#oh my god the vision of their baby girl begging mommy not to leave to go uc bc she knows it means she probably won't see her for awhile...

[timothyslucy]

the way tim rubbed kojo and gave him a few good pats after lucy left almost makes me think he had him trained to bribe her into not leaving lol. 😅

[taeilskitty]

Hey there! I saw that you open for a request so here's what I thought : what kind of sound did nct make when having sex? Are they more into whimpers, groans, or maybe dirty talk? Thank you so much for answering my question and hope you have a good day!

i was BORN to answer this omg. lemme tell you, i have thought about this so SO much!! (i'm leaving chenji out of this bc i don't know how people feel about that yet)

anyways, i hope u enjoy and i hope this matches what you had in mind <3

taeil

oh fuck. taeil is most certainly a groaner. i think (and trust me, i've thought a lot) he must make these gorgeous low moans like right in the back of his throat if that makes sense - have you ever heard his bubble voice messages? oh my god, they're so fucking hot. his raspy voice in the middle of the night is just to die for. that makes me CONVINCED that he dirty talks super up close. even thinking about it makes me shiver :(( he's the king of praise, i just know it. i think he degrades too, but his favourite is when he mixes both together - "you look so pathetic there baby, how cute." "daddy loves his pretty slut so much." "god you're so fucking good for me, my cockslut~" taeil also asks things, i think that suits him so much. "yeah? you like that?" "is daddy's cock too big baby? shh, i'll be done soon..."

taeyong

whiner. whiner. undoubtedly. this boy has the sweetest, prettiest little moans... he gets all high pitched when he's close and oh god when he sinks into subspace he just mewls and his voice gets so weak </3 little "yes" and "a-ah thank you"s slip out because he such a good kitten. he's so precious... and if he gets asked to speak while he's getting fucked he just squeaks out an answer. "m.. love it... ah..." n he will never fail to say his please and thank yous - he's so well mannered even when hes getting used !!!

johnny

this is just. oh my. i think he's silent for the most part. heavy breathing and quiet grunts and groans until he's close. THAT'S when he starts moaning, all sorts of things slipping out. "god you're so good" "i love this hole so much" ahh??! i think he talks down too. fuck !!! daddy!johnny is so patronising, and not just outside of the bedroom. kinda like taeil, he asks things, but he makes u feel so dumb and cock drunk :( AH AND he like... coos when you feel all dazed from his cock... "awh~ is that good? you like that don't you sweetheart? yeah, i know."

yuta

i have this vision of yuta just SLAMMING from behind with his face right up in your ear, telling you all sorts of dirty things lowly with just the hottest voice ever. he's very vocal about what he wants, and he loves cumming inside... so expect him to talk about that. oh, he is so fucking possessive too. "hmm. mine. this is mine. you're mine." he probably bites your ear/neck when he says it... the grunts that come out when he slams are enough to send anyone reeling, but i bet he tells you "fuck. gonna. gonna cum in my fuckdoll--" n his voice just trails off as he fills you up and sighs<33

kun

now kun is !! an interesting one !! ... i envision him as a pretty hard dom, so i don't think he's any stranger to degrading. that being said, i think he's more talkative when he's giving punishments (e.g. spanking over his thigh... heaven<33) rather than when he's fucking. i think he moans lowly, semi-quietly but as he gets more and more pent up he gets louder. (i think this is the case for most of the nct doms but oh well) he'll praise how good you make him feel - assuming you've been behaved enough - but that doesn't stop him from cursing under his breath at every chance he gets ,,..

doyoung

definitely has pretty moans !! he probably does whine, but i mean that in a dom way - if that makes sense? higher pitched moans but not pathetic, in fact it's probably paired with him whispering "fuck yes, good [insert ur fave petname here]". i think he's the type to kiss you a lot during sex and like... moan into your mouth; any space not taken up by the sound of moans will for sure be filled with the sound of his panting and his tongue dancing with yours.

ten

another semi-whiner. i always saw him as a dom but i'm sliiightly succumbing to the idea that he may be a switch... which is why i think there's so much BEAUTY in his moans?? ten makes really pretty, breathy whines and moans i'm sure, i don't particularly think he talks a crazy amount but rather short instructions. (yes i'm going back to dom!ten) "turn around." "get on your knees" "quiet." AH !! he always lets you know what he needs - however, sub!ten will just whine and squirm till you make him cum because he is most definitely a slut who takes anything:(

jaehyun

first of all, this man wrecks me to the fucking core, and i could talk about this for... a while. but his moans are definitely like, raspy high-pitched type. think about his vocals. esp in try again... i bet you they sound like THAT. i'm sure he talks a bit too, tbh he probably says rather textbook dirty things but it sounds so fucking hot when it's him. "yeah take it, take my cock" "fuck yes just like that", he loves how you whine when he moans right up next to you btw - it just makes him do it even more. oh, and bonus - he will never call you ANYTHING without prefixing it with my or daddy's. daddy's girl, daddy's boy, daddy's pet, my dirty slut... ahh<3

winwin

it's almost contrasting to jaehyun but sicheng's voice is so low. i can't explain this in any way other than that he's kitty, but his moans are so... puppy? and when he's fucked, he makes himself sound so dumb too. he's constantly slurring his words and biting his lip because he's trying to keep quiet but anyone who walks by the room will hear "mm.. m!!" because he just can't help himself :( when he's close he probably squeaks like taeyong and cums all over the place GOD i want him

jungwoo

oh god there's no doubt that jungwoo talks SO much during sex. he probably loses his fucking mind with how good he feels. he's such a good boy but sometimes you just need him to shut up - but he can't. he squeaks out a little moan when you push into him, or when you start touching his cock, but withn minutes he's babbling non-stop; "oh god oh god mommy/daddy i love it so much, a-ah like that, please~"

lucas

my brain used to be convinced that xuxi was a dom, but i'm now sure he's a switch. either way, his moans are pretty much the same. they're very heavy and... i guess manly is the best way to put it. in my head i can literally picture him being like "ughhh..." when you start fucking because he just feels like he's wanted to fuck you so desperately - yes, even if you fucked hours before. it's always so breathy and moany and i think he sounds like a bit of a fuckboy tbh... "fuck yeah" as he slides his cock into you? THANKS

mark

loud baby loud baby LOUD BABY:((( no matter how much you cover that pretty mouth of his he will be so LOUD!! he can't stop talking and whining and panting, kinda like jungwoo but honestly... more. he swears a lot too. he tries not to but he just can't help himself :( "aw shit... god shit!!!" under his breath UGHHFDGGDFDD SO FUCKING CUTE IM GONNA SCREAM !!! he's very polite though, so he always says sorry every single time :( he babbles like hell when he cums, he can't stop himself, again like jungwoo. "i'm gonna cum i'mgonnacumi- i'm -- ah fuck, shit--!!"

xiaojun

two words. action figure. everyone knew that was coming, HA - i'm sorry but THAT verse means we all know how he sounds. i think he tries his best to talk normally while you edge him but his little voice keeps on wavering and cracking and just... he can't help but sound all pretty and pathetic :( but surely dejun has some (very frequent) moments where he can't keep his front anymore and just whines like a whore because it feels so good<3

hendery

the things i'd let this man do to me:))) i think at first he'd actually try and hide his moans because he feels like that's what he's supposed to do, but no. for me personally, i know i would NOT LET THAT HAPPEN !! he probably sucks the air in through his teeth in an attempt to hide it - it's very fucking sexy when he does that, granted - but he can't keep doing that for long. i think he hums and laughs when he can't keep it in any longer because he almost feels some kinda defeat but then he just moans semi-loudly and lets out a "good girl/boy/baby... let me fuck you, huh?"

renjun

renjun scares the fuck out of me. why? because his moans are fairly quiet. he's master and it S H O W S. he grunts quietly, maybe muttering things under his breath like "so fucking tight" "mmh there you go..." to fill some silence but he does it subconsciously; he goes so far into domspace sometimes that he just can't control himself. when he's close he talks through his teeth and he's like "i'm. i'm gonna cum baby..."and the more you whine on his cock the more he just laughs at you because he's a sadist hhhhhhhhhhh.........

jeno

most definitely a fun one... you see when he's sub, he pants and whines and drools all over himself like a big dumb puppy boy and he just breathes so heavy n his moans are all shaky... if he's a brat he will try and talk big but he can't take it, he just gets so pathetic and !!! but dom jeno is fucking TERRIFYING because he talks down and tries his best to intimidate you. he chuckles and degrades you, but one of his faves is when he can big himself up under his breath. "look at you now. you love this fucking cock."

haechan

this isn't good for my mental health :) i fucking cannot TAKE this brat :) AHA! hyuckie is honestly such a whore, he's bratty and rude and always talks back at you like he's the king of the fucking world. he's constantly laughing at you and trying so hard to make you feel like you're not worthy but he feels so good he just gets fucked dumb by you :( he is SO loud too. he wants everyone to hear what a dirty whore he is and he makes sure he puts on his prettiest pornstar moans. he whines like his life depends on it. on the off chance that he's being a good boy, he begs and cries and whimpers when he finally cums - and i mean CRIES. sobs. he'll be heaving by the time you're done with him, but god he fucking loves it.

jaemin

fuck... fuck okay... well firstly he loves to talk. we all know how much he praises and how he's constantly showing his love off... that doesn't stop at fanservice, nope. he will fuck you like a ragdoll and keep calm and composed as ever, talking down to you as if you're in his lap for a soft cuddle. "baby loves nana so much hm~?" "oh you really love that don't you?" "you know you're so pretty. nana wants to cum in you so bad~" yes, he calls himself nana because he's a cocky fuck and loves how it sounds. especially when you're moaning it for him.

yangyang

i'm kinda in 2 minds about this... on the one hand, he's kinda like hyuckie in that he whines a LOT. but he can actually keep his composure - he's a breathy whiner, he's not quite as loud and he most certainy doesn't crumble as easily. (that's not to say that he can't, he most definitely can.) on the other hand i think when he's in a more neutral headspace rather than subby, he talks to you like a total fuckboy. not in a mean way but he's just like "hah. i know you love me fucking you like this." he gets so cocky and he sucks hickeys into your neck and hums quietly<3

shotaro

he's such a shy baby :( he wants to moan so much but he probably gets all self conscious and tries to hide it... so you gotta make him feel safe :( when he does he whimpers and it's so pretty and pathetic. the way he wells up with tears and hitches his breath is. adorable. he whispers "thank you... ah..." every time he feels that good and by the time he cums it's just falling from him like a waterfall :( the more comfortable he feels, though, the sluttier he can get... he will always be a good boy but i think he lets his whore side come out every once in a while <3

sungchan

last but most certainly not least, yet ANOTHER boy who pains me to the core. i think sungchan whimpers too. THERE I SAID IT. his cock is too big for his own good so he just... needs you to do SOMETHING to him :( he always sighs at first, maybe hissing just a little but then he gets to a point where he's quietly whimpering because he just needs to cum so fucking bad <//3 "need it... p-please..." he's always nervous to use titles but if he wants to cum he has no choice :( when his dom asks please who? he blushes bright red n mumbles a little "please mommy/daddy... 'm so good..." and god yes he is he deserves it so much ugh<33333333333333

[bellatrixscurls]

“raspberry” ☁️ d.m. x t.n x p.p.

warnings : smut, daddy kink, fingering, oral, dom!draco, switch!pansy, switch!theo, sub!reader, fem!reader.

summary : you and your lovers go on a picnic, but things take a turn when they become more and more attractive.

word count : 5.7k

a/n : it was pretty long already, but might make a part two if you want!

“theo, love, give y/n/n the raspberries from the basket, please” instructed pansy, her eyes flicking to theo’s for a second before focusing back on cutting some kiwis for the fruit salad.

theo did as told, opening the basket and grabbing the box of raspberries, placing them on the spot beside you. but you were too preoccupied to notice that, as your eyes trailed from pansy’s hands, down to her lap.

her thighs were exposed, her dress almost letting you see her panties as her eyebrows pushed together, eyes and hands focused on the fruits. she was so beautiful, more beautiful than other days. you’d convinced her not to straighten her hair this once, so it was wavy, and natural. the sun was emphasazing the beautiful shade of green of her eyes. in conclusion, she looked like the most beautiful goddess.

as soon as she was done with the fruits, she placed the now full bowl beside her and laid back on the blanket, her curls falling around her head perfectly. “what’s wrong, baby ? you like raspberries” she told you as soon as she noticed your frozen figure and the untouched raspberries, a big pout on her lips.

“like y-you more” you mumbled, looking down at your lap as you began fiddling with your fingers, your cheeks now burning red.

she narrowed her eyes in confusion, looking at the two boys to see if they understood, but found that they were just as clueless. “you all subby, my love ?” draco asked from beside you.

you nodded, leaning into his touch the moment his palm cupped your burning cheek. “wanna make you feel good” you said, your attention now fully on draco as you stared into his silver eyes.

pansy nudged theo, who cleared his throat suggestively, making you and draco turn to look at him, “how ‘bout we make you feel good, princess ?” he suggested, his loving, yet lustful gaze on you as draco gently laid you on your back.

you didn’t want any release yourself, and only wanted to see your lovers in pleasure, but the moment those words left theo’s mouth, you found yourself nodding vigorously, your muscles relaxing against the thin blanket.

“yes, please.”

pansy gave draco a knowing look, as he was usually the one to degrade you and tell you how disobedient you were.

“legs spread, m’love. please” theo cooed softly, his fingers caressing the inside of your thighs. you obliged almost immediately, pushing your legs apart as your pink dress rode up, revealing your panties. theo stayed there for a moment, admiring the sight before him as he continued to squeeze and caress your soft skin.

pansy pushed past him, so she was now before you, her soft hands replacing theo’s. “gonna eat you out now, yeah, baby ?” you nodded eagerly, whimpering a small ‘please’ as pansy chuckled, leaning closer to you and whispering, “daddy and theo don’t know how to, do they ? mommy does it best, hm ?”

she was playing with your mind, while trying to rile the two boys up, knowing they could still hear despite her soft, quiet tone, “i don’t-” “excuse me, pansy ?” rang theo’s offended voice as his hand flew to his heart, holding his chest, “one, you can’t just steal someone’s meal like that, it’s fucking rude” you giggled, watching intently as the usual competition between the two started to peak, “and two, i’m better than you.”

pansy scoffed, clearly amused by her boyfriend’s words, “well, i’ll have you know, theo, that y/n/n here said-”

“fucking enough!” draco interrupted, bringing everyone’s attention back on him as he glared at the two, “who even gave you permission to eat my baby out, hm ? ‘cause i didn’t and she sure as hell said that she wants me, not you” his voice was stern as he regained his dominance over the two.

they watched him with wide eyes, now submissive to him as their heads dropped, avoiding draco’s gaze at all costs, “yes, daddy.”

“now, i’m gonna eat my pretty girl out, and you two better take care of her while i do” instructed draco, his hand never leaving your cheek as he gave it one last stroke before moving both of his hands to the hem of your dress.

his pale fingers tugged lightly at your panties as his eyes flicked back to yours, “can i take these off, pup ?” he asked, a genuinely worried expression on his face as he searched for any trace of hesitation. your eyes widened slightly — draco isn’t someone who usually asked for consent, because he knew that your safe word was in place, “pup ?” you finally nodded, letting him take off your underwear.

draco pulled a needy whimper from you at the feeling of him blowing cold air against your sensitive cunt, making you buck your hips slightly so you were met with his warm, slightly parted lips, “daddy, please. i want it so-” but not letting you finish your begging, his mouth attached to your dripping cunt aggressively, nibbling at your clit and causing you to look where you two were connected.

his face was nowhere to be seen, buried deep into your cunt and focusing in making you feel good, "o-oh, daddy!" you whined between shallow breaths, pushing his head even closer to your cunt. a few more whimpers from you, and draco’s content hums that sent shivers through your whole body, and theo felt like he couldn’t take it anymore.

the way your breasts were bouncing with every thrust of draco’s tongue made him go insane. and risking punishment, his lips wrapped around your already hard nipples, sucking gently while his hand took care of your other nipple.

and that only seemed to add onto your pleasure, as your hand went down to gently tug at his soft hair, while the other was scratching at the back of his neck. “so good, m’love. taking care of me s-so well” you whispered in theo’s ear, earning a wave of pretty noises from him — whines, to be exact.

feeling yourself at the brink, you knew just what you had to do. and even though you struggled a bit because draco’s beautiful eyes were watching your every move, you still somehow managed to say it, “c-can i please cum, daddy ? please, need it so bad, want to- oh god!” once again, you were left speechless and breathless as draco’s thumb circled your clit, all while his tongue was pistoning in and out of your tight hole.

and your worries were taken away when he gave a firm nod, closing his eyes when you finally let your orgasm wash over you, clenching around his cock as his left hand was firm on your lower stomach, holding you down. “daddy! theo! mm- ‘s s-so good, merlin!” you cried out as you came hard, pushing theo closer to your chest as the boy struggled to breathe through his nose.

after several seconds of you trying to calm down after your mind blowing orgasm, draco removed his mouth off you, gathering all of your cum from his chin and sucking it from his fingers, as you watched with lustful eyes.

but still, in your foggy mind, something was wrong. you could sense it, but not fully understand what was wrong.

and then it clicked. pansy.

draco too, looked over his shoulder to see pansy just standing behind him, crouched down, frozen in place as she watched you three with wide eyes. the boy crawled to her, taking her hands in his as he brought her knuckles to his mouth, kissing them softly, “s’not nice being bad, is it, bunny ?” he asked, to which she shook her head, a couple of tears almost leaking out of her eyes as her vision became blurry, “you wanna be good for daddy too, baby ? look what y/n/n got for being so good for daddy” his words caused your girlfriend to look up at you, blinking blearily as she let the tears wet her warm cheeks.

“wanna be good too, daddy” she said once her eyes were back on his, and draco smiled sweetly at her. you were confused by how subby she got for him, keeping in mind that she was dominating you just minutes before.

“good bunny” draco stroke her cheek, as his other hand wiped away her tears, “go to theo and let daddy see how good you can be, the two of you.”

[ererokii]

— i kissed a girl

f!zhongli x f!reader

warnings: mentions of masturbation, cunninglingus (reader receiving), use of mommy kink, overstimulation, squirting // unedited, ignore typos wc: 1.3k

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Zhongli was alluring, intoxicating almost. When you were around her, you felt inferior to her, almost submissive. 

Her appearance was one beyond this world. Long dark hair that reaches her lower back, curves that suit her along with those golden eyes. But your favorite thing on her body was her lips.

So smooth and plump. You find yourself staring at them quite often when she applies a coat of pink on her lips. Sometimes she sends a smile your way when she finds you staring at her. 

You couldn’t help it, she’s just so pretty! It didn’t help when she would place a hand on your lower back, getting dangerously close to your ass or the pet names she would occasionally call you. 

Zhongli sees you as someone with an innocent face. She loves seeing your expression light up with joy when she asks you to accompany her on a walk, or offers to buy you dinner for the night. 

You’re so cute to her. Especially when you become extremely shy when she gets too close to you. It’s like you were nervous to be around her (which you were).

She would love to have you under her, begging and babbling to her as you’re drunk on the pleasure she gives you. She wishes to see the fat tears roll down your face as she makes you cum for the nth time of the night. 

And some wishes turn into reality.

Her tongue laps up your juices, licking a stripe up and down your folds. Her face is buried deep within your pussy, your slick and her saliva drenching her chin.

Your fingers ding into her tresses, moaning shamelessly at her actions. Your back arches off of the bed, eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure flows through you. 

The sensation of her tongue has your eyes rolling back— a feeling in your chest heating up. She’s sloppy with it. Her head moves side to side, up and down, taking everything you have to offer to her. 

Her hands grip your thighs, keeping you open despite your want to close your legs around her head to keep her there. Your body shakes in pure bliss, tugging on her roots when her grip tightens.

“So pretty for me,” she murmurs against your lips, peering up at you through her lashes. “Are you gonna be mommy’s good girl and cum for me?”

You moaned, uttering a small “yes” underneath your breath. Zhongli’s grip on your thighs tighten, slipping in two fingers inside your hole, practically moaning at the feeling of your walls clamping around her. Her grip on your thigh tightens, the tips of her fingers brush against your sweet spot that have you mewling. 

“R-Right there!” you let out a choked cry when zhongli began to roughly thrust her fingers, your body moving with every movement, her golden eyes zone in on your breasts that bounce along. 

You babble her name through broken moans, your hand pushing her impossibly closer to your heat. Her lips suck harder on your clit, holding your legs open when you threaten to close them on her. She pinches the inside of your thigh, loving the high pitch squeal you let out from the pain.

Your jaw dropped, drool running down your chin, body trembling. The heat in the pit of your stomach grew more and more every second. Her fingers brushed against your walls, her nails barely grazing that adds overwhelming pleasure. The combination of her tongue flicking and sucking on your clit and her fingers abusing your hole, thrusting in and out at a fast pace has you melting in her arms. 

“Fuck baby,” she grunts, spitting on your folds, watching her saliva trail down to her fingers, using her thumb to spread it near your hole. “Come on baby, cum for me. Cum for mommy.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, toes curling as your vision becomes hazed. Your walls clamp down on her fingers as immense pleasure washes over your body. “M-Mommy!” you whimper out, back arching off of the bed-- her thumb rubbing lazy circles on your clit.

She praises you softly, moving her body upward to you. Her lips graze your ear, muttering sweet nothings as you come from your high. Your lower lip quivers, the insides of your legs trembling as you slowly come down from your high. 

“What a good girl,” she coos, blowing air against your ear and lets out a chuckle. You tear your gaze from your lower half to face her, eyes welling with tears. Your hand wraps around her wrist in a fruitless attempt to stop her action. She doesn’t budge and in fact moves her thumb faster, a teasing smile growing on her lips.

“What?” she asks innocently, leaning down and nipping your lower lip, tugging it lightly in the process. “Speak up darling, tell me what’s wrong.”

You gasp out, wrapping an arm around her arm, holding it close to your body. Your wails and cries don’t go unnoticed by Zhongli but god you were so noisy. It’s like you want the neighbors to hear how good she’s making you feel.

Her lips press against yours and you instantly moan against them, digging your nails and creating crescent shapes in her supple skin. She nips and tugs your lower lip, drinking in the sounds you give to her. Her other hand goes under your shirt, squeezing your tit and pinches your pebbled mound.  

Her kisses are passionate, rough yet gentle. Her lips are so soft. Many times you’ve imagined being in this moment with her. Throughout the day, even if you were with her, she continued to raid your mind like nothing mattered. And at night, your hand would weave in between your legs and the other tugs and plays with your tits as you call out for her.

Her tongue prods through yours without a warning, a low hum slipping past. Your clit is pinched between her index and thumb. The stimulation has you jolting in place, your chest pushing into her touch. Your legs shut, squishing her hand in place but she can care less.

Zhongli pulls away, lips brushing against yours as she pants, her hot breath fanning your face and stares at you with half lidded lust filled eyes. A whine escapes as you lean forward, trying to catch her lips with yours again. 

Your bodies move in sync, breathing becoming one. You could still taste the hint of cherry on her lips from the lipstick she had applied. The flavor makes you want more, makes you want to get lost within her. 

“Z-zhongli,” your voice comes out in a muffled cry. Zhongli moves her body to hover over you, her palm grazing over your overstimulated nub. Your legs shake uncontrollably and the knot in your stomach tightens at an alarming rate. Tears spill from your eyes, the pleasure becoming oh so much for you to handle yet your legs subconsciously spread open for her. 

She leans down, enclosing her mouth around your nipple through your shirt, biting down lightly and it’s enough to send you soaring. You throw your head back, cursing aloud at the mind blowing orgasm she pulls from you once again. A clear liquid squirts on her hand, drenching the sheets under you and her lower half.

Her gold eyes stare with wonder, cheeks heating up. She pulls away, looking down at the now wet sheets and lets out a small laugh. ”My my you made such a mess darling.”

You stare up at her weakly, a pathetic sound leaving your lips as your eyes flutter shut, body relaxing as you come down from your second orgasm of the night. 

“W-What are you doing?” you ask in a whisper when you see her removing her panties, climbing back on top of you. 

“Who said I was done? I haven’t gotten my fun yet,” she presses her lips against your neck, lightly sucking a spot underneath your ear. 

And you were in it all right. This woman drove you insane, but you didn’t care if you could feel her lips on yours for nights to come.

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[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

Cult Girl: Doctorate (Hannibal x Female!Reader) pt. 11

Cult Girl goes on a little solo excursion while Hannibal works.

@wisesandwichshark @pearlstiare

Trigger warnings: (fake) blood, mentions of death overseas, anti-choice harassment, discussion of abortion

Archie and Max leaving the picture was a problem you couldn't bring yourself to deal with when you awoke the next day. You anticipated a massive downward spiral if you didn't do something for yourself and fast. You'd spent so much time worrying about your schoolwork and your baby that it was long past due.

You made a couple of phone calls and found a GameStop a little out of the way with a used copy of Pokémon Alpha Sapphire for sale. About twenty minutes drive. Hannibal had back-to-back appointments clogging up his day, so it gave you an excuse to go on a little excursion.

You climbed into your car, picked an extensive playlist of your favorite songs and set off. You plugged the directions into your phone and let the map guide you. The roads narrowed as you watched your surroundings grow less and less familiar.

Soon enough, you pulled into a parking lot. Nestled between a Planned Parenthood and a used bookstore, the GameStop beckoned you. At the end of your tunnel vision was that game and nothing could stop you from getting it.

Certainly not from lack of trying.

"Stop right there!" A voice said. It chuckled, trying to make the rude interruption seem friendly.

An obstacle appeared in your line of sight: a plain-looking middle-aged white woman with dyed blonde hair. Just your garden variety Karen.

"Can I help you?" You said, giving your voice a distinct, annoyed bite.

She smiled, though not without discomfort. "Are you going, y'know, in there?"

She gestured to the building behind you. Uncertain of what she wanted or why she was making a trip to the GameStop so weird, you answered in the affirmative.

"Yeah, why?"

She wrapped her hand around your arm, as if to restrain you. Her touch made your skin crawl.

"I really don't think you should go in there."

You finally put the pieces together. This lady was just some anti-choice maniac, waiting outside a Planned Parenthood for any random pregnant woman to approach.

"Yeah, I totally carried this baby for five months just to get rid of it within a week of the legal termination threshold." You rolled your eyes. "I just want it to feel the maximum possible amount of pain when I destroy it."

The woman's face turned into one of abject horror and you smiled, feeling proud of yourself. You yanked your arm from her hand with full intent to walk away. That should have been the end of it.

"Wait!" She shouted, snatching you by the shoulder. "Please, reconsider. God gave you that little one because he wants you to be a mommy!"

"For the love of fuck, woman." You snarled. "Can you seriously not pick up on sarcasm? I'm not even going to the clinic. I'm going to the GameStop."

She wasn't convinced. "See, I think you're lying to me. I think you're telling me one thing and then you're gonna do another thing."

"What the hell is it any of your business, Karen?" You scowled at her. "Leave me alone!"

"Just pray about it, please!" She pleaded. "What if your baby grows up to be a soldier? Protecting your freedom?"

"Oh, then I should definitely kill it now." You snarked. "Would save him the trouble of getting blown up by other Americans in a senseless war like my dad."

Adda girl, [F/N]! You thought to yourself. Nothing gets nosy strangers to go away quite like revealing even more personal information!

She put both her hands on your protruding belly. "Don't worry, angel. Mommy isn't going to kill you! Aunt Laurie won't allow it!"

You vaguely remembered your obstetrician saying something about how twenty-week fetuses could hear the outside world. You weren't planning on subjecting the kid to violence this early on, but desperate times call for desperation.

You grabbed her by the shoulders and shoved her down. She screamed, getting the attention of a few onlookers.

"Help!" She wailed, lying on the ground as if she couldn't get up. "I'm being attacked!"

You dashed as quickly as your legs could carry you into the GameStop. The lone cashier, a purple-haired girl with a nose ring, pretended that she hadn't been watching the altercation and looked back down at her sandwich.

"Welcome to GameStop." She said, hesitantly. "Are you... [F/N]?"

You nodded. "Yeah, I'm here for that copy of Alpha Sapphire."

"Tubular." She rummaged in a drawer beside her for the envelope.

A rather massive eevee plush displayed behind the counter caught your eye. "How much for her?"

The cashier placed the game on the counter and looked back at the massive eevee. "Fourty-four ninety-five."

"I'll take her too." You said.

The cashier pulled the eevee down from the shelf and scanned its tag.

"Aight, your total is sixty-nine eighty." She said.

"Nice." You snickered, reaching for your credit card.

The cashier smirked as you inserted the chip. "Hey, was that crazy lady accosting you outside?"

"I take it she does that a lot?" You asked.

She heaved a sigh. "You have no idea."

You looked behind at the large windows and saw the woman standing outside the door, waiting for you. You felt like a caged animal. Your eyes scanned the room and landed on a couple ketchup packets. A sick idea formed in your head.

"Are you gonna use those?" You asked, pointing to them.

The cashier glanced at the woman and raised her eyebrow. "Not if you have a better use for them."

The bell jangled as you walked out of the store with a shopping bag around your wrist and a ketchup packet in each hand. Just as suspected, the woman grabbed your arm.

"Oh, honey!" She exclaimed. "Before you leave, god put it on my mind to say a little prayer for the unborn soldier he's gifted you in your womb."

"I'd rather you not." You said, trying to yank your arm out of her surprisingly strong grip.

"You're brave, but foolish, girl." She barked, positioning herself in front of you. You fidgeted with the ketchup packets behind your back, opening them just enough.

The woman put both her hands on your belly. The second you felt her touch, you threw yourself backwards. You landed, not without pain, squarely on your ass.

"Oh my?" The woman covered her mouth with her fingertips. "Are you--"

You leaned forward and moaned in pain, clutching your baby bump with one hand while drenching your shorts in ketchup with the other. You pretended to cave around the pain, then threw yourself back, revealing a bloody stain leaking from between your legs. The woman shrieked.

"Oh my fucking god!" The cashier from the store said, rushing to your side. She put her hand on your shoulder and glared at the woman. "What did you do?!?"

"She pushed me and I think it hurt my baby!" You wailed.

"Holy shit, why would you hurt her baby?!" The cashier shouted, allowing you to slink your arm around her shoulder for support. She then snatched your shopping bag from the ground.

"I didn't mean to, honest!" She said, on the verge of tears. "I was just trying to spread god's love and joy-"

"By assaulting a pregnant woman?!" The cashier yelled. You were clutching your stomach in fake pain. She helped you to your feet. "Come on, let's get you to the clinic."

You conjured up some fake tears. "You killed my baby!"

"You wicked woman!" She cried out. Her voice faded out as you approached the clinic. "You don’t deserve a baby!"

You kept up the crying and wailing until you arrived at the Planned Parenthood. More interested in covering her own ass than begging for forgiveness, the crazy woman made herself scarce. Entering the clinic with an incriminating bloodstain on your pants was awkward, for a moment. But it was easy enough to explain and even earned a laugh or two from the doctors on staff.

Once you were completely certain the crazy lady had left, you scooped up your shopping bag, said goodbye to the cashier and climbed into the car.

Before you put the key in the ignition, you took a moment. You took a moment to do something you knew you shouldn't have.

You placed your hand on your belly and stroked it. "We make a pretty good team, huh?"

You didn't know why you paused. It wasn't like the fetus was going to answer.

"Sorry you had to see that." You said. "Or, I guess, hear that. I wish I could tell you that people aren't really like that in real life, but I can't. Either that or I'm just a magnet for insane people. Hope that it's not genetic."

It just occurred to you that, if your obstetrician was right, the fetus heard everything that you said about killing it. Logically speaking, you knew it wasn't developed enough to comprehend what you were saying, but you still felt like you owed it an apology.

"Hey, scamp." You said, appropriating a nickname your grandfather gave you. "I'm sorry that I talked all that shit back there. About killing you and whatnot. I don't want to kill you. I actually want you to live an amazing life."

Just then, you felt a kick. The doctor war right: there was no mistaking it. The baby kicked.

Your mouth hung dumbly open, delight and fear chasing each other around in your mind. "Holy crap!"

You drove home as fast as legally possible. You needed to get home. As you pulled into the driveway, you noticed that Hannibal's car wasn't there.

He'll be home any minute, you thought. Might as well stay out here to catch him when he arrives.

That was an hour ago. Not that you'd noticed. You would have sat in that car, talking to your baby for an eternity. It wasn't until you heard a tapping on the window did you exit your trance.

Hannibal examined the scene. The ketchup, the massive eevee and his suddenly very chatty fiancée shooting the breeze with her fetus. He smirked.

"Did we have a fun afternoon?"

[adventuresinwonderlust]

Title: Who's soft now?

Pairing: yoongi x reader ft best friend Jk

Warnings: secret lovers, talk of oral, rough sex, choking, daddy kink, unprotected sex (be safe ya'll…..no glove, no love)

Rating: 18 and over

“I’m 21 now and all I want is to be with my two best friends for a night of drinking and fun!” Jk whines into the phone. “He's so annoying Jk, why don’t you and I go out alone and paint the town? No third wheel needed!” He sighs into the phone. “OK, fine just us tonight. Meet me at King Murphy's, 10pm.” He states. You squeal with joy and head off to get ready.

You walk into King Murphy’s and find yourself squeezing through the crowd to get to the back. You spot Jk at the end of the bar and call out to him. He smiles when he sees you and waves you over. “Happy birthday Rabbit!!” You shout and he does his best to keep a disapproving face at your nickname. He folds quickly and laughs pulling you into a hug! “You still let her call you rabbit?” A familiar voice curls up your spine. You whip your head around to find Yoongi behind you, sizing you up. “Whats up y/n?” He smirks at your look of disgust. “Not much Min.” You turn to look back at JK who is pretending to ignore you both. “You look good.” He whispers in your ear, extending his arm to place his empty whiskey glass on the bar.

“You look pale.” You snip, looking him up and down. He chuckles and signals to the bartender for three more drinks. You lean in to Jk's side. “What the fuck Jay? I thought we agreed no third wheel.” “That’s what you wanted y/n, but its my birthday and I said I wanted both my best friends here.” He gives you a large smile. His eyes grow wide when he sees the whiskey placed in front of him and quickly tosses it back. The bartender sees and refills it much to Jk's delight. “Come on, let’s toast to Jk.” Yoongi leans in and places a hand on your shoulder giving it a squeeze. It causes your body to betray you as you shiver under his touch. “To Jk. Its time for the big leagues now.” Yoongi raises his glass to Jk, giving him a wink before throwing back the amber liquid. You can’t help but roll your eyes.

By 1am, Jk is a hot mess, laughing and falling all over the place. He can barely stand when he makes mention of needing to pee. You look at Yoongi who looks at you puzzled. “He's gonna need help.” You shout at him. “I’m fine!” Jk shouts, standing up and wobbling back and forth. You shoot Yoongi a threatening look. “Come on Jk, let me help you. Maybe I’ll even hold it for you.” Yoongi jokes, causing Jk to burst out laughing. “Time to go.” Yoongi declares on the way back. “I threw up.” Jk confesses with raised eyebrows. “Yeah you did.” Yoongi rubs his back as Jk rest his head on Yoongi's shoulder. You gather all your things and head out together.

“Youre coming back to my place yeah? We can keep partying.” Jk mumbles. “Yeah of course we are, right y/n?” Yoongi looks at you for confirmation. “Of course Jay.” You all pile into a cab, Jk in the middle rambling about how much he loves you both and how he wishes you would love each other and see what he sees. “Just rest rabbit.” You whisper to Jk. “Yeah rabbit, listen to mommy.” Yoongi teases. Jk pouts and looks over to you. “I am not a baby anymore. I am a man now. You can’t call me rabbit anymore,” He scolds but quickly holds his belly, “Ugh, I feel sick.” He leans over you and sticks his head out of the window to vomit. Yoongi laughs as he pats Jk's butt. “I am so glad you find this funny.” You shove Yoongi's arm. “It's his birthday! Leave him be. Learn to have a little fun.”

You and Yoongi tag team Jk once in his apartment. Yoongi helps him shower and change into pajamas, while you make him tea and tuck him into bed. “Did you have a good time?” You ask him as he curls into a ball under the covers. “The best but remind me never to drink again.” You chuckle, shutting the light off and closing the door behind you. Now there’s only one thing left to deal with. “Still here Min?” You spew as you catch Yoongi sipping from a flask. He offers it to you and you shake you head. “When did you become such a prude?” He questions. You flip him the bird. “I got dibs on the guest room.” You turn to leave. “Plenty of room for the both of us.” He suggests. “Not in your wildest dreams Min.” He smiles wide, exposing his gums. “I recall a certain someone fulfilling their wildest dreams right here in this very spot,” he points down between his legs causing your core to heat. “I was drunk.” “Drunk and begging to suck my cock. Begging for daddy to cum all over your pretty face as you opened wide for me. What happened to that girl?” He bites his lip causing your heart rate to speed up at the memory. “I woke up and started playing with real men. Men who can handle a woman like me. You can’t keep up Min, you’re too soft.” His face flushed at your comment and you knew you struck a nerve. “Night.” You tease, making your way to the guest room. You change out of your clothes and throw on one of Jk's old sweatshirts. After scrolling through your photos from this past evening you finally fall asleep.

“Wake up, y/n.” You hear a familiar voice whisper into your ear as he presses warm, wet kisses along your lobe. You moan softly as Yoongi comes into view. He looks you over before planting a hard kiss onto your lips. You open your mouth for him, allowing him to take control of your tongue, slowly teasing it with his own. You moan as he rubs his erection into your already soaked pussy. “Fuck, Min.” You moan as he makes his way down to your neck, biting down, and suckling, leaving a bruise in its place. “Beg me.” He whispers. “Fuck me. Fuck me, please Min." He smirks as he lifts his body up to take you in. “Beg me the right way.” He demands, slowly circling your clit with his thumb. You begin to rotate your hips, dying for more friction. “So wet. So ready.” He says, delighting in your hunger for him. “Fuck me please, daddy.” You moan unable to take his teasing any longer. He smirks and quickly yanks off your thong tossing it. You widen your legs for him as he frees his member. He gives it two full strokes before aligning his body over yours.

He presses the thick head at your entrance and slides it up and down your folds, circling it around your clit causing you to moan his name. “Please daddy don’t tease me, please. I need to feel you inside me.” “God your sexy when you beg.” He aligns his head at your entrance again and slams his cock inside you without warning, causing you cry out at the mixture of pain and pleasure. “Fuck, you’re so tight. So, wet." He moans into your ear as he rocks his hips deeper and deeper causing his cock to hit your G-spot and pelvis to rub your clit simultaneously. “Oh, fuck! Please.” You cry out, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist, you begin to crash your hips into his, trying desperately to keep his pace.

“Fuck me harder, make me cum.” You cry out. Yoongi smiles seductively as you lose your breath trying hard to keep up with his forceful thrust. He slowly runs his hand up your chest and grabs you by the collar pulling you close to him for a forceful kiss and then slamming you down onto the bed. “I give the orders around here y/n.” He grunts, pulling his cock out to the tip and slamming back into you so hard you lose your breath. You are so overcome by pain, lust, and shock you haven’t enough time to register his long slender fingers wrap intently around your neck. “Yoongi.” You manage as he adjust himself on top of you wrapping both of your legs around him, while tucking his knees beneath your thighs, fully thrusting his masterful cock deeper and deeper inside your trembling cunt.

His hands clasp down tighter and tighter with every thrust, till its just enough pressure to blur your vision and cause a wave electricity from your abdomen to your cunt. “You gonna cum for me huh? You gonna cum all over daddy’s cock?” He questions and it’s all you need to throw you over the edge as all of your nerve endings catch fire. “Oh God! Yes! Fuck yes daddy!” You cry out as you come completely undone around his cock. He releases his hold from around your neck as the feeling of your cunt gripping his cock tighter and tighter has him chasing his own release. After a few full deep strokes, Yoongi comes undone, moaning into your neck while the feeling of him exploding inside you has you seeing stars. You’re both out of breath as Yoongi plants one final kiss on your lips and rolls over beside you. Too tired to clean up, you simply roll into his side and lay your head on his chest. “Who’s soft now?” He grumbles. “Hmm, still you.” You tease, gripping his now limp member. “Challenge accepted.” He whispers as he grabs your bottom lip in his. “This time from behind?” You ask. “Only if you beg.” He teases.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Kelly’s 6th Birthday; Queen x reader

*Author’s note*

And here we go guys the last update for now. This chapter contains an equal amount of both fluff and and angst so I hope you all enjoy it and still have those tissues and maybe some ice cream (or other sweet treat on hand cause you’ll need it). Now I’ll stop talking and let you all get to reading these chapters, hope you all enjoyed them and until the next chapter (but you all are gonna hate me for it cause I have a feeling you all may know what I’m gonna write for the next chapter).

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*November 13th, 1991*

It was a nice cool November morning in the backyard of Roger Taylor’s home.  Everywhere decorations were being put up with the help of not only Roger, Brian, Deacy, Jack’s family, and the ladies of Queen, but some of the loyal roadies both from Queen and the Rock Angel.

Walking through the garden wearing a handsewn replica of Belle’s famed yellow dress, little Kelly Kline was walking towards her mom who was talking to some of the party planners.

“Just be sure that Elton and Bernie are sitting next to each other, those two can’t be separated no matter what. And see to it that David is seated here.”

“Of course Mrs. Kline.”

*My POV*

Whew who knew planning a princess themed party was such hard work.  But thankfully the planning was coming along.  We hadn’t had any hiccups or misplacements.  Mum as well as Gen were making Kelly’s dress since they were the most skilled at sewing, and it was nice for dad to lend us his backyard for the party.  God he truly likes to spoil his goddaughter.

When I turned around I gasped in awe.  There stood my little five year—well almost six year old baby girl in the famed yellow Belle ballgown dress.  

Ever since she’s seen Beauty and the Beast, it’s been her favorite movie and she’s begged and begged to have a Princess themed party where she could be Belle.  And so here we are.

“Do you like it?” she asked me with a hopeful smile.

“Ohh Kelly, you are an absolute vision. You are gonna be the talk of the party and not just because it’s your birthday.” I said as I kneeled in front of her and took her hands in mine.

She smiled and I held my arms out and she came into them as I hugged her.  God I can’t believe my baby girl’s growing up so fast already.  I mean it seems like only yesterday she was just born and now here we are almost six years later.

“How’s it coming?” I heard Jack say.  We separated from each other and when he saw his daughter he gasped and said. “And just who is this lovely princess before me?” she giggled and said.

“It’s me daddy.” Jack got down and leaned in real close to her making her giggle some more.

“Why yes it is. Oh my darling baby girl truly is a princess now. Did mums and auntie Gen do good on the dress?”

“Yes, I love it.”

“Did you thank them?”

“Yes daddy I did.” He smiled and hugged our baby girl close to him before placing a peck on top of her head.

“Oi Jack mind giving us a hand with this!?” Jensen exclaimed as he and Jared were trying to hold up one of the platform towers to help make the setting more authentic.

“Duty calls, I’ll be back later.” He kissed Kelly one last time before racing off to help his cousins.  I stood up and took my daughter’s hand as I told her to follow me.

“Ohh I just can’t believe how big you’re getting.”

“Mummy! Please don’t tell anymore baby stories. I’m not a baby anymore.” She whined.

“Ohh forgive me, but no matter how old you get, you will always be my little baby waby girl!” I cooed as I held her close and she tried to squirm but I warned her not to mess up the dress and ruin mum and Gen’s hard work.  “Oh that reminds me. I have a gift for you.”

“Really? What is it?”

“Well your uncle Freddie had it specially made. It took a few strings, even though I told him not to do it. But you can never tell that man to not do something. And it’s a symbol that makes every princess a princess.”

*3rd Person POV*

In one of the bedrooms where (y/n) kept Kelly’s specially made diamond princess tiara.  Gen and Jared’s 5 year old daughter Odette managed to find the tiara in it’s special box.  She too who loved all the Disney Princess movies wanted to know what it was like to wear one that was real and authentic, and not just a plastic crown.

She placed it on top of her head and looked at the full length mirror and couldn’t help but smile at herself.  Feeling almost proud and regal at this point.

“Odette?” she heard her aunt’s voice.

*My POV*

I went into Roger’s study where I had put the tiara knowing that the kids wouldn’t be able to find it in there. But it would seem curious little Odette managed to find herself in there and was wearing Kelly’s tiara.  I called out to her and that’s when she jumped back and took the crown off as she began stuttering.

“A-auntie (y/n) I—I’m sorry I…I just wanted to…..”

“How dare you!” Kelly sneered as she walked up to her younger cousin. “That’s mine! It’s not for you.”

“Sorry Kelly I just wanted…..” Kelly took back the tiara and said in a snotty tone.

“Poor kids don’t get to wear real tiaras.”

“Enough!” I said in a firm tone.

“Auntie (y/n) I’m sorry…..”

“No. I was talking to Kelly.” I interrupted her. Kelly turned towards me and owled back.

“Me?”

“I thought your father and I raised you better than that Kelly.” I spoke with my mother tone as I looked down at her disappointedly. “It doesn’t matter where we come from in life, everyone deserves to be treated with love and respect.”

“But Odette took my—”

“She apologized. And it isn’t yours yet.” I stopped her before she could even make an argument with me.

“Auntie (y/n) it was really my fault.”

“I respect your honesty Odette. But your cousin must learn. Kelly,” I knelt down in front of her and continued, “We are all the same.”

“But you’re a rockstar mummy. That makes you rich.”

“Well yes, to a degree. But that doesn’t make me better than anyone else. This party for instance, can you tell me what it’s for?”

“Yes. It’s to honor me on my birthday.” She answered with pride as she raised her chin up like a real princess.

“No. It’s for you to honor your family. And to show everyone that by being a kind, and caring young girl, you will continue to grow up to be just that.” I took the tiara from her hands and held it before her as the two of us stared into each other’s eyes. “When you are crowned with this, on your birthday. It will show everyone that like a real Princess should, you will treat everyone with love and with kindness. Just like Belle did for the Beast. Now do you understand?” she smiled and nodded.

“I do mummy.” I smiled at her and I gestured towards Odette to tell her to say that she was sorry.  Kelly turned and said. “I’m sorry Dette, I was selfish. I didn’t mean to get mad at you.”

“It’s okay. I’m sorry I took your tiara without asking permission first. Daddy and mommy says I should never take something without asking first.” The two girls hugged each other and it warmed my heart to see them forgive each other.

“Alright Odette, go run along and play with your brothers and the rest of your cousins.” She raced off leaving Kelly and I alone in the study.  We walked up to the full length mirror together and I handed her the tiara once more and as she held it she said.

“It’s so pretty.”

“Your uncle Freddie spares no expense for you.”

“Can we go see him?” she asked.

Now that’s where I was hesitant.  See the last time I had seen Freddie, he was looking very, very ill.  And there’s not to say I was paranoid against the AIDS virus, I would never want to isolate Kelly from her favorite uncle, it’s just—I don’t want to have her be upset at seeing him like this.

“Ahh so here’s where the two Kline Queens snuck off to.” We turned around and there stood Roger.  I playfully scowled at him and that’s when Kelly raced up to her godfather and said as she even did a little twirl.

“Papa Roger, don’t I look beautiful?” Roger was in awe as he said.

“Ohhh lovie, you are so beautiful mademoiselle.” He took her hand and kissed the back of it, just like he was greeting real royalty. “I can’t believe I have the highest honor of being in the presence of Princess Belle herself.”

“You’re silly papa Roger.”

“Oh lovie, I’m crazy for you!” he picked her up and playfully spun her around in his arms, the two of them laughing.  I shook my head at his playful antics and that’s when he said as he stopped spinning her around. “So what were we lovely lion queens talking about before I came in here?”

“I was hoping to see uncle Freddie.” At hearing his name, Roger grew solemn.

“Uhh Kelly, why don’t we try for a visit tomorrow?”

“Aww why?”

“Well because we’re still trying to build your party love. And I need to stay here and help out with the planning. And your father still needs to finish setting up the towers and the other decorations we need—”

“I’ll take you to see him.” Said Roger interrupting me.  I looked at him in shock while Kelly looked overly ecstatic.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’ve been meaning to see him myself. Why don’t we go together.”

“Can I go mummy please?” she turned toward me giving me the puppy dog eyes that she inherited from her father.

“Well—”

“Papa Roger can take me, please I haven’t seen him in a very, very, very, very, very, very, very long time.” I looked to Roger and he looked at me in assurance that it would be okay.

“Alright, but change out of your dress and into your normal clothes okay.”

“But I wanna show him!”

“Hey, either you take off the dress or there’s no visiting uncle Freddie.” she groaned but she knew I was right.  Roger set her down and she headed back to the room to find either Gen or mum to take the dress off and get her normal clothes back on.  “You sure visiting him is a good idea?”

“Well we can’t just keep her away from him. Plus he’s been asking for her lately. Especially now since her birthday’s next week.”

“Will you tell her why he’s so sickly? I mean compared to when she last saw him at the beginning of the year, he’s gotten worse. He can barely leave the bed.”

“I know. I’ll—try to ease her into why he’s so different.” He said.

“Just—break it to her slowly. And if she cries…..just be there for her.”

“I promise love.” He said as he wrapped his arm around my neck and he kissed my forehead.

I helped her into the backseat of Roger’s car and I said to her.

“Now you listen to everything your godfather tells you. And…go easy with your uncle Freddie once you see him okay?” she nodded. I kissed her cheek and told her. “Have a good visit.”

“No worries mama lioness I’ll take care of her.” He started the engine and the car revved.

“Bye mummy!” I closed the door and he pulled out of the driveway and headed down the road to head to Freddie’s place at Garden Lodge.  I waved bye to them and that’s when Jack came up behind me and said.

“She going to see him?”

“Yeah. I just—I just wish I could be there with her, she…..she doesn’t deserve to see her once mighty uncle in his lowest state. I’m so scared she’s gonna be so upset. He—he hardly has any time left. I fear he’s gonna die any day Jack.” I wept softly while he held me close to him allowing me to cry for the first time in months.

*3rd Person POV*

It took about 10-15minutes but soon enough they finally reached Garden Lodge.  But as it has been for months ever since the leaked rumors of Freddie’s illness with the growing rise of the AIDS outbreak, the press were out pacing around like hungry wolves waiting to storm in and photograph Freddie.

“Papa Roger, the bad photo guys are here.” Roger growled and muttered.

“Those fucking wankers.”

“Mummy calls them desperate hyenas.”

“More like pestering vultures, but your mum is right.”

“Why do they do this?”

“For their own greediness unfortunately. Here I need you to be quiet for a moment while I make a quick call, okay?” she nodded and Roger pulled out his installed car-phone and dialed Fred’s number.  

It rang a couple times before an answer was heard.

“Jim, it’s Roger. Yes I’m here with Kelly and we’ve come to see Freddie, but the press are crowding the gate…..Yes, okay. Alright we’ll wait out here. Thanks Jim, see you in a minute.” He hung up the phone and he turned to Kelly. “Care to watch a little game?”

“What kind of game?”

“It’s called ‘fool the mindless baboons.’ Any second now, a car’s gonna pull out from uncle Freddie’s place. We’re gonna make those baboons chase after the car thinking your uncle Freddie’s in the car. So while they chase after the car a few times around the next few blocks, we can go in and see Freddie, sound fun?” she nodded happily.

Then just as Jim told Roger, Freddie’s driver Terry came driving out of the gate and that’s when the press took notice of the car and took off running after it with their cameras out and all shouting over each other.  Kelly laughed as she said.

“Stupid baboons.”

“You said it love, now c’mon let’s head inside before the gate closes.” Roger unbuckled himself out of his seat and quickly raced over to help Kelly out from the car.  

He picked her up and held her in his arms, and as he quickly raced over towards the gate he noticed another car parked just nearby.

“Well it seems Brian and Anita are here as well.”

“Really?” Kelly’s tone grew excited.

“Yeah see that’s Miss Anita’s car right there.” Roger said as he pointed out the car.  She nodded and that’s when Roger took her inside and the gate closed behind them.  He walked right up to the front door and knocked twice before adjusting Kelly in his arms to move her from hanging off his hips to his waist.

The door opened to reveal Jim standing there.

“Hi Uncle Jim.” Kelly waved.

“Hello lass, hello Roger, good to see you both. Thanks for waiting.”

“It’s no problem. Anything to get those vultures off Fred’s property for a while.” Jim allowed the two of them inside the home.

Normally Freddie would either be in the music room playing the piano or in the living room with most of his children, but it was all quiet.

“I’m told it’ll be someone’s birthday next week.” Jim said trying to make conversation.  Kelly nodded shyly and said.

“Yeah, I’m gonna be six years old.”

“Wow that old already? How time flies.”

“Tell me about it. Seems like she was just born yesterday and now I’ve got a growing lion cub on my hands.” Roger said as he playfully bounced her up in his arms.  Kelly softly giggled and leaned her head against her godfather’s shoulder and Roger placed a kiss on top of her head.

“Can I get you both something to drink?”

“Just a warm cuppa for me, once we’re done here gotta help continue to build this young one’s princess party.”

“Alright, and for you Kelly dear?”

“Can I please have some milk?”

“Sure thing, one cuppa and one milk coming up. Please make yourselves comfortable.” Jim said as he gestured towards the living room.  Roger placed Kelly down on the couch and that’s when one of Freddie’s cats and Kelly’s personal favorite Romeo came up and rubbed against her ankle.

She got down and greeted him and began to stroke him as he let out a loud purr and leaned into her hand.

“Here we are, one cuppa and one milk.” Jim said as he brought in the two cups.

“Thanks Jim.”

“Thank you uncle Jim.” Rog took a sip of his cuppa and he said.

“So I noticed Anita’s car out front, they still here?”

“Yeah, they arrived just five minutes ago before you both showed up. They’re upstairs with Freddie and the doctor.”  As the two men continued to talk about grown up stuff, Kelly being the clever girl that she was, slowly snuck away from the couch and as quietly as she could, headed up the staircase to find Freddie.

When she reached the top of the stairs, she wondered along trying to remember which room was his.  That was until she heard the sound of her uncle Brian’s voice. She quietly raced towards it and peeked in.

There she could see her uncle Freddie in his grand master bed.  But she was shocked to see that compared to the last time she saw him, he looked even worse.  He was so thin and frail, it looked like he was a skeleton in her eyes.

“I see that the garden’s been tended to Fred. Brian spoke from the window.”

“I agree Brian, are those newly planted magnolias?” Anita spoke up.

“Guys….you don’t have to pretend to make conversation with me. I’m just…glad you’re here.” Brian smiled solemnly at his dear friend. It was then Anita turned towards the door and could see a small figure quickly try to hide away.

“It would seem you have an unexpected guest Freddie.” Both Queens looked toward the door and shyly peeking out was Kelly.

“Kelly.” Said Brian.  He walked over to her and knelt down in front of her and said, “What are you doing here?”

“Papa Roger brought me here. I—wanted to see uncle Freddie.”

“So that old fart finally came to see me. He downstairs?” Freddie said from his bed.  She nodded and that’s when Freddie extended his arm out and said. “Come here my sweet nightingale.” She turned to her uncle Brian and even through the sad hazel eyes, he managed a soft smile as he nodded telling her to go on.

She walked over to the bed and took his hand in hers.  Freddie smiled warmly as best he could as he said.

“You just get bigger and bigger every time I see you darling. And I hear you’ll be what? 8 next week?”

“No I’ll be six.” She softly giggled.

“Ahh yes, the big number six. God it’s hard to believe you’re getting older.”

“Yeah.” She said hesitantly.  Even through his exhaustion he knew something was going on in her head.  So much like her mother in every way.

“What is it my sweet darling?”

“I wanna cancel my party.” She said.

“What?”

“I don’t wanna have a party without you. I can wait uncle Freddie. And then we can turn it into a celebration once your better.” Freddie held onto her hand as tight as he could, but to Kelly it was like holding a baggy in between her hands.

“No my darling, we can’t cancel your birthday. It’ll be alright.” He took a soft deep breath in and said to her, “I’ll—try to be right as rain by then. I wanna see my little nightingale walking in that beautiful tiara I had specially made for her.” His index finger stroked her cheek faintly.

Kelly held her uncle’s hands tighter and pressed a kiss to the back of his hand.  She looked up at him, tears in her eyes but a strong face adored her features.

“I don’t care about my birthday, all I care about is you.” Kelly whispered as she placed her other hand over her uncle’s heart. Freddie couldn’t handle the level of kindness that was in this little girl.  Here his niece was willing to cancel her birthday even after months of it being planned and everything coming together, and she was willing to just throw it away and wait for him to get better.

Even though he knew he wasn’t.

Suddenly he began coughing rather harshly.  He turned away from her as he coughed into his left hand which held a tissue.  The coughing grew louder and more harsher, it was like he was gonna cough a lung out.

“Brian!” he groaned out as best he could.  He refused to let his nightingale see him like this and risk scaring her.

“Kelly love,” Brian immediately came up to Kelly who just stared at her uncle Freddie fearfully.  Brian placed his hands on her shoulders trying to redirect her attention to him as he said, “Let’s leave Fred to rest, it’s alright.” He quickly picked her up and as Freddie’s doctor came over to help him, Brian and Anita left with Kelly to watch in shock at seeing her uncle so sick.

When Fred was finally done coughing, the tissue was practically coated with blood and a small bit of it even ran down his throat as well as a tear.

Kelly kept her eyes at the doors of Freddie’s bedroom and that’s when she buried herself into her uncle’s shoulder, burying her face into his mass of curls and let out a sniffle.  Brian stopped and softly told Anita to head on downstairs.

She nodded and rubbed Kelly’s back comfortingly for a bit before heading on downstairs.  Brian found a bench to sit on and he said as he gently pulled Kelly away from him so he could have a good look at her.

“What is it Kelly-cub?”

“Is—is uncle Freddie going to die?” she suddenly asked.  At hearing her say those words, Brian had no idea what to say to her. I mean…..how does one tell a child that someone they love is dying of a terrible disease that can’t be cured like the stomach flu or the common cold.

She began to softly cry as she buried herself back into her uncle’s shoulder.  Brian stroked the back of her hair trying to calm her down as he gently soothed her as best he could.

“We—we don’t know love.”

“I don’t wanna lose him!” she whimpered out.

“Neither do we.” Brian whispered back to her. Brian continued to embrace his niece for as long as he could till she just sat there motionlessly.  He then decided she needed to be with her godfather at this point.

Brian stood up and walked down the stairs and when Roger saw the sight of his goddaughter he sighed brokenly.  He walked up and Brian transferred her over to him and Roger held Kelly close to him and patted her back soothingly.

“I should take her back. I can come back later to see him. God (y/n) is gonna kill me.”

“She probably knew this would happen Rog. Maybe we should talk to Fred and (y/n).”

“After her birthday Brian. She doesn’t deserve to be sad just days before her birthday party. I know Jack and I can’t allow that to happen.” Roger kissed the back of her head and stroked through her mother’s inherited (h/c) hair.

After a few minutes of talking with Brian, Rog buckled Kelly up into the backseat and drove back to his place for her to rest after such an emotional day.

One week later; family and friends were invited to Roger’s place for the greatest birthday in history.  

*My POV*

I was currently dressed in a white Cinderella style dress and I knew Jack would be dressed as my Prince Charming.  I was adjusting my dress and putting the final touches of my makeup when I heard a knock at my door.  Standing there were Roger and Brian.

“Well look at you Mrs. Kline, a true Queen.” Said Brian with a soft smile.

“Now, now boys this is supposed to be Kelly’s night. I’m merely just trying to look my best.”

“And no doubt, your majesty.” Roger did a mock bow doing a dramatic hand gesture as he bowed.  I rolled my eyes at them and I said to them.

“But I’ll admit you two clean up rather nicely. Quite dapper yourselves. Like true Princes, Anita and Dominque are lucky ladies.”

“Well so far most of the guests are starting to arrive. Thankfully no press have come yet.” Said Roger.

“Good. I refuse to have a bunch of kids photographed just because celebrities are here. Especially when it comes to my kids.”

“Don’t I know it.” Muttered Brian.  There was an uncomfortable silence between us and that’s when I decided to acknowledge the elephant in the room.

“Alright, I know why you guys really came up here. You’re here to talk about talking to Kelly in regard to Freddie’s health.” They looked at me.  Before they could speak, I held my hand up and walked towards one of the chairs in mine and Jack’s guest room that Roger kindly lent us for the week till the party was over.  “You guys know I’ve been keeping this secret ever since I found out at the beginning of the year. Not even Jack knows about it, not my mum, not Misha, not even Jared and Jensen. Kelly’s been asking questions but I refused to tell her the truth because I promised Freddie.”

“We would never have asked you to carry such a responsibility.” Roger said as he came up to me.  I sighed heavily and stopped a tear from coming down my face.

“I know that every child has to go through death at least one point in their life. Whether through a pet, or unfortunately like in my case with both my parents. But—never did I think I’d have to prepare Kelly or my boys for this. How do I tell her?” Roger placed his hand on my shoulder giving it a gentle squeeze.

“It’s the hardest thing every parent goes through. Believe me, it wasn’t easy to tell my kids about my father passing, they loved their grandfather and he loved them. But—if Kelly finds out a different way, it may damage her to an extent, especially if some news press makes it out to be Freddie’s fault. She at least deserves to hear it from the one person whose loved Freddie almost all her life.” Brian said to me as he stood by my side.

“And if you need us to be there for you when you tell her, we will.” I nodded and fanned my eyes out and that’s when Roger held out a handkerchief for me.  I smiled and dabbed my eyes.

“Alright enough of this. Don’t want to show teary eyes at a six year old’s birthday party.” I stood up and grabbed the box that held Kelly’s tiara.  “Ready my kings?”

“Lead the way our beloved White Queen.” I raised my chin up acting the part of a Queen and I left the guest bedroom and headed down the stairs and headed for the backyard.

All around there were people dressed in full costume of either Kings or Queens or Princes’ or princesses.  Kids were running about chasing each other or talking at the kid’s table.  There was a bouncy-castle with a dragon plushie inside.  A stage was set up for not only Kelly’s ‘coronation’ but Brian and I had prepared a little something special.

To the left of the stage, there were mountains of presents and on the other side was the snack table where the cake, and all the other treats were at.

There were fun party games for the kids to play, and even some of us grownups got involved with the games like musical chairs, the bean-bag toss, and the three legged race.  When the clock struck six o’ clock I grabbed my champagne glass and took my knife and lightly clanged them together as I said.

“Excuse me, can I please have everyone’s attention?” Everyone quietened down and Jack handed me a mic. “Thanks love, okay first of all I would like to thank everyone who came out here today to celebrate a very special someone. I know some of you have traveled across the ocean to get here but we greatly appreciate you taking the time to fly out here.” I spoke of my family and some of Kelly’s school friends in America.

“Now we’d like to ask that the birthday girl come up on stage. Kelly sweetie.” Jack said as he now took the mic while I walked up on stage.  Kelly raced up and took her daddy’s hand and he helped her up the stairs so that she could sit on the red velvet, faux gold chair that Roger had lying around in the attic to use as Kelly’s throne for tonight.

He sat her down on the chair and I took the tiara out of the box and walked behind her and presented the tiara to everyone.

“Sweetheart, your mother and I would like to finally present you, your crown. For it was on this hour just six years ago you graced us with your lovely presence.” I placed the crown on my daughter’s head and that’s when Jensen and Jared came up carrying the cake while Misha lit the candles. Once the candles were lite we all began to sing to her.

Happy birthday to you,

Happy birthday to you,

Happy birthday dear Kelly.

Happy birthday to you!

I swore at this moment, I thought Kelly’s smile was just gonna pop right off her face with how wide it was.  At the end of our song, Misha kissed his granddaughter and said.

“Make a wish sweetie before you blow them out.” She shut her eyes before blowing as hard as she could, extinguishing the candles. We all applauded her and she hugged her grandfather first before turning to me and wrapped her arms around me and gave me a kiss.  I kissed her temple and rubbed her back happily.

We all then had cake and ice cream, and all the while mum was in charge of taking the pictures and she sure did get in a lot, especially of her precious granddaughter.  Brian was also our main photographer and while Kelly was opening her presents, I pulled both Brian and Elton aside so that we could prepare the next special surprise for Kelly.

After getting a whole bunch of presents from new Barbie dolls, to drum kits, mini-guitars and dozens of other games and toys, Kelly thanked everyone for her gifts and that’s when Elton sat down behind the keyboard while Brian and I came up on stage.

“If we could have your attention for another quick moment.” Brian spoke into his microphone.  “Kelly love, this is a special gift that your father had us prepare for you. We hope you like it.” Elton soon began playing the opening chords for “Beauty and the Beast” and soon coming out from the left side of the stage, Jack had changed from his white Prince charming attire to the famed blue outfit the beast wore.

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As I softly began to vocalize, Jack walked up to our daughter and knelt down to her height as I began to sing the first part of the song.  He presented our daughter with a rose and she smiled and took it from her daddy before standing up and curtsying at him.

When Brian came in with the next part of the song, Jack extended his hand out and she gladly accepted it and the two of them walked out before the stage as Brian and I began to sing the duet part of the song.

For you see as many times as she’s seen the movie, she always made Jack dance with her the exact same steps that they do in the movie.  It’s honestly quite adorable to see as the film running, the two of them get the spins and turns right on cue.

So for months; Jack has wanted to finally do the dance the right way.  And since Kelly wanted a Princess themed party, this was the perfect time for him to get tailored in the exact beast outfit and he had me practice with him the exact steps while Kelly was in school so that he could get it right.

But I knew I couldn’t sing this song on my own so that’s why I chose Brian to be my singing partner because when he needed, his voice can do such raw passion in an angelic belt, but he could control the level in which he did it.  

We were also lucky to have Elton join in on the party because Bri isn’t as big of a fan of the keyboard as he is with the piano.  So Elton gladly stepped in and got the sheet music for the song (since under secrecy he’s apparently involved with an upcoming Disney film).

As Brian and I kept singing the song, Kelly and Jack continued to do the waltz right down to the last step.  It was like seeing a live action of the film right before us.  I could see the kids were in awe and the grownups couldn’t help but fawn at how adorable it was.

I could see Roger leaned up against Dominque’s shoulder and she leaned her head against his as the two of them softly swayed while keeping their eyes on the adorable dancers up front.  Even John had a slight smile as he and Veronica were cuddled close together.  

It was like even through all this shit that’s been going on with Freddie, he still managed to find some light as he watched his beloved niece dance with her father.

By the end of the song, Jack picked our baby girl up and held her in his arms leaning his forehead against hers.  A common sign of affection he’s done with her ever since she was born.  Her eyes closed as she touched her nose to him.

Everyone soon applauded and I couldn’t help but wipe away a tear from my face.  I hugged Brian and I said.

“We’d also like to thank Mr. Elton John on the keyboard.” Elton stood up and bowed to the crowd.  When Jack put Kelly down, she walked up the stairs to us and hugged both Brian and I to the best of her ability.  I picked her up and held her in my arms and she said.

“You both sang beautifully.”

“Thank you love, happy birthday.” Brian said as he pecked her nose.

“Don’t I also deserve a thanks?” Elton asked as he walked up to us.  She turned to him and she reached out for him.  Elton took her hand and kissed both her cheeks.

“Thank you uncle Elton.”

“Anytime darling, you danced divinely. Just like your mum does.” I playfully scrunched my face at him and adjusted Kelly in my arms.

As it got darker and it was starting to get to be the younger kids’ bedtimes, we ended the part right at 9 o’clock.  I handed out all the party favors and thanked everyone for coming and they thanked us for inviting them.

I just got done hugging and kissing Elton and Bernie goodbye and thanked them for coming, when David was the next to come up.

“Thank you so much for coming David.”

“It was my pleasure love, and I hope the mini you had a great birthday.” Kelly who looked like she was about to pass out on Jack’s shoulder yawned and nuzzled closer to her dad’s shoulder. “I’ll take that as a yes.” I handed him his party favor and we kissed each other’s cheek goodbye.

“I’ll get her bathed and ready for bed.” Jack told me as he walked back inside the house.  Soon my mum and Gen came and helped out with the rest of the party favors for the guests while the boys took care of taking down the decorations and clearing out the backyard of the Taylor household.

Half an hour later, everything was all cleaned up and thrown away.  I yawned tiredly when Dominque said.

“Never thought a six year old’s party could be tiring work huh?”

“I’m just thankful we didn’t have any press stalking about, or any insanely sugar crazed kids. And luckily we were enforced with more adults than most parties I’ve taken the kids to.”

“I’ve got most of the important parts of the party recorded. I can edit it out then ship it to Freddie in about 3 days.” Said Misha.

“Perfect, thanks dad.” He nodded and gave me a kiss and a hug.

“Give my regards to the birthday girl.”

“Will do, you and mum have a safe flight back home tomorrow.”

“We’ll call you guys when we land.” I nodded and that’s when he and mum left the Taylor household back to their hotel to get some rest before flying back to the states.

“Well I better get out of this dress, god this corset has been killing me all night.”

“But you definitely work it girl.” Dominque said. I playfully stuck my tongue at her as I carefully walked back up the steps.  As I came to the bedroom, I heard the sounds of Kelly’s laughter.  I leaned against the door and peeked in and that’s when I saw both Jack and Roger tickling her.

“Four…..five…..” Jack counted down.

“Five and a half.” Roger continued for him. Oh dear looks like both of my boys have decided to gang up on my poor baby girl with the annual birthday tickles.

I don’t know whether to be relieved that I no longer need to deal with those from Roger anymore or be ashamed that my daughter must now carry the intense burden of Roger’s evil tickles.

“Five and three quarters…..and…..”

“Six.” They finally stopped leaving Kelly in a pile of giggles.

“Are you two jerks torturing my poor little cub again?” I asked revealing myself.  The two guilty men turned towards me and Kelly whined out.

“Mummy they kept tickling me.” I awed at her and came over and picked her up and held her close.

“I understand your pain. They are cruel, heartless tickle demons aren’t they?”

“Oh come off it darling, you know you loved it when you got your dose of birthday tickles.” Roger said.

“You were a sadistic torturer Roger Taylor. Like a true lion on the hunt. And you Jack Kline, are like a sneaky wolf trying to claim a lost lamb for lunch.”

“Maybe, but I didn’t hear you complain.” Jack teased. I shook my head at the two of them and that’s when I said to Kelly.

“Alright birthday girl, time for you to go to bed.” The boys got off her bed and I tucked her in.  “Did you have a good birthday?”

“The best, it was a lot of fun. Thank you mummy.”

“Well you should really thank your godfather for allowing us to use his house for the party.” Roger knelt down beside her and she said through a yawn.

“Thank you—papa Roger.”

“Only the best for you my little lovie.” He said as he stroked her hair and gently brushed some strands aside.  He kissed her forehead and gave her an Eskimo kiss before standing back up.  Jack then knelt down on her other side and she said.

“Thanks for dancing with my daddy.”

“Hey you know I’d do anything for you. You’re my best girl Kelly.” He gave her a kiss and the three of us left her bedside and stood by the door.

“Goodnight love.” I whispered.

“G’night mummy, daddy, papa Roger.” She said back.

“Sweet dreams birthday girl.” Said Roger with a gentle smile.

“See you in the morning sweet pea.” Jack said as he turned off the light and we left as he closed the door behind him.  We both bid roger a goodnight and we went over to our bedroom.

After getting a shower and changing into my night clothes, I got into the bed beside Jack and we kissed each other.

“Another successful birthday.” He said with a warm smile.

“I’d say we did pretty good.” I shrugged.  We then lay down together and as I pressed my head against Jack’s chest I began to worry about tomorrow because it would be in the morning that Brian, Roger and I would talk to Kelly about Freddie’s health.

I wasn’t going to enjoy it, but I knew it had to be done.  Cause like Brian said, I’d rather her hear about it from me, rather than an article in the paper or magazine completely blowing it up based off of radical minds.

[wantonrowls]

iKON IMAGINES : Cheating!AU

BOBBY

“I know you’re cheating on me...” “I-..” “I’ve been following you for the last three weeks....” “Y\N I-...” “You told me she was just a co-worker, that’s funny-...” “Can I say something?” You paused and looked straight into his eyes with no soul, waiting for him to speak

“I DID cheat on you-...” You removed your hands from his clasp when you heard those three first words. Tears that cannot be contained from your eyes are already pouring at this point

“Listen, listen...Y\N. I did...and, I’m sorry...”

“A sorry can’t remove our baby from my womb, Bobby...”

JINHWAN

“I cheated on you...” 

You were silent, unable to show the rage and hurt you feel from the inside. He was looking at you with an unknown expression

“If you wanna punch me, please do it, If, if you wanna kick me out of this house, i’m okay with it, If you want me to kneel, i’ll do it but please.....” He held your hands, putting it on his cheeks, tears streaming down his face

“Please don’t leave me”

“Did you love me?...” was all you had uttered “Of course! I love you so much Y\N”

“but you cheated, right?” “I know, that’s why I’m trying to save us...” and again, you were silent for a moment 

“was she good?” “w-what? no!” “is she a great kisser?” “No! you are far more better than her”

“Liar” “I’m telling you the truth, i swear!”

“You don’t cheat on someone you love”

CHANWOO

“What where did you heard that?!” “Hanbin admitted it to me already” “And you believed him?”

“How long are you gonna pull this shit, Chanwoo?”

“Because i’m not cheating on you! You know what? Maybe Hanbin’s right, I should do cheat on you!” He was more shocked when he heard himself, you turned your back and ran towards outside, where he’s not present, Tears were blurring your vision but you cared less, All you want to do at this moment is to run away from this, from him

A blaring sound of tires screeching at the road, people crowding the area, and you, lifeless at the middle of the road

“Yes hello?” “Is this Mr. Jung?” “Yes, who’s this?” “I’m calling from the XXXHospital, You are listed as Ms. Y\N’s emergency number”

HANBIN

"Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? You’re already married Hanbin! what? you decided that one day you’re this faithful man and then the next day you wanna be single like that? What the heck is wrong with you?” “How about instead of arguing like this everyday, how about shouting at me like I’m some kid and not a husband, how about for one fucking night, let me be myself, How about minding your own fucking business?!” “You know why I do that? When you go home you don’t talk to me, You treat me like i’m a maid in this house! You treat me like a nobody! Am I even your wife? Why do you do bad decisions at this point?!”

“Well maybe you’re the bad decision of my life!” You paused and looked at him. In front of you wasn’t the man you loved before, he wasn’t anything similar to that.

“Mommy? Daddy? Are you fighting again?” Your seven year old daughter woken up by the two of you

“Haha, no baby, Mommy and Daddy aren’t fighting” you smiled fakely “But why are you crying Mommy? Did Daddy hit you?” her little palms caressing your cheeks and you melt into the touch

“Mommy is just happy, that she feels like crying”

YUNHYEONG

he is on his knees, crying and begging for you to reciprocate your decision, for the both of you, for your future, for the baby, his hands are clasped together at yours, pleading like a kid, knowing that if he let go of your hands, it will be the end of it "I can't believe you did it" you tried to unclasp your hands from his but his grip became tighter the more you try "let go of me! you're disgusting!" "Y/N please!" "let go!" he finally lets go of your hands but immediately embraced you, his head at your shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably "forgive me, please" he cries and chants like a prayer, you try to push him but he pulls you more and so you without strength finally gave up and cried together, punching his chest again and again and him doing nothing about it "please Y/N, i love you so much" you feel his lips touching your neck as he speaks "god... i love you so much" you closed your eyes, avoiding his words, avoiding the heart pounding on your chest "please, I'll make it up to you, to us, for the baby" "Just because I love you doesn't mean you can do anything you want" 

JUNE

"It was an accident" he explains, sitting across you, hands fidgeting out of nervousness, the sight of him sucking the neck of some girl in your bedroom makes you vomit, the girl already left with apologies but you, the person he married cannot comprehend any of this matter "Oh, clearly it is. You 'accidentally' made a girl go into our bedroom, removed your clothes 'accidentally', fucked her 'accidentally', yeah i believe you" "It-it was a mistake" "Now it's a mistake" you stood up and went towards the terrace, opening the large windows, looking at the night scenery, it seemed like he hadn't noticed you stood up because he was still fidgeting his fingertips and his head low, "Say June..." you caught his attention and his eyes darts at your position, he stood up "...How long will it take for a body to fall from a 20 storey apartment?" "Y/N....don't do that" "wrong." as you jumped off and you can see his figure running late towards you, screaming at the terrace, shouting uncontrollably, you closed your eyes and felt a huge ache on your body as you cracked to pieces

DONGHYUK

you picked up his birthday cake from the pastry store, smiling from ear to ear as you walked home, imagining his face when he sees you bought something for the occasion.  At your doorstep, you tried to balance the cake and finding your keys at your pocket and managing to stab it to the keyhole, successfully opening it 

The place was quiet, of course, Donghyuk may have stayed a bit on work or maybe bought something on his way home, so you didn’t bother. You placed your things at the kitchen counter and wore your apron

“Maybe i’ll clean first”

one by one you scrub and rinse the plates from earlier this morning but you noticed two another plates at the sink, No one is left in the house in the afternoon because you work from 9:00 to 5:00 and Donghyuk works from 10:00 to whenever their leader wants to free them which is usually around 5:00 or 6:00, your hunch got bigger when a loud thud came from upstairs, you don’t own a cat, neither a dog so you immediately went up with the lightened cake on your hand

“maybe he went home already” you smiled, the thud may be because he’s decorating again and fell on his own

Walking to your shared bedroom, a shushing sound and a woman giggling softly got louder

“ssh! she might hear us!” 

Your chest was pounding loudly when you heard a familiar voice moaning heavily, trying to conceal it, The door wasn’t closed fully and so you peeked at the show going on on your room

Donghyuk was banging a woman, he was behind her, thrusting forcefully, her mouth is covered with her own undies, you held your hand to your chest, not believing what you saw, you pushed the door forwards, exposing yourself with the cake, Donghyuk’s eyes got bigger and the woman hid her face with a pillow

“Happy Birthday” as you smashed it on them

[ladywinchester1967]

Close Your Eyes

**CONTAINS ENDGAME SPOILERS**

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Character

Warnings: CONTAINS ENDGAME SPOILERS!!!!!!!! Fluff, lovey dove stuff. 

A/N: THIS STORY CONTAINS AVENGERS: ENDGAME SPOILERS, DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT WANT ANY SPOILERS!!! THAT’S THE LAST WARNING! I know this isn’t my usual thing, but I felt inspired after seeing Endgame on Sunday and I really enjoyed writing this, I hope you guys like it as well! 

Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanov*, Pepper Potts*  (*= mentioned)

“We failed,” Steve said in the phone “I failed. I failed you and-“

“Don’t you fucking dare say it Steve!” I snapped into the phone “Where’s Bucky?!”

“He’s gone.” Steve said “He’s gone; T'Challa, Sam, Wanda, Vision. They’re all gone.”

I collapsed on to the ground, the phone bouncing away from me as sobs wracked my body.

“No!” I yelled “No, Bucky! NO!”

I rocked back and forth as I held my knees to my face.

“He promised,” I sobbed “he promised me. He promised!”

Five Years Later.....

“Mama?!” A small voice asked.

“Yes baby?” I asked and saw my son, James, running toward me. I picked him up and he said

“Unca Steve at the door.” and stuck his thumb in his mouth, a tell tale sign that he was exhausted.

“Okay, well, let’s go see what Uncle Steve wants.” I said and walked to the door where Steve Rogers stood. He often came by the house to check on me and James ever since Bucky had disappeared. I learned that Thanos had snapped his fingers and wiped out half of earth’s population and for some reason, I was spared and in the very early stages of my pregnancy with James. Natasha had helped me out as much as she could, she was even there when James was born, but it was too hard on Steve. I knew he even had a hard time looking at James because he was the spitting image of Bucky.

“Hey Steve,” I greeted him and opened the door “you wanna come in? I’m just about to put James down for a nap.”

“Yes, thank you.” Steve said, keeping his expression tight.

Once I laid James down, Steve joined me for a cup of coffee and explained their latest mission.

“The less you know the better,” Steve cautioned me “but we’re gonna try and bring everyone back that Thanos got rid of.”

“How?” I asked, “the last I had heard, the Infinity Stones were destroyed and that was all she wrote.”

“Again, the less you know, the better. Just know that I’m going to do everything in my power to bring him home.”

I sighed and looked at the pictures on the mantel, a few were of Bucky and I, but lately, more space was taken up by James, which I knew Bucky wouldn’t have minded at all.

“What if this doesn’t work?” I asked. In spite of the hole I felt in my chest, I’d learned to get along without Bucky, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt every single day.

“It will,” Steve assured me “and the first place I’ll bring him is here.”

I could read the sincerity in his face, he was set. He knew what he had to do. I nodded and reached out, putting my hand over his.

“You better.” I told him.

Days went by without a word from Steve, which wasn’t all that worrisome, but nonetheless kept me on pins and needles. I kept up with James as usual, but this nagging feeling never seemed to leave me. I dropped James off at school and went home, pausing by the fireplace mantel. I picked up my favorite picture of Bucky and I, we’d taken a walk in the forest near our house and I begged him to stop and take a picture with me. He gave in and was smiling broadly with his arm around my shoulders. I sighed and put the picture back, feeling something move in my hand as I did this. I furrowed my brows and turned the picture over, there was a bit of paper stuck in the clasps that held the picture in place. I opened it and my heart nearly burst out of my chest. In Bucky’s scrawled hand writing, the note read

“You’re my life and my safe harbor,

Where the sun sets every night.

And if my love is blind,

I don’t want to see the light.

When my world was dark and blue, I know the only one who rescued me was you.

You’re the reason that I’m feeling it’s finally safe to stay.”

See you soon!

Love,

Bucky

In shock, I dropped the note, the quote was from a Michael Buble song that came up on my Spotify playlist. Bucky heard me humming along with it and wrapped his arms around me.

“I think this song was written about you doll face.” he had said and kissed my cheek.

Then I realized what the nagging feeling was, hope. For the first time in five years, I had hope that Steve would bring Bucky back to me. Tears fell down my cheeks and I clutched the note in my hands.

The next day, James and I were in the house, he was coloring on the dining room floor, his favorite animal coloring book and crayons in front of him while I washed that morning’s dishes. Once the dishwasher was loaded, I glanced down to start it when I heard the distinct sound of a car pulling into the gravel driveway. I looked out of the kitchen window for just a second, then back to the dishwasher, until it clicked in my mind what I had just seen. I looked back up and saw a black Audi SUV pulling closer to the house.

“No way.” I said and watched as the car came to a stop and the engine cut off. I could see Steve and Sam Wilson in the front seat and I immediately ran to the front door and out on to the porch.

“Mommy?” James called after me, but I barely heard him.

I watched, as if in slow motion, Steve and Sam climbed out of the front seat and the back driver’s side door opened.

He looked exactly the same; piercing blue eyes, long dark hair and a shocked expression on his face.

I jumped off the porch and ran to him, it felt like I was moving slower than I really was, as he seemed to be further away. With a couple of long strides, he met me in the middle as I jumped and crashed into his arms. He held me tightly, swinging me around as I cried out joyfully.

“You’re-you’re!” Was all I could say as I ran my fingers through his thick, brown hair.

“I’m home pretty girl,” he said as he pushed my hair out of my face and pressed his forehead to mine “I’m finally home.”

I cried as I kissed him deeply; his lips felt the exact same as they always had. Slightly chapped but still just as sweet and insistent.

“Mommy?!” I heard a small voice yell from the porch.

Bucky immediately pulled back from me and looked at the porch, seeing the boy for the first time. Their eyes, which were carbon copies of each other, locked and I turned to see a big smile cross James’ little face.

“DADDY!” He yelled and ran off the porch as fast as his little legs would carry him.

Bucky’s face drained of color as he set me down and then crouched as the little boy raced to him. James wrapped his arms around Bucky’s neck and squeezed him tightly.

“Daddy! You’re home!” James squealed in delight “Mommy, look! Daddy’s here!”

Bucky picked up the little boy and held him tightly, his eyes wide as he stared at me.

“Daddy?” Bucky asked, tears filling his eyes.

“Bucky,” I told him with a grin on my face “meet James Benjamin Barnes.”

“How-how old is he?” Bucky asked, the shock evident in his voice.

“I five!” James told him proudly and held up five little fingers.

Tears fell from Bucky’s eyes and I watched as he squeezed our son in his arms.

Steve and Sam didn’t stayed for a little while, they each gave me long hugs and I thanked Steve profusely.

“Thank you so much Steve.” I told him for the millionth time as I watched Bucky give James yet another shoulder ride while Sam chased them around the large oak tree in our front yard.

“I promised.” Steve simply told me “The first thing he asked me after the battle was where you were.”

I grinned as I heard Bucky and James laughing while Sam ran behind them. I watched as Bucky put James down to the ground. I turned back to Steve and asked

“Where’s Natasha?”

Steve wouldn’t look at me right away, he bit his lip and shook his head.

“No,” I breathed, my hands over my mouth “oh no, Steve. What happened?”

“It’s a long, long story.” Steve told me “one I haven’t even begun to process yet, but she didn’t die in vain.” He nodded over my shoulder and I watched as both James and Bucky were striding toward me with identical grins on their faces.

“What’re you two up to?” I asked as they got closer.

James looked up at Bucky, who nodded and from behind their backs, they both produced bouquets of wildflowers that grew in the field by our house.

“Oh thank you!” I exclaimed, taking them both and giving both of them a kiss on the cheek “Flowers from my men.”

That night, I made a pot roast for dinner; one of Bucky's favorites, and after a little bit more play time, it was time for James to go to bed.

“I stay up and play with Daddy.” James declared.

“Daddy will be here when you wake up in the morning,” I promised James “won’t you Buck?”

Bucky grinned and said

“You bet I will,” he booped the tip of James’ nose “I’m not leaving you or Mom okay?”

“Okay.” James relented.

After reading Goodnight Moon, Bucky walked with me down the stairs and into the living room where he pulled me into his arms and kissed my forehead.

“I’m so sorry,” he said against my skin “I should’ve been here.”

“You would’ve been,” I told him as I looked up at him “I know you would have if it hadn’t been for Thanos.”

Bucky held my face in his hands and kissed my forehead again and then the tip of my nose.

“Damn right I would’ve been,” Bucky told me “but I wasn’t and I missed everything. Him being born, his first steps, his first words.”

“You were here though,” I told him “he has a picture of you and me in his room, one in his cubby at school. He grew up on stories about you, he knows everything about you Bucky. You’re his hero.”

Bucky shook his head, his hair falling into his eyes until I brushed it away, tucking it behind his ear.

“YOU’RE the hero,” he told me “you held down the fort while I was gone, you raised our son by yourself for God’s sake.”

I shrugged and said

“I had help,” I insisted “Nat, Pepper and Steve helped when they could.”

“But you RAISED him,” Bucky insisted “he’s so good and sweet, that’s all you.”

“And he gets away with everything because he looks like you.” I told him with a grin.

We kissed as Bucky pulled me close, holding me tightly in his arms.

We stood like this for a long time, just holding one another. I laid my head on his chest, a genuine smile crossing my face for the first time in a very long time. I squeezed Bucky in my arms and smile up at him.

“I missed you,” I told him “and I found this.”

I showed him the note and he smiled as he read it.

“I left that right before-“ he stopped himself, biting his lip.

I nodded and kissed his cheek.

“I love you too, James Buchanan Barnes.” I told him.

He smirked down at me and kissed the crown of my head. He tilted my face up to his and we kissed tenderly. His hand combed through my hair as he picked me up with his metal arm, carrying me to our room.

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shot through the heart

trigger warning for mentions of blood and injury. 

Also this is about Emma and Hope, not mentioning any partner for Emma, so it’s open to any and all shippers and fans :)

But it does take place in my universe where Rumple died, Belle moved in with Emma and the s7 time travel thing just... did not happen.

Hope’s never been in a battle before. She’s seen them more times than she would care to count; in her family’s storybook, in her history books, in paintings on gallery walls. All different and varied across history and between realms, some fought by her immediate family like the Battle For Neverland as it’s now called, and some between whole kingdoms. She’s never cared much for them, not even the ones her parents fought in, and skipped past them, knowing, or thinking she knew, that she’d never have to be in one.

And now here she stands, sword in one hand and magic cracking below the skin of the other, running down Main Street with blood rushing in her ears. It’s not like the paintings or pictures in her book where the hero stands triumphantly over the defeated villain, it’s hell on the streets. People she’s grown up with run past her without giving her a moment’s notice, most if not all holding some sort of weapon in their hands. She’s vaguely aware of them but couldn’t recognise their faces if she tried, not even her closest friends. Everything around her blurs and melts away, only leaving focus on the road ahead of her. Her ears are attacked with an unholy symphony of screams and cries and swords clashing and weapons being fired, the sounds coming together into one agonising noise, each one becoming indistinguishable from the other. She’s not stupid, she knows that battles and wars are far from valiant and mighty and all that crap. But she never thought that, even if she did fight in one, it would be with tear-streaked cheeks and the taste of vomit in her throat. The worst by far is the blood on her hands and blade.

“Mom?” She slows to a jog and tries to force her weary eyes to focus, but the ringing in her head only makes it harder. “Mom?! Henry? Mom!” She stumbles back into a little, holding her sword tighter. She pushes an escaped lock of hair out of her face, trying to search the endless sea of faces, the enemy only marked by their silver armour. “Mom?”

She’s about to let out a sob when something hits her. At first there’s almost no feeling to it, other than the weight hitting her stomach and pushing her back and her mind immediately goes to magic. Until her hand goes to that spot reflexively and she finds it wet; something warm and thick drips between her fingers.

It’s only when she sees the scarlet substance across her palm that the pain hits her, knocking her to her knees and making her hit the floor.

And holy shit, does it hurt.

                                                                                                                     *****

No. No, no, no, no, no. No!

Emma’s had her fair share of moments that made her blood run cold, beginning even before she came to Storybrooke. Her life sometimes feels like it was a series of horror movie moments from sleeping on the streets in a rainstorm to being thrown in front of a car to giving birth in jail. Then add Storybrooke and magic and you’ve got enough to make someone need a good therapist (or in her world, Archie). She’s seen shit that should have send her flying back, but she’s somewhat proud of how she stood back up, even after Dark Ones and curses and several close calls with death.

But none of those could prepare her for this.

She pulls her daughter into her lap, brushing her hair away from her face and wincing at how cold her cheeks are. She’s always been pale ever since she was a kid, but now she’s practically translucent, courtesy of the arrow sticking out of her stomach, its silver tip winking cruelly at her in the setting sun. Bile rises in Emma’s throat. This arrow, like the rest in the White Witch’s army, are enchanted against Misthaven’s magic. Her hands can burn down forests and melt glaciers but snow they sit limp and useless when it comes to fixing her daughter.

“Mom?” Her voice is tiny, so unlike the bright laughter or deadpan snark she’s grown used to filling her house. Her green eyes look up at her, hazy and unfocussed. “Mommy?” She hasn’t called her mommy since she was five.

“I’m here, baby,” she whispers, stroking her hair. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you it’s okay.” Hope gasps a little and a tear leaks out of her eye.

“Mom… it hurts,” she grunts. “It hurts so bad.” Such a blunt admission from the girl who faced life with as much dramatics as possible made Emma choke on her tears, but it also brought her back to the situation at hand.

“I know, baby girl.” She wonders how long it’s been since she called her that. Not since she wore tutus and carried her stuffed duck around at all times, she knows that much. “I know, honey. Just hang in there.” She wraps her arms around her daughter, cursing at herself. What Hope needs is a pillar of strength right now, not trembling arms and shaking breaths.

Emma looks around her, surveying the battlefield one last time. She looks up just in time to watch Robyn send an arrow into the chest of the man who felled Hope, making it look effortless. She’s her father’s daughter. The young archer turns around and does a double take at the sight of Hope’s prone form, at the blood blooming across her white top. Emma sees the words “oh my god” form on her lips as she runs towards them and drops to her knees and remembers with a wince that she’s hardly much older than Hope is.

“I’ll hold it down here,” she tells her, shouting over the chaos of the battlefield. “Alice has the front line. Lucas and I can keep it up back here.” Her eyes move to Hope, wide and fearful, and Emma sees her hold back from gagging at the sight of the blood. Hope doesn’t acknowledge her, if she even has the energy to see her at all.

“Thank you, Robyn,” she says, grabbing her hand tightly.

“Don’t even thank me,” she says. “Just go. Thank me when this one’s on her feet again.” Emma nods, enveloping them in white smoke just as tears begin to blur her vision.

She finds herself outside Storybrooke General, the protection spell Alice placed around it preventing anyone, friend or foe, from entering magically. Hope lets out a pained groan on impact, the change in position no doubt angering her already nasty wound.

“I’m sorry, baby.” She presses a kiss to her head before kicking the door open and storming inside, her daughter’s head resting against her shoulder. “Help! Help!” Memories of running into this same hospital with a different child flicker up in her mind, past and present colliding.

Gideon comes flying down the hall, his stride faltering only when he catches sight of his almost-sister limp and half-unconscious in her mother’s arms. Having grown up in the same house, they’re siblings in all but blood.

“Holy crap,” he gasps, meeting Emma in the foyer and taking a moment to stroke Hope’s head. “What happened to her?”

“There’s an arrow… in my stomach…” Hope whispers, her voice thin and pained, but it’s there and Emma could cry. “What do you think happened?”

“Save your breath, baby,” she tells her, but there’s a spark of hope in her chest. If Hope’s aware enough to recognise Gideon and be sarcastic, maybe it’s not as bad as it looks, even with the blood staining the floor and Hope’s short, laboured, desperate breaths filling the silence.

“Get a stretcher in here, now!” Gideon barks down the hall and two dwarves appear with one almost instantly. Emma helps lay Hope on it and Hope’s ice cold hand clings to hers. Gideon assesses the damage while the dwarves pull the stretcher down the hall, his shaking hands the only thing that betray his calm demeanour. “Magic isn’t going to work on this one. Get her into that operating room and get Whale, now. We’re going to need anaesthetic, a fuckton of bandages and antibiotics, just in case.” One of the dwarves, Sneezy, she thinks vaguely, nods and runs down the hall.

“Emma, I’m going to need you to wait out here,” Gideon continues.

“Like hell, that’s my daughter,” Emma replies sternly, her hand tightening around Hope’s.

“Yes, I know. But we can’t have a civilian-”

“I’m not a civilian.”

“Someone who isn’t on the medical team in that operating room,” he finishes. “I’m sorry Emma but you need to stay out here!”

“No, she needs me!”

“What she needs is to get better,” Gideon tells her, looking down at Hope. She didn’t even flinch at his voice. Guilt and regret cross his face, unusual for a Stiltskin, but he’s also half French and that’s the part of him that makes him a godsend in the hospital. “Emma… we’re going to do everything we can for her. But in there…. You can’t be in there, Emma. I’m sorry.”

Emma looks down at Hope. She looks so much like her grandmother, her black hair spread across the pillow and her skin as white as… well, as snow. Tears run down her cheeks as she realises Gideon’s right, of course. She’s about as useful in a medical room as a jelly pickaxe. Her family takes the battlefield, Belle’s takes the hospital. It’s right, but that doesn’t make it any less hard.

“Okay,” she whispers. “Okay.” Gideon pats her shoulder and it’s hard to believe he’s the same man who tried to kill her, albeit not of his own will. Not that he remembers any of that.

Emma kisses Hope’s knuckles and then her head, hoping against hope that True Love’s Kiss works on arrow wounds.

“I love you,” she whispers, stroking her pale cheek.

“I’ll call you the minute we’re finished,” Gideon promises. Emma nods, knowing to trust a French, and watches him wheel Hope away. She wants to call after him and beg him to take care of her, but she knows he will. There’s five people in the world who love Hope as much as she does and Gideon’s one of them.

“Mom?” And there’s another one. When Emma turns, Henry is behind her, half a roll of bandages in his hand. He decided that his skills, like Gideon’s, are better employed here. And since his wife is out on the battlefield with her step sisters, he can keep an eye on Lucy here. Henry opens and closes his mouth, his eyes wide. “Mom what happened-”

“Hope,” she says, and his face falls instantly. She takes a deep breath before continuing, shoulders back, chin up. She straightens her jacket. Her parents might have fought in chainmail and capes, but she’s fought every battle, emotional and physical, real and fairytale, in this jacket. “She got hurt.”

“Hurt?” he echoes. “How badly, what happened, where is she, is she okay?”

“One question at a time kid,” she replies, her voice catching. “She got hit with an arrow. Gideon took her a minute ago. She’s in good hands. She’s…” She’s going to be okay. She’ll be fine. Those words don’t quite cross her lips though.

“Oh my God.” Emma throws her arms around him just as his knees start to buckle. When his arms come around her too, she melts into it, not realising how much she needed this until now. He’s shaking against her, clinging to her like she’s a stuffed toy.

“She’s going to be okay,” she finally says. Despite the hope she’s trying to hold onto, the words feel clumsy and wrong in her mouth. She hates uncertainties, especially ones like this. “They’ve got Whale and Gideon in there with her and they’re the best we have.” She tries to flash a weak smile and wonders if Henry can see the lack of heart behind it. “If anyone can save her, Dr Frankenstein can.”

“Yeah.” Henry smiles against her hand on his cheek despite the tears shining in his eyes.

“Dad?” Lucy comes running down the room towards them, her dark hair flying behind her. Emma can’t help but find the hasty smile on her son’s face intimately familiar. Her hair is pulled into a ponytail and, like her father, she wears a white coat over her clothes. “Dad, there’s more people coming in.”

“I’ll be right there, kid.” Lucy nods and looks over at Emma, realisation dawning on her as she takes in her red eyes and blood-stained fingertips, and she looks over at her father.

“Dad?” she asks, her voice small. “Dad what’s going on?”

“Just checking what’s happening out there,” he says. “Come on, Luce, let’s go.” He turns to Emma before he goes, squeezing her hands tightly, his mask slipping away to reveal the desperation.

“I’ll let you know as soon as she’s awake,” she promises him in a low voice. “She’ll want to see you.”

“Thanks Mom,” he says. He hugs her tightly before he leaves, the shaking arms and teary eyes almost gone completely as he takes Lucy’s hand. Lucy sends a concerned look over her shoulder to Emma as Henry takes her away. Clever girl. She’s like her father that way.

Emma pulls her hair back into a ponytail and takes in deep breaths. In and out, eight for eight. As she bites her nail, she hears the phantoms of foster mothers telling her stop it, what a terrible habit is. They may have been right, but it’s one of the only constants in her life.

She flops onto one of the hard plastic chairs, the feeling of worthlessness settling into her like little pinpricks. A Saviour is what she is, apparently. And yet she’s sitting here waiting for someone else to save her daughter from something that no amount of magic can fix.

Just down the hall and to the left is the maternity ward, where after 8 painful and uncomfortable hours, her daughter was born. Hope Eva Margaret Swan, five pounds, three ounces, two full weeks before her due date. Emma likes to joke that was the only time she’s ever been early for anything. Born with wisps of blonde hair that turned red just before her first birthday and stayed that way. Zelena joked that if they were out with their daughters, people might think Hope was hers and Robyn was Emma’s. And that might have been true, but ever since Hope dyed her hair black, they’re more in danger of outsiders believing her to be Snow’s, especially with their chin and the family green eyes.

She has almost all of Emma’s bad habits. Not just the nail chewing, but the sugar addiction and the Star Wars worshipping, the eye rolling and the affection for puns, driving poor Gideon up the wall, the inability to sit on a chair properly if their lives depended on it. Sometimes Emma can’t even scold her when she sees her stealing cookies before dinner, knowing she would have done the same thing at her age. But there are so many things about her daughter that she didn’t get from anyone, completely unique to her. Her too-loud cackle and famous impulse decisions, her aggressive competitiveness and her use of affectionate insults to show love, the way she loves with every piece of her, even if she’s too cool to show it. And then there’s her smile. The sarcastic one with her eyes narrowed, the bashful one she gets when she’s talking to Melody even after six months of dating, the excited one accompanied by fists punching and bouncing up and down, the cocky “in your face” smile she puts on when she beats someone at even the tiniest game. But the best one is the one with her eyes sparkling and dimples in her cheeks and teeth on full display, the one she gets where she’s so happy she might burst. Emma had always loved that smile, but it’s only now, when she sees that there’s a chance she might never see it again, she realises how much she needs it in her life.

                                                                                               *****

Something’s tickling her chin. Or someone, but for her sake and the sake of whoever’s with her, it better be a something. But that’s the first thing Hope becomes aware of, the presence of something soft tickling her chin. She goes to move lift her hand to slap it (or them) away, but it feels stuck to the bed. Her whole body feels like it’s melted into the mattress, her head fused to the pillow. She isn’t necessarily complaining though.

She spends minutes (or hours, she’s not totally sure) walking the line between awake and asleep, before she gets restless, her body not at all jibing with how still her limbs are. She tries to move, but her muscles don’t comply despite her best efforts. They don’t feel locked exactly, just deflated. Like a bunch of sad, empty balloons. There’s probably a better comparison, but her brain is a jumbled mess of thoughts right now, and not in the way it normally is where she can sort through it, especially when she feels herself fading in and out of consciousness.

After a while, she manages to blink her eyes open. The world is blurry and disjointed at first, but slowly manages to come into place. With the light from outside, she makes out the grey walls and TV standing isolated in the corner on a heavy looking metal stand and she frowns. This isn’t her room, nor is it any of her friend’s rooms. After some considerable effort, she manages to push herself up onto her elbow, only for a blinding pain to flash through her stomach. She lets out a gasp before she can stop herself and collapses back onto the pillow, her heart racing from the effort.

Thanks to the pain, the fog in her mind lifts and everything comes flooding back to her; the battle, running down Main Street, the arrow piercing her stomach, her mum’s face over her, telling her everything was going to be okay.

She turns her head slightly. Sure enough, she’s sitting on the visitor’s chair beside her, her hair messy from sleeping on her side and her eyes bleary and bloodshot. Her mum.

“You look like crap,” Hope jokes weakly.

“Look who’s talking,” her mum replies, moving from her chair and sitting on the bed. She takes her hand in hers and Hope squeezes with as much effort as she can muster. Her mum’s other hand strokes her cheek and pushes her hair away from her face, letting out a laugh as tears make their way down her cheeks. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine,” she says. Her mum raises an eyebrow at her. “Okay, maybe I’ve been better. What’d I miss?”

“We won,” her mum says. “Turned the tide, White Witch arrested. Oh and Robyn sent an arrow into the guy who shot you.”

“I need to buy her a drink.”

“She’s taken,” Emma reminds her playfully. “And it’ll have to wait. You’re not drinking for a while. Doctor’s orders.”

“Oh, boo,” Hope scoffs. “What would he know? He got his degree from a curse.”

“Normally I’d agree, but Gideon said so too,” she tells her. “And I have some experience with this kind of stuff.” Hope pouts for a second, but it’s soon gone and she nods in understanding. Her free hand slips under the hospital issue blanket and her top and she feels the strip of bandages across her stomach. “They’re staying on for a while.”

“Am I going to have a scar?”

“Most definitely.”

“Awesome,” she whispers. She turns her head and finds something tickling her again. She reaches up and finds a stuffed duck sitting on her shoulder, a pink bow tied around his neck. “Ducky…”

“I brought you some of your stuff from home,” Emma tells her. “You’re going to be here for a while. I brought your laptop, your books, your headphones, your Pop Tart stash…”

“And Ducky,” Hope adds, shaking the toy in front of her face. Emma nods slightly, her cheeks turning pink.

“And Ducky,” she admits. “That was your grandma’s idea.” Hope toys with it, her fingers running over his fur.

“I don’t mind,” she says. A few years ago, Ducky took up semi-permanent residence in her wardrobe, too babyish for her bedroom but too important to throw out. “I don’t.”

“I had a feeling you wouldn’t,” Emma whispers. There’s a lot unsaid in her eyes; a mirror of Hope’s own. Neither one of them are good with words, especially when it comes to this bedside manner, emotional sincerity crap. But the tight hug she pulls Hope into tells her everything she needs to know. “I’m going to go call your brother. He’s probably pacing the floor of his apartment right now.”

“I’ll be here,” Hope says, making Emma chuckle. She kisses her head again, and once more for luck, before lifting her phone and stepping outside.

Hope turns and looks at the digital clock on the wall. 4:15am. She feels a stab (pun intended) of guilt followed by telling herself how ridiculous she’s being. She slips her hand under her blanket and, against her better judgement, feels the bandage across her skin. It’s too thick for her to make out the wound, but if her memory is anything to go by, it’s probably bled through a little. Pain still flashes through her when she touches it, the icing on top of the throbbing ache she already feels in her stomach. She knows it's going to take a long, long time to recover from this, and maybe even then she won't be the person she was before this. She doesn't want to think about all the things she might miss out on now.

Being the product of a fairy tale isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, she realises sadly. Even with the magic.

[writing-mermaid]

Don’t wake me please from this winter dream

Prompt : James’ first Christmas

Words : 3 419

Author’s note : Let’s have some Christmas fluff ! 

Warnings : None

Song of the title : Winter Dreams - Kelly Clarkson

Masterlist - Series masterlist

“Here we are James, you’re ready to go to uncle Tony’s Christmas party”, I tell my eight-months old son, dressed into a lovely Christmas elf costume looking like mine, tickling his little round belly, his happy and soft giggles resonating in the room. It’s almost Christmas and his first one. I want it to be special, even if he doesn’t really realize it yet. I take a last look at him, he’s adorable in his little green and white costume.

“Mommy’s going to take a picture to send to grandma and give one to aunt Rebecca in her old people home”, I say to James, holding my phone in front of us to take a selfie. “Make a big smile baby.” I press the button and the result is wonderful. We should make it our Holiday card, Bucky just missed on the picture. My beloved and adorable husband is downstairs, with Bruce, Steve, Sam and Tony to prepare the party the last organized for kids in need. We’re giving a big party with a tree, presents for the guests, pictures with Santa, Christmas biscuits and sweets with hot chocolate. The whole tower is decorated with Santas, candy canes, little Christmas trees, mistletoe, reindeers and elves characters. This party promises to be a success. I place James on one of my hip, my mobile in a pocket in my costume and head to the elevator to meet the other Avengers. When we step in, James looks at his reflection in the mirror and claps his hands happily. “Are you ready to show to daddy how cute you are in those outfits ? And to your aunts and uncles. We’re going to eat Christmas biscuits, sweets, drink hot chocolate, and I’m sure your dad will make my favorite one, with cinnamon and whipped cream with nuts on top. And you are going to meet Santa, see kids from the city, you’ll be the youngest, but the cutest”, James’ piercing blue-grey eyes stare at me, while he’s listening to every word I tell him, smiling with the five teeth he has in his mouth. “And then, after that, tonight, it’s Christmas eve, we will have a great dinner and a lot of fun and tomorrow morning, when you’ll wake up, you will find a lot of presents, new toys and stuffed animals. And all of that with your family, our family”, I add, smiling to him. As soon as the elevator’s doors open, Christmas music fills the air and string lights are showing the way to the huge first floor meeting room that we use for the missions’ debriefing, that Tony planned to open on the adjacent living room. I prop up James again on my hip and start to walk in the hallway, Tony comes and meets us half-way. “Here are the mom and the most adorable kid in the universe !”, he exclaims, James holding his arms to him, for Tony to take him. “Come here to say hello to your old uncle Tony you little elf.” I give James to him and my son grabs the sunglasses Tony has on his nose. “James, baby, no, give it back to uncle Tony, that’s not a toy !”, I say, taking the glasses from my baby’s grip. “That’s okay Y/N, leave it to him”, Tony answers. “No, Tony, he has to learn that when things are not for him, he can’t take and have it”, I add, giving back to the man in front of me his belongings. “You two are really cute dressed like this. Wait to see the metal man, I think you’re gonna like it”, he chuckles before handing me back my baby boy and walking away. He’s the one who’s going to welcome the kids and their parents. Even if people don’t see it, Tony has a great heart behind his image of playboy, billionaire, he’s also a philanthropist, as he describes himself. James really likes him and Tony reciprocates it. I resume my path to the decorated rooms. At the second I pass the door, my eyes widen, there is Christmas lights and decorations everywhere, a Santa throne has been put against one of the walls, on a little stage with a red carpet showing the way to it. I don’t know which one of the boys is going to play Santa and what will be the role of the others. Tony is not going to disguise as he welcomes the families, coming straight away from the hospital, because this for that kind of kids he organized this party, those who are sick and stuck in the hospital for a long time, he thought that it could bring them joy to meet Santa and the Avengers. “Hey Y/N”, Sam pops up behind me followed by T'Challa who bows his head to say hello. They both are dressed in their gears. “Hello little Manchurian Candidate.” “Please, don’t call my son like that.” “That kid looks like his father more and more, and he’s only eight months. He has your nose though, and your cheekbones, but all the rest is Barnes’ spitting image.” “You know what, I don’t mind, I would love him no matter who he looks like, me or his father.” “Speaking of his father, I think you’re going to love his outfits”, he laughs. “You’re the second person to tell me this”, I tell him. “You’ll see”, he grins. T'Challa moves on my other side, James looking at him with fascination. The Wakandan king dark skin fascinates him when he’s used to being around all kind of people. When his gaze rises to the Black Panther’s eyes, James starts to babble. “I think he likes you”, I say smiling to my royal friend who stares at James into his deep blue eyes from his black ones.

Some steps are heard from the door of the meeting room and someone comes in dressed as Santa. “Hi guys”, Bruce awkwardly says. “Hey little James, how are you doing ?”, he leans towards my baby who manages to run his hands through the long white beard the doctor is wearing. “Hey doll”, I suddenly hear behind me. I turn around and Bucky is in my sight and I can’t help myself to burst out laughing, James almost slipping from my hold, caught by T'Challa before he lands on the floor. “Oh my God, I can’t breathe !”, I still laugh, bend in two, my arms holding my sides. “You look absolutely stunning my love”, I add, wiping a tear from my eye. In front of me, stands my husband, former Howling Commando and deadly assassin, James Buchanan Barnes, dressed as a… reindeer with a brown disguise, hears and antlers on a headband and a red nose. “Please, stop laughing”, Bucky begs me. “I look ridiculous.” “No you, don’t, I promise”, I answer him, while wiping my eyes once again. “You look lovely, Rudolph.” “Stop it, you just promised.” “I’m just teasing you, I’m joking babe”, I tell him, wrapping my arms around him. From T'Challa’s arms, James holds his arms towards us, making grabby hands to his father in order to be taken in his arms. Bucky takes him, and he immediately buries his little head in the crook of his neck, his cheek hugging the soft material of Bucky’s disguise. “He looks really cute in that outfit”, James lifts his little head when he hears his father talking about his elf costume, staring back at him with the same eyes and blinking a few times at Bucky’s accessories. “It looks great on you too by the way.” “Yeah, maybe, I don’t know what I have to be an elf and that some girl we don’t even know has the right to be Mrs Claus, I’d love to be Mrs Claus”, I pout. “Believe me, I’d rather have you as Mrs Claus than that sort of fury the hospital has imposed. Plus, I saw her in the outfit and I can definitely say that you would have looked better in it.” “Hey, wait I saw that outfit too, and I don’t agree with that !”, Bucky suddenly snaps. “There’s no way I let my wife play someone else’s wife, or you have to give me the Santa outfit.” “Nope, I’ve been chosen to be Santa”, Bruce answers to this. “Why don’t you want me to borrow your wife just for an afternoon ?” “Buck, please, don’t be a bear.” “I’m not being a bear, I protect what’s mine and the people I love”, he adds, pulling me closer to him, whilst James starts to play with his ears and antlers headband and his red nose, twittering at it. “What’s happening baby”, Bucky tells James, “you like daddy’s nose and headband. Wanna try ?”, he says, putting it on our son’s head and nose. James giggles and claps his hands again as he did when he saw his face in the elevator’s mirror, happy to have everyone’s attention. I lean my head on Bucky’s shoulder, watching him interfere with our son. They always look at each other with some kind of fascination, and they are so alike, in addition to their physical resemblance. James’ expressions are the same as Bucky’s, his smile too. My little boy is going to be a heart-breaker. “What did you do to my godson ?”, Steve’s voice suddenly rises from the door. “Is he some kind of hybrid of an elf and a reindeer ?” Steve is dressed the same way as Bucky, except that his nose is black. He’s closely followed by Natasha, Wanda and Vision. I notice that Nat’s hand brushes Steve’s, they share a quick glance and I figure out that there is something between them. If it’s what I’m thinking about, I’m happy for the both of them, they deserve to be happy. “I see everyone is here ! Good !”, a woman in her mid-thirty, dressed as Mrs Claus, exclaims with a twangy voice that makes James cringe in his father’s arms. “I see that some of you are dressed as I asked and some others are in their Avengers outfits. Oh ! And the baby is even dressed, that’s wonderful !”, she adds turning to us and trying to touch James’ cheek, who once again, hides his little face in Bucky’s neck, he must take after me for this. “Come to mommy darling”, I tell him, before slipping my hands under his arms. When he’s settle to my arms, Bucky takes back the headband and the nose : “Daddy is going to give it back to you later”, he says, pinching his little nose. “Be ready, the kids are going to be here in a few moments !”, she excitedly screams. And she’s right, less than ten minutes later, a group of around twenty kids and their parents pass the door, Tony following close. Janna the organizer set me up at the buffet, to give kids cakes, sweets and sodas, and also coffee for their parents, according to her, it was the best place to keep James with me. The kids come from time to time ask for a piece of cake or something to drink or to see James, between two pictures with Santa or games, while the parents come to talk to me from time to time asking me what life here with the Avengers looks like and also I notice them looking at James, wondering who his father could be. After two hours of babbling with his new ‘friends’, James yawns. “I know a little boy who’s tired and who needs to take his nap !”, I say, lifting him from his highchair, his thumb in his mouth, holding in his other arm his Winter Soldier bear. “You must be with us tonight, because it’s your first Christmas, and we want you to stay awake with us.” James leans his head on my shoulder, lifting his beautiful blue gaze to me as he understands that this night is really important, before closing them as I start to walk to the elevator. Before, exiting the door, I mouth to Bucky that I take our son somewhere quieter for him to sleep, he nods in return and discretely points a hidden corner of the room for me to find him when I come back. “Here you are”, I lay him in his bed. “Sleep my little angel, mommy loves you so much”, I say leaving the room with one last look to see my son already sleeping. I go back downstairs, where Bucky is waiting for me in the corner he pointed to me. I put down the baby-phone on the table I was previously stood behind and I join my husband on his spot. “How are you doing, doll ?”, he asks me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Fine, that’s amazing to see joy on all those little faces, bringing them some joy into sickness”, I answer him while I put my arms around his neck, and he leans his forehead against mine. “You’re so amazing with kids and when I see you with James, I can’t help myself to be sure that I made the best choice of my life keeping him and accepting to marry you.” “That’s also the best decision of my life. Have you seen under what we’re standing ?”, he says rising his head at the same time as I rise mine. “Mistletoe”, I almost whisper. “You know what it means”, he brings me closer and his lips brush mine. “I love you, you know that.” “I do, and I love you too.”

Hide behind a curtain we start to kiss each other softly but it quickly changes to a heavy make out session, Bucky holding me as close as he can to his body. “Why are you two kissing ?”, someone interrupts us. We stop, swollen lips, turning to the voice, still holding each other very close. “Because we’re married”, Bucky is the first one to regain his composure. “That’s impossible, you can’t be !”, the kid states. “Yes, we are, we also have a baby”, I tell him. “No, you can’t, that’s impossible”, he insists. “And why that young one ?”, Bucky asks. “Because, she’s an elf and you’re a reindeer !”, the child concludes, as if it was the obvious answer, causing me to burst out laugh for the second time in a day. “And if you have a baby, he must be some kind of hybrid.” “Oh, no, believe me, our baby is perfectly normal.” “Okay, I’m stopping it, I’m over of that shit, I’m gonna put my own clothes back, I’d rather meet kids as me.” He pecks my lips one last time before leaving. I turn to the kid who has his mouth hanging. “Come on kiddo, let’s find your parents”, I tell him grabbing his hand. When Bucky comes back a few minutes later, dressed in his Winter Soldier gear, a part of the kids run to him to have a hug or a picture. “Hey guys”, he says, “do you see the pretty girl over there, in the elf costume, that’s my wife, and remember the baby next to her earlier, that’s my baby and this year, it’s the first Christmas for the three of us.” “I didn’t know that you were a daddy”, a little girl says. “Yes, I’m a daddy, his name is James, and he changed my word in the best way possible”, he explains them, looking at me with a smile, holding his metal hand to me to pull me in a tight hug. “But, she can’t be married to you”, the kid from earlier speaks up. “She’s married to the reindeer.” People around us laugh just before Janna tells everyone that the party is over. Each of the kid goes back home or to the hospital with presents, pictures and dreams all over their heads. “Well people”, Tony claps his hands. “You have one hour to be ready for our Christmas eve.” Bucky and I head back to our floor hand in hand, impatient to see if our son is awake. James is sitting in his bed, playing with his Winter Soldier and his Captain America bears, babbling at them, too busy to notice us. “Come on little Barnes, time to dress up”, I take him from his crib and lead him to the bathroom where our clothes are waiting. “And here they are the last one, when they live here”, Tony playfully mocks when Bucky, James and me pass the common room door the lasts. “We have a baby, Tony, it takes a few times to get him prepared.” “Yeah, you’ve got a point. But now you are here, just come in.” As we step into the room, the three of us looks everywhere, enchanted by the beauty of it. There are lights everywhere and a huge tree decorated with baubles and tinsels. James looks everywhere around him, not knowing where to look first, the lights, the tree, I glance at my eight-months old son fascinated by what is surrounding him. “Hey Barnes family, I’ve got a surprise for you”, Tony tells us. “Hello kids !” “Mom”, I say, almost running to her with James in my arms. “What are you doing here ? I thought you were going at your brother’s.” “I was supposed to”, she answers, “but I rather being here with my daughter, my grandson and my son-in-law”, she smiles, taking James in her arms. “Hello, Bucky.” “Ma'am”, he responds, his arms finding their way around my waist and his chin my shoulder. “Hi, Mrs Y/L/N, nice to see you again”, Steve salutes her. “Me too Steven. It’s always a pleasure to see all of you guys”, my mom greets my friends. “So now that everyone is here”, Tony speaks up, “let’s have dinner !” We all take place around the table, James between Bucky and me in his highchair, my mom next to me, Natasha and Steve next to each other and so are Wanda and Vision, Bruce and Tony at each corner of the table, Sam, Rhodey and the whole Barton family, all of us ready to share a Christmas family dinner. The evening is spent in joy and at midnight, the kids get their presents. I sit James in front of one of his and show him that he has to rip pour the paper around the box. He starts to giggle and grabs a piece of paper and then pull it to him. The clear laugh of my son fills the whole room. I’m so happy that his first Christmas is a success, even if he doesn’t really realize what happens around him for now. When all the presents are open, I pick James up again in my arms, my little man looks so happy, his grey-blue eyes sparkling, a wide smile on his face, reveling the few teeth he has in his mouth. Bucky comes next to us and ruffles James’ chestnuts hair. I take the sight of my husband, dressed in a grey suit, his long hair pulled in a bun, he’s simply stunning and breathtaking. Once again, I lost myself in that blue gaze he gave to our baby, smiling at him, I never thought it was possible to love someone so much and loving two as I love both of my boys. “Look, it’s snowing !”, Lila suddenly screams. We all rush to the windows to see the white flakes falling from the sky. “Look baby, it’s snow”, I show to James. “Tomorrow we’ll take you outside for you to have a better view.” James claps his hands, happy to discover new things. “Hey, doll.” “Yes, baby.” “Look up.” I lift my head and for the second time of the day, we’re standing under the mistletoe. Bucky bends his head and put down a loving kiss on my lips. “I love you”, he whispers against my mouth. “I love you too”, I answer. And then, the same idea crosses our minds, our lips putting kisses on both of James’ cheeks. “And we love you”, we tell him at the same time, our baby still giggling of happiness. His first Christmas is really a success.

[betsonbetty-blog]

Now What? Pt 8

And we're at the end!!! Really hope you enjoy it! I'm sorry if there are any mistakes I have been editing as much as I can between classes, but exams start again this week so if I don't post it now it will be a while. Enjoy!

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Part 8

Adrien shifted on the bed wanting to enjoy the small amount of time he had left before Nathalie woke him up to start his day. He didn't want to open his eyes that would mean he was back in reality. Such a nice dream he had. Marinette and Ladybug being one person, with his bad luck he didn't believe it to be possible. Marinette Agreste. He liked the sound of it. He heard the door open and close. He knew Nathalie was there. He groaned ever so slightly, but immediately stiffen when he heard small giggles coming from the door. Snickers and giggles were becoming louder and closer. He then felt two small bodies land on the bed. "Mommy! Daddy! wake up wake up wake up," Louis and Emma both highly energetic.

Still sleepy, Adrien's smile grew wide. He wasn't dreaming, this is his future. He opened his eyes as a loud groan came from beside him. "Five more minutes maman," Marinette pulled the covers over her. Reaching for his glasses he felt Marinette stiffen and took the covers off relaxing almost instantly. Adrien turned to face his right as the twins settled between their parents. Marinette turned to face her left and placed a kiss on her daughter and son's head. Adrien met Marinette's eyes, "good morning, chaton" Marinette smiled.

Adrien reached towards Marinette and placed a quick kiss on her lips while the two kids giggled. A knock came from the door. Adrien stood up stretching to open the door, but the door slightly cracked when Alya pushed through. "Morning! The kids really wanted to be the ones to wake you up." Alya walked in with Nino trailing behind. Marinette sat up as Alya sat next to her.

Nino stood talking by the door to the still half dazed Adrien, "sorry dude. I told her to wait, but you know how it is with Alya. We can never keep her away from her best friend so she encouraged the kiddos."

"Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous," heels hit against the flooring behind them. Chloe walked up the stairs behind the two best friends on the phone. "Well you can tell Lance and everyone in the PR department to fix it. My wife is having one of her last doctor's appointments before the baby comes. If I miss it because of goddamn ineptitude and I have to go in I will make hell look like a freaking paradise. Fix it!" At the top of the stairs Chloe hung up, rubbed her temples and sighed.

A whistle escaped from Nino. "Damn Chlo. I haven't seen you this worked up in while. What the fuck happened?"

"Nino! Language!" Alya glared as she and Marinette covered the twin's ears. Nino flinched as he remembered the twins. Marinette ushered the kids to go play down stairs.

Chloe got closer to the room still rubbing her head "it has been a rough few days. Between the pregnancy and the fall lines com…ing…" Chloe trailed once inside the room. Shooting up straight then doubling over she began to laugh.

Marinette and Adrien glanced quickly at their best friend then back at Chloe. "Okay she has officially lost it," Alya deadpanned.

Attempting to hold in her laughter, Chloe began "you don't understand. Fashion week is coming up soon after everything for the fall lines has been approved and produced," then pointing at Marinette and Adrien, "you two cancelled your meetings from yesterday. If I recall correctly earlier this week our timeline's Mari and Adrikins had said and let me start with Mari. I quote 'if the meeting with the textiles doesn't go as planned it will put us in an even tighter time crunch delaying everything by a week.' Then there was Adrikins," she looked directly at Adrien, "you may not be as involved in the designing portion, but you are in the business side and I quote again, 'the board has been at a standstill with who to promote. We need to decide tomorrow on the plans or else nothing will get done. Four weeks Chlo, Four weeks, if the Milan branch decision isn't made that's how long I will be away from my family.'"

Marinette and Adrien stood in shock. "Why didn't Amanda tell us?!"

"She didn't tell you because you two never say how important meetings are in case they need to be rescheduled because of an emergency," motioning to the two of them again Chloe continued, "exhibit A."

Marinette fell back on the bed. "I can only imagine this timeline's me freaking out."

"Knowing you, she is more freaked out about the kids. Then Adrien will be there to calm you down to the point you forget the world exist. Reality is going to hit them hard when they return. It wouldn't surprise me if they forgot about everything and are just enjoying the past."

Marinette felt her stomach twist and turn similar to the day before. "Oh god!" She ripped the blanket off and ran to the restroom.

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Everyone had gathered back in the office. "Hey Mari, can I talk to you really quick?" Marinette followed Nino outside the office. He looked at Amanda unsure. Mari asked Amanda to give them privacy. Once out of sight Nino exhaled. "Mari, I have a favor to ask. If there is anything you remember please let it be this conversation. Adrien will go through a horrible patch. His father reason for leaving will be a in the middle of it."

"Nino please you have to tell me why. Why is that asshole of a father always in the middle of his pain! Adrien is a sweetheart. How dare he hurt him?"

Nino closed his eyes and shook his head. "I can't tell you why. We explained yesterday, but Marinette it is going to be really bad and hard on him and your relationship," Nino motioned to the house. "This everything you have seen is because you. You created this future. I have no idea where Adrien would be now if you weren't at his side. I beg of you," Nino's voice wavered. "Mari, he is my best friend. I saw everything the nights he got into bar fights, the alcoholism, the anger, the tears, and the pain. He will hurt so please protect him."

"I love him Nino. I would give my life for him. What should I do?"

"Just be patient with him. Be there and reassure him. He's going to go through a lot."

"Nino I can promise you I will be there for him no matter what."

Nino relaxed and motioned towards the office. "Don't forget cheese me as soon as you get back. You owe me. I remember freaking out and going straight to Master Fu with Tikki. I demand at least three wheels of camembert," Plagg was floating around Adrien.

"Hey Plagg, look over there," Trixx pointed towards the corner. "Do you see what I see?" Trixx seemed on the verge of laughing. Everyone followed Plagg's eyes but saw nothing.

A drooling Plagg couldn't stop looking towards the location he was pointed to. "So… much…camembert," he zoomed towards the corner, but stopped half way by Trixx laughter.

"Never gets old," the little kwami laughed.

Plagg's eyes narrowed, "I will end you," he raised his paw. Adrien quickly grabbed his kwami and covered his mouth. Resulting in Plagg biting his finger to release. "You live another day mutt." Snickering came from the remaining kwamis, "sugar cube, you hurt, me."

"Alright, it's time to say goodbye to the young dorks," Chloe, Alya, and Nino along with the kwamis said their goodbyes.

"So, we just drink this and wake up in our timeline, yes?" Marinette raised an eyebrow quizzically to the orange liquid in her hand as she sat down next to Adrien.

"That is correct. I had Wayzz make sure everything was perfect," Nino with Alya at his arm her head resting on his shoulder. Chloe had her arms crossed as she smiled. Adrien and Marinette took a deep breath before swallowing the thick sweet liquid. They felt their vision get blurry as everything went blank.

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Adrien felt light shining on his closed eyes. As he opened them he saw a familiar sight. The Dupain-Cheng living room. The smell of fresh croissants filled the air. He wondered what their future selves had been up to. He noticed Marinette curled up next to him. He held her a little closer as she began to stir a little. "I was beginning to wonder when you two were going to wake up," Adrien was startled to see Sabine in the kitchen. "Come eat breakfast. I'm sure Marinette will be up soon," she poured coffee into a mug and motioned him towards a chair. Adrien could get used to this.

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"Dupain-Cheng!" "Agreste!"

Rena Rouge, Carapace, and Queen Bee stood in the alley slapped jawed as they pointed at Marinette and Adrien. "You were right this is pretty funny. Well future you," Adrien stood arms cross with a very Chat smirk as Marinette giggled.

"Well, if you ask me it was about time," Plagg continued to chew on his cheese.

"I am so glad you're ok, Marinette," Tikki hugged her holder's cheek.

"Thank you for bringing our kwamis here safely from Master Fu's. We also know who you are under the mask. It's okay if you want to de-transform," Marinette pointed out.

The three heroes dropped their transformation.

"Chloe!"

"Alya!"

"Nino!"

This time Marinette and Adrien couldn't hold it in anymore and doubled over laughing. Nino gave Alya a small smile, "I actually knew you were Rena. I accidently saw you de-transform." A small 'huh' escaped Alya's lips.

"Anyways, we need to get to the matter at hand. Hour Glass, where are we on that?" Marinette and the rest transformed and began planning.

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"Pound it!" Ladybug and Chat Noir stood by the young girl who had been Hour Glass. The team's miraculous were all beeping. They leaped back on a roof top. Queen Bee was about to speak up before Ladybug spoke, "let's meet back at the bakery once were no longer transformed and we'll explain everything."

Once in at the bakery they went up to the balcony with the snacks Tom insisted they take. "I don't get it. We literally saw you two yesterday after talking with Master Fu. You did seem closer than usual though," Alya bit her cookie.

"Yeah, that wasn't us per say. I mean it was older us. At least that is what I am guessing considering Adrien woke up here."

"I'm glad I succeed as a Guardian. By the way what do you two remember from the future?"

"I only remember parts of conversations. Everything is a little muddy. The thing I remember clear as day was playing the piano with my daughter and Mari playing video games with our son."

"Same here," and the promise I made to Nino, Marinette added quietly.

"You're pretty quiet Chloe. I would've thought you would be blowing up at hearing them having kids," Alya noted.

Chloe sighed, "Marinette scarified herself without even knowing who I was. For once I didn't feel unlovable. By the way Dupain-Cheng you are an idiot. Another reason I am not upset is because I have sort of been seeing someone in secret." Chloe averted her eyes and gave a shaky laugh.

"So, who is the lucky guy?" Adrien nudged her teasing.

"More like lucky girl," Chloe turned red for once, "her name is Madeline."

For the rest of the day the friends stayed talking growing a bond that none of them would have expected a week ago. Alya was the last to leave, but not before asking if she could confirm LadyNoir on the Ladyblog. Adrien and Marinette were left alone on her balcony. Adrien grabbed her hand kissing her knuckles. "Marinette, will you go out with me on a date? I know how our future looks, but I still woo you if my lady will let me."

"I would love to go on a date with you, Chaton." Adrien leaned in for kiss meeting Marinette halfway. Marinette pulled away giving out a small giggle, "want to race to the Eiffel tower?"

"You're on!"

Bonus:

Future

"Welcome back dorks," Chloe sat across Adrien and Marinette. "So, did you enjoy your little vacation?"

"Well I saw my father again. As strange as it sounds I miss him. I wish things would have worked out different." Adrien felt a reassurance squeeze from Marinette. "We also ran into you when you were younger, well not Chloe."

"I don't remember," Alya touched her chin thinking hard.

"Anyways. Welcome to the next few weeks of hell for you two," Chloe snickered at the confused looks she received. "Ha! I was right you two forgot! Adrien have a fun month in Milan. Mari textiles are a bitch." The two paled in realization.

[clownfuckery]

A Monster for a Mate - Chapter 5

PENNYWISE X OC

Summary: It, a creature of the Prim, cannot reproduce through another of Its kind, but through a host, an inferior being. For centuries, humans have only served as a source of food, until one day, a being half human and half something It cannot place, sets foot in Derry. Its last cycle of waking and sleeping is thrown into disarray when Pennywise comes face to face with Luseres, the last descendant of the Nephilim.

There will be many references to The Dark Tower and Stephen King’s multiverse.  Rated M for strong sexual content (yes, there will be smut), violence, language, gore and horror.  

Previous Chapters:

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

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1.

Close Encounters of the Shitty Kind

Everything came to a standstill.

The time bubble began to erode, with the sights, sounds, and scents of reality pouring in.  Pennywise disappeared with a POP! leaving behind the echo of childlike laughter.  In the maddening haze that had taken over my mind, I felt my feet drag across the asphalt, feeling like they each weighed two tons.  My eyes saw only the torn, heap of flesh and bones that lay in a spreading pool of scarlet.  Paying no mind to the heaviness of my legs I pushed on, wanting nothing more than to reach my mother, to scoop her up from the small sea of blood that seemed to swallow her whole.  In my mind, I remembered the summer in ’94 when I nearly drowned in a community pool, how my mother had jumped in and scooped me up in her arms, reassuring me in her melodic voice that I was fine.  I was in her arms, cradled, safe.  Baby, you are safe, safe, don’t worry, I’m here, I’m here.  Now, as I ran into the traffic of Kansas Street to scoop up the specter of a woman who died some twenty years before, my lips sang the same song.  I would hold her, make her alright, and together we would walk home to cut the birthday cake that waited in the fridge of our one bedroom duplex.  Mother, you are safe, safe, don’t worry, I’m here, I’m here.

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?!”

Suddenly, I was yanked back, not only to the safety of the sidewalk, but to the harshness of reality.  I looked back to see an elderly man, with kind blue eyes and a head full of white hair, holding me by the shoulders and looking at me with concern.  

“Miss, are you okay?”

I jumped, snapping out of my trance and realizing what had occurred.  I looked around me, noticing the other townsfolk who had stopped to see the madwoman who had screamed in horror and walked into oncoming traffic.  

“You need me to call somebody?”

I turned my attention to the elderly man, shook my head, and ran.

Somehow I made it to the center of town, and ignored the odd looks and whispers as I whizzed through the streets, gasping for air as a crushing weight sank deeper and deeper into my chest.  A sound, almost like a choke but not exactly a cry, escaped my throat as I finally reached the glass doors of the townhouse.  I didn’t see nor hear Stacy look up startled and call out to me.  The elevator doors were miraculously open, and the moment they closed, I collapsed.

I slid down the steel walls until I fell to my knees, and the dam broke.  Loud, wheezing sobs rocked my body as the car went up, not stopping at any other floors.   The icy blade of truth had been plunged into my heart and I no longer lived, for who could go on when the blindfold of conformity is torn away?  Nor was I dead, for the pain was too real.  The well that had been kept sealed and buried had been forcibly burst open, and the waters of recollection were pouring out, unstoppable, and the little girl was drowning.  Drowning again…

The elevator dinged, but the doors didn’t open automatically. I gasped when suddenly, two gloved hands forced their way in, and the fingers wiggled.  Then the doors were quickly yanked open and standing at the entrance, looking down at me with a huge grin on his face, was Pennywise.

No! Not you!

“There you are, little songbird” he leered at me “ready to go home? I’ve come to fetcha”

In an instant, pain turned to fury.

“Fuck you” I growled.

“Interesting choice of words little one” he mused, then he lunged for me.  Grabbing my legs, he dragged me out of the elevator and into the hall, in the direction of my suite. I screamed, clawed and kicked all the way, shouting obscenities and crying out for help.  When he dragged me into my room, he stopped.  

“Why you fighting, Lus?  Dontcha wanna go with me?”

“Go where?” I said through dry laughter “the sewers?  Ha!  There’s a fucking joke.  And what are you gonna do, huh?  Keep me chained down there as your little fuck toy, waddling knee deep in piss and shit? I would rather rot”

He stared at me for a good ten seconds, as through trying to process what I said.  Then he burst into raucous laughter.

“Oh, so I guess you’d rather just…” he shrugged sarcastically “go home and fuck daddy.  That it?  Pop out a little cretin and then wait for him to…” he looked down at me but all humor had now left his face “kill you off just like mommy”

I let out a cry of sheer rage and tried to kick him off.  He let go of my legs and I lunged for him.

“Come get it little Lus!” he shouted as I rained down punches, scratches, and swings, but I failed to land a single one.  We continued to dance around the room, with he avoiding my blows with no effort, and I letting out all my pent-up rage on him.  

“YOU LIE!  IT’S ALL LIES!  YOU’RE TRYING TO FUCK WITH MY MIND BUT IT WON’T WORK! YOU SON OF A BITCH!  I’M LEAVING! I’M GOING HOME AND YOU CAN’T STOP ME!  YOU CAN EAT ALL THE PEOPLE IN DERRY YOU WANT BUT YOU’RE NOT FUCKING WITH ME!  GO BACK TO THE SEWERS WITH THE PISS AND SHIT WHERE YOU BELONG YOU EGG HEADED, CLOWN ASS PIECE OF SHIT!”  My life has all been lies and fuck you for tearing me from my bubble of blissful ignorance!

I stopped dead in my tracks when he suddenly growled, and I noticed that there was red around the yellow of his eyes.  I had angered the beast, had insulted him.  He grabbed my wrists and twisted them, brining me down to my knees as I cried out in pain.  My eyes went wide when I saw the glove on his right hand rip as claws emerged. He let out a loud cackle as he took a swipe at me, leaving a deep, open gash below my left shoulder.  Blood began to pour, staining my trench coat and my beige bodysuit which was now ripped.  My back hit the floor and he crawled over me, grabbing my hair and forcing me to look up at him.  Drool flowed from his lips, dripping onto my face and neck.

“I said I’ve come to fetch you, Lus.  Derry is your home now.  And the sewers? Oo ah ha ha ha ha... they’ll be our little love nest” he crooned, and his knee roughly parted my legs.  He settled in between them and pressed against me, rubbing up and down and moaning deep in his throat.  I pushed against him with all my might, but I was powerless.  Suddenly, he grabbed the nape of my neck with his clawed hand, and my struggle ceased immediately as I felt my neck go rigid and the razor-sharp claws dug into my skin, drawing more blood.  One good jerk, and my spine would be severed.

“Please don’t” I begged.

“Oh we’re begging now, are we?” he purred, then I froze in fear as his long tongue darted out and lapped at the blood that was flowing from my shoulder.  It took all the willpower left in me to keep from screaming in terror when he ran his tongue up my neck and up to my jaw.  The noises coming from deep within in were inhuman, like a ravenous beast getting a first taste of its kill.

“Say ‘Please Penny.  I’ll be a good girl’” he whispered in my ear.  His grip on my neck tightened and his claws dug in deeper into the soft flesh there.

Fat tears poured from my eyes.  The pain in my neck was unbearable, like a hot surge of electricity that shot in waves all the way to the tips of toes.  Oh God, I’m going to end up paralyzed.

“Please Penny, I’ll be a good girl” I managed to choke out “don’t hurt me”

“Hurt you?!  Oh, Pennywise won’t hurt you little one” his voice was now back to its usual childlike tone, and he let go.  I looked up at him incredulous at the sudden change.  He had gone from teasing, to enraged, to lewd, to murderous, and back to his clownish nature in less than three minutes.  He sat up on his knees and pulled me up by my hands.  I watched in shock as his claws retreated and his hand was once again inside an immaculate white glove.  Then he stood and bent down to scoop me up, when suddenly, there were noises in the hall.  The clown froze.  I sighed with relief.

“HELP ME!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, managing to get loose and taking off running.  The door shut on its own with a loud THUCK! and I ran straight into it.

“NOOOOOOO!” I cried out as I tried to turn the lock, but it was stuck.

I was trapped.

“AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHH” I turned at the sound, and my blood froze at the sight of a demonic clown, with razor sharp teeth and yellow, bloodshot eyes that promised a thousand horrors, flying towards me with clawed hands.

Then, maybe due to blood loss or all-consuming fear, I fainted.

2. 29 Neibolt Street

I heard, more than felt the groan leave my mouth as my eyes slowly opened.  Everything was blurry, and my head spun as I slowly came back into consciousness.  No, I’d rather be dead or comatose, my subconscious screamed as my vision adjusted and I became aware that I was laying on my side on a cold, hard floor.  My coat was gone.  I registered the pain that throbbed in my neck and the shoulder that supported my weight.  I laid on my back and brought a trembling hand to my neck, then flinched when I touched the still raw wounds.  They were crusted with dry blood, but the pain was fresh.  Next I ran my hand slowly over the gash on my shoulder, and I let out a small cry at the pain that exploded there when the fabric that was stuck to the wound pulled at it, drawing new blood.  

“Fucking clown” I muttered.

At that, all the memories of what had transpired came rushing back: The town, the bar, the clown in the Canal and in my room, the day of hunting for answers only to come face to face with the true horror of my existence.  Then the hotel… I sat up with a gasp and threw my hands up as if to shield myself from the incoming horror.  But everything was quiet.  Dead quiet.  I slowly lowered my hands and looked at my surroundings.  Next to me was a broken vase with fresh cut sunflowers inside.  I was sitting in the corner of a small, abandoned room.  The paint was crumbling, and large cobwebs hung all around.  The floor was made of rough, broken wood, and it was covered in dust, dry leaves, and shreds of fabric.  Looking up I noticed the ceiling.  It was completely bare, with only the beams of the main frame still supporting it.  There was a small boarded up window on the opposite end of the room, next to an old, hanging, open door.

I stood, knocking the vase in the process, and staggered towards the open door.  Before I could reach it, it shut close, and on its surface were the words in fresh blood:

TimE OuT LuS

Just then, the words began to bleed.  The liquid scarlet dripped down until it reached the floor, then began to pool and stream towards me.  I shrieked in terror and staggered, falling on my ass, then I crawled backwards to the corner where I had awakened.  I pulled my knees up to my chest and screamed until my voice went hoarse as the blood continued to flow like a river.  The smell of it was rotten, and I watched in horror as it began to creep up the walls, almost reaching the ceiling.  The floor was being covered by it, and soon, the only place that remained intact was my radius.  The blood was now going up the wall where I was curled up in a ball. Holy shit, it’s going to swallow me up.

“I promise!  I promise!” I screamed in panic.  The blood stopped, having reached right up to the flower vase, and on the wall right above my head.  With a loud swooshing sound and with the force of a strong wind, it all rushed back toward the door and disappeared into the letters.  I collapsed on the floor, and burst into tears.

I heard the sound of clinking, and I noticed that the flower vase with the sunflowers was back to its upright position.  I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and finally paid attention to the only object in the room.  I touched the yellow petals gently, and perhaps I imagined it, but the petals seemed to sigh and curl in contentment when I touched them.  There was also a bit of a scent to them.  It was sweet, and just a bit tart…

“Sugar coated lemon drops” I whispered in recognition.

I remained thus, sitting on the floor, holding the vase on my lap and reveling in their feel and scent, until the room grew dark.  The sun had set.  Finally, overcome by exhaustion, I laid down on the floor, and fell into a deep and restless sleep.

When I awoke, the room was brightly lit.  The first thing that greeted my vision were the sunflowers that were now positioned next to my head.  I sat up and frowned with confusion when I noticed the old, torn, raggedy blanket that covered me.  Its plaid pattern was faded, the edges frilled, and it smelled old and dusty.

“Oh, so now we’re being nice, are we?” I groaned.  

I rubbed my sore neck, then I drew in a breath when I noticed the piercing wounds were gone.  Alarmed, I looked down at my shoulder, and saw the wet rag that was pressed against the gash, held in place by the remaining fabric of my bodysuit.  Carefully, I peeled it back and to my amazement the gash was mostly healed.  Not entirely, but it was no longer raw, and a thin layer of new skin was already growing.  The blood had been cleaned (or maybe licked?) off.  I put the rag on what remained of the rim of the flower vase and it was then that I noticed the door was open again.  

“You’re gonna let me out?” I called out, but there was no answer.  I threw the blanket off and rose to my feet.  I took a couple of small steps towards the door, but nothing happened.  I took two more.  Then three.  Then four.  Soon I reached the door and stood at the threshold.  No blood came, no sudden screech as Pennywise or some other horror ran up on me from the hall.  Cautiously I peeked out and with shock I realized I was on the upper floor of some abandoned home.  Light from outside streamed from the beams, bathing the interior in an eerie glow.  I took a step out of the room and onto the hall.  A board creaked.

“Rise and shine, little songbird!  Time for breakfast!” Pennywises’s voice floated up toward me from the lower floor.  I jumped at the sound of his voice, and almost dashed back into the room and into my corner of safety, but his voice rang out once again.

“Oh come now Lus, you don’t want it to get cold, do you?”

I steeled myself and walked down the length of the hall to the stairwell, pushing cobwebs out of the way.  I took each step on the stairs with extreme caution, expecting them to collapse under me, sending me flying down to a most gruesome death, but the boards held.  As I reached the lower floor I surveyed the area, and took in the decrepit state of the old house.  It was Victorian in structure, with large, open rooms, and antique pieces of furniture scattered throughout.  I took in the intricate details of the fireplace that still shone through the thick layer of dust and time, and read the words on the rich wood:

Good Cheer Good Friends

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The sound of shuffling and munching grabbed my attention, and I turned in the direction of the sound.  I made my way to it, crossing the staircase into the other wing of the home, where I walked past an empty, dark dining room, and turned the corner into a brightly lit kitchen.  

I never made it inside.

Sitting at a small table was Pennywise, sinking his razor-sharp teeth into the bloody, torn body of a small boy.  The child’s eyes were lifeless but still open, glazed over in unimaginable terror.  His mouth was in a frozen ‘O’.  Blood had come out of his nose, and his head bobbed grotesquely as Pennywise tore into the flesh of his torso, ripping out large chucks of meat.  He whipped his head up when he saw me standing there, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he swallowed a mouthful.

“You’re right on time, my sweet! It’s still fresh.  Caught me a catch for both of us!  You want a leg or you want an arm?” he said as he broke off an arm at the elbow with a sickening crunch, and held it out for me.

My hands went to my mouth to keep from vomiting and I gagged in disgust at the sight.  I turned on my heels and ran for the door.  Behind me I could hear Pennywise laughing loudly, and the whole house shook with his laughter.  Dust and beams fell off the ceiling all around me as I dashed to and fro looking for a way out, any window or door.  But every time I seemed to get close to a way out, the whole house shifted and I would be once again at the entrance to the kitchen, watching the clown tear into the kid.

“It’s either good, wholesome food or empty tummies” he said when I ended up in front of him for the umpteenth time, but this time, he had shifted into Mrs. Doubtfire, with blood dripping from her mouth.  I ran again, but instead of getting stuck in the shifting rooms, I ran up the stairs and into the room where I had awoken. I shut the door closed and stepped back when the words on the door now read:

YuMmy iN mY TumMy

I turned when I noticed a paper bag on the floor, next to the flower vase.  I could see the golden arches of the McDonald’s symbol on the paper.  

But also, next to the paper bag, was the severed arm.

3. Siren Song

It would be hours before I caved in, finally reaching for the bag and getting past the bile that rose in my throat every time I saw the bloody arm.  The fingers were now curled and stiff with rigor mortis setting in, the blood was now a gross thick goo.  I would have kicked it out of my sight, but the mere notion of letting my shoe touch it caused me to almost vomit.  Instead I grabbed the bag, flower vase and blanket, and crawled to the opposite corner.  I didn’t dare leave the room for fear of what lurked outside.

I opened the McDonald’s bag and found two burgers inside.

“No fries? Figures” I groaned.  I took one out, unwrapped it halfway, and bit into the quarter pounder.  It was now cold, but for some reason it tasted awfully satisfying.  As I ate, a thousand ridiculous questions crossed my jumbled mind: How did he get the burgers?  Who was the boy?  What is this place?  Does he have money to buy burgers?  Where does he get it?  How did he scare the boy to death?  Why burgers?  Did he change shape into a human to buy the burgers?  Or did he just stroll in there and stole them?  Burgers though?  Did he snatch the boy up at McDonald’s?  Wait, if it’s morning how did he get burgers?  WHAT TIME IS IT?!

“Asshole got me nothing to drink” I coughed as I swallowed the last of the second burger, feeling the tightness in my throat.  I stood and walked to the boarded window, trying to catch a glimpse of outside.  I caught sight of sunset orange light, a dirt street, a broken-down wire fence, a barren garden covered in tall grass, a dead tree… and sunflowers.

Sunflowers?!

I looked back at the sunflowers in the vase that had been there when I awoke.  They were fresh and full of life, just like the ones in the garden outside.  But how could such beautiful flowers grow where everything else was dead and decaying?  And if the sunflowers in the vase came from the garden outside, then it meant…

I sat on the floor again and touched the flowers.  Once again, they seemed to open up and give out a sigh of contentment when my fingers brushed against their delicate petals.  As I reveled in their softness, I remembered my days as a teenager when I had become obsessed with the supernatural meaning of animals, celestial phenomena, and plants.

“The Sunflower: Symbol of longevity, loyalty… and adoration” I remembered aloud.

I let out a laugh, remembering the words of that old country song I had heard my adoptive father play on the vintage record player on those breezy summer days in Vermont.  A lover of country music, Glen Campbell was his favorite artist.  Now, as I sat there, locked away from the world, I sang.

Sunflower, good morning

You sure do make it like a sunny day Sunflower, fair warning I'm gonna love you if you come my way…

I stopped when I heard rustling outside.  The boards creaked.  I smiled deviously and continued.

Now, if there's a chance that romance can find you Better not find you looking the other way Now, isn't it time you finally take it Make it so real it steals your breath away…

The door opened.  Standing there, framed by moonlight, was Pennywise.  In his hand he carried a single sunflower.  His hair was perfectly coiffed, his clown makeup was flawless, and his suit was perfectly puffed out and immaculate.  He walked up to me and sat on his knees, presenting me with the flower.

I took it.

“Sing, little bird.  For me” he purred, giving me a most debonair smile.  I noticed that his eyes shone beautifully bright.

My voice rang out once more, filling the decaying boards and beams of the old, abandoned home with new life.

Sunflower, good morning You sure do make it like a sunny time Sunflower, good morning And someday, child, I'm gonna make you mine…

Well, if there's a chance that romance will find you Better not find you looking the other way Isn't it time you finally take it Make it so good it steals your breath away…

End of Chapter 5

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[godlyvan]

11 | 25 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS

summary | memories of past decembers leading up to christmas day.

warnings | swearing, and idk what else honestly.

a/n | had this in my docs all december. i was sooooo ready for this. i hope you guys truly enjoy this. it took me forever to finish. i hope you’ve had a wonderful christmas, to those who celebrate.

requested | yes and no; Could you please write a Christmas one??? Snowy London, Christmas shopping, going to Christmas-themed cafés, putting up the tree, drinking hot coco in front of the chimmey, family reunions, and, Holiday Happiness in general?? (maybe Van's gf is pregnant?? so it'd be a very happy festive Van singing Christmas carols to the baby bump and stuff!) + i don’t know if you’re still planning on doing christmas themed ones but i’d love a little fluff one of van at christmas, decorating the tree at home cozy fire all that etc!!!

Day One: Snowfall

Snow began to fall. It was slow at first, barely anything on the ground until it all began to fall faster. It wasn’t quite packable snow, but it was just as beautiful. The kids wanted to go out so bad, so Y/N bundled them all up and sent them out back, following close behind. Van was still sleeping. Tour ended a mere three days ago, his sleep schedule bent out of sorts. He was physically drained, playing shows almost every night had its toll on the body. But he heard laughter coming from outside, and he knew to join his family.

Amy had rolled out a few snowballs, attempting to start a snowball fight. None of them stayed together, mid-flight they broke apart, only little clumps landing on an opponent. Giggles - it seemed - could be heard from miles away, Van smiled, standing at the garage door. Their kids screamed in joy and ran over to their father. His youngest, Oliver, wrapped his arms around his father’s legs, Amy taking his torso (she was the taller of the two, Oliver only being two, he wasn’t going to be that tall). Y/N walked over to him, waiting for their kids to go back to the snow. “How’d you sleep, babe?”

“Really good. The bed got cold when you left, but other than that, I slept like a baby.” He pressed his lips to her temple, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. She leaned into his touch, sighing as she closed her eyes. Her head rested on his shoulder, pulling him in for a hug. They stood there for a few minutes before a snowball was attempted to be thrown at the two. “Oi! Olli, Daddy’s gonna get you!”

“No, Mommy save me!” Y/N chased after Van, who was pretending to chase their son. Amy joined in, whisking Oliver to a safe place in their yard, telling Mommy and Daddy that they couldn’t get after them. “Hah! Can’t get me now!”

“I love you, sugar.” He spoke, her eyes directly moving to watch his lips. They were so beautiful and pink, the most wonderful thing she’d ever seen. Aside from the rest of him, of course. Especially his mind. What an intricately beautiful mess. “Did you hear me?”

“Huh, yeah. I love you, too. You know how much I love those lips of yours, Ryan.”

“Indeed I do.”

Day Two: Christmas Caroling in the Studio

It became tradition. Every first day of being back in the studio at Christmas time, they’d sing cheesy Christmas songs until they passed out from drinking so much. That was until Y/N had announced that she’d become pregnant, Van’s hands falling onto her stomach right away. He knelt down, his forehead pressing up against her stomach. “Hello, Little One. I love you so much. You’re gonna be Daddy’s favorite.”

“Van, you can’t say that. We have Amy, you know.”

“I know, love, but I’ve gotta make this baby a Daddy’s baby. Can’t have ‘im falling in love with you.”

“We don’t even know if it’s a boy yet, how can you be so sure?” She asked, his smile contorting into a cocky smirk. Damn did she know that smirk all too well. He was usually right when it came into play. He didn’t say anything as he began to sing Christmas carols to the baby. His hands put themselves back on her hips, making her sway. He wrapped his arms around her after standing back up.

“Baby, it’s cold outsiiiide.” He smiled, kissing Y/N’s nose. Her cheeks were red, her hands coming up to cup his cheeks. Her fingers curled over his ears, strands of hair brushing against her. “I love you, darlin’.”

“I love you, too, Van. Thanks for everything. Now, what song are we singing next?” She asked, planting a light kiss to his lips. The boys groaned behind them, begging them to stop. Bob didn’t do anything, he knew it took you two so long to realize the mutual feelings, so he let everything slip for a while.

“Can we stop with this Christmas shit? Amy’s passed out on the couch in the booth, can we just go home now?” Bondy asked, pointing over to the booth where Amy slept, her little hands tucked under her head. Van nodded, walking over to wake his daughter up, bringing him and his beautiful girls home. “See you later. Goodnight, Amy.”

“Night Uncle John.” She waved weakly, her head nestling in the crook of her father’s neck, his hand rubbing her back. “Can I sleep with you tonight, Daddy?”

“Yes you can. Mommy would love that, wouldn’t she, yeah?” Amy nodded, wrapping her arms around her father before falling asleep. “Must be all sung out.”

Day Three: Snow Angels

Nobody ever said snow angels were for kids. Well, maybe they did, but they never listened anyways. Sitting in class was hard enough for Van, but Y/N didn’t mind. She enjoyed learning, she just wasn’t one for classrooms. She could learn a lot more outside, not sitting in some desk being told what she can and cannot wear. Van definitely wanted to fix that, he hated seeing her trapped inside of a classroom without his jokes and sexual innuendos. ‘Meet me outside in 20. U won’t regret it!!’

She snuck out of class, telling the teacher she needed to see the nurse. Thankfully, the school nurse was terribly old, her hearing and vision all out of whack. She hurried to the front doors of the school, seeing Van hidden behind a tree, his smile beaming from across the way. She opened the door quietly, slipping outside to meet Van. She laughed, her hand falling into place with his. They dashed away, running to a nearby park until they were sure they were ‘safe’. He pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. “Van, it’s snowing! Let’s make snow angels!”

“It’s fucking freezing, no way.”

“Party pooper.” She called, finding a good place to settle in. Her legs and arms moved up and down, in and out. She giggled, snow falling onto her face. She stood up, trying not to wreck her new snow angel. It looked perfect to her, turning around to find Van smiling, cigarette hanging from his lips. She walked over to him, ripping it from his mouth. Before he could protest, she kissed him, making him stand up. His hands went to her waist, pulling her towards him. She turned them around before pushing him down on the ground.

“Oh, fuck you, Y/N.” He laughed, putting his head down on the ground. He held out his hand, “Help me up, Y/N/N, please. You owe me.”

“Fine,” she smiled, her hand grabbing Van’s. It was a trap, and she should’ve seen it coming. He pulled her on top of her, her hands instinctively going to his chest. “Smooth move, McCann.”

“Only the best for my little snow angel.” He smiled, pushing hair out of her face. Her eyes never left his. They were so blue, even more so than usual. She was completely in awe. She didn’t realize she was staring until he began to lean in, his eyes closing. He was going to kiss her, and she was going to kiss back.

Day Four: Cold and Flu Season Begins Again!

Everyone was sick. Well, everyone except Y/N. All of the boys were practically almost bedridden, snot dripping from each of their noses. Two were nauseous, three had a fever. Soup was made from scratch, Y/N’s chicken noodle recipe always made Van feel better. She’d made some for the other boys, but never got any responses back, besides Bob. He was truly a sweetheart. “Here’s soup, and a few crackers if you can stomach it. Don’t over stuff yourselves, just focus on getting better.”

“Baby, can you - achoo! - rub my back please?” Van asked, laying sideways on their bed. She smiled, nodding after setting his soup down next to the television. He laid on his stomach, using his hand to keep the wet washcloth on his forehead. Her fingertips worked wonders, trailing over every inch of his skin. His voice was slurred, his eyes beginning to droop, “Thank you, baby, that feels really nice.”

“Shhh, just close your eyes.” Van did as he was told, his eyes shutting, and his breathing slowing down, heartbeat was slow and sleepy. She smiled at his barely open mouth, light snores falling from his lips. “God, you are just the most beautiful man.”

She pulled out a photo book he’d given her for Christmas the year before, flipping through all the pictures and the spaces of where memories were soon to fill. She pulled out a note that he had written her when they were younger, explaining to her how much he truly loved her. Van didn’t give it to Y/N until they’d said ‘I love you’ to each other. He had already written it before they even started dating. That boy was so filled with love and happiness, it was inevitable for her to fall in love with him.

She looked over to him, brushing a fallen piece of hair out of his face. Her lips lightly kissed the arch of his eyebrow before leaving to go check on the other boys in the living and spare room. “You guys need anything from me before I take a nap with Van?”

“No, but thank you, Y/N.” Bob coughed, tissue stuck in his nostrils. Y/N felt bad for the boys, but knew it was inevitable.

“You’re welcome to anything in the cupboards and the fridge, please help yourselves. And don’t fight over the channel, I’m looking at you Larry.” Y/N said, pointing her finger towards Larry, who chuckled at her calling out.

Day Five: Decorating the Tree

It was quiet in the house all afternoon until the four of them came home. Their tree had been hauled all the way back on the top of the car, held down with jumper cables and lots of rope. The kids recited Spongebob’s Christmas episode, ‘Santa’s coming tonight, tonight, Santa’s coming tonight’ all the way home. It broke their heart to find out he only comes on the 24th when everyone’s asleep. “Daddy’s gonna go get the ornaments. Can we take off our shoes and coats and put them where they belong, please?”

“Yes, Mommy!” Coats were hung on the rack and shoes were on a towel by the door. They sat on the couch, Olli’s socks already laid out on the carpet, his feet dangling from the couch. Van brought in the clear box of ornaments, setting it down on the table, asking Y/N for help to bring the tree in. Of course, with Van’s self and Y/N’s sheer sarcasm, it took about twenty minutes to actually get the tree inside the door. That, and the kids decided it would be a good idea to get one of the biggest trees at the farm. Van can never say no to his children.

“You guys ready to put ornaments on or what?” Y/N asked, her kids’ ears perking up. They ran into the kitchen, watching Van open the lid to the box. Their smiles light up at the sight of all the ornaments in the box. The kids hung up their own, as Van and Y/N took the rest of the decorations. The lights and tinsel looked so nice against the evergreen tree that spiced up their living room.

“Thank you for today, babe.” Van spoke, wrapping his arms around her waist, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“Van, I didn’t even do anything. You cut down the tree, you orchestrated the whole day, honey. I should be thanking you.”

“Thank me later when the kids are sleeping,” he whispered into her ear, earning a light slap on the arm and a wink from her before turning their attention back to the kids.

Day Six: Exchanging Gifts

It was their first Christmas. As friends. But more than friends, you know? Little glances stolen at inappropriate times, touches whenever they could. Friends don’t usually write love letters to each other, do they? They usually don’t have occasional kisses either. “I got you something.”

“Y/N, you didn't have to.” Van admitted sheepishly, his cheeks going red.

“I know, but I wanted to. You deserve to be appreciated sometimes, Ryan.”

“You know I don’t like being called Ryan.” He looked up at her, his fingers picking at the wrapping paper. Inside was a brand new, leather journal. Y/N had caught on during the school year that he spent his time during class writing something down on his homework sheets. “Y-You--”

“I noticed you writing all year. Well, half the year, I still can’t believe you actually dropped out. Do you like it?”

“Darlin’, I love it! Gonna write so many songs about you. I mean, your parties.” His cheeks blushed furiously, biting the inside of his lip to keep him from smiling. “I got you something too.”

He handed her a small box with a charm inside. It was a small alligator, knowing she wasn’t big on wearing them, but she collected anything having to do with them. “It’s the best gift ever, thank you, Ryan. I love you, and it, with all my heart.”

Day Seven: Secret Santa

Nothing was more nerve wracking to the group. Would everyone like their gifts? Of course Y/N wasn’t too worried about her gift, Bob would accept anything if it had some sort meaning to it. He was the epitome of kindness, really. Bob had gotten Benji, Benji got Larry, Larry was bestowed Bondy, Bondy drew Van’s name, and naturally, Van got Y/N.

It was a piece of cake. He could get her anything in the world and she’d love it. She was once given the world’s ugliest pair of socks, but she still wore them anyways because they kept her feet warm and they came from Benji. She even got a little Lego man from one of Van’s cousins. The smile that little one had was enough to convince Y/N she had to keep it. “Alright gang, let’s open these gifts.”

“Fuck yes, mate!” Van exclaimed as he ripped the wrapping paper to find three packs of cigs, a bottle of Scotch, and a walkman, as if he needed one. “Whoever got this for me, mate, you’re the fucking best.”

“I got a cute little sweater for my dog!” Benji smiled as he read the writing on it. ‘Dad’s good boy’ was what it read. Benji loved it, he almost cried. Bondy snickered as he had gotten a new hat to try out, Larry getting sick of seeing him in the same one all the time. Larry had gotten a new collar for his dog, who’d been needing one since she chewed hers to bits. “Y/N, you’ve gotta open yours!”

“Oh my God,” she held her hand over her mouth at the sight underneath the wrapping paper. It was a scrapbook of their recent tour, each date marked with a ticket stub and photos Bob had taken. Written in Van’s messy handwriting was a little note, which lead to a pocket in the scrapbook where a disk lay inside. “’To my sunshine - for always making me see the light in the dark, no matter how hard it is to see.’ Fuck, this is too sweet, I’m actually gonna cry.”

“Don’t cry, love, it’s meant to make ya happy, not sad,” Van spoke, his hand on her knee. She grabbed her hand in his, kissing the second knuckle on his. She wiped away her tears with the other one and kissed his cheek. “What was that for?”

“I know it was you, nobody else calls me sunshine.”

Day Eight: Last Minute Christmas Shopping

The stores weren’t as packed as they were during Black Friday shopping, for one. Two, it wasn’t the weekend before Christmas Eve (thankfully). Van pushed the shopping cart while Y/N grabbed everything and put it inside. Van offered to push her around, not wanting to tire her out too much. “Van, I’ll be fine, okay? I’ve been doing this for years, let me remind you.”

“I know, I just feel bad that we have to lie to the kids every year and pretend Santa comes.”

“That’s the - you know what, I agree. Next year will be a Santa-free Christmas. But I am not getting in that damn cart.” She smiled, putting in a toy firetruck Olli had been looking at for ages. He begged for it every time he saw it. It had gotten old enough to the point she’d make Van take him down a different aisle while she got other birthday presents for her nieces and nephews.

“Can we buy new curtains for our room, too? Amy fucking cut a hole in ours trying to make a dress for her Spider-Man action figure.” Y/N laughed, nodding as they rounded the corner, turning into a new aisle. They picked out a pair of navy blue ones, hoping that their children wouldn’t ruin these ones (even though they knew they would eventually). “Typical of her, I know. She’s the craziest kid.”

“Did you somehow forget our son, Oliver Adam McCann, who feeds the dogs little plastic toys so he can find them again in Lola’s shit?” Van cackled in the store, everyone’s head turning towards them as Van almost fell over.

“Is he really doing that?”

“You haven’t been watching him at all, have you? He’s been doing this for months! I yelled at him to stop, but our kids don’t listen very well.” Van wrapped his arms around her, kissing her lips, smiling as he did so. “Crazy kids, crazy parents.”

“They obviously don’t get that from me,” Van admitted, walking away fast before Y/N could slap his arm.

Day Nine: Hot Chocolate

Y/N sat in front of her window, watching the snow fall lightly from the sky. Her hands wrapped tightly around the mug of hot chocolate she held, her hands becoming warmer by the second. She missed Van. He was away on tour, but he wasn’t too terribly far. He was in Glasgow doing a few interviews and playing a few shows here and there. He wasn’t going to come home until ten days from now. Ten days was a long time.

The television played Law and Order: SVU on a constant loop, episode after episode. “You know, sweetheart, you really scare me when you watch those cop shows. You could kill me and no one would ever notice.”

“Van? What the fuck!” She didn’t care about the hot chocolate, she dropped the cup on the couch, running towards the door where Van stood with his suitcase next to him, a smile on his face. His arms wrapped around her waist as her legs wrapped around his. He was holding her again, and damn did it feel good. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too, bug. Don’t like being gone more than I have to be.”

“I made hot chocolate, if you want some. I know you don’t like it, but you love me so you should drink some.” She laughed, Van putting her down on the ground. He wiped away her tears, pulling her in for another hug.

“I’d love some, but only after I get a kiss from my favorite girl,” Y/N smiled, standing on her tippy toes to kiss him. “Where’s Lola anyways? I’m kidding, babe! I wanna kiss you!”

“Maybe if you also fix me up a cup of hot coco while I clean up the one I spilled all over the couch because of you.”

“Right away, princess.” He kissed the tip of her nose, walking into the kitchen, pouring hot water into two glasses before adding the cocoa powder into both of them.

Day Ten: Christmas Programs

Amy was in the front row, her hands at her sides as her smile widened by the second. Van didn’t like being at school again. He felt a little self-conscious sitting with all the fancy parents. The ones who went to college, or at least had their high school degree. Y/N squeezed his hand, knowing how he was feeling. “I love you, honey. So does Amy.”

“I know, but I’m not smart like you two.”

“We don’t give a shit. We love you for who you are, and your amazing lyrics. You’ve always had a way with words, McCann.”

“‘S how I got you, babe.” Y/N nodded, leaning her head onto Van’s the music of the program starting. The kids started singing, incredibly off-key, Van had to contain a laugh from escaping his mouth. “‘M sorry love, just can’t believe how terrible they are. Hopefully Amy’s singing good. She’s got it in her blood, you know.”

“Babe, again, I know. She was in my uterus for ten months, trust me, I know her better than anyone.” Y/N whispered, earning a few odd looks from the other parents. She didn’t mind, she was proud of who they were. Thankfully, twenty minutes later, the music ended and the kids were allowed to go home with their parents. “Yeah, baby, we heard you over all the other kids! You were so good!”

“Daddy, are you proud of me? I’m a good singer like you!”

“I’m very proud, love. How about we go home and eat some treats Mumma made for us?”

Day Eleven: Blanket Forts

The day started off normal, as per usual, and then came one of Van’s insane ideas. “Hey babe, let’s turn the living room into a huge blanket fort!” And for some odd reason, she agreed to it. She knew it would overall be a terrible idea, but did she care? No she did not. She would do anything to his that loser smile because he was the essence of sunshine. “I hate you for making me do this.”

“Babe, this is the coolest thing ever! Bet our Little One loves it.” He smiled, rubbing your belly as the two of them laid on the couch, laptop set in front of them with a really terrible Christmas movie playing. “Babe, she’s kicking!”

“Van, I know, she’s inside of me.”

“I was inside of you once. Technically, a little bit of me still is,” he smirked, making her roll her eyes and laugh at him. Her fingertip dragged down the slope of his nose, skipping past his lips to play with the patch of chest hair he had. His eyes didn’t leave her. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” She smiled, her hand moving to cup Van’s cheek. She pressed her lips to his, his lips soft against her own. Van’s hand played with the skin on her hip, drawing random shapes until they started drumming along to a song playing in his head. “What song’re you thinkin’ about?”

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are grey; you’ll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away...”

Day Twelve: Family Christmas Parties - Y/N’s Family

Van was wide awake the whole car ride there, unlike Y/N, who’d fallen asleep after the first twenty minutes. Van was nervous. He had met her parents before, yes, but never as her actual boyfriend. His hands felt sweaty against the wheel as he pulled into her parent’s driveway. He parked behind all the other cars, shaking his love awake. “Darlin’, we’re here. Please don’t let your parents murder me.”

“Van, hush. They love you, and you know it. Expect for when I told them you ate the last slice of pizza. They understood and hated you until I forgave you.” Y/N laughed, kissing Van’s cheek as she linked her arm in his. They knocked on the door, Y/N’s father opening the door and greeting the pair with hugs. She squeezed his hand, letting him know he was going to be fine before disappearing to find her mother.

“How are you, Van?” Y/N’s dad asked, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

“I’m doing good, how about you? The house looks amazing, Darren.” He compliment, internally wanting to die. He was so… awkward? Could he be awkward? Y/N thankfully came back before Darren could answer, handing Van a glass of wine. “Thank you, love.”

“Can I steal him away from you, dad?”

“Of course, bug. It was nice chatting with you, Van.”

“You too, Darren.” Van smiled, shaking his hand. He walked away, leaving Y/N and Van to themselves. She grabbed his hand, leading him away from the group of people. “Baby, what’re you doing?”

“Showing you something.” She grabbed Van’s glass of wine, putting it down on the bedside table next to hers. They were in Y/N’s old room. They’d moved in together after she turned nineteen. She pulled a cardboard box from underneath her bed, putting it in front of Van, who was sat on her bed. “All the letters you ever wrote me, and all the songs you gave me are in here. I want you to have them. I put other stuff in there, too.”

“Babe, I gave these to you for a reason.”

“Van, you don’t understand. I want you to just open the damn box.” She chuckled, pushing the box towards him. He looked up at her before opening the box. Inside lay a scrapbook, each page held a letter or song filled with love. Van’s eyes lit up, seeing old photographs in there as well. Captions on polaroids that would make some people very grossed out and uncomfortable. “See, I’m not just giving you them back. I’m giving it to you so you can add in my replies and anything else you want.”

“I love it so much, babe.” He got up to kiss her cheek, seeing a note that he had given her during English. It was silly, and contained information to one of his shows. She ended up going, making a spot for herself in the front row. He smiled the whole night, inviting her out for the remainder of the night, and the rest is history. “Thank you. I hope our kids see this someday.”

“I’ll make sure of it,” she smiled, pulling him in for a kiss.

Day Thirteen: Making Snowmen

Van’s mother, Mary, insisted on having the B&B decorated when their family came around. The tree was all dolled up, the house smelt of cinnamon and hot chocolate, candy canes hung from the trees outside. She left the two teenagers in charge of making a little snowmen family. The biggest of the two obviously being Mary and Bernie. “We’ve gotta make us now.”

“I’m not -” She started, readjusting her hat. Van cut her off, shaking his head.

“Yes you are. You always have been. Now, help me make me.” And for the next half an hour, they found the perfect materials to make the snowman into Van. It was fully equipped with a pen, a cigarette and a guitar made of sticks. Y/N laughed, realizing how much it truly resembled him. She grabbed Mary’s camera from inside, taking a picture of Van next to snowman Van. “Now we’ve gotta make you!”

“You two could be twins, if you had an uglier twin. She doesn’t look as beautiful as you,” he admitted, snapping a quick picture of her next to snowman Y/N. It had her hat, a selfless smile and Van’s jacket wrapped around the middle. Not to mention, Van and Y/N’s snowmen were holding sticks, which were supposed to be hands. “‘Cause we’re the bestest of friends, who occasionally like to hold hands and stuff.”

“You’re such a dork, McCann.”

Day Fourteen: Family Christmas Parties - Van’s Family

She’d always been a part of the family from the moment she walked in the door. Mary and Bernie could see how much Van loved and cared for her, even when he wouldn’t say it himself. Her laughter could be heard over Van’s which was unusual, nobody laughed or smiled nearly as often as he. “He’s like a ray of sunshine, Mary. Always happy about somethin’. You’ve raised such a good kid, I hope I’m as good a mother as you.”

“Dear, you’ll be just fine. It’s Van you’ve gotta watch out for. He’ll probably be what people would call a helicopter parent.” She laughed with Mary, her eyes pricking with tears at the true statement his mother had made. Van watched, from afar, the interaction between Mary and Y/N he was happy they could get along, peaceful conversation coming from the pair. Bernie also liked her, too. The McCann family loved her as if she were one of their own.

“Boy, you’ve gotta stop staring. She’ll get creeped out and leave you.” Bernie joked, his hand on his son’s shoulder. Van shook his head, looking up at his dad.

“Don’t think she’s gonna leave anytime soon, Da. I got her somethin’ really special for Christmas this year. And no, it’s not a signed picture of me like last year. I’ve learned my lesson.” Van laughed, his eyes trailing over to meet Y/N’s, shooting her a quick smile before walking over to her. He grabbed her hand, bringing it up to his lips. “I’m glad you’re here, Y/N. I really like you a lot.”

“I like you, too. I actually got you something.” She remembered, dragging him over to her book bag. She pulled out a picture frame, the two of them smiling for infinity as Larry took their picture. He remembered the day so vividly. In the corner was a small piece of paper, Van’s old phone number scribbled on it. “Had to frame your lousy attempt to ask me out. Couldn’t even read your damn handwriting.”

“Coming from the one with chicken scratch writing you call penmanship! At least people can plausibly read mine!” They laughed, his arms wrapping around her. “Thank you, though. I really fucking love it. I got you something, too.”

His hand reached into his back pocket, pulling out a small box. Inside was a bracelet that was engraved with his name. His full name, so she’d always be able to carry a piece of him around with her while he’s away. “Van, I love it.”

“I’m glad. I couldn’t just get you any simple thing. Want you to always think of me. Especially when I’ve gone away and I’ve left you with these fucks you call schoolmates.” Her lips pressed against his cheek, soft and sweet. He blushed and his fingertips grazed over where her lips touched. He was so in love with her.

Day Fifteen: Ice Skating

Watching Van struggle to stay up on the ice was more than fun. His legs wobbled and his arms were outstretched in front of him, steadying his balance. He was in a squatting position, his knees curving inwards a bit. Y/N had done this plenty of times, missing skating from when she was younger. It was like riding a bike to her. “Grab my hands, you twat!”

“Wow, someone’s sassy this morning. Have you any idea what’s coming up? You could get coal from Santa this year, Mister.” She teased, grabbing Van’s hands, helping him stand up straight. “C’mon, babe, you can do better than this.”

“I really fucking can’t, Y/N, you’ve known me for how long? Why do you think I avoid anything involving balancing?” He spoke, ignoring the fact that she called him babe. His cheeks were red, though, at the fact that he was, indeed, holding her hands. He skated - well, was pulled - around the rink, smiling as Y/N almost fell a few times. “And you say you can skate.”

“You do realize I haven’t skated since I was twelve, right? I’m going to be a little rusty, you fuckhead.” She laughed, letting go of his hands.

Day Sixteen: Candy Making

Van was a terrible candy maker, and an even worse assistant. Flour not only laid on the counters and floor, but also found a home in Y/N and Van’s hair and clothing. “Love, I’m sorry. I swear I didn’t try to.”

“You’re so gonna pay for this McCann!” She yelled, throwing a handful of flour towards him. For fifteen minutes they had a flour fight, throwing chocolate chips at each other as well. “Okay, okay! I surrender!”

“Good, cause I’m really hungry, and the cookies in the oven are done.” Y/N laughed, pulling them out with an oven mitt. Van went to grab one, but she slapped his hand away. He looked so hurt by her not letting him have one - he looked like he could burst into tears at any moment.

“Only good boys deserve cookies.”

“I’m a good boy!” He pouted, sitting on the counter, the ass of his black jeans turning white. She looked at him before her eyes scanned the rest of the kitchen. “Baby, I will clean all of this up if you give me a cookie, I promise.”

“After you clean this kitchen up, you will get two cookies,” he smiled, silently congratulating himself. “And a nice warm shower with me.”

“Fuck the cookies, love, showering with you is sweeter than any candy.”

Day Seventeen: Sledding

It had snowed three days before Y/N decided to take the kids sledding. Van came with, bringing Bob and Benji, who also brought Dani. It was perfect. Y/N’d let the others watch her kids while she went down with Van, switching between him and their kids. Laughter could be heard from miles away and their smiles were as big as the sun. “Again, mommy! Again!”

“Baby, a few more times and then we have to go, we’ve been here for three hours.” Van spoke up, grabbing his daughter’s hand. He put her down on the sled in front of him, holding onto her waist Y/N gave them a little push. Van was absolutely tired, as well as the three other adults. Where do these little humans get all of their energy from?

“Alright, loves, who wants to go get some goodies?” Y/N asked, pointing to a little bakery on the corner. The kids shouted, grabbing Bob and Benji’s hands. Y/N linked her arm in Van’s after they returned the sleds to the man they rented them from. It was the perfect way to end a perfect afternoon. “Don’t eat them too fast, you’ll get a stomach ache! You too, McCann, I see you chowing down on those pastries.”

“Oi! I’ve earned these! I’ve spent my day sledding, cooking breakfast, and preparing our afternoon. Plus, I had to drive all the way across town before you three woke up and found out I left.”

“Why’d you do that?” Y/N asked, wiping a bit of chocolate from around Oliver’s mouth, putting her thumb in her mouth. Benji, Bob, and Dani exchanged looks before Bob pulled out his camera. He’d used it all afternoon to take pictures of us.

“‘Cause I figured it’d be a good time to do this,” he spoke, Y/N’s hands coming over her mouth. Her eyes became watery as soon as his knee touched the ground. Everyone around them looked over at the two, smiling as they cheered Van on. “You’re the mother of my children, and my best friend. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you by my side for all these years. I’m sorry it’s taken so long for me to propose, I should’ve done it years ago. But we’re both at a place in our lives where everything is going to plan… well, almost everything. I can’t believe you’ve stuck by me this long, honestly. Thought you would’ve left when I started touring.”

“I would never leave you. I could never.”

“That’s good. Really fucking good, ‘cause I want you to be in my life forever. Will you… marry me, Y/N?”

Day Eighteen: Cheesy Christmas Movies

“Why do you wanna watch this?” He asked, groaning as she picked a Christmas movie.

“‘Cause it’s almost Christmas time and we’re having our own Christmas, you Grinch!” She chuckled, slapping his arm lightly. They were in the living room, cuddled up on the couch. It wasn’t as cramped as they thought it would be with the tree in the living room as well, but it wasn’t the most private place they could’ve been. Van wished he had a television in his room, getting to spend his time watching movies with her tucked under his arm on his bed.

“You’re lucky you’re my best friend, Y/N Y/M/N.” He shook his head as the movie started. She scooted closer to him, if that was even possible. Her head laid on his shoulder, her arms wrapped around his middle, her hand had snuck under his shirt and began to rub the skin around his hip bones. His arm was wrapped around her, his fingertips sliding over her back. He for sure thought he was going to go mad. He couldn’t focus on anything other than the feeling of her hands on his bare skin. He wondered what the rest of her skin felt like. Was it as soft as her hands? Would she allow him to find that out someday?

The possibilities were endless. She could fall asleep on him and end up staying on the couch or Van would eventually carry her up to his room. Or he could take her up there now, deciding it had already become too late. That would be stupid, considering it was only nine o’clock. Van focused on Y/N, her head now laid in his lap. “Are you falling asleep?”

“A little bit, yeah. Can we watch it again tomorrow? I’m really tired.” Her voice slurred, lulled with sleep. He nodded, kissing her forehead before he turned off the tv. He turned back around, her eyes were shut and figured she’d probably fallen asleep during the time he took to take the DVD out of the player and put it onto a shelf. He smiled at her, carrying her up to his bed. He was getting ready to leave when she spoke up. “Stay with me? Please?”

Day Nineteen: Fireplace Fires

“I hope you know we’ve started a fire. You don’t need three thousand blankets, love.” Van laughed, pulling a layer from her body. She protested, pulling it back over herself, making Van shake his head. They sat right in front of the fireplace, the heat from the fire instantly warming Y/N. She didn’t want Van’s ‘I told you so’ to ring from her ears, so she asked him to talk about something. Anything. “Don’t know what you want me to talk about, love. Really.”

“Anything, baby. You could even talk about how much you hate One Direction for all I care. I just wanna hear you talk.” It was the truth, and a good way to peel away the layers while Van was too distracted talking.

“I can tell you about the time I knew I was in love with you, if you’d like.” She nodded, her head finding its way onto his thigh. His left hand played with her hair while the other one kept him upright. He had probably told this story a hundred times before, it never getting old, feeling the same way as the first time he’d told it. She listened intently, her fingers drawing figure eights on his knee. The crackle of the fire made the story more alive somehow. She didn’t know why, but it just felt more real that way.

“You were goin’ fucking mental out there on the floor, just whippin’ your arms all about. Figured you’d be in my life for the rest of it. Knew I needed to keep you if you can dance as horribly as Bondy.” They both laughed, Van harder than Y/N. She attempted to out-dance Bondy, which she obviously won. It was a terrible dancing contest, and she just knew how to win. “You look really fucking pretty right now, and if it weren’t the three million blankets you’ve got on, I would totally have sex with you.”

“Better take them off then, yeah?” Van nodded, smiling into the kiss. It was sweet and soft, his lips pressed harder onto yours. He was quite serious when he offered, and she was quite serious when she agreed. Thank God the fire kept them warm.

Day Twenty: Cheesy Christmas Music

“How can you listen to this shit, babe?” He asked, already annoyed with the first three notes of the classic Mariah Carey song. “It actually gives me cancer, I can’t understand how you enjoy this.”

“Excuse you, Mariah Carey is a goddess.”

“She can barely sing! Lemme sing it instead.” He offered, turning down the music in the car. She told him to be her guest, letting him prove his Christmas song-singing ability. “I don’t want a lot for Christmas, there’s just one thing I need. I don’t care about the presents, underneath the Christmas tree. I just need my girlfriend Y/N to have wonderful sex with me, maybe even throw in a blowjob or two in for free.”

“You’re such a twat, you know that?” She asked, turning onto their street.

“Hey, you said, and I quote, ‘be my guest’. So I sung! But I sang my version,” he winked at her, helping bring in the groceries. She just shook her head, not saying anything to her dorky, and tacky, boyfriend. “Did I do a good job?”

“Make a Christmas album next year, I’m sure fans would be thrilled to hear you sing that to them.” She laughed, putting produce in its appropriate places.

“So... about the sex and blowjobs for Christmas, I never heard a no?”

“Behave for the next couple of days, and we’ll see.” Vaguely coming from the kitchen, she heard Van whisper ‘yes!’ to himself. 

Day Twenty-One: Mistletoe

Benji threw legendary Christmas parties. Everyone was drinking, having a good time. Maybe in another life, Van would walk into his with Y/N tucked underneath his arm, making out with her underneath the mistletoe. But that wasn’t this life. He was nauseous at the thought of kissing her. Not because he didn’t like her, he certainly fucking did, he was just so nervous. Would he be terrible at it? Would she hate the taste of booze and cigarettes?

“Van, glad you could make it! Y/N’s in the kitchen,” Benji spoke as he greeted Van. “Are you actually gonna kiss her this year, or chicken out like you do every chance you get?”

“Fuck you, Benji, I’m gonna kiss her. And I’m gonna do it under the mistletoe, just you watch.” He replied, laughing while saying the first bit. He walked into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around Y/N from behind. She turned around, hugging him back. “Hello, love. Benji said you’d be in ‘ere.”

“Benny’s just looking out for me. Wants you to babysit me tonight, but I told him I’m not getting drunk this year. I wanna remember everything this time,” she laughed, pulling away from Van. He nodded, listening intently to every word she said. “You got any other plans for tonight?”

“Uh,” here it was. He had to tell her he liked her now, or he’d never get the chance for another two years. “Was planning on kissin’ you under the mistletoe, actually.”

“Oh really?” She asked, biting back a smile. He nodded again, licking his lips. He pulled her over to the door frame of the kitchen, where the mistletoe hung from. “What makes you so sure I’m gonna kiss back?”

“Well, I’m not sure you’re going to. I’m doing this ‘cause I’ve liked you for the past two years and I’m pretty damn tired of you kissin’ on other people.” He smashed his lips onto hers, her face in his hands. She kissed him back, her hands pulling on his hips, bringing his body closer.

Day Twenty-Two: Making Cookies for Santa

Nobody ever said making cookies for Santa was a good idea. Maybe they did, but they didn’t truly understand the force of Van and Y/N’s children. But everyday until the twenty fourth, two cookies at a time would disappear from the plate. Y/N knew her kids were taking him, but she never expected Van to. “Babe those are for Santa!” She whisper shouted, not wanting to wake her kids.

“Sweetheart, I’m technically Santa Claus, here, have one.” She didn’t take the cookie he offered her, his smile faltering. “I’ll have the kids help me make more tomorrow.”

“You better. And make them banana cookies, Santa and Mrs. Claus love banana things.” Y/N shot a wink towards Van, walking upstairs into their bedroom, hearing Van come in two minutes after her. They fell asleep almost instantly when their heads hit their pillows.

The next morning, Y/N woke up to a disaster in the kitchen. Banana peels were everywhere, making Y/N laugh to herself. She was happy Van took her advice, looking from Amy, who was making little balls of the cookie dough, and Olli, who was going to eventually get a stomach ache from eating it. “Oliver Adam, seriously, what did I say? Stop eating it, and save it for the cookies. Mumma’s gonna be angry when she finds out why you’re sick.”

“Not entirely angry, but there will be no cookie-eating in your future if you keep it up, Little Man.” She gave him the mom glare, making him stop eating the cookie dough from the bowl. She smiled at her kids before giving Van a quick kiss on the lips. 

“Made you tea, love, it’s waiting in the microwave for ya.”

Day Twenty-Three: Gingerbread Houses

It wasn’t as easy as it looked. Frosting was everywhere but the houses, which wasn’t the fucking plan. Y/N was a little upset, frosting somehow ending up in Amy and her’s hair. Van was frosting free, his afternoon was being spent in the studio wrapping it up on album number four. She called him, his voice echoing throughout the kitchen. “’Ello? What’s up, sugar?”

“Yeah, babe, can you pick up some baby wipes on your way back, and some frosting, please?”

“May I ask why?”

“Your daughter and I have been covered in frosting, and we’re out of wipes.” She admitted, huffing as she tried to run her fingers through her hair. Y/N was entirely unsuccessful. “Please hurry, babe. I wanna finish these up so I can get us in the bath.”

Van was back in twenty minutes, two tubs of frosting and two packages of baby wipes in a plastic bag. He handed you the frosting, beginning to clean off his baby girl. “For a two year old, you’re very smart, putting frosting where it shouldn’t be. Look at mumma, she’s putting the frosting ON the houses, not IN her hair.”

“Daddy, you’re silly.” She giggled, clapping her frosting covered hands together. 

“Love, you wanna finish the houses while I start a bath for this one?” Y/N nodded, rushing to get the two of them done. It took her fifteen minutes to finish them, and by that time Amy was already in different clothes, laying down for a nap. “Bath’s open. Made it warmer and filled it with new water and everythin’. Can I join you?”

“Only if you wash my hair.”

Day Twenty-Four: Twas the Night Before Christmas

“Oliver, you’ve gotta brush ya teeth, otherwise Santa’s gonna give you coal. All of your presents will go to a boy who behaves well.”

“No! I want them, Daddy!”

“Brush ya teeth, then. Do you need mom or I to help?” Oliver nodded, dragging his father by the hand into the bathroom. Y/N helped Amy lineup her stuffed animals against the wall, setting the most important one closest to her daughter’s head. Y/N opened up the blanket to her daughter, who’d already brushed, flossed and got into her pajamas.

“Is it okay if Olli sleeps in here tonight? That way he wakes you up first and not us,” Y/N chuckled, kissing her daughter’s forehead. She smiled, pulling the blanket up to her chin. “I love you, Ames. You sleep good okay? Mommy’ll be sleeping when you wake up, but you and Olli better come wake Daddy and I up before you start openin’ gifts, alright?”

“Okay, Mommy. Can Daddy read to us when he’s done helping Olli?” Y/N nodded, smiling at her baby girl before waiting for Van to finish in the bathroom. Christmas was one of the best times of the year. Van got Oliver all tucked in, turning on Amy’s nightlight before beginning to read their favorite Christmas story. Y/N sat next to him, her head laying on Van’s lap.

“‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse…”

Day Twenty-Five: Opening Gifts

Y/N underestimated the force of her children’s voices. Especially on Christmas. Van didn’t even move a muscle, used to hearing people screaming in his ear for two minutes straight. Y/N pushed him out of bed, making him follow behind her and the kids. While Van sat half asleep on the couch, Y/N grabbed a garbage bag for all of the wrapping paper. “Mommy look what I got!”

“I see that Olli, you’ve wanted that since forever!” Y/N said, watching Olli open up the firetruck. Amy got a few more action figures, a coloring book, and a little art set. Olli got his firetruck, a few packages of those little green army men, and a drum set that Bondy demanded they give to him. “I don’t think Santa forgot about Daddy.”

“I’m happy he didn’t.” Van smiled, opening his gift. It was a picture frame with three sonogram pictures inside. He looked up at Y/N, his eyes teary. She nodded, smiling back at him. He wrapped his arms around her, picking her up. He set her down carefully, sinking down to the floor. His head rested on her stomach, kissing it lightly. “Santa brought you something, too.”

“No fucking way,” she gasped, opening the velvet, navy box. Inside was a golden necklace, set onto white silk. It glowed in the light, her eyes already teary from Van opening his gift. It was his necklace, and he wanted her to have it. She began to cry, and not the pretty cry either. Full on ugly cry, sobs included. “Baby, I love it. Thank you.”

“You’re the mother of my children, and I’ve wanted to spend my life with you since I met you behind the bleachers during Phy Ed. I knew I was going to give it to you someday. I should’ve given it to you sooner, though.” He admitted, fastening it around your neck.

“No, right now is perfect. You’re perfect.”

[misskittydenoire]

Come Back

Title: Come Back Character(s) Mentioned: Natasha Romanov, Dr. Bruce Banner, Thor Odinson, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Vision, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark Pairing: Natasha Romanov x Y/N Genre: Romance/Song Fiction Song: Ya Me Entré by Reik Words: 2,350 Contains: Angst, Infidelity Author’s Note: Hello, my crazy, sexy and perhaps medicated sugar babies! Deadpool here, because the fur ball was too tired to write an explanation to her disappearance. I have to say she was tied up. Tightly. With leather straps. And a gagball. Did you know if you tickled—*Miss kitty moves Deadpool away from her computer* Okay, D. I think you’ve explained enough! …God… *Deadpool in the background with a pool donut with the head of a unicorn* I complete you! Alright. Hey there, my kittens and gentlecats, yeah, I am back with a new story! Yes, I know I need to continue on Gone and Mating Season. But Spider-copycat was right. Not literally, of course. *Deadpool yells* Spidey has a different style! I’m a unique, sexy spandex piece of ass with a lifetime guarantee of slaughter and rainbows! Riiight, anyway, I have to go deal with a certain mercenary who is in dire need of an enema. Here I present: Come Back *Deadpool screams* Ahh! No, mommy! Not there! That’s my special place! Only Wolverine is allowed to touch it! Summary: Natasha comes back to find you gone. Not only gone but with someone else. How did this happen? How did she let this happen?

Damn it. She should’ve just said sorry. That she didn’t mean what she said. However, it was too late to apologize, she was already with him. If things weren’t awkward enough between them, now including the fact that she ended up in Bruce’s arms made it worse. She believed that with some distance, they’d be better. Natasha never forgot the morning she came back and the news were given to her. ‘She left. Y/N moved in with Banner.’ And now, there she was, across the room with her arm wrapped around his. Her former lover kept stealing glances at the red-headed woman she fell in love with. As she looked into her serious stare, she knew what Nat was thinking. ‘I found out that there’s someone new caressing your skin. Some idiot that you’re trying to convince that you and me are in the past…’

“I’m sorry, Nat. She begged me not to tell you. And with all the fighting you two were having, I thought maybe it would be best.” Clint explained, his bluish green eyes avoided her gaze. He could already feel the tension rising between them. “And so, I’m the villain and the whole world believes her?” Romanov furrowed her brows in irritation. “She couldn’t stay. She said she was better off not seeing you. ���Makes it less painful,’ She said.” The assassin didn’t want to hear anymore. Her rugged slender hands pushed herself away from the table and walked to her room. She wondered however, was she happier with another by her side?

She was simple civilian who showed up at the wrong place at the wrong time. During the battle of New York, she tried to escape from the Chitauri who had her cornered. Natasha was able to take in the details of her frightened face from up above and though she has always been about her main objectives, she couldn’t leave the young woman to die. In a flash, Romanov manages to jump from the alien vehicle, landing perfectly onto the two bodies of the ones who had their deadly spears in hand. She stared in awe at her, amazed by her abilities. “Wow… Thanks!” She exhaled, the woman with disheveled locks draped over her shoulder. “It was nothing, but you might want to head to a safer location. It’s only gonna get worse from here.” The Russian assassin smirked before she ran to reunion with the team. “H-Hey, wait! What’s your name?” Nat turned towards her who had a soft welcoming smile within her pink lips. “Black Widow.” Her beautifully savee chuckled, “No, your real name.” “…..Natasha.” The avenger hesitated cautiously but her mouth answered without reason. Her slender fingers brushed her hair behind her ear, and with bright shimmering eyes replied, “Thank you, Natasha.” Her voice was almost musical, speaking in a gentle soothing rhythm that allowed that brief moment to be pleasant. Nat thought she’d never see her again. She was wrong.

Walking around the city undercover, following her target into Moondance diner. Romanov made sure to stay a few tables away from them not to cause disturbance. Her green eyes were so focused on the situation at hand, that she did not realize the plastic wrapped menu sliding in front of her. “Good afternoon, miss. I will be your waitress today. Would you like coffee or tea to begin with?” The waitress beamed though already having been on her feet for two hours, her cheerfulness was false. The redheaded avenger plaster a fake smile, preparing to lie in order appear inconspicuous. “No, thank you. I’m wa-” Natasha froze, meeting the eyes of the woman she rescued. “Natasha?” She asked, her superficial smile fading into a genuine one. “Um…Hey, you!” The assassin stood up, wrapping her arms around her as if she knew her. “Not that I mind and everything but what are you doing?” The woman whispered in her ear. Romanov’s body tingled as her warm breath floated down her neck. “Shh, just pretend you know me.” “Oh my God, I haven’t seen you in forever,” The uniform cladded girl replied back in a confused tone as she awkwardly patted her back. Natasha noticed the target looking in their direction suspiciously. “Sound more believable.” “What do you want me to do?! I’m being hugged by an Avenger out of the blue, when I should just be taking your order!” She answered harshly in a hush, pressured by Romanov’s request. She rolled her eyes, still keeping her target in sight. Shit, they were still looking. Well, desperate times calls for desperate measures. “Kiss me,” Natasha commanded. “Say what?” The waitress asked in disbelief. “Public displays of affection makes people uncomfortable.” “Why yes, yes they do. So are you crazy?!” She whispered hissed in her ear, finally removing herself from the embrace. The redhead sighed, smiling happily yet falsely and she pulled the unsuspecting woman’s head and impacted with her lips. It was electrifying. Nothing she ever felt before, and she’s had a lifetime of trial and error. She pulled the avenger closer, wrapping her arms around her waist. Natasha tried to keep her eye of the target but she was falling deeper and deeper into the kiss. Her curvaceous body craved for more but stopped immediately when she noticed them leaving through the back door. Romanov had to chase after them! But the warmth of her body, the taste of strawberries on her lips was too sweet to resist. “Hey Y/N! No canoodling with the customers while working. Do that on your break time!” The owner and cook of the diner exclaimed from the kitchen. Y/n stepped away in a flash, “Ha-ha! Sorry, Mel! I-I, uh, gotta go.” “A kiss and no dinner? Classy. It’s fine, I need to be somewhere. Bye gorgeous.” Natasha ran without a goodbye and sped through the streets of New York to catch up to the person she was tailing.

Once again, that wasn’t the last time she came across her. After Tony overhearing a private conversation she was having with Clint, the billionaire thought it would be funny asking the diner to make a special delivery by a special deliverer to the tower. Normally, they don’t usually deliver that deep into the city, but who can’t say no to one of the richest and annoying man in New York City? “Um, hello? Excuse me? I have a delivery for-uhh, Mr. Stank?” “It’s Stark! God, it’s like they’re doing on purpose now. Hey there buttercup, is that my breakfast?” Tony smiled, walking towards the hot plate. “Yes, sir! It’s the breakfast deluxe, complete with eggs over-easy, waffles, and— H-Hey, what are you doing?!” Y/N yelled when the famous IronMan grabbed the large bag and threw it in the trash. He placed his arm over her shoulder, pushing her into the next room, “Oh, I completely forgot, I suddenly hate breakfast. Now, as I was going to say… Y/N? Can I call you Y/N? What am I saying? Of course, I can. I heard you’ve met our little deadly Natasha not only once but twice now. Now since it seems like you two already made it to first base, I thought you both should meet thrice. Natasha, I got you a present and though it’s wearing a poorly manufactured, not naturally yellow uniform, I thought you might like it!” He stated loudly as he shoved the young waitress into the living room in front of the rest of the team. “Oh God.” She mumbled through her teeth, frozen stiff while a large brawny man in armor walked to her. “Why are you making me turn around like a pig on a spit?” Y/N inquired out loud when Thor grabbed her hand and gently twirled her about. The God inspected her as if he was deciding if she was a suitable match for his team mate. The others began to join in, chiming comments of her appearance both good and bad. “She does have nice hair,” Wanda mentioned. “If it didn’t smell like burger grease.” Pietro included. “I win, tin can. Hand it over,” Sam grinned as Bucky pulled out a ten out of his wallet. He mumbled, “That doesn’t mean she’s not into guys also, bird brain.” “She has acceptable anatomical proportions, though her head is rather quite large.” Vision observed. “Wait, what?” The delivery waitress turned to him with a baffled expression. “Sweet cheese and crackers…” “Alright, are you all finished? I think you freaked her out enough. Move or she’s collapse from lack of oxygen.” Natasha finally said standing up, with a mug in hand, breaking up the group as if they were at an exhibition.

Wanda, and company left the area, though stayed close by to ‘for Romanov’s safety.’ “Hi?” She said, blindsided by everything that happened ten minutes ago. “Hi…” Natasha replied, placing her beverage on the coffee table. “I promise I’m not stalking you or anything. Mr. Stark—” “It’s okay. You’d think with all the genius and money, he’d use his time more productively…” The Russian assassin shook her head, waving her explanation dismissively. “So instead of taking me out to dinner, how about breakfast instead?”

Natasha continued to look on, Y/N’s smile spreading widely while she heard the others speak. She knew better though, that smile wasn’t reaching her e/c eyes. One of the many thing Romanov would notice whenever she smiled at her. “Who are you trying to fool? You know you’re my other half, Y/N…?” She said to herself, her black high heels hitting the hardwood floor but the loud music drowned out her movements. Romanov shadowed her, moving around the room. She couldn’t help but keep her eyes on her. Her locks bouncing and swaying with each turn of Y/N’s head. The way she parted her lips to drink from the clear wine glass. How they close on the rim of it and took in the bubbly rose colored liquid, and it slowly rolling down her throat when she swallows it. Y/N felt her eyes on her, but avoided her gaze because she knew. If she looked into those two pools of green, she’d run back to her. Nat was never one to beg, not only due to pride but by the teachings she was given, she must never show weakness. But the woman in her line of vision, falsely flashing a content grin to her audience beside him, was her weakness. “Just forget him, forget him and tell him I’m better. Your heart isn’t truly his, y/n. You’re mine and only mine, love.” She whispered to herself, half hoping she could hear her. Y/N was compelled to see her again but when she turned to find her, she was gone.

“Just leave him! Who imagines, mind you, that I never existed in your life.” Widow stated her claim. With a small lunch in hand she had prepared for Bruce, Y/N arrived to the tower just to drop it off but found herself with the red headed assassin. “Enough, Natasha…” She groaned, attempting to hold herself together before she makes another mistake and tries the relationship again. She was always worried, worried if the next day she’ll see her again. Anxious and stressed, waiting to any news of her return from missions. Several visits to the tower’s infirmary because something went wrong. She couldn’t. Her body no longer could handle the price that comes from loving her. The young woman, once vibrate and glowing, lost her light. Her eyes held dark circles from the nights she stood up to hear any update of her status. Her shiny soft hair, dulled over, unkept from brushing it back repeatedly as she sat in the hospital room for her to come to when she was injured. Slowly but surely, she was going back to her former self but her heart was still weary. Nat finally grabbed her hand, her temperature rising like Fall blooming into Spring. Her touch was the woman’s oasis. “Make it clear that no matter how hard he tries, you’re never gonna love him like you love me.” Black Widow pulled her in, enveloping y/n in her arms while she whispered the truth her love refused to believe. Silence fell, the area desolate and closing them in a world of their own. “You know the truth. You miss me as much as I miss you. I know you do… I already know. So why can’t you accept it?” “Because I know what are the consequences that comes from loving you, Nat,” Y/N’s voice shakes as she turns, “And it almost killed me the last time.”

She’ll come back. I’m certain that she’ll come back, The former KGB agent thought to herself. She sat at the foot of her bed, drowning in the moonlight that poured through her curtains. Her palms planted on her dark colored sheets while small droplets began to tap on her windows. The rain grew steady, their song playing just for her. “She loves the rain,” She said to herself, brushing her disheveled auburn hair back to watch the water dance on the glass. “You’re just with him for comfort.” Natasha said to herself. “You’re bored in his arms though. I saw it on your face.” Her head turned to the right side of her bed. Y/N’s pillows squeezed and distorted from the several hugs Natasha gave it to smell her scent again. However, her fragrance was fading, the final piece of her erasing itself from existence. “Who are you trying to fool, y/n?… You know just as well as I that you’re my other half… Please, come back…” Her ears picked up a few taps at her door, when she turned to the sound, it stopped. Perhaps just a figment of her imagination. Again, Natasha hears the flutter of whispered knocks, bringing her to her feet. She hesitated opening the door, her once stilled heart beating faster with each second she stalls. She turned the handle to the left, and gingerly opened the door…