#Alice chambers x reader

[yelenasdiary]

~Alice Chambers who invites you over for dinner when Jack is out with the guys for the night. She’s so happy to see you, so eager to hear all about your day even though you saw her just yesterday.

~Alice Chambers who can’t keep her eyes off your lips, wishing she could just come clean and tell you how she feels.

~Alice Chambers who gets flustered when you noticed her stare, you know exactly what she wants.

~Alice Chambers who quickly becomes a whimpering mess when you tell her exactly how you want to bend her over the dinner table and fuck her deeply with your fingers or how you want to eat her out on the sofa until her legs are shaking and she’s biting down on a cushion to keep from screaming your name.

~Alice Chambers who does anything and everything to keep Jack out of the house as long as possible so she can have who she truly desires.

~Alice Chambers who confesses how she just wants you. Just you, she doesn’t want Jack, she doesn’t need him. She’s hooked on you, she drips for you, she aches for you.

~Alice Chambers who can’t help but try and fuck herself with her fingers to the thought of you the minute Jack leaves for work in the morning.

~Alice Chambers who just wants to grind herself against your thigh while you leave marks all over her chest.

[harknessxo]

Can i make a dark smut request Alice chambers were one day reader are out grocery shopping and they go their separate ways to grabs items more quickly and once Alice gets all of her items she spots reader talking to another woman and she can clearly tell that the woman is flirting with reader so she walks up behind reader wraps her arms around her waist in a possessive manner and once the women got the hint she told the reader to head to the car while she gets the rest of the items and after she got everything and puts it in the car she drives home and once they arrive home she tells reader to go in the house and strip while she goes to grab the stuff out the car and put it up. So once everything is done Alice makes her way to their bedroom to show reader who she belongs to with the use of a strap if you don’t mind

(This takes place two years after the victory project)

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Paring: Dark!Alice Chambers x reader

Summary: A woman flirts with you at the grocery store and Alice shows you who you belong to.

Warnings; mean Alice, strap on use (r receiving), restraints use (r receiving).

Word Count: 1.3k

A/n: First time writing for Alice so I hope you like it!

“I got the pasta, darling!” you said to your girlfriend, Alice. You placed the pasta in the shopping cart and smiled her way.

“Thank you, honey. Can you do me one last favor? Can you get the salt while I get everything else?” she asked, kissing your cheek. You nodded and turned to look for the salt. You eventually found the aisle but you accidentally bumped into another woman while trying to pick up the salt.

“Oh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to bump into you!”

“Oh no, sweetheart, you’re fine! I should be apologizing-” the woman looked up, “Oh wow, aren’t you just a beauty?” She said with a toothy grin. You couldn’t help but blush at the compliment. Unbeknown to you Alice has seen the whole interaction and she was not happy. Suddenly you felt someone’s arm possessively wrap around your waist.

“You got the salt, darling?” Alice asked you while giving the other woman a death glare. You simply nodded. You knew what she was doing. She was establishing dominance over you. She wanted to make it known to the woman that you belonged to her and no one else.

Eventually the woman got the message and walked away. The tension in the air was thick as the woman retreated down the aisle, leaving you alone with Alice. Once she was gone, Alice gripped onto your jaw and turned your face to look at her.

“Wait for me in the car while I get everything else, understand?” You let out a whimper in response before she finally released you.

You now sat waiting in the car. You could only think of what awaited you once you got home. A couple minutes later Alice walked out of the store with three bags in her hands. She placed them in the back before getting in the driver’s seat, all without saying a word. The drive home was silent. At some point she had placed her hand on your thigh and it was getting closer to your core by the second. After a while you finally got home and she parked in the driveway.

“When I get in the house, I better find you naked on our bed. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, mommy.”

“Good girl. Now go.” You quickly made your way inside the house and into the bedroom. You took off all your clothes before kneeling on the bed, waiting for your next order. Alice slowly made her way up the stairs. She wanted to make you wait as long as possible. She wanted you to think of all the ways she was going to make you hers.

She walked into the room so quietly you almost didn’t notice. Her eyes were locked on you, her gaze filled with lust and anger as she walked closer to the bed. Alice grabbed your face once again.

“Who do you belong to, hm?” she asked before pecking your lips.

“T- to you, mommy.”

“That’s right but it seems that you have forgotten since you were whoring yourself out to that woman at the store.”

“No! That’s not what-” you were cut off by a sharp pain on your cheek.

“Are you talking back to me!?”

“N- no…”

“Good because otherwise I would have to make your punishment much more painful, now lay down.” You laid down like she asked.

She walked into the closet and came out holding her strap and a rope. Your eyes widened and you opened your mouth to protest but were cut off by a stern look from her. She grabbed your wrists and tied them together as well as to the headboard.

“You are gonna take what I give you and you are gonna thank me, understand?”

“Yes, m- mommy.”

She then proceeded to take off the dress she was wearing. She placed the strap around her hips before placing herself in between your legs. Without warning she thrusted the strap deep into your core making you scream in pain.

“Please, mommy! I’m sorry!”

“Shut up and take it!” Her thrusts only got rougher and you could only whine in pain. Tears had already made their way down your reddened cheeks.

“Who does this pussy belong to? Hm?” You tried to get the words out but a sob stopped you from being able to.

“Answer me, you little slut!”

“You! It belongs to you mommy!”

“That’s right! Don’t you forget that.” After that, her pace seemed to get softer which you were grateful for. Now you felt your orgasm approaching.

“I’m coming!”

“Did I say you could come?”

“Please, please let me come.”

“You’re gonna have to make mommy cum first, deal?”

“Yes, please!” She pulled away from you to take off her strap only to take a seat on your face, you immediately got to work. You lapped over her folds, just the way you knew she loved. You sucked against her clit, making her moan loudly. God how you loved making her feel good.

“Just like that…fuck- mommy’s close. Keep going!” You began to fuck her with your tongue as fast as you could to get her over the edge. Alice moaned one last time before coming on your mouth. She moved her hips against your face, riding her high before getting off of you.

“You did so good for me, baby.” She kissed you before untying your wrist. You let a sigh of relief leave your lips. Alice positioned herself against the headboard and brought you to straddle her thigh. This made you look up at her confused.

“The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.” You wanted to protest but this time you knew better.

You groaned and started to grind on her thigh. Nothing could ever compare to the sensation of you sliding down her thighs, but the friction was just not enough to get you to your climax.

"Please, mommy..." You whined and picked up your pace. You needed her to touch you.

“Nuh uh.”

“Please,” you breathed, “I- I need your touch- it’s not enough, I can’t…”

“Yes you can.” You sighed in defeat.

Still humping her thigh, you made an unsuccessful attempt to reach for your release, but it kept getting away from you. You buried your face in her neck, your body was exhausted and you couldn’t keep going.

“…I can’t.”

Alice suddenly flipped you over. She thrusted two fingers into you and rubbed your clit with her palm. You yelped in surprise but quickly recovered and started to moan again. She started lick and suck your neck. Her breath against your neck and the feeling of her fingers pumping inside you got you to the edge once again.

“Can I come? Please, mommy?”

“Go on, baby. Come for me.”

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

Your thighs began to tremble as you finally came undone, arching your back as you did so. Your hips jerked against her hand to ride it out. When you were done, you slumped against the pillows, panting heavily. Alice brushed some hair out of your face before pulling your body onto hers.

“I’m sorry, mommy. I-”

“Shh, it's okay. It’s over now. Mommy’s no longer mad,” she kissed your forehead, “Why don’t you take a nap? I know you’re tired, sweetheart.” You nodded against her chest and closed your eyes. She started to run her hands through your hair and soon you were snoring softly.

“You’re mine, Y/n. I’ll make sure you never leave me.” Was the last thing she said before getting up to make dinner and let you rest.

[jeyramarie]

You and me?- Alice Chambers x Reader (Part 9)

summary: it all comes down to Alice..

wc: 2,273

warnings: cursing, abusive relationship, domestic abuse, homophobia, mentions of blood

a/n: thank you all for your patience ❤️ sorry it took so long, i didn’t mean to :( anyways, merry christmas to everyone!! my heart goes out to everyone having a hard time during the holidays, i love y’all deeply❤️ happy reading 🦋

Part 1~ Part 2~ Part 3~ Part 4~Part 5~ Part 6~ Part 7~ Part 8~ 

William walked around me in silence, walking nervously to the living room. His mind was racing trying to figure out how the plan didn’t work. All he wished was to control me. To do with me what he pleased. He brought us to Victory because of it and his stupid self couldn't plan it well enough. 

“This can’t be happening.” He muttered under his breath, pacing across the living room. “This is… this is not real.” 

“It’s very real, William.” I nodded slowly, making my way closer to the living room. “Ironic, considering none of this is real.” I moved my hands around. 

His chest moved up and down as his breaths became deeper, feeling anger grow through his bones. He stomped over to me, grabbing my jaw tightly as he began to push me backwards until my back hit the wall. My hand went to his wrist as his eyes continued to burn into mine. 

“After all I’ve done for you.” William said with gritted teeth. 

“All you’ve done is make me miserable.” I replied and he released me with a scoff, pushing my head back. 

“Miserable?!” He shouted and chuckled dryly. “You ungrateful bitch… I fixed your fucking life.” 

“You ruined my life.” I muttered, feeling tears well up in my eyes. 

“You had no life!” William spat. “You were always in that fucking hospital and only came home to sleep, how is that living?” 

“I love my job, William.” I replied, pointing at my chest. 

“Work isn’t everything, Y/n.”

“It is for me…” I whispered, feeling tears roll down my cheeks. “It is after you took everything.” 

“I did nothing.” He began, shaking his head. “I gave you everything! I gave you all of this!” 

“You took everything, William!” I shouted. 

“I gave you everything!” 

“You took it all from me when you killed my baby!” I pointed at him, my face raging red in anger as I felt my blood boil. 

“I did nothing.” 

I shook my head and walked forward, hitting his chest repeatedly as he tried to stop me. William grabbed my wrists and pushed me backwards before slapping me across the face, making me tumble against the wall. I blocked his punches before quickly grabbing a bottle of wine, smashing it into his head. 

The glass flew across the room and the red liquid soaked my dress, dripping onto the floor which made it slippery. William was kneeling on the ground, groaning in pain as I tried to walk away from him while slipping in my heels. He quickly turned and grabbed my ankle, making me fall as he began to claw his hands up my leg. 

“Get back here you fucking bitch!” William said with gritted teeth as I groaned, trying to pull my legs away from his grasp. 

“Let me go!” I shouted, finally kicking his hand away before quickly standing up, running towards the bedroom. 

I shut the door and stepped back slowly, noticing that the house remained quiet. Panic creeped into me, making me look around the room in paranoia. A loud banging came from the door with William’s pleas right after. 

“Open the door, Y/n!” He shouted, pounding his fist against the door as I stayed quiet in fear. “I’m gonna fucking kill you if you don’t open this door right now!” 

My hands shook as I tried to open the sliding door that led to the backyard. Maybe if I was fast enough, Alice could help me or maybe I could escape and find her. I finally slid the glass open and in that precise moment, William kicked the door down, stomping angrily towards me as I ran outside. 

His hand encased around my hair pulling me backwards towards him. I yelled in pain, reaching backwards to grab his wrist. William continued to shout at me, dragging me to the bedroom before throwing me into the bathroom floor. 

“Don’t you dare try to contact Alice again..” He said, staring down at me. “You’re gonna stay in here ‘till tomorrow.” 

“No, William..” I whimpered, shaking my head as I began to stand up only to be pushed down again. “You can’t keep me in here!”

“I won’t let you fucking ruin it!” He shouted before slamming the door shut. 

I hurried to my feet and immediately began my attempt to turn the doorknob which of course, did not work. William had locked the door from outside, leaving me trapped. My fist knocked on the door repeatedly as my breath became quicker and more desperate. 

“William!” I called out. “William! Open the door!” 

Silence filled the other side of the door, making me more nervous as my mind raced back to past trauma. I felt as if the walls were closing in on me, leaving me with little to no air. My chest got tight, and I pounded on the door harder than before. 

“William!” I shouted in desperation. “Please, let me out! I can be better! Please, don’t keep me here! Please!”

My knuckles became red and swollen as my fear gave me the adrenaline to continue to punch the door. Pain shot up my arm as my skin began to slowly crack open, letting my blood stain the door. 

“William, please!” I sobbed. “I can be perfect for you, I promise! I can change, I can be better! William, please, let me out!” 

Unknown to me, he was drinking whiskey as he leaned against the kitchen counter. William continued to hear my pleas but remained in his spot, not caring about whether I was panicking or not. He was calm. Almost at peace when someone knocked on the door. Feeling confused, he cautiously went to the front door and opened it, to reveal Alice Chambers. 

“What are you doing here?” William muttered, giving her a look of confusion. 

“I came here to apologize.” She replied shyly, fidgeting with her fingers. “Jack made me realize that I shouldn’t have done that and I’m sorry.” 

He was about to reply but my screams reached Alice’s ear, making her furrow her brows as she peeked her head inside. 

“Is Y/n okay?” 

“That’s none of your business.” He replied dryly, causing Alice to jump back in surprise. “Was that all?” 

“Yes, that was-” The door was slammed on her face, leaving the blonde standing there in confusion and worry. 

The next morning, I was seated against the door with my legs pulled up against my chest as my head leaned back against the wood. My knuckles were bruised and covered in dried blood from punching the door. 

I got tired of screaming around, what I believe, was midnight. My eyes remained closed as I thought about Alice. I only wished for her to be safe but as long as we stayed here, we were far from that. 

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, causing me to quickly stand up and turn to the door. It opened to reveal a well-rested William. He had his everyday suit on, and his hair was combed. It seemed like he was getting ready for work. 

“You still want to be better?” He muttered, leaning his shoulder against the wall as I remained quiet. “I trust that you will stay here till I come back..” 

I nodded slightly and he turned around, walking out of the house without uttering another word. Fear still ran through my body as I hesitantly walked out of the bathroom. The house was a mess. There was broken glass on the ground from our fight the night before. It was quiet. As if we stood in the eye of the hurricane. And in some way, we were. 

After cleaning for most of the day, I began to cook dinner before William returned from ‘work’. I settled on the usual steak with mashed potatoes and some veggies. I couldn’t help but think of Alice. Of our many many alone moments together. I thought about my baby. The possibility of having a baby. With Alice. 

“I'm home!” William shouted, walking into the house, breaking my trance as I placed the potatoes on the plates. 

“In here!” I replied and placed the pan down before grabbing the plates as I turned around. 

He stood by the kitchen watching me. I gave him a fake smile and walked past him to the dining room, putting the plates down. My back was towards him, part of my mind didn’t want to face him. I just wanted to run away. Run to Alice and leave this place. 

“What did you do today?” 

“Oh, I just-”

“Jack!” Someone shouted from outside causing me to turn towards the door in question. I turned to William before walking towards the door. 

“Y/n, stop.” He started following after me. “Stay here! Stop!”

I ignored his shouting and turned the doorknob to see Alice standing in the middle of the street, barefoot. Her white dress was covered in blood, and she looked frightened. I began to walk outside and was immediately held back by William. 

“Don’t you fucking dare.” He threatened with gritted teeth. 

“Let me go.” I pleaded as my eyes filled with tears, pulling back my arm. 

“You’re not going anywhere, Y/n.” William said, pulling me into the house when Bunny shouted, causing the both of us to turn. 

“Run!” She shouted and Alice began to run towards the car. 

The car moved backwards and out of her driveway, part of me believed that she was about to drive away. But she didn't. She stopped right in front of my house. 

“Y/n! Let’s go!” Alice shouted and looked around, checking if anyone was going after her. 

William’s grip tightened around my arm, making me whimper as I tried to move towards the car. 

“Y/n, come on..” The blonde pleaded with sad eyes. “Let’s go, let’s get out of here, come on. Just you and me.” 

I turned to William in tears and silently begged him to let go of my arm. But then desperation crept into my mind as Bill began to fight with Alice, trying to pull her out of the car. I suppose my survival instinct came in and my fist collided into William’s nose, causing him to release me. My legs moved quickly away from the house, going around the car to climb inside. 

“Drive! Drive!” I shouted as the blonde pushed her foot into the accelerator, causing the car to rush forward. 

“Are you okay?!” She asked, giving me a worried look before turning to the road. 

“I’m fine but what happened to you? You have blood all over you-” I stopped. “Where’s Jack?” 

Alice remained quiet, driving away from the people in red suits that kept following us. Her silence was enough to know that he was dead. All that blood belonged to him as she remained unharmed. 

“Oh my god..” I whispered in fear. 

“We’re going to get out.” Alice assured me, turning to me and then to the road. 

I nodded slightly and leaned over, pecking her cheek repeatedly. “I love you.” I whispered and returned to my seat to see a yellow car to my right with a man reaching out to me. 

He scratched my skin, attempting to grab me. The car swerved from side to side as another car pulled up to Alice’s side. I shouted as the guy pulled me towards him while I pushed back, telling him to let go of me. 

“Stop!” I shouted. “Get off!” 

Suddenly, Alice slammed her foot on the breaks, making the cars clash together. Fire erupted from both vehicles as the blonde drove around it as we both stared in shock. We got closer to headquarters when more cars drove near us. 

“Alice, there’s more.” I announced, looking behind us as she looked through the rearview mirror. 

“We’re almost there.” She replied and drove up the hill faster as they came closer. 

“You have to go faster.” I said, never parting my eyes from the cars as Alice kept going up the hill. 

After some time, she crashed into the side, causing my body to hit the door. We were stuck. Alice pushed her foot into the accelerator a few times before leaning back on her seat. 

“We’re stuck here.” She muttered. I heard distant engines roaring as I climbed out of the car and ran to her side, opening the door before reaching my hand forward to grab hers. 

“We have to run, come on.” I pulled her out of the car, and we began to run up the hill desperately, noticing that the men were climbing up the side of the mountain. 

The small pebbles got stuck under my shoes, making me take off my heels before resuming my run. Alice gripped my hand tightly, taking deep breaths as the heat seeped into our skin. 

The stairs finally came into view as we quickly climbed them, stopping on the platform. I looked behind me and saw a glimpse of William’s car. I wasn’t going to leave with Alice. At least not right now. She stood in front of me, catching her breath and I wrapped my arms around her from behind, feeling as she relaxed against me. 

“Go look for me.” I whispered against her ear. “I love you.” 

She turned in confusion to see William running up the steps to grab my arm. Alice stepped forward to pull me towards her, but he was too quick. I was pulled backwards to crash against a hard chest and a bruising grip. 

“Go.” I said, fighting against William’s hold. “Alice, go! Just leave!” 

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[seal-writes-stuff]

is

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: graphic violence, kidnapping, one mention of frequent hospital visits, vague allusions to The Victory Project and everything that comes with it, Trauma

Summary: Alice Warren is a lot of things and you happen to love every single one. After she mysteriously disappears one day, it’s the only thing that keeps your rage and fear laser-focused.

A/N: Dear followers, today I offer you headcanons that nobody requested with a weird poetry vibe. Tomorrow? Who knows. Also I might’ve taken some liberties with how the simulation works, but hey. Hope you enjoy!

Alice is compassionate.

The first time you meet her, you aren’t looking for it – you aren’t looking for anything at all. Weeks after weeks of hospital visits have exhausted you completely, worn you down to the bone. You’re sitting in a cheap plastic chair in a long, bright corridor, not a single thought in your head; all you want is just to curl up in your bed and sleep for fifty years straight. Maybe you’d still wake up tired.

That’s when you hear her sweet, concerned voice, asking you if you’re okay.

You’d assume a surgeon working a long shift wouldn’t be the one to chat, but surprisingly, you’d be wrong. She really wants to know if something’s the matter. People rarely come here for some happy reasons, she tells you. Whatever you’re feeling, it’s okay.

You cry in her arms for what feels like hours – in the arms of a complete stranger who keeps reassuring you, never once noticing how you stain her work clothes with tears.

Alice is a good friend.

It’s been a few months. You can’t remember the time when she wasn’t your friend, can’t imagine a life that wouldn’t include her. You meet as often as you can, talking about nothing and everything, sharing the things you wouldn’t share with anyone else. It’s like you’re on the same wavelength all the time; you simply get each other.

You keep reminding Alice that she doesn’t have to see you every other day. After all, it’s hard to imagine a job more demanding than hers – you’d understand. And every time Alice tells you that it’s fine. That she loves what she does and she loves spending time with you.

“I’d go crazy sitting at home all day,” she laughs.

Alice is loveable.

You collect the moments you share like you’d collect rare flowers, saving them between the book pages for later. Alice pulling you in a dance in her living room, giggling as you end it with a twirl. Alice showing you her new sundress, asking for your opinion about it with casual intimacy. Alice clinking glasses with you, stars in her eyes.

You think your friend is beautiful. You don’t allow your thoughts to go further than that.

Alice is valuable.

The last time you see her, Alice is venting about her boyfriend – all valid things, you must say, you’d be venting too. Your advice to dump him becomes less and less humorous every time you repeat it. Anyone can fall on hard times - not everyone turns into an entitled leech over that. She tells you it’s okay. Deep down he’s a really good guy, and fights happen. That’s just a part of life.

You think that “deep down” must be quite deep indeed, but you don’t voice it. She clearly loves him, and if she chooses to give him that love then he must deserve it on some level. Either way, it’s not for you to decide.

That night, Alice is wearing her favorite skirt and a big striped sweater. A description burned into your mind as you have to repeat it over and over later.

Alice is gone.

It happens overnight – nobody knows where she went and nobody knows what might’ve happened.

No, she didn’t have any enemies.

No, she wasn’t acting any differently than she normally would.

No. Yes. No. Thank you, that means a lot.

You put up posters with her face every day and cry yourself to sleep every night.

Her boyfriend is standoffish. He’s never liked you and sees no need to pretend otherwise now. You’ve always hated him, didn’t you? You never believed in him. All you wanted is to see them, true star-crossed lovers, apart.

Time and time again, you try to mend that bridge just so you can have the hope of ever finding your friend, but her boyfriend isn’t having any of that. You chalk it up to his wounded pride at first, never denying him the right to resent you. Yet something bothers you about it nevertheless.

Something is off. That’s all you can say and that’s all that you really need

Alice is nearby.

It takes time. It takes effort. It takes an ungodly amount of unimaginably awful podcasts, but you finally get the full picture. It’s terrifying, it’s impossible and it doesn’t make any sense, but it’s the only option.

After a few days of rehearsing the whole things in your head, you follow Jack – you’ve finally managed to learn his name – to what used to be his and Alice’s shared apartment. For someone trying to conceal a brand new human right violation, this man is incredibly careless. He’s so assured in his invincibility that he doesn’t even bother with varying his routes.

You know what you’re doing is illegal, but it doesn’t matter at this point. Doubt is a luxury you can’t afford, not anymore. The law has failed Alice and her boyfriend has failed her too; you aren’t about to do the same.

The door has three locks, yet they’re so shitty that you manage to bypass them all with a few tweaks here and there – you’re lucky today. Jack must’ve gotten sloppier with time. Or maybe he never cared in the first place. Who knows.

Doesn’t matter.

You pass through the hallway and enter the bedroom.

Alice

is

right

there.

It’s a first time you’re seeing the device in action and, for a moment, you forget how to breathe. Gasping, you will yourself to look away from her, from what this despicable stain on humanity has done to her, and stare at Jack instead. He hasn’t entered the simulation yet, but he’s about to do it.

For just a moment, he stares back with fear and confusion in his eyes, and that gives you more than enough time to lunge for his throat.

You fly into a blind rage – one that you’ve never felt before and will never feel after. He tries to fight back, tries to crawl away, tries to plead, cry, scream; you can’t hear any of that. It’s all just noise, buzz in the air. You tear into his flesh with your bare hands, pulling it apart like a rabid animal. His hair is a perfect length to be wrapped around your fist.

You drive him face-first into the floor a few times before his body goes limp. You then do it some more.

You haven’t fought anyone since kindergarten.

You sit up and press your back to the bed frame, gasping for air. Your face burns and you can taste the metal – he must’ve landed some blows. Could be better, could be worse. You’ll live.

Alice.

With the shaking hands, you – gently, ever so gently – you take off her bounds and tie Jack up, just for good measure. It’s okay. They aren’t a part of the device anyway, not really. Those things that keep her eyes open, however, sure are.

What would happen if you just took them off? Would it hurt Alice? Would she survive? Would it cause some type of horrible, irreparable damage to her you can’t even imagine right now? You don’t know. Frank was careful to keep the details away from the general public – the only thing he, unfortunately, was kind of right about. His followers never questioned the inner workings of it all either.

So no way out but through.

Without hesitation, you put the second pair of these nightmarish goggles on, you stare at the changing pattern on the ceiling, you feel your mind go numb. It suddenly occurs to you that, as much as you’ve planned ahead, you really have no idea what you’re doing right now. You aren’t even sure if you’ll keep your memories or come out of this alive.

But there’s no point in wondering. Knowing the answers wouldn’t change anything. You’d try to save her anyway.

“Alice!”

She stands in the middle of a little-too-clean vintage living room, eyes wide, staring at you in numb horror. You realize that you must still be covered in blood – or maybe you aren’t, you’re so agitated that there’s no way to tell. Maybe you look perfectly normal right now. Maybe she’s simply scared of you because you’re a stranger in her perfect house, a stranger who snatched her perfect husband away.

You’ve thought that your tears have dried out completely months ago. For the first time tonight, you’re proven wrong.

“Do you… Remember me?” you ask in a shaking voice, stepping closer carefully. Alice is frozen in place, a weirdly vacant expression on her face. “Do you remember me at all?”

No response. You have no way of knowing what she’s thinking about, but at least she’s there. You’re grasping at straws, trying to come up with something, anything to say. Something that would convince her to let you help.

“Let’s get out of there. Please,” you plead. “If- When we get out of there, you won’t have to speak to me ever again. But please, let’s just-”

You don’t get to finish. Alice wraps you in a tight hug and you start sobbing into the crook her neck.

In a minute you’ll find out that Alice knows a way out – she’s had her own investigation while you had yours. In two minutes you’ll find out that at least one other woman here knows what’s really going on, always did. In five, you’ll leave this awful place behind, chased by a squad of things you aren’t sure are even human.

But right now, this very moment, is just for the two of you.

Alice is safe.

Time crawls at a snail’s pace, but after one day inevitably comes another. Both of you start therapy. Jack gets arrested – for some miraculous reason, you don’t kill him that night after all. The Victory Project comes under investigation; the details are kept under wraps, partly for “the benefit of the survivors’ mental and physical well-being”. You’re sure as hell there isn’t a thing in the world that can damage your mental and physical well-being even further, but there’s nothing left in you to fight this decision. This isn’t even an argument. It’s better to let it go.

You spend every night with Alice and she spends every night with you. You pour your hearts out to each other like never before. In a way, your friendship has changed fundamentally; in a much deeper way, however, it stayed the same. You cook Alice dinner when she comes home after a long day and she lets you sleep in on weekends. For a long time after the whole thing is over, she resents anything resembling housework. You can’t hold it against her.

One night, when you’re watching some endless TV-show - you’ve carefully curated your watchlist to avoid anything 50s-themed - Alice asks you point-blank if you regret it. The violence, the pain, the fear. If you regret hearing about him so much before everything went down, hearing Alice defend him as he was planning to take her life away.

Of course you know the answer. You’ve always known it: no, you don’t regret it at all. You’d go through it all a hundred more times if it meant setting her free. You’d search for months and years and decades if it meant finding her in the end. You’d beat this pathetic excuse of a man again and again, until there was nothing left of him anymore, if it meant letting her choose her own path.

And it’s not her fault that a person she gave all her love to never appreciated it. That’s on him. And Alice deserves none of his shame.

“But what if I left you?” she whispers, some unspoken urgency coloring her tone. “After… Then what?”

You look at Alice and she looks at you, her face illuminated by the TV. There’s a familiar, heartbreaking fear in her eyes that she can’t quite shake; worst of all, a completely understandable fear. You take her hands in yours.

“I’ve meant every word,” you whisper, brushing her knuckles with your thumb. “If we never spoke again, I wouldn’t do anything differently. I mean, I’d live a way sadder life, but that would be my problem.”

Just as the last word leaves your mouth, she kisses you as a promise to stay, to commit to you freely and without force. And you kiss her back, fervently, with endless yearning – as a promise to always find her, to always be there. To love and be loved generously, to love on purpose and to stay by choice.

And after what feels like forever, finally, Alice is home.

[domripley]

Okay so the dom jack x reader x sub reader x dom Alice has turned into switch jack x sub reader x dom Alice dkjdkfj

So here’s a small preview before i take a nap to see if that’ll get rid of my headache

Jack shook his head at her threat, knowing she wasn’t bluffing. “I-I Alice, please let her use her mouth on my cock, Darlin’, please m’need her pretty, wet mouth on me.”

Alice smirked, grabbing the base of his cock. “Go on, puppy, suck his cock.”

[buckybarnesandmarvel]

Alice Chambers || I’m not crazy

[choerypetal]

Author’s blog —

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So I just finished watching Don’t worry Darling and I am still not over how stunning both Harry is as Jack and Florence as Alice. AND I NEED TO WRITE FANFICS FOR THEIR CHARACTERS with either reader insert 😭

gif credit from @harryisart 🏹

[gumballavocadoharry]

Baby Susan; Jack Chambers

Jack and Alice looked in awe at the sweet baby bundle tucked away in her crib. The flamingo crocheted quilt, hugged her tight enough for security. "Alice, isn't amazing how we created something so beautiful?" Alice laid her head on Jack's shoulder.

"Yeah.....look at her little nose," As if on cue, Susan's diaphanous nose twitched like a little bunny. "She has your eyes Alice, and your hair and smile." Alice giggled, while continuing her gaze at her baby girl.

"She has your nose." Jack beamed in pride as seeing that when Susan was born, she looked like a copy of Alice. Despite the colossal jubilation Jack felt at Susan's birth, his mind did bellyache at the fact of Susan only favoring him to a microscopic degree. When he pictured his new offspring, she would have light brown hair with enriching green eyes like her mother and deep dimples like him. She would be a gentle and ladylike soul like Alice, but a stubborn jack rabbit like himself.

But nonetheless, Susan was more than anything he could've dreamed of. She was perfect in everyway. He soft pale skin, her mushy cheeks that he splattered in kisses every moment he got and her benign little cries that she echoed throughout the house for a diaper change or a bottle.

Her personality was already shaping itself. She was a quiet baby, with only a little to say, Susan was a miss independent as she focused her baby brain on doing things herself. She was also obedient; determined to mind the do's and don'ts of her parents. She would stare into their eyes, almost as if asking for approval for an okay to squawk out a cry or to grab something that seemed edgy for her.

Jack and Alice too their positions into their own bed, after reading a goodnight story and kissing the 2 month old baby goodnight. Jack watched from the bed as Alice fixed herself up for bed; her gentle smooth hands rubbing her sheeny face and neck. She stared at herself in the mirror with such modesty yet insufferable pride at the same time.

Alice sat legs crossed while applying her night serum. Her black lingerie layed perfectly around the curves of her body. She finished up before inviting herself next to Jack in the bed. Alice's head hit the pillow before Jack had the chance to ask her if she wanted to indulge in the book the two had started together. But Alice's snores told something different. Jack had to face it, she was home most of the day with Susan and it was a daunting task in itself to care for such a little susceptible infant. I guess it's just me. Jack thought before turning the page of the chapter he already finished.

Soon it turned dusk midnight, Jack asleep with the book page cornered and set aside on the nightstand, spooning Alice as the young couple were snoozing away in the mildly heated pale yellow room, tucked away in azure pixelated covers. That was until a baby's shriek wrested them alive.

Alice dashed into Susan's bedroom; rollers in her hair bouncing along with the lavender robe she covered herself in. Jack laid in bed still; hand going over the empty indention of where Alice's body was.

"Shhh, my butterfly...there, there." Alice cooed through the monitor. Jack was soothed by Alice's sweet song like voice, gently rocking his baby back to sleep. "You just wanted someone to hold you? Well, mommy's here baby....she'll always be there." Jack didn't even recon the smile that had incoherently spread across his face. Alice had said the last part with the gentle voice she always uses. But the feeling of deep admiration and devotion for her baby lingered in her tone which uprooted Jack from his warm spot in the bed, and into Susan's bedroom, where he was greeted by a nursing Susan and a sleepy wife.

Jack was awestruck by the site. The tiny baby was suckling for milk and her sapped mother, laid back in the pale green rocking chair the couple had taken the liberty to make. Mostly Jack. Being the do-it-yourself type of guy, Jack constructed the chair as a present for Alice, like a thank you for carrying the baby. Jack carefully took Susan after she was done with her midnight snack and placed her into the crib.

He then adjusted Alice's top part and carried her into the shared bed they had. "Goodnight my princess," Jack placed a sweet kiss to Alice's cheek. "I love you."

[tiredeyesight]

could you write one with florence pugh? maybe one where we go with her to watch her new movie and we are nervous of the red carpet but florence comforts us ? <333 love your works btw!!!

first red carpet

description : you’re nervous to go onto the red carpet with florence, however she comforts you and reassures you everything will be alright

word count : 514

a/n : finding a red carpet florence pugh gif was pure nightmare fuel there was some really weird ones💀 anyways thank you so much for the request and i hope you enjoy!!💓

florence was going on a red carpet today for the premiere of her new movie, but this time you were her plus one. from hearing other celebrities talk about red carpets it made you feel like you were going to be ate alive. you did some finishing touches on your look and left to go find florence some where around the house.

she was found in the kitchen rummaging around in the fridge which you see more often than expected when you start living together. ‘hey flo, are you ready to go?’ you asked as she spun around to see you. ‘oh my god.’ she started, ‘you look absolutely gorgeous!’ florence started showering you in compliments and in return you did the same.

as soon as the both of you were finished gushing over the other you went downstairs to be picked up for the ride to the premiere. the second you sat down in the overly expensive car everything suddenly started to suffocate you. your leg started bouncing around and you were fidgeting with your hands.

florence noticed your behaviour and put on a soothing hand on your thigh. ‘it’s going to be alright darling, you’ll be with me the entire time’ she began whispering into your ear. ‘if the cameras or the screaming get too much for you then we will just go to interviewers as soon as we can, fuck the pr’ she said making you giggle at the end of her sentence.

a soft smile was set on her face as the car slowly came to a stop. you could hear the crowd, the cameras, the interviewers speaking over the enthusiastic fans. you looked at florence with anxious, tensed eyes. just the sound alone was intimidating, the thought of you having to walk in front of everyone in this slightly uncomfortable outfit and awkward shoes was horrifying.

‘are you sure i’m even going to be liked?’ you asked, ‘of course you are! you are the most likeable person in the entire world, how could they not like you.’ florence started. ‘y/n, you look absolutely stunning and if someone asks you something breathe and then answer honestly. your gonna win everyone’s heart just like you did with me. you got this.’ florence finished with before leaving the car waiting for you outside.

the second you left the car everyone went ballistic, cameras flashed and people started screaming, talking to each other, some even started cheering. florence squeezed your hand reassuringly as you walked down, she stopped every now and then to bring you in close for a picture and then continue foward.

the interviews flew past with you only being asked a very small amount of questions to your relief. the second you got into the cinema was like a fresh breath of air. ‘you did so well, you also looked incredibly hot i have no idea how i didn’t trip over when staring at you’ causing you to let out a laugh. the movie began with you and your girlfriend having soft smiles at the new milestone in your relationship.

[yelenasdiary]

Welcome to Florence Pugh Month!

Welcome to August, aka Florence Pugh month for my blog!!

This month is purely for Florence + her fictional characters. I'll be posting a rage of fics, head cannons, moodboards, fake IG profile concepts & something a little different, video edits.

As always, this is all my own work, including the video edits.

While I still will be working on my current requests, all non Florence + her fictional characters fics won't be posted until September. (Or I might cave & post a sneaky non related fic, who knows).

I hope you guys enjoy what's to come! I'm really excited for this and can't wait to give you all the Flotent I can!

If you'd like to follow my other Florence socials, you can find me on IG & TikTok @floziki 💜 - Enjoy this edit to welcome you x

[harknessxo]

All My Works Masterlist

WARNING! Most of the following contain SMUT and/or have a DARK theme.

➥ This Masterlist contains all my works, I hope you enjoy 🤗

Dark-♤ Angst-♧ Fluff-♡ Smut-♢

MARVEL

Agatha Harkness

Love At First Sight ♤

Summary: When Agatha saw you she knew you were going to be hers.

Unattended ♡

Summary: Agatha has been working all day and leaves you unattended.

You Can Run But You Can’t Hide ♤

Summary: Agatha slowly starts to isolate you so you can only rely on her and her alone but her plan has one flaw.

I’ve missed you ♤♢

Summary: You and Agatha had a twisted history. She had kidnapped you into Wanda’s distorted reality to make you into her perfect wife. She had you under a spell until Wanda freed you. Wanda promised you Agatha would never hurt you again and helped you find a new home where Agatha wouldn’t be able to find you. You had your little house in the middle of nowhere, where you were safe…or so you thought. (This is also based on the one clip of Rio pinning Agatha to the wall.)

Neighborly Desires ♤♢

Summery: You had recently moved into Westview. Your mother had passed away and you wanted a new start in a small town. Agatha was your neighbor there and she didn’t waste any time welcoming you into town. She thought you were so adorable and so innocent…she wanted to be the one to corrupt you. She needed to be patient, careful, and precise.

Agrio ♢

Summery: The fight scene between Agatha and Rio but with smut.

Unraveling ♡

Summary: For the past three years, Agatha was trapped under the Scarlet Witch’s spell. Trapped in her own mind to play the character of Agnes, the nosy neighbor. But even then she was able to find some sort of happiness, you. At some point, you always found yourself at her house, talking or just watching tv together and in Agatha’s mind it became a romantic comedy where you were her love interest. It was such a refresher after the nightmares of her past she had every night. Then came the day the spell was suddenly lifted. Agatha had finally come to her senses. She had fallen in love again after all these years but were you even real? She had no sense of what was real or fake.

THE GREATEST ♧♡

Summery: Agatha has to make a choice without hurting you.

THE DINER ♤♢♧♡

Summary: Unbeknownst to you, you had the pleasure of being Agatha’s next victim but she takes a liking to you.

Cigarettes out the Window ♢♧♡

Summary: You go into a fight with your parents about your grades and ran to the only safe place you know, Agatha.

Needy ♢

Summary: Agatha finds you touching yourself without permission when she got off work and gives you a much needed punishment.

Hela Odindottir

Too Sweet ♢

Summery: She finds you talking to a guard in the garden and makes you cum until she’s satisfied as a punishment.

Okoye

Lesson ♢

Summary: Okoye thinks you're a spoiled brat and deserve a lesson.

Shuri Udaku

No Escape ♤♢

Summary: You tried to escape but there is no escaping her.

Pretty Little Thing ♤♢

Summary: You were sent on a mission to retrieve vibranium from Wakanda for S.H.I.E.L.D. In the process you get caught by the Black Panther.

Queen Ramonda

You Don’t Deserve To Mourn ♧

Summary: When Ramonda drowns, Shuri blames it on you.

The Set Up ♡

Summary: You work as a scientist in Shuri's lab, and one day the Queen walks in to talk with Shuri and T'Challa about something. You find it impossible to take your eyes off of her. Shuri and T’Challa notice and set you both up.

My Queen ♡♢

Summary: The Queen has been having a stressful day so you help her out.

For Your Own Good ♤♢♡

Summary: “When she was told of her husband’s death she was devastated of course, but the first thing on her mind was you. She couldn’t let another person she loved to get killed, not under her watch. She thought the best way to keep you safe was to have you with her at all times, whether you liked it or not.”

Try That Again ♢

Summary: Ramonda had been busy all day and you wanted attention so you decided to have a bratty attitude but she had none of it.

WWE

Charlotte Flair

Not So Permanent ♢

Summary: After Charlotte is suspended for attacking a ref she goes to your office in hopes to change your mind about her punishment.

Revenge ♧♢♡

Summary: You lost your NXT Championship to Lyra while Rhea was gone and she was not happy. When you didn’t succeed at getting it back she and the rest of TJD left you. You found comfort in someone else who also helped get your revenge.

Workout ♤♡

Summary: You and Charlotte went I the gym. A guy thought it was a good idea to mess with you and Charlotte took care of it.

Still Your Mami ♢

Summary: Charlotte congratulates Rhea after their match in more ways than one.

Rhea Ripley

Always Back To You ♧♢♡

Series Summary: Rhea has a one night stand with none other than the tribal chief Roman Reigns. Eventually that one night stand becomes multiple one night stands and her life gets turned upside down.

You Belong To Me ♢?

Summary: You break a rule and Rhea makes sure you get in line.

Revenge ♧♢♡

Summary: You lost your NXT Championship to Lyra while Rhea was gone and she was not happy. When you didn’t succeed at getting it back she and the rest of TJD left you. You found comfort in someone else who also helped get your revenge.

I’m Your Papi ♢

Summary: Rhea has a new papi.

Roman Reigns

Always Back To You ♧♢♡

Series Summary: Rhea has a one night stand with none other than the tribal chief Roman Reigns. Eventually that one night stand becomes multiple one night stands and her life gets turned upside down.

Other

Larissa Weems

Almost Caught ♢

Summary: You acted like a brat towards Larissa and in the middle of your punishment, your family interrupts.

Nightmares ♡♢

Summary: You have been having nightmares and Larissa wants to help you but in the process, feelings rise up.

Alice Chambers

Reminder ♤♢

Summary: A woman flirts with you at the grocery store and Alice shows you who you belong to.

Harley Quinn

Crazy ♤♢

Summary: You were assigned to be Harley Quinn's new psychiatrist and things take a turn.

[jeyramarie]

You and me?- Alice Chambers x Reader (Part 10) Finale

summary: in Alice we trust

wc: 1,345

warning: mentions of blood, mentions of kidnapping, cursing, abusive relationship, attempted murder, attempted drowning

a/n: and this the finale of this wonderful fic!! thank you to all my loyal readers and i'm so so sorry it took a bit to finish :( it's a bit short but i think it's the closure we all wanted considering how it ended in the film!

anyways, thank you for all the love and happy reading 🦋

Part 1~ Part 2~ Part 3~ Part 4~Part 5~ Part 6~ Part 7~ Part 8~ Part 9~

I whimpered in pain as William pulled me down the hill towards the car. My feet burned against the hot sand. He muttered insults under his breath as his grip became tighter the more I tried to get away from him. 

“I’m gonna fucking kill you.” He said with gritted teeth. “Do you have any idea what this caused me?!” 

William shouted, shaking me violently. “This is going to fucking ruin us… Do you not care about that?! Huh?! Do you feel proud about what you just did?!”

I lazily looked at him and spat on his face, making him lose his grip on one of my arms. “Fuck you.” I whispered. 

A familiar sting crept on my cheek before he gripped my jaw, making me look at him. His eyes were shielded with anger. 

“She won’t find you.” William muttered with gritted teeth before releasing my face to push me towards the passenger side of the car. “You’re gonna be stuck here forever.” 

“I will make every day for you a living hell.” I spat and he pushed me into the passenger’s seat. He slammed the door shut and walked around the car before getting in, immediately pulling out a gun, pointing it directly to my head. William drove like a mad man. Like he already knew what to do once we got home. But all I could do was wonder how Alice was doing. 

The second she left Victory, she sat up gasping for air before looking around in confusion. Jack laid beside her, surrounded by blood. The room was cold and quiet. She looked down at her arms and noticed the bruises as well as the IV drip which she took out immediately. Alice swung her legs over the bed, feeling dizzy as she stood up. Her legs wobbled as she crashed into everything in her way, attempting to reach Jack’s computer. Her vision was a bit blurry and she rubbed her eyes before searching for me on her email. 

All that came up was work related information from the hospital and that gave her an idea. Alice stood from the chair and looked for her phone. It took rummaging all over the apartment to finally find it inside Jack’s sock drawer. Her hands shook as she rummaged through her contacts to find me. 

‘Y/n <3’ it read and a victorious grin appeared on her face. 

A small voice in the back of her head told her to call the number. ‘Maybe someone would answer the phone’ Alice thought to herself. Even she knew that William was in the simulation as well. A part of her heart just hoped someone would answer.  

The phone rang. And rang. And rang. No one answered. But just as her memories came back, she remembered that my location was on her phone. We had decided to do that after our first night out. In case of emergencies. 

Alice looked around on almost every app until she saw it. With blurry eyes, she clicked and saw my picture popped up a few blocks down. There I was. All this time, just 20 minutes away. The blonde stumbled over and grabbd her robe, sliding into her slippers before slowly making her way down the stairs. She winced when the laight of day reached her eyes. It has been years since she stepped outside. Everything was different. Everything was… modern… new. 

A familiar yellow car came into view, making her reach out her arm as she waved for attention. Luckily, a cab pulled over in front of her, allowing Alice to climb inside as she desperately shouted the address. 

“Please be alone, please be alone.” The blonde muttered to herself as the cab got closer to my apartment. 

I was forcefully pushed into the house when Alice arrived. William had a deadly grip on my arm as I fought against it. The house felt hot and heavy. It felt tense. 

“Let go of me!” I shouted, holding onto the bedroom door as he continued to pull me. 

“Shut up.” He groaned in anger, pulling me inside the bedroom which caused me to fall on our carpeted floor. 

‘Our’, it wasn’t ‘our’ anything. It was ‘his’, ‘mine’, but it was never ‘ours’. The whole thing was ‘his’. ‘His’ plan, ‘his’ house, ‘his’ car, ‘his’ control. 

William closed his fist around my hair, pulling me across the floor as I moved my feet violently, attempting to get away. I shouted in pain… and fear. He was probably going to kill me and Alice wasn’t going to find me in time. The bathtub was already full. I remembered that I was planning on taking a bath before this mess happened. Before this chaos started. 

“No… no.. William, no.” I cried as he continued to pull me closer. I knew his intentions. I knew what he was planning on doing. He was going to drown me. 

He let go of my hair and turned my body, making me lay on my back as he stood over me. “Ungrateful whores need to learn… the fucking hard way.” William mumbled. “She’s not gonna find you, Y/n.” 

He pulled me towards the tub, pushing me to kneel beside it before pulling my arms to my back as he pushed my head under the water. The movement was too quick for me to catch a breath and my body moved violently as I attempted to get out of his grip. My screams echoed into the water as it continued to fill up my lungs. 

My chest burned in desperation as it yearned for oxygen every passing second. I threw my hands back, making my nails scratch into his skin, trying to pull him away. My body was turning numb, my head was hazy as I felt myself slip away. I suppose Alice didn’t make it in time. Maybe my apartment was locked and she took a long time to open the-

I suddenly lifted my head, catching a big breath as I felt life fill my lungs once again. The bathtub was gone and I was dry, sitting on my bed with my hands and feet tied up. William laid unconscious next to me with blood dripping down on the mattress. A pair of soft hands cupped my cheeks, turning to face to see Alice. She actually made it. She saved me. 

“Can you hear me?” She asked as her voice broke and I nodded. “Are you okay?” 

“You found me.” I muttered, looking around in disbelief. “You actually found me.” 

“I wasn’t going to rest until I did.” Alice shook her head, wiping her tears away. “What did he do to you?” 

“He was trying to drown me and I-” I sobbed, taking my hand out of the restraint. “I thought you weren’t gonna find me.” 

“I wasn’t going to stop until I did.” The blonde shook her head and sniffled before pulling me towards her. 

“Please help me get out of this.” I mumbled, signalling to my ankles that reamined attached to a belt. Alice pulled the restraint off of me and helped me stand up as I stumbled over everything.

“Let’s go, come on.” She said as we both walked out of the apartment, stumbling down the stairs into the sidewalk where I saw sunlight after God knows how long. 

We walked down to the alleyway where she searched a bag left on the ground and found a few 20 dollar bills. Probably for a taxi. 

“Taxi!” she shouted, sticking her hand on before the yellow car came into view. Alice turned around and pulled by hand, carefully putting inside as she climbed after me. “The nearest hospital, please.” 

"Alice, no-”

“We have to… we don’t know what they did to us..” She whispered and took my hand as I laid my head on her shoulder. Maybe it was my body’s exhaustion, but my eyelids got heavy. 

“You and me?” I heard Alice whisper, causing me to look up at her before leaning in to peck her jaw. 

“Always, you and me.”

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[jacesvelaryons]

Can you write something about Jacaerys velaryon x targaryen wife reader

Where she gives birth to a baby that looks like jace and it bothered alicent but they don't care? :3

Saving Face (Jacaerys Velaryon x Targtower!Reader)

(a/n): i’m sorry this request took over a year but my, what a great idea! i hope you like it

word count: 3.0k

summary: with what was supposed to be a happy moment in the new chapter of your family with jacaerys, only wounds linger when your mother is unhappy with your child's appearance.

warnings: slight angst, family tensions, complicated family relationships, implied incest (the targaryen way), not alicent hightower friendly

request status: OPEN

The joy of his newborn child is nearly eclipsed by the fear that his beloved would be called to face the same humiliation his mother endured upon his birth.

Even in distress, his beautiful wife still looked otherworldly silver hair spun in gold, and with her pale lavender eyes, he would not have that ginger sucker of joy to rob him from this life changing celebration. His relief that his beloved survived the precarious birth, worried about her lithe frame and the prostration it weighed on her during the pregnancy.

His little boy, his beloved son, a fragment of the other half of soul and his own. He is perfect, with his ten little toes and fingers, and he is all his.

Jacaerys is thankful his mother was in the birthing room with him and his wife, breaking protocol (as always) to be with the mother as she went into labour. Without her, he thinks he would’ve been hysterical and lost his mind without her guiding hand and comforting presence in seeing Y/N in distress.

“Where is my mother?” Y/N cradles the babe to her breast, as he suckled in his mother’s warmth and he feels his heart drop to his stomach as her face contorted in disappointment.

The child yearned for nourishment, and the midwives guided the young mother so she could feed the child with her milk.

The Dowager Queen remained unyielding even as her step-daughter arose as Queen, and she was still given some privileges even with her dispute with his mother. The marriage of Jacaerys and Y/N, her youngest daughter, was made as a desperate attempt to patch the two sides together and make peace as his mother sat on the Iron Throne.

Her mother attended the wedding, wearing a dark muted forest green that still appeared obsidian in certain angles, but the flame patterns could not be missed on her gown.

A mockery indeed as if she did not accept his mother’s ascendance to the throne and wanted her small rebellions in forms of cloth, he would not grant her the satisfaction of his reaction, for the sake of the realm and his wife, her daughter. It would be too scandalous to do so.

When his beloved was called abed, all pretense of dignity and calm collapsed underneath him. Whatever confident front he had broke apart as fear consumed him, sweat dripping from his forehead, hands shaking, heart beating wildly as he realized his wife was to cross the barrier between life and death to birth their child.

Seeing Y/N’s clean white robes stained the bed in scarlet as she quickens and the pain increases as the babe nears reminds him of the chills whenever he walks the path from the princess’ chambers to the queen’s, the same path forged in blood when his mother then Princess Rhaenyra, the crown princess and heir to the Throne, had to face the humiliation called upon by her stepmother, now Queen Dowager Alicent.

His blood boils when he sees the auburn former queen walk that path meekly nowadays on her way to see her daughter, as if it was all an act when she had pulled rank and caused so much suffering to his beloved mother. Jacaerys fears his wife, now the Princess of Dragonstone will have to walk those same halls, perform the same walk of shame and mummery with all the courtiers of the Keep to bear witness.

There is no possibility he will allow her to endure the same, he would bring fire and blood to all of Westeros shall she have to face that, yet it brings him relief when he reminds himself that woman is no longer Queen but his mother is, Queen of her own right and first of her name, and yet all the same, that woman is also his mother-in-law, mother to his darling. And grandmother to the child that shares his blood.

Jacaerys never left the side of his wife even when her birth continued onto the hour of the wolf, his hands intertwined with her own, assuring kisses on her temple and cheek and encouraging her when she would cry she wanted to relent. Across from him stood his mother, whose locks resembled her half sister and his wife, an experienced mother who has felt such joy and such sorrow too, with a maternal comfort gained with experience.

He would not allow a woman filled with hate to the brim in her heart to rob him of the joys of fatherhood and the relief of his wife safe and sound after such birth to their babe. Jace felt relief like no other when he began to see the dark haired head of the child crowning, and the guttural, final scream she exerted as the child exited her womb.

Jacaerys comforted and whispered assurances of gratitude and encouragement to his lady wife, that she be reminded how grateful he was of her efforts to grow their family, of her devotion and love for him, and fulfilling her duty with nothing but grace, peppering kisses all over her flushed face.

As he caressed the fine hair of his child much like own while he fed from his mother’s breast, his elated expression dropped as if in a chilling reminder when she asked for her mother. As despicable as that woman was, he could not deny her wishes if it brought her reprieve. Jace smiled and promised her that she would be coming and has been informed of the birth of her new grandchild.

When Y/N was beyond earshot, he approached the young midwife with a hardened gait, grinding through his teeth. “If the Dowager Queen wishes to see the prince, she will make her way here herself. She can walk, can she not?!"

While his wife was preoccupied and in isolation during the last few months of the pregnancy, Jace had made efforts to convince his mother to move the Lady Alicent to the second floor below the palace where the current royal family lived. “To remind her of what she’s done to us and may feel the pain we have endured.” He told Queen Rhaenyra, who was hesitant but accepted afterwards.

Jacaerys marched his way outside the ornate doors where his wife and their babe rested, raising his chin and standing with his chest puffed out, a cold indifferent expression, back straightened and fists clenched white as his wife’s mother made her way up the stairs with difficulty.

In the years since her queenship, the then young queen had begun to develop striking pain all over her body, especially down her spine and legs no matter what the maesters or foreign healers would advise. Jacaerys thought it was fitting for when he would make his mother walk up with him and his newborn siblings, bleeding across the hallways and staircases due to the green queen’s attempt to humiliate them.

Perhaps he is his mother’s son, as diplomatic, gracious, intelligent and cunning as he may be, grudges linger.

He could hear a pin drop as the auburn haired woman nearly stumbled down the final stairs and tripped over her gown, with a few septas rushing over to assist her but he showed no commiseration.

The doors swung open as Alicent limped towards her daughter’s bedside, slightly softening in consolation her daughter was safe in childbirth and the child was kicking like a goat.

“Praise the Mother, my girl.” She brushed her blood-smeared fingers over her silver hair shakily, whispering. He did not miss the glimpse of disappointment when she noticed the dark brown hair of the child, even when the boy had her pale lavender eyes.

Alicent cleared her throat, avoiding the gaze of those around her. “I see that the prince strongly resembles his father.”

Jacaerys’ eyes narrowed in suspicion, instinctively reaching towards the pommel of his Valyrian steel sword. “Is that supposed to be a problem, Dowager?” He stomped forward, hovering above his wife and child.

“Not at all, my prince. He is a handsome boy-”

Queen Rhaenyra noticed the tension beginning to develop and interrupted with a smile. “She means no ill, Jacaerys. Merely an observation.”

“An observation?! She wished to have us named as bastards to replace you as heir with one of her spawns and humiliate you.” He raised his voice, accusatory at his mother’s former adversary, and he could feel Lucerys next to him, pulling him away to calm him.

His wife Y/N, exhausted and delirious from the birth, began to grow pale and overwhelmed from the commotion around her, just as her babe broke out in tears and wailed. The Queen ordered everyone but Jacaerys to exit the room and give the family their space. The door shut with a thunderous thud.

…

Hours later, the midwives finished cleaning up the afterbirth, bathed and cleaned the lady and the child before they both fell asleep in new linen sheets and fed.

Jacaerys never left his young family’s side, despondent he had lost his cool, distressing his family during a vulnerable moment, turning what should have been a celebration into an altercation.

He cringed as he could only imagine what the murmurs and whispers about his behaviour and the events that followed with his wife’s mother would share about him. He had brought this upon himself and his family.

AS Y/N began waking from her first rest since the labours, he turned to her as soon as he could hear her rise from her sheets, reaching for her hands in his.

“I have failed you, wife. I should have protected you but I have only raised in anger over old wounds and created altercations when I should have.” Jacaerys felt his tears brim, cheeks red with ignominy and shame.

Her eyes fluttered awake, still weary from the long delivery but visibly more rested already. She shook her head in understanding with an enervated sigh.

“I understand your relationship with my mother has been tense, for what she had done to Her Grace and your family. But I can assure her she has changed, if she is not with me, she is on the knees at the Sept begging for forgiveness and giving alms-”

“She looked at our son the same way she used to look at me and my brothers as children, when she would use her tongue to call us bastards! I fear she will do the same to you and the boy. What good will alms do if she still wishes to see me and our son six feet under ground for the colour of our hair!?” Jacaerys exclaimed, lips quivering in fear as he felt tears brim in his eyes.

Y/N brought their son closer to her arms, only comforted by the sight of her child and her beloved.

“I will handle her, trust me. She thinks I do not pay attention to these things, but I do.” She reaches her free hand to his, unmoving to not wake the babe and squeezes his larger palms into her own.

Jacaerys sniffles, wiping his tears with his sleeve. “I do not wish to drive you apart from your mother, my love. I only worry about you and our family’s safety, and the throne. That you and our son may not suffer on my behalf.”

Their son had just begun to fall asleep in her arms, and she began bouncing him instinctively, quickly gaining the ropes of what it took to be a good mother. Jacaerys knew she would be nothing like her own mother, eagerly learning from his mother Queen Rhaenyra, speaking with other royal and noble mothers and even listening to wet nurses and nannies on how to rear children best.

“Are you sure you can handle this conversation? Would you like me outside or in the room with you?” He asks with uncertainty, not entirely confident with his wife even with her own mother.

The wife of the heir to the Iron Throne and Princess of Dragonstone nods fiercely. “You forget I am a dragon too. We do not bow to these snakes that suck from their prey.”

…

In the overmorrow on the first day of spring, Y/N had just put her son in his cradle, handcrafted in limestone and marble with seahorses and dragons, lined with sheets of silk with pearls and aquamarines, befitting the future King, and the scion of Houses Targaryen and Velaryon.

She hummed as she watched him sleep, having gone through feeding him herself to the surprise of the wet nurses she had followed through, unlike most royalty. She swore she would leave nursing and care to others if she had no other choice.

Underneath sat the hearth of the magenta and mauve swirled dragon egg surrounded by pieces of coal, emitting whirls of smoke that signified the life alive in those eggs. The egg was special as it was the first from her young ride, a nervous flighty thing who only managed to hatch when she found out she was expecting herself, rarely only having one dragon when most on Dragonstone laid many.

As she hums old Valyrian nursery hymns from the crypts of ancient Valyrian text retrieved from the tombs of the Keep’s libraries, she recognizes the steps of her mother without a glimpse.

In her jade hued robes, Lady Alicent was quaint yet undaunted to remind the court of her former standing as once the queen who ruled these halls. A black veil hid part of her auburn hair that turned to flames in certain lighting.

Her mother grimaces with a smile that does not reach her eyes, but relief is painted all over her being. “You are well, daughter? I presume so is the babe.”

Y/N curtly interrupts her. “The babe is your grandson, my child when I am your flesh and blood, mother. Most importantly, he is the future heir to the throne, second in line to my husband.”

Alicent frantically fidgets with her fingers, tugging at her old emerald rings in consternation.

“Of course, yes. His name, Aemon, is fitting for a future monarch.” She could hear the strain in her mother’s words, laced with lies. All her life she had learned those sealed with malice and deceit.

“You forget yourself, mother. My husband and my children are of the blood of the dragon, as do I. You do not understand the ways of the dragon, in your jealousy of wanting to unseat my sister and put Aegon on the throne. Your attempts to disgrace and dispossess my future husband and his brothers has brought the Stranger hanging over mine and my own son’s head!” Y/N chides in betrayal, voice tinged with disbelief her mother would do such a thing.

“Y/N-”

“I could not believe you, mother, that you still harbour such ill will after many years. My marriage with Jacaerys should have buried whatever disagreements you may have had with Queen Rhaenyra, but you value imbuing hate and division on this house more than choosing the peace and stability of this kingdom!”

“Your husband and your son are unbecoming of what Targaryen princes are supposed to look like-” The Dowager attempted to reason, but was impeded as her daughter held an imposing hand towards her.

“Unbecoming? Have you not glimpsed into a mirror? You are nothing of what a Targaryen queen should be, a mere second son’s daughter who brought nothing of value to the throne, and only sought discord to advance her family. Who replaced the Targaryen tapestries with ones of the Seven in hopes of bringing your radicalism to the rest of the kingdom!”

Guards barge in the doors of the babe’s nursery, their armour and swords clattering loudly in the quiet hall.

“What is the meaning of this?”

Y/N coldly turns away from her mother, even as she frowned the same way she would. “By order of the Princess of Dragonstone with the seal of approval of the Prince of Dragonstone and the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms,

I order your arrest for treason, and insubordination not only for your past grievances but your efforts to call my son a bastard. You will be stripped of your privileges of Queen Dowager, and turned into a septa who will serve the Seven for all her days.”

The former queen is astonished, struggling among the grips of the soldiers who surround her. “Daughter, you are mistaken, please do not do this to me. For all I have sacrificed for this realm and for your father, you must understand why I am the way I am.” She pleaded on her knees, hands clasped as she cried for mercy.

“No, you have served your ambitions and my late grandsire’s treacherous longing for power and the throne, that you would put the Hightower banners and replace Targaryen customs with the Seven and southern ways, that you would tear the kingdom apart for it. I have given you too many chances, forgiving you and turning the cheek in hopes you have accepted it and at least been happy for me, but I am a fool. I am not as forgiving as my father was to your digressions!”

Y/N paced slowly around her mother, sorrow on her face, but no regret or forgiveness.

“You are lucky I will not be putting you in a cell, because for better or for worse, you are still the mother who birthed me. But you would understand, there is nothing a mother would do to grant protection to her children.”

The princess dazed into the window, grasping onto the rails as she heard her mother being dragged out the halls and stripped of her royal ordinances. She could feel herself biting into her nails nervously after years of no longer doing so.

Jacaerys sauntered carefully, approaching his wife with comfort, rubbing her shoulders and bringing her into his arms, looking down at their son as he slept.

“Was I not too cruel, Jace?” She whimpered, weeping into his arms as she was devastated at whether treating her own kin in such a way was a fatal mistake.

He rests his chin on the top of her head before pressing kisses on her temple. “I understand why this troubles you, wife. As abominable and misguided she was, you still are her blood, her daughter.”

She glimpsed at her son, cooing at him as he quietly sleeps. “As a mother, I want to be nothing like her. My son will never be safe while she is around.”

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Also found some of the dom Alice chambers smut I was working on a long time ago

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Coming soon

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Letting go is harder than you think; Jack Chambers:

*Mentions of overprotectiveness, smothering, close relationships on edges, angst, a bit of a controlling parent (Jack), sadness, depression and some grief. And also some fluff with baby Roger and Jack's relationship with him.*

From the moment Jack's steady touch traced the soft smooth skin of his son, a deep bond formed. That day forward, his agape love for Roger never failed. Even on his worst days and moments, a harsh word or action never left his lips and would dare not to cross his mind, even for a second.

Looking into those spirited green orbs brought life into his own. The way Roger's miniature hands wrapped around Jack's lone finger sent a pitter-pattering of a throbbing heartbeat. No one could deny the special relationship Jack shared with both his children. But especially Roger. Likewise the same could be said for Alice and Susan.

Jack just had this complex relationship with Roger, especially at a time period where fathers were meant to be more tough and rigid in their demands of their children, especially their sons. But Jack was the complete opposite. He invested so much time, energy, emotion, money and even his own health- as did Alice- into his kids.

But he worked extra hard to install affection into Roger by setting a tender example in the way he made a 'man' out of him. The emotional attachment he had towards his little boy was shatterproof. The two were inseparable. It would be Jack holding Roger in his little sling and them exploring the world together.

Tummy time would be filled with laughs and tickles, as Jack would hold Roger up to the ceiling with his feet on his tummy and his arms stretched out holding his little ones in his own. The toddler would stare down into his father's playful eyes with ones of his own; the same frisky ones that he attained from Jack.

Then snack time would be made with yummy but healthy little foods that Jack would get Roger to taste test. Of course sneaking in the occasional ice cream treat for him too. Then of course diaper changes were made for Roger to feel better instead of fussy from the cool air and the full diaper that was swiftly changed into a fresh one.

Bedtime routines were filled with soft voices, gentle laughter, and a sentimental bedtime story and a ardent kiss would be planted to one of Roger's chubby cheeks or forehead. Jack would coo an "I love you," to lift Roger into his dreamworld for the night.

The bonding of father and son didn't end there. Baby Roger would be carried around in his baby carriage for a morning stroll around the block with Jack before he would send himself to work and allow Alice to catch up on her sleep so she could be up and ready for Susan. Jack loved Roger more than anything on this planet and never failed to show or prove that.

Late night cuddles from bad dreams, Kisses for boo boo's on knees, bedside worries for fevers and forbearance for turbulent tantrums. But all was done for love. Love that flourished within the two.

But the pangs were just beginning. Roger.....just didn't feel any uses for it anymore. He wanted more adult treatment, for Jack to loosen the umbilical he tied tightly to each other and wasn't about to let go either. So the eight year old started to rebel. Harder than he ever had before.

The tension of not having the measure of independence he wanted- despite most of it unreasonable- started cracking into an overwhelming gap between the two. To make matters worse, that harder Roger pushed, the more Jack would pull back. It wasn't just a matter of safety that concerned Jack and Alice....but it was also a deep rooted fear Jack had brewing inside of him like a loch ness monster that was waiting to sprew up from the depths of the lake and swallow up as many as possible.

That fear was a vivid nightmare for Jack......losing Roger. Not in a cynical, woebegone image of death, but in a metaphorical scene, drenched in a heartsick, forlorn dismissal of Jack from Roger. Him not needing his father anymore and thus severing ties to him. Just the thought made Jack disturbed. Sure, he knew it would be a selfish and poisonous excuse to use in holding back his child from reaching his full potential, but it just wasn't that simple.

Susan and Roger were his life. And imagining one without them just wasn't possible. He could cope although a bit herculean with Susan growing up. She of course was his little princess and he couldn't see her as anything else, but he still saw the mature young lady she was trying hard to blossom into. Roger on the other hand, didn't help his case. He wasn't as mature and still needed extensive guidance.

Roger saw things differently. He felt Jack didn't wanna believe that he was growing up and was choosing to see him as the little two year old who still wore diapers. He wanted more from the hollow bubble he was in and put more space between his father and started spending more time with his friends. This made Jack suspicious, so he didn't hesitate to question or even spy on Roger a little to see what was going on.

His V.I.P backstage passes were now back row seats with heads bobbing up down; constantly in the way of seeing the full show. Well Jack finally reached a boiling point. This time he decided he would be the one to take Roger and Susan to school. "Oh thank you honey, that would help so much! I have to get the whole shower set up for Margret. She's getting married in two weeks and I need to get a move on if I'm going to get all the decorations she wants."

Jack kissed his pretty wife's temple. "I'll see you when I get home." He grabbed his oak colored suitcase and made a dash for the car only a couple minutes before the kids. Pulling up to the school, Jack's eyes darted to the rearview mirror.

"Alright guys, have a wonderful day at school, I love you both,"

"Love you too daddy!" Susan pecked a kiss to Jack's cheek. "Love you too dad," Roger patted Jack's shoulder and tried for the car door. "Oh, I have some important papers I'm supposed to give to the heads office- a work thing- so.....I'm going to go inside with you."

Roger gave a scunnered eye roll before begrudgingly agreeing. The walk inside was on tenterhooks to say the least. The constant struggle of Jack reaching for Roger's hand and Roger snatching it away, raised tension in Jack, leading him to make a final grab and squeezing it a little so Roger couldn't let go.

"I like holding you hand." Jack said with a fond tone, only for it to be bitterly slapped away with a complete cold shoulder from his son. Upon reaching Roger's locker, Jack stood beside him; gazing at him with soppy eyes. He smiled to himself thinking of Roger's very first day of school. The little boy in a white polo shirt, blue shorts and a red baseball cap.

"Daddy will see you after school champ, he has to go to work. But I promise, after school, I'll be home waiting for you with a big hug and kiss and nice game of catch." A cheeky smile distended across his little face before falling into a hug with Jack's arms reached out. He smooshed his chubby cheek into Jack's puckered lips; smooching his little face all over.

Jack's thoughts disintegrated upon hearing the locker slam of his son. "Bye dad," "Wait, woah....what about your kiss?" An irked Roger only stopped dead in his tracks, becoming furious by the minute hearing the snickering of his classmates. "Raincheck." He gritted through his teeth. How could he be so clueless? Roger picked at his agitated thoughts, like an itchy scab that was trying to heal.

But Jack didn't take no for an answer. He followed Roger into the classroom and kissed his cheek while hugging him tightly. For Jack, it was a nostalgic moment brought back to life of the cherished memories he shared with his son. But Roger......well, if looks could kill, Jack would be 6 feet under and burned by now. Roger's deep umbrage made his soft warm cuddly skin turn cold blooded like a preying snake; ready to sink its teeth into nescient flesh, ready to devour it whole.

"Bye Rogie." Jack whimsically said, before disappearing out the doorway. Roger's stomach turned into this deep rooted knot. His lungs were running out of pressure and the phobia of not being accepted seemed to be coming closer and closer towards him like a fire that slowly burns the trail of rope that it passes.

He took heavy steps to his desk; head hanging low with affront and infamy. Roger seethed with odium at his father. The whole lesson, he wasn't even focused on the judging stares from his classmates. His mind led him to merry-go-round the spite he had for Jack's obsessive fidelity. Of course his overreaction lead to Roger producing scenarios to a diabolicalness movie scene in which a woman holds her lover captive out of 'love' and even kills him because of it!

Granted, Roger's overactive imagination would be the only logical reasoning for such a grim, monstrosity mental picture show to detail something so far fetched that even Roger had to laugh.

But the ferocious feeling of suffocation was nothing to laugh about. Even Jack knew his public display of affection was a bit over the top, but yet that didn't seem to shudder the excuse of closeness with his son away. In fact, everything reminded Jack of little Roger; his little baby picture of him playing on the swings, his first bowl of ice cream and the two little diminutive baby teeth that protruded from the bottom gums that counted as his first ones, were all a simple feeling of utopia that eroded inside of Jack.

"Jack, what are you smiling about?" The man hadn't even noticed his deep dimples were parading. "Oh, nothing...just this baby picture of my son." Frank nodded with a basked smile; body casually relaxed. "Yeah, I'll tell ya....you know my brother's son is already going off to college," The mention of any symbolization of growth make a deep shudder slither through Jack, like a sinister thought had entered his mind. "Yep....he's already picked himself out a girl too. They grow so fast, don't they?"

Jack gave a tight lipped smile before burying his head into the piles of paperwork at his desk.

At home, Roger had arrived only a little after Susan. She was already blabbing about the history test she had and how hard it was, while Roger only gave Susan reserved answers before marching up to his room. Jack had arrived with a huge family sized bucket of chicken from KFC. "I'm home!" He said, almost melodic. It only took him 2 seconds to realize Roger was missing. "I'll get him."

"Hey buddy!" Roger let out a repugnant low hiss in irritation of Jack once forgetting to knock. "Dinner's here, I bought KFC." Roger's head perked up at the sound of that. His stomach growled louder than a lion's roar. "So, what'd you do at school today? Anything fun?" Roger shrugged, "Same." Well that's interesting Jack thought. He invited himself next to Roger, wrapping his arm around him.

"Maybe one of these days, we could catch a game together?" Roger nodded, not breaking his gaze on the floor for one minute to look at Jack. "You know?" Roger only hummed a response; looking up to Jack's eyes finally. But they weren't full of excitement of admiration like they did 5 years ago. Now they were aloof and cavalier only agreeing to end the conversation. Jack panicked internally. So to ease his fear, he walked Roger down to dinner, hand in hand like old times.

Roger silently scoffed at this, unamused with Jack's attempts to bond. The dinner table was filled with happy chatter and comments from Alice, Jack and Susan. Roger kept rigid focus on his meal, only giving varying glances up from his plate and to Alice's eyes; as he was across from her. "So, Roger what's going on with you?" Jack had interrupted Roger's protest of silence.

Roger bit his lip and swallowed the remainder of the dinner that was in his mouth. "Oh, nothing really....I guess the highlight was Makie had secretly taken a ruler from the teacher's desk." Jack sweetly listened intently, not flapping his focus from Roger. He had this fatherly smile pressed tightly on his face. But Roger kept his attention towards Susan and Alice....he would glance at Jack.

Jack grated at this type of rejection. So he would buckle down harder and decided to fancy up a bedtime story for Roger; along with setting his pajamas out for when he emptied out from the shower. "Hey sweetie, ready for a bedtime story?" Roger pursed his lips. "Uh, may-"

"I've got Peter Rabbit, Goldilocks, Harry and the dirty dog..." Roger knowing he couldn't escape this, chose Harry and the dirty dog. Jack felt a sense of satisfaction from Roger giving into his distant act, but yet failed to mollified Roger himself into the same euphoric outlook.

Roger sat sulkingly a couple spaces apart from Jack on the bed in his cloud themed pj's. He barely even looked at the pictures, only looking astray almost with shame and spleen. Anger because of Jack smothering him; forcing him to retort to babyish ways as a pick in keeping him controlled; keeping Jack happy and content.

Mom gives me space, Roger thought, Why can't dad? Jack finished the story, but the charade didn't end there. Roger found himself being lifted into his bed, covers being tucked tightly under his nose and his teddy bear smushed next him. The topper on the cake was Jack's puckering lips being rammed into Roger's cheek; forcing the screeching whistle and loving hum of a kiss being planted to evaporate through Roger's blushing face.

Jack's lips were finally sucked off his boy's face and coupled with a cooing of: "Sleep tight teddy bear, I love you." Roger's face was soiled in a tight frown; eyebrows pinched in a deep dour. Roger ejected himself upright and aggressively wiped his cheek or any residue of Jack's love. He growled and turned over with a brewing bitterness, groveling around inside of him; ready to spew out like a jack in the box.

The anger only grew as Jack would be up at the school, delivering Roger's teddy bear hat because he "might catch a cold." Or making him hold hands with him while crossing the street and not letting him watch the new monster movie that had come out. The icing on the cake was when Roger caught Jack listening in on a phone call with Simon.

"I was just worried." Was his excuse. But it blew up into a huge disagreement leading Roger to call Jack "a possessive, overprotective busybody," and Jack hustling out a stern: "Don't speak to me like that young man!" Followed by: "I have a right to know what's going on and it's hard for me to trust you when you don't let me in."

It went back and forth like that until Roger stormed upstairs and slammed his bedroom door and Jack pounded his fist on the kitchen counter. Both of the Chambers men had irascible temperaments at crotchety times. Except, Jack's was a protective papa bear mixed with angst of just simply wanting his little boy back, while Roger's was of an angst pubescent who just wanted a bite of the outside world beyond the caves of his family.

In the morning, Roger darted out of the house at a premature hour and strolled to school with a somber tone to his stride. The damp sky allied with Roger's murky attitude; his hands in his pockets, slumped over lazily and looking at the ground in a rebellion to watching what was in front of him.

Which is what sent him bumping into Mila Murphey. "Watch it Roger!" Roger blinked, taken aback by her stern face. "Sorry." He trailed off before continuing to his locker. "Roger!" Susan hot on his tail came running up to him. "What's wrong?" He shrugged, "What do you mean?"

"You skipped breakfast this morning and left for school super early! You hate school, why would you do that?" "Look Susan, I just have a lot on my plate right now okay?"

Susan shook her head before diverting her eyes towards the ground. "You know....I can talk to dad if you wan-" "No! I mean...." Roger continued, "Just let me handle it. It's obvious dad's not backing down from this so I will fight this. Don't worry about it okay?" Susan felt this unnerving pinch in her gut. "Okay...." Her voice drifted.

Roger started away from his locker. "Roger wait!" He turned. "Before you go.....just know that.....mom and dad love us both very much...they're worried about you."

Suddenly the collar around Roger's shirt felt tight. Those words sunk in more than they should've. It wasn't until the middle of class when Roger realized he had belched from the house so fast that he had forgotten his lunch. He dug through the pockets of his jeans for any money for lunch. None. Oh well, there was always his backpack.

In fact, Roger didn't even feel that hungry anyway. His stomach was in such a tight knot that it would be for the best to not challenge it.

Meanwhile at the office, Jack's hair was practically falling out. His fingers ran through his hair so hard, that little strands would come out one by one out onto his desk. Jack's eyes went from the project papers laid out on his desk, to the family photo that neighbored beside it and finally to the clock on his office wall.

Why didn't Roger stay for breakfast? He doesn't have his lunch with him...is he being bullied? These were all thoughts that raced through Jack's mind like bullets in a race. But his mind was made up...on his lunch break, Jack would bring Roger his lunch. He couldn't conjure the idea of Roger sitting with nothing to eat in the lunchroom.

Jack thought back to when he was a little boy and he had made the same mistake. His father didn't even bother. "Well I guess you'll learn not to waste food now boy?"

Jack swallowed harshly recalling the lecture his father rammed into him based off a notion of a silly innocent human nature mistake. It took years for Jack to realize his father was just bitter. But as a father now, he couldn't even dream of saying such a thing to his children. Especially when they're starving.

But despite the well meaning intentions, the earlier gray sky, now had become one of cloudburst. Rain pricked the ground mercilessly making it impossible for Jack to do any food delivery. So Roger sat alone, nibbling off a half eaten granola bar in his backpack. Well, he turned back to his early ponder of not being hungry anyway.

Roger glanced over to Bryce Macmillan and his friends. A mixture of euphoria over the dream of adulthood and dread from the resistance of his father made Roger's stomach quack. The emotions were too much to handle as he was pressed face to face with the wrestle of breaking free from the smothering of Jack. He was underwater, unable to breathe in and out to ease the pressure of no oxygen.

The stress.....it all sent the boy into a bellyaching spiral. Claustrophobia set in and the walls became narrow and thick. The laughter of his classmates shot louder and louder.....then there was Jack.....standing on one end of the gym with a baby book and a sippy cup of warm milk and on the other stood and ferocious beast; fangs dripping to his chin, eyes harboring a savage stare, chest puffed ready to attack. It held the fear of falling fast, deep into the pangs of maturity: going out late, dating, driving, middle school, high school, being exposed to all the things he had been taught to avoid.

And then the floor disappeared; a big hole opening up, about to swallow Roger whole with only a tightrope choice of choosing Jack's hand back into baby land, or the beasts forward into a whole new world of becoming an adult.

The hole threw Roger in before he could make any decision and suffocated him to his demise. Blackness.

He banged on the invisible glass, screaming, begging for help. But no one could hear him....no one could see him....no one could help him. Bubble gurgled of Roger's breath being cut short and then sinking deeper and deeper with no one....Susan, Alice, Jack.....all gone.

And so was Roger. He was suffocated by the monster of his battles.

A loud sharp gasp shook his whole dream.

Roger woke up to the ground. He had fallen over in the middle of his egregious fantasy. Roger rubbed his head before getting back up and following his classmates back to class.

The walk home consisted of Roger holding his backpack over his head from the downpour. The rain pecked at his skin like a glass rain was taking it's revenge against the bitter heat of city. Roger's tummy growled incensed the longer his slow steps took one after another with each other. Upon arrival, Roger's eyes zeroed in on neither of the cars being in the driveway.

It snapped in his head that Alice had probably driven to school to pick them up so they wouldn't have to brave the cold winds of the storm. It had to have been 20 minutes until Roger's legs went numb and his fingers damp and sore from holding the backpack for so long, until the sight of Jack and Alice's cars pulled into the driveway.

Roger's stomach turned as he knew how angry they'd be seeing him stand there by himself. But...he didn't eat lunch, so surely his mind wasn't right from that. "I just got home." He blurted out. But of course, that didn't stop Jack from running out of the car and wrapping his suit jacket around him. Once the door was unlocked, Roger was ordered a hot shower and dry clothes.

Roger was surprised with his family's calm reaction to such a careless, foolish choice.

"I'm worried about Roger...." Alice helped Susan's jacket off. Jack nodded, "I don't know what's gotten into him, but I'm gonna find out." Susan let out a small sigh. She knew how hard of a time her brother was having with the whole 'growing up' thing and much it knocked him down in the dumps because of Jack's silent protests to it. But Susan knew well enough that it was just his way of keeping Roger close to him and not losing him to insubordinate friends or a charming crush.

Roger getting out of the shower gave Susan to march upstairs and set her brother straight. "Roger, we need to talk....at least before dad gets to you."

He scoffed putting his shirt on. "About what? And what do you mean before dad gets to me?" "I mean that dad wants to know why you've been so distant. You're not talking or being sociable...you're not like yourself Roger and even I'm getting worried."

Roger took a deep sigh, "It's dad...he won't stop treating me like a baby! Mom accepts that I'm growing up, but dad doesn't! It's a tug-of-war between getting him to accept that and....." Susan listened intently, "Or getting some of the older kids approval. I'm not basing my entire reason of being grown up on that, but it's embarrassing when you still have to hold your dad's hand everytime you cross a street at times," Roger continued.

"All I want is to be treated my age for once and I'm utterly sick and tired of dad refusing to do that! He won't let me be capable of anything and any little mistake I make, he uses that as ploy to add to his masterplan of making me his baby forever!" Roger sat down on his bed and put his head in his hands.

"Well, I can understand that Roger.....but I can also see dad's perspective," Roger looked up, "How?"

"Well.......you are his baby though Roger. I mean it's hard for anyone who's changed your diapers or fed you or wiped your face when you were younger to just see you as this adult overnight. And I think in some ways you're expecting that to happen." Roger scoffed.

"Roger, dad has put eight years and counting of love into you. He's always been by your side and seeing you reject him like that of course isn't gonna sit well with him-"

"Who said anything about rejecting him?!" Susan gave Roger a look. "You don't have to say it, you kinda just show it when you give him the cold shoulder or just flat out ignore him."

"Look, I know dad may have his ups and downs with this, but I can't help it if he feels insulted or takes my need for independence as a threat! He acts like I'm holding a gun to his head!"

"Roger, dad's not trying to be controlling. He was the same way with me, but....once he saw that I still loved him and that didn't change then he became more casual with it."

A knock on the door interrupted the conversation. "Susan, I'd like to talk to Roger alone please." Susan excused herself and now once again Roger and Jack were forced to talk. "Hey," Roger gave a nod.

"Roger, I know that sometimes we face challenges in life that make us tighten up...for example, bullies. They can make anyone feel scared. And I just want you to know that you can talk to me about anything......although I do have one question...who's Jennifer?"

Roger's gut grabbed ahold of his throat. "What? Jennifer?" "Is she a girl you like?" Roger's eyes blazed fire inside. He's never told anyone about a Jennifer.....only his journal.

That was it. Roger's vivid green eyes became ones of dilated fury. "Tell you anything?! You'll just go through my journal anyway! What next, bug my bedroom with some stupid baby monitor?!"

Jack blinked in shock at the sudden change in his son's demeanor. "Don't talk to me like that Roger, and definitely don't yell at me,"

"What about the way you invade my personal space? No one's obligated to do anything that extreme in the name of 'love' if that's what you're going to say," Roger hissed. "Okay, first off Roger, I do those things from genuine love. I love you and love spending time with you and talking....I want my little boy back,"

"I'm not your little boy anymore!" Roger said, through gritted teeth, "I've got my own life now, and friends and interests rather than reading Peter Rabbit or suckling down warm milk with cookies and having their 'boo-boo's' kissed or their cheeks pinched. I don't need my hand held with this super cheesy grin and these nostalgic memories of baby Roger doing this, baby Roger doing that...God, I can't stand that! You treat me like a baby and....I can't take it anymore!"

"Well I don't like my own son treating me like I'm nothing more but a nuisance in his life! I can't stand it when you ignore me, dismiss me or just plain old strategize to get away from me! And I know this has to be coming from those friends of yours and that girl too! Why else?!" Jack said that last part out loud to himself.

"See, right there! You can't stand the thought of me growing up so you blame everyone like I'm on this downfall when really it's you losing control dad! You're insulated at my having my own life and cutting off the dependence from you!"

"Roger," Jack warned. "Stop it!"

"It's my life! And you can't take that away from me!" Jack frowned even harder, "I never was!"

"You just say that but real-"

"I'M INSULATED WHEN YOU CUT ME OUT OF IT! NO ROGER IT'S NOT EASY FOR ME TO ACCEPT! AND DO YOU KNOW WHY? IT'S BECAUSE THE MORE WORLD YOU EXPLORE, THE MORE I DISAPPEAR! HOW CAN YOU GIVE UP SOMEONE YOU LOVE WITH YOUR WHOLE HEART AND SOUL?!" Jack put his hands over his mouth in utter disgust with himself for screaming at the top of his lungs at his own child.

But Roger still kept a rigid frown on his face, but not one of anger....more of concern and aghast. "Wow." He said silently. "I-I'm sorry Roger....I shouldn't have lost my temper."

Roger looked down, "Me neither......I love you too though." Jack rubbed his eyes, "Thank you."

"You won't disappear.....I mean....I'll probably still need you." Roger's lungs became heavy.....the floor became watery and the walls thick and small again. Jack looked sadly into his son's eyes. One minute, those eyes were filled with anger and frustration to how to express such a deep rooted sorrow in a way for Roger to understand.

The walls kept closing in, and the feeling of suffocation and rising waters hit Roger again...it was now or never. The beast and his father were now all waiting for his culminating decision.

"I don't really wanna grow up that fast," The waters still kept getting higher and higher..."I-I want to be treated my age...." Roger was drowning again, the beast swimming after him....claws ready to attack....

"I'm more angry at growing up then I am with you dad. And I'm sorry for being so stupid about it! I love all those things you do for me and I........I could never leave you behind. I love you too much to do that." The waters started receding. The beast now evaporating. Roger's eyes filled with tears that had now dripped onto the floor. The high expectations Roger threw on himself were just out of fear, but not a genuine want. He needed Jack more than ever during this time.

Jack threw his arms around Roger for a tight hug. "I know, I know," He cooed. "I felt that way too. But I promise....it gets better. And I'll give you your space....I'm sorry I read your journal and listened in on your conversations on the phone."

"It's alright dad. I overreacted." Jack kissed Roger's forehead. "Can I still kiss you?" Roger smiled and nodded. The two shared a long hug. "How about we get some food into that tummy of your's?"

The thought of food sent Roger rushing downstairs for a sandwich. He hadn't eaten all day. Jack smiled to himself before walking after Roger. The thought of Roger growing up didn't seem so tense anymore....out of anything, Jack was ready for it. And so was Roger.

*This one was soooooo good because it really highlighted the inner demons that both Jack and Roger faced.*