#argue with ya momma

[idyllking]

Wenclay Tingz: Peircings Edition

Majority of Wednesday's piercings she does herself (Her ears were pierced as a baby)

Bianca has no immediately visible piercings (aside from three in each ear. the tragus doesn't get noticed for the most part)

After they start dating Bianca let's Wednesday repierce her tongue (She took the bar out and it healed before she realized)

Wednesday's piercings include: Bridge, Septum, Two Helix's, a singular lobe, and a Daith she did to help with her Migraines.

Bianca's include: Tongue, Nips, Naval, a Tragus, and the Three lobes.

Bianca let's Wednesday practice piercings on her and ends up with an eyebrow piercing and snake bites (she keeps neither despite Wednesday's protests)

Wednesday pierces herself with pure silver (much to everyone's annoyance)

Bianca get an interest at one point and has Wednesday show her how to do piercings.

She does a few of Wednesday's next pericings.

Wednesday pierces Bianca back dimples (and struggles to keep her hands from roaming)

They both fidget with each others piercings.

[diamonds-of-the-first-water]

francesca and john are autistic

[cerealsensei]

Soul Blade/Soul Edge Intro (PS1)

[everything-y-nothing]

CHARLOTTE BRIDGERTON

Daddy, can we go to the ice cream shop today?” “Absolutely!” Anthony smiles. The little girl rewards him with a display of sheer excitement and what follows is an expression he knows all too well – a triumphant smirk accompanied by the proud lift of a chin. As infuriating as it once felt on a familiar face, when worn on his daughter it makes Anthony's heart melt. Never mind the daggers his wife is currently staring into the back of his head.

[underground-hip-hop-affiliated]

Only Nerds worried about you "applying knowledge"

as if there's anything to apply other than Being God.

[kishibei]

its litch 5 in the morning n im crying ab aot final ep as if i didnt finish the manga in 2020 but omg AOT IS SO INTEGRAL TO MY TUMBLR LORE this isnt the acc i started tumblr with n all my aot moots r gone its been years but i love yall even if i hated yall YOU MEANT SOMETHING I THINK OF YEW RN

[retro-rezz-the-est]

Nah y’all get her to 60-0 and then do that shit to her????? Fuck that mess y’all I’m done for the night GOODBYE

[multifairyus]

This makes me think about how the first time Bree told Sel off and it was a DIRECT hit, “You don’t want to be that ole country dog, do you, Kingsmage?” 🐶🤨🔥

CLEARED. Because poor Sel is absolutely a disposable dog to the Order. A magnificent product of generations of breeding with outstanding abilities—that is threatened to get put down (or implied to be kept alive for future breeding…) Loyal to a fault. maybe that’s his nature, or maybe it’s because he’s on a short Oathbound leash. Such a beast is kept at a distance; any care or affection afforded must be met with utter fidelity on his part. Trained to give his all to the cause, and left to lick his wounds alone when what should have killed him didn’t.

There’s a reason why we get a slow laugh from Sel and a threat to tear out her tongue after that. Not kill, but specifically stop her from speaking cuz she was right and that was LOUD 🫢 👿

Also think seeing her not cowering, looking him in the eye and dragging him like that, unlike anyone else probably ever had before, did something for him… more evidence that she IS a demon! …yeah ok Sel whatever you say 🙄

characters who view themselves as tools/weapons first and people second... characters who martyr themselves for a cause because they think that's the only way they can be worth something... characters who push themselves past their breaking point again and again and again... characters for whom devotion and masochism are inseparable... characters whose self-sacrifice becomes self-annihilation...... what was my point again? i had a point. anyway.

[acid-ixx]

"hostage situation"

series masterlist

nightwing, to his siblings: okay, so we have to be real careful because the joker and harley quinn are holding our baby sibling hostage and we can't put them in anymore danger.

nightwing, looks at red robin: i'm sure they have some traps laid around the lair so you'll be disarming it.

red robin, nods:

robin: then me and todd will be handling any spare targets, no?

nightwing: of course. cass, steph and duke will be guarding the entrance. babs?

oracle, speaking in the intercoms: this is the closest point of entry where (name) is being kept hostage.

red robin: security cams suggest there's more than just harley and the joker in the lair. a bunch of their goons are heavily guarding both the entrance and the exit. we should thread carefully.

oracle: there's no camera's where (name) is exactly at, but there's a specific room where it's shown that the two are often visiting.

batman, who had been lurking behind them: this is a priority mission. we can't afford to make mistakes.

robin, eyebrows raised: though, is it necessary to bring the entire family? me and my father could handle this entirely by ourselves.

jason, sighs: don't pretend like you weren't the first to suggest the entire justice league to come searching for them, kid.

batman: enough arguing, (name) needs all the support they could get after this. so on my count, we are to bust open the door.

dick: alright, everybody, prepare.

*meanwhile, inside the lair, in a makeshift "house"*

(name), sitting on a comfy chair whilst holding a cup of hot chocolate and a book in the other, sneezes: oh— did anyone mention my name?

harley quinn, already on her way to wipe their nose: oh my baby! is our baby sick?!

(name): no, i just suddenly sneezed?

the joker, in another room: i spy with my little eye, a child way past their bedtime~ c'mon babyboo, let's get you to bed!

(name): awe, but it's like, 10pm. i wanna read some more.

harley, about to pick (name) up: then let momma read the book for you in bed, cutesy pie—

*the door to the kitchen slams open*

dick, with his escrima sticks on-hand: surrender (name) to us now or—!

dick, absolutely befuddled: wait, what?!

damian, with bruce in tow: what's the hold up, nightwing?!

damian, about to jump right in front of dick before he was stopped by bruce's hand on his shoulder: what is... this?

bruce: ... explain the meaning of this, harley.

harley, holds (name) closer to her chest as she's equally confused: what do ya mean, bats? ain't it obvious i'm taking care of my child?

(name): uhm...

damian, visibly offended: what do you mean, your child? (name) over there is ours.

the joker, walks over to the room in a hurry: what's with all the commotion over here?! (name) is supposed to be in bed, harle— batman?!

bruce, with squinted eyes: don't act stupid, what is this all about?

nightwing, surveying the room: wait, why is (name) in pajamas?

(name), trying their best to shrug in harley's tight hug: i'm... supposed to go to bed...?

the joker, about to walk over to (name) before he's stopped by a batarang almost hitting the side of his head: hey! what's that for? i'm clearly not trying to attack my own child!

bruce: (name) is my child, not yours.

the joker, glaring at batman: well, it's not my fault they choose me over you!

(name) wayne, interrupting the two: uhm... i did technically disown myself from the family so—

damian: disown yourself?

(name): i have every reason to—

dick: look, baby bird, you don't know what's right for you, these guys are dangerous—

(name): i literally got nearly killed by some nobody criminals if not for harley saving me but okay, nightwing.

bruce, whose attention is now on (name): you almost got what now?

(name), rolling their eyes: i almost died, batman. now if you excuse me, i think i deserve a good night sleep tonight.

(name), looks at harley who still hasn't released them from the protective hug: can we?

harley quinn, facepalming in her mind as she stares back at (name): oh, i should've bought you to pam and selina instead.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Hiya 😍 so I would like to request about dark! Agatha Harkness and fem!reader with smut cause she hot when she evil

Mommy’s Good Girl

Dark!Agatha Harkness x fem!reader

Summary: How long have you been here?

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, kiddnaping/manipulation, Agatha uses magic to mess with your memories, enchanted strap, breeding, Agatha uses magic like it's a drug on you

Word count: 955

A/N: Kinda struggled with what I wanted to do with this, but I'm happy with what it turned into

It had been a few months since you had come to Westview. You couldn't remember when exactly, but you found yourself living with your girlfriend, Agatha Harkness. Though she never allowed you outside of the house.

“It's dangerous out there dear. Mommy knows best.” She'd say and your mind would go fuzzy. Big thoughts leaving your head.

“You don't need all those big thoughts baby. Those are for Mommy to deal with.” You had no room to argue. You weren't even sure you could. The words alluding you completely.

You weren't sure why your brain always got so fuzzy after you'd ask a big girl question, but it always did. A purple tint in your eyes that you'd blink away along with those thoughts.

You were curled up on the couch one night with Agatha, her arm wrapped around your waist. Your head on her chest as she rubbed your thigh. You felt a wetness pool between your legs as you looked up at her.

“M-Mommy?” You dared ask, but she'd just shush you as she carried on until you were squirming. Your hand tightening into a fist on her shirt. Another plead falling past your lips as she looked at you with faux concern.

“Oh dear you're so silly. You know you're only good for Mommy’s pleasure, right?” Your face scrunched up in confusion. What was she talking about you had never…

A purple tint covered your eyes as you closed them tightly. That familiar fuzzy feeling back. “That's Mommy’s good girl. You're going to take what Mommy gives you and then you're going to forget like you always do so Mommy can enjoy that innocence of yours dear.” You groaned, trying to push away, but you had no strength. Another tint of purple and whispered words in your ear, “You want this dear. Don't run from Mommy.” Your eyes widened, everything only becoming fuzzier. You couldn't make out anything except her.

“Mmm Mommy…icky…” you squirmed, rubbing your thighs together.

“Oh? Do your princess parts feel all icky?” she cooed and you nodded. A wicked smile crossing her features. “Don't worry Mommy knows how to fix it.” The look you beamed up at her was her favorite everytime she did this. That look of innocent bliss of her being able to fix you. You would look so innocent until she was was three fingers deep. Fingers moving roughly to build you up only to stop just before you were there. A whine pushing past your lips only for her to push you. A snap of her fingers and you were both naked, how did she…? You never had time to finish that thought before her strap was pounding into you. Your mind goes absolutely blank. The only words you could form now were,

“Mommy, please! S'full Mommy!”

“That's my good girl. Taking Mommy so well. You're Mommy’s little pleasure doll aren't ya?” she asks and you nod, in your fuzzy state this was all you ever wanted, her, all of her, all of Mommy.

“Yesh Momma! S'full! Love it s'much!” You cry out feeling your coil tighten up. Your eyes widening looking up at her as you feel it get tighter and tighter with every thrust. She's hitting just the right spot relentlessly. Until you're pushed over the edge. Your coil snapping as you screamed and moaned out, clawing and biting on your Mommy. She whispered little praises in your ear.

“Mommy’s good girl. That's it. Let it happen baby. Mommy’s taking care of the icky feeling. Let it all out.” As she fucked you through the orgasm, the fuzziness dissipating, you tried pushing away. Overstimulation setting in.

Purple. Blink. Fuzzy.

“Mommy still needs to cum baby. Mommy’s gonna breed you like she always does and maybe this time you'll be good and give me what I want.” You groan at her words.

You could feel the overstimulation, yet you moved your hips with her letting orgasms rip through you, tears streaming down your cheeks that Agatha so kindly leaned down and licked off you with a moan.

“You're so pretty when you cry. I love seeing you all broken beneath me.” You felt her thrusts quicken, her breathing pick up. “Mommy’s cumming baby. Gonna fill you up and breed you baby. It's all your good for. Mommy’s breedable pet.”

“Yesh Mommy yesh…” you managed out, your throat hurt from screaming and moaning. She did a final rough thrust, hitting the deepest parts of you as you felt her fill you. A moan ripped from your throat, “Mommy’s breedable pet…” made its way past your lips.

“Such a good girl. It's too bad I have to take your memories.” Confusion on your face as you looked up through the haze as you saw her eyes glow purple and a purple mist come from her hand towards you.

“No Mommy please be good! I'll be good!” You tried to argue as waves of memories hit you of every time this happened. How long you'd actually been here in this almost constant fuzzy state. It wasn't a few months. It had been a few years.

You looked up with pleading eyes, more tears falling, you just wanted to be Mommy’s good girl. You couldn't live without her. Why would you want to? She takes care of everything even if she's kept you trapped here as her sex doll, her breedable pet. You didn't want to be anything else. You didn't want to forget.

You blinked, eyes feeling heavy. The room spinning as you tried to fight it. “Want Mommy please…be good…good baby, good pet.” Your words are slurring.

“Shhh sleep.” Purple. Blink. Darkness.

Maybe someday you'd convince her you wouldn't leave, but today wasn't that day.

[flmer]

OH NO! IT'S THE BABY APOCALYPSE!

character/s. riddle, leona, azul, & vil.

cw. baby poop.

includes. gn!reader + fluff!

note. next will be idia, malleus, kalim, and jamil hehe also ooc? idk but I got my taglist open! if you wanna be tagged please put a comment/reply on my pinned post and which character you only wanna be tagged for!

riddle.

I imagine riddle being scared of parenthood but also confused because he didn't exactly have the best experiences as a child so he's clueless on how to treat the child and that's what scares him.

he's afraid of accidentally hurting the baby that's why he always looks hesitant whenever you ask him to hold the baby but all his nervousness wipes away when he sees eyes similar to his own- staring with sparkling eyes at him and he just melts.

you wake up sometimes in the middle of the night to the sound of humming coming from riddle and you always see him cradling the baby close to his chest as he gently rocks them back to sleep with a gentle relaxed look on his eyes and a soft smile on his face as he looks at the baby with warmth swirling on his grey orbs.

whenever riddle has some free time he always makes sure that you relax and he'll be the one taking care of the baby while you rest, after all he can't have his rose to get burnt out <3

“they're... ” he couldn't continue his words because of the tears that quickly came out from his eyes as he held the baby close to his chest as he smiled down at them “hello there my little rose petal...”

leona.

leona is the type of dad who sleeps everywhere and he's always seen cuddling his child on his chest while both of them. he always has his arms wrapped around his child protectively because to him it feels like he might lose them. (he does this to you too and you're glad you aren't the only one suffering his sweet gesture of choking you to death/exaggerating)

even if he isn't the king he still has his prince duties to do and he's often not physically present due to this but he always makes sure to make it up to both you and your child. he makes sure to call your child and you whenever he's travelling somewhere and when he finally arrives back home he always have tons of gifts to give to your child and of course for you too.

the moments that leona adores the most is whenever you and his child are safe in his arms with joyful smiles on both of your faces, it always makes him smile a little bit.

arguments are bound to happen but leona always makes sure to avoid making your child see the both of you arguing but whenever he knows he's in a bad mood he always takes a nap to avoid accidentally letting his anger out on you. there's also the playful argument that your child sees but it's mostly leona teasing you while you fume at him and he finds that hilarious. he also makes your child join in on the teasing and now you have two menaces in your life)

“awwe look at your momma, little beast. they're pouting again” - your menace husband leona

“momma why're you so mad? hehe we're only teasing ya!” -your menace of a child

azul.

azul loves to spoil his child i don't care what you say. this man will spoil his child just like how his mom did to him and it's honestly entertaining to watch because his child would be looking at something and the next thing you know your child has that exact thing on their chubby little hands.

despite azul's bad childhood and his experience with body shaming he actually doesn't mind it if his child is getting chubby, in fact he loves it! he loves his child's squishy chubby cheeks and their little soft tummy <3

despite azul letting his child eat to their own stomach's content he does know the limits and how unhealthy food or eating too much could affect his child that's why he always keeps an eye out for his child whenever Floyd and jade are hanging around. (jade have tried to feed azul's child mushrooms, i just know it.)

FAMILY OUTINGS!! this man is a businessman and that means he needs to hop from place to place because of his business and his only motivation to keep on working is you and your child. that's why he makes sure the both of you always come with him whenever he travels around! (one time his secretary convinced him to leave you and your child back at home because ‘both you and the child might need a break from the constant travelling’ so he left you both and when it strikes midnight he cried because he misses the baby wailing sounds that can always be heard at night and the feeling of you wrapped around his arms with the baby in the middle of you two.)

“Is it okay if you and our little pearl come to me? I've been missing the two of you...”

vil.

despite vil caring a lot about his beauty sleep he will always make sure to wake up to get a new bottle of milk for the baby or if they need changing he can always change their diapers! although the smell really disgusts him.. vil wouldn't mind sacrificing a few minutes of his beauty sleep if he gets to see his little pretty dardar's peaceful sleeping face that always manages to make him feel as if he's glowing. (yes pretty dardar is what he calls his child. dardar stands for darling)

vil wouldn't force his child to pursue acting or make his child into a model because vil doesn't want his child to grow up feeling trapped and forced. he wants his child to grow up happily without worrying about how society thinks of them.

vil's quality time with his child would consist of doing skincare and other self-care routines because he doesn't want his child to experience getting bullied because of their looks! he isn't saying that his child is ugly but no matter how beautiful you look on the inside people will always point out your flaws on the outside. his child most likely will grow up with the softest and clearest skin because of him

vil would take his child to work and he always keeps an eye out for his child because he knows how some workers here react to a baby and it's not really a positive reaction. he also posts both you and your child on his magicam whenever the three of you go out or just cuddle and watch movies that starr's vil and people often gets jealous of how domestic the three of you look.

Vil looks at the newborn baby on his arms with a blank look on his face and you started to grow nervous because of his reaction. does he not like how the baby looks? would he divorce you? would he- your thoughts went to an abrupt stop when vil started sobbing as he gently caressed the baby's face while cooing sweet things to his child “oh my, aren't you the prettiest little darling I've ever laid my eyes on? I wouldn't mind losing the most beautiful title to you, my little dardar.”

[thatgirlri]

Random thought: Aoi Todo likes black girls 😝😝 idc argue with ya momma not me!!😭🤣

[anon-e-miss]

Barbarian AU - Sad Momma Prowl version

“That’s… a fair point.” Punch vented a long intake. “I’ll have a talk wit’m. In the meantime, Rico, show’m around.”

“Yes, Ori,” Ricochet replied.

Barricade did not rubbed his wrists though the gold shackles must have been uncomfortable. He rose without waiting for Ricochet to offer him a servo. Ricochet was not surprised that his progenitor had not found a conjunx for him, only a mech with a death wish would try to force this mech into his berth. Consider his brother had been not just a senator but rich enough to finance caravans, Ricochet figured their progenitor had been a wealthy mech himself. It would not have suited him to give over even his receptive creation to just anyone, they would have needed to be one of the elite and none of those elite had the ball-bearings to contend with a firebrand. How exactly he had allowed his receptive creation to become so fierce was an interesting question.

“So maybe blackmailin’ the mech wasn’t such a nasty thing to do,” Ricochet declared as he escorted Barricade out of Punch’s rooms.

“Crosscut was always a nasty sack of slag,” Barricade explained. “When we were young, when our progenitor sided with me over him on anything, Crosscut always promised to sell me to a fishmonger as soon as he got the chance.”

“A’ight,” Ricochet declared. “Mech was definitely askin’ for it.”

“I thought so,” Barricade replied. 

“‘M thinkin’ yer other brother ain’t much better since he sold ya, ‘n Prowl both,” Ricochet said.

“Sideways is forged from the same metal,” Barricade said. “Just with none of the intelligence or charm of Crosscut. He’ll blow every credit in a vorn and find himself Empurata when he can’t pay his debts.”

“Praxus sounds vicious,” Ricochet replied.

“It is,” Barricade said. “It’s a beautiful hellscape, devoid of any spark or joy.”

“Did ya e’er think o’ runnin’ away?” Ricochet asked.

“No,” Barricade replied, with a shake of his helm. “Runaways end up like Prowl… or worse. For the same crime, grand theft and treason for robbing Praxus of their fertility. I got away with my so called freedom because my house was rich. I was a source of shame, of course, but I cared even less for Crosscut’s honour than I did our progenitor.”

“I was wonderin’ if yer progenitor had a soft spot for ya,” Ricochet asked.

“Not in particular,” Barricade said. “When I was right, when Crosscut and I argued, it annoyed him that his heir was outwitted by a lesser mech. He was desperate to get rid of me but…”

“But…?” Ricochet asked.

“He did give me to a friend of his, a sort of trial run,” Barricade explained. “I strangled him with the chains I wore and he gave me back.”

“Fair ‘nough,” Ricochet said. “Mecha will try to court ya here, once they learn ‘bout ya. Ya got the right to tell’m to get scrapped. ‘N if they push it, ya got the right to make’m scrap.”

“Could to know,” Barricade replied. “We’ll see how that works in practice and not just in theory.”

“Wanna set the tone?” Ricochet asked.

He did not explain himself but let Barricade down to the arena where mechanisms where Straxus had staged gladiatorial matches.  It would be used as a showcase in the coming mega-cycles for warriors from different clans to show off their metal. Ricochet considered where Barricade might most excel in scaring off opportunists. He knew Ori was already in a battle to convince Jazz to take responsibility for Prowl, there was no way he was going to be convince he owed anything to Barricade. It should not have surprised him that Barricade would make the choice for himself. He picked up a staff and jabbed it against the training drones power button. Ricochet was caught off guard, however and he stepped back, out of range and watched Barricade dance about the drone, scoring point after point with the simple training staff. Before long, they had an audience and he began to question if this was going to work how he had planned.

“A staff?” Ricochet asked, after waving off the audience. Barricade shrugged.

“I first trained with a broken broom handle,” he explained. “I was not going to be like my originator. I was not going to be helpless.”

“What else did ya train wit?” Ricochet asked.

“Knives,” Barricade replied. “Things that you’d find in any habsuite.”

“Ever learn to shoot?” Ricochet asked.

“No,” Barricade replied. “I was never able to get my servos on a blaster.”

“I’ll teach ya,” Ricochet said. “Just not here. Better they think yer a seasoned killer.”

“Are your framekin such savages?” Barricade asked. 

“Less than yers,” Ricochet replied, without any heat. Barricade had a lot to fear. “Some’ll want ya ‘cause ya can fight for yerself, like Ori. My genitors fell helm o’er peds for ‘m when he walloped someone that got too free wit’m. Some’ll want ya ‘cause yer exotic ‘n it’ll make’em look more impressive than they are on their own.”

“I have no intention of going with anyone,” Barricade replied. “I will not be kept.”

“I believe ya.”

Punch appeared, somehow knowing precisely where to look, as he always did. From his grin, Ricochet thought he was pleased to see Barricade sparring with the drone again, this time using a small blade. It made sense  what he had focused on training himself on. A broom, a knife, chain, these were all things that would be, theoretically, in his reach if he was sold off. While he had been largely free to live how he liked, he had been smart to train for the worst possible turn of fate for him. It occurred to him Barricade may not have resisted being sold out of Praxus. He knew the fate of receptive Praxians who ran from their “duty”. He would also have known different city-state had their own ways and he likely thought his chances better beyond Praxus’ border. 

“Prowl would like to meet ya,” Punch said. 

“How badly did you have to wear him down?” Barricade asked, unapologetically skeptical.

“Not at all,” Punch replied. “I don’t quite know what he’s thinkin’. He keeps his thoughts to himself. He might just want to see for ‘mself that yer safe.”

“Why would he care?” Barricade asked. “We’ve never met.”

“‘Cause he don’t wish his life on anyone,” Punch replied. “Ya might be good for’m. He’s been beaten so low I don’t think he remembers bein’ fierce.”

“My brother did the beating,” Barricade argued.

[evervigilantnightshade]

The Line - Part 11

Reader and John have always straddled the line between playful flirting and taking things further. However when they are forced into a safe house and a secret comes out will they be able to save what they were heading for or is all lost.

Reader x John Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Laswell, Original characters.

MDNI

Warnings: Angst, violence towards reader, reader attacked by men, a pup gets hurt (but don't worry he's ok) Blood, fluff, flirting, Death and killing on missions, Father of reader's death mentioned. Eventual smut.

MASTERLIST

The dinner was lively, everyone laughing, and telling stories. John was sitting next to Y/N and he kept looking over at her, watching as she interacted with her family. She was gorgeous and despite her tears only moments ago she had a smile on her face as they all told stories. 

John wasn’t paying attention to anything other than Y/N until he saw her face turn red and she  groaned from embarrassment. He turned his attention to the table and Charlie started telling them about Skijoring. 

“What the hell is Skijoring?” Kyle asked 

Down the table Freya squealed. “Swear jar!” 

Simon laughed and raised his eyebrows towards Kyle as if saying I told you so. He then tossed Kyle a loonie and Kyle handed it directly to Freya which caused her and Edie to argue over who should get the dollar. 

“Skijoring is where you have one person riding a horse towing another person behind them on either skis or a snowboard.” Charlie explained. “What can I say, small town folks gotta find a way to pass the time. We had told Simon about it and he was determined to try it.” 

“Wait did ya?” Johnny asked, looking over at Simon.

“We did.” Simon said hesitantly. 

“And?” 

“It was great, a lot of fun and hilarious. We even set up little jumps. Everything was great. Until…:” 

Simon refused to say what happened so Charlie jumped in. 

“Until Brooke went a little too fast while towing Y/N on her snowboard and she launched her hard off a jump.Y/N came down on her arm the wrong way and broke it.” 

“Mom was pissed.” Emma laughed 

“Swear jar!” 

Another loonie was passed to the twins

“Yeah well you were grown. I shouldn't have to watch over you twenty four hours a day to make sure you don’t do dumb shit.” Momma Lynn said while simultaneously handing Edie a loonie.  

“Wait, how old were you?” Kyle asked. 

“About, what?” Y/N looked over at Simon. “Twenty nine?” 

“Yeah about that.” 

“Old enough to know better.” Momma Lynn said with a frown, but couldn’t help it and started laughing. “They tried to pretend like she just fell off a horse while they were riding. Acting like we couldn’t see them in the field from the window. It was such a terrible excuse. Y/N wouldn’t get on a horse to save her life.”

“You don’t like riding horses?” John looked at her amused. 

”Don’t like horses in general. I get it, they’re majestic, gorgeous creatures. But I had a childhood experience that made me scared of them for life.” 

“You’re so dramatic.” Momma Lynn laughed. 

“That horse nearly broke my back trying to go under a low hanging branch. Then it took off running full speed home with me on its back.” 

“I told you to pull on the reins, it’s not my fault you didn’t listen.” Momma Lynn shrugged

“I was eight! That’s three years older than the twins are now!” 

Brooke rolled her eyes. “They’ve been riding for a year.” 

Y/N looked shocked. 

“Really?” 

“Yeah nana takes us for horsey rides all the time.” 

She really had missed a lot. 

“Well, it doesn't change my opinion, horses are scary.” 

Johnny laughed. “Can’t believe you are scared of anything, let alone a horse.” 

“Well we’ll put you on one tomorrow and we’ll see how you do. How about that?” 

“Can we do Skijoring?” Ky asked excitedly. 

“NO!” 

“Absolutely.” 

Charlie and Y/N said at the same time. Charlie shot her a warning glare. 

“Come on mom, you gotta do it? Why can’t we?” Ky asked 

“Yeah mommy, can we please do it?” Johnny said in a low voice. 

Charlie’s cheeks blushed and she smirked at him. All of a sudden a dinner roll hit Johnny in the face and he looked up to see Simon glaring at him. 

“That's your second warning. You won’t get a third.” 

John chuckled and then felt something press against his leg. He looked down to see Chewy standing on his hind legs, his front legs against John’s legs, looking up at him with the saddest eyes he’s ever seen. John looked at his plate for something to sneak him under the table but Y/N put her hand on his. 

“That’s how he gets you. He makes you think he’s starving and so sad. But he’s really not. That's why he’s so chunky.” She laughed and moved Chewy off John’s leg. 

Chewy huffed and moved on to his next victim. 

“Alright kids, dinners over go up to your rooms and play, the adults have to talk.” Simon said and there was a chorus of protests. 

“That’s enough of that.” Momma Lynn said firmly and the twins and Meadow got up from their seats and made their way out of the room. 

Charlie looked at Ky and motioned for him to leave too. 

“Mom, I'm eighteen now, I should be able to stay.” 

She looked over at Y/N who shrugged “Technically he’s an adult now.” 

“Fine but you listen to the rules, and you keep your mouth shut.” 

Ky nodded excitedly. 

Momma Lynn put a basket in the middle of the table. Simon and the girls all tossed their phones and any other electronics into it. The team caught on and did the same. Charlie looked at Ky and he reluctantly put his phone in. 

“The watch too.” She instructed. 

Once he put it in Charlie took the basket into the other room and came back empty handed. 

“Alright, what’s going on? Why’d we have to drop everything and come out here for an unknown amount of time? And why can’t I speak to my husband about it?” Brooke crossed her arms over her chest. 

“I saw Adam, told him what I’m telling you now so don’t worry.” Y/N explained and Brooke looked shocked. 

“When?” 

“We were in Sweden right before coming here. I made a stop to see him. He wasn’t thrilled but preferred the idea of the three of you being here rather than being at home. We have protection watching over him.” 

“I didn’t know you went to see Adam.” Simon said annoyance in his voice. 

“With Keegan when I went to run errands.” She then turned to Brooke “He couldn’t tell you he saw me because of the no discussing over the phone rule.” 

“So what’s the reason?” Emma asked, looking concerned. 

“We’ve been after a top level target for quite a long time now. We finally tracked him down and thought we got him but it was a trap. He’s identified us and said he has all our information. We don’t know where he is and because he’s so dangerous we’ve had to be cautious and hide out for a bit while Overwatch tracks him down. We worried because if he knew us he would somehow be able to track down our families. So we figured this was the best place for everyone.” 

“What are the chances of this guy finding us?” Charlie asked, glancing over at Ky, regretting letting him stay for this based on the look he had on his face. 

“Enough we made the call to be here, but not enough to stay in lock down.” Simon referred to the house security system. 

“What about the kids?” Ava asked and Simon wrapped his arm around her protectively. 

“I would never let anything happen to them.” He assured her. 

“If anything were to happen we would all protect you.” John added 

Y/N instantly put her hand on his thigh and squeezed as a sign of thank you. 

“We’ll make sure everyone remembers the drills your dad used to put us through and stock the safe room. We’ve prepared for this, it was just a different situation than we thought it would be.” Momma Lynn said, her face serious. “You girls know enough to protect yourself and you spent your whole lives training for situations like this.” 

“I know it’s just a little different when it’s actually happening.” Emma said and Kyle looked over at her. 

“I wouldn’t want to come face to face with all you girls. You’re badasses.” 

His words made Emma smile, a blush creeping up her cheeks. 

“Keep an eye out. If you see something out of the ordinary, tell us. Someone should always be with the kids. Don’t leave the farm by yourself.” Simon listed out the rules. “We’ll be ok as long as we stay vigilant.” 

Everyone sat there looking concerned but nodded in agreement. 

“I know this is frightening, and we thought this would be the best place to be. But if it would make you feel better we can relocate.” Y/N didn’t want them to be scared because they were there.

“Not a chance in hell” Momma Lynn said angrily. “The best place for you to be is here, and we’re safer having you all here as well. There’s no way you’re leaving.” 

The sisters all spoke up with agreement but Brooke stood up suddenly and Y/N looked over at her. 

“I’m going to check on the girls. Don’t be ridiculous about leaving. Obviously having you all here is the best solution.” 

With that she left the room and Y/N looked over at Charlie who just shrugged and smiled. 

“Best you’re gonna get.” 

“True.” 

“Is she the oldest?” Kyle asked suddenly and Y/N chuckled. 

“Do you think she is?” 

Kyle nodded his head and then she looked at Johnny. “What about you?” 

“Definitely, she has tha’ older sis sassiness to her.”

Y/N then looked at John tilted her head. He could see a slight smirk on her lips and he had a feeling they were wrong. He looked around the table and thought about the girls and then thought about Y/N’s age. He came up with an answer that he figured was safe.

“Has to be Charlie.” 

“Well you’re all wrong.” Charlie said standing up and grabbing some plates from the table. 

“Who is then?” Kyle asked. 

Charlie motioned her head towards Y/N and Kyle laughed 

“No way!” 

“By like 3 minutes.” 

“Still older.” Charlie smirked. 

Y/N shrugged and then looked over at Ky who still looked a little shell shocked. 

“Got any questions bud?” 

“Are you sure we’re safe?” He looked at her and her heart melted 

“I’m sure, bud. I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise.” 

She got up and went over to him and gave him a big hug from behind. He squeezed her forearm and then straightened up as if trying to prove he could handle this. 

“Ok. I’m not scared or anything, just wanted to make sure.” He said and Y/N swore his voice was an octave lower causing her to smile. 

“Of course.” 

They all then proceeded to clear the table as Momma Lynn made coffee. They spent the next few hours talking and laughing, the stress of their situation from earlier fading. Eventually everyone started yawning and they collectively agreed to head to bed. It had been a long day for everyone. 

John and Y/N made their way to her bedroom, Chewy and Odin following directly behind them. When they closed the door, leaving them alone again Y/N felt nervous. Chewy went to sit on his bed in the corner of the room but Odin pawed at her leg to pick him up. She sat down on the bed with her legs crossed placing Odin on the bed and he instantly went and curled up by her pillow. John sat on the bed next to her. 

“Are you still planning on sleeping on the couch? Or have you changed your mind?” 

“I still think it’s best if I sleep on the couch.” 

He looked deflated but nodded his head in understanding. 

“I thought a lot about what you said earlier.” He leaned over to make sure she was making eye contact with him. 

Y/N took a deep breath, preparing for the worst and then met his eyes. 

“This is salvageable, this is worth fighting for. I know you. Yes I didn’t know about your family but I know so much about you. I know you like horror movies but they scare you so badly you have to sleep with a lamp on. I know you love music and your choice reflects your current mood. I know you read the classics but you also love Harry Potter and those weird ‘spicy’ books Johnny teases you about. I also know that when you’re reading those spicy books you twirl your hair and have a constant smirk on your face that has made me have to leave the room more than once to hide my excitement knowing that you’re definitely enjoying what you’re reading. I know you like to get up early and take a moment to drink your coffee by yourself in the mornings. I know that you need to decompress after a mission but won’t walk away if someone wants to chat. I know you’re constantly trying to better yourself and will push yourself to the limit to prove to yourself you can do anything you want to do. I know you have a massive heart that can’t stand to see anyone in pain, including animals. Especially animals. I know you take a man out from eighty yards and be fine but if you see a commercial with an old couple in love you cry. I know you love fiercely. And I know this,” John pulled her hand over and put it on his chest “isn’t lying when it tells me I love you and I will fight for this. Please fight with me.” 

Once again Y/N was left in tears. 

“It’ll be hard. We’ll have to take a step back. Rebuild what we once had. Are you willing to do that?” 

“I’ll do anything. If you need to start over I’ll do that. I will never hurt you again. I promise. Please Y/N, you’re all I want. 

She knew what to say, she knew it the moment her heart broke thinking John was done with this. Now hearing him say all this to her she knew she wanted to fight too.

“You’re all I want too.”  

John pulled her into his arms and held her so tightly she almost couldn’t breathe. She didn’t care though, she squeezed him just as tightly. He pulled her into his lap and held her, his hand rubbing up and down her back. They stayed like that for quite a while until she pulled away and stood up. 

“I still think it’s best if I sleep on the couch. I’m still not ready to share a bed with you.” 

“I understand. Although I wish it was me sleeping on the couch, I understand your reasoning.” 

Y/N nodded and went and got ready for bed, washing her face and brushing her teeth. She had thrown on a pair of loose sweatpants and a hoodie and then walked over to the closet to grab a blanket and an extra pillow. 

She stood by the door and John was still sitting on the edge of the bed. 

“Alright, goodnight.” 

“Goodnight, beautiful.” 

She felt her stomach flutter and she smiled.

“Chewy, Odin, let's go.” 

Chewy instantly got up and walked over to her and huffed, annoyed his sleep was being disrupted. Odin however lifted his head, looked at her and then put his head back down on the bed. 

“I think he wants to stay with you.” 

“Well of course he does, we’re buddies.” John laid back up the bed on his side and propped himself up on his forearm as he gave him a small pat on his head causing Y/N to chuckle. 

For some reason she was finding it difficult to leave the room. Seeing John laying on her bed stirred something in her but she was trying to force it back down. She wanted the space, needed it; but for some reason her body was having a hard time accepting that. She could see his tanned skin where his shirt had lifted up slightly and the top of his boxer briefs peeking out from his pants. Yeah her body was definitely not communicating with her mind. She shifted her body trying to discreetly ease her core. She had to get out of here before she gave in. 

“Alright well if you need anything, you know where I’ll be.” 

He nodded and she quickly turned around and left the room, shutting the door behind her. She shook her head and then looked down at herself. 

“Really need you to get on board with the rest of us here.” She mumbled to her burning core.  

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