#I regret not telling my Aunty before she passed

[the-winds-of-destiny-xxx]

.

[vixensbrainrotts]

Young and Beautiful — Hanma Shuji

Content: Imagines

Warnings: vaguely sexual tension, nothing nsfw though

Summary: you decide to take boudoir pictures, and pleasantly surprised by your (very) hot photographer.

Vixen’s two cents: hello! This started out as an imagine but i realized i dont really like writing imagines (it feels so unstructured), so have this little scenario instead. Also, whilst rereading this i realize that Shui seems a little creepy and i swear i dint want him to come off like that?! It was a hot idea in my head, idk how well that that translated, lmk about it! Remember my REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! Also im still on the hunt for moots for proofreading and triangulation in case anyone is interested please contact me!!

When your auntie told you to go and take boudoir pictures, you thought she was talking crazy and waved her off with a polite smile, but she wouldn’t let up. “You’re as young and beautiful as you’ll ever be! Take them for yourself when you’re old like me! It might seem awkward but it’ll be worth it!”

If you would tell yourself from a week ago that you were had booked an appointment to the nearest place, you would have fainted. And if you would have told yourself from 4 hours ago, when you booked that appointment that you would eventually have to step INTO the store too, you would have freaked out. Screw that, you were freaking out now.

You had considered turning around and running about four or five times, but that little voice in the back of your head going pussy wouldnt leave you alone. In a burst of confidence you entered the shop and were met with a surprisingly comfortable atmosphere, and a cozy interior.

You scan the shop for a few seconds, deeming it good enough not to run out of right away, before a tall, slim figure emerged from one of the Backrooms. He wore a lazy smile when he came to you, clicking away at the computer on the desk before asking “Are you my boudoir at 4?” In a smooth, low voice.

You nod shyly in response, fidgeting with your hands a little. He chuckled in response “Don’t worry love, I won’t do anything- this is my job after all.”

He led you to a studio type room and handed you a robe. “Over there.” He said, and a long index of his rose to gesture to a little changing cabin in the corner of the room. “Ill go get everything set up for us.” And with that, he left you to freak out in the changing rooms because fuck he’s hot!

When you emerge again he’s already handling some sort of lenses to the end of the cameras, lights and props set up and ready to go. When he looks to you, you grow shy again and tug the robe a little tighter around your body. He sees this and nods reassuringly “It’s normal to be nervous, sweetheart.” Which only makes you more nervous.

He notices, but chooses to ignore it as he guides you to one of the chairs that are set up. “Now dont worry too much about anything. Just do your thing, ill do all the magic.” You sit, admittedly a little more relaxed but still stiff and he huffs with a smile. “Relax girl! You dont want these looking like pass photos do you?” And that makes you giggle a litte, finally loosening up again.

“There we go. That’s better already. Want me to talk you through it, distract you a little? Do you think that would help?” Eyes are soft but his gaze burns straight through you. “I think that would help, yeah.” And that makes him smile a little.

“How old are you anyway? You look very young- I don’t normally get a lot of girls your age.” He lifts the camera and clicks something on a little machine that begins whirring lightly in the background, producing little qualms of smoke. “I uh, im twenty two. Don’t get me wrong I would have never done this on my own accord, but my auntie, she said that id regret it my whole life if i don’t do this and all such things.”

Whilst you had been explaining, your robe had started slipping off your shoulders. You had noticed but found it the most natural transition into the inevitable. Getting more comfortable, you decided to throw your legs over one of the seat’s armrests, leaning back a little, getting comfortable, as he had advised.

“Thank your auntie for me then.” He whispered underneath his breath, the shutter clicking softly.

[vastill]

Guy for telling secrets

Melissa Schemmenti/fem!reader

warnings: none, pure fluff

words: 1700+

My requests are open!!

English is not my first language!!

A/N: i thought maybe i will post some fluff because i have more hurt/comfort and angst to come. i don't know what to think about this one as it is my first fluff. so let me know what you think!!

Melissa was in a good mood when she agreed to that dinner at her place. Now she was regretting.

They all sat in the kitchen waiting for her to finish cooking because of course she declined any sort of help. The music was playing, and conversations about the kids of Abbott were heard in the background as she contemplated what she did.

The ring of her phone startled everyone.

“Hey, what’s up?” She answered and the group of teachers lowered their conversations.

“I’m at home, oh yeah Abbott staff is here, why?” They observed her but her face was stoic as always. “Yeah, sure you can bring her. I don’t mind if you don’t. But you will have to meet them, you know that?” She laughed and the others were curious what was going on. Janine and Jacob look at each other and mouth some ideas. Only Barbara sat with a knowing smile, is there a thing that she didn’t know?

“Okay, I’m waiting. The door is open so just walk in. Yeah, I know, take your time, hon.” And with that the conversation was over, Melissa turned around and all eyes were on her.

“What? Something bothering you?” She barked at them.

“Is someone coming?” Janine asked shyly, she doesn’t want to be on Melissa's bad side, no one wanted to be, but she is too curious for her own good.

“Yeah, so be on your best behavior.” And with that, she went back to cooking.

Some time passed, and conversations started again but everyone had the same question in their mind, besides Barbara of course.

The door opened and instantly they heard. “Aunty? Aunty Mel?” And then someone was running in the direction of the kitchen. Someone really little.

A girl ran into the kitchen and straight to Melissa who picked her up.

“Hiya sweetheart, what was that tantrum I heard about? You missed me that much or maybe your mommy did?” Melissa asked her in the sweetest voice. The girl laughed when the redhead tickled her side.

“Mommy did. I just came with her here.” The girl said with a smile, hiding in Melissa's neck.

“Yeah, sure, put a blame on me, you little minx.” A feminine voice called from the corridor following that a tall woman walked into the kitchen. She smiled at the staff and side-hugged Barbara. She went to stand near Melissa, greeting her with a kiss on the cheek. “I was the one who cried because she couldn’t see Aunty Mel for another hour or so, yes baby?” The little girl raised her head from Melissa’s shoulder and send her mother a glare that was a cuter version of Melissa's. “She is learning that from you, the Schemmenti’s glare.”

“Guys, this is Y/N and that little troublemaker is Lila. Hope you don’t mind a little company.” Melissa tells the others and starts making conversation with Lila. You stand there and just can’t help but melt a little watching how Melissa is handling your kid.

“Y/N, come here, we have a lot to catch up on.” Barbara calls, startling you, and offers you a glass of wine.

But before you can start talking Janine comes up to you. “Hi, I’m Janine, and this is Jacob, nice to meet you. And your daughter, she is really cute! She and Melissa have so good bond, I love it!” Janine rambles and you are smiling at her.

“Yeah, that’s true. Melissa is truly amazing with her, although she can be a handful sometimes and I’m not talking about my daughter this time.” You laugh when you hear Melissa’s grunt of disapproval.

“That is so nice to see that families keep in close contact.” Janine says and you look at her not really understanding, she doesn’t know? You look at Melissa, and she is already looking back with a smirk on her face. She left you with the explanation that you are indeed not sisters or cousins. You shoot her a glare and look at Barbara who can’t stop smiling obviously knowing what's, about to happen.

“I really love to see that sisterhood you both have, it’s truly unique.” Janine still keeps rambling and you don’t know when to stop her.

“You need to stop Janine before you embarrass yourself further.” Barbara said laughing quietly. “They are not a family.”

Janine’s face falls a little but then she is smiling again. “Oh, no no I’m sorry for assuming that right away. But friendship is also really strong even stronger than families.” And then Barbara loses it, she openly laughs. And you are with her, everyone looks at you, some faces full of confusion and others with smiles.

“Oh my dear Lord, Janine. I haven’t laughed that hard since I came back from my cruise, thank you.” Barbara said, face full of amazement. Janine looked puzzled.

Melissa and your daughter are looking at you sharing smiles, happy to see you this carefree. You and Barbara can’t stop laughing for a solid minute. When you lock a gaze with her the next fit of giggles starts, just the thought of you and Melissa as sisters is hilarious.

“I’m sorry Janine, I’m not laughing at you, I promise. It’s just the thought of me and that one as sisters it's cracking me up.”

“What?” That's all Janine can say.

“Oh, as you know Melissa has a guy for everything, she even has a guy for telling everyone that she is in a relationship. And that guy is me.” You said with a big smile on your face watching Janine's’ face change fast from confusion to shock.

“Oh. OH. You two? Oh wow. You need to tell me more.” She said to you quickly.

“No, you don't need to tell her more!” Melissa says cutting the other teacher short. And you just laugh.

“Yeah, she does. How long are you dating? How did you meet? Who took the first step? Where was your first date?” Jacob asked quickly, coming up with one question after another.

“Okay, okay. Slow down. I won't remember your questions. But from the start. About a year. At a bar when Lila was at her grandparents and the Flyers played. Me.” You answered.

“Hey! That's not true! I took the first step!” Melissa shouted from the kitchen where she and Lila were finishing dinner.

“Sure. Then tell me who bought you another round of beer? And send you a little note with it? Maybe the old grandpa who was eyeing you? Hm?”

She just stuck her tongue at you and didn't say anything.

“Yeah, that's what I thought!” You laughed. “Um, date? You can say that was the first because we spent a couple of hours talking. But the official one, the Farmers Market? Right, Mel?” You asked your girlfriend.

“Yeah, that's right.” Melissa confirmed. “It was a beautiful day, and we strolled around the market, buying different foods and talking to vendors. It was really fun and relaxing.” She answered setting the food on the table, your daughter never leaving her side.

Lila loved being in Melissa's house, overall being with her. That brings so much joy to you, seeing them both content with each other. You smiled at the thought of how happy Lila was with Melissa. It made your heart swell with joy to see her so content and happy. You were grateful for the time you got to yourself, but even more grateful for the love and care Melissa gave to your daughter. It was a beautiful thing to witness and you felt incredibly lucky to have them both in your life.

The dinner went smoothly, some more questions about your relationship were answered, and some were cut short by Melissa. But overall it went really great. You and the staff of Abbott started to create a great bond, Lila felt comfortable with her new aunt and uncle as she called them.

After dinner, you helped Melissa clean up while Lila took the others to the living room to show the toys that she brought with her.

“You know you don’t need to clean all of this. I can take care of it.” Melissa said as you wiped the plates.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.’ You said. ‘Mel? Thank you.’ You said turning to look at her.

“No problem hon, but for what?” She asked, clearly confused.

“For including me in your life. For including me and Lila. It really means so much to me, knowing you are comfortable enough to introduce me to your friends. Thank you.”

Melissa smiled at you, putting down the dish she was cleaning. “Of course, you and Lila are important to me. I want to include you both in my life as much as possible. You know that.” She said, coming over to give you a quick kiss.

You grabbed her by her shirt to deepen the kiss, wanting to transfer all your love for her.

“I love you, Schemmenti.” You said smiling against her lips and stealing another kiss on her nose.

Then Lila came running over to the both of you, jumping into the hug. “Group hug!” She exclaimed, giggling. You all laughed and embraced each other.

The others stood in the kitchen doorway not wanting to interrupt your moment. Janine snapped a quick picture, but she didn’t turn off the volume of her phone.

“Delete that.” Melissa said glaring at her.

“No, first send me the picture then delete.” You said.

“I will, I will. We should be going, so we wanted to say goodbye.” Janine said.

You exchanged quick goodbyes with everyone, promising to see them sometime in the future.

After that, you took Lila upstairs and tucked her into bed. Melissa offered to help, but you insisted she relaxes and starts some movie in the living room.

You settled down on the couch together, snuggled up under a blanket. Content with how the dinner went. Proud of Melissa for opening up and overall happy.

As the credits rolled, Melissa turned to you and said, “I love you.”

“I love you more.” You replied.

It was a simple moment, but it meant everything to you. You felt a sense of peace and contentment settle over you as you cuddled with Melissa on the couch. It was moments like these that made you feel grateful for everything you had in your life. You leaned in to give Melissa a kiss, feeling incredibly lucky to have found someone who loves you so deeply and unconditionally.

[isimpfortoomanypeople]

Lucas asks Billy if he can marry max

High school sweethearts one shot Billy Hargrove x female reader

During dinner you all grow concerned over Lucas who looks like he’s going to pass out from his nerves, wondering why he’s so worked up

Warnings: mentions of hospitals and so much fluff

A/N: I literally wrote this fic as soon as it entered my head as it was too cute not to write it. I’m so glad that people have been liking high school sweethearts enough for me to be able to create a series of one shots. Sorry if some parts sound overly British as I’m from the U.K. apologises for all spelling and grammatical mistakes as I’m super dyslexic, enjoy.

“Well she’s finally down” Max gently sighed as she pulled a chair from under the dining table.

“Thanks Max for doing that, Kelly couldn’t stop talking about how she missed her auntie” you smiled at her as you dished a pile of pasta on to her plate. Finally sitting down on your seat next to Billy who pulled you close to his side, gently kissing your cheek as he complimented you on how delicious the meal looked.

“It was no problem, I love Kelly even when she makes me read good night moon for the one hundredth time” Max joked as she twirled the pasta on her fork, she lent into Lucas’s side nudging him with her elbow.

Lucas looked at Max with a questioning look as he watched her mouth turn into a crafty smile. He reached out for his glass, bringing it up to his lips weary about whatever his girlfriend is about to say.

“She’s so cute, she makes me want to have a kid”

Lucas spluttered and choked on his water, regretting to choose that exact moment to take a sip. His eyes grew wide as he processed what she had just said to him.

Billy’s eyes narrowed in an over protective manner, locking Max into his gaze. Biting his lip, trying to compose his words before he said the first thing that came to his mind. She was his little sister (still a kid in his eyes) there was no way in hell was she going to have a kid.

“Maxine no kids till you graduate college or even then! Actually don’t have kids till you’re married” Billy sternly spoke, drawing out each word so that she would get the message. His mouth slightly twitching as he brought his fork to his lips, forcefully swallowing the food down his throat.

Max cringed over Billy’s use of her full name, she rolled her eyes back at him as he was still holding his stern look.

“Okay dad I’ll wait till marriage” she sarcastically muttered back to him

“So Max and Lucas how is college?” You quickly chimed in, awkwardly laughing as you tried to defuse the atmosphere. Saving poor Lucas who was still frozen to the spot still in a complete state of shock over Max’s comment, you were pretty sure that he hadn’t even blinked yet still processing what the fuck just happened.

The rest of the meal ran smoothly, Max and Lucas updated you both about their lives since you last saw them at thanksgiving. Living in California sometimes felt isolating being so far away from Hawkins, but you loved your new life you built with Billy and having a beautiful daughter. Plus Max was only a phone call away.

You developed the unlikely friendship with Max during hospital trips to see Billy during high school. You gave her rides to the hospital, Max at first was standoffish, but could you really blame her? That poor kid has been through a lot in the first few years of moving to Hawkins, fighting monsters who came from god knows where, having an abusive step dad and watching as her own brother got possessed and nearly died. But slowly after a while she warmed up to you, Laughing as you both sang along to her cassettes that you let her play in the car. It wasn’t long before she started coming to you for advice and confiding in you about what had been bothering her that day, she soon saw you as the sister she never had.

This confused Billy at first in his heavily medicated induced haze, but seeing how you two got along warmed his heart.

This still continues to this day, Max will still call you weekly telling you about her life in college or asking you for relationship advice with Lucas.

She was overjoyed when she found out that you were pregnant and swore to be the best auntie to your child. Which explains why whenever Max is around Kelly is always attached to her hip.

“Billy can I talk to you?” Lucas nervously stuttered looking at the ground not daring to look him in the eyes.

“Sure?” Billy questioned as he watch the uneasiness wash over Lucas’s body as he started to shake with his nerves.

Billy got up and pushed his chair back under the table, he walked towards the living room door, his face stuck in a baffled expression confused to what Lucas was about to ask him? Especially in a different room away from Max, didn’t those two tell each other everything? So why was Lucas being so god damn suspicious?

Lucas quickly followed suit still shaking with nerves, the room started to feel like it was closing in as he started to feel queasy.

“Should I be worried?” Max asked you as the two men closed the door behind them.

You shrugged, shooting max a reassuring smile. But you too was asking yourself the same thing

——————————————————————————

“What’s up?”

“Well erm I..” Lucas stuttered feeling sweat pool at the top of his brow. Was the room getting hotter?

“Spit it out kid” Billy looked at Lucas with concern as he started to look faint, his eyes couldn’t keep still as they switched from different areas of the room.

Lucas allowed himself to breathe, trying to compose himself before he asked Billy the second biggest question of his life.

“What I’m trying to say is that I love Max, I truly love her with all my heart. I’m mad about her, I honestly can’t picture a future without her in it, so I want to ask for her hand in marriage?” Lucas asked, finally looking Billy in his eyes. He nervously held his breath awaiting Billy’s response.

Billy’s face relaxed, he chuckled as his face grew into a warm smile. He crossed his arms trying his hardest not to sound too overjoyed for his little sister otherwise he would spoil the surprise.

“Of course”

Lucas released all the tension from his body as he sighed a breath of relief upon hearing Billy’s words.

“I can see how well you treat her and how happy she is when she’s with you. But as much as I like you Lucas, I have no problem with doing something stupid that Y/N won’t like if you ever do anything to hurt her”

“So what did you two talk about?” You asked when the guests left. Looking at Billy with suspicion as you brought the plates to the sink. You saw how visibly relieved Lucas looked when he reentered the room while Billy looked visibly overjoyed, they both pushed off all questions you and max asked them about their talk.

“Lucas asked if he could marry Max”

You pressed your hand over your mouth to muffle out a loud squeal to avoid waking up Kelly. Your lips grew into such a big smile that your cheeks started aching. You were so happy for them both, remembering the day Billy proposed to you.

———————————————————————————

“Hello?”

“Y/N he proposed! Can you believe it? Oh my god I can’t stop shaking. I’m going to be Max Sinclair, oh my god!” Max squealed, her voice raising in pitch with each word, that you had to hold the phone away from your ear.

“I’m so happy for you max” you beamed feeling your heart swell over their young love

“ I wish you could see the ring Y/N it’s beautiful, I still can’t believe it”

You chuckled at her giddiness as it reminded you of how you felt when a beautiful diamond ring was placed upon your finger.

——————————————————————————-

“Well Max said yes”

“I knew she would, they’re both crazy about each other, reminds me of us” Billy smirked as he pressed his lips to yours into a soft gentle loving kiss.

“Looks like Max doesn’t need to wait much longer to have a baby” you joked laughing as you saw Billy groan, rolling his eyes at you.

“Y/N don’t even joke about that”

A/N: did I purposefully leave our details of the reader and Billy’s proposal just so I can write a one shot about it? I’ll never tell ;)

[takeariskao3]

I have a hypothetical question for you, Hannah. I know you’re not going to like it and I hate to ask or even think about it but sometimes girl my mind just goes down a rabbit hole and there’s no coming back! And I apologize in advance. Say in TPFY before the Grimmauld place Harry is off on a mission, everything possible goes wrong, and he dies. How would Ginny cope with his death knowing she never got to be with him or tell him she loves him? How would she take the news of finding out what really happened in the forest from a letter Harry left for her in his will? Would she ever be able to recover from that? Or would it have been too much for her? You can’t dismiss this question missy because it’s for TPFY Ginny and you know her mind set the best! I need answers!!! 

jesus christ

i don’t even know—

ok

wait. wait!

if harry died post war but before the events of tpfy ginny finds out about the horcrux hunt from ron? maybe hermione? maybe both? good god. ron. he’d be a mess. and hermione!! harry was the only family she had left! god why

this whole thing is going off the rails.

It starts out as disbelief. Ginny spent so long refusing the prospect of reconciliation… she never acknowledged that a part of her always expected it. And now it's all wrong. It doesn't matter how emphatically she had moved on. It doesn't matter how earnestly she had insisted her indifference. They were supposed to have it out. He's supposed to be here. And he’s not. She knows this feeling. She knows what it’s like to exist in the world when he doesn’t. Except this time, he doesn't come back. It's not just that he's gone. It's that he took a part of her with him. The gaping wound in her chest feels rough, and barbed, and ugly. The pain is relentless. Days, weeks, and months pass. It festers. It turns into regret. And it lingers. Hermione talks about the five stages of grief like it’s a to-do list. Like if she follows the instructions it’ll somehow explain what she’s—what they’re all—feeling. Ron settles into something like barely functioning depression. Ginny never really moves past anger. It burns so hot, she swears her tears come out boiling. But she can't rage and shout at him, so she flings her fury at everything—at everyone—else. Sometimes she feels him, just over her shoulder. The anchor in her chest receiving a gentle tug. It hurts so much she feels like she might die because of it. So, she just yells at the empty room until it goes away. It never really goes away. Maybe he never does. Or at least, the shadow of him that lives fully formed in her mind's eye. The echo of him, the pieces that she remembers without even trying to. The way he would nervously try to pat down his hair. The way his smiles were always halfway reluctant, as if he wasn't sure he was allowed to find whatever it was funny. His sharp glances and even sharper tongue. His contempt for all things performative. His never ceasing surprise that people could care about him. Not his name, or his scar, or his destiny. But him. The color of his eyes in the afternoon sun. Eventually, she stops yelling. And she just starts talking. No one ever knows, no one ever catches her at it, no one ever walks in on her telling the empty kitchen that she'll never forgive herself for being so bloody petrified of their collapse that she couldn't even attempt to try. Her anger turns inward. She never reaches acceptance, not really, she just accepts that she'll have to live with the shame, and the grief, and the guilt, for the rest of her life. Decades and decades later, she sits in a rocking chair on a porch and talks to someone. Her nieces and nephews, and grandnieces and grandnephews, and great-grandnieces and great-grandnephews, are used to it by now. Auntie Ginny has gone a bit senile after her last birthday, but this time, on this golden May afternoon, Ginny talks... And he finally answers.

[multiversefanfics]

Long Ago

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader Warning: argument, cussing, the fluff Summary: You and Bucky had a really big argument which caused you two to break up, but something brings you two back together. Past in Italics

You and Bucky were the perfect couple, going everywhere together, you lived together, you were never without Bucky, he followed you like a lovesick puppy and you loved it, you two even showered together. An argument happened and you both said things that you didn't mean.

"I am tired James! I can't do this anymore, you took me for granted for the last time I am over this!" You started packing your things into a duffle bag. "Oh, so you're leaving? after 5 years! 5 years of crying, laughing, anniversaries, birthdays, vacations, you're ready to just throw that all away? Really Y/N?" You stopped packing and turned to look at him "Are you fucking with me right now? This is your fault, you did this! You made me feel this way you chose the Avengers over me several fucking times, James did you forget that?" You zipped your bag and threw it over your shoulder "You are the most selfish person I've met in my life and the look that's in your eyes right now I know the winter soldier is still in you and I will not be here when he comes out. You've hurt me too fucking much." You walked passed Bucky and out of your shared room "I'm selfish? You're calling me selfish? I'm the one who uprooted my comfort, I left my friends behind for you! All for you and you're going to call me selfish. You know what, I never loved you and I never want to see you again." You looked back at Bucky before you walked out the door "Okay, James." You slammed the door walking to your car and to Natasha's house. Bucky sat on the couch twirling an engagement ring in his fingers silently crying to himself. You sat in your car outside of Natasha's house holding a positive pregnancy test, silently crying.

• 4 years later •

You, Natasha, and your 4-year-old son were at the park, it's been 4 years since you've seen Bucky, well, the grown Bucky because of course your son is a spitting image of Bucky and every time you look at your son, you regret not telling Bucky about him, he would've made a great father but Bucky also said he never wanted to see you again, it hurt but you were always one to respect the wishes of others. "So, have you talked to Bucky?" Nat looked over at you and you looked back at her then rolled your eyes "No, I haven't talked to Bucky, he's reached out but I just can't bring myself to talk to him." You sighed and looked back at your son who was playing in the sandbox "I absolutely still love him, but I just can't shake those words." Nat rubbed your shoulder "Why don't we go get some frozen yogurt?" You nodded and called your son to come over, and he happily ran over to you "Come on, baby let's go get some frozen yogurt." He smiled wide and grabbed your hand "Yes please, Mommy" The three of you walked over to your favorite frozen yogurt place, it was bittersweet because that was where you and Bucky first met but that was the best frozen yogurt place you knew. You took a deep breath and walked inside hand in hand with your baby boy, he was so excited to get frozen yogurt, especially with his auntie Nat. The three of you are standing in line waiting to order, you crouched down to be at the same level as your son "What kind do you want to get?" Just as he was about to respond to you, you heard the bell of the door and a very familiar laugh, you looked over and saw Steve, Bucky, and Sam walk into the building. "Nat, please tell me you didn't." She looked back then at you "I promise I didn't" You stood up and turned towards them, there was no point in hiding they saw you. Nat took your son to get his frozen yogurt while you walked up to the guys "Hey Y/N" You gave them a small wave, and Bucky stared at you and you just wanted to jump into his arms and tell him how much you love him and you wish things wouldn't have ended the way they did. "Hi, Bucky" His eyes softened when you said his name and you could tell he melted as well. "Hi, Do-Y/N" He was about to call you 'Doll' and you wanted nothing more than to hear it, you missed it and him. "Can I talk to you privately?" You looked back at Nat and your son, then back to Bucky, and nodded.

The two of you moved over a little "Listen, Y/N I am so sorry for what I said, I promise I didn't mean it I do love you, I have always loved you" His hands were on your shoulders, staring deep into your eyes "Bucky.." You took a deep breath and pulled him into a hug "I love you too." You melted into his body "I missed you so much, James." As you two pulled back you heard the soft running of your son's feet "Mommy, Mommy look what Auntie Nat did she put nanas on it." Your son stretched up to show you his cup of frozen yogurt with bananas on it. You smiled and rubbed his head "That looks good, baby." Bucky was frozen in his spot "Mommy?" You looked over and gently pushed your son in front of you, Bucky crouched down inspecting his face "He looks like me." You nodded and tapped your son's shoulder "Tell him your name." Your son looked at Bucky stepping closer to him "My name is James Buchanan Barnes Jr." Bucky looked up at you "He's mine?" You nodded and played with James' hair, Bucky stood up and pulled you into a big hug "I love you so much, please please marry me." It was your turn to be frozen this time, he pulled back when you didn't respond "Please say yes" You looked over at your friends, down at your son then back at Bucky. You smiled wide and nodded "Yes, I will marry you." Bucky cupped your cheeks and pulled you into a big kiss "I love you so much, Doll. And I am going to love him too, I already do and I just met him." Bucky looked down at James and smiled, you picked him up and pointed a Bucky "This is your daddy" James looked at Bucky and instantly reached for him, Bucky took him from your arms hugging him tightly but not too tight, James hugged him back. "Hi, Daddy!" Tears welled in Bucky's eyes when he heard James call him daddy, you smiled and rubbed Bucky's arm while he was hugging him, and he pulled you into their hug "I love you both" You wrapped your arms around the both of them "We love you too." Bucky kissed James' forehead then yours, the three of you went home and began your life together, Bucky taught James how to defend himself and showed him all the old pictures of the two of you and himself, James gained more aunts and uncles who taught him several things even if they weren’t supposed to, you and Bucky are also expecting a baby girl that Natasha said you had to name after her or she was gonna end you.

Main Masterlist - Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Tags: @megamindsecretlair

[grandma-susan]

(from @helluvaoutlaw)

Striker went to visit Auntie Susie, looking forward to a pleasant afternoon. When he arrived, he found that she wasn't home, likely out getting groceries.

"Dang it...oh, well."

Undeterred, he climbed over the fence into her backyard and made himself comfortable on the porch.

Noticing that Zilbert was inside the house and started pawning at the back door the moment he saw the cowboy from the window, Striker opened it from outside just enough for the fox to squeeze through.

He knew that house like the back of his hands.

Zilbert eagerly joined him outside, purring and rubbing against his legs before darting off to explore the yard.

"Hey, hey there! Who's a good boy? Yeah, you are, yeah, aww, I missed ya."

He chuckled, watching the fox have his five minutes of happy zoomies.

"Guess I'll stick around and keep ya company till auntie gets back."

For the next hour, Striker and Zilbert enjoyed each other's company.

They played just like they did when Striker was much younger, chasing each other around the garden.

"Imma get ya!"

Striker laughed as he sprinted after Zilbert, who darted and zigzagged across the lawn, his sleek black fur a blur of motion. Then, in a playful reversal, Zilbert chased Striker, nipping at his heels and making him feel as though he had stepped back in time.

"Nooo! Zilbert, ahahahah! Ya rascal!"

Ten years had passed since the day Striker met Susan, but nothing else had really changed. The house, the garden, the town, even Susan herself, remained just as they were.

Except for him.

He had grown older, he had changed.

As he played with Zilbert, these thoughts lingered in his mind. Sinners were immortal, unable to age.

It was bittersweet to think about.

"Alright, Zil, that's enough for now."

Striker smiled as he lay down on the soft grass, feeling the warmth of the afternoon sun. He pulled his hat over his eyes to block out the light.

Zilbert, content from all the playing, curled up on Striker's chest.

"I'm just gonna-yawn-rest my eyes for a lil' bit..."

Soon, both of them fell asleep, the gentle rustling of leaves lulling them into a peaceful nap.

Susan returned after a long day. She had some thoughts if it was worth it or if she'd regret getting a new outfit for her grandnephews Wedding. Afterall, they were getting married in Wrath and she still hadn't heard if she would be granted permission to go. She clutched her package closer, telling herself, even if she wouldn't be able to attend the wedding proper, she'd still hold a little get together for the two in the future. "I'm home, Zilber." She looked up and closed the front door behind her. The house was quiet. As he napping? "Zilber?" She called again shuffling into the living room, not on the couch, she called again, not in the dining room or the study, where ....where had he gone? Not upstairs, "Zilber?!" She called a little louder and was growing nervous. Where was her companion? She searched every rooms and every table and closet before she rushed down the kitchen, fear that she had now lost Zilber right before a wedding. She spun around, hoping that he was playing hide and seek in the kitchen, that is until she saw the back door and how the curtain was slightly eschew. She cautiously went to the door and swung it open with a "ZILB-" Her voice halted in her throat.

Oh.

Her hold on her package loosened as she stepped onto the patio and looked over the railing. A familiar old figure that she had grown accustomed to over 10 years laying in the grass, oversized dusty old hat perched lazily over his face and a fox equally lazy, rolled half way onto his back snoozing next to one of Hell's greatest assassins. She set her package down, and crossed a foot behind a heel as she , for a moment , took in the scene and committing it to memory. The way they were laid out, the way the grass and some of the beds had fallen or parted during their rambunctious play, the twisted way Zilber was curled up next to Striker, and the way he sprawled out in the grass with his noodley limbs. He was far from the little boy in the overalls, wandering around her front lawn looking up at a window for a fox. He was far from the half dead newbie hitman, who kept egging her to show him Zilber. Far from the broken man when he had lost everything and spent many a nights drifting about the house like another ghost in Susan's life, but with a little shadow of a fox always at his heels. And now he was here. Maybe laying just around the same spot she had first found him bleeding half to death, comfortably and lazily napping her Zilber. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone and snapped a quick photo and sent it to Harper. She still didn't like using it as a telephone or texting, but she certainly did come to liking the camera. It was much easier to use and the photos were so clear. "You worry too much, old girl." She muttered to herself with a soft smile. "This is what you've always wanted in life, relax." She took a breath and from the railing she called once more, "Zilber! What are you doing outside? You scared me half to oblivion, has Striker come to kidnap you? Strii~ker. You're not ditching wedding planning are you?"

[neptoons1998]

Nannying a CEO

A/N: Okay as promised a new multi-chapter fic! Tell me if y'all me to finish this one.

Chapter 1/4 - New begins

Tag gang: @pantherheart @mal-urameshi @somethingcleaverandwhitty @xblackreader @karimwillia

Summary: Shuri is dealing with a lot between the late passing of her dear brother and sister in law Nakia; as well as the recent passing of her mother. The new CEO is holding on by a thread, can a new nanny for Toussaint change that for her?

Shuri is over her head, she knew her therapist was right about her not truly coping with all the loss she delt in the pass three years but she was needed from the average workers in her company to her sweet boy Toussaint. 

Shuri  devastated when her brother and sister-in-law passed away. She was now the sole guardian of her young nephew, Toussaint. She was determined to be the best motherly figure auntie she could be for the little boy, but it was hard. Shuri closed her ipad shut looking at the stock number,  they aren’t going to magically changed itself she thought as she looked up at the ceiling in her townhouse. Her neck snapped back up when she heard a noise there was  her small nephew in pjs, “Aren’t you supposed to be in bed?” 

 she gave a small smile as she patted down on the couch, Toussaint quickly tumbled to sit nearby his auntie. 

“Why are you up at this hour? Please don’t me, you’re getting my sleeping habits,” Shuri asked as the boy curled around her. The small boy didn’t responded, Shuri held her frustration to herself afterall she wasn’t mad that Toussaint isn’t speaking. She remember what the therapist said that he had selective mutism. They just have to wait it out but for how long? Did she cause him so much trama that he would rather not talk anymore? Shuri thought as she rocked the small boy. 

“All I’m saying is that you should hire someone,” Aneka said to Shuri. The pair just finished the second meeting of the day. Shuri gave a tired sigh, “That’s the one thing I don’t want to do. I want to be there for all Tousiannt’s days good ones and the bad ones. T-that’s what T’Challa and Nakia would have wanted it.”

Aneka looked at her, “I’m saying  you use a nanny for everything but when you have big projects and you’re going to be home late. Tousiannt deserve someone who going to be there for him yes but also someone who interacting with his world as well.” 

Aneka patted on Shuri on the shoulder before she left to her office, “And you can’t do that if you’re dead on your feet, can you?”

Shuri prused her lips, she’ll have assistant help her to find a nanny. 

We appreciate the time and effort it took to pass on your details and your desire to join our team. We received a great deal of interest for this role and a large number of applications.

As a result, we regret to inform you that your application has not been successful at this stage and you will not continue to the next stage in the selection process.

“Agh are you kidding me?” Riri exclaimed as she looked on a cracked screen phone. She sat on her bed as she stratched her head in frustration. 

This wasn’t supposed to happen, Riri thought as growled in frustration. She was a graduate of MIT, she should have her job in engineering by now. Everytime she applied she was quickly denied. MJ poked her head in Riri’s room. The roommate came in her room as she place a hot cup of coffee in Riri’s hand, “Denied again?”

Riri nodded as she took a big gulp of the caffine, “Yeah. I want to give up.I hate captilism so much, y’know animals don’t have jobs all they do is reproduce and eat.”

MJ pushed the small woman’s shoulders. She knew she need to stop Riri from spirling but she could help but agree with her at times, “Don’t. You need to think more positively.”

Riri glared at her roommate,”Yeah, like how?”

“Well,” MJ said as she stretched herself out on her roommate’s bed, “You’re young like super young. You graduate MIT at 21, so yeah some companies don’t think you’re ready. How about you try a job that you need would’ve picked out.”

Riri took another sip of her coffee, “I always - you promise you won’t laugh.”

MJ crossed her heart, “I promise.”

“I always wanted to try watch over some kids, like a cool scientist teacher that all the kids would love,” Riri said as she thought about one of her favorite teacher fondly. 

“Then apply for something like that,” MJ  stated to her friend. Riri thought about worse case she was be denied from another job, best case, she gets a job. 

“You're right,” Riri said as she downs the rest of her coffee.

[imaginefan]

Slave To Emotions *Part 3*

Klaus Mikaelson!Father X Son!Reader

Word Count: 1061

Requested: @emaz-0225

Request: Hey can you do a part 3 to Slave to Emotions where Hayley and Elijah get Katherine to work with them to get Y/N back and Hayley ends up getting a vision from the twin let's say her name was Viktoria ands she has a message for Klaus " Love Sirius he is good brother he will protect hope you just got to let him in and tell him the truth you have always loved him you just didn't know you could be a dad. " grandma Esther is bringing me back to life so I will be able to help protect Hope hug my mom and Auntie Beks for me please and thank you Hayley."

*Part 2*

Sirius then has a conversation with Kol about stuff and Sirius pulls out a bracelet that Viktoria gave him it has a protection spell on that they created that Bonnie could never break.

Mikael pulls Sirius aside and then reveals a secret that he helped Katherine deliver Sirius and Viktoria and help her escape and he also told Niklaus about the existence

Klaus gets the message and then storms off to his painting room and looks at his paintings of babies and screams

Katherine wasn’t expecting visitors in fact since her daughter had died she hadn’t seen anyone, she still got messages from you to let her know that you were okay but nothing past that. That was why when she looked at Elijah and Hayley standing outside of her house she was more than a little confused. “What are you doing here? Better yet, how did you find me?” She asked. “There was a witch willing to help us.” Elijah answered “can we come in?” “Depends what you're here for.” Katherine answered, Hayley was the next to speak sharing the same mothering instinct that she did she knew what Katherine was feeling and thinking. “We just want to help your son, you're probably the only person that he’ll listen to.” Hayley explained and Katherine narrowed her eyes at her before opening the door a little wider and allowing them in. “What happened to (Y/N)?” She asked, closing the door. “He announced his presence to Klaus, you know what he is like and your son seems to be just like him.” Elijah explained “if we don’t deescalate the situation we both know that your son will pay with his life.” “So what do you need me for?” She asked. “Like I said, you are likely the only person that he will listen to.” Hayley explained. “Why do you want to help him?” Katherine asked. “He’s my nephew, Klaus may not take responsibility for his family but I will not let them suffer.” Elijah explained. “And you?” Kathrine asked, turning to Hayley. “My daughter deserves to know her brother as he was not the way that Klaus has made him.” Hayley answered. “Your daughter?” Katherine asked. “He has another sister? Does he know?” “He knows.” Hayley answered “he warned us that she was in danger, that’s why we think that we might be able to save him before he dies, something that he’ll regret.” “Fine I’ll help you but only to help him.” Katherine agreed.

Later that evening Hayley was laying down to go to sleep, she fell asleep quite easily but the voice that she heard in her head she didn’t recognise “Hayley.” It called. “Hello?” She asked as she opened her eyes sitting up, she wasn’t in the guest bedroom that Katherine had given her, instead she was standing in what looked like someone’s old childhood room one side looking like it belonged to girl while the other looked like it belonged to a boy, before she could move from where she was two children run in, the little boy keeping the little girl close behind him. “He’s always been good at protecting those he loved, that’s why he’s so angry that I was killed.” Hayley turned away from the children and towards the voice, there was a girl that looked like a grown up version of the one that had run past her, she realized that must have been you and your little sister. “(Y/S/N)?” Hayley asked. “I need you to pass a message to my father.” She pleaded. “I will try.” Hayley promised. “Love (Y/N) he is a good brother he will protect Hope the same way that he protected me. You just need to let him in and tell him the truth. I know you have always loved him, you just didn't know you could be a dad.” (Y/S/N) explained. “Grandma Esther is bringing me back to help protect Hope but until I’m able to make it back to you all please give my mum and aunty Bekah a hug please.” “Of course.” Hayley answered as she smiled “don’t worry I’ll help you brother and we’ll get the family back together and you can both meet your sister properly.” “Thank you.” (Y/S/N) smiled as Hayley felt herself waking up.

You had been there when Kol was brought back and he noticed that you were different then the last time that he had seen you and he wasn’t surprised after having seen your sister in the afterlife and finding out that your father had another child that clearly loved more than he loved you. “What are you doing out here?” Kol asked. “Trying to figure out what the best approach is.” You explained and he frowned. “What are you talking about?” Kol asked. “Well this will keep me safe but the rest of you are still at her mercy.” You explained as you pulled out a bracelet. “(Y/S/N) made this,it has a protection spell on it that no one has been able to break, not even that meddling witch Bonnie.” “(Y/N)!” Mikael called you over to him and you frowned before standing up and dusting yourself off. “Be careful with him.” Kol warned and you nodded before walking over. “There is something that I need to tell you before we fight your father, he will use it to try and weaken our forces.” Mikeal explained. “I was the one that delivered you and told Klaus of your existence.” “Is that supposed to change something?” You asked. “You are stronger than he ever was and once he’s dead the world will be better off.” Mikael said as he walked away from you.

It took the better half of the day to travel back to New Orleans, Katherine had decided to stay at a hotel instead of with the rest of the family so Hayley had passed on the message that (Y/S/N) had given her along with the hug but now as they stood outside the compound, she started to get nervous. “You’ll be okay, I won’t let anything happen to you.” Elijah promised. They both walked back into the compound where Klaus was waiting for them. “How did your plan go?” He asked. “Well did your plan go the way that you hoped?” He asked, Hayley nodded. “She came to help, she’s staying at a hotel,” Hayley answered. “There is a message.” Hayley relayed the message but didn’t get an answer from Klaus instead he turned and stormed out of the room closing himself away in his studio everyone could hear his scream as he looked at one of his older paintings of two babies ones that had always thought of as you and your sister, one that reminded him of the failure that he continued to be.

*Part 4*

Requests and general question!

[dutifullyshamelessearthquake]

16 sick!Chongyun + caretaker!Shenhe. Shenhe helping her nephew after some spicy food hurts his stomach

Prompt: "Bad Food"

Thank you for the request, and sorry for getting around to it so late! I'm slowly making my way through my list of requests. This was fun! I've never written for Chongyun before, and he also isn't a character I ever considered writing for, so this was definitely something new!

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

When Chongyun woke up in the dead of night, tangled in his sheets and sweating bullets, he knew he messed up. His guts felt like they were knotted up in an angry ball of cramps.

Groaning into his pillow, Chongyun rolled over in bed, digging his fist into his stomach. He waited for the cramp to pass with bated breaths, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. Finally the knot in his stomach seemed to ease up with an unhappy gurgle that he felt beneath his hands. Of course this was the consequences of his own actions.

He knew that his stomach had trouble tolerating any form of spicy food. Even something as mild as a bit of black pepper sprinkled over a dish, left him feeling uncomfortable within an hour of eating. So why on earth did he let his pride get to him that day?

It started when he stopped by Xiangling's family restaurant with Xingqui, shortly after they had finished their classes. The original plan had been to grab a juice or ice tea, lunch wasn't even on the agenda. But Xiangling had come bounding out, restaurant menu in hand.

"I've finally perfected my new recipe enough for dad to put it on the menu!" She had exclaimed without even greeting them first, slamming the menu down on the table. "You guys have to try it!"

How was Chongyun supposed to tell her no, he didn't like spicy food?

Another cramp had Chongyun curling into a fetal position with a weak groan. The pain was so intense it left him feeling lightheaded and dizzy. Putting an arm beneath him on the bed, he stiffly got up, cradling his bloated stomach with one hand. He had to try and take something for the pain. There was no way he'd get another wink of sleep that night, and he most certainly wouldn't be going to class the next day. Chongyun knew the routine for eating something he shouldn't. He wouldn't get much reprieve from the pain that night, and the majority of the next day he would probably spend sitting on the toilet. He was regretting his earlier actions so much.

With staggering steps, Chongyun trudged down the dark hallway of his apartment to the bathroom. He flipped the light switch with sweaty fingers, flinching back when the sudden light nearly blinded him. Once his eyes had adjusted to the darkness, Chongyun walked over to the medicine cabinet, pulling it open with a shaky hand. He grimaced when his stomach seemed to contract beneath his arm, grabbing the edge of the sink to keep himself upright. The pain had him seeing spots for a moment, before it tapered off again. His stomach let out a low, gurgling growl that Chongyun swore seemed to echo around the small bathroom.

His face grew a few shades paler, Chongyun redirected his attention to the medicine cabinet, bleary eyes searching for anything that might settle his stomach. The entire time, it felt like there was a blunt blade lodged in his abdomen.

With his mind preoccupied by the pain roiling in his gut, Chongyun didn't hear the footsteps on the tiled floor. He gasped, startled, when a hand suddenly touched his shoulder in a gentle manner. Chongyun staggered back, practically hugging his stomach. He looked up, squinting at the person standing in the bathroom with him

Oh right.

In his pain-fuelled haze, Chongyun had completely forgotten that his auntie Shenhe was staying over at his apartment that week. He must've woken her up with his racket — in all fairness, he was used to living alone.

"You are ill." Shenhe stated the obvious softly, her voice seemingly void of any emotion. She reached over, raising Chongyun's chin with one hand, while pressing the palm of the other to his forehead.

"I'm fine, Auntie, really." Chongyun panted softly, leaning his head into the cool comfort of her hand. "I'm not sick, I just have a really bad stomach ache." Hopefully she would leave it at that.

Shenhe stared at him a moment longer, the expression in her pale eyes unchanging, before she retracted her hand. Then she spoke again in her soft tone of voice. "Stomach aches are not supposed to be normal, you could very well be ill."

Chongyun tried to chuckle at her statement, but his face contracted in pain instead. He groaned softly, leaning forward and tightly wrapping both arms around his stomach. Shenhe's hands gently came to rest on his shoulders, and she guided him a few steps over to sit down on the edge of the bathtub.

"I just ate something I shouldn't have." Chongyun tried to explain through gritted teeth. "Xiangling's recipe had… way too many juyen chillies in it."

Shenhe was quiet for a moment. Chongyun wasn't sure if she heard what he has said, but her next words proved that she did.

"Very well, if that is the case. You should be more cautious of eating spicy food if your stomach has trouble handling it."

Chongyun almost laughed. "I try, Auntie, I do. It's not exactly intentional."

Shenhe hummed softly in response. "Shall I make you a cup of medical tea to help with the pain?"

"Auntie Shenhe, it's-" Chongyun looked over his shoulder at the clock on the bathroom wall. "-it's one in the morning. I'm fine, you can go back to bed." He closed his eyes for a moment when his vision swam. He felt nauseous.

Shenhe looked at him quizzically for a moment. "Why would I return to bed when you are clearly unwell?"

"I'll just take some painkillers, and go back to bed myself, really."

Shenhe seemed to consider this option. Chongyun was unable to read her expression as she gazed at him. Then, expression still unchanging, she shook her head.

"Medicinal tea will be better for settling your stomach than pills. It won't take any time for me to prepare."

She didn't exactly leave Chongyun with any time to respond, turning around and silently leaving the bathroom. Chongyun watched her disappear with an exasperated expression, before he chuckled softly, leaning his head over against the tiled wall. His Auntie Shenhe may seem emotionless and cold to others, but it was clear she cared, in her own unique way.

[duskwoodgirl4life]

Thank you to everyone who as followed this story your likes, shares and comments mean so much to me.

Chapter 16

Emma's POV

I hear sirens racing towards the building getting louder and louder, there is a massive bang the doors hitting off the walls as the police and paramedics burst into the room. I get taken away for treatment followed by two police officers. I see Jake lay on the ground. I keep screaming his name but he doesn't answer. He slowly gets out of view but I keep screaming his name over and over again until I get put into the ambulance and one of the paramedics gives me something to calm me down. Everything starts to go black as my eyes start to close the more I try and fight the more my body gives in.

When I wake up again I am in a hospital bed handcuffs around both wrists, I try to fight it but it's no use. I have to stay handcuffed to this damn hospital bed. My heart aches for Jake. I just need to see him. “I need to see Jake, where is he? I need to tell him I love him” I keep screaming for Jake but he doesn't come. I can feel myself starting to lose control and I start to pull at the handcuffs trying to get them off me. I don't remember much after that as everything starts to go black again and my body lets the drugs take over. I spend a few more days in the hospital each day hoping to see Jake. I call for him everyday but he still doesn't come.

Two officers come into my room and take me out of my hospital room and put me into the back of a police van. The cold metal doors slam shut the sound echoing in my ears, reality has hit me. I will be spending my time in jail behind bars but I do not regret what I have done. I would do it all over again if it meant I would get to see Jake one more time. The van comes to a stop and the doors open, the light from outside comes spilling into the back of the van. It takes me a moment to adjust to the bright sun shining in the sky. I get taken out of the van and into the police station where I am booked in and put into another cell.

My trail comes and goes. I guess I will be spending a lot of time in the physiatric prison. I don't feel this is fair but there is nothing I can do about it right now. I keep Jake in my thoughts. It was so good to see him at the trail. It was just a shame she had to be with him. I am going to do everything I can to win Jake back. This isn't over yet. I will come up with a plan to get out of this hell and get back to my beautiful Jake.

Don't worry my love I will find my way back to you soon, just hold on a little longer and I will be with you my love.

MCs POV

Nearly 12 months have passed and Emma has been sentenced to 13 years in a physiatric prison. Jake and I are so relieved that she will no longer pose as a problem in our lives again. We have both come a long way with everything that's happened. Jake is back at work again and he's never been happier. Our first Christmas is coming up. It's going to be so special this year. Willow has so many gifts from us. I know it's a little overboard but most of them are clothes that she will soon grow out of. Jake found this perfect playhouse for her. He spent 2 days convincing me that she needed it. I caved in the end and said yes.

Will all this now firmly behind us Jake asked me to marry him, of course I said yes we haven't decided on a date yet. I have some news of my own to tell him when he gets home from work.

I have an extra special gift for him this year that I just know he's going to love. I haven't been feeling good the past couple of days so I decided to take a pregnancy test and it came back positive. I haven't told Jake yet that I'm pregnant. I'm planning a special romantic dinner for him. Willow is spending the night with her auntie Jessy and uncle Dan. I'm making his favorite chicken fajitas with his favorite mexican rice. Everything is ready to go in the oven and cook it will be ready for when he gets home.

I have a couple hours before he gets home so while the food is cooking I go and take a shower and change into Jake's favorite black pencil dress he loves me in. I fix my hair and make up and get the table set up. I sprinkle some rose petals on the table and scatter some leading from the front door to the living room and dining table. I spray some perfume onto my neck and dress. Everything is ready for when Jake gets back home I can't wait to tell him. I have it all planned out. We will eat dinner first and when we get to the desert I will tell him then. I just hope I can last that long. I am so excited the thought of having another baby makes me so happy.

I finish making sure everything is how I want it and the food is now cooked, I hear Jake come in through the door. A warm smile spreads across my face. I walk into the living room and see Jake standing there with a smile on his face. “This is such a lovely surprise MC it's just what I needed after a busy day” I wrap my arms around Jake and kiss him softly on the lips. “You can fully relax now you have the whole week off to unwind, dinner is ready I just need to plate it up” before I can walk to the kitchen I feel Jake take me by the hand stopping me in my tracks. I can feel Jake's eyes on my body. His eyes have gone darker than they ever have before.

He takes me by the hand and places soft kisses up and down my arm, “you look absolutely gorgeous MC” I lean in and give him a soft smile. “Thank you Jake, let's go and eat” after we finish eating in place the plates in the sink and walk back over to the table. I put a sticky note on a box with the pregnancy test inside and place it on a dessert plate and put it in front of Jake. He looks at me a little confused. He looks down at the note that reads “look inside” my heart feels like it's racing a million miles an hour.

I watch Jake take off the lid and he looks down at the test, he picks it up to take a closer look. “MC you're pregnant? I can't believe it” I start to get a little scared that he's not happy about a second pregnancy but then he looks up at me with the biggest smile on his face. “I'm so happy MC I can't believe you're really pregnant” I feel all my worries just wash away. I can't help but smile. I love this man so much we have been through hell and he's stuck with me. “I love you so much Jake, I feel like this is a whole new chapter of our lives” Jake gets up and walks towards MC and picks her up wrapping his arms around his kissing her softly on the lips.

Jake puts me down and lifts my chin up slightly with his fingers. “Everything that's happened in the past has been hard on us both but we have come out the other side” tears of joy just roll down my cheeks. I never thought it possible to be this happy. Jake and I enjoy the rest of the evening celebrating our second bundle of joy that's on the way. Everything that's happened can stay in the past from now on. It's me, Jake, Willow and this little jelly bean.

Jake turns to me and smiles. I see a twinkle in his eyes, “MC I would like to give you an early Christmas present” Jake asked me to sit down while he goes and gets the gift. My mind is working overtime on what it could be. I see Jake come back into the room holding a small box. Jake gets down on one knee and opens up the small box. “MC, I love you more than anything else in this world, you have never given up on us. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

Tears of joy fall from my eyes and a smile spreads across my face, “yes Jake, yes a million times yes I love you so much” I jump into Jake's arms and he wraps his strong arms around my waist. Jake lets go of me and takes the ring out of the box and slides it on to my finger. It's the most perfect fit. The ring is a beautiful sapphire diamond. “I love you so much Jake” Jake has the most beautiful smile on his face. “i love you to MC”

The End

[chitaqua-toast]

I have the gift from the last pokestop I spun right before going into the hospital to check on my auntie, who had been taken to the ER when she had a sudden deterioration. I didn’t know on my ride in that it would be the last time I saw her. I told her we would be back in a couple days to see her again and she said she would “go home” in four days, giving me a significant look. Uncle said we should clean up when we got home so it would be set up for her to get a wheelchair around. She didn’t stop staring at me the entire time.

I had already made plans with other family to do an abuse-related evacuation of the property, since I wasn’t safe or comfortable living there alone with my uncle, who has a lot of damage to his brain (he took a toolbox to the back of his head during a crash & has a concave dip in his skull from the impact literally breaking his head). The plan was we get everything important to me into my storage unit and everything NEEDED into their car while he was at the hospital visiting her. We almost made it out, but he arrived as I was leaving with them to get myself and my SD to their place in another county. He knew immediately that I was leaving for good and had a lot to say about it.

Two days after I left, he called to say the hospital informed him that she had asked for a bath and then expired while the nurses were setting up the bathroom. We didn’t know she had a DNR on her file.

I saw her for the last time when I came back for her viewing and to sign off that I would accept the ashes after her cremation. 

I posted about her passing online. I still have her passwords saved in my phone. I regret that I had recently deleted voicemails before she went in, and may not have a recording of her anywhere, anymore. I send messages to her profile & check it on her birthday to see who all commented her to send birthday wishes. I have her contact info (her phone has long since been closed out) and pretend to call her when I’ve had a good or bad day. At holidays, I put out a plate for her and her dad with all their favorites. I post about seeing hawks or bald eagles like I’m telling her. I bought a fishing pole so I can start fishing for her, since we made plans to go fishing & camping this year, before she got sick.

[erynisdreaming]

hey guys.

eryn pendragon here.

little penny not boy not girl over here wants to introduce you all to how their luck works by telling a story.

okay, it is december 15, 2023. i just left from work and decided to stop by the mall just to walk around, check some books, anything to take my head off the stress of my daily life. i had visited one of my aunties at the hospital some days ago, and me and my family had a very uncomfortable talk about her last days. you know... making a big christmas party so she could enjoy her last one. dark af, so... i was stressed OUT.

i go down from the bus, and i go into the mall without looking back. i go to the place where i get my onigiri to... get a onigiri, and i begin to walk around while eating it. wonderful.

in my walking and chewing session i see one of those claw machines, you know, the ones with plushies? and i change my path straight towards it.

i carefully analysed the plushie disposition inside the machine; and my eyes did not deceive me. there it was. a weird ass frog plushie, right on the edge of victory; seems like somebody else's disappointment was about to become my glory.

i hastily finish my onigiri (i regret it, good food needs to be savored), and i use my credit card (i was shocked to know that these actually accept cards 0_0) and i get the frog in my first try. well. i was SO happy.

grown ass person with frog in hands, time to walk around a little more. i check my phone, and i see that it's getting later than usual for me to be out, so... i head to the exit. in one of the exits to that specific mall, there are more claw machines; two to be exact... and one of them had a Chainsaw Man plushie.

Don't question me on the legal part. I'm pretty sure it shouldn't be there.

but i went for it, too. would my greed swallow me whole, or was i still engulfed by the same luck that graced me with a frog?

luck it was! chainsaw boy and weird frog go in the backpack, and i rush home, really happy. and then it hits. Dude. This is the first lucky day in a whole year. What is going to happen?

as a result, i got really anxious at the bus. after i finally got out of the second bus, i begin to run home. i stop at a drink store to get some beer for me and mom (legal drinking age in Brazil is 18!), and from there it wasn't too long before i was home.

to make her a surprise, i knock loudly on the door and i scream something along the lines of... "MOOOOOOM!!!!"

no answer.

i do it again.

no answer, again.

i do it a third time, despite feeling like i shouldn't, and i just hear my father scream something from the inside... a little angrily... Damn. Something happened.

i rush into my house just to see my mother crying at the living room; she doesn't cry often, so, whenever she DOES cry i immediately panic; and this time i felt like i knew what happened.

yeah. turns out my auntie, the same one i saw at the hospital some days ago, that the family was discussing the last christmas, had passed away. same day i got two plushies from the claw machine. which honestly made me begin to question my own sanity. like, someone must be having a lot of fun watching my life for shit like this to happen.

not much else to say, but... it SUCKED. i was staring up at the ceiling for SO long. it was the first time death took someone when i was old enough to understand. and i wish i didn't understand.

it breaks my heart to think she didn't get to enjoy christmas with us that year. i miss her a lot, and i didn't even get to grieve that much for... Other reasons, that I'll get into later.

thanks for reading this wall of text, ill be posting some... happier stories later!

[harrison-abbott]

Dear Son

My old father wrote me a letter that I got by surprise through my mailbox. I didn’t even know that he knew my address. And I had not spoken to him in over 30 years. And his letter said this:

Dear Son.

               I’m ill these days and I wanted to send you a message before I go because there are many things I regret. I also know that this is far too late to be sending you a letter like this. But I wanted to send it all along. And it’s up to you if you want to accept it or not.

     I have cancer of the liver and I don’t have very long to live. And I know that you also know why this particular cancer is the case. I remember how mean I was to you when you were little. And your mother, too. I didn’t appreciate her and I gave her up too easily. And I should have sent you more money when you lived with her down south. I did really love your mother. She remains among the most beautiful women I’ve ever met. You probably know that more than I do. Remember her blonde hair? It was yellow like wheat fields in summer, oh, it was so glorious. But I was too arrogant to care about all of that and I got sidetracked by other people at the theatre.

     Your mother never really got into the whole theatre thing. I don’t thing she was interested. And when I met all of these other people then I drifted away from her, and you. My career was going this one way, and her another.

     And then when she moved south with you I wasn’t able to completely keep in touch with her. She hated me. I understand why. I sent her gifts for her birthday and I would call the flat you lived in. But after the first few calls she didn’t pick up the phone. And then one time when I did answer it was this man speaking and so I assumed she had moved on. And I sent along some presents for your 2nd birthday. But I never got any answer to whether you received them, so I didn’t know if you ever got them. Did you?

     I found you through social media. And I asked your Aunty Veronica who I also found through Facebook, to send me your postal address. I hope you’re not offended, son, at me contacting you this way: I just thought it would be more ‘romantic’ if you got a letter from me rather than hearing through me via something as dumb as a Facebook thing.

     Of course, it must be mentioned that I really do miss your mother. And I thoroughly regret not being able to come to her funeral a few years back. It was Veronica who told me that she had passed away. I cried a lot when I learned how she had passed. And I wanted to come down. But I just wasn’t able to make the date down due to the tough schedule at the theatre.

     Here I am, talking all about me. I should be asking about you! How are you doing in life? Veronica said that you work at the university? That is amazing. I never had any valve for academia, because I’m more of a bohemian man. Haha. Did you ever try any of the arts yourself? Are you creative in any way? I’d be keen to know. You seemed like a shy baby but I hope you’ve become an extroverted adult. Please write back and tell me about your life. Do you have a wife? My phone number is -------------- and I would love it if you gave me a call.

     Once again. I am so sorry that I haven’t been with you in life. And if somebody had invented a time machine then I would have gone back a long while and done things differently with your mother and you, my little boy.

     I regret, also, that nobody ever knew about you fully.

     Because I’m getting a lot of animosity from the magazine people about this son that they never knew about. That nobody has ever known about. I have tried several times to tell them that it was your mother that left me and took you south. Well, you know the story as well. The reporters keep badgering me for your whereabouts. And I haven’t told them yet where you are now.

     But perhaps if you could come up here then we could meet them together and we could do a piece with the newspapers? The culture papers, I mean. The best ones.

     They would really love a story like that. And I can pay you for coming up. And, since I won’t be alive much longer, I can discuss what I could leave left with you in my will? There are several assets I could pass on to you, if you’d be willing to come up.

     In the other paper I’ve left you the contact details of my lawyer and, well, me, haha. Please get in touch by phone or email. I must add that I will have to know soon. For obvious reasons.

     The newspapers would like to speak to you and know your story. And I know this one especial reporter who has interviewed me before and I’ve played golf with him a few times. A nice chap. I’m sure you’d love to meet him. It would be beneficial for both of us to do this whole thing.

     Best Wishes

     Your Father.

I read all of this in a oner. At the kitchen table when I was home alone.

     And I didn’t tell my wife about it when she came home. I’d hidden the letter in my bedroom and didn’t want anybody else to see it and I did not open up to anybody about it until long after my father had died.

     Alas, there was no response to his letter. Why the fuck would I respond to a letter like that?

[unreadpoppy]

For the Tav ask! 6, 7, 28, 41, 70, and 105!

6. Does your Tav have any friends from their past? Are they still friends?

When she first left her home and began adventuring, she was part of another party until eventually everyone went off on their own but she does keep in contact with some of them.

7. Does your Tav have connections to other characters (I.e.: NPCs)?

I think I answered this before but no, not really. she grew up very isolated so she doesn't know a lot of people.

28. What does your Tav think of Auntie Ethel? What do they tell Mayrina?

Gwen regrets killing Auntie Ethel because Mayrina is so annoying. And she tells Mayrina that her zombie husband is her problem. She found her again in act 3 but wasn't able (and also didn't want to) save her.

41. Which way did they take? Did they run into Elminster? What was their opinion of his news for Gale?

She first did everything in Moutain Pass, so she did meet Elminster. At first, it was funny seeing the old guy putting Gale on the spot but she quickly got a bit mad when Elminster said that Mystra wanted Gale to blow himself up. And Gwen was like "you are absolutely NOT blowing yourself up, Mystra can go f off, we're finding another way."

70. Does your Tav make a deal with Raphael?

Y E S. Gwen did sign the deal because it was the easier way out and she was tired of the Emperor's bullshit. She did keep her end of the deal as well and give him the Crown (although, she did go, alone, to the House of Hope and kill Haarlep).

105. Anything you want to say about your Tav! Give a random headcanon, answer a random question, say whatever you want!

My HC is that after the game ended, even when she was living with Halsin in the commune and stuff, she would still try to keep in touch with the others from time to time, and after Withers' party, she's definatly taking everyone's new adress so she can visit them. Also, Gwen definetly keeps in touch with the tieflings like Arabella, Dammon, Alfira and Rolan.

Thanks for the ask!!

[heaven-s-black-box]

Tomorrow pt.2- Maya Centric

Return to File

Recovery date: August 16th, 2020

Description: Maya dies of old age, in her sleep, and wakes to find her family and friends waiting on her.

Notes: Content warning for death, and mention of still birth. Recovered in conjunction with Maya fan from research lab Ao3, we thank them once again for their contributions. The first entry can be found here.

Word count: 923

Back to directory

Maya had always thought she’d fear her death. Maybe it was because Miles’s had once mentioned the statistics of dying peacefully being rather low. Maybe it was because she didn’t want to leave anyone behind. Or maybe it was just a fear of the unknown.

But now that she was here, laying in bed awaiting death. She found herself in an odd state of peace. By no means was she completely unafraid, and she definitely had some regrets, but there was still a strange sense of serenity. Maybe it was because she wasn’t alone, or because she was dying peacefully. Although she had a hunch that it was neither, and that she was actually excited to die. To see them again.

“Great-Aunty M, why are you smiling? Aren’t you afraid?” Trucy’s eldest, a little boy named Phoenix, asked. He’d been named after her father, although most called him Feenie.

“A little, but I can’t deny that I’m a bit happy.”

“Why’s that?” Apollo’s daughter, Thalassa, asked. She’d come along just after his and Trucy’s mom died. The two children were there with their parents, to keep Maya company. In fact everyone had been staying in shifts.

She let out a weak laugh that was cut off by a cough. Phoenix handed her a glass of water, and she took a sip before answering. “Because I get to see all my friends again, like your grandpa.”

It was true, she was the last to leave. Not by long however, Franziska had passed just last fall from a nasty cold. Maya had felt horrible for the girls suffering, but Franziska had fought hard and deserved her rest. Gumshoe had been the first to go, killed on the job unfortunately, a bullet to the chest through a lung. He’d choked to death on his own blood before they got him to the hospital. Miles had been next, a heart attack from the stress of work and old age. He’d been in the office talking with Klavier when it happened.

Phoenix and Larry had gone within months of each other. Larry had been caught in a rockslide while trying to find a view to paint. Phoenix, well, he’d died doing what he did best. Helping people. She wasn’t sure the exact details, but during a case it turned out his client had actually been the intended victim. The real killer decided to finish the job by staging a suicide in the court house. Phoenix walked in and was able to save the client, but was seriously injured in the process. He was in a coma for two weeks before passing. She only hoped he’d had pleasant dreams while in the coma.

Asides from them, the rest of her family had long since passed. Misty and Mia had been murdered, Godot (who she considered a brother in a sense, he was her sister's boyfriend after all) and Morgan (who was family by blood, but she hadn’t cared much for her death) had been executed, and Pearl. Poor sweat Pearl and passed from cancer before she even had a full life. 

Trucy’s youngest, only a few months old, had been named Pearl. The girl had always said if she had a daughter she’d name her Pearl. Maya was happy she’d gotten to see that day. In fact, she was happy to see everyone grow. She’d have so many stories to tell upstairs.

“Aunt Maya,” Trucy said, entering the room. “Mia called,” Mia was Maya’s daughter. Originally, she was supposed to have twin girls, but one had been a stillbirth. So instead of giving her daughter the middle name Pearl like she wanted to, she’d given her the middle name Misty, her other daughter's name. “She said she was leaving work now. She’ll be over soon with Miles.”

Mia had followed her late aunts and become a lawyer. When Maya asked who she thought should be the next master, Mia had said it would be her. “If Rayfa can run a kingdom and channel spirits, so can I.” She’d said.

The current queen of Khura’in had been like a cousin to Mia, and an aunt to the other children.

“That’s good, I haven’t seen them in awhile.” Trucy smiled.

“Thalassa, Apollo said you two need to head out. Feenie, we’ll leave once Mia gets here,” she said.

---

“Mystic Maya!” Pearl yelled, as she rushed towards her cousin and tackled her in a hug. “I’m so glad you're here, we’ve been waiting forever!”

“P-Pearl! Wha- Where am I? I was- I was… I went to sleep. Is this a dream or…” Maya trailed off and looked around. Behind Pearl stood all her friends.

Mia walked up to her next with open arms. “Welcome to heaven sis, come on. Everyone’s waiting.”

“Everyone?” She asked, as Pearl and Mia pulled her towards the group.

She was greeted by a chorus of hellos and good to see yous from all her friends. Gumshoe and Larry pulled her into a bone crushing hug, and she was only freed when Franiska threatened to whip them. She gave Maya a soft nod, and Miles gave her a handshake, while Phoenix pulled her into a nice hug. With a soft kiss to her lovers cheek, she finally went to her mom. 

“Hey mom, it’s been awhile,” she laughed softly, as tears filled her eyes. 

“Welcome home sweetheart.” She smiled, pulling Maya into a hug. When they pulled away, Maya whipped her tears.

“Boy, do I have some stories for you guys. First, we need to find some people.”