#and literally Every Time I Say No And Put My Foot Down older sibling begs on her behalf because she's busy hounding and guilt-tripping them

[miodiodavinci]

good news: we have water again ! ! ! a pipe had burst somewhere up the street so the city came out and fixed it today (we still need to run the tap to get rid of the air and muddy water but. it's something.)

bad news: i had to go to my partner's to do laundry and shower so i missed out on work time today (bad) (anxiety inducing) (i don't need this right now)

worst news: i have a killer headache and my throat is suspiciously stiff 👁 👁

[crimsonkenjii-writes]

heyy it's the giyuu simp hiding in your request box ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ mind if i sneak in another request :> just gonna slide this with a belated valentines day card

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may i request a giyuu x reader headcanons? where its just giyuu and the reader living a peacefull and happy life with their kids, just fluff of how their every day life goes and giyuu with his kids :D maybe even some headcanons of the other pillars meeting the kids and his s/o (feel free to change the idea ofcc i don't mind if you write it at all (~^.^)~)

Hello fellow Giyuu simp lolol

This sounds really cute! Of course I’ll write it! ʕ◡ᴥ◡ʔ♡

This turned out to be very long haha hope you don’t mind :)

Giyuu x Fem!Reader with Kids!! ♡

AU: Life Without Demons

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Giyuu was the first to ask for kids. It was a shock since you’d figure he’d be too nervous and insecure to think he’d be able to be a father. But he loves you too much to not have children with you. He just can’t picture his life without you and both of your guys’ children in his future.

“Y/N...” he approaches you timidly, “I have um something to ask you...” he kept fidgeting with his hands and struggled making eye contact. His cheeks starting to burn. “What is it, Giyuu??” He sat there a bit, his brows knitted together as if he’d trying to figure out how to compile his sentence. “Let’s have children!” He finally bursts out boldly. You were taken back for a second but smiled wide and hugged him, agreeing with all of your heart.

Giyuu didn’t want too many kids. He only wanted about two children. (Maybe three children he’s thinking on it 👀) And that’s what you both had. One boy and one girl. The boy took more of your looks but also had a good mix of Giyuu as well. He ended up taking his eyes and messy hair but had your hair color and overall facial features. The girl was a very good mix between the two of you. The boy was the eldest child.

Giyuu was the type of parent to spoil his children a lot. You often had to stop him because it got hard for him to say no to them a lot of the times. But when it came down to it, he knew when to be strict and stand his ground. Like if one of your children throws a tantrum for not getting the toy they want, Giyuu would have a stern tak with them about how they need to learn the importance of being told “no” and to handle it like a “big boy/girl”

Giyuu would also do whatever it takes to help you with anything around the house or with the kids. He’d also do anything to spend as much time with his children as possible.

Giyuu also secretly loved it when his kids would get nightmares and ask to sleep with the both of you. He really loved sleeping next to his family and would often invite the kids into the futon even if they didn’t have a nightmare that night. They’d always get really excited and join without hesitation. He also LOVES holding their hands. He loves how tiny and soft they are in his large, calloused ones. He also really loved having them ride on his shoulders

When it came down to being the good cop bad cop, you both had an equal share between it. I can see Giyuu being pretty strict but not to the point where it’s suffocating. He’d still take extra precautions to make sure his kids are safe and don’t get into trouble. He also tries to come to complete understandings with his children when they’re in disagreements with him. He’d sit and talk with them and make sure they don’t feel invalidated or hurt. Sometimes though, he’ll have to put his foot down and tell his children to listen to them and not question his thinking. He’ll often try to come back to them later and explain again.

Kamboko Squad and Pillars’ Reactions to First Born (and general interactions with kids)

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When the news got out to everyone that you both were expecting children, they were all so very excited.

You were a few weeks pregnant and Tanjirou (and the rest of the squad) came by to visit and he was able to smell it off you. You were a little shocked how he was able to notice until he explained how his mom smelled a certain way when pregnant with his siblings. Then it made a bit more sense. Kind of.

Poor little boy teared up because of how happy he was for the both of you. He was so happy to see Giyuu with the love of his life and now starting a family. Inosuke got all those fluffy things around his head. He was very soft and gentle around you and it was really cute. Sometimes he’d just stare at your bloated stomach and it seemed like he was having a psychic conversation with the baby lolol.

Nezuko was very excited to meet the new baby and couldn’t wait nine months! Zenitsu was really happy for the both of you and it really warmed his heart to hear the baby’s heartbeat. He also got very scared for you because he heard that giving birth if very painful and he’d never want to go through something like that either.

They all saw your kids as their own little siblings, especially Tanjirou. Tanjirou is very good with kids so they ended up liking Tanjirou a lot and would often beg you to let him visit more often so they could play with him. Nezuko also saw them and her own siblings and would always volunteer to knit/fix their haoris if they ever got damaged. She always brought snacks (usually toasted rice crackers) for the kids when she visited. She also helped with cooking dinner when she visited.

Zenitsu loved playing with them. Until one day your son found a worm and showed it to Zenitsu and he freaked out and thought it was a snake for a second. He started to become more wary of your son from then on.

Inosuke shared his boar mask with them and would let them ride on his back as he ran around. He also visited one day with a nicely wrapped box (wrapped by Tanjirou) and gifted it to your kids. You and Giyuu were very confused to see that it only had acorns in there.

You had Shinobu do regular check ups with you to make sure the pregnancy was going well. Despite her constant teasing, she actually told Giyuu how happy she was for him. This really warmed his heart and he couldn’t thank Shinobu enough for all her help. She helped with both the pregnancies/deliveries

Mitsuri was so so SO excited to meet the new babies!! She seemed more excited than you and Giyuu! She loves babies and thinks they’re really cute. And the fact that it’s going to be yours and Giyuu’s baby??? Geez, that just makes it 10x more adorable!! She really really wanted to be the first friend to hold the baby so you granted her wish. She was crying so much, she was so happy.

The baby’s cheeks became very red from how much Mitsuri pinched them. She nicknamed him her “Little Mochi” because of his squishy cheeks. (and she nicknamed your girl her “Little Sakura”)

Obanai kept trying to deny how happy and excited he was. “Hmph! I don’t do babies. Not at all.” But then he saw its cute, little chubby cheeks and couldn’t resist. He then vowed to be the greatest uncle to your baby boy (and girl once she visited the world)

Kyojuro was really excited to meet the baby too. His booming voice scared the baby and made him cry so Kyo learned to be more quiet around him. He was so nervous holding the baby but then got more use to it and didn’t want to hand him back. He wanted to hold on to the little boy forever!!

Muichiro was mostly dazed out but waved his finger in front of him and your little baby boy held onto him. Muichiro got very happy. “Y/N, Y/N! Look! He’s- he’s holding on to me!!” You’ve never seen him smile so wide. He’d often visit and be like, “Can I play with him today? I’ve missed him.” And he’d play with him for hours! He was the same with your little girl as well once she came around.

Sanemi kept trying to act all tough. “No! I don’t care about kids! Least of all babies! I couldn’t care less about Tomioka’s stupid ba-“ his eyes widened when he saw the baby. Then you saw the most softest smile on his face for the first time. He hugged the baby tight to him and didn’t let go or move for a while. He might or might not have teared up. But you swore with him that you saw nothing 👀 He’d make plenty of ohagi for the kids and make some extra for you and Giyuu. Giyuu was very happy to see Sanemi opening up a bit more and glad he became better friends with him as well.

“Tch, don’t get too comfortable, Tomioka. I’m only here for my niece, nephew and Y/N.” He was teasing he loved Giyuu too.

Tengen and his wives were all over the baby! His wives loved the baby so so so much!! They even planned out a baby shower for you when they heard the news so a lot of your baby stuff came from them! Once he finally joined the world, all of them teared up from joy. They all took turns holding the baby, playing with him, bouncing him on their laps. Tengen said that if you or Giyuu ever needed help, him and his wives were right there anytime.

The wives loved playing with your daughter! They’d often do her hair and make it really pretty. They’d also often spoil her with new pretty kimonos and hairpins and always said, “Once she gets older, we’ll always have girls nights out! Do all kind of girl talks and girl things! It’ll be so much fun!!”

Tengen got the baby a whole bunch of shiny jewelry and was like, “Ha! Now your baby boy shall be flamboyant! Even more flamboyant than he was before!!” He also secretly found it extremely adorable how he looked like a little baby Giyuu at first. Then he grew to have more of your facial features and it just made it even cuter for Tengen. He had a little soft spot for your daughter because he thought having a daughter would be very precious so he’d literally do anything for her (and would protect her with his life)

Gyomei was SO happy!!! He of course teared up too and was very very gentle with him. It was kind of cute seeing such a large man hold such a tiny little human. It’s like he could fit them each in one palm. He was one of your go to nanny’s and he’d always wear a pink apron when looking over the kids. He’d spoil them with lots of baked sweets. Everytime he visited, he always had a new beaded necklace to gift them. They ended getting too many and he stopped at one point. But he still gave them one on their birthdays

Shinobu found babies/kids a bit icky since they do have many bodily fluids they can’t control and sometimes don’t wash their hands but she still did normal check ups with them and was very good with them. She’d often visit with some new toys for the kids. She even got your daughter and little butterfly clip. Your son felt left out so she got him one too. For a while both your kids refered to her as the “Butterfly Lollipop Lady” since she gave them lollipops after every doctor visit. She’d just smile chillingly at Giyuu and say, “Tomioka-San, I figured you’d at least teach them my name after all I’ve done for you and your wife.” She was just teasing, she secretly loved her nickname

Shinobu also really loved listening to the baby’s heartbeat through a stethoscope. She also loved putting her hand on your belly and often talked to the baby. She’ll never admit to anyone else but she really enjoyed doing these things with both your pregnancies

[donutloverxo]

Good little girl

*gif is not mine*

Note - Requested by @holacia2 and a part two to good little wife. And special thanks to @gotnofucks for all her help! I'm so overwhelmed with all the love that fic got I hope y'all like this little follow up as well❤❤

Dividers by @firefly-graphics.

Summary - Married life isn't always easy. Will you be able to solve your problems?

Warnings - 18+ only explicit sexual content, younger woman/older man, daddy kink, soft dark!Andy, SO MUCH MISOGYNY, housewife kink, innocence kink, (accusations of) cheating, arranged/forced marriage, spanking, possessive Andy.

Pairing - Mob!Andy Barber x reader

Word count - 4.9k

Masterlist is linked in the bio and the pinned post!

You handed your mother the brownies you had baked, she thanked you, telling you how it was so unnecessary, before Andy placed the wine you had gotten on the way over on the kitchen counter.

“Why don’t you go keep your father in law company, Andrew?” your mom told him. He only nodded before making way to his boss.

“So? How are things going with him?” she asked. “You are positively glowing honey! Do you have any good news yet?”

“Mom!” you gasped.

Over the past seven months you had only seen your mother a handful of times. You were still a bit upset with her for marrying you off to an older man you barely knew, a man who you thought despised you so much he refused to even touch you.

You knew she didn’t really have a say in it. Your father never really valued her opinion, there was no way she would’ve been able to stop it but she hadn’t even so much as tried.

“No, I don’t. And I won’t any time soon,” you huffed.

While being a mother was something you’d like to experience someday, you didn’t know if you were quite ready for it yet. Which was good because Andy didn’t want kids for the next few years either, he had taken you to a doctor to get you on birth control as soon as the holidays were over.

He stated that he wasn’t ready to share you just yet. That he wasn’t sure he wants his kids to be a part of the mob, which you didn’t want either.

“Oh, but you have to, cookie. I need a distraction. Being a mom is all I’ve ever known and ever since you left the house has been so empty.”

“Well, what about daddy?” you frowned. He had never really liked spending time with your siblings or your mother, but to leave her be on her own like that.

“He’s always with Charlotte,” she rolled her eyes. “I would’ve been fine with it, he’s always been like that, can’t expect him to change now, but he brought her here, now, to a family dinner.” She sighed in resignation.

You had heard a familiar high pitched annoying laugh upon coming home, but you thought that to be one of your brothers floozies.

Charlotte, or Cherry, used to be a good friend of yours in college. Before you brought her home for the holidays of your freshman year and she decided to shack up with your married father, who was almost thrice her age. You lost touch with her after that.

“I’m telling you, honey, a kid is a good way of securing your marriage and starting a family. You are young now... but you will grow old someday. Andrew’s a good man... but he is still a man at the end of the day.”

You scoffed at that, “I won’t have you talking that way about my husband! We are already a family, we’re in love each other and he’s nothing like dad.”

She gave you a teary smile, “Young love--is just so innocent and beautiful. You always see the best in people, cookie. I hope I’m wrong about this. Any man would be an idiot to not appreciate you.”

“Andy does appreciate me. And take good care of me, ma...” you trailed off.

He did take good care of you. After the night you consummated your marriage he brought you breakfast in bed. He hadn’t kept his hands off of you for the past few weeks, doting on you any chance he could get, telling you he loved you every chance he got.

But you wondered... did he love you?

The kind of love you’d only ever read about in classical novels. The kind of love you’d dreamt of having ever since you could remember, the kind you thought you once had with someone, but didn’t. You didn’t love Alex the way you love Andy. You were in love with the idea of Alex. You knew Andy now. You knew how kind, passionate and fierce he was, your love for him consumed every single part of you. Where you would literally die for him.

But did he love you for you. Or was he just lonely because it was Christmas. You had avoided taking the tree and the decorations down, begging him, even dropping to your knees and making love to him with your mouth, you didn’t know much but Cherry had taught you that you could get men to do anything for you just by kneeling before them.

While he was very obviously pleased with your passion, returning the favor tenfold, till your thighs burned from his bread and you were shouting for him to stop, he still took the decorations down. He said he wanted to start anew this year. He made a resolution to be the best husband he could.

But you were going to protect your heart this time, hope for the best but still prepare for the worst.

Unfortunately, you had been seated next to Cherry. You found out that your father was living with her now and that while she had hoped he’d leave his wife for her there, but apparently there was no such luck.

“They never leave their wives do they,” she shook her head. “Oh I’m sorry! I shouldn’t be saying these things to you...”

“Its alright,” you shrugged. It would be hard to see your mother be unhappy but there was never any love between your parents. Your mother had learned to live without him and find happiness in other things, and other people, she was just a bit more sneaky about it.

“Well...” you hesitated “how do you keep a man?”

“What kind of question is that?” she giggled. “There are many ways to keep a man but you’ll have to be a bit more specific...”

You ended up changing the subject. The kind of questions you wanted to ask were not suitable for the dinner table, and you didn’t like the way Andy was staring daggers at the pair of you, almost displeased with the two of you chatting.

***

You smiled at him from the passenger seat when he put his hand on your knee, giving it a light squeeze. He had been quite the whole ride home so you decided to speak first.

“Can’t believe Cherry’s like my... step mom.” You laughed out loud at such a ridiculous notion.

“Step mom?” he furrowed his brows, turning his head to look at you.

“Oh I’m just joking,” you waved him off. “Dad would never leave my ma. He’ll move on to another one soon enough.”

He hummed, nodding, “Alright. I was just worried she was troubling you at dinner.”

“What would you have done if she was? Would you swop in like a knight in shining armor and save me from the big meanie?”

“You know I would,” he smiled.

You had asked for a piggy back ride from Andy from the garage to your home, he rolled his eyes and tried to say no but then gave in when you used your princess eyes on him.

He placed you on top of your bed, kissing the tip of your nose, he started unbuttoning his shirt to get ready for bed.

“Andy... um... Daddy?” you corrected yourself instantly.

He liked you addressing him as that whenever you both were alone, he had warned you that you would receive a punishment if you ever failed to comply.

You didn’t know what his punishment would be and you didn’t plan on finding out anytime soon. You’d withhold all affection from him if he ever dared take away the platinum card from you, or lower your allowance as your father had told him to at the dinner, ‘to tame you' supposedly.

But that wasn’t a very good plan... what if he just looked for love elsewhere.

“What is it, honey?” he asked.

“Um... do you think... you would ever take a mistress?” you gulped and prepared yourself for his answer.

“I wouldn’t...” you sighed in relief, “one woman is enough trouble.” he said flatly.

“Daddy!!” you whined, stomping your foot on the floor and folding your hands over your chest.

And he had the audacity to laugh. His laughter at your expense only fuelled your anger. “Do you want to sleep on the couch tonight?”

He finally stopped laughing, “Look at you being a big girl,” he tried to pinch your cheek but you swatted his hand away. “You don’t wanna be daddy’s little girl anymore?” he pouted.

“No... no I do!” you answered all too eager. “I’m sorry...”

“I’m sorry too, honey. I shouldn’t be making fun of you.”

“No, you shouldn’t,” you hugged his hard stomach, rubbing your cheek against his undershirt. “It’s mean, and you promised not to be mean to me.”

“I was just teasing,” he cooed, stroking your hair. And while you knew that and secretly enjoyed it even, you still wanted a serious answer out of him.

“I intend to keep my vows forever. There is just no way I could ever want anyone who’s not you.”

“Really?” you propped your chin on his abdomen, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Promise.”

***

“Um... I’m here to see Andy,” you told the lady sitting outside of, what you had been told was Andy’s office, you assumed her to be his secretary Erica.

You always packed a lunchbox for Andy, always remembering to leave a sweet note for him and he would always call you to thank you for it. You also made sure to have dinner ready before he got home on the nights he wasn’t taking you out on the town. It was just your duty as a good wife.

But Andy had been working way too much the past couple of weeks. Where he would be gone before you wake up and be back when you were already in bed. You knew his job was demanding, working for your father and being a partner in a law firm, the job was like a mistress, stealing your man away...

So you simply decided to make his favorite, food pack it up and come to him to eat it together.

“Mrs Barber! It’s so nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you,” she gave you a toothy smile, shaking your hand.

You would’ve been happy, elated that Andy talks so much about you at work. If you hadn’t smelled her perfume. So familiar... you couldn’t quite place it at first but then you remembered.

The night you had slaved away, hoping to profess your love to your husband, when he had rejected you and smelled of chanel.

“That’s a nice scent...” you wondered out loud.

“Oh thank you! I love it as well,” she said, taking in a whiff of the inside of her wrist. “It’s the new chanel one!”

“Hmm....”

You almost didn’t hear Andy calling for you. “What a nice surprise.” He kissed your cheek.

You set the food before him, thinking of telling him what was on your mind.

Was he really so cliché to have an affair with his secretary?

Could you really blame him though? Although you had been married for almost seven months, you were strangers living under the same roof for the majority of them. He wasn’t really cheating... but what if he was still doing it?

“Honey,” he shook you to get your attention. “What’s up with you today? I have a meeting in a few minutes.”

“You’re always working.” You complained.

“Well...” he grinned, grabbing at your thighs and pulling you on his lap, “I have to. If I had the choice I would never come into work, I would stay home forever, between your legs, right... here,” he snaked a hand up your leg and stroked the inside of your thigh. “You would like that wouldn’t you?”

You nodded, “I’ve been so lonely without you.”

He hummed, biting the shell of your ear before speaking into it, “I know, honey. I miss you too. But you do still remember the number one rule right?”

“Yes, daddy. Never touch myself without your permission.”

“And why is that?”

You whined, to embarrassed to say the words, “Because... it’s your... pussy.” You replied in a small shy voice.

“That’s right, sweetheart. It’s mine to do whatever I want with,” he cupped your mould, just to demonstrate what he meant but then frowned when he felt your soft curls and wet slick against his palm.

“You’re not wearing any panties, sweetheart.” He noted, surprised to your boldness.

“Um... I must’ve forgot.”

So maybe you had ulterior motives behind coming here. Your body was used to be doted on everyday now, and to not have his touch for so long was agonising. You had hoped to maybe bend down to pick up a napkin that fell ever so conveniently and flash him, it would work, he would be driven mad.

“Forgot huh?” You nodded in reply as he gathered your slick in his fingers, tracing your labia with them. “That’s too bad, If you had left them on purpose I would’ve cancelled my meeting and fucked you right here. But since it was just an innocent mistake I wouldn’t do that,” he retreated his hand, placing a soft kiss on your hair. “Thanks for lunch.”

***

You were determined to prove your worth to Andy. If he did have a mistress, whether it be his secretary or any other woman, he would forget all about her when he saw how you could do everything for him.

You had went all out today, baking a pie and a four course meal from scratch, lighting up candles, the pink babydoll that Andy had gifted you was under your dress.

He was as always exhausted when he got home, his face visibly lighting up upon seeing you, you took his hand in yours taking him to the couch and making him a glass of whiskey, you handed it to him before kneeling on the soft rug.

“You work so hard, daddy,” you murmured as your fingers worked on unzipping his pants.

He looked at you in confusion, shaking his head, “You don’t have to do that, honey,” cupping your cheek in his plan, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb.

“But I want to make you feel good,” you blinked at him.

He groaned, unable to say no when you looked so willing to please him, but at the same time he wanted to do more with you. To cuddle and watch a movie and talk, it felt as if he hadn’t in ages.

“Very well,” he nodded.

With the green signal from him, you licked your lips, tasting some of your minty gloss, taking his length out of the confines of his underwear, you took a minute to simply marvel at the sheer size and beauty of it.

You licked a stripe up the underside of it, suckling at the crown, you remembered that he liked that the best, at least from the way he twisted his hand in your hair, pulling at it till it caused a slight burn to your scalp.

You slurped his precum up before he pushed his hips up till his tip hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag around him, didn’t take him long to come down your throat.

His neck and cheek covered in a crimson blush, his chest heaving as he threw his head back against the couch.

“You did good, honey...” he rasped. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

He absolutely loved the dinner you had made for him. But when you subtly, because you were raised to be a good lady and wife, tried to coax him to make love to you before bed, he.... rejected you.

Sure, he was kind about it. He told you he was simply tired and would make it up to you. But it was still shocking how a man as insatiable as him would ever say no. You truly didn’t know what to make of it.

***

“Oh... I don’t know about this... it’s a bit too bold for me,” you bit your lip.

“Just try it on! You might end up liking it!” Cherry urged you, putting the bright red lipstick on you without waiting for an answer, “There is nothing more classic than a red lip. Or a red anything. Men go crazy for it.” She told you.

You simply hummed through closed lips as she put some finishing touches on it. “Doesn’t that look nice?” she asked, holding up a mirror before you.

You smiled, it did look different. Maybe different was what you needed. “It’s very pretty. It makes me feel... confident?” Which was strange. Because how could a simple lipstick make you feel confident?

“See! I told you. Confidence is the key to sexiness. Now, let’s talk lingerie.”

***

“Honey, I’ve been waiting for over fifteen minutes,” you heard Andy call out to you from the bedroom.

“Just a minute,” you said, perfecting your edges with a lip brush.

This was something you had never done before. You wore a lot of lingerie for Andy, but most of them were cute pastels or white nighties or babydolls. Nothing like what you were wearing right now...

A sheer black lacy body suit that clung to your body, leaving literally nothing to the imagination.

Top that off with your red lip... you looked like some kind of dominatrix. Cherry told you that most men secretly wish to be dominated. Although you highly doubted your daddy would want anything like that. Or would he?

“Alright, I’m coming out,” you announced, before shyly stepping out, your eyes trained on the floor as you twiddled with your fingers to maybe distract you from your nerves. “What do you think?”

He was speechless. His jaw almost dropping on the floor when he saw you like that. So far from his sweet girl. You were just as much beautiful and sexy, and while it wasn’t something he was used or prefer to he would welcome it if it was what you wanted.

He extended an arm to you, ready to tell you that you were sexy, that he wanted to spend hours worshipping every inch of your body, that he wanted his cock stained the shade of red you wore on your lips, that he was ready to make up for being away for weeks.

Until he saw... that.

He lowly growled your name, making your head snap up to look at him, “What did you do to your pussy?” Because from what he could see, through the sheer material, there was nothing where your pubic hair used to be.

“Uh... I uh... waxed it...” From the tone of his voice you could tell that he wasn’t too happy about it. “Do you not like it?”

“Like?” he scoffed, shaking his head. Taking a seat on the bedding, “C'mere, let me take a closer look.”

Hesitantly, you walked the few strides it took till you were standing before him.

He studied your mould, trying to take the fabric off so he could see it more properly and then tutting when he couldn’t even open the stupid thing.

“Wait, it um... opens here I think,” you interrupted his scrutiny, undoing the zipper that was on your side and taking the suit off of you.

He sighed in resignation when he saw what you had done, making you regret your ever spending so much money and going through all that pain.

He parted your lips apart, running his fingers along your vulva, acquainting himself with this new strange feel of you, “When did do this?” his blue eyes looked up at you.

“Just a couple of days ago. It’s just hair... it’ll grow back in like three weeks.”

“Three weeks?” he scoffed.

You could feel your eyes getting misty. You tried to go all out for him, to please him, be completely naked and vulnerable before him, only to have him get angry at you.

“You don’t like it,” you sniffled.

His furrowed brow softened when he saw you crying, pulling you down till you were straddling his lap, “The question isn’t whether I like it or not,” he explained, his thumb wiping your wet cheeks, “I could... maybe live with it. But I wouldn’t prefer it.”

“Okay,” you nodded.

“But for you to have done this,” he touched your newly waxed skin and almost winced at the smoothness, “You must’ve let someone else see you naked. See what belongs to me.”

“Bu - but they were all women...” you stammered, squirming in his lap as his fingers toyed with your clit.

“It doesn’t matter,” he tutted, pushing two fingers inside you, “Only I get to see you. This is MY pussy. Only I get to decide what to do with it. Do you understand?”

You nodded, holding onto his tshirt as he twisted his fingers inside you. “So-sorry, daddy.”

“No, honey, since you were bad you don’t get to call me daddy. For tonight you will address me as sir. And of course you’ll have to be punished.”

“Punished?” you pouted. “Can’t you just let me go since it was my first strike? I’ll be good from now on I promise!”

“No, you have to learn your lesson. Come on,” you yelped as he manhandled you so you were face down across his lap, “What is your safe word?”

“Unicorns” you giggled. You thought you were so witty for coming up with it. Since he for some reason was jealous of your unicorn stuffie.

He hummed, stroking the soft skin of your butt, “How does twenty sound?”

Your eyes went wide as you gasped, looking at him over your shoulder, “No!” you said.

He didn’t really plan on spanking you... did he? He liked swatting your ass here and there, and truth be told you liked it too. But you had never been spanked or even hit as a punishment.

“Well, if not this then maybe we can make you go a week without cumming.”

Your gasp was louder and even more incredulous this time. You could most definitely take twenty swats, but just the thought of not being able to finish, after knowing what an orgasm with Andy feels like, made you shiver.

“You will count each one, and then thank me for it. You are grateful I’m teaching you, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” you nodded.

“Do you know how to count to twenty? Or would I have to teach you that too?” he asked ever so condescendingly as you huffed.

“Of course I do! I was just two semesters away from graduating college!” Never mind that you learned that in kindergarten.

“That’s good. Are you ready?” he asked, cracking his knuckles as he got in position.

With a nod from you he delivered the first slap to your right buttcheek, the sound of it reverberating in the room, his palm stinging slightly as he stroked the skin he had just punished, it was already warmer.

“One, sir. Thank you, sir,” you held onto a moan, it wasn’t half as bad as you thought it would be...

You jerked forward as he unceremoniously hit your other cheek, since you were unprepared for it, and he was much more brutal.

“Tw-two, sir,” you sniffled.

You considered throwing in the towel and saying your safe word by the time fifteen rolled around. Your behind was on fire, while you couldn’t see it, you just knew it was bruised. But you wanted to be good for Andy and it was wrong of you to do something that drastic without his permission.

“Sixteen...” you hiccupped. You could feel your slick running down your thighs but at this point... you just couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“Do you want a break?” he asked, taking pity on you.

You nodded frantically, “Yes please! Can you... can you touch me? Down there?” Since the pain in your throbbing pussy was unbearable. If you didn’t receive any attention, you might actually burst.

“Down where? Here?” He had the audacity to play down, while you were suffering, and touch the back of your knee to patronise you.

“No!” you whined.

“Well then you’ll have to be a bit more specific, princess.”

“In my... between my legs... my pussy...”

“Are you sure you deserve it though?” he asked.

You thought about it for a moment, before coming to the conclusion that, “No I don’t. Not until I finish my punishment.”

“That’s a good girl,” he praised, his hand massaging your raw ass as your heart swelled in pride.

“Nineteen, sir,” your mind was hazy. It didn’t even feel as if you were in your reality anymore... it was as if you were floating, while you could still hear and feel him spanking you, for some reason it wasn’t as painful anymore.

“The last one, doll, hang in there,” he said before delivering the last swat.

You whimpered, “Twenty, thank you, sir,” willing your nose with the back of your hand.

Andy collected your weak form in his big string arms, rocking you back and forth in his lap as he kept whispering soft praises in your hair, “My sweet beautiful doll,” he pecked you on your lips.

“Sorry about your pants, daddy...” you said when you realised what a wet mess you had made on him.

He shushed you, “Don’t you worry about that right now. Do you want to take a bath?”

You pouted, your red lip jutting out, “No.”

He chuckled, kissing your forehead, “Do you want daddy to fuck you?”

“Yes,” you nodded.

“We have to be careful about your butt, baby,” he said as he gently placed you on the mattress.

Your head on your pillow, besides your two most trusted stuffies--your unicorn and teddy. Andy only allowed you two in the bed after complaining they made it hard for him to cuddle you. You demanded he buy you a shelf to display them or you would go back to your old room. Which of course made him comply instantly.

You made grabby hands at him, impatient to have him closer to you, but then were glad he took the time to take off his tshirt so you could ogle the wide expanse of his chest, the light scattering of fuzzy hair over it, his numerous tattoos along with one of your name, which marked him as yours forever.

He took a hardened nipple in his mouth while his hand tweaked the other, nudging your legs apart to make room for him, he placed his length at your entrance.

Slowly pushing into you, letting you get accustomed to the size of him. Although your pussy was always so welcoming to him, he knew you often struggled to take him.

You whimpered at him, tears rolling off of your face. “What’s wrong, honey? Does it hurt?”

“No... it’s just so good,” you sniffled.

“Okay, just hold on,” you held onto his shoulders as he slowly fucked in to you.

Your pussy clamping around his length, the soles of your feet digging into his ass, “Can I come, daddy?”

“Of course, baby. You earned it.” He groaned, his hips hammering against yours as you bit his neck, letting out a muffled scream.

You hummed against his neck when you felt his warm release fill you up, he pulled out of you, frowning when he looked at your naked and hairless pussy, dripping with his cum.

“From now on I’ll be picking out your clothes,” he stated, rolling off of you and pulling you into his arms.

“Okay, daddy,” you hummed.

“And no more surprise bikini waxes.”

“Mmm...” If that’s what you had to do to get in trouble and be punished, then so be it. “We’ll see.”

***

Three days later

“Lotion time, doll,” Andy said, pausing the movie you were both watching to go get said lotion.

He had rubbed your lotion on your backside when he spanked you and decided that he wanted to be the one putting your body lotion on you from now on since he had too much fun doing it. He insisted on doing it twice everyday since it was still very cold.

You followed him to the bedroom, lying face down on the bed a he squeezed some on his palms, rubbing them together to warm them up.

You winced just a little, your skin still a bit sensitive, you even had to sit on a pillow the time.

“Will you be going back to work tomorrow?” you wanted to know.

He didn’t like the sadness in your voice, “Yes,” he sighed. He hated leaving you all by yourself.

“I’ll be all alone then.”

“Didn’t you want to go back to college?” He remembered you telling him that your parents forced you to drop out so that you would marry him.

“I do actually. Hate leaving things incomplete... maybe I can even go to a law school and become a lawyer like you!” you perked up.

“You’re not working for your father though, you’re too good for that world.”

“You’re too good for him too.” You said. “Maybe I can work with you.” And you and him could be like a power couple. It would be so exciting.

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Public stuffing

Standing in the mirror you start to observe your reflection packed into unbuttoned jeans when you hear the door slide open

You frantically try to suck in your recently expanding belly and you try to button your pants unsuccessfully. At that moment your partner Alice walks in seeing you in your pitiful state pants hanging open with a belly causing a divide of several inches in the gap. Your small boobs contained in a strained sports bra and nothing else to cover yourself. Alice obviously notices your embarrassment and goes in to tease

“Another outgrown pair piggy? You’re costing us a fortune...” she moved around behind you and pinched your multiplying back rolls, “why don’t we get you some food, here put on this shirt” Alice tossed you a once cute floral crop top that what certainly too tight, you feel your pussy getting wet as you refute the idea of the shirt

“This, this is tiny on me, it’s from when we first started dating” you whine

“I know fatty, that’s the point” she jiggled your gut “I’ll meet you in the car in 10, and you better be wearing exactly that” she winked and slipped away

You obediently put on the shirt and look at yourself. It came a couple inches down your gut, thankfully stretchy, but It required you to pull it down occasionally to keep it in place. The shirt was an off the shoulder cut with longer sleeves but the fabric cut into your shoulder fat and the sleeves made noticeable indents on your forearms. Looking down your pants were still unbuttoned so you grab a hair tie, wrap it around the button, and loop it through the hole and straining get it back over the button to make a makeshift close for your pants. You then grab your purse and walk out to the car

Alice is waiting in the car and you hop in, her grin widening as you approach the door, reaching its peak when you take a seat watching your belly expand.

“..This shirt is so tight on me babe..” you say as you play with the hem of the shirt which while you’re sitting was even higher up than before

“And look you can’t even see your pants are unbuttoned right now cause your gut covers it” Alice chuckled as you blush looking down at your dome shaped stomach remembering how flat and toned it once was.

In almost no time Alice pulls up to the local diner, and gets out standing in front of the car watching you struggle to get out of the seat, and then walked you inside

“Hey why don’t you sit down at a table and I’ll order” she winked and walked away as you went in the opposite direction towards the tables, feeling the stares of patrons eyes on your stomach hanging out of your shirt as you continuously get more and more turned on.

You plop your widening ass into a booth seat towards the back as you notice how close your belly is getting to touching the edge of the table when your back is all the way against the wall behind you. You sit and patiently wait for Alice to come back until you see her with a number for your food looking around for you.

You wave at her and when she catches sight of you she begins to walk back shaking her head laughing

“Oh really? A seat all the way back here? I don’t think so piggy, we’re getting front row seats for this meal, I want everyone to see you” Alice put out her hand and you take it as she try’s to help you up but your big bloated body has to heavingly scoot out of the booth. She walks you to a table in the middle of the seating area, front and center, this time a chair table so you’re visible from all angles. Alice pulls out a chair and you take it, sets the number on the counter space and takes the seat across from you

You notice a middle aged couple and their adolescent children about a table across from you, the parents eye you judgementally but keep to themselves. The only other patrons in the restaurant were a group of teenagers in a booth you spotted on your way over.

In very little time a waitress struggling under the weight of her tray was looking around for the table she was supposed to be delivering to, and kept looking at the families table until she realized you had the number and she approached confused.

“You’re #12 right?” Alice nodded for you

“Um alright,” she unloaded the tray onto your table and you turn bright red as you realize how much Alice ordered, you desperately try to thank the waitress as she leaves and she scoffs at you.

Alice not lifting a finger to grab anything to eat leans back and gives you a smug look and you realize she expects you to finish it all

You tentatively pick up a burger from the massive hoard of food in front of you and begin to eat it, slowly at first before realizing how good it is, and more importantly how hungry you are. Before you know it you’ve already eaten through 3 plates leaving your face covered in crumbs and sauces accumulating on your shirt from your reckless devouring.

Alice watching you with delight intermittently chiming in with benign small talk to fill the not so empty noise of you stuffing your face unable to control your hunger.

Licking off your fingers to get every last drop of food you go in on a club sandwhich, taking massive bites and drawing attention from the near by family, watching you in your pacified bloated body and getting judgemental glances at the already cleared plates.

You take a pause and catch your breath, wipe your hands on a napkin and notice the massive amount of food Alice bought was already dwindling, leaving a side of fries and half of a burger you didn’t completely finish from earlier as well as a coke. You grab said coke and wash down the food you’ve already eaten and let out an unintentional blelch, and quickly cover your mouth blushing bright red. Then you realize you’re breathing like a literal pig, panting from nothing but eating and Alice notices

“Well look at that, you’re out of breath from eating...” she slides her foot up against your leg dorm under the table and smiles at you clearly amused by your piggish behavior

You put your hands on your belly and realize how full you are, and the fact that your belly is now pressed against the edge of the table and Alice chimes in again “I hope you know by now we’re not leaving until you’re all finished...” seeing your depleted stuffed state.

Taking a deep breath you slowly jam the rest of the burger into your mouth leaving sauce and meat juices dripping from your mouth and take another long sip from the coke before dutifully finishing off the fries and finally leaning back in your chair exposing your entire belly to the world

“I’ll be right back, you can head on back to the car love” Alice said and once again walked away

Just then still in your leaned back position a kid no older than 10 from the table over says “Mommy she looks like the seals we saw at the zoo yesterday!” And an older sibling of the kid quietly pitches in with “nah I’d say she’s more like a pig” before snickering

“Austin! Jeremiah! That’s rude!” Their mother scolds them while their dad just laughs along with them

You decide to start on your way back to the car, and you take off your pants rubber band because it is far to tight now and heave your bloated body upwards stretching infront of the family and letting your massive gut hang out before again completely unintentionally letting out a massive burp and covering your mouth in shame as the family stares in judgement.

“You’d think you’d have a little shame good lord” the mom whispered upset her breath as she ushered her children out of the restaurant.

You’re slightly embarrassed but oh so turned on, you walk towards the door, needing to stop and take a breath, before proceeding to the car belly hanging a foot out in front of you like a bumper.

You realize your car is parked very close to someone else and realize you have to shimmy between them to get to the door.

You sigh and you press your ass against your car and your belly against the adjacent car and slide in until mortified, you realise, with your belly sandwiched right against the window, a teenager and his friends are in the car you’re pressed up against. Their shocked faces start at you until one of them rolls down a window

“Yo fatass get your stomach off my car” he said

You stumbling over your words frantically apologize, and scoot towards your door sucking in as much as possible and finally managing to open your door and painfully squeeze in and heavily seat yourself before the teenagers begin to drive off but not before yelling

“Why don’t you try to loose some weight piggy” followed by oinking noises. You sigh and lean back thankful to be done with that when you look up to see Alice holding a bag laughing, and you realize she saw that entire interaction

“Loose some weight fatty, teenagers right” Alice teased poking your bloated belly “that was a sight to see, could you really only get to the car by sliding like that? you really are getting big, I’ll have to start parking away from other cars” she smiled and started unpacking the bag she had. She pulled out a milkshake and some brownie lava cakes

“Oh no Alice look at my belly! I can’t eat that” you beg feeling your very stuffed gut like a bowling ball in your lap.

“Alright I guess I’ll just have to eat it myself then...” Alice waved the lava cake around letting you smell it, making your mouth drool thinking about the warm chocolate my goodness even though you just ate enough for a family when Alice pretending to start to take a bite before you object overwhelmed by your thoughts

“WAIT, ok ok ok nevermind I do want it, please can I have it?” You grovel before Alice leans your seat back and begins to feed you the cake interspersed with bites of milkshake until you had eaten the whole cake and half of the large shake. Alice puts the car in drive and takes you home as you lay back in the seat absolutely stuffed but still suckling on your milkshake in your food stained shirt exposing your round pale belly to the world.

“I must be the luckiest feeder in the world cause you’re an excellent pig.. I’ve been tracking your calories today and you ate 5,350 calories today, plus that shake I added body builder powder to which adds an extra 1,000 when you’re finished..” Alice chuckled as she parked the car in our driveway “Youre a perfect fatass you know?”

[the-blind-assassin-12]

This Time Around

Word Count: 2,942  Warnings: anxiety/panic, implied drug use and addiction, death/illness  A/N: The title for this one comes from the song Io by Helen Stellar. I strongly suggest listening to it as an accompanying piece to this. This piece is connected to the Core Drive AU and directly correlates to another one shot for that series. It takes place a little bit ahead of the current storyline, and will come into play in a bigger way soon enough ;) (so sorry for the angsty vibes on SUCH  a stunning piece of art! but it will all make sense i promise) 

(ARTIST APPRECIATION SUBMISSION)  

Oh hi there. It’s 1am EST and I figured now is as good a time as any to gush over @valkblue​ ‘s extraordinary talent. I was lucky enough to commission Angie during her Trick-or-Treat fanart event, and I knew that giving her free-reign to decide what to draw was the right call because literally everything this artist creates is absolute magic. From the color choices to the movement, the little details like the bracelets and Juliet’s Superman shirt and the way that you can hear the laughter coming from this picture... I’m seriously speechless. Real talk? I teared up when I saw it for the first time, not going to lie. 

So Angie, I hope you enjoy this (and I hope you can forgive me for putting a little bit of an angsty twist on this beautiful memory). Thank you so SO much for creating it for me and for sharing your incredible work with all of us. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again- You are a stunningly talented gem and you are appreciated!!  

Look how sweet and innocent and gleeful they were are!! 

What did I just read? 

She let out an uneven breath as she lifted one shaking hand up to fix a curl that had fallen loose over her eyes. Two pearl bracelets knocked together on her wrist, clicking softly as she dropped her arm back to her side. Her fingertips swept over the sweaty center of her palms . 

What did I just read? It sounded like… 

Clamping her eyes shut tightly, she swallowed and released another burst of air. 

If this is true it means… It means he was… 

“Good afternoon, Ms. Delos.” 

She gasped and looked up from the marble floor, blinking rapidly to realign her features into a more neutral expression. Managing a tight-lipped smile, she nodded at the member of the estate staff who had greeted her, and the woman went back to work situating a vase filled with peonies in full bloom. The groundskeeper always supplied fresh cuttings to be displayed throughout the house, and the recent change in the weather meant that the garden was bursting with color. 

Juliet’s eyes lingered on the fluffy blossoms as the woman twisted the vase and stepped away from the credenza. “Is there anything I can get for you, ma’am?” She clasped her hands in front of her, waiting for a reply. 

“N-” she cleared her throat with a small cough. “No, thank you, I’m fine.” 

That’s a lie. 

But whether it was because she was paid not to ask questions, or because she believed what Juliet said, the woman didn’t hesitate before nodding with a smile. “Well then, have a lovely day, Ms. Delos.” 

With that the young woman hurried off to complete the next task on her agenda, and Juliet released the tension she was holding in her shoulders, chest rising and falling as she tried again to take steady breaths. But the buzzing in her ears came rushing back as soon as she was alone again, and one hand flew out to help her catch her balance as she turned the corner into the back hall. Her footsteps slowed and faltered slightly as she made her way down to the last room, as though the air was so thick and full of memories that it was like trying to run under water. 

The simple, white wooden door was closed, like it always was these days. She hadn’t been able to set foot inside the room in close to a decade, and since Logan had moved out only the housekeepers entered it. Preferring not to feel the things she was feeling now, she’d put her mother’s sitting room out of her mind by putting it out of her sight. But now I… she swallowed, hard. 

“Don’t let him ruin you, Juliet…” 

The last words her mother spoke to her echoed in her mind, as clearly as they had the day that the woman held her daughter’s face between her palms, begging her to remain true to herself. Her heart stalled then, and a chill filled her chest, spreading out into her limbs, into her mind. She sucked in a breath as the rest of her mother’s words came back to her. 

“He’ll do anything for power... Don’t trust him, Jules.”  

..  ..  ..  ..  ..  ..  ..  ..

It had been the last day of an unexpected visit home before leaving for a semester abroad, and Juliet had been sitting with her mother while the woman recounted what was clearly one of her strongest memories. Although she hadn’t worn her hair in braids since she was eight years old, she relaxed against her mother’s bent knees, closing her eyes as the woman raked her fingernails through her wavy, dark brown locks. Separating it into pieces, she began weaving the strands over and under, hands remembering the motions so her mind wouldn’t have to. 

“Do you remember when you and your brother crash landed in the lilac bush?” Her tone was tinged with an air of mischief, the question finishing with a laugh that had made Juliet smile. 

Of course I do. Her eyes had opened then, flicking across the sitting room to the table by the window seat, where a silver frame held a photo of the very moment that her mother was reminiscing about. In it, a tiny version of herself held the ropes of a swing tightly between clenched fists, her legs extended out in front of herself, shoes just seconds away from becoming projectiles and launching from her feet. Logan stood on the swing’s seat, one brightly colored sneaker planted on either side of her, his own small hands wrapped tightly around the ropes as he swayed his weight to send them swinging higher. 

“You wanted to fly to the moon.” Another little chuckle tumbled from her mother’s lips as she secured an elastic around the bottom of one pigtail. I remember. Juliet wasn’t sure if that was a fact she recalled from the memory itself, or from the many times it had been retold, but it didn’t matter. She remembers. She remembers this. Maybe she… Maybe Logan’s wrong. Maybe she’s getting better. She smiled as her mother started working on the other side of her parted hair. It was a wishful thought and she knew it, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t be true. “You always wanted to go higher. My fearless little girl.” 

Juliet closed her eyes again to let the story play out in her head and she could hear her own delighted squeals as she begged her brother to swing them higher and faster, his response nearly drowned out by his gleeful laughter. “Okay, Jules, hold on tight!”  

No one would know it now if they hadn’t grown up with her, but Juliet Delos had been an adventurous, rough and tumble child, always covered head to toe in scrapes and bruises she’d gotten from trying to jump and  climb and do everything that Logan did. He was older, bigger, stronger and quicker, but that never stopped him from including his sister, nor did it hold her back one bit. They were almost inseparable, Juliet idolizing him and Logan seemingly loving every moment of it. Though they’d grown up and grown apart somewhat as teenaged siblings sometimes do, Juliet still looked up to Logan. I’m just not wearing his hand-me-downs anymore. She blinked over at the photo once more, smirking at the grass-stained Superman shirt she was wearing, recalling her absolute disinterest when her parents had told her that she could have a pink Supergirl one instead if she wanted. “Logan’s is Superman,” she’d stubbornly pointed out. “I want to be like Logan.” 

Juliet grinned, looking out the window and into the yard then, where the ropes of the swing still hung from the enormous tree. “We almost got to the moon, mom,” she said, handing her mother a second elastic when she’d tapped her on the shoulder. “Our calculations just didn’t account for your lilacs.” 

The sound of her mother’s laughter then felt like a balm to her heart, smoothing over all the little cracks put there from the times when the woman couldn’t remember things, or worse, when she remembered them incorrectly. She’s still there, she told herself, allowing that thought to put her at ease about leaving the country in the morning. She’ll still be here when I get home.The assurance was all she needed to let herself get lost in the rest of the memory. 

“Okay Jules, ready?” Logan asked confidently as he angled himself to gain more velocity on the swing.

Juliet tilted her head back to look up at him as her pigtails trailed behind in the breeze, small forehead furrowed and chapped bottom lip between her teeth. “Y-yeah…” 

She gave herself away with her nervous laughter though, and Logan didn’t miss it. “C’mon, jump with me, I won’t let you fall.”

The laughter came back but this time it was from excitement. “Okay!” More laughter as their mother snapped a picture from where she and their father were sitting on the veranda. “Okay, Logan!”  

He started counting down from three then, his voice downright giddy with the prospect of flying from the swing. When he got to one he yelled out the word “Jump!”, and on command Juliet flung herself from the seat of the swing, Logan springing off of it right behind her as it hit the height of its trajectory. It took no time at all for the pair of them to realize that they were headed straight into and not over their mother’s precious lilac bush and though Logan tried to wrap his scrawny arms around his sister in midair, hoping to somehow protect her from the impact, they both ended up tangled in the twiggy, broken branches of the massive purple shrub. 

“How’d we walk out of that one scot free? No broken bones?” Juliet mused, laughing as she recalled pulling petals from her hair late into the evening that night. 

“No broken bones.” Her mother confirmed, smoothing back any stray strands that she missed in the braids. Juliet sighed at the feeling of her nails combing over her scalp, relishing the moment. She hasn’t done that in…  “But do you remember how mad your father got?” Her hands dropped down then, landing on Juliet’s back and causing her to turn around to face her mother. 

Furrowing her brow, she cocked her head to one side. “Dad didn’t get mad… he…” she pursed her lips and thought hard, searching her memory for her father’s wrath and coming up short. “Did he?” 

“He did.” Her mother nodded, a solemn look overtaking her face as she picked up one of Juliet’s braids to examine her handiwork. “He screamed at your brother, told him he should have known better; that it was his job to protect you and not to put you in danger.” She sighed and let the braid fall, the tail end of it landing on Juliet’s shoulder. 

He did? Logan never told me that… She was about to ask her mother if she was sure when the woman’s expression changed, the furrows smoothing out and a smile returning to her cheeks. But not her eyes… Juliet frowned, a sudden sense of dread setting in. Maybe she’s not getting better after all…  “Juliet, do you remember the stories I used to tell you and your brother? When we’d sit in the garden? Oh,” she giggled, the sound seeming much smaller and less lifelike than the genuine laughter the two of them had shared only moments before. “The myths! You always wanted to hear the myths.” Her unfocused eyes stuck to the woven strands of her daughter’s hair. “Io and Hermes, Pan, Syrinx and Argos...those were your favorites, do you remember?” 

Juliet took a shuddering breath then, feeling her eyes prick with tears at the way her mother seemed to have slipped into another moment without warning. “Y-yeah, mom… I remember.” She sniffed, swiping her tears with her pointer finger before her mother could notice them. “Pan chased Syrinx into the forest, where she turned into a flower? Or...a bush-” 

“A lilac bush, my Jul,” her mother corrected her. 

“A lilac..? Really? Mom?” Juliet couldn’t remember that part of the story, and she couldn’t tell if it was just something that her mother was adding now. I’ll have to ask Logan if he-

“And Hermes? Do you remember?” Her mother prompted her, reaching down and squeezing her hands. 

“H-Hermes?” Juliet sniffed as her mother nodded. “Yeah...he...rescued Io, right? Tricked Argos into shutting his eyes and...and stole her away?” 

“That’s right,” she gave her daughter a proud smile. “You remembered.” 

Of course I did, those… you loved those stories as much as we did. “Mom, I-” 

But another sudden switch occurred then, and Juliet was silenced as her mother’s thin arms wound tightly around her. “Don’t let him ruin you, Juliet. Stay you, my sweet girl.” 

“Who, mom? Who are you…” She hugged her mother back, turning her head to rest it on the woman’s shoulder, inhaling the scent of her hair. “Who are you afraid of?” 

..  ..  ..  ..  ..  ..  ..  ..  

She hadn’t gotten an answer from her then, but now, placing a shaking hand on the intricate doorknob, Juliet thought she knew who her mother was referring to.

If what I read was… she meant… Oh, mom… 

Opening the door, she stepped inside and turned slowly as her eyes raked over the contents of the room- the full bookshelf, the empty easel, the chaise lounge with the paisley patterned pillows. But it was the small, silver frame on the side table near the window seat and the photo in it that made the tears that she’d been holding back came spilling out. A few steps brought her close enough to reach out, fingertips brushing the bunch of tiny purple flowers before making contact with the cool metal of the picture frame. A sob broke free of her lungs as she picked up the picture, tracing the edge of the frame with the pointer finger of her free hand. 

He was always trying to protect me. 

She took the frame and crossed the room to sink into the chaise, leaning back into the pillows with the picture in her hands. “I’m sorry, Logan...I’m so…” a sob cut her quiet apology short and she forced her eyes shut, tears slipping from under the closed lids. The stories she told us… When she blinked her eyes open again, she turned her head to look out at where the lilac bush had grown back just as strong and full after the two of them had nearly demolished it with their small bodies and flailing limbs. They were about her and… and Dad and...and me and Logan. She was… another sob wracked her chest. She was trying to warn me. 

“Just like Logan was,” she whispered to the empty room that she’d avoided for so long. 

Setting the frame aside, she glanced over at the door to make sure that it was still closed and that no one had followed her before pulling her phone from her pocket and opening her email. Scrolling through, she found the one that she’d happened upon by accident in her father’s study; one she was certain that he nor her husband wanted her to see, so she had forwarded it to herself to give herself more time to process what it said. What it meant. 

We’ll make it look like a preventative move- come out strong and say that the new QA procedures are being put in place to assure guests that the kinds of things Logan was accusing me of couldn’t happen in our parks. Face it, Jim, neither of us thought he’d pull through from that last bender, but he did and we need to get on the right side of it while the iron is hot. 

She read through the excerpt that had shattered her world, each word that she read making her cringe more than the last. Why are you so hell bent on how you look if you haven’t done anything wrong, William? And… The second question only made her head swim even more. And if Dad...if he knows… then he knows that Logan wasn’t… I need to find out more information. I need to… I- 

She took a deep breath then, and thought of the letter she’d received a few weeks back from her brother, of the way that the elongated letters of his handwriting pleaded with her to reach out to him when she was ready to talk again. He apologized in more words than she could ever recall him using to express how sorry he was for how things fell apart. He asked her to please consider that what he’d told her was the truth. He promised that he’d never stop trying to protect her, even if she couldn’t understand what he meant. He told her that he’d earn her trust again, and that he’d work hard to keep it this time. 

Swallowing the rest of the tears she felt building, Juliet licked at her bottom lip, tasting salt. She looked down at the picture that her mother had cherished for all those years, and picked it up again, deciding then that it shouldn’t stay down here, locked away and out of sight. She decided to make her own promise to Logan- that she’d find a way to prove that her father and William were covering something up- something big, possibly bigger than what had happened to her brother in the park.

 I know I messed up, Logan. 

She wiped at her eyes and turned the frame over to undo the fastenings and pop the picture out. The photo paper was slightly yellowed at the edges, a sign of how much time had passed since things were carefree- for me. They were carefree for me, but he… Dad was always hard on him, wasn’t he? Tucking the photo into her pocket with her phone, Juliet stood and crossed the room to set the empty frame back on the table, next to the fresh cut lilacs that the staff had always brought into their mother’s room. 

That was him too, wasn’t it? Juliet couldn’t be sure, but she knew that she hadn’t said anything to the staff about their mother’s affinity for the soft purple blossoms, and she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that it hadn’t been her father. He always… He always put us first, Mom and I. I...I see that now, and I’ll… I promise, Logan, I’ll find a way to fix this. 

“This time around, Logan, I’ll find a way to help you.”

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[elatedmarvel]

After All This Time, You and I (1/4)

Summary: Bucky has known you your entire life. Snapshots through the years.

Word Count:  1948

AN: Hello! Long time no see! This is for @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan​‘s Follower Celebration! Congrats to you Star, you deserve every single one!! My prompt was Best Friend’s Sibling. This was originally going to be a long oneshot, but I felt like the flow was better to separate it into a two-shot. Title is from Mary’s Song by Taylor Swift for obvious reasons. Thank you for hosting this awesome writing challenge Star! I had so much fun writing this!

Warnings: tiny mention of violence, swear words

“The building burning up Buck! You gotta get out of here!” Steve shouts staring down his best friend from across the bridge.

“No! Not without you!” comes Bucky’s fierce reply. His eyes scan over the wreck, trying to find something to save Stevie. 

Steve takes a deep breath and prays that the crumbling bridge will hold a little longer, and he charges across the chasm. He almost makes it to the other side when his foot gets caught on a pillow. Tumbling over, he avoids landing on Bucky, but knocks over the unsuspecting person on his right. 

You land with a thud on your hands and knees, and quickly scramble to look at your right knee. There’s a moment of silence, and the boys hold their breath waiting for the inevitable wail. 

“I’m sorry!” Steve cries before wrapping his arms around you in a clumsy hug. He really didn’t see you playing next to him, it was an accident! Your bottom lip sticks out and your eyes become more and more glassy. 

“Please don’t cry” he begs, partly because it breaks his heart, and partially because he doesn't want get in trouble. He knew what kind of hellfire Sarah Rogers could rain down.   

“We’re sorry, what can we do to make it up to you?” Bucky asks, scooting himself to face your tear stained face. He felt bad for making Steve run across the bridge, he never meant to hurt you. 

“I-I need a groom for my wedding.” you state without hesitation, wiping at your eyes. “And I can’t marry Steve cause he’s my brother, duh.” Your wet eyes turn to look intently at Bucky. 

“You can’t get married, you’re 6.” Bucky tries to argue.

“So? You’re 8! That’s only 2 years older! ‘Sides, it’s not real anyway.” you fires back, your bottom lip juts out again, ready to cry if that’s what it takes.

He’s taken a back for a moment at your reply, and blue eyes meet Steve’s pleading ones. He’d do anything for you, and of course Steve was the cherry on top. 

“Ok. Fine.”

On a rainy day in April, Steve walks you down the aisle. 

Clad in his nicest, unstained, khaki pants, Bucky’s heart skips a beat when he sees you. You’re wearing your Cinderella costume from Halloween, and some stolen red lipstick from your mom, smiling like you got an extra juice pop. Somehow, he already knows your the prettiest girl in the world.  

In front of your moms, stuffed animals and barbies, Bucky promises to always make you laugh and smile, and to protect you. You promise to always share her toys and food with him, and to make him feel better when he’s sad.

The ceremony ends after Steve pronounces you both husband and wife, and while your moms cheer and tear up slightly, Bucky leans in and gives you a quick peck on the cheek. It won’t be so bad being married to her, he thinks.

~~~

School sucked for Bucky today. Steve got into a fight with Zemo, which lead to Bucky getting in a fight with Zemo. That punk couldn’t even breathe right, it frustrated Bucky to no end that he couldn’t stop being stupid. Turns out, being punched in face hurts more than it looks in the movies. And of course, his parents weren’t thrilled and took away his TV privileges for the week, which meant he couldn’t find out what happened on his favorite show the Howling Commandos. Last week was even a cliffhanger! Captain America and the Winter Soldier were stuck on a plane with bombs on them and fast approaching Manhattan! 

Wallowing, both Steve and him were relegated to “use their imaginations” and playing in the backyard. Bored out of their minds, they played hide and seek, a babies game really if you asked Bucky. But, Steve was nice enough to let Bucky hide first, and Bucky couldn’t say no to that bruised face.

So here he was, climbing the ladder to the old tree house, hoping Steve wouldn’t look here right away. Sniffles drew his attention you, crying softly in the corner with your knees to your chest. You were blasting music from your walkman, Endless Love from what Bucky could hear. It was really bad then. His chest hurt seeing your red rimmed eyes, and crawled next to you. 

“Hey, what’s going on?” he asked lowly, taking her headphones off of your head and pausing the song. You didn’t look him in the eye, but leaned into him more when he put his arm around you. 

“Stupid boys.” you sniffle. Wiping your face, you finally meet Bucky’s worried eyes. “Jake dumped me for Sierra, cause she always has chocolate snack packs in her lunch.”

“That weasel! Want me to rough him up a little?”

“Thanks, but I think you and Stevie are in enough trouble as it is.” you chuckle, placing your head on his shoulder. He gently rubs his hand up and down your arm, wishing he could take away your pain. 

“I could pretend to be your boyfriend, make him jealous your going out with a 6th grader.” he offers.

“You can’t be my boyfriend, you’re already my husband!” you joke. His eyes go wide, remembering your lovely wedding ceremony and the massive amounts of cake you both ate at the “reception”. 

“Hey! That’s right! Technically you were cheating on me with him! I want a divorce.” he jokes, bumping your shoulder with his. 

You giggle and place a hand on his, “Please forgive me! It’s been so hard being separated from you now that you’re in middle school! He didn’t mean anything! Promise!”

You both erupt laughing so hard that Bucky falls over and brings you with him, which makes you both laugh even harder. Managing to calm down, he places a kiss on your forehead and hugs you closer to him. His heart does a funny dance in his chest, but he ignores it. You’re so warm against him, and your shampoo smelled so good, he could lay here with you forever. 

“I guess I’ll forgive you this once, but don’t let it happen again.” he says solemnly. 

You nod, hair tickling his face, “It won’t, you’re the only one for me Bucky Barnes.” 

~~~

 The room’s getting dark, but he couldn’t be bothered to get up and turn on the light. Not when Lional Richie was pouring his heart out. He couldn’t go down to dinner, his whole family had heard her breaking up with him. Did Dot really have to come over and break things off in the driveway? It would kill him to see the pity in his mom’s eyes, and sit through the uncomfortable talk with his dad about his feelings. He knew they were worried about him, and wanted to help, but he couldn’t stomach facing them.

They hadn’t been going out for long, but being dumped for the first time, he didn’t know how to handle his heartache. Honestly, he didn’t know if he was even heartbroken, or just wallowing in self-pity of being blindsided by the breakup. 

A knock on the door brought him out of his misery. Must be his mom, bringing food up to him like the saint that she was. He stands up slowly, acutely aware of how his muscles ache from being curled in a ball for most of the day, and stretches as he makes his way to the door. 

Your bright eyes stare back at him when he opens the door, and in his shock, he takes in the box of pizza you holdand the enormous bag of junk food. 

“What’re you doing here?” voice cracking from underuse. 

“Steve told me what happened with Dot. I brought pizza and your favorite snacks and movies. I can drop them off and leave though if you would rather be alone?” your voice hopeful that he won’t turn you away. Like he could, he’s never turned you away before and he won’t start now. 

A small smile makes its way onto his face, and he opens the door wider so you can come into the bedroom. Your grin soothes the ache in his chest. You put the pizza down on his nightstand and cue up Star Wars. Getting cozy on his bed and patting the spot next to you, it seems like you fit right in. He didn’t need to be asked twice. 

By 4 AM, he’s forgotten all about what’s-her-name, and his earlier self-pity and heartbreak. Not when Star Wars was playing in the background and your blinking sleepily at the TV, head on his shoulder. 

~~~

“Bucky, we have a situation.” Steve announces, flopping onto Bucky’s bed. Bucky looks up from the laptop in his lap with a confused stare, waiting from Mr. Dramatic to explain. He didn’t have time for his antics, his last college final of the semester was due next week.

“Y/N’s prom date bailed on her, and it’s tomorrow.” was all Steve said, and looked at Bucky, waiting for what he knew would happen now.

“That dick.” Bucky replied, mentally searching for his tux. “If I leave now, I can make it with enough time to shower and get ready.” And he hops off the bed, grabbing his duffle bag, he stuffs whatever he may need for the impromptu trip home. Steve just stares at him with a smile on his face like the little shit he is. 

A 5 hour drive home, shower, frantic search for his tux, and a quick power nap later, he knocks on your door. He wishes he could photograph the look of surprise on your face, your jaw literally drops when he see him in his tux.

“Bucky?!” And he swears he forgot how beautiful you were. Literally glowing, and he doesn't think it’s from the makeup, he can’t help himself as he takes in your dress. You’ll be the most beautiful one there, no contest. “Hey doll.” he smirks at you, still amused by your shocked state. He can tell when your brain catches up when your eyes soften as you look up at him.

“What are you doing here?” you ask in a soft voice. 

“Taking you to prom, what else would I be doing?” and he can see you calculating in your head. 

“Bucky, you must have driven all night!” you exclaim. Bucky loves when your eyes grow wide, it’s so cute.

“It’s fine, who needs sleep?” he says as he steps inside, past your frozen, and shocked state. Steve must have told your parents he was coming, he can see your parents waiting with the camera in the living room. 

“You told me you were going to work on your final all weekend.” you fire back, closing the door. 

“This is more important to me.” and he can tell you don’t quite believe him. You have a scowl on your face that reminds him of when you would catch him stealing a piece of candy as kids. He’s pretty sure you think it’s intimidating, but he finds it adorable. 

“I promise that I worked on it already, and I’ll be ok.” and he presses a kiss to your forehead. “You look beautiful.” your glad your foundation hides the sudden flush of your face. 

“You’re not too shabby yourself.” you tease back. But really, seeing him like this does inexplicable things to your heart. He’s so handsome, and he had driven all night to take you to prom. You could just kiss him. 

Taking your hands in his, you look into his eyes. “Thank you.” you say earnestly. 

And Bucky knew in that moment, he would drive days to get to you if needed.

Part 2 

[gladdygirl18]

Remember When We Were Little...

Based off the game {Shall We Date? Wizardess Heart+}

Summary: It's a day off at the academy and the Goldstein Brothers were reminiscing about all the fun times they had together when the were kids. Let's just say this conversation led to many good laughs.

Word Count: 1993

Elias, Klaus, and Alfonse. The three sons of the famous House of Goldstein. Brothers by blood. Elias and Alfonse are Day Class Prefects at the academy whereas Klaus is a Ministry employee. On occasions, Klaus will pop up to visit the academy out of his own free will or for business. Either way, for Elias and Alfonse, it is always a treat to see him. Klaus and Alfonse have a history together and didn’t get along all that well. After recent events, the two of them, mainly Klaus, learned to tolerate one another.

It was a day off at the academy and Klaus was visiting the academy out of his own free will. Going to the Prefect’s office, he saw his younger and older brother relaxing on the sofa and chair.

“Klaus? I didn’t know you were coming.” Elias said.

“That’s Klaus for you. Always full of surprises.” Alfonse said with a kind smile.

Klaus rolled his eyes and sat down in the chair parallel to Elias. The three of them sat in silence, enjoying each other’s company. The other Prefects, mainly Zeus, were enjoying themselves at the Night Cafe, so it was really quiet in the office. The brothers sat silence for what felt like an hour. Soon, Alfonse’s voice shattered the silence.

“Klaus, remember when we were little, we use to get into so much mischief.” Alfonse said.

“How can I forget? You were always the one who got us into trouble, and I had to get us out of it.” Klaus said.

“Really? I can’t imagine Alfonse getting you into trouble. Sigurd and Albert, yes, but never Alfonse.” Elias said, sitting up.

Klaus let of a scoff and leaned in on his legs.

“You have no idea. Once, he tried to swap one of Father’s inventions for one of his trick ones.” Klaus said.

“And I would’ve gotten away with it if you hadn’t stopped me.” Alfonse said.

Elias smiled and let a giggle escape his lips.

“It’s not funny. You know how Father gets when he’s mad.” Klaus said.

“I know. I’m laughing because I wish I could’ve seen Father’s face if the swap prank did happen.” Elias said.

Klaus placed a hand on his temple and breathed out.

“You are so much like Alfonse...” Klaus sighed.

Elias shrugged with a smile.

“What’d you expect? I’m your brother, after all.” Elias said.

Alfonse sat in silence for a while before a mischievous smile spread across his face.

“That reminds me... Klaus, do remember when Elias was about seven, we used a special trick to make him smile even though he was already smiling?” Alfonse asked.

Elias’s eyes widened and Klaus’s grin grew into a sly smile.

“As a matter of fact, I do. Why bring it up all of a sudden?” Klaus asked.

“No reason. I guess you can say I miss my little brother’s laugh.” Alfonse said, eyeing Elias.

Elias stared at his brothers with fear clear as crystal in his eyes. Alfonse quickly muttered a spell to make the room soundproof.

“So do I.” Klaus said.

A surprised and scared smile spread across the young Goldstein’s face.

“What has gotten into you two?” Elias asked as his two older brothers inched closer.

“Whatever do you mean, Elias? We’re just having fun. Aren’t you?” Klaus asked.

Never in a million years would Elias ever hear his stoic and strict brother say he was having fun. And he knew his brother better than anyone. If Klaus were feeling something, he would rarely show it or admit to it. This was a new one on him. Alfonse was no exception. He’s always in a good mood and shows it. He’s rarely ever seen sulking or moping.

“Come on guys, you don’t have to do this.” Elias said.

“This is long overdue, Elias. Of course, we have to do this.” Alfonse said.

Elias took a gamble and made a break for the door. Now, Elias is a smart young man. He’s a Prefect for crying out loud. But thinking he could outrun Klaus was on him. Klaus easily caught him before he could even reach the door. Klaus couldn’t help but smile at Elias’s struggling. It would take a miracle for Elias to escape Klaus’s strong and firm grip.

“Let go off me!” Elias cried.

“Yell all you want, Elias. With the soundproof spell up, no one will be coming to your rescue.” Alfonse said as he locked the office’s door.

Klaus placed his brother in his lap and forced his arms into a position where he couldn’t move them.

“Come on, let’s be reasonable here.” Elias said as Alfonse inched closer, still struggling in Klaus’s hold.

“We are. We get to tickle you senseless and you get to laugh. A win-win for the three of us.” Alfonse said.

Just hearing the dreaded T word made Elias cringe. When Alfonse’s fingers collided with Elias’s sides, pure, childish laughter spilled from the young Prefect’s mouth. Elias’s eyes were squeezed shut but his mouth was gaped open with melodic laughter coming out.

“Honestly, Elias, I thought you’d outgrow this by now.” Klaus said, pretending to sound disappointed.

“Shuhuhuhuhuhuhut up!” Elias laughed.

“Being rude, are we?” Alfonse asked, digging his fingers harder into Elias’s sides.

Elias threw his head back against Klaus’s shoulder and let out a new stream of laughter.

“Stohohohohohohohohop! Plehehehehehehease!” Elias cried, his voice full of desperation.

Elias has always been extremely ticklish. Just a simple poke in his ribs and he’s cracking up. His brothers always exploited his little “weakness” whenever he was sad, getting ahead of himself, or just to see him laugh. When Elias was young, he always wanted to get revenge on his brothers for torturing him, especially Klaus. Klaus is a ruthless and merciless tickler. Alfonse is the same, except for the merciless part. He never tries it because he knew the tables would have been turned on him in a split second.

“Klaus, you have access to our brother’s weak spot, you know.” Alfonse said.

“Thanks for reminding me. It almost slipped my mind.” Klaus whispered into Elias’s ear.

Elias scrunched his neck when he felt his brother’s breath brush against his neck and ears. Elias literally screamed with laughter when he felt Klaus scratch his fingers in his exposed armpits.

“KLAHAHAHAHAHAHAUS! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” Elias said as he thrashed in his brother’s grip.

“Sorry little brother. No can do.” Klaus said casually.

Alfonse chuckled and started raking his fingers up and down the youngest Goldstein’s ribcage.

“NOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHA! NOT BOTH AT THE SAME TIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIME!” Elias cried.

Klaus and Alfonse couldn’t help but laugh along with their brother. To any other person, the scene would look almost unnatural and somewhat uncomfortable, but to the Goldstein Brothers, this was normal. Alfonse’s hands soon found their way under Elias’s uniform and tickled the bare skin underneath. Elias’s laughter became more hysterical and his thrashing became more frantic.

“I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMOHOHOHOHOHOHORE! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” Elias begged.

The two older Goldsteins nodded to each other and removed their hands from the poor boy’s body. Klaus released Elias and placed a comforting hand on his back while Elias took in air for his lungs.

“Are you okay?” Alfonse asked, crouching in front of his brother.

“Yeah... I’m good...” Elias panted.

Alfonse smiled and sat down next to his younger brothers. The three of them sat in peaceful silence, still wearing bright smiles on their face. Elias soon looked at Klaus who had his head leaned back against the sofa; his eyes shut. Letting a smile form, he turned to Alfonse who had the same smile. They were thinking the exact same thing.

“Hey Klaus. Can I ask you something?” Elias asked.

“What?” Klaus asked.

“Are you ticklish?”

Klaus’s eyes snapped open. The question caught him off guard. Klaus then put on his mature face and shook his head.

“No, I’m not.” Klaus said casually after a while.

“Then why did you hesitate?” Alfonse inquired.

“I didn’t.” Klaus said.

Alfonse and Elias nodded to one another with similar smiles. After a split second, the two of them pounced on their brother. Klaus pursed his lips together to keep himself from laughing. Klaus was equally ticklish to Elias, but not as bad. When it was just him and Alfonse, Alfonse tickled him all the time. It was a weakness he would always exploit.

“Come on, Klaus. We know you can’t hold out for long.” Alfonse said.

What the older Goldstein said appeared sound. Giggles slipping through every now and them, not to mention the wide grin on the normally stoic brother’s face. When Elias reached his lower back, Klaus’s resistance was history.

“Stohohohohohohop! Elias stohohohohohohop!” Klaus laughed.

“Wow. The Klaus Goldstein, The Emperor of Gedonelune Royal Magic Academy, a Ministry of Wizardry employee, is ticklish.” Elias commented.

Klaus tried to glare at his younger sibling, but his laughter made it difficult.

“Hey Alfonse. Does Klaus have a weak spot?” Elias asked.

“Nohohoho I dohohohohohohon’t!” Klaus cried.

Alfonse rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“Yes, he does. He has two, as a matter of fact.” Alfonse said.

Proving his point, Alfonse kneaded Klaus’s thigh and massaged his hipbone. Klaus bucked at least a foot in the air before his laughter became louder and more hysterical.

“ALFOHOHOHOHOHOHOHONSE STAHAHAHAHAHAP!” Klaus cried.

Elias laughed at his older brother’s state, never seeing him like this since, well, ever. Elias joined in by massaging his thumbs in Klaus’s hip, making said man produce more hysterical laughter.

“Consider this as revenge for all the years you tortured me when I was younger.” Elias said.

Klaus couldn’t even form a word; he was laughing so much.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Klaus laughed.

Elias enjoyed tickling Klaus to shreds but decided it was Alfonse’s turn. Removing his hands off Klaus, he pounced on Alfonse and started kneading his sides. Alfonse let out a giggly gasp before producing them.

“Elias! Yohohohohohou’re supposed to behehehehe on my teheheheheheheam!” Alfonse said.

“Sorry, but I need revenge on you as well for all those years you tickled me half to death.” Elias said.

After catching his breath, Klaus joined his younger brother in tickling their older brother.

“Klahahahahahaus! Not you tohohohohohhohohoo!” Alfonse whined.

“I’m with Elias. I need some revenge for all the times you exploited my weakness,” Klaus said.

“Sohohohohohoho yohohohohohou admit youhohohohou have a weheheheheheaknehehehehehess!”

“What was that?”

Klaus then dug his fingers into his brother’s stomach, making Alfonse’s giggles turn into laughs.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE! NOHOHOHOHO!” Alfonse cried, his laughter reaching a new volume and octave.

Klaus and Elias laughed at their older brother’s state. Alfonse was in between Elias and Klaus when it comes to being ticklish. He was worse than Klaus but not as bad as Elias. Elias was by far the most ticklish out of the three of them. Must be because he was the youngest brother. Eyeing Klaus, Elias attacked his brother’s hips, making him let out a stream of deep laughter.

“ELIAS DOHOHOHOHOHOHON’T!” Klaus cried.

“This is exactly what you deserve.” Elias said.

Elias soon started producing laughter of his own when Alfonse started attacking his ribs.

“NOHOHOHOHO! THAHAHAHAHAHAHAT’S NOT FAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIR!” Elias said.

“Yes, it is.” Alfonse said, catching his breath.

His break was short lived when Klaus started tickling his sides, another weak spot of his.

“KLAUS STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!” Alfonse pleaded.

The three of them went back and forth with one another. Their childish laughter bounced off the soundproof walls. After what felt like hours, the three of them sat in silence once more. The only thing that could be heard was heavy breathing and slight giggling.

“Well, at least we can say this day off wasn’t a total waste.” Elias said.

“You can say that again.” Klaus said.

“I agree.” Alfonse said.

Elias smiled and wrapped his arms around his older brothers.

“Love you guys...” Elias said.

The two older Goldsteins smiled and hugged their little brother back. The three of them soon fell asleep in each other’s arms, still wearing gentle smiles.

Hope you enjoyed! Stay Safe, Stay Blessed!

[slasherscream]

poly Billy and Stu and their s/o as parents? like the type of father's they'd be and all

A/N: glad you all know that i'm only here to put these dumb-ass boys in all sorts of domestic scenarios and nothing else. 

     billy loomis x reader x stu macher   ft. starting a family with these idiots

                                                     ——————– 

Let's get one thing straight here. Billy has been dodging the idea of starting a family since you started having it. He could smell the urge to have a kid on you and was like (big gag). There are so many reasons for him being like this he can hardly name them all. This doesn't stop him from trying        you know, cause he's a huge asshole. 

Him? Somebody's Dad? Okay babe, sure. He lists a lot of reasons that have nothing to do with the root of the problem which is actually his own insecurities. Yes it's true he's never really liked kids much. Yes it's true he's probably not the best role model even after all these years of growing up. You get the picture already Billy, fucking hell. 

Stu is neutral on the subject for a long time until his own "biological clock" starts ticking. Then you both find yourself sharing longing looks at families you cross on the street. You'll be having lunch out somewhere and coo at a baby that's all the way across the restaurant. Stu happily joining in. Once Stu is on your side Billy starts getting really defensive  .... (aka more insecure). 

Honestly you're not the one to talk him out of his own head for this one. That's all Stu. Because as ridiculous and goofy as Stu can be he understands intimately and deeply how Billy works         no matter how much of an enigma Billy fucking thinks he is. Billy storms out because he doesn't want to deal with his feelings (first time he's done it in years) and Stu goes to chase him down and tells you not to worry, he's got this.

You're very upset but when they come back the first thing Billy does is kiss you gently, Stu standing in the doorway and simply watching. There's several visible hickies on Stu's neck so you know he and Billy already made up while they were gone. Now it's your turn to receive Billy's apologetic affection. You and Stu share a knowing exasperated look over Billy's shoulder. You both love him though. 

Billy was just insecure about being a shitty parent or your relationship falling apart and somehow effecting a kid. Honestly it all goes back to his own undealt with familial problems and once Stu gave him an honest talk about how you're all not #His Parents?? He's good. He's using his braincell again and he's fine. 

Now onto the actuality of having the kid! You're in for quite the ride co-parenting with these two bastard idiots.

Stu is the dad you can get away with doing just about anything with. He’s the parent that if you go to them they’ll just say yes. Sometimes he’ll use his one borrowed braincell and hit the kid with “did you ask dad?” or “did you ask s/o?”. The kid pouts because like .... obviously fucking not since I came to ask the parent who'd just give in. Weak-willed! Weak-willed! Weak-willed!

This is Billy every time he has to talk to his kid about any bad behavior.

You'll have to be the PTA parent right off the bat because the boys are just ...not gonna. Unless there's a real problem they're gonna default assume everything is fine and not look deeper or get too involved because like... This has nothing to do with my fucking kid in particular? You want me to go to a parent meeting....about....repairs in the library? Fuck you.

The one exception to this is during the "first starting school age" and it's Billy who is the exception. Stu loves the kid but he's very chill and not a helicopter parent. He's honestly the one who has to calm you two down a lot because he knows everything will be fine.

Billy? Kid first starts school and he's this parent (don't watch past 15:00). He thought he'd be fine but he's anxious as shit. The last one to leave the drop-off even if his kid is fine. But oh god .... oh god if they're freaking out? Oh boy he's gonna start freaking out. Hiding it like a pro but you know your man and can see the panic in his eyes. One well placed "daddy I wanna go home!" and he'll break and haul them right from the classroom. You and Stu have to intervene.

Billy wants to hang out in the cafe that just so happens to be a five minute walk from the school all day. You put your foot down and tell him they're gonna be fine. You have to cuddle him on the couch all day to keep him still. When it's time to go pick the kid up he's out the door ... so fucking fast. He almost leaves y'all highkey. Billy and the kid run to each other full speed and he picks them up and doesn't put them down...like....all day. No you two cannot get a turn. 

Sometimes Billy gets very emotional about the life they’re giving their kid. Not out of insecurity or anything like he thought would happen when he first thought of starting a family with you and Stu. He actually realizes that you’re all doing a fantastic job of being parents and that your house is full of love to the max. It makes him soft(TM).

Wanted to keep this totally gender neutral but it’s gotta be said ….. this goes double for if the s/o is a woman. Seeing them with their child stirs something in Billy deeply vulnerable. He’s literally buried his head in the crook of your neck before and thanked you quietly for being such an incredible mother. He was so sincere about it you started crying and honestly? ….Maybe he allegedly got misty eyed. Okay back to gender neutrality now! 

Y’all wouldn’t have more than two kids honestly. I can’t imagine Billy and Stu wanting more than that. And they’d want to have them really close together/close in age so they grow up close/as friends. They're the single kids who kinda wished they'd had a sibling growing up. Billy because he thinks that would have been less lonely and Stu because he thinks it would have been fun. You (if you have siblings) know.... better. But if you wanted multiple kids yourself you keep your mouth shut and just wait for them to watch and learn. 

Stu is the favorite parent honest-fucking-tea. He just is! He’s playful. He’s fun. He’s loving. He lets his kid climb all over him and play wrestle. They're constantly playing airplane or on this man's shoulders. He can match them energy wise any day of the week. He doesn’t stop being the favorite when they get older either. When the kid is like grown/20′s        basically whatever their "I am no longer being raised to be a person" stage of life? They’d probably dead ass hang out with him as a "friend".

"Nah I can’t come to the party I got plans with my dad this weekend…. fuck you he’s way more fun than you guys-”

Billy is the strictest parent but he’s very loving and devoted. He’s the parent your kid runs to whenever they feel they need protection. It warms Billy’s heart to be that to them. Their first line of defense against the whole world. It’s been like this since they were little. If they had a nightmare they’d run into the bedroom and bypass the two of you completely and head straight for Billy. He's also a little smug about it. Especially to Stu and especially if they have a daughter. I'm the alpha Dad?? Tremble before me.

They don’t have a preference for adopting or having bio kids. You’re probably the deal-breaker on that, your choice goes. 

Adoption? They both thought they wanted a boy. Super adamant about it. Gonna play football... grill shit together. ...grill a football together. You? Neutral. But all along you knew damn well you were gonna wind up having a fucking daughter. Lo and behold!

They see a little girl playing by herself in the corner. She can’t be much older than six. She set herself up a whole little mini city and then they watched as she took a dinosaur toy .... and destroyed it thoroughly. She made quiet screaming people noises and everything. Or just ..... this. They instantly looked at each other like 👀👀👀      are you seeing what I'm seeing? 

Billy, clutching his chest: oh shit what’s going on You: your heart is growing three sizes you fucking grinch- Billy: don’t fucking curse she could hear you and she’s ours now-

Once they've got the perfect weirdo little girl under their belt then they'll think about having a boy. But they'd want to make sure she's totally settled into life with the three of you before they bring another kid into the mix. And ... lmao if she expresses disinterest in having another kid around. She is ... #Princess and gets whatever she wants. Whatever! She! WANTS! 

You have to convince her you three will never love her less even with another kid around and besides .... she's gonna be getting a stinky brother this time so she'll still get to be daddy's (plural) little girl. She agrees and now the boys are back on board. Fucking absolute pussies. 

Funniest fucking thing if you guys go as a family once again to try and get a boy and instead your daughter bonds with a ..... get ready for it! Different little girl! Billy and Stu are fucking SCREAMING. Look at her this one is perfect too. God dammit ... god dammit we have another daughter now. 

Two daughters? Two? They'd rule the fucking house. Billy can see manipulation coming from a mile away and yet he let's it happen because they're both so cute running the show. Plus it's like when lions fake being hurt when their cubs attack them to encourage them to be better hunters. He wants his daughters sharp! He wants his daughters clever! He wants them to be able to do whatever the fuck they wanna do! 

Stu is less good at seeing the manipulation and it's so fucking funny .... he doesn't even wanna see it! He's legally blind! His babies want something? He will throw any amount of money at them and whatever they want. Is the Dad that they'd beg him to start like... a new hobby or sport and he'd get them everything they need to do it (top of the line expensive shit) and then! If they wanna quit a week later? Not even mad! What do we wanna do this week, sweethearts? 

You have to stop them from being spoiled, little monsters because your husbands sure fucking won't. 

You have walked in on them doing tea parties and you did take pictures. Stu was posing for them while Billy just looked straight at the camera with murder in his eyes and you knew in your heart you were gonna be getting payback for this later in the bedroom (worth it). 

Billy is the type of Dad that if he tells someone he's gonna be busy watching his kids and they go "oh? babysitting duty, huh?" he launches into a ten minute rant about "how am i fucking babysitting? it's my fucking kids? these are my kids? you can't baby-sit your own fucking kids. that's called parenting. you know what, Nicholas? that's why your kids are so fucked up-"

Billy starts beef with other parents if I didn't make that clear. 

Stu is the parent that gets too into whatever his kids are doing. School plays? Soccer games? Science fair? Jesus christ... he has quite literally almost gotten you all banned from every activity your kid has been in. He's gotten penalties before. Decided to skip the middle man once and coach your girl's teams to make it easier. Chaos ensued that summer. 

Honestly? Best Dad(s) Award. 10/10. Should totally do it again. 

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[haiykuties-imagines-blog]

Hello! I'm so excited to see a new blog!! Anyway, I really loved the head cannons you wrote about big brother Suga, and I was wondering if you could write something similar about either Asahi or Daichi (I big love my 3rd years I'm so sorry). Anyway! Thank you very much! Have an amazing day

Hi! I decided to put all the big bros together in one as it just made sense for me to write them all together! Thank you so much so much for the support and I hope you guys have a great day 💖

Bokuto Kōtarō Headcanons | Word Count: 404

-Bokuto is the most enthusiastic brother anyone could ever have, within seconds of them setting foot on campus he’s practically picked them up, flinging them around and telling everyone this is his little sister and that she is amazing! (It took bribing from Akaashi to put her down)

-He’s gonna beg them to join the girls volleyball team or even be a manager for the boys, he wants them to be as good as he is or at least show off to them constantly, if they already had a different club in mind he wouldn’t care, he would just brag more and more about them being the best in that club

-This boy can barley even remember his tie in the morning, so if his sister is to forget anything there’s no way he would even notice it to take it too her. If anything, he probably forgot his lunch or homework as well, there’s no helping either of them.

-In regards to them getting into trouble, Bokuto is 100% going to scold her even if he has done the same thing before, he wants his little sister to have a good reputation and be her best. He’s so proud of her either way and just wants her to enjoy school but also appreciate the education side.

-Definitely watches her like a hawk, nothing she does gets past him! Whether it be at lunch, in class or even in the halls he’s got a question for them;

“Who’s that boy?!”

“What did they say?”

“Are they making fun of you?”

Someone could literally bump into her and he’s already fired up to protect.

-He wants his little sister to remain pure amd innocent, he made that very obvious when he saw a boy talking to them and he literally ran across the field screaming his signature “Hey hey heyyyy” but more aggressive, before questioning him relentlessly. Now no boys dare to talk to her, which definitely had caused a sibling squabble!

-On the other hand though, his protectiveness can be really useful if anyone was to try pick on his sister, they’d definitely need to think twice after catching a glimpse of Bokutos over powering glare.

-In the end, Bokutos a very overwhelming type sibling to have in the school, being loud and flashy but he really just wants them to feel safe and secure in their first year and not worry at all

Akaashi Keiji Headcanons | Word Count: 379

-Literally the complete opposite to Bokuto, couldn’t really care that they’re in the school or what they did and why. As long as it wasn’t anything extreme and that there was no trouble caused he would want to leave her be and have her find her own path in school. He believes by giving them the independence if they do ever really ask for help they really do need it.

-Takes his study seriously to some extent but also wants to relax and knows his limit, he tries his hardest to teach his little sister this in their first year, he’s willing to help them out but only they can tell if they’ve reached their limit- which is why he wants them to be independent

-Will definitely bring in anything she forgets, he always leaves slightly later and will check for anything they couldn’ve forgotten, he knows that in the first year it’s easy to get confused and forget certain things.

-Because of his statue like facade a lot of first years tend to be a little sketchy and worried to talk or be around Akaashi, like did he have no emotion?! If it wasn’t for his sister frequently going up to him to collect forgotten food and/or just have a normal chat, the first years aren’t as freaked out by his demeanour now

-If she was ever bed ridden due to illness he would try his best to collect up all homework from their teachers and even ask some of their friends to copy down notes for them. He would hate for her to go back into school after being sick to then feel even worse about catching up on a few days of work

-He’s also the most chill about his sister talking to boys, he wants her to enjoy life and quite frankly cannot be bothered at all for the whole protective chat stuff, like said before he wants her to learn from mistakes and grow through it

-Overall Akaashi just as calm as ever, it’s as if he doesn’t even have a sister sometimes, he wants them to both live their lives but be able to help eachother when needed. It’s not like he doesn’t care, though, he just doesn’t want to hound them constantly.

Asahi Azumane Headcanons | Word Count: 424

-Asahi is more scared of the first years then they are of him, with his ‘scary’ demeanour and adultish looks none of them really try to talk to him and ask for help around school, they’d rather be lost. This makes him feel quite disheartened actually, so when his little sister finds out about it she tries her hardest tk promote Asahi and the teddy bear he really is!

-With that, Asahi really enjoys having his little sister in the school, less people are scared of him meaning he is more comfortable with just walking around and not worrying about being screamed at. She’s like his little moral support, keeping him calm, despite the fact it really should be the other way around

-Sometimes the promotions of her brother are futile though, which is never an issue really, everyone knows that she is Asahis little sister so no one ever tries to mess wih her, it’s to much of a risk!

-He often invites his sister to watch practice, due to Asahis and Noyas friendship she wasn’t at all phased by the initial squealing of a new cute girl in the gym, it was practically mandatory for her to deal with. She was also a big part in bribing Asahi to get back into volleyball and often cheers him on at matches and even just for practice because she knows that even if she is the ‘little’ sister, she still has to act older for his babyish acts occasionally

-Asahis really good at collecting up any homework she may need in her absences, the first time he did it though he get stumbling on his words to their teacher and accidentally brought home the complete wrong homework to them because the teacher has 0 idea on what he really wanted

-He will also try his best to help her with any homework, he’s not the smartest kf the smart but wants to feel like he is able to help her like she helps him, he would like her to take education somewhat seriously even if it isn’t her forte and she wants to do somthing more out going- it’s still important to have a small back up!

-After all, Asahi in reality is more of the little brother sometimes but he still wants his little sister to look up to him because he is proud of her and knows she’ll do amazing in school. He does really appreciate the softer reputation she gave him for his last year as well, it’s a huge bonus

Daichi Sawamura Headcanons | Word Count: 340

-Much like Suga from my previous post, Daichis dad mode comes into action while his sisters in school. He’s all about having fun and enjoying life but he also believes education is important and wants his sister to feel the same.

-On the first day he toured her around, showing her every inch of the school and letting her knkw about the ‘bad people’ places he didn’t want to find her.

-After all the dad chat, he goes more fun and friendly, he would hate for her to dislike him based on how firm he can be and that’s not the way he wants her to see him, he is still just her brother and they’re both still kids after all.

-Unfortunately if she is to be forgetful Daichi is not going to be able to help, he’s up and gone at the crack of dawn due to his captains duties meanjng he won’t even see her in the morning, let alone take her lunch! If she did forget something like lunch or water he would make sure to buy her some food though, along with a little scold, but he isn’t evil

-Will 100% introduce her to the team but will set ground rules with them before they meet her, this consist of:

No dating or flirting

No harassment

No embarrassing

These are also all directed towards Noya and Tanaka

-Everyone knows Daichi, even the first years, this means they know not to cross the line with his little sister because boy can he be scary sometimes! If anyone was to say anything at all about her they’ll definitely know about it, Daichi will ensure to have a little chat with the person who said anything; nothing was ever mentioned about it again

-Overall Daichi wants his sister to be a strong independent person just like himself and hopes he sets a good example for her. He wants her to have a good enjoyable time at Karasuno just like himself, just not too much fun, as education is important!

[broken-heartedgirlff]

Epilogue~ High Maintenance

See I’ma rider but nah I ain’t a die 'Cause I wouldn’t take a bullet for a nigga, that’s a lie And that’s word to my mother, she the Filipino queen And she hella high maintenance, I’ma get her what she need That’s some bling, that’s some rings, man that’s all on me Clear her closet out and take her on a shopping spree 

That's right Icy

Angel

“Gigi, can you help me with my homework?” Maddie said  

I looked up to see Maddie at my door frame, and i couldn’t help but smile at the nickname that Mason called me, get passed down.

“Sure Maddie. What’s up?” I said sitting up on my bed,

Adrianna Madison was my  4 year old little sister and I loved her dearly. She was the perfect mixture of my Mom and Dad. She was incredibly smart and always loved being around me. I couldn’t help but to want to be around all of my siblings.

She saw that I was willing to help and jumped up on my bed. All she needed help was to write her name in cursive, which really wasn’t hard, but I know she just wanted to spend time with me, which I didn’t mind.

In the past 5 years, I’ve gotten a little sister, and two new baby brothers on the way. Yes, my mom is pregnant again, and she is a whale. But do not tell her I said that, because she will literally try to kill me.

It’s actually a few days before my Sweet 16 party  and I actually cant wait. I turned 16 a week ago, but I couldn’t have my party until this week because of my mom’s pregnancy. My daddy is helping my mom plan the party, but being that she’s pregnant, no one is actually getting anything done. Mom is stressed out beyond belief and Daddy is stressed out because of Mom, so it’s me and the party planner that I hired, on Daddy’s bill of course.

“Madz where you go?!” Andrea yelled

I rolled my eyes as soon as I heard her voice, “In Gigi Room, Domi!!” Maddie yelled back

Andrea followed Maddie’s yelling and stopped at my door frame, she knew better not to step foot into my room.  

“Mommy is looking for you Maddie, and you ran off! You know she’s mad.” Andrea spoke again.

Maddie pouted, “I just wanted Gigi to help me with homework. I don’t want to be in trouble.”

“Well, go find Mommy before you get in trouble and then when you come back, I’ll help you.” I spoke to Maddie.

She nodded her head and ran off to find our mother. When she left, I started to play on my phone again, but I heard someone clearing their throat to get my attention.

I sighed, “What do you want Andrea?”

“It’s Dominique.” She mumbled,

I looked up at her and the look I gave her, slightly made her cower away from the door.

“I don’t care. What do you want?”

She shuffled her feet, and mumbled something again, but I couldn’t understand her. I honestly was getting annoyed with her presence.

“What do you want Andrea? Speak up I don’t have all day.”  

She sighed and spoke louder, “Since Zoey got an invitation to your sweet 16, and so did a few of my friends, I was wondering if I could come as well? You know, with you being my older sister and all. I did have plans to go with An’Dreanna, but she said if I have to go to the party, she won’t come pick me up.”

I knew just as much as she did, that this was a stretch. I specifically remember telling her that she couldn’t come to my party, I didn’t want her there, I barely want her living in my house. And to add salt to injury, when Daddy built our new house, he combined our rooms by a bathroom, a way to “force us to bond”. But as you can see, I don’t care.  

I knew the only reason she wanted to come was because she hates her maternal grandmother. She literally cries every time she has to go to Aspen to spend time with her grandparents. I think it’s hilarious.

I kind of chuckled, “Whose idea was it for you to ask me that? Yours or Mason’s?”

“It was Mason’s. But Gigi please, I wont be in your way, just let me come to the party Please.” She begged

I got irritated that she used my nickname, so I got off my bed and leaned on my door, I looked at her up and down, and she was honestly pathetic in my eyes.

“First of all, Don’t you ever call me Gigi. You don’t have the right to call me that. It’s Angelique to you. Secondly, Don’t call MY mother Mommy, in my face ever again. The monstrosity that birthed you is behind bars for damn near killing MY father. That’s Your mommy.”

She tried to speak, and I put my hand in her face telling her to shut up.

“Andrea, I really don’t care. and Lastly, no you can not come to my party. Have fun with your grandma.”

I put my hand on my door and slammed it in her face and locked my door.   

Dominic

“She did what?!” I yelled

“Dominic, calm down, okay? Getting upset is not going to make the situation better.” Giselle sighed.

We were sitting in the kitchen after dinner, and Dominique told me what Angel had did to her earlier today. I knew Angel wasn’t the biggest fan of Nique, but she’s only 8. Angelique should know better.

I knew something was wrong when Angel talked about the party all night and Dominique didn’t say a word. Everyone was just as excited for Angel, but Nique just pushed around her food. When Giselle asked Nique if she needed to call An’Dreanna to tell her there was no need to come get her this weekend, Angel spoke up and said:

“Andrea was really excited to go see her grandmother, we wouldn’t want to stop that, now would we Andrea?”

And Dominique said she wanted to go with her grandmother. She’s never wanted to go with her grandmother and she hates being called Andrea.

“Daddy, please don’t say anything to Angel. I can go to An’Dreanna’s this weekend.” She cried

It was hard seeing both of my daughters fight all the time. I should’ve put a damn stop to this a long ass time ago, but I thought Angel would grow out of it, just like she did with Mason.  

“No, you’re staying here this weekend and will enjoy the party, just like everyone else.” I said sternly.

“Daddy, please. She’s just going to hate me more, cause you’re making me stay here!!”  

“Dominique! I said you will stay here. Now, stop crying and get ready for school tomorrow.”

She sniffled, “Yes sir.” and she ran upstairs.

“How did we raise such a brat?” I mumbled.

Giselle chuckled while rubbing her belly. “That’s your daughter.”

I shook my head, “No, she acts just like you did when you were her age.”

I sat behind her on the bench she was sitting on and rubbed her belly for her, she leaned back on my chest and closed her eyes. When I tell you I was ecstatic to hear I got my wife pregnant with twin boys! I was beyond excited, I had 3 daughters and when I tell you, hell was my house, oh, it was my house.

Between Angelique and her attitude, Mason and him just being a terrible teenager, Dominique and her mother and grandparents. All I had was my sweetest angel Maddie, and I knew that was only going to last a while.  

“How are the twins today?” I asked her

She opened her hazel eyes, and slightly rolled them. “These boys are terrible. I’m not having anymore kids after this Dominic. They aren’t even born yet and I know they’re going to be a handful.”

I laughed, “I told you when we found out about Maddie, all you had to do was give me a son, and I would be happy.”

“And you got two, and I’m not doing this again. They kick me all time of the day. Major sits on my bladder, Micah puts his foot in my ribs, I just cant anymore. I want them to come out, but we both know if they come out any time soon, Angelique would blow a gasket.” She laughed.

I sighed, “What are we going to do about her? She grew out of it with Mason, and she’s a great older sister. But not to Dominique, I don’t get it.”

Giselle shrugged, “I don’t know, I’ve never been in this situation, and I’m tired of making excuses for her.”

Angelique was never accepting of Andrea since the day she met her. I understand why she felt the way she did when she was younger, but Angel is 16 and treats her sister like a stranger. She always said “I have a brother and that’s it” whenever people would ask how many siblings she had.  

Giselle started giggling, and I was totally confused.

“What?” I asked her,

She continuously giggled, “I am a horrible parent because I’m laughing but, remember when Dominique was about 5 or 6 and she was at school, and she had gotten her dress wet. After we told her not to, but if she ever needed one of us, she should tell her teacher that she had an older sister and brother at school and they should call us.”

I shook my head, “That was the time she wet herself and told her teacher to get Angel, and Angel had the whole school convinced that Dominique wasn’t her sister.”

“Do you remember Angelique’s response?” Gi giggled.

“God, we are terrible parents, we should’ve beat her ass that day.” i laughed which lead Giselle to giggling uncontrollably and then she burst into tears crying.

“We are horrible parents Dominic!! What if Angel treats the rest of the kids like this?” She wailed

My wife and her uncontrollable pregnancy emotions. 

Olivia

“So, how is your first semester in college going?” I asked Sage over facetime, my baby girl was 18 and off away at NYU completing a degree in Pre-Law, she wanted to be a lawyer, just like her momma.

“It’s fine. I miss all of y’all, though.” She said

“I know, we miss you too. But we are picking you up from the airport to come to Angel’s party. I know you’re happy about that.”

She smiled slightly, and I knew something was wrong.

“Did something happen between you and Angel?” I quizzed

“No momma, I just know some drama is going to unfold and I don’t want to be apart of it. Angel said that Diamond, Aaron’s little sister is coming, and if Diamond is there, then he will be there too, and I don’t want to see him.” Sage explained.

Hell I don’t want her to see him either. Aaron is Sage’s ex-boyfriend, Jeremiah didn’t really like him in the first place, but I wasn’t a fan when I found out that he was abusing my daughter. I been through an abusive relationship and it broke my heart to find out that it was happening for 2 years under my nose, I felt so bad that I didn’t see the signs.

“Did you ask Angel to Uninvite, Diamond?”

She shook her head no, “That’s one of Angel’s best friends and Angel doesn’t know what Aaron did, so she would ask me questions about it.”

“Why don’t you-“

“Tell Angelique Marie Boudreaux Cartier, that my ex boyfriend beat me since I was 15, and I didn’t tell her, yeah that’s smart. You know, she would try to fight him, and then she would try to kill him.”

I laughed because it is true. Her name is Angel but she is anything but that. Once you piss her off, there is no coming back, When I tell you that child can hold a grudge, oh, she can hold one and wont let you forget it. She’s literally Dominic’s twin, she also tends to act like my uncle Xavier when he was around. She has  Giselle’s spoiled brat attitude, with Xavier’s temper and Dominic’s mouth and attitude. She acts just like Dominic and Xavier, and I think it’s funny because Giselle nor Dom know how to deal with it.

“You are right.”

“How’s everyone doing so far?” Sage asked me.

“You know the triplets are a mess, running around here. Having 3- 13 year olds at the same time, is exhausting. Between Marie’s gymnastics/cheer schedule and Reese’s basketball and Aiden’s football, I need another body to just drive them around all day.”

She cackled when I said that, “Momma, you did not call them triplets, they weren’t even born on the same day.”

“Shit, they a week apart, might as well be. They stress me out like they are triplets.” I laughed.

“I really do miss you mommy.” Sage smiled, but ever so sadly.

“You know you didn’t have to go all the way to NYU, you could’ve stayed here and went to UCLA, They have a great program too honey.”  

“I know, but I needed to leave LA for awhile.”

“I completely understand, same reason why I came to LA in the first place.”

“Tell daddy I miss him too, cause I have to study now Mom.” She told me.

“I will. Love you.”

“Love you too, Mommy.”

~~~~~~~~~

A few days later, Sage was home and it was Angel’s birthday party. It was a royal theme so meaning we all had to wear All white with some splashes of Gold. I was sitting in the living room, when Sage ran down the stairs.

“What’s the rush?” I asked.

She had this bewildered facial expression, “My best friend/ cousin is about to kill her entire family. They decided to tell her TODAY that Dominique is staying to go to the party.”

I shook my head, “So, Giselle will be calling me crying.”

“Yupp! I’ll call you later mommy!” She yelled on her way out of the door.

“MA!!!!!!!”

I rolled my eyes, “WHAT!!!!”

“TELL MAURICE AND AIDEN TO LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!” Marie yelled.

“MAURICE AND AIDEN!!!!”

“Ma! We didn’t even do anything.” Aiden said coming down the stairs, with Maurice and Marie following him.

Marie just rolled her eyes, “Yes they did. They wont let me get ready for Angel’s party!”

“Now you know if your father hears Marie, the both of y’all in trouble!” I scolded.

You would think that Aiden and Maurice are twins the way they act. You cant separate them and you cant tell them a damn thing. You can tell they are Jeremiah’s bad ass kids.

“Ma! Ree got a boyfriend!” Maurice yelled as soon as J walked through the door.

“Who has a boyfriend?” He said raising his eyebrow

“Marie.” Aiden and Maurice said at the same time.

“Daddy, no I don’t. I swear.” She quickly responded 

 Which led me to believe that she did, but don’t let Jeremiah hear that. 

Kamryn

I rolled my eyes, I couldn’t deal with the shrieking that Xavier’s girlfriend was crying about now. Like Girl, I am just trying to pick up my children and go home. Mani and Mari were 14 now and my baby boy Zack was 6.

Xavier Valentine Zackary Boudreaux III was born in the midst of my divorce with Xavier and his girlfriend had a problem with everything I did.

I sighed “Calliope, I am just trying to get my children, it’s not my fault that you are still a side chick when it compares to me.”

Kamari and Kamani busted out laughing. This is what she gets. She tried to cause a scene with me in front of X and the kids, and gets embarrassed every time it happens.

“XAVIER! ARE YOU GOING TO LET HER TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!” She screeched.

He just rubbed his temples and sighed, “Callie, if you didn’t start with her-“

“No! If you didn’t constantly cheat on me! With your ex wife who got pregnant and had your son! Why didn’t you make her get an abortion, like you did with me!”

“Girls, take your brother and get in the car please.” I said to them handing them my keys.

They obeyed me and went to the car, after watching to make sure they weren’t trying to eavesdrop, I turned to X and his girl.

“Listen here, I was never going to abort my child, unlike you. I am stronger, I am a better mother that you would’ve ever been. Yes, was Zack born at an inconvenient time, sure but he’s the blessing I was praying for. Where were you when I was having miscarriage after miscarriage? Oh, yeah you were fucking my husband. So your opinion, your wants are not valid.” I said walking out of the house.

I dropped the kids off at home with my mom so that she could help them to get ready for Angel’s party.

“Where you going, mommy?” Zack asked me while getting out of the car.

“I have some business to take care of before we go to the party. Grandma is in the house, she’s gonna help you get ready and take you to the party, I will meet y’all there” I spoke to him, in which he nodded and went in the house.

“Mhm, last time you had business to take care of, we got a little brother.” Mani said smirking.

“Tell Daddy, we said hi” Mari teased.

I rolled my eyes, “Take y’all asses in the house, before I beat you.” I laughed.

~ 

“Fuck!!! Right there!!!” I screamed out, Xavier just grunted as he continuously pounded in and out of me.

“You feel so good.” He moaned, while kissing my lips and then my neck down to my breasts.

I moaned and arched my back, his kisses on my skin always got my going and he knew that.

“Shit, Xavier! Don’t ever stop baby. Your dick feels so damn good.” I moaned again

I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck and brought him closer because I knew I was about to cum.

Because he knew my body so well, he started to rub my clit so that we could cum at the same time,  

“Let me pull out Kam.” He strained.

But I kept my legs around his waist, because I was in such bliss, and we both came, making him come inside of me, I didn’t care to be honest, I loved when he did, it made the experience even better.

He rolled over, and we were both sweaty and breathing hard, this was our 3rd round and we were running late for the party.

“You’re on the pill right?” He asked me.

I laughed, “Xavier, I am not, but don’t worry, were good.”

“You sure? Last time we had Zack. I don’t need Callie at me again because of it” He asked again

“Then stop fucking me.” I shrugged.

“You know, I can’t”

“If you can’t handle the consequence, shut the fuck up.” I told him and I got out of the bed and covered myself to go get in the shower

When I got to the bathroom door, I dropped the sheet, “Now come fuck me in the shower.”

And just like that round 4 started…… and my recently straight hair was now curly. He’s just going to get it fixed anyway.

Giselle

When I tell you this party was extremely extravagant. It was overboard. I am ready to kill my daughter. She went over budget and I know I was pissed, but Dominic, he was on a rampage. I was glad the shit was over. So many teenagers and their parents, little kids, people touching my stomach. I was ready to slap someone.

“Who would’ve known that Giselle, is the mean one out of us.” Rosalie and Lizzie laughed

“Shut the hell up, how would you feel 8 months pregnant and strangers keep touching you. I think the twins are giving me a mean streak.” I sighed

“Hell yeah, cause when you were pregnant with Maddie, you were the sweetest person out there.” Lizzie said.

“She’s my sweetest kid to date.” I smiled thinking of Madison, she was like Angel all over again, but I got to raise her this time.

“Have you guys heard back from Katie?” Rose asked me

I rolled my eyes, even til this day, this hoe is a pain in my ass. She gets worse every time she finds out that I’m pregnant.

Last time, she tried to take me to court for child endangerment, Olivia shut that down before we even got a court date. Now, she’s trying to take Dominique away over Christmas break, knowing damn well we planned to take the kids out of the country for their month break, but she wants to be a bitch because I’m having the twins and she cant see Nique, if she’s not in the country.

“There is nothing she can do, I have parental rights over Dominique, she gave those up, she cant demand to see her more when Nique doesn’t even want to see her.”  

“She still cries?” Liv asked, popping into the conversation with Kam.

I nodded, “She hates going with An’Dreanna and she hates going to see Katie. Then Angelique doesn’t make shit better when she bullies her.”

“I don’t understand why y’all haven’t put her through a wall by now. Mani and Mari tried that shit with Zack and I almost went to Jail. Shit Xavier’s little girlfriend did too. She got stomped that day” Kam laughed.

“You’re still fucking our brother?” Lizzie asked

Kam just shrugged, “5 times before the party.” She smirked, and then started to play with her curls, thinking about it.

“That’s nasty, he’s my twin. Why don’t y’all just get back together. You have history, children and obviously can’t stay away from one another.” Rose complained

Kam shook her head, “I don’t love X like that anymore, I can stop at any time, I’m choosing not to, because I know he won’t stop it. I have to. and I don’t want to. I like having sex with him. and his girlfriend just allows that shit. So”

I rolled my eyes and got back topic “We thought she would grow out of it. She hated Mason at first, but she got over it. We thought it would be the same way. Hell Dominic, strategically put their rooms together by a bathroom, and it’s still not working.”

“They just have to figure it out for themselves, I guess.” Rose said.

“Well, it’s only going to get worse, Cause Dominic is about to put Angel on punishment for this damn party.”  

I shook my head, before anyone could talk, all you heard was yelling, and Mason came down stairs to the kitchen.

“What the hell is going on now Mason?” I asked.

“Dad told Angel she is now responsible for Domi. Her phone, laptop, all electronics are taken away, her car is taken away and the only time she can drive it is to take Domi to school and wherever she needs to go. She’s off the cheer team, and can’t even hang out with Sage. Her spring break is cancelled and she has to watch the Domi, Maddie and twins whenever, you guys want her to. Yeah, Gi ain too excited about that.” He said.

My son was so handsome, he was growing into a mini Dominic and I loved it, even if he hated it.

“You’re so handsome honey.” I said, touching his face.

He smiled, “Thank you mom.”

Just then, Angel came downstairs looking for me. “Mom!!! Daddy is being unreasonable!”

“Angelique, you torment your sister, and let’s not even get started about how outlandish this party was. He’s being nice. I would take everything away from you and make you take Dominique everywhere including her visits with her mother.”

“MOMMY!!!!” She screamed at me

I don’t know if my child lost her mind or what, but I am about to hurt her. Pregnant or not.

“Angelique, get out of my face, before I actually hurt you. You now have the responsibility of taking Dominique to seeing Katie and you know the rules!!” I stood up, being stern with her.

Angel started crying, “You know I hate that woman!!! She’s obsessed with me. I’m NOT DOING IT!”

All i heard was her yelling something she wasn’t going to do, and I went to reach for her, but Mason stopped me because he was in between us.

“ANGELIQUE!” I screamed and reached for her, I was ready to choke her out.

“MOM! You peed on me!” Mason said disgusted.

I looked down, because I didn’t feel like peeing, I gasped. My water just broke.

“DOMINIC!”

I instantly felt pain and hunched over while holding onto Mason

“Mommy, are you okay?” Angel asked, concerned

“Go get your father!!”  

Everyone started running around grabbing their own children and grabbing my bags for me.

Dominic came downstairs, wet from the shower in basketball shorts and a t-shirt. He didn���t even have on shoes.

Mason was leading me to the car, and helped me get in the car. We had Mason, Angel, and Domi trained in case I went into labor when Dominic wasn’t around and they were helping me.

D zoomed out the driveway, with our entire family following us.

“You ready!!! The twins are coming!!!” He yelled excitedly

“You did this shit to me. So shut up! I’m trying to concentrate on my breathing!” I yelled mugging his head.

Mason laughed and helped me to continue to breathe.

~ 

After 16 hours of terrible labor, the longest out of all of my children. I gave birth to the most beautiful babies ever.

Dylan Zane Micah Boudreaux Cartier  and Dorian Zacharyah Major Boudreaux Cartier.

Micah and Major for short.

Dominic and I watched in the bed, as Angel held Micah with Maddie and Mason held Major with Dominique, and I couldn’t be happier at this moment.

I have waited my whole life for this.

“So, would you reconsider having-“ He said cheesing from ear to ear

“NO MORE KIDS MAURICE.” I frowned

He laughed and kissed my forehead

“Thank you so much, I am forever grateful for you. I love you.” He whispered to me

“I love you too.”

And we held each other until we both fell asleep.

~THE END~

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Neither Snow, Nor Rain, Nor...

Written for my DL server Bingo Card prompt: Delivery Person AU. 

Tbh, struggled with this one. But I think this little thing is decently cute and silly!

The lads take up helping John deliver parts for an electrical supplies shop he works at, to bring in extra money for them all as a band (and also to survive in general, with money being tight.) 

That’s easy. You take the package, deliver it to the person, done! Can’t be messed up, right? 

Right?

My love to all who read/like/reblog!

“Long story short, it’s a really easy gig, we can all take turns at it, and they’ll pay us decently for each delivery we make,” John said. “So long as we’re careful and the various bits and bobs get where they need to be safely. I mean, it’s electrical components and things like that, so it isn’t that they aren’t sturdy, but all the same, we don’t want to roughhouse with them.” 

“You like this job, right?” Roger asked.

John nodded. 

“Yet you’re telling us about the opportunity to join you in doing it,” Roger continued. 

John nodded again. “Your point?” 

“I ask because I feel like if you enjoy the job...you wouldn’t want to introduce us to it...” Roger said. 

“I trust you all to do your best,” John said. “Also, unrelated, don’t check the shared bank account if you don’t want to be incredibly depressed.” 

“We’ve got enough for the week at least,” Brian said. 

John shook his head very, very, slowly. 

“...So when can we start helping move their deliveries?” Brian asked brightly.

“Now,” John replied, and starting handing out boxes. “We’re behind at the shop, by nearly a week. If we weren’t, I wouldn’t have been allowed to bring these home to be delivered, but the owner doesn’t care right now so long as they get to the right people and places.” 

“It’s nearly four in the afternoon,” Freddie said. “Surely that’s too late?” 

“Doesn’t matter,” John said curtly. “If people don’t like it, too bad.” 

“And if they complain to us and want an explanation?” Freddie asked. 

John shrugged. “Say sorry, hand the package over, and move on.” 

“That’s...I don’t think that will work,” Freddie said. 

“Done it before, they’ve all come back in for more parts,” John said. “Don’t waste time giving them extra words to argue over. Apologize politely, hand it over, walk away.” 

“It’s all been paid for in advance, right?” Brian asked. 

John nodded. “Literally, just hand them the package and go.” 

Roger raised his hand.

“No, you cannot toss it to them,” John said. “Or to their door. Set everything down nicely, please.” 

Roger put his hand down. 

“I’ve got maps,” John said, and handed them out. “I couldn’t have made this any easier for you.” 

---

“Couldn’t have made this any harder,” Roger scoffed. The borrowed messenger bag full of parcels bashed into his hip with every step, as he plodded down the sidewalk with the map open. “Why not give us routes all in a straight line? On to one block, then back to another, then over again...honestly, Deaky...” 

“Why do you have all those?” 

He jumped a foot at the tiny voice by his side. “Who the fuck?” 

“Hello!” 

The kid was all of maybe six, a little boy with a lolly in hand...held by the candy itself, not the stick. “Why do you have so many boxes?” 

“It’s for a job,” Roger replied. “I’ve got to go now.” 

“Is it a good job?” 

“Jobs are just...jobs,” Roger sighed, keeping on down the pavement, the kid beside him, little legs jogging slightly to keep up. “You’ll understand when you’re older. Where’s your mum anyway?” 

“Somewhere,” the kid shrugged. “Like everybody else.” 

“And what does that mean?” Roger laughed. 

The kid shrugged again. “Can I have one of ‘em?” 

“No, they’re for the people I’m delivering to,” Roger said, and shifted the bag to his other hip, away from the kid. 

“You seem mean,” the kid frowned. “My mummy says mean people end up all alone.” 

“You should tell your mummy it takes one to know one,” Roger muttered. “Why don’t you head home?” 

The kid reached for his bag, and he swerved away wordlessly. 

But the kid tried again, dropping their candy to the ground and reaching with both hands. 

“It isn’t even anything interesting!” Roger shouted. “It’s electrical bits and what not. Nothing for kids!” 

“I don’t care,” the kid said simply, as if it should have been evident from the start. 

“Well, I don’t care that you don’t care!” Roger cried, swerving again away from the kid’s grasping hands. “Stop it!” 

He took off down the sidewalk, the kid on his heels, and swore under his breath. 

How much money could this hassle really be worth?

---

“Erm,” Brian was squirming inside, uncomfortable with the whole situation. “It’s already been paid for, or so I was told.” 

“Mold?!” the bent-over, elderly man in front of him shouted. “No, we’re free of that scourge.” 

“Oh lord,” Brian muttered under his breath. “No...I mean you can take your money back.” 

He held out the bills for the old man, who stared at him. 

“You already paid for the parts,” Brian said loudly, slowly. 

“I what?” 

“You don’t have to give me money!” Brian tried again, desperately, pushing the money towards him. 

“Young man, that’s how selling things works! I’ve got the parts, so you get money! Don’t let your boss man hear you trying to give things away for free!” 

“No!” Brian groaned, frustrated. “Please take your money back!” 

“Slack?” the old man tilted his head. “I don’t think you’re slacking off; I didn’t say that!” 

“I know!” Brian said. “I didn’t say you did!” 

“Then what did you say?!” 

“Take your money back!!” 

“A snack? Well, that’s your own problem whenever your lunch is, young man! You can’t just ask people for food like that!” 

Brian sighed, and checked his watch. It was the first house he had stopped at, and he had now been there for twenty minutes. The end of the delivery was not in sight. 

He took a deep breath. “Sir, you already paid for the parts...” 

---

“Hello!” he said cheerfully as a new tail wound itself around his legs, a tiny head butting against him. 

He wasn’t sure if John had given him a route with cats all over it on purpose, or if it was a happy coincidence, but either way, it was lovely. 

Freddie had a small army of cats following him from house to house now as he dropped each package off. The people he delivered to were delighted by it, and he was pleased as punch to have company. 

He reached the end of the block, and looked to the cats at his feet. “Now, I’m going to the next few blocks over. I’d imagine that’s a good way from home for all of you, so back you go, darlings!” 

The cats stared up at him. 

He frowned, and took a step forward. 

The cats followed. 

“No, you lot need to stay near your homes,” he tried again. He knew cats tended to wander, but these had all emerged from backyards and door ways as he’d passed, so he knew where they each belonged. 

He took another step, and half of the cats mewed angrily. 

“Oh...” he sighed. “Would you like me to deliver you all home as well?” 

The combined purring was ridiculously loud, and louder still as he picked one of them up, the one that had last joined their crew. 

“Alright. Now, you belonged to that yard with the little girl in it, and she’ll be happy to see you, won’t she? So let’s get you home...” 

---

“Thanks,” John said as the door slammed in his face. 

He was used to that. It was an equal balance of normal folks making repairs to their homes, and odder ones who seemed a bit reclusive and/or like they were building something weird with all the parts he delivered. A day without a door slammed in his face after he handed over a package was a day that simply did not exist. 

He fumbled in the messenger bag for the next package, but came up empty. 

“I hope they keep up with this,” he murmured to himself as he started for Roger’s assigned set of blocks. “I’m done faster, and by now, they must be too! We’ll never be behind on deliveries again.” 

“You are terrible!” Roger’s voice carried over the next street, and John raced towards it. 

There, in the center of the street, stood Roger, arguing with a child. 

“I do not like to say that about a kid!” Roger continued. “But you are so mean! Do you treat your friends like this at school?” 

“My mummy says-” 

“Oh my god, your mummy can stuff her opinion up her fat fanny!” 

“Roger!” John called out. “What the fuck?” 

“This little shit!” Roger pointed to the kid, who smiled, showing off missing front teeth. 

“Did you get anything delivered?” 

“A few,” Roger replied desperately. “I’ve been trying! This fucker tries to snatch every package as I hand them over to people! And worse yet, people think he’s mine! Or a little brother, or something! It’s horrible!” 

“I’m only trying to help,” the kid said, lower lip stuck out. 

“Oh you are the worst,” Roger seethed. 

“Enough,” John sighed. “You go on home.” 

“M’kay!” the kid said cheerfully, and trotted back the way he’d came. 

Roger did a double take. “You’ve got to be joking. He wouldn’t listen to me at all; I begged him to go home!” 

“How much have you got left?” John asked. 

“Four,” Roger muttered. 

John nodded. “Not bad. You know, you can’t acknowledge Thomas like that, or he’ll follow you all the way back home. His mum gets distracted with his siblings, and I think he gets bored.”

“You know that tiny devil?!” Roger asked, aghast. 

“Attended his birthday party last year,” John smiled. “At his request. Mum said I made his day, doing that.” 

“I...” Roger sighed deeply. “I should get to delivering these.” 

“We’ll get them done on the way to Brian,” John said, and took the lead as they found the last four houses on Roger’s route. 

As they left the last house, they could hear Brian, shouting hoarsely. 

“Sir, please, take the fucking money!” 

He was knelt in front of a closed front door, knocking on it rapidly. 

“Oh no,” John winced. “You didn’t go to Melvin first, did you?” 

“Who?” Brian croaked as he turned around and stood. 

John nodded to the front door. “Melvin. Deaf as can be, with dementia or something to boot.” 

“Yes,” Brian said slowly. “Yes, he was my first delivery.” 

“Ah, rookie mistake,” John laughed. “But my fault, I didn’t think to warn you. We’ll help you get the rest taken care of, and now you know for next time.” 

“He paid me!” Brian scoffed, showing John the bills in his hand. 

“Yeah, like I said, his memory comes and goes. We just hang onto whatever money he gives us when we deliver to him, and his daughter comes by to collect it at the end of every week. Usually lets us keep a bit, to get a treat for everyone at the shop that day.” 

Brian looked ready to cry, and handed the money over to John as Roger trotted to him and led him to the sidewalk. 

“If it makes you feel better, I met a fucking gremlin on my route,” he said. 

“Thomas isn’t a gremlin,” John chuckled. “He’s six, and he gets bored easily, and thinks any adult wandering about during the day on their own are very cool.” 

“He’s a gremlin,” Roger hissed as they followed John to the next house on Brian’s route. 

“I’ll take your word for it,” Brian said. 

Ten houses later, Brian had no more packages, and they were on to Freddie’s route. 

“Wonder if Freddie had it any better,” John mused happily. “Since you two had such a rough go of it.” 

“Now, where is your home?” Freddie’s voice drifted towards them, and he nearly crashed into them, his eyes on the cat he was talking to, held in his arms. “How come we haven’t been able to find your home?” 

The cat meowed, and he moved past them, not even hearing their laughter as they stopped and watched him go. 

“Fred!” John called out. “Where are you going?” 

Freddie turned rapidly. “Oh! When did you lot get here?” 

“You just nearly ran into us, and walked past us,” Roger replied. “Who is that?” 

“I don’t know,” Freddie said sadly. “I’ve got all the cats that followed me round my route home, except for this one. And I can’t recall when he joined up.” 

“Did you get them all delivered?” John asked, gesturing to the messenger bag Freddie wore. 

He nodded. “But this little one was along for all of the deliveries, every block. No one knows him! I can’t believe it.” 

“Well, maybe if you set him down, he’ll find his way,” Brian said, though he didn’t look convinced of his own words. 

“No,” Freddie said. “He just follows me then.” 

As proof, he set the cat down, and rushed over to them. 

The cat followed, meowing excitedly at the chase, and purring as Freddie picked him up again. 

“There are a few strays,” John said. “On this route. Possible he’s one of those. And even if he isn’t, I’m sure we could run up some posters about a missing cat, and until we find an owner-” 

“Oh, I’ve got a spot already picked out for a bed for you,” Freddie interrupted, snuggling the cat close, who somehow purred even louder. “And we’ll get you toys and a blanket of your own so you can cuddle whenever I’m not home, and-” 

“And Freddie is going to spoil you silly,” Roger interrupted with a smile. 

“Yes, yes I am,” Freddie agreed. “He was a very good delivery cat. It’s the least I can do for him!” 

“Maybe he can come with on the next one too?” John asked. 

“...You want us to do this again?” Roger asked, clearly puzzled. 

“Yeah, if you’d like to,” John replied. “We’ll all get paid for it, and you did fine for your first time. Why not keep it up?” 

“You consider this good?” Brian chuckled. “Roger fought a child-” 

“He started it,” Roger grumbled. 

“Freddie became a cat father on accident-” 

“Happy accident,” Freddie interrupted, giving the cat a soft kiss. 

“And I...well,” Brian sighed. 

“Yeah,” John said. “Usually the delivery people end up stealing shit, and never actually deliver anything. I’m the only one that hasn’t been fired yet; that’s why the owner trusted me to bring in new people for this. None of you do any electrical work as a hobby, so you won’t steal anything, and at worst...well, what happened today would happen, and that’s really not bad at all.” 

“So...more tomorrow?” Roger asked. 

John nodded. “If you lot are up for it; there’ll be more to pick up and deliver.” 

“Are we proper delivery people now?” Brian pondered. 

“Not yet,” John replied. “Not until you meet the dog on route seven, and see if you can outrun him.” 

“That’s not funny,” Freddie laughed. “Trying to psych us out like that.” 

“Yeah, really,” Roger chuckled. 

“Honestly,” Brian shook his head. 

John didn’t laugh, and they spent the rest of the walk back home hoping beyond hope they wouldn’t get assigned route seven the next day. 

John spent it quiet, having a private giggle inside with the knowledge of the existing routes one through six written down in the notepad in his bag. He meant no harm, but it would keep them from getting overconfident. 

Plus, he couldn’t guarantee something like that wouldn’t happen on any of the actual routes. But for their sake, his sake, and the sake of the shop, he hoped it wouldn’t. 

He didn’t want to go back to doing the deliveries alone, not when having his friends with made it that much more exciting. 

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Fic Update! Wide River to Cross: Ch. 19

Author’s Note: Back for more. I promised a return to Lisa’s POV this time, and I have done so—sort of. I’ve split the story this time: first half is about Jack; second half is about Lisa. (It’s the first time I’ve brought both of their stories into the same chapter. Make of that what you will.)

Anyway, this is another “headcanon running wild” chapter for me, as I address one tiny detail I feel the writers ignored in the series, that of Lisa's on-line dating profile. Like, what was up with that, anyway? This chapter seeks to explain that one.

Finally, I don’t know (or can’t remember) what Jack’s feelings are towards golf. If what I’ve written contradicts known details that might have been mentioned in an episode throughout the show’s eleven-year history, I apologize.

Chapter 19: Opposites Attract

After spending another three days of utter boredom in his motel room, Jack finally forced himself to make a phone call.

Henry, the snowbird from Calgary, happily reiterated that the invitation to “come see the house” still stood; Jack was welcome to come by any time. Further, Jack could stay for the remainder of his planned time in Arizona. “No sense wasting money on a motel when we have an empty guest room right here," Henry had said during the conversation.

The first evening with Henry and Annette Groves had been passed in pleasant conversation with Jack sharing more of his experiences on the horseback riding trip through the Grand Canyon. It was after ten p.m. when he excused himself for bed, explaining that the auto and airplane traffic around the motel had interrupted his sleep for too many nights.

In the morning, Jack found he was the first to wake. He’d slept like a baby in the guest room bed, free from the roar of jet engines and assorted highway traffic. Though it was not his custom to stay under the covers, Jack didn’t leave the room until he heard his hosts moving about.

At around 7:30 a.m., there was a gentle knock on the door, and a quiet call from Annette. "Jack? If you’re up, breakfast is on. See you in the kitchen.” It all felt so homey and welcoming, Jack gave himself a mental kick for putting off calling the couple for so long. What did I do to deserve meeting so many great people on this trip? he thought as he went to the bathroom to freshen up. Lisa would have liked Henry and Annette, I’m sure…

“You like golf, Jack?”

“Never picked up a club in my life, and I don’t plan to,” Jack said to Henry. He was seated in the Groves’ comfortable living room, enjoying a second cup of coffee.

“Hmm, too bad,” Henry said, disappointment evident.

“Oh, you have more than enough golfing buddies both here and in Calgary,” chimed Annette. “You don’t need to drag Jack into that infernal sport.”

“Annette hates golf, too,” Henry chuckled, sending his wife a coy look. “God knows I’ve tried to convert her over the years, but there’s no hope.”

“Who wants to chase a ball all over the place all day long in the blazing sun, into water hazards and sand traps and roughs?”

“Walking is good exercise,” Henry rejoined defensively, though Jack could tell their argument was all in fun, and was probably one they had with regularity.

“Which is why I play tennis,” Annette commented with a smug expression.

“Now who’s going on about chasing a ball all over the place in the blazing sun all day?” Henry put in, trying hard not to crack a smile. “You’ll never catch me stepping foot on those courts.”

“No comparison whatsoever,” Annette shot back. “Plus, you know there are such things as indoor courts. Jack, you’re a smart man. Tell Henry that hitting a tennis ball out-of-bounds is nowhere as ridiculous as hitting a golf ball into a swamp.”

“Uh… um, I think you have a point, there, Annette,” Jack said carefully, looking cautiously between the two, wondering if he was heading into dangerous territory.

“Aha! 15-love,” Annette declared triumphantly, using the tennis scoring term. “You’d make a great umpire, Jack.”

“Can I take a mulligan on this one?” Henry begged meekly, hiding his smirk behind a mug of coffee.

“Yes,” Annette immediately replied, “but only because I love you.”

Jack sat back for a moment, taking in his two hosts. The Groves, sitting opposite him in matching armchairs, were gazing at each other with the love of many years. Henry reached out and grasped Annette’s hand briefly before letting it go again. It was a simple gesture that spoke volumes of the affection the pair shared; a gesture Jack noticed.

Though Jack knew Henry and Annette were the same age, they were also a study in contrasts: Henry was well over six feet in height, lean, square-featured, with a head of silver hair that at one time must have been raven in color. His blue eyes could have appeared cold on another man’s face, but Henry’s were merry and warm.

Annette was on the plump side, decidedly petite as she stood barely five feet tall, had naturally blonde hair, and wore glasses that framed her beautiful hazel eyes.

“So, Jack,” Henry started to say, realising he was ignoring his guest, “if you’re not into golf, what does a fella like you get up to in his spare time?”

“Well,” Jack started, “I don’t usually have much ‘spare time’ with my cattle business, but I do enjoy fly-fishing now and again.”

Annette wrinkled her nose, but Henry positively beamed. “You don’t say!” he said with a grin. “Annette here hates fly-fishing, but I love it.”

“Hip waders make me look wider than a hippo’s rear,” Annette complained. “Plus, I hate splashing around in ice-cold rivers.”

“Sounds like you two don’t have many hobbies in common,” Jack said, again, careful to gauge the mood of his hosts, nevertheless perceiving a jesting atmosphere.

“Ah, that’s what keeps life interesting,” Henry declared. “We don’t have to like the same things to love each other, right, Dear?”

“Right,” Annette agreed with a wide smile. This time, she was the one to initiate the contact with her husband as she reached out to touch his hand. “We do have the most important things in common, and that’s our family: Our children and our grandchildren.”

Jack nodded in understanding, his thoughts flashing back to his own family, remembering he was expected back home in another ten days or so. Despite the hospitality of the Groves, though, he was becoming more convinced with every passing day he’d had enough of Arizona and its surroundings.

Maybe I’ll cut this thing short, he thought, noting the month of March was almost over. None of my loved ones are here… maybe it’s time I head back to Hudson to be with my family once again. But even as he came to this decision, the depressing fact remained that one person wouldn’t be there, and Jack knew he was mainly to blame for Lisa’s departure and continued absence.

“I didn’t think I’d ever forgive you for that stunt,” Lisa said jokingly to Rachel, as the two of them sat on the verandah of the house in Toulon. The April evening was warm; the slightest hint of a breeze rustled the grasses in the meadow across the front lawn from the sisters.

“It was a harmless prank,” Rachel commented with a guilty grin and a roll of her eyes. “As if you would have actually needed a profile on a Singles’ website to dive into the dating pool again.”

“You do know the site came under fire from multiple users, right?”

“Oh, really? How come?”

“Um, apparently, the algorithms were all screwy,” Lisa replied with a shake of her head. “People were being told their 'perfect match’ was someone who turned out to be their total opposite. They had to shut the site down for a while so they could fix the problem.”

“No kidding,” Rachel said in surprise, after taking a sip from her wine glass.

“The Hudson Times reported there were a lot of ruined dates and nasty surprises,” Lisa continued. “The site’s administrators came out with a public apology, saying if any of the users were negatively affected by their service, they were entitled to a refund. Of course, it didn’t apply to me in the slightest, since I never paid to used the service.”

“Wow, that’s crazy,” Rachel said, then shot her older sibling a mischievous, sidelong glance. “You didn’t ever, you know, check out any of your matches, anyway? I mean, after you got over your shock at finding my handiwork… Just out of curiosity?”

Lisa scoffed. “Oh, no. What for? After reading some of those horror stories in the Times, God only knows what kind of weirdos would have been my 'perfect match’!”

Rachel’s mood turned serious. “So, you’re really hoping for a reconciliation with Jack, then?” she asked as tactfully as possible. “You know, Ben still talks about the time he spent at Heartland. Says Jack was a real stand-up guy, even though he didn’t appreciate it at the time.”

“He is a real stand-up guy,” Lisa echoed wistfully. “I do wish we could have made up. I wish things would have gone differently, but…”

“Okay, enough depressing relationship talk,” Rachel stated, waving a hand as if to physically dismiss the unhappy topic. “We’re starting to sound like those clichéd women with nothing to do but complain about being single and miserable. This is really good wine, by the way.”

Lisa couldn’t help but chuckle. “Nice segue. Yes, it is good wine. It’s from the Laportes—they’re in Bandol. I’ve given them free use of my vineyard, and Denys Laporte brought a few of these bottles over the other day when he heard I was having company. It’s his way of saying 'Thank you’ for getting to harvest the grapes.”

“That’s nice of him,” Rachel commented, taking another sip of the wine, savouring it meditatively.

“And speaking of Ben…” Lisa began.

“Sends his regrets,” sighed Rachel, after swallowing. “Since he’s doing the intensive MBA program, he literally has no spare time. Sorry, sis. I know you were looking forward to seeing him again.”

“I’ll admit I’m disappointed,” Lisa said, “but I do understand. Just make him promise he’ll make it up to me when he’s not so swamped. I really wish we’d been able to spend more time together back when you sent him to stay with me; I’ve missed so much of his growing-up years.”

“Come on, Lisa,” Rachel said with a sardonic twist of her mouth, “we both know Ben was a handful when I was going through the divorce. He was resentful, moody, and an all-round difficult teenager to be around. I’d hoped his staying with you at the old homestead would… I don’t know… make him feel more grounded, I guess… at least he wouldn’t have to be in the middle of my own messy life. I dumped him on you, and in retrospect, that wasn’t fair—to either of you.”

Lisa leaned over and placed a comforting hand on her sister’s. “Oh, you’re being too hard on yourself. Divorce is never easy. We both know this. But what you went through? And to have a kid in the middle of it? I’d say both you and Ben came out of that turmoil remarkably well.”

“Thanks, Lis,” Rachel said with genuine feeling. “Hey, while we’re on the topic of divorce and family… Have you heard from Mom lately?”

“No,” Lisa answered honestly and without emotion. “I can’t remember the last time we had a conversation.”

“Hmm.” Rachel made a sound like she was disappointed. “I can’t either.”

“I could ask Aunt Evelyn if she’s heard from her the next time we chat,” Lisa offered, though she personally didn’t think that would come to anything.

“No, it’s okay,” Rachel sighed. “You answered my real question, which is that she’s been ignoring both of us equally.”

“You know she was never the same after Dad got sick,” Lisa said, trying to stay even the slightest bit positive about the state of the sisters’ relationship with their mother.

“Yeah, I know,” Rachel commented glumly. “But we both also know living on a horse ranch in Alberta wasn’t her idea of 'the good life’. She was always jealous of everything Aunt Evelyn got to do, even if she never said it. I mean, she may have loved Dad—at least in the beginning—but in the end, it wasn’t enough.”

“It should have been,” Lisa murmured. “Dad certainly never stopped loving her…”

Rachel started to say something else, but closed her lips and kept her silence. Several mute minutes passed while the Stillman sisters sat, just gazing out into the darkness of the night, draining their wine glasses. Nothing but the occasional rustle of a tree branch or the snort of one of Lisa’s nearby horses disturbed the peace.

Presently, Rachel spoke: “My goodness, it’s so peaceful out here. I’m really glad I came.”

“I’m glad you came, too,” Lisa said, then lifted the half-empty bottle of wine they’d been sharing. “More wine?”

“Yes, please!”

“Here’s to… good wine and peaceful times,” Lisa said, raising her glass in a toast.

“Hear, hear,” Rachel said, clinking her glass with Lisa’s.

Chapter 20: The Waiting Game

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I don't feel like picking questions so just use a randomizer or something to get like ten-fifteenish questions per ship, kthx. Ticole, Skyuuya, Cafe OT3, NiNick, Mirai/Fallon, Chrobin, VanAqua

Thank my birthday weekend, this shouldn’t have taken that long.

Ticole:

2. Who is the big spoon/ Who is the little spoon?

Even though Tip isn’t too big, Nicole’s so tiny she really wouldn’t be able to be anything else but the little spoon, not that she complains about it.

5. Who usually has nightmares?

While they both probably have them, Tip experiences them with alarming frequency I can easily imagine, especially post SE. Nicole very often is spending time up late consoling him.

9. Who makes the coffee (or tea)?

Tip’s a god in the kitchen, I’d imagine this stuff is made by him too. owo

18. Who is a cat person/ Who is a dog person?

They’re both cat people, I guess Tip would be more of a dog person than Nicole considering she’s kinda terrified of them, but he’s still a cat person in the end.

22. Who goes all out for Valentine’s Day?

So for their first Valentine’s Day Tip has never heard of the holiday so of course Nicole ropes in Ian to help her and she makes Valentine’s Day this really nice fanfare and goes all out...

Tip then decides that every Valentine’s Day needs to be that insanely fun and goes all out on it to make it the best Valentine’s Day for Nicole ever. It’s probably adorable.

31. Who is more affectionate?

Definitely Tip, it’s not that Nicole’s not affectionate, I just see Tip as that ridiculously affectionate puppy type character who follows Nicole around being adorable.

32. Who likes to have really long (deep) conversation?

Sleep drunk Nicole wakes up Tip and starts bugging him about stupidly deep stuff while the boy is half asleep and all she wants to do is start cuddling him while rambling about this stuff.

When they get older, the conversations start getting more realistic deep stuff and happen a lot less sleep drunk, but Nicole still brings them up.

34. Who would wear “if lost return to…” t-shirt/ Who would wear “I am…” t-shirt?

“If lost return to Nicole.” “I am Nicole.”

38. Who likes to star gaze?

I really like the idea of the two of them just going out and looking at the stars and being adorable together over it. So both of them.

48. Who loses stuff?

Neither tbh, they’re both really good about keeping track of things.

Skyuuya:

1. Who is the early bird/ Who is the night owl?

Sky functions as both, but prefers the day a lot of times. I see Yuuya very much as a night owl who can function during the day tbh.

4. Who wakes the other one up with kisses?

Sky purposefully pretends to be asleep even though she normally gets up at the crack of dawn just so she can wake up to a few kisses from Yuuya.

8. Who sleeps in their underwear (or naked)/ Who sleeps in their pajamas?

Both are in pajamas most of the time, I can very easily see Yuuya as the type of person to fall asleep in his underwear a few times though without thinking about it.

16. Who is scared of thunderstorms?

Sky gets uncomfortable in them, but only if they don’t have a very sturdy shelter around them, otherwise it’s probably neither of them.

21. Who has an obsession (over anything)?

Do obsessions over younger siblings count because these overprotective siblings are both obsessed with their younger sibling’s happiness. owo’

27. Who takes a long shower/ Who sings in the shower?

I don’t think either of them would sing in the shower, and while Sky would certainly like to take a long shower, the life they lead basically forces the two into taking showers as quickly as possible. Never know when despair might be ready to fuck you over. 

28. Who is the book worm?

Both, but especially Sky, she’s super into reading and could spend literally hours pouring over a book.

34. Who would wear “if lost return to…” t-shirt/ Who would wear “I am…” t-shirt?

“If lost return to Sky.” “I am Sky” They both know who the more responsible one is. XD

37. Height difference or age difference?

I think they’re around the same age as each other. As for height differences Yuuya’s taller than Sky for sure.

43. Who wins the stuffed animals at the carnival for the other one?

Sky wins the stuffed animals for herself, Yuuya tries to do it, and he probably could if she’d let him, but she’s too determined and also too good so really in most cases she just does it for herself.

Cafe OT3:

5. Who usually has nightmares?

Kat has them more frequently when her anxieties get the better of her, particularly when it comes to her near “failures” during the adventure.

...Chris has them so much worse though, especially after coming back to life.

6. Who would have really deep emotional thoughts at the middle of the night/ Who would have them in the middle of the day? 

...Don’t let Kat get sleep drunk. Just don’t. It’s a horrible idea, she’ll get super deep and rambly over everything.

7. Who sweats the small stuff?

...Well gee, I wonder when this OT3 has miss anxiety in it.

20. Who is dominant/ Who is submissive?

Dorothy’s most dominant, Kat’s most submissive because she pretty much goes along with everything. Chris falls in the middle.

24. Who is the talker/ Who is the listener?

Chris is great for listening to both his girlfriends when they tend to be having problems, I mean he’s not always great at solutions, but he likes listening to them talk and/or letting them vent when they need it.

26. Who likes to eat healthy/ Who loves junk food?

I genuinely see Chris with a candy obsession worse than my own. Dorothy’s probably the healthiest eater of the trio.

35. Who goes overboard on the holidays?

I’d imagine Kat and Dorothy both do when it comes to showing Chris the holidays, but Kat’s an Apprentice, it’s in her blood to go overboard on the holidays.

36. Who is the social media addict?

The closest any of them get is Kat runs a music youtube/vlogging channel.

41. Who cries during sad movies?

Chris is just flat out in tears over it, and Kat’s blubbering herself while trying to console him. They both need Dorothy to calm the two of them down during the sad scenes.

Kat gets extra emotional though if it’s a Disney movie. Especially the scene in Bambi where Bambi loses his mom.

42. Who is the neat freak?

I feel like Kat and Dorothy take equal responsibility over this. Probably a bit more towards Dorothy than Kat though.

NiNick:

6. Who would have really deep emotional thoughts at the middle of the night/ Who would have them in the middle of the day?

As somebody who has a difficult time being up in the morning at a reasonable time, Nina often gets deep emotional sleep drunk during the day, Nick has the reverse problem at night.

11. Who likes horror movies/ Who likes romance movies?

They’re both up for a good romance movie 95% of the time, but sometimes Nick will put in a horror movie just because when Nina gets scared she’ll choose to cuddle him. Good way to get cuddles after all.

12. Who is smol/ Who is tol?

Nina is smol, Nick is tol. XD

21. Who has an obsession (over anything)?

Nina has a Disney obsession worse than mine and that is saying something...I’d imagine both of them might also have a tiny sex obsession, just a small one. owo’

26. Who likes to eat healthy/ Who loves junk food?

Nick probably tries to convince Nina to eat healthily...key word here being tries. He doesn’t do a very good job of succeeding though.

31. Who is more affectionate?

Is both a fair answer? I mean I guess Nina’s a bit more so since she’s an affectionate little kitty, but I could really see it going either way.

32. Who likes to have really long (deep) conversation?

I had to give this one a lot of thought, but in the end I’m definitely gonna go with Nina probably bringing it up since she has the capacity to take things more seriously than he does.

35. Who goes overboard on the holidays?

Both, Nina goes more overboard though, I think. XD

37. Height difference or age difference?

...Height difference, Nick is like a foot taller than Nina.

44. Who is active/ Who is lazy? 

Once Nina is awake, she is literally the most active person on the face of the planet and even Nick, who is not lazy, can’t keep up with her. Before she actually wakes up however...she won’t move from the bed. She literally has to be carried out of bed half the time if she doesn’t have a definitive reason to move.

Mirai/Fallon:

1. Who is the early bird/ Who is the night owl?

Mirai’s up bright and early a lot of the time, Fallon stays up wait working on some kind of experiment and is only up early if she has to, and has coffee.

2. Who is the big spoon/ Who is the little spoon?

Fallon big spoon, Mirai little spoon. :3

5. Who usually has nightmares?

Believe it or not, I give this one to Fallon. Mirai had a pretty okay childhood besides some bullying issues, and since she tries not to dwell on it, it doesn’t affect her psyche and while maybe post ST she experiences some pretty severe ones, overall the girl makes it out okay on the nightmare front.

I feel like Fallon, on the otherhand, has nightmares that would be terrifying to her and her alone. 

11. Who likes horror movies/ Who likes romance movies?

Mirai’s a little romantic at heart and would love to watch romance. Fallon likes horror, but never puts them on because they scare poor Mirai. ;w;

13. Who is considered the scaredy cat?

This is literally Mirai the poor girl is probably scared of her own shadow sometimes.

16. Who is scared of thunderstorms?

Mirai hates the noise, but loves the rain, so she’ll often end up scared, but watching the rain fall down to calm herself.

34. Who would wear “if lost return to…” t-shirt/ Who would wear “I am…” t-shirt?

Of course the randomizer spits it out for a ship I don’t see being as likely to do it.

Fallon probably does it if Mirai begs enough, so...

“If lost return to Fallon.” “I am Fallon.”

40. Who is the fun parent/ Who is the responsible parent?

Fallon shouldn’t be a parent imo, but I guess it really depends on your definition of fun. If you want experiments with the dead you’ll probably find her more fun than Mirai.

41. Who cries during sad movies?

Mirai. XD

48. Who loses stuff?

Mirai accidentally misplaces things from time to time, but Fallon’s probably the one who’s more likely to get engrossed in something and lose something.

Chrobin:

5. Who usually has nightmares?

I’M ALL FOR ROBIN HAVING A SHIT TON OF NIGHTMARES POST GRIMA OKAY. They’re just so scared of being possessed again and even though Chrom tells them it’s okay they keep having dreams where they killed Chrom again and again and again and they can never escape them.

6. Who would have really deep emotional thoughts at the middle of the night/ Who would have them in the middle of the day? 

Chrom gets super deep and rambly and sleep drunk in the middle of the night and Robin is just like “Chrom shut up go to sleep.”

These deep sleep drunk comments are of course mixed in with things like “I’m Naga and you’re Grima so that means when we’re together both the dragons are having sex right?” but you know he does have them sometimes.

20. Who is dominant/ Who is submissive?

Robin’s dominant, Chrom is submissive.

23. Who asks who out on the first date?

Well since Chrom proposes in game he probably asks Robin out first because they would never actually confess to him because of the difference in status.

25. Who wears the other ones clothes?

Robin lends Chrom their cloak all the time because he refuses to dress warmly so he’s just out in the cold with one arm exposed and so Robin just throws it at him like “You’re going to freeze otherwise.”

30. Who likes long walks on the beach?

Chrom, he uses them to make new memories for Robin.

34. Who would wear “if lost return to…” t-shirt/ Who would wear “I am…” t-shirt?

“If lost return to Robin.” “I am Robin.” Lissa sees them in these shirts once, bursts out laughing, and literally never lets Chrom live it down for the rest of his life.

43. Who wins the stuffed animals at the carnival for the other one?

Chrom tries to win them for Robin, but can literally never do it for them so they end up having to win the stuffed animals for themself, and then for Chrom later when he sees one he wants and still can’t win the carnival game.

44. Who is active/ Who is lazy?

Robin is always doing something, Chrom has to convince them to take a break pretty much. Chrom is a lot more laid back, so he’s got a bit more of a lazy streak,  but he’s still pretty active.

48. Who loses stuff?

You’d think Chrom would be the worst offender of this and admittedly he’s pretty bad but no, Robin is so much worse about this because they just get their nose stuck in some strategy book and then just epically fail at keeping track of shit.

VanAqua:

1. Who is the early bird/ Who is the night owl?

Aqua’s very used to getting up early due to training since Eraqus always started training early, Vanitas very much loves the night.

5. Who usually has nightmares?

Both do. Aqua has a lot of nightmares after her time in the realm of darkness and Vanitas...he has like a billion and one from his time with Xehanort when the old man abused him.

19. Who loves to call the other one cute names?

Aqua takes to calling him “Van” or “Vani” a lot of times as a way to shorten his name, but for the most part neither one of them really uses any cute nicknames.

31. Who is more affectionate?

Aqua starts off as more affectionate but the truth is Vanitas is very starved for affection so once he starts getting it and figuring out what it is he starts giving it to anybody who gives him affection very, very frequently, and that includes Aqua.

33. Who would wear “not guilty” t-shirt/ Who would wear “sin” t-shirt?

Vanitas 110% wears sin, Aqua only puts on the not guilty t-shirt after he begs her to do it because he finds it funny. She gets her revenge with the “If lost return to...” and “I’m...” shirts. XD

38. Who likes to star gaze?

Aqua, she had to convince Vanitas to go out and look at the stars with her the first time they did it.

43. Who wins the stuffed animals at the carnival for the other one?

...Listen I’m not saying Vanitas takes a love of stuffed animals from Ven, but Vanitas gains a love of stuffed animals from Ven, so he bugs Aqua about winning it for him.

47. Who has the more complex coffee order? 

So while Vanitas is super picky about his coffee to begin with and probably would’ve only drank it this way anyways, he purposefully picks the most complex coffee drink in the world, meanwhile Aqua’s just like basic cream and some sugar person. 

He also purposefully does this and makes his orders worse if we’re dealing with a coffee shop AU and Aqua’s a barista.

49. Who is the driver/ Who is the passenger?

Vanitas tries to take the wheel but Aqua will literally refuse to let him drive because he’s kinda really bad at it, so she’s the driver most of the time.

50. Who is the hopeless romantic?

Aqua’s such a hopeless romantic, Vanitas wants to shake her view of this but really he fails and she probably does a much better job of convincing him of her own romantic view points.

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Dream #103

Yesterday’s dream was one of those that I forgot easily, as they were swift endings, but today it was one of those endless nightmares that loop over and over until the brain finally lets up. It included all the characters that have made up all the dreams, maybe they were people I saw on the street, maybe I saw them at work. The faces never shift, they never change to another stranger, always the same. I don’t know these people, maybe someone will read this and they will have answers on who these people are. Maybe they are a mass hallucination and I am not the only one who sees them, who is haunted by their screams and their deaths.

The one I see the most is a lanky child, his dark eyes hidden behind glasses that make Steve Urkel’s seem small. Freckles cover his cheeks in the same way that paint splatters on a canvas, and his limbs are absolutely covered in them as well. His front teeth are overlapping and a big as a pair of quarters. His voice is loud even in the distorted state that I usually hear in those dreams. I don’t know him, but he looks at me like I was everything he has ever known, and for some reason that makes my heart beat like a raging drum. I don’t know why he sends buzzing wasps through my stomach, and I hate that he makes my skin crawl. I don’t think I like him very much. I call him Frankie.

Another tall and scrawny boy is next on the list. His eyes always feel like a wildfire, they are bright and intoxicating in a way. I think I love him, but it’s the type of love that blooms in sibling relationships. He has shaggy hair that sits in the wrong places of his head, and his hands are always shaky when I find him sitting somewhere. His eyes are always haunted by something, and I know what it is in those dreams because I pity him, and I wish I still knew now. I can remember the way he shook in a dark cavern, as he held something bright yellow. I call him Scout.

There is only one girl of the group, and she was as bright as star. It was like her soul was a fire that never ceased to burn out, and I think I loved her. Maybe I did, maybe I just admire her strength; her bravery. Her eyes are similar to those of Scout, they are lethal weapons that can take you down with your own weaknesses that only she spotted. She is also sad, hurt, and I think it has something to do with the bruises I saw on her thighs when her shorts rode up that one summer day. If that summer day existed at all, I don’t know anymore. I call her Judith.

The next is a taller boy, he is the metaphorical black sheep of the group, and maybe the literal one as well. I say that because he is black, and everyone else in these dreams are a pale white that seems to burn his eyes. This boy is nice to look at, besides his kind eyes and his dimpled smile. His gaze is always kind, one that understands your pain and will try to sooth it over while ignoring his own struggles. He was a welcoming presence, and I hate whenever I see him get hurt. I call him Lance.

A shorter boy usually follows both Scout and Lance like a lost puppy, and I think he is the shortest kid that I’ve ever seen in my life. He barely beats five foot, and his limbs are like bird legs. He is quick to freak out, quick to scream, quick to try and run. I still think he is brave, despite this. I’ve seen him get up countless times no matter how many times he is beaten down by something unseen. His voice is loud and deafening in the quiet, everyone looks to him and tries to calm him. Sometimes I feel jealous of the attention he received. I call him Danny.

The last one is another boy, but he isn’t as strung along. He is different in how he looks from the rest, as the others were scrawny while he looks, I will say “well-fed”. It was never an issue that he was different in that way, and he made up for it in his kindness and his smiles. He was also in love with Judith, but he never realized that she loved him back. We saved him once from a monster, well, not a different being, the human kind of monster. I call him Liam.

I think I see these kids as adults, or some thought of them as adults. They still call out to me, they still get hurt, but they aren’t children anymore. I don’t see those older versions in any other situation as I see the children, because I see the kids smiles and laughs and they crawl over me and tell me a secret in confidence and they tell me that I am the best person they know.

In this dream, in those dreams, I always know that it’s not true. I am not a good person, I have never been a good person. I am a disgusting person, I’m a liar, I’m a bad friend. I hate myself so much that after those stupid fake thoughts in my head I can’t look at myself in the mirror, I can’t hold myself that way I usually do. I like who I am, I’m smart, I can be charming when I have to, I can do anything I put my mind to, but I can’t shake off these delusions, these false thoughts that are being put into my head. That person in those dreams wants to die, but I don’t want to.

There was an old house that we walked into, that I saw in that dream. I didn’t want to step inside then, I stood on the porch and had to be dragged in by both Scout and Frankie. They told me I‘m a pussy, but I think there was something else Frankie wanted to say. He hovered over me as we walk through the house, they all have flashlights like we planned this, maybe we did. I just don’t remember it.

I am missing a lot of information in these dreams, a lot of things that I know them but do not remember when I wake up. I don’t think I want to remember, even if there is anything to remember, which I don’t think there is. I just think that it’s the type of remembrance that only happens in dreams, the type that tells you there is something else but there isn’t anything because it’s something your brain concocted and not actual memories that I supposedly suppressed. I remember my childhood, I know that I was sickly and weak and that these people are not real.

We walk farther into the house, we walk into it like we are going to die in there.

The front door shuts behind us and I know then that none of us did it. The door separating me, Scout, Frankie, and Lance from Judith, Danny and Liam closes and that’s when I realize we walked into a haunted house. I try to grip both Frankie and Scout’s hands but Scout separates. He and Lance head towards the door and start to bang on it, their shouts intertwining with the others trapped in what looked to be a decrypt kitchen. Me and Frankie walk slowly down the hallway, and that’s when I realized our mistake. The loud voices of our friends were gone.

I turn my head to look back down the hallway and they are gone, like all of our friends just walked out and left us. I go to tell Frankie but he is taken with the wind. I am alone in a hallway that smells of mold and has peeling wallpaper, dust covering every surface. It’s quiet, so fucking quiet, so I try to take a step, try to move but then a door creaks open behind me. I lose all sense of survival instinct and inch forward towards the doorway, in hopes that it leads to my “friends” so that we can leave, so that we can get out of this destitute hole of depravity.

The floor squishes as I step, and I look down, and I see a heart. I look up and there Frankie is, laying on a table, his chest opened and his mouth sewn shut. My heart starts beating like a rabbits in face of a predator, it rum-pum-pum-pums loudly in my ears and I am sure that I will end up just the same as him the longer I stay. I try to turn away and walk down the hallway, but now it’s changed. The hallway is an endless and narrow thing, and it is lined with doors. I don’t want to walk forward, but a door swings open and I can see the front door at the end of it all. 

I walk forwards, and that’s when I peak my head into the new room and I see Scout, he’s drowning in a tub of water with a gun in his hand. His brother is standing in front of the tub, his hands are on the edges, and he’s watching as he dies. Scout’s brother has been dead for a year then, and I knew that. The brother looked at me, and that’s when I realized, he has maggots in his face, holes littering his cheeks, and his eyes were held on by the cord. He smiled.

I tried to slam the door shut as he ran at me, and I was able to. His meaty firsts were hitting against the door, begging for me to let him out, that I’m next, that Scout was a killer. I don’t believe him.

The next room opens in front of me, and I don’t want to step any further, but I have to. The door is at the end, and I must reach it.

Judith is in the next one, and she is pinned down by a man absolutely covered in blood. Her hair is the only thing I can see from under him, because it’s on fire. The flames lick the man’s face and I realized that he was not being burned. The man looks at me and I don’t want to repeat the words he said to me. They were vile, they fill my very being with disgust, and I’m ashamed that I ran away from her.

Liam is after, and he is shrouded in mummy wrappings. I don’t know why, but I can’t step forward to help him, there are landmines set up around him, I don’t know why I know that’s what they are, because they looked like eggs.

Lance’s is the most normal, because it’s just him. He was on a chair next to a desk, waiting, and waiting. He grows old as I watch him, as I stand in the doorway. He gets taller and his hair becomes peppered with gray spots. He stares down at the desk until I watch him wilt completely. I wanted to reach out to him, to tell him that I was there for him, but he wouldn’t have been able to hear me. I told him I’d come back for him, but I didn’t, I was too much of a coward to go back.

Danny is last, and he is strapped to a chair, his arm covered in bandages, and I see his mother surrounding him. Her shrill voice is in the air, telling him that he is not to listen to anybody but her, and she forces something down his throat. His eyes meet mine and they are pleading for me to help him escape, and I want to, but that’s when she notices my presence. She starts to scream, flailing her arms in every direction, and I run away from the door.

I continue down the hallway, hoping that none of the doors open again, that I can escape from this hell, but all of the doors open in front of me. I can hear their screams, I can hear the laughter, I can feel the loneliness and the fear and the pain. I try to run, to leave all of this behind, but I can’t. I reach the front door, the mirages of these friends following behind me, and then I swing open the door. I see myself on the other side, and I was mutilated beyond recognition and that’s when I screamed. My eyes shooting open and I realized that I was not that child, I was not that me anymore.

I don’t know if I want to sleep anymore.