#In Chapter 2 we got a new arm after Mommy Long Legs takes ours.

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I love this running gag of Huggy Wuggy munching on a human arm ꉂ (˃̶᷄‧̫ॢ ˂̶᷅๑ )

It was referenced in the first Merch Drop video

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Another life part 2: 🤍 Gojo x Fem reader (isekai fic)

THIS STORY IDEA WAS TAKEN FROM @stsg-losers thank you for this amazing idea! 😊💕

⚠️MAJOR SPOILERS for Jujutsu kaisen ⚠️

(If you’re not caught up with the JJK manga avoid this story at all costs).

Please read all the parts of this story first you can find all the chapters Here.

~ Another life 🤍 ~

Scenario: After losing to Sukuna and after seeing all his friends in the “afterlife”. Gojo decides to go north and be reincarnated into a new world little did he know this new life would be everything he’s ever wanted.

⚠️WARNINGS ⚠️

Some sexual talk.

Some angst but allot of fluffy love 😭

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Gojo POV:

We were driving back from the elementary school when y/n turned down the music in the car.

“Oh, I forgot I need to stop by the grocery store, are you okay with staying in the car for a bit Toru or do you want me to bring you home first?”. “No, I want to go in with you and Miyoko”. “Oh okay! It shouldn’t be that long, I just need to pick up a few things”. “Mommy, Yuji, and Nobara are coming over, you might want to get extra snacks they stole my fruity gummies last time”. “- you’re right thank you for reminding me sweetie I’ll buy you more today”. We pull into the grocery store parking lot.

I watch as y/n gets Miyoko out of her car seat. “Be on your best behavior today you make sure to hold onto Daddy’s hand, and don’t run off like you usually do got it”. “I know mama, I won’t I promise”. Y/n sets Miyoko on the ground, She immediately runs up to me holding my hand.

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As we walk through the grocery store, I take a moment to appreciate how peaceful everything is. it’s kind of nice to not be constantly on edge, waiting for monsters and or people to come to attack you at any moment. Me and Miyoko walk along behind y/n who is currently walking a little ahead of us. I admire her watching her perfectly plump ass as she walks.

when a sharp pain in my head stops me in my tracks, I hold my head for a moment letting the feeling subside. “Daddy are you okay?”. I stand there for one more moment longer then I look over to Miyoko she looks up at me with worry, I smile at her. “Yeah, I’m fine don’t worry”. I look around for y/n just to see her talking to an older man in a business suit. He grabs y/n’s shoulder and looks her over in a way that’s a little less than friendly. I start to walk up to them when Miyoko tugs on my arm. “Daddy no, can we go somewhere else I don’t like Mr. Anderson, he’s creepy”. “What do you mean he’s creepy?”. “The way he looks at Mom I don’t like it, Mommy doesn’t like him either he always yells at her on the phone”. “Oh, really? Let’s go help your mom everything will be fine I’m right here I won’t let him get near you”.

We walk up to y/n and Mr. Anderson they seem to be bickering back and forth in English. “I’m not doing that, I already told you over the phone. Coming to Japan makes no difference Mike and how the hell did you find where I live”. “It wasn’t that hard y/n I just looked it up on the internet, and oh, look here it’s Mr. Satoru. Glad to see you're recovering so well from your accident. I heard it was pretty bad, and is that little Miyoko I see wow you’re getting so big”. Mike starts to come towards us Miyoko immediately hides behind my leg.

I immediately grab Mike by the shirt. “Thanks for your worry!”. I pull him towards me bringing him close so I can whisper into his ear. “leave my family alone, we are here to shop and you're causing a scene. Not only that you're pissing me off by staring at my wife”. “Tsk, you don’t scare me”. “Oh really? Well, I should now go”. I let Mike go pushing him away. I turn around picking up Miyoko bushing her white hair from her face. “Let’s keep going y/n and let’s get home”. “Y-yeah, you’re right let’s go”.

We finish up our shopping and head back to the car, I put Miyoko into her car seat for y/n. When Y/n walks up to me handing me a Sailor Moon coloring book. She whispers.” I found this while shopping, Miyoko loves Sailor Moon she’s going to freak out, I’ll let you do the honors in giving it to her”. Y/n walks back to put the groceries away. “Oh Miyoko, look what your mom found”. I hand her the coloring book. “OH MY GOSH THANK YOU”. She hugs the notebook swinging her feet. “I can’t wait to get home and color in it thank you”. I Pat her head then I close the door.

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We arrive back home, and I get out of the car and help Miyoko out of her car seat once again. I also go over to help y/n carry in groceries but she stops me. “g-gojo it’s fine you can go inside, you’re still injured, I can take care of this myself”. “ the both of you can head inside we got this”.

“kids, hey!”. “Hey, Mrs. Satoru”. Yuji and Nobara say at the same time

jinxing each other in the process.

“Hey, Mrs. Satoru! Mimiko and Nanako also walk up waving. “Oh, hey girls, Happy to see you two Does Geto know you’re here”. “Yeah, Dad knows”. “Big sisters!”. “Miyoko runs up to the two of them Nanako immediately picks her up smiling everyone heads inside.

As all of us head inside my head is starts to throb again. “Sorry, y/n but I’m going to go lay down again”. “Do you want me to bring you more pain medicine?”. “That would be great”. I walk back to our bedroom feeling existed. Damn, I’m not used to having an injury like this, in the other universe I’d be able to reverse it.

I lay there for a bit with my eyes closed until I hear y/n enter. She hands me a glass of water and some medicine. “Your vision isn’t blurry, is it?”. “No, it’s fine”. “Good!”. I take the glass and pills from her when She leans over casually kissing me on the side of the forehead. My eyes widen slightly, she immediately backs away. “O-oh no I’m sorry! I forgot you don’t remember me, that was just a force of habit. I hope I didn’t upset you”.

I lay down shaking my head. “it’s fine,

I wouldn’t be mad if you did it again”. I smirk at her. “I-if you’re sure..”. I nod yes. She leans over kissing me this time on the middle of my forehead. “you’re cute y/n”. She blushes standing upright. “Thank you, Toru I-I’ll let you know when dinner is ready”.

Y/N POV:

I walk back out towards the kitchen my face still slightly red, That man is going to be the death of me. I think to myself. when I look over at all the kids lying around the living room. “Hey, kids I’m making dinner if you need me I’ll be in the kitchen”. they all answer me back with various responses, as I head into the kitchen, shocked to see Geto already putting stuff away.

“Oh Geto, you don’t need to do that you’re a guest”. I walk up to him with a concerned look. “Please, y/n it’s fine I’m just helping out since I assume Satoru is resting”. “Yeah, he’s had a big day today”. Me and Geto put the rest of the groceries away keeping out the ingredients for tonight’s dinner.

“Okay, y/n what are we doing”. “I’m making homemade pizza! For dinner, I hope you and the girls are okay with that”. “The girls love pizza that Sounds good y/n”. “Fantastic! First off, I got to turn on this oven”. I turn on the oven quickly then I head off the sink washing my hands very well. “If you can grab the dough out of the refrigerator for me, it should be on the first shelve towards the back”. I grab a couple of pizza pans from out of the lower cupboard laying them out as Geto hands the homemade pizza dough.

I unwrap one Bach of the dough and I begin to shape it to the pan as I usually do. “so,

y/n what did you and Satoru talk about”.

“I caught him up on some things that have to do with the kids and some about my background, could you grab the pizza sauce, it's also on the first shelf”. Geto nods walking over to the refrigerator grabbing the bowl of pizza sauce he walks over to me laying the bowl on the counter. I pour some of the oregano into the sauce before I start spreading it into the pizza.

“Are you okay? Y/n”. I stop for a moment shocked by his question, but I continue spreading the sauce onto the pizza already placing the cheese.

“I’m fine, geto”. “You’ve been holding things together pretty well all things concerned y/n”. “I try…”. I set the plain cheese pizza aside repeating the steps but adding pepperoni to the top. “Toru, losing his memories is kinda hard of course.. but he has it harder than me, imagine waking up in a place you don’t recognize at all”. I make one more half cheese and pepperoni pizza. Geto puts all the pizzas into the often for me. “Y/n, it’s okay for you to talk about your frustrations as well I don’t mind listening”. “Well,… it’s not frustration, it’s more sadness. Knowing that the man I’ve been with for 5 years no longer remembers me or his children is a lot to take in. But at least he’s still here and alive…”.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you y/n, Do you think some of the people threatening you caused Satoru to get into the accident”. I nervously mess with my hair. “I don’t know maybe? The police asked me the same question, that thought scares me. especially after what happened today”. “What happened?”. “Anderson, my father's old business partner came up to me at the grocery store”. “What did he do?”.

“Nothing crazy, he just was arguing with me again about selling my father's company to some of the shareholders. I don’t care what he says I’m not selling my father’s company to those people, I’m still waiting on the right seller. -

the company isn’t struggling right now, I mean we are still doing the same as we always have with me at the command- ”.

“Mommy!”. I Watch as Megumi and Miyoko enter the kitchen hand in hand. “Can I get some fruit gummies please”. I bend down to Miyoko’s level. “You do realize dinner is going to be ready soon”. “I know, but I just want one bag please”. “Fine, but just one this is your reward for being so good at the grocery store”. I stand back up grabbing two packs of the fruit gummies I hand one to Miyoko and I hold one out to Megumi. “Mom I don’t need any-“. “I know you want some as well just take it”. Megumi sheepishly takes the bag and they head back to the living room.

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- a few weeks later-

Gojo POV:

A few weeks pass everything is still going great my recovery is going along smoothly and I’m sort of getting used to this relaxed life. So far I’m enjoying it.

The night was creeping in and everything had calmed down, all the guests had already gone home. Everyone had retired to their separate rooms and I was ready to relax, I get into my and y/n’s bed turning on the TV.

When the bathroom door in our bedroom swings open. I look over to see y/n in nothing but her underwear, holding one of our bathroom towels and running it through her beautiful hair. My eyes fixate on her entire body for a second before reality hits me and I look away out of respect. “Oh, you! You’re in here I’m sorry just ignore me. I forgot my pajamas in the dresser”. “I-it’s fine y/n”. I continue to look away but my curiosity gets stronger as I hear her shuffling through the dresser doors. I decided to have one more peek. I turn my head slightly just to see her back towards me, my eyes travel down to her ass I can feel myself getting hot after seeing that she was wearing a thong. “Toru, I need to talk to you”. “Y-yeah.., uh- what is it y/n”. “About that concert, you know the one that the kids are going to in a few days. Well, I’m still worried about it”. “Y/n I’m sure they’ll be okay I mean they’re all high schoolers aren’t they”. “No, you probably don’t remember, kenshi our biological son is only 13”. “Wait! That tall kid is only 13?!”. “Yeah, he’s 3 years younger than Megumi, I’m letting you know this because I’m worried about him I mean I’m worried about Megumi, Tsumiki, Yuji, and Nobara - well, all of them but they're all older, and Kenshi-“. I get up from the bed going over to y/n she turns around as cage her in using my arms. I smirk to myself slightly as she blushes. “He’s already done the work and so has Megumi, they earned the money and did a decent job. I know you’re nervous but it would be unfair to not let him go after they worked so hard”. Y/n still looks worried I sigh. “he’s going to be with his siblings I’m sure he’ll be fine. I was thinking since all the teens will be gone maybe we could find someone to watch Miyoko for a few hours”. She raises her eyebrow at me. “and why is that”. “ I figured Since I’ve lost my memories maybe they’d come back a bit faster,

if we were to spend some quality time together”. “Oh, really? Gojo? What kind of quality time?”. She looks up at me in a teasing way rubbing her hands up and down against my biceps. “Maybe we could watch a movie have some dinner and then -”. I put my lips to her ear. “I could rail you into that mattress”. “Oh you’d do that to a “stranger” huh?”. I start to kiss the side of her neck as her arms wrap around my waist.

Just then I hear a tiny knock on the door me and y/n pull apart immediately as Miyoko opens the door, carrying her blankly and stuffed cat in her arms. I also notice her eyes are red like she was crying. I go over to her picking her up immediately as y/n scrambles to find a nightgown.

“Are you okay Miyoko?”. “I had a scary dream.. she trembles hugging me tightly around my neck, as she starts to cry. I rub the back of her head. “What was it about”. “I don’t wanna talk about it”. She sobs harder.

I carry her over to the bed, sitting on the side of it still holding Miyoko. Y/n now dressed in her nightgown walks over to us. She sits beside me as she rubs Miyoko’s back. After a few moments, Miyoko finally sits back looking up at us her red eyes still running with tears and her nose dripping. Y/n grabs some tissues from our side table wiping Miyoko’s face softly. “Are you ready to talk about it?”. She nods yes. “I had a dream a man was outside my window”. Me and y/n look at each other for a moment as Miyoko continues to explain. “I was sleeping in my bed, and I thought I heard someone tapping on the outside of my window. I opened my eyes to see a figure I thought I was still dreaming or imagining it so I covered my head and tried to go back to sleep. I was too scared to move, so I stayed there for a few minutes until I finally got the courage to look out the window again, and there was nobody there”. Just then Megumi opens the door. “Hey is everything okay? Why is Miyoko crying?”. I hand Miyoko to y/n and I get up. “I’m going outside to check things, stay here with your mother if I’m not back in 10 minutes call the police”. Y/n tries to grab my arm pleading with me to stop, but I ignore her heading outside.

I open our front door locking it behind me as I quietly head outside. It is pretty dark, there are a few lights on the outside of the house but it looks like we need more. I move very quietly through the grass listening for any sound. I wish I had my six eyes right about now. I think to myself when I hear some shuffling in the bushes near Miyoko’s room. I get ready to attack when a black cat jumps from out of the bush, I’m shocked to see. One tiny kitten walks out from that same area. The mom and the kitten rub against my legs I check back behind The bush and around the area luckily I don’t find a human or any other cats. Well, at least it wasn’t a person.

I pick up the cats they’re pretty skinny and they seem used to people I wonder if they’re lost? I bring them inside. As I walk in the door a cold sweat breaks out on my neck,

I can feel y/n’s eyes burning into me oh man she’s pissed and I’m in trouble I can feel it.

I lock the front door, just to see y/n, Miyoko, and Megumi sitting on the couch. Y/n’s stare is making me nervous. “L-Luckily what you saw wasn’t a person Miyoko it was a black cat”. Miyoko runs over excitedly. “more kitties awe!”. “ you can look at them, but you can’t touch them yet. We don’t know what diseases they could be carrying we don’t want you or Kyo getting sick”. y/n walks over her arms crossed. She looks at the two cats reaching out and petting the black cat's head she sighs. “I’ll set up an area for them in the guest room until we can get them checked out by a vet”. y/n says in a stern voice waking away. Megumi gets up shrugging.

“Okay then, Goodnight dad, good luck on trying to get Mom to forgive you”. My eye twitches slightly. When Miyoko gets my attention tugging on the bottom of my shirt. “Daddy, I’m scared to sleep in my room by myself can I sleep by you and Mama”. “Let’s go ask your mom first”.

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Me, y/n and Miyoko get cozy in me and y/n’s shared bed we sit and watch the original Frozen. “You don’t have to worry about going to school tomorrow little one, it’s 2:09 am am you’ll be way too tired”. “Okay, mama”. I Watch as Miyoko falls asleep hugging y/n’s arm. I reach over and stroke Miyoko’s hair when me And y/n’s eyes meet she looks at me with the same scary look from earlier. I smile at her nervously. “Hey, y/n I’m sorry-“. “ you ever make me worry for your safety again, you. won’t have to worry about someone else trying to kill you, because I’ll do it myself”. She turns her attention back to the movie. “o-okay”. Women are so terrifying.

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Eclipse, Chapter 2 (Ethan X MC)

Description: Five years after the birth of their unexpected twins, Ethan and Olivia are expecting their third child. Even if they planned the pregnancy this time around, they learn that not everything goes as planned.

Rating: PG-13

Preview: Ethan’s hand brushed against her warm forehead. “You’re not nauseous from the pregnancy. Zoey and Jonah are both sick. They’re throwing up and have temperatures of 100 and 100.2.”

Olivia sighed. “I should’ve thought of that. The stomach bug is going through their school. They can sleep in here if they want to. You should sleep somewhere else so we don’t give you the plague.”

Ethan shook his head. “I haven’t had a stomach virus since I was ten.”

“Oh, yeah. You’re the Dr. Infallible Ramsey, immune to all human ailments. You have a golden immune system.”

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On Sunday afternoon, Ethan read a book on the couch while the kids played and Olivia was out for lunch with Sienna. He looked up when he heard footsteps and saw Jonah and Zoey walking into the living room, both wearing their little lab coats and carrying their toy doctor’s kit.

“Daddy, can you play with us?”

Ethan set his book aside and nodded. “Sure.”

“What are your symptoms, Daddy?” Zoey grabbed a stethoscope, one of Ethan’s old ones, and knelt next to him on the couch. She touched the stethoscope to his chest and listened.

Playing along, Ethan pressed his lips in thought. “I have a terrible headache. Can you take care of it?”

“Yep! Jonah, get the Band-Aids!”

Jonah grabbed a box of bandages from their bag. “Got em!”

Zoey dug a Cookie Monster Band-Aid out of the box and unwrapped it. She stuck it to Ethan’s forehead and nodded in approval. “Okay. We’re done with you.”

Ethan feigned a frown. “A Band-Aid for a headache? Don’t you think you should be more thorough?”

“It’s a Cookie Monster Band-Aid,” Zoey supplied, shaking her head as she put the package back in their bag.

Jonah wrote some numbers on a piece of construction paper. With a mischievous smile, he handed it to his father. “Here’s your bill! That’s gonna be two hundred eleven dollars and… eight cents.”

“Did you even try to bill my insurance?”

“We don’t do that here!”

Ethan arched a brow. “I think this clinic is corrupt. I come in with a severe headache and I don’t even get an MRI?”

“Nope,” Jonah responded, trying to contain a laugh.

“Hmm. Why should I pay this bill?”

Zoey shrugged. “Okay, then. If you don’t pay, you can’t keep the Band-Aid.” With a giggle, she peeled the bandage off his forehead and tossed it aside.

“I think I’d like to see your medical licenses.”

Jonah shook his head. “I lost mine!”

“And you’re still practicing?”

“I’m just the bill person now.” Jonah shrugged. “I get to be the doctor next.”

Zoey handed him another sheet of construction paper with her name scrawled on it. “See? It says Doctor Zoey Ramsey on it!”

“Hmm. I still think this is medical negligence.”

Both kids laughed. Jonah took the stethoscope from his sister and leaned against Ethan’s knee. “Alright, I’m the doctor now. Make up a new sickness.”

When the front door opened, the twins looked up and waved. “Hi, Mommy!”

“Hi there. What’s going on in here?”

Jonah held up their doctor’s kit. “Medical negligence!”

“You can’t have a fun Sunday afternoon without that.”

“How was your lunch?” Ethan asked as she sat down next to him.

“Good. The baby made me eat tacos. We’ll see if they make a reappearance later. So far, I’ve only violently puked three times this pregnancy.”

“Here you go!” Jonah opened the Band-Aid box and stuck a Big Bird one to her abdomen.

“Huh. I’m not sure if I’m supposed to be amused or offended at the Big Bird implication.” Olivia ran her hand over her stomach when she felt a soft kick.

“Is our sister kicking?” Jonah asked.

“Uh huh.” Olivia took each of their hands and guided them to her stomach. “Feel it?”

“Yeah!” Zoey’s brow pinched in concentration. “It tickles my hand.”

“You two kicked a lot, but you didn’t start it until a little later. I’m pretty sure you were trying to kick each other.”

They laughed and picked up their toys before they left to play in their playroom. Olivia rested her feet on the table and leaned against Ethan, making herself comfortable.

“How are you feeling?”

“Alright. For now I just want to focus on controlling what I can. Even if she has to have a major heart surgery, we don’t have all the answers yet. Worrying 24/7 won’t change that.”

Ethan slipped his arm around her. “We’ll find out more at your next appointment.”

She nodded and gave his hand a squeeze. “Aside from being treated by five-year-old doctors, how was your day?”

He chuckled. “Uneventful. They asked for chicken tonight.”

“I agree with that.”

That evening, she helped Ethan fix dinner. Even though the chicken and potatoes looked and smelled mouth-watering, Olivia could feel the beginnings of nausea and she ate lightly to avoid unsettling her stomach.

Some time after they’d gone to bed, she awoke with an uncomfortable churning in her stomach. She grimaced and curled up on her side, willing the feeling to pass.

It didn’t, and she lurched out of bed when bile rose in her throat. She made it to their bathroom just in time and dropped to her knees in front of the toilet. A gag escaped her as she emptied the contents of her stomach.

Awoken by the noise, Ethan joined her in the bathroom. He held her hair back and rubbed her back with his other hand.

Olivia groaned. “I think I jinxed myself. Morning sickness just struck at one in the morning.”

“It happened like that last time. It’s not common for morning sickness to start in the second trimester, but it’s not unheard of.”

“It should be.” Olivia cringed and wiped at her mouth. She brushed her teeth to get the bitter taste out, then yawned and sleepily made her way back to bed. “Can you get me some water?”

Ethan retrieved a bottle of water from the kitchen and took it to Olivia. “Here. Keep yourself hydrated.”

Olivia sipped slowly from the water and yawned. “I guess the baby decided she doesn’t like tacos. Or chicken and potatoes.”

In the hallway, a door swung open. Ethan heard footsteps darting into the hallway bathroom. He left their room to investigate and found Jonah hunched over the toilet, throwing up.

Uh oh.

Suspecting that they were in fact not dealing with morning sickness, Ethan followed his son into the bathroom. His expression softened when Jonah looked up with a sad frown. “Feeling bad?”

“Yeah…” Jonah made a face as he leaned over the toilet again. Ethan knelt next to him and pressed his hand to his forehead, finding it warm to the touch.

Zoey ran into the bathroom with her hands clasped over her mouth. Seeing her brother leaning over the toilet, she dropped to her knees and retched into the trash can. “Yuck…”

Ethan found the thermometer and checked their temperatures. They were elevated, but not badly, to his relief. “Let’s get back to bed.”

He picked them up and carried Jonah to his room first. He tucked him into bed and moved his trash can next to his bed in case he threw up again. “Here you go. I’m going to get your sister to bed, and then I’ll bring you something to drink.”

“Okay…”

Ethan repeated the process with Zoey and made sure both kids were settled before he returned to his bedroom.

Olivia emerged from the bathroom, her expression sour. “I thought I was empty, but apparently not.”

Ethan’s hand brushed against her warm forehead. “You’re not nauseous from the pregnancy. Zoey and Jonah are both sick. They’re throwing up and have temperatures of 100 and 100.2.”

Olivia sighed. “I should’ve thought of that. The stomach bug is going through their school. They can sleep in here if they want to. You should sleep somewhere else so we don’t give you the plague.”

Ethan shook his head. “I haven’t had a stomach virus since I was ten.”

“Oh, yeah. You’re the Dr. Infallible Ramsey, immune to all human ailments. You have a golden immune system.”

He shrugged. “Either way, I’ve already been exposed to all three of you. There’s not much point in isolating myself now.”

“Fair enough.”

Ethan left the room to check on the kids, finding them both awake and purely miserable. He carried them to their bedroom and set them down on the bed. They immediately ducked under the covers. When Ethan lay down, Zoey and Jonah snuggled in between their parents and closed their eyes.

“I think a king-sized bed was the right choice,” Olivia yawned, closing her eyes and pulling the covers up to her chin.

“Are we gonna have to take medicine?” At the thought, Zoey wrinkled her nose.

Ethan shook his head. “It wouldn’t help a stomach virus. All you can do is stay hydrated and try to rest as much as possible.”

“Okay. Are you gonna get sick, too?”

“No.”

“Daddy never gets sick,” Jonah reminded his sister.

Olivia snorted. “We’ll see if that theory is true in a few hours.”

By four in the morning, they had a pile of vomit-soiled clothes and sheets. Eventually, after a few hours and cups of ginger ale,  they drifted off to sleep and slept through the early morning hours without waking up to throw up.

Despite the long night, Ethan’s internal alarm woke him moments before sunlight spilled through the window blinds. He stifled a yawn and gently untangled himself from Jonah’s arm thrown across his chest and Zoey’s leg draped across his stomach.

He gathered the pajamas and bedding and started the washing machine, then emptied all of the trash cans and put clean bags in them in case they had a round two of last night’s occurrences.

An hour later, Olivia yawned as she joined him in the living room. “Did you call in?”

“Mm hmm. For both of us, and I called the school.”

“I’m lucky to have someone who’s programmed to run off of two minutes of sleep. I refuse to wake up before the sun when I have a day off.”

“Habit. I try, but my brain isn’t wired to sleep in on days I’m used to going to work.”

Olivia nodded as she opened the fridge and poured a small glass of ginger ale. She took a tentative sip, drinking it slowly in case her stomach decided to expel that, too. “The kids are still out cold. None of us have thrown up for over three hours.”

“The worst of it is probably over.”

“Well, we did have a doctor who made a night-long house call,” she chuckled. “Even if it meant letting three contagious people sleep in his bed all night.”

Ethan laughed quietly. “Sounds like a good doctor.”

Zoey and Jonah shuffled into the kitchen, both yawning and wearing Ethan’s old tee shirts from Hopkins. They climbed into their seats at the table. Ethan didn’t want them to risk unsettling their stomachs again, so he gave them each a cup of Pedialyte and some toast to try.

He poured himself a cup of coffee and raised the mug to his lips. When the scent of freshly brewed coffee hit his senses, he paused. Normally the smell was inviting in the morning, but today it made him blanch.

Olivia gave him a curious glance. “You look like I did last night.”

“I think I feel that way, too.”  Cringing, he set the mug down and poured a glass of ginger ale instead. He took a few sips, only to set it down moments later. Olivia followed him when he left the room and found him throwing up in their bathroom.

“I’d say I told you so, but I know that would be a little harsh right now,” she teased gently, laying her hand on his back.

Ethan winced in disgust and took a swig of mouthwash to get rid of the taste. “I suppose my ego had me convinced I wouldn’t get sick. I stand corrected.”

She squeezed his shoulder. “Well, I’m feeling better than I did last night, so I think I can manage Zoey and Jonah for now. They’ll probably just nap most of the day.”

“If you’re sure.”

“I am.” Taking over, Olivia gripped his shoulders and steered him toward the bed. She urged him to lie down and pulled the covers over him. “Let me get the kids settled in and I’ll be right back.”

“Alright.”

She made her way to their bedroom door and paused, glancing back at him with an accusatory frown. “Oh, and by the way…. I told you so.”

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[pterodactylterrace]

Guys Like You Chapter 11

Title: Guys Like You

Chapter:  Chapter 11

Chapter Summary:  I’ll be sure to mark this date down.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Who would have guessed, I wrote another porn. So that, and tooth rotting fluff because I’m a soft slut.

{Prologue} {Chapter 1} {Chapter 2} {Chapter 3} {Chapter 4} {Chapter 5} {Chapter 6} {Chapter 7} {Chapter 8} {Chapter 9} {Chapter 10}

Henry really had thought of everything when he decided to 'redecorate' his home. Briar was in love with her Paw Patrol bedding and wasted no time in naming all the stuffed animals that now lined the shelf. She fawned over all of the new bedtime story books he had bought and stored in the night stand, quickly picking out her favorites, despite never having been read most of them. She squealed in delight when he turned on the fancy nightlight that projected different images onto the ceiling. He even got a couple spare changes of clothes for the girl.

While Faye loved the idea of him fumbling through the baby girl section, trying to figure out what size Briar wore, Henry confessed to ordering most everything online. He cited COVID as his reason for not going in person, but Faye had a feeling it was because he had no idea what he was doing in the girl's section. He only had two nieces, after all. He was just used to buying for boys instead. His nieces tended to have very specific wants. His brothers or his sisters-in-law told him what they wanted, and he supplied it.

That being said, he did a very good job preparing for a little girl. Faye found herself spending most of her time at his house after the first week. Henry only had a bag of dog food, a couple bowls for Kal and a dog bed at her house. He claimed it was all he needed to be comfortable, but Faye knew otherwise.

On the days they had stayed at his house, Briar almost never let him out of her sight. She loomed across the kitchen when he would try to cook. She stared at him while he read. She lurked while he played video games. Finally Henry invited her to watch him, the little girl all too happy to perch herself on his knee, happily cheering him on despite not knowing what was going on in the game. The few nights they spent back at their own home, Briar demanded to call Henry every night so he knew she was behaving for Mommy.

Henry was even thoughtful enough to clear out a drawer in his bathroom for Faye. She'd lived with a man before, and she always had to fight for her own drawer in the bathroom. She wasn't even asking much. She had a relatively small make up back considering her profession. She only wanted a place to store that, and her feminine necessities. Henry already had those in the drawer for when she needed them. All she had left to do was chuck her spare make up bag, a few hair ties and a brush into her drawer, and she was good to go.

Not to mention, the man had a trash can already in his bathroom. One that he knew existed. Even her father would regularly forget about the trash can in the bathroom growing up. Every Tuesday, he would go through the house and empty each of the smaller bins so he could take all the trash out to the side of the road for trash pick up day. Every Wednesday, her mother would ask him if he got all the trash cans. Every time he would assure that he emptied all of them. Then she would ask about the bathroom and he would stare at her blankly before finally mumbling a small 'oh'.

Finally, Faye reached a point where she couldn't hold it in anymore; her heart was about to explode if she didn't let it out. Henry had just put Briar and Kal off to bed when he found her, a crying mess on the couch. Naturally, his first instinct was to panic. Was she hurt? Did he forget something important? Was it their anniversary? Did they even have one? They've only been involved for a few months, right? Was he ignoring her? Did she feel like he was pushing her aside again? Ultimately, he took his brother's sage like advice that had been freely given at each of his other's brother's weddings.

"Faye, while I don't know exactly what I did wrong, I can see that you are upset, and I am sorry."

"For what?" She sniffled, popping her head up from her knees all to quickly.

"I don't know." Henry admitted, cautiously sitting next to her.

"Henry, I'm not upset. I'm the happiest I've been in a long time." Faye explained, only furthering Henry's confusion.

"Then why are you crying?" He asked slowly, growing more and more uncomfortable by the second. He knew females could be complicated, but how could you be happy and crying at the same time? Those were two opposite emotions, weren't they?

"I'm just really happy." Faye wiped at her eyes, scooting closer to Henry to lean against him.

"That doesn't explain why you are crying..."

"Haven't you ever been so happy you cried?"

"I've been so happy it's brought a tear to my eye, yes. Never full out sobbing like something horrible just happened. I thought I forgot an anniversary or something!"

"We don't have one." Faye pointed out, as Henry wrapped his arm around her shoulder to pull her closer.

"I'm sure we do."

"We never officially agreed to be exclusive or anything."

"Have you been doing things I should be aware of?" Henry asked, raising a brow as he looked down at her.

"No. Have you?"

"Of course not. I was under the impression we've been a thing for a while now. Unlike some people."

"You never said anything! You can't just decide we're a thing without telling me!"

"Well do you want this to be a thing?"

"Well, I wouldn't mind it..."

"Then let's just retro date it. What was a significant even between us? Me meeting Briar?"

"No, we just flirted a lot back then."

"True."

"When you asked me to spend more time here?"

"That's way too recent. We've definitely been involved longer than that. What about that night on the couch? When you started dry humping me during the movie?"

"That was a fun night." Faye sighed wistfully.

"Certainly sticks out to me." Henry agreed.

"Deal. We'll figure out what day that was and that can be our anniversary."

"I need to put it in my phone. If I forget I get the feeling I won't ever hear the end of it."

"Do you even know when my birthday is?" Faye asked suddenly, twisting in his embrace to look up at him."

"That would be another good date to put in my calendar."

"What about Briar's birthday?"

"Ok, that one I know! You invited me over to help make her a cake. And then Briar led me into your room right after you'd finished showering. God, that ass..."

"Focus, Romeo!" Faye giggled, playfully swatting at his shoulder.

"Ugh, not Romeo. Choose a different story, I don't want us to end up dead over a misunderstanding."

"Uhh... I'm drawing a blank. You go first."

"You started it, you go first."

"You know, it's getting kinda late, I should go shower before I get too tired." Faye excused herself, slipping from his grip and scurrying out of his reach before he could snatch her up again.

"You, Miss Warren, are a tease." Henry pouted, flopping himself against the back of the couch.

"I am no such thing." Faye gasped, slowly peeling her shirt up over her head. She let it fall silently to the floor, annoyed when her actions went unnoticed. She was in no mood to be ignored.

This time, she reached behind herself, unhooking her bra and slinging it at him, the supportive garment landing directly on his face. It took Henry a second to realize what was going on, picking it up and straightening it out, his mind quickly connecting the dots once he realized what it was. He was on his feet in an instant, growling as he chased his laughing prey down the hall.

He snatched her up around her waist just before she could reach the door, playfully biting at the junction of her neck. "Got you, you little minx." He growled, pressing a kiss to the mark he had left.

"Well that means you get to lay claim to me." Faye giggled, reaching back to cup the back of his neck, pulling his head down for an awkwardly angled kiss.

"Bedroom." Henry muttered against her lips, blindly reaching for the knob and pushing the door open. He set Faye down, swatting at her ass as she slipped by, eagerly following and locking the door behind themselves. By the time he had yanked his shirt off, Faye had already pushed her sweats and panties down, crawling up the bed and giving him a view he never wanted to forget, her glistening peach peeking out from between her thighs, her ass swaying delightfully as she moved.

"Condom?" Faye asked, settling herself down in the middle of the bed, propped up on her elbows.

"Side table." Henry responded, nodding to the table on his side of the bed as he got to work shedding the rest of his clothing. "They better fucking be in date." He added after a second of thought.

"How long have you had them?" Faye snorted, digging through the drawer until she came up with the foil packet.

"Not a clue. They haven't been seeing much use in the last year or so."

"COVID?"

"Fucking COVID." Henry grumbled, crawling onto the edge of the bed, his eyes slowly drinking her in.  He grabbed her by the ankle, reverently uncrossing her legs, his strong hands kneading into the arch of her foot as he laid gentle kisses along the ink decorating the top of it. "What's this called?" He asked, his fingers brushing across the design.

"Mandala." Faye explained, Henry nodding and pressing a gentle kiss to it and slowly sliding his hands up, crossing over to her other leg to trace his fingers over the owl.

"This is an owl." He stated definitively, pressing another kiss to her artwork. He then slid up more, nudging her arm out of his way to look more closely at the mermaid he had found before, letting his fingers trace over it, causing Faye to giggle and squirm. "And here is a ticklish little mermaid." He teased, kissing across her torso, just beneath her bare breasts, craning his neck and smiling proudly "Ah ha! I thought I saw something over there." He mumbled proudly, pressing a kiss to the small butterfly on that side of her ribcage, eliciting another giggle from the woman trapped below him. "A ticklish little butterfly! Any others around here?" He asked, pressing kisses back across her torso, wrapping his lips around a nipple when she shook her head.

His tongue flicked against the rapidly hardening bud, grabbing onto her arms and pinning them down when she began to squirm more beneath him.

"Now then, I know about this one." He continued, lifting her right hand to kiss at the leaves and vines wrapping around her wrist and thumb. "And you showed me this one." He pressed an almost reverent kiss to the inside of her forearm, gently moving her arms up over her head. "Now, I can think of one more..." He mumbled, sliding a hand beneath Faye's hip and flipping her over onto her stomach all too easily, managing to keep her trapped beneath him the entire time. "And that's back here." His fingers traced along the black and white depiction of a tree, winding along her spine, its branches reaching up to her shoulders.

"Any others I should know about?" He asked, sliding his hand beneath Faye's hips, trailing lower to slide his fingers through the slick heat gathering between her thighs.

"That's all." Faye moaned, grinding down into his probing fingers.

"You do have quite a few, Miss Warren." Henry finally conceded, his hand sliding back just far enough to roll her back onto her back. "But I would consider this a work of art as well." He purred, diving in to kiss and suck at her slick folds shamelessly.

"Oh shit." Faye panted, her back arching at the sudden stimulation. "Fuck, Henry. I want you now."

"Patience, Miss Warren. I'm going to need you nice and relaxed before you try and take me."

"Damnit, Henry!" Faye growled, using her legs to pull his face even closer to her core, effectively silencing him with her pussy for the time being. "I can sink the Titanic with how fucking wet I am. Now."

"So bossy." Henry tutted, using the leverage he had against her to push her knees almost to her chest, eagerly diving back in, licking, sucking and kissing like a starving man at a feast.

"Fuuuuck." Faye groaned, gripping the sheets with one hand, the other trying to grip the hair on the back of his head, only to be met with fuzz. "Damnit all!" She hissed, cupping the back of his head instead to pull him closer. Henry was all to happy to comply with her demands, even slipping two fingers inside her dripping entrance, curling them in search of the sensitive spot he knew was there, grinning triumphantly when she started squirming harder. One part of her wanted to go up into his teasing mouth. The other wanted to go down onto his wandering fingers.

Henry finally took mercy on her, latching onto her bundle of nerves and sucking hard, his tongue flicking over it as his fingers tapped out a rhythm inside of her, easily sending her toppling over the edge, leaving her a panting mess below him.

"I think you're relaxed enough now." He taunted playfully, gently moving to let her lay flat on the bed.

"I want dick." Faye panted, glaring up at him as he attempted to innocently open the condom, shooting what she assumed was meant to be a wink her way.

"What a coincidence, I just so happen to have one right here, wrapped and ready to go."

"Shut up and fuck me." Faye groaned, rolling her eyes at his antics. Of course, he would manage to still be a dork in the middle of having sex.

"Would you like to stay on your back, or do you want to try something else?"

"I don't have the energy to bounce around on your cock right now."

"Alrighty then." He half laughed, nudging her knees apart to make room for himself, caging her in below his body once again. "This might sting a bit." He advised, gripping himself by the base, sliding the head of his cock between her swollen petals. He slowly pressed inside, rocking his way in until the tip of his cock was pressed firmly against her cervix.

"Are you alright?" Henry asked, wincing when her nails dug even harder into his shoulders.

"Yeah." Faye forced out, trying to slow her breathing. "I'm actively being split in half, but yeah."

"I'm sorry." Henry murmured softly, peppering her face with kisses as he began to roll his hips. Not full on thrusting, no. He saved that for when she started to squirm beneath him, trying to get him to press against all the right spots inside her. Then and only then did he rise up onto his knees, holding her up by her hips to pound into her, her nails now scratching at the sheets.

"Fuck, right there!" Faye gasped, her back arching when he brushed against a particularly sensitive area. "Fuck, don't stop, don't stop!" Henry's head fell back at her pleading, loving how she kept begging for more, her pleas devolving until only his name, 'please' and 'more' fell from her lips.

"Come on, cum all over my cock. Let me watch you come undone." Henry encouraged, slamming into her harder until he felt her walls clenching around him, her head thrown back as she begged him to keep going. Henry didn't last long past her orgasm, finishing himself only a few thrusts later.

"We did it." Faye panted as Henry slowly withdrew, careful to tie the condom off and toss it into the bathroom trashcan.

"Did what?" Henry inquired as he crawled back into bed, letting Faye curl into his side and pulling the blanket over both of them.

"We finally had sex."

"I shall be sure to also mark this date on my calendar."

"Dork."

"Yes, but I'm your dork."

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[drazzilder]

A Hellish Encounter

By Drazzilder 

Chapter 29: Being a Demon

It is the first day back as a hero after the demon fight. You had to get your hero costume adjusted for your new size and tail, which was interesting explaining to the tailor. You are working by yourself today as Enji is taking another part of the city. You don’t mind because you have Zaheer with you. It is the first time he is doing hero work as himself. His hero costume has gained a matching vest but is the same as the demon fight. Some of the people are scared but it does help as a deterrent for criminals. No one wants to dare mess with a 9 foot plus tall demon. Because of that, the morning has been really boring. The most you did was help an old lady walk across the street.

The clock rings noon as you’re about to go on a break. Zaheer has learned to love human food and he was getting hungry. As you turn the corner to your favorite curry shop, you notice a small girl crying on the sidewalk. You look all around and everyone seems to be ignoring her so you approach.

“Hi, I’m Hellboy, what’s your name?”

“Chiyoko…..”

“Nice you meet you Chiyoko. What are you doing on the sidewalk?”

“I was with my mommy and she told me to stay right here but I walked away after I saw a dog. I don’t know where she is.” She starts crying again.

“Hey, don’t cry. I’m a hero. I can help find your mom. Here, take my hand.”

She grabs your hand then she looks up in fear at the sight of what’s behind you. She screams “Monster!” as she tries to hide behind you.

“Oh, that’s Zaheer. He’s my friend, don’t worry about him.”

“Your friend?”

“Friend is a good word to describe our relationship. It’s nice to meet you Chiyoko. I’m sorry to meet you under these circumstances. Is there anything you can tell us to help us find your mom?”

“I can try….my mom has long hair, she’s tall, she has a pink jacket on.”

“Ok, anything else? What about where you were last?”

“I don’t remember, I’m sorry” she says as she clenches her jacket with her free hand.

“That’s ok. I have an idea. What about if we put you on Zaheer’s shoulder. That way you’re easy to see when you mom comes looking. What do you think?”

“I don’t know, he’s kinda scary.” She says looking down.

“You have nothing to worry about, I’ve known him for almost 30 years and he wouldn’t hurt a fly. How about this; let’s try putting you up there, if you get scared, I’ll get you down, ok? If you stay up there, I’ll give you some candy.”

“Why do you have candy?”

“For days like this. Now get down here.” Zaheer kneels down and you gently grab the girl under her arms. There is plenty of room for her on his shoulder. After she gets situated, Zaheer slowly stands up so she doesn’t get scared.

“How are you doing?” You say looking up at her.

“I’m…I’m ok.”

“Are you scared?”

“No.”

“Good. Now let’s see if we can find your mom.”

“I think we should walk slowly and ask the agency if there are reports of missing kids. That way if the mom is close, she can easily find us.”

You three begin to walk slowly along the street trying to find Chiyoko’s mother. It took some time but Chiyoko did get used to being on Zaheer’s shoulder and eventually was having fun while kicking her feet. Zaheer didn’t mind, he just smiled and let her do her thing. You were busy asking person after person if they knew the girl or anything about her mom. Even the agency came up dry with information. It was about an hour when Zaheer’s stomach started growling. You stopped by a combini and got some steamed buns for all of you. She happily enjoyed her food while Zaheer wished there was more but he understood.

Your phone rings “Hellboy here.”

“Hellboy, I heard your looking for a girl’s mother.”

“Hi Endeavor, I still haven’t found her mom. We looked for almost 2 hours and nothing. We really haven’t moved more than 2 blocks from where we found her. Any suggestions?”

“Try talking to a news channel. They can broadcast information about the girl.”

“I’m worried that someone who isn’t her mom would take her.”

“Can’t Zaheer identify her mom?”

“Kinda, but if it is a close relative, it’s hard to tell the difference. It’s weird.”

“Just try it, you’re getting nowhere right now. Have a good rest of your day.”

“Bye, love you.” *click*

You take Endeavor’s advice and find an anchorwoman who is reporting what seems to be a grand opening of a shop. As you approach, she was more than happy to turn the camera to you.

“Mr. Hellboy, would you be willing to answer a few questions?”

“Not today, I’m on a mission. This little girl is lost and we can’t find her mother. Her name is Chiyoko and she has been lost about 2 hours. Could you broadcast that out?” You say this as Zaheer takes her off his shoulder and she sits in his hands at waist level.

“This is a live broadcast so your message is already out. Did you want to stay nearby to make more announcements?”

“I’ll stay a while, just till the mom is found.”

Soon a small crowd starts forming around you and Zaheer. The girl is now sitting in his mane and grabbing his horns for support. She was having lots of fun getting attention from people while you were busy asking people questions about her. People began asking Zaheer questions, mainly about him being a demon and what it’s like. This only lasts for a little while when you start hearing a woman’s voice from the distance.

M: “Chiyoko?”

C: “Mommy!”

Z: “Is that your mom?”

C: “Yes! Please let me down.”

(Y/N): “That’s a relief. Come on, let her down Zaheer.” You say as Zaheer lowers himself so you can grab her.

M: “Chiyoko what are you doing? Get away from him.”

C: “Don’t worry mom, he’s a friend. He kept me safe.”

M: “That’s a demon, I don’t want you near him.” As she grabs her child, she gets angrier. “Get away from her, I don’t want you touching her.”

(Y/N): “What’s the problem?”

M: “That demon of yours, I don’t want him anyone near me or my kid. And Chiyoko don’t you ever go near strangers.” She raises her hand to slap the girl across the face but a giant red hand blocks her.

Z: “I may be a demon, but I never would hurt a child. Don’t you dare lay a hand on her.”

M: “How dare you!”

Z: “How dare I?”

M: “Don’t you dare touch me, you evil creature!”

Z: “I help your child and this is how you thank a hero?  How dare you hurt a child for a mistake.” He says as he glares down at her.

M: “You’re no hero. You are demon and that’s all you will ever be.” She says as she starts to walk away with a tight grip on her daughter arm.

Zaheer’s eyes start to glow with anger. “Zaheer, that’s enough! Let’s go.”

You both leave and go get your late lunch break. Getting into the door is always a challenge for Zaheer but he manages. The place was able to accommodate his size when he sat. After your food is almost finished, you can’t help but notice that Zaheer hasn’t eaten much of his.

“Zaheer, don’t worry about that woman.”

“It’s not just her. I worry about what everyone thinks for me.”

“Oh… Well, I think your great and the whole family thinks your great. Isn’t that enough?”

“I guess, but it still hurts when someone gets angry at something you can’t control. I’m a demon yes but I am not evil.”

“Just give people some time. If they get to see what you’re really like, maybe they will change their mind.”

“It did work on you.”

“Exactly.”

After your break, you needed to report back to the agency. There you find an angry Endeavor.

“You need to control your emotions, Zaheer!” He said in a cross manner.

“Really, I’m just going to stand there and let her hit the child in front of everyone?”

“I saw that on the news and what she was going to do is shameful but it is not your responsibility. You found the mother and reunited her with the girl. Did you think that she could maybe accuse you of hurting her when you went to stop her?”

“I didn’t think of that but what I did was right.”

“(Y/N) can you explain this better?” As he takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes with one hand.

“Why do I have to be the middle man? I believe both of you are right but there is nothing we can do about it now.”

“Can you just not do it again.” Enji says with his arms crossed and disappointment in his voice.

“Very well.”

“You both did a good job today otherwise. I’m sorry but I just need to lay down the law. You know they are not all my rules.”

“I know, but it still doesn’t make it any less annoying.”

Coming up to Zaheer. “I know you’re doing your best. How about we get you something on the way home. I can hear your stomach growling from my desk.”

“Sorry.”

“That’s why I’m always hungry, Enji. He is always hungry.”

You all relax a little and finish up at the agency. Zaheer goes back inside of you for a while to cool off. He doesn’t like office work anyway. Once you get home Zaheer comes back out and is much better but you sense he still worried. Seeing him in his novelty tee shirt and shorts sitting in the floor cross legged gives you an idea. Yes, he has red skin, clawed hands and feet, horns, tusks and a tail but he looks normal being there. While he is busy with the children and Enji at home, having fun and doing “human” things, you record a video of him. It’s not much, just a few clips of him doing what he normally does at home. At night you put it to use.

“What’s this?” Zaheer says squinting.

���It’s you, just being you.” You say holding your phone as the video plays.

“Why are you showing me this?”

“An evil demon wouldn’t be playing video games with children or learning how to cook. Even watching TV would be beneath them.”

“I did break the controller.”

“That’s because it’s too small for you. And don’t worry about it, we can buy another. Just look at you sitting on the floor having fun with the children. I can’t think of any demon doing that.”

“So, your showing me this to say that I’m not a demon?”

“You are a ‘demon’ in a physical form but I have been with you long enough to know that your anything but evil.”

“I did try to take over your body at one point.”

“And you apologized and I forgave you.”

“This does make me feel better. I wish other people could see this but I understand why they can’t. Can you keep it if I ever feel like this again?”

“I was planning on it.”

Zaheer then goes back into you for the night as Enji walks in. “I heard everything you know.”

“That’s fine, you know he wasn’t the happiest about it.”

“You really do care for him.”

“Well, he is a part of me and the only reason I ever met you.”

“I know, I’m sorry I’m so hard on you two but I want you both to be the best you can be.”

“We will always do our best; we might not be perfect but we will try. Just give him some time to adjust. He hasn’t been outside of me for almost three decades.”

“You know I worry about him too.”

“Believe me, I know. Just like how I worry about you.”

“You worry about the number 2 hero?” He says while getting closer to you, eyes half closed.

“Yea, I worry he might not save me from this aching pain in my pants.”

“Don’t worry citizen, I’ll save you.” He says as he pulls you to his chest. You both start making out to begin a night of fun.  

Next Chapter

[o-wise-corvid]

Chapter 2! Okay so I know how I’m just WALLOWING in the feels at this point but action is on the way. Cody’s Kids are gonna kick some butt in Chapter 3!! So endure the feels and look forward to Butt-kickin’ Babies soon. Oh and if you wanna be tagged, holler.

Warnings: night terrors/ survivor’s guilt/ PTSD/ anxiety/ mentions of parental death/ regrets about Order 66

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Chapter Two: Of Nightmares

Eight months later...

“Buir.”

Cody opened one eye.

Rex was crouched down in front of him, his eyes seeming to slightly glow in the ambient light from the hallway. The boy gave his shoulder another rousing shake.

“What is it?” Cody asked, sleep thick in his throat and muscles as he raised up on elbow. He didn’t mind the kids coming to him, at any time, but just now, he’d been sleeping so uneventfully.

“Kali’s having a night terror.”

Cody was on his feet, pulling on the sade cloth robe Shriek had given him for Life Day, like a jolt of electricity had passed through him.

The others were at various positions around the larger group bedroom when he entered quietly. Soren was sitting beside Shriek, letting the smaller boy hold him around the waist. Gaia was sat on the floor beside the two of them, hands wrapped around one of Shriek’s dangling feet. Something about that kind of contact comforted the boy unlike anything else.

From her bunk, Kali gave a whimper and then, behind closed lips, her voice shot up into a high wail of terror and pain. Her skinny shoulders shook with muffled sobs, thick tears streaming down her face as her long fingers twisted her blanket and pillow into her fists. There was only one thing that could be done; someone would have to wake her.

He hated to pull Gaia away from the boy but Cody couldn’t protect himself the way she could if Kali had another episode. The situation with Kali and Shriek had been deceptive when they’d first arrived and everyone had thought that the boy was a weapon, an aberration in the Force that the Empire sought to twist to their purpose. And he was, but not in the way they’d all first assumed. Kali was the real danger between the two.

“Gaia.”

She sighed and rocked up onto her knees, hair hanging free around her face. “Don’t touch her before we’re ready,” she reminded him in a firm voice. Cody nodded as Gaia knee-walked her way across and then pulled him down by his wrists. “Slowly,” she warned. This wasn’t a new experience for either of them; Kali slipped into the terrors almost monthly but it was never any less traumatic. She could be woke without destroying the room but doing so would take care.

Gaia’s brows knit in concentration, a sensation filling the air in the room much like that before a lightning strike. Behind her, Soren and Shriek breathed in deeply and then out again, syncing up with the controlled rise and fall of Gaia’s chest. Rex, on Cody’s other side, placed a warding hand between Cody’s shoulders.

“Now,” he mouthed, eyes unfocused.

Cody reached for Kali’s hands, knowing if he didn’t act quickly, the kids might not be able to keep up their shields around him. He didn’t want a repeat of his first meeting with the young girl; phantom darts of that pain in his head still assailed him when he was overtired. Kali flinched at his touch, curling in on herself like she’d been kicked.

“Kali, girl,” Cody coaxed quietly. “Come on, little one. It’s us. We’re all here with you. It’s okay.”

“They’ve got Mommy.” Cody almost jumped at Rex’s voice, but this was part of the routine. Rex called it “venting the pressure”. The boy was staring somewhere across the room, eyes rolling back in his head disturbingly. His voice sounded... dead. “They’ve... got...”

“Daddy’s on the floor.” Soren gripped his own skull and rocked a little, wincing as the pain Cody knew all too well threatened to split it open. “He’s not getting up.”

“Kali, come on, baby. Wake up for me. Come on.” Cody scooped his arms around the little Twi’Lek, feeling her fight and kick at his touch. “Come on. It’s over.”

He felt her wake up rather than saw it. She gave a hard jerk in his arms as if she’d been thrown back into her body. The little girl started to push him away, but froze, sweeping her large yellow-green eyes over all the faces looking at her. Rex swayed, catching himself on the edge of Kali’s bunk. Soren heaved a groaning sigh of exhaustion, slumping against Shriek. The little boy, strong little man, braced the older Zabrak and patted his shoulder.

Kali made a relieved but wounded noise, hiding her face in her hands as she broke down and sobbed. Cody thought his chest might cave in as he pulled her close, the others clustering around, murmuring softly to each other. Rex and Soren clasped arms behind him, both looking shaken but the worst was over. This was one of the worst of Kali’s episodes and the entire group looked absolutely drained.

“I’m so tired,” Kali shuddered. “I don’t want to hurt anybody.”

Cody could feel her tears dropping onto his neck. “Baby, it’s not your fault,” he tried, not knowing what else to say.

Little, trembling fingers touched his temple. “You still hurt.”

Cody pulled back and caught her hand. “It’s not your fault,” he repeated, more firmly this time.

Kali’s eyes darted around to the others. “I’m so sorry!” she wailed.

“Kali, no!” Soren admonished sweetly, patting her on the head.

“Come on, Kali. It could be any of us. We all have nightmares.” Rex spoke gently, the tone sounding so very like his namesake.

“You thought you were protecting me. Remember?” Shriek slid his hand into Kali’s and gave it a squeeze.

“That’s what we do here.” Gaia braced herself on Cody’s shoulder, reaching down to wipe Kali’s cheeks dry. “We protect each other.”

Everyone smiled, looking around at the other tired but bright faces. This was their family, Cody thought with a little laugh.

“Okay, kids... let’s see if we can get a little more rest.”

Rex and Soren gave Cody a double, unbalancing hug from behind, Shriek kissed him on the cheek, and Gaia gave his arm a reassuring squeeze before she scooped up Shriek under the arms, tickling him until his buoyant giggles died away to soft murmurs of goodnight and sleep well.

“Can I come with you?” Kali whispered, hooking her hands around his neck.

Cody chuckled. “Sure.”

It wasn’t until he was crawling back into his own bed that Cody realized he had other company. It took some organization but somehow all six of them fit into the bed, all the legs and arms accounted for. Kali was tucked right into Cody’s chest, one of her arms curving around his side where Soren was holding her hand.

“Can... can I call you Papa?” she whispered. “Like Gaia does?”

“Absolutely, ad’ika,” Cody muttered, smiling despite the weariness that was refusing to let him care that Rex’s knee was pressing hard into the back of his neck.

“Okay. Papa,” she said, still sounding teary, but content.

Cody woke a few hours later with thick hair that couldn’t possibly be his own flopped over his face, and several sets of arms wrapped tight around his waist, arms and even one of his legs.

“G... Gaia.” He gingerly reached up and followed the hair covering his face until he found the head it was connected to and tapped it gently. “Gaia. Can you... help?”

Gaia made a sleepy noise, and then laughed quietly. He felt invisible hands gently unfold the skinny arms and small hands that seemed to have strapped him to the bed, followed by soft murmurs of the kids readjusting themselves to new sleeping positions.

She followed him into the kitchen, feet popping as she moved. “We’re going to do the simulation again today.” Gaia almost never questioned him about training ops anymore; she was so on top of everything herself that he had let her take over prepping for for the others.

Cody sighed, feeling the press of worry pull his shoulders down. “Yes.” He turned to her, hoping the concern on her face wasn’t for herself.

“You can’t interfere the way you did last time.”

He snorted. “Rend deserved more than what I gave him.”

She grinned, shaking her head. “I still can’t believe you tripped him into the garbage compactor.”

They both laughed. “Are you nervous about it?” he asked, looping an around around her shoulders. She had put on muscle, which filled Cody with both pride and a sense of loss. She was quickly abandoning the little girl who’d asked to call him “Papa” first and was starting to take on the mantle of adulthood.

“Not for us,” Gaia said with a wicked grin too much like something Obi-Wan might’ve worn, but it quickly fell. “I get nervous you won’t be able to hold back if something goes wrong. You have to let it go wrong.”

Cody curled the arm he had around Gaia’s shoulders inward and held her close. She leaned her head on his shoulder and squeezed his middle. “I am the least of your worries, little one.”

“Right.”

He had to laugh. “Force, child. My brothers would be cheering the mouth on you.”

She chuckled and then sighed. “I wish I’d known them.”

Cody swallowed, suddenly feeling as if his heart was swelling up into his throat. “So do I.” He angled his head so he could look at her. “They’d have loved you. All of you.”

“Rex?”

“Especially Rex.”

“We’ll get our lightsabers after this, won’t we?”

He nodded mutely.

“Will that... bother you?”

Cody leaned back again, eyeing her with confusion. “No. Why would it?” Gaia hesitated, dropping her gaze. “Come on, ad’ika. You can tell me.”

She sighed but didn’t look back up at him. “You used to dream loudly,” Gaia said finally. “You’d say ‘Jedi scum’ and then follow that up almost immediately with ‘Kenobi’.”

The warmth of that had inhabited the conversation was leeched away just that quickly. Cody slumped back against the counter a little with a regretful sigh. “Kenobi... Obi-Wan Kenobi was a friend of mine. We fought in the Clone Wars together.”

Gaia slid away a little, but kept a hand on his arm. She was so good at that, knowing when to be close and when to back off.

“He was the Jedi General that my unit served under. He was brave, noble... an absolute dramatic.” The last word came out with a chuckle on its tail. “He always had to enter a battle with what he called ‘flair’.”

“What happened to him?”

He glanced at Gaia, glad that he couldn’t see her face very well. “I... I killed him.” The shiver in Cody’s voice was alien, a sound unlike anything he’d ever heard come out of his own mouth.

Gaia didn’t say anything, but her grip on his arm tightened a little. Cody took a breath but when he tried to stop talking, more words kept tumbling out.

“I remember he’d just killed General Grievous, the leader of the Separatist army, on Utapau. The fighting was fierce to say the least but we were pushing the clankers back.

K... Kenobi had dropped his lightsaber during the fight with Grievous. Again. I found it, as usual. He rode by on a... on a varactyl. I handed it to him and we were excited about ending the battle quickly.”

Cody didn’t realize he’d started crying until his chest gave an involuntary hitch. Gaia was holding his arm with both hands now, but she still hadn’t said a word.

“He rode off, up a cliffside. My communicator chimed and when I opened it, there was a man I didn’t know looking at me. He wore a robe... I couldn’t see his face. He said my name and then told me to execute an order. Sixty-six.”

Gaia was hugging him again, rubbing circles on his back, and he was shaking so hard that he could barely catch his breath. “I just... I just did it. Like I didn’t know him. Like he was just some soulless clanker...”

“It’s not your fault,” Gaia murmured softly, squeezing his waist hard enough to make him look down at her. “It’s not your fault.”

It shouldn’t be a child comforting a grown man, Cody thought. But if any child could, it was Gaia. The girl was a bastion of quiet strength, and she was able to lend that to those around her. The other kids frequently went to her for advice or for encouragement and Cody had watched them leave her lighter and bettered for their time with her.

“Thank you.” He sniffed loudly, swiping his sleeved arm over his face quickly. “You know how proud you make me, right?”

He heard her smile and felt her duck her head against his shoulder. “I love you, Papa.”

“Love you, too, little one.”

[ifinallygavein]

Chapter 3: Salt and Burn

I know it’s been awhile, but here’s the Supernatural AU update!

Chapter 2: Some No Name Bar

Masterlist

Aelin bit the inside of her cheek to keep from grinning. Nehemia sat pressed against the window of the small booth in the small diner as Aedion surveyed the dinner specials. His frame was too large for the booth, but it had been too late for her to move as he sat to face his cousin.

“Haunting?” he asked casually as he weighed the menu’s options.

Aelin sipped her coffee and nodded. “Pretty serious stuff. Scratches on the mother, a bookcase almost fell on the child. These people are lucky they knew Sam. They got a hold of me through his old phone.”

The phone she still carried. They both watched her but Nehemia reported, “We did some digging and found a news story. 1977, a couple was shot and killed in a home invasion.”

“Still defending the home?” Aedion suggested.

Aelin nodded at the theory and took a long swig of her coffee. The bell to the little diner’s door tinkled. Nehemia’s face spread into a shit-eating grin and Aedion’s eyes widened in disbelief. Aelin turned to find the last person she expected.

“Whitethorn.” Aelin stated curtly.

“Galathynius,” he greeted her in the same icy manner. Hands in his leather jacket, he didn’t take his eyes off of Aelin. And she’d be damned if she was the one to look away first.

“You know each other?” Aedion blurted.

“Ran into him on a hunt about a week ago.” Nehemia supplied.

Aelin said with underhanded sweetness, “I didn’t think I’d see you again so soon.”

“Likewise,” Rowan grunted.

Nehemia’s eyes sparkled. “Please, sit.”

Aelin was unceremoniously shoved against the window as Rowan settled into the booth. She glared at Nehemia who blew her a kiss.

“This is my cousin, Aedion Ashryver,” Aelin grumbled. She elbowed him in the ribs to make space for herself.

Rowan shot her a disgruntled look before reaching across the table to shake Aedion’s hand. Aedion asked, “What brings you here?”

“A job. A haunting.”

Aelin knew the odds of two jobs in one town. “Where?”

“Old house on Hickory. I suspect a couple that was killed there in the ‘70s.” When he was greeted with silence, he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Don’t tell me –”

“That’s our job,” Aelin confirmed. She laughed bitterly and drained her coffee.

The waitress came to take their order and scurried away as soon as she could. Aelin felt sorry for her and told herself she’d leave the girl a generous tip. When Nehemia caught her gaze with those big brown eyes, Aelin knew what she had to do.

Cursing internally, Aelin made an offer. “We should work it together.”

Rowan hesitated. “I don’t usually work with others.” Nehemia turned those eyes to him. He sighed and relented, “But… we did alright last time.”

Nehemia nudged Aedion. “We did better than alright.”

She launched into the tale of their last hunt. Aelin watched them smiling fondly. She turned when she felt the weight of Rowan’s gaze. Glancing over at Nehemia and Aedion engrossed in the recount, she decided she didn’t want to turn this into a scene. Aelin cleared her throat and asked, “Did you find out where they were buried?”

Rowan nodded. “Rosewood Cemetery. It’s in town.”

Before Aelin could come up with how to carry on the stilted conversation, the waitress came around with their food. They all attacked their meals. Nehemia continued her story, with Rowan or Aelin occasionally interjecting with a correction.

When they finished eating, Nehemia asked, “Rowan, did you find out where they were buried?”

“Rosewood Cemetery,” Rowan and Aelin supplied simultaneously.

Nehemia grinned. “Me and Aedion will go dig them up. You and Rowan go to the house in case we stir up trouble.”

Aelin opened her mouth to object but was shut down with a look from Nehemia once again. She crossed her arms and leaned back against the booth.

All Rowan said was, “I’ll drive.”

As if that settled it, everyone got up to leave. Aelin made sure to leave a generous amount of cash behind. She hurried outside and slid into the passenger seat of Rowan’s old school Challenger.

“Follow them to the cemetery. I need to get my equipment before we go.”

He simply nodded and trailed them. It would’ve been to conspicuous to gather her equipment from their arsenal of a trunk in the middle of the diner’s parking lot. When they parked, Aelin took out her usual weapons: a shotgun with rock salt rounds, several iron knives, and a large container of table salt. Once she had armed herself, she took in Aedion and Nehemia.

“Be careful,” she breathed.

They nodded gravely. Aedion focused on something behind her, “Look after her.”

“I won’t let anything happen to her,” Rowan assured him.

Aedion nodded. Aelin rolled her eyes. “We better get going so you can start digging.”

She hopped back into the passenger seat and waved as Rowan drove them away. They sat in silence for a few minutes before Rowan said, “I know you don’t trust me. But I meant what I told Aedion.”

Aelin scoffed. “I can take care of myself.”

“I know. Just know I’ve got your back.”

Aelin defused slightly. After a few more minutes, she grudgingly told him, “I’ve got yours too.”

When they pulled up to the house the lights were flickering in every window. Aelin swore.

“Did they start digging already?” Rowan growled.

Aelin was sprinting for the front door before the car was stopped. When the handle wouldn’t budge, Aelin threw herself against the door. A child inside screamed and Aelin shot a window and leaped through it. She ran until she found the crying girl in the next room. Hauling her up Aelin found a corner and covered her with her body while she poured a circle of salt around them. The girl clung to Aelin’s leg and sobbed. Aelin muttered soothing words to the child until they were encircled in salt.

She knelt beside the girl and said, “My name is Aelin, what’s yours?”

“Evangeline,” she sniffled.

“Evangeline, I’m here to help. Can you tell me where your family is?”

“My mommy is upstairs in her room,” she sobbed.

“Okay, good. That’s very helpful, Evangeline. Is anyone else here with you and your mommy?”

The child shook her head, lip quivering. Aelin turned to see if Rowan had followed her yet and found him barreling for the stairs as if he’d heard what Evangeline had said. Standing in front of the girl Aelin watched for any threats. A huge crash came from upstairs, followed by Rowan bellowing, “Galathynius!”

Aelin unsheathed an iron blade and pressed the handle into the girl’s palm, closing her fingers around it. “Stay inside the circle. If something tries to hurt you, cut it with this,” she instructed.

Evangeline gave her a wide-eyed nod. Aelin took off, scaling the stairs two at a time. When she made it to the landing, she saw a door at the end of the hall slam shut. A woman screamed from within. Aelin charged it, ramming the door with her shoulder. Her bones groaned and the door remained firmly shut.

“Whitethorn! Get her away from the door!”

Aelin gave them three precious seconds before she shot the knob and kicked the door down. She found Rowan standing in front of the woman in a salt circle.

“Get her downstairs,” she ordered.

Aelin held the door as they raced out of the room and guarded their backs while they ran.

“Mommy!” she heard the girl cry.

She heard the mother sob, “Ev!”

Rowan stood beside her chest heaving for air as the child ran into her mother’s arms. Breathless, he nodded his thanks. She was about to nod back, when she was thrown against the wall. Hard. Aelin blinked against the stars that swam across her vision. Distantly, she heard screaming. She saw Rowan struggling to hold the front door open. He held it long enough for two figures to pass through. Then he was pinned next to her.

Aelin thought she may be concussed when she shouted, “Come face us!”

Rowan must’ve thought so too. He said, “Galathynius, what the hell?”

“Come out!” A man and a woman flickered before them. “I know you think you’re defending yourself and your house, but you’re dead.”

“Galathynius,” Rowan warned.

Aelin continued, “You were killed. Over forty years ago. You have been terrorizing a mother and her daughter. We’re here to help you move on. Please, let us go.”

The spirits looked at each other and back at them. “We’re dead?” the woman asked.

Aelin nodded. “I’m sorry.”

The man looked to Rowan. “You’re here to help?”

Rowan said, “We can only help if you let us go.” The man looked between them skeptically. Rowan pleaded, “I promised to look after her. Don’t make a liar out of me.”

The man glanced at his wife and his face softened. Aelin watched Rowan and saw genuine pain in his beseeching eyes. The man nodded and the two hunters slid down the wall as they were released.

“We’ll see that you’re put to peace.” Aelin promised them.

@sassys-world

[champagne-bucky]

The Undoing: Two

Summary: The truth about a past life is unveiled.

Warnings: THIS IS A DARK STORY!! dark! Steve Rogers x reader, kidnapping, non con and dub con (or at least mentions of), dark! Bucky Barnes, Stockholm syndrome, grooming, mentions of pregnancy termination and suicide mentions (for one chapter), possibly more tags to be added!

Notes: Welp, it’s here. Hope you guys enjoy chapter 2. There is one more chapter explaining the background of the story and our main character. Hope you all enjoy!! Please make sure to like, comment, reblog, inbox, and follow me for more! Enjoy :)

PLEASE READ WARNINGS!!

*Eight Months Later*

You were in pain. So much fucking pain that you thought you were about to combust from the inside. The contractions started early in the afternoon yesterday. Steve was being stubborn and said that it wasn’t time yet and that the baby will be born on its due date. However, the baby was having other plans.

“Steve,” you tried to scream up to the kitchen. Hopefully he wasn’t out.

“STEVEEEEEEE,” you screamed as loud as you could. You didn’t even know what time of day it was.

Following your obnoxiously loud screams, you heard a series of footsteps from upstairs coming to the basement. The bastard at least gave you a cot to sleep on since you were getting bigger.

“What do you want,” if you weren’t in so much pain you would’ve notice how he barked at you.

“So much pain. I’m in so much pain. I think the baby is coming,” tears were in your eyes as another contraction hit you.

“Sweetheart, the baby isn’t supposed to be here for another two weeks. I think it’s just something that you ate and now your stomach is upset,” he tried to be comforting but in reality he was tired and annoyed you woke him up.

Just as you were about to say something, you felt a gush of water from in between your legs. You screamed out loud and Steve looked bewildered at the sight in front of him.

“Fuck, fuck, fucking shit, fuck. It’s too early. They aren’t ready,” Steve became frantic as he found the key in his pocket to unchain you.

To get up the stairs was a major dilemma. Every step was like climbing a mountain. Eventually, Steve got tired of how slow you were taking and just ended up picking you up and taking you out to his car.

He got on the phone and dialed up Bucky to meet him at the hospital. You found out that the two were never father and son. They were just posing as ones at work events and family parties that were being thrown. It was just all a scheme to get you.

The pain was doing a number on you. At one point you were finally able to fall asleep, but not until you heard Steve make another phone call.

“Hey, it’s time. Get them ready,” was all you heard from your kidnapper before you passed out.

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Hospitals were always a scary place to you. Ever since you were 16, you tried to avoid them as much as possible. Well, this hell hole might just work as your saving grace.

Steve had never taken you out anywhere, not even to get the baby checked by doctors. Knowing him though, he probably did all his evil deeds when he gave you things that made you sleep easier at night.

“When we get in there you so much as utter a single word about anything and I’ll make sure you’ll regret it,” Steve warned you before he ran in to get you a wheelchair. You couldn’t even register the feeling of fear for the wave of contractions hitting you.

Soon enough, you were in a hospital bed and were propped up on stirrups. The nurse had put an IV in you and Steve refused to leave your side. From what the nurses told you, you dilated really fast and baby Rogers wanted to come out now.

Never in your life had you experienced a pain worse than this one. The doctor and Steve yelled at you to keep on pushing, but you felt so numb you didn’t think you were doing anything. Steve squeezed your hand hard because he was getting impatient about meeting his baby.

Notice, his baby. He made sure that during this whole pregnancy that the baby you were carrying was his, not yours or ours. This was his way of breaking you down. Rightfully so, it was starting to work. During those months, you found yourself asking him to stay a little longer after sex. Asking him to hold you for a second longer. You didn’t think that you would succumb to the situation so easily. Well, now that the baby is almost here you need to do what’s best and protect it.

“I see a head!” The doctor yelled and she urged you to keep on pushing. “C’mon, Mama Rogers, just a few more pushes and you get to meet your baby!”

You couldn’t remember the last painful moments of childbirth until the tiny squalling newborn was being placed in your hands. The little babe was still covered in God knows what, but it didn’t matter. The little thing screaming and crying ignited a light inside of you that you thought had died a long time ago.

“It’s a girl! Congratulations mommy and daddy,” the doctor finished cleaning you up and another nurse took the baby girl to get cleaned up, your baby girl.

Steve still had a grip on your hand as he refused to leave your side. He stayed stoic when the doctor announced the sex of your baby girl. “I wanted a boy,” Steve mumbled before walking over to the nurses that asked him if he wanted to see the baby.

Internally, you smirked to yourself with the little bit of strength that you had left in you. He didn’t get what he wanted this time around. Steve Rogers would have to live with the fact that he couldn’t have the control on one thing in your life.

“Have we thought of a name yet?” A young nurse comes over to you and Steve.

“No, I’m going to need a little more time for that,” Steve answered before you got a chance to. As much as you didn’t want to raise a child, let alone Steve’s, you had thought of a perfect name for the baby.

“Well,” the nurse seemed unfazed by Steve, “we are gonna bring baby girl down to the nursery while we let momma rest. Want to bring some family over as well?” The nurse did not put her eyes on you once and only directed questions to Steve.

Steve left along with your baby girl. He gave you a “loving” kiss on the top of your head and gave you a warning glare. Once you were all alone you got straight to work, you pressed the nurse call button and hoped that the nightmare was ending tonight.

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“There she is,” Steve tried his best to perk up while he showed Bucky the little newborn.

“She’s beautiful, Steve. Congratulations,” Bucky admired the adorable little girl squirming in her crib.

“Yeah, yeah, thanks,” Steve paused for a moment. That’s all he would need before he asked Bucky the worst possible question a new father could even conjure up.

“You want her,” Bucky snapped his head at Steve. He chuckled at first thinking that Steve was just nervous about fatherhood and all, but the face he made that went along with his question was completely serious.

“Steve, you can’t be serious now, what makes you wanna do that?”

“I don’t know. Just doesn’t feel right,” Steve simply shrugged.

“What do you mean? I’m sure Y/N isn’t ready to be a mother either, but you guys can work it out. I know you-”

“Something isn’t right...about her,” Steve looked at the baby.

Bucky was confused as he eyed up Steve and the baby that was being taken away by a nurse for feeding time with you. “Steve,” Bucky chuckled warily, “you think a half and hour old newborn baby is capable of what exactly? World domination?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Steve turns to Bucky with wide eyes. Bucky thought the man was having a psychotic break.

“I know what I’m talking about. There’s something about that thing,” Bucky gasped.

“Steve, don’t call her that, she’s your daughter,” Bucky spoke above a whisper.

“Then why don’t you take her then?” Steve almost growled at Bucky when a nurse hurried over and tapped Steve’s shoulder.

“What?” Steve barked at the nurse.

“Mr. Rogers, it’s your wife. She’s doing what you thought would happen,” Bucky was left in the dark at this statement.

“That fucking bitch,” Steve stormed passed the nurse leaving Bucky to look at the rest of the newborns.

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“Please, please, if you just listen to me,” tears were streaming down your face as the nurse kept dismissing your revelation. She kept trying to push the baby towards your breasts, but you kept pushing back trying to explain to her your situation.

“One of you go get the father,” the nurse yelled as one scurried out into the hall.

“No, no, please don’t get him. Get me out PLEASE,” you were screaming hysterics as the nurse yelled at everyone to clear the room.

“You're having crazy thoughts, my dear. We can give you something after you’ve fed the baby,”

“NO! PLEASE I’M BEGGING YOU CALL SOMEONE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!” You were full on wailing as you tried to grab the nurse.

Steve walked in. His smile was kind and patience towards the nurse. You missed it, but for a millisecond his eyes were on yours with a fear of God hidden behind them.

“I’ve got her. You take the baby, I wanna talk,” the nurse yanked herself away from you and tore the now screaming baby from your arms.

You were left alone with Steve. The room was quiet all for your whimpers. Steve stalked his way over to you with the death glare clouding his once blue eyes.

He didn’t say anything. His breathing got heavy and his fists were clenched real tight. It was a moment later, but the next sound to fill the room was the sound of the smacked flesh of your cheek. The tears flowed more and your whimpers turned into screams for help. Steve grabbed you by the hair and smacked a hand to your mouth.

“I told you. I fucking TOLD you you’d regret it if you pulled something like this. After everything I’ve done for you. After everything I gave you! You know what? Say goodbye to the baby, she’s gone!” You screamed through Steve’s palm as loud as you could, but he only slammed you into the pillow of the hospital bed. Your screams and pleas were muffled as you tried to beg Steve not to take away your baby girl.

“Shut up, SHUT UP,” Steve screamed at you and you tried your best to quiet down. “I’ll make a deal with you,” he drew away his palm.

“I’ll let you keep the baby, but you have to work for it. No slip ups, no more outbursts, no running away, no defying me. You break any of these rules Mrs. Rogers, I’ll ship this baby off to the farthest foster home in the country. That’s a fucking promise.”

That was the day the light died down in you entirely. There was no hope and you'd have to accept that. You had to keep it together. If not for you, then for the baby. All for her.

All for Sasha.

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[ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff]

Goodnight, Aaron (Aaron Hotchner x Reader) Chapter 3

Summary: Day 2 of the trial, a Sunday where Jack is allowed to choose his own adventure with Sebastian along for the ride.

AN: I hope you are all taking care of yourselves <3 and that tomorrow is kind to you.

Tagging: @sunlight-moonrise, @clean-bands-dirty-stories, @genevievedarcygranger, and @davidrossi-ismydad

Chapter 2 // Masterlist // AO3 Link // Chapter 4

“Morning, Jack,” Sebastian greeted the soporific Jack Hotchner as he entered the kitchen. Jack mumbled back and climbed into his place at the table. Sebastian set the place, poured his cereal, got his juice out as well, before joining him in breakfast.

They ate in quietude, that is until Sebastian’s phone buzzed with a text.

Once he’d read it, he held the phone out to Jack across the table, “Hey, do you wanna talk to your Dad? He’s free to call you quick if you want.”

A bolt of energy shot through Jack and he clutched the phone tightly.

There was Sebastian’s watchful eye remaining on Jack while he was clearing up the dirty dishes. Jack knuckled one of his eyes every now and again, but there was no doubt that he was beyond excited to speak to Hotch. His legs swung under the table.

“I love you, Daddy,” Jack said before he passed the phone back over, but Hotch had already hung up. Pocketing it, Sebastian finished up his breakfast with Jack officially cheered up – for now at least.

“I was thinking we could go out somewhere, treat ourselves.”

“The zoo!” Jack crowed immediately

“The zoo?”

“I haven’t been for ages and ages!”

“Well, I shall see if that’s possible while you go brush your teeth.”

Completely unplanned, Jack was dressed in a green polo that matched Sebastian’s shirt. Not the pattern but they were the exact same shade.

“My mum used to dress me and my sister up in similar outfits when we were kids,” Sebastian said as he was tying up his laces.

“Sometimes, Henry and me wear the same things,” Jack replied, double knotting his shoes up. A wise move.

“Who’s Henry?”

“My friend, his Mommy works with Daddy.”

“Ah, gotcha.”

The drive over had a much more confident sing-a-long. Sebastian played the same CD (but just the songs that Jack liked) and Jack was starting to pick up on some of the lyrics. Or at least what they sounded like. He was currently favouring that of Sara Bareilles. So much so that, after they circled the car park of the zoo and found a space, they finished the song before turning the engine off

As they were lining up to buy the tickets, Sebastian bent over and whispered to Jack, “I know you’d much rather have your dad here instead of me.”

“I don’t mind you,” was the reply, and a shrug to boot.

“I don’t mind you either, kid.”

And the second they entered the park, map in hand, Jack was grabbing at Sebastian, pulling him along, “Come on, I wanna see the elephants!”

The pair did pause to glance in the direction of the other animals, give them their moment of glory. But their focus and their hearts were set on finding the biggest land mammal, past the bug house and the birds, along to where the wider paddocks were situated.

Across a wooden bridge, they finally landed at the edge of a wooden barrier, about five feet from a ha-ha wall that wrapped around the elephants’ land. Jack stood on his tiptoes, his chin on the wooden slat.

Already knowing the answer to his questions, Sebastian said, “Can you see alright? Or do you wanna go on my shoulders?”

Jack fidgeted, scuffing his shoes on the dirt path, “Yes please.”

And he raised his arms over his head. Sebastian ducked down and lifted Jack over his head with some difficulty. He didn’t tell Jack that though.

“Now, don’t go farting on me, young man,” He patted Jack’s leg.

“Thank you, Seb.”

From his elevated position, Jack cheered up. He made sure not to hit Sebastian when his legs stretched out in excitement at the baby elephant trotting about the enclosure. He waved to the baby elephant who waved their trunk clumsily back at the crowds, eliciting a series of “awws”.

“Baby elephants stay with their mothers for their whole life,” Sebastian read off the plaque, “And these ones are from India. That’s where my mum’s from!”

“Is that why you sound like that?”

“Like what?”

“All funny,” and Jack flapped his hand about.

“Nah, that’s my dad’s fault. From the exotic land of Bolton.”

“Is there any animals from there here?”

“Probably not, bud.”

“That one’s the Mommy,” Jack pointed out the elephant the wee baby was now showing off to. He laughed loudly when another baby elephant submerged its whole head into the artificial watering hole for a drink, “It’s still learning!”

A gentle meander took them all the way back to the café, once again ignoring the other animals. They were thinking with their stomach.

Upon arriving at their destination, Jack went for the classic fish, chips, and peas. Sebastian had made a New Year’s resolution to not order something just to get the chips on the side, so he went for the lasagne and broccoli.

“I used to call them ‘baby trees’, made me feel like a giant.”

“What about peas?” Jack scooped several of the vegetable up onto his fork.

“They’re boulders, the kind that roll all the way down mashed potato mountains.”

“I don’t have any mashed potatoes though.”

“Maybe next time. Eat your boulders.”

Third time lucky, the other animals were given Jack’s attention. His second favourite after the elephants? The meerkats. There was a bubble at the centre with a tunnel underneath the desert-like paddock that he could go into and poke his head up. He waved and shouted (albeit muffled by the thick glass) at Sebastian, who waved back and took some photos. Back around by Sebastian’s side of the wall, Jack would hold the meerkats’ attention with a clementine segment pinched in his finger and lure them around the wall’s edge. Then he would eat the fruit.

Sebastian preferred the otters, slipping and sliding down the stream. His laugh trilled with the kids that watched the otters cawing at each other. Chattering between their little whines, they wriggled around in the pool.

Just as Jack was adding to his birthday list every other item in the gift shop. Sebastian’s phone buzzed in his pocket.

About to fly back to Virginia, will be in around nine.

All good our end, hope it’s good with yours too

And Sebastian sent his reply with the photo of Jack hypnotising the meerkats with the promise of citrus fruit.

Jack was very clearly worn out from the day but still had enough energy to tap his toes along during the drive back. The news that Hotch would be home that evening was what got Jack through until dinner time. Sat on the countertop, he watched TV placidly, while Sebastian got on with the tuna pasta. He did get to pour the sweetcorn in, a proper little chef.

“Thoughts?” Sebastian asked when Jack chewed through half his plate, apparently without breathing.

“It’s nice,” Jack said, his mouth half full, “I like the chips.”

The crushed salted crisps sprinkled on top were just a bonus that Sebastian’s dad had introduced to the world. His best invention by far, besides his two kids of course. And Jack ate it all up with gusto.

As the dishwasher was being loaded, out of nowhere, the front door unlocked and not even halfway open before Jack was up on his feet and shouting, “Daddy!”

He sprinted full force and was caught in his father’s arms just as Hotch stepped into the flat. Hotch, despite seeming very worn out, cradled his son like he was a newborn.

“Hey buddy,” He whispered into Jack’s hair, “How have you been?”

Jack’s reply was muffled in his suit jacket, “Good!”

“How was your time with Sebastian?”

“We went to the zoo!”

Sebastian caught Hotch’s gaze over Jack’s shoulder, and immediately Sebastian busied himself with clearing the table, “Lucky you caught him on his way to bed.”

“Come on,” Hotch patted Jack’s back, “Let’s get you off to sleep.”

He carried Jack off to his bedroom, leaving his briefcase at the door. Sebastian watched them go with a half-smile. One that disappeared when it turned to the chores at hand.

First things first, he placed Hotch’s dinner onto a plate and placed it in the oven, still warm from the initial cooking. Of course, he didn’t put the salad in the oven. He wasn’t an idiot. Then it was putting the leftovers in the fridge, scrubbing at the dishes and cutlery, cleaning down the table, sweeping up the stuff. Somehow he was always more productive when the repercussions were next to instantaneous.

“Did Jack go down OK?” Sebastian asked once Hotch had returned to the kitchen.

“Yes, he’s quite worn out from your trip.”

“How was the case?”

The question was offered with a levity that Hotch understood as merely checking in, not an attempt to mine the grisly details from his mind. That much was clear when Hotch set his gun down on the table and Sebastian tensed before moving around and away from it. Hotch then picked it back up and deposited it in a drawer.

“It was fine, glad it was over quick. Is that my dinner?” Hotch opened the oven, standing clear of the hot air that escaped from it.

Nodding, Sebastian passed the dying up cloth between his two hands, “Yeah, plus salad, crisps – sorry, ‘chips’ - for the top.” He corrected himself only because Hotch’s eyebrows knitted at his choice of words.

“You put chips on top of your pasta?” He said slowly.

“Don’t knock it ‘til you try it.”

Looking unconvinced, Hotch closed the oven again, “How did you find your time with Jack?”

“He’s a good kid, we had fun today. Plus, he didn’t kick up a fuss eating his five-a-day which is a bonus,” Sebastian twisted the dish cloth around, “You’ve done a good job raising him.”

Hotch nodded with what Sebastian was saying, and while his face stayed neutral, his eyes held a glint.

“Then you wouldn’t have any objections to becoming his nanny full time, would you?”

Offer sank in and Sebastian’s face broke out into a toothy grin, “Yeah? Even with the crisp-chips?”

Hotch’s shoulders dropped about half an inch of tension, “Do you have your documents with you? We can get the paperwork done tonight.”

A little undainty on his feet, Sebastian went to his room and grabbed his folder of his important paperwork that was still in his unpacked suitcase. He tried to keep his clothes neat now that they were out on the carpet.

“Can I get you a drink?” Hotch asked, already pouring himself a scotch. He had served his dinner while Sebastian was out of the room. He’d even sprinkled a few chips on top like Sebastian had suggested.

“I’m good with water, thanks,” and Sebastian sat opposite Hotch’s place at the table.

“You don’t mind if I eat while we do this? I haven’t since lunch time.”

“Go ahead.”

Sebastian waited until he was a few forkfuls into his meal before speaking again, “Thoughts on the chips?”

He had to severely mute his reaction as he watched the corner of Hotch’s mouth quirk up and stay there, “Surprisingly good.”

With glee, Sebastian snapped his fingers, “Success!”

Once settled, Hotch and Sebastian discussed fees, records, emergency contacts. A copy of the background check Hotch had already completed sat atop the contract. Hotch let Sebastian read through to his leisure while he polished off his dinner. By the time his plate was cleared, Sebastian’s signature had been scribbled alongside Hotch’s on the few dotted lines that concluded the sheets of paper.

“You’re officially hired,” Hotch slid a pair of newly cut keys across the table. When Sebastian pocketed them, he held up his tumbler.

“To having a job,” Sebastian clinked his glass against Hotch’s and took a sip, “Thank you. Forgot to send you this yesterday by the way.”

And he sent the photos off to Hotch’s number. Not a moment later, Hotch’s phone beeped and he picked it up, his thumb swiping over the photos. To fill the quiet, Sebastian asked, “Do you have a preference on what I can send you and when while you’re away? I don’t wanna bother you too much while you’re working.” His rambling faded as he watched Hotch’s face soften.

“Send me photos whenever you can.” Hotch’s voice had melted too, warming Sebastian’s already soporific heart.

Sebastian stifled a yawn before swallowing, “And I think that’s the end of my day approaching. Goodnight, Aaron.”

“One more thing,” Hotch slipped his phone into his breast pocket, “Why did you move over here, Sebastian?”

“I had a pen pal over here, we met on holiday when we were kids, and I wanted to move away from home. So I got a Visa and moved in with her.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

Satisfied, Hotch began to clear up his plate, “Goodnight, Sebastian.”

Sebastian went to say goodnight but, remembering he’d already said that, he just left for his bedroom.

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Left Behind - Chapter 4

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John didn’t often visit the den, it was more of a space for the younger of the five of them to sit and play games or watch films away from the main hub of the lounge. Scott and Virgil could be found in there often enough, normally distracting the youngest two when the lounge became a communications hub for International Rescue. 

It wasn’t any surprise that he found Scott there. 

If it had have been earlier in the day, the eldest would have probably set off on a run around the island. The ground was tretarous though and Scott knew there was good reason for a ban on night time runs. 

It was equal parts fortunate and unfortunate that Virgil was there to be on the receiving end of big brother’s rant. 

He took the beanbag between the pair, lounging back as Scott’s rant trailed off. 

“She’s grieving too Scott,” Virgil murmured softly, “Plus she’s having to keep everything else going. I don’t imagine she meant to have a dig at you specifically.”

Scott shook his head, “She doesn’t want any of us on the teams, Virgil. Not if she can find a way to stop us and that’s exactly what she’s looking to do with me.”

“Oh would you listen to yourself.” John rolled his eyes, looking to Scott, “It’s not that she doesn’t want us to be part of this.”

Scott’s glare turned on him, but it didn’t scare John, it hadn’t for a long time. 

“Then what, John? What else could make her so damn determined to screw me over?”

Virgil was watching him too, brown eyes wary. 

“You’re the only one of us already in service with IR.” He shrugged, Scott had no reason to get angry with the facts at least, “We’ve lost Dad because of him having a role within IR.”

The look Scott was giving him was still hard. It hurt John to think how much like their father Scott looked when he set his face like that. Yet there was something about that face that he could see wasn’t right. The set of his eyes wasn’t one of anger, there wasn’t that spark of passion there that Scott always had when something had made him angry. 

“So?”

Virgil huffed, “Come on Scott, you’re not thick.”

John shook his head, “You know Scott. Don’t act like you don’t.”

“Screw that.” Scott spat, looking away from John to the balcony that looked out over the island’s runway. His voice softened as his shoulders fell slightly, the anger having ebbed slightly in just that moment, 

“Dad built those ships for us. He always said it. Five original ships. Five of us.”

None of them looked around at the sound of rushed footsteps across the wooden floor. John winced as Alan announced his and Gordon’s arrival,

“I wanna fly Thunderbird three!”

Scott’s glare focussed on the youngest, “Go away Alan. You weren’t invited to this talk.”

Virgil reached out to their little brother, frowning at Scott, “Hold up there. He’s as much a part of all this as the rest of us.”

Gordon threw himself to the floor at John’s feet, folding his arms as he looked between his three older brothers. 

Please don’t ask. John thought to himself, the last thing he wanted was Scott all riled up again. 

“He’s just a kid!” Scott exclaimed, flinging an arm towards Alan. 

“I am not!” Alan shouted back, “I told Mommy, I’m not a kid!”

“Mom thinks we’re all kids Alan!” Scott snapped, sitting straighter in the bean bag, towering over the youngest, “Now Dad’s gone she’s not going to let any of us do anything because she thinks something's going to happen to us like it did him.”

“I don’t care!” Alan pouted, shouting back just as loud as his big brother, “I don’t want anyone to leave ever again! I don’t want anyone else to die!”

It was his final word that shocked them all into stunned silence. All four of them looking at the one stood in the centre, cheeks red and suddenly tear stained.

Scott always did have a soft spot for comforting upset siblings. 

John caught Gordon’s shoulder, stopping him from going to the youngest before Scott could. It earned him a glare from the swimmer, but as Scott pushed himself up from the beanbag, John knew he was right to make the call. 

“Hey Allie,” Scott cooed as he wrapped the youngest up in his arms, “It’s okay kid. Nobody else is going away.”

Alan pushed away from him, not completely but just enough to wipe at his eyes with his arm.

“You don’ know that Scotty,” He sniffed, “Nobody knew Daddy was gonna die.”

John’s chest hurt as he watched the pair, wishing he could say something but knowing he had to keep quiet. 

“What if you go?” Alan continued, “Or what if Mommy goes? ‘M scared that she might not come back.”

He saw the moment, the second that the hard look that had been on Scott’s face all afternoon fell as he pulled Alan back close to him. Yet it wasn’t what he had been waiting for. 

Scott had rested his head against Alan’s, John saw the elder brother swallow hard as he screwed his eyes shut. 

“I’m scared too Allie.”

Releasing his hold of Gordon’s shoulder, John gave a slight nod, “None of us know what happens next.”

“No,” Scott agreed softly looking up to him, “We don’t.”

John would take the look his big brother was giving him as an apology. It was likely about all that he would get in terms of how Scott should have listened to him, not that he would complain. It seemed that he had taken a step forward at least by admitting that he was having the same feelings as the rest of them. 

“But we can’t let that fear dictate our lives,” Virgil added, wriggling off of his beanbag to wrap an arm around Alan’s shoulders.

Scott nodded in agreement, “V’s right, we have to trust Mom, and each other, that we will come home. Otherwise we’ll be so busy worrying, we won’t be able to focus on the stuff that really matters.”

“You’re all going to make me sick with this sentiment,” Gordon uttered, shifting to stand. 

John smirked as Virgil grabbed his shoulder and pulled him into his side, “Says the one about to leave us for olympic training.”

“Gerroff!” Gordon protested, struggling against Virgil’s arm, “Alan, help!”

The youngest giggled as he watched the pair, shaking his head, “You’re on your own there, Gordy.”

As Gordon wriggled out of Virgil’s grasp and launched at Alan, John caught Scott’s eye. A raised eyebrow and a lift of his chin was enough to ask the silent question he needed an answer to. 

Just as discreetly, Scott nodded in return, his smile fading briefly along with the laughter that had been in his eyes. 

Maybe they weren’t okay in that moment, but given time, John knew they would be.

***

She wanted wine, but being on duty meant she had to settle with juice. 

Juice didn’t get rid of the bitter taste in her mouth. 

Leaning forward she set the glass down on the pile of papers she didn’t particularly care about at that moment. John had walked out and left her drowning in her own thoughts.

“Did I give up too soon?”

Val rolled her eyes from where she had been leaning against the wall, waiting for Lucy to answer whatever had been asked when she and Lee had arrived in the office. Folding her arms she shifted to stand straighter, “You couldn’t warrant the resources any longer. Not when there are other people needing our help.”

Warranted resources or not, what use was International Rescue if they couldn’t save one of their own?

“Luce,” Lee drawled, crossing one leg over the other in the armchair in the far corner of the room, “Stop it. You did what you deemed necessary and them boys need to accept that.”

Except her boys weren’t kids any more. Three of them were legally adults, old enough to make their own decisions and lead their own lives. 

If those decisions lead them to IR, who was she to stop them? 

Their mother. 

A widow.

The new CEO of the organisation.

“Those boys,” Val started, glaring at Lee, her tone of voice giving away that she didn’t approve entirely of his statement, “have the stubbornness of both you and Jeff in them, they were never going to want to give up on him easily.”

She looked to Lucy, arms folded as she shrugged, “If Scott and John have something they think they can trial, it might be worth looking into.”

Val wasn’t wrong. 

Lucy’s gut had been to look into the program John had described.

Fear had got her hung up on how the redhead had known about the specs of the space station.

“It scares me that they want to go into this,” She whispered, eyes distant, not really seeing the room in front of her, “Not only what’s happened,” She swallowed hard, screwing her eyes shut as she tried to block the thoughts from her head, “But, how many injuries have we had this quarter alone? Despite the safety measures.”

She knew that she couldn’t count them on two hands. 

“They’ve wanted to be part of this since the start.” Val told her immediately, “We always said there was a ship here for each of them.”

“Ships for them or not,” Lee cut in, “They need to respect those above them if they want to be part of this, family or not.”

“No,” Lucy found herself murmuring, her thoughts escaping as she continued to gaze at nothing, “Val’s right, Lee. If they each went to one of the other teams, maybe we wouldn’t have a problem.” 

Taking a breath she refocussed on the room, looking between her brother and her best friend, “But I couldn’t send them away, not now, not after this.”

Lee sighed, shaking his head, “If you do that you’re asking for trouble.”

Yet she couldn’t see another way. 

“I have to keep them safe Lee, somewhere I can keep an eye on them and not have to constantly wonder if they’re safe.”

“And what about the program? Everything that we have all gone through along with every other member?”

Lee had never been a stickler for the rules, he had always picked and chosen what he listened to. The problem was, the things he picked to stick by, he stuck by religiously. 

“We would still put the boys through it,” Val shrugged, “Scott’s already gone through it all, it wouldn’t be fair if the rest of them didn’t.”

Perhaps it wouldn’t be a perfect solution, but she supposed it was the best of all the options. 

Pursing her lips she leant back in her seat with a sigh, “I just hope they don’t see it as me trying to keep them under my thumb.”

“We would have to do it the right way,” Val murmured in agreement, ignoring Lee’s huff of disapproval, “Find a way to manage them as their own team.”

Lucy knew that wouldn’t be an issue, “They’re good as a team, they always have been. Whenever we went on--” Her voice caught, breaking off the memory of family camping trips. 

“Hey,” Val murmured, rounding the desk and spinning Lucy’s chair so she could crouch in front of her, “it’s alright Luce, what is it?”

She shook her head, wiping at the tears that had sprung to her eyes so unexpectedly.

Loneliness that had been twisting her stomach for days had finally knotted itself there, leaving her feeling sick and hurting. Jeff was gone. Their bed was half empty and cold. There was suddenly nobody there at her side, stealing subtle glances, knowing smiles, and the most tender of touches. 

It was like half of her had been ripped away and she had been left to bleed out. 

“I don’t--” She choked out through a sob, “-I don-- know if I can do this… not without him.”

Val squeezed her leg, waiting until she met her eye to shake her head, “It’s alright Luce, I know it’s hard. None of this is going to be easy, but you’ve got us, and you’ve got the boys. We’re all going to help you through this. Just tell us what you need?”

Throwing herself into work hadn’t helped. Sitting and processing hadn’t either. 

She wasn’t sure what else she could do. 

Lee’s grunt as he stood from the armchair drew her attention. He looked to her with a slight nod before looking to Val, 

“She needs time. We all just need some time.”

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Future Management Chapter 4

A/N: Hi, everybody! I’m so glad you guys are continuing to read and enjoy this! You are amazing and I love you! Please let me know what you think of this next part!

Pairing: Ben Hardy x fem!Reader

Summary: You and Ben Hardy had been together for the better part of a decade.  After hitting a rough patch, the two of you decide to end things. However, one small surprise keeps you two connected more than you thought.

Warnings: Um…not sure actually. Maybe some angst?

Catch Up:  Prologue (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/188795655663/future-management)  Chapter 1 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/188846514968/future-management-chapter-1) Chapter 2 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/188923255568/future-management-chapter-2) Chapter 3 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189095339763/future-management-chapter-3)

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You were woken up by a knock at the door.  You opened your eyes and noticed Eliza wasn’t there anymore.  You didn’t see Ben either, but you heard the door open.  

“Unkie Gil!”    

“Hello, Annwyl!”  You heard Eliza laugh hard as you imagined Gwil had picked her up and spun around with her.  

“Liza, sh, Mummy is still sleeping.”  

“But, Daddy!”  

“Maybe we should wake her up?”  

“Yeah!”  

You quickly closed your eyes as you heard them walk down the hallway into the living room.  

“Okay, but if she gets mad, don’t come crying to me.”  

You waited until you could feel Eliza’s breath on your face then you opened your eyes.  

“Boo!”  

Eliza fell back, laughing as though you were tickling her.  

“Mummy! We tought you were seeping!”  

You chuckled and pulled her into your lap, kissing all over her face.

“No, not when I heard Uncle Gwil was here!”  You looked up and smiled at Gwil.  

“Hi, Y/N,” Gwil leaned down and kissed your cheek.  

“Hi, Gwil, how have you been?”  

“Oh fine, fine, just working on a few things here and there.  Your new film looks phenomenal by the way.”  

“Thank you,” you saw Eliza sit up and stare at you.  She knew not to interrupt unless it was an emergency.  “Yes, Eliza?”

“Daddy said Unkie Gil is going to stay here for dinner!”

“Oh really?  That will be fun then, huh?  And what are we having for dinner?”  

“Well, actually,” Ben cleared his throat and drew your eyes to him.  “I um…I was hoping you and I could…maybe go to dinner.  And then Unkie Gil here could babysit.”  

That made your heart pound. Dinner?  Like a date?  Were you and Ben going on a date?  That couldn’t be what he meant.  

“Yay!” Eliza clapped her hands.

“Liza, sweetheart,” you looked at her. “Why don’t you go show Uncle Gwil that new picture Mommy gave you?”  

“Yeah!” Eliza got up and grabbed Gwil’s hand to lead her up to her bedroom to show him a picture you gave her of the New York skyline lit up at night on canvas.  

You waited until she was out of the room before you stood up and walked closer to Ben.  

“What do…?”

“Y/N, just, give me two seconds, please?”

You hesitated but nodded slowly.  

“I…I think…” Ben sighed. “I just think…the two of us should get some dinner.  Away from Eliza.  That way we can…hash out some things that we obviously need to.”  

You thought about it, and as much as you were nervous, he was right.  You two clearly had issues that you needed to talk about.  Without Eliza around.  The two of you usually just avoided some things, but after your screaming match, it was obvious you needed to get things out in the open.  

“Okay,” you said quietly. You watched as Ben’s face break out in relief.  

“Yeah?”  

“Yeah, alright, what time?”

“We could leave in about an hour?”  

“Alright, Jones,” you turned and started walking down the hallway.  “It’s a date!”  You called over your shoulder.  

You missed the smile on Ben’s face.  

You took a quick shower and then got dressed.  You decided on a three-quarter sleeved charcoal dress with lace sleeves.  It was one of your favorites.  You fixed your makeup, making it light and as natural looking as you could.  Your hair still looked good from the interview earlier, so that didn’t take much effort.  You slipped on a pair of red heels that made you feel sexy.  

You looked at yourself in the mirror one more time.  You took a deep breath.  You felt butterflies in your stomach like it was your first date with Ben all over again.

You came downstairs with about fifteen minutes to spare and heard Ben talking to Eliza.  

“And behave for Uncle Gwil, yeah?”

“Yes, Daddy!”  

“And don’t fall for the bedtime trick again?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Gwil joked back.  

You walked into the kitchen to see Gwil and Eliza sitting next to each other at the island.  Ben was leaning over the marbled countertop. All three of them looked at you.  

Eliza gasped.  “Mummy, you look petty!”  

You smiled at her and walked deeper into the kitchen.    

“Thank you, Lovebug. Now, you are going to listen to Uncle Gwil?”  

Eliza nodded.  “I will! I pomise!”  

“Okay,” you looked at Gwil. “Think you can handle this?”

“I’ll do my best,” Gwil shot you a wink.  

You finally looked at Ben.

He was dressed in a sky blue button-up.  That was all you could see at the moment, but it made his eyes appear brighter.  He gave you a big grin.  

“You’re right, Liza, Mummy does look pretty.”  

You bit your bottom lip to keep from smiling, but then looked at your daughter to hide your embarrassment.  

“Okay, Lovebug, give Mommy a kiss before we go.”  

Eliza hopped down from her seat as you bent down.  She ran into your arms and you gave her quick kisses.  You stood up with her in your arms.  

“Daddy! You get kisses too!” Eliza reached for Ben.  

Ben came closer and puckered his lips for a kiss, where Eliza placed a quick kiss.  You noticed that Ben was wearing navy blue slacks that made his legs look…

“Mummy and Daddy will be home after your bedtime, alright?  And only two stories from Uncle Gwil, don’t try to make him give you more.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Eliza glanced over a Gwil.  Behind Ben’s back, you saw Gwil hold up three fingers and wink.  Eliza nodded and giggled.  Ben turned to look at Gwil.  

“Alright, there’s leftovers in the fridge for dinner, you know the rest, yeah?”  

“Of course.  We’re going to have a lot of fun tonight, aren’t we, Liza?”

“Yes!”  Eliza grabbed for Gwil and you deposited her in his arms. “Bye, Mummy! Bye, Daddy! Love you!”

“We love you too, baby,” Ben walked over and gave her one more kiss to the head before turning to you. “Shall we get going?”  

You nodded, the butterflies still in your stomach.  

The two of you walked out to Ben’s car and he opened your door.  You blinked at him for a moment before getting into the passenger seat.  

“So, where are we going?” You asked, staring out the window, trying your hardest not to look at Ben.

“It’s a surprise,” Ben smiled slightly secretly.  You raised an eyebrow but didn’t question him anymore.  

“Y/N, I….I owe you an apology,” Ben said a bit later when you were almost into the city.  

You sighed.  

“Yeah, I um…I probably owe you one too.”  

“Alright, same time, ready? One…two…three.”

Neither of you said anything.  

“See, now I’m just disappointed in both of us,” Ben glanced at you.  You both started laughing.  

“You’ve still been watching that, huh?”

“Well yeah, it’s a great show,” Ben paused as he parked his car.  Once the car had stopped moving, he looked at you.  You couldn’t help but notice the sincerity in his eyes.  “I’m um…you know what? I’m better at showing than telling. So, let’s get some dinner,” Ben lifted one corner of his mouth.  Your favorite smile.  He then got out of the car.      

You stared at Ben for a moment and then looked down at your shoes. You figured that you should tell Ben the truth about Jackson.  If this dinner was about clearing the air, you owed him that. You grabbed your purse and reached to open the door, when Ben opened the door for you.  

That was when you noticed the restaurant.  

“Th…this is the restaurant you brought me on all of our wedding anniversaries,” You felt tears come to your eyes, and you couldn’t help it.  You hadn’t been here in four years, but you remembered the nights here.  

On your first anniversary, the two of you had shut the restaurant down, but paced yourselves because you weren’t sure how expensive the place was.  The next three you two had gotten drunk and had to take cabs home, making out in the back until you made it home for sloppy, drunk sex.  Your fifth anniversary never came.

“Do you remember the last time we came here?” Ben asked as if he could read your thoughts.  He offered you his arm and you somewhat reluctantly took it.  

You nodded, not trusting your voice at the moment.  

“That cab driver hated us,” Ben chuckled.  

You cleared your throat. “Well, we had drunk five bottles of wine.”

Ben hummed in agreement before he opened the door to the restaurant and gestured you inside.  

“Hello, table for two for Jones,” Ben told the man standing at the lectern.  

“Oh yes, Mister and Missus Jones, how are we this evening?”  

Your mouth went completely dry.  You hadn’t been referred to by that in a long time.  It made your heart throb agonizingly.  

“Quite well,” Ben didn’t seem to be fazed by it at all.  He placed his hand on the small of your back and gestured for you to follow the man. You followed him to your table and Ben pulled out your chair to let you sit.  

“Thank you,” you whispered to him.  Ben gave you a grin before he walked over to his own chair.  

“Do they still have good food here?”  You asked as you opened your menu, hoping your voice didn’t sound too rough.  

“I wouldn’t know.  I haven’t been here since our fifth anniversary.”

You frowned at him over your menu.  His eyes were glued to his own.    

“Ben, we didn’t have a fifth anniversary.”  

Ben looked up at you with a sad smile.  

“I know, but I already had the reservation.  I came here alone.”  

That broke your heart.

“Ben,” you started, not sure what exactly you were going to say.  

He shook his head.  

“Sorry, I didn’t tell you that to make you feel bad or anythi…”

“Good evening, and how are we doing?”  

“Oh…um…great.  Could we start with a bottle of the Riesling?”

He still remembered your favorite wine.  

“Of course, sir, I’ll be right back.”  

Ben watched the waiter go, and then looked back to you.  

“Anyway, Y/N, I just…I wanted to come here because we had such great times here and I…I think we should…work some things out.”  

“Like what?”  

Ben took a breath when the waiter came back with the wine.  He poured you each a glass and then placed the bottle into the ice bucket.

“And are we ready to order?”

The two of you quickly looked through the menu and ordered.  

“So,” you started after the waiter went away again.  “you wanted to work on things?”  

Ben nodded and took a sip of the wine.  

“Yes, I…um…I feel…I feel like we can…be friends again.”  

You tilted your head to the side.  It felt like he was holding something back.  

“Friends?  You don’t think we’re friends now?”  You made a disbelieving face at him.

Ben chuckled through his nose and shook his head.  

“I mean, when was the last time we had a conversation that didn’t revolve around Eliza?  Or wasn’t a fight?”  

You tilted your head and thought for a few moments.  “Huh, actually, I’m not sure.”  

“Exactly.  We’ve got four years of each other’s lives to catch up on.  So, tell me about New York.”

You snorted. “Really?  You want to hear about New York?”  

“Of course I do,” Ben replied, focusing on you.  He seemed so genuine that you started talking about New York.  The lights, the people, the way the air changed when one of the ball teams was doing well.  Ben asked you to remind him about all the teams there.  

“…and then there’s the soccer team....”  

You caught Ben’s smirk and a slight eyeroll.  

“What was that?”  

“Nothing, just…remember where you are.”

You clicked your tongue against your teeth.  “Really? Calling me out for being American?”

“I’ve already got Eliza calling it ‘football’,” he said with a shrug.  

You gasped dramatically and put a hand on your chest.  “You’ve tainted her! I already caught ‘Mummy’ and ‘chips’.  What else have you lied to her about?”  

“I’m not lying to her.  I’m teaching her the Queen’s English.  Proper English.”  

The two of you jokingly bickered back and forth about America vs Britain.  It felt was fun.  Something that would’ve happened early in your relationship.  

“Mister and Missus Jones?” The waiter asked.  

You both looked up at him.

“Dinner is served,” he placed your meal in front of you and then Ben’s meal in front of him.  

“It looks delicious. Thank you so much,” you smiled at the waiter.  He gave you a gentle smile back, nodded at you both, and then left.  

“How’s your mom?” You asked as you placed your napkin on your lap.  

“She’s doing well, she’d like to see you while you’re here.”  

You nearly dropped your fork and glanced up at him.  “Sh…she what?”  

Ben frowned at you. “Do you not want to see her?”

“Of course I want to see her! I just…didn’t know she would want to see me.”  

“She loves you.  She was heartbroken when I told her we were getting…when we broke up.  Maybe you and Eliza could go over for tea sometime before you go,” Ben said nonchalantly.

“Yeah, maybe,” you replied quietly.  “So how has London changed?”  

The two of you continued your conversation through dinner and nearly 2 bottles of wine.  You were laughing and catching up.  It was like coming home.  It almost made you feel like this being friends thing could work.  And then maybe you could…

“And have we thought about any pudding?”  The waiter came back again.  

“Oooh, pudding?”  

Ben snickered, somewhat tipsily and took your hand.  “Love, pudding just means dessert, remember?”  

You pouted at him. “So, no pudding?”  

“’Fraid not, but if I remember correctly, you do enjoy their treacle tart,” Ben looked up at the waiter. “We’ll split that.”  

The waiter nodded at you and Ben and then walked away.  You looked at Ben, but he was looking at your hands.  He started rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb and you watched him. You knew that you should pull your hand away, or tell him to stop, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do either of them.  Ben glanced up at you, almost making sure that what he was doing was okay, and then back to your hands when he realized you were watching him too.  He gently flipped your hand over and traced the lines on your palm.  It sent a shiver down your spine.  

“I think that’s your love line,” Ben murmured, tracing one of the lines.  

You giggled.  “You have no idea, do you?”  

“No, I don’t,” Ben chuckled but continued tracing your palm.  He moved his fingers to your wrist.  “Your heart’s beating a little fast, Y/N.”  

Of fucking course it is, you thought as Ben’s finger circled around your wrist.  He met your eyes again, then pulled your hand up and brought it to his lips.  Your breath hitched and your skin seemed to be burning from where Ben’s lips were touching you.  

“B…Ben,” you swallowed.

He hummed and placed another kiss to your hand.  “If you want me to stop, I’ll stop.”  

You didn’t.  You didn’t want him to stop ever.  

“Pudding!”  

Did this waiter have timing or what?  The two of you jumped away and Ben dropped your hand.  The waiter put the dessert in the middle of the table with two forks.  

“Do we need more wine?” He asked cheerfully, pulling the now empty wine bottle out of the ice bucket.  

The two of you exchanged a glance.  You knew if you drank another bottle, you should take a cab home.  If you took a cab home, who knew what would happen.  You knew Ben got more touchy the more he drank.  Maybe you both would let your guards down and actually have a conversation that you needed to.  

Ben broke eye contact with you and pulled his phone out of his pocket.  

“Nothing from Gwil, and Eliza should be asleep by now.  I think we could do one more.  What do you think, Love?”  

“We’d need somebody to drive us home,” you warned.  

Ben raised an eyebrow at you, nearly daring you to answer the question.  

You looked up at the waiter.

“Yes, please.  We’ll do another bottle.”  

[black-dragon1998]

Going shopping

chapter 3 ‘Out of the box way of starting a family’ part 1- part 2

Lena and Kara go shopping. Lydia isn't really happy about it.

“Mommy, no don’t go! Don’t want you to go!” Lydia was sobbing, with big tears rolling down cheeks, about her mother’s going out for the first time without her and she wasn’t having it one bit. She had attached herself to Lena’s leg, and the new mother was at a loss with how to deal with her whaling daughter.

“Lydia sweetheart…” Lena tried to get Lydia’s attention, but it was no use, the little girl wasn’t having it and started sobbing louder.

“don’t go! Don’t wane be alone.” Lydia's voice started to pitch higher with every sob, up until now she had been speaking in a soft sobbing voice, but the longer the tantrum was going at the more hysterical Lydia was getting. Lena really hoped Kara would be back soon with Alex and Sam. With a little effort, Lena managed to pry her daughter from her leg and lift her up in her arms. Lydia immediately took the opportunity to lodge herself onto Lena’s neck and hold tight.

“a chroi, mama and I aren’t leaving you. We are coming back; we just have to go out for a little while to get some stuff for your room. You would like it to have some more things in there besides a bed, right?” Lena tried to get Lydia’s attention away from the thought that she and Kara were abandoning her like Lena ore Kara would ever have that cross their mind. 

“Wouldn’t you like to show Ruby your room after you got all the new stuff. Mama and I are even going to call you and aunt Alex so you can choose your own stuff. the reason why both her mothers were going to go away seemed to sink in with Lydia.“new toy?” came her tiny voice, a little gruff from all the tears.

“yes, a chroi, new toys and a new bed and new dresser and maybe even a bookcase.” Lydia seemed to have calmed down, well she was no longer burring her face in Lena’s neck. The young mother was going to take every win she was going to get.

“fow stowies!” the toddler’s mood has taken a full 180 and was back being her joyful self.

“mommy, hungwy!” Lydia pouted, at moments like this Lena could see where she was Kara’s daughter. Nobody could copy the famous Danvers pout like that without being at least the littlest bit genes running through her veins. That and the fact the girl could seem to eat at all hours of the day, just like her mother.

“well, why don’t we make you something to eat then, while we wait for mama to come home.” Lena said as she put her daughter on the ground and started walking toward the kitchen. She was shortly followed by Lydia running inside the room and stopping just beside the sink, looking up at Lena with a smile.

“what do we do, before we eat?” Lena asked pretending to be in deep thought, knowing what should happen.

“washing hands.” Came Lydia’s immediate response.Kara was walking inside the apartment, followed by her sister who she had picked up from the DEO, so she could look after her daughter.

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“so, Lena texted me saying that Lydia wasn’t taking it so well that she and I were going to go out without her, so be prepared for that,” Kara warned her sister the moment they stepped into the apartment.

“I figured as much with how nervous you were after reading your text from Lena. It is going to be okay Kara. It is normal for a baby off Lydia’s age to be attached to her parents like that. Sam and I are going to do everything we can to make things go as smooth as possible.” Alex tried to reassure her baby sister,

She still found it funny how adorable her little sister looked when she was stressing out about her daughter, she could only imagine how Lena was doing.Alex had noticed that Lena had a lot more insecurities when it came to being a mother, witch Alex found almost ridiculous seeing how good Lena was with the baby, but Alex could understand were Lena was coming from, the Luthor’s weren’t the best example of how to be a family

.Alex was walking in after Kara, so she only heard a squeal before she saw her sister visibly stumble back, now with her niece in her arms. Apparently, the girl was stronger than she looked.

“Mama!” Lydia had locked herself around Kara’s neck and from the grip she had around it she didn’t seem keen to let go. Over her shoulder, she looked at Alex and gave her a big smile and waved. In her turn Alex smiled too and waved back.Kara’s fears were quickly put to rest when Lydia began to tell her about how she and mommy had made lunch and that she was going to get new toys and books. Lydia kept talking as Kara walked into the kitchen and walked closer to Lena.

“you are an amazing mother.” Kara whispered into Lena’s ear before placing Lydia in her highchair and giving her the sandwich Lena was preparing.

“not bad yourself, Danvers.” Came Lena’s smart reply. That was easier for her than accept Kara’s words for truth.she couldn’t dwell on them for long because their daughter was getting impatient. Another reminder that she was Kara’s daughter, she couldn’t wait for her food long enough without pouting.

“ha, Kara this shows she really is your daughter,” Alex says while she watches Lydia devour the sandwiches Lena had made for her, next to her Kara was eating in the same manner. This earned her a pout from her sister and a chuckle from Lena.Not the first time she had wondered if it was possible for Kara to eat more than she already did. Lena gave both Kara and Lydia a kiss on the head before giving Alex a beer out of the fridge.

“How come Sam isn’t with the two of you?” Lena asked Alex. Wondering if something had happened.

“Sam will be later. Something at L-Corp that needed handling and then she and Ruby would come over here to help me watch the little monster.” Alex says while tickling Lydia who squills and starts laughing.she had come a far way already with being touched. First, it was only Kara and Lena who could hold her without her started sobbing. Over time Alex was able to pick her up and soothe her, after came Sam and late Ruby. Those were really the other people Lydia trusted so far, she tolerated the super friends and Eliza but stayed always close to one of them.

 Not 30 minutes later the doorbell rang and in came Sam and Ruby with a bunch of movies. Just like with Alex, Lydia smiled and waved hello but further didn’t say anything.Kara and Lena prepared themselves for their trip separately, so that one of them would be with their daughter if the scenario from before should repeat itself. Luckily for them Lydia didn’t start sobbing again when she was transferred from Kara’s hold to Alex as she and Lena put on their coats. Lydia did look sad but with a quick kiss from both Lena and Kara and a promise that she would see both later and to have much fun with Alex, Sam and Ruby they left the apartment.

 It went well for the first 10 minutes; she didn’t want Alex to sit her down on the couch to watch a movie. Lydia clung to her and whimpered. Instead of prying her from around her neck, Alex sad down on the couch with Lydia on her lap. In the meantime, Sam and Ruby set up a movie to help distract her.

“What movie do you want to watch?” Ruby asked smiling at Lydia. This caught the little girl’s attention.

“wion king!” the two grown women had to laugh at this, another prove she was a Danvers. Her love for Disney movies. Ruby herself seemed excited.When the movie was started up Ruby and Sam joined Lydia and Alex on the couch.  Ruby sat between Alex and Sam. Lydia snuggled further into Alex’s lap.

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 Alex’s phone goes off almost one hour after Kara and Lena left. When Alex looked at the device, she saw it was a face time call from Lena. When she answered Lena smiling face popped up.

“Lena? Why’d you called? Something wrong?” Alex asked in confusion. The mention of her mother’s name caused Lydia’s head to pop up from were she had started resting it against Ruby’s shoulder halfway through the movie.“Mommy!” Lydia crawled her way up Alex’s body and pressed her cheek against her aunt’s. this made everybody laugh.

“hey, a chroi. Having fun with aunt Alex and Sam?” Lena asks her daughter. Who nodded vigorously, smiling.

“wion king!” Lydia giggled. Making Ruby laugh too. The little girl had been watching enthusiastically and had almost cried when Mufasa died.

from where Alex was looking, she could make out a couple of stuffed toys, guessing they were in a toy store ore a furniture store.

“if nothing is wrong, why did you call?” Sal asked coming into view.

“promise! Promise!” Lydia clapped her hands. Both women looked at her with razed eyebrows. Lena only chuckled.

“I promised her I would call so she could choose what we brought home for her,” Lena explained.then Kara came into view with what looked a stuffed lion.

“mama! Wion!” Lydia grabbed the phone and hold it close to her face. Her mother’s giggled.

“hey little one, are you being good for your aunts and Ruby,” Kara was almost unable to see her sister and girlfriend anymore. For the reaction Lydia had over the stuffed animal Kara was holding she immediately put it in the shopping cart.

After that Lena took over the phone to go over the furniture Lydia would like to have in her bedroom. Then they went to the book section to pick a couple of books. To all women’s surprises, Lydia chooses a book that didn’t contain any pictures and was considered for older children. But when they tried to go for another one, up came the famous Danvers pout.Later when that situation was resolved, the two women made their way toward the counter and ended the phone call with a promise to be home quick.

“I don’t about you, but it looks like our daughter takes after her mommy when it comes to style.” Kara jokes when she looked at the even coloured bed sheets. Lena had to admit it was sheets she would choose herself.  It made her blush, thinking her daughter took after her. On the other hand, her daughter had also asked for some supergirl themed pyjama and a blanket with the supergirl signal on. She also wanted a stuffed wolf next to her stuffed lion that was already in the cart.They also picked up car seat, another highchair and a playing pen for if she would ever need to go with Lena to L-Corp or with Kara to the DEO. 

After the call was ended, Alex put her phone away and saw Lydia rub her eyes and yawning. She started stroking the little girl back, Lydia started burying her face in Alex’s blouse before closing her eyes.Sam looked at her girlfriend and couldn’t help but smile. Alex looked so good with a baby on her chest sleeping. ‘maybe another baby in the family isn’t that bad.

’When Alex was sure Lydia was out cold, she went to place her in her little bed so she could take a proper nap, giving her forehead a kiss before leaving the room, shutting the door not completely, for if she would wake up they could hear her.

Back in the living room, Ruby had also fallen asleep on her mothers’ shoulder. Sam stroked her daughter’s hair waiting for Alex to return. Letting her mind drift back to the time that Ruby was still a baby. some days she missed holding a little bundle of joy in her hands.

When Alex walked back into the Livingroom she couldn’t help but smile when she saw her little family. She took a seat the other side of Sam, so not to disturb Ruby.

“you look adorable with Lydia on your chest,” Sam whispered into Alex ‘s ear. This made the other woman smile.

“you think. She is quite cute.” Alex responded.

”what would you think of having one of our own?” the question surprised Alex. She had toughed about children before. It was the reason why she and Maggie had broken up after all. When she got together with Sam desire had kind of changed when together with Sam Ruby also came. Alex adored the kid, she was smart. Sometimes to smart and stood up for what she believed in.

“well I think it is something we should discuss when we are at home, but I wouldn’t be against it I guess. Seeing Kara and Lena with Lydia makes me want to have a little one of our own.” Alex confesses resting her heads on Sam’s other shoulder. The other woman just hums but doesn’t respond and just enjoys the silence.

Part 4

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[margoshansons]

The Killing Kind (2/?)

Summary: Y/N helps Spiderman after the hoard of reporters won’t leave him alone. Something seems familiar about him, yet she can’t quite put her finger on it. When the rally ends, she receives a surprise visitor. 

Warnings: Mentions of Panic Attacks, Small Violence, mild Tony Stark related angst

Notes: There really isn’t too much plot here, because, like the movie, it takes a while to get into everything, but everything always comes back, so pay attention.

“And Thank you Spiderman!” May called from the stage, gesturing to the webbed superhero, who gave a small thumbs up before disappearing behind the stage with May. 

(Y/n) didn’t know how May was able to contact the slinging superhero, but she was thankful she did, it helped give the shelter more credit. 

“Thank you so much for coming out” (Y/n) announced over the mic, “Spiderman will be out in a few moments for pictures and questions.”

She ignored the groans coming from the press and continued to answer as many questions as humanly possible. 

“(Y/N)!” A childish voice reached her ears as a small mass collided into her legs, arms wrapping around her hips.

“Hey, Liv,” (Y/N) responded, returning the eight-year old’s hug. “How’s Mom and Dad doing?”

The child’s face broke out into a smile, “Mommy’s great! She just got a new job, so I don’t really see her all that much, but daddy takes care of me all the time.”

A chuckle escaped (y/n)’s mouth as the little girl continued to ramble on about her new home life. 

“How about you?” Liv asked, blue eyes sparkling, “Have you found a place to live yet?”

(Y/N) froze at the question, looking around to make sure nobody was listening before leaning down. “Can I trust you to keep a secret?”

The girl’s eyes lit up at that prospect and she nodded her head vigorously. 

(Y/N) leaned closer to whisper, “I’ve found a home too,”

“Really?” The girl broke out into a wide smile, “Where? Where? Where?”

(Y/N) hesitated. She hated lying to the girl she’d come to know over the past five years, but she knew her dad was probably sneaking around her somewhere, tapping her phone to listen in on her conversation. “Um, It’s a secret right now.” (Y/N) lied guilt pooling in her stomach at the frown on the little girl’s face.

“Oh,” Liv replied, all the excitement gone.

“But!” (Y/N) continued, an idea sparking, “It’s only a secret because I’m helping spiderman, and he doesn’t want anyone knowing where he works.”

“That’s so cool!” Liv exclaimed, “I’m gonna go tell Daddy that you know spiderman!”

(Y/n) smiled as the curly hair bounced away from her, running toward a dark-haired pair conversing with several more reporters desperate to gain more knowledge of how the Blip had ruined people’s lives.  

She still couldn’t believe it had actually happened. That Tony Stark was dead. That MJ had disappeared. That the Avengers were gone. 

Well, not gone, but they certainly weren’t anywhere to be seen. Not that she could blame them. The Blip had caused so many people to doubt their own safety, to doubt what they had been exposed to. People kept crying out for help in places they didn’t need it. No wonder the Avengers wanted a break. She guessed that’s why they recruited Spiderman.  Someone to keep the neighborhood safe. 

“No-no- please, um I’m not--” a familiar voice rang through her thoughts, pulling her toward the stage. It was Spiderman. And the hounding reporters. 

“Hey!” (Y/N) called, anger rising at the crowd of reporters enclosing Spiderman. She tore through them seamlessly, breaking through them until she landed directly in front of the webbed superhero. “Spiderman will not be taking any more questions for the rest of the night. Thank you.”

She grasped his wrist, leading him away from the reporters back behind the stage once more. 

“Hey,” She asked, her anger melting into concern, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I’m uh, absolutely fine, why wouldn’t I be?” Spiderman’s voice sounded eerily familiar, but she shoved that thought out of her head as she grasped his other hand. 

“Don’t let them get to you” (Y/N) urged, reminded of her father’s dealings with the paparazzi, “Reporters only want one thing: a good story. And local superhero becomes next Iron Man is the only one they’re pursuing now.”

“I’m not..uh..I’m not the next Iron Man” The masked caper replied, hesitancy littering his voice. 

A small smile crossed (y/n)’s face. “That’s good to know, we need someone like you protecting our streets.”

A small chuckle left Spiderman’s mask, and (Y/N) smiled at the sound. Hardly anyone had laughed since the Blip, and it was nice to hear it from the mouth of a superhero. 

“Look,” She continued, “I gotta go, but I want you to do something for me okay?” 

Spiderman nodded. 

“Breathe in for five seconds, hold for six, and exhale for seven,” (Y/N) explained, recalling the tactic she had been using since she was eight. “I want you to do to that three times okay?”

Spiderman nodded, and she released her grip on his hands, grabbing her bag and slinging it around her shoulder. 

She turned to walk away when she recalled a long-ago conversation with her father, regarding the fate of Tony Stark and the plans he had put into place. 

“For the record!” She called back, watching him stiffen, “I think you’d make a great Iron Man.”

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The bells had been dormant and the church empty for years before (Y/N) moved in. She knew it was the last place her father would look and the last place he expected her to be. 

After the unexpected drop in at the warehouse three months ago, she had spent the next few weeks trying to find a place her father would never think of. 

Dust flew from her feet as she landed on the ground, jumping from the scaffolding she always used to enter and exit the building. 

Grasping the duffel bag she had worn earlier, (Y/N) stuffed several shirts and jeans she was having trouble deciding upon. Since MJ wasn’t exactly the best person to ask for fashion advice, she hoped May would help make up for all those years her mother threw away when she dropped (Y/N) on her father’s doorstep. 

A chill ran through the church, sending the hairs on the back of her neck rising. She grit her teeth and set her jaw as the blue dagger manifested out of nothing. She grasped the bare handle and yelled, throwing it as hard as she could at the intruder, knowing exactly who had followed her here. 

“Well, that’s one way to greet your old man isn’t it?” Quentin Beck smirked, dodging the weapon, blue eyes gleaming. 

Part One Part Three

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AM Conversations : chapter 32

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 15 || CHAPTER 16 || CHAPTER 17 || CHAPTER 18 || CHAPTER 19 || CHAPTER 20 || CHAPTER 21 || CHAPTER 22 || CHAPTER 23 || CHAPTER 24 || CHAPTER 25 || CHAPTER 26 || CHAPTER 27 || CHAPTER 28 || CHAPTER 29 || CHAPTER 30 || CHAPTER 31

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -4k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

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- you can send me questions and theories and comments. tbh they all make me SO SO SO SOOOO HAPPY! and make me want to write more! you can also tell me if there are things you WANT to happen. you never know, i may add it :P

- note for this chapter: i got a few requests like a trip to ireland to meet their parents and casual dates... and they were ideas I had already planned so yay haha we think alike! more of that date in next chapter. and theyll be going to his parents’ for christmas so ill write that too (all planned already lol) PLEASE tell me if its getting boring okay? thank you!

Chapter 32 : His chapter

NIALL

When my phone rang again, I was laying on top of Liv, kissing her slowly and deeply. I could feel myself still hard from going down on her and the way her hands moved on my body only amplified my libido. Her fingers ran down to the small of my back before reaching my butt over my boxers and without thinking, I bucked my hips against hers.

"Maybe you should answer the phone." she let out in a whisper, her lips brushing against mine.

"If it's her again i'm gonna be pissed." I admitted low, making Liv chuckle,.

If I only listened to myself, i'd keep kissing her all day but I just groaned and kept my eyes closed, trying to decide if I should just let it ring or get up and answer. It took me too long and it stopped ringing, probably letting the call reach my voicemail, and I smiled against her lips.

"Oops?"

She chuckled but I quickly pressed my lips back against hers, deepening the kiss immediately and closing my eyes again, focusing on her hands and the way her lips fitted perfectly with mine. I knew out bodies would too. It was so obvious to me now.

My phone rang again and this time, my girlfriend laughed while we were kissing. I pulled away and let my eyes roam on her face before sighing low.

"I don't care, i'm not answering."

Once again, I dipped my head down to kiss her, rubbing myself very slightly between her legs trying to get a release I was not sure I wanted to reach now. It took only a few seconds after my phone stopped ringing for it to start again and this time, I groaned in Liv's mouth before pulling away a bit, opening my eyes to meet hers. There was only one person who would insist and I knew that they'd keep calling until I'd pick up. Liv raised her eyebrows and her lips curled.

"Your mommy."

I raised my nose up, knowing she was most likely right and reluctantly, I peeled my body off of hers, getting off the bed to search through my pants. When I turned around, I notice Olivia smirking at me and raising her eyebrows up.

"That was a very nice view, can you bend down again?"

I chuckled and shook my head, raising my eyebrows at her.

"And you call me a pervert." I pointed out, making her chuckle before finally answering my phone. "Hey ma."

I stayed motionless, facing Liv as I chatted with my mother and noticed the way she was looking at me. I didn't know why but I liked it and when I finally hung up, I moved my hands up with a smile.

"What?" I just asked, making her chuckle low as she glanced down at my boxers.

"It's just... I really made a mess out of your boxers." she chuckled before pressing her lips hard together.

I frowned but looked down, noticing the wet spot on my boxers and suddenly realizing I had been standing between her legs only a few minutes ago after going down on her. I looked up with a smirk, raising my eyebrows and laughing a little.

"It's only the proof of the effect I have on you." I pointed out with a shrug, still smirking. I put my phone on the bedside table and turned back to her. "Now you can't deny it... ever."

I crawled on top of her and she started laughing.

"Why would I ever deny it?" she asked in a low tone as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

I smiled even more and kissed her, staying over the covers while she was laying under them. I felt attracted to her like a magnet and even if I knew it was a stupid comparison, it was exactly that. I couldn't be away from her for too long and anyway, I didn't want to. It took me so long to realize my feelings for her, I just wanted to make up for lost time.

"What did your mom want?" she finally asked after a while, her lips briefly parting from mine.

I didn't want to tell my mom that I had a new girlfriend over the phone and the fact that she knew Olivia and have for decades made things even more important to announce, or it seemed.

"Remind me to be there for Christmas." I chuckled. "As if i'd forget something like that."

I stopped talking and felt my heart jump in my chest before pulling slightly away to look in her eyes. My gaze dropped to her lips and she immediately licking them. Fuck, I loved that, and it turned me on more than it should.

"Now that I think about it, we could spend so much time together in this room that we'd literally forget Christmas."

Her lips curled into a fond smile as her fingers started playing with my hair. Her touch was extremely soft and gentle and I felt goosebumps appear on my back.

"We definitely could." she admitted in a whisper. "But don't worry, we'll get out of here long enough for you to go to your mother's for a few days."

She chuckled again and it made me smile even more.

"How about you come with me?"

Her lips parted, her eyebrows raised, and the look she sent me amused me more than it should have. I didn't want to be separated from her for the holidays and it would be our first Christmas as a couple.

"My mom is doing a big Christmas dinner and my dad will be there too, and probably my brother." I added with a small shrug. "We could tell them in person, what do you say?"

I could read fear but also excitement in her eyes and I waited, motionless, until her lips curled and she moved up on her elbows to reach my lips with hers.

"Then we can go see your parents for an other few days if you want." I added, taking her bottom lip between my teeth and biting it a bit, making her whimper. "You haven't seen them in a while."

I knew her parents had moved back to France a few years ago and even if she kept in touch with them through skype, I knew she missed them a lot. I remembered catching her crying one time while we were on tour, after she talked with them, and although she had never explicitly told me that it was why she was crying, she had literally spent half an hour sobbing in my arms.

She brought her hands on my cheeks and sent me a fond smile, making my heart twist lightly in my chest.

"Thank you."

She whispered the words but I could feel how grateful she really was and it made me smile. I have always wanted my best friend to be happy but now, it became the most important thing for me. I thought about the comments I had seen under that ridiculous online article and it made my heart twist in my chest. Sometimes, I couldn't believe how mean people were. And wrong, too.

"What do you think your parents will say?" she asked, raising her nose up in a grimace. It was cute and it made my smile grow.

"About us together?" I just asked, raising my eyebrows, a smile still on my lips.

"Yea, do you think they're gonna like me?" she wondered in a very low and juvenile tone.

"Are they gonna.. what?" I chuckled with a frown, amused by her question. "Liv, they already know you, they've known you for two decades, they love you!"

She shrugged a shoulder, looking up at her fingers in my hair.

"That doesn't mean they'll like me as your girlfriend."

I didn't know why she was scared but I didn't want her to be. I sighed low and licked my lips, waiting until her eyes would meet mine.

"Olivia, look at me."

Slowly, her gaze moved to meet mine and she licked her lips nervously. I watched the way the tip of her tongue ran gently between her lips and it made me realize that I love this habit of hers.

"You make me happy, you always have, and my parents know that, and they love you." I pointed out, waiting about a minute until she simply nodded. "Can I book our flight?"

This time, she chuckled and nodded more before I bent down and kisses her lips in a peck. I pushed myself off of her and got off the bed, looking for a paid of pants and a shirt.

"Maybe you should wear clean boxers." she proposed with a short laugh.

I raised my nose up with an amused smile and shrugged.

"Naa, it's okay this way." I let out. "Just a nice reminder of my skills, 'ts all good."

It took only half a second before I felt a pillow hit the side of my face and lost my balance as I was trying to put my pants on.

"What the..."

I didn't trip but it was close and I looked up at her with a big smile. She was smiling too, her eyes smaller and her nose up again.

"You're so pretentious!" she let out, making me laugh as I finally pulled my shirt down on my chest.

"What?" I asked, raising my hands slightly up. "It's the truth!"

"Shut up, Horan!" she groaned, making me laugh even more.

"Okay dress up! I'll make coffee!"

With one last smile, I left the room and walked to the kitchen, making coffee and leaning against the counter, crossing my arms until I felt my phone vibrate in the pockets of my sweatpants. I quickly grabbed it and read the message I got, losing my smile slowly. She entered the room at the same time and I put my phone back in my pockets, looking up at her.

"Can we talk?"

She frowned but nodded, sitting at the table as I poured coffee in two mugs. I placed one on the table for her and sat in front of her with mine, both my hands wrapped around the cup.

"Niall, you're stressing me." she admitted in a low tone. "You're not breaking up with me, are you?"

I frowned in surprise, not really understanding why she would believe that after the way I acted with her only a few minutes ago, and finally shook my head.

"No! Liv, why would I..." I leaned a bit on the table and raised my eyebrows again, looking in her eyes. "It took me decades to admit to myself that I'm in love with you, I wouldn't ruin it now."

Her smile was half embarrassed and half grateful and I smiled back.

"I just..." I sighed and shook my head. "Remember the trip I told you about? In Asia?"

She frowned and shrugged, staring at me.

"Yea of course, it's all you could talk about for a while. Leave for Asia and travel with barely any money?" I nodded and she did the same. "What about it?"

"We're supposed to leave in a few weeks."

She frowned more and chuckled a bit, her lips curling.

"Yea, I remember that, too."

I pressed my lips together and looked down at my cup of coffee. Of course, I didn't want to be away from her but at the same time, I had planned this and was really excited to go. I would invite her but I didn't want to impose someone else in this trip. I had almost forgotten about it but then again, I forgot many things in the past 12 hours. I was also scared of what she would say. I knew how Olivia the best friend would react, but I had no idea what Olivia the girlfriend would do.

"And, you're okay with that?"

This time, she laughed and took a sip of her coffee. I loved the way her eyes moved up when she smiled sincerely. I loved her smile. I loved her eyes. I loved her.

"Of course, it's what, two months?"

"6 weeks." I rectified.

"6 weeks, good." she shrugged. "We'll have many weeks after that, and you'll keep in touch, right?"

"Every single day, I promise."

I slid my arm on the table and turned my palm up, making her smile more. She tilted her head and her fingertips brushed on my palm before I grabbed her hand, rubbing my thumb softly against her skin.

"Then I don't see a problem." she just expressed in a low tone, making me squeeze her fingers again.

We stayed like that for a while, just enjoying each other's company, and I tried to think about all the times I was separated from hers. The world tours were the worst and although I had seen her a few times during them, we were so busy and tired that I felt like I could barely enjoy the fact that she was around. Last tour was better but there was one thing that I knew, and it was that being away from her again and especially now would be fucking hard.

"I'm gonna miss you." I confessed in a very low tone, staring at our hands together.

"Me too, but you'll have fun. It's an amazing experience." she added, squeezing my fingers too. "And we can face time."

I nod slowly and we stay in silence again for a few minutes as thoughts start invading my mind. It was ridiculous to worry about it now and I was not the kind to be anxious, especially not about things like that.

"You know what?" I finally let out a bit louder, making her look up at me with an a funny smile. "How about I take you on a date? A proper one. Dinner, movie, coffee..."

This time, she burst into laughter and moved closer to me, leaning on the table. Her eyes seemed to sparkle and it made me smile, too.

"Dinner, movie, coffee?" she repeated with an other laugh. "We do that all the time!"

"Fine then!" I admitted, knowing I couldn't say the opposite. "Burgers, arcades and pub, how's that?"

She shook her head, her lips still curled up, and leaned back against her chair, staring at me. I wanted to be alone with her and bring her on a proper date, the way I did with the other girls I dated. She deserved it, she deserved even better, but she was right. We couldn't pretend we had just met or that we weren't used to spend time together because we were

"You're such a romantic guy, Niall James Horan!" she joked.

"Okay how about going to a museum first? I could kiss you in front of your fave Dali painting."

Her traits softened and her smile faltered slightly. She moved our hands and brought her other one on the table, around mine. I felt her cold fingers against mine and raised my eyebrows.

"That... actually sounds like a good idea." she let out gently and low as she played with my fingers again.

I slid my other arm on the table to grab her hands in mine tightly.

"It's a date then." I whispered, making her look up in my eyes. "Be ready at four. I have a few things to plan for my trip but i'll pick you up."

"You're gonna drive me home so I can get prepared?" she asked jokingly, making me chuckle and frown.

"Of course, i'm a gentleman!"

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I decided to dress casual for the date but I couldn't help but wonder the whole time I drove to her house if I shouldn't have put on something else. I didn't know why this date felt so important and special but I wanted it to be perfect. I parked in the street and rang her doorbell, opening the door quickly when she answered and running upstairs, skipping a few stairs on my way. When she opened her door, I sent her a smile, and my eyes moved down to look at what she was wearing. A simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt, just like me. I brought my eyes up to her face and sent her a bigger smile.

"You opted for the simple outfit, too?"

"Of course," she shrugged with a smirk. "Didn't want you to think you had a chance to bring me in your bed tonight."

I let out a laugh as she stepped out of her apartment and locked the door.

"No hope for you to sleep at my place then, is that it?"

She turned around and seemed slightly surprised when she realized how close we were. I looked down at her, letting my eyes roam on her face. Her lips curled very slowly and she finally licked them.

"No." she insisted, making me laugh again. "And no kiss after the date either."

"Yea?" I asked in a murmur, raising my eyebrows. "What about before the date, then?"

I took a step closer and she took a step back before I trapped her body between mine and the door. She didn't answer but slowly, I dipped my head down until my lips reached hers. Her yes closed suddenly and I kissed her, pressing my body against hers and slipping my tongue in her mouth. She didn't touch me but I brought one of my hands up, running my fingertips on her jaw, and smiled again when she whimpered in my mouth.

"Would you rather go back inside?" I asked in a whisper, smirking more. "We can spend the evening in your bed if you prefer."

I felt my whole body throb at that thought and brought my lips back on hers to kiss her even deeper this time. It was insane the effect she had on my body and I let my fingers run on her neck and down her side.

"Niall..." she let out in a mix of a whimper and a whisper.

"Yes petal?"

She brushed her lips against mine and I could swear I saw her quiver from a shiver crossing her back. Gently, I rubbed my nose against her and her eyes fluttered open.

"Don't even think about it."

I let out an other chuckle and took a small step back, reaching for her hand and intertwining our fingers before pulling her with me. I knew she enjoyed museums and I was also aware I was bringing her to one she had visited many times before. I paid for our tickets and when we walked inside, she handed me one of her earphones, making me frown.

"Do it. Classic music and visual arts just fit so well together, trust me."

I followed her around, just looking at pieces of art that I didn't understand and others that brought different feelings inside me that I couldn't seem to explain. I tried to let my eyes roam on the painting while my ears focused on music from Tchaikovsky or Chopin and when we entered an other room, she stopped in front of a painting and stared. I squeezed her fingers tighter and after a few seconds, she turned to me, making me smile.

"Morning Ossification of the Cypress." I just read out loud after moving my upper body closer to the painting. "What does that painting mean to you?"

She turned to look at it with a smile and finally looked back at me.

"That it doesn't matter how, where, and why you were born... you can still become anything you want to be."

I frowned slightly at her and looked back at the painting for a minute or two.

"You don't have to see what I see, you can interpret it the way you want to."

Once again, I turned back to her and something hit me suddenly. She looked gorgeous, standing there, surrounded by pieces of art... yet she was the most precious of them all, as stupid and cheesy as it seemed. I didn't tell her, I just looked at her and moved my head down again to kiss her. She let me, her lips moving avidly over mine, and I felt her hand grab gently the front of my shirt. Every time we kissed, it brought in me a sensation of comfort and excitement, like it was something new but also something I was used to, at the same time. Nothing had ever felt like that before.

"I don't get why you like him." I pointed out after we pulled away, making her raise her eyebrows. "Salvador Dali."

"I don't like everything he does but some of his paintings are... meaningful. No one had his brain, his imagination was... unique."

I loved the way she was talking about it. She was not trying to convince me or anything, she was just explaining how she felt, and it's always been something I liked about her. It was easy to discuss with her. I stared at her a few more seconds, just taking her beauty in before sighing.

"Hungry?"

"Starving!" she laughed, grabbing my fingers again and pulling me toward the exit. We laughed as we walked to the first fast food place we saw and quickly ate our burgers and fries, sitting on uncomfortable chairs and laughing at a few memories.

"Oh, remember that time you tried to shoot for a goal but you ended up just hitting Aiden in the balls!" I asked, my mouth full.

She groaned and rolled her eyes. I remembered she had a crush on him and had blown all the chances to date him she could have had.

"Remember when I caught you masturbating?" she said with a smirk, using iut as a pay back.

I smirked back and leaned my elbows on the table.

"Remember when I caught you masturbating?"

"Way too well." she mumbled, making laugh more,

I stopped after a while and looking down at my hand, nibbling on my bottom lip.

"You know, it was really hot." I confessed, intertwining my fingers and looking up at her. "You think you could do it again? I'd love to watch."

I saw her cheeks turn a soft shade of pink and it surprised me. She was not the kind to be embarrassed by anything sexual but just asking her if I could watch her masturbate was making her blush.

"I mean, only if you want to, you really don't have to-"

"Yes." she cut me quickly. "I can do that for you."

I raised my eyebrows in shock. It was not the answer I had expected, simply because of the talk about her body we had had before, but the thought of her touching herself right in front of me turned me on more than I thought it would. I wanted to watch her face and hear her moan. The image in my head was so exciting I squirmed on my seat and cleared my throat.

"I mean, if you come home with me tonight..."

"Let's start by this date, yea?" she just suggested quickly, getting up to throw what was left of our food away.

I helped her and we got back outside in the winter cold. It was already dark and it had snowed a lot, enough for the snowball fight I had in mind as soon as we'd get back to my house.

"How about a drink to warm us?" I proposed. "There's a pub not so far. I can teach you how to play pool."

She chuckled and rolled her eyes with a smile.

"I'll beat you."

"We'll see."

[pterodactylterrace]

Title: Guys Like You

Chapter: 3

Chapter Summary: You’re late for tea

Rating: 18+ for later chapters

Warning: Possible swear words, dirty thoughts, nudity

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Friday had been a strange day for Faye.  First, Henry wasn't on set. It took an embarrassingly long time for her to remember being told he had a few days off of filming.

Then, Mrs. Anderson sent her a strange series of texts asking about him. Sure, Faye had mentioned him a few times. Also, Briar was constantly going on about the man with the fluffy dog, so it made some sort of sense that she would ask about him. Not to mention Mrs. Anderson was always trying to find her a 'nice young man' to settle down with, so fixating on the one man she had mentioned wasn't that odd in retrospect.

Then, as she was pulling her beat up car into her driveway, she noticed an unfamiliar, shiny vehicle already parked outside. Maybe that was the new car Mr. Anderson had been dying for? Why would he park at her house instead of in his own drive a few doors down, though? Was it a surprise for Mrs. Anderson?

Now, she was walking into her house only to be greeted by a very excited, very large fluffball at the door.

"Kal?" That was definitely Kal. He was the only black and white Akita she knew with the habit of knocking his rear into her leg for attention, although his getup was rather strange. Why was Henry's dog in her house, and why was he wearing fairy wings, her daughter's dress up fairy tutu and at least a dozen mardi gras necklaces? Also, the floppy sun hat on his head was a nice touch. He seemed to enjoy having it on as well. That, or it was tied on too well for him to get off.

The dog's attire should have prepared her for when she looked into the living room. There sat Mrs. Anderson, her sun hat on along with one of Briar's scarfs and glow in the dark glasses perched above her regular seeing glasses. Next to her was Briar, her full fairy princess costume on, complete with wings, crown and a scepter, pouring pretend tea into the strangest guest's cup.

There sat Henry Cavill, cross legged on her living room floor, tiny plastic tea cup in his massive hand. On his head was perched a plastic crown, a feather boa wrapped around his thick neck, and if the sparkles were anything to go by, Briar had attacked him with her glitter body spray.

"Mommy!" Briar gasped, dropping her plastic tea pot and racing over to her mother, wrapping her arms around her legs.

"Hi, sweetie. What's going on?" Faye asked cautiously.

"You're late for tea." Henry replied, taking a pretend sip from his cup.

"I hope it's alright, dear. You did say he was a friend, and Briar seemed so fond of his dog, I didn't have the heart to turn him away." Mrs. Anderson explained.

"Uhh... yeah, it's fine." Faye mumbled, still taking in the sight before her, Kal and Briar rejoining the tea party as though nothing was out of the ordinary.

"My mistake. I thought we agreed on Friday." Henry apologized, pushing himself up. "We've only been here a little while. We can leave if you'd like."

"Oh, no. That's ok." Faye assured, finally setting her bag down, hastily turning over her sketch pad on the entrance table. Some things weren't meant for anyone other herself to see.

"I'll just be heading off then, Miss Warren." Mrs. Anderson excused herself, taking off her borrowed accessories and gathering her things. "You all have fun."

"So, uhh... how... how long have you been here?" Faye asked once she closed the door behind the older woman, quickly scanning the room to make sure nothing difficult to explain was in plain sight.

"Not long." Henry assured, sitting back down at Briar's insistent tugging, folding his long muscular legs back up as he settled on the floor in front of the coffee table.

"More tea!" Briar demanded, holding the cup up to his mouth, prompting him to take another pretend sip.

"You make wonderful tea, miss." Henry complimented, Briar preening in response.

"Mommy, you want tea?" Briar asked, a wide yawn cracking her little face.

"I would love some, sweetheart, but it's time for your nap." Faye pointed out.

"No! I wanna play tea!" Briar whined, plopping back on her backside in a pout.

"Briar." Faye warned, raising a brow at her.

"But... but... tea party!" Briar insisted.

"We can play more tea party after your nap. You're getting grumpy."

"No I'm not!" Briar insisted, her chubby face drawn into a scowl.

"That was grump right there." Faye pointed out, gently scooping up her cranky daughter. "Now let's go lay you down for a nap, and then we can play more tea party when you wake up."

"I don't wanna nap!" Briar yawned, rubbing her hazel eyes in an attempt to stay awake.

"You need one."

"I don't wanna nap, I'm tired!"

"Sound logic, my love." Faye sighed, settling her daughter into her bed, tucking her in with her favorite stuffed unicorn. The little girl was asleep before Faye even reached the door, curled up around her stuffie with her little tush up in the air.

"Sorry you had to see that. She really hates going down for a nap when she's having fun."

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to get her wound up." Henry apologized, removing the plastic crown from his head.

"Don't worry about it, she's just happy to have more guests at her tea party." Faye assured, picking up the plastic dishes and putting them back in the toy box.

"She was quite insistent we join, though I do think Kal enjoyed getting dressed up." Henry chuckled, beginning to remove the dog's costume.

"Good thing you agreed, otherwise you would have faced the wrath of Briar." Faye giggled, noticing the unicorn and rainbow stickers all over Henry's back.

"It was a pleasure attending her party. She is quite a wonderful host." Henry laughed, stowing the costumes back in the toy box. "Now, I do believe you requested help with a cake for our little party host."

"Yes, right this way." Faye waved, heading off to her tiny eat in kitchen. "What do we need?"

"Well... you have an oven, so that's a start. I brought the ingredients with me. Do you happen to have a cake pan?" Henry listed, opening the fridge and removing the bag he'd brought along.

"I have a glass baking pan." Faye offered.

"We will work with that." Henry agreed. "Now, measuring cups?"

"They are around here somewhere."

"Do you know how to use them?" Henry teased, setting the ingredients from the bag onto the counter.

"Vaguely. I just usually eyeball everything when I cook." Faye admitted.

"That won't work with baking. It's a science and the measurements have to be exact." Henry explained. "So, we'll start with the dry ingredients. Can you measure out two cups of flour?"

"I have no idea where the cup is. I have half a cup."

"Four of those, then." Henry absently mumbled, scanning over his mother's recipe card again. He glanced over to see her attacking the bag of flour with the measuring cup, wincing to himself as he watched. "Faye?"

"Mmhmm?"

"Forgive me for asking, but do you know how to measure flour?" Henry asked, cringing when she tried to smooth the top down with her hand, causing a flour explosion in her face.

"I'm guessing what I just did wasn't right."

"Not quite." Henry chuckled, stepping behind her, taking her hand in his and dumping the flour back into the bag. "You can use a spoon to sift it. Packed flour and unpacked flour are two totally different measurements." He explained, handing her a spoon and taking her other hand in his, showing her how to sift the flour into the measuring cup.

Faye tried to keep her cool and ignore the fact that Henry Cavill was pressed up behind her, holding her hands and showing her how to measure flour like it was the most natural thing in the world. Surely this was just some dream and if it was, no one had better wake her up.

"Got it?" Henry asked, turning his head to look at her, snapping her from her thoughts. Faye did her best not to stare at his lips, so close and yet so far away. She could just lean in...

"Yeah, got it." She quickly confirmed, forcing her attention back to the task at hand.

And so it went, Henry leading the way through the mysterious land of baking, Faye following blindly behind. He even let her lick the spoon when he was done with it, and he in no way stared in awe at the way her tongue moved around it. He was a gentleman, after all, and imagining what else that tongue could do would be highly inappropriate.

It wasn't until after the cake had been pulled from the oven to cool that Briar woke up, wandering into the kitchen with her now disheveled princess costume still on, her hair sticking out in strange angles as she rubbed her eyes.

"You're here!" Briar gasped, taking notice of the giant in the room and scurrying over to him, throwing her arms around his legs.

"Nice to know where I stand." Faye pouted as Henry scooped the girl up, her daughter not even glancing her way in favor of talking to Henry.

"Can we play dollies?" Briar asked, batting her thick dark lashes at him, her chubby lip sticking out in a pout.

"I've never played before, you'll have to show me how." Henry agreed, smiling down at the little girl held securely in his arm.

"Mommy, you look silly!" Briar giggled, finally looking over at her mother.

"That's not nice." Faye gently scolded.

"What on your face?" Briar asked.

"Mommy had an incident with the flour." Henry explained. Shit. Had she really spent the last hour, practically drooling over her guest with flour all over her face? She really should write a book on how to flirt. No doubt, it would be a best seller.

"I'm gonna go get cleaned up." Faye mumbled, her face heating up beneath the flour coating as she ducked her head and beelined down the hall.

"I'll be learning how to play dolls." Henry chuckled after her, carrying the toddler back to the living room so her mother could shower in peace.

Fifteen minutes later, Briar was still explaining the different names of her dolls and stuffed animals, piling each on top of Henry and resorting to stuffing them under Kal's paws when she ran out of room on her semi-willing captive. Faye cracked the bathroom door open and glanced to the living room to make sure her guest was thoroughly distracted before she slipped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped tightly around herself as she snuck down the hall to her bedroom, breathing a sigh of relief when she closed the door behind herself. She could almost convince herself he was interested in her with the couple times she'd caught him looking her way when he thought she wouldn't notice. No need to scare him off with her mom-bod now.

Sure, it hadn't been that hard on her figure. She wasn't left with the same saggy stomach her mother had after her pregnancies, but then again, her mother had carried two sets of twins almost to term. Talk about a superwoman. Though she did decide no more children after her younger brother and sister had been born.

"You keep giving me a two for one deal, I'm not doing this again!"

Good times. Good times. The wonders of having twins running strongly in your family. Faye had only given birth to one, but she still bore the stretch marks on her stomach and breasts, and the loose skin on her stomach had never really gone back to the way it was before.

Faye was shaken from her thoughts by her daughter's all too familiar exclamation coming from behind her. "Mommy, you're nakie!" She would never understand her daughter's near obsession with pointing out the fact that she was in fact, naked during and directly after showers, but it was without a doubt one of her favorite hobbies. Right behind tea parties if she had to guess.

"Wait, what? Oh!" That was not her daughter's voice. Faye's head snapped up to find Briar's chubby hand wrapped tightly around Henry's little finger, his other hand clapped firmly over his eyes. "I am so sorry! She wanted to get her stuffed dragon, I did not know this was your room!"

Faye snatched her towel off the bed and wrapped it around herself again, grabbing the dragon from the pillow and handing it off to Briar. The little girl happily took her dragon and led Henry back down the hall, not bothering with the door. The wonders of being young and innocent. She had no clue what she had just done.

Faye quickly shut the door herself, remembering to turn the lock this time, though it was a moot point by then. She threw on a tank top, leggings and her fluffy socks before forcing herself to venture back out. Henry was actually sitting on the couch this time, doing his best to focus on what the little girl was saying, though truth be told, his mind kept wandering back to the quick glimpse he had gotten of Faye's backside before he registered what was going on. It was even better than the glances he had gotten when she bent over in front of him to rummage through her make up bag. Nice and round, plump yet firm. The kind of ass you just want to squeeze as you're-

"So... " Faye started awkwardly, quickly breaking Henry out of his own head. "Lunch sound good?"

"Chocolate sandwiches!" Briar quickly suggested, hugging her stuffed bunny to her chest as she bounced around.

"It looks like I'm making chocolate sandwiches, though I could probably also manage a peanut butter and jelly."

"I wouldn't want to impose, though I did want to apologize again-"

"Accident's happen, but we are going to pretend that one didn't, ok?" Faye interjected. "So nutella or peanut butter and jelly?"

"Umm... either is fine."

"Briar, keep them company while mommy makes lunch, ok?" Faye suggested, going back to the kitchen before her false confidence faded. If he was on board with repressing and denying, so was she.

Now, only one questioned remained: Would Henry prefer his sandwiches cut into dinosaurs or puzzle pieces?

[glenncoco4]

Decisions, Decisions

A/N: For your smutty evening pleasure. Rated M. (Chapter 12 of Meant to Be)

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The little girl pulls the door open and runs onto the hardwood floor, stopping at the front desk. “Hi, mommy!”

Kensi looks up in shock at her daughter’s sudden appearance. Shaking herself out of her trance, she makes her way around the counter, meeting her girl with a great big hug. “Hi, baby!” 

The door opens once again and her breath catches like it does every time she sees him. Her mind briefly goes back to 3 months ago when Chloe had been abducted and how he went above and beyond to save their little girl. “What are you guys doing here?”

He smiles when he meets her eyes. “Well, we just got done with surf lessons and wanted to see if you’re up for lunch.”

She leans into his body as he wraps his arm around her shoulder and places a kiss to the top of her head. It’s crazy to think that up until 9 months ago he wasn’t even in their life and now here she is, wrapped in his arms where she feels most safe. “Let me see…sitting here and watching Iris swap spit with her new boyfriend or going out with my two favorite people. Decisions, decisions.”

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They had a nice family lunch at the beachside restaurant and brought Kensi back to the studio before her next class at 2. She and Marty chat for a few minutes about the little brunette’s surfing and how well she’s doing. It’s 10 minutes til two before the first swarm of clients start rolling in and they have to say their goodbyes.

He gives his love one more kiss before turning towards Chloe, who’s occupied with the exercise ball at the moment. “Alright, let’s hit the road, kiddo.”

“Aw, I wanna stay with mommy.”

“I do too but she has to work and you have to get some reading time in.”

The tall brunette’s brow furrows in question. He can’t be talking about Chloe Rose Blye, because she usually has to fight her tooth and nail just to get her to do her homework durning the school year let alone summer. “Reading time?”

The shaggy blonde turns to her, sending her a wink. “Yeah, she promised me that she’d read a chapter of her book if she could stay out in the water 30 more minutes.”

She can’t help her movements as she stride up to him and playfully grabs his ass. “DILF.” Little did she know that there were little ears within well ear shot. 

Chloe looks up at both her parents in question. “What’s a DILF?”

“Um, nothing it’s just a workout-yeah, it’s a workout.” The personal trainer doesn’t think she’s ever come up with a quicker response before. 

“Oh!” Unfazed by what’s going on around her, she wraps her arms around her mama’s legs in a tight embrace. “Bye, mama, love you!”

“I love you, too, baby.”

“What about me?” He pouts as his signature puppy eyes spread to his face. 

She stands up on her tip-toes, bringing her lips to his in a chaste kiss. “Yeah, I love you, too.”

His pout turns into a beaming smile at her words. No matter how many times he hears those words, his heart beats a million times faster when she says them. “I love you, too, baby.”

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They’re standing in the doorway of the dining room when she walks in after work. “Surprise!”

There’s what can only be described as ukulele music being played in the back ground and a spread of food laid out on the table. Some of which looks very unfamiliar to her. “What’s all this?”

“Dinner. You know the meal between lunch and breakfast.”

She rolls her eyes at her boyfriend literal explanation. “I know what it is you dork. I mean why is the table set? We never eat at the table.”

“Yeah, you see, Chlo and I had a conversation about that and well…we think it should be a regular occurrence.”

She looks both Chloe and Marty up and down, wondering how she missed their get ups the first time around. “Um, does someone wanna tell me why you’re both wearing leis and hula skirts?”

Before she can get an answer though, something on the wall catches her eye. “Marty, why is there a picture of Maui on the wall?”

The shaggy blonde looks down at his daughter with a questioning glance. “You wanna tell her or should I?”

“We’re going swimming with dolphins, Mama!”

“That’s nice..wait, what?”

He watches as her whole body stiffens up in shock, not sure if it’s out of happiness or anger. “Surprise?”

She shakes her self out of her daze and looks into his baby blues that hold nothing but truth. “Baby, what is she talking about?”

“Well, I kinda booked a vacation for us.”

“But-“

“And before you say anything, your parents said they would stop by and check up on the studio every once and awhile and Iris said she’d be happy to manage the business while we’re gone.”

“Wh-why?”

He closes the gap between them, holding her face in the palm of his hands.  His eyes meet hers and there’s a mixture of disbelief and love twirling around in her chocolate orbs. “Because you deserve to relax, baby. You’ve worked your ass off for seven years. No vacations, no time for yourself.” He wraps his arms around her neck, bringing her body into his. “You deserve the world, baby, and I will do everything I possibly can to give it to you.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

She has a death grip on his shirt, feeling like she’s not close enough to him. “Don’t start a fucking battle you can’t win.”

“Oooh, bad word!”

The redness rises to her cheeks as she pulls back from her love and looks over at their daughter who is already chowing down on some food. “Sorry, Chlo.”

“So, when do we leave?”

“Birthday week! 10 days. You, me and little nugget over there.”

“Oh, what did I do to deserve you?”

“Funny, I was just about to ask you the same thing.”

The little girl oblivious as to what’s going on around her is chomping away at her food, when she remembers what’s waiting for her. “Daddy, can I eat my ice cream now?”

“No, vegetables first, remember?”

“But, daddy.”

“Chloe Rose.”

“Okay.”

Kensi feels the flutter in her chest move southward. Leaning forward, she bring her lips to his ear letting out a small moan that only he can hear. “Todo sobre ti me enciende.” 

His eyes grow a shade darker at her proximity to him and the tone in her voice. “I honestly have no idea what you just said, but I know that I want to push you up against that wall right now and show you just how much I love you.”

Her eyes grow dark with desire at the image he just put in her head. She grabs his wrist and begins walking out of the dining room. “Chloe, you can have your ice cream now and go watch Frozen.”

“Really?” The little girl once again having no idea as to what going on around her other than ice cream and the thought of her favorite movie.

“Yeah. Mommy and daddy have to go clean the bathroom.”

“Kay!”

Once they hear the movie start and are out of their daughter’s view, Marty picks his girlfriend up and she reciprocate by wrapping her legs around his waist. Their lips devouring each others. “I’ve been thinking about your cock all day.”

He growls at her words, his dick now hard as a rock. Once he steps through their in suite bathroom, he locks the door and puts her down. The steely gray of his eyes is probably darker than they’ve ever been. ”Turn around.”

She bites her lip as the wetness drips down her leg. Doing as she’s told, she turns around, bending over the sink and locks eyes with him in the mirror.  She watches his every move as he pulls her running shorts slowly down her legs and comes eye level with her sopping wet pussy. He leans in closer and she can fill his warm breath ghost over her opening.

He locks eyes with her in the mirror for a minute before turning his attention back to his prize. His hands land on either cheek and he pulls them apart, giving him more access. 

“Fuck, Marty!” His lips land on hers and she can’t control her moan. He always knows just what she needs and there’s never been a better feeling.

“You taste so good, baby.”

She can feel his tongue moving up and down throughout her folds, lapping up her juices. Her aching clit begins to throb even more so, telling her that it’s about that time. 

“Come for me, baby.”

“I want you inside me.”

He realizes that they don’t have much time and he really needs to be inside her. Standing up, he unbuckles his belt and pulls down his pants. Her eyes lock onto his as he begins to pump his cock. He takes his stance right behind her, placing his dick at her entrance and coats it with her cream before sliding into her tight snatch. 

They share a moan as they become one.“Fuck!” 

It doesn’t take long before they’re both sent into nirvana. He thrust into one last time before pulling out of her and falling haphazardly onto the floor. 

She’s pulled down with him, curling into his side as they both try to catch their breath. “We’re really going to Hawaii?”

“We really are.”

“Please tell me we have a two bedroom cottage or something.”

“2 bed/2 bath. Why?”

She runs her hand up his shirt and begins to drag her nails across his stomach. “Well, seeing as though I want to do very dirty things with you, I thought it’d be best to have a little privacy.”

“Very dirty, huh?”

“Very.”

“Anything we should practice for?”

“We really don’t have time for that right now.”

“What are you talking about? Our girl is occupied for at least another hour. We’ve got plenty of time.”

The desire in her eyes is still very prominent as she pulls back to look at him, a devilish grin playing at her lips. “Not for what I want to do.”

He’s focused on her words until she starts biting her lip and all train of thought is lost. “Oooh, girl.”