK AFTER 3 FUCKING MONTHS!!!!!!
cw: killing/murder, bad parents (non-specific), swearing, guns/shooting
“I’ve got this, I’ve got this, I’ve got this. I don’t even know why I’m—OH-WHOA! That was a little sp-spooky,” Hero’s Kid singsonged to herself, briskly tearing through the underbrush, breaking past limbs that clung almost as tightly to her as her mother’s projection.
Hero’s Kid was still in shock. This entire time, she had been told, overandover,that Villain was an evil, coldhearted criminal—one who could never be trusted, one who was dangerous. But in all actuality, Hero had been killing people to keep them quiet, threatening them to cover her tracks, covering her bloodstained hands with gloves of manipulation. Each accusation against Villain was truly a confession of her own. Hero was evil.
Holding this fury at being lied to for years close to her, Hero’s Kid was well on her way to tell the truth, now at a steady jog across town.
Back in the woods, Villain and Sidekick called orders through the walkie-talkies to only defend; not attack. This wouldn’t be a bloodbath unless Hero called for one.
“Villain, I know you’re out there, you scheming bastard,” Hero yelled, pistol held upright as she approached the shed.
“Sounds like you’re afraid of me,” he called back.
“I’mnot, dumbass, I’m sick of your bullshit. Give me my daughter; that’s why we’re all here. And where is my son??”
“In the shed,” Villain replied coolly, unfazed by this fake care for Hero’s Kid.
“Come out, then,” Hero demanded.
“Nah. No thanks.”
Snap.
Hero began firing shots at the shed, and her backup followed suit, shooting rounds into the empty house like homicidal maniacs. Seeing no one evacuate, Hero held up her hand, waving them off. “Alright, alright already! Idiots! Just because I fucking fire doesn’t mean all of youshould!”
Villain laughed a hearty laugh from his hiding spot. “That was brilliant, Hero! Wasting all of your bullets on an old shed? Go on, do it again.”
“I suggest you shut the fuck up,” Hero snapped angrily, reloading her pistol.
“Again; no thanks.”
Knock, knock, knock.
“Hello? Mr. Mayor??” Hero’s Kid called out, out of breath from the remainder of her sprint.
It took a lot of convincing for the secretary to even let her in, and having The Mayor not even respond raised her heart into her throat. Hero’s Kid knocked again, tears pricking at her waterline.
This could be our one shot…
“M-Mr. Mayor? Please?”
“And just what do you think you’re doing??” Hero’s Husband demanded, approaching Hero’s Kid with a ferocity Hero’s Kid had never seen before.
She pinned herself against The Mayor’s door, eyes wide. What is he doing here??
“Please,please, Dad, I only wanted to—”
“You wanted to snitch, didn’t you? You changed sides, because you’re a little traitor. After everything we’ve done for you, too? Let’s go. We can’t keep doing this with you. I can’t believe you!” Hero’s Husband snarled.
“Dad, don’t! I was just trying t—”
“To get back at your mother? For doing the right thing?” he yelled, reaching for Hero’s Kid’s arm.
Before he could grab her wrist, The Mayor’s door swung open. “I beg your pardon? Is there a problem out here?” The Mayor asked.
“No,” Hero’s Husband replied, shooting daggers at Hero’s Kid with a gaze of warning. “Everythi—”
“Y-yes!Please, Hero’s my m-mom and I know she w-works for you but I need to talk to you, please, sir, please—she’s doing something wrong, she’s…please, do you h-have a minute, I have to talk to you, Mr. Mayor, please!” Hero’s Kid begged, tears threatening to pool over.
The Mayor looked between Hero’s Kid and Hero’s Husband, seeing the desperation in one and rage in the other. “Come inside.”
Hero’s Kid bolted for the office, and when Hero’s Husband attempted to follow, The Mayor put his arm across the doorjamb. “Not you. Wait in the hall.”
Hero’s Kid took deep breaths to calm herself down as The Mayor locked the door behind him for security.
You’ve got this, sweetie. You’ve got this.
“So you; you’re Hero’s Kid. I’ve seen you around,” The Mayor began, taking a seat behind his desk. “You said Hero’s doing something wrong? What is she doing wrong?”
Hero’s Kid sat down in front of him, tapping her foot anxiously. “I-I know it might be hard to believe, sir, since…since you don’t know her like I do. But…but she says that V-Villain is the one killing people, a-and hurting others; she even says she-she is helping other people, but…but she isn’t. Villain and Sidekick have only ever helped others, sir, I…” A tear plopped into Hero’s Kid’s lap. “Hero—she’s the one killing innocent people. I’m sure it’s hard to b-believe—”
“It isn’t,” The Mayor answered, shaking his head. “I’ve had my doubts about Hero for a long time. Always wondered why she was so quick to be loved by all, and it was always so suspicious how people who filed complaints against her quickly turned up dead, presumably by Villain. But it’s not something the town would want to believe.”
Shocked that The Mayor was on her side, Hero’s Kid stared up at him in hope. “Can’t you help them believe it, sir? …All due respect.”
The Mayor shrugged quietly. “Afraid. See, I’d be attacked, too—who knows who by? I’m not strong enough to go against someone like Hero.”
“That’s what Villain thought until Hero went after his friend.”
“What?”
“Villain actually thought he wasn’t strong enough to go after Hero—that’s why he never did—until she killed Sidekick’s and his close friend. The two of them taught trainees petty crimes as a coverup; a distraction; so they could warn whoever was on her hit list before they could be reached. Villain and Sidekick are good people, Mr. Mayor. My mom…isn’t. You’re not the only one afraid of her, but if we all stood up against her, we could actually take her down,” Hero’s Kid encouraged.
“So Villain wasn’t really committing mass murder, eh? Hm. I believe it. Villain was always my best student.”
“Huh? Student?”
The Mayor smiled at the curiosity. “Your mom and Villain trained at the academy where I was instructor; many years ago. Villain didn’t like the path Hero took. Don’t blame him. I could look into expunging his record if we really take Hero down. I just have to think of how.There’s not a goddamn way I can think of.”
The two sat in mutual silence for a few moments, both baffled not only by their shared disappointment, but their lack of ideas, until:
“Wait, Mr. Mayor… Doesn’t she have to…wear a body cam when she’s at work? Does anyone ever check that footage?”
“—about to snap, I just reallywant her to die,” Sidekick snapped, getting upset at Hero’s monolog.
“NO, don’t kill her, Sidekick, we can capture the four of them in a minute, now hold on,” Villain replied.
“Capture?? That’s not enough! She is explaining to us how she hurt Hero’s Kid!” came the whispered protest. “That’s fucked!”
“I know.”
“She’s a KID!”
Villain nodded, staring at the 20 men already taken down, not one of them from Villain’s side. “I know.”
The training methods Hero’s Kid had taught them worked. Stealth, precision, stamina. Each of them had been accounted for in this battle of wits and timing, until…
Crack.
A bullet rang out from Sidekick’s gun.
He had had enough. Enough of the endless monologuing, enough of the lies. When Hero’s right hand man went down, Villain grabbed Sidekick’s gun from him and widened his eyes when a shot and blood splatter followed. Sidekick had been hit, right in the arm, but was able to keep mostly quiet.
“I told you not to fucking shoot just because you were angry!” Villain whisper-yelled, torniquiting Sidekick’s bicep.
Seeing Hero and the remaining 3 begin to approach their long-term hiding place, Villain picked up the radio and gave the signal. “Close in the best you can; we’ve got to capture them; close in and capture carefully,” he ordered, hearing his phone buzz.
He checked it quickly.
-good news: the mayor is going 2 help us he believes us. i hope everything is going ok there you got this s**t
Villain looked up in time to see Hero get tackled by 4 members of his team, leaving a semi-conscious Sidekick and sprinting for the finals to help. He was able to send a reply within 8 minutes.
-Going fine, kid. Great work; meet you in town. Send Sidekick well wishes, he got a boo-boo.
Some of the group took Sidekick to the emergency room, and the rest transported Hero and her surviving crew to The Mayor.
They’d see if he was truly going to help them now.
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Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek One-Shot - Ghost of you
Words:1.3k
Otis x Female reader
Tw:mentions of character death, grief, very sad, mentions of Grey’s Anatomy and Taylor Swift, unsupportive parent, heartbreak, mentions of wedding and kids, Reader is a widow, pet names (babe) (If I forgot any warning please let me know!)
A/N:This is the first one-shot I post here :) It’s inspired by the 5 seconds of summer song “Ghost of you” so I recommend you hear it before reading this! Enjoy!
Here I am waking up
Still can’t sleep on your side
Y/N woke up, as tired as always and sat down on bed. Those two weeks without her husband had felt like a lifetime. Maybe it had been one, a new life, a life where Brian was gone. She had seen a thousand shows and movies where someone became a widow, and now she could hear that Grey’s Anatomy line on repeat in her head, about Derek’s mother not being able to sleep on her late husband’s side of the bed. As she looked over her shoulder, she realized his side of the bed remained untouched from that last morning, in which they had woken up, rearranged the bedsheets, pillows and blankets, had breakfast together, kissed goodbye and left for work. And never met again.
There’s your coffee cup
The lipstick stain fades with time
As she got to the kitchen, got the coffee maker working and opened the cabinet to grab her coffee cup, she saw his, with the Blackhawks logo on it, right next to hers, and the tears pooled once again in the eyes Otis had loved so much. Silently, she thanked him for doing the dishes instead of just leaving them on the sink for her to wash when she got back home as they usually did, since she wouldn’t have been able to wash his cup. Oh, how he loved that cup.
If I can dream long enough
You’d tell me I’d be just fine
I’ll be just fine
“If anything should happen to me, I’ll visit you in your dreams. I promise. But there’s no need to worry about that now, babe. We’re gonna have kids and grow old together, you know? Just like we said” he whispered to her, his hand resting in her lower belly lovingly, and Y/N got on her side, a beautiful smile on her lips as she got lost in his brown eyes “Yeah? How many?” “Two boys and a girl. I’m confident I’ll be just fine, but I wouldn’t like you to be alone if one day I don’t make it back home”
Except that two whole weeks had gone by and she never dreamt, of anything. Not even once. And she ended up alone. They had dated four years, only for him to die two weeks after their wedding.
She drank her coffee, glancing at the sugar pot that rested on the counter, close to the coffee maker. He always took his coffee with one spoonful of sugar, while she took it as bitter as possible. Otis always joked about how she was so sweet and nice while her coffee was so bitter. “It’s almost ironic, you know? You are one of the sweetest people on earth, and yet you have your coffee with no sugar and very little milk” he had grinned one day, the first morning they spent together.
After washing the cup and leaving it next to Otis’s, she went to their bedroom to grab her gun and badge and head to the 21st district for the first time since she got that damn call from chief Boden.
So I drown it out like I always do
Dancing through our house
With the ghost of you
And I chase it down
With a shot of truth
Dancing through our house
With the ghost of you
Voight and Platt both decided it would be best if she stayed on desk duty for a while, at least until she got completely cleared by a therapist that she was good to be back on the streets. She didn’t complain, not finding that much energy on herself. It was thankfullya quiet day, so her mind was allowed to be a bit all over the place.
She remembered, with her very first smile in weeks, how on their fifth date they had dinner at his place one night he could kick Cruz and Brett out, and after dinner, he connected his phone to the speaker to play Taylor Swift’s album Red, the one she had told him was her favorite. So they danced to All too well as if the world was ending, and his eyes had never shine so brightly as he looked at her, spinning around, laughing and giggling.
Ever since then, dancing became their thing. They’d dance whenever they had the chance. And after they moved in together, they’d dance every night he’d spend at home. They had a whole playlist for their dancing moments, though they would dance to any song, regardless of the rhythm.
Surprisingly, that last day of license she had, she found herself dancing on her own to All too well, the first time she had danced alone to that song in four years, and even though it broke her heart once again, she found a little peace and the feeling that he hadn’t left her for real. She ended up leaning onto the door frame, remembering how they’d dance to that song whenever they heard it, and almost seeing their ghosts laughing with their arms around each other.
Cleaning up today
Found that old Zepplin shirt
You wore when you ran away
And no one could feel your hurt
As she got to their apartment that terrible day, with Hailey and Kim supporting her, she had to find some kind of strength to get to their room, her room now, since it would no longer be shared with Otis. Whatever strength she had found, it left her as soon as she got to the door, his Zepplin shirt he used as a pajama resting on top of a pillow. He’d say it helped him forget anything terrible he had seen during his shift, and forget the terrible smells he had felt.
She had broken down in tears and fell to her knees, sobbing loudly. Her friends got to her and wrapped their arms around the now widow police officer. In her mind, she was still there, crying. She couldn’t remember getting up or stop crying, and wondered if her soul was still in that same position. It sure felt like that.
We’re too young, too dumb
To know things like love
But I know better now
(Better now)
A tiny smile showed up on her lips as she remembered her mom’s words when they told her they had gotten engaged. Mrs Y/LN had said it had nothing to do with Otis, and everything to do with Y/N’s stupidity. She was way too young to know what real love felt like, Otis was her second boyfriend after all, if we consider her high school three weeks relationship a boyfriend. No. There was no way she was engaged. She was dumb when it came to love, and she was so young.
They had proved her wrong.
So I drown it out like I always do
Dancing through our house
With the ghost of you
And I chase it down
With a shot of truth
Dancing through our house
With the ghost of you
As she got home that afternoon, she took a shower and dressed in his Zepplin shirt, with a sad smile. He had bought it reallycheap like a decade ago and failed to realize it said Zepplininstead of Zepellin. It became a silly and loving joke between the two of them. She connected her phone to his speaker and All too well started playing once again, tears pooling in her eyes as she heard the lyrics, since she too, remembered everything all too well.
Too young, too dumb
To know things like love
Too young, too dumb
So I drown it out like I always do
Dancing through our house
With the ghost of you
And I chase it down
With a shot of truth
That my feet don’t dance
Like they did with you
But this time, she tripped over the coffee table they had in the middle of the living room, and decided to stop dancing, turning off the speaker and closing the music app, realizing that maybe dancing in their living room was way too sacred to do it alone. She couldn’t dance like she did with him, so why bother? Otis was gone, and he had taken Y/N’s heart with him.
