#Big daddy back in town fellas

[lxrdboxmxn]

´´ I'm not hearing any laughter ... You know what we do when daddy tells a joke . ´´

[creelkobblelaufeyson69]

Three times

Warnings: smut (cause I’ve got daddy issues)

Note: this is consensual, don’t worry!

She was waiting for family to return to their big house. She had found herself being the house sitter while her mom, dad, and brothers go out to eat. It was a new house as well, and she knew that this place was haunted before even finding out it could potentially be

A nice house like this suddenly on the market? That seemed way too good to be true. She was happy though that she was only helping her family move into the place, and could leave soon. She didn’t have a good relationship with her parents, but what lured her into helping was how it gave off a feeling to her that she couldn’t describe

She’s been wanting to go into the attic since she’s arrived as well. She hadn’t had a clue what could be drawing her attention like this, but she didn’t want to find out. She thought it would be a safer option to stay away from the attic

Adam and Barbara didn’t want to scare her off already, because she seemed much more chill than her family members. But they also didn’t want to scare the young boys. Barbara didn’t think summoning Beetlejuice was a good idea either for this job

But luckily for the couple, Beetlejuice has other plans. He’s seen what the eldest daughter looked like, and has definitely taken a liking in her. He knew he didn’t have much time to be alone with her in the house either. He was determined to get her up in the attic as well, so he just waits in the model for her to come in

It was getting later in the afternoon, and her family still hadn’t returned yet. At this point out of pure boredom and curiosity, she finally goes upstairs. Once she reaches the attic door, she takes out the key that opens any door in the house that was meant to be given to her father

But she couldn’t see herself letting the keys go. She easily unlocked the attic door, because Adam and Barbra were currently talking to Juno. Beetlejuice had noticed she was inside of the attic now, and smirks

“Hey, over here!” He calls her over, which makes her look directly at him. She crouches down to be at his level, which makes him feel a certain way. Whatever strong connection she felt was definitely present, and now she’s realizing it’s him who she was having a strong connection to

“My, you’re a handsome little fella” she says confidently, which makes him smirk. “I can grow bigger if you’d want me too. You just gotta say my name three times” he flirts, which makes her blush

“I’ve never had sex with a dead person before” she admits, which makes him smirk. “Well there’s a first time for everything, right?” She nods her head, and then asked what his name was. Soon a sign shows up pointing towards his head with his name on it three times

“Beetlejuice” she starts, which makes him continue to smirk. “Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice” he had vanished from the model of the town. She looks confused, until she heard a record playing in the background. She follows where the music lead her to, and found herself in the guest bedroom she’s currently staying in

When she enters, the bed had dead rose petals around it. A sexual song played on the record, and the lights were off. But Beetlejuice wasn’t in the room. Confused by the random disappearance, she was about to leave until the door slams shut on her

“You know, it’s been a while since I’ve fucked someone who’s living” he says out of nowhere, which makes her look at him. He was lying naked on the guest bed, which took her by surprise. “And fallen for someone who’s alive as well” she walks over towards her bed, with every intent of letting him claim her

Her clothes come off of her now, and she now laid underneath him. He kisses her on her lips, which makes her return the kiss. His hand goes down to her pussy, and he felt how wet she was for him. He pulls apart now, and grins. “You’re all wet for a dead guy. How exotic” he says as he places his hand back onto the comforter

Without any more waiting, he goes into her. Her hands intertwined with his as her head arches back. A moan left her now as he begins to thrust at an abnormal speed. The bed was squeaking as his lips attack her neck with hickeys

“Bee” she moans out, which makes him amused by the nickname given to him. He moans loudly, which made her happy that she was the only one in the house. She came all over him, without any warning. He stops, and pulls out of her

She was tired already, but he had just gotten started. He lowers himself to be facing her pussy now, and begins to lick her. Her legs comfortably wrapped around him as his tongue begins to vibrate against her

She was shocked by the action, but then remembered she was being fucked by a ghost. He continues to lick her with his tongue vibrating, which drove her to her second orgasm. Satisfied with her coming a second time, he stops

She now didn’t care that she was sleepy, and needed more pleasure now. He comes back to laying on top of her, and makes her look at him now. “I’m gonna fuck you harder this time, okay?” She simply nods her head, and soon he was back in her

His thrusting the same pace, but his cock was vibrating this time. She came already with moaning the nickname she had given him, which makes him also let himself come this time. She had to wait a while before he came in her. He gets out of her, and laid down next to her

Unaware how much time had passed, her thoughts were on her family. His thoughts were on how wonderful that experience was, and wished she could stay longer. But then a brilliant idea came to his head if he wanted to leave the afterlife

Clothes appeared on him, and now he’s standing. Her attention was definitely on him now. She sits up to see where this was going. “I need to tell you something very important” he started, which makes them slightly nervous about where this was going

“I-“ the phone goes off in the background, which throws her off guard. Clothes reappeared onto her as she stands up. “Just one second” she goes downstairs, with him following along. When she got to the phone, she picks it up from its holder and places it close to her ear

She wasn’t expecting a phone call, or a phone call to inform her that her family was dead. She went as pale as he was, and felt like fainting. The cause of death was unknown, but now this place had no owner again. She placed the phone back to end the call. “What were you gonna say, Bee?” She asked as tears came rolling down her cheeks

“Well it depends, what just happened?” She explained to him what had happened. A twinge of guilt sneaks into him, but he needed to leave the afterlife somehow. “I need to get married to leave the afterlife” he said casually after what she told him. She thought that was an excellent way to get her mind off of the horrid news

She smiles as tears continue to leave her eyes. He seemed shocked by her reaction, but smiles as well. “Let’s get married then” she says as she now wipes her tears away. Before anything actually happened, Adam and Barbra stood there in shock. She looks at the couple, and so does Beetlejuice

“Oh hello! You two must be the couple that died here originally” she says, which makes the couple more shocked. “Jeez, you guys act like news doesn’t eventually spread. Especially with something so tragic” then she was reminded about her family members that she lost

She was all alone. She also barely knew Beetlejuice to be considering him apart of this. This marriage thing was clearly just a way to make the two happy in two drastic different ways. Perhaps this is why the strong connection still exists between the two

But even Adam and Barbra feel differently now with the two standing next to each other. “There’s some weird connection here with us” Barbara says, instead of bringing up the marriage that’s gonna happen. She finds herself blush at that, but didn’t even understand this feeling either

This is what made her scared to go to the attic originally, because she knew about the couple being in the house, but no other entity. She thought it was gonna be some awful demon, just waiting in their to take her soul

Her thoughts also keep lingering onto her dead family members. ‘What had happened?’ She wondered. “Oh, that’s just coming from us” Beetlejuice casually says, but she was too focused on this strange mystery of her family. “Ghosts can do that? Even if you haven’t met the person yet?” Adam asks Beetlejuice

“I guess so. Not sure, since you know me pal: I don’t play by the rules of the afterlife. I mean what’s the point? I’m dead for fuck sakes! I shouldn’t have to worry about doing more work in the afterlife as well” Beetlejuice says as his attention goes onto his soon to be wife

He saw the color drain out of her; the likeness of her passing out. Beetlejuice gets her seated onto the couch, which took Adam and Barbra by surprise that he was capable of doing such a nice deed. Sure it was a small thing, but it was a big deal

She started to cry into his shoulder was the two were stated. Adam and Barbara were confused, and worried for her. Beetlejuice looks at the couple, and told the two to fuck off. The couple listens, since the two didn’t want to intrude on anything personal

Beetlejuice seemed to be all the sudden great at comforting people, and was quite surprised by the words coming out of his mouth. “You’ll probably see them again. And they’ll definitely look for you, because not all of us are locked up in one location” she sniffles, and then raises her head to make eye contact with him

She smiles again, and thanked him. The clock struck midnight, and the two had gotten married. After the first kiss, she goes in for seconds. He’s alive, which makes her pull apart. She admires him, and adores his dark blue eyes

“You’re gorgeous Bee” she admits as she continues to admire him. “Thank you” he says as he smiles. A year had passed, and she hadn’t seen him since still being in the house and after her family’s funeral. The two parted ways because he wanted to figure out the world himself

She thought about him everyday, and kept the wedding ring on her finger. She wondered if he kept his on as well, but she had doubts that he would keep his ring on. A new neighbor had just moved in next door. She planned on saying hello to the new neighbor to be on good terms day one

She currently sat on her couch, and was watching something random on the television. A knock on her door makes her get up from her couch. She opens the door to see Beetlejuice. Shocked, she just stood there until one of them said something

He was also stunned to see her face again. He took notice that she still wore her wedding ring. She checked to see if he kept his on, and noticed it was still on. Tears left her eyes as he instinctively kissed her on the lips. She returned the kiss, and soon the door was shut and she was pinned to the wall

Beetlejuice had missed her, and couldn’t stop thinking about her since they parted ways. Even with all the women hitting on him, his heart happily belonged to her

Tags: @stardancerluv

[vintagepresley]

A Stimulating Surprise.. Part two

Pairing: Elvis Presley!Big daddy x Reader

Word Count: 4,743

Warnings:18+ SMUTSMUTSMUT Oral (m and f receiving), anilingus, heavy on the anal play, sex toys (just a vibrator), mommy kink, dominate reader (kinda), sub Elvis. TW: use of the word faggot.

Author's notes: AHHHHHHHH. I'm so sorry for this, LMFAO. Elvis, baby, please forgive me. This was uh.. I have no words, honestly. Poor Jerry, lol. I just hope you enjoy it. This is only my second time writing something like this, so I'm sorry if it's not good! I would've changed the cover art but I was too lazy, lol. Possible spelling errors.

Part one

After that unforgettable night backstage Elvis couldn’t get what you did to him off his mind and was itching for you to do it again. You were more than willing and even got a few other ideas of how the two of you could make things interesting now, but you weren’t sure how open minded he would be to getting some toys involved. The both of you were back home and he had some business to discuss with the guys, so you had decided to go out for a little while to do some shopping and hit up a local sex shop in town. You weren’t completely sure what you were looking for or where to start but you wanted something that you could have some fun with while pleasuring Elvis. Once you got to the store you looked around at all the toys and interesting little things they had. It was a bit overwhelming and you didn’t know where to start but you headed down the first aisle, looking around. You didn’t want to freak Elvis out and thought it would be best to start with something simple. You saw some vibrators and dildos and you stood there with your arms folded over your chest, pondering which would be best to start with for him. You ultimately decided on the small vibrator in hopes that he would like it and would like to explore more. You decided to get a few other things that you knew he’d like to use on you just to continue to spice things up even more in the bedroom. You finally checked out; happy with your purchases and you got back into the car and headed back before Elvis began to wonder where you were. 

Once you got back home Elvis was standing in the living room with the guys and you smiled when the two of you locked eyes and he came over to you, pulling you into his embrace and kissing you softly. “Where ya been, baby?” he asked, looking down at the bag in your hand curiously. 

“Just out shopping.. I’ve got a little surprise for you.” you hummed, pecking a small kiss to his lips. 

“Oh? Can I see?” he grinned. 

He went to reach for the bag in your hand curious to know what you got and you snatched the bag away from him and shook your head. “You’ll find out soon enough when I do that thing you love..” you hummed softly against his lips as you reached around to grab a handful of his ass. Elvis quickly pushed your hand away because the guys were staring. 

“Would ya quit that, honey.” he whispered. His face became slightly red,  glancing over at his friends. 

You giggled softly seeing him blush. “Fine.. But I’m going upstairs if you want to join me..” you hummed as you pulled away from him and slowly began to make your way upstairs. 

Elvis’ eyes widened and he cleared his throat as he turned his attention to the guys. “I.. Uh.. I’ll be back down in a bit, fellas.” he muttered before hurrying behind you. You laughed as he suddenly appeared behind you on the steps and the two of you made your way into the bedroom. Elvis grabbed a hold of you and pulled you to him and he pressed you up against him tight. You smirked up at him as you kissed him softly. 

“I’ve been thinkin’ about this for days since that night..” he mumbled on your lips. 

“Mm, I bet you have.” you giggled, reaching around and slapping his ass. 

He grinned and pulled away from you and reached down to remove his pants and you stopped him, shaking your head at him. “Uh uh.. Go take a shower first.” you laughed. He furrowed his brow at you and huffed. You raised an eyebrow at him and gave him a look and huffed again and walked off to the bathroom. You giggled softly and when you heard the shower start you dumped the bag onto the bed, putting away some of the other toys you bought and leaving out just the vibrator and the little outfit you bought to wear for him. You quickly changed out of your clothes and put on the baby pink two-piece lace lingerie set that had a cute little bow on the panties, the fabric was transparent that when you put it on your nipples peeked through and it left little to the imagination when it came to your pussy. You fixed your hair up quickly, cleaning and putting batteries into the vibrator and then when you heard the shower turn off you quickly climbed into the bed sitting on your knees as you patiently waited for him, hiding the vibrator behind your back.

Elvis stepped out of the shower and grabbed his robe and slipped it on, tying it closed as he stepped out back into the bedroom. He quickly did a double take when he saw you and his jaw was nearly on the floor. “I-Is that the surprise you mentioned?” he said softly, smirking as he eyed you up and down, licking his lips. 

You captured your bottom lip between your teeth. “Mm.. It’s one of them..” you hummed. 

“Well, shit.. There’s more?” he laughed, walking over to you and he couldn’t take his eyes off you. The way your nipples harden from the cool air in the room and the sight of your pussy peeking through your panties was turning him on already. 

“Mhm, but.. I don’t know how you’ll feel about the next surprise, baby.” you said softly. 

He raised an eyebrow, even more curious. “What is it..” he asked hesitantly. 

You slowly removed your hand from behind your back and revealed the vibrator to him. He furrowed his brow. “That’s it? Do you uh.. Want me to use it on ya, honey?” he asked, not sure how he felt about that. 

You snickered softly to yourself, shaking your head as you crawled over to where he was standing and reaching out to slip your arms around his shoulders. “Not me.. I was thinking I could use it on you..” you mumbled. 

“What!?” he exclaimed, scrunching up his face in confusion. 

“Well.. I just thought since you liked my tongue down there so much and what I did that you’d like this too.. It would feel even better than my mouth, honey.” you said softly, playing with his hair. 

He was shaking his head as he continued to make a face at you, not sure of how he was feeling about all of this. It was one thing to have you eating his ass, but to use a vibrator. He just didn’t know how to feel. But he wasn’t completely writing it off. “I-I don’t know about that… I ain’t a faggot, honey.” he mumbled. 

You rolled your eyes at him. “You don’t have to be to enjoy it, Elvis. Have an open mind, won’t you? It can help us spice things up..” you beamed. 

“I.. don’t know..” he answered. 

“Elvis! You’ll love it and afterwards I’ll do the other thing you love.. I’ll sit on your face. Please?” you smiled, placing little kisses against his cheek. 

He let out a soft sigh, he couldn’t deny that the thing you did really turned him on and felt things he had never felt before especially when he orgasmed. He wasn’t too sure about this vibrator thing, but he was willing to keep an open mind and trust you. “Alright.. Fine.. But don’t think ‘bout putting that thing in me.” he said. 

You beamed happily and laughed at his words. “Okay baby, I promise I won’t.” you grinned, setting the vibrator down and untying his robe to reveal his naked body and you smirked eyeing his round belly and his hairy chest, biting your lip. You leaned toward his belly and began to leave small kisses along it, he stared down at you and smirked to himself as he watched your kisses on his belly get lower. You peered down to see his cock semi hard and you glanced back up at him. “Oh, I see little Elvis is getting ready for me, hm?” you giggled. 

“It’s that damn outfit..” he mumbled. 

“Oh? Maybe I should get rid of it?” you fluttered your eyes innocently up at him. 

“Mhm, I wouldn’t be mad...” he said eagerly. 

You grinned and sat back up, reaching around to unclasp your bra and slowly letting it drop and revealing your breasts to him. You tossed the bra to the side and you could feel your nipples growing hard again and Elvis’ eyes on them. You bit down on your bottom lip and got back in your position, planting kisses on his belly once again until you reached down to his cock and then you laid down on your stomach, your legs swinging in the air as you took his now fully hard cock into your hand and he let out the sexiest groan as he kept his eyes on you the entire time. You carefully pulled back his foreskin to reveal his red swollen tip and you stuck your tongue out and circled it around the head of his cock very slowly, the saltiness of his precum hitting your tongue. He let out a soft whimper and his left hand quickly tangled into your hair as you wrapped your lips just around the head of his cock and suckled at it softly and slowly, making the quietest sounds for him as you slowly took him deeper, letting him hit the back of your throat and you gagged softly. You could feel his hand tightening around your hair and he was moaning softly. 

“Mm, baby..” he mumbled between his soft breaths. 

You popped his cock out of your mouth like it was a lollipop, licking your lips and smirking up at him as you slowly stroked his cock, gripping him in your grasp and feeling him throbbing for you, he whimpered, feeling you squeeze him in your hand. You fluttered your eyes up at him. “Are you going to be a good boy for me?” you cooed, stroking his cock faster. 

“Mhm.. Y-Yes..” he moaned.

“Yes what?” you muttered, reaching down to grab his balls, squeezing them tight in your hand. 

He let out a loud whimper. “Y-Yes mommy..” he mewled. 

You grinned at his response, letting his balls go and sitting yourself back up and carefully removing his robe off him, letting it fall to the floor. “Good boy.. Now get in this bed and bend that perfect little ass over for me.” you demanded with a pleasing smirk on your lips. Elvis had to admit he was already enjoying this and he nodded at your words and climbed into the bed, slowly bending over for you. He had never been in such a vulnerable position before and he’d die if anyone had ever caught him this way or even overheard the things the two of you were doing. You couldn’t help but giggle seeing him this way and you cleared your throat taking your dominant position more seriously. You stared at his ass that sat completely exposed to you and you rubbed one of your hands over it before giving it a few hard slaps which caused his body to jolt and soft whimpers to escape him. 

“Would you quit that!?” he muttered. 

“Oh hush.. You know you like it!” you giggled. 

He rolled his eyes and glanced back at you with a needy look in his eye. “C’mon, baby..” he pleaded. You smirked at his cute little plea and carefully positioned yourself behind him, running your hands over his back slowly as you pressed yourself up against his ass and then you pushed his upper body down against the bed so that his ass was the only thing you could see. He let out a soft groan from how hard you pressed him against the mattress; it was turning him on even more. Your hands slowly ran along his ass and you leaned down and pressed slow kisses along it as your hands slowly spread his ass cheeks to reveal his needy tight hole and he bit down on his bottom lip in anticipation. 

You bit your lip staring down at him and you took two of your fingers into your mouth, sucking on them slowly and getting them nice and wet and then slowly sliding them out of your mouth and rubbing your wet fingers along his rim which caused a soft moan to escape him. You continued to trace your fingers along him. “D-Don’t tease me, mommy..” he whimpered. 

“Shh, baby.. Momma’s going to make you feel good.” you smirked, removing your fingers and you kneeled down, spreading his ass cheeks wider apart and you stuck your tongue out and laid it flat against his rim, pressing it firmly as you dragged it up and down along his hole and began to moan softly, loving the familiar feeling of your mouth. You reached a hand around and wrapped it around his balls squeezing them tight before gliding your hand up to wrap around his cock as you began to pump him slowly in your grasp. He groaned and his eyes rolled back. 

“Fuck.. Feels so good, mommy..” he whispered, breathlessly. 

You smiled hearing his words as you continued to tease your tongue along his ass before shoving it right inside of his tight hole and his body convulsed at the stimulating feeling, thrusting your tongue in and out of him, moaning softly against him as you buried your tongue deeper into his ass, stretching him out around your tongue. You began to pump your hand at the same pace as your tongue fucked him, giving extra attention to the head of his cock. Elvis moaning loudly and slightly moving his hips so that his ass thrusted against your tongue, he was so needy for more. Your right hand that was still placed firm on his ass cheek groped it tight and then you gave it a hard slap. 

“M-More, mommy.. I-I want more, please..” he cried. 

You slipped your tongue out of his ass and sat back up as you slapped his tight little ass again. “Mm.. I’ve got just the thing for my baby.” you hummed. You kept your hand pumping on his cock as you reached over for the vibrator and you switched it on and the loud hum filling the room and Elvis quickly glanced back when he heard it. He was still so unsure of this but at this point he didn’t care; he wanted more, he needed more. You set the vibrator down and arched his back more and spread his legs so that his ass was spread wide open for you and you leaned down and spit right on his hole and then rubbing it along his rim with your fingers before picking up the vibrator and carefully placing it against his slightly stretched hole and running it along the entirety and the vibrating sensation against his ass made a noise you had never heard before escape him and his eyes shut closed as they rolled back and his toes began to curl as he moaned loudly, gripping the sheets with his hands. 

“S-Shit.. D-Don’t stop..” he whimpered

You were getting so turned on watching how much he was enjoying this and submitting to you that your panties began to stick to your pussy because of how wet you had become. You squeezed your thighs together tight and rubbed them up against each other and the friction caused you to whimper softly. You continued to move the vibrator along his tight hole and you unwrapped your hand from around his cock and slipped it into your panties and you rubbed your fingers along your slippery wet cunt getting your fingers sopping wet and then you slipped them back out and wrapped it back around his cock and stroking your slick along his cock, pumping him fast and hard as you leaned down and stuck your tongue back in his ass while utilizing the vibrator by taking turns with it by sticking your tongue in him and thrusting inside of him and then slipping it out and rubbing the vibrator along his rim. It was driving him crazy how overwhelmed he was beginning to feel and how the stimulation he was receiving. He was moaning, whimpering and nearly shaking against you from how good you were making him feel and you moaned against him, continuing to rub your thighs together, practically humping yourself. 

Meanwhile downstairs Elvis was expecting a very important phone call from the Colonel and he didn’t want to miss it because he didn’t want to hear his bitching, so when the phone rang Jerry hopped up to answer it and sure enough it was the Colonel asking to speak with Elvis. Jerry wasn’t sure what to do because Elvis was upstairs with you and he could only imagine what the two of you were up to because you had been up there for so long and there were strange noises coming from upstairs. Jerry told the Colonel he’d get him and he set the phone. 

“What do I do? I don’t want to bother him if he and y/n are busy..” Jerry whispered, trying to get advice from the guys. 

A few of them laughed because they sure as hell weren’t going up there to disturb the two of you, but someone had to do it. 

“Just go up there and knock on the door, man. He won’t be that mad..” Sonny chimed in, chuckling. The guys agreed with Sonny and Jerry shook his head seeing that no one else was looking like they were going to do it so he had no choice. He headed out of the living room and upstairs to his room and he could hear the strangest sounds and he wasn’t sure who it was as he got closer and he knew Elvis would be pissed for disturbing him. Jerry hesitated as he listened for a moment and he could hear Elvis moaning and mumbling something. 

“J-Just stick it inside of me, mommy..” Elvis begged, now wanting a small vibrator inside of him after how good it felt around him. You beamed happily, giggling to yourself and you nodded, spitting on his rim and getting it nice and wet. 

“Just relax, baby..” you whispered. You slowly and carefully slid the vibrator inside of him, only able to get a few inches inside because of how tight he was but that was good enough for him. He moaned out your name as your hand continued to pump and milk his cock and now you slowly pumped the vibrator inside of him, switching between your tongue and the vibrator. 

Jerry furrowed his brow having no clue what the hell the two of you were doing, but he couldn’t keep the Colonel waiting and he hesitantly knocked on the door. But the two of you were so caught up in the fun and pleasure you were having that you didn’t hear the knock over Elvis’ moans. When Jerry heard Elvis speak again he mistook it for what he thought was “Come in.” but Elvis was really saying; “Stick it back in.” Jerry walked right into the room not even thinking twice and what he walked into shook him to his core and his eyes widened at the sight of Elvis completely bent over and you with your tongue buried deep in his ass. He didn’t know what to do or say. The both of you were stunned to see Jerry standing in the doorway and you were getting ready to pull out of Elvis, but he reached back and pushed your face back in his ass, not wanting you to stop because he was so close to cumming. 

“Goddamnit.. don’t you even think about stoppin’, y/n! Jerry, get the hell out!” he yelled. 

Jerry finally snapped out of it when Elvis yelled at him and he quickly turned to leave, bumping into the door frame on his way out as he slammed the door shut and ran downstairs, completely traumatized by what he saw. The guys looked at him confused. 

“Well? Where the hell is he?” Sonny asked. 

“I…he uh… They’re busy…” Jerry said, plopping down onto the couch and not saying another word, leaving the Colonel to wait. 

When Elvis had yelled for you to not stop you certainly didn’t and continued to give him exactly what he wanted switching between your tongue and the vibrator and while tugging and stroking his cock. His body convulsed and his hips bucked and he was so overwhelmed with pleasure that his hands were gripping the sheets tighter in his grasp and he couldn’t even form words by this point as he groaned, whimpered, and panted in desperation as his orgasm built in the pit of his stomach burning to get out and the more you pleasured him the closer he got that when he couldn’t hold on any longer his orgasm hit and he let out the loudest whimpering moan as his thick hot cum came shooting out and landing on his belly and dripping onto the bed sheets. You slipped your tongue out of him when he finished and your hand continued to pump his cock slowly making sure to get every last drop of his cum out and he exhaled shakily. You captured your bottom lip between your teeth watching him and now needing him desperately to pleasure you. 

You grabbed him and turned him around onto his back and you climbed on top of him, leaning down to lick up the cum that landed on his belly, not missing a spot as you licked it all up, licking your lips happily and letting out a soft “Mmm..” as you smirked at him. He grinned and gestured for you to come sit on his face. 

“C’mere baby.” he hummed. 

You lifted yourself off him and quickly stood up on the bed and eagerly slipped your panties off throwing them at him and he grinned, taking them and sniffing them inhaling your scent. You giggled and sat back down and climbed up his body and he set your panties aside as you reached his face and he was staring right at your pussy that hovered above his face and he could see it dripping in your slick so needy for him to give it attention. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and shoved you down onto him until his face was buried in your pussy, your thighs tightened around his head and you let out a soft moan before he even touched you because you could feel his warm breath against you. He shoved his tongue right between your velvety wet folds, lapping up every inch of your wetness that covered your pussy and then he dragged his tongue along your sensitive swollen clit and you inhaled sharply and your eyes rolled back feeling his warm tongue against you, sinking into you and slurping your sweet juices up. 

“Oh, Elvis… fuck..” you moaned. 

When you felt his long tongue slip inside of your tight hole and sink in deep you began to rock your hips against his face slowly, your hands tangling into his dark luscious hair as you slowly began to pick up some speed, rolling your hips and grinding against his face that his nose hit up against your clit with each movement you made and his tongue slipped inside of you so deep that you threw your head back, whimpering and crying out his name as you began to just ride his face. He groaned beneath you as your thighs squeezed around him tighter, his hands grasping and groping your ass as he began to bounce you on his face, tongue fucking you. “Elvis.. Oh god.. Just like that, baby..” you cried. 

You leaned forward and arched your back riding his face faster and harder, hearing him groaning in pleasure from how much he loved it and he slapped his hands over your ass, forcing you to grind against his more as he pumped his tongue quickly and nose still hitting firmly against your clit. He was a master with his tongue and the way his mouth completely consumed you like he was a man starved and you were his first meal. You felt the room was spinning as you drew closer and closer to your orgasm your body responding to his every move and your whimpers turning into heavy pants and you could feel your body growing hot as your orgasm hit and you tugged at his hair as you rode out your orgasm on his face and cumming all over it. You could hear his muffled groans as he licked up the mess you made between your thighs. As soon as you got a hold of yourself you carefully slide off his face, feeling so wobbly and tingling inside as you stared down at his glistening face and without hesitation you leaned down crashed your lips against his and kissing him deeply, he returned your deep kiss, slipping his arms around you as the two of you swapped the taste of one another between each kiss. 

You pulled back from him to catch your breath, smirking down at him as he smirked right back up at you. “Jesus.. That was uh.. different..” you giggled. 

Elvis laughed. 

“Shit.. You weren’t lyin’ that vibrator did feel good..” he chuckled. 

“Mhm.. So, that means we’ll be using it more then.” you grinned. 

Elvis nodded in agreement. “Hell yeah..” he smirked. 

You bit your lip and leaned down to kiss him again. “Um, what about Jerry.. He saw everything..” you mumbled. 

Elvis had almost forgotten that Jerry had walked in on the two of you and he shook his head because that was his biggest fear. But he was slightly relieved it was Jerry who caught him because he knew he wouldn’t say anything, but he had to be sure. 

“Dammit.. I-I should probably get down there and find ‘em.” Elvis sighed. 

You nodded, hoping that Jerry wouldn’t say a word because then Elvis wouldn’t be so open minded anymore. You climbed off Elvis and slipped beneath the covers as you watched him get up and went into the bathroom to clean himself up and when he emerged minutes later he got dressed and fixed himself up. As he headed toward the door he turned to you with a grin. “Don’t you move a muscle, honey.” he hummed. 

You smiled at him and giggled. “I won’t!” you exclaimed. 

You watched him head out of the room and laid down in the bed waiting for his return. As Elvis headed downstairs he saw the guys and Jerry, who locked eyes with him for a moment and Jerry quickly looked away. 

“Colonel’s on the phone waitin’ for you, E.” Charlie said. 

“He can wait a little longer. Jerry, can I talk to you for a minute?” he asked. 

Jerry’s heart sank because he wasn’t sure what Elvis was going to say to him or if he was going to yell at him or worse kick him out for walking in on you both. Jerry got up and didn’t say a word as he followed Elvis into the next room. Elvis made sure they were far enough that they couldn’t hear. 

“I-I just want to talk to you about what ya might have seen up there..” Elvis whispered. 

“I-I didn’t mean to walk in like that.. I.. Sorry..” Jerry whispered, hardly looking at him. 

“You ain’t gonna tell anyone, are ya? I ain’t a damn faggot.” he said angrily. 

“I know that.. I know. I won’t tell a soul.. I promise. I didn’t see a thing.” Jerry hummed. 

Elvis nodded and patted his friend's shoulder. “Good..” he mumbled before walking off and heading back to take his phone call. 

Jerry followed behind Elvis and though he wouldn’t tell anyone he didn’t know how he was going to unsee the both of you like that or how he was going to even be able to look at you or even Elvis for a while. He learned his lesson, he was never going up to that room when the two of you were up there EVER again. 

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[hannibalzero]

charthur omegaverse wip

(Southern nights au)

🦌🦬🦌🦬🦌

Not sure about this wip yet, let me know lovelies

it had all started with such a innocent question.

Jack had came to Arthur’s tent, stomping over in boots to big for him. as mad as a old wet hen if Arthur could call it anything.

Jack kicked off John’s boots, climbed into Arthur’s cot snuggling close hiding his face in Arthur’s chest.

Arthur’s old cot groaned at the extra weight, the lapping waves of flat iron lake along with a mocking bird song. showing a rare moment of peace for the outlaw.

Kissed Jack’s head, wasn’t everyday that someone wanted Arthur Morgan to love on them. besides his spoiled ass horses naturally.

he was about to take a nap himself but that could wait a bit. Arthur didn’t mind one bit.

Jack needed him.

Fat cheek resting on Arthur’s chest. Those blue eyes looking up to Arthur own with a frustrated look on Jack’s face.

“whats gotten ya all fired up? been’a long time since ya cuddled up ta me.”Arthur murmured rubbing a big hand up and down Jack’s back. with a rare gentleness that Arthur was able to share.

the worn cotton shirt in a faded cream color that Jack wore was as soft as butter under Arthur’s fingers. Everything about Jack was soft still, Arthur couldn’t help but to savor these moments.

Jack wouldn’t be a small soft pup for much longer.

The little boy gripped Arthur’s faded blue shirt in frustration.

“it ain’t fair, uncle Arthur.” He whined softly burying his face back into Arthur’s chest sniffling loudly as he fought back tears. 

“What ain’t fair?” Tilting his head and moving Jack closer. “must be somethin’ mighty big if ya crawled into the cot with me.”

Arthur encouraged Jack to look up at him, with a careful tap at his chin. he wouldn’t hurt Jack, he wouldn’t hurt anyone he loved. Arthur was nothing like his own daddy.

lip wobbling, tears in his eyes that Arthur was wiping away with careful touches. “ain’t no kids around, ain’t no siblings ether.” he whined hiding his face back into Arthur’s chest. wiping his nose in Arthur’s shirt the way all children do. 

made a face at his shirt being used as a handkerchief but Arthur supposed he had been covered in far worse things. “aw, Jack. it can’t be helped in this life. its why we work so hard ta get us out of it. being a gunslinger and all that. want ya ta have friends.” Arthur soothed best he could keeping his voice soft. “what got ya thinking on this?” he asked, his forehead lined with worry.

Jack pilled off his thumb, the little fella still sucked his thumb when soothing. Popping off his thumb giving a brave sniff..

Arthur held up his handkerchief and smiled at bit as Jack honked loudly into the poor checkered rag. “there ya go, come on now…tell me what ya need me ta know.” 

the little fella smiled a bit now calming down thanks to Arthur’s efforts.

Man, Jack would be one hell of a outlaw. Pup was a brave wolf already. 

Setting his jaw, making firm eye contact with Arthur, Jack started his story in a serious voice. His hands still balled up in Arthur’s shirt. 

“I went with Uncle Sean and Uncle Lenny inta town. We’a found ten dollars from Micha.” Jack started with a huff. 

“hate ta interrupt ya there pup, why did ya, Sean and Lenny steal from Micha?” Arthur couldn’t hide the playful smile that spread across his face. 

Anything bad happening to Micha? was a wonderful day.

Like when Micha’s horse Baylock got tired of Micha’s bullying him and knocked Micha into the ‘latrine’ ditch. it was beautiful.

Arthur almost cried from the beauty of that moment.

Jack looked away, eyebrows knitting together. “Cuse Micha said he was gonna take’me fishin’ and give me candy. but he was messin with me. Told Uncle Sean and Lenny. we ran’a job on Micha!” his voice dripped with pride. He couldn’t help it, Arthur busted out laughing ruffling Jack’s head. loud and strong, it had been a while since he had laughed so hard. 

“Pup! ya little outlaw!” Arthur settled himself with a little snicker. “oh my word, made ma week.” he took another breath. “Micha earned it, now back ta your story. Lenny, Sean and ya went ta Roades right? ta the store?”

[eeveecryptid]

※ RESIDENT EVIL: WELCOME TO RACCOON CITY ( 2021 )

lines through the movie because - hello - i adore just how well done it was. feel free to adjust pronouns/phrasing if needed. May include nsfw material.

“s/he's here again. s/he was watching me.” “try and get back to sleep before (name) finds you in my bed.” “what are you doing out of bed, little girl/boy?” “s/he sleepwalks sometimes since our parents died.” “you're a good boy/girl for taking such care of your sister/brother/sibling.” “that must have been quite some dream.” “i almost shit my goddamn pants.” “if i knew you were gonna be screaming in your sleep, i would've left you at the side of the road.” “you know, one might have nightmares heading back into that shithole town.” “hey, why don't you just take a seat and leave the poor kid alone, huh, (name)?” “ten bucks says you can't shoot that off from here.” “twenty says i can knock the bottle without even looking.” “you snooze, you lose- it's (sender's name)'s sandwich now.” “i heard that you shot your partner in the ass during training.” “heard that your daddy, some big shot on the force, had to bail you out.” “what's the 'S' stand for? stupid?” “sooner they shut this whole town down, the better, as far as i'm concerned.” “we're nice people once you get to know us.” “s/he's only got eyes for the big fella, and I don't fancy your chances against him.” “you really shoot your own partner?” “still pining after (name), i see.” “never gonna happen, bro.” “i see you wax your chest now.” “after you ran away, (name) was the closest thing i had to family.” they raised me, put me through school, the academy-- they were there for me.” “where were you? i haven't even heard from you in five years.” “they've been trying to contain that shit, but the genie is out of the bottle now, and i don't think it's going back in.” “what kind of person can pick a lock like that?” “it's kind of impressive, but also, what the fuck?” “i'd never let anything hurt you.” “lock-pick the door behind you when you leave-- and don't touch the bike!” “what would the worst way to die be? to be swallowed whole by a snake or eaten alive by a great white shark?” “you're a freak, (name).” “i plan on dying peacefully in bed, snuggled in (name)'s big burly arms. “you said 'everyone into the briefing room,' so- here i am.” “i didn't mean you, you moron. not you, (name), everyone else. “what if someone wanders in and there's no-one behind the front desk? an old lady's looking for her cat or something.” “i'm sorry, (name), is that important? a new girlfriend?” “maybe you could take her out to eat at Planet Hollywood.” “they have a new one in Gatlin- oh, they got a great salad. little wine.” “maybe just take her back to your apartment, rent a movie at Blockbuster, get cozy on the couch, or put on some Journey.” “Steve Perry's voice, what it does to a woman's heart, huh? am i right?” “sounds like i might be getting laid.” “leaving, that's what they want. so they can destroy my life's work.” “it's okay, little girl/boy, because we've found you a new family.” “don't worry about your brother/sister, s/he'll be coming along as well, in due course.” “we would never separate the two of you.” “who are you gonna call? you're the police.” “i'm no medical expert, but i think that guy might just be beyond saving.” “congratulations, rookie, on the promotion.” “i'm sure your father would be incredibly proud that his pathetic specimen of a child is rising so quickly through the ranks.” “someone should confiscate that.” “the faster we find them, the faster we can get the fuck out of here.” “so you're (name)'s little sister/brother, huh? i didn't think the two of you spoke.” “my parents died in a car accident when i was eight.” “my brother and i grew up in an orphanage here.” “i ran away a long time ago.” “i had to learn to handle myself quickly.” “you're probably wondering what a guy like me is doing as a cop, right?” “oh yeah, no, he's fucking fine, yeah. who doesn't cough up a little blood on the floor when they're feeling sick? just a little cold.” “of course he's not fucking okay, man, look at him.” “you're no einstein, are you, buddy?” “get your shit together, or you're not gonna make it through the night.” “i just really want to get out of this town.” “i don't know who they are. i don't know, and i don't care.” “they're just some people with a vested interest in getting hold of whatever dirty secrets Umbrella are keeping down there and exposing them.” “come on, (name). don't look at me like that. it's just money, alright? and they have plenty of it.” “it was just a way of getting out of this . . . small town, dead-end life.” “you were just gonna leave us?” “we have to find (name 1) and (name 2) and tell them (name 3) is dead.” “come on, these are your friends!” “they bought you off, didn't they? they paid you to keep quiet about all the shit they were doing in here.” “now they've left you to rot in the gutter like the rest of us.” “don't be so damn naïve.” “you got some weird friends.” “(name 1) betrayed us, (name 2). s/he was gonna leave us here to die.” “we have to follow him/her, 'cause i think it's our only way out of here.” “this is my life's work. i'm not giving it to anybody.” “i'm not really offering you a choice here, pal.” “you didn't have to make it like this.” “what the hell is wrong with you?” “this is so fucked.” “jesus, (name), you and that fucking gun.” “i wouldn't have pulled the trigger, kid.” “did you really believe you could be part of my family?” “oh, such a sweet little soldier. such a loyal drone.” “how could you be so dumb when your sister/brother's so smart?” “i almost feel sad having to kill you. almost.” “i should have taken you and your sister/brother down to the lab. you would have made excellent specimens.” [ to an attacker ] “get. the fuck. away. from my brother/sister.” “this is really nice, but i think i broke some ribs.” “we got to get the fuck out of here, Umbrella is gonna level this place.” “trust me, i'm as surprised as you are, buddy.” “i should've listened to you a long time ago.” “i may have scratched the paint on your bike.” [ to a monster ] “hey! you ugly fuck!” “a rocket launcher? Found it in first class.” “i don't understand, i thought i was dead.” “what happened to my eyes? i can't see.” “it's a side effect, one of the things we had to do to bring you back. there will be others.”

[strangeannamaul]

Lasso's Ranch

(a sesame street/Mr Rogers AU)

Sadia Crimm sits criss-cross applesauce in front of her TV with her notepad and pen, in rapt attention as the theme song begins. She wiggles her toes in rhythm with the twangy fiddle and guitar that introduces every episode of Lasso's Ranch.

"Daddy! Hurry up, you're gonna miss the buck-uh-rooooo!"

Trent yawns as he comes in from the kitchen, carrying a freshly brewed tea. His hair is still a mess from sleep and he's wearing his housecoat and sleep clothes. It had been another late night writing for his newest novel, and he was feeling it this morning.

"I'm right here, darling."

He sits back in the couch and clutches his rainbow Snoopy mug like a lifeline as the cheerful television host comes on screen.

"How d'ya do, Buckaroos!?" The man cheerfully greets the camera and pauses with a grin.

"How daya do, Farmer Teddy!" Sadia shouts back, along with the pre-recorded childrens voices on the program.

The host walks through a stage set of what Trent assumes is a cartoonish pantomime of small town Americana. As Teddy greets each puppet chicken, cow, and dog in song, Trent sips his tea and let's his mind wander. The show had been another attempt to bring the success of Sesame Street to a British market after the limited run success of Furchester Hotel. The educational content was accurate and easy for children to understand, which made up for the cartoonish accent of the host and his ridiculous outfit. If Trent was being perfectly honest, though, the tan canvas jacket, plaid button down, cowboy boots and wrangler jeans combo actually did him more than a few favours. As a business model, it kinda worked. Bright colours and music for the kids, science and eye candy for the parents.

"Today on the ranch, we're getting ready for a big snowfall. Do you know where snow comes from?" A pause. "That's right, snow falls from clouds in the sky!"

Farmer Teddy goes on to explain the lake effect to the audience, as a puppet cloud crosses the screen picking up puppet water drops as they rise on sticks from behind a tank of water that is meant to represent the great lakes, somehow turning into snowflakes and dropping back down on the other side.

Sadia scribbles furiously in her notebook. She doesn't yet know how to spell, so mainly her notes consist of random letters and pictures of clouds, but it still makes Trent feel incredibly sentimental.

"let's give a big thank you to Mister Nimbostratus and the precipa-posse for helping me with that demonstration. Thank you, fellas!" he ends his lesson.

"Any time, Farmer Teddy! Toodaloo, buckaroos!" the cloud salutes a felt arm to his cloudy forehead and the puppets walk off screen.

Off-screen, there's a loud jangle from a telephone.

"Do you hear that Buckaroos? Sounds like someone's giving us a ring-a-ding-ding!"

The host walks up the porch steps and through the front door, and the scene cuts to his livingroom set. Next, he sits down to remove his boots and jacket, then slips on a pair of flashy trainers and pullover. Trent barely registers the phone song he sings, momentarily entranced by the tendril of hair that is disturbed when Farmer Teddy pulls the jumper over his head.

"Today's call comes from Sadia in Richmond. How'dya do, buckaroo?"

"Howdy, Mister Teddy!"

Trent recognizes his daughters voice, and it pulls him from his thoughts.

"Sadia, when did you call Farmer Ted?"

"Nana and Papa helped me do it. Is that okay?"

"Uh, yeah," Trent stutters out, "I just wished they had asked me first, that's all darling. It's okay."

She turns her attention back to the screen.

"How can Farmer Teddy help you today, Sadia?"

"I have a question about feelings."

"Sounds like a good question for the Diamond Dogs. Should we call them, Sadia?"

"Yes, please, Mister Teddy," she politely answers.

"You have very good manners, Miss Sadia. Okay, you heard her. Diamond dogs, mount up!!"

Four puppet dogs come bouncing in from all corners of the set, barking and yipping, and Farmer Teddy joins in with a couple barks of his own.

When the barking dies down, Farmer Teddy urges her to go ahead with her question.

"Well, sometimes I feel like I'm happy and sad at the same time. My mummy and daddy don't live together anymore because he is gay, and sometimes I miss my daddy when I'm at mums, or I miss my mummy when I'm at dads. How do I stay happy like you, when I miss one of them?"

Something briefly flashes across Farmer Teddy's face, almost indistinguishable, but he stays in character.

"Separation is always tricky. Your big feelings are normal and valid, and missing someone just shows how much you love them. It sounds like you love your mom and dad very much."

"I do! Mummy dances with me in the kitchen and daddy reads the best stories to me!"

"That sounds like mighty good folks you have. You know, when I miss my son, I like to think of the happy memories we shared just like that and it makes it feel a little less sad. I bet if you shared your feelings with your parents, they would also have some good ideas to help you when you miss them."

"I don't want to hurt their feelings though. If I say that I miss one of them, what if they think they aren't enough?"

Trent is fully awake now, like an ice water bucket had been dumped over his head.

The Higgins puppet, a collie with a dress shirt and tie, speaks next. "Your parents love you, they won't be hurt if you open up to them."

"That's right, I think they will support you if you give them the chance!" Nate the Great Dane agrees.

The other dogs, a German shepard with thick black eyebrows, and a brownish red terrier with a beard murmur in the affirmative as well and Farmer Ted nods.

"Thank you, Mister Teddy. Thank you, diamond dogs!"

"You're very welcome, miss Sadia. It was very brave of you to talk about your feelings. We're all honoured as can be to help you."

The show moves on to another segment, where they show the kids how to build their own weather sock, and then finished with all the farm animals being read a goodnight story as the snow falls. Trent turns the show off and pulls his daughter into his lap.

"Is that true, you felt like you couldn't tell me when you miss mummy cause you thought it would hurt my feelings?"

She nods her head.

"Oh, darling. You can always tell me anything. Its perfectly okay to miss us."

He kisses her on the temple and hugs her snugly.

"I know this has been a tough adjustment. Mummy and daddy will talk about ways you can see us more, no matter who you are staying with. Does that sound good?"

Her face lights up and the brightness of it warms Trent like a furnace for the love and pride he feels for her. Later that evening, after he had put Sadia to bed, he calls Molly and they make a plan to do nightly FaceTimes and eat dinner as a family once a week alternating houses.

(10 months later)

"Come ON daddy, hurry!"

Sadia pulls his hand, weaving them through the other pedestrians as they make their way to the book store. Farmer Teddy was doing a storytime tour and they had gotten tickets for when he was going to be at the inkwell.

The bookstore is crowded; about fourty children are seated around the tiny makeshift stage, and their parents stand around the perimeter in a semicircle. Farmer Teddy steps forward to get them all and read the stories, with animated inflection and gives each character a voice, as he does on the show. Afterwards, a bearded man with a guitar joins him, along with a boy a few years older than his daughter. The boy passes a tambourine to Farmer Teddy.

"I'm honoured to have this very special guest here to sing with us today, my son Henry. This song is very special to us and we wanted to share it with everyone here today. Hopefully it can help some of you the way it helped us. Grownups, if you know the words, please join in."

The bearded man begins playing, and they start singing Hey Jude. Some of the parents reluctantly join in, but by the nah-nahs at the end, the whole room has been swept up into the song.

"Alright, that's all the show we have for you folks today, I just need to take a five minute break and then I'll be here till closing to meet everyone one on one. Thank you for being such a great crowd!"

The trio disappear through the backroom doors as parents begin to shuffle to reclaim their children and form a queue.

"Daddy, can I go see mummy in the back?"

"We can see mum, but we have to leave Farmer Teddy alone. He deserves to take his break without us bothering him, okay?"

"I promise."

Trent follows his daughter through the doors and sees her disappear into Molly's office. He doesn't mean to eavesdrop but the storeroom isn't very big.

"How ya doing, bud?"

He recognizes the voice as Farmer Teddy, familiar but his speech was in a more normal cadence and tinged with a little nervousness.

"I'm good, dad. It's just a lot of people."

A pause.

"I know, it can be pretty overwhelming. Would you like to go back to the flat with Uncle Willis for the afternoon? I can join you and your mom around 5 and I'm all yours for the rest of the week. Promise."

A sniffle, another pause.

"Uhm, yeah, I can do that dad."

"I'm really sorry Henry, I know this wasn't the plan. Thank you for being here with me for this today. I love you, bud. More than anything."

He hugs the boy, and then straightens back to standing. The bearded man hugs him as well and gives him a pat on the back.

"We got this Ted, don't worry."

"Thanks, I appreciate you."

Trent stands there awkwardly, not sure what to do. He considers if it would be best to try to slip into the office undetected or announce his presence, but the decision is made for him a moment later as Sadia reemerges with Molly in tow.

"Hello, Mr. Lasso. Thank you again for appearing here today, it's a privelage to be hosting this event."

The men break their hug, and the bearded man guides the boy out the back doors.

He takes a shakey breath and then beams at her.

"Pleasure is all mine. Independent bookstores like this are invaluable. And who is this?"

He crouches down once again to greet Trent's daughter.

"This is my daughter, Sadia Crimm. Her father should be somewhere around here...ah yes, right over there."

Ted turns to where Molly is pointing. Miraculously, Trent finally regains the use of his legs to walk over, join them and offer his hand to shake.

"Trent Crimm. My daughter is a big fan of the show, so it's quite the honour to meet you today Mr. Lasso."

"That's awfully kind of you to say, sir, but you can just call me Ted."

He lets go of Trents hand and turns his attention back to the little girl.

"Sadia, you have a lovely name."

"Thank you, Mister Teddy."

"You're very welcome. Tell me, did the advice we gave you help you talk to your mom and dad about your feelings?"

The polite smile Trent had had on his face drops away as the mortification sets in. Not only did he have an embarrassing crush on a children's entertainer, but said man remembered that his daughter called about his divorce and coming out.

"Yes, thank you Mister Teddy. Mummy and daddy call me every night so I always see them both every day."

She isn't usually affectionate with adults she just meets but Sadia wraps her arms around Ted's neck, and he has to quickly put a hand out to steady himself from falling over before hugging back.

"Sadia, please be gentle. I'm sorry Mi- uh...Ted. And err, thank you for answering her call. We watched that episode together and it led to some very good conversations. It really helped."

"Shucks, Trent. I mean I try my best. I'm glad I was able to make a difference. Divorce is hard, and I've been where you are. Harder still when you have a kid caught in between."

Before he could think too long on what that means, Molly speaks up.

"Sorry to cut this short but it's time to start the meet and greet."

Ted stands up again with a groan and stretches, and Trent tries his best to not blush at the sound. Unfortunately, he doesn't think he was that lucky and he swears he catches Ted wink at him, although it could've been a trick of the light.

Ted smiles at him. "I'm busy this week visiting with my son, but I would like to chat again before I have to go to the next stop on the tour. Are you free next Thursday?"

Trent doesn't say anything, just glances at Molly. She rolls her eyes and gestures from Trent to Ted, silently telling him say yes, you idiot.

"Uh, I can do Thursday. Yeah. A drink? Or uhm, lunch?"

"I'm not much of a drinker these days but I would like to take you for dinner, if you'd be amenable?"

"Dinner. Yeah. Okay, see you then!"

Ted smiles at him then tips an imaginary hat to Molly. "Duty calls."

With that, he turns and walks back out the doors.

"Breathe, Trent." Molly laughs at him.

He takes a deep breath and blinks.

"What just happened? I think I blacked out."

"I think that Ted Lasso just asked you on a date."

Trent scoffs. "Nonsense. It's probably a friendly hangout. Or a polite but empty offer that he had no plans on following through on. I didn't even get his number."

Molly rolls her eyes.

"You let me worry about that. You can take this one to the park while I get back to running my shop."

9pm that evening:

Trent is lying in bed, emailing pages to his editor and doing his required social media posting as part of the marketing plan for his upcoming novel. The room is dark, except for the blue square of light coming from his phone to Illuminate his face. It's then he recieves a text.

(Text ted to trent)

Hello Trent! I got your number from your ex-wife. Sorry about running out of there without taking care of the details. Busy afternoon!

(Text ted to trent)

What kind of food do you like? I admit I'm not super familiar with Richmond yet but I do like the food at this pub around the corner, Crown and Anchor. Do you know it?

Ok, so it wasn't an empty invitation. He still didn't know why the man had invited him out. A pub didn't exactly scream romantic intentions, but he would be lying if he said he'd never had a date at one before.

(Text Trent to Ted)

I know it. Shall we meet there for eight?

(Text Ted to Trent)

You bet, bobba fett.

(Text Ted to Trent)

Looking forward to it.

(Text Ted to Trent)

I'm absolutely bushed though, gonna hit the hay. Night night!

Trent felt an unbidden bubble of excitement and let his phone fall to his chest with a smile. He tries to temper his hopes by reminding himself he still has no idea the reason for the invite. It still takes him another hour to settle for sleep that night, and for the rest of the week he has a bounce in his step that his ex-wife only teases him about on days that end in y.

Finally Thursday night comes around. Trent chats on FaceTime with Molly as he checks himself out in the mirror again.

"I don't know. You sure it's not too much for crown and anchor?"

"You look dashing, Trent. He's going to be blown away, and if he isn't then he's an idiot."

He wears a patterned orange and brown sort of paisley inspired koi blouse with the top buttons undone so that a decent peak of his chest is bare. On his wrists he's layered multiple bracelets and has a statement turquoise ring on one hand. His trousers are cream, high waisted and with dramatic wide legs.

"I'm more worried about me looking like an idiot."

"Don't you dare get cold feet now! You March down to that pub and have a nice meal and a pint with a handsome man and have a good time!"

"Love you too, Molly. Ok, wish me luck."

"Good luck!"

Trent arrives about five minutes early, and scans the room. It's a quiet evening, only a handful of patrons tonight. In a booth to the right, he locks eyes with Ted, who bolts upright with a smile and stands as Trent walks over. Ted had traded his wranglers and boots for a dark wash denim and dress shoes. He wore a navy blue dress shirt that looked like it had been tailored for him as it showed off his althletic build.

"You made it!"

Ted says it as if he had been worried Trent would have stood him up and like he's relieved he hasn't been.

"As did you."

Ted smiles, and his eyes drop briefly to the open collar.

"You look good. Uhm nice. I like your outfit."

Ted runs his hands through his hair at the base of his neck, as he awkwardly compliments Trent. Tick one for this being a date.

"You look good too. Shall we order?"

Ted nods and they sit down, and are promptly greeted by Mae, who takes their orders and disappears again. For what feels like a full minute, neither of them says anything.

"So-" "Wh-"

They choose the same moment to begin to say something, and then laugh at the awkwardness.

"I'm terribly sorry, you go first."

"No really, you go right ahead and say what you were gonna say."

"Honestly, I'm not even sure what I was going to say. This as entirely unfamiliar situation for me, I've never been invited to dinner by someone I only know from television."

Trent sees him flinch.

"What I mean is, I know you're work but I don't know you, so I don't really know where to begin the conversation or why you are interested in talking to me at all. "

Ted's shoulders relax again.

"Well, not sure if this helps or hurts but I could say the same to you. Your ex-wife gave me some homework for the week, unintended of course. She let slip that you're a writer, and I ended up on a deep dive of what my internet searching told me was some of your best work. I just wanted to get a sense of who you were but it was such a good novel that I read another and then another after that. You have a real talent for imagery, sir."

"You...read my work?"

Ted nods.

"Sure did. Now romance isn't my usual genre but let me tell you I was cheering when the protagonist would finally get with his love interest every time, once I remembered how to breathe again. I had no idea a bit of reading could do that to a fella, not least of all his blood pressure. I've always said the written word is a powerful thing, but wowee do you set the bar."

"Oh, uh, thank you."

Trent blinks in surprise. Of all the revelations he thought this night might reveal, he hadn't forseen that Ted would have read his queer erotica. Not just read it, but enjoyed it.

"I write other things too. Some biographies, a couple mysteries. It's not all just... that. They were cathartic when I first was trying to understand aspects of my own life and later when I came out and people responded well so I just... Kept writing them."

Trent fidgets with his napkin. He isn't embarrassed, because he is proud of is writing, but he does feel uneasy with being so seen. Those novels are the most emotionally vulnerable of all his work, each one taking no small amount of courage to voice his desires to the universe. Ted reaches across the table to put his hand on Trent's.

"Well count me as a fan. You've got a beautiful way with words, Trent."

"That's kind of you to say. I-"

Ted gives him a moment to finish his sentence, but when it's clear Trent has thought better, he gently presses.

"What were you about to say?"

"It's nothing; it's stupid."

"I doubt that the mind responsible for writing a love as real and compelling as Stephen and Daniel had in that royal court series has any stupid ideas. Go ahead, I promise I won't judge."

*Oh god, THOSE are the books he read?* Trent thinks. Royal Court was his most popular series, but it was also a thinly veiled self-insert of everything Trent had ever dreamed his ideal romance could ever be, treason plots and high tea aside. He definitely didn't want to read too deeply into why they had resonated with Ted.

"It's just that you don't seem like my typical demographic, I don't have many readers that are.."

"What, American? Or childrens TV personalities?" Ted finishes.

"... straight."

Fuck, it's out there now. The bubble of what if and circumstantial proof he'd built up in his mind to imagine this was a date was finally going to be popped. He'd shown his cards and Ted was going to let him down easily. Taking a deep breath, he awaits the inevitable rejection.

Ted chuckles a little, but then stops at the look of pain on Trent's face.

"No you're right, sorry, not funny. Look, maybe this is just a clash of cultures thing but where I'm from if a fella meets another fella and then he asks that fella to dinner, and he doesn't clarify it as business, that's a good indication he's angling for a date. I wasn't sure you'd be interested, but I was sure interested in finding out. Doubly so after I read your books. What part of that did you get straight from?"

Trent covers his face with his hands, and groans in embarrassment.

"You were married to a woman and you have a child together. I assumed."

Ted chuckles again. "You have an ex-wife and a child."

"Point taken. Look, I'm really sorry I made any assumptions. Can we start over?"

"No harm, no foul, Simon Cowell. If it's all the same to you though, I like where this thing we got going on is at now. Seems like a shame to let all this progress go just to start at the beginning."

Trent searches his face for any indication of negative reaction but all he sees is a genuinely pleased smile, the sparkle of amusement in his eyes, mixed with a look of hunger that Trent finds thrilling.

"Alright. Onwards, forwards."

"I like that, might have to take that."

"Might let you."

Their banter is interrupted by the arrival of their food, and the conversation flows naturally until they're the last people in the pub. Mae gently (but firmly) sends them on their way, so they wander down the street together, arm in arm, neither willing to call it the end of the night, until Ted stops in front of a white door. He grabs Trent's hand when he keeps walking, to stop him, but doesn't let go once Trent has stopped too.

"This is me."

He looks at Trent with a silent plea in his eyes.

"Oh."

A silent moment stretches between them as either tries to read the intentions of the other.

"You could -"

"Yes."

Trent interrupts, and launches forward to crash their lips together. Ted responds in kind, and pulls him by the waist against the door, fumbling with the keys until it finally clicks open and they stumble through the entryway.

[johannestevans]

Hungry

Romance short. A journalist observes a hunter skinning a deer.

1.5k. Just a bit of romance and slice-of-life between a hunter and a journalist observing his work.

--

It’s a fine day, temperate, and the air is a pleasant weight on his shoulders, a light breeze coming under his hat and playing at the edges of his hair. The breeze has helped him in the course of the day, sending his scent in the other direction, and with his rifle rested on the downed trunk of an old tree to keep it stable, he’d been able to aim down the crest and send a bullet directly through one eye and out of the other of the buck.

The sound of the shot rings out over the vicinity, making a cloud of birds burst up from a nearby oak, and Aubrey glances over their way, watches them fly and shift on the wind before they go back to whatever their business was.

He makes sure the buck is dead, that its heart is no longer beating and that it’s fully gone – sure, it’d be cruel to move the thing without making sure it was dead, but it’s a real safety issue, more than anything else, picking up one of these things where it might not yet be dead – and pulls it up by its limp front legs, throwing it over one shoulder and marching back up the hill.

Mr Peele must have seen him from the window as he’d come back into town, because he’s already in the street, and he stares at the buck over Aubrey’s shoulder, his lips parted, his eyes staring.

“Y’okay there, Mr Peele?” asks Aubrey, and Mr Peele nods his pretty little head, making his soft, wavy hair bounce and shift. It’s a pretty yellow colour, looks real silky, and Aubrey’s thought about it from time to time, what it might be like to run his fingers through it.

Mr Peele’s the same age as Aubrey, really, can’t be more than one or two years off, but they’re different kinds of people, live very different lives, and it’s easy to think of him as younger, or just untried. Mr Peele’s daddy is a real accountant with a fancy office, and Mr Peele is a journalist, writes all kinds of little stories and exposés and shit for the local paper. Aubrey’s no big reader, but he skims through the paper at times, and sometimes he keeps an eye out for Mr Peele’s by-line. Mr Peele’s got soft, delicate hands, the cleanest fingernails Aubrey’s ever laid eyes on, and his suit is so perfectly pressed, there ain’t no crease on the thing that wasn’t intentional, Aubrey doesn’t think.

He's got a funny way of writing, a kind of dry wit the way he reports on some stuff, especially when he’s talking to some fella and the guy obviously doesn’t know he’s being made fun of, that he’s being quoted in a way that makes people huff out a little laugh under their breath or through their nose, but he doesn’t really talk like that, when you’re talking to him. He’s a quiet fella, kinda low energy, but glum or sad, more just reserved.

Still waters run deep and all that.

Aubrey had just been in town to get his rifle serviced at the gun store – he services the thing well, yeah, does like his daddy always taught him, but he’s never been real confident about taking the thing apart to really fix her up, especially not when he’s out in the field and isn’t in a real clean environment like the backroom – but he’d dipped into the general store to pick up some gum and some fruit, and Mr Peele had been in there.

“Why don’t you talk to Mr Redd here?” had asked the store clerk, old Tom Pecker’s nephew.

“Talk to me about what?” Aubrey had asked, handing over a five-dollar bill and waiting patiently for his change as the clerk rang it up.

“Mr Peele’s doing interest stories,” Pecker had said, and Aubrey raised his eyebrows.

“Interest in what?”

“Well, just sort of day in the life things,” Mr Peele had replied, and he’d come over all nervous all of a sudden, reaching up and pushing his pretty hair back from his pretty, clean-shaven face, looking up at Aubrey with his eyes all big. “We’re trying to get more magazine pieces, it, uh… You hunt bounties, don’t you, Mr Redd?”

“I have been known to do it, but I’m a hunter by occupation, Mr Peele,” Aubrey had said, not bothering to hide his disdain for the question. “I only ever hunt a bounty when Sherriff Benson asks me.”

He can’t remember how exactly the conversation had gone on after that, but it had been Pecker’s suggestion that Mr Peele write something about how to butcher and skin a buck or some other animal, and Mr Peele had agreed so breathlessly and so eagerly that Aubrey had had no real opportunity to shut him down.

“You sure about this, Mr Peele?” he asks now as they walk along. “You’re looking mighty green.”

“I’m just pale,” says Mr Peele, his pretty lips pursing, and he follows along as Aubrey leads him a little ways out of town, holding a bucket full of water in one hand and an empty one in the other.

There’s something to be said for the way Mr Peele stands back as Aubrey hoists the deer up and sets its blood to drain into the empty bucket, the way his hand trembles just slightly as he flicks open his notebook and makes his little notes with a fancy-shmancy pen.

It’s almost like a dream, feels strange and disconnected and kind of filmy at the edges, as Aubrey goes through the usual motions – opens up the chest, takes out the organs, saws through the legs and sets them aside. When he skins the thing, when he sections out the meat and butchers the animal, laying everything out on the wooden table and wraps it up in parcels of paper, Mr Peele watches him, stares, fascinated.

To his credit, as green as he gets at times – at his greenest when Aubrey is elbow deep in the corpse – he doesn’t gag, and he doesn’t vomit, neither.

“Will you eat all that?” asks Mr Peele, the first time he’s spoken, and Aubrey shakes his head.

“Told Lou McHale I’d be butchering this one for him, that I’d bring it parcelled out already for him after showing you. Normally I’d just bring the whole animal, and I’d bring in my skins on top. I don’t care for wastage. If Lou wouldn’t buy all this from me I’d just hand out what I didn’t eat. You want some of it to take home?”

“I don’t much eat venison,” says Mr Peele. “I’m sure I wouldn’t know how to cook it.”

“I’ll cook for you,” says Aubrey.

Mr Peele’s face goes from faintly green to faintly pink, and Aubrey feels a kind of shift in his waters, a sort of silent pull toward him. He doesn’t know that Mr Peele is all that at home with the company of other men, or at least, men like Aubrey – rough men, hard men, dirty men.

“Oh,” says Mr Peele. “You will?”

“Sure,” says Aubrey, and takes a step closer, the two of them in the clearing together alone, and when Aubrey dips his head in close, Mr Peele freezes, stiff and seeming almost dizzied by the attention, by how close Aubrey is to him.

He shivers at the ghost of Aubrey’s lips over his, and jumps when Aubrey presses the folded pelt into his hands, makes him feel the skin, the soft hairs all over it, and when Aubrey pulls away, his eyes are shiny, his jaw agape.

“Mr— Mr Redd,” he says achingly when Aubrey steps away and folds the pelt into another piece of paper, tying it up in string. “I thought for a moment you were going to kiss me.”

Aubrey almost laughs, and to stop himself from doing it out loud, he stares in the other direction, into the trees, keeps his back to the other man.

“Oh, yeah?” he asks, and doesn’t chuckle, although the urge burns in his chest, catches in his throat. “A funny thought, that, kissing another man on the mouth just ‘cause they’re skinning a deer together.”

“Ha,” says Mr Peele faintly. “Funny.”

Aubrey supposes he’s a virgin, that he’s not at home with the way two men can touch each other anymore than he is a man and a woman. It occurs to him to bend him over this table now, or maybe, tonight, that he’ll lay this deer pelt out and fuck him on his back on it, let him feel the texture on his bare shoulders, his bare ass, jolt the way he did a second ago just touching it with his fingers.

“Let’s go back into town,” says Aubrey softly. “And I’ll cook for you in those rooms of yours, Mr Peele. How’s that sound?”

“Yes,” says Peele, eagerly, hungrily.

Aubrey wonders how long it would take him, left to figure it out on his own, exactly what he’s hungry for.

[princeleyjeans]

A very real sentence by a fictional man

You know when you're just dabbling with story chapters in your head and you hit a really intense part that fuels itself and your brain is just a projector to watch the scenes play from and suddenly the character arcs are writing themselves? -- Example: my OC's husband, a very family/town-oriented person focused on just raising his kids and getting from work to back home, eating dinner then reading report cards, is simple, easy, and direct but is by his morals. He has questioned them in the past (More in the terms his father set like Ghoul-folk are evil and all that crap, turning on the bias/racism to marry the son of a long-feared/hidden deity written to bring the end of times/a new era of hell) though stuck to the main ones like "Help the police, protect others, be good". While the projector was rolling he said something that got me incredibly selfish and preserving, unlike him and felt so real... S: The families will get their closure someday, playin' martyr for that psychopath won't give them anythin' B: I led the pigs to slaughter- S: Goin' by someone else's orders. No man should go to jail for openin' a fuckin' door- B: I was an accomplice! S: Listen up right now, big fella, you were a kid, doin' what his daddy said, followin' orders. Wanna play the blame game? we can go all fuckin' night. B: I murdered those people...someone needs to give them justic-- S: So you're gonna be the one to do that and leave us? the boys, your boys? And Me, the man who stood by you for all these years? Questioned his own tribe? His fuckin' chief?! Could've been disowned, but I held it together because it was supposed to be us against the world, and you wanna toss that to the wind so a bunch-a cultists can feel better for five fuckin' minutes? B: It's not that simpl-- S: Know it ain't, but you going away gives him the media parade he needs to do this shit all over again! He's sent down on insanity charges and given all the book deals he needs to keep things runnin', you put us in a shit storm for the moral high ground- B: That's not fair- S: You ain't your daddy! You don't need to abandon your family to prove that. I mean, fuck! What about me? You're all I fuckin' know in this world! What happens to me if you're gone? We grew up together, I gave you my heart, my body, my goddamn soul, I risked everything for what we got and after all these years you're worried about doing the right thing for people who don't even matter! B: Don't want to become a monster-- S: You ain't a monster, You're you, you stupid shit. You're too good for this world, too good for him, too good for me but while I still fuckin' breathe I'm hanging on as tight as physically fuckin' possible to you because you're my goddamn husband. You're a daddy, to three asshole boys but they need you, I need you...Please don't leave me, not for some old man with delusions of grandeur. B: I can't testify, not knowing what I do- S: Then don't, stay right here with us, be the traumatized 17-year-old boy you came to my family's farm as and say nothin'. They won't find anythin', and they won't find it, I'll make sure. But don't leave, not every momma and daddy get to sleep knowin' where their babies are...we're lucky, we do...sometimes God's cruel like that B: When did you become alrite with blurring the lines?

S:...'shows binding ritual scar' When I found the person worth blurring them for...

[fardell24b]

Spider Quinn 05: The Trip to Freemont - Part 3

After some questioning of the bartender and finding that all the people there were similar to Travis, Daria realised it was going to be more difficult than she expected.

Quinn was annoyed at Daria. They hadn’t gotten anywhere. Once outside of the bar again, she asked; “What was that? He didn't tell us anything.”

“I know. These cowboy guys are all alike.”

“Daria, all guys are all alike. The secret is knowing how to ask them.”

“And how am I supposed to ask them?” Daria asked.

“You can't just be all meek and respectful. You have to remember that line about how you catch more flies with money.”

“Excuse me, but if it weren't for your total recklessness, it wouldn't matter that I'm meek, because we wouldn't be in this situation.”

“Don't worry, I may be reckless but I'm also a problem-solver.”

After having changed into the outfit Travis had bought for her, Quinn and Daria re-entered the bar. There was one way to gain their attention, climb up on a table.

“Attention, guys. We're just two little city gals from Lawndale.”

“Lawndale’s a suburb,” one of the men interrupted.

“Right. And we know we shouldn't be here, but some friends of ours got pulled over by the sheriff recently. We brought the bail money to get them out, and now some mean old cowboy's stolen it. Now, I'm not saying all cowboys are mean or old or thieves, but it does make me think twice about ever considering a cowboy for a boyfriend.”

“Well, heck, little lady, I've been pulled over myself. It's humiliating, and bad for the soul. Here's ten bucks,” one of the men said as he put money on the table.

“Doggone it, we're not all bad, little miss. Take 20,” another said.

But a third was suspicious. “Now hold on. How do you know we're not the ones being flimflammed here? You fast-talking suburban gals think you can just march in and con some cowboys? Is that your game?”

“Um, no. Not at all,” Quinn said nervously.

“You think we're a bunch of dumb hicks. What do you know about us?” the suspicious one said.

“I don't call 'em cowboys till I see 'em ride,” Daria said.

“What?”

“Cause a Stetson hat and them fancy boots don't tell me what's inside,” Daria responded.

“Hey, that's Conway Twitty. You like Conway Twitty music?”

“You bet your lonesome prairie campfire I do, partner.”

“All right!” he said as he changed his tune; “Now these are cowgirls. Fellas, step on up here and empty your pockets.”

They soon arrived back at the Sherrif’s office.

“Now, I'm not gonna have to come out and stop you from chasing your husband with a skillet again, am I?” the Deputy Sherrif asked a woman.

“Well, that depends. You think you can come out and stop him from saying or doing something stupid first?” the woman responded.

“I wish. But I don't have time to ride herd on every stupid man in this county. Especially judges,” the Deputy said as the woman left.

“We’re here to pick up our friend, Jane Lane,” Daria said.

“Who?” the Deputy asked.

“Jane Lane, and Trent Lane. They're with a band.”

“Oh, yeah, they're not here anymore. They're with... the sheriff.”

Daria and Quinn entered the hall.

“Finally,” Jane said.

“Sorry. It has been a long day,” Daria said as apology.

“Tell me about it,” Jane responded.

“How’d you get out of jail?” Daria asked.

“Well, it was a little dicey with that jerk deputy,” Jane said. She turned to a girl nearby “Oops, sorry, Tina.”

“It's okay. When Daddy puts on the uniform, he's a whole different person,” Tina said.

“But lucky for me, the sheriff's a big fan of Picasso.”

“Not bad,” Daria said.

While Daria and Jane were talking, Quinn slipped away.

Fortunately, Travis had told SpiderGirl a lot of details, so she didn’t get lost. Following up on his ‘rumors’ was easy. Of course, she was wary in case it was a trap, or if he had misled her.

She found her away to a warehouse on the edge of town. She lowered herself from the roof above some goons guarding an entrance. She realised that she was doing it upside down. ‘Why am I doing it this way?’ she wondered. ‘I’ll figure it out later.’ “Hello! Is the Boss in?” she asked.

The goons brandished some guns, but didn’t otherwise respond.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” SpiderGirl said before disarming them with webs before webbing them up.

“Are you the Boss?” the feminine voice asked.

“Who are you?” the Boss asked.

“I’m the webslinging girl of justice.”

“What?”

“I’m the protector of a suburban town,” she added.

“Which town?”

“I am SpiderGirl and Lawndale is under my protection!”

“Lawndale? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the Boss said.

“I know you’ve been hiring thieves to steal from stores and houses there,” SpiderGirl said.

The Boss looked around, trying to figure out where her voice was coming from. He grabbed a gun from a drawer.

“Oh no you don’t!” SpiderGirl said and he found himself disarmed by some kind of web.

He looked up and saw a feminine figure wearing some kind of red and blue suit hanging upside down from the ceiling.

“Great! Those reports are true! Some kind of freak, swinging from rooftops.”

“Freak! I’m not a freak!” SpiderGirl said. “I’m a superhero!”

SpiderGirl then webbed up the Boss and removed him from the premises before she set off the fire alarm. She smirked as the sprinklers went into action, soaking all the documents she had strewn about his office. She placed a note next to him, written in a different style to what she had used in Lawndale so far, and then made herself scarce.

Quinn returned to the hall as the party was finishing.

“There you are,” Daria said with a slight tone of worry.

“Sorry, I was looking around the town, you know,” Quinn responded.

“There’s not much to see,” Jane said.

Quinn shrugged.

“Anyway, it appears you Morgendorffer girls can actually get along,” Jane said.

“For brief periods, spaced many days apart,” Daria commented.

“We did make a pretty good team,” Quinn said.

“Maybe you should quit the Fashion Club and we could just go around solving crimes,” Daria suggested.

‘You don’t know the half of it,’ Quinn thought. “But that's what the Fashion Club is all about: solving crimes against fashion.”

“I hope jail wasn't too bad for you,” Daria said to Trent.

“Nah,” Trent said.

“We met the guy who invented punk music and introduced rice to the Japanese,” Nick said.

Daria rolled her eyes.

Soon, they were heading back to Lawndale. Quinn thought about what Daria had said.

“Maybe you should quit the Fashion Club and we could just go around solving crimes.”

‘With the way things are with Sandi, the Fashion Club looks quite rocky,’ she considered. ‘But I don’t think Daria would want to work with SpiderGirl. But I suppose I can work with her as myself.’ But she wasn’t sure.

[anoddreindeer]

Big Dreams, Little Town

It's a relatively quiet night, all things considered.

The night critters are drowned out by the piano coming from the saloon, the sounds of people chatting little impeded by the swinging half-doors. The moon hangs high overhead, high enough that folks who have to wake up with the sun are asleep and only the folks who didn't have to are still in the saloon enjoying themselves. The lights of the saloon cast a warm half-circle in front of it, but the moon overhead casts the rest of the sleepy little town in stark silver and deep shadows.

The relative stillness of the night is broken as a short, stocky man pushes his way out of the saloon doors, a youngster held by the scruff of the neck in each hand. These he throws unceremoniously out of the warm glow of the saloon's light and into the silver of the moon. They land awkwardly, each throwing up a puff of white caliche dust that settles on them slowly in the still air.

"And stay out til you grow a pair!"

The stocky man turns and returns to the warmth of the saloon, while the two youngsters - no longer boys but certainly not men, stuck in that in-between spot with bones that speak of strength and not enough meat to cover them yet - get up and brush themselves off. Well, one of them brushes himself off while the other, taller among the two, takes a half step back towards the inviting circle of warmth in front of the saloon door.

"You'll be sorry! You'll rue the day you threw John Blackwood out of your damn saloon and that's a damned promise!"

The shorter youngster snorts, having rid himself of most of the white caliche and resettled a hat upon his head that is at once too big and too glamorous, silver glinting on the hatband in the light of the moon in a fashion that painfully contrasts the jutting angles and knobby bones of the one underneath it.

"'Rue the day,' really John? Where'd you pick that one up?"

The taller youngster - John - brushes himself off distractedly as he begins to pace in front of the saloon, just out of range of its warm inviting glow - a panther held at bay by knowledge taller than any fence.

"Some preacher fella, going on about the evils of the world. You'd've heard him too if you hadn't a been trying to pay court on that girl with the red hair, Doug."

Doug grins as he tilts his head back, teeth catching the moonlight to flash at his taller companion.

"Emily Coiner! She was a real firebrand, too."

John snorted.

"And so was her daddy, when he tanned your hide for walkin' out with his little girl."

Doug's smile fades, and the silence that falls between the two of them is only punctuated by the piano from the saloon. The player is, once again, starting in on a fairly creditable rendition of Camptown Ladies.

"I tell you what, Doug, they really WILL rue the day. You and me, we'll find the right guys and we'll come back and wipe this stupid as hell town off the damn map."

"Oh we will, huh? Where? How? Why would a buncha guys listen to a couple beanpoles like us?"

John gestures emphatically, as if to wave away all the objections and other impediments to his plan.

"We ain't always gonna be beanpoles, Doug. And they'll follow us 'cause if they don't, I'll break 'em in half. But they'll want to follow us, 'cause we'll be the best damn gang in the territories an' ain't nobody gonna bring us down! We'll take what we want and if anyone tries to throw us out of a saloon again, we'll throw THEM out! Ain't nobody gonna cross Blackwood's gang."

"Oh, Blackwood's gang, huh? Why not Hale's gang?"

"Cuz I'm taller 'n you, and also Hale's a stupid name for a gang. Sounds like a Hail Mary and I ain't about to deal with a buncha god-botherin' idiots in the gang."

"Hale Mary? You take that back!"

Douglas Hale pounces on John Blackwood, and the two tussle as they ever have under the silver moon and star-studded black sky. Brothers, in word, bond, deed, and choice, and one day perhaps their dreams will come true. But, for tonight, they are boys making dreams and brothers all the same.

[atombombbibunny]

So a wut about Austin!elvis x reader where he had met reader before going to army or meeting priscilla and reader was the niece of hank snow so they used to meet secretly but when hank found out he took her away from him back to the reader hometown so after years of meeting priscilla and growing feelings for her elvis gets a news from Tom that Reader has expired because of a car accident? And he goes to see the funeral and remembers all the old times? And regrets leaving reader?

Or

Austin butler x reader where reader is a famous personality and who is also his celebrity crush as they had worked together in the film aliens in the attic as love interests of each other but he thinks they won't like him cuz they work with marvel,godzilla and such franchises do in an interview once he mistakenly says he has a crush on yn then during Met gala he meets her after the long years of aliens in the attic and then talk with each other and all then in an interview reader reveals that she likes Austin too or something rest is to you

AN: Thank you so much for the ideas! I love all of these but the Elvis/Hank Snow's daughter once had my mind flooding with ideas, I did some tweaking I hope you still like it! (FYI I am always open for prompts/requests unless posted otherwise!)

Pairing: Elvis/Elvis!Austin x Reader (picture whoever)

Words: 2273

Warnings: Mentions of emotional abuse, death, depression. Lots and lots of angst. Probably some timeline screw ups but whatev

Soft & Tender Snow

The summer of 1955 was one Elvis would never forget.

He knew Hank Snow despised him; he knew his son Jimmy was beginning to look up to him. But my god when he met Y/N it was something completely different.

 You were strong willed and smart mouthed; you were innocent and delicate but also took no guff from no man.

You drove your own car when you all were on the road, and you never shared a room with your family as you relished your time alone.

You weren’t scared to slap a fella who would make a pass at you.

And Elvis was taken by you.

The first time you two spoke he half expected you to rip off his jacket like most girls in your position would do, instead you leaned against a wall, your arms tucked behind you as you made light conversation with him before telling him your daddy would have his head on a platter for just talking to you. It made Elvis laugh harder than he had in years.

Through the months he would notice you watching from the side stage as he performed, swaying your hips gently back n fourth with the rock music. His smile would always grow in size at the sight of your feet tapping.

You would notice him watching from the grounds as you accompanied your father and brother on stage playing the guitar. A smirk plastered on his face as he had told you time and time again it should be you singing up on that stage.

You loved his shy demeanor when he was off stage, you savoured it knowing no other girl was witnessing what you were. You loved when he stumbled over his words, his ego was not so big around you.

You would take midnight walks together, you’d either come sneakin’ to his room or vice versa, the roads in the small towns you’d be in would be empty, you’d talk about nothing, yet those would be the things he would remember the most.

When he wanted to sing to you, he had you turn away, he would stand on one side of a tree and you the other. You’d swoon at his voice when he sang you ballads.

Your first kiss was after an electric performance Elvis did, he stepped off the stage and wanted nothing more but to sweep you off your feet.

He stormed the grounds till he found you chatting with some of the other girls in the circus, before you even saw him his hands flew to your face, capturing his lips with yours as you breathed into his kiss, your hands wrapping around his forearms.

After that the two of you were even more inseparable than before, your attempts at hiding the small smiles, kissing behind the stage before you had to run on, hand holding in the middle of the night grew into something more.

Your first night with Elvis was anxiety inducing, you couldn’t stop fiddling with your dress as you waited on him to answer the door, he had begged to see you that night and though you were used to his request for  a midnight stroll you knew this was something different.

The way he held you that night, showing you things you had never even heard of before, the way he whispered little bird into your ear had you losing your ability to see straight. Nothing would ever compare to his touch for the rest of your life. It was addicting and life threatening, your new drug as you began to spend almost every night with him.

Some nights were just holding each other as he’d watch you carefully, memorizing every line, freckle, sunspot, and dimple on your face.

The two of you thought you were invincible against those who stared and whispered.

But all the time in the world wasn’t long enough especially when your daddy started figuring things out.

Your crafted lie about hating Elvis but were being forced by the Colonel to teach him some guitar techniques fell to pieces when your father came to check on the two of you and saw you kissing in Elvis’ room.

His grip tightened around your life, Jimmy had taken over driving with you, you were also forced to bunk with him on all trips, though Jimmy looked up to Elvis and let you see each other every once and a while he feared his father, begging for you to stop crying the nights you were trapped in your room.

Elvis fought to spend every last second with you, whether it was simply being in the same area with you when you ate or grazing your arm with his hand as you walked past each other it was something he could do to get by.

The more time passed the less time you spent together, the more Elvis and you were left hurting. You knew he was sneaking other girls into his room, and your daddy made a point of telling you this to your face, breaking down your confidence every day.

By the end of the tour you were a husk of your former self, someone neither you nor Elvis recognized as you climbed into the passenger side of your car one last time. As you drove through the night Elvis sped beside Jimmy signing for him to pull over, your father was far ahead of your car.

Once on the grass Elvis practically sprang from his car rushing to your side to get to your door, pulling you out of your seat. He begged for you to talk to him, you were so beaten down by your daddy that you couldn’t even look him in the eyes.

Elvis was trying to keep himself together at the sight of your pale fragile looking body, when you couldn’t speak a lick to him or look at him all he thought he could do was hold you, he pulled your waist towards him and engulfed you into his embrace, hoping his touch would bring back your bright eyes and bold personality. When your shaking arms wrapped around his back a few tears slid from his eyes before he released you. Jimmy was begging for you to get back in the car to not risk any impending anger.

Once Elvis watched you step back into the car you looked at him, he didn’t know it was going to be the last time he saw you.

The next year Elvis wasn’t on the Louisiana Hayride. You had heard he was doing movies as well as being carted off to the military. Your daddy made a whole show of telling you what a sinner of a man he was and that you were lucky you were saved from him.

As years passed and Elvis moved on with his life and stardom, you had simply moved on with your life, leaving the family band, marrying, having children. The things expected by a woman.

You saw him get married in the papers, you saw him have his child, you saw as his movies began to flop, you’d still see every last one. No longer seeing the shy, nervous boy, but a man who was losing his true self.

But every once and a while, while the moon shined brightly in the streets below, or if either of you were awake at midnight you’d think back to the late walks, the chatting in the wind, the singing in the midnight sky.

When he did his ’68 come back you watched gleefully on your TV, he no longer looked a thing like when you had first met him at the Hayride, but you could see the sparkle in his eyes that you could instantly recognize as pride. Elvis couldn’t help but think of you when he sang Heartbreak Hotel, eyes wandered through the crowd wishing to see your face, to see you sway back n fourth to the sound of his voice, but you weren’t there.

One morning Elvis was back at Graceland, talking about his future without the Colonel when  a few loud knocks caught him off guard. He wasn’t expecting anyone else at the house, it was already full of the people he needed.

He took charge of answering the door himself, ready to tell some sweet looking gal to hop off his step but was caught by surprise when he saw Jimmy Snow Jr. standing on his porch, holding his hands in front of him. “My god, Jimmy how you doin’ boy?” He pulled the fully grown man into his arms; it had been decades since he saw him last. “Elvis, nice seein’ you.” The man said keeping polite. “What in gods name brings you to Graceland ,son?” Elvis moved to the side signaling for Jimmy to step into his house.

But Jimmy stayed in his spot at the front of the house, Elvis furrowed his eyebrows taking in Jimmy’s demeanor, something was wrong.

“Elvis, I know it’s been a long time, but I thought you ought to know.” Elvis swallowed hard, scared over the next words out of his mouth. “Y/N died in a crash a few days ago.” Jimmys head hung low as a few tears slid down his cheek, his body began to shake. “I know you probably forgot bout her, but she never forgot you, Elvis.” Elvis could only hear a high-pitched ringing in his ears, he closed his eyes and squeezed the bridge of his nose. “No, yeah.” He muttered out. “Course I remember Y/N.” He pulled the trembling man back into his arms for a quick embrace, Jimmy stood still, as a slightly sob burst through his lips.

Once released Jimmy cleared his tears and ran a hand through his hair. “Well, listen the funeral is Saturday, it would be an honor if you’d be there.” Elvis nodded blankly, his mind running 1000 miles an hour. “Yeah, yeah I’ll be there.” He confirmed, Jimmy nodded before clearing his throat, trying to hide the strain in his voice. “That’s very kind of ya. I’ll be seeing you.” Elvis almost collapsed to the floor when the large door was finally closed but he couldn’t let his family see him break over a girl from years and years ago.

That night he told Pracilla, she understood and asked if she should go with him, he declined telling her it was something he needed to do completely alone.

On the drive out to Nashville, Elvis allowed himself to cry, pulling over a few times he fought himself on the lingering regret he withheld. He should have fought your daddy, should have told him you were old enough to make your own decisions. He should have told you, you were his first true love, and that he still had your face memorised, still had your laugh playing in his ears, still had the feeling of your small hands in his.

Elvis got to Nashville on the day of the funeral, he checked into his hotel, changed, and headed off to the cemetery. He was lucky that he was able to go off by himself like this, no security, no paparazzi, just silence as he drove.

Once at the cemetery he kept his head low before taking a seat.

A few pictures of you were next to your flower covered coffin, Elvis bit his tongue at the sight of the one picture. One from your younger years, one that he had specifically taken of you when you rode the ferris wheel, you always claimed to be scared of how high you were going but Elvis figured you were just trying to get close to him. The joy and bliss shined brightly in your eyes perfectly in the picture, the way many people needed to remember you. Not the way Elvis did, the broken, fragile state he last saw you in.

He willed the thought away as Jimmy took a seat in front of Elvis, turning to him to shake his hand as he thanked him for coming, Hank sat next to Jimmy, he didn’t acknowledge Elvis.

As the ceremony went on and the priest read psalms from his bible, Elvis sat in his thoughts, lost to his own memories, remembering the first time he saw you to the last. To the time he saw you slap a man for grazing your ass, to the gasps of Elvis cussing when his car was acting up. From your first kiss that you hadn’t seen coming, to the night he made love to you and caressed your body with his hands.

Jimmy stood to say a few words, as did his father, and as the casket lowered into the ground Elvis wanted nothing more but to drop to his knees and sob out his heart. Instead he gripped Jimmy shoulder as the man cried into his hands, Elvis felt another hand on top of his as he saw Hank looking back at him, tears blurred his eyes as he acknowledged his existence and just how important Elvis was to you.

After people had filtered out Elvis stood staring at your grave, he wished greatly to see you once more, he should have driven out sooner to find you, to catch up over lunch, to hear of your life, to talk about your children.

Elvis grazed your headstone; he was regretting not bringing you flowers.

He sat on the cold ground as he traced over the engraving of your name.

“I love you little bird, I’ll always love you.” He mumbled before resting his head on the stone and let his tears flow once more.

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Trouble Arises (dad!Arthur Morgan x reader)

A/N: Here’s a little bit of dad!Arthur for Father’s Day! 

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: none, fluffy dad!Arthur, protective dad!Arthur

Summary: While out with you and Daisy, Arthur runs into some trouble. 

***

“Looky at this one!” Daisy tugged on a dress that was on a shop rack. 

“I like the bow on that one.” You told her, eyes flickering over the dress. It was periwinkle with numerous ruffles on the skirt and an adorable bow at the waist. 

Your husband was trailing quietly behind you, admiring the bright look in Daisy’s eyes as she went from dress to dress. It wasn’t often that the three of you ventured into town together, let alone that she was able to pick out her very own dress. So he made sure to enjoy every moment.

“Daddy! Look at this!” She stopped at a pink and white dress.

“That’s real pretty, ain’t it sweetpea?” Arthur looked at the dress. “Almost matches those shoes Papa got for you a while back, don’t they?”

“Yeah! The ones with the white bow.” Daisy nodded her head. 

“Is that the one you wanna get?” He asked her, but the young girl was already moving on to another dress.

Arthur watched her look at the dress excitedly, bouncing a little where she stood when the excitement became too much to contain. 

“You okay, Arthur?” You placed your hand on his arm.

“Yeah, just fine.” He gave you a smile. “How long you think it’s gonna take her to find a dress?”

“Do you want to be home at any specific time?”

“No, no. There’s no rush. Just curious.” He shook his head. “Let her take all the time she wants. She’s really happy, ain’t she?”

“She is.” You squeezed his arm and leaned in to kiss his shoulder before moving to be closer to Daisy. 

Arthur started to follow you. 

A familiar feeling began to creep up his spine. It was the same feeling that he could remember having all those years ago when he was a wanted man. Someone was watching him. 

He came to a stop, allowing you and Daisy to walk ahead of him, and looked around. 

Outside of the front shop windows, Arthur spotted someone looking in. They cupped their hands around their eyes and peered in through the glass. They were trying to find someone and seeing as Arthur and his family were the only ones in the store aside from an elderly couple, Arthur had a sinking feeling in his gut that the person outside was looking for him. 

He quickly stepped behind a support beam that held the ceiling up. His eyes darted over to you. You were unaware of what was happening, brushing your fingers over the sleeve of a dress Daisy had stopped to admire. 

But a sharp whistle caught your attention. It was instinctive for you to react to that whistle. It was his form of nonverbal communication back when you were running with the Van Der Linde Gang. 

Your eyes instantly caught his. He tilted his head just slightly, motioning for you to come to him. 

Though he hadn’t said anything else, the mannerisms made your stomach churn. Why hadn’t he said your name? Why was he hiding behind a column? 

“Daisy? Let’s go over to daddy.” You suggested, placing your hand between her shoulders. 

As you reached him, he took your hand and pulled you so that you stood behind the column too. Daisy was placed strategically between you both. 

“Daddy, there’s a dress-,”

“Sweetpea, I know you wanna look at dresses right now but there’s something real important that I’ve gotta discuss with momma, okay?” He looked down at her, brushing a few pieces of hair behind her ear. 

She nodded her head.

“There’s a couple of fellas outside.” Arthur lowered his voice as his eyes found yours. “Look over my shoulder around the beam behind me. “They’ve been looking in like they’re searchin’ for someone.”

You looked towards the window like he suggested and spotted the two men. They leaned in towards each other and then one looked back towards the window before the other looked towards the front door. 

“Do you think they’re any trouble?”

“I don’t know.” Arthur rubbed the back of his neck.

“Then there’s no need to panic just yet.” You put your hand on his arm. 

His eyes stayed on yours, a furrow nestled between his brows. He didn’t share the same thoughts as you. 

“We don’t want to upset Daisy.” You reminded him, looking down at her. His gaze followed yours. She was on her tip toes looking at a snowglobe that rested on the table next to the column. 

“You’re right.” Arthur sighed out, rubbing his eyes. 

“Everything will be okay.” You kissed his cheek and rubbed his arm. “Daisy? Why don’t you tell daddy about the dress you want?”

“Okay! This way, daddy!” Daisy turned and took off across the store.

Arthur smiled as he watched her weave in and out of the racks. 

“She’s very excited to pick out her own dress.” You told Arthur. 

“I know. Talked about it the whole way here.” He chuckled softly. He turned his head to check the window. The two men were still there.

“You know, I can go out there and distract them while you take Daisy out the back.” You took Arthur’s hand in your own and began to walk with him towards Daisy.

“I don’t want you to have to do that, Y/N.” 

“But if it’s what gets you both out of here safe, then I don’t mind it.”

“You think you’re any good at distractions?” His tone was teasing as he squeezed your hand. 

“Oh, I like to think I am.” You leaned against him a bit. “Back in the day, I used to distract this really fine young man. I did it so well one time that he nearly got run over by his own horse.”

Arthur laughed, putting his arm around your shoulders. 

“Hosea still won’t let me forget about that.”

“Good. It was rather foolish of you to be watching me instead of your horse.”

“I can list a whole bunch of foolish things I’ve done ‘cause of you.” He hummed quietly, pulling you closer to him. “But I wouldn’t change any of them.”

“You’re a charmer even after all these years. You know that?”

The bell on the front door to the shop rung, causing both you and Arthur to look in that direction. The two men that had been looking in were now inside of the shop. 

Arthur put his hand on the small of your back and began to rush you towards Daisy.

“Take her out the back.”

“What about you-,”

“Don’t worry about me-,”

“You can’t just tell me that!” You whispered loudly. 

“Hey, sweetpea?” Arthur put his finger over his lips, signalling for her to be quiet as he approached. He knew she would excitedly begin to tell him about the dress she wanted, but now wasn’t the time for that.

“What, daddy?”

“Mommy’s got to take you home.”

“What? Why?” She crinkled her brows together. “What about my dress?”

“Don’t worry about the dress, love.” You took her hand and began to tug her towards the back door. “We have to go–,”

“But momma–,”

“Daisy Jane.” Arthur knelt down to her level. “Look at me, sweetpea.”

Daisy met his eyes, her mouth pulled down in a frown. 

“It’s real important that you listen to momma, okay? She’s gonna take you home where it’s safe. It’s not safe here right now. I love you, you know that?” He kissed her forehead. 

“Daddy–,”

“I love you, Daisy.” He repeated, standing up to face you. 

Your eyes were glossed with tears. 

“No tears, pumpkin.” He murmured. He leaned in to kiss your cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you.” 

You took Daisy’s hand and began to lead her towards the back door. You needed to get her somewhere safe. 

“Momma, why isn’t daddy comin’ with us?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to answer her. 

“It’s alright, love. He’ll be with us soon.”

***

You placed nervously on the porch. The sun was beginning to set behind the mountains. It had been a few hours since you got home and the anxiety in your stomach was becoming almost too much to handle. 

You had thought about going over to Charles and Lucy’s house and maybe having Charles go to town and see what had happened, or even having them watch Daisy while you went into town alone. 

Daisy was inside playing with her dolls. Hosea was inside with her. Carson was laying on the porch, big brown eyes watching you. 

You were just about to turn to go into the house and get Daisy when you heard hooves beating against the dirt road. 

Carson lifted his head, ears perked as he listened. 

You looked down the driveway, one hand gripping the railing. 

The faint outline of a horse and rider came into view. It wasn’t until a few moments later when you could make out the rider that you felt you could finally breathe. 

Arthur was finally home. And he was safe. 

You sat down on the porch steps, realizing then how achy your legs were. You hadn’t had time to sit down since you returned home with Daisy. You didn’t want to sit down. You physically couldn’t bring yourself to sit. The anxiety of thinking about what could have happened to your husband was too much. 

Carson ran out to the barn to greet Arthur. The dog followed alongside him as he made his way towards the house. 

You wanted to ask him what happened, to know if those men were lawmen or just trouble. But when you tried to talk, your voice became stuck in your throat and tears sprung out of nowhere. 

Silently, he sat down next to you and put an arm around you. You didn’t notice the paper bag he placed on to the steps. 

“I know…. I know it was scary.” He kissed the side of your head. “But I’m proud of you. You did real good, you know. We haven’t had to do something like that in years. You did good, pumpkin.”

“I-I thought you were…. I was so scared, Arthur. I didn’t want to have to raise her by myself.” You turned to put your face into his neck. 

“I know. But I wouldn’t let that happen.” He kissed your head once more. 

The front door opened and Daisy ran out with her arms wide open. 

“Daddy!”

“Sweetpea!” He caught her, pulling her around into his lap. 

“You were gone! Why were you gone for so long?” She frowned up at him. 

“Oh, cause I was hidin’ from ya.”

“Daddy!” She crinkled her nose. Daisy looked over at you, taking note of your teary eyes. “Why are you crying?” 

She reached out to wipe your cheek off. 

“Cause I’m really happy daddy is back. I missed him.” You smiled. 

“I missed him too.” Daisy tucked her head into his neck. Arthur kissed her hair and squeezed her a little. 

“Don’t you worry, girls. I’m not goin’ anywhere.” He assured you both. “Sweetpea, I got a little present for you.”

“A present?” She pulled away from him, looking around to see where her present could be. 

“I know momma and I told you that you could pick out your own dress, but- Well, things happened and that didn’t happen.” He picked up the bag and handed it to her. “Take a look inside and let me know if you like it.”

Daisy excitedly dug her hand into the bag and pulled out the pink and white dress she had been looking at. She squealed in delight and threw her arm around Arthur.

“Thank you, daddy! Thank you!”

“Aw, you’re welcome, sweetpea.” He kissed the side of her head. 

“I wanna try it on!”

“I’ll be in in just a moment to help you put it on, Daisy.” You told her. 

She scrambled to get off of Arthur’s lap and then ran into the house. 

Arthur watched her disappear through the door. 

“You think she’s upset about not being able to pick out her own dress?” He asked quietly. “I mean, I did tell her she’d be able to pick her own out.”

“Does she look upset, Arthur?” You reached out to cup his cheek. “She’s too young to understand why we had to leave the shop so soon. She wouldn’t understand even if we tried to explain it to her. All she knows is daddy brought her home a new dress and from the looks of it, Arthur, she really likes it.”

“Yeah, I reckon.” He ran a hand over his hair. 

You leaned over to kiss his cheek before standing up. 

“I promise you she’s perfectly happy.”

Arthur watched you walk through the front door of the house, leaving him on the porch. 

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Journal - Chapter 4: Saint Denis

(This post is all of the journal pages and typed transcripts that were written specifically for this chapter. This post will not include stranger missions or side stuff.)

After The Joys of Civilization

We've moved again. More trouble with the Pinkertons. More trouble with them locals. More trouble all around.

Little Jack's been kidnapped, so we're trying to find him. Apparently some fella in Saint Denis,

Senor something or other, took umbrage to our presence and kidnapped him or, heaven forbid, worse. We burnt down Braithwaite Manor when we went hunting for him, in an almighty scrap.

Then we got spoken to again by Agent Milton. This time, he asked us for Dutch's head on a platter.

We got him to leave, but they ain't too pleased with us.

So we headed into Saint Denis to find little Jack. We was told he'd been kidnapped by some local gangster, this Italian feller called Bronte, a local tough guy.

We ain't found him, but he's found us. Dutch and I headed into town and I managed to get myself robbed by a bunch of children. This was a new low, even by my standards. Anyway, we found  Mr Bronte and

are going to pay him a call.

We better get the boy back soon, not least because if we don't Abigail will kill the lot of us. All this after we burned down the Braithwaite Manor house looking for him and made some real enemies of ourselves back in that country.

We're now hiding deep in the swamps, trying not to get

eaten by wildlife or sunk too deep in the mud. I cannot decide which I like less - the swamps or the city. Both are full of parasites, reptiles and slime, but the swamp's prettier.

Dutch is trying to think of where we can run next, but in the meantime, we are deep in the swamps. Hiding in some disease ridden old plantation house, mostly swallowed up by nature.

Guess we will find Jack, get some money, then flee, but where?

These bastards ain't giving up. We're a long way east of land we know and far from real open country.

After Angelo Bronte, A Man of Honor

I always heard Saint Denis was one of the 7 wonders of the world. If this is so, I don't care much to see the other 6. It's a depressing place that shows you the only thing worse than people is a whole lot of people.

I have not ever met a lizard in a suit before, only now I have and his name is Angelo Bronte. He is either our salvation or our damnation. This city's strongman, arrived from Italy a few years ago and now knows and controls

everything and everyone. He had not harmed Jack, other than feeding him strange food, and Dutch seems to think that maybe we can get something from this oily dictator. Personally, I don't trust him more than I'd trust any hungry animal not to try and eat me, but for now, we are somewhat safe and hidden. Whole place gives me the creeps.

Mary wrote to me.

WANTS TO SEE ME AGAIN.

Oh, Mary, what fools we are, what a fool I am.

After  Fatherhood and Other Dreams

Saw Mary and the awful Daddy, who has taken to drink, which unsurprisingly ain't improved him a whole lot. What a foul pig he is. Taken to hawking off family heirlooms and cursing the world for it. Still a stuck up son of a bitch.

Now Mr. Linton has passed away, I wonder what he wants for his daughter? Funny thing is, I love her and yet am a bad lot.

Old Daddy is a good, upright man and yet he

treats his daughter like a possession to be mistreated and abused as he sees fit. Strange creatures, men.

I don't know. All I know is that I love her and she both loves and detests me. It never worked before and it won't ever work now, yet it gnaws at me, the idea of it gnaws at me like a sickness.

I've got to give all that nonsense up. I'm an outlaw, a murderer, a man with a code different to ordinary folk, and Mary ain't never going to be for my world.

Optional

We went to a Vaudeville show in town.

Dancing from France. Quite a business. What is wrong with me? Do I really think I can retire someplace nice and live a normal life with a wife?

Am I a big enough dolt to believe that is possible?

After The Gilded Cage

My lord, now I have done everything. I went to a ball, like a fool in a fairy tale. The mayor of Saint Denis. Dutch got us invited by old Señor Bronte and off we trooped, trussed up like turkeys for Thanksgiving and waxed and polished and primped to within an inch of our lives. Bronte did not mingle with the other guests but lorded over the place like a Roman Emperor deciding who to have killed for his fun. Place was full of drunks, lunatics, liars and clowns. But the thing was kind of fun. Managed to not get into too much trouble and may have some business

opportunities on account of enquiries there. We shall see, I guess. Seeing Bill dressed up like an ambassador and awkward as a school girl was one of the funniest moments of my life. Met Evelyn Miller, the writer, which was amazing for Dutch. Met the mayor. Dutch and Hosea seem to think this dump is a world of possibilities. They want to look into the bank and some other business opportunities. We shall see. As long as we can keep ahead of the Pinkertons and Mr Cornwall and the rest of them for a while, maybe we shall be okay.

After American Fathers

Met that writer Evelyn Miller in the street. He remembered me from the party - apparently my petty crime did not go entirely unnoticed.

Better keep my head down a little better. He introduced me to a couple of Indians. Father and son. Son angry, father with an air of, of what exactly?

Of something both impressive and frightening and kind about him. A great man, defeated by powerful and awful forces? I do not know, but his eyes, his very manner spoke to me.

Somehow, I've agreed to help them.

Seems they, like us, have problems with that gilded ape, Leviticus Cornwall and his foul empire. We shall see how this pans out.

After Horsemen, Apocalypses

Kieran, that poor kid we spared from O'Driscoll's gang up in the mountains is dead, killed by the bastards. He saved my life and I could not save his. They chopped his head off and tried to kill the lot of us.

Mrs Adler fought braver than any of us. She is driven by powerful forces I scarcely understand. That's what love has done to her, I guess. I feel like an animal, living out in the mud here. Whole place gives me the creeps.

K. RIP t

After Urban Pleasures

Seems those of us who thought Angelo Bronte was a lizard in a suit was right and them as thought he was a gentleman thief eager to help us on our merry way was wrong. Bastard sent us into a trap in town. Told us to rob a trolley station - no money but the entire police force waiting for us. Dutch nearly died. Lenny fought real hard - the kid is good in a fight - and saved us. Dutch is planning some big escape for us all. Some grand master plan. Everything we are attempting here seems troubled. I hope we can get out of here ALIVE.

Right now, it don't seem likely. Dutch is raging about Bronte's deception or betrayal or whatever quite it was. Dutch don't like being made a fool of. Even Micah with all his teasing and needling plays it real cool with Dutch. I would not want to be Bronte right now.

I cannot see Dutch letting this pass.

After Revenge is a Dish Best Eaten

Went to teach Angelo Bronte a lesson. Taught him something, I guess. Taught him alligators have a nasty way about them. Dutch is torn between his dreams of escape and his need to prove something or other, I don't quite know what. Not sure he does. Wants us to make one last big haul of cash $$$, then flee for TAHITI. Retire and become farmers. Where the hell is Tahiti? I guess they don't have Pinkertons there, at least. All them years we dreamed of being ranchers out in virgin lands in the WEST.

Now it's bananas and coconuts and long boat rides. Guess anywhere the train can get to, the law can get to. Dutch probably has it right. This country really don't want folk like us no more.

From ocean to ocean, place is going to law abiding and decent and dulled and rigid, until folks have frozen themselves into nothingness.

The people in this city are worse and more desperate than the nastiest gun slinger I ever met.

They'd shoot you in the back and make you pay

for your own funeral. They throw shit on you for sport. They walk past the lost and starving like they can't see them. Keep feeling sick but I'm it's nothing. This damn swamp. Ain't natural.

Adios Bronte

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Now In Color

Wanda x reader x Vision

After Wanda and Y/N's newly discovered pregnancies, the three had decided to call Westview's doctor for a home visit. 

Doctor Neilson was a balding man, who's opinions were on the misogynistic side.

"Yep! Definitely pregnant. Both of you." The doctor determined after having pressed a stethoscope to both women's stomachs.

"Believe it or not, we actually figured that out already," Y/N said, shaking her head once the man's back was to her.

"This has just kinda taken us by surprise," Wanda explained, one hand clutching Visions and the other on Y/N's thigh.

"It's just kinda sudden. Quite suddenly, wasn't it. I mean, practically overnight. I mean, how did this even happen?" Vision stammered, causing the doctor to stare at him blankly. 

"You see when a man, a woman, and a woman love each other very much."

"Well, we're just tickled pink or blue!" Wanda joked, interrupting the doctor, as the three rose from the couch.

"You're at about four months now. Is that accurate for the two of you?" He asked, receiving nods from both women.  "I thought as much. We like to let the little ladies keep tabs on their growing babes with fruit." Neilson told Vision. "Makes it simple for them. At four months, the fetus is about as big as a pear. At five months, papaya. Six grapefruit, seven pineapple, and eight honeydew."

"So we both have pears?" Y/N questioned.

"You both have pears." The doctor confirmed with a nod. "The three of you must have been planning for months to sync the pregnancies up like this." He added with a chuckle.

"Hypothetically speaking, what size fruit would it be at say twelve hours?" Vision asked, causing the doctor to blanch.

"Pardon? Twelve hours?"

"Well, I think this line of questioning is fruitless." Wanda cut in with a forced polite laugh as she moved to stand beside the doctor.

"Hypothetically speaking, should we be concerned?" Vision asked, rounding the back of the couch, holding Y/N's hand in his.

"Hypothetically speaking, every new father-to-be gets nervous." The doctor patronized, slapping a hand on Vision's neck.

"Well, I have nerves of steel, so there goes your theory, Mr. Doctor." Vision said, pulling away from the man.

"Vis, why don't you see the doctor out?" Y/N suggested, wrapping her arm around her husband's waist.

"That sounds like a great idea." Wanda agreed, nodding at the two with a smile.

"Of course." Vision nodded. "Thank you so much for dropping by Doctor Neilson." He said, leading the doctor out of the house as Wanda and Y/N smiled at one another.

"Well, I'm just glad you caught me in time." The doctor commented once outside. "I'm taking the wife on vacation this afternoon."

"Oh, well, I hope you have a nice holiday," Vision told the man. "Hey, Herb!" Vision called to their neighbor.

"Listen, can you keep the news of the girls, you know, just between us?" Vision asked the doctor. "It's that everything's happening so quickly, and we'd like to keep the news just in the family now."

"Of course. Mum's the word." The doctor assured. "I'm off! Bermuda, baby!"

"Yes." Vision waved Neilson off before he was distracted by the loud sound of machinery to his right. "Hey Herb, I think you might've taken the hedge-trimming a little too far there, old chum!" Vision joked, watching as his friend cut into his brick wall.

"So, I have." Herb laughed, continuing his brickwork. "Thanks, buddy."

"Yeah, don't mention it." Vision said slowly, gnawing on his lip before turning away. "Huh. Darlings, the strangest thing just happened outside with, whoa Nelly!" Vision exclaimed when his wives turned around. "Are you both bigger?"

Wanda turned to look at her stomach but knocked the fruit bowl as she tried.

Vision sped over and caught the fruit before it hit the ground.

"What do you mean?" Y/N asked, looking down. 

"I can't actually tell from this angle," Wanda said, gazing down.

"I can't even see my feet." Y/N sighed, looking up and at Wanda's own stomach. "Oh, God." She said, causing Wanda to look up.

"Yeah, we could be a little bigger." Wanda nodded, seeing the size of Y/N's stomach.

"I can't wait to be a proud papaya." Vision joked, proudly holding up the papaya. 

"Not one of your best, Vis," Wanda told him with a grin.

"Ah, so you're admitting I'm funny?" Vision asked as Y/N took the fruit out of his hand and moved towards the kitchen.

"I don't think she ever said that." Y/N teased as Wanda followed her and stole the papaya out of her hands. "I'm not even sure those words have ever been uttered before."

"I've heard you laugh at my jokes before. At least once." 

"That's because we didn't want to make you feel bad," Wanda said, cutting the papaya into small chunks.

"The first lesson we'll ever teach you, little ones, is to pretend that your daddy is funny," Y/N said to her bump, one hand on Wanda's. 

"That seems rather dramatic, don't you think, darling?"

"No." Both women responded teasingly.

"You know what we should start soon?" Wanda questioned. "A nursery."

"I've noticed there are a large number of stores in the town square that cater towards babies and first-time parents." Vision informed the two.

"That's great! Perhaps we could go after lunch." Wanda suggested, snacking on the fruit before her.

"We'll need to make a list," Y/N suggested as she made herself a sandwich. "Of furniture, clothing, books, everything we'll need."

"I could write the list while you and Wanda have lunch." Vision proposed.

"That sounds like a plan." Wanda smiled at him sweetly. 

"I'm gonna make myself a coffee first. Do you want a tea, Wand?" Y/N asked, grabbing a coffee cup.

"You might want to make a tea for yourself," Wanda said. "We can't have coffee while we're pregnant."

"None at all?" Y/N asked with wide eyes, causing both partners to nod. "You are so lucky I love you, little one," Y/N said to her bump.

Hours later, the three of you had returned from your shopping trip and were beginning to set up the nursery.

Vision was sat on the rocking chair, reading one of the many books on pregnancy he'd bought. Y/N was organizing the boxes of baby clothes,  all of which everyone agreed they'd needed. And Wanda was using her magic to set up the rest of the room. 

The three of you had had a long conversation about the theme of the nursery, which room they would have, and whether or not you would need one or two. Eventually, the three of you had come to an agreement on the nursery's theme. And you had all decided that the babies could share a nursery.

"Nesting, the overwhelming urge during pregnancy to clean, organize and prepare the home for the new baby." Vision read.

"See? You're an expert already. We've got nothing to worry about." Wanda assured, floating a mobile out of its box.

"We have nothing to worry about? We have two babies due at the same time." Y/N said, folding a purple baby grow. "They're gonna team up against us."

"We also have to worry about morning sickness, mood swings, aching backs and feet." Vision read before jumping out of the chair. "Darlings, you should probably sit down."

"Don't be silly. We're fine." Y/N soothed the android. "Women do this all the time. This is a natural part of life."

"We're excited, Vis," Wanda said as Y/N moved to stand beside her. "There's no morning sickness or mood swings, just excitement. And happiness, and, oh!" Wanda gasped. Y/N's stomach had brushed against hers, and suddenly, both women felt kicking. 

"Kicking already?" Vision asked, dropping his book and pressing one hand to each woman's belly.

"It feels so weird. In a good way." Y/N smiled her hand atop Visions.

"It's kind of fluttery." Wanda giggled, her eyes shining with happiness.

After Wanda said that, the three noticed a quiet flapping sound in the room and turned to see the butterfly mobile had turned into real butterflies.

"Did I do that? I didn't mean to." Wanda said as Y/N reached out for a blue butterfly.

"Uh? Darling?" Vision asked, leaning his nose out, where an orange butterfly sat. "Hello, little fella." Vision chuckled as Wanda moved it off his face. "Well, if that was the first kick," He started as Wanda opened the window, and Y/N caused a gentle breeze to push the insects from the room. "That puts you two at about six months!" Vision gasped.

"And I thought you had super speed," Y/N commented, closing the window.

"I just can't keep up." Vision sighed. "Please don't misinterpret." He said as Wanda moved to stand before him. "I can't wait to meet you, little Billy!" He cooed, leaning down to Wanda's stomach.

"Billy?" Wanda asked, her nose scrunching up.

"Yeah. I just figured with two pregnancies, the odds of having a boy are at fifty percent." Vision informed her.

"Well, I was just thinking Tommy for a boy. You know, a nice classical, all-American name." Wanda explained.

"Yeah, Tommy, but there's also Billy, isn't there?" Vision said, causing Y/N to giggle. 

"After Shakesphere?" Y/N questioned, raising a brow.

"Of course! You know, "All the world's a stage. All the men and women, merely players." Vision quoted.

"Well, I guess there's only one solution. Leave it to Y/N," Wanda said, and the two turned to the woman who raised her hands.

"I like both names," Y/N said sagely. "But if it's a girl. I like Luna." She told the two.

"Well, we ought to decide soon. I estimate the babies are due, it's not a constant progression, assumingly logarithmic, but were I to graph the fetal development thus far," Vision muttered to himself while Y/N and Wanda shared fruit out of a bowl.

"They're going to be here before you figure it out," Wanda informed their husband.

"Nearest I can conclude is that Luna and Billy,"

"Luna and Tommy."

"Are due Friday afternoon." Vision concluded, looking slightly scared at the revelation.

"In three days?" Y/N gasped, eyes wide.

"Maybe we should sit down," Wanda said, rushing out to the living room with Y/N and Vision at her side.

Wanda and Y/N sat at the kitchen island, nursing cups of tea (to Y/n's disgruntlement) while Vision sat at the dining table, a baby doll in front of him.

"I think we have an understanding." Vision said, staring the doll down. "Start the clock." Vision stated, setting the toy down, and when Wanda pressed the timer, he began to change it at rapid speed. "Done!" He announced, raising his hands.

"A new personal best!" Y/N announced with a grin as Wanda clapped.

"Yes!" Vision exclaimed proudly. "We are nothing if not prepared."

"Ooh!" Wanda gasped, her hand flying to her engorged belly. 

"Sweetheart?"

"Darling?"

"Do any of your books talk about this?" Wanda asked, gently rubbing her bump. "It's not painful, but it's strange."

"A tightening sensation?" Vision asked, grabbing a nearby book and flipping through the pages. 

"Yep, that's it." 

"Yes. Where was it? Where was it? Aha! "Braxton Hicks contractions, also known as false labor, usually starts in the third trimester. Named after John Braxton Hicks in 1875." Vision began to recite.

"Sweetheart." Y/N cut him off as Wanda stared at him unimpressed.

"Sorry." Vision apologized. "Are you feeling any similar sensations Y/N?" Vision asked, rising to his feet as Y/N nodded.

"I just thought it was the baby moving," Y/N told her partners. 

"This is excellent! This gives us a chance to work on our breathing exercises." Vision said, now standing before both his wife's. "It should go like this." He added before demonstrating the breathing pattern.

Both women copied his breathing a couple of times, but it didn't work.

"I can still feel it," Wanda told him.

"I'm sorry." 

"Oh!" Y/N gasped, her hand clutching onto the counter tightly as the room began to heat up.

"Honey, turning it up a bit too high," Wanda said, fanning herself at the sudden temperature rise.

"I'm sorry, I just got so warm all of a sudden," Y/N said, wiping her forehead.

"Many women experience a change in temperature during pregnancy." Vision said before Wanda let out a loud grunt.

And that was the chaos began.

The kitchen tap began to run on high, the lights flickered, the fridge rattled, and the washing machine shook. All the while, the temperature remained ungodly warm.

"What the Dickens?" 

"Oh, it's so warm."

"What is going on?"

"I think we should perhaps abandon the kitchen." Vision suggested, grabbing both women's hands and pulling them out of the moving kitchen.

The three made it into the dining room when the lights began to get brighter and brighter until they all burst.

The three were now standing back to back, hands raised and ready to defend themselves when everything got quiet.

"It stopped," Wanda whispered, afraid if she spoke too loudly, it would start again.

"Good," Y/N said as her body temperature and the room got cooler.

"I'll go check on the neighbors." Vision volunteered before rushing from the house.

As it turns out, the neighborhood did experience the after-effects of the women's contractions.

The weather had changed from a spring day to what felt more like a summer's day. 

And many homes had lost their power.

"It appears the whole block is out." Vision informed the two as he reentered the house. "Oh, and be prepared to hear about the abnormal weather change."

"And all that was just from fake contractions." Wanda shook her head.

"Who knows what damage we'll cause when the show really gets rolling?" Y/N asked rhetorically. 

"Do you think they know it's our fault?" Wanda asked Vision.

"Our neighbors?" Vision confirmed.

"Well, yes. With all the close calls we've been having, it seems the people of Westview are always on the verge of discovering our secret." Wanda explained, causing both her partners to stop.

"Yes, I know what you mean." Vision murmured.

"But it's more than that, isn't it?" Y/N wondered as she and Vision sat beside Wanda on the couch.

"Mr. and Mrs. Hart with dinner. Outside with Herb." Vision mused.

"The thing with Dottie," Y/N added.

"I think there's something wrong here, darlings," Vision told his wives.

"I don't think you're wrong." Y/N agreed while Wanda stared between the two.

"Yes, I know what you mean." Vision murmured. "The truth is, we are in uncharted waters." He said as he and Y/N sat beside Wanda on the couch. "And you know what? I am as anxious as you both."

"We just don't know what to expect," Wanda said, getting nods from both her partners.

"Nope." Vision agreed.

"Will they be human or come out red and gold?" Y/N asked, causing Wanda to smile. "Or will they be a bit of both?"

"If they're anything like their mothers Luna and Billy will be perfect." Vision promised.

"You mean Tommy." Wanda corrected with a smirk.

"Maybe." 

Before the argument over baby names could continue, Wanda let out a loud gasp, causing Vision and Y/N to jump to their feet.

"Oh no, darling, are you all right?" Vision gasped, staring at Wanda with panic in his eyes. 

"This is a real one!" Wanda exclaimed, leaning back on the couch.

"What?"

"I thought you said Friday afternoon!" Wanda demanded as Y/N kneeled in front of her placed a hand on Wanda's bump.

"Well, I didn't consider that the timings between developmental benchmarks could be quite random!" Vision defended himself as he began to float in the middle of the living room.

"Both of you need to calm down!" Y/N snapped, rubbing Wanda's stomach gently. "Breathe, both of you." She added before demonstrating the breathing techniques Vision had taught them.

Wanda began to follow along, and when both women turned to face him, Vision copied them.

As he centered himself, Vision was able to control his flight and stand on his own two feet. Wanda and Y/N, who needed help up, moved to stand in front of their husband took one of his hands each.

"Better?" Wanda asked, pressing Vision's hand to her stomach.

"Yes, darling, thank you, it's passing." Vision nodded as lightning cracked, and it began to pour in the living room. 

"Oh, that's me." Y/N gasped, looking down. "I think my water broke."

"What?" Wanda and Vision gasped, now both soaked from head to toe.

"Why didn't you say you were feeling contractions?" Vision demanded as he pulled both women under a table. 

"I wasn't!" Y/N exclaimed before letting out a whine, hand flying to her stomach. "I was fine until I touched Wanda's stomach!" She cried as Wanda took her hand and squeezed it gently.

"Do you think the babies are connected?" Wanda asked as Vision gently placed his hand on Y/N's stomach.

"There is a great possibility." Vision nodded. "It would explain why both pregnancies have been moving at the same rate." He said. "I'm sorry, but is there any chance you could stop the rain, please, darling?"

"I think I'm the one causing this now," Wanda said. "My waters broke."

"Well, I was just reading about the advantages of water birth." Vision joked.

Y/N crawled from under the table, and while knelt on the floor, she flicked her wrists and stopped the water flow.

"Oh, thank goodness." Wanda sighed.

"Let me help you up, dears." Vision said, crawling out of the table and helping both women to stand. "There we are."

"Oh, what a mess." Wanda gasped at the ruined furniture.

Wanda caused the sliding doors to fling open, and Y/N created a wind to dry off the three and their home.

"That's much better." Vision commented. Before he could say another word, both Y/N and Wanda were letting out groans and curling over, causing him to rush forward.

"Sweetheart, do you think it's time to,"

"Call the doctor." Vision nodded, rushing into the kitchen while Y/N pushed Wanda into a chair and sat herself.

"Yeah."

"Yes, I do, dear." Vision said, picking up the phone before slamming it down in anger. "Damn, the phones are down, too. I better run." He said, rushing towards the dining room. "Except he might have already left for vacation."

"What now?"

"At a time like this?"

"Well, in fairness, darlings, the babies are approximately nine months early." Vision tried to soothe the women. "I better leg it. Will you be alright?"

"Yeah." Wanda nodded, breathing heavily through her nose.

"Y/N?"

"We'll look after each," Y/N said with a nod. 

"I will be back as soon as I can." Vision promised, pressing a kiss to both women's temples before speeding out of the house.

"Disguise!" Y/N and Wanda called, but Vision was already gone.

"You two really know how to make an entrance, huh?" Y/N joked before a chittering sound caused her to freeze.

"That's coming from the nursery," Wanda whispered, slowly rising to her feet and beginning to make her way to the room.

"Why are you going towards the scary noise?" Y/N quietly asked as she followed after her wife.

The two were slowly tiptoeing towards the room, barely breathing, as they tried to catch sight of the noisemaker.

DING DONG!

The doorbell rang loudly, causing both Y/N and Wanda to jump.

"Don't!" Y/N stopped her wife from getting the door. "No-one knows about this." She said quietly, gesturing to their bumps.

"Oh shoot!" Wanda sighed, rushing to the coat closest and causing two overcoats to float out.

When both women's bumps were significantly covered, Wanda opened the door to reveal Geraldine standing there with a smile.

"Wanda, Y/N, what's up?" She asked, looking the two up and down. "It's one hundred and ten degrees out. Are you making a fashion statement? Didn't you feel the temperature rise?" Geraldine asked, making her way into the house.

"Hi, Geraldine. You know, now is not really a good time." Wanda said apologetically.

"No, no, no, they're foxy. You'll have to let me borrow it sometime. Both of 'em." Geraldine said, talking about the coats both women were wearing. "But first, I gotta borrow a bucket."

"A bucket?" Y/N asked, cocking her head.

"Not to wear, to use." She clarified. "Somehow, all the pipes in my ceiling burst at once, and I gotta bail myself out," Geraldine told the two.

"I think you'll need more than one," Y/N commented.

"Just stay right here," Wanda told the woman. "We might have a couple in the kitchen. Y/N a little help?" 

"Of course." Y/N nodded before the two ran off into the kitchen.

"I think they're just under the sink!" Wanda called before letting out a little scream at a painful contraction.

"Guys?"

"Everything's fine!" Y/N called out as Wanda's and her coat changed. "Just stay there!"

"Are you alright in there?" Geraldine asked.

"Yes! Everything's fine!" Wanda called.

"We're just looking!" Y/N added before letting out a loud grunt at her own contraction.

"I'll come help!" Geraldine offered, and Y/N and Wanda could hear her footsteps rushing towards them.

"No!" The two exclaimed.

"No, thank you." Wanda corrected, pulling off her coat, urging Y/N to do the same, and covering her stomach with a fruit bowl.

Geraldine entered the kitchen and made a beeline to the supply cupboard while Y/N grabbed a book from the counter and hid her stomach.

"Would you look at that?" Geraldine asked, turning to face the married women.

"What?"

"Fruit." Geraldine grinned, walking towards Wanda's fruit bowl. "Thank you!" She said, taking an apple and throwing it to herself.

"Well, good luck with the leak," Wanda said as she and Y/N attempted to usher Geraldine out of the house.

"Oh, thank, oh! Say girls, I have got a question for you two!" Geraldine said, moving to the couch. "You know how I've been working that temp job, right?" She wondered, taking a seat. "Well, my boss, Mr. Haddox, he was going crazy yesterday." She began to recount, but neither woman could focus on her words. 

Neither woman could focus on Geraldine because right behind her, a stork was stalking around the room.

"Oh, look at me going on and on like you got all the time in the world." Geraldine sighed as she rose to her feet. "Let me go on and get out,"

"Wait, no!" Wanda exclaimed before Geraldine could turn around.

"Tell us all about the temp job!" Y/N demanded. 

"There's my girls!" Geraldine smiled, sitting back down. "So yesterday, my boss, Mr. Haddox, was going crazy working on the new slogan for that new breakfast cereal. You know, the one with the little marshmallow moon men?"

"Yeah, of course." Y/N absent-mindedly agreed as she stared at the stork, walking around the living room.

"Right, so it's about ten minutes before the big presentation, and Mr. Haddox has got nothin'. Nothin', that is, except the worst case of hiccups I ever did see." Geraldine continued her story as Wanda tried to vanish the stork.

But nothing happened. The stork didn't disappear in the cloud of red smoke. Instead, the bird flapped its wings almost angrily at the attempt. 

"I'm telling you he couldn't get one word out, let a whole pitch."  Geraldine laughed. "So I'm trying every trick in the book to help this poor man. I'm hidin' behind filing cabinets and jumpin' out when he least expects it, like, boo!" She exclaimed, causing Y/N to jump and Wanda to scream as she threw an orange at the stork.

"Jesus, you two." Geraldine sighed, clapping a hand to her chest.

The stork had run away after Wanda threw fruit at it, but it was now making loud chipering noises, causing Geraldine to jump to her feet.

"What was that?" Geraldine demanded, looking around the room fearfully.

"What was what?" Y/N deflected, tilting her head to the side.

"Did you not hear that?"

"I don't think I heard anything. Did you, Wanda?"

"No."

"It was like a chattering sound, like, um," Geraldine tried to explain.

"Oh, like a" Wanda made a chittering sound herself. "That was our new icemaker built right into the fridge." She lied.

Geraldine turned to face the kitchen before turning back with a smile. 

"Oh! You're fancy." Geraldine complimented, settling back into her seat as Wanda and Y/N chuckled nervously. "Let me get back to this story." She said before launching back into her recount.

It was getter harder for Y/N and Wanda to hide the fact they were in labor. Both women were stifling grunts and whimpers, only managing to do so by clutching the other's hand tightly.

Vision had to be back soon, right?

"So now, at this point, I am helping Mr. Haddox do a handstand under the water cooler because you know why not try a little upside-down action. Drink those hiccups away. And wouldn't you know it, at that moment, in walks the client?"

"Oh no." Y/N gasped as the stork reentered the room. 

"Oh yes. Oh yes." Geraldine nodded, oblivious to the bird beside her. "But you know me, girls, I keep my cool no matter what's goin' down. And I look at the client, and I look at Mr. Haddox's feet floating in the air next to me, and I look back to the client, and I say, "Gravity Os, launch into your day, the right way." Geraldine explains with a cackle, not noticing the stork pecking at her fish pants.  At her loud laugh and her shifting her legs, the stork runs away, back into the nursery.

"Oh, thank you!" Wanda laughs in relief as Y/N sank back into her chair with a sigh.

"Yeah, and that's what Mr. Haddox said right before he told me to clean out my desk," Geraldine said, taking a bite of her apple. 

"Oh, Geraldine." Wanda gasped.

"Surely he didn't fire you?" Y/N asked, shaking her head at the idea.

Despite neither woman really listening to Geraldine's story, she was still their friend. And they would hate for her to be disappointed like that.

"Oh, sugars." Geraldine sighed before a grin fought its way onto her face. "He hired me!" She exclaimed. 

"Oh!"

"Congratulations!"

"I landed a promotion!" Geraldine reiterated, standing with a wide smile. "And now that I've gone all corporate, I need some office supplies. Which brings me to my question. Do ya'll still keep those in your spare room?" She asked, moving towards the old spare room, now nursery. 

As Geraldine moved towards the open room, Y/N and Wanda jumped to their feet, Wanda putting her fruit bowl down and Y/N dropping her book. 

"Because I was hoping you wouldn't mind sharing with your good friend," Geraldine said, entering the nursery. The nursery where the stork had hidden.

"Is that what I think it is?" The woman asked, staring around the room with wide eyes.

"A stork, yes, we can explain," Wanda said but came up blank with an explanation.

"No, the cribs!" Geraldine exclaimed, looking at the two cribs with a smile.

But she never got her answer. Not that she really needed one as Y/N and Wanda let out loud grunts of pain.

"Oh shoot! I think it's time!" Y/N gasped, her hands flying to her bump as she hyperventilated.

"The babies are coming." Wanda panted.

"You're pregnant? You're both pregnant?" Geraldine asked, staring at her friend's now exposed stomachs in shock.

"Oh God, where's Vis?"

Vision was still running around town. One thing he'd forgotten to do before having left home was to check for Dr. Neilson's address. 

Dr. Neilson was still at home, dressed for his vacation but under the hood of his car.

"Ow!" Neilson grunted after he hit his head on the bonnet. "Bermuda awaits, and my car decides to poop out right at this moment." He sighed before slamming the bonnet down.

Before the doctor could further complain about the situation, the man jumped into the air as Vision appeared before him. 

"Mr. Vision!" He gasped. "Is everything okay with the wives?"

"Yes. Yes, very much so. So long as we hurry." Vision said, grabbing Neilson's arm and hoisting him onto his back.

Without another word, Vision was running home, Neilson secured on his back, not noticing the fact that Dr. Neilson's wife had been sitting in the car.

"But Stan! What about my brand new two-piece?" His wife yelled. But she was talking to no-one.

Vision was already rushing her husband to his home, a home where he would soon be able to meet his children.

Back at said home, Geraldine was panicking. She had had no idea that her friends were pregnant, and now they were about to give birth.

"Okay, Wanda, I'm gonna get you to the living room. Y/N, I'll be right back." Geraldine promised, taking Wanda's arm and pulling it around her shoulders.

"No worries, I'll be fine. I'll just try not to pop the kid out in here." Y/N grunted, sinking down onto the floor as her wife was pulled out of the room.

"Let's get you comfortable," Geraldine said, grabbing pillow's on the couch and attempting to set it up as Wanda sunk onto the floor.

"I think I'm just going to lay down right here." Wanda panted, making herself comfortable on the floor. "Where's Y/N?" Wanda gasped.

"I'm getting her now. I'll be right back." Geraldine promised, propping pillows under Wanda's head before rushing back into the nursery. "Let's get you up, Y/N." She said, gently pulling Y/N to her feet as the woman groaned. 

"With Wanda. I need to be next to Wanda." Y/N said through gritted teeth.

Geraldine didn't question Y/N's request as she laid Y/N next to her wife, assuming both women were feeling quite frightened at the moment.

And while that was true, there was something else drawing them together. 

The babies in their wombs seemed to be drawn to one another. The babies were connected. And even now, as they were so close to entering the world, they wanted to be near each other.

They needed to be near each other.

"Where's Vision?" Geraldine demanded as she grabbed pillows for Y/N.

"He ran to get the doctor," Wanda explained as the vacuum began to run in the background.

"He'll be here soon," Y/N added with a grunt.

"There's not enough time for that!" Geraldine denied. "You know the breathing, right?" She asked as she began to run around the house. "Girls, I can't hear you!"

But neither woman could respond as the pain was becoming blinding. And it wasn't like Geraldine would be able to hear over the chaos happening around them.

Photo frames were spinning, the fire was roaring, a violent wind was making its way through the house, and both women were screaming. 

Geraldine hadn't noticed any of the noise until she was rushing back into the living room and a light fixture crashed onto the table.

"I may be late to the party, but I imagine there is a logical explanation for this," Geraldine said, sitting before the women with a bucket and blankets.

"Oh, it's all perfectly natural!"

"Just like this! Everything's fine!"

"Hey, hey, hey. You are doing great." Geraldine assured. "You are doing great. The two of you are doing amazing. Look at me. Look at me." She demanded before demonstrating the breathing techniques.

"Wanda, I can't do this," Y/N grunted. 

"What? No, because if you can't do this, I can't do this. And we're too close to turn back now." Wanda said, reaching over and blindly taking Y/N's hand. 

"I'll say it's too late because it's time to start pushing," Geraldine said.

"What?" Both women gasped.

"Wanda, you're crowning," Geraldine informed her. "Are you ready? You're ready. Push. Push, Wanda, push." She cheered as Wanda squeezed Y/N's hand tightly and screamed.

The house was alive as Wanda pushed, and her screams seemed to drown out the chaos in the house as everything reached its craziest.

And when Wanda stopped screaming, and the house went quiet, a new set of cries permeated the walls.

"It's a boy," Geraldine informed the woman as she wrapped the baby up.

"Oh, hi." Wanda cooed as the baby was placed in her arms.

"Oh, Wanda, he's perfect." Y/n smiled, reaching over to grab his little hand.

Before either of you could say another word, the front door was slammed open, and Vision was now standing in the living room with Neilson behind him.

"Did I miss it all?" Vision asked, staring at his wives.

"Nope, you're just in time," Y/N grunted. "Please, someone tell me it's time." She begged.

"I think you're ready to push." Geraldine checked, causing Vision to rush to kneel between his wives and the doctor to move into action.

Y/N's labor was much less chaotic than Wanda's. The only side effect that happened was the wind that rushed through the house before their daughter was born.

"She's gorgeous." Wanda smiled as the baby was bundled up and placed in Y/N's arms.

"Hey, Doc, why don't you help me out in the kitchen there?" Geraldine suggested, wanting to give the three a moment of privacy.

"Everything's happened so fast today. It's like I've been flying." The doctor said as he followed the woman out of the room.

"Well done, girls." Vision said, brushing hair off both women's faces.

"Don't you want to meet your children as yourself?" Wanda suggested. Vision quickly looked around before dropping his disguise.

"You're so strong." Wanda cooed as she handed Vision the boy.

"Do you want to hold her?" Y/N offered their daughter to her wife.

"I'd love to hold, Luna," Wanda said, causing Y/N to smile.

"Hello there, little Tommy." Vision cooed at the little boy in his arms.

"Tommy?"

"Yes, Tommy." Vision smiled, causing both Wanda and Y/N to smile at him before Wanda let out another scream.

"What?" Y/N and Vision exclaimed, staring at Wanda in shock.

Vision handed Tommy to Y/N and rushed to lift Wanda's skirt.

"Oh! Good heavens! There's another baby coming!" Vision cried.

"Billy?" Wanda exclaimed as she handed Luna over to Y/N and began to grunt as the urge to push grew stronger.

"Push, sweetheart, push!"

"Thirty fingers and thirty toes." Nielson commended thirty minutes after the birth of the three children. 

Because of Billy's surprise entrance, Neilson had had to triple check that both women were okay and that there would be no more surprises that day.

He had made sure there were no more children on their way any time soon, that Y/N and Wanda could both feed all three babies and that they were both recovering well.

Now Wanda, Vision, and Neilson were each holding one of the babies ea while Y/N lay on the couch, exhausted after the day.

"You've got two healthy baby boys and one healthy little girl on your hands." Neilson complimented.

"Thank you, doctor." Wanda smiled, rocking Tommy in her arms.

"And thank you, young lady," Neilson said, turning to Geraldine with a smile. "I think you might have what it takes to be a nurse."

"Allow me to walk you out, doctor." Vision murmured, putting Luna into her bassinet and taking Billy from the doctor's arms and putting in the bassinet beside her.

"Oh, all right. As long as we actually walk this time." He said, causing a sleepy smile to appear on Y/N's face.

"We do owe you a debt of gratitude," Wanda said as she neared the bassinets.

"Big-time," Y/N murmured.

Well, doctor Neilson, I hope you're still able to make your trip." Vision said, leading the doctor out of his home.

"Ah yes, my trip. I don't we'll get away after all." Neilson admitted with a sigh. "Small towns, you know. So hard to... escape." He said, more to himself, before leaving Vision standing alone.

"Yeah." Vision shook his head before turning back to his home. He was about to reenter the house when he overheard Herb and Agnes hissing to each other.

"What is she doing in there?"

"I don't know."

"Howdy neighbors!" Vision called, causing both people to turn and wave quickly.

"Hey!"

"Howdy!" Agnes called before turning back to Herb. "Did you see her go in?"

"She just went right in."

Vision's curiosity was peaked. Which she were his neighbors talking about?

"Remarkable day we're having, no?" Vision asked, walking over to the two. "Did you lose power too?" He questioned Agnes.

"Oh, sure did." Agnes nodded with a sigh before plastering on a grin. "But, Ralph looks better in the dark, so I'm not complaining."

"Hi, Herb."  Vision said, looking at the man strangely.

"Hey, buddy." Herb nodded quickly, lowering his hand just as fast. Both Agnes and Herb were looking at him nervously, and it was unsettling Vision.

"Well, I'll just get back to the girls." He excused himself, turning away.

"Vision!" Agnes called, forcing him to turn back. "Is Geraldine inside your house?" She asked, shifting uncomfortably.

"Yes. Why?" 

"Why are you not tired?" Y/N mumbled, her face pressed into the couch cushions. 

"I must just be special," Wanda said, hinting at her powers.

"Not fair."

"Go to sleep, sweetheart," Wanda said, brushing hair off Y/N's face.

"No, I want to stay up."

"You're exhausted, Y/N. Go to sleep. I'll wake you if the babies cry." Wanda promised.

"Okay. I'll just rest my eyes." Y/N nodded, closing her eyes. Wanda gently pressed her fingertips to Y/N's temple and helped her to sleep. Ensuring that she only had good dreams as she slept.

"I gotta say, you two are such strong ladies." Geraldine complimented as Wanda moved back to the bassinets.

"Oh." Wanda tutted, waving the compliment off.

"Can you believe it? Twin boys and a little girl! You know they're going to be the most overprotective brothers when they're older." Geraldine said, causing Wanda to freeze.

Distant memories, memories Wanda had forced to the back of her mind, were resurfacing. Memories of her own twin.

Her own overprotective twin.

"I'm a twin," Wanda mentioned, eyes glazed over. "I had a brother. His name was Pietro." Wanda said, her accent slipping on his name. Wanda turned to stare back at her children with a smile before she began to sing a familiar lullaby. A lullaby her mother had sung to her and Pietro. 

"He was killed by Ultron," Geraldine said, causing Wanda to freeze. "Wasn't he?"

"What did you say?" Wanda demanded as a single tear slid down her cheek.

"She's new to town. Brand new." Herb told Vision.

"There's no family. No husband." Agnes added.

"There's nothing wrong with that." Vision said with a shrug.

"No home," Agnes told him.

"What?" 

"What did you just say?" Wanda asked, staring at Geraldine blankly.

"I said, you're such strong ladies," Geraldine repeated. "Should I say it one more time for good measure?" She asked, moving towards the couch. Where Y/N was still sleeping, unbeknownst to what was happening.

"Don't go near her." Wanda snapped, stopping Geraldine in her tracks. "What did you say about Pietro?"

"Pietro?" Geraldine questioned, tilting her head in confusion. "Hey, I'll take a shift rocking the babies." She offered, beginning to move closer to the bassinets when the babies started to cry.

"No, I think you should leave." Wanda shook her head, blocking the bassinets from her view.

"Oh, Wanda, don't be like that," Geraldine said, staring at Wanda as if she were the crazy one. 

"What do you mean she has no home?" Vision demanded, moving towards his neighbors.

"She came here because." Herb tried to say but couldn't finish his own sentence. "She came here because we're all,"

"She came here because we're all what? What're you trying to tell me?" Vision asked, staring at the two in confusion.

"What is that?" Wanda asked, staring at the pendant around Geraldine's neck.

"What?" 

"That," Wanda said as Geraldine held the pendant between her fingers. "That symbol."

"I uh, I'm," Geraldine stuttered, looking towards Y/N, hoping the woman would help her.

"Who are you?" Wanda demanded, moving to block her wife from Geraldine's gaze.

"I don't,"

"She came here because we're all," Herb began to say but stopped when Agnes spun to face him.

"Stop it!" She hissed, staring at him with scared eyes.

"Who are you?" Wanda repeated, staring at the woman in anger.

"Wanda." Geraldine shook her head as she began to take a step back. "I'm. Wanda, I'm," Geraldine stuttered, unable to tell her.

"Well, I better get going. That macrame's not gonna hitch itself!" Agnes said with a smile as she grabbed her bike. She gave Vision a wink as she rang the bell before rushing away.

"Herb?" Vision asked, raising an eyebrow. 

Vision wasn't going to back down. He needed answers, but Herb wasn't willing to give them.

"Catch you on the flip side, Vision," Herb said, grabbing his trimmers and rushing back into his home.

Without a second thought, Vision rushed back into his house, his disguise dropping when the door shut behind him.

"Wanda? Where's Geraldine?" Vision asked, rounding the couch to stand beside a sleeping Y/N.

"Oh, she left, honey," Wanda told him, not turning around to face him. "She had to rush home." She added, continuing to rock the babies with a blank face.

Miles away from the Vision home, on the outskirts of Westview, there was a loud crackling that ripped through the air.

The crackling continued until Geraldine was thrown through the electric barrier, and she landed on the ground with a crash.

Within seconds Geraldine's prone body was surrounded by loud noises, and a light covered her form.

She was surrounded.

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[joviewinchester]

Hey! I have a Karate Kid and Cobra Kai obsession that is slowly increasing. Let me know if you want a part two to this thing. Also just look at those total babes. I’ll stop now I’m sorry.

Imagine Kreese being like a father figure to you and being in Cobra Kai…

You had a pretty bad home life, and when you punched Ali in the face, Kreese approached you about joining Cobra Kai.

You immediately agree being pretty big on feminism.

Did I mention why you punched Ali? You didn’t know Johnny per say, but let’s just go with you were a big supporter and she was talking shit.

Kreese puts complete faith in you overtime, and finally, you have the fight of your life, against Johnny.

Of course you had defeated over half of the dojo, but no one believed that a girl standing only a little over five feet could beat their star.

Yeah, you ended up kicking that boy’s ass. The respect went up a lot more after that.

When Daniel moved to town, you actually became friends him, which led to a bit of trouble.

“Oh shit! Why’d he beat your ass? I’ve taken him before, and I’ll do it again if you say the word.” “I think he has a thing for you.” Daniel said while groaning in pain. “No way. Why’d you say that?” “Look, Y/N, I’d love to talk about the asshole you have a crush on, but I would like some help to pop my shoulder back in place first.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “I don’t have a crush on him, but yeah back to the shoulder thing.”

The next day, you marched right up to him after school. “Why the hell did you beat up Daniel, you ass! You can’t just do whatever the hell you want just because your daddy’s got money!” “Well, what are you going to do about it Y/L/N? The last time you won it was just luck.” Bam. Right in the face.

“So, see that Lawrence has a black eye. I’m assuming that’s your doing?” Daniel asked. “They all underestimate me. I’m sick of it. I could beat all their asses if I wanted to.” “I think they’ll learn if you hit em enough times.” Daniel joked.

You went back to the dojo, where Kreese gave you a pep talk, well sort of. “Not that you need an advantage, you’re a natural, but next time you go against Lawrence, use the fact that you distract him to your advantage. Also saw the black eye I’m assuming came from you. Nice one.” “Thanks, and don’t worry, I’ll take him down.”

Unfortunately, the next time around, you were the one to get distracted. In your defense, his eyes were particularly blue that day. “Not so tough now, huh, Y/N?” You ignored him and gave him the finger.

You and Danny decide to hang out at Golf N Stuff one Friday and who better to run into than the douche crew?

“Okay fellas, how about we skip all the trash talk and shit okay? You beat up Danny, I’m going to take you all at once, and I’ll win too.” “Oh so you have a nickname for Larusso now?” “Why the hell do you care, Lawrence?!” “Because you should be here with me!” “Then man up and ask me out next time! Come on Daniel.” You aggressively grabbed Daniel’s hand, much to his protest, and went as far away from them as possible.

“Ow! You have a strong grip for a tiny girl.” “You want your face to look like his?” “Oh God no! Oh you mean the black eye? Yeah that’s cool.” You cracked a smile and nudged his side. “Do you ever stop with the jokes, Larusso?” “No, but you love my dumb jokes. Why would I stop?” “You’re starting to sound a bit flirtatious. Careful Daniel.” “And what if I am flirting with you?” “Then I wouldn’t mind. Now let’s go do something fun before they close!”

Yep. You had become the new Ali, except in a totally badass kind of way.

[flyboytracy]

Okay but what if Scott rly was Alan’s dad?

I was gonna post this for Earth & Sky week if I managed to complete it but it’s smol Tracy’s birthday and it’ll probably never see the light of day otherwise so why not :D

I’m always a ho for an AU so here’s one I started over lockdown called ‘Okay but what if Scott really was Alan’s dad’

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Long before International Rescue was a thing, the Tracy boys had lived on a farm in Kansas. It’d belonged to their late mother, God bless her soul, and these days it only grew crop for an environmentally friendly fuel because Tracy money came from technology instead of the earth.

The boys’ famous army father was gone for days at a time and there was plenty of rumours why that was. Mrs Wyatt who lived down the lane from the Tracys said she’d heard the man was alcoholic and probably had been for a long time because his teenaged son had been looking after the rest of them since his poor momma died. She saw them troop past her gate every day on their way to school and back, and then to the park on the weekends when their pa’s jet wasn’t on the drive.

Mr Colton, who lived at number fifty-four said he’d taken his son to the pool at the same time that the Tracy boys had been there without their father as usual. He told Vera that he’d overheard the youngest chattering away to the red-headed one about a rocket he’d called the TV21 until the eldest had overheard and shushed them. According to Mrs Johnson who was friends with Ms Hernandez at the school, Col. Tracy had budding engineers, astronauts and a future Olympic swimmer at the home he never seemed to return to. Instead it was Scott and Virgil who took their brothers to swim meets and galas and even to the Cosmosphere. Ms Hernandez could find nothing to complain about because all four of the Tracy boys grades were above average and threw off the teachers’ bell curves when it came to subjects like science and math.

That Scott boy sure had his hands full with three brothers, his own future and a possibly alcoholic father to look after, so the whole town was surprised when he went and knocked up the Austin girl after being crowned king and queen of their grad ball. Not much ever happened in the backwater towns of the sunflower state so everybody knew about it the morning after the night Pa Austin went round the Tracy’s farmhouse to have it out with the Colonel.

The rumour mill had been on fire for months after that because Mrs Johnson had been having her usual perm when she’d heard Ma Austin tell Shirley all about how her daughter’s boyfriend had been going to leave their small town after graduation. She’d seen the way the Tracy boy cared for his brothers and had expected he’d give up his plans to join the military if he had a kid of his own at home with her.

To the town’s surprise, it turned out that the Colonel was actually a long distance father and not an entirely absent one. Pa Austin had stormed to the farmhouse that night with his shotgun in hand, only to be greeted by a hologram of the great Colonel himself, sat eating dinner on a beach somewhere as his boys ate dinner round a table in Kansas. Austin had gone round with the aim of threatening at least one Tracy with his shotgun but hadn’t got that far because Colonel Jefferson Tracy could still dominate a room from over a thousand miles away.

According to Pa Austin, his fancy hologram was just as tall as the real thing and pretty sober which put paid to Mrs Wyatt’s theory that he was an alcoholic. In fact he was a Big Apple businessman now, and a darn good one at that because by the end of the evening it had been decided that his eldest son would join the GDF as planned and the child would remain with its mother but want for nothing. Tracys took care of their own and Pa Austin said he’d realised that when the colonel’s youngest boy had kept interrupting their conversation to show him trash he’d found in the pond at the park and Tracy hadn’t brushed the youngster off at all.

The big holographic man had promised they’d feed the ducks at the weekend, which meant half the town was hanging around the park come Saturday morning.

The youngest had appeared first, full of joy and enthusiasm that his older brother didn’t share as the red-head was dragged across the grass to the pond. The second eldest was close behind them and had a couple of toy boats in his arms which left the eldest Tracy boy and his father to bring up the rear.

They were deep in conversation when they appeared, the Colonel strolling along easily with his hands behind his back like an old fashioned gentleman. Scott was by his side and gone was the little boy always running to catch up. In his place strode a man and it was rather disappointing really.

The Tracys moved away shortly afterwards. Stan the mailman said he’d seen fancy suits taking pictures of the farmhouse and the Tracys had paid for their mail to be redirected but he couldn’t seem to find an address. The Austins had an address for the Tracys, but they also had a pretty hefty NDA in exchange for a very comfortable lifestyle and weren’t much inclined to break it just to satisfy everyone else’s curiosity.

It all died down after a while and people got bored of watching Sophia get bigger. Her old flame might’ve flown out of the picture but his presence sure was felt around town when Sophia got her own car and fancy place on the Tracy’s dime.  Ms Hernandez said the colonel had insisted Ms Sophia continue her education alongside being a momma to his first grandchild and Shirley heard there was a job at the Tracy’s family business when she wanted to get out of Kansas.

Nothing exciting happened in their little backwater until the day a private jet landed on the main street and Sophia was whisked off to give birth at a very fancy hospital. According to Ma Austin, she had a private room and the colonel had parked his jet on the roof since his son wouldn’t make it back in time for the birth.

They did seem to be a good family, the Tracys, even if they’d disappeared off the face of the earth in the past eight months or so. The only trace anybody could seem to find of them was on the Tracy Industries website where each son had a mention in the CEO’s bio but real information was scarce. They disappeared off Ms Hernandez’s records and there was nothing about them on any government website. Nobody was truly surprised that the Colonel had chosen to disappear because they’d come to realise a few things after reading his bio. For one, the fella was a billionaire several times over and two, he adored those four boys of his more than anything because his words about his achievements had been clinical but the paragraph about each of his sons’ achievements had made old Mrs Johnson cry.

Of course everybody wanted to know what happened but the Austins didn’t have a lot to say. The Colonel was a very nice man who didn’t seem to have taken offence to Ms Austin’s actions. He’d offered her further education and employment instead of the lawsuit most men in his position would’ve filed. There were rumours the fella was working on a top secret project that’d change the world, but in their little backwater there were rumours about everything.

Alan Tracy didn’t pay attention to any of those rumours as he grew up with his momma in a sleepy little town in Kansas. The little boy loved many things including his momma and their house that had a big garden with a tire swing and a sandpit he used to re-enact grandpa landing on Mars. He loved ice cream and going to the park and he even liked Kindergarten ‘cause he got to draw pictures of his family and space.

But what Alan Tracy loved most of all was his daddy. He didn’t get to see him a lot ‘cause he was learning to be a pilot like grandpa, but every Friday evening a fancy car arrived to take him a little way out of town where grandpa’s jet would be waiting to take him to the island for the whole weekend.

Sometimes grandpa flew it but he had lots of meetings around the world so other times he’d see Uncle Virgil through the window and squeal with excitement ‘cause his biggest uncle had the best toys. He was gonna be an engineer and could fix any of Alan’s toys, even the one that failed a moon launch. He had Alan’s undying love ‘cause the little boy could hang from his arm like a monkey and  he had lots of fun stories about his daddy. They were best, best friends and Alan liked to crawl into that big plaid shirt and bug him ‘til Uncle Virg showed him pictures of when daddy was little.

Uncle Virg wasn’t always around though ‘cause he was studying in Denver but that was okay ‘cause Alan had two more uncles to play with. Johnny didn’t really like to play but when he was home he let Alan play with his telescopes and taught him all about space.

Alan loved his daddy but he thought he might love space even more. He loved it when Johnny took him up to the peak of the island in the dark and they sat for an hour to watch for shooting stars. Alan had fallen asleep once on the big fluffy blanket and the best thing of all was when he woke to find daddy had an arm around Johnny’s shoulders and Alan had been drooling on his shirt.

“Hey, sprout.” Daddy had smooched his forehead when he’d noticed bright blue eyes staring up at him with joy, “I love you. John says you’ve been learning about the stars some more.”

“There’s Ursa Major!” Alan had stood up to be able to point out the little pinpricks of light that made up the Ursa Major Constellation and he still hadn’t been taller than his daddy, “Johnny says Ursa’s a big bear like Uncle Virg.”

“Johnny told you that, did he?” his daddy’s laugh had made Alan feel warm right down to his bones and he’d dived for a hug. Impossibly long arms had folded around him and Johnny, drawing them both into the safest place in the universe for so long they missed most of the shooting stars and Johnny made them go away so he could see the rest. Alan didn’t mind ‘cause dad swung him up onto his shoulders and let him get wet on the rocky beach by the villa since it was bath time anyway.

Alan loved Sunday mornings on the island when daddy was home. Alan liked to wake him up by bouncing on the bed ‘cause the sky was awake so they should be too. And then they’d get dressed in matching blue swim shorts and go for a run around the island and if he ran faster than daddy on the home stretch he was allowed to jump into the pool like Superman. Gordon was usually in there by then and kept an eye on Allie doing the doggy paddle in the shallow end whilst daddy went to get breakfast out the fridge. There was something cool that beeped super loud that time he tried to moonwalk on the bottom of the pool like an astronaut and Uncle Virg had dived in like a bowling ball to fish him out. Gordon had laughed a lot but Uncle Virg hadn’t even smiled ‘til daddy gave him one of those hugs that made booboos stop hurting.

Alan really loved his uncles but he loved his daddy most and it was hard to stand on the runway with Uncle Virg to wave goodbye. Uncle Virg didn’t seem to like waving goodbye either so Alan always held his hand to make him feel better and did his best to be like daddy so Uncle Virg wouldn’t miss him too much.

He seemed to end up being more like John as a couple of years passed and everything in his life changed. Grandpa took him to London to get measured for a suit for daddy’s graduation and he didn’t understand why Uncle Virg kept frowning at Gordon for laughing about daddy’s graduation from big school. He asked Uncle Virg what was so funny, and then Grandpa and Grandpa’s weird professor friend who used big words Alan didn’t know yet, but none of them seemed to know and even daddy missed a step when Alan asked him on their way to the fancy dinner Grandpa was hosting at his penthouse in New York for his newly graduated son. Daddy never ever missed anything which was annoying when Alan was trying to get hold of Gordon’s cookies but he’d breathed air the wrong way and Uncle Virg had to thump his back a few times.

Daddy had talked about how cool Alan looked in his little gray suit and Alan had been so happy he’d forgotten about his question ‘til after dinner when they were still at the table and he’d pulled himself onto Grandpa’s knee ‘cause Uncle Virg and Gordon were being loud and he’d been a tired little boy by then. He’d tried one last time to find out what was so funny about daddy’s last graduation and Grandpa had rested his chin atop Allie’s head.

“Your momma and daddy had you after his last graduation.” Grandpa rumbled, “You were quite an unexpected surprise for your daddy, but a welcome one. Gordon likes to remind your daddy about what a big surprise you were.”

“Your daddy was a surprise too, as I recall.” Grandma Tracy was sat with Grandpa and Alan loved visiting her but sometimes she made him cookies and he didn’t love those.

“I love daddy, not cookies.” he mumbled tiredly and fell asleep right there at the table.

That meant he missed the way his Grandpa coughed to quieten his four boys because he had something real important to discuss with them. Scott knew what it was, and Virg had an inkling because it was difficult to disguise underground excavations from a highly skilled engineer. They were sat together with Virgil’s elbow resting on the back of Scott’s chair and blue eyes softened when he realised where Alan had got to.

Alan had managed to sleep through the inaugural meeting of International Rescue and life was never the same again after he woke up.