#'honey. honey the kid is going through our trash again.'

[clonerightsagenda]

was joking to Gill about Central city residents watching a 15 year old demon root through their dumpsters for 3 weeks before we realized that is not even close to the weirdest thing people in this town have to deal with

[fireblossomdoll]

Ups and Downs

Synopsis: You're pregnant and having mood swings today, but Madara makes you a snack

Content: Uchiha Madara x Reader, f!reader, pregnant!reader, pregnancy!!, fluff, crack, mood swings

Word count: 987

A/N: A request from anon <3 (here are hcs about Madara and pregnant!reader)

You were already in the third trimester of your pregnancy. You couldn’t wait for your baby to come. You had picked and decorated a room with Madara, both of you really wanted this child. 

You decided to go to the market today to buy a little charm you had heard of. You had seen some children wrapping these cute pendants on their kunai, so you wanted one for your baby. The streets weren’t very crowded today, making for the perfect day out.

When you got to the store, you couldn’t find the charms. You had asked a few kids where they had gotten theirs and all of them led you here. Yet, as you searched the shelves, you couldn’t find the damn thing. Even worse, there was no staff in sight. You marched further into the store, looking for someone who could help you, and you started to think this trash place was empty.

“Hello?” You asked, annoyingly to no response.

“Hellooo??!!” You asked again, raising your voice so that the store’s useless employee could hear you.

An ugly, greasy looking guy appeared from behind one of the shelves.

“Hello, ma’am! How may I help you?” He said with his ugly smile. He sounded so nice it made you frown immediately.

“Finally! Where are you people hiding the cute charms I’ve seen around?”

“Uh, our kunai decor?”

“Are you dense? Yes, the kunai charms.” You were getting increasingly irritated by this.

“We’re unfortunately out of stock of this item.” He said, still with that hideous smile.

“The hell you mean, out of stock?! I’ve seen it everywhere!”

“I’m sorry, ma’am. It is indeed one of our most popular products, and because of that, it’s currently sold out.”

“Argh!”

You were exasperated and left the store in a bad mood. You just wanted to do a nice thing for your baby, but everyone seemed to be against you today.

As you walked back home, more people started to come to the streets. Of course, you couldn’t even have this one thing.

In front of your house, you saw your roses blooming. They were so pretty! You remembered how Madara helped you find the seeds, plant them and take care of them. Even if he didn't really want to garden, he still helped you grow these beautiful roses. 

Madara had taken such good care of you during this pregnancy. You loved him so much, you couldn’t have asked for a better husband. He always made sure to not let you use too much effort, and he smelled so nice.

He would let you play with his hair while he cooked you breakfast, lunch and dinner. His hair was so soft and long, you loved fiddling with it. Oh yeah, sometimes it would smell like roses if you two worked with them for too long. And he would cook for you. Such delicious food, but maybe not what you wanted right now. You wanted something lighter and sour, like a green apple. But also very sweet, like honey.

As you wandered through the living room, you heard muffled voices coming from the other side of the house. You went towards Madara's office and put you ear on the shoji to listen to what he was saying.

“–find the scrolls? –”

“ –working on it. The team hasn't–”

You couldn’t hear it properly, but what they were talking about didn't matter. You knocked and waited. Nothing happened so you knocked again, with a little more force.

“Hmm? Come in.” You heard Madara's deep voice come through.

You opened the shoji, seeing Madara and Hikaku with some scrolls laying on the table. Both looked back at you, as you stayed halfway hidden by the shoji, not really entering the room.

“Madara,” You dragged his name a bit.

“Yes?” He gave a little cute smile.

You looked down and around the round before continuing, “I wanted something to eat,” He arched an eyebrow and opened his mouth, but you kept going, “Some apples dipped in honey would be very nice, you know?”

“Right now, dear? I'm in the middle of something,”

“Please? Cut apples with honey sounds so good, though,” You insisted.

He sighted and stood up.

Did you bother him too much? Maybe he was tired of working and trying to get done was fast as possible, and you made him late. Or maybe he was very concentrated and you interrupted all his thoughts by coming here. “Are you mad at me?”

“What? No, my love, I'm not bothered at all, just getting up,” Madara looked in your eyes, “This wasn't so important, Hikaku can deal with it by himself.”

“So it was important matters that I–”

“Not at all, let's get going,” He interrupted you and pointed towards the hallway, “Shall we?”

You followed him to the kitchen, where he picked a couple of green apples from a basket.

“You should sit down,” He told you as he grabbed a knife.

You sat down by the table and kept looking at Madara as he prepared your snack. He looked so good today, it made you smile.

When he finished cutting the apples, he poured honey into a small bowl. You were very happy with how things were looking. The honey and the apples looked delicious, you couldn't wait for Madara to bring them to you.

“Now, now, here's whatever this is supposed to be.”

Madara placed two bowls in front of you, the sliced apples and the honey. 

“Yay! Thank you!” You said as you reached out to grab one apple slice.

He walked to your side and bowed his upper body until he was slightly above your head. “No problem. Try not to make a mess with the honey, okay?” He told you before kissing your temple.

“Sure,” You said with your mouth full of apple and honey. “It's so sweet!”

“Well, it is honey,” He giggled, leaving you in the kitchen.

[valuunit]

Mums don’t cry

Summary: Y/n’s mood changes and sicknesses happen to be more than just that.

lmao i don’t know why i put that tittle, but The Cure rules.

Content: soft husband!harry :DD pregnant afab!reader, use of she/her, mention of food and vomit (pregnancy symptom), la la land spoilers(?) and that’s it ig.

Disclaimer: English is not my first lenguaje so if there’s any mistake i’m sorry, i’ll try to correct it.

“No, i’m staying with Y/n, she’s not been feeling good. Enjoy though, oh! And bring some tiramisu.”

“ ’M sorry, H” she said struggling to stand up from the bathroom’s floor.

“No, no, there’s nothing to be sorry ‘bout. Now come here, i’ll help you clean yourself and we can go watch a movie. You said that watching Ryan Gosling everywhere made you want to bing his movies.” Harry kneeled in front of her offering his hand.

“Mhm” Y/n said without any sign of excitement. Her hand reached the toilet’s chain and released her sickness before lean into the sink and wash her mouth a total of four times.

“Think that enough, you’re gonna get sick again if you keep pulling the brush all the way down your throat.” he chuckled taking the brush out of her hand.

“Wait, throw it in the trash, please.” she said before shoving some more water in her mouth.

“But it’s clean.”

“It’s not, but i’ve had it for over 3 months.”

“Okay miss.”

“It’s Missus, Mister.”

“You feeling better, Missus?”

“I think, it was probably all the crap i’ve been eating.”

“The holidays are for something, don’t you think?”

“I guess.” her mood “I’m sorry.”

“I told you, you don’t have to…”

“No, i’m sorry for being so grumpy this past few days, i don’t know what’s happening.” she said as some tears began to accumulate in her eyes and her head goes to her husband’s chest.

“Oh, honey, don’t worry, it was part of our vows, being here through thick and thin, right?” he grabbed her cheek and smiled warmly, with her blurry vision she just saw a charming white downward D but she returned it.

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

“Now you can see me fantasize with Ryan Gosling.”

“No problem, i’ll do the same.”

They giggled like toddlers and went to the kitchen for some snacks.

“Some popcorn will do it?” said Harry grabbing a package of microwave popcorn.

“Yeah, although is there a peanut butter and chocolate? i’ve been craving some of it.”

“Hm, we have a package of truffles but no peanut butter…”

“It’s okay, all perfect.”

“Well, what do you think of you picking the first movie and i’ll be there when these are ready.”

“Okay.” she gave him a peck kiss. “This is like the honeymoon all over again.” and began to walk to the lounge.

“I hope we never leave that stage.” Harry said loudly making sure she heard. She blew him a kiss and sat on the couch.

Y/n grabbed her phone to google in which platform was La La Land on. She didn’t even knew if the villa’s TV had more than 3 streaming services.

“Already picked one?”

“I’m checking where is it.”

“I bring you some water, i like my woman hydrated.”

He let out a little laugh “Thanks, love.”

They snuggled in the middle of the couch and concentrate in enjoying the movie.

Everything went well, they got to the point in the movie that showed what would’ve happened if they had ended up together.

Harry made a pout, watching the montage of the couple having a kid, but beside him Y/n began to sob, but in a concerning way.

“Everything okay, love?”

“Y-yeah, it just...” she went quiet to hear the final notes of song that Sebastian was playing in his bar. And led out another sob. “It’s so sad, because they loved each other, b-but they couldn’t make their dreams come true if the stayed together a-and they will always love each other…”

“It’s okay” Harry couldn’t help but feel a mixture of concern and a little bit, just a bit, of fun, watching her being so invested in a movie that they’ve watched several times. “Sometimes that’s how life goes.”

“What a bullshit life we live in.” He audibly laughed at that, remembering the joker memes, she also laughed “Okay, i heard it.”

And just like that she was laughing like anything happened.

“Wanna see another movie?”

“I don’t know, ‘m tired.”

“Wanna go to bed?”

“Yes please.”

When they were getting up of the couch Y/n felt sick again, she ran to the nearest bathroom and let it all out. That took Harry by surprise, one moment he was folding the blanket they where using and talking about other movies and the other he was grabbing his wife’s hair.

“Don’t know what’s happening to me, H. It feels like something more.” she rested her back into the cold wall opposite to the toilet

She recalled when she was sweaty and exhausted she blamed italy’s sun, when her mood changed drastically she blamed her personality, when she felt disgust out of nowhere and ended up vomiting she blamed the food and spices she was not used to, but everything as a whole was sign of other thing.

“Like what?” Harry said concerned thinking of the worst.

“I-i… i’ve been feeling weird lately and all my symptoms are, you know, hm, signs of pregnancy.”

“… Like what?” he repeated too shocked to say other thing.

“Mood change, um, craving could be described, the constant exhaustion, vomit…”

“Want me to go for a test?”

“What if paps catch you?”

“Who cares about them?” he said excitedly, this could be one of the happiest days of his life, and he couldn’t wait.

“Pr team, probably.” Y/n said tired.

“Well, I think they’ll understand. You’ll be good on your own? O could ask one of the guys to get a test on their way here.”

“I’ll be good, also we aren’t certain if i’m… pregnant, don’t want to alarm anyone and I’m pretty sure they’ll be back ‘till midnight.”

“You’re right. Well, i’ll be right back, honey.”

“Thanks.”

Harry literally sprinted to the nearest corner store as soon a he closed the villa’s door. Not caring of anything else, he ran through a fairly small business, not more than 5 minutes away, or that what he felt, until he viewed the boxes he was so desperate for, he grabbed three different ones and ran to the cash register, an old man smiled kindly at him. The interaction was short but cute.

When Harry grabbed the tests the man said to him "Buona fortuna." (good luck). With Harry's poor italian he said "Grazie" and ran back to Y/n.

"That was quick" Y/n was waiting by the door when he arrived.

"I always am, hun…” Harry said out of breath.

Y/n laughed and grabbed the bruised boxes from his hands. "I'm nervous"

"There's nothing to be nervous about, love."

"Well, then, there I go." she let a loud shaky breath and entered the bathroom again.

"Love you."

"Love you too." her voice muffled by the door.

Harry was also nervous, but in a good way nervous, what a good timing, he thought, they been wanting to start a family since last year, well, since forever, but actively trying ever since. He remembered the doctor appointments, the times they had sex just because an app told them to, and the disappointment in their faces when the test were negative, over and over again. And now, they were the happiest they've been, he just finished love on tour, Y/n finished her second book and taking a vacation with all their friends and family.

"Har...ry, come in, please." he did so immediately.

"Everything okay?" his voice was shaky. The tests were all perfectly lined up on a counter all of them facing down.

"Yes, I wanted you to be here." she was crying again, but the smile in her face denoted happiness and anxiety.

"Remember that no matter what the tests say, we'll be fine, and keep trying if you want."

"Thanks." she muttered hugging him.

"Thank you" he hugged her back kissing her hair.

"Can you check one first, please?"

"Sure"

While still hugging her he picked one of the tests and checked. His heart stopped when there was just one line across the screen.

"Uhm, what does one line means?" he asked, wanting to be in the wrong.

"N-negative..."

Y/n pulled away from the embrace to confirm what Harry was saying.

"It's okay, we got two more left."

"Yeah." Y/n said not really expecting any different result. She grabbed one and Harry the other.

Y/n's test said 'Incinta 2-3 settimane*' And Harry's had two vertical lines.

"Oh god, this one say-"

"My phone! Where is it." Y/n said quickly.

"What?"

"I need a confirmation."

She opened the translator and typed the test's result, it gave 'Pregnant 2-3 weeks'

"Oh my god! What does yours says?"

"That you're pregnant!"

"This one too!" she jumped into her husband's arms rounding his waist with her legs.

"Two out of three." he said shocked.

"I'll take it. Tomorrow we could go to a doctor."

"I can't wait." he said happily.

"Neither can i."

"Thank you, thank you love." he kissed her nose.

"I couldn't have done anything without your contribution, love, thank you too." she cupped his cheek as he laughed.

"Let's go to bed, tomorrow might be a big day.”

Y/n, attached to him in a koala style, and Harry Styles went to the bedroom full of bliss and expectancy for tomorrow.

“Where were you guys all morning? We waited you for breakfast” Gemma said laying on a sun chair near the villa’s pool, where the radiant couple just arrived.

“Uh, went for some air.” Harry responded.

“Oh, how are you feeling, Y/n?”

“Much better.” Y/n smiled widely to her sister-in-law. “I’m going for some water, want some?”

“I’m good, pumping, thanks.”

“Gem?”

“I have some here, thank you, Y/n/n.”

Y/n walked into the kitchen with a happy pace and Harry admired her silhouette in that white dress he loved so much.

“Are you guys high?”

“What?”

“Why are you smiling so much? it’s creepy.”

“We’re happy.” he said jokingly annoyed. “Also, i have something to tell you.”

“Y/n’s pregnant?” Gemma guessed, siting straight and taking her glasses off.

“How’d you know?”

“I didn’t, but the pregnancy tests in the bathroom gave me an idea. Congratulations!” the siblings hugged tightly.

“Thank you!”

“You’re finally becoming a dad. Ahh!”

“I know, ahh!”

“Why are you screaming like hyenas in cocaine?”

“Y/n, congrats, darling.” Gemma hugged her.

“Oh Gemma, thanks.”

“You’ll be the greatest parents and i’m gonna be the greatest aunt.”

The three laughed. “I’m pretty sure you’ll be, Gem”

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Dad Chifuyu Matsuno x Mom Reader: Pet Adoption Day ft. Baji and Kazutora (unedited) TW: Kids and pregnancy WC: 1300+ s/n =sons nameMINORS DNI 18+

Chifuyu was a big supporter of the pet shelters and wanted to help out in any way he could. Donating items even helping out when he could. Ever so often his shop would host pet adoption days to help shelter animals find their forever homes. Today's pet adoption day was a little bit different. Peke J  being mischievous as he is, would leave for a day or two and then come back home. Chifuyu would scold him but it seemed to go out one ear and out the other. Chifuyu decided to follow Peke J when he was leaving the home. He walked into a small alley next to a large trash can where a few cardboard boxes were stacked on one another. He discovered Peke J became a daddy, seeing the small little of newborn kittens that were about a week old. It took a moment for the mommy of the kittens to warm up to him but he gladly welcomed them into his home.  

It would be sometime before you and your husband had a long talk about the kittens.. Knowing that they could bring love into many others home. The next part was to break the news to your son. Explaining it to him as simply as possible. He was a bit upset and knew it would be the best choice, with a new baby on the way it would be a lot to handle with a full house. The kittens would always be a part of your family.

“Momma let me help you!” your 5-year-old son taking the box from your hand. 

“Are you sure you got it? You asked, looking at him taking the box to his dad. “Mmhmm” he walked to his father who was fixing the bows on the kittens. “ Momma was carrying boxes again.” Your son snitched you out. You saw your husband raise his brow at you. “Honey, we already talked about you carrying things.”  

“I know but I’m not handicapped now.” You responded as your fingertips caressing your husband's cheeks. 

Chifuyu saw his little one petting the kitten. He didn't leave the kitten's side. For Chifuyu it was a bittersweet moment for him as each one was getting adopted. Chifuyu and you throughout the day managed to get a few kittens adopted in the morning. Chifuyu needed to grab something from one of the aisles when he arrived at the front and noticed the small calico kitten missing. He thought maybe she got out and was roaming around the shop. You, Kazutora and Baji began looking for the lost kitten. Walking back to the front he noticed another kitten was missing. “Another one is missing.” Chifuyu sighed his fingers running through his hair. 

Baji on the other hand noticed one person missing. “I’m not sure they got out by themselves. The cage is too high for them to climb out.” He raised his brow.  "Baji gots a point there," Kazutora responded.

Chifuyu began counting everyone and Baji was right, one was missing. “Can you guys keep and eye on the other kitten men and _____ need to find s/n.” 

Chifuyu and you walked to the back quietly. You heard a small meow “shhh they will hear you milkshake.” You heard your son speaking quietly. 

“Well, we found the kittens.” Chifuyu spoke as his son froze before standing up quickly. 

“Oh look here they are hehe.” Your son nervously laughing as he scratched the back of his head. 

“S/n…” you sighed your hand on your hip. You had a hint on why he did it.

“We got worried when we couldn’t find them.” Chifuyu spoke looking at his son. 

“I know but…” his son looked down.

“But?” Chifuyu asked 

“I don’t want the rest to be adopted, I want to keep them.” Your son spoke. “They are our family.” 

Both you and Chifuyu could hear the sad tone in his voice. Chifuyu kneeled down at eye level with his son. “Of course they are bud. It’s just the house is gonna be really busy when the new baby comes. The kitten will also be a lot to handle as well. But every single one of the kittens that were adopted we know the people. So we know they will get all the love and attention in their new homes.”

“Couldn’t we put the baby up for adoption and keep the kitten?” Your guy's son asked. “We had them longer” 

Chifuyu closed his eyes for a moment as he composed himself; he didn't want to laugh. “Bud me and your mommy want to keep the baby.” 

“We thought you were gonna be excited to be a big brother?” You asked him.

“My friends tell me that when they have a new baby in the house their moms and dads spend a lot of time with the baby instead of them. I don’t want to forget.... it was great when it was just the three of us..”  You could see your son's eyes begin to welt up. You began to become emotional seeing your son upset. 

Chifuyu embraced his son giving him a hug. He rubbed his back he let a low sigh out he didn’t want him to feel like this. “We won't forget our first baby. You gave us the title mom and dad. We did all our first together.” He wiped his son's tears away “I know we might get busy with the new baby but we always make time for you. Plus when the baby arrives you could tell them everything you know.” Giving his son a gentle smile

“We love you very much s/n. I know the baby is going to love you very much too.” You softly spoke to your son. “I have an idea.” Both Chifuyu and your son looked at you. “I know you and milkshake are close, why don’t we keep her.” 

“Really?!?” Both Chifuyu and your son looked at you.

You chuckled at them both having the same reaction. “Yeah Peke J and Mrs.Peke will be happy too.” You cupped your child’s face kissing his forehead. 

After the chat with your son, the rest of the kittens were adopted by the end of the day. When arriving home your son and milkshake ran to his room to play. Peke J and Mrs. Peke both had when to their favorite place to take a nap. Both you and Chifuyu sat on the couch. It was a long day for everyone but knowing the kittens were happily adopted into loving families it was all worth it. You could see your husband lost in his thoughts. “Honey, are you okay?” you asked, rubbing his shoulder.

“Hmmm? Oh yeah… Just a little nervous, we haven’t had a baby in the house in a long time.” “I know it's a little nerve-racking but if I must say.” cupping his cheeks with your hands “you are the best dad I’ve ever seen. Our son adores you and just hearing your voice the baby goes crazy. We might be sleep deprived for a while but it will be worth it.” giving him a soft kiss. 

The dust of pink hitting his cheeks “how did I get so lucky to meet someone like you?” his green hands rest on your belly he felt the small kicks from his unborn child.

“It all draws back to Peke J having us meet.” you smiled “Also I forgot to mention I need you to defend my honor.”

Chifuyu blinked a few times wondering why he needed to do that. “Uhhhh???” “I know Baji was the one who told s/n to say I look like I ate a watermelon.”

Chifuyu pinched the bridge of his nose letting out a low chuckled “Well I think Baji was referring to you eating the whole watermelon.” Raising your brow “Just wait till this baby is out I’m going after you and him.” you let out a chuckle

Hearing a threat from his pregnant wife he couldn’t take it seriously after her chuckle “Babe I love you.” 

“I love you too but I’m still going after you both.”

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[stardust948]

Twins AU

Sweet 16 Birthday

*Zuko and Azula standing back to back with their eyes closed*

Ursa: My twins can't have separate parties on their Sweet 16! So while you two were at Azula's Kuai ball game, I came up with a Mom-promise! Take a look!

*Twins open their eyes and see the decorations*

Zuko: Wow!

Azula: Awesome!

Ursa: Hold on, you two haven't seen the best part. Turn around.

*Turns around and see the room split into two themes. Theater theme on one side and Spa on the other*

Zuko and Azula: 😬

Ursa: Two themes, one party!

Ozai on the mic: It's Spa day at the theater! *mic cracks* Why isn't this thing working?

Ursa: Azula honey, you wanted to go to Ember Island resort, so we're gonna have one right here in the house!

Ursa: And Zuko, you wanted to see Love Amongst the Dragons live so we give you a personal backstage tour!

Zuko: Mom this is great!

Azula: Yes, I think we're halfway there. The half that doesn't look like a theater's club trash bin.

Zuko: Hey! I thought this was our party!

Ozai, working on the mic: Firelily it's time to come clean. We kept the secret for too long.

Ursa: No Ozai. *mic comes to life* I'm telling them they were born on separate days.

Zuko, Azula, and Kiyi: !!!

Ursa: Uh... *grabs mic* 🎵Secret tunnel! Secret tunnel! Through the mountain!🎵 This karaoke thing works great! Who's next?

Zuko: What did you just say?!

Azula: We have different birthdays?!

Ozai: Kids, your mother and I have something to tell you.

Ursa:

Ozai:

Ozai: Go ahead.

Ursa: *gives him a dirty look* Zuko and Azula, the day you were born was truly the greatest day of my life.

Kiyi: Well that feels nice!

Ursa: But it was actually the days you were born. Zuko, you were born on the 5th at 11:56 pm. But Azula you were born at 12:02 on the 6th.

Azula, gesturing to her Kuai ball uniform: But the whole reason 5 is my lucky number is because I was born on the 5th. I'm a 5.

Kiyi: Apparently, I'm a zero.

Zuko: Wait, so Azula never celebrated on her actual birthday?

Kiyi: What kind of parents are you?! This is preposterous! I say again preposterous!!!

Ozai: I regret buying you that thesaurus.

Kiyi: If they could do this to her, what does that mean for everyone else? Am I six? Am I twelve? I could be nine.

Ozai: You're eleven.

Azula: Are you sure about that considering you both lied to me my whole life! *storms away*

[Later]

Ursa, coming into the twin's room: Hey.

Azula:

Ursa: Azula honey, I'm so sorry. Every year your birthday would roll around and I would get so excited at the two of you sitting together blowing out your candles.

Azula: Then why did you use those trick candles that didn't blow out?

Ursa: We wanted the moment to last forever. Plus a joined birthday party is double the fun! It's also half the work. See, I'm being completely honest with you from now on.

Azula, trying not to laugh: Don't try to be funny. I'm still mad at you.

Ursa: Honey, I am so sorry. I thought I was doing the right thing. When you and Zuko were little you were inseparable. As your mother, it felt wrong to take that special day away.

Azula: Are you seriously trying to take credit for being a good mother right now?

Ursa: Yes I tried to slip that in.

Ursa: Just tell us what you want for your birthday and your father and I will make it happen. The sky's the limit. Well, there is a budget-

Ursa: See, being honest!

Azula: Thanks mom, but the last thing I feel like doing is celebrating my birthday. I don't even think I want a party this year. I'm sure Zuko feels the same.

Ursa: Well think about it. In the meantime, I made your favorite meal. Komodo chicken and stir-fried rice.

Ursa: Ok, I didn't actually make it. I brought it frozen in a box-

Azula: Mom!

Ursa: Right okay. *About to leave* Remember honey, you turn 16 only once.

Azula:

[changingplumbob]

Foster Household: Chapter 8, Part 5

Harvey, Kayleigh and Carson take dinner to Reece and Samir. Carson has his first lot of exams and takes a trip with Kayleigh.

Harvey: Did you avoid detention today

Carson: Yeah dad, that’s why I’m home already

Harvey: Very good. Now we don’t have much time so do anything you need to do quickly

Carson: What do you mean

Harvey: Keira and Marta will be having the house for a few hours tonight

Carson: And we will be…

Harvey: Oh, you know… visiting Reece for dinner

Carson: Dad what? No

Harvey: I’m making a meat pie especially. Reece says Samir likes meat

Carson: Why couldn’t we go to Charlie’s instead

Harvey: Your mum wants to check on if they’ve used the money we gave them for Reece’s birthday

Carson: Well I hope you enjoy watching me die of boredom and irritation

Harvey: Carson please try to remember it’s your brother’s house, it’s not wise to pick fights in another person’s home

Kayleigh: Is the pie all done

Harvey: Almost, I just want to get the crust perfect

Carson: Mum I don’t want to go

Kayleigh: Carson in life there are things we may not want to do, but we should do. This is one

Carson: *sighs dramatically*

Kayleigh: Oh honey these counters look great, and I’m so glad you got an oven

Reece: Yeah it took a bit of connecting but it seems to be working now

Carson: *sarcastically* Yipee for you

Samir: *through food* Don't be rude

Reece: It’s alright Samir, you know Carson can’t help being an annoying git

Kayleigh: Reece-

Carson: No don’t stop him mum. Lets hear more about how I’m failing in my life compared to the shining example he’s setting running away to a cabin in the woods

Reece: I haven’t run away from anything

Carson: Yes because you’re knee deep in university work befitting your “genius”

Samir: *growls then fake coughs*

Reece: For your information I have applied to universities and I’m waiting to hear back

Carson: I bet you don’t even have a recycling bin

Reece: No Carson, we don't have a recycling bin. We like to burn our trash, letting large clouds of pollution out into the woods I’ve run away to

Carson: Did that just to spite my asthma did you

Reece: I didn’t even know you had asthma

Harvey: Boys! We should switch topics

Reece: Yes, lets. I would love to hear how you both knew to buy Samir a violin for my birthday

Kayleigh: Carson heard him telling you about it

Reece: I knew it!

Kayleigh: What do you mean honey

Reece: Samir and I have only talked about him playing the violin when he was a kid when we were out of the house on a date

Samir: *through food* It’s true

Reece: So, Carson, you could only have known from reading my diary

Carson: Thought all that up by yourself did you? Wow, guess you really are a genius

Samir: *growls*

Carson: The hell

Samir: *fake coughs* bad throat

With Carson feeling ashamed at being caught reading Reece’s diary again he stays quiet for the rest of the meal which goes much more smoothly.

With dinner finished Reece blows Samir a kiss as he heads off to relax in a bath where he doesn’t have to talk to anyone.

Reece: So you have asthma

Carson: Yes, go ahead and laugh

Reece: Bro I wouldn’t make fun of you for something you’re born with, that’s just rude. Like have I ever made fun of you needing glasses

Carson: Well no

Reece: Exactly! Now come give me a hug you budget pirate. And in all sincerity maybe try therapy for your angry obsession with me

Carson: I am NOT obsessed

Carson: Do you think I need therapy

Keira: I think we all need therapy

Carson: I’m being serious

Keira: I don’t know what goes on in your head

The next day dawns and Kayleigh, having reached 60, is starting to show some grey.

Kayleigh: Goodbye completely brunette hair, I shall miss you

Harvey: I think the silver roots are nice

Kayleigh: Guess I better switch up my wardrobe so I don’t wear short shorts anymore

Harvey: I vote for short shorts at any age

Kayleigh: I just really like my thigh tattoo, I don’t want it covered all the time

Keira: You okay dad

Harvey: Not really, I’ve got sweaty shivers

Keira: Take the day of work then

Harvey: Maybe I should

Carson heads downstairs. He couldn’t get to sleep last night, worrying about what Reece had said. He certainly wasn’t obsessed with Reece but sometimes he felt a bit… different. He’s a recycle disciple, he wants to search through trash but… lately he has felt the need to wash extra thoroughly afterwards.

Carson: Hey dad

Harvey: *groggily* yes sir

Carson: Maybe I should go to a psychiatrist or something

Harvey: Hmm. It’s not that I don’t want to have this conversation, it’s that the room is spinning… I’m sure mum can take you after school if you want though

As soon as Carson gets to school he’s hit with a coughing fit thanks to his asthma. It’s not an attack but certainly leaves him feeling worse.

Angel: Hey Carson wait up

Carson: Can’t talk. Heading to gym

Angel: But you almost coughed up a lung back there

Carson: No I didn’t

Carson is full of confidence when he gets to the gym area and runs with his chest out on the treadmill for a while.

With one before school duty done he decides to take the workout machine for a spin.

William: What are you doing

Carson: *puffing* working out

William: Angel said your asthma was acting up

Carson: My asthma doesn’t act up, I make sure. I’m fine now

William: Well you’d better hurry up. Exams start soon and I’m sure my older brother won’t have managed to screw with the printing of two sets of exams in a row

Carson: Right I just need a shower first

Mrs T: Come in everyone. Please take your seats, we will begin soon

Onyx: Can we end soon as well

Darwin: I know! I totally forgot Fridays were exam day

Mrs T: You will all have one hour to write down your answers. Remember, if you don’t know an answer, you can always skip it and return to it once you’ve reached the end

Darwin: Can I skip the whole thing

Mrs T: No Darwin, you can’t. Although if you’d like Mr Amarinth to observe another of our classes to make sure we’re learning feel free

The whole class groans in response.

Paola: Don’t you dare Darwin, I’m this close to getting a detention from that guy

Darwin: Suits me

Amie: Don’t be an idiot, just shut up and do your paper

Mrs T: We will begin when the second hand reaches the 12

Carson did his best to write some answers but still being new to the subjects made him uneasy. He found himself tapping his pencil so often that his paper ended up resembling a dalmatian with 101 spots.

Darwin: You all right dude? Your paper was a mess

Carson: How would you know

Darwin: You were the only person in front of me

Carson: So you looked at my paper

Darwin: I would have studied but I forgot exams were Fridays

Carson: I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine

William: You seem stressed though

Carson: Have you seen Onyx

William: Yeah I think they headed to the next exam room already

...

Carson: What are you doing in here

Onyx: Hoping to learn by osmosis before the exam starts. Mother is not pleased at me getting that detention. I just want a horse man

For the afternoon exam Mrs Tinker puts her headphones on so the students take the opportunity to whisper quietly as they make their way through the paper.

Carson: You don’t think it’s too weird do you

Onyx: Nah. If you think you’ve got an issue it’s surely better to get it checked on sooner rather than later or you’ll end up a twisted adult

Carson: Thank you, I think

Onyx: Anytime mate

Darwin: Amie move your shoulder

Amie: Do your own work

Mrs T: *still wearing headphones* 1 minute left

William: Wait did she even do the 10-minute call or did I miss it

Onyx: Oh hey Carson, we should all get dinner tonight after your appointment

Carson: Yeah… after my appointment

Onyx: I’ll be thinking of you buddy

Before Carson heads home he returns some books to the school library and grabs some new ones.

William: Carson!

Carson: Hmm?

William: Don’t worry about the appointment, you’ll be great

Carson: Thanks mate

Kayleigh: Just remember honey, the most important thing here is to be honest

Carson: Uh huh

Kayleigh: Come sit. Even if you think it’ll upset me or your dad, you tell them okay

Carson: I will try mum

Kayleigh: At least this place seems nice right

Carson: Yeah I guess

Kayleigh: I must ask who did that mural, it’s wonderful

Carson: Yeah

?: Carson Foster?

Carson: Yes

Dr H: I’m Dr Xander Hanks, I’m the psychiatrist here. It’s nice to meet you

Carson: Yeah. Nice to… meet you

Dr H: And I see you’ve brought a support person today

Carson: It’s my mum

Kayleigh: I’m Kayleigh Foster

Dr H: A pleasure. If you’ll follow me we can sit down and get introduced properly

Dr H: Let me tell you a bit about myself. Following medical school I did my first internship at Britechester's main hospital. After that I completed my training as a psychiatric resident at the hospital in Magnolia Promenade. My specialisation is adolescent health. However I have treated younger patients and continued to see some of the older teen patients until they’re ready for discharge

Carson: That’s… nice?

Dr H: So Carson, want to tell me my why you’ve come to see me today

Carson: I don’t really know

Dr H: That’s okay. Why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself?

Carson: Well I’m 14. Ahhh… I guess I care about the environment, I like art and archaeology. I don’t really know what else

Dr H: How about your family? Can you tell me a bit about them? Your mother is obviously well known

Carson: *chuckles* yes, best artist around

Kayleigh: I dabble

Carson: Then there’s dad, he’s a fisherman and a great cook

Dr H: Do you cook with him

Carson: Not really but we would go fishing together sometimes when I was a kid

Dr H: And how about siblings or pets

Carson: I’m the youngest of four. My oldest sister Charlie is a pro soccer player, she lives in Mt Komorebi now with her wife Kaori who is getting well known for snowboarding

Dr H: Kaori Nishidake? I have heard of her

Carson: Yeah she’s pretty great at it. Then there’s Keira who just finished her biology degree. She and her fiancé Marta are staying with us at the moment but they’ll be moving to San Sequoia so Keira can get a job at the Marine Life Institute

Dr H: Any others

Carson: *sighs* well yeah there’s Reece my older brother

Dr H: Why did you sigh just now

Carson: Me and Reece… we don’t get on

Dr H: How much older is he than you

Kayleigh: He’s just turned 19 so five years difference

Dr H: Have you always had disagreements or is this a recent change

Carson: I don’t really remember

Kayleigh: They did argue a lot over the years. It’s not been a recent fall out or anything

Dr H: And how about pets? Do you have any

Carson: *laughs* No which is good because I found out I have asthma

Dr H: Oh? When did they figure that out

Carson: When I turned 13

Dr H: And how are you coping with that diagnosis

Carson:…

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[siyasantlani111]

People pleasing ~

Hi guys lets talk about people pleasing. I'm so frustrated with people who constantly people please and people please and people please.

I'm going to be very honest with you guys the person you are people pleasing, don't give a fuck about you, I don't care of it's your mom , your dad, your bestfriend, your sister, your neighbours, your chef or literally even someone random on the streets.

Today I'm going to share about how big of a people pleaser I am and how fucked up it got to a point where i was constantly feeling sad and depressed but didn't know what to do.

1) The second person

Lets start this with the second party who you constantly people please, let me be very honest with you they don't respect you, they treat you like trash, and they will always do it. It will go on and on and on, until and unless you cut this person off, or just be cold to them. But the best option is to cut them off.

Now start realising they won't change for you, people only change when they truly want something or someone, ok! Start realising that.

They don't care bro they don't care, you think they love you? You think they care about you? Well honey you are mistaken, you are, abso- fucking-lutely mistaken!!!!! Because if they truly loved you they would not hurt you and by chance they are a human being a normal human being they might have made a mistake, then they would have made sure that it won't repeat again and again and again ok!!!

They would have never allowed you to people please them. These are the exact same people who are known as green flags by everyone , but this is going to confuse you because even though they are called green flags they are still the people who betrayed you and hurt you so much. They will continue this behaviour so just leaveeee.

2) How people pleasing made me validate my self through external sources.

I'm going to share one of my stories of how I became a people pleaser. So I was born in a household where my family would constantly compare themselves and me with other people, as well as my parents would constantly compare me to others which lead me into thinking that everyone is better than me and everyone deserves to be on the pedestal in my life except me. So now whenever I'd go somewhere out and meet other people i would always put them on top and me saying that “I always put them on top” included me thinking that they're better than me, they are the top, as well as thinking too much about what they'd think of me, their opinions, and always making sure they feel good even if it costs my happiness . And I used to have this naivety in me which i still do sometimes, where i used to think everyone has good intentions everyone is good, but it's not true and that's the bitter reality.

And because of a lot of people pleasing i became extremely competitive . And being competitive is not wrong but the problem is if you are in a place where you constantly have to feel better by being on the top or being in a competition with the world. Then it's draining , because this is a source of external validation and external validation is just a temporary fix.

I still struggle a lot with my competitive behaviours, but i have came to a point where I recognise myself and try to validate myself and remind myself I'm doing better than me and thats the only competition we have to be in.

Not only that much but people pleasing behaviours begin when you are constantly not validated enough by your loved ones, or when you experience inconsistent love or inconsistent validation from childhood, also when you have had people in your child hood who always made comments about you or criticised you a lot as a kid.

Because as a kid we deserve a lot of affection and compassionate behaviour, I'm not saying as a teen or an adult you don't deserve good behaviour. I'm just centralising childhood because its when our brains are developing a lot, we are developing our own personalities during our childhood, children are also very naive and innocent. Children have a lot of colour in their eyes and lots of love and innocence in their hearts, and kids are new to this world obviously so they have more of their own thoughts, they don't know what's good or bad, they don't know what's healthy or unhealthy. For them everything is good, healthy and everyone has pure intentions, that's how a child thinks. But when we start growing we start letting other people thoughts to blend with our thoughts and thats when we start differentiating everything.

So i believe kids deserve to have consistent love and validation form their loved ones.

But when a child doesn't receive that ,they end up being a people pleaser, because they're constantly trying to please their loved ones who never appreciated them consistently and the people pleasing continues as an adult or teenager.

3)You start loosing trust in yourself.

I'm going to tell you something so I used have certain cousins in my life which were like family members to me, and whenever they'd do something wrong I'd feel really hurt and I'd be like let me not talk to them, but then I'll go back to them again and laugh with them and make jokes. And one day i was treated so badly and I was betrayed so badly that I was like this is the worst thing someone could ever do to someone , and this year I decided to cut them off, and during the beginning i didn't trust my word enough because i would always get back to them in the past,then I realised now if I did this continuesly, then i wouldn't have any self respect anymore, because the betrayal was quite heavy. So like i said I didn't trust myself enough around them, this is what happens when you constantly let people use you, hurt you, or you constantly people please them and then go back to them because it feels comfortable. And now by god's grace i got my trust back in me, and i still have to see them almost every single day I don't talk to them and make any jokes and I'm very cold to them.

I don't like doing that but i don't have an option, I'm not a cold person. But everyone doesn't deserve to see my bubbly side especially the ones who betrayed me really badly.

I have also reached a point where I see even the tiniest times I'm being taken advantage of I take a step back, because when you have been a person who hit rock bottom because of people pleasing you won't even tolerate 1% of disrespect because you know how dangerous it could get and then it would take many years to leave that toxic relationship.

4) it's ok to not fit in and normalise being alone

Start realising when it's time to leave and take a step back. So like I said I have always been a very big people pleaser. I would let people hurt me so much to a point where it started affecting me mentally, physically, spiritually and emotionally. I used to have a lot of people in the past who made lot's and lots of comments about my body and my appearance, because of that i realised that I had certain symptoms of eating disorder.

And not only that much but I also remember i was always scared of being alone and i always tried to fit in, and because i never fitted in, i would subconsciously let people take advantage of me. And you know what it's not their fault it's my fault i allowed them to treat me this way.I would always be surrounded by people who literally bullied me and I always laughed with them when they made jokes about me, and would constantly let them do it, because i was scared of being alone, and them not liking me ,their jokes and comments got so bad to a point where I literally started thinking about myself that way too, and it started getting overwhelming and sometimes i would feel extremely depressed .

But i still allowed them to treat me that way because I didn't want them to think I get offended easily or i can't take any jokes, or cause a lot of drama (in hindi being jhagdalu).

And honestly guys jokes are supposed to make you laugh not depressed.

What do they know about you? Or who are they to tell you, you can't take jokes or get offended easily, because honestly if these people would have been through your past or whatever you went through and then someone would have had made jokes like this about them, they would snap easily and it won't be funny to them. But when its you its funny, its lighthearted. They haven't been through what you have been through so please don't let people tell you you can't take any jokes, what do they even know about you?

And by chance if you tell them “hey I don't really appreciate when you do this, or tell them i have been through something shitty and I don't like jokes related to that” and if they constantly make jokes about you then WALK AWAY!!!!

I'm literally so ok with being alone than being with someone who constantly makes me feel depressed. It doesn't feel lonely or sad or miserable it feels really peaceful. And also the reason i think i don't fit in sometimes is because I'm actually pretty much more mentally mature than most people of my age I'm not calling people immature but sometimes your mentality doesn't matches other person's mentality.

See guys if you don't like something or if you can't meet someone's defination of fun ,or defination of not getting offended ,or literally anything then you don't have to constantly try to change yourselves if it depresses you or overwhelmes you , just realise its ok you don't fit in , in their mentality or standards.

Just because you always trying to fit in also means that you are dimming yourself and you are not your authentic self because of this constant anxiety of not being liked. And at the end of the day we don't have to be liked by everyone because everyone doesn't matter.

5) start having boundaries.

You know what is the biggest problem with people pleaser's? They don't have any boundaries, they'd literally do anything for anyone even if it really hurts them or costs them their mental health.

What are boundaries? I was a person who really struggled a lot with boundaries and I used to get really confused with boundaries and triggers. To some of y'all it won't make sense. But I used to think maybe I'm triggered and I'd allow people to disrespect my boundaries. Now what truly a boundary is :

If someone asks you do something and if doing that is going to overwhelm you alot then you don't do it,because doing what you don't want to is people pleasing, or when someone makes a joke about you and again it makes you anxious or overwhelmes you , then you tell them to stop. Also for example you didn't like something someone did let them know that you didn't appreciate it first, because yes the opposite person can make mistakes too, however if that behaviour constantly continues than you should leave. Similarly I'm not saying don't help people I'm saying if you are constantly the one who's helping and never receiving any when you need it then you need to realise that you're been taken granted for . Similarly if talking to someone makes you anxious or overwhelms you then you don't have to do it.

I know I have talked a lot about boundaries in almost all my blogs, but I think people just don't understand how important it is to have boundaries so I'll continue talking about it.

Anyways I hope you guys liked this blog, I'm so grateful to share my experiences with y'all. Thankyou so much for reading, I love you guys so so much, byeee❤️❤️❤️.

[milarqui]

Scarlet Lady - Pixelator

Directory | Puppeteer

It was a new day in Paris, and for Mme. Bustier's class, it was a day that they hoped would be interesting: Internship Day.

“M. Bourgeois has kindly offered the Grand Paris for our Internship Day,” the teacher declared, smiling. “Each of you will try one of the many jobs within the luxury hotel!”

The mayor-slash-hotel owner pulled out a list and began to read.

“Lila and Mylène in the spa... Kim on the doors...” he said, assigning jobs to each student, “and Adrien and Chloé on the front desk.”

“Heehee!” Chloé giggled, and he felt absolute dread at the horror that was before him.

“Ah!”

Adrien Agreste wondered what the hell he had done to deserve having to deal with Chloé like this for a full day.

He turned to the only person he could hope would save him (he could have asked Marinette, but no way was he going to subject his Princess to this).

“Hey Alya, wanna trade?”

“Not on your life,” the would-be journalist said with a finger gun.

Ignoring the teen drama, the teacher turned to the mayor.

“Do you have a job for Alya and Marinette?” she asked, and the man checked the list again.

“I can't seem to find–”

“Here, Daddy!” Chloé interrupted, giving him another piece of paper.

“Thank you, ma chérie! Oh, Alya! You'll be sorting trash at the main dumpster.”

“WHAT?!”

Alya turned to him.

“Hey Adrien, wanna trade?”

It was petty, but if he was going to be in hell, at least he wouldn't be the only one.

“Not on your life,” he said with a finger gun.

“Everybody shut up and look at me.” someone interrupted from the main door, and everyone else turned to look at him.

Surrounded by bags, wearing a rocker jacket and skinny dark jeans, followed by his extremely competent assistant and pulling a leash that had a crocodile at the other end, stood Jagged Stone, one of the greatest names in modern rock and roll.

Unfortunately, some people were blind to current pop culture.

“Sir, this is a hotel, not a zoo!”

Such as M. Bourgeois.

“Daddy, that's Jagged Stone, remember?” Chloé said, acting embarrassed about her father's ignorance.

“Honey, I only remember the important people,” M. Bourgeois replied, making Chloé twitch.

“He's an internationally beloved rock star!”

----

Just a few meters away, Jagged Stone was having an equally important conversation with his manager.

“Penny, who is this idiot?”

“The mayor? Bob's friend? You judged a cooking show together?” Penny, the person he owed a good part of his success to, replied.

Nope, didn't ring a bell. But at least he knew why.

“Bob's friend? No wonder I erased him from my memory.”

While Penny gave an awkward smile, he approached the front desk and faced the man who seemed to be in charge.

“I need a room with a real tub for Fang!”

“We have all Mme. Fang needs! Even a top of the line fitness center,” the man said. He could hear Penny giggling right behind him, as he wondered how ignorant the man in front of him was.

“M. Bourgeois, Fang is his crocodile,” the blond kid standing behind the desk – hey, he did remember this one from the cooking show! - whispered, but not low enough to keep him from hearing it.

“Exactly!” This was the kind of thing he liked: people who knew what they spoke about!

“Ah! I – I see!” the man continued, now clearly awkward about his grave mistake. “M. Stone, could I offer your... er, Fang... a nice bubble bath?”

“Sir, reptiles absorb water through their skin, you can't use soaps!” the blond boy intervened again, and he decided a change was warranted.

“Can this kid check me in instead of you?!” he asked, pointing at him. “He seems more knowledgeable than you!”

Suddenly, Fang began to pull from his leash, and he turned to see who the crocodile had decided to jump –

“AH! NO! DOWN!”

He palmed his face.

“Oh Lord, not him.”

He could normally understand fans.

“M. Stone!”

But, this guy? He was impossible.

Why hadn't he requested a restraining order already?

“It's me, Vincent Asa! Your number 1 fan! Just one photo to show everyone we're super friends!”

“We ain't friends!” he shouted, but it seemed like this guy's ears were connected, 'cause it came into one ear and out of the other – which he was suddenly pressing against his face.

“Look at the camera!”

He could have punched him, but he waited for the better option.

“You've clearly forgotten who my actual number 1 fan is.”

“Huh?” the guy said, not realizing his doom was approaching from behind in the form of the tanned beauty that he, Jagged Stone, had been lucky to hire as his personal assistant.

“Heh.”

What was this called? Schadenfreude?

----

This was not the first time she had had to do this.

However, the fact that she had had to do the same thing multiple times meant that she was kinda angry with her current target.

She grabbed Vincent Asa by the neck of his shirt, dragged him away from her Jagged Stone and planted him in front of the door so she could plant a critical hit up his ass.

“How many times do we have to say it: No. PHOTOS!”

Asa went flying and landed on the curb, still shocked that his stalking had had a negative result, and turned around to look at her.

“Get lost! Next time I'm not returning the camera!”

She turned back inside, incensed. And when she turned to look at the gaping doorman, he remained silent.

Good.

----

He was a villain. He admitted it.

The man that had suddenly attracted one of his butterflies still made him feel like his hair was standing.

But, well, he worked with the tools he had, not the ones he wanted.

“Pixelator, I'm giving you the power to capture your idol's smile forever.”

“Then he'll be mine and mine alone!”

“Um, sure.” Seriously? “And people wonder why I kept my son home for so long.”

He really needed to find a way to vet his akumas.

----

Marinette was the only one in her class that had yet to be assigned a job, so she was now waiting patiently until M. Bourgeois decided what she was meant to do – when Jagged Stone's manager came downstairs after the singer settled in his room.

“M. Stone needs new shades for his gig tonight: blue, white, and red with two big Eiffel Towers on it,” Mlle. Rolling said.

The mayor patted her shoulders.

“Marinette, our 'chasseur', will find it for you!”

She blinked, and turned towards the man.

“Your what?”

M. Bourgeois ignored her and left for his office in the building.

“Go on now, 'chasseur'!”

“Your what?!”

Unfortunately, she didn't get an answer before she was left alone with the woman. She grinned awkwardly as Mlle. Rolling rose an eyebrow.

“... is everyone who works here a teenager?”

----

While running for the Eiffel Tower, she checked her phone and learned that a 'chasseur' was meant to be some combination of messenger and attendant.

In other words, a gofer.

Well, at least she wasn't dumpster diving with Alya – her friend had left grumbling fitting names for Chloé and not-so-fitting for Adrien.

Quickly looking around the souvenir shop, she was surprised at how bad-looking the glasses offered to tourists were. Granted, they were meant to be cheap-made stuff that could be sold for a tidy profit, but she knew M. Stone wouldn't want to wear any of them.

It looked like she would have to look elsewhere...

Oh! Don't I have those glasses I never use?

Rushing back home, she began to check in her room.

“Where did I put them...” she muttered.

“Why are we home, my Queen?” Pollen asked, curious.

“You saw those awful tourist glasses at the tower,” she explained, standing up on her chair. “We'll never find what M. Stone wants there. The only option...”

She raised her arm, old metal sunglasses in hand, as the sign of victory.

“Is to make them myself!”

“Ooo!”

Quickly, she gathered all the materials for her new project, which shouldn't take her long.

“Time to make some tacky glasses for a tacky man!”

“Yay, tacky!” Pollen agreed, and she started her work. The sooner she returned, the sooner she'd be able to do more.

Maybe she should check on her friends? Poor Adrien had been dealing with Chloé for a couple of hours now without a filter, which was something she would only wish on three people in the world – and Chloé was one of them.

----

“Rock on, these are perfect!” M. Stone declared as soon as he saw the glasses.

“Thank you, Marinette,” Mlle. Rolling said, as M. Stone tried the glasses.

“Hey, can I get thirty more of these for my VIPs?” the musician asked.

“Oh, actually, uh...” Marinete replied, scratching the back of her head, “I made those.”

Both adults looked at her in silent shock, and Marinette wasn't sure what to –

“WHAAAAAAT?!”

“MADE THEM YOURSELF?!”

“AH!”

Seriously, could they just not give her a heart attack?

----

When Adrien got the alert on his phone, he quickly checked and saw a photograph of a smiling Marinette and Jagged Stone – the latter wearing a set of glasses decorated with the Eiffel Tower.

“Oh, awesome! Marinette got the shades!” he said, smiling. Knowing her, she had done a lot of work to get (or make) those sunglasses.

“Seriously?!” Chloé promptly affixed herself to his side, even after all the attempts to make her back off. “I didn't give her that job so she could shmooze up to my rich guests!”

“Why did you give her that job?” Adrien asked. Given where Alya was sent, he was certain Marinette hadn't been given the job out of the goodness of her heart.

“To get her out of the hotel, of course!” Chloé replied, hugging her arm too close. “So she can't ruin our alone time.”

What was with Chloé and her invasion of his personal space?

When she tried to kiss him, he thought that he should have set some rules ahead. But now it was too late.

“We're just doing our jobs, Chloé!” he said, struggling to keep his face away from hers. “Or at least I am!”

Way he stood, it made that background ZAP! stay there, ignored.

Fortunately, he was able to free himself from her vicious grip just as someone entered, wearing a garish and a huge camera-like lens over his left eye.

“Oh, look what the cat dragged in,” Chloé commented.

“Uhh...” he muttered, knowing that this was most definitely not good.

“I got this!”

And, with her usual lack of self-awareness, Chloé went to confront the newcomer.

“Excuse me! This hotel is for high celebrity status only, like moi!”

The Akuma turned to Chloé.

“Oh, but I am Pixelator, your biggest fan.”

“Oh!”

Adrien wondered what his oldest friend was given to make her this unaware of the obvious.

“May I take your photo, Mlle...?”

“Chloé, of course.”

And she was posing.

“NO!” he shouted and tried to tackle her out of the way. “Chloé, that's obviously an Aku–!”

Pixelator zapped them.

“AHH!”

And when he came back, he discovered he was no longer at the hotel lobby.

“This isn't so bad,” Chloé said, snuggling against him.

No, this was probably the closest to hell on earth.

And only one person could save him now.

Marigold, please, hurry.

----

While Jagged Stone kept checking his new sunglasses, Penny led her to the room's door.

“Sorry we took a lot of your time,” Penny apologized, smiling. “Good luck with your internship!”

“Thank you!”

Walking away, Pollen waited until the door was closed before coming out of Marinette's bag.

“M. Stone is certainly enthusiastic,” Marinette commented, amazed at her success.

“Effort pays off!” Pollen replied as she heard someone knocking on a door behind them.

“Who are–”

“Look at the camera.”

Marinette saw a flash of blue light wash over the corridor, and turned around to see someone wearing a garish outfit entering Jagged Stone's room.

“AHAHAHA!” the man – it had to be an Akuma – laughed.

Marinette didn't voice what was going through her mind.

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU–

Time to transform!

----

Before he could ask what the hell that flash had been, a guy wearing the most un-rock-and-roll clothes he'd ever seen, with a camera over his eye.

“Hello, Jagged. Time for your photoshoot!”

“Wha–?!” Wasn't this that stalker guy? “How'd you get in here?! Fang, get'em!”

Unfortunately, Fang misinterpreted his command and began to roll all over his bed, which felt awkward.

The stalker aimed his camera at Fang.

“See you later, alligator,” he said, and with a ZAP of blue light, Fang disappeared.

“Fang, no!”

“He's a crocodile, you fake fan!” a girl – Marigold! – yelled, walking into the room, her top already swinging around as she prepared to attack.

“'Fake'?!”

He really didn't like to be called out.

Before Marigold could attack, though, the stalker guy sent another zap and hit Marigold – in the hand. Fortunately, she managed to dodge most of the attack. Unfortunately, that had left her good hand useless.

“Ahhh!” the heroine yelled, before turning for the stalker guy.

“AHHHHHH!” she continued yelling as she kicked the cart with his luggage into the stalker.

“OOF!”

“AHHHHHH!” she kept yelling on as she grabbed him and they swung out of the room via the terrace.

“AHHHHHH!” she yelled again as she attempted to do all of that without one of her hands.

“Ahhh?” he said in solidarity. Well, first time he met a hero from this close up.

----

Alright, she had lost her hand, no sign of Chat Noir, the Akuma could make people disappear with the camera over his eye and had it for Jagged Stone. There were few places she could be assured to take him that would not have him in public and seen.

She knew one that was certain to be empty enough for her purposes.

“Is this really the safest place for M. Stone?” M. Damocles asked as she explained what Jagged Stone was doing in Collège Françoise Dupont.

“Lame,” Jagged muttered, looking around.

“It's the lamest place I could think of to hid him,” she said.

“Hmm?” M. Damocles mumbled, somewhat angry.

She went over what she had said, and realized what was wrong.

“Uh, I mean! Uhhh, I'm gonna go check this guy's place, stay safe!”

She quickly jumped out of the window and began to move toward the center. She had to make a check on the Internet for Vincent Asa's address and investigate the place. Hopefully, she would find a clue that would lead her to success.

----

The intervention of Marigold had been a bit of an irritant, but given that there was no sign of Scarlet Lady nor Chat Noir, he felt it was little more than a speedbump in his quest: sooner or later, both heroes would appear, and his current Akuma would be able to do his job.

“Pixelator, you'll have to draw out those bugs from hiding,” he pointed out, and he felt his Akuma smirk.

“Let the photoshoot begin.”

He felt like someone was judging him for indulging this stalker's creepy behavior.

Who cared? The moment he made his Wish, everything he had done would no longer matter.

----

The moment she arrived to Asa's house, one thing was obvious: this guy was a total stalker.

“Wow, I hate this!”

An entire two walls full of photos of Jagged Stone in different positions and places.

Alright, she wasn't exactly innocent – she had her corkboard with Chat Noir photos – but at least she and Chat Noir were friends!

But as she looked around, she realized that there was a set of photos that not only wasn't of Jagged Stone – they were actually moving!

“Whoa, what is this?!”

“Help!”

“Marigold!”

These had to be people that the Akuma had zapped! She could see Kim and the doorman there, Fang in that other photograph, Adrien and Chloé...

Adrien!

“How did you get there?!” she asked, shocked.

“Marigold!” Adrien said in a begging tone. Going by his face, he was feeling like he was in hell. Which he was.

“Ah, it's Bugface!” Chloé said.

“Bugface?”

Chloé really needed to work on her insults.

“Help,” Adrien begged, but Chloé drowned him out.

“Listen up, sidekick. I am Chloé Bourgeois, daughter of the Mayor and Paris' Darling, and I demand –”

Sorry, Adrien, I'll compensate you for this later, I swear!

She turned away and found two other schoolmates in another photo.

“Hey, you two, how'd you end up here?”

“She ignored me?!”

If only I could do that everywhere else!

She tuned Chloé out and turned to Théo and Mireille, who were also sharing a photograph.

“We were just walking down the Champs-Élysées!” Mireille explained.

“And some weirdo took our photo and now we're here!” Théo added.

She looked at them, unimpressed.

“What were you doing on the Champs-Élysées on a school day?”

“Oh, uhhh...” the lovebirds replied, unsure of what to say.

----

Nadja Chamack was doing it again.

Some people thought she had too much of a journalist instinct and too little of a survival instinct.

“Sir? Care for an interview with a reporter who spreads the villain's voice?”

“Aw sweet!” the Akuma said. “Your biggest fan is waiting, Jagged! Hurry or Paris will be just a faded memory!”

Seeing this on TV, Jagged had a thought.

“I must go!” he declared, much to the shock of M. Damocles.

“You can't! It's too dangerous!”

“Exactly, my ratings will be amazing! Jagged Stone heroically sacrifices himself for Paris!”

M. Damocles was not impressed.

----

As Pixelator continued boasting of what he might do, it was time for the heroes to intervene.

Or, rather... heroine.

“Hey, itchy trigger finger!” the Bee Heroine declared, ready for a fight.

“Marigold!”

The intervention caused everyone watching to cheer.

“Yay, Marigold!”

“Marigold's here!”

“Hey Marigold, where's Scarlet Lady?”

Until someone chose to throw water into the fire.

“Yeah, Scarlet Lady!”

“Scarlet Lady!”

“Get Scarlet Lady!”

“It's a mystery to me as well,” Marigold growled.

Still, it was a surprise that Chat Noir hadn't arrived yet. She could take on this guy, but without Chat, she wouldn't have a way to destroy the akumatized object. But, given what this guy was doing...

“Look, I know you want to find Jagged Stone. But there's no need to photograph everyone in Paris for that,” she said, and Pixelator looked at her intently.

“I'm listening.”

Alright, this was working. Now, to get what she needed.

“I'll strike you a deal: free the people you've captured and I'll take you to Jagged Stone.”

“Hmm... half now, half later.”

“Deal!”

Chat Noir probably got hit as a civilian, Marigold thought: it was the only reason she could come up for him not being here yet. Hopefully this will free him.

----

Nino huffed as he read his maths book. He was meant to be working on the dance room, fixing stuff. But then the latest Akuma had showed up, got Adrien caught (along with Chloé) and left him having to replace both of them at the front desk.

FLASH

“What the he–!” he shouted, turning to see Adrien (and Chloé) standing in the middle of the lobby as if nothing had happened.

“Nino, cover me!” Adrien said, taking off.

“Me too~!” Chloé sang, leaving him alone.

“Oh, so, the thing I've been doing?”

Seriously, what was up with them?

----

Whatever Marigold had done, it had freed him and Chloé from the Akuma, and had given him the time needed to get away and transform.

And as he reached his partner and his villain-of-the-week, Chat Noir saw she was still distracting him, as he silently prowled behind the Akuma.

“I held my end of the deal, now bring Jagged Stone!”

“I bet the Akuma's in your visor, isn't it?” Marigold replied, grinning as he got closer.

“Stop stalling!”

Just a little bit clo –

“Hurry up and grab the Akuma, Alley Cat!”

And, of course, the millstone had to open her mouth.

“Chat Noir?!” the Akuma yelled as he turned around.

“Dammit Scar.”

----

And now Chat had to fight this guy, because Scarlet couldn't keep her fat mouth shut for five extra seconds.

“Why haven't you used Venom already?!”

“I am not tossing around a paralyzing stun with my non-dominate hand!”

“Ugh, Lucky Charm.”

The ladybugs flew out of the yo-yo, and the result...

“A compact?!” Scarlet cheered. “Finally something useful!”

“Useful for you or useful for this situation?” she asked, ticked off – but then Pixelator caught Chat Noir, who disappeared.

“Ah, Chat Noir!”

“Idiot!” Scarlet said (even though she was partially at fault for this).

“Hey, Pixelator! I heard you wanted a photo?”

Marigold turned to look at the new voice.

“Ah! Jagged Stone!”

“Idiot!” Scarlet said in the same tone as before.

Pixelator turned to look at the rockstar... who promptly began to distract him by moving around.

“Wait, maybe this– no, the lighting sucks here! Ugh, no–”

Yeah, he's picking a pose.

“Pick a pose, please!” Pixelator angrily yelled, and Marigold saw the opening. If the compact mirror could reflect Pixelator's flash back at him...

“Scarlet Lady, use the Chat Noir method!” she shouted, shocking Scarlet out of her musings.

“Huh?! Oh, uh, hngh!” Scarlet mumbled, tossing the compact at the Akuma.

Who triggered his eye camera just as the object flew in front of his face.

“Huh–!”

A flash later, the camera landed on the ground with a CLACK!, having trapped the Akuma in wherever he had sent his other victims.

“Hey! I think your aim is getting better!” Marigold said, cheerful.

“I was aiming for his head,” Scarlet admitted.

----

Finally, the day was over, and the students had gathered at one of the rooms, with Mme. Bustier, Mlle. Rolling, and M. Bourgeois.

“To thank those who were most invested in their internship day,” the Mayor said, “Jagged Stone has donated tickets to his concert tonight!”

Mlle. Rolling stepped up to Alya and Marinette, who got handed two tickets.

“You two had very difficult jobs, excellent work,” she said.

“Yay!”

“Thank you!”

He could see Chloé keeping her hand stretched out.

“And one for you, Nino, you go Nino!”

“Aw, sweet!” his best friend said as he looked to the ticket up close.

“And none for Chloé Bourgeois,” Mlle. Rolling finished, giving him the last ticket.

“WHAT?!”

Alright, that was a bit mean. Granted, Chloé hadn't done anything during the day's work, but... well, he hadn't done a lot, either – mostly because of Pixelator.

“I feel bad, I missed out on half the day! Did I get this because I know about reptiles?” he pondered out lout, before turning to his friends. “Maybe one of you would–”

“Forget it, centerfold,” Kim interrupted him.

“Yeah, most of us already have plans anyway,” Alix fired with a smirk.

“And we've had our tickets for months!” Mylène added, surrounded by the others in Kitty Section.

“Oh!”

“Adrichou~”

He put his face on Chloé's face.

Chloé may be his friend, but he'd be damned if he missed on going to a Jagged Stone concert with Marinette and their friends!

“Then I guess I'll see you there!”

----

“BONSOIR, PARIS!” Jagged Stone yelled, much to the cheers of everyone in the large stadium. It was so hot that everyone was sweating, but totally worth it.

“This is my first concert!” Adrien cheered, turning to look at Marinette (and Luka) who were to his left.

“Really?” Luka asked.

“Isn't this amazing, guys?!”

“Yeah... amazing,” he replied.

He also heard Luka saying the same thing.

He glared at him.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Luka smiled at him.

I'm still in the running, Agreste.

----

Being in her first concert was amazing.

That it was a Jagged Stone concert was double amazing.

That he was wearing the glasses she had hand-crafted?

Super-amazing.

And then Jagged Stone sat behind the piano.

“I'd like to dedicate this song to the girl who saved my life...”

And the screen behind him shone with the image of her hero self.

“This is for you, Marigold!”

“WOW!!”

Her favorite singer was dedicating a song to her! Well, her hero self, but still!

“Why are you excited?”

She realized too late that her best friend was there.

“Um...” she mumbled, trying to come up with an excuse. “I'm just... happy she's getting recognition? Hehehe.”

----

Guitar Villain

@zoe-oneesama Here's to our favorite heroine, who kicks ass, takes names - and gushes over her favorite singer!

[bh-writingdump]

C@ve Sl@ve

Cards

[1st Draft]

Board games were a massacre as a kid. Every game weighted with prizes. your oldest brother was the best. Easily mopping the board between your father and younger siblings. Unlike when you won, your father’s speeches were filled with critique that you soaked up like a sponge. Oddly enough, they never extended to your eldest. The prime example of greatness and perfection.

Unlike card games, they were banned. You’re not entirely sure why. you’d asked but all you got were terse answers of cheaters and “beneath us.” As if we couldn’t look up where our father came from.

Though it did provide a degree of freedom. Not meaning until attached to the cards meant no expectations. Whether you were trash or the next card master, it didn’t matter without a scoreboard, it felt euphoric.

Before your father pulled you from public school, one of your teachers began math part of the day with a deck of cards, declaring you’d play Kings in the Corner.

Unlike most of school that was boring and dull, every card had a magic to them. you eagerly snatched up a deck. Regularly, making an utter fool of yourself mixing up the order of the cards. Other classmates having to correct you time and time again that Queen came after Jack and King after Queen. It felt as if the whole world opened up to you. People you had no clue how to talk to you’d ask to play cards with. In short order, you’d acquired a small gaggle of players.

One was a talker but most of us kept to ourselves, enjoying just being around others without the pressure of talking.

That is, until a teacher found us playing in class. Reported it. My cards taken.

After that talking to by your father, you played by yourself. The teacher who lent you the cards watched you draw duplicate cards so to have a copy they couldn’t take. You found a fresh unopened deck in your cubby each time you drew cards in class. Usually happening right after your father confiscating your new pack.

By the time you got older, you got better at hiding them. When you found that secret pocket, recognizing the shape, you told yourself it was a pack of cigarettes. No way its anything else.

Then again, you open the pocket to find an old deck. One of those casino ones with the hole punch in the center. You glance around, cursing the damn habit. Nobody’s going to take them. worst that could happen is the wolf drools all oer them.

You thumb through the cards. Some of the corners are bent. Edges tinted golden brown with age, possessing a distinct sweet musk separate form the jacket. How it originally smells when you took it, faintly of honey and cigarettes. For a terrifying moment, you wonder if after everything you can’t remember how to play. for a second, you forgot the zip code of your old address and another time you could’ve sworn you heard Crest whispering in your ear like a ghost – too far from the water to be possible.

And yet, the moment you set down the first cards for a game of Kings in the Corner you found your hand moving of its own accord. Each consecutive game you played, you felt more and more like yourself. So absorbed in the game, you missed the orange streak flying overhead but you did hear the growl behind you. You leap up, collecting all the cards in a blink of an eye. You very nearly tumble down the hill if not for the wolf dragging you back by the coat.

Though, the moment their eyes land on the cards, you freeze. The wolf’s eyes had swollen to the size of saucers. They only did that for deer. You move toward the exit. a moment turning your back you see the wolf shift, like a shadow, morphing into something else. Lankier, its arms stretching out to wrap around your card hand.

You kick with renewed fervor you never knew you had. Biting and gnashing and screaming until a cough interrupts your thoughts just long enough to realize the wolf’s legs were thinning, shorter, a hand clutched y our wrist with digits rather than clawed paws.

A canine-faced bipedal meets your gaze, unblinkingly. They drag you to the floor, putting the hand with the cards down. Visions of poker, crazy 8s, bullshit, garbage, cribbage, a billion other games you didn’t recognize but had vague recollections of.

By the time you opened your real eyes, you felt a giddy kick. You.. you know?”

The wolf inclines their head but says nothing else. Confirmation? Or just that they heard? Who knows.

“Wait, how did you--?”

More flashes of board games. You chuckle. Guess the wolf wants to keep some secrets up their sleeve, you dismiss the question, setting up Kings in the Corner.

A warm up round would be good.

It felt weird dealing for two. you had to concentrate harder. Usually, you played 3 hands if you lacked an opponent. Two felt unnatural. Unlucky. Yet somehow, a warmth blooms in your chest as you attempt to shove down the smile.

Hours flew by as you two played back and forth. It was tough to play games like poker but black jack had a moment and garbage a lovely time. Though, on crazy-8s, you got to see the wolf monster’s brow furrow which you needed to see again. It was hilarious. Bone shouldn’t do that, most certainly not canine, yet it did.

By the time the sun went down and the wind picked up, the cards disappeared. So did Mx Wolf as you called them. The emotion brute years their ugly head, blinking down at the absent space where the cards once were. they didn’t move from that space for an entire hour. So long that you wondered if the beast was broken. That nice feeling quickly diminished.

One card wouldn’t hurt. You pulled out a Joker. To your surprise, the wolf back straightened, sockets popped out of and back into place. The tall hadn’t gone but it swayed in a subdued fashion.

You swallow. It’d been so long since you spoke to anyone with an expression face, it felt strange speaking expecting someone to actually understand you.

“Do you remember me?”

Mx Wolf cocks their head to the side, regarding you curiously. They sit criss cross, unbothered by nakedness but does place a blanket in their lap, a place you’d been avoiding like the plague. They squint. Then their eye lights swell for a moment. A brief vision of them watching you play. Your brows grim with determination but despite your best efforts, there’s a slight upturn to your lip, showing off your dimpled smile.

“But when you’re a wolf—”

Al of a sudden, their hands come up to cover your mouth. Not restingly so but the sort of panic you’d scoop up your cards.

More flashes. Ard game after card game.

Though the night was growing long, you were far past thinking. “War.” You yawn. Splitting the deck, maybe they’d be more chatty with a card in their hand. As you predicted, their posture relaxed into an overexaggerate slouch that couldn’t be comfortable.

Letting them keep the card, you said, “so you don’t remember me. Before..” you tap the cards.

There’s the slightest hint of hesitation before they pick up the card, like it’s taking all their concentration. They shrug.

Huh, that’s interesting.

“you cursed or something?” They keep playing mechanically like they were ignoring you. “I’d rather you out than Mx I’ll Like Your Balls. Gie me something to work with.”

For the briefest moment, you see a flash of Sans. Back before you bludgeoned him, looking on a cracked mirror, flexing less scars even when you knew him.

Your heart races like a horse out of the track. “What does he have to do with it? He’s.. he’s gone.”

Mx wolf places cards faster. Dealing the cards so fast that you barely can keep up with what he’s throwing down. A part of you frantically wants to keep up. Like your terrified but it’s not yours.

The card slips form your hands, spilling on the cool sone floor. “Why are you scared of a dead man?”

Mx Wolf starts gathering up cards. Like you were playing on the playground again. Only tentatively connected though a lone of gaming but not cut that thought off. It’s idiotic to get butt hurt over this. If what Wolf is saying, you’ve just met.

But that didn’t mean you’d let them get away.

You grab ahold of their hand. “last man who ignored me got bludgeoned to death, I suggest you—”

For the briefest moment, you see a rock being thrown at your face by human hand. You leap back tumbling, staring wide at the wolf again.

Growling, like legit growling.

Like they might eat you.

.

.

.

[CS: Card] pg7 -->

[hotch-stufff]

Hi! I hope this is an okay request. I’m really struggling with PCOS and infertility, even the possibility of having to get a hysterectomy for health reasons and I’ve been looking for some fluffy/comfort fics with Hotch or Morgan. I haven’t had any kids and I really want them and it’s just all been pretty stressful. It’s like my choice is being taken away. If this isn’t something you can do, that’s totally fine. Just thought I’d ask.

One Little Line

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

A/n: I'm so sorry that you are going through all of that. No woman deserves to go through this. I hope everything works out for you <3

Just a warning, some major angst in this one.

Blurb Weekend!!

One little line.

Another week, another test, another negative

Another day you had to tell Aaron he wouldn't be a father.

Another day you went without being a mother. 

Another, heartbreaking moment as you looked at the stick. Why couldn't you just have a baby? Why was the universe doing this to you?

Your thoughts are interrupted by the front door opening and shutting.

"Sweetheart, are you home?" Aaron's voice rang out across the house as you quickly hid the test in the trash and wiped your tears, splashing water in your face. You cleared your throat and walked out of the bathroom.

"In here honey!" You yelled out and listened as your husband and step son walked back to the room.

"Mama!" Jack scrambled across the floor and flew into your arms.

"Hey buddy, how was school?" You asked, a smile finding its way onto your face for the first time that day. Jack may have believed it to be real, but Aaron could tell it was strained.

He knew you would have taken another test today. And he could already tell the outcome. His heart broke just a little more as he watched you play with his- your son. He was as much yours as he was his.

He knew how badly you wanted a baby though. He knew how hard it was knowing the little chance of getting pregnant that you had.

Aaron was so lost in thought that he didn't notice that Jack had left the room or that you had sat beside him in the bed.

"It was negative again wasn't it?" He asked, his voice soft, not wanting to rattle you.

You whimpered, tears beginning to run down your face. You couldn't hold back anymore. Weeks and weeks of treatments and always the same outcome.

Just one little line.

You cried and cried as your husband held you, tears falling down his face. 

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." You sobbed. Aaron leant back and looked down at you. He let out a sob as he began to speak. You had never seen him cry, not like this.

"Sweetheart, no, this is not your fault. This will never be your fault." He brought his hands to your face and brought you closer as more tears slipped down your cheeks.

"Yes it is! I cant give you a baby. Its all my fault." You were becoming hysterical and Aaron was quick to bring you into his arms, holding you tight to ground you. 

"I don't need a baby to be happy with you honey. You and Jack are all I need. All I will ever need." He whispered into your hair as he ran his fingers through it soothingly. 

"I love you Aaron." You speak, your voice hoarse from crying. 

"I love you too. No matter what happens in our future. I love you." He presses a kiss to your forehead and brings you back into his arms.

"Mama? Daddy?"a little voice breaks through the silence and you pull away from Aaron gently.

"Yes baby?" You asked.

"Can… Can I snuggle too?" He asked shyly. You smiled despite the heartache you felt.

"Of course baby, come here." And he ran to join you on the bed, snuggling up between you and Aaron.

It would be okay, you told yourself. As long as you had Aaron and Jack, it would be okay.

------------

Thanks for reading <3

[stormcrow513]

Hagging Out July 2022: Bees

@graveyarddirt

So I had planned on doing some bee research and opening this with some cool bee facts, but seeing as how I spent the month with my brain boiling I didn't get it done,

So I'll start this with one I'm sure we've all heard by now; when the bee keeper dies someone must inform the hive,

Mama and I have been trying to turn our blighted land (the backyard of this house was fucked by the previous people) into a plant haven, for butterflys and bees as well, since we moved here slowly introducing pollinators into the mix, (last year we added milk weed which we got cheap since they were dying we got three two made it and they're doing good!)

We've been doing fucking incredible,

This summer though has been a bad one we weren't able to get the wild flower seeds we got to go, and everything with flowers have struggled to produce and keep them,

We have a what was labeled a butterfly bush that has these purple flowers, typically it flowers most the summer, this year it flowered for a few days and hasn't produced anymore, its a bush that's been very popular to both the butterflies and bees,

(Butterfly bush in the middle of the two tall grass)

One time I was trying to get some seeds from the long grass we have next to it, and a bee came out buzzed into my face till I backed away then left when I headed back toward the grass it came back into my face till I backed off again, I got its very polite message to fuck off and indeed fucked off, (after doing it one more time cause it was kinda funny and I'm an asshole)

So moving on to my love: beeswax, I for a long time didn't realize that candles made me sick, then I realized that the scents made me sick, then I went sentless and as I slowly started to identify irritants in my environment and remove them I realized that the typically used to paraffin was also fucking me up (and the environment as I read into it) so what's a witch to do when she needs some candles?

enter the knowledge that beeswax isn't just something used by my sisters to coat their ropes (cowgirls) or in The Odyssey in which its used to log their ears due to sirens

(God that was in the original and not just the Hercules: The Animated Seires episode right,(I watched that sooo much as a kid my brain sometimes mixes shit up)

My life was changed in the discovery of beeswax I saw the light hallelujah amen, beeswax is so fucking versatile I'm still haven't gotten through most of the list, do with it were cheaper,

But since it isn't (I'm also not one for waste) I've had to learn how to recycle my wax (not curse candle though that shit goes into the trash)

First we gather up the candle remnants:

Then we cut off the blacked bits, carefully (we've defiantly never almost gave ourselves that boob reduction we want)

Then we get em all melty (mama bought me this thing its bitching and much easier then what I was doing before, she said she saw it on sale and jumped the last one, and was like I had to have it for you, considering I made my fist candles with five secs after I got it, you could say she knows me well)

Tada!

Beeswax has changed my practice a bit (I don't do colors candles much anymore makes shit more 'spensive) but its also making it better, I've also realized recently that I have a problem with wood varnish, guess whose gonna start learning to beeswax her wood (*Snickers* that wasn't on purpose but its staying!)

I do still buy some made candles I haven't quite gotten it all done so

Now to my experiments in the kitchen:

I've been meaning for a while to try my hand at honey cakes (another thing I'd never heard of) I've been doing offerings for Hekates Deinphon for three years now and after I'd heard of honey cakes as an offering I've been meaning to make some, so this #haggingout finally got me in the kitchen at night, while it was rainy and cool, thank Zesus for well timed rain or this post'd be over,

It was definitely food but *shrugs* not my best, first we were out of eyes and we don't do eggs much (ick, also I maybe allergic) so I figured why not try flax seed eggs I'd heard that was a thing and we have some that I'd forgotten so I tut that put and look it up, oh the flax is supposed to be powdered, well I have none powdered and a spiny bladey thing, powder? No, ok what if I put it I water whole? And then let that dog in the fridge? Success!?

Eyeballs the honey so I don't have to figure out how to get honey out of a measure cup, spoiler was not enough,

Opps salt,

I think this needs butter,

This is a ball,

Water?

Yes!

Will it cook?

It did and it wasn't bad it was edible jut to much flax and salt not enough honey, still next night I took it out to Hekate in the corner (crossroads) of my property, and that's that I'll have to give it another spin, might see if I can buy some honey cake so I know how the Fuck its supposed to taste,

Last I just got my first wood burner so I decided to devote my first ever wood burning project to our new friends, its tasking sometime only just got some done this week since it was cooler its heating back up so I want to show at least what I got done since it might bee (ha! Your lucky I restrained myself from doing that every sentence) awhile til I can finish,

Gonna do the whole heart edge blacked with drips off like there's honey dripping down,

*clasps hands* so I guess that's all folks, have bee-utiful day lovelies,

-Stormcrow

(I seem to have a habit of using we when talking about myself, and we when talking about me and mama sorry if that's confusing to anyone)

(Will have to add tag later tumblrs fucking my tags again)

[softomi]

I bet my wife is scarier than yours.

Kuroo Testuro

He was always lectured by you to take off his wedding ring when he went to the bathroom, but he was never worried about his ring. It would pass over his head as he washed his hands, urging to himself that the next time he’d do it. But today, his face fallen and pale; it didn’t help that you were already currently angry with him for forgetting to move the wet clothes from the washer to the drier; and now he watched in horror as his wedding ring slipped off his finger and into the drain.

“What are you doing?” Your hands on your hips when you see his hand stuffed into the sink.

Kuroo laughs, “Just thought I’d fix the drain.”

You eyed him before moving your way to the laundry room. Kuroo whips out his phone, emergency texting his friends who gave zero decent input into his situation. He fears that he may have to spend another week sleeping on the couch; or worse, kicked out of his home until he can replace his ring.

But he wasn’t going to let that happen, even if it meant they have to hire a plumber later to fix what he breaks, then so be it; as long as you never find out.

“You lost your ring didn’t you.” Out from under the kitchen sink, Kuroo watches your facial features frown, arms cross, and a deep irritated sigh.

“I swear honey, I’ll get it back. It’s in the stupid drain. Just don’t be mad.” When Kuroo finally manages to unscrew the bottom, he feels triumphant. He shakes the ends a bit and out falls two rings. Kuroo curiously picks up the band that was clearly not his, staring at it until he realizes, it was your ring, “What the? You lost your ring!” Kuroo is using his shirt to clean the diamond, “This cost a fortune and you let it fall through the drain!”

Your hand collides with his head, your lips twitching, “Were you not digging in the drain for yours too?”

Iwaizumi Hajime

Many thought that there was nothing that could scare the man. He was immune to bugs, horror films, even when his friends try to surprise him; it never really works. Nothing scares him; or so they thought. It was one thing for him to bring his kids to work, sure, he’s done it hundreds of times on days when he knew it was going to be slow; but you specifically told him to keep the children off the court. Has he ever listened; no because in his mind, what could go wrong, apparently everything.

“Now what are we going to tell mommy?” Iwaizumi has stopped the car now, parked right in front of their home, he turns to his two children. His beautiful six year old daughter and his two year old son.

The little girl has remnants of ice cream still on her face, “I fell!”

He should have known better than to trust a six year old, the moment she walked through the doors and saw her caring, beautiful, loving mother; she began to bawl uncontrollably. Incoherent crying mixed with child snot, Iwaizumi was praying that you couldn’t understand her and would ultimately just make her stop crying.

“What!” You stood to your feet, “You let her go out onto the court! You know how dangerous that can be with all the guys spiking volleyballs all over the place.” You step forward but he’s using his two year old son as a shield, “Hajime!”

“She was just playing with Atsumu and then she fell!” Your eyes narrow on the male and he concedes immediately, “Okay so Atsumu set the ball, Bokuto spiked it, it landed right in front of her and might of hit her face for a second.” You let out a large gasp, “But I checked! She doesn’t have any major injuries! Right?” Iwaizumi attempts to pat his daughter on the head but she sinks behind her mother’s legs; the ultimate betrayal.

“Hajime.” You take a step forward but he uses his son as a shield again, “Hajime!” The male side steps you, practically skipping to the bedroom with his son, “Don’t even think that you’re sleeping in our bed tonight!”

Bokuto Koutarou  

Bless his soul, somehow you’ve thought it would be the most fantastic idea to leave him alone with his one and a half year old daughter. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been alone with her before, but this would officially be the first time that you actually spend a full twenty-four hours away from the house, the baby, and your husband. You had left him a list of instructions on how to feed her, different house chores needing to be done, and even a detailed timetable of your daughter’s day.

“Oh no, please don’t cry. If you cry, then daddy’s going to cry.” Bokuto sits on the living room floor, his daughter sat right in front of him with the worst cry on her face.

It’s two hours until you said you’d be back and Bokuto is just realizing now that he hasn’t done anything you asked. He thought that if he put his daughter to sleep just an hour earlier, perhaps he’d have enough time to finish the chores; what he discovers is that his daughter wouldn’t sleep, instead she continued to bawl in the bed and even when it neared her nap time; Bokuto made the mistake of letting her have a sugary treat, obviously she wouldn’t sleep.

“I’m home?” Your words are drawn out when you step into the living room, your daughter and husband on the floor just on the verge of tears, the living room a mess with toys all over the floor, the laundry sprawled out onto the couch, and for some reason there’s paint on the floors and walls, “Koutarou!”

You pick up your daughter who crawled to your foot, her crying slows down when she’s in your arms and Bokuto sheepishly looks to you, “Welcome home honey!”

“Do you want to explain?” Your hand gestures to the entire house that is a mess, “I gave you a very detailed list Kou!”

He stands, arms encasing you into a hug, “I’m so sorry!” He’s peppering away your angered expression with kisses and you can’t help but to smile. His hands are leading you to the bedroom, “I’ll clean everything up, just rest!”

He wasn’t able to clean everything up, when you emerged from the bedroom with your daughter napping, you saw that somehow the mess got bigger. Your hands on your hips, a scowl on your lips, when he tries to skip to you with puckered lips, you throw a pillow to his face. Maybe he’d be better off sleeping at Akaashi’s place.

Kita Shinsuke

It hadn’t been long since the both of you tied the knot let alone since finding out you were expecting his first child, so there were many changes in his routine. He’s persistent though, if he could do it one day then the next day he could do it too. Ever since you’ve entered the stage of pregnancy where you want to eat everything and anything, Kita finds himself at the grocery store more often than he would routinely like to.

“Yes dear.” Kita listens to you ramble a list of things you would like from the store, he was absolutely tired and wasn’t writing anything down. You had been in a bad mood all day due to your sore lower back and anything Kita has tried hasn’t worked.

“Are you listening? Honey, I really want watermelon, that’s what I want the most. I don’t want the prepackaged ones, I want an entire watermelon.”

He insists he was listening but when faced with the two different type of watermelon, all Kita can remember is you saying prepackaged. So the frown you have on your face when he pulls out a little clear container of watermelon, his memory rushes back to recall that you specifically asked for a fresh watermelon.

“I’ll go back to the store.” He gulps.

“No.” Your words are sharp, the smile on your face sends a chill down his spine, “It’s okay, maybe our son will be happy that his father has given him poor watermelon instead of listening to his loving wife who asked for a fresh watermelon. Shinsuke! You said you were listening!”

He was dejected to sitting outside, pulling at the random grass as he looked over his rice field. He turns when he hears footsteps, you were pouting while looking down at him. If there was anything that he was glad about with your mood swings, it was that your anger left as quickly as it came. He stands, a hand supporting your back to lead you back to the house.

“Why don’t we go to the store together? I’ll buy you everything you want.”

Oikawa Tooru

It was no secret that the two of you were angry with each other, the restaurant was awfully cheery compared to the silent treatment that you were giving Oikawa and the one that he was giving right back at you. So you two settled on just not talking to each other; but the more you stayed silent, the more Oikawa felt uneasy. Because now you were reaching an entirely new type of mad, one where you looked calm and collected but deep down in your eyes, he was screwed.

“I’m sorry.” He finally spits out in the middle of the meal.

“For what?” You inquire, sipping the soup from your spoon slowly without looking at him.

He lowers his head, “I’m sorry I decided to go hang out with the guys instead of coming home to you, my lovely and adorable wife who I adore and love.” He tries sending you a sweet smile, hoping that his sugarcoated words would bring you back to smile for him.

“Not good enough.” Your words stab him in the back. You set the spoon down, opting to finally look at him before lifting your hand. You place a finger down, “I told you to come home early tonight so we could clean the house.” Another finger down, “You lied to me saying you had to practice longer.” Another finger, “You go over to Iwaizumi’s place because he just got the PS5 and you just had to play.” Another, “You forgot to take out the trash this morning which I told you to do before you left.” One more finger, “If you want to play with Iwaizumi so much then go sleep at his place.”

His heart is wounded, still, he tries to be sweet and caring, “You shouldn’t be so stressed honey, it won’t be good for the baby.”

Your glare causes him to retract in his seat, “Oh! So when it’s convenient for you, you’ll use the baby.”

“No that’s not what I meant.”

You begin to spew more words that dagger into his heart, he’s finally concluded that he can’t do anything to cease your anger at him and as he trudges behind you into the shared home, he can already feel the loneliness of the spare bedroom he’ll be sleeping in tonight. As he turns to head straight for the room, you groan.

“Where do you think you’re going?” You stand at the doorframe of the main bedroom. Your voice suddenly changes, “Sleep with me.”

[inkmonster21]

Showtime

Kensy Bixby, popular, attractive, talented. The youngest child of two Broadway stars, she could have it all. She could have anyone she wanted. What on earth is she doing with a guy like Judd Birch?

Judd Birch x OC

Big Mouth

Do I know why I’m writing about a cartoon hottie? No. I do not. Please enjoy!

~0o0~

Kensy POV:

I sit on the cold tile ground of the hallway, running over my lines. Leah stomps through the halls at a fast pace from the theater. "Kensy! We need you! They're running the number!" I get up and stretch out, Connie appearing next to me stretching as well, "we got this, baby. Just like we rehearsed! Loud and proud!" She rubs my shoulders as I walk into the large theater of the school.

The music director smiles as I step onto the stage, "and our star! Running Voulez-Vous, from the top! Sound, on my count! And a five, six, seven, eight..."

The coronagraph starts at the exact time the middle schoolers in the theater audience have the time of their lives as we run the number over and over again.

~

Third Person POV:

Nick, Andrew, and Jay sit in the audience watching the rehearsal of the production, Mama Mia, the high school was performing this year. "How the hell did she get so fine? I swear she's been sexy since birth. Sexy baby." Jay says as he stares down Kensy. Nick follows her movements with his eyes, "dude, I know! Leah said they're friends." Jay's mouth falls, "you know what that means? You can get her in private, honk on those horns, ya know what I mean?" Andrew nods his head, Maury propped up in his velvet seat watching the sea of high school students dance. "Look at her spinning around, Andrew! She's the perfect ballerina. Just imagine her in those tights." Andrew smiles, his mind wandering.

~

Kensy POV:

I back up into the fake rock wall, as Ashton presses up against me, singing his verse. I lean as far away from him as I can when he dips his head down. I escape under his arm, singing, "don't go wasting your emotions, lay all your love on me!"

"Stop! Stop!" The director calls waving his hand high. Ashton stands tall, chest buffed out in such an obvious way it makes his look uneven. He's let this role go to his damn head.

"Ashton, work on your pitch. I need you down here... but you're a little up here... drop the balls, boy." Ashton scratches his neck, nodding as he takes his criticism.

I cross my arms waiting for Mr. Director to criticize me, "and Kensy," he takes a pregnant pause, "I need to see the want." I jerk my head back in confusion, "I'm sorry?"

Connie stops on stage, her hoofs echoing, she screams down at the director, "what the fuck? Look at your lead! She's holding the whole show! What more do you want you high-demanding bitch?"

"He has to be your Sky! You're Sophie, you're getting married, you're in love, you're so obsessed with him! But, honey, I just don't see it..."

Connie rolls her eyes, "he looks like a melted Ken doll, damnit!"

I look back to Ashton, he's sat on the ground doing sit-ups, he looks back to me sending a wink, I cover my mouth in disgust. Connie stumbles over, puking into a trash can. I gather my attitude, facing the director. I'm seriously about to do this...

"That's right! Tell him to fuck off! We'll be on Broadway one day, baby! Then they'll see!"

I smile before saying, "next rehearsal you'll see the change, sir, I promise." Wow... Connie falls at my feet, "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!" The director claps his hands, "fantastic! I'll see you all on Wednesday! Dismissed!"

I grab my bag feeling the frustration build in my bones. "Why the hell did you do that? We'll have to have god-level acting to finish this job!" I take my jazz shoes off tossing them in my bag before looking up at Connie, "because mom wanted to see me play Sophie! Plus, Dad said he would come opening night if I was playing the lead." Connie rolls her eyes, she sits next to me. "Aw baby, I'm sorry. I know it's important, but we got to think about ourselves once in a while. You don't always have to prove things to them. I'm tired of waking up at 4 I'm the damn morning." I laugh tossing my head back, "sure! You try being the kid of two Broadway professionals! They've had me on the way to stardom since conception. I have to do all I can."

Leah waltzes over, positioning her flower back into her hair, "hey, Kensy! You were so good today! I don't even know what the director is talking about." I smile, thankful for the support of my friend. "It is what it is. I'll just have to ask my mom for some pointers." Leah gushes over the mention of my mother, "ugh she is so talented! I wish she would come to teach us for one rehearsal!"

"Oh yeah, that'd be great." I internally roll my eyes, biting my tongue. I'd rather light myself on fire than have my mother come to hover over a rehearsal. Getting ridiculed at my school and home? No thanks. I'll just take one.

"Do you want to come over? I'm having trouble with the third section of Honey, Honey. Would you come over and run it with me? It won't be rehearsal the entire time, I know you're tired. We could watch a movie or something afterward."

Connie smirks leaning on my shoulder, "you'd be home late, no time for mommy or daddy to demand more sweat, blood, and tears."

I smile at Leah, nodding, "I'd love to come over! Let me text my mom." Leah jumps with excitement.

Kensy: Hello, Mother. I'm going to Leah Birch's house to run more numbers for the play. I will be home late.

Mother: Fantastic! That's almost 7 hours of rehearsal today. I could take up to 14 hours at your age. Practice your pitch, I know you like to wave your voice. Soften it. Don't forget to send me your dietary sheet for today.

And there it is. The forever shadow I can never step out of. I shove my phone into my bag following Leah into the audience.

She stands with a group of boys, middle school at most. "Kensy, this is my brother, Nick, and his friends, Andrew, and Jay. They're staying over." I wave at the kids, "Hey, dudes. You like the show?" They all chattered up loudly at once. "It was great!" "You're amazing!" "Marry me!"

I stare at them blankly, before directing my gaze to Leah. "So... who's riding upfront with me?" I jingle my keys, all three boys jump out of their seats racing to me. Jay falls on his face at my feet, "Me! I made it first, fuckwads!"

Leah and I gasp out laughing at their behavior. Connie slaps her knee, "little pee-pees will murder for you, my love!"

[lovely-angst]

number ‘x’ fan

a/n: um, this was a good idea in theory until i started writing it and then suddenly i wanted to trash this fic lol

genre: angst to fluff

pairing: hawks x reader

summary: a trip to Hawks’ agency gone wrong when a crazed fan runs their car into a pregnant you and your two young sons

word count: 5k

05.05.21

-

If there was something the nation of Japan adored more than Pro Hero Hawks himself, it was his wife and the little family he had with her. His family was something he always talked about when given any opportunity.

To think it had already been five years since Hawks introduced you to the world still baffles you.

When he had come up to you that one day, bringing up the dreaded question of finally bringing you and the kids into the public and media for all of the world to see—you were very nervous, to say the least.

You knew how terrible the media could be with all of the gossip and drama. You weren’t sure if you could handle all of the attraction so suddenly. But your husband Hawks was always so reassuring and in the most nonpressuring way possible.

“If you’re not ready, that’s totally okay! I just thought it would be more beneficial for us if the whole world knew who you guys are,” he said gently as he brought his gloved hand towards your cheek with the softest smile. “I just want the world to finally know about my beautiful family. I don’t want to keep you guys a secret anymore.”

You couldn’t help but melt into his hand, bringing your own to rub those cute little avian features on his eyes gently. “I know, you sweet bird,” you coo, watching how his lips curve up the slightest. “I just don’t know how this could benefit us.”

“Honey, the world is going to love you. They’re going to love our boys. From the pro heroes to the supportive fans I have, we have, they’ll want to protect you too. Trust me.”

Staring up into those comforting golden eyes, you took a deep breath before nodding. Of course, you’ll trust him.

And soon, the fated day of your “debut” was finally here. In your arms, you held your sweet one year old boy, Yuto, while your three year old, Kazuto, clung onto Hawks’ legs adorably.

Though you were very nervous with all of the photographers and news outlets all around you when you turned to glance over at Hawks and saw that proud and genuine smile on his face, all of your fears washed away.

Thinking back on the memory, you let out a content sigh as a smile grew on your face. Thankfully, those last five years flew by quite smoothly with the occasional rough bumps with his angry fan club, nothing that worried you terribly.

And while life was going great for you and your growing family with Hawks, it was going terrible for a self-proclaimed number one Hawks fan.

Clutching the newspaper tightly, their eyes reread the words on the front page for the hundredth time.

‘Pro Hero Hawks shows his seven-month pregnant wife some PDA!’ with a photo caught by the paparazzi showing the two of you sharing a kiss while holding hands.

The violent grip she held on the paper caused rips before letting out an angry scream, tearing the thin material into thousands of pieces letting it pool around her like snowflakes.

Hearing Hawks’ voice coming through the television, she finally snapped out of her thoughts and tuned in focus again, turning to face the television behind her. Her eyebrow irked in irritation as she watched how he wrapped a hand around her waist lovingly and securely.

“I don’t know what I would do without her,” Hawks beams to the reporter who had asked about you, “I mean, have you seen her? She’s the prettiest lady I have ever laid my eyes on and the most amazing wife and mother to our kids!”

“People say she is blessed to be married to me, but I can say for sure I am extremely blessed to be married to her”

Roughly turning the television off, the fan stormed into her bedroom before slamming the door shut behind her, causing the walls to shake. “How could you do this to me!” she screamed as she ran up to tear at the photos of Hawks she had glued on the walls of her bedroom, causing the covered walls to become bare again. “I thought you loved me! I showed you unconditional love! I’m your biggest fan! Everything was going great until that—that wench showed up!”

Boxes and figurines were tossed around, swung off shelves, quickly turning the room into a mess of Hawks merchandise.

It wasn’t until she finally looked over at her makeshift Hawks shrine that she let out a sigh, a smile growing on her lips. “Hawks, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it,” she cooed, walking up to the Hawks shrine before kneeling down in front of it. Reaching over to brush her finger gently over the photo of the two of them—a photo she managed to obtain at a VIP fan meet.

Pressing onto the photo where Hawks stood, she continued to stare at it lovingly, “I know you love me, Hawks. I’ll make sure that it will be just us again.”

-

“Yuto, Kazuto, hurry up and get dressed so we can visit papa at work,” you say from in the kitchen as you finished preparing lunch for the four of you—five, if you include the baby growing in your belly.

“I can’t find the Endeavor doll papa gave me!” Yuto cries, running into the kitchen with tears. Turning around, you offer the boy a gentle smile before brushing your hand through his soft blonde hair.

“Yuto, we can bring the Endeavor doll another time, okay? What if he gets lost today in papa’s big work building? That would be very sad, wouldn’t it?” You prompt and Yuto looks down before giving you a nod.

“We can find him together when we get back, okay? Right now, papa is waiting for us to come see him and he’s going to show you all of the cool stuff he does! We can wear our Hawks jacket instead to match papa. Doesn’t that sound fun?” Hearing your words, the bright red wings on his back fluff up and flutter in joy before he runs back to his room in joy. “Okay, mama!”

Placing the fried chicken into each container neatly, you covered the lids on them and placed them in the bag nicely before Kazuto walks in and takes the bag, hauling it over his shoulder. “I got it, mom.”

“Oh, honey, it might be heavy,” you try, but Kazuto shakes his head, “Don’t worry, plus your belly might make you tired, so I’ll carry this for you.”

Quick little platters rang in the air before Yuto popped back into the kitchen beside his older brother, “I’m ready, mama!”

You couldn’t help but smile at how cute they were, looking so handsome, just like their dad.

“Okay boys, put your shoes on and let’s head out the door to papa’s agency.”

And it was such a beautiful day for a walk. The sun was out with little to no clouds and there was just the right amount of breeze that helped keep the three of you cool during these summer days.

Even though Hawks’ agency was just a 20-minute walk, he kept insisting on calling you a cab so you wouldn’t have to walk so far with the boys while pregnant. Of course, you declined, saying how it would be healthy for you and the baby to get fresh air and to walk around—to which he finally and hesitantly agreed on before adding a “call me when you get here.”

It was a normal occurrence getting greeted by Hawks fans on your outings like today. Most of them along the lines of, “(Name)-san! You look great today!” or “Love to see you and the boys healthy!” and not to mention, “I love you guys!”

It was sweet seeing supportive fans that your hard-working husband has.

“Ah, look! There is papa’s agency!” you say, pointing to the large and tall building, watching how your sons’ eyes lit up in awe. “Wow!” Yuto exclaims, turning over to you while fluttering his wings. “Papa works there?” 

“Yep! Let’s go and give him a surprise!” 

Walking over to the crosswalk just in front of the agency, you held Yuto’s hand in yours as the three of you waited for the signal to change to allow you to cross the road. “The roads are empty today, but we still need to watch for cars,” you point out to your boys as they began to look both ways. 

Everyone was busy at work, so no one was on the roads besides some parked cars. The crosswalk signal changed and played a tune while you and the boys began to cross the street towards Hawks’ agency to meet up with your dear husband. 

The sound of squealing tires from beside you had caught your attention and once you turned your head, it was already too late to dodge the oncoming vehicle speeding towards you and the boys. 

Gasping, you tried your best to push your boys out of the way as much as you could, but it wasn’t enough. 

The corner of the car was still able to hit Yuto and Kazuto, sending them crashing a few feet away from you. 

Unfortunately for you, the vehicle slammed head onto you. Rolling onto the hood, your head crashed into the windshield, smashing it and rolling off. A small pool of blood forming underneath your head as the car sped off. 

Your head rang as your vision slowed significantly. Turning your head, you see your boys on the ground more than an arms length away from you as they struggled to get up. 

Placing a shaky hand on your belly, you just hoped and prayed your baby was safe from the impact, but it wasn’t looking too good for you, you noted. 

It was surprising to you all the thoughts and information were able to process through your head after such an event. 

A crowd quickly formed around you and the boys as the voices began fading into the background as your conscious state was beginning to fade.

“My boys...” you say weakly to the stranger, eyes fluttering shut as your attempts to stay awake failed. “Ma’am! Keep your eyes open! Someone call for help!” 

“Get H-Hawks,” you tried once more before you succumbed to the drowsiness. Suddenly, it clicked in someone’s mind. “That’s Hawks’ wife and kids! His agency is just down the road! Someone get him!”

Kazuto slowly sat up from the rough fall, looking down at himself to spot any injuries. Spreading his wings, they seemed to be in mint condition, although his hip throbbed and his leg was slightly bruising from the impact. It wasn’t until he heard Yuto sobbing that he turned to check on his younger brother.

Yuto was beside him, face scrunched up, shaking and sobbing as his eyes met those of his brothers. “I think my wing is broken,” Yuto informed, turning to give his older brother a glance of his droopy wing. 

And before Kazuto could turn to check on you, a stranger stepped in his view, blocking him from the gruesome scene where his mother lay. “Hey there, friends, it looks like you both got a little bit hurt. The ambulance is on it’s way to take you and your mom to the hospital, so don’t worry. I’ll sit here with you guys and keep you safe, okay?” 

The two boys could only nod.

-

Hawks spun around in his swivel chair eagerly as he waited for his wife and kids to arrive. Sighing, he took out his phone for the hundredth time in the last ten minutes, glancing at the last text message you sent. 

From: wifey <3

‘Be there in five minutes! see you soon papa bird! <3’ 

But it had already been half an hour since your text. He knew that sometimes the boys took a little bit longer to get out of the house, but this was a bit off. Maybe he was just being a little impatient.

Suddenly a knock came at the door and he immediately got up to answer it, wings fluttering with excitement. But when he opened the door to find his assistant looking all frazzled, he raised a brow. “What’s up?” 

“Hawks, your family,” they stammered, out of breath from running around the large building. “They’ve been in a bad accident in front of the agency. A car-”

Before they could even finish, Hawks had spun around and jumped through a large open window from his office before flying down towards where they had mentioned. 

His eyes darted around quickly before catching sight of a large crowd. Sending his feathers down, his heart froze when he recognized you and his boys down there.

From the height he was at, he could already tell it wasn’t looking good. He could spot his boys’ wings from here, thankfully, shooting down towards them. 

He just wanted to see his wife and kids and they end up getting hit by some low life?

Hawks landed quickly at the scene before rushing over towards his boys, who immediately noticed their father’s large wings. “Dad!” 

Falling onto his knees, his hands roamed around their smaller bodies, checking for injuries before bringing them both in for a hug, relieved to see them alive and breathing. “Are you two okay?” Where does it hurt?” 

“My body hurts a bit and Yuto’s wing might be broken,” Kazuto informed before Hawks immediately checked Yuto’s wing before he let out a sigh, “Just a sprain. Don’t worry, birdie.” he replies, pressing a kiss to his youngest’s head. 

“Stay here, I’m going to go check on mom. These nice people will help you two, okay? I’m here now, don’t worry.” Hawks said firmly to the boys, giving them one last embrace before the stranger before stepped back in to stay with the boys as Hawks ran over to find you. 

Once his eyes spotted you, he felt like his heart had stopped and died there and then. 

To put it plainly, you looked dead—blood soaked clothes, unconscious and limp on the ground as the paramedics prepared the stretcher for you.

“(Name)!” Hawks called out, running to your body only to be stopped by a paramedic. “I’m sorry Hawks, but it’s best if you leave the rest to us.” 

“W-where is she going?” Hawks asked as he watched them gently place your injured body onto the stretcher, following beside them and peeking at you the best he could. “We’re going to transport her to the nearest hospital. We have to check and make sure we don’t lose the baby. We don’t have time for any more questions,” and with that, they carefully lifted you into the ambulance and drove off, leaving him there with a million unanswered questions. 

He wished he could be by your side, but right now, his boys needed him.

It didn’t take Hawks long to arrive at the hospital with Yuto and Kazuto. Reaching the emergency desk, Hawks immediately asked for you before receiving an answer that stopped his already shaking heart.

“There has been complications with her pregnancy, so they have to conduct an emergency C-section to try and save the baby,” they inform, Hawks’ blood turning ice cold.

“C-Section? But she’s only seven months along! The baby isn’t ready!” He cried, wings even more frazzled than before. “I understand your concern. That is why we will do our best to make sure the baby is as healthy as possible.”

Hawks could only stare in shock before turning to his two young boys, who looked up at him worried.

“Is mama going to be okay?” Yuto asked, his wing still drooping behind him. Hawks offered a small but weak smile, “the doctors are doing their best to make mama feel better. While they help mama, we need to get you two checked to make sure you’re doing okay,” Hawks continued, lifting Yuto into his arms.

“How’s it going, Kazuto? Does your leg hurt too much?” Kazuto shakes his head, “It hurts, but I can still walk slowly.” Hawks nods before reaching over to push his son’s hair back as the three walk to get the boys checked on.

-

“Hawks?” hear a soft female voice, Hawks quickly turned to see Fuyumi walking towards them with a small smile. Hawks quickly stands to greet the friendly face, “Thank you for coming on such short notice, Fuyumi.”

“Don’t worry about it, dad seemed worried when he told me about your situation. Anything to help a friend, right?” she says and Hawks couldn’t help but give her a relieved smile. 

“Well, these are my boys. Kazuto is my oldest and Yuto is youngest. Well, with our new baby, Miyako will be the youngest,” Hawks explains as the two boys stand beside him, looking up at Fuyumi.

“Hi,” she starts, bending down towards their level, “My name is Fuyumi, I’m going to take care of you while your mama is getting better, okay?” 

Yuto clings onto Hawks’ legs, “I don’t want to go.”

“You know, my dad is the number one hero, Endeavor. He’s kind of scary, but I’m sure he’ll teach you a thing or two about being a hero.” That caught the boys’ attention, their wings raising up. 

“Your papa is the number one hero? My papa is the number two,” Yuto says and Fuyumi smiles at him. “That’s cool, huh? Your papa and my papa must be great friends.” Yuto couldn’t help but give her a cheeky smile, scrunching up his nose. 

“Well, let’s say goodbye to your papa and let’s go to my house and we can eat, okay?” Gently taking their hands, Fuyumi brought them over to her side before the two boys wave goodbye to Hawks. 

“Take care of mama, okay?” Yuto says as Hawks gives him a wink and a thumbs up. “I’ll tell her about how cool you two were being such big boys and not even crying.” 

Hawks stepped closer towards Fuyumi, cupping his hand around his mouth, “Yuto’s wing has a sprain, so make sure he doesn’t use it and doesn’t sleep on it if he can help it. Kazuto’s left hip and leg is in bad shape and is pretty bruised, so please keep some ice on it.” 

Pulling away, Fuyumi gives him a determined nod. “Thanks, see you in a few days.” and with that, she left the hospital with Yuto and Kazuto in hand. 

Letting out a sigh, Hawks carried on over towards the waiting area while he waited for your operation to finish. It had been only an hour since he had gotten here, but it felt like forever while he waited for some sort of news. 

After some time, he finally received news, great news. 

His daughter Miyako had been born via c-section and had no underlying health issues. Unfortunately, because she was born premature, she would need to be monitored at the hospital until she was strong enough without the help of the equipment to finally go home. 

That was fine by Hawks, of course, anything to help his baby girl. 

Walking down the quiet halls of the hospital room, Hawks nervously made his way into the NICU, where his baby girl, Miyako, would be staying for some time. 

“I’m here to see Miyako, I’m the dad,” he states before a nurse leads him over to her quiet room filled with the background noises of the equipment keeping her alive and healthy. 

Gently walking over, Hawks peeked over where the little girl was being incubated, his heart swelling at the sight of his third child and first girl. 

“Can I touch her?” Hawks asked the nurse behind him gently and nervously, seeing that she was tiny and barely over five pounds. “Of course, just wash your hands with soap.”

Doing just that, he made sure to take his time with cleaning his hands and forearms before drying them and making his way back to Miyako. 

Sticking his arms into the small openings, Hawks brushed the back of his fingers across her small yet still chubby cheeks. A smile blossomed onto his lips when she stretched out from his touch and that’s when he finally noticed the little wings perched on her back.

“You have wings, baby girl,” Hawks commented as his fingers ran across her fuzzy grey wings. “That makes three of us, huh?” 

He spent whatever time he could with her talking about himself, her brothers and her amazing mother before the nurse politely told him to leave so that Miyako could rest some more.

With all the terrible things that had happened, Miyako finally arriving was a good that broke the hardship. 

Before he could visit your room, he was stopped in the halls by a detective who flashed him his badge, “we found the culprit behind this attack.” Hawks frowned at the detective, “Let’s go to a more private setting,” he replied as the two made their way into a private room. 

“What did you find?” Hawks questioned, mirroring the detective who pulled out a chair to sit in. “An obsessed fan of yours,” he simply stated, tossing out a photo towards the winged man, “found this in the vehicle she was driving when she hit your wife and kids,” I assume you recognize the girl?” 

Staring at the photo in his hand, Hawks let out a groan as he slumped back on his chair, “I should’ve never suggested bringing (Name) and the kids out into the public,” Hawks sighed.

“This would have never happened.”

-

“Keigo?” 

“What is it, sweetheart?” he hums, fixing the vase full of your favorite flowers before walking over to you and sitting in the chair that sat beside your hospital bed. 

“How are the boys doing?” you asked, rubbing your thumb on the back of his hand gently when he slipped his hand into yours. 

It had been a day since you woke up, but three days since you had been admitted to the hospital, Hawks being one of the only people you had seen, including the doctors and your bedside nurses. 

“Well, they miss you that’s for sure,” he smiles and you offer one back. “Are they injured? I wasn’t able to check up on them before I—well, you know,” you try, but Hawks shifts your thoughts away when he leans over to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Yuto just has a sprained wing and Kazuto’s a little bruised, but they’re being cared at, at the number one’s house,” your eyes widened, “Endeavor’s?” 

“Well, technically, Fuyumi is watching over them,” Hawks continues and you relax once again with a smile, “Fuyumi has always been good with kids. They must be having a good time with her.” 

“And Miyako? How is she?”

“She’s cute and small and has these cute grey fuzzy wings on her back,” Hawks says with a small giggle, “her nurse says she’s doing just fine and should be able to go home in a few weeks. They still want her to cook a bit in the incubator.” 

You smile at him before closing your eyes and resting back on your pillow with a relieved sigh, “I’m glad that they’re all okay. I miss them so much.”

Hawks brings a hand to your cheek and you open your eyes to look up at him, nuzzling into his warm and large palm, “What’s wrong, honey?” 

“I just feel like this is all my fault,” he starts, bringing his hand back as his gaze drops down to his lap, “I should’ve never asked to bring you and the boys out into the public. It was selfish of me, you guys would’ve been safer and this would’ve never happened.” 

“Keigo, it’s not your fault,” you say, placing a hand on his cheek, but your movement was restricted due to the IV needle in your arm. Hawks brings your hand down to your lap, opting to hold it in his larger ones instead. 

“We didn’t know this would’ve happened, plus it was just a crazy fan! Instead of you being mad, I should be mad because someone thinks they love you more than how much I love you!” you exclaim and Hawks couldn’t help the small smile on his lips. 

“Trust in yourself,” motioning him closer, you pressing a kiss onto his lips before a teasing smile formed on your lips “I love you more than you can ever imagine, you dumb bird.” 

And Hawks tucked your words into his heart and decided to trust himself on his next bizarre idea—visiting that crazy fan of his in prison.

Sitting in the cool, metal chair, Hawks waited patiently in front of the barrier for the guards to bring out his so called, number one fan—the person who tried to take out his whole family. 

It wasn’t until she came into view and noticed him that her eyes seemed to light up in shock and joy. Throwing herself on the chair, she grabbed the phone as fast as she could, bringing it up to her ear. Hawks doing the same.

“H-Hawks? It’s really you! You came! You really came to see me!” she cried, and Hawks did not give her a spec of emotion. 

“I’m only here to tell you a few things,” he started and she nodded excitedly. “You are a fan of mine and I adore and cherish my fans,” Hawks states, her cheeks turning rosy at his words. “I would expect you to do something as simple as respect me as a person, as a pro hero, and to respect my family—my wife and my kids.”

“I only did what I did because I love you!” she shot back and Hawks glared her down with his sharp eyes, “and because of that, I’m disappointing that you even have the nerve to call yourself my fan. I’ve blacklisted you from attending any of my fan meets or events.”

Her eyes widened before she began to shake her head in disbelief, “No, no, no...You don’t mean that! Hawks no!”

“But I doubt you’d be leaving prison anytime soon for attempted murder on three cases,” He shoots back, her sobs and wails audible through the thick barrier between them.

“But I love you!” she cries desperately, “don’t do this!”

Hanging up the phone, Hawks turned around as the wails from the unfortunate girl filled the air behind him, leaving him feeling lighter than ever.

And it seemed as if things continued to get better from thereon. 

You sat in your hospital bed excited yet nervously as the nurse carefully transported Miyako into your arms for the first time. As the infant shifted around in discomfort, you gently cooed at her, Miyako recognizing your voice. 

“Miyako, it’s mama. I’m sorry it took us so long to finally meet,” you say with a large smile as she turned to face you—her poofy and fuzzy wings resting over your arms warmly.

Hawks watched in adoration of the sight of his two favorite girls finally together in each other’s arms. Miyako no longer needed any medical assistance and you, finally bandaged and needle free. 

“Miyako’s been doing perfectly fine without any of the medical equipment and should be able to go home in the next few days,” your nurse says and your head shoots over towards Hawks’ excitedly. 

“Honey, honey,” you chirp, “We can finally go home in a few days!”

Hawks couldn’t help the chuckle and smile that formed on his lips, especially from how excited you were. You had been in this hospital for nearly a month now and eager to see your boys and to finally be home. 

Leaning over, Hawks pressed a warm kiss onto your lips before running his finger over Miyako’s plump cheeks. 

“I can’t wait to have you home and in my arms again.” 

And did that day finally come. 

You and Hawks made your way around the hospital with Miyako sound asleep in a stroller, thanking all the doctors and nurses for their help. 

And to your surprise, Kazuto, Yuto and Fuyumi were at the main doors waiting for the three of you. 

“Mama!” they cried before taking off towards you. Yuto wrapped his small arms around your legs as Kazuto, who was just a bit taller, wrapped his arms around your waist gently, pressing his face into your side. 

“My boys, I missed you both so much,” you cried, pressing kisses all over their faces, seeing them light up with joy after being separated for so long. 

“Would you like to see your little sister?” You ask with a curious smile, watching them suddenly turn timid, but slowly, they made their way to the stroller and found a little baby girl sleeping comfortably.

“She’s so small,” Kazuto notes, glancing back up at you with his proud big brother smile. “Hi, Miyako. You’re so cute,” Yuto giggles, watching her stir.

You couldn’t help but lean into Hawks at the sight. Everything was right. Even when you finally had the energy to check your phone, you were surprised to see how all the support from friends, family, and fans alike.

“The agency called and said we have like a million gifts from the fans to pick up. A lot of them are ‘get well’ gifts for you and the boys and some are baby gifts for Miya,” Hawks states with a smile and you tilt your head at him teasingly. 

“Miya? You already gave her a nickname?” you tease and he couldn’t help but look away with a blush which made you laugh. “Well, Miya is going to have the best papa bird and brother birds in the world.” 

But the feeling of being at home, away from the world and just with your family topped everything else. 

You were in Hawks’ arms, resting comfortably and watching as your two young boys watched Miyako in awe, commenting about how cute she was or how cute her small grey wings were every minute. 

“Keigo, I’m so happy,” you state, leaning into his body more as you let out a content sigh. “Thank you for everything,” glancing up, his gold eyes were already on you before the two of you connected with a kiss.

“I should be saying that to you, dove. You’ve given me a whole family to love.”

And for all the bad that had happened, being able to rest in the love of your life’s arms with your newly expanded family, seemed to wash all of that away.

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If I Fell For You (Part 15) - Trouble In Paradise

Summary: The reader is enjoying settling into her newfound children’s book career and shares how important the bracelet she gave Jensen is to her. A rainy day allows the reader to enjoy her shift into motherhood despite all of the bumps that go with it. But not everything is smooth sailing for the happy couple...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Word Count: 5,600ish

Warnings: language, angst, mention of past abuse, nightmares, major angst

A/N: Uh oh. Big uh oh. Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

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Two Weeks Later

“Honey bun,” sang Jensen as he stepped into your home office you’d set up in the small reading room in the house. “Must you work today?”

“I do occasionally have to work on that drawing thing,” you said. He pouted and laid out on the daybed, picking up a copy of the third book. “Give me another hour to finish with these pages.”

“Can I hang out and watch you draw?” he asked.

“Knock your socks off,” you said. You picked up your stylus again and went back to your pad, Jensen sitting up and watching from the other side of the room. “You can sit closer if you want.”

He got up and pulled over a chair, crossing his legs in it.

“I basically draw using my stylus and this pad and it shows up on my laptop screen,” you said.

“We could get you a better screen, like your own separate work computer. I know your stories are picking up a lot of steam.”

“I’m okay for now. All I need to do is finish illustrating this book and my five book deal is done and ready for print,” you said.

“Can I make a request?”

“I would love to put in a giraffe for Zepp but the story takes place in the woods,” you said.

“Baby giraffe? Maybe just in the background?” he asked.

You backed out of your current page and went to the last two where the foxes and wolves were playing with their friends. You tapped on a tree and erased it, sketching out a loose shape.

“Look up a giraffe for me?” you asked. He tapped away on his phone and pulled up a picture. “Thanks.”

You drew a picture of a rough giraffe, softening it some before adding colors.

“You’re really good at that,” he said.

“The characters are easy. Backgrounds can get boring,” you said. You went back to your original set of pages and worked quietly, Jensen watching carefully. “Yes?”

“Just wanna spend time with you is all,” he said, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Okay, baby,” you said. You worked for another hour, Jensen asking the occasional question but mostly staying silent and close by. After you sent off the pages for review you turned to him, Jensen offering a soft smile in return. “All set with work for the day.”

“Awesome,” he said.

“Where’s the munchkins?”

“A movie,” he said. You ran your fingers through his hair and he leaned into it. “Tell me a secret.”

“A secret? I don’t think I have too many of those left from you,” you said. He opened his eyes and looked at you through his lashes. “What?”

“You said you got this on vacation,” he said, holding up his wrist, the bracelet you’d put on him two weeks ago still there. “When we were down there, I was talking to Ray and he kinda implied it wasn’t just a souvenir.”

“I was upset that day when he bought it for me. It meant I was safe was all,” you said.

“How long after did your mom…”

“A few months. She went on bed rest after that trip.”

“Y/N, I know when you’re holding back, honey. I would never judge or tell anyone anything. You know that.”

“You got hurt because you lost someone and you got hurt and it sucks right? But it’s kinda like something happened and then you heal from it right?”

“Yeah…” he said. “What don’t I know?”

“You know how anxious you were to get in the car and drive down to the beach?” you asked as he nodded. “You’ve never been afraid of a person, Jensen. It’s like that feeling...but everyday and you’re expected to live your life normally when you constantly have that over your head.”

He was quiet, glancing past you as the room grew darker from some passing clouds outside.

“Canada wasn’t the first time you saw your father since you were adopted, was it,” he said.

“You wouldn’t believe what a good lawyer and shitty laws will do for a piece of shit like that,” you said.

“You were a kid.”

“With zero physical evidence. Everything was circumstantial. So he got out and he came to apologize or some bullshit and Ray decked him.”

“The more I learn about Ray, the more I like him.”

“My mom kicked him in the nuts.”

“I really like that woman,” he said. You smiled and he moved his chair closer, pulling you into his lap. “I don’t mean to make you talk about your dad. I was curious was all.”

He went to take off the bracelet when you put a hand over it.

“I don’t want to remind you of something bad, sweetheart.”

“Like I said, I was upset. Very upset and in public and I went down to the beach to try to hide away. Ray bought that for me and told me I was safe when he put it on me. All it means to me is that you’re safe.”

“What about you? What do you have?” he asked quietly. You cocked your head and moved your hand to rest over his chest. “Alright, sort of a dumb question.”

“Not dumb,” you said, trailing your fingers down his chest.

“Guess you’ll just have to stay as close as humanly possible.”

“I don’t have a problem with that,” you said.

“Do you have a restraining order against your father?”

“No but that’s only because Ray managed to get him kicked out of the country. He found some loophole law. He was born in the Yukon so technically he’s not American and he got him kicked back.”

“Scratch that. Ray is my new favorite person,” he said. “If only we could send him someplace we’ll never visit like...a deserted island. Or Hell.”

“I appreciate the thought but I’m not scared of him anymore,” you said. “I am however afraid our plans of lunch at the brewery are going to get rained out.”

“We can enjoy ourselves right here. I’ve never heard a complaint yet about my grilling.”

“You know what? I got the perfect idea.”

“Okay,” said Jensen, sliding the foil packet off the grill and onto JJ’s plate. You’d decided to have lunch on the grill, sitting out under the covered back patio off the playroom. It was pouring rain but you were plenty dry there. “Chicken, marinara sauce and cheese. Then we got chicken, ketchup and baby carrots for Arrow. Zeppy wanted to try barbecue sauce and onion which sounded good to me and then Y/N went for the salmon and lemon.”

You helped the twins open up their foil packets and get their food on their plates, dicing up the chicken for them before going to your own plate.

“Daddy,” said Zeppelin while he chewed on a big piece of chicken. Jensen hummed and worked on his own food. “Can we play race cars after lunch?”

“Sure,” he said, JJ shaking her head.

“I don’t wanna play cars,” she said. Zeppelin stared at her and his bottom lip wobbled. “You’re a cry baby.”

“JJ, that’s rude,” you said, Jensen glancing at you and nodding. “Apologize to your brother.”

“Sorry,” she mumbled. 

“We’re gonna play cars after lunch and you’re welcome to join,” said Jensen. “Your brother goes along with what you girls want to play quite a bit so I think you can do the same for him.”

“I still don’t wanna play cars,” she mumbled.

“You play cars with the Padalecki boys all the time,” you said.

“Not little kid cars,” she said. “He doesn’t know how to play right.”

You saw Zeppelin getting upset again and sighed.

“There’s no wrong way to play,” you said. “Zepp’s littler than you. You gotta be the big sister and do what he wants sometimes.”

“Mom would have played dress up,” she grumbled. “Not stupid cars.”

“Enough,” said Jensen. “You’re old enough to know better.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Your brother wants to play cars. We played horses all morning long and you barely let him have a turn at that so like I said, we’re gonna play what he wants and you are welcome to join us but if you don’t want to, you can play something else,” he said. 

“Baby,” she said under her breath. Jensen didn’t catch it but you did.

“JJ you’re in timeout after lunch. Ten minutes,” you said. 

“I didn’t-”

“You just called him a baby. You want to make it fifteen?” you asked.

“You’re not my mom! You can’t give me timeouts,” she said.

“Half an hour now,” said Jensen. She stared at him and he shook his head. “Eat your lunch.”

Zeppelin spent half of it crying quietly and JJ barely touched hers before she was following Jensen inside. You threw your head back and sighed before you went inside to get some tissues. When you came back out Arrow was hugging him tightly.

“Let’s clean you up, buddy,” you said as you squatted down beside them. She let go of him and you wiped off his face and helped him blow his nose. “Feel better?”

“We can play dress up,” he said. You picked him up and hoisted him on your hip. 

“We’re gonna play cars. Arrow, do you want to play with us?” you asked. She smiled and nodded. “Hey how about you go wash your hands and then you can bring out the bucket of cars and we’ll play out here. How’s that sound Zepp?”

“Okay,” he said. Arrow went inside and you carried him around as you collected the trash and threw it in the bag you brought out. You tied it up and left it in the corner to put in the bin later before you you walked to the edge of the covered patio, rain coming down at a decent rate. “Y/N you’re my mom right?”

“I’m one of your moms,” you said. “I’m gonna adopt you that way everybody can know I am though.”

“Cool,” he said softly, resting his head on your shoulder. “Mom can we play in the rain?”

“Hear any thunder?” you asked. He shook his head. “See any lightning?”

“Nuh uh,” he said.

“Then we can play in the rain all you want,” you said. You walked out to the grass and spun around with him, getting a giggle out of him. “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” he asked. You spun around again and he laughed.

“There it is again!” you said. He giggled and you spun around a few times until you were dizzy and took a seat. He hugged you and kissed your cheek as you noticed Jensen leaning against the post of the patio. He was smiling and you hopped up with Zeppelin, waving him around in the air until you were back under cover. You set him down and he ran over to Arrow, picking out his favorite cars from the bucket and handing her some. 

“Well that might have been one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen,” he said. 

“You took a picture, didn’t you.”

“Oh several,” he said. He glanced back at the twins and then at you. “It clicked for you just now didn’t it.”

“Being a mom? Yeah.”

“You didn’t look to me on how to discipline JJ and you made him feel better and you made him laugh. You went full mom there and I’ve kinda been waiting for that.”

“I know it’s just playing they’re arguing over but I just hate...there is so much of you in him,” you said.

“I know and that feeling will never go away but it means you love ‘em and loving them is my only requirement for us working so this was actually a really good thing.”

“Those two are so sweet,” you said.

“It’s the twin thing. Oh what fun we have to look forward to when they are teenagers and they lie to us for one another,” he chuckled.

“Yeah but I’ll take it. Did you really give her a half hour timeout?”

“Fifteen minutes. She needs to share more and he doesn’t like confrontation so he goes along with what she wants but it’s not her road or the highway.”

“She’s been a little…”

“I know. Since we told them about the engagement,” he said. “We gotta talk to her on her own.”

“Let me take a crack at her first?” you asked.

“You got a hunch?”

“I don’t think having a mom again is a problem. I think the idea of losing a mom again is.”

“That makes sense considering she was attached to your hip before all this.”

“I’m gonna go see if I can get to the bottom of this. Now go play cars,” you said. He kissed your cheek and you headed inside, drying off some with a towel in the laundry room before you went up to JJ’s bedroom. You knocked and cracked open the door, catching her splayed out on her bed. “JJ. Can we talk?”

She rolled and put her back to you. You sat down on the edge of her bed and took a deep breath.

“You know your brother did what you wanted all day. You have to share,” you said. She didn’t say anything and you lay back on the bed, turning your head. She rolled back the other way and you sat up. She rolled again and you tilted your head back. “JJ do you want me to be your mom?”

“No,” she mumbled. 

“Are you lying?” She didn’t move and you sat back, her face scrunched up. “Are you scared if I’m your mom something bad will happen to me?”

“I don’t want two dead moms,” she said. 

“I have two dead moms,” you said. She blinked her eyes open and sat up. “My first mom, I never met her. She died giving birth to me.”

“You only had a dad when you were born?” she asked. You nodded and pulled her into your lap. “Did he get married again?”

“No. My dad was very mad my mom died. He took that out on me. He was a bad guy. He went to jail and I got adopted by my mom when I was your age. Ray was her boyfriend. He acted like he was my dad in a lot of ways. I was sixteen when my mom died. I understand it hurts, sweetie, and that it’s scary and you don’t ever want to feel like that again.”

“I thought if I was bad you and daddy wouldn’t...and then I don’t have to feel bad again.”

“I am so sorry honey but you can’t stop that feeling from never coming back. The only way you could not get it would be to not love anyone or anything and that’s not a life at all. It’s the price you pay for loving someone. Your mom was an accident. But Daddy is young and I’m even younger and I promise you will not have to feel that way about me for a very, very long time.”

“How long?”

“How about fifty years?”

“Fifty years? That’s forever,” she said. 

“I’ll give you fifty years if I can be your mom and you stop picking on Zepp. Deal?”

“Okay. I’m sorry I made him cry.”

“I’m not the one that needs an apology,” you said. “Now do you want stay in here all by yourself or do you want to come play with us?”

“I can play?” she asked.

“Absolutely,” you said. You got up and carried her down on your back, setting her down to let her run off out to the porch. Jensen got up from his seat and held up a finger, ducking back inside to where you were.

“That’s what I like to see,” he said as she gave Zeppelin a hug and he handed her a car.

“I did have to promise not to die for fifty years.”

“Fifty? You got off easy. I had to promise a hundred after the accident,” he chuckled. “I should have noticed she was scared.”

“I have more experience being a scared little girl than you do. I got experience with letting people get close again too,” you said.

“How’s that working out for ya?” he smirked.

“He’s lucky he’s hot,” you said. He threw his arm over your shoulders and grinned. “Do you want to get married in the fall?”

“This fall?” he asked.

“Can we pull it off that fast?” you asked.

“Yeah. We don’t have to book a venue which is the hardest part. I don’t see why not. What’s the rush?” he asked.

“It’s easier to adopt them if we’re married,” you said. “I don’t really want to wait longer than we have to if that’s alright.”

“I’d say let’s go drive down to city hall and get a justice of the peace right now if I knew my mother wouldn’t kill me for it. How about I call up the lawyer and ask him to start prepping the paperwork as if we already were so it’s all set to go,” he said.

“You have a lawyer?” you asked. “They’d do that?”

“Y/N, honey. My taxes alone frighten me not to mention I own a business with employees and what qualifies as a business write off still confuses me and wait you don’t have a lawyer for your book deal?”

“Should I have one?” 

“Greg is your lawyer now,” he said. “He’s good. He’ll do all the paperwork for us.”

“Oh good cause all the forms online were confusing the hell out of me,” you said. He shook his head and pulled you in close. 

“Silly goose,” he said, a loud boom of thunder shaking the house. “Let’s get the crew inside before it pours.”

“Who wants to build a fort?” you asked that afternoon. JJ jumped up and down on the couch and Jensen walked in with an arm full of blankets and sheets. Three little hands shot up and Jensen lazily tossed the blankets on the couch, covering the three of them.

“Hm, where’d those three munchkins run off to…” he said, Arrow ducking her head out first, hair all in her face. Jensen giggled and she rolled her eyes, the other two climbing out. “Alright. I’m gonna grab clothes pins and a few more things. You guys start designing.”

You stood back and let JJ organize, figuring out her first choice of blanket for a roof was too small. Jensen returned with a bag of clips, some twine and the step ladder, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder.

“How they doing?” he whispered.

“Picking out the roof,” you said, Arrow rushing over and grabbing his hand as Zeppelin climbed on JJ’s back and held up a sheet over the two of them with one hand. You smirked and she let out another eye roll.

“Daddy, can you pick up Zeppy so then he can put the blankie up? I told them they’re too small,” she said.

“Sure,” he said. “Tell me where you want it to go.”

Twenty minutes later the family room was covered with sheets, tied off to the stairs, chairs, the ceiling fan after Jensen broke out the larger ladder to get up there and assured you it wouldn’t bring the whole thing crashing down. 

“Can we sleep in here tonight?” asked JJ. 

“I don’t see why not,” you said. “There’s plenty of room on the couch. We’ll bring down your comforters when it’s bedtime,” you said.

“Can we watch Cars?” asked Zeppelin, glancing at JJ. 

“Okay,” she said. She gave him a hug and picked him up, Jensen smiling to himself as he looked on.

“Can we get pizza for dinner like a real sleepover?” asked Arrow. 

“We did cook up all the chicken at lunch,” you said, giving Jensen a side eye.

“Yeah we’ll get one,” he said. “Why don’t you turn on your movie okay? We’ll be right there.”

You let Jensen pull you into the kitchen, smirking as he picked you up and sat you on the counter.

“Seems like today’s crisis has been averted,” you said.

“I’m sure they’ll go back to tormenting each other tomorrow but I’ll take it,” he said, reaching into the drawer next to you, pulling out a menu. “So. You interested in pizza?”

“Oh that looks interesting,” you said, taking the pamphlet out of his hand and tapping at a special. “One cheese, one speciality, boneless wings and garlic bread? My little carb loving heart is in love.”

“She’s not the only one,” he said, leaning up on his tip toes and kissing you. 

“Are you coming?” groaned JJ from in the fort. You shook your head and Jensen kissed your neck, even nibbling before he pulled back. You smacked his chest and he set the menu down, giving you a wink.

“We’re coming in right now. Don’t wait for us kiddo.”

You woke up sweating, Jensen shushing you, arms wrapped around you. You took a deep breath and caught the clock said it was almost three. You turned in his arms and buried your head in his chest, his hand rubbing up and down your back.

“You’re okay. Bad dream is all,” he said softly. You nodded and started to relax, flinching when there was more thunder. “Hey, it’s okay. Nothing’s gonna get ya.”

The thunder shook the house and you tensed up. Jensen pulled the covers over both your heads and you crammed in as close as humanly possible when more thunder hit.

“Honey look at me. Please look at me.” You lifted your head and saw a horrible face in front of you, a scream ripping out of your throat.

“Y/N,” you heard as you woke up absolutely drenched, Jensen’s hands on your face. “Honey, talk to me. Can you hear me?”

“Night terror,” you said quietly. 

“Yeah, JJ used to have them. I didn’t know adults could get them,” he said. 

“Can I have a cold washcloth? And some water?” you asked. He got out of bed and padded into the bathroom in his boxers, settling back into bed and handing you the water. You drank it down while he wiped off your face and neck, running it over your head. “Thanks.”

“You okay?” he asked. 

“Mostly feel embarrassed.” He frowned and you put the glass on your nightstand, staring down at your sweaty shirt. 

“Should I call Ray?”

“It was a stupid nightmare. I’m fine,” you said.

“You were sat up eyes wide open and talking and shouting and I couldn’t wake you up,” he said. “I know adults really shouldn’t be getting night terrors so maybe something triggered you or something during the day.”

“I know my triggers and I know when it’s just a stupid nightmare. Back off,” you said. You got out from under the hot covers and went outside to the balcony, the air nice and cool from the storm earlier. The slide of the door was loud in the the quiet and you rubbed your arm. “I’m sorry.”

“I’ve seen you have nightmares. That was a lot worse,” he said.

“I thought I saw someone watching the house earlier.”

“What?”

“It was the neighbor’s kid, the teenager. It was his friend and he came over late but I thought...it freaked me out. That on top of thinking about the fact my father is not rotting in a jail cell most likely sent me over the edge,” you said. He walked in front of you, resting his hands on your arms. “I’m okay. Needed some air was all.”

“Alright. Tell me if something like that happens again?” he asked. You hummed and he gave you a kiss. “Okay, sweetheart. Let’s head on back to bed.”

“What do you mean?” you growled into the phone the next evening. Jensen lifted his head from his book in the family room and you walked away, stepping out to the private patio area on the side of the house. “That’s not possible.”

“It’s been fifteen years. He has every legal right to be in the country.”

“In the country! He got an apartment seven minutes from where I live!” you said. “I have little kids here, Finn. Tell me there’s something I can do.”

“I can get a restraining order-”

“That doesn’t mean shit to him. I need him fucking deported. I need him gone.”

“Y/N, you know me. I have never agreed to it but he paid his debt as it was assigned and he quietly followed the law. He did what he was supposed to and I’m sorry but until he does something, I can’t do anything besides help you and your fiance’s family get a restraining order.”

“So until he does something horrible again, I can’t do anything about it.”

“Y/N.”

“No Finn. I appreciate the heads up but...I have to go.”

You hung up and squeezed your phone tight. He knew where you lived. He was minutes away and there was absolutely zero help until something went wrong. You sat on a bench and bounced your leg. Nothing could go wrong. You couldn’t let anything go wrong. Who knew what the son of a bitch would do to any one of them.

You stopped bouncing your leg just as you heard the door open. You lifted your head and stood, spinning around to Jensen standing there.

“Everything alright?”

“Actually no.”

“Who was on the phone?”

“My ex,” you said, swallowing. You crossed your arms and thought of the things Jensen had told you about acting and getting in character and all that. You were gonna destroy him. Fuck you were going to end up shattering him into a thousand pieces he’d never put back together. 

You couldn’t really lie just to keep them away from him, could you? 

You saw Arrow run past in the house and made your face hard. Broken heart but safe kids was worth it.

“I thought you didn’t talk to him anymore,” said Jensen. You turned up your chin and he smiled. “You are the worst actress in the world. Who was it really?”

“I think we’re moving too fast and I want to take a break and I would appreciate it if you gave me my space to figure this out on my own.”

“Uh, what?” he said. You brushed past him and he followed you in, all the way up to your bedroom. You got out a bag and he flipped it shut. “What the hell is going on? Who was on the phone?”

“My boyfriend,” you said. He stared at you and you sighed. “You’re a great guy but I’m sorry. I can’t do the house and kids thing. I want to go see the world and not be tied down and you’re just...you’re too damn old for me.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Maybe you should have trusted your first instincts when you saw me and Doug,” you said. He stared at you while you shoved some clothes in a bag. You slung it over your shoulder and he caught the backside of it. You took off your ring and put it on the table by the door, Jensen dropping his hand. “I just can’t do this anymore. It wasn’t you. I’m sorry. I really need to go.”

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A/N: Read Part 16 here!

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it’s not christmas ‘til you come home

a/n: hello!! please enjoy this piece from my dad!harry universe! (u dont have to read any of them for it to make sense, but it would be cool if u did! loosely based on it’s not christmas ‘til you come home by norah jones <3 hope you enjoy! thank u to @harryysstyless​ for beta reading for me!! happy holidays everyone :)

warnings: SMUT, a bit of angst <3 word count: ~5.1k 

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December 23rd, 2:00 PM

For as long as you and Harry have been in a relationship, you’ve never not spent a Christmas together. 

Before expanding your family, you and he used to hop from party to party every Christmas Eve. Both of you would be absolutely trashed by the time Harry’s driver would drop you off at his house in the early hours of the morning. You’d sleep in until approximately noon, willing your hangovers to go away before finally making it down the stairs and into the kitchen to prepare two steaming cups of coffee. The two of you would then make your way into the living room and exchange gifts (where Harry always went way over the budget you’d set). 

Once you had your first child, Allison, your yearly tradition of party hopping and getting so drunk you could hardly put one foot in front of the other was no more. Instead, you and Harry opted for calm nights in, watching Christmas movies and drinking hot cocoa until she eventually grew tired and got carried up to bed. You would wait an hour or so before springing into action, playing Santa and setting out all of the gifts she asked for and then some. Harry never forgot to take a big bite out of the cookie and carrot left out for Santa and his reindeer.

This tradition stayed the same once your second baby, Oliver, was born. Even though he was too young to know what was going on, Harry was still excited to spoil him rotten this year as it was his first Christmas. However, given the current state of the world, you were afraid Harry would not be here for the first time ever.

“Mumma, when’s daddy coming home?” your six-year-old, Ally, asked for what had to be the seventh time that afternoon. “I made him a drawing for his gift ‘nd I can’t wait for him to see it!”

“Let me see what you drew for Daddy, love bug,” you say cheerily, purposefully glossing over her question. Ally proudly holds her drawing up next to her face. She looks up at you with wide eyes, awaiting a compliment from you. 

“That’s gorgeous, bug! Daddy’s gonna love it,” you inform her. “Maybe you can stick a lil’ bow on it and set it under the tree for him, hmm?” 

“Good idea, Mumma!” Ally runs to the box where you kept all the supplies for gift wrapping, digging around for a pink bow to stick on the corner of her drawing.

While she’s preoccupied with finding the perfect bow to place on her drawing for Harry, you take a quick glance at your phone. He still hadn’t gotten back to you since last night’s quick conversation when he very briefly mentioned he didn’t know if he’d be able to make it home.

He was filming in Los Angeles. You shared your uncertainties about him going before he departed but in the end, this was an opportunity you didn’t want him to miss out on. You read the Los Angeles Times free articles on your phone daily, keeping track of the state of the pandemic in Southern California. You knew it was much worse there than it was at home in London. You feared what you were afraid of was sadly bound to happen— Harry may get stuck in LA.

You didn’t want to say anything to your curious daughter because communication with him had been so sparse. You didn’t know anything for certain yet. But what were you supposed to think? You knew flying nationally wasn’t a good idea at the moment, never mind internationally.

“Hey bug, d’ya think you can watch your brother for a moment? Mumma’s gotta go make a phone call.” 

You hear your daughter let out a slightly irritated sigh. “I suppose I can, Mumma.” Ally responds with a voice laced with exasperation. You chuckle slightly under your breath at your overly dramatic (much like her dad) six-year-old and head into the kitchen, quickly dialing your husband’s familiar number.

“Hello?” 

You let out a sigh of relief upon hearing Harry’s low, hoarse voice. 

“Hi, honey. Just checkin’ in to see how things are going…” you hear shuffling on his end. “It’s December 23rd, you know.”

“I know, love.”

“Did I wake you?”

“Six in tha’ mornin’ here.”

“I’m sorry, H. S’just Allison keeps on askin’ when you’ll be home and ‘m just so worried you won’t make it home on time and you’ll miss Oliver’s first Christmas—“

“Darling,” Harry interrupts your anxiety-fueled ramble. “‘M gonna make it home. Have I ever not been there when I said I would?” 

“No,” you say quietly. “I’m just worried, Harry. I hear traveling is going to get very strict because they’re trying to prevent people from going anywhere for Christmas…”

“Fine, then I’ll get my own plane with jus’ me and a pilot. Wear a mask the entire time and whatnot. Yanno I can make that happen if it’s necessary, pet.” 

Harry’s calm demeanor about the whole situation brings you a bit of peace. Perhaps you were catastrophizing something that wasn’t as big of a deal as you thought it was a mere two minutes ago. If he wasn’t worried about not making it home, you didn’t see any reason to stress about it— not for one second longer.

“Okay then,” you reply, still a bit wary of his travel plans. “What shall I tell your daughter? She’s drivin’ me up the walls asking where you are every twenty minutes.”

Your husband lets out a breathy laugh, causing you to giggle along with him. “Tell her not to eat up all the Christmas cookies before I get a taste of one.”

December 24th, 8:45 AM

Part of you was hoping you’d wake up on Christmas Eve and Harry would be tucked into bed next to you, plump lips parted, the sound of his snores the only noise in the room. However, you were a rational woman, if nothing else. You knew he wouldn’t be by your side when you woke up. 

You make your way down the hall and peek inside your son’s room. He was fast asleep, plump thumb in his mouth. You smile at your sleeping baby and gently close the door behind you, deciding to let him sleep in a bit longer before waking him up to feed him. 

Next, you walk to your daughter's room, gently pushing open the door in case she was still sleeping. Instead, you find her sat at her desk, deeply focused on what appeared to be another drawing. 

“Good morning, lovebug,” you greet your daughter in a sing-songy voice. “You’re up early. What are you working on?”

“Makin’ a letter for Santa,” she replies, not bothering to look up from what she was doing. 

“A letter for Santa?” You start racking your brain for anything you and Harry could’ve possibly forgotten to get for Ally, but you finished your Christmas shopping for your children way back in November.

“Yes,” she answers matter-of-factly. “‘M askin’ him to make sure my Daddy is home by tonight so we can eat cookies together and watch Toy Story, Mumma.” 

“I’m sure Santa will make that happen for you,” you reassure her. “You’ve been a very good girl this year, been so helpful with Olly and doin’ so well in school. The least Santa can do is get you whatever you want.” You see her smile as she digs around in her crayon box.

“Can we wait ‘til Daddy gets home to make Santa’s cookies, Mumma?”

“Sure we can, bug,” Ally claps her hands together excitedly, bouncing around in her tiny chair. “Gonna go make some pancakes, does that sound yummy?”

“Can we have chocolate chip pancakes please?”

“Are you askin’ me that because your dad isn’t here to throw a fit about it?” You give her a knowing smile, causing her to giggle.

“Maaaaybe…” Your daughter turns to face you, swinging her legs back and forth.

“If I make your chocolate chip pancakes, you can’t tell your dad. Deal?” You hold up your pinky. Ally gets up and runs to you and you bend down slightly so she can link her finger with yours.

“I pinky promise, Mumma!”

“Our little secret, yeah?” she nods. “Keep an ear out for your brother for me, bug. I’ll be downstairs.”

December 24th, 3:00 PM

“Love? ‘M afraid I got some bad news...”

As soon as Harry’s voice comes through on the other line, you can tell whatever news he’s about to share with you won’t be what you’re wanting to hear.

“What is it?”

It’s silent for what feels like entirely too long. You get up from your position on the couch next to Ally, telling her you’ll be right back. After breakfast, she convinced you to watch Toy Story with her, which quickly turned into a whole Disney movie marathon.

“Not so sure I’ll be able to make it home.”

You’re not sure if it’s his calm tone that bothers you, the fact that you didn’t want him to go to Los Angeles in the first place, or simply the fact that you and your children missed him terribly and haven’t seen him in nearly a month–– but your mood changes from relaxed to undeniably outraged in three seconds flat.

“You’re kidding.” Your tone is sharp, venomous. Harry once again takes a moment before responding, knowing that the current tone of your voice means he’d best proceed with caution.

“‘M not, love. I woke up early and everything to try and get this sorted out, it’s 7 AM so I was gonna try and catch an early flight––”

“I told you I didn’t want you going to LA,” you cut him off, voice rising slightly. “You knew how bad the pandemic was getting there. I told you this would happen.”

“What do you suppose I do then, Y/N?” His tone is becoming equally as sharp. “Y’want me to tell ‘em, “Sorry, I don’t give a fuck about the travel restrictions. My wife wants me home so let's make it happen!” ‘S that what you want me to do?”

“Don’t be a smartass, Harry,” you spit. “I’ll give the phone to your daughter and you can tell her you won’t be home in time for Christmas, then.”

“Y/N…” his tone is calm again. Fearful. “Don’t make me do that.”

“She woke up early to write a letter to Santa to tell him she wants you home by tonight, Harry,” your tone softens as well. “Even Olly has been asking for you. Swear his new favorite word is ‘dada’.” He laughs at this as do you, and the shared tension that was present just minutes ago dissipates. 

“Just… lemme try a few more things before I tell her, yeah?”

“Harry, it’s already three here,” you gently remind him. “Even if you do make it home today, she’ll be asleep by the time you’re home. I think you just need to tell her.”

Your husband sighs, knowing you were undeniably correct. “Alright. Give Allison the phone, please.”

December 24th, 8 PM

“Almost time for you to head to bed soon, yeah Allybug?” Your daughter lets out a loud sigh in response, not shifting her gaze from the television to you. Ever since Harry told her he wouldn’t be home in time to eat cookies with her, she’s hardly said a word. She’s never experienced a Christmas Eve without her father so understandably, she was missing him tonight.

You shift Olly, who was falling asleep nursing on your lap, into a different position so you could face your daughter directly. From your new position, you can see just how tired she looks. 

“‘M not sleepy, Mumma. Gonna stay up and wait for Daddy,” she informs you of her new plans. “When Daddy is home that’s when it’s time for bed.”

“Ally, remember what Daddy told you on the phone earlier? Santa won’t come unless you go to sleep.”

“I don’t wanna sleep,” she’s quickly starting to grow upset. “Not until Daddy tucks me in!”

You purse your lips, not wanting to argue with your headstrong daughter when your son was so close to drifting off into his nightly milk coma. Turning your attention back to the movie that was quietly playing on the television, you decide to drop it for now and try again later.

December 24th, 9:05 PM

Not more than an hour later, Olly is upstairs in his crib fast asleep whilst Ally is still laying on the floor in front of the Christmas tree, fighting sleep. She was determined to stay up until her father walked through the front door, and you knew getting her to agree to go to bed was going to be a battle and a half.

“You’re not ready to go to bed yet, Ally?” Her eyes fly open once she hears you addressing her.

“Not yet, Mumma. ‘M not sleepy yet.” Her words are a little slurred due to the exhausted state she was in. You hum in response.

“Could’ve sworn your eyes just shut for a minute there,” you pause for a second to see if she’ll look your way. “Must’ve just been my old lady eyes playin’ tricks on me, y’think?”

“I wasn’t sleeping!” She immediately defends herself, frown lines indenting her forehead. “Can we drink more hot chocolate?”

You knew if you wanted your daughter to fall asleep within the hour, another sugar rush wasn’t the best idea. You instead offer her a hot cup of sleepytime tea and she excitedly agrees once you tell her it’s her father’s favorite type of tea to drink at bedtime. You place her down on the kitchen counter while you fill the kettle and wait for it to whistle.

“What are you looking forward to the most from Santa, bug?” 

Her eyes light up at your question. “Well, I really want a new bike! ‘Member Mumma? How I asked him for a pink bike? And I also want a cool swing set! Since we haven’t been able to go to the park in so long,” her smile falters and she looks down at her dangling feet. “I want Daddy to come home the mostest, though.”

Your heart feels like it’s going to break in two upon hearing your daughter admit that Harry being home would be the greatest gift of all. “So do I, lovebug. He’ll be here in the mornin’ to watch you and your brother open all the gifts Santa got you though, don’t you worry.”

For everyone’s sake, you hoped that was true.

December 24th, 11:50 PM

Sleep wasn’t coming easy. 

You finally got your daughter to bed at around ten o’clock and waited thirty minutes before laying out your children’s gifts. It took much longer than it usually did considering you had to do it all on your own. Harry was usually the one to quickly assemble the larger toys while you laid everything out around the living room. 

Despite it taking longer than desired, you were proud that you got it all done without waking your children up. Consequently, that meant you were now left all alone with your thoughts considering you had no more tasks to occupy yourself with. 

You kept contemplating calling Harry, but you weren’t sure if he was busy on set or not. Surely he was immersing himself in work to distract himself from the fact he would not be spending Christmas with his family. 

Deciding you may need a cup of the sleepytime tea you offered Allison earlier, you quietly get out of bed and open your door, sock-clad feet padding softly against the wooden floors. It’s unnervingly silent in your home–– the tea kettle coming to a boil being the only source of noise. You keep unlocking and re-locking your phone, finally deciding to call your husband to see how he’s spending his day. It goes to automatic voicemail.

You assume the reason for this must be that he’s busy filming on set and set your phone down with a sigh, standing on your tiptoes to retrieve a mug from the cabinet. You mutter a slew of curse words under your breath intended for Harry who always puts the mugs up far too high even though you tell him not to.

Right as you begin pouring the now boiling water into your teacup, the faint jingling of your front door causes you to startle so badly that you nearly drop the kettle on the ground. You try to think back to everything Harry ever told you to do in the event of an intruder but your mind goes blank from fright. Deciding to use the scalding water as your weapon, you slowly creep towards the door, your only plan being to fling the water on whoever it was as soon as they got the door open. As soon as you hear the lock click, you flick the lid open that covers the spout and draw your arm back.

“Shit––”

“Harry?”

Your husband jumps slightly, his eyes blinking rapidly in an effort to adjust to the dark living room. You reach beside him and quickly turn on the light, shakily letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. He looks exhausted, his hair is an absolute mess, and his eyes are red from sleep deprivation–– but he’s home. You set the tea kettle down on the coffee table and fling yourself into his arms, breathing in the scent of the man you haven’t seen in a month. He drops his bags at his feet so he can properly embrace you, pulling you into him.

“Merry Christmas, darling,” he presses a kiss to the top of your head and stays like that for a moment saying nothing, just breathing you in. “Missed ya so fuckin’ much.

“How? I thought…” you trail off. “You said that they said…”

Harry laughs quietly. “Remember what I told ya? I said to ‘em, ‘Don’t give a fuck about your travel restrictions! M’wife wants me home.’” You laugh at him, knowing he was far too kind to talk to anyone that way. 

“Yeah, okay,” you reply sarcastically. You pull him in for another hug, placing wet kisses along his jawline. “I’m so happy you’re home. The kids are gonna be over the moon, especially Allison.” Harry hums, surveying the room.

“Looks like you did a good job in here, Mrs. Claus. See ya even assembled some toys all by yourself,” he quirks an eyebrow. “Were you jus’ pretendin’ not to know how to do it all these years so I’d be stuck with all the hard labor?”

“Maybe.”

He pulls you back into him, tickling your sides. “My sneaky girl,” he bends down so his lips are level with your neck and sucks gently, causing you to let out a quiet moan. You see his eyes land on the tea kettle that was sitting forgotten on the coffee table. “Making a cuppa? Can I have one? ‘M freezin’.”

“I can think of something else we can do to get you warmed up,” you reach for his hands, interlocking his fingers with yours. “If you know what I’m gettin’ at.”

“Hmm…” Harry releases one of his hands from your grip and taps at his chin, pretending to be deep in thought. “Not too sure I can say I know what you’re sayin’. Maybe you should just tell me?”

You frown. “You’re really gonna make me say it, huh?”

“Y’know I’d give you the entire world if you asked me for it. All you gotta do is tell me what you want from me and it’s yours–– ‘m sure you’ve known that since the first day we met, though.” Harry takes a step back, crossing his arms across his chest. Even in his thick winter coat, you can see the way his biceps flex, and it makes you even more feral for him.

“Fine,” you say quietly, feeling yourself start to grow shy under his intense gaze. “I’m kinda... in the mood.” You say it so softly that it would most likely be inaudible to Harry if he wasn’t standing mere inches away from you. Harry throws his head back in laughter and you quickly shush him, not wanting any of your children to wake up.

“In the mood? C’mon, pet,” he uncrosses his arms and reaches for one of your hands. “Tha’s not tellin’ me what you want from me. Tell me exactly what you want, lovie.”

“You know what I want, H,” you tell him with a hint of annoyance in your voice. “It’s been a month. Yanno I want you to fuck me, why are you makin’ me say it?”

Harry gives you a shit-eating grin. “You jus’ said it. I didn’t make you say anything.”

You roll your eyes at his immaturity, already in the process of lifting your nightshirt (one of his old t-shirts that’s become just a little too tight on him) over your head. “Are we gonna get to it or not? Because if not, I’ll just go back to makin’ myself some tea and call it a night––”

Harry takes half a step towards you and reaches up to cup your face, colliding his lips with yours. His lips are a little chapped and taste of his favorite rose lip balm. You feel your body relaxing into the kiss, knees going weak as he walks you back onto the couch.

“You’ve been eatin’ up all the sugar cookies, haven’t you? Can taste it on ya. Thought those were for Santa,” he’s pulled away from you to examine your face. “A bit naughty of you, wouldn’t ya say?”

“Please stop referring to yourself as Santa when we’re about to have sex, Harry.”

“You’re not bein’ very kind to the person that’s about to go down on you, are you?” He sucks harshly on the valley between your breasts, wanting to be sure a deep-colored bruise will appear on your skin later. “That’s okay. It is Christmas, after all. ‘M in a giving mood.”

“Stop talking and get to it then.”

Harry slides off the couch and onto his knees in between your legs, gently kissing your thighs. “Cute pair of undies–– s’like you knew I was comin’ home tonight.” Before you can respond Harry’s fingers are tugging at the waistband of your underwear, eager to get them off of you. He presses light kisses to your core, mumbling about how much he missed the smell of you and how sweet you tasted. 

One hand is resting across your stomach while the other one is in between your folds, spreading you open. You try squeezing your thighs around his head, overwhelmed by the feeling of your husband’s lips around your clit after being away from him for so long, but he removes his hand from your stomach and pushes your thighs back apart.

“Feels so good,” you’re breathless, tangling your fingers in Harry’s hair as his hollowed cheeks begin to suck more roughly on your clit. “Missed you so much. Missed this–– us.” 

Harry pauses momentarily to look up at you. “I know, angel. God, do I know.” He attaches his lips back on you, swirling his tongue around your clit as you  choke back your moans. The hand that is holding you open moves down to toy at your slit as he wordlessly checks to see if you’re okay with his fingers being in you. 

“Please,” you say softly, encouraging his next move. He spits on his index and pointer finger before slowly sliding both of them in you, immediately curling them up. “Oh, Harry. Fuckin’ love when you do tha’...”

“Know you do,” His response is curt, simple. He’s focused on the task at hand–– getting you off. He uses the hand that’s lying across your stomach to rub tight circles on your clit, sensing you’re nearing your orgasm from the way you’re starting to clench around him. “Such a good girl fo’ me, darlin’. Gonna make a mess on my fingers in a second, aren’t you?”

You nod as you try to control your breathing and the loudness of your moans. The last thing you wanted was for your daughter to come down to inspect the source of the noise. “Fuck, Harry.” 

“Come on, darlin’,” he gently pinches your clit, causing your body to jolt at the sensation. “Gimme a good one. A lil’ welcome back gift for me, hmm?” 

Your hips are bucking up to the rhythm of his fingers slipping in and out of you as your orgasm quickly approaches. “Har, I’m close…” it comes out sounding more like a warning than a statement. He moves the two fingers he has inside of you in a back and forth motion, coaxing your first orgasm out of you.

“Tha’s my girl,” he whispers, not stopping his movements even as your back arches as your first orgasm rolls over you like a giant wave. “Givin’ me a good one jus’ like I knew you would. Jus’ like you always do. M’ sweet girl.” As you’re starting to still, Harry pulls his fingers out of you and holds them up to your mouth, instructing you to suck them clean. 

You prop yourself up on your elbows so you can properly lean in to steal a kiss from him and notice a rather sizable tent has formed in his pants. Harry gives you a sheepish grin as he palms himself, hissing from the feel of his palm against his cock.

“Want me to do somethin’ about that?” You scoot over on the couch and pat the spot next to you, signaling for your husband to sit beside you. He lifts himself from his seated position, stretching his legs out a bit before plopping down beside you.

“Are you offerin’ me a blowie?”

“I mean, yeah?”

“Can we skip that an’ you can jus’ ride me instead? Think I’d quite like that.”

“Oh you would, would ya?”

Harry nods and unzips his pants, taking himself out. He licks his hand and gives himself a few pumps. “Still on birth control, I’m assuming?”

You roll your eyes as you move to straddle him. “Only been gone for a month, Harry. Of course ‘m still on it, you goof.”

“Can never be too careful. I don’t think now’s a good time for another lil’ one, do you? Think we should at least celebrate Oliver’s first birthday before we try for another one.” His hands are on his hips as he lines you up over his cock, helping you slowly sink down. You missed the burn of him which was even more intense than it usually was considering it’s been a while since he’s taken you.

“I think you’re right,” you reply. You rest your head on his shoulder while you adjust to the size of him, needing to take a moment to yourself before attempting to move. After a short adjustment period you begin rolling your hips, grinding against him in a way that was also bringing pleasure to your clit, still swollen and sensitive from your last orgasm.

Harry’s eyes are fixated on the way your breasts bounce in front of him, the way your stomach slightly jiggles each time you crash back down onto him. His lips are caught in between his teeth; you’re hoping he doesn’t break any skin so you don’t have to hear him whine about how badly the bruise hurts him later.

“Ridin’ me like your life depends on it,” Harry mutters. “Fuckin’ love takin’ you like this, angel. So fuckin’ deep.”

You simply hum in agreement, brain far too foggy to form a coherent sentence. Harry notices your movements starting to become smaller, lazier, so he puts his hands on your hips and decides to take over. He’s thrusting up into you like you’ll up and run away from him if he doesn’t give it his all. He cups your face with one hand and gently guides you towards him, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your lips.

“Fuck, H,” your eyes are squeezed shut and your wrap your arms around his neck, feeling your second orgasm quickly approaching. “Rub my clit please, almost there.”

Harry’s fingers immediately come down to rub at your slick nub, not faltering his relentless pace in the slightest. “Clench around me again, lovie,” his voice is higher than usual, whiny, and you know your husband is just as close as you are. “Love when you do tha’, jus’ need you to do it one more time.”

You do as he wishes once more, knowing once he cums you’ll be directly behind him. Harry lets out a string of expletives as he releases inside of you, pulling you tightly against his chest as he rides out his orgasm. You continue riding him, not slowly down as you chase your own release next.

“Harry,” you’re in a trance-like state, chanting his name over and over as you bring yourself over the edge. “Harry, fuck!”

“That’s my good girl,” he says quietly, rubbing your back as you rest your head on his shoulder while you catch your breath. You feel him beginning to soften inside of you so you lift yourself off and lay back on the couch, legs still shaking. It’s quiet for a couple of minutes as the two of you reveal in the afterglow of your orgasms, Harry gently running his fingers along your leg.

“Round two in the shower?”

December 25th, 6:42 AM

“Mumma! Santa came and he left lots of toys–– Daddy?”

Harry lets out a dramatic “oof!” as Ally jumps onto him, pulling the covers back. Her eyes are wide and she giggles are Harry pulls her into one of his infamous bear hugs, placing kisses all over his face.

“Mornin’, love bug! What’re you doin’ up so early?”

“It’s Christmas, Daddy! Santa came!” she sits back on her feet, a confused look on her face. “Did Santa bring you on his sleigh last night after me ‘n Olly went to bed?”

“Y’know what? He told me to keep it a secret, but he did,” Allison gasps in response to his news as she processes it, placing a little hand over her mouth. Harry sits up and gets out of bed, scooping her up in the process. “How ‘bout we go make Mum a cuppa before we see what Santa got for you and Olly? Tha’ sound good? Let’s let them sleep for a while longer, hmm?”

As you hear them exit the room you take a second to reflect on how lucky you are to spend another Christmas with you beautiful family before drifting back off into a deep, albeit short, sleep.