#like it would’ve been fun to see mommy again

[mobgoblin]

Seeing Yuuta inside Gojo’s body like

[dollfacefantasy]

Better Than One

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!puppy-hybrid!reader x ada wong

summary: leon and ada take care of their needy puppy as your heat approaches

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, oral sex (fem receiving), vibrator use, masturbation, daddy kink, mommy kink, threesome

word count: 2.4k

a/n: yippeee trying something a little different for me! hope you guys like. as always, i appreciate all the comments and reblogs <3

Any other time, the front door swinging open would’ve set you off into a happy prance to greet whoever it was coming home. Your ears would be perked up, tail swishing back and forth so fast it becomes a blur. You’d wrap either Leon or Ada in a tight embrace, nuzzling them and inhaling a deep breath of their scent you’d been missing for however long they’d been gone.

That would happen any other time, but not right now. Not when you're spread out in Leon’s lap with his hand holding a vibrator to your clit.

When the front door opens right now, you barely register it. Your droopy eyes don’t catch the motion, and your own whines and whimpers combined with the buzz of the toy make it hard for you to hear the familiar creak. You only become aware it’s happened when you see Ada standing a couple feet from the couch, staring down at you with a knowing look on her face. You want to say something, to acknowledge her at the very least, but all words get tangled up in the back of your mouth. They melt down into more needy moans.

“Starting the fun without me?” she asks. Despite looking at you, you know she’s speaking to Leon.

“It wasn’t really a choice. You should’ve seen her. She was practically humping my leg before I let her have this,” he says.

“I bet. It’s because you spoil her. She knows you’ll give in,” she says as she approaches the couch.

Leaning over you, she catches his lips in a quick kiss. She then turns her focus for you and guides your face to look up at her.

“You’re so cute though. I can’t say I blame him,” she says and gives you a kiss too.

You eagerly reciprocate the affection. Your eyes remain fixed on her after she pulls away and sits at the other end of the couch. Her gaze meets yours, sending a wave of pleasure straight to your center. Your eyes flutter shut again as your hips begin bucking harder against the toy and your head tilts back against Leon’s chest.

He chuckles and gives you a kiss of his own. “That’s a good girl, baby. Show mommy how bad you needed your toy,” he coos.

His free hand moves up on your body to fondle one of your tits. You arch into his palm while you can feel her eyes sweeping over your form from her seat opposite you.

“Has she cum already?” Ada asks.

“Oh yeah,” Leon answers as if it’s obvious, “How many times, pup?”

“Twice, daddy,” you whimper, your nails digging into the flesh of his forearm that was wrapped around you.

He rewards your correct answer by swiveling the toy over your clit in a mini figure eight. You cry out, and your legs begin trembling. Your ears pin to your head as more mewls erupt from you. He smiles down at you and continues to drag the toy over your pussy, teasingly prodding it at your entrance before taking it back up to your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Across from you, she has slipped off her boots and brought one of her feet onto the couch cushion. Her legs spread, revealing the black panties she wore under her dress. You lock onto the sight, mouth already watering in anticipation. Two of her fingers slide down between her thighs and stroke over the fabric. She relaxes against the arm rest supporting her back and presses down a bit harder as she continues to watch Leon play with you.

“Daddy…” you whimper for the man behind you. Everything going on was piling up right now.

“What is it, puppy? You gonna cum for daddy again? Gonna gush all over my pants again. You’re already dripping so much, sweetheart,” he says softly while he continues to work the vibrator on you.

“I know,” you whine, “Can’t help it, daddy. Need it.”

“You need it?” Ada teases. Her voice has a breathy quality now as she plays with her own pussy over the black lace between her legs. “You really are getting to be spoiled.”

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, lip jutting out into a pout.

“Go easy on her. I think her heat is coming. She hasn’t even been complaining about it being too much,” Leon tells her with a smirk.

“Is that right?” she continues, “Maybe you really do need it then. You’re gonna need it next week for sure. Daddy’s gonna have to take extra special care of you, won’t he?”

You nod wildly, your hips moving back and forth on his lap like they have a mind of their own. You can feel the bulge that’s formed in his pants. Your ass pushes up against it with every rock.

“Maybe mommy will help you out too. I’ll pull out that extra special toy you only get when you’ve been really good,” she teases.

You again nod almost as fast as your tail can wag. Both of them caring for you at once, pressed up against you, filling you to the brim sounded like heaven. The image alone is enough to carry you to the edge and rip a shriek from your throat.

“Good girl,” he croons, “You cum again, princess. Cum for daddy and show mommy what she missed earlier.”

With his permission, you let loose. You gasp for air through ragged inhales. Your back arches and jerks with the weight of the euphoria crashing over you. The pleasure only intensifies when you hear a soft moan come from Ada as she watches you let go. Your eyes screw shut, and you rely completely on Leon to keep you from toppling off his lap to the floor.

Once you’ve been through the high and are on the way down, he clicks off the vibrator. He plants a wet kiss on your cheek and scratches the base of your ears gently. You curl into the love and squish your cheek against his muscular chest.

He smiles down at how sweet you are. His hand rubs up and down your back. “You love daddy’s lap. I think it might be your favorite place,” he whispers.

You nod again, this time the motion coming out slurred and lazy.

“That’s right. That’s cause it’s where good girls like you belong. Daddy always wants his precious little puppy close,” he says, “But I think mommy could use some attention too, yeah?”

You perk up at that, remembering that the other person in the room did in fact need your affection. Climbing off his lap and making your way to the other end of the sofa, you smile at Ada on the way there.

“There’s my girl,” she coos.

Her hand leaves her cunt as her arms open to welcome you. You collide with her and cuddle up to her. Nuzzling her breasts, you loop your arms around her waist.

“I missed you today,” you mumble.

“That’s good because I missed you too. You look like you had fun playing with daddy though,” she says and kisses your nose.

“Mhm, but I still missed you,” you say.

She smiles down at your loving nature and strokes along your jawline. “I think I know a fix for that problem,” she says.

You beam up at her in affirmation, having the same solution in mind. The solution you’d had in mind since she first flashed the seductive garment covering her pussy. You’re beginning to slide South when Leon grabs your ankles and tugs you towards him, speeding up your trip.

“Daddy!” you whine and throw a look over your shoulder.

He chuckles at your small cry of protest. He had undressed himself during the moment between you and Ada. His muscular abdomen was on full display for the both of you with his hard cock hanging between his legs. He steps closer to you, placing his hands on your hips and giving them a firm squeeze.

“Shhh, I think daddy deserves a treat too for playing with you, yeah?” he asks.

“I guess,” you huff. Of course, you would never actually turn down a chance to have Leon’s cock inside you, but you also liked playing annoyed sometimes.

You nuzzle into the junction of Ada’s thighs. Your nose swipes over her center, taking in the heady scent that had heat flowing through you. You kiss and lick at the fabric before pushing it aside. One of your arms secures itself around her leg while the other keeps the black cloth from getting in your way. You dive right into your task, lapping at her slick like it’d been years since you tasted it last.

“Such an eager baby. We never really trained patience into you, did we?” she sighs as her head falls back.

You don’t respond, too enthralled with her folds to register her words. You whimper against her skin. The taste alone is enough to have you squirming, but combine that with her hand smoothing over your head and her soft moans of “that’s it, puppy” and “so good for your mommy” and your own thighs were shifting against one another in search of even more relief than you’d been provided today.

Lucky for you, that wouldn’t be an issue for long. Leon shifts you up, pushing your face deeper into Ada’s cunt in the process. He elevates your hips to where he can access your own pussy. You’re already in the middle of the act, so he doesn’t see the need to tease you. Plus he was already so worked up from the multiple releases he’d watched you go through on his lap.

He slides right in with no resistance thanks to how soaked you were. He groans and sinks all the way in. You let out a satisfied moan but remain focused on Ada. You suck on her clit and flick your tongue on the bud before going back down and licking at her hole with sloppy strokes of your tongue.

He lightly smacks your ass from behind, drawing one more whine from you as he then begins to thrust. Your chin is coated in Ada’s arousal by this point, but that only spurs you on in your fervor.

Her noises gain volume, joining in the chorus of moans coming from you and him. Your noises are slightly muffled since you're buried in her cunt, but his skin slapping against yours with each movement makes up for that lost volume.

“Messy little puppy,” Ada whimpers as she watches you devour her, “Can’t get enough, can you?”

You shake your head as your head bobs up and down, pleasuring each inch of her. He picks up speed behind you, starting to slam into you at a faster pace. You bounce back and reciprocate the thrusts.

“Fuck, look at her go, babe,” he grunts to Ada, “So desperate for daddy’s cock.”

“That’s right,” she breathes, looking up into his eyes, “None of her toys could replace the real thing. She’s always gonna need that the most.”

“Is that true, pup?” he asks you with another slap to your ass. His eyes stay engaged with Ada’s for a moment longer, both sets glossy with lust and consumed with the pleasure you provided.

“Yeah, daddy. Nothing else feels the same,” you pant before pushing your face back against her pussy. Your nose bumps against her clit from the rocking motion of the man behind you.

“Sweetest little puppy in the whole world,” he groans and tilts his head back. He almost loses it when he sees how fast your tail is wagging as he drills into you. “Taking it perfectly, baby. You earned every inch.”

You moan at the praise and lap at her with increased dedication. Your whimpers get stronger and they can both hear it. Ada’s beginning to shake violently as you had when you were on Leon’s lap at the mercy of the vibrator. Her thighs fight the urge to clamp around your head before finally giving in when she reaches the edge.

“Fuck baby that’s it. Make mommy cum,” she moans.

You lick stripes against her pussy with precision, doing it just the way you’d learned she liked. From her noises, you know she’s reaching the boiling point.

“Make mommy cum, and daddy’ll give you a treat, pup. Your favorite treat,” he says.

Your tail starts wagging so fast he thinks it’s gonna fly off at any moment. He also feels you tighten up around him, bringing that special treat even closer to reality. Your fingers dig into the soft flesh of her thighs while keeping the panties as far out of the way as physically possible at the same time.

It’s no time before she seizes up above you and gushes all over your face. You take in every drop you can, not letting up at all as she rides it out. She grips the couch cushion and your head, pulling you impossibly closer. Leon watches the beautiful sight in front of him. Seeing it only serves to drive him to his own edge. He slams into you a few more times. Then he unloads and sprays your favorite treat deep inside you. He fucks it into you, making sure you get it all as he moans and locks his hands on your hips.

You have your own release too. It’s muted compared to the last three, but still enough to have your body rolling and your moans loud enough to be heard from within the confines of Ada’s thighs.

She’s the first to come back to reality. Leon’s pulled out of you and laying back against the cushion while you’ve collapsed where you were. She lifts your head and swings her legs around to sit normally. She places your head back down on her lap and soothingly strokes your head.

“Good girl. You did perfect. We couldn’t ask for more,” she coos.

“Thank you,” you murmur while pressing your face against her legs.

Leon isn’t long after her to rejoin the land of the lucid. He sits up with a few deep breaths and scoops up your lower body to flip you over and hold your legs in his lap. He rubs your belly and watches over you as you sit in the afterglow of all that ecstasy.

“You worked so hard, pup,” he says softly, “We’re so proud of you.”

They both relax and catch their breaths while showering you with gentle touches and kind words. You couldn’t be happier. While you were all tuckered out for today, you couldn’t help your thoughts from drifting to the next time you could play all together again. You float off into a nap as you rest in the loving cocoon of their affection.

[umemiyan]

𝘼 𝙇𝙄𝙏𝙏𝙇𝙀 𝘾𝙇𝙊𝙎𝙀𝙍 𝙀𝘼𝘾𝙃 𝘿𝘼𝙔.

𝗠𝗘𝗚𝗨𝗠𝗜 𝗙𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗨𝗥𝗢 𝗫 𝗙!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥. ⌇ 18+ only, mdni / established relationship, mommy kink (reader referred to as mommy/momma) / hand job / unprotected piv sex / riding / creampie / 2.5k words

the people have spoken!!!! i posted a poll because i needed help deciding who to write mommy kink for first, and my darling megumi ultimately came out ahead. this is like one of my fave kinks of all time so just know that this is not the last you'll see of it. also this might be somewhat ooc idk but fuck it we ball!!!!

He’d been quieter than usual today, and you hadn’t been able to figure out why.

It was in Megumi’s nature to be rather brooding and reserved, but you’d noticed an excess of antisocial behavior ever since he’d woken up this morning. You’d checked in on him, of course, but when he repeatedly insisted that everything was fine, you simply let it go lest you push him further into irritable territory. You would’ve preferred him to be on a more agreeable wavelength since you both were meant to be meeting up with friends later in the day.

His apathetic demeanor didn’t change, however, even in the midst of good food, fun games, and beloved companions. It didn’t cause any of the others any concern seeing that it was rather typical of him, but you knew Megumi well enough to know that something was still brewing beneath the surface, regardless of his denial.

He’d subtly clung to your side the entire time, sulking and waiting for the moment when you’d decided you’d had your fill of entertainment and were ready to go home. That moment hadn’t come fast enough, however, and he found himself growing increasingly impatient.

When the others had become distracted, Megumi took it as an opportunity to push his agenda. Standing next to you, he leaned in close, lips only a few inches away from your ear to keep any eavesdroppers from listening in. “Can we go now?” he mumbled, jaw clenched and voice colored by a somewhat irritable tone.

The smile on your face faded, and you turned your head to look over at him. His expression, though still rather neutral, had a sincere and pleading aura that you couldn’t ignore. You’d decided right then and there that it was time to take your leave.

You placed a kiss against his temple and softly said, “Yeah, baby, of course. Let’s go.”

Much to your friends’ dismay, you’d quickly made your departure and drove home in silence, thinking of ways to hash things out with Megumi once you both arrived home.

Now, closing the door behind you and setting your things down, you watch as your boyfriend quietly pads off to take a seat on the couch, acting as though nothing peculiar had happened at all. You follow behind him and stand with your hands on your hips, peering down at him with a curious gaze.

“So…” you start, “you gonna tell me what’s the matter?”

He looks up at you, expressionless. “Nothing. I just wanted to get out of there.” Megumi sighs when you take a seat next to him. “I got tired of listening to Nobara’s big mouth.”

“You’re used to Nobara’s big mouth,” you reply, not touching or smothering him, but rather speaking softly and maintaining boundaries. “And besides, you’ve been acting off all day, even before the party.”

He doesn’t respond or even look in your direction, so you place a hand under his chin and guide him to meet your gaze. “So, tell me… what’s wrong?”

Your eyes force his to soften almost immediately, but then he responds by gently jerking away with a small scowl and the hint of a blush dusting his cheeks. After a moment, he speaks again. “I guess I was just… hoping we could spend the day together. Alone.”

Your heart swells with both glee and guilt, wishing you’d known before dragging him off to a busy get-together. “Megs, you should’ve told me. We could’ve skipped out.”

“You were looking forward to hanging out with everybody.”

“Yeah, well… I still would’ve cancelled,” you reassure him with a whispery voice, brushing your fingers through the hair against his forehead. “I love those guys, but I love you more.”

Megumi’s blush grows deeper now even as he stares ahead with stoicism, trying to ignore your affection and his own vulnerability, but you don’t let him. You take it upon yourself to slide into his lap, giving him no choice but to face you as you grab his chin and stroke it with your thumb to gain his attention. “Do you hear me? I love you.”

He gulps at the seriousness of your words and then utters with a down-cast gaze, “I love you too.” This makes you smile and lean forward to press a quick kiss against his lips. Little do you know, you’ve already been making his cock twitch all evening, and this moment is certainly no exception. 

“Good,” you say, pressing another little kiss to the tip of his nose. Your sweet words and closeness have suddenly become overwhelming for him, and Megumi can’t help but lean in for another kiss now that you’ve teased him with your familiar taste. It’s soft, but it catches you by surprise given his previous attitude, and it suddenly dawns on you when you feel the way he clutches at your hips that this must be what he’s been waiting for all day.

Megumi often has trouble expressing his wants and needs—some days more than others—so it wasn’t unheard of for him to bottle things up until he couldn’t hold them inside anymore. You’ve always tried to urge him to be more open with you, but it’s a work in progress, and sometimes all you can do is be there for him in the moments he decides to let his walls down. This is one of those moments.

You can tell he’s holding himself back as he kisses you slowly, fingers trying not to dig too harshly into your skin, but you want him to know that he has full permission to ask for what he wants, so you deepen the kiss and move to press your body in closer to his. Megumi accepts without protest and meets your enthusiasm now that you’ve paved the way, licking into your mouth and shuddering when you grind down in his lap.

“Is this what you’ve been wanting?” you ask after pulling back for air. He hesitates for a moment and then nods once with a blissfully innocent look in his eyes despite the way his chest heaves up and down and his cock hardens beneath you. It felt impossible to admit to you earlier that he just wanted you all to himself, but now he regrets not having done it sooner.

You don’t tease him for it, don’t make him feel guilty or inadequate for his lack of communication, but rather tend to him with every bit of love you think he deserves. You give his lips another kiss, then the corner of his mouth, his jaw, and finally up to where your breath lingers just below his ear. You suck there and feel him tense up, fighting back a hiss of arousal now that you’ve gotten him so worked up with your diligent attention.

Kissing different spots along his throat, you wiggle back enough so that you can reach down and palm at the bulge in his pants until his hips twitch responsively. Then, slowly, you begin undoing the button and zipper with a warmth to your voice. “You’re so good for me, Megumi,” you say as you slip your hand into his pants and apply a pressure that makes his breath hitch. Then, you continue lowly in his ear, “Mama’s gonna make you feel better, okay?”

He doesn’t get a chance to respond before you’re tugging at the waistband of his pants and briefs, his hips raising up instinctively to assist you in pulling them down until his cock springs free and streaks his belly with precum. Your words mixed with his obvious arousal causes Megumi’s cheeks to heat up with embarrassment, and all he can do is throw his head back when you rub the tip of your finger across his leaking slit and bring it up to your mouth for a taste.

“Mmm… my beautiful boy. Wish you would let me know when you need me to take care of you.” You feel his fingers grip at you with more intensity as you speak, and he gasps when you drool down onto his length and wrap your hand around it, letting your saliva mix with his pre. “But it’s okay—I’ve got you now.” You stroke him once, then twice, and Megumi has to grit his teeth to keep from cumming right on the spot. You never fail to have him unraveling when he gets like this, and although it’s borderline humiliating for him to get so wound up, he can’t deny that you always make it feel incredible.

His eyes are squeezed shut and jaw clenched as you continue to slick his cock up and stroke it in your fist, working him closer to an orgasm with every second. Even with the building pleasure, he’s as quiet as ever, save for the soft sound of his breath and the occasional stray grunt, so you decide to prod at him a bit.

“Look at me, baby,” you command gently, stroking his cheek with your thumb until he opens his eyes. “Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on; tell me what you need.”

Megumi swallows and breathes, staring into your eyes. “F-feels good…” he says breathlessly, hissing when you thumb beneath the sensitive head of his cock. “Need you to—ah!” A shiver runs down his spine as you pick up your pace and force the words out of him. “Need you to—fu-uck, mommy… fuck me, please.” It tumbles from his lips with little grace but enough desperation to make up for it. There’s already a sheen of sweat on his forehead, and you know that you simply can’t deny his request.

Rising up from his lap, you shimmy out of your pants and let them fall to the floor before retaking your seat, his briefly neglected cock twitching at the sight of your wet cunt. You balance on your knees and bring his tip to brush along your folds only a couple of times before starting to sink yourself onto him, not keen on teasing or making him wait despite your own lack of prep. You know he needs this, so you’re going to provide.

Megumi releases his first real moan at the feeling of you sliding down onto him and surrounding him with your walls, squeezing each inch with your warmth and selflessness. He trembles when you're fully seated, the stretch heating up your core and causing you to clamp down in a way that already has him once again fighting off an orgasm, but he uses every ounce of concentration to keep from releasing so soon. You can tell that he’s struggling with the intensity of it all, so you sit still like this for a few moments to let him soak in the sensations before you start moving. 

Without saying a word, he leans in to hide himself away in your neck, feeling safe tucked in against you and wrapping his arms around your waist. He’s desperate for release, yes, but he’s even more desperate to simply feel you close. He’s already as deep inside you as possible, prodding at your womb, but the depth only increases when he gets to hold you tightly, feeling you against him even through all the layers of clothing that keep you apart.

You place a hand at the back of his neck to offer him more security while he mouths at your skin, then you press a kiss to the side of his head. “I’m gonna start moving now,” you warn him, and he nods, pulling his head back with what looks like tears welling up in his eyes. It makes your heart thump. “Cum whenever you need to, okay?” You’re hardly worried about yourself; you just want him to get as much pleasure out of this as he can, and to not hold himself back for your sake.

Megumi looks at you appreciatively but feels almost pathetic at how needy he is; however, he feels safest when he’s with you, free from harsh judgement, so he does his best to listen to what his body tells him. You rock your hips against him and it feels like heaven for him to slide against your walls, feeling you in the most intimate way possible. It’s almost like the first time all over again, the emotional rawness of it consuming him and leaving him so sensitive that he might as well be a virgin. Every time you strip him down to his fundamental self, there’s always something cosmic about it.

After giving him a few slower rolls of your hips, you start to pick up the pace and use your knees to rise up and down, bouncing yourself on his cock and earning a lovely whimper in return. Megumi’s body relaxes more now that you drop yourself onto him and offer him the most magnificent of pleasures, leaving him wondering why he ever feels the need to hold himself back from you. It’s harder to leave behind old habits than one might think, but you’d consider moments like these to be the markers of significant progress.

The fire in his gut is growing with each second of you squeezing around him, and the wet, rhythmic sound meeting his ears makes Megumi even more flustered than before. He wishes this were one of the times in which he could hold out and use his stamina to make you feel infinitely good in return, but with the way his balls tighten and heart gallops in his chest, he has no choice but to give in to his own pleasure like you ask of him.

“‘M’gonna…” he starts, not fully saying the words, but you know exactly what he means regardless. His breaths are coming more quickly as you keep moving your hips, and every sign is pointing towards his release. 

“That’s okay, baby—you can cum.” It only takes your words and a couple more strokes before he’s whimpering and shooting his load inside you, arms tightening around your waist to keep you in place as every last bit of seed pulses out of him. Megumi presses his forehead to your chest and trembles out the remainder of his orgasm, happily letting you stroke his hair and coo at him while the pleasure incapacitates him.

“Good boy. Mommy’s got you,” you whisper into his hair before pressing a kiss to the top of his head. You hold him there for as long as it takes for him to float back down to earth and go limp in your arms, feeling the wave of relaxation wash over him. Even after he’s come to his senses and looks up at you with hazy eyes and the path from a single tear staining his cheek, you’re not sure you’ll be able to get him to let you go long enough to clean you both up.

So you decide that it can’t hurt to sit here like this for a few more moments, letting your grumpy boy enjoy his bliss while you get the satisfaction of holding him in your arms like no one before you ever has.

[therapycat21]

All Right Now Part 4

Travis Kelce x Famous!Reader Description: The reader catches the eye of famous footballer Travis.

Warnings: None

Social Media AU

I’ve been on cloud 9 since that night, he has been texting and calling me almost every day, calling just to ask if I was feeling okay, what kind of flowers I liked, and how I preferred cats over dogs. For the first time, it feels right, actually true and real. Compared to the last few years and the relationships I’ve been in, this falls at the very top of my list.

Ever since that night at the restaurant I’ve been counting down the days until I get to physically see him again, we both have been so busy with life that I'm only able to see him on Facetime.   

But today is the day of his game against the Jets and I'm so excited to finally see him again, and bring my mom to her first football game. 

My thoughts still swirling, I’m interrupted by a knock on the door, checking the time, I know it’s my mom. I run to the door and open it to see my mom in full Chiefs gear, also wearing a #87 jersey like me. I give her a giant smile before we pull each other into a deep hug. “Ugh, I missed you so much Mommy,” I tell her, getting a little emotional from not seeing her “Oh I missed you too my baby” Our hug lasts a few more seconds before we let each other go. “So, how's Travis?” she asks. Yes, I already told her about him, I can’t not tell her, we’re way too close for me to keep secrets from her.

I try to hide my smile but inevitably it pops out “he’s good, he called me today before heading to the stadium, he’s a little nervous” I tell her, she frowns slightly “Why’s he nervous, he plays absolutely amazing” she tells me “we know that but he’s more nervous about how they'll treat me cause we all know they're gonna be ticked off about me being there and doesn't want it to give me bad press” I tell her slightly frowning.

I look over at her after not hearing her say anything. She is slightly smiling “What are you so smiley about?” I question

“Oh nothing, this is just the first time I’ve ever heard one of your boyfriends actually be concerned for you, your feelings, and your safety.”

 I sigh turning back around and gathering my things to leave “We have not had that talk yet Mom, so please refrain from saying anything about that to him.” “Oh honey if you think that man does not want to be your boyfriend, you are very mistaken, if only you saw how he looks at you,” she tells me grinning.

Looking at her confused, I question “What do you mean how he looks at me?” she belly laughs from the doorway looking at her phone “From when you guys went out to dinner that night, I’m looking at the picture now”. I look at her in a panic and rush to open my phone and find what she is talking about. Opening Instagram I see a post from ENews.

Mouth agape in shock “Oh my god, I can't believe they saw us.” I say out loud. My mom laughs loudly “Honey no offense but you're a famous singer and he’s a famous footballer, of course, they would’ve found out. Look It’ll be okay I promise” I sigh a little in relief from her reassurance.

But I still have to let Travis know, that is what gets my nerves to skyrocket not knowing how he’ll take the information. I shake my hands a bit to shake off some of the nerves hopefully “Ohh man, okay let’s go, we will be even more late if we stay here” I tell her smiling at her assuringly. We both left the apartment.

1 Hour Later in The Chief's Family Suite

We both found our seats and ordered ourselves drinks and some light food. I lean over to my mom “So? How is it so far?” I question smiling at her “Oh honey this is so fun, I wanna do it every weekend” she tells me smiling. 

Before I respond we’re interrupted by someone calling my name I turn around to see Kylie and the two girls. I jump up to go greet them “Hey you guys, I didn’t know you were coming today,” I say while hugging Kylie she hugs me back responding “I know Jason decided last minute to come so his mom didn’t have to drive by herself” I nod smiling before turning my attention to the two girls and bending down to reach them “hey pretty girls” before I can fully greet them they both rush in to hug me “ugh I just love seeing you two” I tell them, letting them both go and standing back upright.

 “Oh you guys, this is my mom Katalina. Mom this is Kylie Travis’s sister-in-law and these two beautiful girls are his nieces” I introduce them. My mom stands to greet them pulling them each into a hug “Oh it is so nice to meet all of you, I heard so much from y/n, do you wanna sit with us over here?” she asks. Kylie smiles before nodding and guiding the girls into the seats between me and her. I look around searching “Where’s Jason?” I ask Ky “Oh he’s grabbing some drinks and snacks with his mom, he should be here soon.” she lets me know “Their mom is here?” I question with a twinge of fear lacing my voice. I can tell she noticed because of the sympathetic look on her face “Don’t worry Trav and Jason have been telling her amazing things about you, I know she’ll love you” she reassures me. I give her a small smile before turning back to my mom waiting for the game to start.  

A few minutes go by before we hear the oh-so-boisterous voice of Jason Kelce. Me and mom turn to face the sound and see Jason with a smaller and shorter woman. We wait for them to greet Kylie and the kids before I stand up to greet Jason “Hey, there my girly!” he says reaching to pull me into a bear hug.

 Laughing I hug him back before letting go and introducing him to Mom, he reaches around and pulls her into a hug before guiding us to meet Donna who he said was his mom's name. “Momma, this is y/n and her mom Katalina” I smile about to reach out and shake her hand before she laughs and pulls me into a motherly hug “Oh it is so nice to meet you sweetheart” After a few seconds she lets go “it’s so nice to meet you too, Travis talks about you all the time” I tell her smiling, she laughs “touche my dear” she smirks at me. I blush before introducing her to my mom. After all of the pleasantries are done we all sit down. My mom was on my right, Donna on my left with Jason and the kids, and Kylie on her left.

The game finally starts and we finally see Travis run out onto the field with the other players. Once the players are settled on the field I see him look over and up straight at me with a soft fond smile on his face, he slightly waves at me before turning back to the game.

I blush and turn to see his action brought attention to me in the suite. I look down to see some of the crowd taking pictures and videos. I catch the eye of one of the fans before smiling, blowing them a kiss, and waving at them.  A few minutes of this go by before everyone goes back to the game with fans occasionally looking back up here at us. In the meantime, me, my mom and Donna are all laughing and making jokes together. (if only I knew what gonna come from that on the internet). 

And as expected I look up from the field to the jumbo, smiling as I see my own face. I give a quick smile and wave before turning around and showing my jersey number with a proud smile on my face. Everyone gives a laugh before I sit back down and the jumbo goes back to the game.

The laughter halts for a moment after seeing Pat throw the ball and Travis jumps to catch it, everyone stands up jumping and cheering as Travis runs to make the touchdown with them winning the game against the Jets. The stadium breaks into hollers and screams, me included. Kylie still standing screaming for Travis reaches over and hugs me before Donna pulls me into a hug. We all hug each other before everyone calms down as Travis does his touchdown dance.

As the excitement dies down, everyone starts to gather their belonging. I’m then approached by one of the workers. “Hello, we were asked to escort you down to Travis and the car is that okay?” he asks me I look over at my mom, and she gives me a smile slightly pushing me towards the doors “go, it’s okay Donna and I are gonna go out to eat and talk some, okay” I smile reaching over to give her a big hug telling her I love her, I do the same to Donna “tell him he played amazing for me and I love him” she tells me I give her quick nod before nodding to the man and rushing over to go see Travis.

After a few minutes of walking, we hit the elevator the man guides me in before pushing the button to go down, a few silent seconds go by before the man slightly turns towards me “I’m sorry if this is unprofessional but Is it okay If I get a picture with you for my daughter? She loves your music” I look at him “Absolutely and believe me you’re not being unprofessional, how about I make a video for her, what’s her name ” he smiles reaching to fish his phone put “Her name is Jessica” I smile as he turns to video and I lean over to say a few words to her before he thanks me to put his phone away. I grab my phone and ask for his information “Is it okay if I get your information, I’d like to send her some stuff if that’s okay” I ask. He looks at me in shock before hurriedly nodding at me “Of course, you just made me the father of the year” he jokes at me, we laugh and talk a few more before the doors open and we’re greeted by Travis leaning against the wall with a few teammates. He gives them quick goodbyes before I walk out.

He makes quick strides toward me lifting me into a deep hug, his face pressed into the side of my hair. “Oh I missed you so much,” he tells me still hugging me. I relish in the feeling of his warmth before responding “I missed you too” he lets me go putting my feet back onto the ground “Oh by the way your mom asked me to tell you that you played amazing and she loves you” he gives a fond smile before it turns quizzical “you and my mom talked?” he questions. I panic a little “I’m sorry I didn’t know she was gonna be the—” he cuts me off with a laugh “Baby, it wasn't a bad thing you talked to my mom I was just surprised I thought she wasn't coming to this game that’s why” I sigh in relief happy he isn't upset “yeah Kylie said Jason decided to come last minute and drove your mom too” I tell him. He nods understanding.

“Anyway, did you wanna go home and watch a movie and chill for the night?” he questions. I nod profusely, excited for a chill night in before a concert the next day. “Yes please” I smile at him he gives me a nod before grabbing my hand and turning me towards the doors using his other hand to brush the back of my head pulling my forehead to kiss it “Oh you’re so adorable,” he tells me before stopping abruptly “what’s wrong?” I question he turns towards me “I was about to walk out this door exposing us to the world before asking you if you’re okay walking in public together yet?” I blush a little before raising my hand to his cheek “I am totally okay with being seen in public with you” I tell him proudly. He blushes turning his head down before nodding and clasping my hand in his leaning down and brushing his lips over mine. “Alright let’s go announce to the world I am the proud boyfriend of the infamous y/n l/n,” he says pulling my arm. “Ho ho hold on there a sec, boyfriend?” I question pulling my arm from his hand to get him to stop walking. He looks at me sideways “Um yeah, In case you didn’t know we’ve been together since I even looked at you that cool with you?” he smirks at me staring intensely. I blush underneath his gaze I ponder for a second “Yeah, yeah it’s cool with me.” I tell him before turning back to the door.

He nods also turning back to the door and we are then blinded by flashing lights as we are engulfed in the sounds of flashing cameras and screaming fans.

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Got a little request 🤭 so jack has always been the fun parent while y/n is the bad one and puts her foot down Intill one day jack comes home and sees one of the little ones disrespect y/n there mom by maybe hitting her or screaming and y/n had an argument before that jack needs to put his foot down at times and not let things slide Intill he witness and saw what he saw his kid was doing to his mom jack was livid and let’s say the bad cop definitely came out of him

Good/Bad Parent

Jack had always been the fun parent, always bringing laughter into their household, while Y/N was the one enforcing discipline and rules. 

Parenting style was always a topic in their arguments, either because Y/N was too strict, or Jack was too relaxed. But they always found a way to meet in the middle. 

One night, Jack came home after a long recording studio session and wanting nothing more than to relax in peace and quiet. To his surprise, their home was more like a chaotic scene. 

Aitana was in the midst if a tantrum, screaming and hitting Y/N in frustration, as Y/N attempted to deescalate the situation, but it was clear it had escalated beyond her control. 

Jack quickly moved Y/N to the side. 

“Aitana! We don’t hit or scream at each other in this household!” Jack said in a calm but authoritative voice. 

“But daddy!” she whined. 

“I don’t wanna hear it. You’re grounded. Apologize now to your mom and go to your room” he said sternly. 

Aitana had never seen Jack angry and was taken back. She looked at him with sad eyes as tears started streaming from her face, then turned to Y/N. 

“I’m sorry mommy” she softly said. 

Then she quietly went to her bedroom. 

“Hey, are you ok?” he turned to Y/N. 

Y/N nodded.

“I’m sorry. I thought you were exaggerating when you said I was too relaxed. You were right. I see it now” 

“It’s ok Jack” 

“No, it’s not ok. Clearly, I would’ve known If I was here more. Supporting you” 

“You are supporting me. You provide for all of us” 

“But what kind of parent am I, if I’m not doing my job as a parent?” 

Y/n went quiet.

“You don’t have to do this alone. That’s what I’m here for” he cupped her cheek. 

“Thanks Jack”

Jack gave her a faint smile. 

“Don’t mention it” he kissed her. “Wanna go to bed?” 

“Yeah” 

After changing into comfier clothes, they started getting into bed, when they heard small footsteps by the bedroom hall. 

“Mommy? Daddy?”

“Yes Aitana?” Jack responds. 

“Can I come in?” 

“Yeah” 

Aitana quietly enters their room. 

“Is there something you want to say to your mom?”

She nods and turns to Y/N. 

“I’m sorry mommy” she said before hugging Y/N tightly and burying her face in her chest. 

“It’s ok baby. I forgive you” she kissed the top of her head. “Just promise you won’t do that again” 

“I promise”

“Good girl. Now it’s time to go to bed. Say goodnight to mommy” he smiled at her. 

“Goodnight mommy” she hugged Y/N again. “Love you”

“I love you sweetie” she kissed her cheek. 

Jack took her hand and they walked to her bedroom.

[puddleofpins]

Why Catnap/Theodore worships the Prototype

This theory contains spoilers for Poppy Playtime Chapter 3. Buckle up, this post is not short. tw for mentions of abuse, many mentions of Christianity/Catholicism and its teachings, enforced religious (specifically Christianity) doctrine, mentions of fictional torture/punishment and inhumane experiments

I’ve seen a few people noticing Catnap/Theodore Grambell was…religious in his devotion to the Prototype, and asking why he’s like this. There’s some hints and pieces to put together that puzzle

1. Catnap uses many words/phrases associated with Christianity (and pretty much all of its branched off religions) to refer to the Prototype and what he means to him. Such as:

• “Salvation”- which means liberation/given freedom from suffering, sin, and evil (referring to the experiments being done on the children by the scientists) This word is used 114 times in the Old Testament of the Bible

• “Rejoice in Him” - Luke 1:47: “and my spirit rejoices in God my savior”

• “my somniferous flock” - referring to Jesus, the son of God, being a shepherd of sheep and also his disciples (yes this does imply Catnap sees himself as a higher being, but only after he is turned into Catnap)

2. Having a shrine to the Prototype, and holding his hands up in prayer/worship to him, like a priest or pastor (or now that I look at it, like Jesus is depicted in many statues)

3. Punishing “heretics” like Dogday, who don’t believe in Catnap’s belief that the Prototype is their savior (this honestly even resembles crucifixion {a punishment used against criminals in the time of the origins of Christianity} with Dogday being held up in a ✝️-like position)

But again, why does he do this? Theodore Grambell seems like a normal child up until then.

We gotta look at the location of Playtime Co.

Now, we haven’t yet been given an exact location, but in a poster in one of the prior chapters it says the Midwest, referring to the Midwestern region in America

doing a few google searches, I found this

Catholic churches, and (I’m assuming the orphanages they hosted) run on donations, and that’s why they are not taxed by the states that they’re in. Oftentimes these orphanages had extremely poor conditions because of low funding and in turn high rates of abuse and even death of the children.

Playtime Co. could’ve bought out countless Catholic orphanages with “donations” to the churches they’re connected to. This would’ve been extremely easy with the lack of regulations and the power of money

There aren’t anymore traditional orphanages in the states today, but 300 is not a number to scoff at. And I’m aware that orphanages in the USA were all closed by 1960, but Poppy was created in 1950. I believe that MOB Entertainment got wonky with the timeline for storytelling purposes because creating Living Sentient Toys in 1950 does not align with real life technological advancements.

What I’m getting at is: I believe Theodore Grambell and other orphans were bought from Catholic orphanages (not all of them of course, just a good chunk of the orphans). Either that, or Theodore was an orphan attending a Catholic school, who was then bought out by Playtime Co.

Think about it, at first, the Playcare must’ve been like heaven to little Theo, especially in comparison to the possible abuse he experienced due to being raised in a Catholic orphanage. Everything is colorful. The adults are so nice and caring, unlike those mean and strict nuns. There’s even toys who can talk and interact with them! All of their needs are provided for, and there’s even dedicated areas to play and have fun!

but then Theo probably starts to see the cracks in this oasis, this heaven:

• Playcare is literally underground and the children are not allowed to go outside

• Anytime one of the children experiences something horrific or abnormal because of a feature of Playcare/Playtime Co. (like Marie Payne who become Mommy Longlegs, or the mentioned “Kevin” in the third tape found in Ch.3) they’re never seen again

• The orphans being said “selected” by the doctors, instead of saying that they were adopted, in I believe the 4th tape

And definitely a lot of other signs I haven’t mentioned, because there must’ve been much more than just what’s been listed.

So Theo starts to get a little wary of what’s around him, a little less trusting of the adults who have been taking care of him and his fellow orphans. This place becomes a little less like heaven and a little more false.

but then he meets a friend!!!!

{insert the picture Theo drew of the Prototype under his bed, because I’m on mobile and have already hit the limit of 10 pictures per mobile post}

A friend that only interacts with him. A friend that is only seen by him, only heard by him, that disappears whenever anyone else comes around. A friend that people don’t believe is real. A friend that sees and hears everything. A friend that gives him little missions because that friend has deemed him worthy of them.

Do you know who that friend sounds like?

God. Or one of the angels sent by God.

THEN on one of these missions, Theodore accidentally gets hurt. He’s electrocuted and close to dying, but his friend who was watching over him saves him from death.

And even after Theo almost dies, he stills tries his hardest to complete these missions give to him by his friend. Because why wouldn’t he? This friend is so special. This friend saved his life because Theo almost died trying to complete the mission he gave him. This friend who is so knowing to the point of being “divine”. This friend who is so similar to the “God” that the nuns he spent his early days with talked about nonstop, he has to be Him.

This leads to Theo being found out and taken as a test subject himself, and subsequently being turned into Catnap; which meant going through horrific and painful experiments. Theo may interpret this as “punishment from following the words and teachings of his God” (definitely an equivalent of Jesus being tortured before his death on the cross), so he might consider himself a bit of a martyr.

Now Theo is no longer a little human boy. Theo is Catnap, and Catnap is much more powerful than humans. He became Catnap because he followed what his Lord told him to do. He was reborn as Catnap because he was such a devoted follower, and now he can complete his Lord’s work even better than he could as a human (literally paralleling Jesus being resurrected).

If we want to get even deeper into this theory and the Christianity parallels, look at Theo’s age and when Catnap was created. It says on the wiki that he was born in the 1980s, and he’s 7 at the time he’s introduced to Playtime Co, which means the year is now 1987. Catnap is made in 1990. That’s 3 years. Jesus after he was beaten, tortured, crucified, and killed, was sealed in a cave. It took 3 days for Jesus to resurrect.

So yeah, Theo was a kid from a Catholic orphanage that was bought out by Playtime Co., who was indoctrinated into Catholicism because he was taught it at such a young age. He’s freed from a hell of an orphanage, to be brought to a false heaven, which leads him to meet his God. That’s why Catnap acts the way he does.

[v-ternus]

One More

t4t Rain and Sunshine

| MDNI | 18+ |

//cunt, pussy, clit for Rain//

//dick for Sunshine//

Contains: oral, fingering, p in v, mommy kink, crying, praise kink, thigh riding, multiple orgasms, overstimulation

This one is quick! (compared to the others I have lined up 😳)

-Vee

“I know you have one more for me Rainy” 

This’ll be the third orgasm wrenched out of him. They started with a vibrator, held directly on his clit and his first orgasm came quick. She held it on him till he started shaking from the overstimulation. The only break he got was when she turned off the toy and moved to set it on the nightstand. She was back on him in an instant, with her mouth this time. She took a moment to blow on his abused clit, still sensitive from the vibrator. He shivered. 

He started begging then, clawing his fingers into her hair, grabbing at her horns. Too much. I cant. Sunny please. Her eyes flickered up towards him and he knew where he fucked up. Sunshine gave his clit a harsh suck and he was quick to correct himself. “Im sorry mommy! I’ll be good.” She kept lapping at his leaking hole, every drag coaxing more slick out. She was drunk on his taste, so sweet and undeniably Rain. When she’d had her fill, she moved back to suck on his clit. She was relentless as she laved her tongue along the underside. The warmth of her mouth brought him to the edge with a shout. His legs locked around Sunshine’s head. 

She praised him then, a slew of good boy Rainy, you did so well. Mommy is going to make you feel so good. He would’ve been happy, but he couldn’t process the words, his brain was too busy melting out of his ears. 

She came up for a kiss and started fucking his own slick into his mouth. Her fingers found their way to his cunt again and she gently slid them up and down his slit. She ghosted her lips across his cheek and lowered herself to his ear. One more Rainy, then you get mommy’s cock in your perfect little cunt. 

It’s how he found himself here— grinding on her thigh and her fingers rubbing circles on his clit.  She wanted him to do a little bit of work for this one. “That’s a good boy, go ahead. I know you’re almost there.” 

But he wasn’t. Each grind was an assault on his sensitive pussy, more pain than pleasure. Each roll of his hips pushed his clit harder against Sunny’s fingers and tears were pooling behind his eyes. All he could do was whine against her neck.

Sunny got annoyed, she was done waiting.  She cooed at him, “Let me help you baby,” Her free hand found his hips and guided him back and forth, she held him down tighter against her thigh. The circles around his clit got faster and the drag against his pussy got harder. He was seeing stars, he was so close and he wished it was over. 

One more. 

The words rang out in his head and his vision went blank. He felt a gush of fluid under him as he shook in her grasp. Rain’s mouth was hung open, and groans rose from deep in his chest. Sunshine wrapped her arms around his waist and held him tight, letting him ride out his orgasm. She could feel him twitching.

“What do you say baby?” Rain willed his tears away, and choked out a strained thank you mommy. 

“Good boy raincloud. Good boys deserve rewards.” She picked him up off of her, holding him with a firm grip under his legs. She moved them both to the top of the bed, laying him down gently. She dipped down to kiss him. It was soft, slow and sloppy. She surrendered to him for a moment— letting him lick into her mouth, letting him drag his tongue against her teeth. She gave him his fun and let him nip at her lip as he pulled away to breathe. 

Peace. 

It was quickly knocked out of him when he felt her cock against his raw clit. Three orgasms left him sore and every part of him felt like it was on fire. His eyes shot open and saw Sunny with her sinister grin. She pushed the head of her cock in to Rains warm hole. What a wet pussy.

She dipped down to lick a tear off of Rain’s face. 

Rain was choking on his sobs.

[sysba]

untitled twc drabble

this has no title because the doc where i drafted it is just called "mommy issues" and it says all you need to know about it. told @night-triumphantt edith would say something to rebecca after that book 3 birthday flashback/convo so here it is, unfiltered unedited brainrot happy sunday i love siblings<3 i love hating rebecca<3

Edith’s eyes are fixed on the same spot even after Kiara leaves, a scowl so deep one would guess the door personally insulted her; in the busy aftermath of the mission no one seems to notice her troubled look, or the subtle shake of her shoulders as she folds her arms impossibly tight.

She swallows once. Then again. 

It’s been like this ever since she’s started working with Unit Bravo: she’s been biting her tongue, pushing down words that would’ve darted out of her before and hit their bullseye. Instead she’s been stuck with this acrid taste in her mouth, uncharacteristically docile as she ends unborn conversations and walks away before the hellos.

And that’s what her every instinct is telling her to do now, too. Say nothing, walk away. It’s the smart choice, the self-preserving one. But when it comes to her sister she can’t afford to do damage control.

“You don’t listen to her.” It’s out of her mouth before she can think twice of it, her tone clipped and decisive.

She hasn’t yelled, has not even raised her voice, but she feels like she might have. Everyone stops, sensing the shift in the air. 

Rebecca is frozen on the spot, looking right at Edith like she just threw ice water on her. Like she knew the accusation was directed at her.

Unit Bravo glances between them in confusion, but nobody speaks. Edith doesn’t even spare a quick look their way, all of her focus on Rebecca. She steels herself. 

Too late to go back now.

“You never listen to her.” She doesn’t have to say Kiara’s name to see Rebecca’s unyielding features soften, settling into hurt. “She told you she was hurt, and you made it about yourself.” 

Again. That last word hangs between them, unspoken and unforgiving.

Rebecca frowns. “That was not my intention.”

“It never is, no,” Edith sighs through her nose, shoulders falling a bit. 

Tiring, so tiring… She wants to do this for Kiara, stand up for her because she won’t, but it’s as if every cutting word she aims at Rebecca is shot back at her. 

She hugs herself tighter, the blood on her tongue feeling almost as sickening as her next words. “You remember organising a kids’ birthday party and feeling guilty about having to miss it. What I remember is a seven-year-old kid in a dress too big for her, trying not cry in front of all of her friends after you left. Even saved you a slice of cake that she knew was gonna get thrown away. She was staring up at me with those giant weepy eyes and I couldn’t do shit about it.”

“Edith…” Rebecca’s tone is soft, regretful, and it’s but a water drop on a pyre. “That wasn’t your responsibility.” 

“Then why’d you leave me to pick up your slack, huh?” Edith snaps, then reins herself in when she notices the way Nate is looking at her. “Whatever, that’s not what I–” Her jaw clenches briefly as she looks away. 

That’s not what she wants to talk about, it doesn’t matter. She’s glad Kiara isn’t here right now, lest she think she resents her. Truth is, taking care of her sister was never something Edith did just because there was no one else. It was a choice, one that she hasn’t stopped making (because having to choose, she would always choose Kiara). 

But telling Rebecca where she went wrong as a mother somewhat means reminding her she has two kids, something Edith is not all too keen on doing. It’s the same as throwing a grenade and then stand there, waiting for the shrapnel to tear into you. 

Right now I’d pick the fucking grenade. 

Edith’s lips purse as she meets Rebecca’s gaze again. “Two days later, at school, one of Kiara’s classmates made fun of her. Said ‘not even her mom cared about her birthday.’ I threw my lunch at him during break and got sent to the principal, so they called you. You didn’t show up there either,” she adds the last part with a smirk so venomous Rebecca almost recoils.

It’s true, though. Rebecca was too busy at work that day, so she had sent a sitter instead. And then grounded Edith for “using her hands and not her words”... as if a cold cheeseburger hurled at your head would hurt as bad as a punch.

Rebecca fidgets on the spot, the few wrinkles on her face more evident as her brow furrows in guilt. Edith can sense the apology before it comes.

“I am–”

“Don’t.” She doesn’t need any of this from her mother, doesn’t need her to be sorry. It’s too late for the two of them, anyway. 

But maybe there’s something they can both fix. 

“That’s not why I’m telling you. You get that, right?”

Edith’s gaze pierces through Rebecca, who faces it bravely this time. Eventually she nods, lips pursed and poise stiff. 

“I’ll do better. I want to be better… for her.”

Edith smiles at that. It’s bittersweet, and not all that trustful, but it’s there. 

Maybe there is something the two of them have in common, after all.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

I will not add anything to that last reply because it was absolutely CHEF’S KISS— we love our sad man getting some well deserved cuddles from his baby <3

But I will go back to our talk from this morning/last night/whatever time it was for you then about Joel’s wife

I actually realized I got my math wrong (very surprising 😐) and Sarah was actually FOURTEEN when she died in the show which makes Joel becoming a dad at TWENTY TWO!!!!!!!! Anyways

Totally agree on everything you said but if I can just add: if the mom (let’s call her that because it’s shorter and I’m a lazy ass) had ever voiced the SLIGHTEST discomfort or fear or whatever, Joel would’ve been right next to her, trying to figure out a way to lighten the weight on her shoulders.

She says she doesn’t feel like herself anymore? It’s okay babe, take a bath and I’ll put the baby to sleep and make you some dinner

She says all her friends are traveling and having fun and enjoying their 20s? No problem, I’ll watch the baby tonight and you can catch up with the girls

She says she feels depressed—probably postpartum depression— and being around the baby is too much because she feels like she’s failing? Joel makes sure to help whenever and wherever he can, reminds her that she’s a real fucking force of nature and he’s proud of her; he doesn’t care if he has to say it ten times a day, he’ll say it how many times she needs to hear it

She says she doesn’t know how she can handle all this when he’s away all day? He’ll take all his lunch breaks to spend some time home even if it means barely eating anything and he’ll try to come home as much as he can AT THE SAME TIME he will be taking as many shifts as possible because let’s say the mom is finishing college or she wants to finish her studies or whatever so she can’t work and bring money

Joel doesn’t care about exhaustion or sounds cheesy or whatever, all he cares about is his family.

BUT THEN she just gets tired of it. This is not the life for her. She didn’t even want a kid in the first place and now she has to sacrifice her entire life? She kept it because Joel seemed so happy about it, because even if they would be tight on the money and he’d give up the “young, married couple” phase, they’d have a baby— a mini human half him, half her and he couldn’t see the bad side to that.

And when she leaves, Joel is so lost.

Every night, baby Sarah wakes up and she misses her mama so much. She asks for her constantly. She cries. Piercing screams that break his heart over and over again. Joel has no idea what to do. How can he explain to a baby what’s going on?

And he’s exhausted. He works days and nights, barely has time to eat or shower or do any normal human thing. He’s up for night bottles and he has to figure out how to care for the baby when she’s sick and no one can watch her.

But, the worst part are the night when she wakes up and all she wants is her mommy. Because it’s the moments where joel feels the most useless, the most incapable of dealing with it.

He can’t replace her mom, he can’t calm down his baby because what she needs is the only thing he can’t give her.

And it makes him feel so powerless.

There are some night where he feels like giving up. It’s too much for one person to handle. Sarah deserves a real family. A mom and a dad who know what they’re doing. Not some 20 something fucker who gets the wrong diaper size half of the time.

But then…then he brings her to bed with him and she falls asleep on his chest, tightly holding onto his thumb.

And Joel knows he can’t give that up. It’s hard. It’s so hard he can’t see the end of it. But he adores that little girl. She’s all he has. She’s his entire world and he would snatch the moon and all the stars in the sky if it means seeing the toothy smile and hear the soft “dada” and have her lay on his chest a bit longer.

So Joel carries on. He becomes the dad and the mom, the nurse, the hairdresser, the teacher. Everything a child needs.

Sometimes he messes up, sure. But he learns from his mistakes and yeah, he even gets some help.

The nice teacher notices how Sarah’s pigtails aren’t quite on the same level but she knows about Joel’s situation so she tells him “hey, if you bring her a bit early in the morning with a brush and some hair ties, I can do that for you or at least show you”

The dad next door makes sure to invite Joel for BBQs and always invite Sarah on saturdays to play with the kids, that way Joel can go to work and come home with a bathed, fed and happy child.

Tommy always helps for tea parties, birthdays, whenever he can give a hand because yeah, his big brother has been through too much shit to just deal with everything all by himself—even if sometimes he’s too proud to ask for help

So my point is, Sarah’s mom, really screw you. And Joel, baby, I’m proud of you and I love you, you’re doing a great job <3

Now all I can think about is Joel with a baby on his chest... damn you!!!!!!!!!!! 😫😫😫😫

I feel like the fact itself that he tried so hard and she still left him would absolutely break him. Because he would be there thinking that maybe he missed something, maybe he still didn't do enough, maybe he is just not good enough as it is. It would mess with his head so bad. But yeah... Joel has to stay strong for Sarah and I feel like all the little smiles, giggles that she would give Joel would make it all one hundred times better. He knows that he would never be able to give Sarah up. Now it's Joel and Sarah against the world.

[agirlwithachakram]

"Am I gay?"

"Oh, sweetie, no, everyone likes prostate stimulation."

"Oh thank god I'm still straight. No, you ass, I mean not bisexual."

"Well, let's see. Spend all your time with a guy who has propositioned you at least once a week since we met, go through wives like you're trying to prove something, but you cheat on them because they're not enough, favorite hooker is taller than you, and your last girlfriend was bossy, which you liked because then you can just do what she says and it's easy to love her, and also she was basically me, who you're screwing now. You had a threesome and you complained about it. Yeah. You're gay."

"But I did love Amber."

"So you had an exception, everyone does."

"Fuck. You're right."

"You're just gonna take my word as law?"

"You make a compelling argument!"

"You need to think for yourself."

"Fine. I'm straight and I've been humoring you this whole time."

"That's so sweet of you."

"Don't people know when they're gay?"

"I know. I was inside you five minutes ago."

"Shouldn't it be about what you do like instead of what you don't? How did you know you were bi?"

"I saw a cute guy start a bar fight over Billy Joel and it gave me funny feelings in my pants, and my mommy said—"

"All right, all right. Wait, seriously?"

"Uh…yeah. Well, there was a guy in college, but we were pretty hammered. Most times."

"You've been following me around this whole time because you wanted to fuck me from the start?"

"More or less."

"But I wasn't even interested. Or, I was, but I didn't…"

"When you're in love, you do stupid stuff."

"I would've had other crushes, at least. Right?"

"You did."

"I did?"

"Yep. I can count like six dudes you got weird about."

"Like six?"

"Seven. You don't remember because you're incapable of centering your own desires."

"That's not…completely true."

"Remember when you had a mid-cancer crisis and bought a sports car you couldn't drive and ate a giant steak and all to see a woman you don't even care about? You reinvented yourself as a sitcom divorcee."

"I…like things on my own. I like theatre. That's not a guy thing."

"It is if you're gay."

"But I didn't know I was—"

"You subsume yourself and your own desires because you're still guilty about your brother to the point that you don't even know what you want. Amber told you to make your own choice and you went with her preference. I told you to pick out one thing you wanted and you got me a present. Most people know they're gay. You couldn't possibly."

"I hate when you monologue about me."

"Am I wrong?"

"No, that's what I hate about it. You're exhausting."

"You like it. We could have a guy threesome. Boys night."

"I don't even know why I care at this point, it's not like I have time to marry anyone else." Pause. "A what?"

"Dude threesome. Eiffel tower."

"No, no. They're too much work."

"Or, you think they are because you're not actually into chicks."

"I…don't know if that was why."

"I've had tons of threesomes, they're fun."

"With professionals."

"Yeah, you had one too."

"Oh goddamnit."

"Chase has good threesomes with civilians."

"I put off homosexuality for thirty years."

"Sounds like it."

"I wasted my entire sexual life."

"Not all of it."

"Fuck."

"Sure! You know I'd never deny you."

"You're ready to go again? I'm not. Hey, you said you liked it."

"Sex?"

"No, the organ, the—Don't say penis. You said you liked what it said about me."

"Uh, yeah, I liked the organ. That doesn't mean it's good for you, that means I like presents. And attention. And you."

"You're mean."

"You like mean."

"Well at least I like something."

"Where are you going? What's on the laptop?"

"I am getting us tickets to the nearest regional theater."

"Oh no."

"Looks like they're doing A Chorus Line. That's fun. I seem to remember you loving that show."

"Wilson. Plays are for making people have sex with you. Musicals are for when you're really desperate."

"And if you're desperate to have sex with me again, you know what to do."

"Fine. But you have to come cuddle now."

"I will. Once I order the tickets."

Snort.

"What?"

"Gaaaaaaaaaaaay."

(This is a complete fic but here’s the AO3 link)

[cherrypeaking]

hi cherry~~ :3 i wasn't able to make it to the bakery today to try the eclairs nor was i able to get the ice cream or snacks i was looking for BUT i did get to visit an italian deli with my mom today!!

it was soo nice~ i ended up getting a sandwich along with a loaf of sourdough bread (i was so convinced that i wouldn't like it since i've never liked sourdough but it was so good!!), some spinach artichoke dip, and some other stuff :> (you'll see in the video i've hopefully sent by now hehe)

the sandwich i got had gravy and i told the guy to put the gravy on the sandwich instead of on the side, and it was so... soggy :( like i was so disappointed i couldn't finish it bc the mouth-feel was an absolute nightmare 🤢 it was like eating a soggy dish sponge >< not the biggest fan... the sourdough bread with the spinach artichoke dip was so good though!

i was so impressed seeing things like fresh pasta sold in the refrigerator aisle. do grocery stores in your area have things like that?? i've never seen such a thing before! the only kind of pasta i've seen sold in stores is the dry kind they sell in a box :o

today was fun but it really had me feeling like someone ran me over (probably bc i was sitting in the hot sun for 40 minutes waiting for my ride home 😭😭😭) but it's always a relief to come back home from days like these and talk to you~ you really are such a comforting presence, my love <3

i hope you slept well baby 🥺🩵 and i hope the ice cream you got today was super good!! just now realizing we talk about food a lot dhjshg but there's no harm in that, not when it's one of the many ways we can feel connected to each other 🥺🥺 i'm missing you a lot right now, i'll be working on my teleportation skills so we can finally see each other >< 🩵🩷 and i can cuddle you and bite you like i've always been wanting to >:3

can't wait to talk again soon!! i love you so so much~ ( ˘ ³˘)♥

mommyyyy omg!! i watched your video before getting to the ask so now i know what the other stuff was and i’m so glad you liked it (despite the sogginess of the sandwich ugh >_<) 🩷🩷 and you looked so 🥺🥺😭🩷🩷

i’ve never had sourdough bread before i think… and i don’t really like artichoke so i don’t know if i’d like the dip but who knows 🥹 i tend to be pretty… obvious when i taste something and end up not liking it 😳😖

wait they sell fresh pasta?? oh no i’ve only heard of the hard one just like you in a box i think… like you gotta microwave it… 🤔

mommy i hate that it was so hot yesterday ;///; the only hot one is you ��🩷 why is spring basically over already 😭😭😭 i’m glad you got home safely and didn’t get a headache 🥺

you’re such a comforting presence for me too my love 🥺🥺😚🩷 i missed you a lot too 🥺🥺 so the ice cream was nice!! but i’m pretty sure the one i initially wanted would’ve been even better fhdbfbdb ehh it’s okay >_< true we do talk a lot about food but can’t help it food is life!! 😭😭

i love you so much mommy the pictures are so cute tyunning are the cutest and so are the little bears… as cute as you my love 🥺😚🩷🩷

[ariaprcntiss]

come home.

aria sat quietly in the backseat of the car, her eyes fixed on the darkening sky outside. the ride home from ballet rehearsal was silent, except for the occasional sniffle she tried to muffle. her mother’s earlier words still echoed in her mind, sharp and cold.

“i can’t believe you let your hair get like that, aria marie. you looked a mess up there, not to mention the embarrassment it caused me.” her mother’s voice had been icy, her gaze critical as she glanced at aria in the rearview mirror. “i’m sure everyone will have something to say about the ambassadors daughter with fly-aways.”

aria spoke out, her voice soft.

“i’m sorry mommy.”

elizabeth raised her brow, almost immediately scolding her. 

“try again.”

aria frowned more if it was possible.

“im sorry, mother.”

the day aria turned four, she wasn’t allowed to call elizabeth ‘mommy’ - she was to call her mother. but she of course slipped here and there. she was a child. 

aria had wanted to argue, to say that emily always did her hair before rehearsal, that she didn’t know how to do it as perfectly as her older sister always did. but she said nothing, just nodded and bit her lip, trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill over. crying wasn’t allowed, especially in public. 

ballet wasn’t fun anymore. emily always took aria to and from rehearsals. so did her hair for her and spoke softy when she did it. she helped her lace her ribbons and have them cut just right.

when they finally arrived home, aria slipped out of the car without a word, her small ballet bag clutched tightly in her hands. she didn’t wait for her mother; she didn’t want to hear any more criticism or disappointment. all she wanted was emily. but emily wasn’t there. she hadn’t been for six weeks, even though she promised it would only be two. the thought made her chest ache, and she hurried up the stairs to her room, eager to hide away from the world.

aria’s room was quiet, a small sanctuary where she could still feel a little bit of emily’s presence, even though her sister was gone. the bed was made neatly, the way emily used to make it for her, and a few of emily’s old books still sat on the shelf, their spines worn from being read over and over. they were college level books, and she couldn’t understand half of them. but they were her sisters, and she wanted any object to make her feel close. 

but as aria walked over to the mirror and began to take down her poorly pinned bun, she saw something that made her pause. her reflection stared back at her, and for a moment, she could see emily looking back. the curve of her nose, the shape of her eyes and their color —she was starting to look more and more like her older sister, the sister who had always taken care of her, who had always been there to protect her from their mother’s harsh words. to show her love.

the tears she had been holding back all evening finally broke free, spilling down her cheeks as she yanked the hair tie out of her now tangled hair. she didn’t want to look like emily. not if it meant missing her this much. not if it meant being reminded every day that emily wasn’t coming back like she promised. aria wanted to scream, to cry out for her sister, to tell her to come home, but she knew it wouldn’t do any good. emily was gone, and she was all alone.

after changing into her pajamas, aria padded into the bathroom to brush her teeth. the routine was mechanical, something she could do without thinking, but tonight it felt different. the reflection in the mirror blurred as her eyes filled with tears again, and she spat out the toothpaste, wiping her mouth with the back of her palm. some of the toothpaste suds had gotten onto her pajama shirt, which if noticed by her mother, would’ve been something else for her to complain about. emily would’ve gotten it off for her. 

 “why did you leave me?,” she whispered, her voice trembling with the weight of her grief as she looked down at the paste stain.

but the bathroom was empty, silent except for the sound of her whimpered breathing. aria walked to the window in her bedroom, looking up at the stars. she enjoyed the night sky when emily would sit with her – but now it seemed so big. so scary. like it would swallow her if somehow gravity stopped. her eyes fixated on a shooting star, her lip quivered. maybe this was her chance. aria closed her eyes, swallowing the lump in her throat. 

“please bring me back my emmy. i want someone to love me again. i'll be good, i promise."

her voice cracked, filled with a hint of betrayal. emily promised her. did promises not mean what she thought? did she do something wrong? their mother had mentioned that maybe emily got tired of aria clinging to her, and thats why she wasn't coming back. 

she cried for hours that day. her emmy said she gave the best hugs. why would she lie?

aria finally opened her eyes, tears spilling down her cheeks as she walked to her bed. the only comfort she had left was her baby blanket, the one thing that had always made her feel safe if emily wasnt there. their mother had tried to toss it multiple times, telling aria and emily both that she was too old for some raggity thing - but emily made sure she never did. 

when she crawled into bed and reached for it, her fingers brushed against nothing but the cold sheets. she had given it to emily, sneaking it into her suitcase the night before she left. aria had wanted her sister to have something to remember her by, something that would keep them connected even when they were apart. but now, with emily gone and the blanket with her, aria felt more alone than ever.

she curled up into a tight ball, clutching her pillow to her chest as the tears soaked into the fabric. the ache in her chest grew stronger, and she sobbed quietly into the darkness, her small body trembling with the force of her emotions.

she cried for emily, for the broken promises, for the comfort she so desperately needed but couldn’t find. and as the night wore on, aria cried herself to sleep, her face wet with tears, mumbling how she 'wanted her emmy', which in her tired state, turned into ‘mommy’. something she had slipped many times with emily, more than their actual mother. except emily, never scolded her.

all she wanted was for her sister to hold her and make everything better. she always said she’d be in with her, in her heart, no matter what. but nothing felt more empty, than the cavity it was supposed to occupy. 

to love her again. to tell her it wasn’t her fault.

[reigningqueenofwords]

Talk to Me

Pairing: Bruce x Reader, Martha x Thomas Warnings: Character deaths, angst

Read on AO3

Part 22 of Without Me

Smirking at him, you took it. “You know you’re already getting lucky tonight.” You teased him playfully as you opened it up.

“Wanted to make sure.” He teased back, letting you see the specially made necklace with his and the kids gemstones. You teared up, running your fingers over it. “We can add to it when the new baby is here.” He told you. 

"Put it on me?" You smiled tearfully at him. 

He nodded and walked around to do so. Once it was clasped, he kissed your neck. “I love you so much.” He said softly. 

“I love you more.” You smiled at him. “Thank you for this.” You squeezed his hand as he walked back to his seat.

“Of course.” He smiled, eating when the appetizers came. 

Walking back to your motel, you enjoyed the peace. “We need to go back to the Hole in the Wall some day.” You smiled. “It’s been too long.” You looked at him.

He nodded. “That would be a great date night.” He agreed. "Just wish Kyle was here to join us."

You both had a moment of silence for him. He came up from time to time, and both wished he was there to meet your kids. He would’ve been a great uncle. “He’d be happy for us.” You declared. 

“Very.” He kissed your knuckles. “We’ll go visit him again soon, okay?” 

You nodded. “Thank you.” You knew that was something that would be good for both of you. “Maybe leave some flowers.” You suggested.

“Definitely.” He nodded. “The best.” He agreed as you neared the hotel you were staying at. He stopped you right before going up to the walkway and kissed you lovingly, making you feel the same butterflies when you were first dating. You wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling against his lips. He pulled you flush against him. “Mm, better get you inside before we get arrested for public indecency.” He slapped your backside, making you giggle. 

“You better.” You pecked his lips. “I expect a full night of sexy time, Mr. Wayne.” You took his hand and dragged him into the lobby.

“I hope I can live up to that.” He chuckled. “I’ll certainly be trying.” He led you into the elevator, his arm around your waist. 

You laughed and kissed his cheek, leaning into him. 

Pulling up to Bruce’s parents house, you were looking forward to seeing your babies. You hadn’t told them you were coming, eager to surprise. Slipping out, you waited for Bruce to walk around the car. 

He took your hand and led you through the side door, listening in. He could hear the kids laughing, making him smile. You both tiptoed into the den. Charlie did a double take. “Mommy!” She stood and ran over to you. 

Beckett gasped and ran as well, jumping into Bruce’s arms. “Daddy!” He clung to him. 

Alfred smiled at you all. “Such a wonderful surprise.” He got up. “They’ve been a delight.”

“Alfred is the best!” Beckett smiled. "Did you know he knows karate?!"

“Does he?!” Bruce gasped. "He never told me that!" He looked at Alfred.

Alfred chuckled. “Of course I did, Mr. Wayne. You were much too young, however.” He pointed out. 

You smirked at your husband. "One more reason Alfred is awesome."

Alfred grinned. “Thank you, Mrs. Wayne.” He said, sounding proud. "I shall gather their things. Unless you would like to stay for dinner?"

Bruce looked at you hopeful and you smiled. “Yeah, we can.” You nodded. "Like we could turn that down!" You chuckled.

The kids cheered and Alfred beamed. He chuckled, enjoying having them around. “I do adore them.”

Bruce grinned and went to sit on the couches with them. "We missed you guys."

“Miss you, too!” Charlie smiled. “We had fun. Did you?” She climbed into his lap.

He nodded as she cuddled to him. “We did, but we couldn’t be without you guys too long.” He said as you pulled out the gift for Alfred. 

Beckett hugged your arm to him tightly as you did so. "We got you something, Alfred."

“Oh dear, you didn’t have to do that.” He smiled. 

"You work hard, and deserve it." You told him, handing him a book. "I thought you'd enjoy this."

He beamed and took it. “I am sure I will love it.” He looked over the cover. “Oh, I truly will.” He smiled. “Thank you, Mrs. Wayne.” He said softly.

“Of course, Alfred.” You smiled at him. 

Thomas got home just before dinner, surprised to see the two of you. “How lovely.” He smiled. “Early end to your trip?” He asked, giving you a hug. “Did you enjoy it?”

“We missed our babies.” You giggled. “It was very fun.” You nodded. “Relaxing.” You smiled. “You and Martha should do a weekend soon.” You said easily. “Take a couple days to spend together.”

He chuckled. “Perhaps.” He nodded. “Do I need to get dinner ordered?” 

“Already done, Mr. Wayne.” Alfred assured. “It will be here in twenty minutes.”

“Wonderful.” He beamed and said hello to the little ones. “It’s been wonderful having them here.” He smiled. “Keeps me young.” He lifted Charlie as she ran over and put her arms up.

“Gampa is the best!” Charlie beamed. “He’s so fun!” She giggled as he tickled her.

“Fun? That’s new.” Bruce teased his father. “Mr. Work.” He smirked.

Thomas chuckled. “Your mother has made me come home earlier. She’s wary of my new assistant. Though I assured her that’s nonsense.” He sighed. “She’s a lesbian either way.” He shrugged. “And not your mother.” Bruce raised his eyebrows at that but didn’t say anything. 

“It’s understandable to get worried sometimes.” You smiled, siding with her just a bit. “But you’re a gentleman.” You chuckled. “I can’t see you ever chasing someone.”

Thomas chuckled. “Thank you. I don’t have the energy.” He softly joked. “Anyways, Charlie, go play with your brother. I’d like to go see your grandmother to suggest a weekend.” 

She nodded and wiggled down. “Cookies?” She asked Alfred. Bruce looked uncomfortable for a moment as Thomas left. You rubbed his leg, making a note to talk to him later. 

“If your parents don’t mind.” Alfred tapped Charlie’s nose. 

"After dinner." You told her gently. She pouted but nodded and went to continue coloring with Beckett. Bruce kissed your temple, his arm around your shoulders. 

“So, what’s up with you? You looked uncomfortable at your parent’s earlier.” You rubbed his back. 

He chewed on his lip for a moment. “It’s just a silly worry.” He sighed. 

You rubbed over his shoulders. “Talk to me.”

“This isn’t the first time mom’s been worried about his assistant.” He said softly. “I mean clearly this one doesn’t mean anything considering her sexuality, but the others?” He shrugged. “What if she’s not worried for nothing?” 

You bit your lip. “Babe, if I didn’t know Tiffany, I’d worry. Not because I don’t trust you, but because I wouldn’t trust her not to try something.” You admitted. “It’s probably less about your dad, and more about them. It’s a woman thing.” You shrugged. 

He nodded. “I hope so. I told him to get a guy assistant but…” He shrugged. “Just hate that mom worries.” 

"There aren't many men out to be an assistant. Which is stupid, a job is a job." You shrugged. "I hate it, too." 

He sighed and hugged you. “I hope I never make you feel like that.” He said, knowing it would kill him.

“It helps that I'm friends with your coworkers.” You smiled. "They're all great. And Tiffany is a sweetheart. Don't ever let her go." You teased.

“Yes, ma’am.” He smiled, feeling better now. "Enough about that."

You were glad you helped him. "Shower and bed?" 

“Yep. Long shower.” He winked. "Get all those kinks out." He smirked.

You snorted. “Smooth.” You tugged him anyway. 

You all but tackled Bruce when he walked in the door one night. “Guess what?”

“Kids are in bed early?” He grinned, hands on your hips. 

“Well, that...and ...what have we been wanting the past few months?” You beamed.

It took him half a second before he was lifting you. “Yes!” He cheered. You wrapped your arms around him, while shushing him. You didn’t want him waking up the kids. He smiled widely against you. “I’m so happy.” He kissed all over your face. 

“I’m about 9 weeks along.” You told him happily. “Everything’s okay right now.” You smiled. “My first appointment is next week.” 

He sighed happily. “I’ll take off.” He promised. “I did not expect this when I got home. A kiss, sure. Maybe some flirting. But this is the best.”

You giggled. “I’m happy I could surprise you.” You ran your hand through his hair.

He crouched and kissed your middle. “Hi, baby.” He smiled. “I’m your daddy. And you are so loved.” He hugged your waist. “Your siblings are going to love you, too.” He stood up. “When do you want to tell everyone?”

“12 weeks?” You rubbed his chest, always feeling safer with that number. “Give us time to plan something sweet? Just our parents, Maryanne, the kids, and Nick?” 

He nodded. “And Alfred?” He smiled. 

“And Alfred.” You pecked his lips. 

He lifted you again. “Let’s have ice cream to celebrate.” He carried you to the kitchen, setting you on the counter. He grabbed two spoons before grabbing the carton of your favorite flavor. “I’m thinking it’s another boy.” He noted. “You?”

You hummed. “I actually agree.” You nodded. “Not that I would mind. Another cute little Wayne boy running around.” You smiled as Beckett was an exact mini Bruce. "And you have to admit, those tiny suits are adorable."

He grinned. “They are. I don’t mind either way. Charlie is cute.” He said. "Those little dresses."

You nodded. “We’ll be happy either way.” You beamed. Leaning forward, you pecked his lips.

He smiled against you and kissed you lovingly. "Fuck, I'm lucky." He muttered.

You giggled and nipped his lip. “We’re lucky.” 

"Damn it, Bruce." You muttered, picking up his dirty socks from the floor. “It’s not that far from the hamper.” You tossed them in. This pregnancy seemed different in that you were more irritable. It didn’t take much to get you cranky. And he had rubbed you the wrong way the past few days. Some new projects came up resulting in late nights, which had created some bickering. You were nearly 17 weeks pregnant, and just wanted time with your husband. Currently you were doing laundry, again, and called Bruce for his lunch. You rolled your eyes when he didn't answer.

Charlie came running in to ask you to peel her orange. Sighing, you took it. "Come on, let's go get you a plate."

She followed you happily. “We picking up broder?” 

You nodded. "Soon, Charlie." You smiled softly.

She nodded and sucked on her orange once it was peeled. She kicked on the chair when Bruce called you back a few later. 

“What?” He answered your hello with. 

"Seriously? That's how you're going to answer me?" You asked him. “I was just checking in to make sure my husband got something to eat for his busy day, but never mind.” You sighed. "Will we be graced with your presence at dinner?"

He sighed. “I’m sorry.” He told you. “And I’m going to try, this deadline is killing me.” He groaned. "I told Dad I'm taking a week off after this crap."

You sighed as well. “I know you’re stressed and I’m sorry. I’m just trying to make it easier.” You told him. “I love you, and I’ll see you tonight. I’ll put dinner in the microwave if you don’t make it, okay?” 

“Okay, thank you. I love you and the kids. Sorry again.” He sighed. “Send me pictures?” 

“Will do.” You promised. Sighing, the pair of you hung up and looked at Charlie. “How’s take out sound for dinner?” You asked, earning a grin and a nod. 

“Yeah, yeah!” She cheered. 

Chuckling, you put your phone in your purse, as you'd be leaving soon to get Beckett. "Maybe get daddy something while we're out?" 

“Like a present?” She asked cutely. 

"Exactly. He's been working so hard for us!" You crouched the best you could.

“Yay!” She hugged you. “Get stuffy?!” She asked, hopeful. 

You hugged her back. “You want a new stuffy?” You asked, earning a nod. “If you guys can be good, yes.”

“We will! We will!” She promised. 

It had been a couple hours since Bruce got off the phone with you when Tiffany rushed in. “Mr. Wayne. There’s a situation at the mall.” She licked her lips. “Your wife and kids are there.” 

“What?” He stood. “A situation?! Are they okay?” He rushed to see her computer. His heart was racing in his chest. 

“Hostages.” She said, letting him have her area. “I spotted her when they showed a camera shot from a balcony or something.” 

He instantly clenched his jaw and ran a hand through his hair. His mind was racing as he quickly read the headline and the reporter speaking. “He’s...he’s going to detonate if he doesn’t get what he wants?” He whispered. “What does he want?” He grabbed the phone, planning to offer up whatever money they wanted, his eyes never leaving the screen.

She sighed. “He wants his old job back.” She explained. “They’ve been negotiating for an hour. He’s unstable.” She told him. 

“This? Over a damn job ?!” He pointed. 

She nodded sadly. “I’m so sorry, Bruce.” She wished that there was something that she could do, but she was just some secretary. 

“Fuck.” He ground out, starting to dial the police. He’d tell the bastard he would give him a job long enough to save you and the kids, and then he’d be arrested. Just as he was about to hit the last number, the bomb went off. Tiffany screamed, but all Bruce could hear was static. He stepped away from the desk, staring at the computer as the camera from the helicopter went around the cloud of smoke and fire. 

The headlines instantly said at least over 200 were gone. Security locked down Wayne Enterprises as Bruce slid down the wall. In one moment, his entire world was gone. And he’d barely seen any of you the past week. He began hyperventilating as it hit him. He just lost his entire family. He barely recognized his father when he was suddenly consoling him. 

“Breath, Bruce.” He said, trying to keep calm himself.

“They’re gone.” He said. “They’re gone!” He sobbed, wheezing slightly. “She was pregnant!” He yelled the best that he could.

Thomas’ heart broke further as he hugged him. “I know. I’m so sorry, son.” He felt Bruce grip the back of his coat, like he did when he was small, and scared. There was nothing he could do to help him but be there, and it was the worst feeling in the world. He’d give anything to get you and the kids back.

[dulceortega]

Dulce knew that her family was changing right in front of her eyes. Dani was no longer they’re little girl and was starting hip hop classes; Melody was starting preschool just this year which was both good for her, but also overwhelmingly sad to think about, and honestly, if you’d have asked Dulce fifteen years ago if she’d be where she is now, she would’ve said no in a heartbeat. This was never a life she envisioned for herself, and while she loved every moment of it; just how much it had changed left her with a grateful heart and also a little saddened. She truly loved her family more than she could ever put into words; Julia had been heaven sent and even though it had taken some time to truly get to be where they are now, she knew that they were meant to be. In many ways they complimented each other - sure their were things about each other that the other would just never understand - and even though some days it felt like their parenting styles were entirely different, the relationship worked for them,and Dulce loved every part of it.

One of the many things that  they did agree on, was that they’re daughter’s heath, and well being was the most important. Sure, they’d always make time to make sure each other was taken care of as well, and had even done so more in the last few months  than maybe even their own kids’ well being sometimes, but, regardless of what they were feeling, Dani, Melody and now Lainey had always and would always come first, even if it had been harder on them to prioritize the kids over each other in the course of the last few months. From Dani’s diabetes - that always seemed to just be second nature to manage at this point - to Mommy/Daughter dates starting up again, Dulce felt like things were truly starting to feel more ‘normal’ for them; that was of course until a night of cooking dinner with their daughter led to Julia escaping to the bathroom. One step forward and a couple steps back may be what was happening on most days, but at least Julia was trying. She was strong and she was trying.

It took a lot for her wife to convince her that she was alright, and as Dulce began placing forehead kisses to Julia’s forehead, she let her eyes flutter close. Doing anything she could to just be present with her wife in a way that felt necessary, calming and also chaotic all at the same time. She hated seeing her this upset, and she hated knowing there wasn’t anything she could do about it, but, Dulce knew that even in the moment this was what her wife needed. Her lips moved from her forehead to her lips, and before Dulce knew it, they were tangled into each other, their lips fighting for dominance against the other. As things were getting heated, Dulce heard a faint knock followed by a “Mommy” and she listened, letting her wife and their youngest daughter interact through the door. However, as the other exclaimed to have fun pooping Dulce chuckled, shaking her head as her laughter pushed her head forward, her forehead landing on Julia’s shoulders as she felt the tears from laughter form in her eyes. “I’ll take full responsibility of that one.” she laughed, wiping at her eye as she thought about the times that they were potty training and she excited used to tell Melody to “have fun pooping” in an attempt to make it fun for the toddler. Though, her laugh quickly faded into more of a smirk at her wife’s question and she smiled, leaning forward and placing a kiss against her neck. “I think we were here…” she whispered. “Maybe here.” she added, kissing her cheek. “No, we were most definitely here.” she laughed, kissing her wife’s lips again, hoping for a little more alone time before they were interrupted again, inevitably.

Julia knew that Melody's attention span was often not the best when it came to cooking, though she really loved to help them any way she could. Melody just wanted to be near them. She wanted her family, and Julia was a little weary when it came to school this year and the next. It was going to be a significant change for Melody. Even with this year, they had already discussed putting Melody into pre-school for full days at least 3 days a week. It was a big step for her and one that made Julia sad. It was happy sad in all honestly. Their daughter was growing up. Sure most kids her age were going to school or daycare all day, but their lives were a little hectic when it came to their jobs. Julia when performing was gone at night until way after the kids were in bed. She would get a little time with them in the morning, but that was it. Weekends were more accommodating since she was able to spend the morning with her family, only to be gone the rest of the day. She loved her job, and her career but her family always came first. She didn't want to miss any more of their daughter's life but it was a very hard thing to balance. Julia knew that once everything was in the swing of things it would come easy to them with time. Not easy for Melody but Julia knew that their daughter would adjust to the change. It was always the highlight of her day to pick Melody up from school on days she was able. There was no better feeling than having her run into her arms and squeeze so tight it felt as if Melody would break her.

Julia knew that with Melody, it was more of the tone than what you were asking. Julia was soft when it came to Melody. More so than before everything had happened. Melody was her baby, their baby. She wanted to cherish every moment with her, every little thing with Melody she took in. Every kiss, every cuddle and I love you. She knew one day, she would blink and she would be Dani's age. Sometimes even that thought filled her with an overwhelming amount of sadness. " I guess you could say she does, but I wouldn't say all of the time. ninety-nine percent for sure. " Julia laughed knowing that sometimes when Dulce was frustrated her tone came off that way. That it didn’t work with Melody who was as strong-willed and stubborn as her Mama. Julia smiled softly and she listened to her wife and daughter talk about hip-hop. She nodded in agreement that their daughter would excel in anything she put her heart into. " I agree we can defiantly try it out. " Julia's eyes wandered to Melody in a protective way really to make sure she was okay and staying on task, which she was. Julia always had her eyes on the little girl, both of their daughters. Especially when they were out doing chores or even lunch. Julia and Dulce both were overly protective of their daughters. Julia was also very adamant about keeping their girls out of the public eye as much as they could. She never posted about them on her social media or said their names in interviews. Julia wanted their girls to have that privacy, especially as they grew older. It was the small things that they could do at the end of the day.

Dulce and Julia were always very conscious of what they were not only feeding Dani, but Melody too. Ever since Dani had been diagnosed as diabetic, they were very aware of what they feed themselves and their daughters. Not that they ate unhealthy before, but it was a small shift. There were always treats in the mix because their daughters deserved to have something that they both loved. " I can go tomorrow actually. Chris called me earlier today and said there is an audition. He really didn't give me any other details just when he wants to meet up. Typical him." Julia laughed because, for her life, this was normal. Everything was either week in advance or the next day. This would be her first audition in a long time. Since way before she was pregnant and had lost their third child. In a way, it made Julia sad, but she also knew it would be good for her to get out again and work. Working through time-consuming and was a good way to keep her from wandering off thoughts. " I can definitely arrange a theater date with Melody, I mean I know enough people. " She laughed softly knowing that if there was one thing that their daughter loved it was theater. It was in Melody's blood really. She had been doing it since before she was even born. Julia when pregnant with her was able to hide her pregnancy for the most part until finishing out her show. Everyone she worked with knew and doted on her to make sure she was okay before every performance to go on stage. The little girl just had that itch and it wasn't something Julia would stop her from doing if it was something she loved. In that way, she was a lot like Julia. Julia learned that love from her own mother.

As the mood shifted, Julia found herself in the bathroom. Nothing had been said to bring up these feelings. It was the action of making the brownies that brought her emotional state. Standing there with Dani was almost like a trigger when it shouldn't be. It was the last thing she remembered before she blacked out. To wake up in the hospital with the most devastating news any parent could ever hear. Her wife stood in front of her, soft kisses on her in a way to comfort her. Julia could tell in her eyes that she was trying to figure out what had happened to cause this shift. Julia's arms when around her wife's waist pulling her body to be against hers. Julia's back was leaning against the sink. She placed another soft kiss on her lips before she finally was able to break the silence. Over the past couple of months, talking to Dulce about how she was feeling had become easier. Julia and the rest of her family were in shock still. It was hard for her to express how she felt without crying, she tried to hold in as much as she could. Now though she did tell Dulce how she was feeling because that's how their marriage should have always been. " It's just, standing there making brownies with Dani. It's the last thing I remembered and I guess it just triggered this emotional distress. " Julia said trying to keep herself composed yet her words were shaky. She knew Dulce would understand because they both had those moments.

Julia tried hard lately to not let the triggers she had to get to her. Some days it was a lot easier for her than others. Just doing regular things like going to the store and hearing a newborn cry struck a nerve in her. Even with Lainey, she had those moments where it’s as hard to focus on being in the present with her own niece. That wasn’t the person she wanted to be for her. Lainey deserved better from her. She was blood and Julia would do anything for her. “ Really I am okay. I just needed a moment to recompose myself. “ Julia reiterated now. She just needed that moment to take a step back and breathe like her therapist taught her. Julia leaned in to place another kiss on her wife’s lips. Taking this quiet time for them, was something that rarely happened. The strap of her dress follows off her shoulder as Julia’s hands slide slightly farther down her wife’s back. Rubbing small circles on her the small of her back. Julia not wanting to pull away from Dulce. She loved her with all of her heart, every inch of her body. Knowing if their marriage hadn’t been so strong, they wouldn’t have made it through this. They were so strong together as a couple, as parents. Even their friends would joke and say they wished their marriage was as bonded as theirs. If they could get through this like they had. They could get through anything.

Julia deepened the kiss letting her tongue slip into her wife’s mouth. Though this was short-lived because not even a second later Melody was knocking on the door. ‘ MOMMY, I finished cleaning up. MOMMY. ‘ The tiny voice rang clearly as if Julia could not hear her. Only realizing that neither of the girls noticed Dulce sneaking into the room with her. Julia smirked at her wife before prying her lips on Dulce. “ Okay, baby. I’ll be out in a second okay? Go help sissy with dinner, Mama will be right back too.” Julia said making an excuse for her wife just so maybe they could have a couple more seconds of peace. ‘ Okay, Mommy. Have fun pooping.’ Melody said Julia did not help but laugh and shake her head. “ She gets her humor from you, you know? “ She teased Dulce because Julia would have never said that. Julia was thankful that they had taught Melody that the bathroom was a private place, it was rude to walk in on someone who was using it. “ You’re welcome. “ Julia’s smile grew craving this time with her. That Dulce stopped what she was doing just to check on her and make sure that she was mentally okay. “ Where were we? “ she asked in a teasingly voice as her lips placed soft kisses on her lips.

[redheadsinmybed]

Captured

Wanda x Natasha x Reader

This is part of the Loving a little series Reader is little, light angst, happy ending

Summary: Wanda and Natasha are training. What happens when you’re left alone???

Notes: Sorry it’s been so long guys I hope you enjoy this one :) Let me know what you think of it!

You are all alone in a lonely bed with your lonely self. You were lonely because Wanda and Natasha are training. They got up at 6 waking you up and they’ve been training for 30 minutes now. 30 minutes of sleep that you’ve lost. Sure you tried to go back to bed, but you were having trouble without them.

Wanda and Natasha were training with each other. They had woken up early so they could have the training room all for themselves. They heard something in the hallway, assuming it was just some of the other avengers they kept training.

You hear the door open to you room, your eyes are closed and you don’t open them, assuming its Nat and Wands you say

“Mmm come back to bed.”

“I don’t think that will be happening anytime soon,” Says a strange voice. Your eyes fly open, but it’s too late, you scream and the stranger injects something into your arm.

“Miss Y/N is being hurt in her room by a Hydra agent,” Friday says over head. Suddenly red lights are being flashed everywhere, a loud beeping noise is being broadcasted all over the compound, and Friday is locking down the compound. It’s too late though.

“Where is she Friday?!” Wanda and Nat say panicked.

“They are already outside.” Friday says. Wanda and Natasha run outside to see you being carried by the Hydra agent. The stuff she injected into you had made your mind fuzzy, and you watch as red blurs your vision.

“Mama!” You say as loud as you can. Wanda flies up, but she can’t shoot down the plane that you went into without the chance of hurting you. She flies as fast as she can but she can’t keep up, and suddenly it disappears blending in with the clouds and she can’t tell where it is. She falls to the ground slowly landing on her knees crying. Natasha catches up with her in a vehicle.

“Baby?”

“I-I couldn't he-lp her. I heard her sc-scream f-for me.” Wanda says crying. Natasha picks her up and puts her in the car.

“I know baby, I watched you. You did the right thing, you couldn’t shoot down the plane. It’s gonna be okay we will find her,” Natasha coos as she gets up and drives back to the compound. The lights and beeping had stopped and everyone was up and ready for a fight.

“What happened, are you hurt?” Steve says as he sees Wanda crying.

“T-they took her, they t-took Y/N '' Wanda says, breaking down again.

“Who?” Tony asks.

“Hydra,” Natasha says holding Wanda and rubbing her back.

“Last time when Y/N first got her powers Hydra found out she was little, and that she has powers,” Natasha says.

“We won’t stop until we get her back,” Bucky says, putting a hand on Wanda’s shoulder.

When you wake up you are in a cold dark cement cell and you’re still little.

“Hello little one,” You hear a male voice say coming from the other side of the bars.

“Ware my Mama?” You ask.

“You won’t be seeing your Mama for a while. I heard you have special powers is that right?”

“I fink so,” You say back. The man comes where you can see him, he’s old, has grey hair and a lot of wrinkles on his face.

“You wook old,” You say with a giggle. Clearly not knowing what kind of situation you are in. The old man unlocks your cell and grabs your arm.

“Listen here you little tot, I don’t know where you think you are, but this is not a place where laughter is to be heard. Maybe I should teach you a lesson.” He drags you out of the cell and brings you to a better lit room. He’s a very fast walker so he’s kind of dragging you across the floor by your arm. Your bottom lip starts to wobble and tears flood your eyesight. He stops dragging you and picks you up and sets you on a stool. You feel him grab your wrist and attach it to a handcuff on the top of the ceiling. He does the same to your other wrist.

After he gets your wrists hooked to the ceiling he kicks the chair out from under your feet. You scream in pain as you hang from the ceiling, the cuffs digging into your wrists. He watches as tears stream down your face while you whimper.

“Oh we are going to have some fun,” He says with a chuckle.

All the avengers are on a quint jet to the last and final Hydra base location that they know of. They’ve gone every other base that was within 300 miles of the compound. They landed in a spot of openings in the trees far enough from the Hydra base that they couldn’t be seen.

“What if she’s not here?” Wanda says with grief written all over her face.

“Hey,” Natasha says cupping Wanda’s face, making her look over at her.

“We are gonna find her, we aren’t gonna stop til we do,” Natasha says, rubbing her thumb on Wanda’s cheek. Wanda places her hand over Natasha’s.

“Promise?” She asks.

“Promise,” Natasha says back. Everyone gets out of the jet and starts towards the base. When they see the base in sight they hear something.

“Mama!!” Wanda and Nat instantly recognize your voice. Everyone takes off towards the base. There’s four guards blocking the entrance, Steve uses his shield to take out two of them. Iron Man uses his energy beam to knock out the one firing at Steve. Clint takes out the last one with his bow.

You hear ruckus outside and the old man hears it too. He runs off somewhere. When the door opens you expect it to be him again, but it’s not.

“Mama?” You say with tears in your eyes. Wanda catches sight of you and her heart breaks. You’re naked and there’s angry red cuts on your body and purple bruises everywhere.

“Yes baby girl, it’s me you’re okay now, Mama’s here,” She says as she uncuffs you and holds you to her. She holds you for a minute while the tears in her eyes drop down onto her face.

When she pulls away she wipes the tears away from your face and hers. She takes off her long red jacket and puts it over you. She picks you up, careful not to hurt you. You suck on your thumb and hold onto her tightly not wanting to ever leave her arms. You walk out to where everybody is standing waiting for you, you stop Nat and she quickly makes her way over to you.

“Mommy,” You say sadly.

“Hi baby girl, are you okay?” Natasha asks, you shake your head.

“He hurt me Mommy,” You say, you can see the anger boil up in her.

“Baby he will never hurt you again, I promise. I will never let you get hurt again.” Natasha says to you.

“Can we go?” You ask a little bigger, just wanting to get out of there.

“Not so fast,” You hear someone say. Wanda whips around to see an old man standing with more than 20 Hydra agents.

“I think you have something that belongs to me,” He says with a sneer.

“Baby go with Clint to the jet okay,” She says as she sets you down. You shake your head.

“It’s okay I wanna help you fight,” You say now big. She sighs but lets you.

The Hydra agents come at you. You set yourself aflame and shoot fireballs from your hands at them. Steve and Tony work together to take out the agents on the left and Clint and Bucky take the ones on the right. You see Natasha fighting an agent twice her size. You see Wanda helping her by using her powers to fling him to the side of the building. You watch as your family takes down the bad guys around you.

You see the old man start to walk away and you chase after him. You shoot a fireball at him and he dodges it.

“Is that the best you can do?” He mocks with his arms in the air. Wanda comes up to you.

“I wanna try something,” You say to her.

“Okay”

“I want you and I to combine our powers to make one.” You say to her. Wanda starts with a red ball of energy in her hands. You place both your hands in her energy and act like you’re about to shoot a fireball but instead just keep it in your hands.

“You ready?” You ask Wanda, she nods her head. You both aim your powers at the old man.

“Three” You say.

“Two” Wanda says.

“One” You say together. You shoot your powers at the old man. It tangles and dances with each other beautifully. It knocks the old man out and the fire burns his body.

“Yesss!” You say jumping in the air. You hold your hand up for Wanda to highfive and she does with a laugh. You walk back hand in hand together to see that everyone has taken out all the agents. You grab Tasha’s hand.

“Can we go home now?” You say.

“Of course baby,” Natasha says. You and your family walk back to the jet. When you get home you, Wanda, and Nat go straight to your room. You take off the jacket that Wanda had given you. You hear Natasha gasp.

“Oh baby,” She says as you can see the tears well up in her eyes. You walk up to her and wipe the tears that fall on her face away.

“It’s okay, I’m okay now that I’m here with you,” You say and give her a kiss. She smiles but stands back so she can examine you. Most of the cuts Wanda had seen were small and healed now, but the purple bruises that mark your body are not.

“I’m sorry,” She says to you.

“What are you sorry for?” You ask.

“For not finding you sooner, for letting them do this to you. It’s all my fault, I was the one who suggested that Wanda and I train early if we didn’t do that then none of this would’ve happened.”

“Baby, this was not your fault, or Wanda’s fault,” You say as Wanda comes out of the bathroom.

“I’m fine now, I promise, what happened was nobody's fault and I don’t blame either of you.” You say as you kiss each of them.

“Okay,” Natasha says, dropping the subject. You yawn and it cracks your jaw and your eyes water.

“Looks like someone needs some sleep,” Wanda says as she gets into bed. You crawl in beside her and Natasha gets on the other side of you. You throw the sage love blanket over Wanda and Natasha making sure that it covered them equally. You had to lean over Wanda to unfold the blankets corner.

“What are you doing baby,” Wanda asks.

“Mm want to make sure you are nice and warm.” You say after you deem that everyone is covered by the blanket you lay down. You snuggle yourself into Wanda’s arms and lay your head on her shoulder. You sigh as Natasha holds you from behind.

“Love you guys, goodnight.”

“Love you too,” Natasha says.

“Goodnight,” Wanda says. That night you swear they hold you tighter.

[staringatthesky11]

Yo I’ve been watching og charmed lately and the magical baby boy on there looks like a completely normal baby growing up to a three year old, he likes toys and cries and wears a diaper and acts like a baby to a toddler in general, he barely even talks, he’s named after his dad and his aunt (last names that could also be guy names) the only different thing he does is his magic powers (making things come to him and even conjured a dragon out of the tv) and the whole time I’m like well maybe Smeyer could’ve watched this for ideas on renameme 🤣Like that would’ve been SO much cuter to see a little girl touching her mommy’s face and showing her something in her mind (something childish though, like some kid show she likes and wants to watch or some mashed bananas she’d like to eat)

I've never watched that show, but I would have totally been on board with a more baby-like (and normally named!) Renesmee.

I absolutely understood the wish fulfilment fantasy of this basically self-sufficient baby. When SM made all this up she was a stay at home mum to three young kids - when you feel like you're drowning in nappies and crying and cleaning up messes and dealing with tantrums and being able to recite the entire canon of Dr Seuss from memory and no sleep and taking forty five minutes to leave your house because the toddler won't put shoes on and as soon as you leave you realise you've got dried up baby sick all the way down your back...yeah. A baby that doesn't NEED anything from you sounds like heaven.

But you get that, and you lose so much more. You lose the preciousness of that helplessness and need. You lose the absolute wild and heady adoration of a potato baby who can't even focus their eyes properly and whose head smells like perfection. You lose the amazement and joy of watching a baby discover their world, and the fun of being able to rediscover it alongside them.

In a world where you can live forever, do you really want to miss all those fleeting and beautiful moments that you can never have again as a child grows?