#//Birthed that little nugget; like FUCK is he going to leave them out of arms reach
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Kaeya is definitely the sort of parent who prefers to sleep in the same bed as his baby.
#hc; kaeya#//Birthed that little nugget; like FUCK is he going to leave them out of arms reach#//Especially the first few days after the birth; he'd be SO anxious every time they've gotta be apart#//ESP considering the kinds of shit he gets up to; the last thing he wants if sb with a grudge getting em & him being too far to get there#//Takes a good long leave until they're able to be left with a sitter (gets Noelle to deliver him paperwork so he can still help)#//And even then; after leave’s up; prolly brings the baby in to work to have around for paperwork duty#//Might leave them to Noelle or Lisa if he HAS to head out; or might suck it up & make the trek to the Winery to ask Addie for help#//Gets a protective barrier between himself and the baby so he doesn't accidentally smother them & around the bed so they don't fall tf off#//Love the idea of him being like. Ahsoka’s mom in Star Wars; brings the baby along during patrols when they are old enough to handle it#//Deffo gets an earful from Addie the Instant she hears abt it#//Prolly teaches the kid self-defense Real early on like his dad did for him; too#//Makes Kae feel a little more reassured and comfortable giving them more space/time on their own the older they get#//V smotheringly protective at first; but gets better over time; esp if the kid wants to be more independent#//Or enough ppl tell him to let the kid be such. Knows they gotta fend for themself at some point but like#//He hated having to do so whenever his dad had to take care of things; & felt like he had to even at the Ragnvindr’s#//Never wants his kid to feel that#//Might end up parenting them the same way he does Klee with enough encouragement/time accepting this#//But the first couple years would be Rough#//Idk; brainrotting of Kae being a parent 🥺#//Rotating the concept in my brain like a centrifuge jdbfbw#//Deffo would be easier on him overall if he had a partner/co-parent; he for a Fact would not mind having a kid without one#//Even with the stresses of it all
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The Home Coming
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When Henry returns to a depressed pregnant wife its his mission to get his girls back to normal, even if it means a showdown with a new mother at the Paige’s preschool.
Warnings: Swearing, Fluff, Angst, Anxiety and Self esteem issues
A/N: so here is another House to home chapter! wanted this to be a sweet romantic chapter to a point not entierly sure about it but its finished so I hope you all enjoy
Taglist: @two-unbeatable-beaters @thatgirly81 @angelofthorr @iloveyouyen @sofiebstar @thefangirlsblog
Henry sighed as the phone rang, he was trying to videocall you but you hadn't answered. He was going to surprise you, filming had over run and he'd been held back an extra two weeks but was currently by the side of your house hiding around the drive he was going to call you and do the whole 'look outside' thing but was loosing hope fast that you would answer. Then suddenly he was greeted with Paiges face holding the phone awkwardly as all children seemed to do.
"Hey poppet! What are you doing with Mummys phone?" She smiled and squealed at him.
"DADDYYY! HI DADDY!" He chuckled watching the way she moved clumsily through the house catching glimpses of kal as he followed her as she went up the stairs, his heart jumped as she moved fast and unsteady tipping this way and that.
"Hey! hey no running! You'll fall! That's it baby, good girl now what have you been doing today then little lady?" She grinned angling the phone to her face where he got a clear view up her nose.
"I went- I went to school! And then we did painting and did our letters and numbers and I got another star on my chart! Then I've been cheering up Mummy...When are you gonna come home Daddy? Shes sad and I think you can make her better..." Henry frowned you were all smiles when he phoned and face timed whats changed?.
"Paige what? Shes sad? Why baby? whats-how do you know Mummy is sad?" She hummed stopping finally holding the phone correctly he could tell she had just sat on the top step of the staircase as kal moved sitting beside her nudging her for a hug. She slung her little arm around his back making him pant happily.
"Well she just is....She stays in her pajamas most of the time and she is sad she cries sometimes..She doesn't think I hear her but I do...And she misses you, she cries in the bathroom and gets angry cos she can't have a bath" Henry frowned that the way Paige had said it, almost like its been happening for a while. He swallowed the lump in his throat.
"Its since the mean lady" Henry blinked confused.
"What lady? What happened to mummy baby?" Paige looked left and right then leaned into the phone
"The-theres a new girl at play school...Shes mean and she kicks and scratches people she keeps getting sent home cos shes bad! and her Mummy is the same...She-she called me and Mummy liars! And she said your not my real Daddy! And Mummy was bad for telling me you was!...Y-you are my real Daddy aren't you?" Henry was shocked to say the least! Just what the fuck has been going on he has never ever heard his little nugget ask something so fucking ridiculous!
"Of course I'm your real Daddy poppet! And don't you let anyone ever tell you otherwise little lady! What else has this nasty lady said?" Henry had to hold back as there was many swear words trying to creep into his outburst and he didn't need Paige to start repeating them.
"Well....Then she was really mean to Mummy calling her names! For a few while ,she said Mummy was fat and lazy and that if you were my Daddy you wont love her anymore when you come home... She was really mean and made Mummy sad....I told Mummy not to listen but she smiles and says she is okay...But she isn't...Patty is still nasty she said her Mummy said that you wasn't my Daddy cos Mummy doesn't have her ring on... " Henry took a moment your not wearing your ring? "Mummy doesn't wear her ring?" Paige hummed and tilted her head
"It's on a necklace..She was sad her fingers don't fit!" Ah, that makes sense your hands and feet swelt whilst you was pregnant with Paige...
Still Henry was shocked you would keep this from him, he could hardly believe what he was hearing. Why hadn't you said anything? Why was you letting this get to you? You were fucking amazing sexy and just drop dead gorgeous! And you wasn't fat you were pregnant ... which Henry found incredibly attractive anyway, he loved when you was pregnant, glowing carrying a piece of him inside you. It did things to him, he just loved how when people saw you they saw him to, they saw what he had done. Sure people knew what you'd done when they saw Paige but when you were pregnant it was...a piece of him was still there inside you growing.
He felt honoured that you'd allow him to do that, allowed him to get you pregnant, to undergo such a drastic bodily change. Sure women gain a little weight but he didn't care fuck if it bothered you once he gets the go ahead after the birth he will help you loose weight with giving you regular cardio bedroom style....Even if you didn't want to loose it you'd be undergoing some pretty strenuous cardio with him any way.
"Paige, thank you for telling me your a very good girl and I'm proud of you for helping her feel better but could you put your Mother on the phone please?" She looked up and sighed shaking her head.
"No Daddy, shes sleeping she tries not to but she can't help it! We was watching Paddington and she fell asleep....I was gon' get her fuzzy blankie" he watched as Paige got up moving but he called out to her sighing."No no your not carrying that down the stairs...Poppet come open the front door but be quiet don't wake your mother" she frowned but smiled moving down the steps slower than she had scaled them. Henry circled back to the front of the house waiting by the front door.
"Fuuckdge!-Hold the banisTER...Jesus...Your going to be the death of me child...God I hate watching you on the stairs nugget" she grinned as she made it to the last step then skipped to the door she heard a small sound from Henry ending the call and opened the door.
She jumped up at him happily giving him kisses as the tears started. He managed to slip into the house relatively quietly muffling Paige's sobs in his shoulder as he tucked one arm under her bottom a she moved reaching up to cuddle into his neck. He moved slowly sliding his suit case by the front door as he closed it, he rocked Paige shushing her trying to sooth her. His other hand was petting and excited Kal who was jumping up at him for his own cuddle.
"I know princess I know....Shh I've missed you to poppet, but I'm home now...That’s it.... Oh baby don't cry see? look daddy's back nugget and I've got a long time home now...Shh shhh good girl...You've been so good looking after Mummy and the baby for me huh?" She nodded whining into him still crying her heart out. He sighed kissing her head.
Henry moved through the house seeing you crashed out on the sofa, he could see from here you wasn't yourself it was...Uou were his other half, his soulmate and even asleep he could just tell. He sighed looking down and kissed Paige's hair. He would leave you to sleep. Knowing just how tired you got around this time of the pregnancy, the months finally catching up with you and it was almost like your body tried to hibernate readying itself for the big day.
He moved around the sofa sitting in his armchair with Paige curled up on his chest. She sniffled a little fingers twisting into his blazer. He rocked slowly calming his little girl just watching you on the sofa wincing every now and then as you shifted. Our back must be playing up....And your breasts to by the way you held them protectively cupping the now huge mounds in your hands trying to ease their tenderness even in slumber. He sighed and slowly began to plan the night, he had to get you alone to talk, if what Paige said was true then you would be down and most likely have a panic attack or break down.
He knew the final term of pregnancy takes its toll on you physically and emotionally and with this woman's cruel jabs you were probably down with low self esteem so he had to do something. Talk you through whatever silly notions had been put in your head and then look after you...He would dote on you and Paige. A smile graced his face when he put together a plan.
"Hey poppet...Do you want to help Daddy with something?" She looked up head still on his chest, he moved wiping away stubborn tears.
"Wiv what Daddy?" He smiled at her then cast you a look, you really looked tired, not that he was surprised you were over eight months pregnant and still had to run around after Paige and kal alone. He cursed himself he would have given anything to be here for you but he had to work, provide for his growing family. He knew you didn't have anything against him working and you would never be angry over the long months apart. In that respect he was blessed not once had you ever used his absence against him even in the most bitter of disagreements, they were rare but they happened...Usually you were right and it ended up with him making it up to you in some overly cliché romantic way where you'd forgive him just to end the cheese fest.
"Well poppet I think I should use tonight to pamper my ladies...Do you know where Mummy’s nail varnish is?" Paige perked up giving one final sniffle and sat up
."Mummy’s nail varnish?... Can I have painted nails to?" Henry nodded at her tucking some loose curls behind her ears.
"Yes baby you can have painted toes to if you like!....I think Daddy has to make it up to his two special girls for being late. So I'm going to pamper the two of you....I will run Mummy a bubble bath and help her wash then I will paint your and Mummy’s toes and make some hot chocolate and we can make doggy pile in the den and watch a film...Does that sound good?" She smiled brightly
"And foot rubs Daddy?" He sighed and nodded
"Absolutely poppet! Now come on first things first lets look for some treats!" She smiled as he walked with her to the kitchen...he had an idea of what to do, a favorite of yours that he doesn't think you've had in years...Apple pie toasty and it was something Paige could help with...If you have the apples which you probably did for Paige's snacks.
"Aha! Here we go!" He sat Paige on the counter top and pulled a bag of apples from the fridge drawer where they kept longer he pulled out a medium pan and set it bedside Paige.
"Could you put a little bit a water in that baby girl?" She looked a little confused as Henry moved around the kitchen pulling out a chopping board apple corer and knife.
"Daddy? Mummy says you shouldn't cook....’member the soup...Shouldn't we go wake her and...Ask?" Henry rolled his eyes still moving about tipping out the small bag of apples
"Well baby the soup was...A one off”
"Daddy tomato soup's meant to be red...not brown"
"Yes...I know tha-”
"Did you though?" Henry eyed his child...Wow she really got sassy he raised a brow at her and a staring contest ensued... Henry lost his daughter was a force to be reckoned with at nearly four!! Fuck it was beginning to frighten him.
"As I was saying Missy-we are allowed to make these...Mummy’s favorite hot snack I used to make these for her all the time when we just started dating...And now I'm going to teach you pumpkin we are making special apple pie pockets! Now quickly I need some water in there just a little bit." Paige hummed and shrugged crawling the few inches swinging her legs into the deep butler sink and placed the pot under the tap filling about and inch or so.
"That enough daddy?" Henry moved peeking over and smiled.
"That’s perfect poppet here no-No daddy will move it you will spill baby!" He quickly moved the pot by the chopping board and came back guiding Paige as she crawled over and plopped herself down between the pot and chopping board.
"Now baby girl can you put the sliced apple in the pot once daddy has done it?" She nodded enthusiastically watching as Henry made quick work of the apples
"Daddy whats that thing?" She asked she said pointing to the apple corer as she collected the apple slices and popped them in the water.
"This? Well here you want a go?...Hold it with daddy that’s it... see we put it over the stem of the apple and push really hard!...That’s it push push push there we go! Well done!" She smiled as she pulled back and the center of the apple came with it.
"And that’s how we get the core out now wait right there and daddy will quickly chop these up and we can start cooking!" She smiled kicking her feet as Henry made quick work of the apples Paige dutifully collected them she dropped a few slices here and there but Kal was quick to catch them mid fall making Paige giggle loudly and 'drop' a few more to Kal who was tap dancing for more.
"Hey poppet no more for Kal or you wont have any filling in yours, now we add sugar and Cinnamon" she smiled as Henry held out a table spook letting her add the dry ingredients before getting her down.
"Right now poppet go get Mummy’s nail varnishes...and the bottle of baby lotion...The pink bottle by the sink okay? can you do that for daddy?" she nodded and ran off making him call out for her to slow down. he moved the pot to the hob turning it on a low heat before moving to prepare the living room.
It took little sneaking but Henry smiled, he had gone all across the house with Paige's help collecting your favorite blankets and pillows piling them in the den where you had a larger tv with surround sound and got a film ready Tangled was decided for tonight....It was one of Paige's but he knew you liked it to and besides it was more about having one huge family cuddle then watching the film.
Finally Henry left the den walking to the back of the sofa to look at you still asleep good you looked like you needed it, he heard Paige’s foot steps quickly running out of the kitchen slapping the tiled floor
"Daddy? Daddy the apples!" oh fuck he quickly turned running to the kitchen collecting Paige by one arm hoisting her to his hip as he did they were just about to overflow he quickly slid it off the heat they must be ready by now.
"whoa! thank you poppet that could have been our snacks gone!" she peeked over the pot from on Henry's hip
"What do we do now Daddy?" he smiled and kissed her head
"To the apples or for the night?...Well the apples now have to cool so i am going to go draw a bubble bath and give you a bath and get your hair done then give mummy a bath to! then after we are going to sit and watch a flim while Daddy paints your nails and makes the toasties!" Paige smiled giggling looking forward to the night.
It didn't take long to draw the bath and wash Paige, she loved when Henry washed her hair nearly falling asleep as he spent al long as he could massaging her scalp, he actually had a hell of a job supporting her by the back of the neck as she lolled back and forth slipping around in the large tub. But he love this it was something he enjoyed since first bringing her home before long Paige was dry and wrapped up in her new fluffy onesie half asleep and playing in her room. Henry had cut up some fruit snacks and a babybell leaving Kal and Paige in her room to play with the promise of collecting her for movie night! Finally it came to you he took a moment to admire you then crouched next to you, he had covered you with a throw earlier. And thats how you woke.
You blinked bleary eyed feeling something was off and frowned. Then gasped quickly sitting up readying to hit and kick out at the man in front of you. Just as you did you blinked and realized it was your husband before you.
"Henry?! You-when did you? Oh god how long have I been asleep!?" You quickly moved to get up looking around frantically for Paige. You winced holding your back. Fuck it hurt, not even just and ache it was a throbbing pull screaming with every movement.
Henry stood and moved his arms around you holding you still rubbing his heavy palms across your back soothing the ache. He moved closer pressing his face into your neck kissing you lightly then moved to whisper in your ear then tugged you close rocking slowly with you still massaging your tense back. He frowned he could feel the knots and hard muscles tensing and straining below his palms. A wave of guilt passed over him ,he should have been here! to help ease your pain! It was him who insisted on a second child and he felt as though he just abandoned you during the long months of uncomfortable pregnancy just to show up at the end and 'claim his prize' like a dead beat dad. Henry took a deep breath trying to push aside his guilt tonight was for you and Paige.
"Paige is fine, she's had her bath and is upstairs playing in her room with kal ready for bed, and you my absolute stunner of a wife have your own bath waiting~" you blinked as he pulled away and scooped you up with ease, he noticed to tense and struggle.
"No Henry put me down! I’m too big!" The words were out before you could stop them he stood still, hands gripping you tighter not willing to let you go.
"Babe even if you was pregnant with triplets, quintuplets! You my love will never ever be to big for a carry! Now come on, we are going to have a nice long chat about these new found thoughts whilst your in the bath!" You whined at the tone he sounded serious his deep voice almost scary. You cringed still trying to ease your weight off of him but he made quick work of scaling the stairs.
Once in the bathroom you were quickly deposited on the counter and Henry moved shutting the door then turned on you quickly drawing you into a deep needy kiss his tongue forcing his taste on your tongue as his hands roamed your swollen stomach caressing your unborn child then moved higher dragging your tshirt up over your stomach sighing when his hot palm met the skin of your stomach and he moved trailing kisses down the side of your neck leaving licks and nips along the way.
"H-Henry!...Hen-No stop we-you don't have to!". You pulled away gasping and whining trying to fight back the tears in your eyes so he wouldn't see just how far your self esteem had plummeted. He pulled back but you wouldn't meet his eyes and tried to shimmy off the counter, trying to use your huge stomach to push him back to slide own to your feet. He was having none of it you pressed forward and so did he meeting you in the middle, his strength jolted your knees apart and he stood between them and then closed them around his hips. You took a breath cringing knowing he must feel the extra padding on your soft thighs.
You twitched trying to pull back, to widen your legs so he wouldn't feel how fat you'd got but his huge hands held the outside of your legs keeping them clamped around him.
"I know I don't have to...But I want to! My fucking perfect woman! You are gorgeous how could I not want you?!" You squinted shaking your head at him..How? How could he? This was just that he felt obligated to kiss you and caress you in your state! He sighed and moved a hand to cup your chin.
"Love...Whatever she said is wrong...Yes I know...I face timed you and Paige answered you were asleep...I was hiding down the side of the house had a whole cheesy romeo and Juliet ensemble planned ...To beg for my queens forgiveness for being so late home...She told me everything." You sighed shaking your head that little girl really was to smart for her own good!
"H-henry you can't-I'm fat look at me?! I-I'm fat and hairy and just UGH! And I've got a shit load of new stretch marks and I...I've gained a lot of extra weight and my boobs are all veiny and ugly please stop lying to me- I know what your looking at! I see this fucking thing in the mirror each day!" Henry tugged your tshirt completely off grabbing our hips and dragged you forward forcing his erection to grind against you and dragged his teeth across your neck, you jumped as he growled low into the flesh trapped in his jaws latching his hot mouth onto the throbbing vein below before sucking harshly, locking his teeth into the sensitive flesh. You whined trying to pull away he moved closer determined to devoure you, wanting to leave his mark across your skin he parted with soothing licks before groaning pleased with the dark mark forming on the sweet skin.
"GOOD! then you know how gorgeous and sexy and soft and glowing and scrumptious you look! My god woman your fucking perfection! A goddess who somehow I managed to trick into marrying me....Fuck your pregnant and healthy and sexy and mine! Mine!. My lover, best friend, soulmate ,better half .Mother to my children and most of all my incredibly beautiful wife! God if only you knew how fucking stunning you was! I'm trying so hard not to fuck you right now! if I didn't think it would hurt our son I'd already be in your fucking tight little cunt!" You flushed at his words each chipping away at the cold lead ball in your chest.
"Just what happened anyway? what has this fucking bitch said?" you gasped it was rare for Henry to swear well since Paige anyway.
"Henry it doesn't-" you shook your head trying to turn away from him but he was faster cupping. Both sides of your face drawing your gaze back to him he leaned in kissing you tenderly before pulling back resting his forehead to yours. His eyes ablaze, a swirling mix of anger ,love, desire but mostly worry. He was worried for you anxious and rearing to go ready to fight away all your fears and doubts.
"Don't give me that shit woman! your sitting here shying away from me! the last time you did that was on our first night together! what ever happened has got to you, got to Paige and I'm not going to fucking stand here and let it eat away at you! Now tell me what happened...I can't fix it if I don't know love" you wavered he was right but ...Was retelling what happened really going to help? or would he just get angry? You hated to admit it but you found this pregnancy hard, things were different and you'd put on a few more pounds then you had with Paige and it was noticeable. you took a deep breath will he think your stupid? over reacting? you sighed recounting just this had all started.
You were self conscious and had managed to ignore it until...Yes until the woman at the nursery made a few comments a new woman-Abbey just enrolled her gremlin....and it was a gremlin! a nasty little girl Patty the same age as Paige who has already made her self the terror of the group being sent home three times in her first week for being mean and fighting the typical scratching biting toddler but more she was nearly four years old and already a bully but it wasn't really her fault she was just spoilt. Lets just say if Paige ever spoke to you the way this child spoke to her mother she'd be on the naughty step with a sore ass. But this woman was all smiles at first not really your cup of tea but you played nice being polite and friendly, you was an adult...Then she found out who you was. Paige had come around to the idea that her dad was superman after seeing him on some billboards and the tv adverts and suddenly just like that she switched sides and was team superman much to Henry's joy!
But it had caused a problem at the preschool. It was show and tell and Paige had went in wearing her supergirl tshirt and took a magazine with a double page spread on Henry's new film and told everyone that her daddy was superman, all of the children who had seen Henry at the nursery had gotten excited. The new girl had upset her calling her a liar and tore the book shouting the words 'He isn't really your daddy!'. That had really stuck with Paige and she had come out bawling her eyes out asking who her daddy was. You were fucking livid when her teacher came over and explained. Enter the little gremlins mother slinking up with a smirk.
"I'm sorry about Patty but she has a thing about liars she can't help herself" you blinked not believing what this bitch just said. You laughed and her face dropped.
"Excuse me?...My daughter isn't lying... That’s her father" she laughed condescending smoothing her brats pigtails.
"Yes I'm sure you've told her that! We single mothers have to tell them something about their daddies who skipped out on them, but superman is to far don't you think? Shes made a fool of herself in front of the class and will be teased for lying" you looked to Micah’s mother Fran who you were now close with and gaped. Fran shrugged
"I'm not a single mother" the woman snorted
"Well there’s no ring~"
"I’m pregnant it doesn't fit at the moment but I'm wearing it here" she had jeered at you as you pointed to the ring dangling from your necklace.
"Sorry if I don’t buy that...There’s nothing to be ashamed of I’m a single mother to but really lying to your own daughter very bad parenting don't you think?" You could have floored this cunt! You were seriously contemplating it. Fran stepped in to save the day...well save the woman from bitch slap galore!
"She's not a single mother and that is her husband...And I think as a new comer you should calm yourself down!a you and your daughter have been nothing but rude and out of line!" the woman scoffed at her then looked around.
"Excuse me! We have been nothing but fucking pleasant to you stuck up lot of ass wipes! My baby is a strong willed child and will grow up to be a strong minded self made women! and I apologize if I don't believe that a man like that would look twice at this fatty seriously pregnancy isn't a reason to let yourself go! Honestly why would anyone bother with her and take on someone else's kid...She really has you fooled?" Fran gasped
"Not fooled! We know because he is always here picking up Paige... and she isn't fat shes pregnant with his second! Maybe you should go and do some fucking homework before coming here and running your mouth! And teach your brat some manners whilst your at it!"
And that was all it took, the nasty woman had gone online and found photos and interviews, mainly one recent Ellen DeGeneres show that Paige gate crashed and from then on the woman had a grudge against you. Apparently her husband left her and signed away his parental rights away leaving her a bitter single mother and she had tried making friends with you because you never showed up with a man and had no ring leaving her to think you were a man hating single pringle yourself!. Not fucking likely! She became nasty and over the last two months her snide comments had chipped away at you. You knew it was some stupid playground bullshit, just a woman who never grew out of secondary school drama! But it had got to you.
Henry brought you out of your thoughts, you'd played the scenario over and over sometimes thinking of ways you could have changed the outcome, other times you were thinking of snippy comebacks and insults. Everything was to late though.
"Please love?...I know it has something to do with the new little girl at preschool, Paige has already asked me if I’m her real Father or not...So know what ever has happened was big" you looked at him shocked would he think you said something? put that in her head you panicked grabbing his hands praying he would listen before popping off at you.
"H-Henry I swear I didn't say anything! she- Abbey and her daughter have just had it in for us! Paige she took in a magazine- a superman vs batman ad....She was showing you off to her class she was so happy so so excited to let everyone know that you were superman!" Henry nodded now knowing that he was getting the full story.
"Yes I remember you saying she was doing that- but what happened? how did that turn into all this?" you swallowed recounting the first incident.
"Patty-The new girl is a bully-”
"Yes Paige said she kicks and scratches...Being sent home to?"
"Yeah shes a nasty little girl...Well Patty has never seen you before at nursery so..She called Paige a liar and got into two and eight with her...She said you wasn't her real Daddy...Then after school Miss Bou had to have a word with Abbey about Patty's behavior...Abbey took it wrong and accused me of lying to Paige about her Father and called me a bunch of names, Fran stepped in and snapped at her...Apparently cos I didn't have my ring on my finger Abbey though I was a single mother like her and got angry when-"
"When it turns out your not and are married to me?" you nodded cringing as you replayed the first incident in your head.
"Yeah...She continued telling Patty that Paige doesn't have a daddy and obviously kids talk..Paige got so upset I did sit her down and talk with her but it was...She needed to hear it from you I think" Henry nodded lips in a firm line
"Well she has, I will sit her down and have a more in depth talk......I'm fucking livid though...Not at you and don't you think that for a second, I'm angry that Paige is already dealing with this shit! and that you had to deal with it alone...I should have been here for you-"
"NO! no don't do that Henry it wouldn't have made a blind bit of difference...This? I would have brushed it off if it hadn't been the pregnancy hormones...But I'm fine your fine we are all okay-" Henry looked down and pressed his hands to your stomach.
"Shh...I know...I know love I just wish you had told me! But you didn't want to worry me...I can understand that but I’m home now and tomorrow I will take care of it! But for now lets just relax and have a nice calm night hmm?" You took a deep breath feeling the tears well nodding.
You sighed looking down shit...your tits had fucking leaked again! That was the last straw, the flood gates opened you leaned to catch your face in your palms but Henry was quicker moving forward slipping his shoulder below your head letting you cry. "Oh honey whats wrong? Please we are fine, its okay whats? Oh-" you whined moving your hands to your boobs trying to hide the milk that was dripping adding to the wet patch on your shitty worn maternity bra.
"They- they wont stop oh god you must think this is gross!" Henry pulled back tutting shaking his head with a grin.
"Gross? The fact that your getting ready to feed our child? No love" he moved to unclip your bra taking it off he moved quickly to support your huge heavy breasts. You hissed as your breasts moved they were full and aching. Henry watched fascinated as your nipples leaked the tiny drops."Their sore huh?" You nodded whining as he lightly ran the pads of his thumbs over the nipples plucking them lightly encouraging them to release more making you weep in embarrassment.
"Well lets go time for a bath!"
Henry was still angry, at this woman for getting to you, at you for letting her words get to you but mostly he was angry at himself for not being here for his wife!. He made vows better or for worse! He had broke them plain and simple admittedly he had been working but you had needed him and he wasn't here he had been none the wiser. He hadn't been there to help you take care of yourself when you struggled to and that would eat away at him for a long time. But he had to push that aside you were still fragile your crying began to pick up again though whether it was from pain shame sadness or relief he couldn't tell. You cried into him not the pretty movie star pretty tears, the full on frustrated painful broken sobs that mad your face ache!
"I'm sor-rry I just..It's hard!...I-I know I'm b-bigger than last time...And then she said a-all those things and Paige was u-up-set and she started w-worrying...Then I c-could-dnt shave and the stretch ma-marks got worse and my back hurt so-o I stopped running and-and now I'm fat and ugly and I want this baby out! It hurts he is so heavy and I-I can't sleep or move or do anything! I just sit and eat! And you w-wont want me anymore! I c-can't do this any-anymore! And wh-when you finally come ho-home I’m fucking squirting milk all over you!" You broke down explaining through heartbreaking sobs and he just held you tight rubbing your back in slow circles.
"Don't be silly my love! Of course I want you! I love you! And I'm here now to fix everything I promise... come on my beautiful wife I hate seeing you like this! And don't worry about the milk it happens! I don't mind love shh shh....Come on come here... Here lets get you in here, have a nice long soak off with all this" he moved around you skillfully removing your leggings leaving butterfly kisses across your skin making you smile
"Please y/n I love you don't ever ever question that...you are everything to me! You complete me and have given me an incredible little girl a beautiful home and now this... A little boy of my own, you make each day worth waking up for, you have brightened up my whole life! And gave me my dream of having a family...I love you and nothing will ever change that, don't let some woman s jealousy hang over you" you smiled sheepishly his sweet words ,meant so much to you his sincerity and conviction was enough to snap you out of your funk.
"Oh? Is that a smile? Oh I think it is~ oh my! Don’t tell me that Henry struck again with his boyish charm?" You giggled at him but then without wasting time he hoisted you into the steaming water...you sighed and cringed as you leaned back expecting Henry to leave but he didn't.
Instead he moved to the side collecting your razor and shaving cream placing them on the counter by the sink then moved dipping a flannel into the hot water then wrung it out placing it on your aching breasts you sighed as the milk flowed free faster releasing the pressure.
"Thank you love that’s better already, I will call you to help me out-Henry? what are you-" you were confused when he turned around grabbing a few more things he peeked over his shoulder and wriggled his eyebrows at you
"Shh love~" he scolded then returned with a sugar honey bodyscrub and exfoliating mittens you chuckled as he snapped on the bright pink cheap mittens
"Now my love if you would just bend over and take a deep breath~" you laughed at him splashing some water at him.
"Henry?! you tit! don't make me laugh it hurts my back!" He rolled his eyes and freezes before quickly shrugging off his blazer and shirt staying there topless.
"Naked man servant enough for tonight?...Seeing as I probably shouldn't fuck you senseless~" You smiled shyly and peeked down at him licking your lips.
"Not sure your not naked yet" he smirked
"You naughty little minx!" he gasped before and made a show of slowly undoing his belt giving a seductive hip shimmy making you laugh out loud Henry trying to give a strip tease in bright pink exfoliating gloves was priceless. You flushed when finally he did a arms and legs spread tada! motion As he dropped his boxers and did a comical spin poseing his 'guns' for you like some fucking cheesy swimsuit model.
"Oh my god! Henry!?" He looked down and shrugged seeing his cock standing up right at the sight of you.
"What? Told you you were sexy I can't help it? I'm like a dog with a bone...Or should I say man with a boner?" You snorted at him falling into peels of laughter slipping lower into the water. He moved closer kneeling next to the tub and leaned over following your face peppering you with kisses you squirmed still giggling he just lowered his hands into the tub and held the back of your head holding you still sucking on your neck lathering you with soothing licks from his hot tongue.
"God I love you! your perfect and leave this woman to me~ I will set her straight myself, prove to everyone just how much I fucking crave you my perfect little wife!" you whined at him as he pressed froward capturing your lips in a heated kiss devouring you wholey making you finally melt into him, he smiled feeling you relax into his kiss feeling more relived now.
He pulled back and smirked as you blushed a dark red and gave him another chaste kiss feeling very silly abut your fears.
"Thank you love...I'm sorry I should have spoken to you earlier but ...I didn't want you to rush home and...Your work is important and I don't want to....You know" he nodded pressing his forehead to yours looking straight into your eyes.
"Zack would have understood that you needed me...but enough of that lets get you all clean and comfy! Paige and I have a nice night planned for the five of us" he said rubbing your bump that was peeking out of the water.
You smiled at him nodding and going to reach for the honey bodyscrub but Henry batted you away collecting it on his own glove covered palm and rubbed it through coating his hands then dipped a hand below the water and tugged your leg out of the tub to rest on the rim. You squeaked as the movement made you lean back against the slanted tub, you watched with weary eyes as he pressed small sweet kisses on your embarrassingly hair leg making you squirm but the man had a tight grip on your ankle.
He moved quickly rubbing the scrub in slow deep circles on your tense calf you moaned as he pressed the knots out of your skin moving in an unhurried manor up over your knee making you giggle as he ran his fingers on the underneath. He worked up your leg making you relax and close your eyes sighing. His motions were hard and soothing like a deep tissue massage then he lowered your leg rinsing it in the warm water and pulled your other leg out repeating the same process spoiling you, lavishing you with soft kisses and praising you whispering how sorry he was for not being here and how he was going to make this all up to you. finally both legs were washed and felt like jelly, he moved hissing as he seated his bare ass on the side of the tub reaching over he collected your razor and shaving cream and made quick work of collecting your leg carefully lathering it in the foam then began to drag the razor across you.
You didn't flinch or protest, you were thank full for it you needed a shave but hadn't really been able to reach, you'd been desperate enough even considering asking Paige but.....No. You loved when he did this...There was something strangely romantic in him taking care of you like this, just knowing that he didn't find your body gross sent little flutters in your chest. You watched silently enjoying the attention as he dragged the blade across your skin in long swipes concentrating on each drag of the blade then flicked it in the water until finally your leg was less werewolf more human.
"Woohoo look no cuts! lets go two for two shall we?" He lowered your leg back into the water with one parting open mouthed kiss on your bent knee making you giggle as he bit at it softly licking the now clean soft flesh. Sure enough he was quick to shave your other leg, avoiding cutting you which made him very proud of himself then he quickly pulled you down the length of the tub and began a soothing full body wash that just ended up being a massage. You both laughed as your son kicked out as his fathers hands each time he rubbed across the bump and soon it was a game, your baby trying to catch Henry with a kick. Finally though you were finished or you thought you was Henry was adamant about washing your hair you gave in dipping your hair into the water and lying back letting him scrub away the tension in your scalp using the lavender shampoo to help with the relaxing theme of the night. by the time you were squeaky clean you were half asleep his hands were heaven sent; like the rest of the man.
You felt the best you had in months not grotty, hairy and there was no pain anywhere just calm and relaxed so much so that you couldn't really move.
"You jumping in love?" you said over a yawn he shook his head slipping on his boxers you noticed that his erection was slowly going down. You were to far along and 'adult' time could start the labor...And as much as you couldn't wait for your baby boy to be here you wasn't going to risk anything, as far as you were concerned he could stay in your belly as long as he wanted just so long as he was a healthy baby on arrival.
Henry laughed as he carried you to your bed room patting you dry before wrangling you into your most comfortable fussy pajamas. you smiled at him lounging on the bed as he through on a t-shirt and bottoms of his own then helped you up knocking on Paige's room as you both walked past to go downstairs.
"Come on poppet! time for movie night!...Yes you to kal!" you smiled as Paige ran up to you hugging you tight and kissing your bump
"Are you better mummy?" you nodded to her
"Yes baby much better now...Daddy has taken care of me...But whats this about movie night? are we having snacks?"Paige smiled holding your hand and leaned back on her heels swinging happily.
"We-erm we got the apples!" Henry shushed her and quickly
"shh! that’s a surprise Paige-y" she quickly giggled as Henry hook an arm around her tummy picking her up and tickling her as he carried her down the stairs. You couldn't help the wide grin across your face. Who'd of thought just having a soothing bath and being taken care of by your man you'd snap out of your low mood. You followed as Henry directed you both into the den that was ready for a family movie night blankets and pillows galore almost like a huge slumber party. With in moments you and Paige were being treated to foot massages.
It was more comical then anything as Paige had never had a foot rub before and she was ticklish ,she caught Henry unawares and nearly took out his front teeth with a swift uncontrollable kick. He had retorted by quickly twisted around sitting on her legs and mercilessly tickled her feet until she was screaming and laughing you joined in blowing raspberries on her neck being careful of flailing limbs. She soon began whining and crying through her giggles and you both let up on her. she laid down picking through your nail varnish colours still wanting her her toes painted even thought she didn't want anyone to touch her feet...Which was going to be easy.
Henry flipped on the dvd to keep Paige occupied whilst you on the other hand had the task of painting the giggling child's toenails a bright aqua blue with tiny metallic pieces. Thankfully though years of painting your own nails meant you had it done in under five minuets.
"Now Paige be careful they won't be dry until the end of the film okay poppet?" She nodded smiling wriggling her little toes. With Paige finally settled you could lay back and relax. Henry got to work digging his skilled fingers into the soles of your feet rubbing away months of tension you moaned and flopped back into the mountain of pillows this was heaven you could get used to this. Henry watched the tv with Paige still working on the soles of your feet adding more baby lotion every now and then just as you were falling back to sleep Paige piped up she was hungry yawning she scratched her head and crawled onto your legs moving to press the side of her face on your belly wiping her eyes after her bath and tickles she was a very tired little nugget.
"Daddy...Daddy I'm hungry when can we have apples?" Henry smiled at her leaning over to kiss her head
"I will got do it now....You wanna stay here with Mummy?" she looked drowsely from him to you and nodded letting her head fall again onto your tummy. You smiled and ran your fingers through her hair, once Henry left Kal was quick to steal his warm spot lying with his spine against your legs head resting on your crossed feet. you moved bundling up Paige putting a pillow under her hips so she wasn't so twisted up and watched the tv. after some cursing and crashes and one broken plate later Henry returned holding the three plates high so you couldn't see what he had made.
"Paige? Paige come on snack time nugget" at the word snack the toddler was up and at'em hands held out high for food. You giggled then gasped when you saw what he had been slaving away over.
"OH?! Henry I-you haven't done these for years!" he smiled smugly.
"I know...Paige helped me so they might be sweeter this time...she added to much cinnamon so we had to add more sugar to didn't we nugget?" she hummed not really listening picking up the sugar sprinkled toasty to take a big bite. you went to stop her not wanting her to burn her mouth but Henry stopped you.
"Love, its cool I did hers first and opened it to let out the steam...That nice poppet?" she grinned nodding swallowing her mouthful.
"I like it daddy...like 'donalds apple pie...Mummy can Daddy cook now...Daddy does sweets!" you chuckled "We will see he might have to when the baby is here" she smiled cutely then looked to the tv again munching on her toasty
"Henry...What did you mean? Earlier? about Abbey?" he just grinned and winked
"Like I said babe leave it with me...I won't be nasty I promise...I just gonna set her straight, tell her if it carries on I’m getting the police involved”
"The police-Henry no-” you began to protest but he held up his hand a stern look
"Its harassment! I’m not letting her get away with it....look I'm just gonna tell her to stay away if she doesn't then I'm taking things further...Just don't worry I'm here now trust me?" you gulped you knew there wasn't really anything you could do but it unnerved you he must have been so angry when Paige told him.
"I do...I just I don't want anything to get worse remember she will still be here when your away" he rolled his eyes and quickly moved in giving you a kiss on your cheek
"Babe with the way her kids going I doubt she will be here by the end of term" you sighed and nodded you couldn't argue that then dropped the topic and snuggled back in with kal between you feeding the bear some apple he had put at the side of his plate.
You quickly found yourself stretched out on the floor, Henry beside you with Paige laying across the both of you. She had eaten her toasty and crawled over you and flopped, facing the tv nibbling the tip of her thumb head on Henry's chest, tummy over kal and legs sprawled out over your lap. It was when you heard her soft snores you both decided it was time for bed, Henry scooped up and tucked her in at you went to bed you where just drifting to sleep when Henry snuggled up behind you holding you tightly littering kisses to the back of your neck.
"I really do love you y/n I hope you know that" you hummed turning your head to him blinking tiredly.
"Yes I know...I love you to it...All this was just hormones I'm a weepy pregnant woman about to pop...So you gotta bare with me okay?" He smiled kissing your cheek sweetly.
"A tired pregnant woman more like come on sleep we both need it love" and that’s what you did getting the best nights sleep in a long time.
The next morning you awoke to Henry placing a hot cup of coffee and then moving to your wardrobe pulling out your favorite knit jumper and maternity leggings.
"Come on love we have half an hour!" You sat up surprised to find no backache at all making you smile then you registered what he had said and scrambled throwing your legs over the side of the bed.
"What?! Oh fuck! Paige! is she up? Shit-" Henry moved handing you your coffee
"She is up and ready...Well she wants plaits and I can't I’m all thumbs so you have todo her hair but she is dressed fed and watered, her lunch is done and her bag ready!" You smiled at him
"Well look at you a domesticated kryptonian, you house trained to?~" he flushed and moved to tickle you stopping when you held up the steaming coffee
"Yeah yeah just you wait~.Well I'm going to go make sure Paige is playing nicely see you in fifteen? " you smiled nodding to him.
By the time you came downstairs you had about ten minuets to get going. Henry was busying himself around the house, just doing a general tidy up collecting Paige's toys that had been strewn across the kitchen and living room. You took a second to appreciate him, he had been so sweet only being home for..well not even a day and he had already brought the house back into order, he had taken care of you and Paige spoilt the both of you eased your silly fears and had your daughter ready for school before you were even out of bed...The man needs a medal...Or blowy or two now that you can do!
"Mummy! Mummy can I have braids? Daddy tried he can't he pulls and knots it!" You chuckled when she ran up to you holding her little box pf hair clips and ties. You nodded seeing Henry attempt being a loose....Is that a braid? Honestly your not sure what to call it but it was scruffy and bad and it would be a god send if you could get it out! you giggled and looked to a red faced Henry who had folded his arms watching embarrassed at the state he had left his little pumpkins hair in.
"What? I-I tried okay?"
"That you did and it was a valiant attempt...But seriously you need to get your ass on youtube love~" You moved quickly untangling the...what ever it was you had to use a lot of de tangling spritz but finally Paige had two neat braids and soon you were all out the door.
It wasn't until half way to the playschool Henry had remembered he had to pop to the shop something about getting bacon and more milk. You nodded to him, as he gave you kals lead saying he would meet up with you at the school. You and Paige continued to the school waiting t the gates with Fran and Micah.
"She ain't her yet then?" You asked Fran nodded
"Yeah, Patty is already on one, fucking little heathen just bit Rose look"
"Mummy whats a heathen?"you gave Tran a look giggling out of the side of her mouth you looked and sure enough Rose was screaming holding her cheek crying into her mothers legs as her mother was screaming at Abbey who was coddling Patty shouting at everyone who would listen that patty had a right to stick up for herself. You rolled your eyes at the scene this child was just feral! And the mother no better."Nothing baby...Why don't you go see? Rose look shes sad" she nodded and ran off into the playground pulling rose away from her mother with Micah and a few of the other kids You shushed Kal as he barked at all the excitement you knew he wanted to go see the crying little girl he was attached to these kids, as far as the bear was concerned they were all his!.
Once Paige was out of ear shot Fran spoke up.
"Shes only here because they were kicked out of magpies and dee dee's" you looked to Fran what? She nodded to them subtly.
"Who? Patty?"
"Yeah...Abbey came in to the surgery, wanting to be tested for adhd...Shes convinced thats the problem apparently Patty was kicked out of magpies for fighting and then dee dee's...The kid needed stitches she bit a chunk out of his thigh...She was supposed to go to one of those playschools for the challenging children, you know? with the anger management and quiet times...Got to come here though cos Abbey said its adhd but obviously we cant test for it until shes older she was told to get Patty to counselling but refused....Its not though, I've see adhd and that is just a badly behaved little girl who in my opinion needs a smacked ass and a time out." You agreed laughing just as Abbey came strutting past with Patty...looks like she's being sent home again.
"Don’t you fucking judge me whore! And what have I said about that fucking mutt! Keep it away from the school or I will have it put down!-"
"OH NO YOU FUCKING WONT!" oh fuck she didn't...Not infront of Henry You froze as Henry shouted loud and clear, the playground got silent. Noone had ever heard Henry raise his voice even the children stopped to stare whispering about Superman.Paige held onto Rose
"I-its okay daddy isn’t mad at us...I think?" As far as Henry was concerned it was bad enough to upset you and Paige but threatening Kal's life fuck no!
Abbey faltered taking a step back at the frightening scowl on his face, in one hand he had a bag of shopping the other was a small bouquet of flowers. Your heart melted a little already knowing the lillys; your favorite flowers were for you. But you shook your head moving to him as he squared up to Abbey, he just wedged himself between you and the other woman shushing Kal. who was yipping anxiously about you both.
"So your Abbey and Patty? Well I'd like a word with you if you don't mind..." his voice was a growl you'd never herd before he definetly channeling some inner dark fucking protective alpha shit. I mean fuck he could so play a villain? where was your soft boy?.
"Mummy? Why is superman here...Is he really Paiges daddy-"
"Oh hush Patty of course he isnt-"
"Thats what I wanted to talk about" she looked to Henry again and stuttered
"W-what I-" You gulped as he gained on you both Kal was still pulling to go see the upset toddler...he was a nanny dog.
"I’m warning you this once.Stay away from my family, I mean it you've caused enough upset and I'm home now and noone...And I mean noone fucking upsets my wife and daughter! She might take it but I'm not. You've upset my heavily pregnant wife ,confused my daughter and now I hear you threatening my dog? You know what you've done is slander...Causing serious stress to a pregnant woman can been seen as intent to harm her and MY baby and is also harassment...I'm giving you this one chance you and your daughter stay away or I will come down on you like a tonne of bricks and have you in court before you know it" your heart fluttered as Henry came to a stop beside you.
"W-what I haven't done anything! Neither has Patty! We havent done anything! I don't know what your fucking wife has said but-"
"You've been running your mouth, I just heard it myself like I said I will go to the courts and get the police involved, its harassment, intent to harm and slander, which being in the public eye we take very seriously, if I hear any more about it I will be on to my lawyers quicker then you would believe. I'v said my piece. Stay away from my family." He turned his back on her and smiled down at you you glanced between him and her.
“Henry- what are-?” he placed his hand on your arm soothing you
"No-Love I'm sorry I told you...I'm not putting up with it...I will look into injunctions today" that caught the womans attention and she flipped her lid.
"INJUNCTIONS! HOW WILL THAT WORK PATTY GOES TO THE SAME SCHOOL!? WHAT YOU THINK I WILL TAKE MY DAUGHTER OUT?" Henry looked over his shoulder at the woman.
"No honestly I think she will be excluded by that point...Biting and attacking the other kids? I will tell you one thing though Patty ever attacks Paige I will personally see to you both being thrown out on your ass! All these kids here have a right to be safe in school and by law the staff here have a right to Exclude any children who harm the other kids." Abbey huffed eyes blazing
"You think you can do that-"
"Not alone but we do have a pta...One vote and we can demand Patty's removal from the class for the safety and well being of the other children " she screamed angry and turned screeched and walked of dragging Patty along behinde her.
"B-but Mummy you said he wasn't her daddy! You said-"
"Oh will you shut up! You've caused enough trouble for one day Patricia!" Henry smirked after the woman and turned to you handing you the small bouquet of flowers.
"And these are for you my love~" you blushed sniffing them softly thanking him you felt giddy. Suddenly before you could say anything the other kids all gathered round each taking turns giving Kal his morning cuddles then asking Henry questions about being superman squealing when he played along and admitted it but made them promise to keep it a secret. You chuckled as he answered them each the the best of his ability getting stumped a few times dodging a few bullets here and there. It wasn't long before Miss Bou had to round up the kids for class and you were on your way home after getting a few 'well done' comments from some of the other mothers.
"Soo babe....Me thinks you deserve a little reward for all your hard work..."
"Hard work? babe I just-"you rolled your eyes hooking an arm around his leaning against him breathing him in.
"yes hard work...Putting me straight last night looking after me and Paige, coffee in bed and you tidied the house and now this...Sorting out the vindictive woman and her kid- which by the way was a complete turn on watching you go all alpha scary daddy!UGH fuck my panties are wet" he took a deep breath willing himself to calm down.
"Ugh woman don't even go there you know we can't-" you kissed his shoulder and interrupted him.
"Ah ah~ no your right we can't have full on sex...But there are other ways for me to worship my husband~" he stopped and blinked confused then his face lit up
"what do you OH Fuck!...Am I getting a blowy?" You hummed pretending to think about it.
"Well No" his face dropped and he whined his hopes shattered
"Then what-" you smiled cheekily up at him
"Think Daddy earned more then one blowy Baby~" his face lit up like Christmas and slung his arm around your shoulder holding you tight.
"Oh fuck yes! Come on hurry up~ quickly Kal mush! pull mummy faster! come on woman get a waddle on I need to be in your mouth like fucking yesterday!" You giggled as he ushered you home faster eager to have his well earned reward you laughed knowing that today was going to be a good day.
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A/N: What is up? Tis I, the magical Hope. Did I schedule this to post really early so I didn’t have to get nervous at the reactions? Yes! But then I was a sucker and wanted to surprise you all with it tonight instead! I’ll have to do format editing tomorrow, but the text will stay the same! I hope everyone has tissues to wipe away their tears of frustration or a pillow to squeeze out their emotions with. Enjoy 😈 -Hope
A year has passed since I revealed to Daniel that I was pregnant. At the time I was 12 weeks along. It had its ups and downs, but our relationship would eventually end. We both would make promises, mistakes, and other things that would eventually lead to our tragic ending. Let me catch you up.
After I told Daniel that I was pregnant, I noticed that his drinking was beginning to slow down a little. The binge drinking, however, has almost completely vanished. He also seems to be taking our relationship more seriously. When I had to deal with morning sickness, he was always there with me. He’s been to every appointment so far. He also carries a picture of our chicken nugget, due to my most frequent craving, with him in his wallet.
“Hey, Jonah! Want to see the little lemon?”
By the time he made his way over to Corbyn, I was getting a bit embarrassed. But Daniel wasn't; he would run like a mad man for the baby. Maybe that's what caused him to break.
His little fruit names kept going for a while. Each new week, little nuggie and I awakened with their new nickname.
“Good morning my little apple.” I giggled as he pressed a kiss to my stomach. I didn't have a bump yet, but it was starting to get obvious that I was pregnant.
“Are you going to change the fruit to match me every week?”
“You bet baby.” Now kissing me on the lips.
Daniels' pride when we found out that we were having a little boy would always make me smile for years and years to come.
“Okay, so you guys are just in luck! Baby is in the perfect position to find out the gender, that is if you want to know today.”
I looked over to Dani and he nodded. “Yes, please.”
“One moment.” I held my breath as the doctor finished looking. She quickly wiped off the gel so I could sit up. “Congratulations on your baby boy!”
I jumped off of the table straight into Dani’s arms. He picked me up gently as I squealed.
“A boy. We’re having a boy.” He whispered.
“Are those tears in your eye Dani?”
“No.” He giggled and quickly wiped his eyes.
So by the time I was seven months, what used to be an old guest bedroom was transformed into a nursery. A neutral grey was painted on the walls. Daniel built a crib, put a few shelves, and I went shopping for little onesies and baby blankets. Two weeks before I turned nine months, the boys showed up with little gifts. Zach got him an elephant, Corbyn had a little astronaut, Jonah was with a cup of coffee, and Jack got him a little guitar. Everything was perfect…. Until my water broke. With the boys still in the house.
After over 7 hours in labor and an extra 15 minutes pushing all 8 pounds and 7 ounces of our baby. Two days later, Daniel and I got to go home with little Alexander Thomas Seavey. And then, after a few months, Daniel went back to his old ways.
After leaving for the evening with an “I’ll be home later.” Daniel did indeed come home later. Daniel dragged his ass home absolutely wasted at 3 am. He was lucky he had tried to sneak in and didn’t wake Alex.
“Where the fuck were you Daniel,” I asked as calmly as I could.
“I told you.” He shrugged. “Out.”
“Whatever. I left a blanket, pillow, and trash can by the couch for you. Good night. Or should I say good morning?” I huffed and went up the stairs. I quickly stopped into the nursery to make sure the baby was sleeping. I would have to get up at six to feed him again and deal with Daniel.
By the next month of this, and one too many “I thought we were past this!” our relationship was tense. We were at Corbyn’s house and letting Alexander hang out with his other favorite uncles.
“I’ll get it! It’s Kora and Alexander!”
“Wow, I’m here too,” Daniel mumbled.
I didn’t get to respond to him because Corbyn opened the door, very quietly.
“Hi Kora, Daniel. Ah, Alex! It’s me. Chev your favorite uncle.”
“Corbyn, don’t tell my son that that’s your name. Please and thank you.”
I smiled at everyone else as we walked through the door.
“Besides.” Zach grinned. “Everyone knows that I’m the favorite uncle!”
“Really, Z? You look like Kora gave birth to you yesterday.”
“Nice one, Jack.” I gave him a fist bump of approval as Zach groaned in the corner.
Within an hour, Corbyn was offering around drinks. I didn’t even bother telling Daniel off. I guess I was just so used to it by now that it didn’t even phase me anymore. Daniel was completely wasted, while almost everyone else had a similar buzz to them. Yes, Zach is underaged but he knows I’ll cut him off if I think he’s had too much to drink. I noticed how Jonah didn’t have a single drink. Yes! Now I have someone to leave my baby with because it’s absolutely not going to be his father in the state he’s in.
“Jonah, can you take the baby? I gotta go to the bathroom.”
“Yeah, all good Kora!”
It was all good until I was on my way back from the bathroom. I heard Daniel’s loud voice which wasn’t a surprise since he was drunk. It was the words he was saying.
“I love her so much.” He smiled. “But I don’t want to be in a relationship… let alone married. I probably would have left but she had my baby four months ago!” He laughed, and I took a step back. No one knew I was around the corner.
“Daniel… that’s pretty messed up.” Jonah frowned and Daniel just laughed some more.
“No. What’s really messed up was I fucked some girl in Maui.”
“Daniel!” Corbyn yelled. “That was like 24 hours after you got married!”
“I was drunk.”
“It’s always that same excuse.” I practically leaped from the corner, the other four boys flinched. Not Daniel. He sat there with a smile as he acknowledged my presence.
“Hey, baby! How long have you-”
“Don’t ‘hey baby’ me, Daniel James! I heard you. A girl? In Maui! Fuck you. I’m taking Alex and we’re going home. You can stay here tonight.”
“Jonah, give me my baby.” He handed over my child with a very apologetic smile on his face.
Daniel didn’t come home the next day, he came home after two. I know Corbyn told him what he said. When Daniel came home, it wasn’t to me. It was to an empty home, mine and Alexander's stuff cleared out. I left two things for Daniel, I left the divorce papers I found in the bottom of his dresser on the dining room table. My name is already signed. Besides the tear-stained papers, was an envelope. Daniel tore it open to find a letter
“Dear Daniel,
I found these in your dresser. So it was true? I’ll text you a time and place to meet up to take your name off of Alex’s birth certificate. I wouldn’t want to burden you.
P.S I hope you enjoy your present.
-Kora”
Left inside of the envelope, was Kora’s engagement and wedding ring.
Daniel hated himself. How could he have been so stupid? He just let the two greatest things slip away from him. And it was all Daniel's fault. Well, him and the alcohol. If only he had listened to Kora. His friends would begin to distance themselves from Daniel. They thought he was stupid as well. And oh would he pay.
Daniel would never get over it. Every woman he would see would remind him of the foolish mistakes, his poor choices that would lead him to his greatest loss.
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What do you think Christopher would be like during his wife's pregnancy.
ok yes hi i have to many thoughts this is such a cute concept. obvious warnings for pregnancy and description of labor at the end.
Chris, as we know, is the most mature of the group. when Erick got hurt he was the only one who knew what to do, he’s often seen as a mentor by Erick and sometimes Joel, he’s just very much the group dad. so when he’s about to have his own kid? he’s EXCITED
this man is all over you when you find out. you’ve been trying for a while, and he’s with you every pregnancy test you take. he’s tracking your cycle, making sure he’s around as much as possible, just, he wants to be there when you find out.
and he is. you come out of the bathroom with the positive test in your hand, tears in your eyes, and shaking slightly. all you have to do is nod for him to know what happened, and he’s jumping all over you, picking you up and spinning you around with tears in his own eyes.
you’re still apprehensive, and you have to get a second test to be sure, but once it’s confirmed he can’t stop freaking smiling.
Chris is there at every gyno appointment you have. he’s got his list of questions, and he’s always making sure he has all the information he needs to take care of you.
he makes it a habit to talk to your belly every night, even before there’s a visible bump. he says he wants the baby to know there are people who love him
and when you start doing ultrasounds? he’s in TEARS. definitely keeping a copy of the tape to watch.
he’s just, he’s so fucking soft. he’s always coming up w baby names and yelling them out at random times. like, if you’re both sat in the living room working, he might just turn to you in the middle of what he’s doing and ask if you like the name Alejandra
“why Alejandra?”
“no reason, just thought of it.” he’s doing it constantly too.
also stocking up the fridge with all your cravings. he’ll eat anything, and when you go down for the weirdest midnight snack, he’s right there trying it with you. pancakes with mayonnaise? why not. chicken nuggets with syrup? sure! he’ll try anything, esp if it makes you feel more comfortable eating it.
ok ok, this one I stole from my parents but PREGNANCY PHOTOSHOOTS.
not necessarily the ones where you pose and take professional photos, I mean fun random ones.
he takes you to all your favorite places and takes pictures of you both there, just to be able to talk to your kid about them when they grow up.
you’ve got some at your favorite spot on the beach, the diner you always go to, your favorite park. he wants to connect those memories with the ones you’ll be making in the future, and he wants to immortalize this experience as much as possible
he’s also constantly just taking random pictures of you. laying on the couch, gorging on pickles, the funny and awkward and weird parts of all of this. he doesn’t want to forget any of this.
and when you start not being able to do things, like put your shoes on or pain your toenails, he’s there. he’s always taken care of you, but now he’s willing to do anything, no matter how embarrassing you think it is.
he comes to your birthing classes with you, learns where to pinch to distract you from labor pains, and what positions will help you with cramps. he knows what to do when you go into labor, prepares a night bag for the hospital.
Chris has PILES of baby books and is constantly bringing stuff up about your future baby. What’s their first language gonna be? how early can i get them into singing? do you think they’ll like my music? he genuinely cannot stop thinking about you and that kid.
he kisses your stomach every night and tells your baby he can't wait to meet them, and he fucking means it.
when the time comes, as always, it’s a MESS.
he’s calm on the outside, but on the inside, he’s panicking. what if you don’t get to the hospital in time? what if you don’t get an epidural? his first priority is your safety and comfort, and his heart is beating out of his chest as he drives you to the hospital.
he’s still trying to talk you down though. he doesn’t want you focusing on the pain, so he distracts you as much as possible. he makes you describe things you see on the road and tells you the stupidest jokes. it’s annoying, sure, but it also means you have something to do other than think about the pain, and it helps a little bit.
he gets you into the delivery room, gives full control to the doctors and nurses, but as agreed he’s holding your hand the whole time. rather, you’re squeezing the life out of him through his hand, and he’s whispering to you soothingly in Spanish.
then it’s over. you’re holding your baby, his baby in your arms, and looking up at him with sweat and tears drenching your face. but he sees the gleam in your eyes, the one that’s full of love that’s all for him and this new family member, and his heart feels like it’s going to burst, Chris leaves gentle kisses on your forehead, talks to the doctor to make sure you’re gonna be okay, and then he doesn’t leave your side. you scoot over on the bed for him, your child in your arms, and you both just sit there, reveling in the feeling of being a family.
and he thinks, yeah, you may be his favorite person, but suddenly you’ve got a bit of competition.
okayyyyy that was fun and now I have baby fever lkjsldfjhjklshaldhs. disclaimer, I have never had a child nor have I ever really wanted one, so my knowledge of childbirth may be shit. but i did my best ok? hope you liked it anon
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Tony Stark - On sale
This is so, so embarrasingly late. And it’s not even what you asked for - I’m so sorry @cerealboxmaterial. But I just found your request, and even if it doesn’t have the prompts you asked for, it’s still funny and fluffy. I hope you like it, sorry for the delay!
A/N at the end, and it’s important!
Plot: Tony has a task: bring nuggets to satisfy your pregnant cravings. The obstacle: they were on sale.
Three magazines, a few sudokus and a good looking through Netflix later, you were still bored out of your mind. You had spent yet another day on the couch. Under normal circumstances, you would have been happy to do so, because in the recent lake house you had bought everything was perfect for a chill out day. But lately, it was starting to feel like a prison, and you didn’t have the energy to go out and take a walk around the lake. Even if it was spring and the trees you had planted last year were starting to grow beautifully, you couldn’t imagine what Tony would do if he found you out there by yourself once more, since the first time he had to be taken to the hospital with tachycardia.
Tony Stark, the same man that was strong enough to hold the weight of the world on his shoulders. That had been Iron Man for years and had defeated the most dangerous villains in history. Still, if he found you outside again, you were sure he would have a heart attack for real.
The door opened and closed like a thunder, and the peace disappeared from the lake house. You were almost glad, until you saw Tony swallowed in at least twenty shopping bags and swinging dangerously.
“I got the, uh” Tony said from under the bags, out of breath. “Thing you asked me to. But – but they were on sale Y/N, on sale. For every two things I bought, they gave me one free. Do you know how crazy that’s it?!”
You chuckled while Tony dropped some of them to the ground, who was still not used to going shopping to a real shop. Tony tried to reach to you while being careful of the bags, which turned into most of them falling to the ground and a bunch of objects rolling to your feet. He cursed under his breath and muttered on how if he bought online that wouldn’t happen.
You tried to lean down to help Tony, but were stopped by him pushing you to a sitting position again.
“Whoa, whoa. What are you doing? The house isn’t on fire, don’t move” Tony chuckled, although it had a nervous hint at the bottom.
“I’m not going to lift the couch to see if any of them it’s under” you rolled your eyes and pushed against his grip on your shoulders. “Come on, Tony, I’m not on a wheelchair, I can move”
“I think being pregnant is a fairly well excuse with sitting there while I pick the things up”
You sighed and finally sat back against the couch, crossing your arms to prove your utter disagreement to Tony’s politics about being pregnant and near the date of birth. It wasn’t that close, actually, you had a long month before the date the doctor set. But the overprotective dad had seen and read at least one thousand and a half shows and books about the birth, parenting and types of children.
So Tony had arrested you in the new house while he did things like going out for shopping, because even if he didn’t want to leave you alone, he couldn’t resist when you asked him something using the baby and you needed a few hours to yourself.
“I couldn’t remember if you wanted mint, lemon, strawberry or cookie ice cream, so I bought them all” Tony talked while taking out the different containers out of the first bag. “All of them are equally disgusting if you ask me, so I’m putting them on the garage fridge not to insult the rest of the food in the main one”
“You’re so dramatic” you laughed, and shifted in the couch. Your swollen stomach was hard to handle, and sometimes you wondered if it wouldn’t just pop off suddenly. “What else did you buy?”
“Well, glad you asked”
Your jaw could have hit the floor when you saw Tony empty two of the bags in the coffee table, creating a mountain of onesies themed as the avengers, every animal on the planet and some of the actual children TV shows. There were Star Wars themed onesies, pirates of the Caribbean, a fucking robot, a bunny with its ears and tail, and one of them had the SI logo on the front.
They fell off the table like leaves, and you watched as Tony placed his hands on his hips and looked proud of himself. The silence came back into the house and for a moment you thought it was all a dream. You had known Tony had a tendency to overdo himself in anything, but you didn’t think letting him go to Target for ice-cream, nuggets and carrots would be a problem.
“Before you say anything” Tony started, his smile lowering when he didn’t see you mirroring it. “It wasn’t my fault. I was going to buy only two! But then, they told me that I could take one for free, because for every two items I had one free. One free, Y/N. And for four items? Two!”
“Did you leave any on the store?” you asked fearfully, already knowing the answer.
“It’s not like anyone is going to need them, as an imperial need” he tried to explain. “Besides, they can –“
“There is one baby coming, not an army!” you almost yelled. You felt like ripping your hair off. “Why can’t you do anything like a normal person, Tony?! We can’t keep or use all of that onesies!”
“I have already thought about that!” Tony shouted back, stretching his arms towards the mess on the table. “I – if we put three onesies every day, only two won’t be used. They are all the same size, so – “
“Do you use your brain for anything else than science?” you looked at him horrified, thinking about your baby using all of those onesies. “Babies grow too quickly.”
“Then we can cut off the feet of the onesie and the baby will fit” Tony tried to assure you.
From all the things Tony had done since he had known about the baby, that was probably the worst by far. He had picked fights with the nurses at the hospital when they didn’t let him into the examination room, with some grandmas at the store over a box of diapers and with half of his company when they tried to forced him back to work.
Risking a glance to the other’s bags, you caught a glimpse of a stuffed animal, a pacifier and another two boxes of baby formula of different flavours. You sighed and hid your head into your hands, feeling too tired to make Tony see what he had bought.
“I can’t believe you bought that many onesies” you said, and heard him move through the bags. Once he was sitting by your side, you let out a small laugh. “What face did the employee had?”
“White” Tony scooted closer, and forced your back to the couch to put his arm around your shoulders. “I mean, kid made the wage of a lifetime, and his boss will make him the employee of the century. I made him a favour”
“Sure”
You turned your head left so that you were looking right into the brown eyes. They were warm, trustable and, most important, happy. You had seen Tony grow over the years to the man he was that day, and the happiness that had filled his chocolate orbs the last eight months always amazed you.
Tony let his hand travel to yours, and slowly started massaging it. Since the beginning of the pregnancy, you had had your fingers swollen, so you couldn’t carry anymore the ring of your engagement. He didn’t mind, and he had promised you a lot of times that for him it was the same if you carried on your neck as a chain.
Eventually, his calloused fingers laced with yours.
“I like the way our hands fit perfectly” Tony grinned, looking at you like a teenager in love. “And I can’t wait to have a smaller one on top”
“Yeah, me neither” you leaned and locked your lips with him. Closing your eyes, you let the kiss last a while. “The most spoiled kid in the universe”
“Wait until he’s born” he kissed you once more. “Peter is going to be the king of the world”
“Oh, Peter?” you raised a brow. “I thought you haven’t thought of any names”
“Peter is a pretty name” Tony looked to the wall in front of you, and you frowned. “I think it’s full of life. It will fit our baby, because he’ll be the cutest. I thought of it in the supermarket”
“In the library section?”
“Yep”
“Because of Peter Rabbit?”
“You know it”
You let out a loud laugh, because only Tony would think about naming his son after a character of a kid’s book. Still, when you thought about it, Peter was a name that you liked it. It was simple; not like Dummy II, as Tony had suggested the first time, or Jarvis. Peter sounded right to your ears, and you relaxed into Tony’s hold.
The day was almost over, the last rays of sun leaking through the window. If there was a part of your days locked in the lake house, was the night. When the fire would be lit and the whole place looked taken out of a book. Cuddled with Tony between blankets was the best way to end a day.
“I can’t wait eat those nuggets” you whispered happily against Tony’s side, thinking about the food that you had been craving all day. You felt Tony tense under you, and you tore away from him slowly. “Because you bought the nuggets, right? You didn’t forget one of the three things I asked you for in favour of the sale. Right?”
For not wanting you to make sudden moves, Tony almost threw you off the couch as he sprinted towards the car with half apology on his mouth.
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Darth Duck
REAL LIFE SCANDAL
COUPLE: TBS X REAER
RATING: FUNNY + SUGGESTIVE
"Welcome... everyone to another Episode of Thomas and Y/n have taken to much of something and are now going to do something that's probably a bad idea" Y/n smiled as she sat in a mesh dress with a bright red and black bra and Thomas sat at the table beside her drinking vodka shirtless
"Welcome to drunk food reviewing"
"Not what we are doing?"
"Aren't we?"
"No Thomas"
"Ohhh... what are we doing?"
"Read the board Thomas"
"I can't... its over there. Read it to me y/n" he sighed laying on her shoulder
"We are doing the video we have to age restrict? remember Thomas?"
"Ooooooooohhhh the sexy video?"
"Yes, the sexy video, that's why you don't have a shirt on"
"... Did I remove my shirt? or did you do that?"
"You did that"
"They why don't I remember."
"Because of the state you are in sugar cube" she laughs kissing his head and patting his hair
"Can we get nuggets when we are done filming?" he whispered
"we have Nuggets? there on there way with the food bicycle man"
"Hurry Up food Man! I want tiny chicken shapes!" he complained
"I should probably get to the point?"
"Why? Sally will edit for us"
"We can't rely on sally"
"why not? I love sally, she had a great..... face"
"Does she? Incase you can't notice. We are half drunk and also... kinda stoned. Maybe a little tiny bit"
"You're stoned! I'm just drunk!"
"We have had... between us. Three bottles of wine. a bottle of whiskey and half a bottle of vodka. and then like a teaspoon of weed"
"I think it was like a cup of weed"
"it was a small pot, i smoke it because Thomas brought it back for me from his holiday in Holland, He did not smoke any, However he was in the room when I did. so I think you have like a baby contact high" she says "don't do drugs kids... but we are adults. ish. Kinda. Legally we are adults."
"I know you are but what am I?"
"This is the issue is that Thomas is a weird childish person anyway, and then you get him drunk and he becomes like six but a six year old who just read what all the swear words are, and when he's high... yeah this is what happens he just becomes like a weird whatever this is"
"Fight me bittch! I am the king!"
"Yes Thomas, yes you are" she laughs cuddling him "You wanna know what we are doing today? Or do you wanna sober up a little bit?"
"Tiny sober? while you explain the thing we are doing" he says leaving a moment
"We are reviewing weird sex toys I found online, Now if I sound way more together thats because I didn't drink as much becuase... I didn't want a repeat of the Barbie cake incident. and also because I think I have way more of a tolerance then Thomas does" she says as Thomas returned with a coffee "Better now?"
"Yes"
"Its the weed, that if fucking you up right now. it just makes me really calm and slow... you just fucking go off the bloody walls"
"Yes it is. so. show me the first sexy thing"
"I am the first sexy thing"
"Yes you are, you are very sexy, May I nuzzle with the boobs?"
"No"
"But I wanna"
"But you can't we are filming right now Thomas"
"But! Boob!"
"No boobs for you"
"Fine... I'll grope my own boobs" He sighed groping his own chest
"I think you are still too out of it to function"
"Im functioning, I have great tits"
"You do, you want the first toy or not?"
"Yes! bing it to me"
"Here you go" Y/n said putting a rubber duck on the table she clicked a button and this yellow duck began to vibrate across the table
"Who is this for? Becuase... I cannot stick my dick in it. and as far as I was aware that is the point of most male sex toys"
"Sticking your dick in it?"
"Sticking my dick in it" he says "To be fair I put my dick alot of places I probably shouldn't" he says looking at the toy
"You do. Like your ex girlfriend" she giggled
"Ooohhh that was a low blow"
"I assume for girls becuase... vibration"
"Guys like vibration too"
"Yeah but.. I think its for ladies Or just in general as a vibrator" she says "Rate this out of One to five climaxes?"
"Two, Its meh"
"I'd say three, just is nothing else because it amuses me"
"Like your exboyfreind"
"Bitch..." she sighed "Would you rather have thids duck then your rubber duck upstairs?"
"No, Becuase my ruber duck is amazing"
"Is he?"
"Yes! How dare you insult My duck" He says getting up a moment and when he returned he had a little bath duck dressed like Vader "He is darth Duck."
"Darth Duck?"
"Yes. He murdered a group of eggs because of his brain washing and now has a deathboat that goes around destroying ponds"
"So you would rather have a tiny sith duck in your bathtub then this vibrating guy?"
"Yes I would"
"Okay... he comes home with me then"
"what's next?"
"This is an Egg Massager"
"I am Aware of these"
"Ohh are you?"
"I use to have on of these"
"DId you? like seriously?"
"Yeah, its way smaller and easier to hide then like a full fleshlight, even like the fleshlights where its just the jelly plastic are hard to hide, hard to store, hard to clean, hard to travel with. so yes I got one of these and it is amazing! its not to big, not to small so it breaks, you can turn it inside out to clean it" He explained
"Thats on the internet now thomas"
"I know. I have crossed a line just being in this fucking video"
"so lets just say fuck it and jump over it?"
"The line has been crossed so Lets just run with it"
"Is this what a virgina feels like to men?" she asks sticking her fingers in it
"A little bit. as much as any male sex toy does. I have yet to stick my dick in a sex toy and actuly feels like a virgina. but thats not really the point. Its like I imagine vibrators and such like aren't really meant to feel like getting fucked. but you know if they feel like a dick then great"
"I get that yeah... this is like fourty pounds though?"
"Its worth it I think. As a man"
"How many orgasms out of five?"
"Four and a half orgasms"
"Better then your ex girlfreind?"
".... yes"
" this product is thomas aproved"
"Few sex toys recive that"
"Yeah becuse your boring and don't want sexy toys"
"I like sex toys. but I would rather just... have sex"
"okay so like not mastabation toys like partner toys?"
"Yeah"
"Like handcuffs, lube, maybe like one of those vibes for men and ladies?"
"Yeah, more like that. I hope my ex doesn't find this video"
"Ohh she's gonna be mad at you"
"Also... My future children. If you are watching this and I birthed you please do not watch this"
"You birthed them? when did you grow a womb?"
"Yesterday"
"Moving on! you want some lube thomas?"
"Hit me with the lube"
"Here you go, its... strawberry flavoured" she says "You like strawberries thomas"
"I do, But I don't get the point"
"The point of lube?"
"No the point of it being flavoured" He says "I don't get that"
"Its for like... if I was for jerking you off and i needed lube I could use this and then after jerking you off for a while I could suck your dick and it would be strawberry flavoured"
"Or I guess... for eating out also? for the same reason"
"yeah for that. I hope there arent just people like eating lube. If so... Get help Because thats a problem" she says putting some on her arm and licking it "Its not bad, tastes like... strawberry chew its"
"Gimme" he says putting some on his hand "Okay frist it looses points for being bad lube"
"what?"
"This is shit lube y/n"
"How... how can you tell that?"
"rub it between your fingers, Now good lube you should be able to separate your hands and it should get stringy like it reaches between your hands"
"Like slime?"
"Yes like slime" he says "or put some on your hand good lube you should put your hand upside down and it shouldn't move it should stay on your hands"
"You have alot of lube kwnollage"
"I do." he says before having a lick of the lube "Where are you getting strawberry chew its? it tastes like strawberry cough syrup" He sighed "Do we have to do anymore? Can I go to bed?"
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Kitty Cat & Tweety Bird (Part 13) - Jason Todd
Gif: Oliverbruce3 on Tenor
Word Count: 2.0K
Paring: Jason Todd (Titans) x (f)Reader
Summary: A sudden unexpected guest in Wayne Manor in the middle of the night leads to tensions for Y/N.
Warnings: N/A
A/N: This is a little series I am doing about Jason Todd in Titans. I don’t know Comic!Jason very well so I’m taking all of this from the show, and at the moment he hasn’t been in very often, so please forgive any mischaracterisations.
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Y/N’s bedroom was closed to the kitchen and so when there was a loud crashing noise, she woke up quickly. Sitting up bolt right and looking around, she started shaking Jason to try and wake him. She was certain someone was in Wayne Manor, someone who wasn’t supposed to be. Did Joker tell someone who she was? Was it Penguin? Riddler? Bane? Someone else?
“Jason,” she said waking the heavy sleeper.
“Hmmm?”
“There’s someone in the house!”
“It’s probably just Alfred,” Jason mumbled before dozing back off.
Y/N huffed and climbed out of the bed, grabbing her whip which was on the chair in her room and crept down stairs. If she had to deal with an intruder alone, then so be it! Despite its age, the stairs of Wayne Manor didn’t creak or make any noise, so Y/N knew she had the element of surprise on her side. As Y/N was around the corner from the Kitchen, she heard the person in there.
“Did he really move where the bread is kept?” said the person, “oh, now it’s on a lower shelf, but when I was 13 and couldn’t reach, that was my problem!”
Slamming on the lights, Y/N came round the corner and flicked her wrist with the whip in it and wrapped it around the intruder’s wrist. The intruder, who Y/N saw was a man, stared at the whip wrapped around his wrist in shock, but before he could do anything about it, Y/N pulled on it which sent the man flying towards her.
“Gotcha!”
The man jumped to his feet and came towards Y/N, so she ducked and swiped his leg out from underneath him, resulting in the man face planting on the ground. He leapt back up and swiped at Y/N’s face, which she wasn’t quick enough to dodge and so got a fist to the jaw. Y/N kneed the man in the crotch, causing him to groan and fall to his knees. For the first time, Y/N saw the man’s face. He was relatively young looking with large round brown eyes and brown hair that fell in front of them.
“Let me guess,” the young man scoffed through the pain, “Bruce’s latest arm candy?”
“Huh?”
“You’re his bed warmer, right?”
“No!”
“They all think they aren’t, but they always are,” he groaned getting to his feet and shuffling to the kitchen and sitting on a stool. “Though I didn’t think he’d bed something so young.”
“Ew, gross,” Y/N grimaced. “He’s my Dad, creep!” Y/N folded her arms. This caught the young man’s attention.
“Bruce Wayne is your father?”
“Yeah,” she nodded, “now, who the fuck are you?”
“Dick, Dick Grayson.”
“The adopted guy? One from the Circus?” Y/N frowned and tilted her head to the side.
“He’s spoke about me?” Dick chuckled darkly and smirked.
“In so many words,” Y/N shrugged.
“Now, New Wayne, what’s your name?”
“Y/N,” she said.
Dick nodded and sighed, shifting in his seat as he looked Y/N up and down. He could see Wayne in her, but there was something else about her that struck him with familiarity.
“Let me guess, Selina Kyle is your mother?”
“How’d you know?”
“I’ve crossed paths with the thief every now and then.” The way he spoke told Y/N that not only did Dick know that Selina was Catwoman but that Bruce was Batman. “Mind getting me some ice?”
“Sure,” Y/N sighed grabbing the pack from the freezer and chucking it at him. “And she’s not a thief anymore,” Y/N stuck her chin up, “her and the Sirens are vigilantes working with Bruce.”
“Sure, how long will that last?”
“Now I’m glad I kicked you in your cock now!”
“Y/N, pumpkin, what’s up?” Bruce said coming into the kitchen only to see Dick sitting there, holding ice against his genitals, “do I want to know?”
“Your daughter here has assaulted my penis,” Dick huffed.
“Well, you punched me in the jaw!”
“Cause you attacked me without warning.”
“Cause you snuck into my home for some reason!”
“Your home? I grew up here!”
“Well, me and Mum live here now!”
“Really, Bruce?” Dick turned to the older man, “you invited Selina Kyle and your apparent long-lost daughter to live here?”
“First, there is no apparent about it, she’s my daughter, and second, I want her and Selina here.” Bruce insisted, “Anyway, you moved away and cut contact off with me, so you don’t really get a say in this.”
“Were you ever planning on telling me this?”
“What did I just say, Richard?” Bruce sighed, “What are you doing here, anyway?”
“I needed to get something from my room, if I still have a room here,” Dick said, “cause it seems a lot of things are different now.”
“Well, Dick, you damn well know we have more than enough empty rooms in this house for you to keep yours,” Bruce sighed, “anyway, if you checked your mail, you would find an invite to the Gala where you would have been introduced to Y/N, officially, and not by her kicking your crotch.”
“Oh…”
“Nice to meet you,” Y/N shifted awkwardly. “You coming to the Gala, then?”
“Sure…”
__-
“I can’t believe that Dick broke in,” Jason said as Y/N and himself got a coffee to go the next day, walking to Wayne Enterprises. “And that you kicked him in the balls!”
“Honestly, the least surprising thing about any of this should be that I kicked him in the balls!”
“You’re right,” Jason chuckled, “doesn’t really surprise me really.”
“The most surprising thing about the whole thing is that Dick Grayson is going to be coming to the Gala!”
“Seriously?” Jason’s jaw dropped as he turned and stared at Y/N. “Why didn’t you lead with that?”
“I think the ‘breaking and entering’ is perhaps the main thing to focus on here…”
“Y/N!”
“Okay, okay, I’m not too comfortable with Dick being at the Gala,” she confessed as they stood outside the café.
“What’d you mean?”
“Jason,” Y/N sighed, “you should’ve seen how he reacted to me last night… it was so… tense and uncomfortable. Why the fuck would I want to repeat that?”
“I mean, he’s technically your brother…” Jason shifted, “you and him could probably spend a bit of time together. You might have to do Christmas Cards with each other.”
“Like fuck will Richard Grayson be coming to Wayne Manor for the annual Christmas secret santa,” Y/N scoffed, “I will put money on me never seeing him again after the Gala!”
“Hey, come on, you and he haven’t even really talked yet, Kitty Cat, give him a chance,” Jason took her hand in his.
“I thought you and him weren’t exactly buddy-buddy either after that acid guy,” Y/N pointed out.
“Yeah, but that’s not the point here,” Jason said, “you had a less than ten minute conversation that began with you kicking him in the dick, you can’t really blame him for being a little off about the whole thing.”
“And he assumed I was a fuck buddy for Dad,” Y/N said.
“Hence why you weren’t your best self either,” Jason chuckled, “look, I know I’m probably not the best person to take advice from, especially about getting on with people, but try with Dick, okay?”
“Okay…” Y/N sighed and nodded as she looked at Jason’s pleading face. “But if he says one more thing about my mother or aunties, I’m going to drop kick him into the swan ice sculpture!”
“I expect nothing less!” Jason said, kissing her forehead before they entered the café.
___-
The tenseness between Y/N and Dick as they sat alone in Bruce’s office was so thick that not even the sharpest blade ever could cut through it. Dick sat himself on the windowsill, looking anywhere but Y/N, while she sat in one of the chair, her main focus being on her sudden interest of the carpet pattern, tapping her foot on the floor as they waited. Bruce had to see to a matter, leaving them alone. They were supposed to talk about the incident from the previous night, and neither of them had uttered a word as they waited for Bruce to return.
“Okay,” Dick finally said, looking at Y/N, who lifted her head and met his gaze, “the silence is giving me a fucking headache now; we got to say something.”
“Gee, not even a hello?”
“Come on.”
“You come on!” Y/N huffed, crossing her arms, “you first accuse me of being a one night stand for my father, insult my mother then wonder if I’m lying about being his daughter!”
“You can’t blame me. Selina is a criminal!”
“WAS, WAS, WAS, WAS!”
“Alright, was!” Dick snapped, “but still, considering her history, you can’t blame someone for wondering!”
“Well, Dad put a rush on a DNA test to PROVE IT!” She hissed. “And I don’t care for your constant jabs at my mother and aunts!”
“So we got off on the wrong foot,” Dick shrugged.
“Understatement!”
“Okay, I’m sorry,” Dick admitted, “I was an ass.”
“All I was looking for,” Y/N smiled awkwardly, “and I’m sorry. I was a bit of a bitch. Also sorry for kicking you in the crotch!”
“Apology accepted,” Dick chuckled.
“Why did you break in anyway? Why not knock on the door?”
“Me and Bruce aren’t exactly on the best of term… didn’t know if I was welcome.”
“Well, I think recent events have changed Dad a little bit,” she teased.
“God, hearing someone refer to Bruce Wayne as ‘Dad’ is so weird!”
“Imagine being the one who says it!” Y/N said, “It’s a real 180 from calling him ‘Boss’,” she chuckled a little.
“I can’t even imagine what went through your head when finding out Bruce was your father.”
“I vaulted the fence at Wayne Manor and ran all the way to Auntie Harley’s and Auntie Ivy’s house across Gotham,” Y/N told him.
“YOU VAULTED THE FENCE?”
“Dude, my mother is Catwoman and I was partly raised by Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy,” Y/N listed, “come on, I was trained since birth for gymnastics. I went to nationals!”
“Well done,” Dick nodded in approval.
“I heard you did trapeze stuff?”
“Yeah, my parents were circus performers,” Dick smiled at the memory, “kinda like you really – trained since birth.”
“Maybe we got more in common than we think,” Y/N suggested.
“Yeah, maybe,” Dick smiled in agreement.
___-
When Bruce came back, he was taken back to see Dick and Y/N talking, but he went along with it anyway.
“I got the results from the DNA test,” Bruce said calmly, “confirmed it. Y/N is my daughter and I am her father.”
“Sorry to waste your money like that,” Dick said.
“Got plenty to spare,” Bruce chuckled.
“What did Mum say?” Y/N asked curiously.
“She understood why I did this, but she did give me that ‘I-fucking-told-you’ look,” Bruce chuckled, “but I never doubted it for a second!”
“Thanks, Dad,” Y/N smiled.
“What are you two talking about anyway?” Bruce asked curiously.
“Childhoods,” Y/N said, “Kinda similar in a sense really, aren’t they?” Y/N looked at Dick, who nodded in agreement.
“Really?” Bruce smiled, “may I ask how?”
“Basically spent our childhoods on the balance beam, literally,” Y/N laughed.
“Oh yes,” Bruce nodded, “Circus,” he pointed at Dick, who nodded, “Selina,” he pointed at Y/N.
“I like that Selina is her own label,” Dick chuckled, “Could’ve said nationals, could’ve said gymnastics, but you said ‘Selina’. That’s brilliant!”
“You’ve met my mother, right?” Y/N turned to Dick, “cause if you met her, then it makes sense.”
“I don’t know her well, but we’ve crossed paths.” Dick shrugged, “I don’t know her as well as Bruce clearly does.”
“Moving on,” Bruce changed the subject, “I was hoping we could all come to a civil agreement, but it seems that you two have already done that yourselves.”
“I think we’re getting along alright,” Y/N smiled, “right, Dick?”
“Yeah,” he nodded, smiling, “she’s not to bad when she’s not kicking my crotch.”
“He’s alright when he’s not breaking into my house and attacking me.”
Bruce started laughing and shaking his head. Dick and Y/N were the only people who could meet by beating each other up and end up getting along.
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The Kombat Krew with their S/O during pregnancy;
A carry on from the pregnancy post. Link is in my masterlist!
I swear I’m working on some NSFW stuff, it’s just not coming along quickly. Pun not intended. So, have some fluff. I love fluff deep down in my Goblin encrusted heart.
GIFS do not belong to me/ I did not make them, they belong to their creators!
More content under the cut, it was a long arse post!
Kabal;
· This man is excited, whether it be pre or post burns. You are literally carrying his child. Fuck, women are strong. How are you doing it? Like he is obsessed with you.
· He starts to lend you his flannel jackets/ shirts for night time, because your clothes are struggling to fit over the bump.
· Speaking of the bump, he will talk to it, have his hand on it constantly and generally be cute as fuck around it.
· He will stop anyone from swearing around it, once he finds out they develop ears. Only for himself to end up swearing ‘Will you stop fucking swearing… I mean shit, fuck no. FUCK!”
· Saying that, he will, whilst you’re sleeping, put headphones over your bump, and play some of his horrific music taste. Preparing them for dad embarrassment really.
· He’s at every appointment with you. He’s not the best at understanding at first. Like, when he hears the whole birthing process, he kind of drops whatever he’s holding.
· He’s really supportive though, he’s totally helping with the birthing plan. He knows exactly which route to take to the hospital.
· At night when you can’t sleep, he can’t sleep. He’ll try easing your pain, rubbing your back and holding you tightly. Whispering how he can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with the two of you.
· He wonders if they’ll develop his powers, like, could they? Imagine that.
· Scan. Fucking. Photos. Everywhere. Proud dad already.
· He’ll insist on helping decorate the nursery. He has no idea what he’s doing but he does manage to assemble stuff. He wants you to take it easy, so you’re left putting the wooden sticks into the holes.
· He’s really patient with you, helps with your cravings. You want chicken nuggets and its like 4 in the morning. He’ll go down and get you some, he can’t promise he’ll be fully dressed when doing it.
· God its cold, he feels his nipples will freeze off; but he reminds himself, you’re literally carrying a growing human inside of you.
· He’ll hold your hair back when you throw up, he’ll also apologise, because he did this to you almost.
· He’ll be always texting you potential names as well. Like Oh, message from Kabal… and it’s how you should name your kid Buddy.
· Speaking of names. He’d want either some classic names or maybe something a bit cooler. Archer and Hunter are on his list. But he’s also got names like Karlito (The K is important remember that) and Diego on there. For girls’ names, he’d lean towards Kallisto (remember the K) and Lucia. And for none-conventual names, he leans towards nerdier names.
· Post-Burn; He’s nervous, what are they going to think about him? Will they be scared of him? When you get him to place his hands on your bump and talk; the moment they kick, he feels at peace. They do know its him and he’s going to make an excellent dad.
· When Kano suggests the name ‘Kano Jr.’ Kabal launches his hot coffee at him.
· God forbid anyone looks at you wrong. Hooksword to the arse.
· He debates going straight, finding a better and legal job. He wants to set a good example for his future kid.
· His new motivation is what’s best for the baby. He doesn’t want to risk not been there, watching them grow up and being able to be a dad. Something he’s always wanted.
Sub Zero (Kuai Liang);
· Can’t sugar coat this one. But you’ve literally a Cryomancer growing inside you. Kuai doesn’t sugar coat it either.
· Prepare to have your bodily senses clash. Because you’re one minute too cold, so you try to warm up, only to then be too hot.
· Kuai. Feels. Fucking. Terrible. He’s excited to be a father, but he doesn’t like seeing you in pain.
· He’s extremely supportive though. He’s giving you back rubs, helping to ease the discomfort.
· He’ll offer to help teach you some meditation techniques, to try and help distract you from the pain.
· One thing that gets to you, the baby will react to his power. And he’s developed a habit of placing his hand on your bump, whilst you’re asleep. So yeah. Prepare for a night of being kicked in the ribs.
· It’s cute it knows who his dad is. But you just want some sleep.
· If you fall asleep, you fall asleep. He isn’t going to wake you. He’ll drape a blanket over you and keep checking on you.
· When you wake up, you’ve usually a note with a list of potential names.
· Don’t let him pain the nursery. He can’t paint, and all his stars look weird.
· He will read every parenting book available, he’ll ask advice off anyone. Poor Hanzo, is being bombarded with questions.
· When he sees a scan photo for the first time, you swear you see him tear up a little. Of course, he’ll go get mushy in private. But he carries the scan photo with him everywhere.
· He will make you tea when you need it.
· Is supportive and is encouraging.
· Is protective, like he’s not going to want to go far and leave you. Bi-Han insists he can look after you, yeah, that’s not good enough.
· He also doesn’t want you to over-exert yourself, so he wishes you’d rest more.
· If Smoke isn’t being left to look after you, what fucking chance does his brother have?
· He’s so organised, everything is on time, everything is ready, he’s got all your appointments down. So, fucking organised.
Scorpion (Hanzo Hasashi);
· He’s been through this once. So, he thought, this time, he’d be prepared. How fucking wrong he was.
· He’s more prepared than the others, but still, he panics a little.
· He doesn’t want you over-exerting yourself at all. He can decorate and do everything. Just please relax.
· If anyone swears, they are getting a death glare. They can hear, and he’ll be damned if his kids first word is, “Shit”
· Takeda has to put up with it all. Poor bastard.
· He’ll get you whatever you want. He’s so soft around you. He’ll literally go from shouting at someone, to asking is his precious beansprout is fine.
· He can actually paint so the nursery decorating is in good hands. He’s calm and collect mostly. He does panic a little when he has to leave. It more nerves.
· He becomes very over-protective, which is understandable, since you know, what happened to him.
· He re-reads a lot of the parenting books. He’ll love to read them, whilst you’re laid next to him, fast asleep. He’s holding the book with one hand and rubbing your bump with the other.
· If you have aches (I headcanon he’s got overly warm hands) he’ll use his hands to try and ease the discomfort. King of getting knots out of your back.
· You’re too tired to walk? He’ll either get you what you want, or he’ll carry you back to bed.
· He’ll lay awake with you if you can’t sleep. You’ll both talk about potential names, he’ll lean more towards traditional, but he’s not afraid of modern ones either.
· He’ll always have an arm around your waist, his hand on your bump. It’s not PDA, he’s protecting the two things he loves the most.
· Will get very emotional when he feels the baby move/kick.
· The guilt is subdued, feelings of pride and joy wash over him. He’s so excited to get a second chance at this. He wells up a lot. He’s completely in love with the both of you.
Bi-Han;
· He’s so organised. He’s got a calendar, dedicated specifically to your pregnancy. He’s counting down the days, hours and minutes, till their born.
· He’s got the names sorted, their training schedule sorted, but not the Nursery.
· Everything is blue. Fucking everything. The walls, the clothes, the crib. Everything needs to be blue.
· He’s very supportive, and he wants to spend all of his time with you. Every moment is vital.
· You’re also carrying a Cryomancer, so he wants to be there to help. He remembers how sick his mother got when carrying Kuai.
· He’s prepared, he’s got special tea, herbs and anything that maybe able to quell the discomfort.
· He knows the road is going to be hard, so it’s why he wants to be prepared.
· He’ll love to have you sit on his knee, whilst he’s lounging, gently rubbing your back and bump. In an attempt to ease any knots/discomfort.
· He’ll insist on you taking it easy, he doesn’t want anything to stress you out. You need to remain calm.
· Like Kuai, the baby would react to his power, so would move around a lot more.
· As much as he likes traditional names, he wasn’t always one to be traditional, so he’s open to other suggestions. Just nothing too ridiculous.
· Will not let you name the baby Snow, or anything ice related, it’s too fucking obvious… they can have it as a code name when their older. Like Tundra was Kuai’s name growing up.
· He will stay awake with you when you cannot sleep. Will offer to read to you or use his voice to soothe you back to sleep.
· He’s proud of you and will compliment you none stop. You’re doing something amazing, and something he could never do.
Erron Black;
· Whilst your pregnant, he changes a lot. He’s no longer driven and focused by wealth, he does what he thinks is right for the baby. Much like Kabal.
· He stops accepting jobs that will take him far away. He wants to spend the next eight or so months with you.
· The further on you go, he’ll stop taking jobs that take him too far, he wants to be within running distance.
· He calls in every favour under the sun. Someone owes him a debt? They better get their arse over to him now.
· He’s got Kabal painting the nursery and assembling furniture. Kano is being forced to do heavy lifting. Why are they doing it? Because Erron stated he could probably shoot their balls off; no one wants to test their might/luck against his sharpshooting.
· He’s obsessed with your bump. Like you hardly see him smile, but this pregnancy is bringing out another side of him. A more gentle and funnier one.
· Every kick brings about a smile, small movements make him stare down at it in awe.
· You’ve caught him talking to the bump at night when he thinks you’re asleep.
· He’s whispering about how he thinks the name ‘Jessie’ is a good name, queue the kick, which validates his point.
· Speaking of names; Jessie, Cassidy, Flynn, Morgan, Wyatt, Arthur, Cash. Annie, Pearl, Rose, Belle, Adelaide, Bonnie. They are his top picks. He’s put a lot of thought into them actually.
· Is very supportive. He’ll still talk you up and charm you, because he thinks you’re still as beautiful as the day you met.
· He’ll also help you as much as possible. He feels to blame when he watches you struggle to stand, because your ankles are swelling.
· He’ll fetch you whatever your heart desires, you want something that can only be found in Outworld? Then he’s going back to call in a favour with his favourite Kahn.
· Would prefer it if you gave birth in a Hospital. Medicine has really come along, and he doesn’t want any risks.
· Has already bought a matching hat for them.
Raiden;
· He always said he liked learning about mortals. Well, here is his fucking learning curve. The Human body is fucking weird. We cannot deny this.
· He is horrified learning about human pregnancy/ the whole birthing process. What. The. Actual. Fuck?
· He cannot believe he’s going to be the root cause, essentially, of the worst pain of your life.
· He does however, think you can handle it. You’re a strong person and he will support you through it all.
· You literally went to sleep the night after telling him and woke up, to see he’d read a lot of parenting books.
· He’s already mapped out a plan and he’s already started packing the over night bag… that you won’t need for like seven months?
· Because this is all new to him, he will let you take charge. You’re the one who’s carrying his child, whatever you says, goes. Unless, it puts either of you in harms way. Then he’ll intervene.
· He never thought he’d be a parent, so names aren’t something he’s thought of massively. He’ll let you decide but will throw in the odd suggestion.
· He’s actually got a steady hand, so you leave him to paint and decorate the nursery.
· He does doodle a little lightening bolt and a cloud; representing him and Fujin. We all know Fujin would be one of the godparents. Literally.
· He knows his child will be well protected. I mean, he’s got you as a mother, a God as a father, a few shaolin monks, a few Kahns, a bunch of Special Forces members, two grandmasters and another god to help out.
· Because he’s unsure of human pregnancy/the whole process, he lets you lead, so he won’t be going overboard. He’s the right balance and follows your lead.
· He’s very receptive to your needs. So, he’ll fetch you tea, food and hot water bottles.
· He loves to have a hand on your bump, feeling the baby kick, it reminds him and grounds him almost. He’s helped to create this, and he’s finally got a little slice of happiness. The man deserves it.
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LAST NIGHT || ALEXEI (SMUT)
warning: I've never written smut and so don't expect anything explicit or 50 shades of gray lmao. Also English is not my mother language so I might have done something grammatically wrong.
Your life surely was definitely not the correct definition of normal, indeed to be honest since you moved to Hawkings your life had definitely taken an abnormal turn.
The day before you were simply Sheriff Hopper's assistant, you can tell his apprentice and your days were limited to making fines on the street and delivering donuts to your boss. And now here you are in a bunker together with your boss, his "lover" or anyway partner in crime Joyce, a crazy communist named Murray and a Russian scientist named Alexei, or so he called himself, sitting at a table and plotting on a possible Russian invasion inside a village forgotten by God in Indiana.
How did you end up in all this? Simple, this strange Russian base has gathered a lot of energy, for some kind of absurd plan, making Joyce and your boss go crazy that as far as they could seem to you, completely mad, they still caught your attention and so, as a good assistant you followed them in this crazy adventure risking your life several times.
This evening at the bunker it was quite challenging, your cronies seem to have found a great plan to put the word "end" to this macabre chapter, the only thing you are 100% certain of is the fact that nothing will be easy at the end. inside of this plan and the chances of any of you losing your skin are very high. Therefore in that hovel a strange silence had been created, it appears for Joyce and Hopper which seemed to have taken a taste for us to quarrel like two children.
Murray was reading and repeatedly reading the plan he had made with being too neurotic, while Alexei ... well he turned out to be a real puppet, he had been watching TV all afternoon, he would have seen more or less 50 Looney Toons episodes. If you had remained even just 3 seconds inside that bunker you would have gone mad, so observing Alexei I gave him a slight blow to the shoulder.
"Murray, can you ask him if he's hungry?" You asked the old grumpy man who answered you:
"You stop treating me like a fucking translator" he commented sourly and then recalled the Russian boy's attention “Вы голодны?”
“один” the boy answered immediately.
"He said yes" Murray replied quickly before returning to his work.
"Perfect then, come on" you said, taking Alexei's arm "Smirnoff and I are going to eat something" you announced as you started toward the exit, before being blocked by a furious Hopper.
"Excuse me? Are you crazy? If you go out they'll find out! "
"I'm not stupid, boss. There is a service station a few meters from here, we eat one thing and then come back here, they won't catch us, promise” The sheriff grunted annoyed and then reluctantly gave you the keys.
"Hurry up" and without saying anything else he let you out of the bunker.
* * *
A grave silence reigned in the car, perhaps you should also have brought Murray with you, at least you could have exchanged a few words with some living being. But that young Russian scientist had caught your attention, among all he seemed the most gentle and probably both you and he shared the same position, you felt lost and trapped in a trouble surely bigger than you.
"Hey..." you said drawing his attention "Do you want something to eat in particular? Chicken? Beef?" You asked in a somewhat dubious tone, probably Alexei hadn't understood anything you had told him.
"Slurpee" he said, earning you a slightly perplexed look.
"You can't just eat granite...okay let’s do this, I'll take you to a nice place and you choose what you want, okay?" you observed his expression a little dazed and for this you raised your eyes to the sky. "Good God, is it possible that you don't understand a shit what I tell you? You can't just speak Russian in America" you said, snorting. This Russian didn't just tell you, he had to understand something English!
Anyway, you arrived at the service station, which had a fast-food next to you and you and Alexei got out of the car by getting out of the car. Arriving at the counter you indicated to the scientist the sandwiches they were selling in the station and strangely he seemed to understand, and holy god, he ordered two Big Macs, a large portion of chips and nine nuggets. You limited yourself to a medium toast and a coca-cola. You decided to buy Alexei ache his beloved Slurpee cherry and parking your hidden car shortly after the station you sat on the hood and consumed your dinner.
You looked at the sky, reflected, your head was a tangle of thoughts, questions and concerns. The feeling of not being able to see tomorrow or not being able to taste a fucking Mac Donalds toast really made you feel disgusted, as if everything no longer had a meaning, an importance, as if the rules had been banned, it was all a passing of seconds that crumbled waiting to be lived as it was right.
You took a deep breath and looking at Alexei in the eyes you took a few seconds to contemplate that childish face. His cheeks were round and slightly red, his lips were thin and wet from the liquid of his cherry granita, his curly golden hair was untidy, his glasses framed those lively, innocent little eyes. That continuous observance had given birth to a strange sensation in you, as if a burning fire had been created in your stomach and certainly could not be nervous gastritis.
"Listen to me Smirnoff" you said in a tone that was perhaps too tense, enough to earn you a puzzled look on the part of the scientist "Probably tomorrow we'll all die and I barely finished college, I didn't live long enough to say that my life is less shitty than now. You probably think the same thing" you admitted getting closer to him "So before some crazy communist finds us and kills us, please let me do a fantastic fuck" I said feeling a little warmth on your cheeks.
Alexei's eyes almost popped out of their sockets as your lips touched his.
You thought he would repel you with enough disgust, but when one of his hands touched one of your cheeks to bring your face closer, you all started galloping with emotion. His lips were so sweet and sugary, it seemed you were eating a sweet cherry. You walked away a few centimeters just to take a second breath and, observing the young Russian's eyes, you could notice a strange spark in them, as if an animalistic instinct had awakened in him, but in any case there remained a tender, helpless puppy for you.He came down with a small leap (even a little awkward lol) from the car and making his way between your legs tried to get close to your body again. Your faces were still very close and biting your lower lip you looked him in the eyes with a mischievous smile, while your hands wandered lightly on his shirt, then grabbing the collar so as to push the boy into a new kiss more wild and passionate this time, the tip of your tongue tapped gently on Alexei's lips, inviting him to investigate this sinful act. It didn't take long before he opened his mouth making your tongues meet in a lusty dance.
His hands timidly rested on your hips, squeezing them slightly, when he felt your fingers unbutton his shirt, while your lips left a damp trail of kisses and bites from his jaw, to his Adam's apple where you left a small mark reddish, making a shy grunt escape from Alexei's lips but he seemed very pleased with all those attentions.
When you got to the last button the scientist caught you off guard by quickly taking off the t-shirt you were wearing, leaving you wearing only your bra, he also took off his own shirt, leaving somewhere on the ground, then letting you lie on the hood car, bringing your skin into contact with cold metal.
Alexei took the opportunity to steal another sweet kiss from you, slowly bringing a hand to your breast, squeezing it over your bra cup and when you saw him blush as soon as he listened to your light moans, you couldn't hold back. So raising your torso a little you unhook your bra, leaving your breast and the prey of the young Russian's lips in plain sight, and he grabbed the fabric of your shorts, starting to unbutton them with great enthusiasm.
None of you had the patience to engage in the preliminaries, you both knew already what you wanted and there was no need for words or translations to understand it.
After getting rid of your panties too Alexei took you by the hips, bringing your lower belly even closer to his and the first thing you could hear was his obvious erection, hidden in the fabric of his pants.
“Вы сделали хороший беспорядок, котенок” he whispered in your ear in a very deep tone, leaving you an absurd curiosity about what that phrase could have meant, but little did you care at that moment you just wanted to feel pleasure and be satisfied.
"Stop talking and unbutton those pants" you commented with a slight laugh, while the boy seemed to have guessed your request and performed it without blinking.
As soon as his member was free from the fabric of the boxers, Alexei invited you with a small gesture to lie down on the cold bonnet of that car and when you could feel your intimacy going into contact with that of the Russian let slip a sweet moan from your wet lips .
Needless to say, when the young scientist decided to get inside you with a slow push you couldn't help arching your back for pleasure, letting that silent and forgotten place of God begin to fill up with your languid moans as the pushes were getting faster and deeper.
Your eyes were glued to each other, lost in your irises, the only moments when the contact was interrupted was when your eyelids came together for a few moments and then reopened, you knew that that relationship was the most absurd and unusual in the world but surely, nothing you were doing was remorseful.
With your slightly trembling hands you took Alexei's face in your hands and before you both reached the apex of that relationship, you joined his lips to yours in a last and passionate kiss.
* * *
"Yo boss, we are back..." you said entering the bunker with a very tired face and throwing the keys next to Hopper's hands "I'm going...I'm going to take a shower" you announced stretching before locking yourself in the bathroom.
Meanwhile Alexei sat down on the couch, pulling a long sigh and trying to calm the blush that colored his chubby cheeks, but he had to pull himself to attention when Murray sat down next to him and drank a glass of vodka.
[this conversation between murray and alexei is in Russian, but I decided to translate it lol]
"Where have you been, my friend?" He asked, giving him a winking look. "Just to know, do you know? It was an hour and a half that we were missing" the man said ironically. Alexei cleared his throat and then adjusted his glasses.
"We ate at one of your American fast foods" he tried to mislead by looking elsewhere, at the TV screen on.
"Really? And what did you make that little girl eat? Your cock?” He asked ironically to let out a fat laugh, finally giving the Russian friend a heavy pat on the back, leaving him alone and with a face as red as a tomato.
#stranger things#eleven#mike wheeler#lucas sinclair#dustin henderson#max#maxime#will byres#joyce byers#alexei#murray#imagine#stranger things imagines#stranger things 3 imagines#billy hargrove
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vaunt ii (m) | jeon jungkook
sequel to vaunt
pairing: Jungkook x Reader
genre/warnings: college!au, frat!au, lots of swearing lol, smut, sex toy use, orgasm denial, teasing, fingering, oral (female receiving), the return of jungkook and his ‘huge wang’ (© @gimmesumsuga 2k18 LMAO), cumshot
words: 9.2k
summary: True to the nature that birthed your relationship, Jungkook loves to set a challenge, and you love to try and prove him wrong.
a/n: here it is! This is it – the second and last fic in the vaunt universe! I hope you guys love it a lot and thanks for all the support on part one!
A ruckus from downstairs pulls you from sleep and you instantly groan as your eyes are scorched with the sunshine breaking through the blinds. Ear splitting pain around the back of your head has you covering your burning orbs and burying your face into the pillow beneath you, hands tugging fruitlessly at the comforter in an attempt to better shield yourself, but it doesn’t give.
“Jungkook, what the fuck.” You groan, reaching out and landing a sharp slap on his bare back, right above his ass. “Who the fuck leaves their blinds open overnight?”
“Ah! Fuck, babe, really?” He wriggles onto his side, grabbing at the burning mark you’d left behind and serving to only pull the comforter further away from you.
“Get off the blanket you–fuck! Don’t push me you weeb ass–ah!” He reaches out, grasping at your arm, but cannot stop your fall and you land in a heap on the floor, luckily with the comforter wrapped around you to cushion the landing. “Ow!”
Your head gives another painful throb, and you glare up at him as he chuckles and rests his chin on the edge of the mattress, looking down at you. “You got the blanket at least?”
“Do you have Advil in this nerd lair? Because you’re already giving me a headache.” He laughs, rubbing the back of his neck and stretching with a grunt as he falls back onto the bed, out of your sight.
“Nah but there’s orange juice and painkillers downstairs, want me to get some for you?” You smile to yourself just for a moment at his offer but shake your head, regardless of the fact that he can’t see you.
“No I gotta pee anyway, I’ll go.” You unfold yourself from the blanket and reach for the first item of clothing in your vicinity, slipping Jungkook’s black t-shirt from the night before over your head and standing on achy legs. You force yourself to suck it up even as a sharp twinge stabs through your stomach; you took the dick, you’ll wear the pain.
Jungkook reaches out just as you step away and lands a light smack on your bare ass just under the hem of the shirt, and quickly steals the comforter off the floor once more in your absence, and you leave him chuckling to himself as you venture into the hall.
The frat is a complete mess, as could be expected from a Friday night party, and as you make a beeline for the –clearly already been cleaned– kitchen, a low whistle sounds from the couches behind you.
“That is a very short ensemble, _____. Please, feel free to bend over for us.” You fix Jimin with a glare, noting the pink flush still in his cheeks and the cheeky grin – he’s still drunk.
“How about you bend over so I can shove something where the sun doesn’t shine, Park?” He falls back against Taehyung’s shoulder with peals of laughter, waking the younger from his light slumber and making him jostle the cup of water nestled between his thighs, covering himself in the liquid.
“I thought girls were meant to be in good moods after a decent dicking down?” Yoongi quips, pulling another giggle from Jimin’s quickly reddening face, and you turn on your heel, juice and painkillers in hand.
“Is that why you’ve been so grumpy, Yoonie? Haven’t had a good dicking in a while?” Taehyung splutters, water bursting from his lips and showering Jimin, but the intoxicated boy is too far gone in his cackling, sliding slowly off the couch, to even notice. You can hear Yoongi cursing back at you as you jog back upstairs.
Jungkook lifts his head from the pillow at the sound of the door clicking shut, and you offer him a small smile through squinting eyes as you cross the room to close the blinds. Sighing in relief once your retinas are safe, you make your way back to the bed and down your painkillers and a large mouthful of juice before offering the same to Jungkook who smiles gratefully.
“Your bed is so soft.” Relaxing back against the pillows, you pull the comforter up to your chin, yelping when Jungkook’s hands, cold from the cup, sneak around your waist and pull you into his chest. He only chuckles, squeezing you between his muscular arms and shuffling down under the blanket to nuzzle his face between your breasts and making you giggle.
“Your boobies are so soft.” Snorting, you throw a well-aimed palm at the back of his head, which only serves to make him press his face closer before shaking it side to side quickly and you try to push him away with a yelp.
“Ew, don’t motorboat me!”
__________
Irene laughs freely at the way you’re hitting your forehead on the table in front of you, reaching across with the assumption that you aren’t noticing her steal your fries. “It’s not that bad, _____. You’re not the only person that has to resit that assessment. Besides, isn’t it better you’re getting another chance to improve your score?”
“I already tried my best, what do they want from me?” You swat at her thieving fingers when she reaches for another chip and she snorts, slapping your hand right back before dipping the fry into her own tomato sauce. “I’m gonna be stuck studying the same shit all weekend!”
“You don’t have to study all weekend. Plus a certain someone will be there tomorrow night.” You glare at her, scraping the pickles off your cheeseburger and watching her steal them too. “No doubt he can help you de-stress.”
“Why do you say it like that? He’s my actual boyfriend, not some high school crush.” Your burger has grown cold in the time you’ve spent forming the red mark above your eyebrows, but you’re a partially broke college student and what you get is what you get. “Plus I see him every damn day, nothing special.”
“Because as hard as he is for you, you’re soft for Jeon Jungkook and I know you’ll never admit it.” You simply roll your eyes, stealing one of her nuggets in retaliation and poking your tongue out at the offended expression you get in return.
“Who’s soft for Jeon Jungkook and won’t admit it?” You groan again, quickly trying to move your tray away from another pair of thieving digits, but Yoongi is much faster than normal with food at stake.
“It’s okay, I already know she is.” Jungkook settles on the other side of you, sitting sideways on the bench and sliding closer to you to wrap an arm around your waist. You roll your eyes again when he leans in to kiss your cheek, nuzzling his nose against you with a wide smile as you try to hide your own from Irene’s beady eyed grin.
“Okay, honestly, get your own food!” Yoongi ignores you; taking another bite of your cheeseburger while you huff in annoyance, face twisting at the moisture in Jungkook’s shirt from playing basketball but leaning against him regardless. “You owe me a cheeseburger meal. Both of you.” Irene grins, tearing her nugget in half between her teeth, and Yoongi silently takes a twenty out of his wallet and throws it down in front of you.
“Buy a couple, I’m hungry as hell.” You cheer, standing quickly to walk up to the counter, but a small tug on your elbow has you pausing to face Jungkook, quirking your eyebrow at his cheeky grin as he follows closely behind you.
“I got your text about the resit next week and I know you’re stressed out but are you still coming to the party?” You both move aside as someone clears their throat behind Jungkook, obviously impatient to see if one of you is planning on ordering.
“Even if I wasn’t, I don’t doubt Irene would drag me kicking and screaming from our dorm if I tried to stay home.” He snorts before glancing at the man standing just behind you in line, hand cupping your waist while he leans in even closer to whisper in a way that has you dreading whatever he’s planned up.
“Well make sure you come over early then ‘cause I have something for you. Something to make the party a lot more fun.” You stare at him for a minute, suspicion swimming in your eyes as you squint.
“Just what are you planning, Jeon Jungkook?” He doesn’t reply this time, merely nudging you towards the counter where the worker is waiting for you to order with a bored look on her face.
__________
“Oh shit, hang on!” You huff at the sudden voice, the exertion of having pushed against the front door of Beta Tau for the past minute or so making you out of breath, and moments later Jimin’s face appears in the slight gap you’d managed to make. “Hey, _____!”
“What the hell is behind there? I knocked and knocked but nobody came out!” Jimin disappears again and grunts in effort, the drag of furniture accompanying him, and then the door swings open smoothly and he waves you in with an embarrassed giggle.
“Heh, sorry about that. Tae knocked over a vase while taking out the trash and of course left me alone to clean it up, as always. Plus,” he pauses, fishing the earbuds from the neck of his muscle tee, “had these in. Didn’t notice you pushing until you almost squished me with it!”
Sarcastically, he reaches out to poke your bicep in faux appreciation of your ‘muscles’ and you roll your eyes, stepping around him with a playful shove. “Yeah, yeah I’m sure. How did your guys’ sport meet go? Looks like you had quite the time.” And you’re not kidding; the place is still a mess, popcorn, red cups and beer bottles littering the living area.
“Oh yeah, it got pretty crazy!” Jimin grins, surprisingly bright after what you’re sure was a big night, but then again he’s no stranger to still being intoxicated the next day. “Pretty sure your pretty little boyfriend is still upstairs sleeping it off, haven’t seen him since…5 am?”
“Oh god.” It’s half past four, and if he was still asleep then no doubt he must’ve hit the meet up way too hard last night. Jimin doesn’t speak at your groan of dread, merely flashing you a grin before lifting a red cup towards you in cheers, and you shake your head as you step around the bags of trash at the landing of the stairs and jog up to the second floor.
The familiar sounds of ‘morning after’ –regardless of the fact of it being mid afternoon– wash over you as you trail down the hallway, and you suspect the person loudly vomiting in the first bathroom is Hoseok – he’s never been very good at holding his alcohol.
Hushed voices behind various closed doors as well as the gentle bass of an instrumental you don’t recognize, and you pause in front of Jungkook’s door to watch a girl you don’t recognize walk down the hall. Her hair is a complete mess, makeup all over the place and heels in hand, but she doesn’t offer you a second glance as she hurries along to the stairs.
Glancing back, you notice it’s Taehyung’s door that she’s escaped from, and moments later he appears himself, shirtless and tired but a sleepy grin adorning his face when he makes eye contact with you. “Morning, _____!”
“Uh, Tae it’s the middle of the afternoo–” You’re cut off by Yoongi’s door opening next to Taehyung, and his fuzzy head barely peeks through the gap before he’s fixing the younger with a blurry glare.
“Shut the fuck up, Taehyung. You’re so noisy.” Taehyung just keeps walking, rubbing absentmindedly on the nail marks littering his side. “Next time you have a fourth fucking round, be a little more considerate of the people trying to sleep.”
“Good morning to you too, Hyung!”
Seconds later and Taehyung has disappeared into the second bathroom, not bothering to knock even though the shower is clearly running, and you faintly hear Seokjin protesting his intrusion.
“It’s 5pm, you fucking nympho.” Yoongi grunts to himself, nodding at you without further comment and retreating back into his pitch-black cave, and you chuckle to yourself before finally cracking the door of Jungkook’s room.
It takes your eyes a few seconds to adjust to the darkness, but you finally locate the large lump of comforter on the bed and shuffle forwards to lean one knee on the mattress, dropping your bag to the floor. “Kook, you awake?”
There’s nothing but silence for a few moments before you hear a muffled groan and one arm emerges from within to flail around in an attempt to reach for you, and you grasp his warm wrist with a chuckle before he manages to punch you accidentally. “How you feeling?”
“Nnnngh–fuck.” The lump moves slightly but quickly gives up, and you realize his pillow is also covering his head. “Fuuuck¬–”
You snort, dropping his wrist and reaching for the water bottle half hanging out of his discarded book bag beside the bed. Luckily, it still has half the water left, and you poke him with it to pull out another curse.
“Drink some; it’s water. And you clearly need it.” His arm doesn’t lift from the bed, merely opens and slides towards you, and you watch, amused, as he pulls the bottle under the blanket and pillow before you hear the sound of him taking large mouthfuls, forcing you to uncover him quickly. “Kook, you’ll make yourself vomit if you drink too fas–oh my god, what the fuck did you do to your hair?!”
“Babe, please don’t yell my head is pounding!” His eyes squint even though there’s barely any light peaking through the blinds, and he ignores your gaping expression – pressing his face into the mattress and hiding his bleary eyes.
“Your hair is red, Jungkook! Not even red, its fucking pink. Bright fucking pink!” He groans again, rolling onto his back now and rubbing at his face. His torso is bare, and you can see the skin on the sides of his neck is tinged pink from the messy dye job.
“I know it’s pink, I lost a fucking bet with Jimin-hyung and he blindfolded me and dyed my hair, I don’t wanna talk about it.” You reach out and flatten the tuft sticking up on the side of his head, still dazed by the change in colour. It certainly doesn’t look bad, but you’d left Jungkook Friday afternoon with his hair dark brown like normal, and the bright shade it was now definitely required some sort of pre-warning.
“Isn’t this your karma for last year when you made him dye his hair baby pink?” You can’t help but laugh at his unamused expression, and run your fingers through his hair again, slowly adjusting to the colour. “It’s gonna be so fucking bright when you go outside–”
“Fucks sake.” He sits up with a heavy grunt, holding his head as he leans towards you and buries his face in your shoulder, and you rub the hair at the back of his head with a smile, scrunching your nose at the sweaty, alcohol smell that still lingers on his skin. “I’m pretty sure I’m still drunk.”
“Ha! You should probably shower then, drunkie.” You ruffle his hair, ignoring his complaints as you stand up from the bed and grab his towel from the hook behind his door. “Go on, I’ll make you something to eat.”
“Nooo!” He sticks to you like a leech, almost knocking you over with his weight as he pulls you closer, and you giggle at the pout on his face, even if he’s still frowning from his hangover. “Come shower with me?”
“I’m not the one that needs a shower, and you need to eat something to soak up all that alcohol.” He pouts harder as he nuzzles your stomach with his nose, and you push him away with a smile, throwing the towel over his head and leaving it there covering his face. “Go now, I can hear Jin coming out of the bathroom.”
He relents this time, standing and stretching his tired, lean torso carefully while you admire his figure unabashedly. And soon enough he’s clean and mostly dressed, sat atop the comforter as he eats the last of the sandwich you’d made. “You came over pretty early, I was expecting you to come later.”
“You did ask me to come over early, remember? You can sleep more if you want, I have to get ready anyway.” He shakes his head, sliding his empty plate onto the bedside table before leaning down to rummage in the bottom drawer for a few seconds.
“No I wanted you here for a reason. I got this!” He grins, pulling a package out of the drawer along with a pair of scissors and placing them in front of you.
“Wow, would it kill you to invest in some wrapping paper?” You can’t help but tease, even if he only brushes you off with an amused roll of his eyes.
“Just open it.” You do as he says, cutting through the tape holding the box closed before opening the flaps and digging through the paper stuffing until you found another, smaller box. But this one had pictures on the outside and you felt your cheeks flush with heat.
“Jungkook, we’ve been dating for barely a month and you think you can put things up my butt? I don’t know what kind of weird, kinky hentai you’ve been watching, but there is no way this is–” Jungkook splutters before snatching the box from you, and you snort.
“Did they send me the wrong thing?!” He stares into the box before lifting his gaze to glare at you, and you stroke his arm gently with a chuckle, reaching to take the box out and opening it quickly.
“A remote control vibrator huh? Just what are you planning to do with this tonight?” You pull the little device from the plastic casing gently, and Jungkook immediately makes a grab for the remote that falls out behind it. “Because I can tell you right now, if you’re lying and planning to try and get this into my butt, you’ve got another thing coming.”
“No, I’m leaving your butt alone…for now.” You roll your eyes at his grin and give him a suspicious look as he leans in towards you, but fall into his gentle kiss anyway. His tongue glides across your lower lip slowly, just gently parting your lips with the tip of the slick muscle, and you hum a moan as he presses you back against the pillows with a gentle push.
“Just wanted to have a little fun, you know we enjoy the competition. And I have a little challenge for you tonight.” It doesn’t take Jungkook long to wind you up, his bare torso pressing against you warmly and his mouth claiming yours with ease as he rolls his hips against you.
Your moans are muffled by his kiss, breathing coming in heavy pants through your nose as you press yourself ever closer to him when his thigh parts yours to press against the apex of your thighs.
“Hmpf!” You whimper under your breath when the next swivel of his hips has his tensed thigh muscle rubbing against your core, and you automatically respond with a lift of your hips to get closer to the sensation.
Jungkook’s hardened length is obvious against your hip, but he ignores his own need in favor of grinding his thigh even harder against you, and you break away from his mouth with a gasp. “A-And just what is this challenge?”
“You’re so warm, hmm.” Jungkook nuzzles your jaw gently, suckling against the sensitive skin beneath your ear and making you arch up into his chest at the spike of pleasure it invokes. “I want to see how long it takes for you to break and beg me to fuck you.”
Your panties are slowly starting to stick to your core uncomfortably, and you shift your hips with a whine, hands tangled in Jungkook’s hair and pulling his head closer to your neck.
“Mmf–more!” He chuckles against your chest where you’re pushing him closer to the neckline of your shirt, and suckles gently against the swell of your cleavage before sitting up slightly. Humming at the way you whine in complaint at his retreat, he shushes you while soothing your need with slow rolls of his thigh between yours.
“None of this will be any fun later if you cum now, baby. Let’s not move too fast.” You pout; frown marring your expression that had been filled with such pleasure so little ago. He laughs more heartily at your obvious disappointment, but continues on with his plan, sitting up on his knees and picking up the little vibrator from where you’d dropped it on the bed.
The device looks exactly as it does on the box – a bright pink silicone bullet with a looped string on the end to help the removal process. You find yourself chewing your lip as Jungkook sends you a serene smile even as his free hand fiddles with the button of your jeans until it flicks open.
The two of you work together to shuffle the fabric down your legs, but Jungkook only lets it bunch around your knees before flipping you with surprising ease to land on your stomach.
“Oh!” You gasp as he tugs you up onto your knees, face pressed into the mattress, and promptly groan as he swipes his tongue across your damp folds with a wide smile, completely avoiding your clit. “Hng–ah! You fucking tease!”
“Just gotta get you wet enough baby, you know that.” Jungkook moans against your heat as he feels your walls give way to the intrusion of his long tongue, and his arm wraps under your hips and up around your lower back to hold a firm hand against your backside.
“God, please just fuck me!” The vibrations of his moans intensify when he growls at your pleading, and you shudder under his tongue when the noise rattles each vertebra in your spine.
“Don’t tempt me baby girl, unless you don’t plan on leaving my room at all tonight.” You hiss when he swats your thigh with the tips of his fingers, and his mouth fixes against the swell of your ass to suck kisses against the skin while his fingers gather the wetness he’d left behind. “I’ll fuck you long and hard later, but you need to behave for now.”
“P-Promise?” You breathe out a moan as his finger sinks into you, swirling to spread and collect any wetness covering your walls before twisting to find the more sensitive little bundle of muscles within.
“Yeah baby, I promise.” Jungkook’s mouth cuts off any further comment you might have made when he latches onto your clit, and you cry out into the pillow beneath you as a second finger breaches your walls with the new gush of wetness it triggers. He simply enjoys the way you shake and whine under his ministrations for a minute before finally pulling out his fingers and dislodging his mouth with one final wet suckle on your clit.
“Mm–no, wait–” You groan in complaint when you feel the smoother, cooler touch of the silicone at your fluttering entrance, and you can practically feel Jungkook’s grin as he swirls the tip in small circles just to tease you. It’s not much thickness wise, about the same as his two fingers, but the weight and texture as the little bullet slides smoothly into you is instantly obvious.
“Just a little more, baby, it looks so good–fuck.” Jungkook plays with the string a little, dragging the bullet against your walls to see your entrance stretch open against the pull, before repeating the process once more to ensure the vibe is completely coated in your slick before he lets it go.
“Shit–” You take a deep breath, willing yourself to calm down with the knowledge that Jungkook wasn’t going to make you cum, but the weight and pressure of the toy inside you makes your need even harder to ignore. Jungkook’s hand feels heavy itself when he strokes up and down your spine soothingly before grasping your hips and easing you down to the mattress and then onto your side. “H–ah!”
He cant help his wide smile when you hum and gasp as the bullet shift inside you, big enough and pressed deep enough that it puts weight just above your gspot – enough to make your head spin.
“Feel okay?” Stroking your bare hips for a second, Jungkook leans down to kiss the corner of your mouth before shuffling down the bed and starting to redress your lower half. You try to help, lifting your hips and bending in an attempt to pull your bottoms up yourself, but your body is still adjusting to the new stimulation, and you’re forced to just let him do it instead.
“You’re expecting me to walk around the party all night and no doubt dance and everything, all with this thing inside me? Are you insane?” You nudge him with your foot petulantly, still somewhat bitter at your lack of release, but Jungkook simply smiles and buttons your jeans with a chuckle.
“Well I suppose you could sit down all night, even though it’s less fun.” He grins wide at your splutter and dodges the next hit you aim his way, sliding from the mattress onto his feet and reaching to grab a tee shirt off the floor.
__________
Parties in the cooler autumn months mean bonfires in the yard, and with the stress of exam prep you’d endured the past week it’s definitely long overdue for you to get a chance to relax. The party had already started before the sun was all the way down, and when you finally finish getting ready and make your way to the backyard, it’s not hard to locate your boyfriend.
“That hair is like a beacon, I’m not losing you in a hurry.” Jungkook grunts slightly when you land in his lap –not seeming to notice the way you yourself gasp lowly– but quickly makes more room for you to situate yourself properly. He automatically offers you a sip of his drink, but the moment the fumes reach your nose and you spot the brightly colored liquid you immediately dodge the cup. “God, didn’t you learn something from last night? Jimin’s cocktails are not a good idea.”
“Just ‘cause you cant handle the heat!” You can feel a shoe poking you in the back, and you shoot Jimin a glare over your shoulder, to which he only giggles and makes himself more comfortable where he’s laid back on the couch with his head in Taehyung’s lap.
“He woke up with pink hair, I think the question of who can ‘handle the heat’ is already answered.” You ignore Jungkook’s groan and shoot Jimin another smile. “Besides, handling the heat and dumb seem to coincide, no?”
“We all know I was just returning the favor, after being nicknamed cotton candy boy by the rest of my team last year!” Jimin glares at the side of Jungkook’s head, but the younger remains unbothered – drinking slowly from his cup with a grin.
“Yes but you were talked into that bet so easy, Chim, she’s not wrong about the dumb part.” Yoongi chimes in from the other side of the fire, Irene nestled against his side in an attempt to reach across him to the bottle in his other hand, and she throws you a wave with bleary eyes and pink cheeks. “You two go together well! Dumber and Dumbest.”
All while the boys throw insults a compare similar idiocies from parties past, Jungkook remains quiet, seemingly content with his cheek leant to your shoulder and his palm holding the curve of your ass. His short nails catch on the texture of your denim jeans, tickling your skin underneath, and you shift on his lap as a throb of warmth echoes through you.
“Feeling okay?” You don’t have to look at him; you can feel his cheek is tight from smiling so hard, and at your stubborn refusal to give him the pleasure of admitting how effected you already are, his chest vibrates with laughter. “Don’t ignore me baby~.”
“I’m not ignoring you, you needy brat.” You roll your eyes, unable to help your smile when you look down to find his eyes shining up at you, and his hold tightens on your hips as he leans up to press his lips to your jaw.
“_____, you drinking?” You blink.
“Hm?” Turning from giving Jungkook unnecessary attention to face, you look towards Jimin as he sits up and stretches his arms high above his head, flashing a peek of his toned tummy to the group as he groans before waving his empty cup towards you. “Oh, yeah I am. You going in to get a refill?”
“Baby~. Can you get me a refill too?” Jungkook flutters his eyelashes sickeningly sweetly up at you, and you can distantly hear Hoseok and Namjoon losing their shit across the circle, gagging loudly.
“If I must ¬– I’ll come with you Chim.” You take Jungkook’s cup with a roll of your eyes, and stand to meet Jimin, managing to take a step before your legs give way beneath you and you fall towards the elder–right into his lap.
The bullet had sprung to life inside you, heavy vibrations rushing through your aching core and aftershocks stimulating your clit just enough to blindside you for a moment, and when your head clears from the shock you can hear Jimin and Irene saying your name in mild alarm.
“I thought you hadn’t had anything to drink yet babe, you okay?” You sniff, shrugging off Jungkook’s fake concern when you instantly recognize the smugness ringing in his voice. The bullet is still once more, vibrations ceased as fast as they’d started, and when you look towards your boyfriend you now realize his hand is tucked safely into his jacket pocket, out of sight.
“I’m fine, just uh, dead leg I guess.” You don’t check anyone’s faces to see if your lame excuse was convincing, but promptly squeak in surprise when Jimin uses his steadying grip on your hips to pull you to your feet.
The thought of looking him in the eyes after almost face planting his dick is a little too much, and you avoid any eye contact you as hide your blush behind your hair, choosing to turn and shoot Jungkook one last look of warning before you proceed back into the house.
The few hours following that incident go relatively smoothly, Jungkook not pulling any more surprises on you yet, and the relaxed vibe from the party almost causes you to forget you’ve even got the little device inside you.
Drink after drink leads you to follow Irene to the dance floor, and the two of you quickly merge yourselves into the middle of the mob, the moisture of warm bodies and vigorous dancing quickly coating your skin. The blurriness of your eyes paired with the darkness of the room means it doesn’t take long for you to lose her in the crowd, and it also means you don’t realize anyone’s approaching you until he already has his hands on your shoulders.
“You look like you’re having fun!” Jimin grins, admiring the way you spin and twist before him with excitement sparkling in your eyes, but he doesn’t miss the way you glance around to see if Jungkook is with him. “He’s still outside – told me you were in here dancing and I saw you were alone. Thought I’d come and keep you company!”
You don’t reply; merely grinning in acceptance and quickly taking a hold of his wrists before spinning him in a circle and throwing your arms up into the air. Jimin giggles loudly, returning the favor and spinning you so fast you almost lose your footing, stumbling against his chest, and that’s when it happens.
“Hngk!” You keel over in Jimin’s gentle hold, forehead hitting his shoulder and your nails dimpling the soft leather of his jacket as the vibe springs to life again. The weight of it feeling even more intense now it seems to be slipping, and you automatically clench around the device to keep it from escaping your slick walls, which is a grave mistake.
The tightening of your core nestles the end of the bullet right against your gspot, and you force yourself to pretend that you didn’t just moan into the cotton covering Jimin’s shoulder. You can faintly hear him asking if you’re okay, if you’re gonna be sick, if you need his help, but you ignore him completely and make a dash for the door, eyes flickering around the room in an attempt to spot your boyfriend, but he is no where to be found.
You make it to the bathroom, though each step is almost painful, and the moment the door is shut behind you, you collapse against the counter – thighs shaking with the effort it’s taking to hold you up while your body starts to ready itself for climax.
The thought of just taking the infernal little thing out before you can finish appears, but having already been denied a release today you figure it wouldn’t hurt to let the situation run its course. And it would, if Jungkook wasn’t content on playing with you even more.
Poor Jimin was very confused
Came looking for me straight away
Said you looked like you were going to be sick
Said you were groaning in pain
What would he say if he knew…?
The vibrations die down slightly, and you whine quietly in protest at the knowledge that he clearly wasn’t going to let you finish. Staring down at your phone as each message comes through, you find yourself clenching harder around the device, thighs pressing together in an attempt to prolong your pleasure. But as always, Jungkook can read you without even being in the same room – nor even speaking to you.
All sensations die down, and you groan in annoyance, head tipping back against the wall as you try and breathe to calm yourself down, but you choke on your own spit when a pulse jets through you from the bullet, and then again, and again. Of course the damn thing had different modes, you should have known!
You’re probably close huh, baby?
So close and yet so far…
All you have to do is say the magic words
And I’ll walk straight into that bathroom and fuck you like you want me to
I’m right outside baby
Just say the words
“I give up!” The door squeaks, wood sliding against the doorframe and the sound of the bass emitting down the hall echoes of the tiles, muffling the sound of Jungkook’s shoes as he strolls into the room before the door locks shut with a click. “Fuck you, I hate you so much.”
“Oh? You don’t look like you hate me.” And he’s right, the reflection in the mirror; he flush in your cheeks, the sweat dampening your brow and the way your chest is heaving with each pulsation the bullet pushes through your walls. “You look like you want me – badly.”
“Please just fuck me, you said you’d fuck me!” Jungkook’s body heats at the raw desire swimming in your eyes, desperation bleeding into your inhibitions and rendering them void. Oh, how he loves when you ask him, gaze begging him to ruin you, body just calling for his touch.
“Yes I did, but I didn’t say when. And I’m quite enjoying the show.” Jungkook steps closer and you immediately reach out to pull him against you, pressing your heaving breasts into his chest and moaning as a sudden gush of wetness has your panties starting to stick uncomfortably against your folds.
“Kook, please, I’ll do whatever you want!” A faint click has the pulsations whirring back up to a constant thrum, and you can feel even more moisture dampening your core and seeping through to stain against the crotch of your jeans. It was baffling how he could do this, turn you into such a mess when just ten minutes ago, anything remotely akin to this was so far from your mind.
“Whatever I want? Hm?” Jungkook’s grin grows as he leans down towards you, and the press of his lips finally against your skin almost makes your knees buckle. Another click sounds and the vibrations intensify, the white noise of blood rushing through your ears filling your head as you become lost in the pleasure, every ounce of your being centred on that one small point of contact. “What if I don’t want you to cum yet?”
“J-Jungk–kngk–” Your voice cracks into a sob when the pulsations fluctuate once again and Jungkook pulls back to watch as your expression morphs with each emotion that rushes through you. The unadulterated pleasure that covers your face when your release starts to peak has his erection throbbing with want, calling for him to just hurry up and give in to what you want, but he’s set on playing with you just a little bit longer.
Slotting his thigh between yours, he presses his lips more firmly to your jaw, suckling against the flesh when you arch up into his touch, and he moans as your hip brushes against his swollen cock in an attempt grind your covered core against the thick muscle. You moan just as earnestly back at him, nails digging easily through his shirt to press crescent half moons into his skin, and you buck against him desperately as your orgasm starts to build.
Jungkook’s can feel with his hand on your side just how fast and hard your heart is beating, sweat beading in the curve of your spine where you’re arched sharply against him, and he pulls back from your jaw to shift his hand to your neck. Moaning as his hand closes around your throat, you cry out as he tugs you away from the wall and pushes you to meet the counter front on, hips finding the edge of the basin painfully as he steps up behind you.
“Bend over baby.” You do as he says hurriedly; elbows hitting the counter and lungs gasping for air at the reprieve you get when he lifts his hold on your throat and uses rushed fingers to unbutton your jeans. They don’t even make it all the way off, merely trapping your thighs and giving you even less room to work with, and soon your panties are just the same, ruining the smooth skin of your inner thighs with streaks of shiny slick.
“F-Fuck!” Somewhere past the white noise in your head, you can hear Jungkook groaning out how good it looks when he grasps the string connected to the bullet and pulls it free from your core, but you whine in protest and push back in an attempt to keep the vibe inside you.
“Look at that eager little pussy, so desperate to cum, hm?” Jungkook’s mouth meets the back of your shoulder, teeth grazing the skin just enough to have shudders wracking your spine before he nips you playfully. His words don’t register, your brain too overloaded on sensation to let you concentrate, but he doesn’t need you to tell him when you’re going to cum; it’s written all over your face.
Pulling the vibe free from your core, he lets his fingers trail over your swollen folds, the trickle of wetness following the little device dirtying his fingers and running rivulets down to where your jeans are trapping your legs. Your walls are already so receptive, swollen and pulsing from the sudden lack of stimulation, and so when he slides his digits into the soft flesh and crooks the pads of fingers into the most sensitive patch of nerves, you fall weak in his hold.
You don’t even realize it but your hips start to undulate, the need that had been building all night feeding into your desperation and leaving you with no other thought in mind but to cum. Jungkook leans back to watch you at work, hissing through his teeth when the sight of his fingers being engulfed by your puffy folds sends another painful throb through his cock.
Two fingers turns into three, and you cry out with a sharp convulsion as you keel over to press your forehead to the counter, your arousal making it so easy for his fingers to stretch you open, and you almost cry in relief at the thought that you will finally get to feel his cock as your core tightens to cum–
And then he’s gone, fingers pulled from your core and heat disappearing from behind you, and you are livid.
Whirling on your heavy feet, legs shaking and eyes turning wet with tears of frustration that you refuse to let fall, you glare heavily at Jungkook’s smug expression, turning angrier as the sight of his tongue peeking out to lick the slick from his fingers echoes a throb in your core.
All flushed cheeks and clumsy hands, you maintain your anger as you yank your jeans and panties up your thighs and fix the opening firmly shut, letting the discomfort of the way your underwear had rolled up with your harsh pulling fuel you. And then, ignoring Jungkook’s baffled expression, you pat down your hair and give yourself a quick once over in the mirror and storm from the bathroom.
The struggle that is getting through the crowded hallway to the stairs and up to the second landing, the hoards of people in your way while you’re already so on edge, ensures that by the time you do reach Jungkook’s room, you’re just as incensed as you had been when you’d left him downstairs. And true to his nature, Jungkook appears no less than 35 seconds later, slipping silently into the room and locking the door firmly before finally turning to you.
He watches with wide eyes yet barely masked amusement as you strip yourself of each item of clothing, one by one, until your panties hit the floor in a damp bundle and you’re completely bare.
Marching forwards determinedly, you refuse to be sated by the fact he steps forwards to meet you and instantly push him back to meet the door before taking his lips viciously with your own. He hums as you suck his lower lip between your teeth, helping you to peel off his jacket and separating only momentarily to discard his shirt, and then turning your positions and knocking your back into the wall.
When your hands have had their fill of the toned muscles lining his torso, and his fingers fall to the zip of his fly, you pull away from his mouth with a harsh nip against his swollen flesh, and push him down until he’s in line with your dripping heat. “Fix it.”
“Oh? And here I thought you were angry at me. But look how wet I got you with my little game, hm?” The cockiness in his eyes makes your blood boil even hotter than just your arousal, and your expressions contorts akin to a snarl, nails threatening to break through his skin.
But his grin only grows and you don’t hesitate to twist your fingers into his hair and pull his mouth to the apex of your thighs, legs buckling at the instant pleasure.
“F-fuck–ah!” Jungkook seems to sense you’re in no mood for teasing and urges your shaky leg to hook over his shoulder in order to grant him deeper access to your leaking entrance. He dives in without hesitation, suckling hard on your swollen, sensitive clit and humming in delight as your back arches sharply off the wall and your fingers pull his hair tight at the pleasure.
Your earlier orgasm doesn’t take long to arise, and you whimper pleadingly as the tips of Jungkook’s fingers part your glistening folds and sink deep within your clenching walls. You immediately push down to meet his digits, clit grazing over the front of his teeth before you lift yourself again and undulate your hips.
Jungkook releases a guttural groan as the slick sound of your walls gliding over his fingers fills the room, and you bite down heavily on your lip to contain your noises of ecstasy. The motions of your grinding against his tongue and fingers leaves his nose, cheeks and chin covered in the moisture of your pleasure, and you let your head tip back to rest against the wall as you move with even more vigor, chasing your release.
You cum with a loud squeak, the tang of iron filling your mouth as your teeth tear into the delicate flesh of your inner lip, and Jungkook easily takes over where your hips stutter and pause. Nose digging into the softer flesh below your navel, he tongues hard at your clit as he braces himself and fucks you viciously with his three drenched fingers, curling deeply into your tender gspot.
You wince momentarily at the overstimulation but quickly melt into his embrace as he drags you towards a second release; a dopey, lidded expression of ecstasy on your face even as you flush and gasp, growing lightheaded as you struggle to stand straight above him. But he’s determined, and within a minute you’re driven over the edge once more, tears of pleasure welling in your eyes and shining across your cheekbones as you tremble and shudder in his hold.
Jungkook stands, ignoring the sharp ache in his knees from the hard floor, and immediately loops an arm around your waist to hold you steady as his lips meet yours, thumb of his clean hand stroking away the moisture on your cheeks. “Better?”
“Fuck me.” He chuckles at your slurred words, pressing his lips to your cheek just gently before sucking your lip between his and pulling you from the wall.
You stumble back blindly, led by the pressure of his warm body against yours, and when the backs of your knees find the side of the mattress you fall back willingly, hair splayed around your head and bare breasts bouncing together with the force of your fall. Jungkook stands over you, lips still shining with the taste of you, and you lean up on your elbows, legs parted to invite him in, as he flicks open the fly of his jeans. The pile of denim meets the floor the same time as his knees hit the mattress behind your thighs, and your legs hook over his hips to pull him in.
“Mmf!” You moan against his mouth as his tongue twines with yours deeply, teeth nipping at the tip of your wet muscle before his own glides a wet shine across your lips, and you lick hungrily at them when he pulls away to chase any trace of his flavor left behind.
“Can’t wait to fuck that tight little pussy, baby.” The vibration of his words spoken against the inside of your knee sends sparks across you skin that break out in goose bumps and you whine petulantly with a cant of your hips against his. “Roll over, show me where you want it.”
Your limbs feel weak but you muster the energy to do as he asks quickly, snatching a pillow from the head of the bed and hugging it to your chest as you flip onto your front. The fabric muffles your next moan when his hands take a handful of each ass cheek to spread your folds wide, humming in appreciation as his breath washes over your soaked core.
A cry is ripped from your throat as his mouth finds your entrance one last time, teeth careful but firm as he grazes your labia and sucks each one between his lips before gathering all the wetness in his mouth and depositing it right against the dip of your hole. “K-Kook, please–”
“Hold your pussy open, don’t let it drip off.” Your ass smarts as his hand swats roughly against your cheek and you turn your head to the side to breathe as your arms abandon the pillow to reach back. Your nails dimple the soft flesh beside your mound as you pull each side open, and you arch your spine invitingly as you lay in wait. “Fuck, yes.”
The tip of his cock slaps wetly against your core, his hips rolling slowly as he drags the underside through the slick he’d so carefully placed, and his hands find the curves of your waist as he leans over you. You arch your back even further until you’re forced to stop by a painful twinge in your spine, and he hisses as your movements cause the head of his length to catch on your entrance with his next thrust.
No words are needed as he tilts his hips up and presses forward into your heat, the stretch warming your bones and pushing the air from your lungs as he manages to get halfway in before drawing back slowly. The second push is a lot smoother, and he quickly bottoms out with a deep groan, hips twitching with slight sensitivity as your walls wrap tight around his cock.
“S-So, big, hhngk–” The words are hard to manage with the way you’re pinned to the bed, and you think back to the first time you’d had sex with him. Just how impossible it’d seemed at the time for his large girth and length to fit inside you, but the amount of foreplay you’d endured all day meant your walls were stretched and slick, more ready for him than ever.
“I fuck you every day, and you’re still so fucking tight baby.” Jungkook lifts one hand from your waist to lean on his forearm next to your head, and the heat of his lips as they glide across your shoulder to suck bruises along the curve of your neck adds to the fire that he’s sparking deep in your abdomen. His pace fastens gradually, back curved over you to hit hard and deep, and your knees start to slip against the comforter under the force, making the tip of his cock drag hard against your gspot. “Y-You like knowing –fuck– how hard I was all night? Knowing your tight little cunt was nice and wet, just waiting to get fucked?”
“Oh my god–” Your thighs shake as the knot he’s forming in your core tightens unbearably, and your hips drop to the bed as your walls throb, release closing in on you despite how exhausted you’re becoming. “Baby–”
But Jungkook takes it in stride, shifting with barely a pause to straddle your left leg and tip you on your side, hand hooking under your right knee and pulling your leg up until your ankle hooks over his opposite shoulder. The release on your neck and chest lets you gasp for air, and your waist twists until your shoulder blades rest comfortably on the bed and you can see his glowing face clearly as he gazes down at you reverently.
“So fucking pretty.” You moan in reply as he grinds his cock deep against you before resuming his thrusting, hand returning to your waist and keeping your hips firmly in place as he drops his head a kisses you deep. Your moans mix together as you suck against the tip of his tongue, catching it as it glides across your lips, and his breath washes across your face in a cool breeze, highlighting just how flushed you must be.
“Gonna cum?” His lips brush against your cheek as you tilt your face to breathe properly, and you can barely manage a nod let alone be coherent enough to answer. “Cum for me, w-wanna feel you, beautiful.”
“G-gukk–ah!” Your hips jerk as he sits back once more, freeing up his arm and allowing him to press a quickly tongue-slicked thumb to your clit, and your body overloads in pleasure. Each muscle burns in protest at the force with which your orgasm shoots through you, and just like each joint in your body, your walls lock tightly against his length and push him to release quickly.
“M’ gonna c-cum! Can I–can I cum in your mouth?” You moan wantonly with overstimulation as his cock swells with his impending orgasm and nod eagerly, wanting desperately to watch him release. You pull your leg down from where it’s propped up against his torso just in time to give him room to leap from between your thighs, and by the time your tongue drops just past your lips and your hands press against the backs of his thighs for encouragement, he’s already pumping hard at his cock as drops of release hit your mouth.
Moaning heavily through his nose with rushed, high pitched pants of exertion, Jungkook’s kiss-swollen lips stretch in a pleased smile as he slows his hand, wiping the last beads of release at his tip against your lips like gloss and tapping just enough times to make you fix him with a playful glare.
“A work of art.” You swallow thickly while rolling your eyes, licking your lips clean and furrowing your brows as the thick liquid passes through your throat, and Jungkook drops down beside you with a groan, sweaty skin sticking to yours uncomfortably.
Now you’re relaxing the sounds of the party filter back to you, and you briefly wonder if anyone might’ve heard the two of you, but exhaustion takes over faster than you can care, and you push him out of your way as you drag yourself back up the bed to slip beneath the covers. “Baby?”
“Mm?” Jungkook looks up from where he’s leaning down to grab clean underwear out of the draw beside the bed, one of his big, oversized tshirts already in hand for you.
“Go get me a drink.” He stares at you blankly for a moment before looking down at his naked self and returning your gaze once more.
“Are you serious?” You smile, eyes drifting shut as you nuzzle further into the pillow with a shrug and stretch your aching legs under the covers. “Babe, I’m naked.”
“You’re the one that wanted to come in my mouth, hun.” Jungkook huffs and complains all through redressing himself into his jeans and shirt from earlier, trying hard to make his hair not seem so freshly sex mussed and with one last glance at you, slips from the room with a loud groan.
“If the sex wasn’t so good I swear–”
“Mmhm.”
#bts smut#jungkook smut#jungkook imagines#jungkook scenarios#jungkook one shot#bts imagines#bts scenarios#bts one shot#vaunt#sorry this is so late!!#I may or may not have rewrote like 3k of it last night#hope you all love it <3
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animorph lads and controller gents
Oh. Anon no. Anon, you have given me a nugget for angst by god. Okay okay. So. Sorta yes, sorta no. You ready for a rambly oneshot? Be ready for a rambly one shot
According to the yeerks, James Ryan Haywood and Epslin 413 were dead and devoured by the creatures of the cruel and blistering arizona desert. This was only true for one of them though.
Ryan, he had been an involuntary host, picked up from his dreadful foster home by the Sharing with the promise of free food and a safe zone. He had been too trusting of the altruistic organization, up until the point he was being escorted down into the underground bunker area and having his head forced down into that cursed murky water, a slug alien entering his ear and taking control over his actions.
Years he had suffered in silence, fighting tooth and nail when he could. He watched as the Yeerk piloted his body around, forcing him into an arizonan college (closer to the yeerks home base) and into an IT program, minoring in theatre to keep the facade of Ryan’s love of theatre intact, despite the fact the yeerk despised it. Of course he passed with flying colors and soon found himself in an IT job. Still, eight years later Ryan still fought against the yeerk in his head. It was only by luck that Ryan would find his freedom again.
It had been a call, of him having to hop in a car and drive a few hours away to assist a job. It had been utter luck for him that his car broke down mid way through the drive, even more so that he was on the day his yeerk needed to head into the pit to recharge. Ryan could feel himself laughing at the Yeerk’s misfortune. 24 hours and he was a free man once more. While he was excited, the Yeerk was terrified. He had no cell phone, no Yeerk communication device either. He was alone.
Eventually night fell, and so did Ryan’s body in fatigue. As the night drawled on the Fugue started to hit, racking the yeerk and host both in pain. Slowly Epslin 413 died, memories of former hosts invading Ryan’s mind and leaving themselves there. Four other hosts before Ryan. One Gedd, two Hork-Bajir, and one other human, a teen that had been an involuntary host as well, one that managed to free himself the only way he could in the cage, by death. After what felt like an eternity the Yeerk receded out of Ryan’s mind, shriveled up on the cold desert ground. For the first time in forever Ryan laughed, he was free.
It wasn’t until morning that a trucker would pull off and pick Ryan up, that was the true birth of Ryan the free man, and the final nail in James the Controller’s coffin. That was the start of his hitchhiking to Los Santos, ignoring the news of the search for James Ryan Haywood. He stayed low in the city. Always wearing something to obscure his face, no use in someone actually recognizing him, even worse if it would be a controller.
It was no surprise he was mistaken as a hitman, with the whole paranoia and face hiding thing. It was a surprise that Ryan actually went along with it. Maybe it was the fact he had seen too many deaths in his time as a controller that he was numb to it all, maybe a lingering malicious will of the yeerk that controlled him, or, most terrifyingly, maybe he had always had the capability and willingness. But becoming a hitman was a blessing as much as it cursed him. It gave him more freedom, It made it so when he killed a high level controller the Yeerks didn’t think it was a Yeerk thing but a human thing. So he passed the years like that, picking off the controllers he could, making money off his kills.
Then the Fake AH Crew formed. He was sent an invite, a nice little postcard in his mail from one Geoff Ramsey. At first he panicked. Then he decided if this was somehow Yeerk related it would be best to play along right? Thankfully for him it wasn’t yeerk related. It was a bonafide crew, a gang of criminals. Yet as time drawled on in the crew became more and more of a dysfunctional family. Then the day came when they all died, but at the same time they didn’t. They all came back. Some, like Gavin, were up almost instantly, but others, Ryan, took hours to repair the damage. When Ryan did come back it was full of panic and wondering if Hell was home, which of course causes Geoff to laugh. Ryan gets a welcome to Immortality speech (distantly Ryan is glad that he’s yeerk free, the things the yeerks would have done to him if they knew he was immortal). After that the crew gets closer, due to their immortal status and that the more elder ones finally having people who wouldn’t die in fifty years for the first time in centuries, if not millennia.
Ryan went soft, he had relaxed. Most days he only lounged around the penthouse in simple face paint. It had been a mistake. A grave mistake. Geoff started going off on more and more ‘meetings’ spending little to no time in the penthouse for a month. Then one night the lads didn’t come home. There were reports of a meteor hitting Mount Chilliad (Ryan doubted it was a meteor, it was probably a bug ship that malfunctioned). Ryan just hoped the lads hadn’t gone to it, but knowing them and the fact they weren’t home made Ryan anxious. Jack tried to calm Ryan down, telling him that the lads probably were just drunk and that’s why they weren’t answering their phones.
Then they came home, looking ragged as hell, scorch marks on their clothes. They were full of anxious nerves, distrust showing in their eyes as they looked at the gents, like they were expecting them to attack. Then they asked a damning question.
“So, what do you think of the existence of Aliens?” Gavin asked, the calmest of the lads. Then again Gavin was a grifter, more than a century poured into his craft. But the reactions were imminent in the crew. Ryan froze, flashbacks to Epslin 413 and his time as a controller rearing his ugly head. Ryan wasn’t the only one to react though. Geoff had frozen as well, staring the lads down, expression unreadable.
“Why do you ask Gavin?” Jack asked, genuinely confused. Ryan glanced at Jack, of course she doesn’t know. Ryan was willing to bet Jack had never knowingly interacted with a controller before. Ryan went to drop a retort when he saw Geoff reaching for something out of the corner of his eye, his heart turned to ice as he saw what it was. A Dracon Ray. Ryan didn’t think, he just acted. He leapt for Geoff, wrestling the blaster away, dimly he was aware of the Lads yelling, but adrenaline was high in Ryan’s veins. Geoff was a controller. God knows for how long. In the end Ryan won and was holding the alien gun, pointing it at Geoff’s head, snarl on his lips. The room was silent, the lads recognizing the blaster as alien, and immediately were on edge, reaching for their own weapons.
“Yeerk Fucker.” Michael growled, eyes darting from Ryan to Geoff, trying to figure out who the Yeerk was. Ryan could feel himself shake, but stayed focused on Geoff, the one confirmed Yeerk in the room.
“Bet you can’t even work that.” The Yeerk growled out. Ryan barked out a laugh, deftly armed the blaster from years of practice ingrained in his muscle memory.
“Oh don’t I? These haven’t changed since I was a controller.” Ryan said darkly. The Yeerk inhabiting Geoff twisted his friend’s face into a sneer.
“There are no cases of Hosts getting free.”
“My enslaver was Epslin-413. I was used with the intention of working IT and working my way up in a promising company. ‘I’ had to drive through the Arizona desert from one town to the next for a job. The Yeerk was supposed to go to the Yeerk Pool in the small city after the job was done to recharge there. Fortunately for me my car broke down. No one came along that road, not till the fugue set in and Epslin 413 was long dead. I am James Ryan Haywood. I faked my death to escape you parasites, today you will get a small taste of the helplessness you put my friend in.” Ryan growled out, glancing to the Lads.
“Lockdown, three days. No one leaves or enters the penthouse.” Ryan said, voice hard.
“Yes, yeah. Lockdown. Force the Yeerk in Geoff into a fugue. But uh. I have to get one person and we need to explain ourselves.” Gavin said, dashing to the elevator. Ryan bit his lip, wanting to go after him, but the possibility of Geoff Yeerk getting Free was too much to risk. So Ryan tied Geoff down, and Jeremy tied Jack down. Jack was confused, but was willing enough while Geoff thrashed about, causing Michael to have to hold the older gent down.
By the time Geoff was tied down Gavin was back, with someone who looked very very similar to Trevor, if Trevor wasn’t white. The clothes he was wearing were ill fitting, obviously not his own, and he didn’t even have shoes. The new Guy was looking around before zeroing in on the thrashing controller and then looking at Ryan and the Dracon Ray.
“So that’s the former Controller! Hi I’m Alfredo, not my real name but I like that name much better than my birth name. I’m an andalite and I’m here to help!” He said, then to prove his point he started morphing, ripping and shredding the clothes on his body as he went from ethnic Trevor to alien centaur with stalk eyes. Ryan was immediately at attention, memories of Visser Three flooding his mind.
“Andalite.” Ryan said, nodding to the alien.
“Okay. Story Time on what we did last night.” Gavin said, clearing his voice.
“So last night we were fucking around on Mount Chilliad. We met Trevor up there, he was doing some space stuff. We started fucking around, planning shenanigans. Then the ship fell. We of course checked it out, thinking we could snag some cool military grade shit and then gtfo. It was an Andalite ship. Inside was Alfredo and Elfangor. Elfangor was badly wounded, he was dying. Alfredo was in much better shape. Elfangor told us about the Yeerks, gave us some psychic images of them and imprinted some data of the yeerks in our minds. Then he gave us this.” Gavin nodded to Jeremy, who produced a glowing blue box that had Yeerk Geoff’s eyes bugging out.
“The Escafil Device. Or as we’ve been calling it, the Blue Cube. He. He gave us the morphing ability and told us to take Alfredo and run. We did. Visser Three, he was arriving as we were sneaking away. We heard him kill Elfangor. We ran, once we reached our car we realized we were fucked. Couldn’t take them down. And we couldn’t walk about with a blue horse thing. Alfredo, he did some fancy shenanigans and acquired us all and made his own human morph. So began our two hour at a time trek back home after putting Alfredo in a spare set of Michael’s work out clothes. We eventually got home, told Alfredo to wait in the garage, and well you know the rest.” Gavin said.
“Where’s Trevor then?” Jack asked, frown on her face.
<Glad you asked that oh friend of mine.> A voice buzzed in their heads, sounding like Trevor. In a few seconds a fly began enlarging and becoming more and more human like, grotesquely morphing into one Trevor Collins.
“Put your clothes on.” Michael huffed, tossing some clothes to the stark naked man.
“We’ll have to figure out clothes that go with our morphs.” Gavin muttered as Trevor pulled on his clothes.
<Later. Right now is making sure your gent friends are free of any and all Yeerk infestations.> The andalite Thought spoke.
“Are we tying up Ryan too or?” Jeremy trailed off, not looking like he particularly wanted to. Probably didn't help that he was still holding the blaster. Ryan disarmed it and gently set it far away from Geoff.
“If you want, it’s fine. I understand.” Being a previous host he really could understand.
<I think he’ll be fine. Besides what are the odds he overpowers all five of us?> Alfredo responded, causing Jeremy to snort.
“Pretty damn high. Ryan’s our resident murder hobo.” Jeremy said, causing Ryan to huff and mutter am not.
<What’s a Murder Hobo?>
The three days followed a semi strict schedule, Alfredo took the night shift guard with Ryan. Then Michael or Jeremy would relieve them when the sun rose and tell them to sleep. They wouldn't and would linger about till Gavin and Trevor took over at noon as well as feeding. Jack was always cooperative while Yeerk Geoff was as much of a bastard as possible. Then six hours would go by and whichever of Gavin or Jeremy didn’t take morning took night till twelve am in which another feeding would happen with difficulty. Then at Midnight Alfredo and Ryan took over. Over and Over again.
Till the fugue started for Yeerk Geoff. Then it was all hands on deck. While Alfredo hung back, the crew was there to help Geoff through it. Ryan repeatedly apologising to Geoff. He knew what it was like to go through the fugue, the hell of pain that came with it. Not once did Ryan leave Geoff’s side. When Geoff went limp and the Yeerk slug slid out of Geoff’s ear and shrivelled up, only then did Ryan let himself relax.
“You made it Geoff.” He said gently.
“Just barely. God, you went through that too?” Geoff asked, voice hoarse after the Yeerk used it to yell and rage for so long before giving up.
“Yeah. Fun times.” Ryan huffed out, causing Geoff to bark out a laugh as Gavin undid his bindings.
“Super fun.” He drawled out.
“So what next?” He asked
“We wait one more day for Jack, sorry Jack. And as long as she’s clear, we pass off the ability to morph to you three and we start planning a guerilla war?” Jeremy said, the last part coming out more as a question than statement. Ryan nodded at that. Made sense to do it all at once, and to make sure Jack wasn’t harboring a well fed Yeerk.
“Immortality and shapeshifting? We’re going to be set for eternity boys. Good thing Thelon 1111 was a greedy bitch and didn’t want to give up an immortal hist to a sub visser or visser.” Geoff said, causing Trevor to gasp and Alfredo to be taken aback.
<Immortals, that is impossible> “What, y'all are immortal too?” Alfredo’s denial and Trevor’s excitement overlapped as they were both said at the same time.
“Respawn of Six minutes.” Gavin said proudly.
“Damn son. I only have a respawn of two hours.” Trevor huffed out. Ryan stayed back as the others began arguing with Alfredo over this, the andalite refusing to believe such a thing. Until Gavin shrugged and shot Michael in the head. Thankfully Michael was a fast healer and the wound was already stitching itself up, shocking Alfredo to silence as Geoff ranted about killing in the house. This was his home, his family. For the first time since he regained his Freedom Ryan felt strong, felt powerful, like he was more than just a pawn in some galactic game of chess. He would be able to fight these bastards once and for all. The Yeerks thought James Ryan Haywod was dead. They were dead wrong.
#aevus speaks#aevus answers#aevus writes#fahc au#oops i made an entire au and this is just the beginning#i’m so sorry for everyone for my dash#this is 2600 words long#i have made mistakes#Achieve: Morph#ryan centric
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Friendship Doesn’t Last Forever
Pairing: Reader X WillNE
Warning(s): natta
Requested(?): Indeedy
Additional Notes: Quite liked this concept, thanks for the request!
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Reader’s POV
In the age of technology, it was hard to find a friendship like the one Will and I shared. We’d practically been friends since birth, since our parents birthed us in the same room at the hospital. We lived next to each other too, so we were like the siblings neither of us had.
We hadn’t been as close lately, his YouTube career really took off. I knew he was moving down to London soon too, and I was finding it hard to swallow that I would probably lose my best friend.
I found myself often watching from my bedroom window as he filmed in his room, as our windows were parallel to eachother. I was so proud and happy for him, but we were becoming more distant as the days went by. My parents had noticed, too. They realised how rare it was for Will and I to physically hang out, and eventually stopped asking why.
I could see Will watching as I struggled to zip up more overnight bag after loading it full of ‘necessities’. This was probably going to be one of the last times Will would attend the getaway our parents planned once a year, it hurt of course, but it was inevitable. “Do you want a bigger bag?” Will jokingly offers, shouting from one window to the other. I give him the finger, finally finding the strength to get the bag shut and zipped. “I have some news”
“What would that be?” I asked, poking me head out of the window so that he didn’t have to shout.
“Gee and I’s offer on the flat got accepted” He informs me, and I could feel my heart sink to my feet.
“Wow, that’s- that’s really good Will” I tried to avoid it, but my voice cracked mid-sentence. “I’ll miss you a lot” I admit.
“I’ll miss you too, you nugget. But this is amazing” He chuckled. I could see how happy it made him, and that made it a little less painful for me, but it hurt nonetheless. “Come on, we’re all leaving I think” He tells me. As if on cue, my parents shout up for me to get into the car.
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The journey to the cabin was long and incredibly boring. To make matters worse, when we arrived, it was pouring of rain. The distinct sound of thunder rumbling could be hear in the distance, so we all decided to stay inside for the night.
Since it was a ‘family’ get away, there was no way Will or I would get to lounge around in our own rooms like we would at home, so it was no surprise that my mum put forward the idea of a movie night. I grudgingly said yeah, the news that Will broke earlier still stung a little, and I just wanted to be left alone for a while. Both sets of parents called dibs on the couches, leaving Will and I to share the reclining armchair in the corner of the room. We used to fit on the seat no problem when we were younger, but it was obvious that I was going to have to sit myself on his lap.
Halfway through Armageddon, I felt myself drifting off to sleep as I snuggled into Will’s chest. His arm was wrapped around me, stopping me from slipping off of him and onto the floor.
“Would you look at the pair of them” Will’s dad joked, causing Will to let out a pissed off groan. The rest of the parents followed suit, all of them mentioning how ‘cute’ we looked.
“I’m surprised you didn’t end up together” My mum blurts out, earning a nod of agreement from Will’s parents. “You would have made a lovely couple”
“They would have indeed, you two were such good friends. I always expected you two to fall in love as teens, but it appears not” His mum admitted, her voice sounded sad. “And now Will’s moving down to London, so who knows what’ll happen”
“Can we please not talk about this now, mum” Will groaned, throwing his head back in annoyance. It was no surprise that Will didn’t see me as anything else but a friend, and it did hurt a little, because I’d been crushing on him since I turned 13 and he kissed me in a game of ‘Truth or Dare’ with our friends at high school.
“She has a point though, William. You would have made a fabulous couple” His dad chimed in. Will huffed once more, swiftly picking me up bridal style. I continued to pretend I was asleep in an attempt to avoid this horrendous conversation.
“Where’re you going?” His mums quizzes.
“I’m putting her to bed, then I’m going to bed” He said, pushing open the door to my room. He placed me down gently on the single bed, pulling the thick duvet over my body.
“Can I ask you something?” I speak up. He jumps slightly.
“I thought you were sleeping, yeah, what is it?” He asks, taking a seat at the end of the bed.
“Is the thought of a relationship with me really that repulsive?” I whisper, so that the adults next door wouldn’t hear.
“Where did that come from? No, of course not. But we would have ruined our friendship” He shrugs his shoulders, keeping eye contact with the floor.
“Fuck it” I sighed. He looked at me confused. “I mean, your moving to London right? So I’m sure we won’t be all that close soon enough, so here it goes” I clear my throat. “I have fucking liked you since that stupid kiss in school”
He looks at me, shocked.
“You can’t drop this on me now, Y/N. I’ll be leaving in a few weeks” He rubbed his forehead.
“That’s why I’m telling you now. Cause at least then I can say I tried” I told him, turning over so that I was facing the wall with my back to him. A single tear ran down my cheek.
“I’m sorry” He sighed, getting up and leaving the room quietly.
dAMN thats a sad ending lol. Hope you enjoyed!
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Blood Is Not The Only Game In Town
Natasha, having nothing better to do this evening, has found themselves making a game of ‘what is the pervert after.’ Again. Most likely, he's been aiming for their chest, not as if the man in questions has made much progress but the general swing of those paws and his almost focused eyesight at their chest are good indicators. Of course, the way they are leaning against the bar with their hips out, the target could be their ass. It is a fine ass.
Currently, it’s the bonus round: is he aware that his attempts at stilted conversation in no way hide his true purpose. His random laughing at what, they assume, are supposed to be jokes, not squashed alphabet soup, implies that no he does not.
After some more jokes, something finally seems to click in that booze drowning noggin of his, as the man straightens and furiously blinks at them. “So da you a girl or a boi?”
There is no suppressing the quirk of their sultry sangria painted lips, because this part, this is the part where they get to put on a bit of a show. They widen their smile into a predatory grin showing off a pair of pearly fangs. “Neither. I’m a vampire.”
(Cut. Mobile Beware.)
There is the polite pause for the punch line because a vampire existing in reality always seems to short circuit most mortals brain. Something that exists that humanity never seems to comprehend. An impossibility, their brain always reasons. Yet the man has lost the patience for that some bottles ago and instead just scrunches his nose.
“Iss joke?”
“Wanna test that theory and step out for a bite?” They softly snap their teeth driving in the point and giggle when he rapidly shakes his head, backs up, missing the stool and falling flat on his butt. Yet they hardly snort at the man’s comic retreat because that brings them back to the reason they entered the bar in the first place. Boredom.
When the Thirteenth offered to turn them all that filled their mind was the power that would be gain, the possibility of flight, and the only noteworthy side-effect was losing the ability to eat. Not that food was ever a major priority for them, and they do prefer blood. It’s both quick and efficient. But the boredom. The boredom. Damn him for never mentioning the fucking boredom.
“Please Ty. I don’t want too.”
Natasha tipped their head, trying to filter out the crap for that nugget of something-fucking finally- interesting. Maybe a fight. Not that they would ever start a bar fight on purpose.
“Really, you are such a fucking embarrassment, Anthony.”
Their sight jumps from face to face, but there is nothing but gawkers and drunkards everywhere. Useless fuckers existing only to block their view of the sight. The only thing to do is stand on a table.
“I don’t care Ty. I don’t care. I’m sick of it. I’m sick of the girls that prance in and out of our apartment. Sick of the boys you fuck in our bed. But mostly I’m sick of you.”
Natasha hears a strike, and it attracts more gawkers to the scene, acting as a path for Natasha to follow.
“You worthless slut. You don’t get to talk down to me. We are leaving.”
“No! I’m not going home with you.”
There. In the corner of the room, slowly being surrounded by flesh clumps drawn to the same spectacle Natasha was, a mop of dark hair and brown eyes that almost glowed goldenly. Anthony, if they heard the name correctly, held himself taut, with his shoulder near his head but his eyes told a different story. His eyes remained defiant even as small, possible only perceived by a creature like themself, shudders shook his small frame.
“Ty. Let go. Please.”
This time the hit isn’t just a sound they picked from the crowd. Now it’s the reddening of his cheek, the iron tang smell of blood, and the smaller mortal refusing to back down. Something in that moment struck a chord within Natasha. They found a strange desire to be an actor in this ridiculous farce. It is the only reason they figured for why their in front of “Anthony” and the attacker is slumped against a wall. The wall that may have a small crack. Oops.
The crowd is apparently not as drunk as Natasha had guesstimated. Because several of the onlookers are showing beginning signs of panic. And really, they do not want to deal with those SHIELD nimrods. Clint was fine and sometimes Coulson, but they weren’t always that lucky. Mostly they’re never that lucky.
“Come. We need to leave.”
Anthony must be in shock or something. His eyes still have that ‘trapped in the light’ look. Also, blinking. A fair amount of blinking. Huh. Natasha had kinda forgotten that humans did that. They huff. More and more phones are being pulled out, although people usually take pictures sometimes there is that one square that will inevitably call the police.
They don’t even stop to think before their arm is securely wrapped around Anthony’s chest, backflipping out the window (maybe it was a wall) shielding him from the glass and running down towards the park near their apartment. Under Natasha’s least hated tree, they dumb the boy onto the grass. He still doing that dazed blinking thing.
“Anthony? You okay? Should I steal something for you?”
“Tony. Don’t call me Anthony. Or Mr. Stark. Please. I just- No. Okay.”
Tony has curled into one of the smallest balls Natasha has ever seen. It reminds them of a kitten abandoned by its mother. They are rather fond of cats. But Tony isn’t a pet. He is a wild animal and needs to go home. They nudge their foot against Tony’s leg. He flinches. They bite the inside of their cheek. “Can I walk or carry you home?”
He laughs. And laughs. The pitch dancing wildly around them. Ending with a hitched breath and a soft sob. “I live with the bastard. I- I don’t have anywhere to go. I’ve been abandoned. By everybody.” There is another soft sob from Tony. “Isn’t that the funniest thing you ever heard?”
“No.”
“No? Do you pity me then?”
“No. I’ve been abandoned too. It happens.”
Tony uncurls from his ball. His eyes are wet from the tears that are still silently rolling down his face. Natasha's impressed. They didn’t think that it was possible for someone to cry while making no sound. They never managed that. All they could do was bury it all. Even the metaphorical bleeding.
He pushes himself up, sitting on his knees. The iron is back in those Bambi eyes, and Natasha finds themself genuinely curious to hear what the mortal will say. “Could you please do me a favor?”
They purse their lips and bunch their eyebrows even as they tingle in anticipation. “It depends. The devil is in the details.”
“True,” Tony smirks. “My son is back at the apartment. Could you please help me save him? I cannot abandon him. I will not abandon him.”
Not quite what they were expecting. Maybe a little revenge. Some maiming would have been fun. But a child. What a surprise. Natasha hadn’t figured Tony as the child rearing type. Nor that he was even old enough to have his own. “Isn’t sixteen a little young to be having a baby?”
“I’m twenty-one.” He bites and huffs and pouts. “And my kid is three, almost four, thank you very much.”
Natasha smiles offering a hand for Tony to lift himself up. They figured no more surprise. What were the chances that the same mortal would surprise them, not twice but three times? But damn. Was Dum-E, Tony’s only son, one hell of a surprise. They might have cursed a little, inside their head of course, when Tony made the introductions. But he didn’t have to know that.
Although, Natasha would never have considered a giant metal arm to be anyone’s child. Tony insisted that it had some form of artificial intelligence. And they had seen books about the concept. Yet artificial intelligence had always sounded a little too much like a conman’s newest game.
They had even spent an entire moment considering if Tony’s whole night was some trick, a misguided attempt to find the Thirteenth, but Natasha had never seen or heard so much love before. Tony loved Dum-E fiercely. You’d have to be incredibly stupid or oblivious or both to miss it. He cooed at the arm, petted it like it was alive, and talked it through it’s ‘anxiety’ as they loaded into a stolen van.
Driving to their apartment, Natasha had only asked if the metal arm really understood what was happening and what Tony was saying. That prompted him to launch a lecture regarding modern technology, computers, and artificial intelligence. They understood nothing, not even where to nod. But Tony was in some far off world and hardly noticed.
Probably not a trick.
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“Okay. Fine. But did ya have to bring the two strays here? To our real apartment.”
Natasha rolls their eyes. “Tony and Dum-E are not strays. They’re my new cats.”
“They are wild animals.”
“That I’ve domesticated. You’ll love the both of them. Dum-E likes to play fetch, and Tony has the most beautiful purr.”
“No, Natasha.”
They pout. Tilting their head in a way they know most perceive as fragile. Probably is that the two of them have known each other far too long. In the end, all they get for their trouble is a snort and a roll of his hand indicating for them to move the act along. “You got both Steve and Sam. I don’t see why I can’t have my Tony and Dum-E.”
“That’s different. And you know that Natasha.” He scrunches his nose and shakes his head. “And Sam is not my anything. Steve picked that one up all on his own. Fucking bird brain.”
“So Steve gets his pet, and I don’t.”
“It’s too dangerous.” He growls low and demanding. He tries to use his position as their “Father.” There isn’t anything they can do against him. But that doesn't stop them from letting the red bleed into their eyes covering the color they’ve had since birth, an unusually glowing green color.
His eyes flinch away. There is always so much guilt when they transform their eyes. Some sort of reminder that Natasha never understood. Why turn them if he was going to hold all that guilt? However, they never saw his eyes any color but gray. Gray like the day they both met, with all that snow. When they thought they would become the snow.
Now he's just staring at them. Now they are just staring back. It would probably have continued if a voice hadn’t spoken up.
“If it’s about the both of you being supernaturals, I don’t care. And I don’t really have anywhere else to go.”
He smiles warmly, a farce if ever they saw one, at Tony trying to appear human. Yet coming off more as a predator than if he just acted naturally. Not surprising since the man had never been anything close to human. “I’m not-”
“The redhead who, at most is a hundred and twenty pounds, easily pushed a two hundred pound man into a wall, lifted someone of similar weight, and backflipped through a concrete wall. Of course, even if you ignore all that, her-”
“They, if you please.” Natasha blows a kiss at Tony.
“If you ignore all that, even their entire presence screams danger. And then there is you. Stand against them like you would ultimately be the winner in the fight. You have to be so stupid to ignore that and think ‘Oh, my. These are some strange people I’ve met.’” Tony finishes with a snort.
It doesn’t stop there. Tony doesn’t back down. Just like before. It is exciting. Exciting! They hear Thirteenth’s heart spike. It takes all their control not to smile wide with all their teeth. They can see it now clearly written on Thirteenth’s face. Desire. Something that is entirely new for them. Desire is something that is so very mortal. An urge that quickly dies away when death is no longer a fathomable concept. For the most part, Thirteenth made decisions as if he had a checklist to complete. Steve was one check, and Natasha knows she was another. Sam and Clint were probably on this imaginary list as well.
Tony was different. They knew Tony was different.
It’s exciting. Unexpected. Oh, they lusted after the unexpected.
“Fine. You can stay the night. Only the night.” Thirteenth growls out each word. Then looking away. Trying pull of an act of apathy, disinterest in Tony. Hardly works with the way his body is vibrating.
“Can I get your names before you dash into the night?”
Thirteenth hesitates.
It’s clear that giving Tony both their names would be reckless, creating a connection. Really they almost felt pity for Thirteenth. “I’m Natasha.” They gestured at Thirteenth, just a beat away from naming him. Watching his horror as he is forced to form a relationship with Tony.
“James. Call me James, Tony.”
“Okay, then. Goodnight.”
“Night.”
James. . . leaves. Natasha follows. It’s been a long time since they wanted to pull him apart with their eyes. “James, huh.”
“Yeah.”
“You told me to call you Winter. Steve calls you Bucky. Sam says, Hobo. Yet Tony gets James.”
“So?”
“It’s a name.”
“Yeah, it is.” He reveals nothing. It’s irritating but ultimately the game they both must play.
“You know, by human standards, Tony is completely legal.”
James. James actually blushes. Red checks. Red ears. Downcast eyes. Actual embarrassment. “Shut up.”
Best night. They can’t wait to tell Clint all the gossipy details.
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TBL: Retconned Kaplan
There is a subject of contention among The Blacklist fanbase – Kaplan’s ‘turning’ against Red b/c of her affection for Liz (because she was once her nanny). I would like to argue that the whole thing is definitely a retcon.
A very long meta below the jump.
With the premiere of 4x16 and 4x17, suddenly, the dynamic between Kaplan and Red wasn’t about Kaplan’s loyalty to Red, and saving Liz as a way to protect him from himself. No, it instead ‘turned’ her into Liz’s former nanny who had this parental kind of affection for her young charge.
If I went back to the beginning of the series, it would take me a long time, but let’s just look at all the information that Kaplan told us about why she “betrayed” Red and helped Liz fake her death.
In 3x18, we are given very good indications that Kaplan had something to do with Liz’s “death.”
She gives Liz concerned looks from the front seat as they are driving in the car, and even remarks how Liz and her family deserve better than what they’re getting.
She has that sly conversation with Nick before Red walks in about doing something with little risk.
There’s that ominous shot of her looking at Liz holding Agnes, again looking concerned.
She goes to talk to Liz and Tom alone after Liz doesn’t let Red see Agnes.
She had access to the medical equipment, the body, etc. She gives Liz’s “corpse” one last serious look before zipping up the body bag at the end.
Now, I don’t really have a problem with Kaplan being the one who organized Liz’s “death.” I wish they’d have built it up more earlier in the season, but they did a decent enough job with it in the episode itself that I could see her wanting to help Liz after having a baby and after been placed in such danger. (Plus, Megan Boone deserved her maternity leave and they had to ‘writer her out of the show’ somehow. They didn’t have to “kill” her, but… I digress.)
Following the revelation that Liz was actually alive (which surprised the characters but not the audience), the writers basically beat us over the head with not one, not two, not three, not four, but FIVE FUCKING SCENES where Kaplan explains why she “betrayed” Red. Because, ya know, we need to be spoon-fed that information about 800 times, because we iz dum.
Now, I certainly could see one, or even two scenes where Kaplan and Red talk about this. The first to spell it out for Red, who takes things to heart, and clarify it for the audience. And then a second time in S4, maybe to reiterate the point for any new viewers who skipped over parts of S3.
But, let’s just break these scenes down one-by-one.
EXPLANATORY SCENE ONE
Here’s a transcript from the scene where Red confronts Kaplan on the flight down to Cuba about how and why she helped Liz fake her death.
Red: How?
Kaplan: The ‘how’ won’t change anything. … I suppose I knew what I would do that afternoon in the car on the drive to the mobile I.C.U. That poor girl. So afraid. Always looking over her shoulder. In the dark about who she was and why it mattered. But it wasn’t just about Elizabeth anymore. Her child was already paying the price for her association with you. …I saw my opportunity. (Flashback Kaplan talking to Liz: I know you’re afraid, sweetie. You should be. Agnes will never be safe in Raymond’s world. The question is… how are far are you willing to go to protect her?)
Red: I saw her die.
Kaplan: You saw what the doctor allowed you to see.
(More details about how they did it, blah, blah, blah….)
Red: Had it really come to that?
Kaplan: She loved her daughter that much… Yes, Raymond. It had come to that.
EXPLANATORY SCENE TWO
In the next episode, 4x01, after Red has been giving Kate the silent treatment, Kate confronts him in a Cuban cafe as they’re waiting for information and tells him the following:
“It was excruciating to watch you mourn Elizabeth’s death. To know that I was making you endure that. Yes, I betrayed you. But only after you had betrayed her. Raymond, you have to change. I took Elizabeth from you, and now I need your help to get her back. And once you do, and I know you will, you have to let her go.”
EXPLANATORY SCENE THREE (AND 3.5)
Then, in 4x02, as Tom is torturing Nikos for information about Mato (who is holding Agnes), Red apologizes to Kaplan that they had to resort to such violent methods with her friend. Kaplan starts again about why she betrayed Red:
“I didn’t just give you my friend as an act of contrition. I’m not sorry for what I did. I betrayed you for the same reason that I just betrayed Nikos: to keep Elizabeth safe. Just like you asked me to all those years ago when you first put her in my arms as a baby girl. Only now she has a baby girl of her own. And your existence in their lives puts them in constant danger.”
And in a short scene between Kaplan and Tom, we get this little nugget from Kaplan:
“In my desire to make life easier for your baby, I betrayed Raymond.”
EXPLANATORY SCENE FOUR
Then at the very end of 4x02, when Red “kills” Kaplan, she again reiterates that she betrayed him for Liz’s and Agnes’ sake:
Kaplan: “I dedicated my life to you. You entrusted me with everything you value. Your freedom. Your life. A child. I have never failed you. What you see as a betrayal of your trust was actual a fulfillment of your wishes: to protect your interests. No more, no less.”
Red: “You presumed to decide what was best for me… I can’t trust you. Ever… I’m standing before a stranger. And yet, I know you believe you did what was best for Elizabeth…”
EXPLANATORY SCENE FIVE
And if ALL that wasn’t enough, we get yet ANOTHER scene where Kaplan explains why she helped Elizabeth and Agnes in 4x08 where she exposits to Cabin Dude about how and why she got shot.
“The man you saw in the picture was my employer. He lost his way. At least that’s how I saw it. He placed a lovely young woman and her baby girl in terrible danger. Not deliberately, mind you. He loves them deeply. But enough to blind him to the reality that his very presence in their lives constitutes a threat. Not just to them, but to himself as well. I tried to help them. All I managed to do was to place her and the child in even greater danger. My efforts earned me a bullet in the head.”
ANALYSIS
Here’s the kicker: as Kaplan says in that first explanation… Liz was always in danger, always in the dark. DURING ALL THAT TIME THEY SPENT TOGETHER FROM 1X10… KAPLAN NEVER BOTHERED TO HELP LIZ “ESCAPE” FROM “RAYMOND’S WORLD” BEFORE.
It was ONLY because Agnes was now in the picture that Kaplan felt like she should act.
If Kaplan really, really had cared about Liz in a parental kind of way from the beginning, I imagine she would’ve told Liz to get out a long time ago, and she would’ve helped her do it.
No, the impetus for the whole thing isn’t Liz. It’s AGNES.
“AGNES will never be safe in Raymond’s world.”
Liz’s reason for leaving Red was Agnes. Kaplan’s reason for helping Liz leave Red was Agnes. There was no other reason given in this conversation.
And notice how through all these explanations, Kaplan’s reasoning flips back and forth between protecting Agnes and protecting Liz. Now, yes, I realize that Liz and Agnes are basically inseparable at this point. To protect Liz is to protect Agnes, and vice versa. But, theoretically, there is a way to keep Agnes safe without ‘faking’ Liz’s death… adoption. But, that option is out from the viewers’ perspective because we just did this whole rigmarole of how Liz was considering adoption and then decided not to. But, Kaplan doesn’t know that. No, based on her conversation with Liz in the 3x23 (where they flashback to 3x18, shortly after Agnes’ birth), Kaplan’s immediate plan was to fake Liz’s death.
So, by this logic and Kaplan’s own admission, she’s not looking out for one or the other, but really she’s looking out for both mother and daughter. But then, why not fake both their deaths??? Then, it would make perfect sense for Red to let Tom fade out of the picture and then Tom could run off to be with Liz and Agnes in secret. After Liz’s “death,” basically Red's whole reason for existence is Agnes. And if she’s “dead,” too, then there’s no reason for him to hang around the Keen family post-3x18. Kaplan had to have known that whenever Tom ran off with Agnes that Red was going to follow and/or ask questions. But, fake-killing a newborn and her mom is a little harsh, I guess, either from Kaplan’s perspective or the writers’, so…. that’s a no-go.
Anyway, Kaplan’s reasoning at this point is: save Liz from Red by faking her death, spirit Agnes (and Tom) away so they can all be together in secret, safe from Red and all the bullshit and danger he brings with him.
And she reasons all this to Red as a “fulfillment of his wishes,” which I can only assume means “keeping Liz (and her family) safe.” After all, that’s what Red’s been about since the pilot.
Yet, notice how Kaplan flips back and forth between admitting she betrayed Red and saying she didn’t. She’s trying to justify it by saying that what he did to Liz and her family was worse. She betrayed him only after he betrayed Elizabeth… She betrayed Red to ultimately fulfill his wishes… He had lost his way… He was endangering them.
This is, of course, completely glossing over the fact that Liz wasn’t in danger at the church because of Red. In fact, Red and his team were the ones protecting her. Liz was in danger because of WHO SHE IS (or rather because of who Kirk thought she was), with no reference to her connection to Red. This isn’t to say that Red hasn’t placed Liz in danger — Kaplan is actually quite right on that front. But, I guess because Liz was the “victim,” and she was pregnant, and her wedding was getting interrupted, and Red wasn’t explaining jack-fucking-shit, it was all basically his fault. But, let’s give Kaplan the benefit of the doubt and assume she didn’t know why Kirk was after Liz or that Kirk was really Rostov.
So, in all, the writers bothered to hit us over the head with five explanations, with some conflicting information:
Did Kaplan do it for Liz or Agnes, or both? I assume both, because they’re basically intertwined at this point, even though Kaplan can’t seem to decide on who she was really looking out for.
Did Kaplan feel guilty about what she did? She didn’t like seeing Red mourn Elizabeth, but she also says she’s not sorry for what she did. Maybe she is guilty and doesn’t want to admit it?
Does Kaplan admit to betraying Red or not? She probably thinks that she didn’t REALLY betray him, but fulfilled his wishes, but realizes that Red will see it as a betrayal, and thus says she “betrayed” him with mental air quotes around that whenever she says it to him.
When exactly did Red betray Liz from Kaplan’s perspective? Liz was in the dark about who she was and why it mattered, and Red was “endangering” her from Day 1. I mean, Liz got freakin’ kidnapped in 1x10 because Anslo figured that Red had some connection to Liz. So, from the time that Kaplan first met Liz in 1x10, Liz was in the dark and in danger, thanks to Red. Why not fake her death then?
No, this was all a writers’ ploy to get Boone off the show for her maternity leave (which, I certainly don’t blame her that the writers chose to write her character off this way), and simultaneously create “drama” between Kaplan and Red, and between Red and Liz (which has never been satisfactorily addressed even a fucking season later).
I suppose in-universe, you could chalk it up to Kaplan being frustrated and under-the-gun and not planning Liz’s escape/”death" with very good foresight, and then, when Red confronts her about it, she tries every reasoning she can to try to get back on his good side, using Liz and Agnes as sort of emotional leverage (ie, “See, I did it because I care about the people you also care about, so please don’t shoot me.”) Yet, in a scene with Tom, Kaplan admits that Red doesn’t know what to do with her, and she’s not going to make it any easier or any harder for him.
WHY IT’S A RETCON
But, notice, I mean: REALLY NOTICE, that during all this bullshit, Kaplan NEVER. ONCE. mentions anything about being Liz’s nanny, agreeing to work with Red on Day 1 only to keep Liz safe, openly admitting that, if she had to choose, she would Liz over Red any day of the week, or that Red agreed to that wholeheartedly.
In the five fucking scenes we get of explanations on why Kaplan did this, including one that came after she was shot in 4x02, she never says anything about the 'supposed’ backstory we saw in 4x17.
(So, while I’m not ruling out Kaplan in S4c as being an unreliable narrator post-GSW, her explanation to Cabin Guy doesn’t include anything that hints at the 4x17 connection/reasoning.)
In all her explanations, Kaplan puts her protecting Liz/Agnes through the 'lens,’ if you will, of Red. Even when he’s not there, she gives her reasons about, revolving around and through Red. It was never about saving Liz to save Liz. It was about Red failing Liz, endangering her, and Kaplan choosing to 'act against him’ (from his perspective) and save Liz.
Let’s run through those explanations again, quickly, and see how often her reasoning revolves around Red, and not Liz.
The ‘Red’ Lens
The ‘how’ won’t change anything. … I suppose I knew what I would do that afternoon in the car on the drive to the mobile I.C.U. That poor girl. So afraid. Always looking over her shoulder. In the dark about who she was and why it mattered. But it wasn’t just about Elizabeth anymore. Her child was already paying the price for her association with you. …I saw my opportunity. (I know you’re afraid, sweetie. You should be. Agnes will never be safe in Raymond’s world. The question is… how are far are you willing to go to protect her?)
“It was excruciating to watch you mourn Elizabeth’s death. To know that I was making you endure that. Yes, I betrayed you. But only after you had betrayed her. Raymond, you have to change. I took Elizabeth from you, and now I need your help to get her back. And once you do, and I know you will, you have to let her go.“
“I didn’t just give you my friend as an act of contrition. I’m not sorry for what I did. I betrayed you for the same reason that I just betrayed Nikos: to keep Elizabeth safe. Just like you asked me to all those years ago when you first put her in my arms as a baby girl. Only now she has a baby girl of her own. And your existence in their lives puts them in constant danger.”
“I dedicated my life to you. You entrusted me with everything you value. Your freedom. Your life. A child. I have never failed you. What you see as a betrayal of your trust was actual a fulfillment of your wishes: to protect your interests. No more, no less.”
“The man you saw in the picture was my employer. He lost his way. At least that’s how I saw it. He placed a lovely young woman and her baby girl in terrible danger. Not deliberately, mind you. He loves them deeply. But enough to blind him to the reality that his very presence in their lives constitutes a threat. Not just to them, BUT TO HIMSELF AS WELL. I tried to help them. All I managed to do was to place her and the child in even greater danger. My efforts earned me a bullet in the head.”
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Now, notice how much you/your/yours/he/him/his language in these explanations refers to RED. Not to Liz. Not to Kaplan. Not to Agnes. TO RED. Like, a shit ton. Even when he’s not fucking there, she’s talking primarily about Red. (Which I guess you could argue is because he’s in Cabin Guy’s photos; but, then why doesn’t she go on this long rant about how awesome Liz and Agnes are, and then say briefly that Red put them in danger, and she had to get them out??)
No, the focus is on Red. How he (supposedly) endangered them — although, as we discussed, he wasn’t the impetus for *this* particular attack, but he’s certainly endangered Liz several times before…. always doing everything he could, even offering himself in exchange for her, to keep her safe. It’s about how his world was affecting Liz and Agnes. How he had even ENDANGERED HIMSELF. HOW HE HAD BLINDED HIMSELF. How Kaplan was doing what she did not only out of concern for Liz and Agnes, but ultimately out of concern for Red himself.
The focus in all these monologues and dialogues about why Kaplan (and Liz) did it in focusing on Kaplan’s relationship with Red, and Red’s desire to be in Liz’s (and Agnes’) life.
That’s it.
Throughout all this bullshit, never do we get an indication of Kaplan’s deep parental affection for Liz (and grandparent-like affection for Agnes); a hint about Kaplan’s desire for vengeance against Red; or Kaplan’s desire to 'clean’ away the filth that she saw in Red and his organization that would endanger the lives of his associates, including Dembe.
It’s about Kaplan and Red, and Red and two ladies he loves that he also supposedly endangers.
The dynamic between Kaplan and Liz, or Kaplan and Agnes is very rarely mentioned. Let’s compare the explanations again, this time with any connection between Kaplan and the Keen gals bolded.
The ‘Nanny Kaplan’ Lens
The ‘how’ won’t change anything. … I suppose I knew what I would do that afternoon in the car on the drive to the mobile I.C.U. That poor girl. So afraid. Always looking over her shoulder. In the dark about who she was and why it mattered. But it wasn’t just about Elizabeth anymore. Her child was already paying the price for her association with you. …I saw my opportunity. (I know you’re afraid, sweetie. You should be. Agnes will never be safe in Raymond’s world. The question is… how are far are you willing to go to protect her?)
“It was excruciating to watch you mourn Elizabeth’s death. To know that I was making you endure that. Yes, I betrayed you. But only after you had betrayed her. Raymond, you have to change. I took Elizabeth from you, and now I need your help to get her back. And once you do, and I know you will, you have to let her go.”
“I didn’t just give you my friend as an act of contrition. I’m not sorry for what I did. I betrayed you for the same reason that I just betrayed Nikos: to keep Elizabeth safe. Just like you asked me to all those years ago when you first put her in my arms as a baby girl. Only now she has a baby girl of her own. And your existence in their lives puts them in constant danger.“
“I dedicated my life to you. You entrusted me with everything you value. Your freedom. Your life. A child. I have never failed you. What you see as a betrayal of your trust was actual a fulfillment of your wishes: to protect your interests. No more, no less.”
“The man you saw in the picture was my employer. He lost his way. At least that’s how I saw it. He placed a lovely young woman and her baby girl in terrible danger. Not deliberately, mind you. He loves them deeply. But enough to blind him to the reality that his very presence in their lives constitutes a threat. Not just to them, but to himself as well. I tried to help them. All I managed to do was to place her and the child in even greater danger. My efforts earned me a bullet in the head.”
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Not nearly as much, and I was being generous here. She really mostly emphasizes how concerned she was about the Keens in the first explanation (and a bit in the last one). That’s the only time I ever see anything resembling Kaplan’s affection for Liz and her daughter. After that, it’s pretty much all as I said before: the dynamic between Kaplan and Red, and the dynamic between Red and the Keen ladies.
I think you guys know the rest of the story – once Kaplan starts coming after Red, and Red starts coming after Kaplan – the dynamic starts 'turning’ much more into Kaplan’s hatred for Red, how she resents him for 'using’ her, how she was loyal to Liz and her family before she ever met him or became involved with him, how she loves Liz and Agnes like they’re her own family, to a degree.
Now maybe Kaplan’s memories/flashbacks in 4x17 were a bit wrong or fuzzy or a case of misremembering things… again, she’s had a serious head injury, she’s on drugs, etc., which the writers were very good about pointing out to us multiple times throughout the episode. But, when Liz remembers Kaplan’s affirming words to her in 4x18,it confirms Kaplan’s backstory as Liz’s nanny back in the day, if nothing else.
So, using all this, it’s pretty clear that Kaplan’s whole 'nanny’ backstory was a retcon. Her out-of-nowhere "betrayal” of Red so they could write Liz out of the show while Boone was on maternity leave; her weak plan to “protect” Liz and Agnes; her strange reasoning once the truth came out; her emphasis on how Red was endangering them, without any reference to Kaplan’s own past with the Rostov/a family or her first agreement with Red that she would always choose to keep Liz safe, even if it meant going against his wishes.
Compare all the above explanations to the dialogue that Kaplan and Red have at the end of 4x17:
Kaplan: I’ve been thinking about you.
Red: Happy thoughts?
Kaplan: I realized I was so wrapped in helping you build your empire, I lost sight of why I joined you in the first place. Somewhere along the way, I stopped serving Liz’s needs to enable yours.
Red: They are one in the same. They always have been. What we’ve done, we’ve done for her.
Kaplan: I believed that, Raymond. Like a pied piper you made me believe. But when I did what I thought was best for her—
Red: It wasn’t best. You almost got her killed, and you betrayed me.
Kaplan: No. I kept my word to you. When you hired me, you told me to choose Elizabeth over you, and I tried to help her disappear to a safe place with her newborn daughter. And for that, you put me down like a mad dog. For the last two decades of my life, you had me convinced I was helping keep Elizabeth safe. But, really, I was helping you become a monster.
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Notice how Red doesn’t deny Kaplan’s explanation. He doesn’t say, “No, you never said that. We never agreed to that, etc. etc.” No, in fact, it’s the opposite. He agrees that everything they’ve ever done was for Elizabeth, confirming, to some degree, the conversation they had in the shadowy flashback in 4x17. She joined his empire to help Elizabeth. He doesn’t deny that. The 'nanny’ thing, while it’s not explicitly brought up, is implied to be true as well. She had an affection for and a loyalty to Elizabeth, and so she joined Red in his crusade to build an empire, all in the name of protecting her.
This was never brought up before in the show. NEVER.
Red and Kaplan should’ve had this conversation on the plane in 3x23, or in the field in 4x02. But, no, they didn’t.
Instead of Kaplan trying to convince Red like the friend that she was that he was endangering these two ladies he loved so much, now Kaplan and Red’s every conversation together sounds like two divorced parents fighting over their kid. “No, you didn’t do what was best for her. I did!” “No, you endangered her even more than I did! You being her life is worse for her than me being in her life is.” As someone who grew up with divorced parents and heard them having many conversations of this nature, it’s really getting annoying and just downright sad.
In Conclusion
I know the writers are free to do what they like. It’s their show, and no matter what I write here in this meta, it’s not going to change what they’ve already done and/or decided to do with the show.
But, they can’t and shouldn’t try to deny — if anyone ever asks them — whether this was a retcon, because it clearly was. They are not only shifting focus with these characters and their choices, but they are also shifting tones. It was no longer about serving Liz as a way to help Red; no, now it’s about how corrupt and evil and dangerous Red has become, and he can’t admit that, and he’s not going to leave Liz’s life willingly (even though he’s offered to walk away several times), so Kaplan has to make him leave by forcing his hand — either by letting him get killed by his associates, or having the task force out him and he gets captured. Never mind how this places Liz and the people on the task force in danger. Never mind how this affects Red’s associates, like Dembe or whomever, who maybe aren’t the best people, but they don’t deserve this bullshit.
I think I’ve written enough on this. I want to hear what you guys think. I know several arguments can be made in favor of the Kaplan-nanny storyline all along, but I don’t believe it. By the writers’ own admission, the Kaplan backstory was never part of the endgame and was a relatively new development in the story. Which is unfortunate, because it’s pretty clear from the way S3b and S4a were written that this plotline should’ve went in an entirely different direction. I wanted to see and hear more about Red needing to let Liz go, and live her own life, how he was endangering them. Yeah, let Red walk away, and let’s see what happens to Liz and Agnes. Are they safe? Will they be endangered further? I’m not being sarcastic; I seriously want to know whether they would be better off if Red wasn’t in their lives, as Kaplan argued in S3b and S4a.
So, what are your thoughts, fellow Blacklist fans? Was this a retcon? Where do you think they will go with this storyline? Does Kaplan being Liz’s nanny weaken the show, or strengthen it? Discuss!!
P.S. There will be an addition to this meta, which I’m in the process of writing, comparing how TBL handled Kaplan’s “turn” into a pseudo-parental figure, and how another show handled a similar plotline.
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Letting Off Steam (Creepypasta)
(Ahh, I’m so happy I rewrote this story, it’s like puberty hit it or something. It is vastly better… Downside, finding a writhing format that looks nice either tumblr’s allergic to indents layout is hard)
Delilah Van Grahams was a worrisome woman. Rightly so, many would agree. Her eyes carried more bags than an airport, luggage from her long nights without rest. Every night she had the same routine. First she would tell Riley it was getting late. Despite being sixteen she still needed some coaxing to see herself to Bedfordshire. Then she would come downstairs and stick the kettle on before plonking herself down beside the phone. Sometimes the television would be on, the volume stuck on a dismal five as if anything louder would make her miss a phone call but usually it was not on at all.
She tried not to stress. It was not good for the baby, or so she had been told. Her fingers drummed idly on her four month bump. There was quite an age gap between Delilah’s two children. One sixteen years, one merely sixteen weeks. She had, admittedly, had Riley quite young. Not a teen mother or anything of the sort, mid twenties but youthful enough that she could still now bare more children. Both by the same man, Rylan Blackwood.
Rylan was not the stereotypical idea of the perfect partner. They had never been wed, citing that it was unimportant but finance also being an issue because of reason two. Rylan was unemployed. He had worked dozens of jobs over the last eighteen years of their romance but fate had been cruel and he had never been able to keep a job longer than a few months. Mostly because of his last habit; vanishing.
Rylan had, for as long as Delilah had known him, disappeared. He did this every so often. One day, without warning, he would just take off. He could be gone for less than a day or even months. She would hear little to nothing of him, sparse text messages and occasional letters- If she was lucky. Then when he returned, he could never explain himself. He claimed to genuinely remember nothing. Doctors had suggested some form of selective amnesia but had never been able to provide more than theories.
This was one such instance. Rylan had been gone for weeks now. As usual Delilah had reported his absence to the authorises. As usual, they had not rung her back with the victorious finding of her partner. No. The first few times they had sent out search parties but by now, they had come to the conclusion he would find his way home on his own and that, in fact, this was a cruel trick. He was actually seeing some other woman and this was an elaborate coverup. Delilah scoffed. She knew Rylan better.
While the idea that this had happened countless times before and he had always come home safe reassure her somewhat, it did not totally ease her. No. She continued to wait, anxiously hovering by the phone in case of a call. News of the man she regarded as the love of her life.
“ Mum? ” Riley’s drowsy voice caused Delilah to jump, having not expected her daughter awake. In her paranoid focus on the phone, she had failed to see her entering. She smiled softly at her. The apple of her eye. Dressed in a fluffy pyjama set with just one slipper.
Riley reminded Delilah very much of her father. Her hair for example. At the roots and tips of Riley’s hair where the infrequently and self applied blue hair dye was weakest her natural hair colour was revealed. Ginger, a true redhead, like her dad. She had his freckles as well. Dotted all over her face, torso, arms and legs. Like thousands of tiny blotches of colour splattered from a paintbrush.
That being said, a lot about Riley was clearly inherited from her mother. She shared her skin tone with her mother rather than father. While Rylan was quite pale, Delilah was truly albino and had passed that on to Riley. Her skin was more than milky, like untrodden snow. There was also the matter of her eyes, another of her maternally inherited traits. They were glassy like a low quality gem one might find in cheap jewellery. The lilac tinge to them was soft and only visible in certain lighting. They were odd, yes, but not unheard of for those who suffered albinism.
“ Riley, what are you doing? It’s two in the morning, ” Delilah asked, getting up from her seat with an awkward rock before throwing her weight up. Getting around with a baby bump made even such mundane tasks a nightmare. Wordlessly Riley crossed the cold living room floor, her one slipper squeaking slightly. Lifting up a blanket she had carried from upstairs, she draped it sweetly over her mother’s shoulders.
“ Go to bed, mum, ” Riley insisted after a moment, her voice laced with her Scottish accent, pressing a small kiss to her forehead. Delilah sighed before smiling at her.
“ Sweetie, I can’t, I need to watch the ph- ”
“ Why? Does it do tricks? ” The teenager sassed, quirking a brow. “ Go to bed. There won’t be any phone calls tonight, or any other night. You know that. Dad will come home whenever it suits him.
” I- “ Delilah opened her mouth to protest before swiftly realising that actually Riley was right. She had been doing this for years and there never was anything. The fleeting rings she did get fell into the daylight hours. ” … Alright… “ She agreed, some sense having seemingly been talked into her by her daughter. Riley flashed a toothy grin, showing off the gap between her front two incisors, at the sight of her mother relenting and shuffling back to bed.
-
” Where have you been? “ Riley’s voice was bitter, laced with venom as she looked over across the dining table, spitefully digging her fork into her chicken nuggets. Delilah turned to see Rylan looking over at them from the doorway, lingering there. His clothing was a mess. Holes and patchwork littering them. He was unshaven, unlike his typical baby face. The bandaging around his arm suggested it had been injured. Not as bad as a break but worse than bruising. A sprain, perhaps?
"Rylan, ” Delilah got to her feet, dropping the plastic baby spoon she’d been using to feed Blossom- The newest addition of the Blackwood family. She gurgled and laughed as she threw her pot of baby mush onto the floor.
“ Dee, ” Rylan responded fondly, rushing forth to pull her into a hug. Delilah felt a weight lifted from her shoulders. When he hadn’t turned up for Blossom’s birth, she had been broken. Surely, sick or not, he understood how important it was? He had been there when Riley was born. Late, yes, he had turned up late and Delilah had already been in full blown labour by the time he turned up to the hospital. He had looked like someone with a vague idea of what Rylan should look like, but had never actually seen him had tried to recreate him from scrap materials. Yet for all he had looked homeless and messy he had been there. This time he had not.
“ Uh, hello? I asked you a question, ” Riley cleared her throat, shoving aside her plate and getting to her feet. Riley was tall, especially for her age, standing at 5'9 which easily dwarfed Delilah but still she fell short of her father’s 6'2.
“ Hey, ginger snap, I missed you… You’ve dyed your hair, ” Rylan comments, walking over to his elder daughter, lifting a hand to take a lock of her choppy hair in his fingers. Riley pulled away briskly.
“ Don’t touch me. Do you have any idea of what you’ve put mum through? Where the fuck have you been? ” Riley demands, her glassy eyes glaring holes in her father.
“ Riley! Language! ” Delilah scolded. Truth be told, she didn’t actually mind Riley swearing. She was an adult, near enough. Who was she to dictate what she could or couldn’t say? But this was her father!
“ No, no… She’s right, let her shout, ” Rylan relents, waving off Delilah’s protests.
“ Damn right I’ll shout! You asshole! Not only did you miss my birthday for the eighth year in a row but you weren’t here. You weren’t here for Blossom! What if something had went wrong? Touch wood, what if? ” Riley snarled, pointing a finger at him accusingly. This seemed to strike a nerve with Rylan.
“ Don’t you go there young lady, you know fine well I can’t co- ”
“ ‘Can’t control it, I’m ill, boo-hoo. Feel sorry for me’ is that what you were going to say? ” She asked, her face scrunched up unattractively, conveying the full extent of her disgust.
“ Oh, you ungrateful bitch! One day you’ll understand and then you’ll… You’ll…. ” Rylan trailed off, pacing, silently fuming.
“ Both of you, stop it! ” Delilah snapped as she rushed over to comfort Blossom who had started to wail.
“ Me? Ungrateful? You’re the one who can’t even get over this stupid amnesia, teenage runaway bullshit for the sake of your family! You’re the ungrateful one! I’ve been here, looking after mum and Blossom. Where the fuck have you been? ” At this point the argument had transitioned to a screaming match. Riley’s voice was even scratchier than usual- She’d suffered from infant coeliac as a baby and it had scarred her for the rest of her days with a particularly shaky voice.
“ I said both of you, sto- ”
Thwack!
Before Delilah could get any further, she let out a gasp. Rylan growled, rolling his shoulders tensely, his fist now balled to his side. Slightly red but not as red as Riley’s left cheek which he’d just smacked. A bright handprint blistered on her skin. Tears began to stream down her face. Delilah was shocked, her stomach churred. Rylan had never lifted a hand to any of them.
“ …I think you should leave, ” Delilah spoke, her voice hoarse, hardly believing she was sending him away just after he’d turned up. Rylan turned to her, blood boiling.
“ Fine! Whatever! I wouldn’t expect you to understand either, ” He snarled, making Delilah jump. Sure they’d argued before, of course but never had he sounded so… Sincerely hateful. Stomping off, the front door slammed behind him. His figure was visible out the window as he stalked off into her street before taking off at full sprint while Delilah cuddled a sobbing Riley while cradling Blossom on her hip.
She loved Rylan but enough was enough.
-
“ Riley, I know you’re going to your dress up party thing- ” Delilah was cut off before she could get any further.
“ Oh my god, ” Riley exclaimed. “ It’s not 'dress up party thing’, mum, it’s a steampunk convention, ” She corrects, as she adjusts the bow tie around her neck before moving to fiddle with the strap of her goggles.
“ Ah, right, ” Delilah responded, trying to understand. Admittedly, she did not but it made Riley happy and she had not seemed to smile in so long. Things had be rough for the family recently. Riley had been such a great help with Blossom, she was a gem of a girl, so if dressing up a little weirdly not and again pleaded her? Delilah would not stop her. “ But I need to pop to the shops and Blossom’s asleep. Do you mind watching her? ” She inquired.
“ Sure, I guess, but don’t take ages, ” Riley agreed, moving over to look at herself in the hallway mirror, sticking out her tongue thoughtfully before setting her index finger and thumb using her lips before using her spit to flatten down an unruly strand of her hair. Which almost instantly popped back up.
“ Alright, I won’t, ” Delilah agreed, however inevitably time would get away from her.
Upon returning home an hour later, Delilah instantly knew something was wrong. She was not sure what as of yet but it hit her like a truck. Some primal sense that there was something amiss in the home. It sent shivers down her spine, the hairs on her neck standing on end. Yes, she was sure of it, something was very definitely wrong.
Dropping her shopping bags in the hallway, she took a few steps deeper into the house and began to fully understand what the matter was. A nauseous scent clung to the air. Coppery and metallic in nature. It was weak but still made Delilah want to be sick.
“ Riley? ” She called out into the house, her voice echoing. No answer. While the three bedroom semi detached house had felt snug and even claustrophobic in the past it was now a vast mansion and she was calling uselessly into the west wing. That was unlike her daughter. She never ignored her. She clicked her tongue. Was she angry because of how long she had taken at the shop? Delilah wondered, before returning to the previously abandoned shopping bags to lug them into the kitchen
Upon reaching the kitchen, she dropped the bags again. They clunked heavier this time. A white pool began to form around the plastic bags suggesting the milk carton had burst with the force. It pooled in the cracks between the tiles but that was the least of Delilah’s concern.
The kitchen was a complete mess. Utensils were strewn out everywhere. Thrown here and there. Cupboards flung over, a forlorn box of cornflakes was tipped over the side, its contents on the worktop below. Of course there was only one person who could have done this but Delilah could seldom believe her darling daughter, who had been so much of a star these last few months, could do such a thing.
“ Riley! ” Delilah hollered, anger brewing up in her as she began to replace items such as broken bottles and discarded canned food. Among the mess was her sewing kit, spools of thread all thrown around but still there, apart from the red one. Riley had borrowed that for restitching a skirt a while ago and had never returned it. It was probably still in her jacket pocket. However, something else was missing too. Her dress making scissors. She could not see them in the kitchen either, they were easy to spot, being so large. Nearly nine inches long. Not to mention the bright plastic blue handle.
It was only then occurred to Delilah actually, what if they’d been broken into? She could not see any clear point of entry but that did not mean it had not happened. Fear set upon her again, overcoming her like a tide on the beach before she rushed for the stairs to check upstairs for any further damage- And for her daughters.
This was when the smell began to get worse, encroaching on her sense of smell, causing her to gag as she pressed on. What was that!? It stunk to the high heavens and the house certainly had never had any such pungent odours before she went shopping.
Her feet, which were bare now having toed off her shoes and socks when she had first got home, made contact with something aside from the carpet of the stairs. It was soft. Squishy. It was rounded before it popped under her weight and a lukewarm fluid was released underfoot. She stopped to look down, confused for a moment as to what it was. A white circle mashed into the carpet, with a grey ring and a little punk tail… Was that… An eyeball? Delilah screamed as the optic nerve tickled her toes, causing her to lose her footing, going tumbling back down the stairs. Her head collided roughly with the floor and she was out in seconds.
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Upon waking up, Delilah groaned in pain as she feebly sat up. She could feel a warm liquid on the back of her head and neck. Blood she assumed, she had likely split her head open from the floor. She was surprised she had woken up at all. Even small head wounds could be fatal… But there was something else. That copper scent from earlier was stronger and now it finally dawned on her. It was blood. She could smell her own blood matting her hair but earlier on it had been the same- And she had not been bleeding then.
Remembering the eye, the first thing Delilah did was throw up. Her body trembled as she turned to empty the contents of her stomach onto the floor. No way she imagined it. That had been someone’s optic nerve. The familiar grey colour suggested who to her- But she could not consider that. She refused to believe it.
Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she got to her feet to look around. That in itself was hard. The room was incredibly dark. All of the curtains and blinds had been shut, banishing the natural sunlight and the lights were out. She stumbled to the light switch- Only for nothing to happen. Someone had killed the lights. She was not naive enough to believe a power outage was a mere coincidence in a time like this.
Rushing instead to the front door, she rattled on the handle but no luck. It was locked and when she searched for the keys on the table in the entrance way, where she always put them, they were gone.
As the panic and confusion began to set in she frantically checked her pockets for her phone- To provide contact to the outside world or even just a light. It was gone.
Turning to the curtains, she yanked on the nearest ones. They put up some resistance. On closer inspection it seemed they had been duct taped to the wall but the adrenaline made her strong enough to pull the curtains free, tearing the wallpaper the tape was attached to in the process.
It was dusk now and there was very little light outside. The stray beams of half sunlight, half moonlight that filtered in only very slightly illuminated the room and only the half that was nearest the window. Yet that was enough to terrify Delilah.
Covering the walls were red handprints, like a macabre mocking of mischievous children. Delilah knew what it was but it made it easier for her to block it out and think of it as red paint, as frightened tears soaked her face. They were everywhere, apart from one area. One space on the wall had been left be. Instead of handprints, a haphazard drawing of some trees had been inked there. It was messy, clearly done with fingers as the main applicator. Hidden among the cluster was a tall man, drawn as willowy as the woods around him. He wore a suit and lacked a face.
Delilah had to get out of here. As weak as she felt right now, she threw herself at the window, banging on it trying to shatter the glass before another thought caught up to her. In her hysteria she had forgotten about her daughters. Her breathing hitched in her throat.
Turning around, she tried to collect herself. She did not know what was going on but if there was even a slim chance her girls were alive in this twisted mockery of what used to be the family home, she he had to find them.
“ Ri… Riley? ” Delilah called into the darkness. There was no point calling for Blossom, she was just a baby, she couldn’t respond. For a moment, there was only silence. And then there was a whimper from somewhere above her, a broken cry.
Without another thought Delilah raced to the abyssal ascent that was the stairway. Thoughts of the disembodied eye clouded her conviction for a moment. Mayhap it would be safer to escape? Run to the neighbours and call the police first? But no, she decided, by then something dreadful could have happened. She needed to get upstairs.
Gathering her courage, she began the climb, taking the stairs slowly. The light from the window did not reach this face and she was staring into endless shadow. She tried to avoid stepping on the eye again but devoid of light as it were, it was impossible. She flinched as the ball of her foot touched the moist residue, most of the fluid had dried into the carpet but it made it no less disgusting. Her head felt fuzzy and she pressed on before she could repeat her fall from earlier.
Delilah felt breathless as she reached the top, despite having climbed a mere twelve or so steps. The stink up here was worse, more concentrated. She had to heave for breath, panting, unable to take air through her nose. The aroma of awful was just too much to bear. Her lips felt dry. Be it due to using her mouth to sustain her lungs or do to the horrifying reality of her situation.
The first room she came to was Riley’s. The door was slightly askew and opened all the way with a slight creak of protest but it was too dark to see anything. “ Riley? ” Delilah whisper-shouted, but the only sound she could hear this time was her own laboured breathing.
Somewhere behind her a light came on.
Delilah flinched instinctively before spinning to look behind her. Squirming under the tiny cracks in the closed doorway, it shone like a halo around the door but the guiding silhouette did nothing to calm her. How was that light on when she had already checked that the power was out?
Creeping closer to the door, she could feel her heart hammer in her chest. Her footfalls on the creaky floor sounded like an avalanche and she was frighteningly aware of how obvious she was. Whoever, or whatever, was beyond that door knew she was here. Tears streamed down her face, ghosting her lips and leaving a salty taste. Why was she putting herself through this? Her common sense screamed to run away as fast as her jittery legs would carry her but she could not. One thing was more important than her life.
Her daughters.
Fear could only restrain her so much when her mother’s love was called to action. Delilah did not typically consider herself to be any braver than the average person but she did think she had more to lose. Maybe it would be more sensible to make a break for it and have the authorities deal with it- But she fell into that age old trap of refusing to feel helpless. She had to be the one to do something. She could not trust anyone else with the safety of the two people most important to her.
Her hand hesitated, hovering just above the handle before grasping it; the metal cold in her hand. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, as if it made any difference in such dim light. With a small amount of force she pushed the door open. It swung easily round to tap against the wall, giving a whine of protest. As it peeled back to reveal what lay beyond, Delilah became aware of a soft dripping noise. Like a leaky tap.
At first she was not sure what she was looking at. On the floor lay the unrecognisable tangle of… A baby doll? One of Blossom’s toys. Its form was twisted, legs forced up behind it over its shoulders, while one of its arms was missing. Its little pink dress was destroyed, now barely scraps of material hanging from its form. Her hair had been chopped off and littered the floor around her. Red thread had been wrapped around its plastic body. A flashlight was positioned beside it; the light source.
“ What the fu… ” Delilah trailed off, unsure what this morbid display before her was supposed to be. She drew closer, paranoia growing. It was just a doll, she told herself and she needed that flashlight. Bending beside it, her hands shakily grabbed for the light, her nerves making her grip weak and the torch slippery. It took three attempts to pick it up.
She felt breathless, her chest growing tight. Her knuckles turned white, holding the torch with an iron grip. Suddenly she became aware of the dripping noise again. Delilah whimpered and jumped backwards, snapping to turn the light of the torch in the direction of the noise with a swift motion. There was a speck of ooze on the doll’s near bald head. A red spot that slowly began to droop and run down its lifeless face. She hadn’t noticed it before because of the poor visibility and the red thread, but there many similar splotches.
Drip.
Suddenly another hit the plastic skull.
Drip drop.
Another two. Slowly Delilah shakily turned her torch upwards. What she saw made her shriek like a banshee, wailing in a hysterical mixture of terror and disgust. More tears hit her face, splashing off of her face to the floor. Her flashlight hit the floor with a loud thump, the force separating the head from the body, the batteries escaping their prison and killing the only light she had. In the darkness it would be impossible to reassemble it.
The image was seared into Delilah’s mind, like an imprint of the back of her eyes. The room light had swung back and forth, the light shade having been removed. What she at first thought was a red rope had been twisted around the light, lowered down to another dismembered doll. Wrapped around its little neck and torso. Like the other an arm was missing but the legs this time merely hung limp, pointed to the floor. The hair was matted but remained in place. The stomach had been slashed open and an eyeball was missing from its porcelain face. Then Delilah came to the horrid realisation.
It wasn’t a doll.
Seeing the tiny corpse strung up by its own intestines, Delilah felt the bitter taste of the lining of her stomach bubble up in her throat before retching. There was only one person such a petite cadaver could belong to… And to accept that would drive Delilah off the brink into insanity. It was much easier to pretend it was another broken toy.
Somewhere in the darkness, someone laughed. An evil, brutal cackle that echoed off the walls, carrying its malice. Like a hyena fresh from a kill. It was only then that it occurred to Delilah that flashlights cannot be turned on remotely, yet it had been turned on while she was just outside and there was only one exit to this room.
She was not alone.
Scrambling around in the light emptied room, desperately searching for the parts of the torch on her hands and knees, she cursed herself for being so stupid. Her hand frantically brushed over a battery which she snatched up.
However then something collided with her face, hard, knocking her to her back as she let out a cry. Then like she was suddenly on an operating table, a bright light was shone in her face, temporarily stunning and blinding her. Her attacker chortled again. The flick of a switch sounded and the light was gone, leaving her in terrifying darkness. The message was clear. She was not to look for the torch.
They were toying with her, Delilah realised, panting.
For a moment she paused on the floor, gathering her bearings before pushing herself to her feet. She hesitated for a second, waiting to see if another hit came. Nothing. She struggled, rushing forward and bumping into the wall. Slowly she inched around the room, using it to guide her to the doorway which she eventually found.
Out in the hallway she could see the glimmer of light from the window downstairs. The thought that the outside world still existed beyond this madhouse was somewhat comforting.
There were only two other rooms upstairs. Her and Rylan’s shared bedroom and the bathroom. She could not think for the life of her why she would go to her bedroom at a time like this when the bathroom, with its perfectly good lock, was an option. She could have ventured downstairs to break the window and follow through with her original plan but fear derailed any logical train of thought. Her primal instinct to shelter herself somewhere secure and wait for the storm to pass, as unlikely as that was, won out any other wishes.
Finding her way to the bathroom with the help of the downstairs lighting and the wall, she stumbled in. She slammed the door and swiftly jammed the lock shut, bolting out the outside world- But that included the small amount of light she’d had.
Flinging her body back against the door, she gasped. For the first time in hours she felt a sliver of safety. Her breathing began to steady to a regular pattern. Her adrenaline began to waver, bringing attention to the stinging feeling on her cheek and the throbbing at the back of her head.
Squeak!
Delilah flinched. What was that? Searching for any possible source of the noise, trying to keep calm whole she determined whether it came from outside or in the bathroom.
Then there was light. Not like before not a bright, dizzying spotlight to the eyes. A lighter. Just a little flicker of fire. Then another. A tea light, just bright enough to return Delilah’s minimal sight. As her panic began to set in again, the first thing she caught sight of was the bathroom mirror and her own dimly light face. A bright mark adored her cheek, the pattern making it easy to guess it was from the bottom of a boot. A gift from her attacker earlier on.
Then her gaze snapped to the source of the light. Lounging in the bathtub, waving around a tea light in one hand and rubber ducky in the other, one leg hanging out of the tub was her daughter. Still clad in her convention outfit. Her top hat was squint, pushed to the front of her head, her goggles holding it up from tilting any further forward and falling.
“ Fancy a bubble bath? ” She inquired, her grip on the bath toy tightening slowly to release a long, depressed squeal from it.
“ Riley! ” Delilah exclaimed in an whisper-shout. “ What are you doing in there? ” She asked, while Riley gently rocked the foot she had hanging out of the tub back and forth. As if she had not a care in the world.
“ …Having a bath? ” Riley responded nonchalantly, throwing the rubber duck to the other end of the bath and setting the candle down on the edge of the bath before getting to her feet. Her boots thumped on the floor as she hopped out. “ What else am I doing in the bath? ” She asked with a voice full of attitude.
“ Because- ” Delilah began loudly before lowering her voice. “ Because for a start you’re fully clothed and two, there is someone in this house trying to kill us, ” She said, placing her hands on Riley’s shoulders trying to shake some sense into her daughter. Even for as odd as her girl could be, surely she could grasp the gravity of the situation?
“ Well, yeah, ” Riley’s response came with typical teenage boredom. Like a nineteen year old trying to explain the Internet to their ageing parents.
“ What do you mean 'yeah’? ” Delilah responds, fussing. “ Did they hurt you? Are you alright? ” She asks, her hand moving down slightly and catching onto something sticky on her daughter’s outfit. Her shirt was wet and the red colour was only barely visible in the dark. “ Oh my god- Are you alright? ” She gasps, as the half dried blood clings to her fingers.
“ Huh? ” Riley responds looking down before flashing a grin. “ Oh? That. Don’t worry. It’s not mine. ”
Delilah was engulfed in emotion for a moment, first relief that Riley was safe. Then confusion, who’s blood was it then if not hers? And then finally, the horrid realisation hit her.
“ …No! ” She gasped, as she staggered away from her daughter, grabbing frantically for the lock. As she struggled with the small bolt, Riley snickered behind her. With a great exertion of her remaining strength Delilah managed to force the door open, at the cost of slicing open the skin on the the side of her hand open.
Delilah whimpered as she rushed out of the room, shaking her now blooded palm as she rushed into the hallway, the warmth of her needed fluid spilling out against her skin causing her to shiver. As she bolted for the stairway, she glanced behind her for a single moment. Riley stood there, in the doorway of the bathroom, candle in hand having retrieved it from the edge of the bathtub. Her maniacal smile was barely illuminated in the dim light. She raised her opposite hand and pinched the wick with her index finger and thumb- Extinguishing the light. Plunging upstairs into darkness once more.
Racing downstairs, Delilah stumbled in her haste and gravity did the rest, causing her to slip forward and rather ungracefully descend the stairs for the second time today. She landed on her front this time, winding herself, knocking the air from her lungs. She wheezed, panting as she crawled forward, her nails scratching the floor as she drove herself forward to the wall. Tearing the handprinted wallpaper as she tried to return to her feet, she cried out, as a pain shot through her ankle.
Looking down the nauseous feeling in her stomach returned at full force. Her left ankle was twisted in an unnatural fashion and trying to support weight upon it was met only with agony.
Limping towards the window, doing her best to avoid using her left leg as much as possible, she paused and huffed as she tried to steel herself and ignore the multitudes of pain coursing through her. She was starting to feel dizzy, the amount of blood she had lost starting to take its toll on her.
Yet it seemed she could not catch a break. She could heard footsteps coming from the upstairs hallway. Boots stomping. Slow and loud. Taunting her again, letting her know she was coming, like a lamb who knew the butcher was only just beyond the relative safety of its pen.
Why her? Why did it have to be Riley? She was a good kid! She got decent grades in school, did all she could to help around the house and only very rarely got into fist fights with other students. Had she missed something? Had she overlooked some sort of mental health issue? No, she thought, trying to keep focussed as her vision spun before her like a carousel. She was a tentative mother, of that she was sure. She had been there to fuss when the school had referred her to a specialist to have her diagnosed with ADHD. She had been there. If there was some deep seated psychological reason, she would know.
The footsteps banged on the stairs, beginning to get closer, telling Delilah she had a limited time to come up with a plan of action. Banging on the glass of the window, she screamed in frustration. She could sense Riley lurking in the shadows of the hallway.
Growing more and more hysterical, she began to ram the window with the full force of her shoulder. An amused 'heh’ alerted her Riley was in the room with her, barely a few steps away, taking her time, leisurely strolling across to Delilah. Trapped, like a fish in a barrel.
Finally, the glass began to break under the force, a small dent beginning to stretch into a line. The possibility of smashing the window becoming more and more real.
Yet it was already too late. The sharp sound of metal scraping metal made Delilah turn. Riley stood directly behind her, face inches from hers, wielding her mother’s stolen dress making scissors. Slowly opening them before snapping them shut again. Some of Blossom’s now dried blood blunted them ever so slightly. Delilah realised Riley had not been taunting her, or trying to work her to panic. She had merely been taking her time to clean her weapon. This threatening gesture was intended to remove the last of the crusty red and sharpen her blade.
“ 'Sup, ” Riley chirped before thrusting her scissors into the right side of her mother’s stomach. Delilah flinched, her hands snapping to Riley’s wrist and white knuckling her, screaming in anguish as she tried to defend herself. Trying to shove Riley back however seemed in vain, her daughter was much better built than she and easily overpowered her, driving the scissors through her body and piercing an exit wound on the skin of her back.
“ No, no, stop! ” Delilah screeched, squirming, as she fell back against the window, hearing it crack more against her weight but not enough to give out. Riley flashed an evil sneer, twisting the scissors, niggling her insides and tearing through human flesh like butter. Delilah felt like she was on fire, the pain rushing through her from her head, her hand, her side, her leg. “ P-Please! Stop! ”
Riley ripped the scissors free, causing more damage as she did so. Delilah sobbed in a mixture of terror and anguish. Her blood splattered the semi broken window behind her like a morbid stain glass painting.
“ What’s wrong? I arrange all this mother-daughter bonding and you don’t even appreciate it? Ungrateful! ” She snapped, as Delilah’s vision began to fade.
“ Why, ” She gasped at her daughter, reaching out a weak hand to her. “ Why would you… ” She trailed off, as Riley pocketed her pilfered scissors and took her mother’s outstretched hand in hers, squeezing it. A motion that might have been affectionate, reassuring even, if not for the context of their situation and the extra pain it caused in Delilah’s injured hand.
“ I understand what daddy meant now, ” Riley tells her, turning her gaze upwards to the drawings on the wallpaper. Her gaze seeming to linger on the painting of the faceless man.
“ Ri… Ril- ” Delilah stuttered, her voice escaping her as she slumped against the window, sliding to the floor. Riley went with her, lowering herself, crouching before her.
“ Shh, shh, it’s okay… Go ahead, you can rest now, it’s over for you, ” Her daughter’s scratchy voice whispered, their hands still holding onto one another, fingers intertwined.
Delilah was already so far gone, she was barely aware of the revolver being lifted to her head.
Bang!
-
A few weeks later, Rylan was sipping his coffee, his eyes never leaving the broadsheet newspaper in front of him. He had been nursing this hot beverage for long enough it had went cold but in a cozy, backwater truck stop in the middle of no where like this? Nobody bothered him over it.
He had always known it was a possibility this would happen. A very probably one in fact. The question had merely been by who’s hand. Yet, reading about Delilah and Blossom’s gruesome end still stirred deep sentimentality in him. Still, they had served their purpose. As had he. His time was limited now. He would be replaced soon- Discarded.
The bell on the door tinkled alerting the sparsely populated diner someone else had entered. Rylan heard them brush off a waitress, telling them to give her a moment. He glanced up slightly.
“ You know, you’re inconspicuous as fuck in that outfit, ” He grumbled, as his daughter took a seat across from him. “ You’re supposed to be laying low. ”
“ 'You’re supposed to be laying low’, ” She mimicked sassily. “ Fuck off, Snitch, ” She grunted, addressing him by his alias rather than his proper name, despite knowing it full well. She shivered, clearly cold, pulling her tailcoat close. “ This place is fucking freezing, ” She grumbled before picking up Rylan’s coffee, taking a long gulp before beginning to choke up. “ Fucking hell! That’s cold, how can you drink that swill? ”
“ Will you be quiet? You’re causing a scene, ” Rylan warned her lowly, the few other cafe goers risking glances at the unusual pair.
“ See, the thing is, to cause a scene you need a crowd and unless you hadn’t noticed, we might as well be in the Sahara, ” She retorts. Rylan snorts, turning up his nose at her.
“ …You been given a name? ” He asks simply moving on. She flashed a toothy grin, glancing over as one of the waitresses tried to perform a hushed phone call. As Rylan had suspected, his daughter’s over-the-top getup had given them away almost instantly, sticking out like a sore thumb. It would hardly be a tricky police line up.
“ Aye, ” She told him, lifting her revolver and firing without looking. In the last few weeks, her skills had already been honed. Trained by the tough lifestyle and the threat of death in the face of failure.
Someone screamed, as the waitress’ brain was turned to mush with the impact of the bullet before spraying across the wall.
“ Bullseye, ” The girl let out a low self-impressed whistle. “ Three sixty no scope that shit! ”
“ Nice shot but don’t be an idiot. So, name? ” Rylan pressed, guiding her attention back to his question, as people began running from the truck stop, screaming bloody murder. In such a secluded country corner, the duo could take their time. Any law enforcement would be at least ten minutes this far out in the sticks.
“ Steampunk, don’t wear it out, ” She told him as she clicked the safety of the revolver back on and holstered it again.
“ …You’ll be…. An interesting proxy. I’m sure he’ll be watching you very closely. ”
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