#one day I believe she’ll be my wife and then I’ll still be seeing her and talking to her every single day and it won’t be a problem

[insanechayne]

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[crystlizabeth]

You belong to me..

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Shadow!femreader

Summery: she may have been a shadow and worked for graves but when your commanders friendliness becomes a bit to touchy it’s a problem, you don’t touch pretty things that belong to Simon Riley.

Warnings: possessiveness, unprotected sex, jealousy, praising, mentions of blood, not proofread

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Simon hated watching those shadows touch you, even if it was ‘friendly’. You smiled at every praise that left Graves lips of how you did such a good job, the pat to your back to low for Simon’s liking and the way he let his hand drag as he walked away. Simon couldn’t help but wonder how Graves was towards you when nobody was around, even if he was your commander your superior he wasn’t allowed to touch you like that. Simon clenched his fist as you stood there soon turning towards him, your gaze different a look a smile that was only meant for him displayed on your pretty face.

A sweet face that he’d have buried in a pillow tears go pleasure running down you face. You saw the way his eyes watched you his dark eyes hooded dangerously staring you down. Price catching Simon’s attention was the only thing that made him look away from you, one last glance towards you before following Price.

Even with that gold ring on your finger signafying that you where his, the last name on your Files no longer yours but his. It wouldn’t be enough he wanted you to himself he had begged price multiple times to call a transfer of you to 141 but Graves always declined because you worked for the United States, the Shadows you belonged to Graves.

But jealousy gets the best of everyone right?

Simons hands grabbing the side of Phillips vest slamming him against the wall, “what crawled up your ass and died Lieutenant.” Graves groaned.

“Why is it you always find your hands on my wife.” Simon spoke his face close to Phillips, his voice dark.

An ugly smirk appeared on Phillips face the cocky twat only shrugged his shoulders a short reply “She’s nice, a good asset to me. She is a good asset.”

That right there if he could without geting put away for life would have taken his knife and silt Phillips throat, carving the commander inside out and feed it to his Shadows and Shepherd himself. Instead Ghost fist connected to his face, more than once, enough to leave blood on his hands and the shirt he wore. He let go of Graves letting him slide down the wall, “if you’re smart, you’ll keep your hands to yourself and mouth shut.” Simon spike lowly leaning down to make eye contact with him.

“I don’t see what she sees in you…” Phillip coughed wiping the blood from his nose.

Simon stayed silent, he didn’t need to answer that because you saw him for him he didn’t have to explain what you saw in him to someone who’s been wanting you to themselves. “I’ll give her the world a safe home and face to look at… your really think she’ll stick around you forever, please. I see her more day out of the year you do why do you think I decline those transfers from your captain. Just to spite you and help her forget you.” Phillip said blood dripping from his toothy smile.

Simon was fuming, his knuckles splitting even more from clenching them. Who did graves think he was? You stuck around someone like that, even bleeding and in pain graves still chose to test his limits.

One punch after another Simon was on top of him graves of course fighting back but a man’s rage was different few more punches and he stopped. Phillip was still alive he was gonna leave him there to rot nobody would believe him he was a traitor staying in UK soil this was bound to happen. And even then Simon had proof that it was just self defense.

Grabbing Philips hair making him look up at Him “Ya listen here, stay the fuck off my wife she can work for your or you’ll be smart and start a transfer. But may god help you if you lay a finger on her again.” Simon spoke harshly finishing by pushing Graves against the wall.

The click of your door opening startled you awake, but the figure that stood in the hall light that poured into your room made you less tense. “Simon..you can be in here..” your voice groggy, your eyes scanning over him at yuh turn your light on. He was covered in blood his mask held in his left hand as he looked at you.

You quickly got you closing your door pushing him to the bed sitting him down “who did this to you.. Simon.” You spoke lifting the bloody shirt off his head his blond hair sticking up.

“It’s not mine.”

It’s not his? Who’s was it then, who pushed him over the edge just enough. Was he gonna get in trouble for this, arrested. “Love stop the worrying..” he spoke breaking you out of your thoughts his large hands pulling you towards him.

He pulled you in close sitting you in his lap your thighs falling around his waist, the feeling of his hands grabbing your face made you wince a bit the feeling of dried blood on his hands made you cringe.

“You belong to me..” he spoke his dark eyes penetrating yours. “You belong to me.” His words stern and harsh.

“Say it.”

“I belong to you Simon.” You spoke his hands falling down your face his hands finding the bottom of your shirt lifting it over your head. You could feel the tension radiating of his skin, he was gonna take his stress and the rest of his anger out on you.

“Good girl, say it again, tell me I’m allowed to have you as I please.” He spoke his lips kissing your neck.

You obeyed “ I belong you you Simon, take me. Have me I’m yours.”

His lips met your kissing you so hungrily he was here to remind you who you belonged to. His hand grabbed the band if your panties pulling his hand back harshly snapping them at the pulling them if you your bare cunt exposed to his trousers. He lifted you up dropping your body on the the mattress as he undid his pants, quickly finding himself on top of you.

“Are you sure.”

“Take me Simon, I’m yours.”

That’s all he needed to hear, his fat head spreading your wet folds apart as he pushing into you. It’s been a minute since he’s been in you but your walls always seemed to mold around him so nicely, those gorgeous sounds you made slipping from your lips as he started moving.

The sound of skin slapping as he fucked into your poor cunt, you drooled for him. He knew how to make a mess out of you, your nails digging into his back as he bullied your pretty pussy. Even with every hard thrust he loved you so well, kissing you so tenderly as your cried out to him. You soft whimpers pleading for him drive him crazy this is how he knew you where his, his to destroy, his to love.

Your finger tangled his his blonde curls tugging on them as he made love to you cradling your head your knees pressed to your chest, he felt every inch of you. “Please don’t stop Si, god please don’t stop.” You cried out.

He didn’t the tightness of your walls staring to clamp around him was enough to bring him to his edge the moans that escaped your lips was enough to make him cum knowing that he made you this way. Your body folded into a mating press as you came on his fat cock. Your pleds for him to cum in you, that you wanted him to fill you marking you as his once again make you need him for days after. His thick seed filling up your puffy cunt, his white nut spilling out the sides as he fucked it into you.

“Common take it, yeah atta girl fucking take it.” He growled pumping in and out of you your nails digging into his biceps the feeling of his thick nut filling you making your eyes roll back.

His cock still in you as he sat up letting your legs fall down your chest falling up and down heavily, your body glistening from sweat. You were gonna be walking funny the next morning that’s for sure, “I didn’t hurt you right?” He asks his calluses hands gliding up and down your torso.

You shook your head no, “good..” he said leaning down kissing your lips tenderly.

“Let’s get you cleaned up yeah..”

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Simon smut!! I have a Johnny one coming sooner or later!!

[slaymitchabernathy]

A Snowflake

“Do you think I look fat?”

Coriolanus freezes at his wife’s question. Surely this is some trick, some ploy to start up a pointless argument. There really should be lessons taught to husbands of expecting wives about these things because he’s been navigating the past seven months clueless as can be.

He glances up from the newspaper at his wife, dressed merely in her underwear while standing in front of their dresser, looking at herself in the mirror’s reflection.

Her hands rest on her protruding stomach, swollen with their first child, a baby girl.

Coriolanus feels pride in knowing that he not only managed to marry a woman as beautiful as Soarynn, but also managed to get her pregnant. She’s absolutely glowing with this pregnancy and he’s heard nothing but praise about how she’s been going about it.

And yes, in public she’s the sweet, graceful Soarynn Snow everyone knows her to be. But at home she’s sometimes a little…emotional.

He’s learned to choose his words very carefully the past few months since most sentences can lead to tears. He knows it’s just the hormones, that she’ll be back to her normally sensitive self once she gives birth but still, he’s been walking on eggshells.

“Of course not, darling,” he smoothly answers, and he’s telling the truth. Soarynn is a rather slender woman, and yes, she’s put on a few pounds during this pregnancy, but in all the right places in his opinion.

Her breasts have grown in size and her ass, well, he’s been enjoying these developments very much. Turns out pregnancy is a blessing.

But Soarynn is still looking at herself, with a frown on her lips now. Coriolanus sighs, he knows his wife isn’t vain or self obsessed but all his friends warned him about this stage of pregnancy. The stage in which women tend to obsess over every little thing about their appearance, comparing their current bodies to the ones they had before becoming pregnant.

Not that he can blame her, he’d do the same thing if he were in her position. Coriolanus prides himself in his toned physique, working out regularly to ensure that Soarynn has a fit and attractive husband at all times.

But this pregnancy has only made her more beautiful in his eyes, she’s gotten softer, prettier, brighter. She’s simply glowing.

He rises from his seat once he realizes that a few kind words will not be enough to soothe his wife’s insecurities.

He comes up behind her and rests his hands on top of hers, admiring how they look in the mirror. They make quite the attractive couple in his opinion and if they’re lucky, their baby girl will look just like Soarynn.

He can picture her now, wavy blonde hair, blue eyes with a hint of gray in them, freckles too. She’ll have him wrapped around her little finger in no time if she’s anything like Soarynn.

“My love,” he says softly, kissing behind her ear, “you look beautiful, believe me you do. There’s not a day where you haven’t looked beautiful, pregnant or not but to see you carrying my child makes you even more beautiful.”

Soarynn leans into his touch, fully trusting him with her care and his heart beats a little faster knowing that very soon, he’ll be taking care of two people.

His girls.

“I just,” she bites her lip, “I don’t ever want to disappoint you and I worry that I may not look the same once I give birth. I’ve heard stories of women experiencing tearing during birth and…”

He can see that his wife has fallen victim to horror stories of birth. He’d by lying if he said he hasn’t as well but for different reasons.

Coriolanus remembers his own mother’s death all too well. Too much blood, not enough time. His little sister he never got to meet and his mother he never got to say goodbye too.

No, that won’t be happening to Soarynn, he’ll make sure of that.

He holds her a little tighter though, just to be safe, “You won’t tear,” he promises, “and I love you Soarynn, no matter what your body looks like. If you think I’ll be put off by a stretch mark then you clearly don’t realize how I can’t get enough of you darling. I’d take you every day if I could.”

To prove his point he kisses down her neck, making her giggle which has to be his favorite thing to hear, “You already do,” she laughs, squirming in his hold.

She’s right, he makes love to her about every day just for the sake of reminding her how much he adores her. Soarynn is like a goddess with her swollen stomach, lying on their bed. It’s hard not to make love to her when she looks like this.

He chuckles and gives her one more kiss before pulling away, “See? You’re beautiful and you’re not fat, you’re growing a tiny human being inside of you darling, you shouldn’t be concerned with such things.”

Soarynn sighs, looking at their reflection with his hands resting on top of hers. “Our little snowflake,” she softly says and he raises an eyebrow. “Snowflake?” He repeats and Soarynn smiles up at him, nodding, “Mhm. Get it? Because she’s tiny and we’re the Snows? A snowflake!”

Coriolanus kisses the top of her head, amused by how cute she is. “You’re terribly clever darling,” he tells her, “but it’s a good thing we already picked out a name hmm?”

They chose the name of their baby girl once they found out the gender. Mostly because Soarynn wanted to get her as many personally monogrammed items as possible. Pillows, blankets, stuffed animals, clothes, whatever she could get her hands on.

Coriolanus didn’t even bother with trying to stop her. Not when she was so excited. The nursery was already done, with soft pink walls and a beautiful crib.

“Our Ceraphina,” Soarynn says dreamily.

Coriolanus smiles, “Our little snowflake.”

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[platinumrosetail]

Hi it me 🪿 sorry it took me so long work kicking my ass.

Can I have a yandere playtonic Millie , bilzto, stolas, Luna x female trun demon child reader

Where the reader got to hell cuz well I leave that idea to you and then Millie bilzto and stolas and Luna found them and is like my demon baby now and rise them

Sorry if anything is missing spells so many day at the ER. But I have a couple day's off for Much need sleep and relaxing and doing chores lol have a wonderful day sweetheart

Sure! And you’re fine. I’ll do what I can with your lovely request.

Warning: noob author, female reader, yandere platonic characters, and others.

Characters: blitzø, loona, millie, and stolas.

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Blitzø:

You were hypnotized by some magician like criminal to do bad things as the criminal thought that no one would believe a child do his deeds for him.

Well that ended up you dying in one of the crimes he had forced you to do and so you ended up in hell.

He met you when he was getting some food for him and loona.

He didn’t ask about how you’re here or where’s your parents if your were born here, he just took you with him to the apartment he owns, saying how you’re now his daughter which greatly startled you about how sudden he was about this decision without even knowing you.

He learned what happened while you were still alive and then grew overprotective as many demons who died in the human world is more powerful than the hell-born demons so he doesn’t want you to get used again like when you were alive.

He spoils you like he does with loona and buys you a lot of stuff, while he buys stuff he makes sure to buy a tracker just in case you go missing or get lost or other situations.

He’ll make sure you’re safe and sound, making sure to keep you close to him even at I.m.p office.

Loona:

You were kicked out of the orphanage and died stealing some food.

Loona was just walking down the street after getting a hell version of Starbucks when you appeared in front of her in your new demon form still a child.

She was shocked to see a child being in hell but anything is possible.

She decided to take you home which surprised her as she wouldn’t do it but you just seemed to spark her interest especially with how she knows how hell would treat a young child like you.

She soon learned your backstory and she kinda related but it looks like you got the short end of the stick unlike her.

She secretly likes that blitzø easily took a shine to you but doesn’t show it, she also gets you gift she thinks you might like like a wolf doll.

She’ll be overprotective of you when out and will bite off anyone heads who decides to try and mess with you.

Millie:

Your family were murders so being in their family made you go to hell after you had died unexpectedly young.

You bumped into her after you get sent to hell and she just couldn’t let you survive on your own especially since you’re in hell and won’t go far unless you know what you’re doing.

So she took you to her apartment she shares with her beloved husband.

Moxxie wasn’t expecting his wife to bring home a child but after being explained how you got here he caved in and soon became your dad.

She makes sure you have everything you need and teaches you everything you might need to know along with some things she learned on her family’s farm.

She and moxxie both take you to work so you know both blitzø and loona, sometimes you’d be babysat by them when the two wants alone time.

She’s overprotective of you as she is of her husband and would do anything to keep you and him safe and sound.

Stolas:

You actually accidentally summoned him when finding one of his more easier summoning rituals so you and him became friends as you were lonely with how you had no friends.

He took interest you and started teaching you things like math and other useful thing you might need in the future.

He decided that you were perfect to be his daughter and know that you would get along with Octavia but he worries on what Stella would do when she finds out about you so he’ll have to do something with her and soon.

The way he had you be taken to hell was possess you and kill your parents though that was a bit tricky as their always working but thankfully he figured out when they be off work and home.

After he had you kill your parents he made you kill yourself so you could come down to hell and be his child.

He already taken care of Stella and made it look like a assassination attempt on him but she was hit, thankfully his blitzy and his friends did a wonderful job doing it too.

Your young mind didn’t comprehend or remember how he had possessed you and had killed your parents and yourself which he was thankful for as he means you still see him in a good lighting even with the new demon look you had gain. You and Octavia got along alright, though she didn’t understand why her father did what he did but didn’t really question as everyone in hell is demons and there’s a lot of things that have happened so it was best not to question things.

(A/n: I hope you liked it 😁!! Also this person will only be the person that will be able to use the anonymous feature as I’m tired of all the people requesting something but not following my rule and I won’t be able to contact them, reason why only this person is allowed is because my friend knows them and can contact them for me so do please make sure to read my rules before you request thank you. Anyway hope y’all have a wonderful day/evening/night!!)

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Mighty Solars in Taken Away From Me Ch. 7

Back in the dungeon cell, Terry, who has powered down earlier, started to sulk as he looks down at Cheery, who is still unconscious. She hasn’t even woken up yet. Suddenly, a door opening was heard as Terry looks up and sees Zolthar approaching him. Terry then looks down, believing he has lost all hope of reuniting with his husband, their kids and their nanny. Zolthar begin to scoff as he looks unsympathetic over Terry’s state right now.

Zolthar: So, you have given up Mighton?

Terry: Why the fuck would you say that?

Zolthar: Well, here you are right now. Ready to have you goddamn energy absorbed by our empress. chuckles I believe you never had a choice, just like I didn’t.

Terry: began to learn something What did you say?

Zolthar: Ya heard. I never had a choice, not since the day….I lost….. my wife….

Terry: What?! You lost your wife? What happened?

Zolthar: Ophelia happened?

A flashback appears as it shows Zolthar with his wife at a peaceful cottage on Emeralddon. He smiles after his wife as she smiles back at him.

Zolthar: voiceover I had a wonderful life with my wife. She was so kind and graceful. We had a lovely home, a wonderful village and a wonderful view. I had everything I wanted, until one day….

The flashback switches to the next scene where Zolthar hears screaming. He ran back to the cottage and sees his wife at Ophelia’s mercy.

Zolthar: voiceover The Empress came and she has my wife in her custody. She told me if I haven’t became her guard, she’ll take my wife’s life with it.

Ophelia: It’s your choice. Become my guard or your wife fucking gets it.

The scene switches over to Zolthar becoming the head guard as the Emeralnites bow down to him. But then, Zolthar returned home, only to see his wife on the floor as he gasp.

Zolthar: voiceover But when I got home, I was too late. Zolthar runs to who his wife who has been stabbed with her eyes clothes as she dies in his arms I lost the woman I love, to a murderous tyrant.

Zolthar cries as he cradles his dying wife in his arms. The flashback ends as Zolthar looks down bitterly, clearly which proves as a sign that he hasn’t gotten over the death of his wife. Terry just stood there, shock and terrified, how could Zolthar do this? How could Zolthar do this? How could he do this?! Out of the grief of losing his wife?

Zolthar: After losing my wife, I been spending years capturing other races of aliens for our energy. To please my empress. As a leading guard, you must do what is right. Even if it means taking lives from other alien.

Terry: Wh-what?! So that’s why you serve that fucking psycho? Because you lost your wife, to a murder? Why the fuck would you do this? Ophelia murdered your wife! This woman is a fucking monster! You can’t serve that person. She is gonna kill innocent humans, your planet is full of murdering bullshit!

Zolthar: punches Terry as he screams Shut the fuck up! I am doing what is right! So I won’t suffer the same fate as my wife!

Terry: growling as he started to transform You sick bastard! How could you? That empress you served is responsible for losing the woman you loved! She is a murdering psychopath! You are killing innocent people, they don’t deserved this! Think about it! This isn’t what your wife wanted! She would wanted you to have a better life!

Zolthar: I am doing what is best for me! I am doing what is best for my empress! I am doing what is best for my planet, you piece of-

Terry/Mighton: finishes transforming into his Mighty Solar form No! It isn’t! You make me fucking sick! Instead of recovering from that loss, you made it worst! You became an out of control monster! Just like your empress! You are killing other alien races for you godawful energy that is corrupting you! You are supposed to fucking stand up that goddamn evil empress! You bastard! I can’t believe you would do something like this! You and your race are nothing but a bunch of out of control fucking murderers! But, I’ll have you know that I have manage that same thing, because I have found my real lifemate, who would later become my doting husband, Korvo! I have already recover from that same grief after losing my previous lifemate Terri with an I, because I have an awesome husband, three awesome kids and an awesome nanny that I believe is heading up there right now, ready to kick your ass! Because, you and your godawful race deserves it! After all the goddamn awful things you have done! You are supposed to be the good guys!

Zolthar: growls as he shoves Terry who is still holding Cheery to the wall Well was that brat you rescued worth it?!

Terry/Mighton: This isn’t about her. It’s about all of us. Please, don’t kill these innocent humans Zolthar. Find another way.

Zolthar thinks about it, but instead of showing remorse, still being stubborn and thick headed, he shock Terry with am electric hammer as Terry screams in pain. Zolthar grabs the determined Mighty Solar by the head as he growls.

Zolthar: There’s nothing about us anymore, Mighton.

Zolthar throws Terry who is still holding Cheery to the ground. The dungeon doors open as Terry sees Ophelia waiting for him on top of a crater as black lighting appears in the dark sky.

Zolthar: picks up Terry violently Now get up, you fucking piece of shit! It’s time!

But, instead of looking at Zolthar, Terry looks up at Ophelia. He has finally had enough of her and her murdering psychotic races harming innocent lives. He even has enough of Zolthar blindly following the empress’ orders as he growls. This Mighty Solar has finally regain courage and hope, because now he knows what he must do. He must fight for not just Cheery, but also for Earth-4! His family! His friends! Everyone! Terry looks at Cheery before courageously heading up there to the Empress.

Back on Earth-4, Monica is slowly recovering as she wakes up and smile at the sunrise. She puts on her clothes, gets ready and heads downstairs for breakfast.

Mr. Miller: Morning sweetheart, how are you feeling?

Ms. Miller: Feeling better now, honey?

Monica: gets out a bowl of cereal and pours milk in it I don’t know mom and dad, I- suddenly sees another Emeralnites guard on the floor and screams Stay away!

Emeralnites Guard: What the fuck? Oh, gets out his gun and points it at the Millers prepare to die motherfuckers!

Suddenly, Phoebe, who transformed into Starburst, appeared, having heard the commotion from the Solar Opposites’ house. She gets out her lasso and uses it to wrap the guard and swing him to the wall.

Phoebe/Starburst: That’s what you get motherfucker! Leave those humans alone, but first. grabs the guard by the throat Where’s Mighton? What happened to the other missing humans? I swear to God, if you hurt them, along with Mighton, so help me-

The guard suddenly shoots the house light as it started to spark out fire. Ms. Miller scream as it prepares to strike towards her.

Monica: Mom! Watch out!

Suddenly, something incredibly unbelievable has happened! Monica ran faster then the speed of sound, in a trail of orchid lighting blazing through the scene! Monica has suddenly became incredibly super fast! In a fast motion, Monica grabs her mother and then her father to safety outside, as they grow and surprised by their daughter’s new ability. Their daughter is a like speedster now! Monica then sees the guard trying to let go of Starburst’s rope, then seizes the opportunity to use her new powers by running up the guard in fast motion as time slows down. Phoebe watches in amazement as she grows surprised by Monica’s discovered super power, super speed! Monica then stops and shoves the guard to the wall.

Monica: That’s for almost killing my mom, you fucking bitch!

Monica then knocks the guard unconscious as she started to look at the lighting around her that has spread across her body.

Monica: Wow, this is really cool feeling. What’s happening to me?

Phoebe/Staburst: Monica, that is so amazing! The blast must’ve have giving the powers of running fast without slowing down! You have super speed!

Then suddenly…

Janice: offscreen Aaah! Help!

Monica: Ooh. Be right back!

Monica uses her super speed and with her powers, rams a robber with a single punch as time slows down. The robber grows unconscious as the purse he stole from Janice suddenly returns in her arms. Monica ran back to her house as the news plays.

News Reporter: on tv We interrupt this program to bring you some breaking news! A newfound phenomenon spread across the globe as early reports have shown a somewhat mysterious running woman with the power of super speed. pictures of Monica blurred in the trail are shown We don’t know who this brave young woman is, but whoever she is, is she really a Mighty Solar?! And what will she do next?!

Monica: Aw man. This is all happening to fast! I better keep this a secret from everyone. Including my classmates. You think Jesse won’t mind if I tell her about this once we get up there?

Phoebe/Starburst: Hey, your best friend is a super hero. She is really gonna love this!

Mr. Miller: running up to his daughter with his wife as he gives her a big hug I am so proud of you sweetie!

Ms. Miller: Oh my baby is a superhero! Come here! showers Monica with motherly kisses

Monica: blushing as she smiles and laughs Mom! Dad! Cut it out!

Ms. Miller: Oh sorry, sweetie. We’re just so happy for you. But, don’t worry, we are not going to tell anyone. Including your awful aunt and cousins. They are so not going to mock you even more, even when you’re now a superhero.

Monica: Thanks, but I don’t if I’m born for this!

Phoebe/Staburst: puts her hand on Monica’s right shoulder Of course you are, because you are Jesse’s best friend and you’ve been so kind to everyone, even some people were being fucking transphobic. You are a very brave teenage girl, and right now, I think your powers can help us save Mighton and the rest of the captured humans.

Monica: smiles and develops a confident look on her face Yeah, let’s do this!

Ms. Miller: But honey, this looks dangerous.

Mr. Miller: Are you sure you can handle that kind of pressure?

Monica: looks back at her parents I have to. Even if it means risking to have a double life. My best friend’s father is in trouble and right now, Jesse and her family needs me now than ever. I have to go up there help the Mighty Solars rescue Mighton and stop that crazy empress. We have to make sure this never happens again. I know the risks, but I need you guys to count on me, please. Trust me.

Mr. and Ms. Miller look at each other then smiles and gives her a nod, showing a sign that they fully trust her. Monica hugs her parents.

Monica: Don’t worry you guys. I’ll be back soon. I love you two so much. Come on Starburst, we got a fucking ass to kick!

Phoebe and Monica walk out of the door as Monica looks at her parents one more time while smiling at them. Mr. and Ms. Miller smiles back at her. They feel like as if their daughter has grown up into a brave young lady. Monica then thought about something before they are ready to go up on planet Emeralddon.

Monica: Ooh but first…

Monica, with her super speed, runs up and grabs the unconscious guard in her hands and runs up to Phoebe, before nodding at each other.

Monica: Okay Staburst, hold on tight! starting running in fast motion with her super speed

Phoebe/Staburst: Woo-hoo!

Monica quickly ran faster than ever with her powers as the town grows startled by the super speed, wondering what is causing all this.

Jaimie: Wow.

Darcy: What was that wind?!

Monica and Phoebe then made it to the Solar Opposites as they head inside the ship and prepares to send themselves up there.

Monica: Aisha! Quick! Send us to Emeralddon! We’re ready!

Aisha: scans Monica Damn Monica, you got super speed! That’s fucking awesome! You’re one of us now?

Monica: smiles as she looks back at Phoebe I think so.

Phoebe/Starburst: Send us the coordinates to Emeralddon. to Monica Come on, we got a Shlorpian to save!

Aisha: watches as Phoebe and Monica heads up the teleportation device Good luck ya brave bitches!

Phoebe/Starburst: in her thoughts Hold on, Terry!

Phoebe and Monica transport themselves to Emeralddon as they are ready to help the Mighty Solars save the day! This is clearly gonna be Monica’s big moment!

[aajjks]

TC!dad!JK

you’re hurting. deeply hurt but if you face it with your flurry of emotions, it’ll only make things worse. you remain calm but it’s hard to pretend as if you’re okay when you’re not. you want to scream, cry, and let out a river of curses but you know no matter what you do, it won’t bring your baby boy back. you learned that when your twin boys died but you were blessed with ayra and ji-eun. you believe in blessings and that your son will circle back to the both of you somehow, someway. you just want jungkook to see that but guilt is eating at his heart.

the last thing jungkook told his son was that he’d never be a king. hell, he even struck his son and now that he’s gone, how will he ever apologize for what he’s done?

first, his mother and now his son, he isn’t sure how much more of this he can take and frankly, he’s finished fighting. he’s finally holding the white flag and you’re finding it hard to hold yourself together when the strongest person you know is crumbling before your very eyes.

“no, i’m not leaving you! i won’t leave you alone. i am your wife and we vowed to be here for each other through thick and thin. it’s not your fault, baby. what happened wasn’t any of your fault. jinseoul loved you til the very end. not once did he say he never did”

“i’m hurting too jungkook. fuck, it hurts so much” you cry “but i know our son will come back to us. look at ayra and ji-eun. we lost our boys and God blessed us with twin girls. we can get through this, i know we can. i WILL NOT kill you because killing you won’t bring our baby back, jungkook. it won’t!!”

what would your mother say? what would his mother say?

you’re caught between a rock and a hard place and it’s hard carrying all the weight on your own here. you aren’t sure how much more of this you can take and if jungkook does…

you’ll be all alone.

six kids and one mother to raise them all.

and at this rate, that’s what your future sounds like.

“please jungkook” you hold your head down “we have six other children that we have to be strong for. our son loved you. in-in the letter, he said that what happened between the two of you never changed how he looked at you or how he felt about you. you’re still his father at the end of the day and i’m not asking you to suck it up, i’m asking you to live on for him. if not for me, do it for jinseoul. live on for him because that’s what he would have wanted”

dear ae-cha,

you’re the best sister a brother could have ever asked for and i love you. i’m writing this letter to tell you that i’m leaving not because i hate it here or i hate mom or dad but i just don’t belong here anymore.

i know what you’re thinking “MOM AND DAD WILL KILL YOU” but i made sure i wrote a letter to them too and no, i will not tell you where i’m going. just know that when i come back, i’ll be a fully mature man and better than you like i always was.

tell areum to be the best cook she could ever be and that her fruit tarts were always my favorite. tell her that it’s okay to not be okay and make sure you give her lots of hugs for me. tell her that she shouldn’t be afraid to go to mom and dad about anything and that they’ll always support her no matter what. i will too.

tell jawon to remember that mom’s favorite flowers are snowdrops because he always forgets and if he wants to learn more about archery like he says he will, dad is the best teacher.

tell ayra to be a good girl and to stop eating peppermints! they’ll rot her teeth! i keep scolding her about that and she thinks i don’t know but i do! i know she’ll get better at music and personally, she’s the best cello player in the whole country. tell her to stop being shy and show the world just how great of a musician she is.

tell ji-eun to be to kind to ayra and keep singing her heart out. she’s gotten so much better since the lessons but she’ll lose her voice if she keeps being mean to ayra. tell her to be a good girl too and that she can keep all my paintings if she wants.

tell jaehan to keep being adorable and that i love him very much. when he gets big and strong, give all of my art supplies to him so he can be a cool artist like his big brother.

ae-cha, you’re in charge now. keep mom and dad happy and tell them that i chose to leave. i’m sure they’re upset, but they’ll understand. you’re the greatest dancer, ae-cha and no matter what, keep dancing. if you ever miss me just know i’ll be there in every twirl, dip, and fall for you and our siblings.

you be a good girl too and don’t make the same mistakes i did. save yourself for someone special. for someone that actually loves you and when we meet again you have permission to say “told you so.”

love you always, best friend

“jinseoul?” ae-cha tilts her head. what does this letter mean? and before she can leave her room to ask her parents about it, the servants instruct her to stay in her room until you come to get them.

that’s when she knew something must have happened to him. something terrible.

Jungkook can’t take this, he loved all of his children, jinseoul was his first baby and now that he’s gone, he cannot find it in him to go on.

He really can’t, you’re crying, Jungkook is filled with guilt and regret, he really cannot go on, loosing a child is never easy and Jungkook had to learn that the hardest way, life has taught him the most difficult lesson by giving him the deepest wounds.

The only good thing about his life was you, and his beloved children, now one is gone and six are left, he just wants to cry but he cannot dump it all on you because along with him you’re a bereaved parent too.

Jungkook however will just die like this, his will has been broken, none of his children are big enough to take over, he just wants to go, he wants to run away.

“I-I’m not strong like you yn…. You learned to love a monster but I’m it strong enough to deal with this- I need to go.” He gently pushes you away but luckily got him you’re done with his bandage.

You can’t save him everytime, he will get his punishment, today at any cost, “I need to feel exact pain that he must’ve felt when he was stabbed- you don’t understand I failed to protect him.”

“I’ll die just like him.”

But the real question is that who killed him.

Jungkook has to kill one last person before he goes and that’s going to be the killer of his son, “leave me alone yn.”

[modstarfell]

A maiden far departed (POV: Juu Kinjo)

I'm stuck in the room again. Day after day, looking at the same walls. It's maddening... He won't even come to visit me. I've messed up this badly huh... My own son, who I swore I'd protect... He won't speak to me, he won't look in my direction... He won't... He won't even call me his father anymore. I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to get a grip on myself to keep myself from crying. I'm the chief of police! I shouldn't be wasting time crying over such trivial things! I tried to smack myself back to reality when I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. "Who's there?!" No one should be in here but me.

That's when I saw her... Her long light blue hair flowing in pigtails behind her like they were being blown around with the wind. Her eyes staring down at me... She was still wearing a hospital gown from that day too... "Sadako... My love... It's been so long..."

"Indeed it has, and by the sounds of it, you've gotten yourself in quite a runt haven't you Juu?" She bent down next to me and pulled me into a hug. I didn't understand just how it happened, but my darling, the love of my life... Was here holding me. I tried to reach my arms around her like I used to hold her only for my arms to phase right through. I couldn't fight back the tears any longer as they began seeping from my eyes.

"I... I was a terrible husband... I've become a terrible father. You'd be so angry if you saw what's become of our family. You gave me one job, to look after our son and make sure he was safe, and I couldn't do that right either. I... I was tricked into believing I ate him, and my body did so without a second care. I've followed in the corrupt way my father ran things. I became the chief... at the cost of pushing everyone else away. Tsurugi, he's safe... He took over the force for me, but I know... I know very well that's not what you wanted for him. I can't make up for what I've done... but at least you're here right now, I get to see my wife again."

I knew very well she was angry at me. She had every right to be, I've failed her completely. Yet for some reason I felt her hand brush through my hair and a soft warmth placed on my forehead. "You've been holding all of that in for a while. I don't forgive you for what you've done since I've left, but it's not your time yet either. You've told me what you've done, but now is your chance to start trying to fix it. Don't give up so easily Juu, that's not the man I married after all." She gave me a cheeky grin, that grin... Oh how I've missed seeing it.

Still as I closed my eyes to try and clear my eyes from tears, I felt her warmth move away from me. With that... It almost felt like peace washed over me. I may have messed up before but just like back then, she'll keep cheering me on right? I'll make her proud of me... I'll become someone that my son can call a father. A proper father.

[mccarthawrites]

Drops of Jupiter - Chapter 6

Relationship: Howard Stark & OC!Clarabeth Davis

Rating: General Audiences

Summary: Howard takes Clarabeth out to lunch on her first day as a nurse. They discuss finding and office to start their business.

Author’s Note: It’s been so long since I updated. Also friendly reminder that Jenna Coleman is the face claim for Clarabeth

Words: 1,004

Howard had promised that on Clarabeth’s first day at the hospital, he’d treat her out to lunch. He walked into the hospital, up to the front desk.

“Hello. How can I ask you?” A redheaded nurse asked.

“Hi. Do you know where I can find Clarabeth Davis? She’s a nurse.” Howard asked.

“Do you know what floor she’s on?” The nurse asked.

“No idea.” He admitted. “It’s her first day.”

“Oh. She’s one of the new girls. Check with Molly on floor three. She’s in charge of training the new girls. She’ll know where she is.”

“Thank you.” Howard flashed her a smile before walking to the elevators. He waited, silently watching the hustle and bustle of the hospital. The elevator gate opened and Clarabeth stepped out. “Hey.” He smiled.

“Howard, hi. I thought you were going to wait outside for me.”

“Really? I thought I’d meet you inside.” He replied. Looking her over, he couldn’t fight the smile. “Never thought I’d actually see the day you wear the nurse’s uniform.” He teased.

“Don’t be a disgusting.” She rolled her eyes.

“How’s your first day going?” He offered her his arm.

“It’s been quite the morning to say the least. They’re assigning me to the maternity ward. I’ll be helping bring new life into the world.”

“You don’t sound so thrilled about that.”

“I am. I just- that’s not exactly what I pictured when I decided to become a nurse.” She admitted.

“Well, when Stark Industries becomes a reality you won’t have to work at the hospital anymore.”

“I don’t know if I want to quit this job so soon. Just until we get the company on it’s feet.”

“Means if it all goes under you’ll still have a job to fall back on.”

“Are you planning on quitting the railway?” She asked.

“Haven’t decided yet. But we can do this, right? We will do this.”

“Yes. If there is anyone I believe in, it’s you, Howard.” Her admission made him smile. “Don’t make me regret saying that out loud. Don’t let it get to your head. You’re still an idiot sometimes.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“Gotta keep you humble some way.” She laughed.

Howard and Clarabeth sat next to the window of a small deli a few blocks from the hospital.

“You know, you never told me how your date went with that son of a senator.” He told her. She sighed. “That bad?”

“Oh gosh. It was- it wasn’t a complete disaster. Just- he was exactly like all the others my mother introduces me to.”

“But I thought you said he was different.”

“Becuase I thought he was, but- we just didn’t agree on an important matter.”

“Which is-”

“Do you think a woman has to quit her career after she gets married?” She asked.

“Depends on the career.” He shrugged.

“If I got married tomorrow, should I quit my job as a nurse?”

“No.”

“If your company was up and running should I quit that?”

“No, but I don’t see you being a stay-at-home wife or mother. So- it’s different with you. Most women- that’s all they want.”

“Most women? Is this how you’re telling me you’ve slept with most women in New York City?” She asked. Howard laughed. “I don’t think that is what most women want. That’s just been the status quo forever. No one’s thought to challenge it. If Elish Graves Otis didn’t challenge anything, we wouldn’t have elevators and I would have had to climb three stories in these pumps today.”

“Fair enough. I hear what you’re saying, Clara.”

“Jack wants a meek submissive housewife.”

“Which you are not.”

“So it’s not going to work out.”

“Oh well. What about Jim. Are you still seeing him?”

“I haven’t spoken to him since our last date, but he’s busy. I understand that.”

“You know the offer is still on the table.”

“What offer?”

“We get married and split your inheritance.”

“Howard, I love you, but not like that. I will not allow my mother to win.”

“We could use that money to start the company.”

“I thought you had investors.”

“I have people who are interested, but they want me to have something to show for it before they’ll give me their money. Which is understandable.”

“Maybe you’re not whoring yourself hard enough to the lonely housewives.” She teased.

“Wow. That is not what I am doing. I am simply showing them attention their husbands don’t. And they give me gifts. Which sometimes comes in cash.”

“Howard, you’re a whore.”

“I am not.”

“You so are.” She laughed. “And I still love you.”

“I only accept this abuse from you.”

“Because you have no other choice, do you?” She asked. “My mother did say if you found an office, she’d be willing to invest.”

“I know. We have to go look at them. There is one on 52nd and one above my mother’s dress shop. I think I’ve mentioned them to you already. Maybe we can go next week to look at them.”

“Why do you need me for that?” She asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe because you’re my partner. We’ll both be working out of the office so I think it’s important we both agree on it.”

“What about Sunday? I’m working an early morning shift. I’ll be out by one.” She informed him.

“Sunday sounds good.  I’ll pick you up at one and we’ll go give it a look over. There’s also a space above a bakery on East 86th we can look into.”

“I don’t care where the office is. It’s only temporary until we get the company on its feet.”

“Yes, but as my partner I’d like your input.” He told her. “I’ll set it up so we can look at both on Sunday.”

“It’s a date.” Clarabeth smiled.

“Great! Would you be able to borrow your mother’s engagement ring? We’ll have a better chance if we look like newlyweds.” He explained, making her scoff. “What? You know I’m right.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

[xihaveaplanxx]

Kingdom (Part One)

“Your mother is wrong.”

“No she isn’t. You just don’t understand. She is working very hard to help well....people like you.”

“People like me? You mean poor people? People that have to actually work in her fucked up kingdom to make ends meet but she keeps trying to enact laws to fuck us over. Oh yeah, she’s doing so well for people like me.”

“I didn’t mean to be offensive.” Jack looked away from his friend. “She is just..stressed.”

“Isn’t she always?”

“Lately..yes.” He admitted. His mother was the Queen of the realm and normally, he felt she was pretty calm but recently his father tried to come back into her life and it just led to nothing but drama. They were always at odds and arguing.  He also wanted to take him back with him and it just pissed her off. He took the time they were aruging to sneak out and see Daniel his friend...he swore his just friend but he did have a crush on him. He did. He liked him alot actually but he knew his mother would never EVER approve of him. She was very protective over him and that was putting it lightly. He had other brothers, AJ, who was the oldest and one who was elevated to their mothers council. Then there was Bryan who rejected being in the royal family and lived on the outside of the town with his wife and his farm. Then there was him. Jack. The youngest. The baby. She was so protective of him, in almost a way that was borderline crazy. She babied him beyond reason. Gave him all he wanted no matter what. He was spoiled but...his aunt kept him level headed. She was the only person that ever spoke to him the way she did and in a way, he was thankful. It kept him grounded. Somewhat. Somnetimes he misspoke like he did earlier and he felt so bad for it. He tried to see everyones sides but at the end of the day, his mother was his mother and he felt she did what she could to keep him safe...at least she was trying to.  “My father came back and it’s been alot. He wants to take me to live with him because he feels she can’t balance leading the realm and raising me but my older brother is there to help, not that I see AJ often since he’s usually out on diplomatic missions but my aunt is there and her husband...I’m fine there. I don’t want to leave my mother. I fear how she’d be if he actually gained custody of me.”

“Maybe she’d make better choices. What kind of acts has she been signing? Does she even read the things people show her?”

“She does...she’s just..stressed. I can talk to her. She usually listens to me.”

“Sure she will.”

“I’m sorry things have gotten bad for you and the others... really.” Jack didn’t know what else to say. He didn’t realy know how the others were living so he had to trust Daniel was telling the truth, but why would he lie?  He felt that he was only bothering by being near him. “I..I’m going to go.”

“No..wait.” Daniel pulled his arm. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t blame you for your mothers issues. If you could talk to her, I think myself and the people lower on the totem pole would be grateful.”

“I’ll try.” He told him. “I can’t be out too late. She’ll start looking for me.”

“Does she know you went out?”

“My aunt knows I went out. She said she’d cover but I can’t leave that on her.”

“Your mom doesn’t know you are out?”

“No. She’s been even more hovery lately since my father is around and she’s scared he’ll kidnap me and disappear. I don’t think he’d do that. He knows how she can be. Stil. My mother is not the most rational.”

“No, she is not. Her one ex dumped her and she set a whole town on fire. People died, Jack. Good men and women died because she was in a mood. People claim she’s better but...is she?”

“She’s trying.” Jack clenched his fist. His mom may not be perfect but she was still his mom and he loved her and he was not goign to take anyone talking poorly about her, not even his crush. Especially not his crush. She always taught him it’s family first and he believed that.  He’d not let him talk about her like that. “She is doing her best. I’m sorry that you and the others can’t see it and I’ll try to talk to her but I can’t promise things will just get better.”

“Of course not, because her moods out weigh things. Guess I should be lucky she didn’t launch to kill all of us struggling people.”

“She’d never do that.”

“Whatever you say.”

“You know what, I’m going to just go. I don’t think I’m going to even talk to her. Maybe I’ll tell her to start picking you off one by one.”

“Ah, you have her temper.” Daniel noted. “Just like her when pressured about things. I always thought you were better than that. Then again, you are the prince of her empire of blood and bodies, why would you be different”

“Fuck you.”

“You wish I would.” He smirked at him. “But your mother would rather die than her son be with some dirty street kid wouldn’t she?”

“Daniel...”

“She should prepare then because I know how you look at me, even now. You aren’t fully mad at me.”

“I.....”

“Jack, you’ll surely break her heart by falling for me.” He reached out and softly caressed Jack’s face making him turn bright red. “But...maybe she shouldn’t worry too much. You’d surely break my heart before you broke hers.”

+++++++++++++++++++

“Has she asked for where I was?”

“She’s not even left her quarters.” My aunt told me. “Was your little visit with your friend good?”

“I don’t know.” I sat down acrossf rom her. “I just...I don’t know what I feel for him and I know mom won’t like him. If she found out, she’d probably get him strung up or send Adam after him.” I shuddered at the thought. Adam was crazy and that was putting it nicely. He worked very closely for my mother and did whatever she asked. Were they together? I wwas never sure. I just know if she said to jump he’d ask how high and if she said kill he’d ask when, where, how and which weapon she’d prefer he use. He was not a man to be triffled with.  He was one of the few people that been around her that I was truly scared of. He’d never hurt me....but still.  “I just..he’s very upset with her recent laws she signed and I want to talk to her but you know how she is.”

“She wouldn’t be upset with you. You are her most precious.”

“I know but I don’t want to disappoint her either. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like living with my dad but she hates him...most days.”

“Most days?”

“They were cuddling yesterday. I was going to tell her good night last night and they were on the couch and he was protectively holding her and resting his chin in her hair as they watched tv. Maybe they’ll get back together?”

“I’d never though that was an option with them.”

“Me neither. Ideally I want them together. I just want her happy. She’s never happy it seems.”

“She’s stressed.”

“I know.” I sighed. “But thank you for covering for me, well agreeing to. I don’t want to ever put you in danger but...I can’t flat out tell her I’m visiting Daniel...more like arguing with him. It got heated and then it didn’t and I don’t know if that’s how you are supposed to feel but then again my parents are like that. They hate each other. Then they don’t.”

“That’s not normal.”

“I know. I’ve read enough books to know it’s not but it works for them. Well didn’t, they aren’t together..still.”

“I think if anything, you should not model your parents.”

“We can be like you and Damian. He’s so sweet to you and he’s strong and he’s handsome....like Daniel just not as tall.”

“Aw, you really like him don’t you?”

“Is it obvious”

“It is.” She smiled at me. “Does he like you back?”

“It’s complicated. Very much. I don’t think it’s me he dislikes, it’s my mom and I just...she’s my mother. She is mosti important. If she told me not to see him...I wouldn’t...I’d try not to break her rules but she wants to pick a man for me. She’s told me this many times, she’d find me someone perfect and I.....Daniel is perfect......but...”

“I’m sorry, Jack.”

“Please don’t tell her any of this.”

“I won’t. Your secret is safe with me.”

“Thank you, Aunt Jenny. I appreciate that.” I hugged her tightly. “Do you mind if I stay for dinner?”

“Of course not. Damian is cooking tonight.”

“Is he? I’m excited. I love his cooking.”

“I know you do and if I call him now before he gets home, he’ll pick up those cakes you like.”

“You don’t need to do nothing special for me....really.”

“It’s alright, I want to. Maybe he can also give you advice as well.”

“I’d appreciate that.”

[reigningqueenofwords]

Pancakes

Pairing: Bruce x Reader

Read on AO3

Part 21 of Without Me

Lifting Charlotte over his head, he laughed as the two year old laughed, her pigtails moving with her. “Daddy!” She squealed. 

“Better be careful, Mr. Wayne.” You teased him as you passed with food. “Might throw out your back.” You chuckled.

“I am still young!” He defended, but put her down. “And, I’d like to think I’m pretty in shape.”

You winked and brought out the cupcakes. “Ready to celebrate our little girl's birthday?” You beamed. 

“Sure am.” He held Charlotte’s hand as he led her out back to the party in full swing. She instantly squealed and ran off. Straight to play with William. “Oh, we’re in trouble in about 14 years.” He muttered to you.

You giggled as she tackled William. “I’m sure she’ll handle her own.” You told him, amused. “Or Beckett will.” You laughed as he joined in on the pile.

He wrapped an arm around your waist. “We have such cute kids.” He said proudly. “Still hard to believe their three and two already.”

“Both extremely mobile.” You giggled. "He starts preschool next year. It'll take a year to prepare me." 

“Gonna cry the first day?” He teased. “Because I might.” He had taken the day off, not wanting to miss this for the world.

“I will for sure.” You grinned. “Maybe we can take Charlie to the zoo while he’s at school? She’s going to miss him like crazy.”

He nodded. “Very good idea.” He agreed. “Maybe I’ll see if Nick wants to tag along with William.” He smiled. 

“I’m so glad they’re making it.” You said proudly. “They’re so cute together!” You looked to where Maryanne was with your mom, chatting. 

“I hope he proposes soon.” He admitted. “They’ve been together a couple years now.” He rubbed your back. “They seem headed that way.”

“I would love that!” You beamed. “He better.” You said playfully. “She lights up for him, even now.”  

“True love.” He grinned. “Like us, right?” He looked at you. 

You smiled up at him. “Like us.” You agreed happily. “Now, let’s go mingle.” You pecked his lips. 

Bruce was lying on the living room floor, Beckett over his stomach lightly snoring, when you came out from tucking Charlotte in. “How cute.” You whispered and lifted Beckett gently. “Let’s get you to bed, baby.” You rubbed his back.

He mumbled and cuddled to you sleepily. He rolled over once you put him in bed, making him look more like Bruce. You beamed at that and brushed his hair back before putting his dino in his arms. “Sleep well.” You kissed his forehead before going to wake up your husband.

Bruce scrunched his nose when you kissed all over his face. Your giggling woke him up slightly. “Mm, babe?"

“Your one and only.” You nipped his jaw. “Come on. It’s been a long day. Let’s get to bed.”

He groaned and hugged you to him. “Let’s do it right here. Like hip parents.” He rolled so he was half over you. “Like we’re back in college.”

You beamed at him. “You’re not too tired?” You ran your hand up his chest to his neck, to his hair, giving it a tug.

“Never too tired to do my wife.” He grinned. Leaning down, he kissed you lovingly, his hand gripping your hip.

You giggled against him, loving how spontaneous he was. You eagerly kissed him back. 

"I’m up. I’m up.” You chuckled as Beckett climbed onto your bed.

 He loved snuggling between you both and  giggled. “Pancakes?” He asked. 

Bruce blinked, half asleep still. “Only if you help me, buddy.” He tickled him, making him squeal with laughter. 

You smiled as you watched them. “And maybe we can set up yours and sisters trampoline today?” You had gotten them a baby one to play with. “And then maybe go see Grandma and Grandpa for a little bit? Bring Happy and Lucky to see them?” You asked, making him nod excitedly.

“Yeah, yeah!” He kicked happily. He tugged Bruce’s arm, wanting to go make the pancakes and get his day started.

“Alright.” Bruce laughed and followed him once his little feet hit the carpet. “How about you go get our girl and put on some Saturday morning cartoons?”

You nodded. “Sounds amazing.” You got up and stretched. These were your favorite days. A laid back morning with your little family, then sometimes you’d spend the day playing with the kids, visiting Bruce’s parents, or going out to do things. When he was home, life was perfect. Moving towards Charlotte’s room, you pulled your hair into a ponytail.

She was nearly awake, rubbing her eyes. “Mama?” She yawned, lifting her arms up for you.

“It’s me.” You smiled and lifted her, rubbing her back. “Oh, dear.” You frowned as you instantly felt her warm. “Let’s go take your temperature.”

She seemed okay with that and just cuddled to you. Her head rested on your shoulder as you moved towards the bathroom. You ran the thermometer over her forehead once you got it undone. Seeing she had a temperature, you instantly worried. You hunted down the baby Tylenol to give her some. 

Bruce looked over when you came in, his smile falling. “What’s wrong?” 

“Charlie’s sick.” You told him. “I gave her baby Tylenol, but I’m not sure.” You kissed her cheek. “I don’t think she’ll be playing today, Beckett, or going to see Grandma and Grandpa.”

Beckett pouted. “Alwight.” He said sadly. 

“It’s probably best if you stay with Grandma and Grandpa so you won’t get sick.” Bruce told him. “Just until Charlie feels better.”

He was happy he was having a sleepover with his grandparents, but his sister was his best friend. He just wanted her to feel better. “I sorry, Charlie.” 

She pouted and nodded, letting out a sniffle. She sucked her thumb, something she rarely did. Bruce lifted Beckett. “Let’s get you ready and I’ll drive over to their house. Call the doctor?” He asked you. “Just to be safe.” 

“It’s Saturday, it’ll have to be a walk in clinic.” You bit your lip. “I’ll get her dressed, we’ll all go, and we’ll hit a drive through. We drop him off, then get her to a clinic.”

“Okay, deal.” He walked off to dress your son quickly. You followed, but turned into her room. 

She was softly whining but let you dress her with ease, letting you know she was feeling weak as she’s usually kicking and giggling. “We’re gonna get you to the doctor, princess, make sure it’s nothing to worry too much about.”

“Otay.” She said sadly. As soon as you had her against your chest, her little arms were around your neck. 

Bruce had a duffle ready for Beckett and soon you were all out the door. You sat in the back between the kids, holding each of their hands. Bruce drove worriedly, hoping Charlotte was okay. It would be her first cold if so. He had their favorite CD playing in the car, helping keep them at ease.

Charlotte watched the road go by and let out some sniffles. Beckett hugged your hand to him, worried. “Wuv you, Charlie.” He told her. 

“Wuv you.” She said back, coughing. You brushed her hair back from her forehead gently. Beckett was sad to be left without his sister but waved once he was in Marta’s hold. Charlotte whined when he left, making grabby hands for him as you left.

“You’ll be back with him soon, baby. Grandpa will video call tonight.” You promised. “And then he’ll be home when you feel better.”

She sniffled and looked sad as Bruce drove away. You remembered the first time Beckett was sick and sighed softly. You had a crying, cranky baby for a few days and it tired you and Bruce. You’d been nearly 8 months pregnant with Charlotte at the time. “Maybe it’s a good thing we decided to wait for baby number three.” 

Bruce nodded. “Yeah, gives us a little more breathing room.” He agreed. “Got a couple years before that, right?”

“Yes, according to plan.” You smiled at him through the rear view. “Let’s just hope we don’t get another surprise.” You teased him. 

“As much as I wouldn’t mind…” He smiled. “I can wait.” He assured you.

“Me, too.” You winked. “So can my waist.” You laughed.

“You’re beautiful.” He said instantly. “Every inch of you, although you can’t really tell you’ve had two kids. Let alone back to back.” 

You blushed. “Sweet talker.” You looked at Charlotte, who clearly wanted out of her seat. “Soon, baby.” You promised. Hopefully this was nothing, and you’d be told she would be back to herself in a day or two. Just some rest and baby medicine. You sang softly to her.

Bruce quickly pulled into the best walk in-clinic. He slid out and went to get her out of her seat while you crawled out the other door. He held her close as you followed and went full protective dad mode once he spoke to the receptionist. You rolled your eyes at how she eyed him, and you knew it was only partially his looks. It was mainly the name. “We’ll get her back quickly.” She promised. "Please, have a seat."

He nodded and put a hand on your back as you moved to sit down. Charlie rested against his shoulder, her eyes closed. She was miserable you could tell and your leg shook as you waited. It felt like ages before you were called back. Luckily the nurse was nice and even made Charlotte smile for a second. He made funny faces at her and treated her like any parent would want. You made a note to email the supervisor and let her know he was a good worker.

“I’m pretty sure it’s just a cold, but the doc’s the one that makes the bucks to tell you that.” He smiled at you. “Oh!” He pulled out a butterfly sticker. “For being so good.” He gave it to Charlotte. She smiled at that. 

Bruce cleared his throat when the nurse kept smiling at you. “When’s the doctor coming in?” He asked. "We wanna get her feeling better."

“Few minutes.” He nodded. “See you guys.” He waved happily and exited. 

As the door shut, Bruce lifted Charlotte off the table to continue consoling her. “He was nice.” You said in relief. 

"He was checking you out." Bruce told you. 

“As long as he was giving care to Charlotte, that’s all that matters.” You told him. "And the receptionist was checking you out, handsome." You smiled at him. 

He blinked. "She was?"

“Very much.” You giggled. “I would know. I check you out all the time.”

He smirked at that. “Well, I only like it when you do it.” He winked. "And I check you out a lot, too."

You rolled your eyes playfully and watched Charlotte while waiting for the doctor. Finally, she came in, looking over Charlotte's chart. “Just a viral cold.” She smiled softly. “It should take only a couple days to pass.” She assured you. "Just keep up with the baby Tylenol, and keep her comfortable. If her fever reaches over 100, please bring her back in." 

You nodded quickly. “Thank you so much.” You were relieved to hear it. "Beckett will be happy to hear that." you told Bruce.

Bruce nodded quickly. “He will. Just a few days and back to normal.” He rubbed Charlotte's back. 

The doctor smiled and waved before leaving. The two of you followed, but Charlotte wanted you again, so you gently took her. She made a noise and nuzzled to you. “Mama.” She coughed.

“You’ll be better soon.” You promised her. "And when you are, we'll go to the park."

“And broder?” She sniffed. 

You nodded. "And brother."

Once you three got home, you cuddled Charlotte until she fell asleep and then began helping Bruce clean up. She was napping on the couch, so you could keep an eye on her. Bruce warmed up some food for the both of you and you two ate quietly. When it was time for her to get some medicine, Bruce woke her up while you got it. 

“No, daddy.” She whined. 

"It'll help you feel better, princess." He kissed her forehead. “I promise.” 

She whined more but didn’t put up a fight. You came out, medicine in hand, already measured. Bruce rubbed her back as you fed it to her and he quickly gave her some of her favorite gummies. "Wanna watch cartoons?"

“Mhmm.” She nodded. “Pease.” She clung to Bruce.

“Deal. Anything for our princess.” He smiled at her. You went to put the medicine away before heading back to cuddle with them. 

She squished between you both and watched the tv intently. Halfway through one of her shows, she drifted off against you.

Bruce kissed your cheek. “I’m glad I could be here for the worst of it.”  He said softly, not wanting to wake her.

“Me, too. You really help her.” You smiled. “And me.” You said lovingly. “We love you so much.”

“I love my family more.” He grinned. “I’ll do bath time tonight.”

You giggled softly. “Okay.” Like you would argue with that. 

Before you knew it, Beckett was starting preschool, and you were not ready. You had already got his backpack and school supplies and you broke down every time you looked at it. Bruce tried to calm you, but he was feeling just as emotional. “Our baby’s all grown up.” You sniffled. “I know it’s only a few hours a day, but still!” You wiped under your eyes.

Bruce nodded, kissing your forehead. “He’ll be with kiddos his own age.” He told you. “And it’s getting him ready for school next year.”

You pouted. “But what if they’re mean to him?” You asked. “Or he doesn’t like the teacher?” You rambled. “Or he loses his lunch?” 

“He will be okay.” He rubbed your arms. “You’ve talked to his teacher a few times already.” He reminded you. “Everything will be okay.”

You whined and hugged him. “Okay.” You sighed, leaning your head on his chest. “I don’t like the growing up part.” You told him. “And then Charlie will be doing this next year, and he’ll be gone for a full school day in kindergarten.” You started crying all over again. This was the most emotional you’d been in a long time, but it was understandable. 

Bruce held you close. “It’ll be okay, baby.” He tried. “We’ll spend the morning with Charlotte, then get our little guy, go to the park, and then out for dinner.”

“Okay.” You agreed. “I have to fix my makeup.” You let out a soft chuckle at that. 

“Okay.” He squeezed your hips. “I’ll get Charlie.” He pecked your lips before going to get your daughter. Beckett had been waiting by the door for a good twenty minutes already.

“Mommy okay?” He asked his father. 

Bruce nodded. “Yeah, she’s just nervous.”

“Why?” He asked.

“It’s your first day of pre-school. She really hasn’t been away from you, except when you’re with Grandma and Grandpa. This is someone new watching you.” He explained, ruffling his hair. “Oh, oops.” You had styled it and he tried to fix it quickly. 

You came in with Charlie holding your hand. “Are we ready?” You asked. 

Beckett came over and hugged your legs. “I be okay mommy!” He said happily. "Fun!” He added, smiling up at you.

You beamed at him and stroked his cheek. “Thank you, I needed that.” You tapped his nose. "Let's get you to school, cutie."

He cheered and kept an excited attitude the whole way. It wasn't until you'd walked him to his class and left him with his teacher that Charlie realized what was happening. “Beckett?!” She pouted. "Mommy?! Daddy?!" She sniffed.

Bruce looked at her. “Brother is just going to school for the morning.” He told her softly. "We're gonna go to the zoo."

She whined and looked around in panic as he drove off. “No!” She kicked. "I want Beckett!" Her little feet hit the seat quickly. “Go back!!” She screamed, crying.

You looked at Bruce sadly and turned back to look at her. “He’ll be out by lunch time, baby.” You told her. “And then we’ll all spend time together.” You were not looking forward to the next day when Bruce was at work and you were doing drop off alone.

“I want Beckett!” She repeated, cheeks getting red. “I want brother!” 

“Brother can’t leave school, Charlotte.” Bruce told her. “It’s only three hours.” He sighed, hoping that as the days went on, it got easier.

She continued to cry and eventually tired herself out. By the time you were closer to the zoo, she was asleep. You sighed heavily. “I’m scared for tomorrow by myself.” You admitted. “I have a feeling this won’t be over easily.”

“I agree. Want me to get Mom to come help?” He offered. "She will." 

“I need to get used to it.” You nodded. "Hopefully he likes it, and she sees that."

Bruce nodded and parked, letting the silence fill the car for a moment. “I really hope he likes it.” He reached over for your hand.

“Me, too.” You held it tightly. "You want to get her, or her stroller?"

“I’ll get her.” He kissed your cheek. Sliding out of the driver's seat, he went to her door and opened it. He hoped she woke up enough to see some animals. 

You set up her stroller and smiled as he put her in. She stretched lightly as she always did when moved in her sleep. You crouched to put sunscreen on and sighed. “Hate when either of my babies are sad.” You told him. "I know it's part of life, but it hurts."

“I know.” He hugged you when you stood. 

When you pulled back into the school parking lot, Charlie was trying to get out of her seat, to her brother. You quickly got out to unbuckle her. “Hold my hand until we see him okay?” You said with a smile.

She nodded and was practically bouncing as she searched for any sign of Beckett. Finally, Bruce lifted her so she could see better. She pointed when she saw him. “Beckett!” She squealed, making a few parents smile over at her.

When Beckett heard his sister he ran over with a grin. “Charlie!” He bounced.

Bruce put her down and they hugged each other tightly. “I miss you!” Charlotte told him. “So much!”

Beckett smiled. “I miss you, too, so much!” He held her hand before beaming up at you and Bruce. “I like school!” He said happily. “We paint!”

You leaned down to kiss his head. “We are so happy to hear that.” You smiled. “Now we’re gonna spend some time at the park.” You told him.

“Yay!” He cheered. He held Charlie’s hand as you made your way outside, you holding his other, and Bruce holding Charlie’s other. Many families smiled at you and the happy kids. Each of you put a kid into the car, and they chatted happily with each other.

You sighed in relief when you closed the back door and smiled at Bruce. “First day down.” You chuckled. “Next year it’ll be twice as hard.”

He smiled. “I already have it marked on my calendar.” He chuckled. “And I plan to take that day off, too.”

“I'll need that help.” You giggled and got in to drive your babies to the park. “Alright, let’s go play!”

They both cheered and Bruce smiled at you lovingly. Once they were out of the car, and onto the ground, they both took off. Bruce pulled you into him from behind as he watched them. “They love each other so much.”

“I’m so glad.” You sighed. “They’ll be the best of friends.” You leaned your head on his shoulder.

“I hope our future third will love them just the same.” He smiled. “And that they accept them into their friendship.”

“I hope so, too. The age gap helps us, but not sure about them when they get a sibling.” You said softly. "I worry."

“We’ll make it work.” He smiled. “We’ll do lots of family stuff.”

“I hope so.” You kissed his hand. 

“Does this mean we’re going to try soon?” He asked. “I’m leaving the when up to you, and I’m just along for the ride.” He kissed your cheek. 

“Daddy! Push!” Both kids had climbed on the merry go round and Beckett was yelling for him.

“We’ll talk about it soon.” You smiled and patted his back for him to go. “Maybe after bedtime.” You winked, making him light up before he jogged to where the kids were.

You took out your phone to take a picture. You sent it to all four grandparents. “ First day, a success! ” You captioned them. 

Martha was the first to reply, as usual. My grand babies! She sent nearly ten heart eyes. Thomas was less tech savvy and sent a thumbs up. You giggled, shaking your head. Your mother always sent a smiley with printing this for the fridge. She said with hearts. Your father was still iffy at times but sent his love nonetheless. You hoped he grew out of remaining issues by the time the kids were old enough to sense it. 

Bruce smiled as you washed the dishes from that evening. “Kids are in bed.” He said. “Wanna talk about baby making?”

You giggled. “Subtle.” You teased. “When do you want to start trying? Up to you on when you want to take off.” You glanced at him. 

“I would have been trying at nap time if I knew that.” He laughed. 

You smiled. “I just wanted to make sure that we were sure.” You giggled. “So, I’ll stop taking my birth control, and we can stop using condoms.” You chuckled as he fist pumped the air.

“Can’t fucking wait.” He did a dorky dance. “And my week off is the week after next. Maybe we can have my parents take the kids for a couple days, and we can have a mini vacation.”

You beamed. “I’d really love that.” You nodded. “Maybe get a hotel room in the city?” You asked. 

“Only the best for you.” He winked. “I’ll treat you to that place you like, I’ll make sure to get reservations.”

You clapped. “I can’t wait!” You leaned over and kissed his cheek. “I’d like to get your parents something, too. For watching them whenever we need. Alfred, too.”

“Sounds nice.” He smiled. “I love your heart.” He said happily. “Can you finish rinsing while I go get all that set up?”

You nodded and kissed his jaw. “Movie after?” You asked.

“If you can stay up.” He teased. “They wear us out, so I don’t blame you for passing out.” He chuckled as he went to start making reservations online. “I’ll call mom tomorrow!” 

“Love you!” You smiled as he jogged off. Chuckling, you worked on finishing up the dishes.

Bruce held your hand as he walked you into your favorite restaurant a couple weeks later. You were wearing his favorite dress, and a pair of simple heels. “Mr. Wayne. Your table is ready.” The hostess nodded and led you both to the back. “May I start you off with some wine?”

“Sure.” Bruce smiled. “Your best of course.” He pulled out the chair for you, letting you sit.

“Of course, sir.” She nodded and rushed off. 

You smiled, leaning your chin on the palm of your hand. “What’s on your mind, Mr. Wayne?”

“Can’t stop thinking about how beautiful you look.” He grinned. "You're always beautiful, but I can tell you feel extra good because you got to be more than a mom today." 

You grinned. “It is nice to add a bit more to my routine.” You said honestly. "I can't remember the last time I used makeup." 

“It looks great.” He smiled. "Thank you." He said to the waitress as she brought the wine. 

You watched her pour it and quickly ordered your favorite dish. It was a pleasant surprise that she wasn't checking him out. You always loved how professional the place was. "I want to leave her a big tip." You told him easily.

He chuckled. “Anything you want babe.” He agreed, sipping his wine. "Can I ask why when we just got here?"

"She wasn't checking you out. She's a professional." You beamed. 

He laughed. “You’re adorable.” He shook his head. "I love it." He beamed. “All the sass.” 

You sipped your wine. "Careful, Charlie might be the same way, and if we have another girl…"

He chuckled. “True, very true.” He smiled. "I won't be mad." He said honestly. 

“You say that now.” You grinned. “Give it say, 12 years?” You teased. “Beckett will be 16, Charlie will be 15, and if we get pregnant soon, that baby will be about 12.” 

He let out a content sigh. “I can wait, but I do look forward to our lives.” He reached over to take your hand. “Wanted to get you something.” He took out a box from his jacket pocket. 

You blushed. “Bruce. You didn’t have to.”

“You deserve it.” He slid it across the table, obviously a jewelry box. 

[mje51]

poem by David Campbell, which won the top award in the 2011 Bronze Swagman competition.

WASTELAND ... © 2011 – David Campbell

WASTELAND ... © 2011 – David Campbell

My mother sits beside the bed, a quiet, tranquil scene,

but then, once more, a sense of dread destroys what might have been.

I see the wasteland in her eyes…a barren, lonely place

where nods and smiles cannot disguise the sadness in her face.

She walks where no-one else can go, quite deaf and dumb and blind

to anything she used to know, for darkness clouds her mind.

Instead she sees a phantom world, where truth and dreams combine,

like silken threads of cobwebs curled around a withered vine.

And I can’t help the way I feel, the thoughts I can’t deny,

the hurt that simply will not heal, the anger that won’t die.

I still resent what she’s become, what she has done to me,

and then my guilt just leaves me numb, for I can’t set her free.

Where once was love, there’s only fear at what she now might say;

I hate to think what I might hear, the price I’ll have to pay.

She heaves a sigh and takes my hand, then rips my life apart.

I know she doesn’t understand, but yet she breaks my heart.

“Please tell me, dear, how is my boy? I’ve not seen him for years.

He used to bring me so much joy, but now there’s only tears.

I loved him so, my only son, and thought he felt the same;

I cannot think what I have done to give him cause for blame.

I see him out there on the track…he goes to meet his Dad,

and then they both come striding back…he’s such a handsome lad.

The son and father, side by side, both look so very fine,

and I stand watching, filled with pride to know that they are mine.

But now they’re gone, I don’t know where, and I am banished here,

with one small room, a bed, a chair…they’ve let me disappear.

I can’t believe that they’d do this, just simply walk away

without a word, a smile, a kiss, to help me through each day.”

I want to shout “That isn’t true!” but muffle any curse,

for arguing does not get through, and only makes it worse.

Dementia stalks its helpless prey, and strikes with subtle force;

relentlessly, that slow decay pursues its deadly course.

Her memory would wax and wane, and often she accused

my Dad and I of some campaign to keep her all confused.

Then came the day she got quite lost while visiting a friend,

and that was when we learnt the cost, and knew where this would end.

This trauma took away her life…where once she’d always led

as daughter, mother, loving wife, a stranger walked instead.

She had to be in full-time care, a choice that we regret,

but back at home, to our despair, her needs could not be met.

My father will not visit now…he cannot stand the pain,

and tells himself that still, somehow, she’ll be herself again.

So I am left to face her grief, to see her slowly age,

accepting that there’s no relief from unrelenting rage.

Yet as I watch her sitting there, a ghost of days now gone,

I find I’m even more aware of how her light once shone,

as she fought bushfire, drought and flood, and never ceased to strive

to save our land, our flesh and blood, and keep our dream alive.

For she was vibrant, strong and bold, a pioneer to all,

a woman who could not grow old, who answered any call.

She never let a neighbour down or turned back one in need,

and she was honoured in our town for thought and word and deed.

But now she’s trapped, she can’t escape this wasteland of the mind,

a hell that has no form or shape, that cannot be defined.

And then it comes, the fearful thought, though selfish it may be,

that no-one’s safe from getting caught…it might one day be me.

[nella09archive]

Marriage. 33

Chapter 33: family outings

It’s Gohan’s 2nd birthday, and Goku suggested that we go on a picnic. How he had found a very nice spot, that he wanted to take us. On top of that, today is a beautiful day, why waste it. As I start getting the picnic food ready, Goku catches up with Gohan. Goku always makes the days he’s back full of family time. And he gets so excited hearing everything Gohan has done since he been gone.

Soon we get on nimbus and head to the location. It’s a beautiful meadow looking over a river, that leads to a waterfall, and the view off the cliff is so breath taking. “It’s so beautiful Goku.”

I can’t help but to hug him. He hugs back. “I knew you would like it.” Then Gohan joins the hug, and we soon laughing on our backs. After we ate and watched the wonderful sunset, we decide to stay longer, and watch the stars.

Gohan spots a shooting star. “I wish I grow up to be as strong as mommy and daddy!” Goku looks so happy to hear that. I’m happy too, but I’m also very scared.

…

I can’t believe mommy let me stay up past my bedtime. This birthday is just so awesome. Oh, look! A shooting star. Better hurry and make a wish. “I wish I grow up to be as strong as mommy and daddy!” My parents looks so happy with my wish. But I can also tell mommy doesn’t look fully happy at that. I wonder why.

…

My little man wants to grow up to be as strong as me and Chichi. That makes me so happy. But I know Chichi is probably scared. “If you want to grow big and strong, you have to work extra hard at everything you do. But first you have to listen to mommy. Mommy knows what’s best, and she’ll show you the best way to be strong.”

“But that’s books.”

“But books can teach you a lot of things. If you want to be strong, you need to know a lot of things.” I could see Chichi smiling at that.

“He’s right Gohan.” We then hold onto Gohan’s hands.

…

I could tell daddy only said that to make mommy happy. I want to be the kind of strong like daddy is. I want to be able to move mountains, and stop bad guys like my comic books. Mommy doesn’t like when daddy tells me stuff about his training. I want to know. Why does mommy tell him no?

As daddy tucks me to bed, I should ask him. “Daddy?” He looks at me. “Can you show me some martial arts.” He smiles really quick, but then it goes away, and he tells me that he can’t. He says it’ll make mommy mad. “But daddy! Please! I won’t tell mommy. Just show me a little. Please!” I get out of bed and hug him.

He sets me on his lap. “How about I take you camping with me.” I look at him confused. “I could show you what books can’t. Well, not the ones you have.” But that’s not martial arts. I feel slightly disappointed. “What you think is martial arts is the fighting part.” I look at him surprised. Wait! Can he read minds or something? “Or something.” He winks. I giggle. Daddy is so funny.

“Ok. Me want to go camping.”

“Now I have to tell mommy. Wish me luck.” Good luck daddy.

…

“Come on Chichi, just one camping trip.” She has her back to me. “We could go a day or two after the full moon.” After Chichi told me how I act weird during the full moon, we agreed to all go to bed early. Unless the full moon lands on our anniversary, then Gohan goes to her dad’s.

“That’s not the point Goku.”

“Then what is?” I pin her under me. She’s pouting and looking away. “You know you look sexy when you have that face.”

“Shut up.” There’s that smile. I then kiss her neck. She bites her lip. Only down side with Gohan home, is that I can’t hear Chichi. But it’s ok, since I know I still make her feel good. I toy with her breast before I make my way lower.

“I love you so much, my perfect Chichi.” I kiss just below her bellybutton. “You’re my perfect little wife.” I slowly remove her panties. “So, what do you say? Let me take Gohan camping for a few days.” I lick the inside of her right thigh. “I’ll reach out to you with updates on what we do.” I lick the inside of the left. “You smell so good. I really miss you.” With that I take a few licks of my favorite meal.

“Ok, ok. Gohan can go camping. But remember, updates every day.” With that I dig in.

…

Sometimes I hate when Goku does that. He would tease me to get what he wants. It’s even worse when it has to do with Gohan. When it comes to Gohan, he’ll pull every trick up his sleeve to get me to say yes. But that body of his is just so irresistible, that saying no is impossible. The way he’s moving in me, hitting the right spot every time. The way his fingers are working to where I see stars. We have to bite each other, just to keep our pleasure from being heard.

After reaching another climax, do I beg we call it a night. But my not so sweet husband has other plans. “When was that hot mouth of yours had a workout.” He says has he kiss me. Before I could say anything, he’s on his knees, waiting for me. It has been too long since I’ve tasted him. I don’t give him a chance to grab my face. Last time I was too slow, in taking him in, he was a little too impatient, and I was force up too quickly. He apologizes, but he did that more than once, so I try to be faster. Even though he does mean he’s sorry, but during the moment he loves it. And secretly, I love it too.

…

Mommy and daddy look way too happy this morning. Sometimes I would notice sometimes mommy would start walking funny, after her and daddy have adult talk in their bedroom. It’s weird. Grownups are weird.

…

As me and Gohan pack up for our camping trip, Chichi reminds us about everything Gohan needs. How he needs his allergy medicine, and not to stay up so late. She also make sure we have everything. She’s worries so much; I just love her. One last farewell, and we’re off. We take nimbus to drop us off at a random location.

We have fun exploring. I even teach him about certain plants that are ok, and those that are not ok. He got excited seeing how I caught fish. He even wanted to try, but was really scared. “It’s ok Gohan, maybe next time.” He was then so excited as we watched the stars.

“Daddy?”

“Yes Gohan.”

“Why you so strong? How did you get so strong?”

“Well, Gohan, I guess I was always strong. That what my grandpa used to say, but I didn’t believe him. How I got so strong, is by lots of training.”

“Why do you train?”

“I at first I used to train because it was fun. Then I trained to fight in a thing call the world martial arts tournament, sadly those ended when I fought a person named junior. Now I train to protect you and mommy.”

“So cool. What was the tournaments like? Who’s junior? What you mean by protect me and mommy?”

“You have a lot of questions today. What’s the matter Gohan?”

“I never get to ask while we’re with mommy. I get curious about what you do. And whenever you come home, I want to ask so badly, but mommy gets mad when I do. So, me asking now, since mommy not here.” I sit up, and reach out for my son. I place him in my lap, and we spent the night of me answering all his questions. When he finally fell asleep is when I reach out to Chichi.

How was your day? Did Gohan have fun? Why you took so long to answer? Calm down, Chichi. He had so much fun. He was chasing butterflies, and he asked me to teach him how to fish. He finally fell asleep. Chichi? Yes, Goku. Remind me again why I can’t teach him, at least, a little martial art. Goku, we talked about this. Please, drop the subject. Ok, I’m sorry. Love you Chichi. Love you, too, Goku. Good night. Good night.

…

The next daddy wanted to show me some fun stuff. He wanted to teach me something called ki. And he made me promise that I can’t tell mommy. Oh, this is probably a martial arts thingy, and mommy would be mad. So, me promised daddy I wouldn’t tell. He then did something and there was a glowing ball in front of him. I tried to do the same thing, but was so hard.

“Gohan, just relax. You’ll get it.” So, I tried again, and this time I got it. It was so fun. It did leave me a bit hungry, and I was reminded about the fish daddy was making. He said no food till after lesson. This was way more fun than any lessons mommy makes me do. He then went in explaining what it is. After another successful try, it was breakfast time. I’m so happy daddy took me camping.

“Daddy. Can we go camping every year?” He smiled and agreed. That made me so happy.

…

When my boys finally returned home, I was so happy. 5 days without my baby was so long, even that was too long away from Goku. When they came in view of the front yard, I couldn’t stop myself running up to them. My baby jumping into my arms, and I hugged him so tightly. Then Goku joined the hug, and spun us around. I was so happy that my boys were home. While Gohan told me stories of his trip, I was making a big dinner to celebrate them coming home. As I did so, Goku went to town to get a few supplies that I was running low on.

When he got back, we ate like a family. I then gave my boys a good bath, Gohan liked that. And then we all fell asleep together. I wanted to smother my boys, and that’s exactly what I did. Even they smothered me. It took two days before I let Gohan sleep in his room again. And when I did, I was smothered with love by my husband. “5 days are way too long, Goku. You’re not allowed to be gone for that long, ever again.” I laughed between kisses.

“So, next time you’re coming.” He said while kissing my neck. I agreed and loved me the whole night. The next day, was full with family fun.

[lucygraysboy]

“always happy to help.” murmuring quietly, the pad of his thumb trailing along the curvature of her bottom lip, pale blue eyes following as he swallows audibly. he’d love nothing more than to kiss her passionately right here and now, but ends up refraining, saving it for when she comes back. “mhm, they really did. you’re a dream come true, lucy gray. everything about you is a fairytale of its own,” he whispers, picking up his gaze only to lose himself in these warm cocoa eyes that he adores more than anything. “but not a ring in sight. i need to be a better husband and finally get you one.” it’s a joke, of course. they’re teasing each other, playing their favorite game, but something stirs deep within him at the mere thought of dropping to one knee and offering her a ring, a promise to be hers forever if only she wants the same thing. “one day, i’ll make you my wife.” when life’s less hectic, when they both feel comfortable with the idea. “i want it all with you,” he confesses, tucking her bangs behind her ears, grinning when her nose bumps his right back. “i think that’s exactly what it was. i’ve always been so intimidated by how beautiful you are. i can’t believe you’ve chosen to love me out of all people, but it also makes me feel like i’m the luckiest man in the world just because i can call you mine.” and they’re not scared anymore, beautiful words, he thinks, agreeing wholeheartedly. his skin tingling where she kissed it, eyes sparkling, he forgets how to breathe. “alright, you do that. if you need anything, i’ll be right here.” he winks at her before leaving, going back out into the cold, but almost welcoming it this time. his skin is so hot that it definitely needs some cooling, his heart racing.

billy can almost feel lucy gray’s eyes on him while unloading the trunk, but by the time he looks up, she’s gone from the window. still, the feeling that she’d been watching him like a guardian angel lingers in the pit of his stomach, butterflies dancing within the confines of his chest. the wind’s picked up, slipping under his jacket and sweater and chilling his bones. he gathers the propane tanks, the heater, the blankets that he finds in the backseat, and heads back to their motel room. he can hear the shower running and smiles to himself, feeling at home for the first time in forever, even if he’s far away from the place that actually raised him. he thinks about how this is something that will become the most natural thing in the world to them, being around each other, living together. it has him thrumming with anticipation. he sets up the heater, gets it going so that the room is nice and warm for when lucy gray gets out of the bathroom. he builds a small blanket fort on her bed, throwing all the blankets and pillows onto it, rearranging them until they look cozy. he also unpacks their groceries, and as promised, fixes them each a cup of hot cocoa. but he doesn’t take off his jacket and after a moment goes back into the cold, but this time to his car to retrieve the special gift that he bought a few days back — a silver necklace with a B-shaped pendant, studded with rainbow zirconias (because he can’t afford actual diamonds yet). B for billy. his name might be WILLIAM, but he’s always been a billy to her and so that’s the letter he went with. and a teddy bear in a cowboy hat, something to remind her of him when they’re miles away. if she presses one of its paws, she’ll hear billy’s voice saying, i love you to the moon and beyond. he returns with it to their room, surprised to see it’s warmer now, the heater working wonders. he finally takes off his boots and jacket, rubbing his hands together and smiling. he sits down on the edge of her bed, waiting, like a little boy might wait for christmas.

“we should make a conjoined list when we get back to the motel,” billy suggests with a laugh, but it’s not really a joke — he genuinely wants to do this and thinks it would be adorable, even kind of romantic. a fun little thing to keep them entertained. “or we could try and recreate our favorite movie kisses, either way works for me.” as long as he gets to kiss her often and in all kinds of places. blushing at the mere thought, his lips still tingling from what happened in the parking lot. “thank you. it means the world ‘cause i never wanted to make you feel bad about yourself. you’re the love of my life. i just want you to know how beautiful you are,” he coos with a sweet, sheepish smile, letting go of the steering wheel and curling an arm around her shoulders, hugging her close to him. “mmm, am i dreaming or are your lips defrosting?” he asks teasingly, pointing to his cheek where her lips have just planted a kiss on his skin.

“thank you, lucy gray, for loving my ears and feet.” he can’t help the laugh that escapes him, his pale blue eyes twinkling with happiness. it amazes him how just being around her makes him feel this way, gets him all giddy and excited and playful. “maybe it’s a good thing that you didn’t or i would’ve passed out right there and then. the most beautiful princess asking me to be hers? my little heart wouldn’t have been able to handle that.” brows shooting up in surprise at the OUT LOUD part, billy finds himself blushing even more. “okay, so unofficially, in your head, we’ve been a couple for almost fourteen years? sounds good to me.” he’s never getting over how beautiful her laugh is, how sweet and heartwarming. makes him want to bottle it up. “beautiful doesn’t even begin to describe it. you looked like a supermodel, like you had just gotten home from some fancy gala or a photoshoot. i forgot my own name the second i looked at you. though, if i’m being completely honest, i forget my own name every time i look at you, regardless of what you’re wearing,” he admits sheepishly, watching her ministrations as he zips up his puffer jacket. “sweetheart, i can just carry you inside and then go back for the bags.” but he appreciates her wanting to help, strong arms curling tightly around her waist as she climbs into his lap. he can’t keep his hands to himself when she’s around, always touching and squeezing and holding her. this time is no different. before they’ll get out, he just wants to hug her one more time and kiss her chin, his palms running up and down her sides, giving her hips a squeeze. 

“agreed, adding this to the list, too. in the rain, at the top of the ferris wheel, in your dressing room before a show.” smiling softly as her lips brush his temple, he finds himself beaming up at her with nothing but love and affection. “things you do to my heart.” especially when she clings to him like a spider monkey and talks about him taking her lipstick off with his own mouth. shaking his head, he opens the door and carefully lowers his long legs to the ground. heavy boots sinking into the pile of snow beneath, he climbs out of the truck, one hand curled around his girlfriend’s waist, the other cupping the back of her head to make sure she doesn’t accidentally bump it against the roof. “prince charming taxi services always got your back, rainbow princess. the fairest of them all.” snow white ain’t got nothing on her. he uses his knee to close the door on the driver’s side behind them and heads for their room. it’s snowing with such intensity now that billy can’t help but worry their stay in this terrible motel might be prolonged. “don’t worry, i’ll come back for everything that’s left. you should go ahead and jump in the shower, while the power’s still on. who knows what might happen later? besides, it should help warm you up. in the meantime, i’ll set the heater up and fix us a cup of hot cocoa. does that sound like a plan?” he asks, quickly pulling the key out of his pocket and letting them in. he shuts the door behind them and takes the bags from lucy gray’s small hands to set them on the floor. “you sure you’re feeling okay?” he murmurs, concerned as pale blue eyes look up at her. after all, she did run out into a snowstorm without as much as a scarf on. he sits her on the nearby dresser, both hands cupping her face so he can study her expression and make sure she’s feeling okay. 

[wildxlily]

The After Party

Harry smiled big and laced their fingers before walking back down the aisle. They’d planned a little time to have by themselves and then to get some more pictures before the reception would begin. They stepped out of the building and Harry couldn’t help but to lean over for another quick kiss before continuing to walk. “Can’t believe it,” he laughed a little.

  Lily returned the kiss, but that wasn’t enough. So, she quickly scanned the area before pulling Harry over towards the wall. She let go of his hand so she could cup his face in both of hers and bring him down for a deeper, more lingering kiss. When she did pull away, she kept her forehead pressed to his. “We’re married, Harry,” she breathed out before laughing softly. Neither of them could wrap their minds around it even after over a year of planning and everything that had happened so far this day.

 Harry didn’t know what Lily was up to but he didn’t hesitate to follow. His hands found her waist as their lips reconnected; Harry happy with the fact that this was a much longer lasting kiss. “So married!” he laughed, giving her a few more kisses, “My Lily Styles.”

  Lily would never get tired of hearing that and she couldn’t wait to sign everything with her new last name. “Finally official,” she grinned. After yet another kiss, she broke away to look between them, grabbing Harry’s left hand and holding it up for them to see. “I’ve finally got your last name and you finally got your ring. It looks so good, babes.”

  Harry pulled away slightly to look down with Lily at his ring. “So good. I absolutely love it, darling. And I love how yours matches your engagement ring,” he switched hands, holding Lily’s now so he could look at her wedding ring. “We’re so married.”

  It felt good to have her wedding band with her engagement ring. Harry really had outdone himself with it and the band just complimented its beauty. Lily was going to make a remark about how he kept calling them ‘so married’, but they were interrupted by two of his groomsmen poking their heads out the door they’d just exited.

“Hey, Haz! Quit snogging with your wife and get in here for photos. We want to get to the drinks,” they called out, earning a playful eye roll from Lily.

  Harry was enjoying the little time that he and Lily had alone when two of his friends interrupted them. “I’m with my wife right now. I’ll be in soon,” he grinned. Luckily, Liz came out not long after to be with Lily, and Harry gave her a quick hug. He knew those pictures needed to be done at some point. “I’m gonna go get the guy pictures done if that’s alright? You’ll be in in a bit for the rest of ours, yeah?” he spoke to Lily.

  Lily nodded, but Liz spoke up before she could. “She’ll be in as soon as I touch up her lipstick that you smudged.” Lily’s head fell back with a laugh and she quickly covered her mouth, cheeks flushing a little. Her sister wasn’t lying, though. Their kisses had been pretty rushed and despite it being high quality lipstick, Harry had still managed to smudge some on her upper lip. “Come here, babes.” Lily cupped his cheek to look him over, making sure he didn’t have any on his own lips, but she swiped her thumb over them just to be safe. “Okay. Now go get the pictures with the boys before they riot.”

  Harry laughed before making a slight face seeing now that he had smudged it. “I’m sorry! How am I supposed to not kiss my wife?” He grinned before standing still so Lily could look him over. It wouldn’t be the first time that Lily’s lipstick transferred over to his own lips. “Thank you, darling. I apologize for the smudge again, Liz,” he grinned and excused himself to go back inside for pictures.

  Liz grumbled playfully in response before grinning at him. She could play the disgruntled older sister, but no one was immune to Harry’s charm. “How bad is it?” Lily asked, turning to her sister who assured her it wasn’t bad at all.

She retrieved a tissue from the top of her dress, which Lily assumed she’d stashed to wipe away her tears during the ceremony, and carefully wiped at the edge of her Cupid’s bow. “Can’t believe my baby sister is married. But at the same time…it’s like you and Harry have always been married. If that makes sense. And the way he was looking at you up there… and seeing you giggle together. It’s so sweet. These tissues I brought definitely came in handy, for multiple reasons,” Liz continued on with a soft laugh. She had a small bag that she brought with her that had Lily’s lipstick inside so she took it out and lightly applied it where needed before stepping away. “There. You look perfect.”

  Lily’s cheeks burned even more at the reminder that Harry and herself hadn’t actually been the only two in the room. Once Liz was done, Lily quickly wrapped her up in a hug and held her tight. “Thank you for being the best big sister and maid of honor ever. I would’ve been an absolute wreck without you.”

Liz gently swayed them back and forth as she held Lily just as tightly. “I’m proud of you,” she murmured before pulling back and giving her arms a gentle squeeze. “Now let’s get you inside to your hubby. I’m sure he’s going crazy without you next to him.” With that, she looped her arm through Lily’s and they headed back inside where the rest of the bridal party was waiting.

  Harry and his groomsmen were actually finishing up the last of their pictures when Lily and Liz walked in. “My wife!” he exclaimed. The amount of times he’d say that would become obnoxious, guaranteed. He reached out for her hand. “We’ve got a lot of pictures ahead of us,” he smiled. Lily with the girls, both of their families, and some more of just Harry and Lily. The photographer announced it was time for Lily to get pictures with Liz and her bridesmaids, so Harry stepped out of the way.

  Lily’s eyes of course automatically went to Harry, still not over how handsome he looked in his tux. She just shook her head fondly as she took his hand, “You are so ridiculous sometimes, you know that?” At the photographer’s request, she let him go and followed her directions on where to stand for pictures with the girls. All of the photos from today would be ones that she treasured dearly.

  “Not ridiculous. Just in love,” Harry responded teasingly with a soft grin, lacing their fingers for the short moment that they were together. Harry moved out of the way once he realized it was not his turn, instead going over to talk to his mother and Lily’s parents who were still in the room. It was incredibly nice to have all their friends and family in one place for their special day.

  The photographer finished up with the girls and let them go, minus Liz and Gemma so they could do family pictures. “Oh, husband!” Lily called jokingly, holding her hand out for him. “Need your handsome face for more pictures.”

  Harry looked over when he heard Lily calling for him, immediately walking over with that grin still on his face. “There’s my wife.” He held her hand until they were instructed to pose with their families, siblings and parents and extended family either being taken out or brought in for each one. But it couldn’t have been any easier with the way the photographer set it up.

  Even though it was a lot of photos, their photographer made it fun and quick. Lily especially enjoyed the unique shots she snuck in, mostly with their sisters and parents that made the photos more special and reflect Harry and Lily’s personalities.

“Okay, I’m done with the posed photos. I’ll be in the reception to snap candids and then of course the cutting of the cake.”

Lily visibly perked up at the mention of cake. She’d been daydreaming of their wedding cake (and other desserts) ever since they’d decided on the dessert menu. “Make sure to get some food, okay? We have plenty for everyone,” Lily assured her before she left to find a spot to capture their entry to the reception. “Did you sneak a peek at the reception area?” Lily asked Harry, arm still around his waist. Liz had promised to come back when it was time for their announced entry and Lily was going to take advantage of this small pocket of time alone with Harry.

  Soon everyone had headed over to the reception area, leaving Harry and Lily alone for a little bit. He rested his arm along Lily’s shoulders and looked down at her. “I got a very quick peek earlier. It looked really good from what I saw,” he answered softly, “Were you able to get a look at it yet?”

  “Just like you, I snuck a peek earlier before I started getting ready, but the lights weren’t up yet,” Lily explained. She gave his side a gentle squeeze. “Ready to dance all night? And of course stuff our faces with desserts when we have the chance. I may just eat while dancing.” She giggled softly even if a part of her wasn’t kidding. At all.

  Harry nodded and then smiled at her question. “I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life,” he grinned, rubbing his hand up and down her arm slowly. Harry laughed and shook his head a little, brows raised, “Please don’t choke.”

  Lily laughed, “Why was that the first thing your mind went to?” She was more skilled than that, surely. Just then, Liz stepped in with a smile. “Ready, Mr. and Mrs. Styles?”

  Harry laughed but looked to Liz when she returned, giving a nod. “Ready if you are, darling,” he held his hand out to Lily. It was easy to look forward to a night filled with food, desserts and dancing.

  “Always,” Lily grinned up at him as she took his hand. They followed her sister out into the back where the clear tent had been set up, now glowing golden from the lights inside. Lily audibly gasped, hand covering her mouth in awe as she walked towards it. It was exactly how she’d pictured, but even better.

  Harry laced their fingers and followed Liz to the reception area. He hadn’t seen it lit up like this earlier and now he couldn’t seem to look away. “Whoa. That looks so cool,” he grinned over at Lily for a moment, “Wasn’t lit up when I peeked in before.”

  Lily smiled and leaned against Harry’s shoulder. “It’s magical,” she mused softly. Their arrival obviously wasn’t much of a secret as everyone could see through the tent, but everyone stood as the DJ announced the newlyweds. Lily managed to tear her attention away from the set up long enough to dance her way into the tent, shaking her booty and giggling the whole way.

  They walked in together once announced, both as happy as could be. Harry lifted their hands above their heads for a brief moment before leaning in to steal a quick kiss. Everyone clapped and cheered on their way in, their bridal party the loudest groups of them all.

  Now that pictures were done for the most part, Lily didn’t care if her lipstick smudged. There would be plenty of kisses tonight. Once everyone settled down, Lily and Harry sat at their table so they could eat dinner with everyone else. Her mum had made her eat prior to getting ready, which she was grateful for because she was hungry now and could only imagine how starving she’d be had she not ate. The food was just as delicious as she remembered from their tasting.

  Harry pushed Lily’s chair in for her at the table before sitting himself, and everyone began to eat as the food arrived. Harry was starving even after having a snack midday and the food they chose was incredible. He was just happy they had the time to sit down together and eat. “Need to save room for cake,” he reminded himself out loud as he sat back with a grin.

  Lily took a sip of her drink before looking to him. “You know me. I will make room, but honestly, I feel like a bottomless pit.” Now that the hard part was over, they could just relax and have fun.

  Harry smiled at Lily and rested his hand on her thigh as he looked around a bit. The day couldn’t have gone better. Shortly after dinner was finished, the DJ came over to see if they were ready for him to announce their first dance.

  Lily nodded, “Absolutely.” While the DJ went back to wrap up the current song, Lily carefully stood and held her hand out to Harry. “May I have this dance?” she grinned, admittedly excited to beat him to the punch. It was one hundred percent the cheesy kind of thing Harry would say.

  Harry didn’t even have enough time to stand up yet when he heard Lily, looking up at her with wide eyes. “You stole my line!” he grinned and took her hand anyway to stand, leading her out to the middle of the floor.

  Lily just beamed even wider. “I knew you’d say it,” she smiled knowingly. They knew each other inside and out, that much was clear. She let Harry lead her and happily stepped close to him as the tent grew silent.

  Harry turned to face Lily once in the middle and his hands found her waist once their song began to play. “This is a little different from when we’d practice in the living room with only Finn watching,” he told her quietly with a smile.

  Lily gently wrapped her arms around Harry’s neck and began to sway with him once the music started. “Don’t even think Finn paid attention,” she replied honestly. Her mind, though, went back to Harry playing this song for her in his old bedroom; the chords slowly coming back to him as he went along and that beautiful voice of his. She felt the same way now that she did in that moment; absolutely head over heels in love and full of warmth.

  “Was probably sleeping now that I think about it,” Harry smiled softly as he looked down at Lily, not taking his gaze from hers. It felt like just the two of them again, even though they were in a room full of people with all eyes on them.

  It was hard not to look away when Harry gazed at her like that, but instead Lily relished in it. She was taking in absolutely everything she could about today and this moment. It was clear to anyone watching that they were madly in love and completely enraptured by each other.

  Harry kept Lily close throughout the song, having their own little conversations occasionally and just grinning at each other throughout. He kept his hands at her waist when the song ended. “I love you,” he told her softly, leaning down for a kiss.

  Lily absent played with the curls at the nape of Harry’s neck as they swayed. One hand cupped the back of his head when he leaned down to kiss her. “I love you, too,” she whispered just as softly. Then others were joining them on the dance floor and their moment was broken. Not that Lily minded; the whole point of the reception was to celebrate their marriage with all their loved ones.

  Harry smiled softly against Lily’s lips and snuck in one more kiss before pulling away. Most everyone had joined them then, Harry keeping one of Lily’s hands in his as a few came over to congratulate them. They still had the cake cutting and a night full of dancing to look forward to.

  Lily knew they’d have to make their rounds at some point to greet every one and thank them for coming, but they could start now with those who were bold enough to step on the dance floor as the DJ began to play more upbeat music. Lily would be more than happy to dance for a bit, keeping close to Harry and her hand in his if she could help it.

  Harry always did love to dance at weddings, and being with Lily only made it much more fun. They greeted the few that they saw while dancing. Harry took a break after a while, just before the cake cutting. “You wouldn’t happen to know anyone around here who likes cake, would you?” he asked Lily teasingly.

  Lily let Harry go, happy to dance with her friends. But she was even happier when he returned and somehow even more so when he mentioned cake. “Is it time?” she asked, visibly excited.

  “Oh, it’s time.” Harry grinned. “Finish up with your friends when you’re ready and then we can head over,” he gave a little nod and stepped away.

  Lily didn’t hesitate to excuse herself from her friends and make her way off the dance floor. She snuck up behind Harry and gave his sides a quick squeeze once she reached him.

  Harry was slowly making his way towards the cake, waiting for Lily to join him, when he felt fingers in his sides. “Babes!” he laughed and his hands went to his own sides as he turned his head to look back at her, “You’re gonna do that to me on our wedding day?”

  Lily just giggled as she slipped her arms around him so she was pressed against his back. “I’m sorry. I just had to. Knew you’d think I was still on the dance floor.” She let go of him and stepped around so she was next to him now. “Are we going to be nice to each other?” she asked curiously, eyeing the cake and then Harry.

  Harry grinned and shook his head but stepped up with Lily to where the cake was. He made a slight face as he looked at her. “I was planning on being nice to you… but I don’t know, you’ve got a suspicious look on your face now.”

  Lily followed him, careful to lift her dress so she didn’t trip and send the cake flying as would be her luck. “I realized that I just scared you sneaking up on you and that you have every reason to smash cake in my face soooo…I admittedly got a little nervous.”

  “Yeah, how about that? Maybe you shouldn’t have scared me after all,” Harry grinned and reached over to give her side a small squeeze, stepping into the spot next to her.

  Lily flinched ever so slightly and then turned her big brown eyes on Harry. “I’m sorry, lovey. I was trying to be cute.” She even added the slightest hint of a pout.

  “You are way too good at pouting,” he smiled at her. He couldn’t do anything when she was looking at him with those adorable doe eyes. Harry stood close to Lily once it was announced the cake would be cut, picking up the cake knife and stepping closer so she could hold it with him.

  Lily’s pout quickly turned into a grin and she moved closer to Harry and the cake, placing her hand on top of his. “We’re cutting a big piece, right?” she grinned up at him.

  Harry laughed and placed his free hand on her hip, his arm draped around her waist. “It wouldn’t be us if it were a small piece,” he grinned and pressed a small kiss to her temple before cutting down the side of the cake.

  Lily subconsciously leaned in to both his touch and his kiss. She allowed him to take the lead since he had a better grasp on the knife and her hand was just sort of resting on his. Once they’d made the second cut, she let go of his hand so she could get the plate, holding it next to the cake for him to slide the piece onto it.

  They cut out a big slice of cake and Harry waited until Lily had the plate nearby to transfer it over. He set the knife down and instead grabbed a fork, taking a piece off and holding it up for Lily to eat.

  Lily grabbed her own fork and scooped up a decent sized piece for Harry, making sure he got some of the cream cheese frosting as well. It was surprisingly difficult to lean in and take a bite while simultaneously feeding Harry, but she managed to do it without too much mess. A little frosting on her lip was nothing.

  Harry let out a little laugh before they attempted to feed each other, interested to see how it would go. And surprisingly, it didn’t end up all over them. Harry took his bite and moved his fork away once Lily got hers, waiting to speak until swallowing. “Delicious.”

  Lily’s hand instinctively came up to cover her mouth as she chewed, especially with cameras snapping away. At first all she could do was nod in agreement. “Oh, that was so good,” she sighed, looking to the cake hungrily.

  “So, so good.” Harry took their plate and moved out of the way so that the rest of the cake could be cut nicely for their guests, and there were other desserts too. They thought it would be nice to have some variety. “Want to sit at the table to finish it, loves?”

  Lily nodded eagerly. “I’m gonna grab some of the other desserts. Then I can meet you over there?” she raised her brows. If they weren’t careful, she knew the desserts would be gone before they had time again to come get some.

  “Sounds perfect.” Harry took their cake over to their table and sat down while waiting for Lily to pick out some of the other desserts. Neither of them was picky and he more than trusted her judgment.

  Lily grabbed a plate and all but filled it up, being extra careful on the way back to their table to not spill any of the precious treats. “I promise I was nice and left plenty for our guests,” she laughed softly as she sat.

  Harry waited to eat more of the cake until Lily returned. “I’ll admit I was a little worried about that,” he teased with a laugh, putting the two plates between them and taking a second bite of the cake.

  “I restrained myself,” Lily joked. She focused first on the cake, wanting to enjoy each dessert individually. Plus, the cake was absolutely divine; they’d picked well. “Our kisses are going to be so sweet now.”

  They worked together on the cake and made their way through some of the desserts on the other plate. He raised his brows and glanced toward Lily. “Should we see how sweet they are? You know, just in case.”

  Lily looked to Harry and her thoughts instantly went way down a rabbit hole of desire. “Be careful with me, babes. If you taste too good, I won’t be able to keep it to pecks,” she warned him, her voice quiet so no one would overhear. Sure, they’d been more open with their PDA today, understandably so since it was their wedding day, but there had still been a limit to how far their kisses had gone. And Lily could only hold back for so long.

  Harry grinned and looked down as he took another bite of a cookie. Only they would be whispering these sorts of things to each other at their wedding. “That’s fine, we could go to the car or something. It’s our wedding, but I’m sure no one would notice if we disappeared,” he teased.

  Lily laughed louder than she expected at that, slapping her hand over her mouth as quickly as she could. “You did not just suggest a quickie at our wedding,” she shook her head before looking down at herself. “In this dress?!”

  Harry couldn’t help but smile then when he heard Lily’s laugh and shrugged when he looked over at her. “Babe, come on. We could totally find a way to make it work,” he playfully argued with a grin.

  Lily continued to shake her head before leaning in to steal a quick kiss, then she moved to kiss his cheek just next to his ear. “We’ve got all night for that.” She pulled back and shrugged. “As long as we aren’t absolutely exhausted that is. And there is a very high chance of that.”

  Harry returned the quick kiss and made a slightly surprised face at her last comment. “Keep the energy levels you’ve got now,” he smiled and sat back once he was finished snacking. He knew she was right, though, especially since the dancing hadn’t even really started yet.

  Lily glanced towards the mostly empty plate. “Maybe we’ll be running on pure wedding high and sugar high,” she laughed softly. As much as she wanted to get back on the dance floor, she knew she needed to let all those sweets settle a bit. So, she enjoyed watching all their friends for now.

  “Very possible,” Harry smiled. They were content to sit and people watch for a bit as their sweets settled. It wasn’t too long before a few of Lily’s friends were hurrying over to their table, an extra drink in one of their hands for Lily. “Come dance with us, Lil!”

  Lily laughed as she eyed the drink in Sarah’s hand. “You all are not going to get me drunk on my wedding night, yeah?” she raised her brows at her friends, earning an eye roll from Jenny. She turned to Harry jokingly. “Babes. Don’t let them do it.”

  Harry rested his chin on his hand and smiled watching them encourage Lily to join them on the dance floor. “Go have fun, lovey,” he grinned, his response making her friends happy at least.

  Lily rested her hand on Harry’s leg. “Come join me soon, okay?” her brows now raised at him. She stood but wasn’t about to leave until she got confirmation from Harry.

  Harry smiled, eyes on Lily, and gave a nod. “I’ll be over soon. I promise,” he agreed. He thought maybe he could make rounds quick with his family before heading back to the dance floor.

  Lily leaned down to steal a quick kiss. “Your kisses are very very sweet by the way,” she murmured before sending him a wink and then she was off with her friends. Liz found them quickly and the four danced away at the center of the floor.

  Harry smiled and shook his head at Lily as she walked away. He did visit with family, and then had a couple drinks with his friends since he hadn’t seen them much after the morning. But then he kept his promise, finding Lily within the group of high energy girls in the middle of the floor.

  Lily’s smile noticeably changed whenever she spotted Harry making his way towards her. “There’s my love,” she held her hand out towards him to bring him close. “Having fun with the boys?” When she glanced towards their table earlier and hadn’t seen him, she’d searched only to find him with the boys which made her happy. Even if having him by her side made her even happier.

  Harry reached for Lily’s hand as he got closer and laced their fingers loosely. He nodded. “I did. Glad I got to see them more besides when we were getting ready this morning,” he answered with a soft smile, “And are you having fun dancing, love?”

  Lily was admittedly grateful for the chance to stop dancing. “Yes, but I’m getting hot. And thirsty.” Add on that she had yet to make her rounds and felt slightly bad about that. “Want to walk around with me and visit?”

Harry nodded. “Of course. Why don’t we grab you a drink on the way and then we can start visiting?” he suggested, rubbing his thumb against the back of her hand.

  Lily smiled softly and brought their hands up to give his a kiss before she followed him off the dance floor. She opted for water to keep her hydrated and then walked with Harry to visit with her side of the family; everyone gushing over her dress and how adorable the two of them were. Neither which Lily could argue with.

  Harry grabbed a water as well before beginning to visit with Lily’s family, at least the ones not on the dance floor. They all said how nice of a venue and wedding it was, which of course had them both happy. Harry and Lily obviously loved it but they wanted their family and friends to as well.

  Afterwards, they wandered over to find some of their coworkers from the Crown, including Mike. “Guess we have you to thank for all this,” Lily joked, slipping her arm around Harry’s waist. “If you hadn’t hired this crazy guy, I would’ve never met him.” She grinned up at Harry to show she was teasing. Mike would’ve been crazy not to hire Harry.

  Harry followed, jaw dropping jokingly once he heard Lily and glancing over at her. “Me, crazy? Can’t be,” Harry grinned, his arm around her as well.

“You’re both crazy. That’s why you’re perfect for each other,” Mike teased, cracking a smile.

  Lily grimaced slightly as she shrugged. “I can’t argue with that,” she laughed along with everyone else. “Guess we needed someone who could handle the crazy.”

  Harry laughed and they stood by to talk longer. It was especially nice for Harry to see everyone since he hadn’t worked there in months. “Think we made all the rounds. I saw my family before,” he told her.

  “Damn. We’re a pretty dang good bride and groom,” Lily smiled, holding her hand up for a high five. She’d expected the reception to be a bit stressful trying to do everything and see everyone, but it had all been fun.

  “I’m impressed,” Harry grinned returning the high five and then holding her hand again after. “Going back to dancing, love?”

  “Are you coming with me?” Lily asked, brows raised as she lightly swung their hands in between them. She was hopeful he’d say yes.

  “Well, of course…” Harry smiled, keeping her hand in his as he led them back out to where most of their friends were on the dance floor. With having greeted everyone and all other duties out of the way, they could finally and fully relax.

  Lily smiled widely as she followed him. Their friends all greeted them with big smiles and cheers, easily letting them into the middle. Lily kept hold of Harry’s hand, but turned her back to him as she danced. Sure, she wouldn’t grind on him when surrounded by so much family, but she’d have her fun dancing close enough to tease him.

  Harry kept their fingers entwined as he rested their hands at one of her hips, leaning close enough to kiss her temple. He loved having their friends and family there with them, but as per usual, most of his attention was on Lily. “Be careful,” he teased with a smile.

  Lily turned her head to look at Harry and gave him a sheepish smile. “Sorry, love,” she apologized, just loud enough for him to hear.

  Harry smiled at Lily before he pressed a kiss to the top of her cheek, then stood back up straight. He was in his own little world with Lily, so happy with how the day had gone. It couldn’t have been any more perfect.

  The two danced away with their friends, completely lost in their bliss. After a bit, people started to slowly leave; some making sure to stop by to congratulate Lily and Harry once more and give them hugs.

  The day seemed like it had flown by, but all those months of planning and everything Lily did for the wedding while Harry was in school was all worth it. Everyone hugged goodbye and complimented their wedding as they left, soon it being only Harry and Lily, and their closest family and friends.

  Liz found Harry and Lily once a majority of their guests had left. “Not saying you have to leave now, because I want you to enjoy your night as long as possible. But please don’t try and clean up. We’re going to take care of that and the venue staff, okay?” she raised her brows, especially at Lily.

  “Thank you. We’ll see,” Harry replied teasingly with a smile. There honestly wasn’t much to clean up, just all the flowers and table decorations and a few other things. “We appreciate it.”

  “Just let us leave before you start doing it or you know we’ll jump in,” Lily laughed. Thankfully there wasn’t too terribly much that didn’t belong to the venue, so that made Lily feel better knowing her family wouldn’t be stuck there super late.

  Harry smiled. They stayed and talked and just took everything in for a little while longer, but they could see everyone was getting tired. “Think you’ll be ready soon to head out, loves?”

  Lily nodded as she leaned into Harry. “As much as I don’t want this to end, I think it’s time.” She interlaced their fingers and gave his hand a squeeze, “And that means it’s time for our wedding night.” Her voice was quiet, but there was no hiding that pleased smirk on her face. What better way to wrap up this amazing day?

  Harry nodded and rubbed his thumb slowly along the back of her hand. He couldn’t have agreed more, but they also couldn’t have asked for a better day. He grinned at her words. “Well, I think we should be getting out of here now then,” he teased, leading her to walk around and say their goodbyes and, again, their thank yous to everyone.

  Lily laughed softly before following him. She made sure to give everyone a tight hug and express how truly grateful she was for all of them and all their help. Their day literally wouldn’t be the same without them. Then she walked with Harry back through the venue and out to the parking lot. What she saw when they stepped outside made her jaw drop, her hand coming up to cover her mouth and muffle her small giggle. Harry’s car had “Just Married” written across the back window and white streamers tied to the side view mirrors.

  After they said their goodbyes, Harry followed Lily out and couldn’t help but laugh when he saw his car. Their friends had stepped out the door behind them just to watch their reactions, and of course they were all laughing and giggling, which could be easily heard. “You’re welcome!” one of his groomsmen shouted, leaving Harry to shake his head as he opened up the car door for Lily. “It looks very pretty, thank you. I’ll be leaving it on forever,” Harry returned with a smile.

  “At least until the next rain washes it off,” Lily chimed in. She sent everyone a wave and blew them a kiss before climbing in, piling her skirt into her lap before she buckled up. It honestly felt so good to sit and she couldn’t wait to kick off her heels.

[theshelbyclan]

Welcome to the chaos, little one

Summary: Giving birth is never easy, especially when it’s a Shelby x Solomons baby…

A/N I’m so slow with requests but a while back the lovely @fandom-puff​requested: Omg sorry to be a pain but I’m a sucker for Shelby chaos 😭😭😭 can I request something linked to A Very Shelby Christmas where the labour of baby Solomons is just as chaotic? But it could also be sweet like the bros finally accepting Alfie bc they all care about YN so much and can’t stand to hear her in pain, all while YN is screaming that she’ll cut off more of Alfie’s dick than his rabbi would even dare to if he ever tried to bed her again 😭😭😭 omg the chaos 👉👈 ily 💓💓 Here we go! This is part 2 to the story A Very Shelby Christmas

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“Not now, Y/N,” Arthur groaned. Ada rolled her eyes, remembering keenly when her brother had spoken those iconic words before. “It’s not like I can help it, Arthur,” you spit. 

Polly grabbed you by your arm as you doubled over again, “Alright, sweetheart, it’s time. Come with me…” “Not yet, Aunt Pol,” you panted, “It’s too early.” “The baby doesn’t have it’s own pocket watch yet,” Ada commented matter-of-factly, as she took your other arm. “Fuck!” you called out again as another contraction set in, “Fuck, fuck, fuckity-fuck!” “Nice.” “Oh, piss off John, you want to try this?” “Not really…” “Tommy!” you turned to the one family member who hadn’t said a word yet, “Get him.” “And who would that be, eh?” he replied in a low voice. “Thomas…” Aunt Polly warned softly. He raised his eyebrows, “Finn? You want Finn at the birth?” “WHY WOULD I WANT MY FUCKING BABY BROTHER HERE?!” Tommy waved a vague hand, “General comfort?” Now Aunt Polly’s eyes flashed with anger, “Thomas! Go get her husband, right now!” Tommy sighed deeply, still trying to ignore the fact that his little sister was now Mrs. Solomons, and said, “Come on boys, let’s get them all together and wet this baby’s head! Leave the women to it.” And you groaned, “Thank you…” Once Alfie would be here, everything would be easier.

*** “Solomons!” “No need to shout, mate, I’m right here, ain’t I?”

Slowly Tommy lit a cigarette and started smoking it, “It concerns my sister.” “You mean the glorious creature that made me the luckiest man on earth by marrying me? My wife? Mrs. Alfie Solomons?” A small twinkle appeared in Alfie’s eyes as he saw Tommy’s jaw tense up just a little at his words. “Yes.” “How is the old lady doing?” Alfie asked conversationally. “In pain,” Tommy replied, “She’s in labour, more to the point.” “You fucking what?” “She’s with her aunt Alfie, she’ll be fine.” Alfie blinked a few times, “Tommy I swear to God if you’re playing some fucking game with me I will shoot you between the eyes right here and now. You’re telling me my wife is in labour and you’re standing there casually smoking a cigarette, waiting for some fucking woman to tell you it’s done?” “Yes,” he nodded, “Well, I was about to go the Garrison. Thought we might bury the hatchet and you could join us.” “Have you lost your fucking mind…” Alfie said slowly, while rubbing his chin. Tommy cleared is throat and with a slight hint of uncertainty in his voice said, “It’s tradition.” “Well, if you’ll pardon my French, fuck your fucking heathen traditions, I’m going to my fucking wife and you are fucking coming with me. And bring your fucking family while you’re at it!”

*** “Why are we here?” John leaned in to Arthur slightly while asking the question in a hushed voice. “Alfie insisted.” “Why?” Arthur raised his voice, “Ask Tommy, alright? I don’t bloody know! I’m guessing it’s another Jewish thing…” On the other side of the door, you were most definitely in labour now. The pain was worse than anything you’d experienced before and you were seriously questioning your sanity at this point. “Aunt Pol?” Ada asked carefully after about an hour. Polly moved over from your side down to your legs and said, “What is it?” “Something’s wrong.” “THOMAS!” Polly bellowed as soon as she had taken a look, “Get me some more towels.”

“What’s happening?” A panicked Alfie asked from the hallway. But Polly pushed him aside and started ordering Finn to boil more water. “Woman!” he demanded, “You fucking tell me.” “She’s bleeding,” she answered quickly, “and I can’t see why.” “What can we do, Pol,” Arthur asked, wild-eyed. “Get a doctor. One we can trust.” Arthur dragged John with him, even before Polly had finished her sentence. “What about Sabini’s men?” John asked, “We were supposed to deal with them tonight. What if they come here?” “Shoot them,” Tommy said simply, as he lit another cigarette in a nervous manner. Inside the room, you were now screaming your head off. Of course you had realised giving birth would be painful, but not like this. The sight of Ada going slightly pale didn’t help either and panic had started mixing in with the general anxiety of the process, so your screams got louder and louder. “Pol…” Ada called out again, “What do I do?” In that moment, Alfie pushed passed her and fell down by your side, “I’m here,” he said softly. “I can see that,” you panted between shouts, “but why? You’re not supposed to be here.” “Out,” Aunt Polly said strictly, “This is no place for men.” And then Tommy walked in as well, averting his eyes and grabbing your hand at the same time. “What?” he said when Polly send him a death-glare, “If Alfie gets to stay, so can I!” “Fucking children…” “Alright, sweetheart,” Polly focused on you again, “This baby needs to come now.” Your eyes grew wide, “What’s wrong?” “Nothing,” Alfie replied for her, “You’ll be fine. You’re doing brilliant, babes.” “How the fuck would you know!” you shouted out. He shrugged, “Educated guess?” “Had a lot of experience with this, eh?” Tommy grumbled sarcastically. “This,” Ada pointed at the both of them, “This is why men shouldn’t be in here.” “I’m not fucking going anywhere, especially if my wife is in danger.” Tommy just shook his head in reply. “Danger?” you asked suddenly, “What does he mean in danger?” “No danger, love,” Ada soothed you, “if you just push.” And so you pushed, with every bit of strength you had in you. But then a gunshot sounded outside, followed rapidly by another two. Everyone looked up. “John,” Tommy clarified with a single word. “You’re being awfully cavalier about baby brother John getting shot there, Tommy…” Alfie commented. Tommy looked at Alfie with a frown that spoke volumes, “John just shot Sabini’s men. I told him to.” “Oh, good. Saves me the bloody trip.” “I can see some hair!” Ada called out suddenly. “What colour?” Alfie replied at once. And John stuck his head around the corner of the door, “Took care of them.” “We heard,” Aunt Polly grumbled. He hopped from one foot onto the other uncertainly, “Anything else I can do?” “Yeah, you can fuck off mate!” “Alright, I’ll stay, since you asked so nicely.” “John, just get the fuck out!” your sister shouted. The birth was chaos enough as it was and now all these boys were only adding to it instead of helping. And on top of it all, Finn stumbled in practically falling over his own feet with a bucket of water, splashing Aunt Polly in the process. This was more like a madhouse than a family occasion. But John pointed at Alfie indignantly, “He gets to stay!” “Push, Y/N,” Polly urged again, and so you did. “Nice one,” John laughed at Finn, “you literally had one job, mate.” “Mrs. Gray?” Alfie asked carefully, “Sorry to interrupt you there, alright, but I just wanted to quickly check, because you mentioned the hair, yeah? What colour? Because I’m sure I’ll love my son all the same if he’s blond, but I might just need to mentally prepare myself…” And then you finally burst out in anger, “Can you all just shut the fuck up for a second! I’m actually trying to have a fucking baby here!!” “Right, sorry about that love,” Alfie moved closer to you and grabbed your hand again, “Please continue. You’re doing brilliantly, even if he is blond…” Tommy chuckled lightly in the background, which made you even more angry somehow, “Alfie, I swear to God or Adonai or whatever you want to call him, do nottouch me again because remember how you said you couldn’t remember your circumcision?”

“Yes,” Alfie mumbled in mortal fear.

“You will remember when I do it. Remember how you told me of your rabbi doing it when boys are eight days old, because then it heals faster?”

“Yes...” he gulped.

“I’ll make it slow sweetheart. Really fucking slow.”  

“Right,” he said with big eyes, “What exactly would you have me do then except for just standing here like some great big bloody useless piece of shit?”  

“Shut up!”  

“Noted.” *** You weren’t sure what had happened exactly in that last hour. Apparently you’d lost a lot of blood and things had gotten hazy very quickly. Ada and Aunt Polly had stopped talking altogether and they had managed to save you, despite the bickering men in the background. You did remember that Alfie and Arthur had gotten into a fight at one point, but apparently they managed to resolve it quickly when the doctor arrived and they took turns in beating him up because he was no longer needed. Anger really does bring people together.

Of course, none of that really mattered now, because you were now holding a perfect baby right there, in your arms. Finn just stared at the baby, completely in awe. “Not blond…” John sounded a little disappointed. Arthur grinned, “But bloody perfect.” “Gorgeous, just like the mother,” Polly hugged you carefully. “Shelby good looks.” Tommy nodded slowly, with a sense of pride in his voice. “Any names yet?” Ada asked, “I bet you’ve picked them out ages ago, haven’t you?” “I have,” you smiled, “but couldn’t say them out loud yet, so we didn’t really discuss it. It’s bad luck.”

Uncharacteristically, Alfie hadn’t said a word yet.

“Mr. Solomons?” you said, gazing up from your one love to the other, “I believe you have a daughter.” And finally he smiled, deeply and incredibly in love as he held her tight with both hands. And in the most tender way possible he looked at you, grinned and said, “Fucking hell!”

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[nebulablakemurphy]

All For You (Pt. 7)

Summary: Elliot and Jules’ baby shower attracts some unlikely guests. Companion series to Because Of You & Before You.

Warning: this is a mature series that includes mentions of drug use/overdose, mental illness, explicit language and mentions of sex.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

They knew it’d be good, the first time they were all ‘together, together.’ Healing what was broken, solidifying the bonds that have been strained for so long. Elliot’s neighbors definitely got an earful.

After that things get better.

Rue finally drags Elliot down to an NA meeting. He doesn’t know if it’ll work for him, but Rue insists they helped save her life. Turns out it’s not all bullshit. Wanting to be sober helps too. Y/N and Jules entertain themselves while they’re gone.

Whatever worries the four of them had about the logistics of all this seem silly now. The idea that this would someday end also felt impossible.

The longer they stayed there, hole up in Elliot’s apartment, the less desire anyone had to leave. Like they might all just stay crammed into one tiny bed for the rest of their lives.

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Y/N’s belly is growing by the day. A happy, healthy baby kicking away inside. Jules feels the first one, entirely by coincidence. Or maybe it was the sound of her voice that sent a tiny foot soaring into her palm. Jules’ smile is brighter than the sun.

The baby won’t move for Elliot, which becomes a running joke. Baby Vaughn-Collins already picked a favorite before he or she was even born. Jules and Elliot decide not to find out the sex until birth, but they all have predictions.

Y/N is thirty-four weeks along when the nursery is finally ready. She and Rue are invited over to see it. Cream colored walls, with soft gender neutral pastels, turn their former guest room into a rainforest themed oasis for their bundle of joy.

“It’s beautiful,” Rue tells them, running her finger tips over the soft sheets inside the crib.

Jules smiles, “I still can’t believe it.”

Elliot is unusually quiet. Y/N pulls him aside, into the hallway.

“Cold feet?”

“Nah. It’s just all getting real, you know? Filling out all that paperwork-”

“Did you change your mind?” Y/N asks, even though it’s too late to really change his mind.

“This was a terrible idea and I’m so sorry.”

“Elliot, what?”

“When this is over you’re gonna understand.” He runs a hand over his face. “You’re gonna be happy for me and Jules. You’re gonna think that everything is the way it’s supposed to be and all is right with the world. Your life will go on, you’ll watch them grow up with the best parents any kid could ask for.

You’ll come to their birthday parties, help with their homework, and maybe even coach their soccer team. You’ll worry when they’re sick. They’ll love you and you’ll love them. Most times it’ll make you happy-”

“Elliot stop, it’s ok.” Y/N cuts him off. “It’ll be ok, we’ll figure it out. Maybe sometimes I’ll be sad. Like when I leave the hospital without a baby for the first time. Or the first few weeks when I’m all swollen and in pain, I’ll probably cry myself to sleep-”

Elliot wraps her up in his arms. “Come stay with us. Or we’ll stay with you guys. Whatever is better for you and Rue and the kids, but please don’t fucking do that.”

“No, that’s part of it.” Y/N murmurs against his neck. “Part of letting go, we have to allow that separation. You have to let yourself feel it.”

“Did your therapist tell you to do that?” Elliot draws back slightly to look at her. “He’s fucking fired.”

“You can’t fire my therapist, Elliot.” Y/N laughs, “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Bullshit,” he snaps. “I’m glad you did. Rather than having to find out later. Does Rue know?”

“Yeah. She’ll be with me.” Rue knows everything.

“And I don’t get the option to be with you?” That’s the rub isn’t it? She’s his once removed. Not his wife, not the mother of his children, not his anything.

“We can discuss it.” Y/N agrees. “All four of us, there are four people in this. Not just me and you.”

Elliot nods, “fine, yeah.”

“I love you and I’m glad we had this talk.” God, that feels weird. It’s good to have discussions instead of just doing things and watching them blow up in their faces. That’s part of finding a better thing.

“I just love you.”

“I know.” That’s why they fight. Why they always have and why they always will.

“I don’t want you to feel alone in this. Or like you only have Rue. You have me and Jules.”

Maybe they could all stay together…just for a little while.

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Y/N is thirty-nine weeks and one day pregnant at Jules and Elliot’s baby shower. The timing is slightly precarious because the date kept getting moved around. No sign of baby yet, just Braxton hicks contractions that wake Y/N from a dead sleep.

Rue’s been amazing through the whole thing, she wakes with Y/N. Rubbing her back, whispering soothing words, that she’s safe and loved. That’s she’s ok and this won’t last forever.

The baby shower is beautiful, small and intimate, at Elliot and Jules’ house. Their friends and family are very accepting of their situation. Even though not everyone fully understands it. Like Fez, for example, who’s just arriving with a giant box.

He’s been happy in his new life. Without the drugs or the dealing or…Ash. He has Lexi and their children to ground him. Keep him motivated. Somehow time marches on.

“Jules?” Someone taps Y/N on the shoulder.

“Uh, no.” Y/N smiles, turning to face them. It’s not anyone she’s seen before, but the woman reminds her of someone she knows very well. “I’m just…incubating. Jules is around here somewhere.” Y/N looks to the long white table, adorned with mint green ribbons, where Jules was just a minute ago.

“How do you know Elliot?”

“He’s my friend.” Y/N tells her, feeling Cameron tug at her hand.

“Mommy, can I have some more snacks?”

“Yeah, baby. Go ahead.” Y/N ruffles his curls before he rips back across the room.

“Is he yours?” She knows. Cameron looks just like him.

“Yes.” Y/N clears her throat, growing more uncomfortable by the second. “So, how do you know Elliot?”

“I’m his mother.”

His mother. Y/N’s heart clenches. Elliot has only seen his mother a handful of times since he went to live with this aunt and cousin. If they’re on speaking terms, he hasn’t mentioned it.

Y/N isn’t sure what to do and she can’t see Elliot among the crowd anywhere. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too.”

“Will you excuse me for a moment?” It’s rude, Y/N knows it is. But this feels wrong, Elliot or Jules should be here. Not her, it isn’t her place.

“Of course.” The woman smiles softly.

Y/N dashes down the hall, and up the stairs to the second floor bathroom. She jiggles the handle only to find it locked. Come on. She needs to pee and have a breakdown. Y/N doesn’t knock, taking a seat on Elliot and Jules’ bed and pulling out her cell phone to text Rue while she waits.

‘Hiding in the bedroom. Someone’s in the bathroom and I really have to go. I might jump out the window and climb onto the top of the garage, then use the trash cans to get down, so I can leave without anyone seeing me. Do you think I’ll make it?’

Rue’s response comes a few seconds later. ‘No, I do not think your pregnant ass will make it. What happened?’

‘Elliot’s mom is here.’

‘I just ran into her and Jules’ mom.’

‘Why is she here?’

‘I don’t know. I didn’t send the invites, but Jules and Elliot are M.I.A.’

Y/N sighs. ‘I’m gonna knock and see who’s in the bathroom.’

‘You prepared an escape plan without knocking?’

‘Uh, yeah. Updates to follow.’

‘At the edge of my seat.’

Y/N can feel Rue shaking her head.

Knock, knock.

“There’s a bathroom downstairs.” A voice replies from inside.

“Elliot?”

“Y/N?” The door creaks open.

Not just Elliot, but Jules. “You guys having a quickie? Elliot you know your mom’s here, right?”

“I didn’t think she’d actually show.” He admits, she never has before. “You left Rue alone with her?”

“Rue’s been warned, Fez and Lexi are down there. They’ll man the fort. She was more interested in Cameron though. Good luck explaining that.”

“Shit.”

Jules lets out a watery laugh and Y/N gets a good look at her as she steps onto the tile floor. Elliot moving to lock the door behind Y/N.

The blonde’s eyes are red and puffy, she’s been crying. Seated on the lid of toilet seat.

“Jules what happened?” Y/N closes the distance between them, crouching downs between Jules’ knees so they’re at eye level.

“My mom.”

“What did she do?”

“Nothing.” Jules looks away, swiping the back of her hand over her cupid’s bow. “She was actually really nice.”

“Why are you crying?” Y/N pushes a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.

“Because…like,” Jules takes a deep breath, “what if I mess up?”

“With the baby?”

“Yeah? What if I mess them up? I can’t do this. Elliot can do this, I’m not ready. And he waited for so long for me to like catch up.” She looks to her husband in defeat. Clearly it’s not his first time hearing this. “But I can’t because I’m so fucked up because of what she-”

“I know what she did, Jules.” Y/N whispers. “But you are not gonna do that.”

“How do you know?”

Y/N takes Jules hand softly, placing it on her belly between them. “I know you. I know how much you want this and I know you’re scared. I know why you’re scared. Motherhood is scary, you love your baby so much. You’ll worry about them and you’ll mess up sometimes, everyone does. But you’ll keep learning and trying and you will be an amazing mom.”

“I want to be.”

“We’re in this together.” Y/N reminds her. “Me and Rue will help, whatever you need. If you’re feeling overwhelmed or tired or whatever, we’ve got you. Elliot’s got you.”

“I don’t want to be a burden. I know you’ve got your own stuff going on with the Rue and the kids and like…healing after the baby.”

“This relationship is not a burden to me.” Y/N says, patiently. “You are not a burden, Jules. I love you so much. I love being with you. I love spending time with you. You make me so happy.”

“No,” Jules argues, “I love you. You make me happy.”

“Are you really gonna argue about a mutual feeling?” Elliot chimes in.

“Yeah.” Y/N cocks her head to the side. “I felt it first.”

“I felt it stronger though.”

“Unfuckingbelievable.” Elliot chuckles.

Y/N used to feel bad for him, being surrounded by all of them, all of the time. She doesn’t anymore, he clearly enjoys it.

“Be with me after.” Jules says, kissing Y/N’s hands and then her belly.

It’s still under review, what would happen when the baby came. If they were all staying together, it would have to be at Y/N and Rue’s house.

Jules and Elliot would bring over the bassinet and set up shop. They would bond with their baby and Y/N and Rue would keep their schedules. Sawyer and Cameron would have a blast with everyone under one roof. Y/N would have support if and when she needed it. They would all have extra support and the pitch did come with a lot of perks.

“Are you sure?” Y/N asks anyway.

“Be with me, please?” Jules whispers.

Y/N takes a deep breath, “ok.” She still has to pee though.

Elliot and Jules excuse themselves, waiting for her to finish. The plan was to go back to the party together. But-

“Guys?” Y/N calls, from inside the bathroom.

“Yeah?”

“Get Rue.”

“What’s wrong?” Jules wonders, rattling the doorknob.

“My water just broke.”

Part 8