#Where its me and my wife and precious little cat are all cuddled up on a bed

[foxgirlmoth]

At some point you're gonna come home to your little apartment tired from work, but you'll end up laying down next to the most important girl in the world to you. Your cat is going to come in, make a little huff, and plant her back up against one of your beloved's legs.

And then you'll remember just how much you wanted this. How much you dreamed of it, and how you had imagined so many small things that ended up happening, like the cat cozying up to you. There will be other small things that will catch your senses - Someone moving into a neighboring apartment, cars racing down a nearby street, the familiar smell of your lover - that you hadn't considered in your dream. All of this is a bit new to you since maybe you were unable to leave your family earlier, but the sense of a world and community out there, mixed with having your whole world in your arms, is exactly what you had dreamt about for so long.

Over a decade and a half of you thinking that a situation like this would be impossible, that you'd be stuck in a body you loathed, and either alone or unwanted. So many years stuck in survival mode, so many people who pushed you down or away, but you had a dream you'd get to feel so loved and adored. You read about others surviving for so long, and you read about them getting to this dream you had.

You're just so happy you got there too.

[rainpuddle13]

19. playing with each other’s fingers

Ross&Demelza

I apologize, @veryflowerobservation, for taking so long to post this. It sorta got away from me :P I hope you enjoy!

This fic is a prequel to Tears and Sunflowers.

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It was an ungodly hour.  This having to get to the airport a minimum of four hours before an international flight was for the birds.  Their flight to New York was scheduled to depart at 8:35am.  Ross didn’t even know why he bothered to attempt to catch a few hours of sleep the previous night. Demelza was practically vibrating with excitement in the bed next to him. She had never flown before. So he’d done the only thing he could do in that situation -- help her work off some of that nervous energy -- and he bore the marks on his shoulders to prove it.  He just felt sorry for the very nice elderly couple who were occupying the room next door to theirs at the hotel.

He checked his watch with a groan.  

6:21am.

He thanked the good Lord above for exclusive traveler lounges. If he had to queue with the masses in the main terminal, he might not be responsible for his actions. That early in the morning, access to only that swill that passed for coffee at Costa, and masses of travelers with varying degrees of comportment would have him seriously contemplating murder. It would be a very poor defence if he was brought before the crown court, but surely an understandable one.

“You should eat something,” he said to her after she kept fiddling with the fingers of his hand resting on the knee if her crossed legs. They were cuddled together on a small sofa in a quiet spot where she could take in all of the hustle and bustle of the enormous lounge. There were quite a few people for that early in the morning, but there was so much space that it hardly felt crowded.  He could feel her leg bouncing as she wiggled her foot. “The food is usually pretty exceptional.”

“I don’t know if I could,” she told him, weaving their fingers together and stilling her fidgeting for a moment, “too excited.”

Ross snorted softly as he was never one to be too nervous or tired to eat something. “You could get a haircut or a massage instead,” he teased, glancing over to see the expression on her face.  The Virgin Atlantic Clubhouse Lounge at Heathrow was an overwhelming place with all sorts of over-the-top posh amenities.  She was impressed they’d been picked up at the hotel and delivered to the airport in a private car and then were whisked through priority check-in and security in a matter of minutes.

“Really?” she asked, eyes widening with the obvious sensory overload she was experiencing.

“Yes,” he assured her, chuckling a little, and knowing her head would have exploded if she knew how much two upper class tickets had cost.  “There’s a spa too and shower rooms.”  Ross had wanted her first international flight to be comfortable and memorable, but he feared it might set her expectation a bit high for any future trips they might take. There was a far cry between the pampering in upper class and the indignities of the overcrowded economy class.  It was just as well because he would need the extra legroom these days with his stiff knee.

She pressed a little closer to him and her fingers toyed with the heavy rose gold band he wore on his left ring finger that matched the more delicate one she wore.  “You want to eat something don’t you?” she inquired.

“What I actually want is coffee,” he paused for a moment, his stomach answered her question with a low grumble, “and I probably could nosh on something.”  He’d opted to keep his eyes closed for a few precious minutes while she got ready instead of sending for room service, safe in the knowledge that there would be an abundance of food and drink provided by the airline.

“I can try to nibble on something.”  She pressed a kiss to his scruffy cheek before standing up and holding her hand out to him and he couldn’t help but notice his beautiful wife attracting the attention of several of the men around them. Demelza was comfortably dressed in jeans that showed off her long legs to perfection and a deep gold turtleneck topped off with a rich brown leather jacket, and her glorious crown of red hair was barely contained by a loose braid.

Within a matter of minutes, he was attempting not to guzzle a cup of expertly brewed Sumatran coffee while waiting for his fry up to be brought to him.  Demelza carefully sipped her steaming cup of tea, but left her plate of assorted breads and pastries untouched.  He reached across the cozy dining  table to snag a flaky and buttery croissant off the plate.  

“You’re going to eat everything off my plate aren’t you?”  he asked when she raised an eyebrow at his thievery. 

“Noooo,” she swore, her eyes following the heavily laden plate an attendant placed before him followed by another to replace his near empty coffee cup with a fresh one.

He picked up the knife and fork to start in on the perfectly poached eggs after a liberal dousing of pepper. “You too can have your own plate. All you have to do is ask.”

“I don’t think I could!” she insisted, stabbing a bit of roast potato and grilled mushroom with own fork. 

“Likely story,” he snorted, pushing his plate to the middle of the table so she could graze more easily. This was a common occurrence with her -- insisting she couldn’t possibly then proceed to demolish his plate in fairly short order. It always happened when he ordered something that was absolutely terrible for him, but so very good for that exact reason. Anyone else and Ross would find the behavior less than endearing.

“Are you going to tell me why we’re going to New York?” she queried while attacking the fried bread to smear in the runny eggs he had somehow managed to get a few bites of before she could turn her sights on them. “Not that I’m complaining mind;  I’ve always wanted to go, but it’s a long way for a few days.”

It took everything in him not to blurt out the reason for what seemed like a sudden weekend jaunt across the pond, but actually had been in the works for months. She loved Van Gogh. The Met was having a once-in-a-lifetime exhibit. How could he not take her?  “I told you I really wanted good pizza.”

“Oh, Ross,” she sighed in frustration, then changed her tactic.  “You’ve been to New York before then?”

“Loads of times,” he answered, slathering strawberry jam on his croissant since it was becoming abundantly clear  he wasn’t going to get to eat the breakfast he’d ordered himself,  “though it’s been a few years now.  Father used to go fairly regularly for business and would drag me along.”

“What did you do when you were there?”

“I used to spend a lot of time at the natural history museum and the New York Public Library.”

“Of course you did,” she smiled fondly as she spoke.  She was well aware of his love of doing research and learning.

“I like dinosaurs,” he said matter-a-factly, "and the museum has an amazing exhibit.”  It was true. He did like dinosaurs, even now, and he’d wanted to dig for them up until the point he discovered girls were infinitely more interesting, and alive.  Demelza didn’t need to know that bit though.

“You are such a boy,” she said with a shake of her head. “What else did you two men do on the town?”

“Sometimes we take in a show or go to dinner at fancy restaurants.  I didn’t realize it at the time, but he was trying to teach me a bit of culture.  One time we went because Papa wanted to see Van Morrison at Radio City Music Hall.”

“Really?”  

He chuckled, surprised that little piece of information had taken her by surprise. She did know his father pretty well at this point.  “He is a fan.”

“I’d say so. He can be so impulsive!”

“You have no idea,” Ross drawled, tamping down some very unpleasant memories from his youth that she need not be burdened with,  “you didn’t know him in his heyday.”

She smiled fondly, and it warmed Ross’ heart that his wife and his father got on like a house on fire, but he could not help the occasional flare of jealousy it caused. “I bet he was quite the charmer back then,” Demelza giggled.

“You’d probably be married to him instead of me,” he said with a fair dash of bitterness. There were still a few things he just could not let go of and he knew it as childish to hold on to them for as long as he had, but then logic and his father were often mutually exclusive.

“I dunno about that.” Demelza reached across to take his hand with hers, twining their fingers and giving them a little squeeze, her eyes going soft as she looked at him. “I sorta kinda love you.”

“Only sorta kinda?” he teased, pulling her hand up to place a playful kiss to her knuckles.

“From the first time I saw you in the library,” she confessed, her cheeks suddenly blooming pink.

“Is that so, Mrs Poldark?” That was news to him and he was most definitely intrigued.  Ross had known he was a goner for Demelza the first time he laid eyes upon her, even if it took him months to actually admit to himself, and then even longer to let her in on his feelings. He’d had no inkling she’d felt the same. So much wasted time.

“Saved by the boarding call,” she crowed when the announcement of their flight interrupted their playful banter, and quickly began gathering up her things. The head of the cute little calico stuffed animal cat he’d surprised her with that morning was peeking out of the top of her purse.  The airplane charm that had been on the ribbon about its neck had quickly been added to her bracelet.

He grabbed up his laptop bag to sling over his shoulder and his cane. “Don’t think for one second that this conversation is over.”

“Not if I can make you forget about it,” she said with what could only be described as a diabolical grin.

He eyed her with great suspicion. It wasn’t in her nature to be scheming that much he did know, but she was definitely up to something. The question was going to be whether or not he’d survive whatever it was.  “And just how do you plan to do that?” he challenged.

“Oh, I dunno,” she purred, taking his hand before pressing in close to him to place a very sweet and demure kiss to his cheek.  “Have you ever heard of the Mile High Club?”

[victoriareyloficlists]

1 February 2021 Additions to Reylo Fluff

These fics have been added to the Fluff list located here.

#kylothekiller by crossingwinter (AO3 2018  Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: It’s not the first time that Rey has seen Kylo pop up in her Fido stream, but it is the first time she’s clicked on him fast enough to be scheduled for a meet and greet with dog and owner on Saturday.) #kylothekiller Sequel /r/dogs by crossingwinter (AO3 2018  Rated M Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: [Help] My Girlfriend thinks she’s dying because the dog won’t leave her side) Valentine's Day by PropertyOfThaJoker (AO3 2018  Rated M Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: The cat immediately came to Rey, who immediately held it. “He can’t be more than five weeks old, Ben. He’s a baby. It’s cold out here – he’ll freeze to death. We have to take him home.”) Must Love Dogs by wanderlustfaery (etherealprey) (AO3 2020  Rated T Complete, 2 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben gets a rescue dog named Kylo. Rey has a rescue dog named Gavin. These two dogs apparently know each other from before and force their new owners to exchange numbers so they can see each other.) Let's Go Pumpkin Picking by JustYouBenSolo (AO3 2020  Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rose doesn’t understand why Rey is so eager to go pumpkin picking with her at Han Solo’s farm when Rey went pumpkin picking last week with Poe. And the week before with Finn. Maybe she just really loves pumpkins? TW: Unsafe sex, no pregnancy.) En-Snack-Ment by Twin_Kitten (AO3 2019  Rated M Complete, 2 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Police dog Kylo alerts for drugs on Rey's car, and Detective Ben Solo must investigate.) Something About November Chapter 18 by SpaceWaffleHouseTM (AO3 2019  Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: When Ben's adopted daughter finds a box of love letters he wrote and never sent, she decides she wants him happy for Christmas. With help from her Aunt Gwen, she sends her the letters.) The Fake Boyfriend Problem by INTPSlytherin_reylove97 (AO3 2018  Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: When Rose accidently tells her parents her roommate Rey was bringing her boyfriend for Christmas, instead of telling them she was bringing her own boyfriend Finn, the girls run into an interesting problem.) Say It With Feeling by amybeegood (AO3 2018  Rated E Complete, 18 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Meet Rey, the Maid/Escort who really needs a solid day job and Ben, the reclusive, virgin billionaire who doesn't have a clue about real life or how to hire household help.) To Play Pretend by SuchaPrettyPoison (AO3 2020  Rated M Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Single dad Ben Solo is tired of being hit on by some of the mums from his daughter's kindergarten class. He asks his friend Rey to come with him to pick up his daughter as his pretend fiancée.) The Perfect Storm by LadyBrettAshley (AO3 2020  Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben's roommate has a fear of thunderstorms, and he's grown accustomed to her crawling into bed with him so she wouldn't have to face them alone. The arrangement works great until he starts to suspect it was all a rouse just to get into his bed.) coarse and rough and irritating by frak-all (or_ryn) (AO3 2019  Rated E Complete, 3 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: The first time Ben sees Rey in a bikini, his oafish left hand just sort of spasms around a brand new tube of Neutrogena SPF 100+ face sunscreen, squeezing hard enough that nearly half of its thick white contents erupts—coating his palm, the mirror, and the floor—in one great big mortifying spurt.) it's always the last place you look by hi_raeth (AO3 2020  Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben is extremely picky when it comes to women, his friends give up setting him up with women. One day they randomly invite their friend Rey to eat dinner with all of them and to their surprise Ben scolds them for not setting them up.) I Need You to Kiss Me by SuchaPrettyPoison (AO3 2018  Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: “My cheating arse of an ex has just walked in with my ex-roomie who he cheated on me with, so if you can pretend that we are happy, and that you are madly in love with me - that would be grand.” She paused taking a breath before giving him a light airy smile. “Any objections?”) Aim True by monsterleadmehome (AO3 2018  Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Robin Hood AU, Quick Synopsis: The masked bandit Kylo Ren has been robbing from the rich and giving to the poor, much to Sheriff Hux's chagrin. There is a sizable reward out for his capture. However, when another masked thief crosses his path, he is presented with an interesting choice.) I Dedicate This To... by Fayth_Delarosa (AO3 2020  Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: She’s enraptured, reading through the abstract thoroughly before coming up to the curriculum vitae, which lists all of his school information, areas of special interest, degrees awarded, and other professional publications in which he made a contribution to. Then she reaches the acknowledgements page.) and i hate accidents (except when we went from friends to this) by akosmia (AO3 2019  Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Tired of being around every time his roommate Poe invites his boyfriend over, Ben seeks refuge in Rey's room, until he's there most of the times (even when Poe's not around).) acquisition by bitterbones (AO3 2020  Rated E Complete, 3 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: In which Rey decides she's ready to start a family of her own and Ben Solo, her boss and dear friend, would make the perfect sperm donor.) Plus Won by AmberDread, DarkMage13, Erulisse17, Trish47, venetum (AO3 2020  Rated T Complete, 5 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: After a drunken night of complaining at a bar, Rey and Ben agree to be each other's plus-ones for a variety of events. As friends and family continue to invite them to things, they discover that they really enjoy spending time together. And holding hands. And... kissing. What happens when their relationship starts to feel a lot more real than fake?) Meet My Pussy by Hellyjellybean, spicytofuuuu (AO3 2020  Rated E Complete, 2 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: When Rey adopts a kitten, she invites Ben over to meet it. He misinterprets this as an invitation for something else. When Ben comes over, Rey says she'll be right back (to get the kitten). He starts taking off his clothes...) Love is Strange by SpaceWaffleHouseTM (AO3 2020  Rated M Complete, 7 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Or the one where Rey lies and tells her coworkers she has a loving husband and a son. Now the annual picnic is coming up and she needs a fake picture-perfect family. Fortunately, her friend Ben fits all the requirements.) And Let Me Kiss You by SpaceWaffleHouseTM (AO3 2020  Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben and Rey are best friends, and are cuddling on the couch. Rey’s head rests on his chest, his breathing as relaxed and steady as the calming beat of his heart. When she’s sure he’s asleep, she leans up and places a soft kiss on his lips. He pulls her closer. He was awake the whole time.) How to Keep Christmas by JaneNightwork (AO3 2018  Rated M Complete, 26 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey and Ben have had feelings for each other since she began teaching at Chandrila Elementary School earlier that year, but neither knows their affection is mutual. Rey plans to use the the Christmas season––her favorite time of year––as an excuse to spend more time with Ben, and to find a way to tell him how she feels. But can she convince the Grinch-ish Ben to enjoy Christmas with her? Equally important: will her friends Finn, Poe, and Rose be able to stop themselves from matchmaking and meddling and general mischief?) The Revelation by ClaireLou (AO3 2020  Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben and Rey have lived together for 3 years, it was a housemate of convenience type effort. They got on from the start, and are the best of friends..... The thing is, neither of them can see what more they have become. Until Rey comes home one evening shouting "Darling I'm home". Unfortunately Bens date doesn't take to well to that.... Well, until she sees with her own eyes the things these 2 idiots have been missing.) Crash my Bandicoot by KyloTrashForever (AO3 2019  Rated E Complete, 4 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben has lived next door to Rey for ten years now, and he’s been in love with her for most of them. A Christmas break with no one but themselves for company leaves a lot of time for Crash Bandicoot sessions... among other things.) Losing It by Crysania (AO3 2018  Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: "I'm never going to lose my virginity," Rey announces one day to her roommate Ben Solo. When she finds out that he, too, has no experience, she decides to get them both laid. Things, of course, don't quite go the way she expects them to.) Cassonade by CoraRiley (AO3 2016  Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben Solo's world was turned upside down when his wife left him over a year ago. Suddenly alone with a six month old baby girl, Ben's life was in shambles...that was, until, he hired a sweet little College Student named Rey to watch his precious daughter. After months of fantasies and flirting, Ben Solo is finally ready to make his intentions known.) Anything to Win by Erulisse17 (AO3 2018  Rated T Complete, 2 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey hates losing. She hates losing almost more than she loves winning. Which is why she's in the ridiculous position of asking Kylo Ren, the very person who keeps beating her at the singles costume contest, to team up with her to dominate the couples contest and trounce Phasma and Hux once and for all. Working with Kylo is a necessary evil, but really, she'd do anything to win. Anything! Unless... it's falling in love.) Choreae Lucis by Shestoolazytologin (AO3 2020  Rated E Complete, 3 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: He first sees her when he drops his four year old daughter off at her ballet classes. She is absolutely breathtaking. Or simply put: Ben Solo takes his daughter to her ballet classes and forgets his heart there.) Twas the night before Sithmas... by Hellyjellybean (AO3 2019  Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben Solo is alone...and he likes it that way. What more does he need on Christmas eve? He has his whiskey and his bitterness to keep him warm. But Christmas magic can do wonderful things, and a visit from a mystical being throws Ben into a world very different from the one he knew. A world were he is married to the love of his life, he is close to his family and a little boy with dark eyes calls him Daddy. But is it all a dream? Or will Ben really get everything he has ever wanted this Christmas?) The Best Medicine by Cecilia1204 (AO3 2019  Rated M Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Being stuck in hospital for Christmas was enough to make Ben Solo feel really down in the dumps. That is, until he meets two angels in the form of Rey and her amazing cat.) First Order IT, Can I Get Your User ID? by krossartist (AO3 2019  Rated T Complete, 3 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Whenever Rey had to call IT, which was about twice the amount of times a normal person would call "excessive," she got the same IT guy. Every. Damn. Time. She named him Fuckhead. He had grown to hate her fondly.) Hey Sweetheart by SuchaPrettyPoison (AO3 2020  Rated E Complete, 2 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Anytime a guy flirts with Rey, her flatmate Ben swoops in and pretends to be her possessive boyfriend. She was never going to get laid. Six months since moving in with him, and he scared away all her potential ‘suitors’.) I'll Show You Mine, If You Show Me Yours by CaliforniaQueen (AO3 2020  Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben is getting ready to get back into the dating world. His roommate Rey interrupts him preparing for his date and sees something she wasn't prepared to see.) TikTok and the Professor by SuchaPrettyPoison (AO3 2020  Rated M Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Due to quarantine, Professor Ben Solo decides to download TikTok - an app his students seem to be a fan of - only to find he's the subject of one of his student's videos.) The Ties That Bind by Telcontarian (AO3 2020  Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Professor Ben Solo rules the classroom with an iron fist and he is not generally known for his kindness or for his understanding. However, when Rey approaches him to ask for help with her daughter, Kira, Rey finds that Ben is more gentle and caring than she originally thought.) Midnight Snacks by bellestar (AO3 2020  Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben Solo just wants make a grilled cheese sandwich at 1:43am when a girl wanting to make Midnight Noodles interrupts him. Her midnight snack of choice just won't do.) Overstimulated by adamsnackler (AO3 2020  Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben avoids going to parties because he doesn't like to get touched. Rey is intrigued by the mysterious man in the corner and swoops in to save him from a handsy flirt by pretending to be his date.) Rey Niima and the American (Hot Piece of) Ass that She Just Wants to Tap, while also Not Dying in the Triwizard Tournament or Becoming Otherwise Inconvenienced or Maimed by MahoganyDoodles (AO3 2020  Rated M Complete, 5 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: In which Rey discovers the greatest challenge of the Triwizard tournament isn't the blast-ended skrewts, BeeBee the tabby cat, the deadly tasks, her Ilvermorny and Castelobruxo competitors, or even Luke's chaotic energy. No, it's her propensity to stick her foot in her own mouth and—more importantly—Ben Solo's stupidly handsome face.) Trope Come True by MWolfe13 (AO3 2020  Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Grumpy Ben saves Rey.) workin' on my fortnite moves by infrarad (AO3 2020  Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey has been babysitting for divorced dad Ben Solo for a while. When he comes home late from work one night and finds her playing his son's favorite game, she offers to teach him.) Blame it on the Mistletoe by deedreamer, HopelesslyReylo (AO3 2018  Rated E Complete, 5 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey Wilson doesn’t necessarily hate Christmas, it’s just that she’s never really enjoyed it. It’s too over the top, too full of the same repetitive music and consumerism. That’s not to say she doesn’t enjoy some things about the holiday... So when her new boss —and secret crush— Ben Solo catches her singing in her office, she lies to avoid looking like a grinch. Now she’s agreed to spend the holiday with him and his over-the-top Christmas fanatic family.) Tell Your Parents to Subscribe! by dawninthemtn (AO3 2019  Rated T Complete, 5 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Internet journalist Rey is assigned to do a story on children's YouTube sensation Kylo Ren, aka her nephew's idol. When she meets him, she realizes all those weird online moms who thirst after him might be onto something after all.) stroke-on-tent by jeeno2, JenfysNest (AO3 2019  Rated E Complete, 2 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: In which Rey accuses a hot customer of shoplifting because of the giant bulge in his pants--and gets the surprise of her life.)

[alisondepartedbear]

Just Breathe

Everything is not what it seems in Swellview, a kidnapper is running amok while Henry faces some challenging trials in his life. The boy most overcome what is inside to deal with major life changes.

Also can be found on Wattpad and Fanfiction.net 

Part One 

Part Two

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Chapter Three

I run around the side of Junk'n'Stuff to the sidewalk. With just the help of street lamps, I can see someone small walking a few feet away. My heart thumps hard against my chest. Is she even willing to talk to me?

"Charlotte," My voice cracks, and I see tears spring into my eyes. "Charlotte, please, wait."

She stops walking and turns around. Her arms are crossed, and I can see fresh tears on her face. I dig my fingernails in my palm deep. Ashamed I made her cry, I let my head drop.

"I'm sorry, Charlotte. I...I didn't want to hurt you. My..." There's no real excuse for putting my hands on her. "There's stuff inside that I..." I shake my head and run a hand over my face, that when I realize it's wet. Great, Henry, you emotional loser. "I don't want you to be afraid of me, Char. I'm sorry I pushed you."

I look up and watch her take a couple steps to me. Her eyes shine like pretty lights under the lamps.

"You didn't scare me, Henry." Her hands wring together for a moment before she lets them fall by her side. "I'm just worried about you."

"I know," I whisper, falling to the sidewalk. I scoot to sit on the edge.

"And I wish you'd let me help," She joins me on the curb.

I glance at her. She's close, so close her orange blossom shampoo finds it's way up my nose. You'd never know this without being up in her business, but Charlotte's eyes hold the most precious shade of amber in them. Flecks of the colors shoot from the iris, falling into a dark brown that reminds me of old movies and rainy Sundays. Suddenly I feel dizzy. A shaking breath escapes me, "I don't understand how you can help, Char. It's too much for me. So why wouldn't it be too much for you? Does that make me stupid-"

"Stop," She reaches her hand out to put on my shoulder but stops.

My stomach drops knowing she'll never touch me again without wondering if I'll push her away. Without a second thought, I grab her hand with both of mine. "Please, you don't have to second guess yourself around me. I don't want this to change us."

Charlotte's hand tightens around mine. "Henry," She says in the softest tone I've heard from her, almost like pretty bells. Wait-

"What are you guys doing?" Jasper asks.

Whipping my head back, I see him standing in the doorway of Junk'n'Stuf. He has a goofy smile on his face. I think he knows.

"We were just talking." Charlotte stands, pulling me with her. "Has Ray gotten back yet?" She asks walking past him into the store.

I dust my pants off, trying to ignore Jasper's questioning eyes. When I look up I see his eyes haven't left me.

"No, but he left a message downstairs."

"I'll go see what he wants then." Charlotte moves and dodges her way through to the back.

Jasper watches her leave as he makes his way back to the register. When we hear the elevator 'ding', his eyebrows raise into his hair and his mouth forms an 'o'.

"No," I point a finger at him, running to the counter. "Shut your mouth!"

"You were kissing her!" His goofy smile hasn't left his face.

"No!" My god, I'm dealing with a child. "We were legit talking."

"While sitting all cutesy on the sidewalk, oh, please!" He smacks his hand down on the counter. "You have all the material, and you do nothing!"

He wasn't wrong. My cheeks heat up. "She's not going to like me like that." I say poking the lucky cat on display

A hint of a voice tells me "Of course, she likes you, look at you!" while a monster yells "Why would she like a stupid, ugly boy?" See why would she be with me if I can't even decide what I think of myself. People always talk about how you have to love yourself before someone else can. Or maybe its love yourself so no one has to?

"Is this what its like for the side character in the movies?" Jasper gives an exaggerated sigh and lays over the counter top. "Just watching two lovers not love each other,"

"You're making me uncomfortable, man." I let out a nervous laugh. The heat from my cheeks moves to the back of neck, I reach up and scratch the area.

Jasper rolls his eyes, pushing himself to his feet. Before he can speak and embarrass me again, the store's door opens bringing in a girl and what seemed to be her parents. I recognize the girl as being Elena Gilbert, an eighth grader from school. Maybe one of Piper's friends. Elena and her family didn't have much time to themselves before Jasper pounced, talking about all the deals Ray had recently added and the new shipment of crazy, cool items. With the wild man distracted, I duck away to the elevator.

Piper and I sit in our living room quietly. When school let out today, I called Ray and said I'd be in late due to a family emergency. Of course, he asked about my mother in a suggestive way which made me cringe and honestly angry. Maybe if he knew what kind of person she is, he'd stop. We've been sitting here in silence due to Piper's inability to keep a conversation. Not to say she wasn't thinking. I could practically hear the gears grinding in her brain. Like me, she's probably worrying about how to tell Dad. In honesty, I'm not sure if I want him to come home. We'll just ruin his day.

From the corner of my eye, I see Piper's leg bouncing up and down. No doubt she's scared too.

"We don't have to do this today." I nudge Piper's shaking leg with mine.

She looks up from a place on the floor she'd been staring at to meet my gaze. Her smile doesn't reach her eyes but there's a clear effort. "Dad deserves to know. It's just weird..." Piper's eyes drift off again. Her fingers tap along on her knee caps. "I can't believe Mom would do that to him. I just...love Dad and would never want to hurt him and to think-" A squeak cuts off her voice and she covers her mouth. She looks at me with watery eyes.

"Piper, I-" But what do I say? "Come here,"

I open my arms and she falls on to me. Piper emits cries I've never heard from her before. Her small hands curl around the front of my shirt pulling me closer to her. Protectively, I tighten my arms. Closing my eyes, I sit my head on top of her's and I'm hit with the realization that my little sister is just fourteen years old. Her worries should consist of cute boys or girls, silly TV shows, and late nights with friends. She shouldn't be worried about our mother's infidelities. I don't want her to worry about this. Red, fury boils in the pit of my stomach. Mom shouldn't be making us worry like this. She's the adult.

The knob on the front door begins to jiggle before swinging open. "Oh, hey, Hen, didn't know you'd be home today," Dad walks in past us to the kitchen, setting his lunch box on the counter. He turns around with a smile that falls when he see his daughter. "Piper, what's wrong?" He asks like a father should. He strides to the couch and sits with us.

Piper pushes off me and sniffles. I hand her a few tissues from the coffee table. "Dad, we gotta talk." She says in a raspy voice.

Dad pulls a confused, pinched face. "Henry,"

Piper looks to me too. All wet, big puppy eyes from both of them. Why do I need to be the one to say something? Why is it me? Suddenly it feels as if there's a full staff working their way through my chest and stomach. My heartbeat thuds in my ears, and I almost believe I can see my eyes beating as well. I grab the couch cushion for comfort and support.

"Dad, we...we wanted to wait until we were sure. But now there's a lot of evidence. And..." Why didn't the words come out?

You're. Wife. Is. Cheating. On. You.

The words don't come out because I don't want it to be true.

"She's cheating on you." Piper blurts.

"Piper," I hiss.

"You weren't doing anything!" Her red face yells at me. Angry tears slide down her cheeks.

"What?" Dad's face was emotionless.

I close my eyes and flex my fingers on the cushion. "Mom's cheating on you. We've heard phone calls where she's talking to unknown men in really gross ways. She's always out drinking. She comes home drunk! She's never here!" I bit my lip before I say something I regret. When I look at Dad though, I wish I hadn't said anything.

Dad sits back from us and falls against the couch. His hand runs through his thinning hair and red starts to creep onto his cheeks. He takes a few meditative breaths before speaking. "Kids, I..." He wipes his hands on his pants and I can see dark spots from where he's sweating. Closing his eyes, he begins nodding his head. "I've had a feeling she was doing this."

Piper moves to be beside him and lays her head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry."

"No, Piper, I'm sorry." He puts his arm around her. His eyes turn to me. "I'm sorry for not doing something sooner. I knew what was going on but...I didn't want to see it. Believe it."

I watch as the storm builds behind his grey eyes and a few tears slip out. Before I know it my vision is blurry. Dad holds out his hand and I grab on to it. Before I can really think, I realize I don't remember the last time I held my Dad's hand and I break. Fat tears fall down my face as I heave out breaths that won't come fast enough.

"Henry,"

I crawl across the couch and cuddle up to my Dad. Something I haven't done since I was twelve. My eyes close and I let myself cry. Soon I feel wet dripping on my hair. I hear my Dad sniffle and I feel more tears drop.

"I'm sorry I haven't done anything about her drinking." He says. "I foolishly thought it was going to go away."

A while later I'm laying in bed with dried tears all over my face. My head hurts and my eyes are swollen. Blinking hurts. I think about my Mom, Dad, Piper, Charlotte and Jasper. I think about the Kid Danger job. I've always said 'the Kid Danger' because sometimes he really doesn't feel like me. But that's the point. Its not me but someone better. Someone that wouldn't push his friends.

Charlotte's shocked, betrayed face rumbles in my brain. I roll over and press my face into the pillow to will the image away. But it stays. Her falling, her walking away. Her tears when I found her. I pinch my eyes shut, forcing tears out. A gasp mixed with a sob escapes me. My body begins to shake and sweat beads up on my neck and forehead. I don't want to be my mother. I don't want to be my mother.

I. Don't. Want. To. Be. My. Mother.

Part Four

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It's You

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part VI.

"I hate you," Bill's wife cries, trying to escape Bill’s tickling fingers.

"Mmhm, sure you do," Bill beckoned, watching a smile pull at her lips, before leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. "Atta' girl," He huffs. "Give daddy some sugar," Except she only playfully rolls her eyes and sits up on the bed to pull her laptop onto her thighs.

Bill and Jade were high school sweethearts --and to their knowledge, they'd followed the perfect life plan.

Try not to get teary-eyed; their story's so cute it might make you sad how it ends.

So, it was all so unintentional how they fell in love, because well, Jade was never the type of girl Bill was interesting in, in high school.

He was quite picky about his girls (and still is).

Bill liked them confident, but not too cocky. He had a thing for plaid mini skirts and thigh highs, a fetish for lip gloss and those fishnet stockings the girls wore. Open toed shoes were cute, but only the kind that had a heel and straps. And God, did he love girls with brown eyes - - - the big doe eyes that made your heart swell.

Except Jade wasn't that profile at all. And for some odd reason, it attracted him to her even more. So, one day, mid-sophomore year in History, Bill sits down next to this girl--dressed like someone’s mom--and says. . .well he doesn't say anything. He just stares at her until she waves her hand in front of his face. She made him unbearably nervous and that's the moment, he knew he'd have to stick with her. Thank God for his persistent personality too, because he popped the question just a few questions after they’d graduated high school.

It was quite beautiful actually. They were young and crazy about one another, but young love only does so much. It’s an innocent flame and well, it only flickers for so long. It’s naive and overpoweringly emotional, so when Bill began to fall out of love with her, he didn’t say anything, in hopes of that burning fire coming back.

Although, it never really did and falling for Y/N wasn't much help.

The last thing he wanted to do was hurt his wife, although he couldn't stand the thought of breaking Y/N’s heart either. The more he loved, the more it hurt.

“Baby I've been meaning to ask you," Jade asks.

"Hm," he hums, running a hand through his hair. "What's that,"

"How's it been going with that girl Y/N," And he pauses. Speak of the fucking devil. He swallows thickly and tries to find some sort of composure. He sits up a bit and thumbs over his own bottom lip; a bad habit he has when he's uncomfortable. "Oh, y'know--it's been great--she's. . .smart," Nodding along with him, Jade raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t think much of it.

“That’s good,” She says, moving her laptop out of the way and lying her head on Bill’s bare chest. “Now, c'mere," Resting a hand on his thigh, she taps her fingers a little, gesturing for him to cuddle her.

Bill huffs a little and kisses her forehead. Jade smiles at the feeling. And you can't blame her. The feeling is indescribable--her head against his chest, feeling the steady vibration of his heartbeat, moving in-beat with his fingertips lazily running up her arm. With the dim light peeking through the window drapes, it's wonderful. So good, sometimes she can't see herself ever lying on these sheets without her. "Love you," she exhales, lazily closing her eyes.

He just wishes he felt the same way.

And Jade, she wishes he felt that way too.

He hasn't kissed her lips (and I mean really kissed her) in weeks now, unless the neighbors are watching.

And she just stays quiet, like she always is. She's a romantic and well, it comes with its own heartache, because she sees when he's smiling at phone, or blushing when he's getting all ready for work in the morning and she can't help but wonder why he's wearing his good cuff links (the Gucci ones he wore to his wedding) to go teach a bunch of college students about business management. Or, why he's all of a sudden taken such keen interest in the random girl next door. Or, last week when Jade was taking the trash out, she watched the same girl in his car, leaning awfully close to him.

No.

Jade's cried enough about it. Plus, Bill's a messy eater. Y/N was probably just picking a piece of lettuce of of his shirt (or chin?). Surely that's why. Well, it's the only logical explanation she thinks.

"Not with the girl next door. . .If he ever were to. . .she'd be older," Jade thinks. "Right?"

It's all a pressing matter and Jade has to push those thoughts out if her brain, for the sake of her marriage--or whatever remains from it.

Pressing a longing kiss right under eye, Bill closes his eyes too. He's never been big on religion, but he's praying now. For some sort of revelation; some sort of direction on what he should do.

And he lies there for what feels like forever, contemplating everything. Just as a Jade is, before drifting off to sleep.

Then, Bill understands.

It's scary almost how fast he's realized it and for a moment he snaps his eyes open and blinks a few times. Jade's snoring a little on his chest, arm draped around his stomach.

She's the one. She has to be.

He's careful when he moves her arm out of the way, quietly stepping off toward their bathroom. He's watching Jade from the doorway, slightly moving around a little, probably wondering where his body's gone. It's precious actually. That's why he has to do this--and fast. So, he doesn't hurt anyone too badly.

The light from a Bill's phone lights up a little and he's typing away--deleting and rephrasing almost everything, afraid of what she'll think. Y/N always has him feeling like a teenager. Adrenaline pumping and hand sweating. He's staring at the words on the screen, thinking of everything she could possibly think before finally fuck it pressing send.

He stuffs his phone in the pockets of sweatpants and runs both hands down his face in a tired way, before gripping the bathroom counter and starring himself in the mirror. "Christ," he thinks. "She's gonna kill me,"

"Billy," Jade cries out and his head whips toward their bedroom. Her arm's falling off the mattress. "Come back to bed baby," And he takes one last look at himself before sighing and flicking the light switch off. "I'm comin' sweetheart,"

The story never ends though. Unfortunately, some things just don't work out. Divorce is tricky. Bill's parents are still married. Fifty years going strong and well, a broken family was never what he sought out for himself. So, he makes sure to hold Jade extra close now, breathing in the scent of her vanilla soap on her skin. "Bunny," he whispers.

Her eyes flutter open and she looks up at him with a hint of desperation. "I'm sorry," is all he says and she immediately understands what he's referring to. "I love you too,"

Running his tongue across his bottom lip, Bill, holds her chin, moving it up a little, before caressing her lips with his. "Now," he says, swiping his thumb across the smile on her lips. "Get some sleep,"

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The Monday blues are a myth, Y/N thinks.

Because she feels absolutely great.

Class isn't until 11:30am, but she's applying a face masque at 8am, just cause. Some song by LANY is playing through her speaker and she's swaying her hips a little. Craziest thing is, she didn't even wake up this early with an alarm. Her phone died some time before she went to bed, so now she's just waiting for it charge some.

Her body just decided to wake up at the crack of dawn she guesses. Although, her dream was pretty eventful to say the least.

She remembers being in a car. A really old fashion 50's model (maybe a Cadillac) and in the dream she's wearing cat-eye glasses and a silk Chanel scarf around her neck, the tail blowing the wind. And she's in the passenger seat because, Bill's doing all the driving and he's dressed like a proper James Bond.

You know when the dream was so good, your brain won't let you forget it? Well, he kisses her right before she wakes up and somehow, she still feels his lips on her's.

Her thoughts are interrupted by her phone vibrating and she nearly leaps up and down like a child when she sees a message from Bill.

Except. . .

Wha-

Oh my god.

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EXO Reaction to their Wife being Pregnant

Xiumin: It was Christmas when you were planning on telling Xiumin that he was going to be a father. The two of you have been married for about three years and every moment was amazing. Xiumin enjoyed having you to himself without having to share with anybody but lately, he has been dropping hints here and there about wanting to have a kid. Though the two of you have talked about having a kid in the near future, there was never really a plan that was created. You had found out that you were pregnant around a couple of weeks before Christmas and thought it would be the perfect time to tell Minseok. Putting a little sonogram that you had received from the doctor’s appointment into a little box and wrapping it up in a pastel color box, you were very excited to surprise your lovely doting husband. When Christmas Eve rolled around, the two of you had hosted a family and friends party. Everyone was having the time of their lives, not knowing about the surprise you had planned. During the gift exchange, you told Minseok to close his eyes, open the box and show the picture to everyone. He did exactly as you said and slowly raised the picture up for everyone to see. The only sounds that surround the room were “oohs” and “ahhs.” 

“Babe, can I open my eyes now?” Xiumin asked excitedly as he waits for your cue.

When you gave him the okay, he opened his eyes and look down at the content. Looking at you immediately, his widening eyes were filled with joy and happiness with a thin line of tears. 

“We’re having a baby… My baby is having a baby”

Suho: Junmyeon was always fond of the idea that one day, you and he were going to have kids running around, kicking and screaming their heads off. To him, that idea is his dream and he couldn’t wait. Sure, the two of you have talked about having kids and planned every single detail to make sure that they are brought up in the best environment possible, the process of conceiving one was hard. Though it’s been a long time of trying, you were not blessed with a child just yet. Both of you were frustrated but Junmyeon never let that show around you. He never dared to blame you and never made you feel like you couldn’t conceive one. Always coming home with a sweet soft smile on his face, he would sometimes bring you your favorite pastry or flowers to cheer you up. That man knows exactly how to lift up your spirits. It was now during April, your birthday, and God were you sick. It wasn’t like you to be sick either. Usually, your immune system is like an iron that no virus can destroy. Junmyeon decided to take you to the doctors since he can’t stand seeing you so ill. That was when the two of you found out that you were expecting a child. You have never seen Junmyeon’s eyes so big and his smile look like it would tear his face. He gave you a big giant hug, almost tearing up. 

“We did it, y/n. We finally are going to be parents! I love you so much and thank you for this amazing gift.”

Lay: Yixing is known to be a hard working man and you have always admired that about him. Although it might seem that he is always working, he has longed for a child with you. The two of you decided to wait for a bit until Yixing’s career slowed down a bit. Now, he is working at his own studio and creating amazing songs. It was October and that means his birthday is coming up soon. As a little surprise, you have prepared a party with his family and friends. All of the EXO members were flying out to China to celebrate with him. You did not tell them either so all 8 of them are going to be in a big surprise. It was the day of Yixing’s birthday and you had banished him from the house for a little while. The cake delivery was coming soon and you had your friends helping you decorate the place. Soon the exo members arrived and they put their gifts down on the dining table. You pulled back all of the curtains in the apartment, revealing a beautiful night sky filled with stars. Soon Yixing was calling you, asking if it was okay to come home. You gave him the okay and was curious as to why he wasn’t asking about why he was not allowed to be at home for the day. After the call, everyone took their place and hide. 5 minutes later, the door open and comes in Yixing. Everyone jumped out of their hiding place and sang him happy birthday. He stood there at the door in shock and soon showed a smile. 

“Baby, you threw me a party?”

“Yep and I have an announcement to make,” you said while walking over to a place where everyone can see you.

“Hello everyone! Thank you for coming to our humble apartment to celebrate Yixing’s birthday. I have an announcement that I would like to make. Yixing and I are expecting a child soon!” 

Right at that words, everyone’s jaw dropped to the floor. Looking over to Yixing, you could see him slowly making his way over to you with his arms open. He looked like he was going to cry. 

“Baobei, this is the most amazing thing you have ever told me. Thank you for this amazing birthday present.”

Baekhyun: It was a typical Saturday and the both of you were lying in bed cuddling each other, talking about random topics. Then, the topic of kids and the future came up. 

“Babe, how many kids do you want?” Baekhyun asked before kissing your forehead. 

“I don’t know, maybe 2 or 3. How about you, Baek?” 

“I’m fine with however many as you would like. I was just thinking how nice it would be to have kids running into our room and waking us up,”

“Oh dear, Baek. They would most definitely have a loud voice. I would never get peace and quiet,” you said while chuckling. Baekhyun also let out a giggle and cuddle you closer. 

“But since you brought it up, I have something to tell you. I’m pregnant.”

Baekhyun’s head shot up immediately and he quickly sat up. 

“Are you serious, y/n? We’re having a baby?” 

You nodded your head and Baekhyun tackled you into a hug. 

“You’re pregnant! I gotta go tell my parents and the members!” He grabbed his phone and started to call everyone and screaming at them about how he is going to be a dad. Oh boy, you are in for a handful.

Chen: The country of Korea was buzzing with excitement and stress as they prepare for Chuseok, Korean thanksgiving day. You and Jongdae were cooking for your guys’ families coming over to celebrate. There was food to be made, outfits to be worn, and money to be packed into tiny red envelopes. By the time the two of you had finished making the food, it was already 10 pm and you had to be up early the next day. As you headed to your bedroom to set both yours and chen’s hanboks on the rack, he came out of the master bathroom wearing a face mask. 

“Babe! Wear one with me! We need to look our best for tomorrow! Plus it’s fun!” Your husband said while showing his adorable cat-like smile. After preparing your outfits for tomorrow, you walked over to your skincare drawer to grab a face mask then headed back to your bed where chen could be seen laying down while watching tv, waiting for you. The night soon passed with the two of you cuddling each other to sleep. Morning came and your alarm woke you up at 6 am. You looked next to your husband only to be met with his precious sleeping face. Today is going to be a big one for him and your guys families. Today, you felt nice so you let him sleep in for awhile longer while you got ready. After putting on your hanbok, you went near his side of the bed and gently wake him up. Soon, his and your families arrived and the holiday had officially begun. While everyone started to hand out red envelopes, his grandmother gave one to you and said “may you have a child this year.” Little did she know you were able to announce it. 

“Excuse me! I would like to get everyone’s attention for just a second. As you may know, Jongdae and I have been together for a few years now. Since it is the holidays, I have a little surprise for him.” You said and handed him a red envelope. He gave you a suspicious look and took a peek inside. There was no money as it usually was but a little paper. Chen pulled it out of its shelter and read the card out loud. 

“Congratulations, you’re going to be a father,” he said and immediately went straight to looking at you. “Babe, are you serious?!” you nodded and he automatically went to hugging you while everyone started to clap, excited for the little bundle of energy to get here. 

Chanyeol: It was May 5th and you had some plans for your husband of two years, Chanyeol. You have decided to plan a little date at Lotte World, a perfect place to celebrate Children's Day. Chanyeol was super excited when you had told him the plans that you had but you never mentioned what was the occasion. Once you two had gotten there, you could see parents with their children jumping around, happy to be at the park. You couldn’t differentiate between your husband and the children since he had the same energy levels as them. It was rather cute and endearing to see him living his child self. After a whole day of running around and playing, he took you to a cafe within the park. 

“Thanks for planning today, love. I had a really good time,” Chan said while giving you a kiss on your forehead. “Of course! After all, we should celebrate today’s holiday”

“What holiday?” He looked at you confused. “Children’s day!” As soon as you said that, Chanyeol let out a laugh.

“Babe, we don’t have kids yet unless you’re referring to me as a kid”

“Not yet at least. Within the next year, we will have someone new to celebrate Children’s Day with.” Chanyeol looked at you confused for a second until it came to his mind. 

“YOU’RE PREGNANT?!” He shouted. Everyone nearby looked at him weirdly. You nodded and his tear ducts started working. Chan stood up from his chair, went to yours and kneeled down to put his head on your lap. He cried out of happiness while you lovingly stroke his hair. He was going to be a great father, you just know it. 

D.O: Kyungsoo had planned a vacation to Costa Rica, a place you haven’t been back since your freshman year of high school. You’ve always mentioned wanting to go back there and he had a month off so it worked out perfectly. You two landed in San Jose and stayed at the Four Seasons Resort at Peninsula Papagayo. The small bungalow was surrounded by the ocean and forests nearby. It was the most beautiful scenery you have never seen. Your high school trip couldn’t possibly compare to the view and person you get to make new memories with. Kyungsoo then took you to a five star restaurant to celebrate your first night. 

“Let’s get a bottle of wine to celebrate, sweetheart” Kyungsoo said while looking at the menu. 

“Um, I am not feeling wine” 

“Really? You love wine though”

“There’s something I haven’t told you.” As soon as you said that, he looked up at you through his glasses. 

“I’m pregnant,” you timidly said and he let out a big heart smile. 

“Are you serious babe? How far?”

“2 months but I only found out like last week”

“I’m so happy. Thank you for giving me such a precious gift. Now we really have something to celebrate on our vacation,” he said while looking fondly at you. 

Kai: The two of you were currently sitting at the dining table, looking at Kai’s laptop for a new place. Jongin didn’t know whether to get a house or an apartment. You and Nini had grown out of your small, shared 1-bedroom apartment. Though it was pretty big for the two of you, you wanted a bigger space for your kids. 

“Honey, what about this one?” Jongin pointed a cute house, 30 minutes from Seoul and was in a secluded area. 

“Oh that’s perfect! It has 4 bedrooms, a room for a nursery, rooms for our offices!” 

“Perfect then let’s make an appointment to see the house”

A couple of days later, you and Jongin had walked around the house and signed the mortgage for it. In just a couple of months, you two were starting to move in. While out shopping, you came across the baby section. 

“Babe, can we go look in there?” You asked Jongin, who was busy looking at some weird table decorations. 

“Honey, I know you’re excited to decorate the kids’ room but we don’t even have a baby yet” 

“Well, not until May”

“What do you mean?” 

“I’m pregnant!” 

Jongin looked at you like you were just telling them that you had won the lottery. 

“Are you serious or are you serious?” 

“Babe, I’m serious!” He let out a huge smile and grabbed your hand. “I guess we have a nursery to decorate now don’t we”

Sehun: It was a Sunday and Sehun had today off. He had decided to take you out on a boba date at this cute dog cafe that had just opened a few days ago. The both of you walked into the small cafe hand in hand and was met with a couple of dogs jumping up at your guys’ legs. You went down on your knees to pet the little white dog that started to lick your hand. 

“Babe, let’s not sit at the entrance,” Sehun said to you while laughing. He helped you stand up and went down to sit at a booth while you ordered both of your drinks. You sat down with yours and Sehun’s drink and started to drink yours. As soon as the liquid hit your throat, you started to feel nauseous and quickly ran to the bathroom. You threw up all of the reminding food in your stomach and went back down to sit across your husband, who had a look of terror on his face. 

“Are you okay, y/n?” He looked at you concerned. You love boba so why did you just throw up. 

“Yea, I’m fine. I guess the baby does not like bubble tea”

“What baby. We don’t have a bab- wait. Are you pregnant?” You nodded and he stared at you with a blank expression. Sehun then picked up a dog and said, “did you hear that? I’m going to be a father!” His smile overtook his face while he conversed with the doggies on his lap. Boy, you are going to have to take care of two babies. 

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Forever and Always

TITLE:  Forever and Always CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT:  One Shot AUTHOR: ginakatie ORIGINAL IMAGINE:  Imagine being Loki’s wife and trying to stop him during the attack on Midgard only for him to not listen. Months later, when he imprisoned on Asgard, you try to speak with him again. RATING: General  NOTES/WARNINGS:  None

There she was, with her head stuck in a book, curled up in Asgard’s magnificent Library. I gently make a slight cough to get her attention, her head comes up from the book and her beautiful smile appears on her sweet face. “Good evening my prince” Her soft voice rings out, “What brings you here on such a beautiful night” “The books mostly my dearest, or most importantly, the one reading them.” I watch her carefully as a slight tinge of red appears on her cheeks. “I have been looking for you, I would like to speak to you about a matter that has been on my mind.” She smiles and pats the chair next to her as he sits beside her.

“Loki, LOKI, LOKI” A bang at the glass brought Loki back to earth, there he was, back in Midgard, stuck in a Shield cell face to face with Thor, the image of her smiling disappearing in his mind.

“Y/N, was he always this cold hearted?” Cap looked down at me, his face concerned at what he was watching on the screens. I watched in horror as Natasha spoke to him, the way he was, wasn’t the man I had loved or remembered, he wasn’t the man I had shared my life with, I watched the screens trying not to cry wishing we could turn back the clock, back to one of those nights with only the moonlight around us as we made love in Asgard’s lake. “Not always, but somehow his thirst for power became stronger and his love for me disappeared. I smiled gently at Thor was he walked back into the main sector, knowing that he was hurting just as much as I. “Thor I want to see him” “Y/N that is not a good idea. He is dangerous and will use his words to only hurt you further.” “Maybe, but I must believe that somewhere inside of him, is still some goodness. He is my husband after all” “Very well, but I will be keeping an eye if I think we need to get you out of there” “Thank you Thor, you have always been so kind to me” I took a deep breath and walked down to where he was being kept.

The doors opened silently and I slowly made my way into the round room, his lean figure had his back to me and I couldn’t see his face. “Thought you would join the opposing team to take down the monster did you Y/N” His voice as cold as ice, echoing through the wide chamber. “Opposing team? I thought we were supposed to look after and support each other through thick and thin, I thought we were on the same team? Or did you not mean that Loki?” He swung his body around, his face full of anger. Yet his face seemed to soften just a tiny bit when he saw my face. “Loki, I spent years looking for you after you disappeared over the bridge, you’re anger and hatred clouded your vision and all you could think about was the throne. “That was my birth right, its rightfully mine. Not that oafs” “You mean your brother’s” “He is not my brother, just a man who always thought he was the best and strutted around.” “Oh Loki, how sad this is. To watch you corrupt yourself. Family doesn’t always have to be related; you know this.” “But what about my throne?” “Who gives a shit about some stupid gold throne Loki! Yes, you will be powerful, that’s just grand. But what have you lost on your journey to power?” “What do you mean?” “You lost your family; you lost your home and you lost me. Do you not care?” Loki huffed and rolled his eyes dramatically. “I loved you more than anything in this galaxy, I would have done anything for you.” “That is all lies” “Is it Loki? Then as the God of lies yourself, tell me why I have spent every waking moment looking for you since you disappeared?” Suddenly a huge explosion ripped though the ship and I was blown backwards, hitting my head on the wall. Though I was dazed, I could see Loki grinning like the Cheshire cat. “Loki, stop this. Whatever your plans are, you can stop them before it’s too late” I slurred, trying not to pass out. “Oh my precious creature, its already too late. Nothing can stop what is about to happen.” I heard him say before I passed out against the cold floor.

“Loki, come on my beautiful trickster, follow me.” “Where are we going dear?” Loki chuckled at his wife “To the lake.” “Why are we going to the lake” “Because it looks beautiful in the moonlight, I thought you should see” She practically dragged him to the edge of the water before looking up at him, her face grinning in the moonlight. Mischief written all over her. “Y/N what in the lords above are you doing!” Loki exclaimed as she stripped in front of him and began to make her way into the water until you could only see her hips upwards. “Do you trust me Loki?” She asked “More than anything” “Then come and join me” Loki used his magic to vanish his clothes and elegantly followed her into the water, until he came face to face with her. She raised her hands to his hair, stroking it softly, feeling the curls in her hands. He wrapped his arms around her waist and slowly brought his lips to hers. She moved her hands to his toned chest and made patterns on his moonlit skin as they both stared into each other’s eyes. She began kissing his chest and up towards his neck, while he grabbed and caressed her body. “Y/N?” “Yes Loki?” “Thank you” “For what my dear?” “For the joy you have brought into both mine and my families life. I can never thank you enough but will spend the rest of my days trying to show you just how much you mean to me”

I could feel the wetness of my tears on my cheek as the harsh white lights above me brought me back to reality. Those beautiful memories could never be tarnished no matter what. I tried to wipe away my tear, but my hands were tightly bound to whatever I was sat on. I tried to get a grasp of my surroundings, but the light was blinding me, making my vision blurred. “Awake I see” Loki’s voice shattered through the chamber. “Where am I? Loki, what happened?” “The plan went well, and now I am free. The ‘avengers’ are divided, and I will rule the earth my sweet. The question is, will you be by my side?” “Excuse me?” “You are my wife after all, and you have always been loyal to me. I am giving you a chance to rule by my side, if you decline you will become one of my mindless minions anyway.” “Oh Loki, you just do not get it. Do you?” “Get what?” “I never married you for the throne or power. I would have gone straight to Thor if that had been the case. I married you because after years of my life, unhappy and afraid. You were the one person that loved me for me, the one person I could be totally free with. The person I could cuddle up next to with a book and not have to talk but be totally content in one another’s existence. You were the person I loved more than anything, I did not care that you were from another planet or were not Odin’s biological son. You were still their family and I loved you all the same. I never wanted the throne or the power. I just wanted you” “Y/N, think of the power we could have. To rule over Midgard, then maybe Asgard.” “You can do that Loki, go for it. But I will not continue to watch you lose yourself. You have no idea how much it broke us all when you fell from the rainbow bridge. We all mourned you, as a son, as a brother and as a husband. But here you are before me, yet you are less like my Loki than ever. I don’t want to be a part of your plans. So do your worst Loki. Because it cannot be as bad as what you have already put me through.” “What a lovely speech my dear, shame it will not save you. Willingly or not. You will fight alongside me” I closed my eyes tight as he brought his Scepter over me. Yet nothing happened, I opened my eyes to see Loki, the Scepter raised, but for the first time. His hands shook, his eyes were closed. Like he was trying to form the courage. I watched him, trying not to cry as he tried to muster the courage. “Loki” I breathed. He opened an eye and stared at me. “I love you, it will be okay” suddenly with a flash, he was gone. The shackles had disappeared, and I was back on the Shield ship, unable to hold back the sobs, as Steve and Tony ran to my side.

 5 Months Later

I slowly walked down into the cells, just as I had 5 months before. It was the first time I was able to muster up the courage to see him since New York. It was nice to be back in the beautiful Asgard clothing, though I had grown quite fond of the black jeans and tighter tops. My footsteps seemed to echo along the walls as I slowly walked to Loki’s cell. “Good evening my dearest, thought you would come and gawk at the prisoner?” “Drop the facade Loki. I know that isn’t you, you may be the God of lies, but you can’t fool me.” The image evaporated and Loki sat at the edge of his cell, with a book in his hands. I looked at the cover and smiled a little “What are you smiling at?” “The book you are reading” “What about it?” “That was the first book you gave to me. I stayed up all night reading it, while you played with my hair. Do you not remember?” “Of course I remember” He grumbled “How could I ever forget such precious memories?” I looked down slowly, a smile on the edge of my lips. Frigga had shown me the way to get into the cell, so I carefully looked at Loki, “May I join you?” he almost looked surprised but gesture for me to come and sit with him. I made my way into the cell and sat next to him. “Y/N?” “Yes?” “Why did you come and see me?” “Because even after everything, I still love you. We all do. But through your hatred you forgot that.” I gently laid my head on his shoulders and though he tensed up, he soon calmed to my touch, my hands making patterns over his clothing. “How can you still love me? I did the worst things, I murdered and destroyed.” “Because you are mine, and yes right now things are not great, we are broken. I am still very hurt from what you did. But in time that will heal, if you are willing to try and become better, I believe that we can try again. I took an oath Loki, through good or bad and I would walk through heaven and hell, so that you could be happy, so that we can be together.” I felt Loki’s head move away from me as he turned to stare at me. “Really, do you mean that?” “Always”

[caprichans]

stray kids as your daycare teachers

note: was feeling absolutely soft last night just thinking about this so consider this done with justice 🥺🤙 

for the softs, listen to angel - chancellor, taeyeon! 

— 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧

okay firstly, imagine the grins and the laughs he'd flash and sound to all the children once they come to school

 your first day of school teacher who would hug you the instant you were crying because you didn't want to be left by your parents, or greeting you with a bright smile whenever you'd enter the daycare with optimism

the type to sit cross-legged and sing the rubber ducky song to the children :--(( and have the children sing along with him :--(( hend selp thats the softest shit ever

i feel like he'd know how to handle the kids well, being patient with them and he'd be able to help the kids with learning shapes and making new friend

the storyteller 🥺 usually ends with morals so that the kids would learn

animated expressions and lots of shy grinning after storytelling bcs of the times where the kids giving him no reaction

overall a gentle father figure who'd make sure that the kids are taken care of and brought back home safely at the end of the day

BONUS: him actually being a father and bringing his own child home from daycare with the most pleasant of smiles over ice cream on the way home

the rest of the members under the cut!

— 𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐣𝐢𝐧

pov: youre the single mother who brings their child to daycare and you see this man with a bunch of kids surrounding him, cheering his name, all the while he his eyes down with a grin and his hands wrapped around the children. you feeling in love yet? 

100% cuddle bot like all the kids would be telling him that he’s like a pillow and that he’s all warm and fluffy 

handles all the situations calmly, and makes sure that all the kids are well-behaved are not loitering around the place 

he would sing them to sleep with his god-like vocals within seconds. the kids are feeling fuzzy during nap time? woojin the superdad would come to the rescue and serenade the kids with a soft lullaby to put them to sleep. and probably even me, so does that make me a baby--

very good at animal impressions like omg imagine him chasing the kids around while pretending to be a bear or a tiger and all the kids are jus squealing and laughing at him good bye i love kim woojin everyone

— 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨

alright fellas minho may be a sarcastic diva but have u seen the way he takes care of his 3 precious cats??? pure devastation 

im talking about his gentle, soothing voice wrapping all the kids in blankies and caressing their hair to help them sleep when they’re feeling sleepy 

he’s not much of a storyteller, and neither is he an actor, but for the kids, he’ll make exceptions 

ok but hello imagine a cute lil girl waddling up to him and giving him a flower she picked up from the ground.��“i picked this flower up from the ground and i wanted to give it to teacher lee because he wooks pweety!” and minho just bursting the softest smiles while telling her thank you 

does he wear it for the rest of the day? yes. does his friends comment about it when he hangs out with them after work? yes. does he take it off? no. 

oh my god guys i cried while doing minhos shit maybe im falling in love idk i should just go ot9. minho as a daycare teacher. period. PERIOD. 

— 𝐬𝐞𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐧

def one of the most hyper and giddy daycare teachers anyone has ever seen

we been knew changbins a literal babie by heart and soul, so while the kids would be afraid of him at first look bc of his resting bitch face, the moment he introduces himself to the kids his expression totally changes 

“HELLO KIDS I’M TEACHER BINNIE!” 

TEACHER BINNIE CAN YOU HEAR MY HEART BREAKING IN HALF 

would be an exceptionally whiny teacher too, probs would use whining as a discipline method so that the kid would be more aware of how they sound like when theyre whining

a weird method, i know, but if that goes too far, he wouldn’t hesitate to comfort the kid if he starts crying in guilt, and would tell them not to throw such tantrums like that next time 

wait shut up him doing his cringey aegyo to the kids to make them feel happy after they scrape their knee on the ground or when he himself scolds them for doing something wrong damn i love u binnie :--((

— 𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧

i cant even begin to express how this man absolutely adores kids?? like he even said that he would give the kids a piggyback ride after church and that it was one of his fondest memories??? 

hold my beer and let me just cry at how much of a good daycare teacher and a father hwang fonking hyunjin would be hhHhH okok 

would even lift the children up and twirl them around like those movie scenes just so that they can make them laugh 

well he’d be the type to see the children absolutely filled with happiness and laughter so he’d do anything in his willpower to make sure that happens!!!!!

would bring some trinkets and candies to give to them for behaving well today and would say things like “what’s the magic word?” and the kids would chorus with “pwease!” and hyun would just do that lil eye smile of his while saying “very gooood!” while giving them their reward omg hyunjin can u be my daycare teacher 

let me end on a very hyunjin note: him clapping with his hands spread while he sings to them some cute nursery songs that would make the kdis sing along bye im still in love w hwang hyunjin guys its been four days

— 𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠

another charming daycare teacher with amazing vocals that can woo the kids into stopping what theyre doing or lulling them to sleep stan han jisung

That Daycare Teacher with the sunshine smiles and the honey-like voice that you’d see watching them from the playground i assure you ma’am you’re in good hands here 

maybe you’d even ask him for his number i dont know-- 

would be playing the guitar for the kids and telling them all about his bizarre and adventrous day!

all the kids would point at him and tell him that he looks like a squirrel, and when he tells them that “nooo i’m a quokka!” they’d go “wooka!!” and oof watch jisung burst into uwus i swear he’s very giddy around kids sigh im devastated yet again

— 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱

the kids would fall for felix at first glance excuse you they’d be all over him and screaming his name “its teacher bokkie yay!” and he’d laugh and greet the kids with that smile up there 

they’d play with his adorable frekkies (freckles)! theyd ask him why he’d cover his freckles and when he’d say that he’s “shy to show it to the people”, the kids would deny it and say that its a beautiful natural feature on him 

and wow imagine felix gaining more confidence from what they said and on some occasions he’d keep his face bare so that his freckles would be shown huhu lee felix u cutie 

is a clumsy and stuttery mess as a daycare teacher, fussing about the rowdy kids and carrying their toys while telling them to settle down 

overall felix would jus be so frantic and messy as a daycare teacher and man the way he’d exhale tiredly during lunch and all the other teachers would note how tired he is. still a cutie. 

— 𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧

just saying this myday fanatic would probably have day6 songs piano vers. on full play for the kids to sleep to

but otherwise i dont really see seungmin as a type to be a daycare teacher, bc i can only imagine him as that big brother you’d see waiting by the shed when he’s ready to pick his little sib up 

but if he were to be a daycare teacher, damn he’d be the most gentle one ever, low, comforting voices and little teasing remarks whenever the kid’s in a mischievous mood

tbh the type to just fondly watch over the kids during naptime. like he’s on his desk, scrolling through his phone, and he’d just glance up and smile at all the sleeping children. 

would probably take a few pics and post it on his insta or his story to rant about how his kids are just so adorable when he sleeps 

probs texts his wife “hey when are we having a child” but thats for another time 

— 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧

the happiest babie daycare teacher to ever step foot within the daycare center

imagine the kids being used to teacher innie’s braces, so when jeongin enters one day telling the kids that he doesnt have braces, he’s all grinning and happier and all the kids are either at awe or whining at how cute he looked without braces on

would def be the type to act as a superhero and “save the kids from the perils of the villain” aka teacher binnie!!!

“oh no! binnie the t-rex is coming after us! let’s run!” and he and the kids are running and squealing while changbin rawrs and chases after them o dang i felt soft just doing this 

the kids would ask him to do aegyo and he’d deny it at first, but since it’s due to the kid’s popular demand, he does it and all the kids clap in joy for his cute charms uwu 

request some imagines! i hope you enjoyed 💖💖

[siriuslysnuffles]

Time

my contribution to @jilychallenge for march 2018. i was partnered with the superb @starlillie. 

James is the dad that not so secretly frets over every potential disaster that could happen and accidently freaks out and yells quite a lot because "nO Harry get away from the toaster or so hELP me Godric"

can also be read on ffn and ao3. 

James had always been the type of person to care for others. Or as Sirius would put it, smother them. He enjoyed taking the mickey out of James’ need to fret over them when they were sick. The joke had started in first-year when Remus had been sick but continued on through the years. They had believed it had reached its peak during Lily’s pregnancy, but it had been nearly as bad as when Harry had been born and the months that followed.

Having always been spoiled and adored, James saw no other way to care for Harry than by spoiling and adoring him. Although, Harry, being a baby, didn’t quite understand everything his mum and dad were doing in order to make sure he had a wonderful childhood he wouldn’t remember. This included James’ many attempts at bribery that Harry refused to accept.

The first-month home was fine. Brilliant even, despite the lack of sleep James and Lily were receiving. Most of what Harry had accomplished to do was stare at his mother’s beautiful eyes. It had been one of his favourite pastimes, and James didn’t blame his cariad bach. He would watch her every second of every single day for the rest of his life if he could.

James wished he could go back to the second month when Harry had cooed at everything James or Lily did, but they grew up so fast, he supposed. Part of him wished he’d never grow up, feeling instantly guilty when he remembered the news they had been told. Knowing that Voldermort, he scoffed, was after his son, his love and there was nothing they could do about it but hide away.

Month three was filled with laughter. Laughter as his mother who blew on his stomach and kissed his cheeks at every moment. Laughter at his father who played peek-a-boo with his invisibility cloak. Laughing as his uncles made faces at him or tickled him. Snuggling into his father as he put him down for a nap.

Harry’s fourth-month was the beginning of James’ Harry-caused anxiety. He could see so much of Lily in him just by the way he held himself, or tried to. Head held in a look of defiance as his feet wobbled; James was always there to catch him with Lily watching in amusement as James kissed every inch of Harry’s face when he cried–even when the tears had passed and the child had calmed down.

Next was Harry’s anxiety-filled stage where he would cry anytime Lily or James left the room. His little lips would begin to tremble and Lily would take him into her arms, stroking his hair and back softly until he would look up at her with his big green eyes. James would bounce him on his lap gently, rambling a mile-a-minute until his own nerves calmed down only to notice that Harry had fallen asleep. With a small kiss on the forehead, James would place him gently in his arms and up the stairs to his cot.

In his sixth-month, Harry had begun exploring. Everything was his and had a right to be placed in his mouth. Whether it was his mother’s potion vials or his father’s old snitch. Lily would giggle before taking it away while James’ mind immediately went to every worse case scenario in which Harry would need to be taken to St. Mungo’s. His wonderful wife would tease him before placing consolation kisses on his cheek, neck, nose. Maybe he would find a way to bottle them, they’d work better than any Liquid Luck.

Harry in month seven had begun to get a twinkle in his eyes about giving his father every heart problem imaginable that James supposed was his own form of karma for all the mischief he had gotten into as a child. His eyes had begun to get fixated on Godric, that only meant trouble could be expected for their precious cat. He supposed the cat might have deserved it in his son’s eyes for his initial mistrust of the baby.

Once Harry had begun to crawl at eight-months, the house was chaos, but James wouldn’t change it for anything in the world. Even if he was the one running after Harry as he chased the cat giddily. Lily’s reasoning when he asked why he had to be the only always going after Harry was that it was a way to keep him fit. He couldn’t really argue with that logic–or maybe it was the way her eyes held a mischievous glint to them that would have had him falling in love with her if he wasn’t already.

He was nine-months old, and James couldn’t help but tear up as Harry began catching the toy snitch Sirius had gotten him. Grasping it in his tiny hand and showing it off to his mummy. Her laughter would fill the room as she looked at James with a teasing scowl before dramatically blaming James for their son’s habit of showing off. He’d ruffle Harry’s hair, affectionately placing a kiss on top of his black mane.

He was waving good-bye to James as Lily carried him away from the room. He smiled back at his precious son, letting it fall once he was no longer in sight. A moment later, he let himself fall apart. Let himself shake in fear as the overwhelming dread for his family settled into the pit of his stomach. He’d die before he let anything to happen to Harry or Lily, and he trusted Sirius with his life, but he couldn’t help but be scared. He tried to clear off the look from his face when Lily returned to the living-room, but she knew him better than that. Placing herself in his lap, she rested her head gently on his shoulder, mumbling words of comfort into his neck as her own fears surfaced. He stroked her hair absentmindedly, reveling in the feeling that was just so Lily.

Eleven-months old and running a hand through his hair as he watched James do so. Lily giggled before kissing Harry’s cheek adoringly. What about me, Evans, James teased before receiving a kiss of his own accompanied with whispered promises. Hazel eyes widened as he began nervously grabbing onto his hair, followed by his son’s imitation of it. Does mummy make you nervous too, Har, he asked as his eyes shifted back to Lily walking away with a grin. As he picked Harry up, he didn’t notice Harry’s small hand reaching for the wand James had placed behind his ear until his poor son had taken it in his tiny grasp. Waving the wand back and forth, he had managed to set the toaster on fire for the second time that week before James had managed to steal it back from him. With a soft sigh and a lazy flick of the wrist, he extinguished it; James wasn’t even sure if it still worked from the last time, it was probably fine...he hoped. He turned back to his son who had an innocent look on his face, as if he hadn’t just been misbehaving. James laughed gently, yeah, I get it, irony. Harry began nuzzling into his neck, looking up at him only briefly with dada escaping his mouth in a content sigh.

It seemed surreal that he was already one. Lily had begun sobbing into James’ chest on Harry’s birthday. James whispering to her for over an hour that it was a good thing as he watched his son chase after Godric who still hasn’t forgiven the little troublemaker for his previous assaults. James chuckled, placing a lingering kiss on his wife’s lips. Wait until he opens his godfather’s gift, he said as his fingers trailed down her cheek. It’s what we wanted, he reminded her before placing a kiss to the top of her head. She sighed sadly before moving away from him to attend to Harry who lied on the floor, his bottom lip quivering as he tried to gain the cat’s attention. Godric, Lily look pleadingly at the animal who consented and cuddled up next to Harry. He held an exasperated expression as Harry grabbed onto his fur roughly. Mama, he said proudly, his joyful giggling enough to warm his mother’s heart. Lily placed him gently in her lap, bouncing him up and down with kisses placed on her son’s nose, cheeks, and forehead. James took a seat beside her, his hand going around her shoulder. I love you, Lily, he sighed her name gently. I love you too, even if you are corrupting Harry, her eyes caught his with a sly smile. Instantly he moved, letting his hands shift to her hair and his mouth to her neck. More giggles escaped the birthday boy’s mouth, oblivious to his parents’ flirting. Oblivious to the limitless love they held for one another.  

Bye, Mama, Harry said waving his hand as Lily left the room. James sat back as the toddler walked around the bedroom. His toys scattered around the room. Harry’s eyes shifted to his toys as he sat down to examine them before deciding on the broomstick Sirius had given him. Do you want to fly, Har, James questioned him adoringly. He watched as his son’s eyes lit up at ‘fly.’ C’mere, cariad bach, he said, motioning for the toddler to come to him. Harry stumbled only slightly before entering his father’s arms. I love you so much, Harry, he mumbled into his son’s hair before taking the boy’s hand in his and walking him over to the toy broom. Lily came back into the room a while later, her face set alight with the amusement from her husband’s body sprawled on the floor with a toddler sitting on top of him. Your son exhausted me, Annwyl, his eyes shifted to the child on his chest. And to think you used to be fit, and here we have you in your old age, Mr Potter, her lips curved up into a gentle smile before taking Harry from him. Is your daddy being funny, love? He nodded, smiling up at his mother while pulling on her hair. Red, he gripped the hair again. Lily threw her head back, our little Gryffindor, isn’t he?  

James laughed as he fondly watched his small son stuff scrambled eggs into his mouth. Messy eater, aren’t you? Didn’t mummy just get you to use a spoon, cariad bach, Harry eyes had gone wide at the mention of his mother. Green eyes scanned the room for any indication of his favourite person, or so Lily teased. Mama, the word held a question to it. She’ll be awake soon, he said as he handed Harry another spoon which he proceeded to bang on his plate. James looked into the emerald eyes sternly (or as sternly as he could), he was preparing to be a responsible adult to a fourteen-month-old when Harry decided to tell him off. No, was his son’s brilliant statement that set James off into a giant laughing fit that only made Harry begin chanting the word. No, no, no, no, he said with a smile as his mother walked into the room. Harry learned how to say ‘no,’ a grin spread across her face as James nodded.

I want another one, James told her the morning Harry turned fifteen-months-old. His arms wrapped around Lily’s waist as he watched his son drawing lines on a piece of parchment–although James thought it might have been Lily by the colours he was using. He laughed lightly into her neck, or maybe two. His mouth shifted to kiss the spot behind her ear delicately, what do you think? I mean perhaps not now, but one day. She leant back into him as she watch her son with pure adoration. Okay, she promised.

No matter how much trouble Harry got into, they would always want more of him. More time to love him, care for him, adore him. Time they would never get.

feedback? can anyone also let me know if i described a child’s behavior right? 

[rauliskafan]

The Greatest Gift

Some Barba Christmas Comfort and Joy for the sensational @svu-stories!!! And thank you to the marvelous @vintagemichelle91 for the beautiful banner!!! Enjoy!!!

The apartment appeared perfect. A tremendous tree consumed the living room. Four stockings pinned to the walls, one for your precious boy, one for your kitty cat, two for the parents over the moon, anxiously awaiting Christmas morning.

And of course, Santa required sweets.

“What are these?”

Rafael stepped into the kitchen bursting with bowls and spoons and flour scattered like snow. You smiled when you saw him and dipped one finger into some chocolate chips melted with butter.

“Those are cannoli cookies,” you said, pointing to the first batch of treats. “They’ll get some of the chocolate drizzle.”

“All that chocolate?” he asked.

“You know you would love it,” you teased. “No. I have other plans.” Bypassing a tray of traditional chocolate chips, you stood before the refrigerator and paused as you held out your hand.

“You want a lick first?” you asked.

“Always.”

Parting his lips, he suckled your finger, his tongue almost causing your flesh to melt in a way that butter never could when you pulled away and rubbed your nose to his.

“Taste good?” you asked.

“You know you do,” he said with a wink. “Now what’s behind door number two?”

Washing your hands like the pro you were, you finally opened the fridge to reveal three platters of peanut butter balls, and Rafael’s green eyes grew wide at first sight.

“Is this the homemade Reese’s thing?” he hopefully asked.

“Give that boy a gold star,” you said. “Peanut butter and more butter. Sugar and vanilla. Just have to dip these in the chocolate, and we’re good to go.”

Laughing, Rafael kissed you and rolled up his sleeves.

“Oh, now this is cute,” you said. “The ADA making like the caterer.”

“You think I can’t get this right? Just you watch.” Holding your tongue, you saw him take up a peanut butter ball in his large hand and douse it in the chocolate sauce. Setting in on the next available plate, he seemed puzzled by the excess and turned the homemade candy around and around before looking to you with worried eyes.

“Um… isn’t it supposed to look like… it’s not supposed to be so messy.”

“Quite right, darling,” you said, opening a drawer and stabbing another ball with a toothpick. Using the makeshift handle, you were able to gracefully coat your piece in the perfect amount of chocolate and set in on the plate, leaving some of the peanut butter color exposed.

“Those hands of yours can do a million amazing things… but leave the candy making to your wife.”

“Sweets by the sweet,” he said, placing a quick kiss on your cheek. Moving to wash his hands, letting you lick one of his fingers before he rinsed, he stood close and kissed the top of your head.

“Where’s our hombrecito?” he asked.

“He was beat after ice skating,” you said. “I’m waiting for him to wake up and want his hot dogs.”

“At this hour?” he asked, looking at his watch.

“Listen to you!”

“You always say that he shouldn’t sleep on a full stomach,” Rafael reminded.

“Well… we can make an exception. Come the New Year we are all eating healthier.”

“So much to look forward to,” Rafael grumbled.

“Would you rather have to buy a bunch of new vests?” you challenged, tapping his tummy.

“I never said no to selecting a new suit.”

He said nothing else as you finished dipping, set the plates in the refrigerator and swiftly headed into his arms to kiss and cuddle him, potbelly and all, when Jingles meowed.

“What’s wrong, kitty cat?” you asked. Jingles looked at you like it was insanity to expect an answer in a familiar language, and she just padded back to your little boy’s bedroom.

“Is something wrong with Zachary?” Rafael asked.

“No, there can’t be.”

Hand-in-hand, you rushed to the foot of his bed, the room looking like it was ready to receive a train from any station in the world. It took only a few steps for you to realize that Zachary was sniffling into his pillow.

“Hombrecito?”

Rafael dashed to one side of his small form, and you sat at the other, rubbing the little boy’s back and trying to find his eyes as his sobs intensified.

“Zachary?” you asked. “Baby, tell Mama and Pop what’s wrong.”

He kept sobbing. You searched your mind for something that had gone wrong during the day out. But he seemed so happy then, the smell of pine, the twinkling lights, and the smooth surface barely scratching beneath your feet. You tried to hold him when Zachary shrugged away and crawled to the edge of the bed.

“Oh, Zachary,” you said.

“What happened?” Rafael asked. “Were we being too loud?”

One look at Jingles seemed to confirm that point, and she jumped up to sit beside the boy so he could pet her head. The only thing that any of you could think to do was surround him with hugs…

…and wait.

“I… I dreamed you didn’t come home, Pop.”

Rafael looked stunned, but his face registered the awful understanding as your eyes brimmed with tears and you hugged Zachary closer.

“Oh, baby,” you started. “I’m sorry. We didn’t even think that---”

“My first Mama and Pop never made it home for Christmas.”

On their way home from the father’s Christmas party. Black ice. It was tragic.

“Hombrecito, we’re so, so sorry.”

Rafael’s hands were on your arms, his fingers that could do so many things dragging you closer until the three of you were locked in a singular embrace. One look into Rafael’s eyes shared your guilt for not thinking, for believing that the holiday could come and go without incident. That the time of year would not take its toll on this sweet little boy. You said nothing, your gaze flickering from Rafael to Zachary and back again. Finally, your husband parted his lips.

“Hombrecito,” he began. “Can you look at us?”

It took the little one several seconds, but slowly he lifted his eyes, green like his Pop’s, and even though his lip trembled, he made eye contact.

“Thank you,” Rafael continued. “Zachary, we know. And if you need to be sad, neither one of us is going to tell you not to be.”

“But you always no want me to cry,” he pointed out. You were on the verge of a total stream of tears when Rafael tousled the little boy’s curly orange hair.

“Very true,” Rafael observed. “But…”

For a second he seemed at a loss. You wondered how or even if he could salvage this when he smiled.

“Zachary, when we cry for someone we’ve lost, it’s like we’re watering the place where they live in our heart. I do that with my abuelita. And your parents don’t mind if you’re sad. As long as you take the love those tears leave behind and share it with as many people as you can.”

You sat stunned, a part of you unable to process the fact that your husband was suddenly a poet. Zachary’s little face scrunched up in contemplation. After wiping his eyes, he opened his arms wide.

“Let me share with you then.”

Embracing as a family once more, you looked over Zachary’s head and mouthed a quick thank you to Rafael. He shook his head and bestowed a quick kiss on your brow.

“Baby?” you finally asked. “Would you like some cookies? Santa will be here soon. Want to help me pick out the best ones for him?”

“Yes please, Mama.”

With Jingles at your heels, you led your beautiful boy and handsome husband back to the kitchen. Zachary took his time selecting the sweets, and once he seemed satisfied, he set a dish aside and focused on the tree.

“Can we all sit and look at the lights?” he asked.

“Sure thing,” Rafael said. “Want to bring some of the cookies we’re not sharing with Santa?”

“Oh, yes please!”

That made him happy, and you sat with chocolate chip and cannoli cookies. On the couch, Zachary rested between the pair of you, and Jingles snuggled in the crook of your other arm. The twinkling lights shifted from rainbow to white and back again, every ornament catching a ray with one sequence or another.

“Feeling better, baby?” you softly asked.

“Yes, Mama,” he said. “The cookies are real good. Santa will like them.”

“Bet he leaves you even more gifts!” you said when Zachary turned serious, his eyes seemingly searching for something to say when he exhaled a small breath.

“The only gift I want is for you and Pop to never go away,” he started. “I want you to live in my heart and everywhere else.”

Your heart started to splinter at the sound of his words, and you wavered between trying to reason with him or changing the subject when Rafael took the lead.

“You got it, hombrecito,” Rafael promised, shooting you a smile.

“Good,” Zachary declared with a yawn. His green eyes grew heavy, and he drifted off for what you hoped were better dreams. You lingered with Rafael on the couch, his lips meeting the top of your head every few moments, until he nodded his head and tenderly disentangled the boy from your arms.

“Let’s put him to bed,” Rafael whispered. He carried Zachary to his bedroom, and you tucked him together with two kisses before lowering the lights and halfway closing the door.

“Rafael?”

Reaching for his hand in the hallway, you savored the feel of his warm palm against yours and swallowed hard before you spoke.

“I… should we promise him that gift?” you carefully asked. “I mean… anything could happen.”

Rafael frowned, and you felt bad for throwing cold water on his efforts when he folded you into his arms.

“Mi amor, I see as much every day,” he began. “But when it comes to you… when it comes to us I have learned to believe in nothing but the best.”

His lips met yours, and you delighted in his kiss, the feel of his fingers dancing down your back until you drew back slightly and found his eyes.

“Gift given and received, Rafael,” you said.

“Feliz Navidad, mi amor,” he said.

“And the happiest of New Years, my darling,” you replied, holding him again and believing in everything when it came to your baby boy, your cuddly kitty cat…

…and your always astonishing ADA.

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So I finally finished writing my request. I wanted it to be as detailed as I could make it. Can you tell me (once more) what Sebastian would like about me as his s/o and what he would be like if her where my father.My life motto has been, “Learn not to know and care.” I'm really stubborn and I like to have my own way. But other times, when I just don't have the energy to, I just let things slide. Like somethings might get me really angry but i'm just like, “I don't have energy to get mad at you right now. Maybe later on today I will.”. I'm interverted. I hate small talk that has no purpose. I also hate it when people come up to me at ungodly hours in the morning saying good morning in oddly cheery, high pitched voices(or ever greetings me like that at any time of day). I'm not really a morning person. Like most creative people, my productive hours are from 21:00-08:00 in a straight day. If I had to wake up early it would take me several hours just to be productive.  I'm not much of a lady (if not at all) but I'm more reserved than this day’s generation. I can't really connect with people my own age and i don't feel comfortable around those younger than me. Contrary when it comes to those older than me. I love to be informed about life and deep debates/discussions/conversations/.My whole life revolves around these things, writing, gel ink ballpoint 0.7mm pens, bass guitars, camera angles, anime and manga. My favourite subject is History and I'm interested in learning Japanese, Latin and German. I absolutely hate learn Spanish, Science, and Math. Not being very photogenic I hate pictures of my self or taking pictures of people. I enjoy landscapes and scenery. My favourite time of the day is twilight or sunset to dusk. Its really a magical and mistical look especially in the city skyline. I love candlelit dinners and fancy food. I'm a hopeless romantic and I love to write and read about it too.You can do this when ever your ready. Thank you!

Ps. I'm also very obsessive, aggressive, and clingy when I can be. I also love rainy days and tea (lady grey, orange passion fruit jasmine, peach, earl grey)

I like eating a lot and I'm overweight because of that. I'm afraid if kitchens in the dark because of a past traumatic experience I had when I was too young to remember. I'm actually religious but I still curse...a lot. I hate it when people tell me what to do and I like being in control of my life yet submissive to my partner. I get called the traditional and aggressive wife by my pears. I like doing this the old school way. I also love singing and anything bass(did I mention bass guitars?!) I love too cuddle and act like a cat sometimes so I can get very noisy 

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What Sebastian would like about you as his s/o:

First one HERE

- Sebastian likes how stubborn you are. A lot of humans he comes across are weak-willed and don't know what they want, who they are, and where to go. But you... You will stand your ground when you want to, and you’ll bow and bend when you want to. Everything is on your terms and he loves that. 

- He loves your creativity. He loves how you dislike mornings even though you like dusk. He loves how you’re unladylike yet so polite and reserved. You can’t connect with people your own age and this has never ceased to amaze him, and he enjoys the contrast between the you who’s interacting with younger people and the you who interacts with elder people.

- Sebastian loves watching you lose yourself in a philosophical or intellectually stimulating book or debate. He loves the way your eyes light up and the way your brown hair catches the sun rays, revealing the many different colours in your hair. He also loves watching you lose yourself in a good book or in a good anime.  He feels like he gets to see you caught off guard and around a creature as dangerous as he is, this means more than he could ever tell you.

- So many people diet or restrict their food intake, whereas you eat when you’re hungry and when your body demands it, and he loves that too. So many humans deny themselves of what they want and you don’t. He loves the contradiction in your being religious but swearing and not giving a shit. He loves how you stand your ground when someone tells you what to do.

- He loves how cuddly you are and how much you resemble a cat on those rainy days when it’s just you and Sebastian. He loves how many different teas you enjoy and how many you have still to sample. He loves your singing voice, even if he has to be sneaky in order to hear it. 

- Simply put, he loves you for you and no force on Earth could ever change that.

What Sebastian would be like as your father:

- Just from observing you, Sebastian would know when you don’t want to fight, but he’d also know when you’re desperate for one. He doesn't know much about parenting so he’s pretty lost most of the time, but I think he’d give you whatever you need. If you’re looking for a reason to fight him, he’ll give you one. If you can’t be bothered, he won’t push you and will leave the issue for a later date when you’ve got more pent-up frustration.

- Sebastian would make sure that you’re up early, but no earlier than 8AM because he’s a busy man with many duties (he low-key sees you as a duty too, but you’re his most precious and rewarding duty). He wouldn’t greet you cheerily but would come in silently with a cup of tea and a breakfast tray for you. If you’re younger than thirteen, he’d pick your clothes for you. If you’re fourteen or older, he’ll just tell you to get dressed and seek him out when you’ve completed your morning routine.

- You enjoy and prefer the company of those older than you, something your father can understand well. If you were older than ten, he’d take you with him when he goes to see Undertaker, knowing that you’d appreciate the deep philosophical conversations and the many jokes. He chastises you when you act unladylike but knows that he can’t do much to stop you - the apple never falls far from the tree, as humans say.

- He would take your education into his own hands so that he knows you’re getting a proper education as befitting a Michaelis. History is his very favourite subject as he has experienced it first hand, and he’d also teach you whatever languages you were interested in learning. He’d give you free rein in your education because it’s yours. 

- When you get older, he’d take you on evening walks throughout the gardens in the Estate and show you his own little rose garden, with a section dedicated just to you. This is the section where his most favourite flowers are kept.

- He’d heavily discourage snacks after 6PM, but would oblige if he felt that you were really, genuinely hungry. He’d be mindful of your past traumas and would go himself, bringing the snack to you and then clearing the tray away when it’s bedtime (9 - 10PM, no later because a young lady needs adequate rest).