#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?"

[nightfall-kachiniko]

‘ A Broken Promise’ Mikasa x Reader Fanfiction || Angst.

||| Chapt.4 「 FINALE. 」 “The Loss of Freedom of the boy who fought for it,”

﹋ 「 This contains MAJOR AOT Spoilers for the manga, please proceed with caution. 」﹋

“AGH!” Shit. You felt your body falling through the air, blurred vision as You screamed. Something just- hit you, and you had not a clue what it was. Your leg felt numb, almost like it wasn’t there. “Y/N!” Jean called out to you. his voice getting closer as You felt my body hit his arms. “Shit you alright!?” He asked. Gritting your teeth as your focus came unblurred. The sight infront of you, terrifying. Dozens of titans, more than the nine shifters. So much blood everywhere. Remembering the injury, you looked down at my leg to see a big gash in it, blood falling down into the atmosphere.

“There’s- so much… screaming..” Tears fell down your cheeks. “The titan won’t stop..”

「 This is a time skip to this part. 」

Falco’s titan took you four up in the air. You , Mikasa, and Pieck who can’t turn into pure titans. The people below emerging into titans as you all soared higher. Turning around, you saw Armin fighting Eren in his titan form, his punches no avail to Eren’s.

“Mgh…f-fuck..” You jolted your head as you heard Mikasa murmur. “a-ahh..” She let out in pain. Mikasa’s hand laid rested on her head, her teeth gritted as she suffered.

Her headaches.

That’s what’s happening. Mikasa told you about them once when you both were only cadets. You often helped her through them, letting her lay on your lap as you stroked her hair, giving her comfort. But, that’s all in the past now. You guys are done. Hell, and so is the world..

“I’ll kill him, Help me.” Your Ex’s voice said. “Alright,” Your Captain said. “Y/n, Don’t let Armin accidentally hit us,” He commanded. “And Don’t get caught up with Reiner and Pieck!”

It was all chaos. The explosion of the thunder spear hitting Eren’s teeth left a ring in your ear. Everything is too much..You thought. I- I don’t know how much longer of this I’ll be able to take..

I need someone. I need something. You shut your eyes as you landed on Armins shoulder, stumbling because of your broken leg. It was a relief to be close to him. He turned his head over at you, looking at your tear stained “THEY’RE GONNA DO IT!” You screamed, telling Armin. “THEY’RE GONNA KILL EREN!” Your eyes fell saddened. Everything went blank for you. The screams of children, mothers, fathers, the elder. People who didn’t deserve it, their screams getting more and more faint with every crush. I just, want it to stop.

Eren’s colossal fist punched Armin as you saw Mikasa and Levi heading for the mouth. Bracing your self you gripped your ODM gear tight hanging on.

Please, God just make it Stop.

And then all of a sudden, you blacked out.

Opening your eyes, you saw eren standing right infront of you. He looked into your e/c eyes, guilt and regret on his face. Your eyes widened as you saw him. “Eren…” You said, “y-you… you BITCH!” You sent your hand flying across his face, every ounce of anger inside of you you let out in that one punch. He let out a groan of pain, “YOU’RE SUCH A TRAITOR! YOU’RE NOT ANY BETTER THAN ANNIE BERTOLDT OR REINER! DO YOU NOT SEE THE PEOPLE YOU’VE KILLED!” He held his cheek while after being knocked to the ground.

“ARE YOU STUPID!? DO YOU NOT KNOW HOW MUCH THIS HAS AFFECTED US!? DO YOU EVEN CARE!” Tears spilled down your cheeks like a waterfall.

“WHAT HAPPENED TO THE KIDS WE WERE! THE KIDS WE USED TO BE!”

“they’re gone now,” he replied, looking at your angered mess. You gritted your teeth just looking at him. “You are such a dick.” You growled at him. “Y/n, I know how you feel.”

“WHAT!? YOU KNOW HOW BAD IT HURTS SEEING MY FRIEND SINCE I WAS EIGHT KILL MILLIONS OF PEOPLE!? DO YOU EREN?!” Heavy breath as your screaming continued.

“Y/n,” Eren said. “Make sure she kills me,” His sentence caught you off guard.

“AND YOU… what..” you replied back, your eyes widening.

“Right now we are in a place called the paths,” Eren explained. “I need you to make sure Mikasa kills me,” you looked at him like he was crazy. “Eren, you’re fucking nuts.” The man infront of you eyes glimmered the same as they did as when you were a kid. “I- I don’t want you dead.” You confessed. “You deserve it like hell though! What the hell would your mother think!” You shot at him. “She’d be disappointed in me,” He looked down at the sand beneath you two. “DAMN RIGHT SHE WOULD!”

“Make sure she knows I never hated her, and that she was like family to me,” he said biting his lip. “Don’t tell her I said that, but-“ You were confused, “What are you talking about, we are in the middle of a war you created and you started! We were all at peace till you snuck off to Marley 3 years ago! You said you hated us, that we weren’t ‘free’ you called Mikasa a slave and said that that’s the only reason why she fell in love with me because she’s an Ackerman!”

“Y/n I’m going to tell you this, I did it to protect you.” You scoffed, “did it to protect us my ass, you betrayed us Eren,”

“I know you hate me, but, y/n live your life after this war.” The boy said. “Huh? The hell you getting at? You basically dropped us like flies Jeager! It’s almost like you don’t want us apart of your future”

“No! That isn’t true!” Eren looked up at you, tears flowing down his eyes with pain in his voice. “I did this all so you could have a future! I never wanted to leave you guys! Ever! I wanna be there for you and mikasas wedding! I wanna be there when you have kids! I just..” Eren gritted his teeth, ribbons of water running down his cheek “Nevermind that..”

You sighed, tears of your own forming up in your eyes, “Please, just come home.” You begged. “I can’t,” He said numbly. “I wish I could, but I can’t.”

“We love you Eren, we just want you back.. that’s why Mikasa fought so hard to change you..” you sniffled. “There’s nothing that can happen now, I promise, it’s none of you guys fault,” You sighed, “Eren..”

“I love you all so much, It was worth it.” He said, a small smile on his face. You pulled him into a hug as you cried. “Y/n, I’m so happy for you.. You’ve been through thick and thin and you’re still standing.”

“I just want you here.. with us,” you wiped your tears. “ I always am,” Eren put your hand to your heart, doing the salute. “Always,” his gaze more soft. “Until we meet again, Y/n L/n,” the boy said.

“ See you later, jeagerbomb.”

You were snapped back into reality only to see It ended. Everything. The screaming. The titans they just vanished. And the war. It was finally over. Oh shit is Mikasa okay?! You thought. Swinging your ODM gear over to Eren’s body you landed inside his mouth.

Mikasa stood there, her body still, as she held up the head of your childhood best friend. Eren Yeager. ‘She- finally..let go..’ she let go of the person who was her only family left. Running through the town of Shiganshina together. You four played hop scotch, fought of Armins bullies, captured butterflies and fire flies. The memories of when you all were kids was the only thing you could think of. She let go.. so it’s time for you to as-well.

Mikasa turned around slowly, her face numb, neutral. The head of Eren in her hand as she held it up to the air, frozen. You gave her a reassuring smile, “I’m.. so.. so..proud of you..” You limped, walked up to her as you cupped her cheek. Her eyes looked up at you, realization in her gaze. All of a sudden she wrapped her hands around your waist, she buried her head into your shoulder. Tears flowing down her eyes.

“You freed him baby..” Sniffling you said, “I know deep down, he thanks you.. you put him out of pain Mika…“

“I never wanted to hurt you.. I never wanted to...” Your girlfriend confessed. “I’m so..sorry..” she choked, tears building up in her eyes. “I love you mikasa,” you replied. “I love you too... “ The Raven Haired woman hugged you tighter, fighting back tears. “I just.. wanna..go home..”

“Then let’s go..” you whispered softly to her. She picked you up as she started heading for the exit of the mouth. Finally after fighting for so long, we got our freedom.

Thank you Eren Jeager, the boy who sought freedom, Goodbye. <\3

“Waffles!” The child cheered out. A small chuckle was heard from the Raven haired girl that passed out breakfast beside you, “You’re right good job!” She said congratulating the baby that sat at the high chair. It had been three years since you gave birth to (Child’s name) Ackerman. Now here you both were, your year marriage anniversary coming up and your daughters fourth birthday right around the corner, seems you both had a busy schedule for the week. “Thank you love,” you kissed the cheek of your wife as she gave you your tea, “of course,” she smiled returning the kiss.

“Mommy, ummie,” the child with Raven hair asked with curiosity, “how did you meet?” You both giggled a little bit before looking at each other, “well, it’s a long story,” you said to your daughter who’s identical to Mikasa. “How did you get that thing on your face ummie?” Your daughter asked Mikasa, “Someone’s full of questions today huh?” She teased tickling her. The cute laughs of the sweetheart you gave birth to made you smile with joy. Mikasa scruffled up their hair, “how did you meet?”

Looking at each other you both smiled.

“Well honey, it started along time ago, with a boy I knew, named Eren.” :)

Your daughters face lit up in confusion, “Who’s Eren is it one of Uncle min min’s friends?” There was a knock on your door as she asked her question, “well that’s a story for another time, and I gotta get that it’s probably Armin and Annie with Glacious,”

“ummie can you tell me?” (Childs name) asked.

“When you’re older sweetie,” Mikasa smiled.

‘Eren jeager, God, I hadn’t heard his name in a long time’you thought. ‘That boy..’ you laughed to yourself, ‘he stood out from others,’ Eren, the boy who sought freedom.

Memories of him filled your mind as all that was left was his memory, and forever that’s all that will be left. ‘Eren, I know you’re watching from up above,’ you said to yourself.

but as the days passed, his face got blurrier and blurrier, and all that was left were memories of when you all were children in Shingansia District, waiting for freedom to soar.

And Eren, that crazed man, made it soar :,)

➪ Kachiniko ||♡︎ My Blog ♥︎ || ☾What I write ☽ 08/ 01/21

Chapt.1 “Come back to me,”

Chapt.2 “The conclusion”

Chapt. 3 That promised light, the string called hope.

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[d3monslust]

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 - 𝐀.𝐃.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Only setting up traps for them , Andy didn't see any of this coming

𝐖𝐂 : 3,151

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: pregnancy, mentions of miscarriage & abusive relationships , cheating , manipulation , violence

𝐀/𝐍 : tumblr deleted the original and I thought for couple of minutes I haven’t backed it up to the point I had a panic attack :) also I worked really hard for this , any kind of interaction is appreciated!!

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Every story has a happy ending , where the villain gets defeated and the heroes win , but in eden , no one could recognize the corruption and the decent. Everyone hid their darkest and filthiest desires deep down inside them , in their abyss of their souls . Andy knew that , from first hand . He was still getting to know the place , the idle juveniles laying in the sandy beaches , the laughs of the middle aged men echoing through the thickness of the trees’ leaves . A literal paradise ... with no God .

Dolan had promised his wife to keep her safe, and eventually after his decadence , he was more fazed than anything . Their inseparable form could be made out from kilometers ago, their vivid and full of life auras leaving hints of sunshine from time to time . Winning the couple of the year and being stunned was not in their plans but the did not dodge it . Until Dolan started venturing at inexcusable bars , reciprocal pink lipstick decorating one side of his neck while he reclined next to his bond , mumbling about his ambiguous accomplishments. He had her to the point , Mariah felt overwhelmed. The weight of his nifty assets , the gravitas of his clumsy , yet anticipated acts made her scream and wince .

But Mariah David Dolan , did not intend on giving up so easily , only because her husband was demonstrating his incompetent self . Haphazardly, or not , the female found herself at Sherlock’s , who fasty evaluated and corrupted all of her nasty problems . Taken the right measurements, Mariah decided to treat themselves to a dinner , the brunette averting his gaze back from his laptop to his wife. “Did something happen ?” Mariah never cooked , even at special , “crowded” occasions , she wouldn’t lay a finger at the metallic kitchenware . “No . I just though about all the work you’re recently hooked with. A nice dinner with your wife would help you blow off some steam” smirking at the fit of the last words, she left Dolan alone, drowning in his intellectually safe thoughts.

The capriciousness of the vexing atmosphere made the couple exchange some absurd looks. With Andy being the always tired one, sexual intercourse was lost long ago . “Something you would like to say ?” “No .” She went for a debate , any sort of the key for relationships , communication. If that clink unraveled , there would be no sweet salvation for the married couple . “Well , I want to say something.” Andy whispered a silent “go on” as one of their housekeepers wiped off him some of the pasta’s sauce . “I’m pregnant .” the brunette almost choked at the hear , she couldn’t be . “What ?” voice so small , the trait of vulnerability showing .

The fraction made his stomach toss and turn with anticipation, his dreams for the unknown slowly falling apart . “I’m pregnant on the 3rd month .” eyes infested with fury , the blue like sea color dissipated. “And when were you planning on telling me , hm ? When the waters would broke ? Or when the bump would start to show ? Or when you couldn’t fucking miscarriage?” his excessive, painful words ventured to withhold her insurmountable fury . Unceremoniously, his unbeatable character almost took back his sharp words , the marvel Mariah always waited for could intervene their scold and corrupt his grudge . Albeit she had cried and prayed for that baby to come , her husband didn’t yearn it .

“Did you talk to the gynecologist? Can you ?” he stated chastely , reclining his tensed back to the chair . Who could envision Andy Dolan with a child ? The reluctance became vexing , the tension had to be dwindled if she wanted to keep that inexcusable -for him- child . “Yes . We ... discussed and he said that I cannot ... get rid of it .” her unconvincingly words passed from the one ear to the other . He abruptly threw his crystal glass at the respective wall , agitating the woman to run to clean the mess . The hot , ambiguous tears wetting her cheeks . “Cant you just love me ?” she mumbled , her fasty movements elicited a cut from the sharp glass . She hissed at the pain , she wanted to resemble the perfect , sincere , housewife Andy pleased . To conquer the theme , so as to stand next to him with all her lucid pride while clutching his right hand .

And the things became even worse , chaos consuming the island , darkness drowning the residents . But the worst was Andy’s behavior shift . The unintelligible man faltered and his intriguing about his serene family faded , woefully leaving only his malice and possession . Fighting with his own demons , his rigid and virile facade came and ended up resented . The 24-hour absence of the paternal figure made the child cope with egregious insults and quarrels . Curling up in her little bed , her hands covering the ears as not to listen his beloved parents . Was her the reason they fought every night ? And as the family withered , Andy prepared to hit with sweet and sour vengeance .

“Please ...” the woman begged , the tears blocking her already blurry vision . Fatigue in her system degenerating, she tried to refrain this , but Dolan’s wrath could not be avoided . “Please what , hm ? You had a fucking debt ! Look after that damned child . And I swear to god Mariah ^ if something had happened to my daughter!” he scolded . “Oh come on ! Stop acting like you care ! You never did ... you never cared about your family .” His intimidating methods would usually work , and if not he would try for the vicious skin-to-skin contact . Slapping her and looking her terribly weak silhouette, squirming and crying under him . She remained frigid , not wanting to get that answer , Mariah ran to the basement , advancing around the marble halls like a lost puppy . Andy rubbed his stressed temple , waiting for his own kind of wonder to come and take him from this type of hell . The paradise where demons are hidden .

Andy never wanted to become one of them. That vicious, hungry, creatures . Demons . The olds said that if somebody approached the North river he would see a little red creature . A graceful , gorgeous demon . That was bullshit , demons didn't exist , his friend Michael had told him , that poor man - he had taken the subject of claiming to be the Antichrist of the end times too thick . He ended up at an asylum - good man , sick brain . “What are you thinking ?” . God , or whoever , heard him sent him his guardian angel . The nifty woman was everything he wished for . A real living angel . And that chaste, naive flirt shifted into this; whatever that was.

“Nothing to be honest . But let’s not talk about me , hmmm ?” the girl nodded heartily . Y/N had found her person , the one she could trust and never receive betrayal , the one she could cry at and talk about her insurmountable problems . Their meeting was casual - one , two drinks exchanged , some additional winks and the saccharine act of sex to help Y/N realize her feelings. When she was with him , the blithe and sybarite feeling would bloom inside her , becoming as beautiful as a sanguine rose . She chuckled at his works , could describe him as selfless ? No . But to her ... yes . Her despondent self hid his abusive and possessive persona . For her eyes and only , Andy Dolan was a god , innocent and perfect . “I wanted to ask about ... the divorce ? When are you two signing it ?” he had to be astute and answer handily . But they answer was always the same “Oh sweetheart, don’t worry . Mariah is a bit pertinacious but I’ll persuade her , okay ?” and she would fall at the trap , again .

“You’re always answering the same !” maybe today she would revolt and fortunately leave the poisonous love of Andy’s . His eyes shone dangerously, he didn’t want to do this . “Y/N’s not like Mariah” he would remind himself , but the poor girl was sticking her nose almost everywhere . “Aren’t you pleased , hm ? I took you from that fucking clinic , I helped you withdraw and this is your thank you ? I’m disappointed in you , Y/N .” his esoteric character on sight again . His cogent and invidious words caused the sentient girl spill the salty water . The male disdaining to help or comfort . “You deserve this anyway .” she stumbled back , her apprehension increasing whilst seeing him standing up from the bed . That absurdity had to stop , but he had saved her and it was her time now .

As Andy returned home , and the futile try to persuade his wife about the divorce exhausted him , he found himself at his daughter’s room . Observing her sincere and innocent moves . “Daddy ?” “Yes , Baby ?” his far-fetched sweet talk made the two smile in sync . The blonde’s smile making daddy crack . “Can I tell you something?” Andy nodded , hoping the child wouldn’t have read any of his recreational messages . “Mommy told me the reason she doesn’t want you two to break up !” his eyes lit up at her appendix . Perhaps it was the money or the child but anyway - Andy had to know . “What’s that ?” patting his lap for the girl to sit , Hera made herself comfortable at the warmth of his legs . “She said that she won’t let you fool around with every individual who has two holess.” “She said what ?!?!” “Yes , yes but what did she mean when she said “every individual with two holes .” ?” “Not now , Hera .” he quickly placed the kid down , as she sulked at her daddy’s extraordinary behavior.

By the time Andy stated the predicament , Mariah had ruminated on her terms . She should have said this , fuck she really shouldn’t . Her dull and attention-seeking words pushed her husband’s last buttons . “Are you fucking braindead ? What was that you said to my daughter ?!” she knew where that debate would end up . Condescendingly , she wrapped her arms around his neck . Her touch-starved grating amusing his carnal urges . Not wanting to dwell on the situation , Andy let it happen . Her amorous posture , the well-med hair , how didn’t he feel it coming ? Her hands traveling at his shirt’s buttons while Andy’s fingers went for her top . Discarded clothing were soon decorating the floor of their kitchen . His greed for more would eat him up one day . And he waited - patiently and calmly for that day . Her tenuous dominance caused waking up his boredom. But his prurient mind , thought otherwise.

She licked his upper lip , Andy letting her tongue slip into his mouth . The sloppy kiss turning into something more passionate, more loving . “I’ve missed this .” she mumbled in between breaths , making a smirk plaster on Dolan’s face . “I’ve missed you .” he hushed her by kissing her , the loving , lingering kiss making butterflies fly in her stomach . “Andy ?” he groaned at the call , not wanting to eye roll , he approved the question and motivated to go on . “Do you love me ?” “Yes. Only you . And no one else . I know things are hard right now but I’ll make it up to you.”

Bare bodies tangled . Two bodies in one . His hips snapped viciously at hers , hand grabbing a harmful fist of hair . Abruptly pulling it back , making Mariah hiss at the sudden contact of pain . The persona she would only see , not even Y/N , the sadistic one . Her head touching his sweaty torso , the tears in her eyes strengthening his stamina . The coil in her stomach tightened and as the loved noticed it - his hands traveled between her puffy lips , toying with her little bud . “I’m .... im-” her muffled cries interrupting her . “I know baby . Cum , cum with me .” and the coil in her belly broke synchronized with his . The addicting feeling of euphoria engulfing them both . “You did so well .” his sugary words causing her pride to rise , awaking her love for him . Just like the old times . “I love you , Mariah .” she perched at his tight embrace , inhaling his intoxicating scent . “Mhm me too .” she had to savor the moment . Mariah didn’t know what could possibly find her tomorrow .

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And as Andy distanced himself from Y/N, he kept his promise and made up the tangle. At least everything that could be fixed . The insuperable bond they created was ineffable. The somnolent love , almost dead , rose back from the dead . His pernicious and arcane self opened at his therapist . The Dolans couldn’t be happier . Apathy no longer lived between them . No invidious implication wafting around the tensed atmosphere. Just some more scarce , anticipated details and Dolan would finally fall into blithely.

Andy planted the usual good morning kiss on his wife . Excusing himself for his aimless absence on lunch and venturing to the car . The fraction of 2 to months without seeing Y/N, made him tacit. Where was the power Dolan’s hold ? He couldn’t falter, not now. He would withhold and keep things conservative. His conscience screamed no , but he shut it off , not wanting to trust his instincts . Choosing the obliviousness.

Approaching her modern like house , the cars of topical police confused his comprehension. Incompetent to walk inside , albeit he promised not to care - a part which was got circumvented - some of his worry remained to Y/N . “Officer , is she okay ?” the concern in his eyes made the blue - dressed man doubt his accusation . “Sir , are you Mr.Dolan ?” the man let his white scribbling block down , paying full attention to the brunette . “In the flesh .” two more patrols approaching, no feeling of timidity in their eyes . His envision had to be mendacious . A prosaic one , more realistic. “Andy Dolan you are arrested for the murder of Y/N Y/L/N” his conception blurred, everything changing into automatic. His eyes caught the figure of his wife talking to another police man - she wouldn’t? Would she ?

Everything happened so quickly, the metal handcuffs were clutched onto his hand, the ignominious state making him sentient. He would go to prison and there was no denial in that . At least he would leave Eden .

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He had learnt the news . Mariah was in all this . She had been informed about Andy’s illegal affair , not only with women but with drugs , too . On the one side, she had managed to plan her husband’s perfect suicide but the contradiction she received made her tentative. Therefore she visited the professionals . Sherlock’s beneficial - for both Mariah and him- and handily trap got Dolan arrested . They had planned everything, even the littlest detail . The plan was easy , yet complicated.

He would wake up at 7:15 a.m. as always . Head to the kitchen to make his morning coffee , catch up with Mariah who would accidentally leave the house . His phone would remind him about his last meeting with Y/N , where she would end up thing with him . Or what Mariah had decided to do for her . Y/N had left the island months ago when Mrs.Dolan appeared in her house and threatened to kill her and her soon-to-be-born child. As Andy would drive his way , Sherlock would leave his fingerprint everywhere , placing them carefully at the edges of the gun . Next step would be Y/N’s doppelgänger, nice and murdered next to the white rug .

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The unbearable route of the dull prison . The thousand of men behind the metal bars , hungry for every kind of fight and sexual intercourse nettled his every atom . Compelling himself not to communicate with anyone , Andy , who had received a life imprisonment lost and the last bit of faith . There was no salvation for him , it never existed . “You have a letter .” the word taking him out of his dwelling thoughts. His family never sent him letters , not that they were coming . Drugs were forbidden, or that was the law applied . “Sender ?” “Unknown .” Andy wasn’t in the mood for playing games . This almost one years in prison erased all of his lenient future. Additionally, alleviating his last mendacious fantasies about life .

Taking the rigid piece of paper , the handwriting of a woman caught his attention . Refraining himself from toring it apart and throwing it to the trash can , he want for abstinence. Cutting the edges with a small knife which used to hide right down his pillow , the form a photo fall on the floor . Inhaling a piece of pure reluctance , Andy took the shiny piece of paper between his hands . The silhouettes of two girls laughing at each other quirked his eye brow . But her ineffable and disheveled beauty stopped his breath . A baby adjoining her side , made him caught the implication . The transparent eligibility to join this family causing him to incandescent. That was his child and his Y/N .

Last thing , eyes traveling at the bottom of the photo

- SHOT WITH NIKON 456 | 6/4/2021 | 7:56 p.m.

And they were alive .

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[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.

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The Padackles Link-Chapter 60

That evening, while Jensen is giving Jackson his bath, I text Gen. 

D:Hey. Thinking about going to the lake and having a picnic. The kids could play in the water, we could do some sunbathing, and the guys could pull out the jet skis. Relaxing day on the water. What do you think?

G: Sounds great! I'll ask Jared and see what he thinks. Let you know, sweetie.

D: Okay.

A few minutes later, my phone goes off with another text.

G: The Padalecki's are good to go! See you in the morning. 

I smile as I reply back that I’m looking forward to it. Giving Jensen and Jared a day to just unwind and take a break from responsibilities even for just a few hours was what they needed. 

After getting Jackson down for the night and joining Jensen in bed, I decide to bring up the idea for the lake and picnic. 

“Jay?” I say, propping my chin on his chest and looking up at him.

“Yea, babe?” Jensen looks down and smiles, pushing a wayward hair out of my face.

“How does a day on the water sound? I messaged Gen and they’re in. Just the three of us and the four of them relaxing and enjoying the water and weather.”

“That sounds perfect,” Jensen answers and bends down to kiss me. “Man, I wish JJ could be here this week. She loves the water. I’ve wanted to take her out on the boat for a while now.”

As Jensen slides down and gets comfortable enough to go to sleep, I begin plotting a surprise in my head. 

Waking up to the sounds of Jackson cooing over the baby monitor and Jensen’s even breathing behind me will never get old. I love to lay there and listen, my son's noises and sounds make my heart swell. He is growing so fast and learning new things all the time, like rolling over. I giggle as I think back to just the day before when he almost sent Jensen in a panic when he wasn’t in the same position that his dad had left him in. 

Jensen mumbles something in his sleep and I look over at him. His eyes are still closed but I can see them begin to move behind his lids and I know he’ll be waking up soon. I watch as he slowly opens his eyes, unfocused and disoriented until he hears our son’s babbling filling the air. A smile creeps across his face as he turns to see me looking at him.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” he says and the deep timber of his voice just goes all through me. I love to hear the sound of it; the soft expression and tone leaves me feeling heady.

“Morning, handsome,” I answer. “Sounds like Jackson is awake.”

After breakfast, Jensen and I begin packing a basket with sandwiches and chips and cakes and a cooler of beverages for everyone. While I get Jackson dressed and ready for his first trip on a boat, Jay begins carrying items out to his truck. 

On the way to the lake, I pretend to have forgotten something at the house only to put my little surprise plan in motion.

“Oh shit, Jay!” I say as he turns into the marina. I see Jared and Gen and the boys are already there waiting. “I forgot the sunscreen. I need to go back and get it or Jackson won’t enjoy this outing at all.”

Jay pulls up next to the Padalecki’s SUV and gets out, giving Jared a hug and slap on the back. They both seem to have been needing this and I’m happy that I thought of it. I look back to check on Jackson to see him sitting in his chair, chewing on his little fist. I crawl across the console of the truck and motion for Gen to come over. 

“Hey! Are you getting out?”

“Yea, I just gotta run a quick errand. Wanna go with?”

Gen smiles and turns to tell Jared to watch Thomas and Shep and then goes around the other side to get in.

“So, where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

As we pulled into the familiar driveway, Daneel came out the front door with JJ on her hip. She looked happy and thrilled to see the truck but that smile fell off her face as soon as she saw who was driving her ex-husband’s vehicle.

Shifting into park, I didn’t take my eyes off the windshield as I murmured, “Here goes nothing.”

Gen reached over and patted my hand that was on the gearshift and then opened her door to get out and greet her friend.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing here?” Dani said as soon as we were near enough that she didn’t have to yell.

“Well hello to you too, Dee,” Gen said with a smile but I knew she was anxious about my plan and was trying to break the ice. 

“Hey, Gen. You really lowered your standards of who you hang out with, huh?”

“Dan, I come here to ask you to consider something,” I begin. “We are all having a lake day and I wanted to see if there was any way I could surprise Jay by bringing JJ. Plus I know how much she loves playing with the boys.”

There, it was out there. My plan, my idea to give Jensen a day with his family, his whole family. His son and his daughter plus his ‘brother’ and kids. The Padalecki’s were as much as Jensen’s family as Josh and Mackenzie, his actual siblings, were. 

“Please?” I wasn’t above begging to have that cute little girl come with us and enjoy the sun and water.

“No.” Dani said and turned to go back inside. Gen saying her name stopped her before she could shut the door.

“Daneel Ackles! Are you that spiteful that you are going to be belligerent and deny letting JJ spend time with her father? I thought you were better than that. Guess I don’t know you as well as I thought I did.”

“You don’t know anything about me, Genevieve,” Dani snarled and the hostility in her voice frightened JJ as the little girl began whimpering and wiggling, trying to get away from the conflict. I step forward with my arms outstretched toward her but before I could actually take the child into my arms, Dani pulls her away and switches her daughter to the opposite, and farther away, hip.

“God, Dani!” I argue. “I just want to soothe JJ. She can pick up on the malice in your words and the resentment you are giving off and she doesn’t like it.” I look at the little blonde, her eyes full of tears threatening to fall and give her a smile. 

In the sweetest voice I can muster I speak again, looking at JJ but my words are meant for Dani. “I know you don’t like me and I know you hate the fact that Jensen and I are together but are you that much of an antagonistic that you would deny your daughter time with her father? He’s missed out on so much already Dani. He needs to be able to see her and spend time with her. And, with her being with us, it gives you time to do what you need or want to do. So please, I beg you, let me take JJ for the day so we can all enjoy her?”

Daneel looks at me with complete hatred in her eyes and promptly turns and walks into the house, shutting the door in our faces.

“Well, at least I tried,” I say defeatedly. “C’mon, let’s go back to the guys.”

“Hold on,” Gen says and I watch as she walks to the door and opens it, walking in like she owned the place. I remember when I felt welcome enough to do that but now it would probably be considered trespassing. I head back to the truck to wait on Gen, the tears blurring my vision. I had just wanted to give Jay what he needed, a day with his daughter.

Gen’s POV

I watch Drea head back to the truck, her shoulders drooping and her head hanging low. How dare Daneel treat her so vindictively, how can she be so petty to the person Daneel had, at one time, entrusted to care for her daughter?  

I look back toward the house and make up my mind. I'm not going to let this go. JJ is as welcome to come on this outing as any of us. I don't even knock when I approach the door, just turn the knob and walk in.

Daneel is in the kitchen, bouncing her daughter who is now sobbing. "Wan' Daya! Wan' Daya, Mommy!"

Daneel jumps and turns when she hears me enter. "What are you doing Gen? You know what she did! Why are you hanging out with that….that husband snatcher! I thought you were my friend."

I sigh and look at my former best friend in the eye. "Elta Ackles," I demand, using her given name; it's a family name that Dee had boasted about many times. "How dare you play this victim here! Drea isn't faultless but she has done nothing wrong. All she wants to do is give Jay a day with his kids, both of them. 

"She come to you honestly and was nothing but respectful to you. You treated her like dirt. As for us being friends, I still consider you my friend but I'm not going to stand by and let anyone treat any of my friends like you just did Drea. She is my friend too! And is it really that horrible that she wants to include Justice Jay in their lives? You, at one time, trusted her with JJ while you were off filming. That girl was here by herself with your child for a week! And is JJ any worse for it? No, in fact, if you ask me JJ really thrives under Drea's care. 

"I mean, do you actually think Drea would let anything bad happen to her, do you think Jay or Jared or I would?!"

I take a breath to control my ire at the situation. "Let us take JJ out on the boat and let her enjoy a day with her father and brother and the boys. Please? I promise she will be safe. You have my word."

End Gen's POV

When the rear passenger door opens, I am surprised to see the little girl in Gen's arms. JJ looks toward the front and sees me and begins smiling. 

"Daya! Hi!"

"Hi baby girl," I say stunned and cut my eyes to Gen in question. She just nods her head and finishes buckling JJ into her seat before shutting the door and climbing into the front. 

"Let's go boating!" Gen exclaims with a smile.

I switch the ignition on and back out of the driveway, heading back to the marina.

"I don't know how you did it, Gen but thank you." I say, now excited to get back and surprise Jay. 

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Too Many Compliments?

Mommy!Lisa x Sub!Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Mommy kink, Jealousy, Punishment, Dirty talk? Orgasm denial

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"You look so good! Jisoo pulls off the sexy concept so well~" Lisa just listened to you gush about the other girls, quietly getting more irritated with each compliment. "I still think you should go blond Jennie," playing with her hair as you spoke, not noticing how hard your girlfriend was glaring at you. "You're really loving the way it turned out" Rosé chimed in. "Oh my god yeah!" Beaming at her, "you all look beyond gorgeous! Jaw-dropping like always." Receiving thanks from the girls, your phone rings seeing a message from Lisa "we need to go now."

You look at her confused until you see the anger in her eyes, "uh, Lisa and I have to go, I promised my neighbors I'd babysit their son." Getting nods and goodbyes from the girls, you slowly trailed behind Lisa down the hall. “Lisa I’m sorry, I didn’t know-” you hush with the glare she shoots at you, finishing the walk to your place in complete silence.

Closing the door to your apartment, you watch Lisa throw herself onto the couch. Walking over to meet her you stand next to the couch waiting for her to say something, but she never does. Pulling her phone out she continues to ignore you coldly, you almost break down from suspense before trying one last thing. Lisa obviously wanted you to show her you were sorry- or at least initiate it, so that’s what you did. Changing into her favorite set, you made sure to grab the matching silk tie in order to hopefully score some extra points. 

Walking into the living room, you kneeled in front of her waiting to get her attention. Once she turned her head toward you, you held up the tie offering it to her with the best puppy eyes you could muster under her gaze. Watching Lisa take it, you put your wrists together for her only to be told no. Confused you start to open your mouth to speak, cut off when her hand grips your jaw firmly. "Don’t even think about saying another word unless I tell you to." Raking her eyes down your figure before a small smirk appeared on her face. "Now, put your hands behind your back."

Just as Lisa finished tying your wrist together, your vision went dark. Flinching at the feeling of Lisa's breath on your neck, "having you restrained and blindfolded gives me half a mind to gag you as well baby~" you let out a whimper as a response, you’ve never felt this excited and nervous around Lisa but, this was new and you weren’t complaining. With no warning, you feel your body being yanked up and shoved over her lap. Her hand drawing light touches over your shorts, “I really do love you in silk.” You soaked up the gentle action before it changed quickly into a harsh slap against your ass. 

Lisa continued to smack both cheeks brutally, you bit lip to keep quiet, not wanting to test her patience any further, gasping as when she yanks your shorts down. “baby girl I could see you ruining your shorts,” swiping a finger through your wetness slowly, humming in satisfaction. “Do you like having me turn your ass red? Making me mad? Do you actually enjoy this from me?” not answering fast enough for Lisa, she pulls you up to sit on your knees, holding the back of your head by your hair, “I asked you, do you like being treated this way?” she whispered in your ear. Gulping, you try to nod, whispering a soft yes before she swiped at your lip following it with a tsk, tsk, “trying so hard to behave, my poor baby's gone and bruised her lip.” 

Following her guidance, she has you back to kneeling on the floor. Sensing Lisa’s presence move, you wait quietly before having her turn your body, suddenly feeling her bare legs on either side of you. “I think, I want to feel how sorry you are, that is if you’re even sorry at all… are you?” nodding quickly, “yes, yes I’m sorry Lisa I-,” tensing up, her hand holding your jaw in place, “Uh uh. That’s not what you’re calling me tonight.” Releasing her grip on you, you lick your lips briefly, “I’m sorry, mommy.” Rubbing her hand down your cheek you can hear the smile in her voice, “Good girl.”

You knew she was pulling you into her heat so you decided to lean in, getting to work on the apology she wanted from you. Nestling your face into her, immediately slurping her arousal blindly. The loud moan she releases encourages you but you whine wishing you could see her, "Fuck you look so good, princess."

The more you lick up her slit the needier her hips roll on your tongue, her hand pulling you closer to her and holding you in place while she grinds haphazardly against you. "God, just like that baby you're doing so good," she praises, whimpering into her you try to increase the way your tongue moves inside of her. Groaning, the way she keeps clenching is making you press your thighs together in search of some relief. Lisa's moans get whinier as she starts to cum. Her hips stutter and her grip in your hair tightens as she holds you still to finish herself off on your face, your groans and whimpers helping her ride her orgasm out.

Pulling you off, you know she's probably looking at the mess she made on your face. Panting, you're stunned briefly when you feel her give you a sloppy open mouth kiss. Tasting herself messily, you clenched around nothing and whining at the feeling of how needy she was, "Baby, you did so good, I should restrain you more often if you're going to eat me out like that every time." Jumping at her hand shoving itself between your legs to palm your pussy, whimpering you bite your lip hard to contain any more noises,  "Awe, no baby I want to hear those pretty sounds that I'm causing you to make, got it?." Opening your mouth you gasp as she shoves a finger inside you, "y-yes mommy."

The constant whimpers you released were embarrassing. Lisa started kissing and marking your neck while she added another finger, using her thumb to circle your clit lazily. Mumbling against your skin, "mm so fucking wet, is that from me or the girls?" Whining at her question you bucked your hips on her hand, "you mommy, only you! P-please I'm sorry mommy I won't do it any-" cutting yourself off with a loud groan when she changes her position inside you. "Oh yeah, princess? You think I believe that?" She asks while she speeds up her hand's movements. "M-mommy, please I won't I swear~" whining at the way your abdomen starts coiling. "God, you sound so pathetic." She hisses, hitting inside you deeply making you slightly tumble forward onto her getting a chuckle out of her.

Focusing on your clit, you hoped she' stop asking questions. You couldn't stop the whimpers coming out of you, her fingers kept up twisting inside you, hitting deep against your front wall, struggling to stay sitting up your thighs were shaking from all the pleasure. "M-mommy, please" you whined, so close to your high it almost hurt. Suddenly you were empty, void of her hand and any form of contact as she stood up, leaving you on the floor to whine. Being met with harsh light as Lisa removed the blindfold, "baby girl, did you really think I was going to let you finish?" Whimpering as you nodded, close to tears as you beg, "mommy I was so good please, please make me feel good." Her smirk made you shiver, "you were good, so good for me but," she pauses, dabbing the drool from your mouth, "you were also really bad earlier."

Watching her move to sit behind you, you freeze as her lips lightly kiss the shell of your ear, her hands rubbing your shoulders and down your arms lightly. You're body still slightly shaking from your stolen orgasm, Lisa's gentle touches were a tease in themselves. "You know baby girl," her low tone sounding so chilling as her hands play with the tie around your wrists, "sluts don't get to finish, No matter how sorry they are, that's the rule." With that she pulls the tie loose, letting your wrist free. Falling forward to your hands and knees, you see her feet come into view in front of you. Looking up, Lisa meets you halfway as she crouches down to hold your chin in place, "now let's get you cleaned up."

[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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[sprnklersplashes]

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.

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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.

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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

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“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.

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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.