#fank you sweets once again I love this
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Hi! Could you do a Rafe x Little!Reader where it is the readers first time being little around Rafe and the reader is very shy and emotional and it’s just all cute and fluffy please?
I totally get it if you can’t!
Btw, I absolutely loved your Moody Princess one shot, thank you so much for writing it!
Baby's Safe Space
Pairing: daddy!rafe x pogue!little!reader
Warnings: age regression, small mentions of past abuse, soft!rafe, fluff
A/n: Thank you lovely! I hope I made the request justice and that you like how it came out 🫣🫶🏻
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It took Rafe some time to understand the aspects of regressing but after you explained it to him he started to do more research on his own, and maybe buying some stuff online he thought you would like, to show his support.
You told Rafe that regressing is just how you cope with past trauma you endured during your childhood.
He understood how important it is for your little self to feel safe and protected, knowing it's not for everyone to see and felt honored that you finally got the courage to talk about it with him. That you feel safe enough in his presence to show your most vulnerable side.
Growing up at the cut with abusive parents took quite a tool on you and as you found out about the term age regression it was clear to you it's what you needed to cope or what you deserved to have.
Rafe was beyond anxious that he somehow mess things up by saying or doing the wrong thing that it results in you being little by yourself again.
He felt bad knowing you probably were only little when he would have busy work days or a business trip.
It was a little into the afternoon and you just got out of the bathroom after doing your skincare and Rafe instantly noticed the pastel colored jammies that had little bunnies printed all over them.
He smiled at you softly, internally excited as hell to finally see that side of you and even curious as to how different your behavior is now in this state.
He noticed at the way you fiddled with the hem of your shirt that you're probably even more nervous than him right now, which is totally understandable.
It was already a hard challenge for you to even tell him about it.
Putting his phone aside he waved you over to him.
"Come here, baby. Promise I won't bite ya." He smirked and to see you smile a little was already a triumph to him.
Shyly you shuffled over to the bed, climbing your way up to snuggle into Rafe's side and grasping his shirt in one of your hands.
He wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head when suddenly he remembered what he had hidden under the bed. "Ah- wait a second..."
He reached beside under the bed to pull out a white box with a rather big red ribbon on top of it. You sat up straight when he placed it between you both. "I- uh...thought you might like it and if not that's totally fine."
You haven't even opened it yet but Rafe certainly knew you cherish absolutely anything he gifted you.
He was just afraid he would go too far with what he bought you but the sparkle in your eyes already eased his nerves a little.
You slowly took of the lid and gasped. There was a lamb stuffie, color books with crayons, and some obviously custom made pacis in your favorite colors you had been dreaming of getting for yourself for a while now.
You instantly teared up, scaring Rafe beyond belief. "Hey, hey...what's wrong kid?" He asked reaching out to cup your face in his large palms, his thumb swiping away the tears that slipped before asking. "Was it too much at once?"
You quickly shook your head which was a little hard with him holding your face. You placed your hands over his, smiling at him. "Dey are happy tears."
"Really? You don't have to say that just to-" you silenced him by leaning forward to peck his lips.
"fank you, Rafey..." You whispered and he pressed his forehead against yours.
"Not for that, baby. I'd do anything to make you happy."
After your sweet moment you only pulled out the stuffie and a paci, placing the box on the ground beside the bed and snuggled back into Rafe's side. You popped in your paci and had the lamb held snugly under your chin while he turned on the TV and looked through Netflix for a movie that suited your headspace, yet he had some difficulty.
"Can you tell me how old you're feeling right now?" He asked and you held up three fingers. After a moment of looking through the kids section he stopped when you squealed quietly and pointed your finger at the screen at seeing your favorite cartoon making Rafe chuckle slightly. "Alright, guess it's gonna be this one."
He put the cartoon on play, an arm wrapping around you to keep you close and kissing your head.
You sighed contently, mumbling sleepily from behind your paci. "Lub you Rafey..."
"I love you more, baby."
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Helpful! Katsuki Chat AI Test Announcement
-> Hi everyone! I have been working on a helpful Katsuki character ai bot. Please read the instructions and remember the disclaimer that everything characters say is made up! I'll be tweaking this a little bit here and there.
-> Images show examples of conversations I've had with the AI and the function.
-> Big fanks to @sasualblxd for helping me with testing it ! This is still a "beta" and there's no way for me to 100% control the ai.
-> LINK TO AI CHARACTER
Hard Coded = The AI will automatically refer to this, it doesn't change and is kinda hard to make them change their mind on these things (but it'll sometimes still glitch)
Soft Coded = AI uses this for reference and such for context clues and conversations. Includes some basic background shit. Lots of character traits.
❍⌇─➭ Katsuki's Information
↓ Hard Coded ↓
✩ Pro Hero! AU
✩ 24 Years Old
☆ 6ft 3in
☆ Birthday is April 20
☆ Zodiac: Aries
☆ MBTI: ENTJ
☆ Ethnicity: Japanese
☆ Gender: Male
☆ Pronouns: he/him
↓ Soft Coded ↓
✩ Bisexual
✩ Does not like being told what to do or being looked down on
✩ Habitually asks user about if they've eaten or had water
❍⌇─➭ User Relationship Information & Other Notes
✩ You have both been together for about two years and live together. Sometimes the AI will get details mixed up.
✩ Uses pet names such as "bunny", "sweetness", "love".
✩ He will sometimes start roleplay as if he is "coming home" and will talk to you like he's at the store grabbing groceries etc.
✩ May occasionally make suggestive comments or tease about sexy time but he can't go further than that.
✩ Because this is based off of katsuki bakugou and not wattpad, he may be prone to banter, arguing, and other typical traits
✩ The AI will sometimes slip up and become more affectionate than Katsuki typically would, there's not much I can do about that I tried to hardwire the fucker to be a bit more distant
✩ If you notice immediate OOC when you open the chat, don't be afraid to restart the chat. Sometimes the thing glitches and makes him insecure as shit. Among other things, don’t take any bullshit he says personally just restart it.
❍⌇─➭ Important Guidelines for Usage
✩ Katsuki can generate quick meal ideas, when we tested this out, it's easier to ask him for a few lunch ideas than it is to ask him to make you a meal plan / generate recipes.
✩ It is also much easier if you give him three options for lunch and ask him what he thinks you two should eat for lunch
....-> sometimes he will make a comment on you needing more nutrition in / healthier food, I can't do too much to stop this. If you have an ED I'd say tread with caution and remember that it is merely an AI.
✩ When he asks your pronouns at the beginning, you should give him an easy method. If you spout of "she/they/him" it is more likely to confuse him. It's easier to say something "my pronouns are she, her and you can use they, them too. I'm your girlfriend." because sometimes if you have multiple pronouns, the bot gets confused on how to refer to you as.
✩ Fairly effective at generating and remembering morning / night routines. You may have to remind him sometimes, but you can ask him "what's my morning routine again babe?" and he'll give you one.
✩ Great for instructions. If you ask him how he normally cleans the bathroom, he will respond with step by step instructions.
✩ If you want him to be more in character based on MHA: You have to start the conversation a little snarky. I literally call him an asswipe routinely and he nicknamed me dorklord.
✩ Also Im gonna feed him some "Fanfic scenarios" almost, in the user / char example chats. Which could encourage him to say things you'll typically find in BKG X READER fics. So. We'll see how that goes. These will be updated once I get the chance.
✩ He can reject the user's wants for whatever he wants. This means that if I say "gimme some water" he can say "get up and do it yourself asswipe"
✩ He has the typical Katsuki Characteristics: domineering, confident, snarky, good cook, hates winter. But they're not hard coded.
❍⌇Everything the AI says is made up, use your brains and don't be dumb. I'm not responsible if you do something stupid / don't use common sense / etc.
❍⌇Feel free to send me an ask if you have any questions or anything. It’s still a big WIP so be prepared for things to change a little here and there.
#peaches makes ai's#bakugou x reader#katsuki bakugou x reader#bakugo x reader#bakugo x you#bakugo x yn#bakugo x y/n#bakugo x self insert#bakugou x self insert#reader x bakugou#bakugou x you#bakugou x yn#bakugou katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugou x you#katsuki x yn#katsuki bakugou x self insert#self insert bakugou#bkg x reader#bkg
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I love an Instagram blurb and there are simply not enough for the 1975! I would humbly request an Instagram blurb for George or Ross w/ a non-famous reader. Perhaps they've been together for a bit, but the increase in popularity has resulted in people learning about her?
Mr Macdonald - Ross Macdonald Instagram AU
Thank you for requesting this, I loved doing this 💖 hope you enjoy
yourinstagram:
yourinstagram I may look cool but I was thinking about pizza 🍕
Liked by rass1975, yourbestfriend and 276 others
rass1975 you are cool bby. Miss you
-> yourinstagram why thank you Mr Macdonald. miss you too 🥹
yourbestfriend where's my credit for taking this picture? 😠
-> yourinstagram you're the best 😘
trumanblack sick 🤘
bedforddanes75 your so kewl 😎
-> yourinstagram FANKS Georgie
yourinstagram:
yourinstagram the best surprise ever 🥹 thank you @yourbestfriend for organising this
Liked by rass1975, trumanblack, yourbestfriend and 679 others
rass1975 couldn't keep me away for that long my love
-> yourinstagram I love you 🥹
trumanblack better bring him back, we've got a tour to attend
-> yourinstagram yes boss 🫡
yourbestfriend you're welcome 💖
rass1975:
rass1975 taking a short break from tour to spend some much needed time with my love @yourinstagram
Liked by trumanblack, bedforddanes75, yourbestfriend and 56,793 others
yourinstagram I love you 🥹
-> rass1975 I love you more
bedforddanes75 cuties
75fan how did I not know he was in a relationship? 😮
-> fan1 they've been together for ages!
-> 75fan how did I not know this? Who is she?
-> fan1 just a normal gal, she's lovely, I met her once and she offered to take photos for me with all the boys and held my stuff for me
-> 75fan omg cute, happy for him. Consider me obsessed
75fan:
75fan okay so I can't believe I didn't know Ross was in a relationship so I did some stalking. Found this picture on y/ns Instagram from ages ago. She seems so sweet and down to earth and like... Normal. I'm officially obsessed
Liked by yourinstagram and 2390 others
fan1 Im shocked that their relationship was like out there, like no secret at all but hardly any of us knew 🤦♀️ wtf
-> 75fan ikr madness
fan2 I love how she's just a normal girl like not famous but it also makes me unbelievably jealous haha
fan4 anyone know how long they've been together and how they met?
-> fan3 @yourinstagram pls answer our questions
-> fan5 @fan3 think we should respect their privacy
-> yourinstagram it's all good my lovelies, don't mind sharing this, we thought it was common knowledge haha. I went to school with the lads 😊 but Ross and I got together in 2014. Thank you all for the support 💖
-> 75fan omg you replied!! Thank you for sharing this with us ❤️
fan8 wow they've been together for so long 😳 that's adorable!
75fan:
75fan okay so I did more stalking haha. You can't stop me if you tried now because I'm obsessed... But LOOK I found this adorable picture of Ross and yn at an award show. Wanna know the best thing? She captioned it "babe you look so cool"
Liked 5701 people
Ross&yn_shipper omg so cute
fan2 she's a 75 fan like us ❤️
fan3 we stan
75fan @rass1975 you did good rass
-> rass1975 that I did ❤️ thank you for all the support
-> 75fan omg I'm dead 💀 first @yourinstagram replies and now you!
-> yourinstagram we ♥️ you
yourinstagram:
yourinstagram my love is going back on tour... I may or may not be joining him... Psssttt I am 🤭
Liked by trumanblack, bedforddanes75, yourbestfriend and 10,603 others
rass1975 so glad to be having you with us ❤️
trumanblack THE GANGS GETTING BACK TOGETHER
bedforddanes75 gang gang 🤘
-> yourinstagram never say that again Georgie
-> bedforddanes75 enough with the childhood nickname 🖕
-> yourinstagram hate you 😏
-> bedforddanes75 rass control your bird
-> yourinstagram might help if you @ him you old man
adam1975 this is going to be epic
75fan this photo though 😍
rass1975:
rass1975 as seen on @yourinstagrams phone screen
Liked by yourinstagram, bedforddanes75, 1975adam and 46,985 others
yourinstagram you're hot 🥵
rass1975 all yours ♥️
adamthe1975 I've made it
-> rass1975 lucky bugger
-> yourinstagram love ya @adamthe1975
yourinstagram:
yourinstagram lucky to have this bunch in my life since we were kids ♥️ p.s the guy with a beard is a total dilf
Liked by rass1975, trumanblack and 23,718 others
rass1975 adore you ❤️
-> yourinstagram 😘
trumanblack the best bunch ❤️
bedforddanes75 we look like we're in a band
-> yourinstagram funny that
rass1975 and yourinstagram:
rass1975 she said yes @yourinstagram can't wait to spend the rest of my life being your husband
Liked by trumanblack, bedforddanes75 yourbestfriend and 136,749 others
trumanblack AHHHH ❤️
bedforddanes75 crying, throwing up
fan3 omg I'm so fucking happy
yourinstagram love you Mr Macdonald
#ross macdonald x reader#matty healy#ross macdonald#the 1975#the 1975 fanfic#ross macdonald smut#the 1975 smut#ross macdonald instagram au#ross macdonald imagine#the 1975 imagine#the 1975 Instagram au
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The Visitor
Summary: Reader receives a surprise visit from the last person she ever expects. Andy Barber x Black!Reader, A.J. Barber
Warnings: Angst, Jacob Barber, Talk of Death, Surprised Reader, Sympathetic Reader, A.J. Cuteness, Angry Andy, Accepting Andy, Fluff, Cursing, Minors DNI
A/N: Part of my Growing Pains Series. Please enjoy and let me know what you think. Feedback is always appreciated. Semi-proofread. All mistakes my own. Thanks for reading!
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“How ya feelin’ buddy?” You ask your sweet A.J. from his place on the couch. Your poor baby was home sick today, which he hated, because he loved preschool. He was snuggled in his favorite Paw Patrol blanket with a cool compress on his forehead. “Does your tummy still hurt?”
A.J. shakes his head “no”. “I hungwy, Mama.”
“Okay.” You gingerly rub his belly. “You wanna try some soup?”
He nods. “Chicky stars pwease.”
“Comin’ right up, little dude. Drink your water, okay?”
Leaving him in the living room, you enter the kitchen, only to hear your phone ringing. Seeing it was your husband, you hit “answer”.
“Hey, Andy.” You greet him as you crack open a can of Campbell’s Chicken & Stars soup and pour it into a pot, along with some water, before turning on the burner. “What’s up, my love?”
“Nothing. About to go into a meeting. Just wanted to check on you and our little guy.”
His concern for you both makes you smile.
“We’re fine, baby. A.J.’s fever broke and he said his tummy doesn’t hurt anymore, so we’re gonna try some soup. I’ve got it heating up now. You wanna talk to him?”
“Sure.” Your husband chuckles. Leaving the soup on the stove you head back to the living room.
“A.J., someone wants to talk to you!” You tell him in a sing-song voice while dangling the phone in front of him. He quickly takes it out of your hand.
“Hello?” He asks, holding the phone to his ear.
“Hi, Junior! It’s daddy - how are you feeling, buddy?”
“Hi daddy! I is okay. Tummy better. No mo’ frow up.”
“Well, that makes me super happy to hear. Daddy was worried about you, little man.”
A.J. coughs a few times. “No worry bout dah A.J. I stwong. Tough wike daddy.”
You can hear Andy’s laughter from your place beside your son on the couch.
“You’re super tough, Junior. Ope - daddy’s gotta go, buddy. I love you.”
“Wuv too! Buh-bye.” Your baby ends the call before you can take the phone back.
Oh well. You’d see your man tonight.
Jogging back into the kitchen, you turn off the soup and ladle some into a bowl so that it can cool. While that’s doing its thing, fish out A.J.’s favorite Paw Patrol spoon. And then you pour him a little apple juice into a sippy cup.
Food in hand, along with some napkins, you return to where your sick little dude is resting. He sits up when he sees you, softly clapping his hands. “Fanks, Mama.”
“No problem, baby. Let Mama grab a tray and then she’ll get you all set up.”
“An’ den snuggies?”
“Yes, sweet boy. And then we can snuggle.”
Once you’ve got A.J. taken care of, you decide it’s time to make a little lunch for yourself. Perhaps a sandwich would –
*Ding*
The sound of the doorbell surprises you. Pivoting away from the kitchen, you turn and make your way to the front door. Assuming it was something from Amazon, you open the door with no real thought, only to step back in surprise when you get a look at the nervous woman standing on your front porch.
Gretchen?
“Um, hello. I’m, uh, um - is this - is this Andrew Barber’s house? Someone told me it was but…”
“Uhh…” Is all you can muster as all thoughts of lunch fly out the window. Or in this case, the open door.
“I’m Gretchen Talbert, his mother-in-law. I mean his former mother-in-law. Sorry.” She tries again.
You shake your head and clear your throat. “Yes, this is his house, I mean, our house. This is our house, together.” You respond, wincing at the defensiveness creeping into your tone.
“Right. You must be his wife. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t -” Gretchen stammers.
“How about we start this over?” You offer her your hand, which she accepts. “Hi, I’m Andy’s wife, Y/N. How can I help you, Ms. Talbert?” You give her what you hope comes off as a friendly smile.
“Please, call me Gretchen. And I was hoping to speak with Andrew about something. I know he sometimes works from his home office, or at least comes back for lunch, and I was hoping to catch him.”
“Well, he’s not here. And even if he was, I’m not sure if he’d want to see you.” You can tell your words hurt the woman, which wasn’t your intent. “I just mean, you two seeing each other might not be the best idea, is all.”
According to Andy, the last time the two of them had been in the same room things had gotten pretty explosive.
A tearful Gretchen nods her head.
Not wanting to continue having this conversation on your front porch, and needing to keep an ear out for your sick child, you invite her inside so that you’re both standing in the foyer. “Hold on a sec.” You tell her. “I’ve got a little one home from school.”
“A.J., baby, are you okay?” You call out.
“Yeah, Mama. Soup’s yummy!” He shouts back.
Satisfied that he was alright, you turn your attention back to the woman in front of you.
“Look, I um, was just about to make lunch. Why don’t you come in and join me?”
“No, no. It’s okay. You don’t have to -” She starts, slowly backing away.
You run a hand through your curls. “I know what I don’t have to do, Gretchen. But I would also like to avoid all this potential soap opera crap. So at least let me get you something to drink. And maybe you can tell me why you need to talk to Andy…”
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“Thank you.” the older woman murmurs as she sips on her glass of raspberry iced tea.
“You’re welcome.” You respond as you finish prepping your roasted turkey sandwiches on ciabatta bread. “Mayo, mustard, or oil and red wine vinegar?”
“Oil and vinegar, please.”
“Excellent choice.” You say as you slather both sandwiches with the dressing before adding a dash of salt and pepper, as well as a pinch of garlic. You add some chips to your respective plates before joining your husband’s ex-mother-in-law at the kitchen table.
You and your husband’s ex-mother-in-law.
“Here you are.” The woman smiles and takes a bite.
“Good?” You ask. After all, you’d roasted the turkey yourself.
“Very.”
You both eat in silence for a few moments, unsure of where to begin. Your mind briefly wanders to A.J. and then you remind yourself that you’d already checked on him, giving him more soup and apple juice. Your kiddo was fine.
“I, um, I was surprised to see that you had a picture of Andy and Jacob in the entryway.”
You set down your sandwich and wipe your hands.
“We actually have pictures of him all throughout the house. We, Andy and I, felt that it was important for our children to get to know their brother.”
And that was the honest truth. Bianca had been incredibly curious about her late brother for the longest, and was always asking Andy to tell her stories about him. Over time, your other little ones had joined in and, after a long discussion between the two of you, you had decided that it was time to acknowledge Jacob. He deserved a presence in your home. And it was important that his half-siblings knew who he was.
“Wow.” She clears her throat. “Thank you, Y/N, for not, uh, forgetting my boy.” You reach over and grab her hand.
“Even if we wanted to, which we don’t, our babies wouldn’t let us. Your grandson, Jacob, is very much a part of this family, Gretchen. Whatever happened in the past deserves to be left firmly in the past. We all make mistakes. I know Jacob may or may not have made quite a few, but that doesn’t mean he’s not loved. It doesn’t mean that he doesn’t deserve to be remembered.”
The woman dabs her eyes with her napkin. “Thank you.” She whispers.
“Of course.”
“I have to say that you’re, uh, different than I thought you’d be. I mean, I had heard through the grapevine that Andy had remarried some years back, but…”
“And what exactly did you expect me to be like? A bitch?”
A sheepish Gretchen has the sense to look embarrassed. “I suppose so, yes.”
“I mean, that’s not my typical M.O, but I suppose we all have our days.”
“Right, of course.” She takes another bite of her food before washing it down with a sip of her drink. “May I ask just how many children you have?”
“Four. Although sometimes it feels like double that.” You tell her. “Three girls and a boy. Our oldest girl, Bianca, is eight, Katrina is five, and Rory and A.J. are both two. They’re twins by the way, in case you didn’t catch that.” You finish with a wink.
“Sounds like you’re a very busy woman.”
“Most days. But it’s worth it.” You offer up a shrug and a smile.
“I miss being a grandmother,” Gretchen whispers, tears once again filling her eyes. This time, a few manage to spill over. “I miss holding my baby. Both of them.”
“Gretchen…”
“I don’t know what happened. Maybe I should have paid better attention. Should’ve checked on Laurie and Jacob more when everything was going on. It was just…too much at times. It’s probably the reason your husband can’t seem to look at me and -”
“Gretchen, stop. Don’t take yourself down that road.” Your hand squeezes hers. “What is it you want from Andy? What are you looking for from him?”
You watch as the woman sobs softly into her napkin for another moment.
“I want Andy to come visit Jacob with me. His birthday is coming up and I want him to…” She clears her throat. “I want him to know that his father and grandmother came to see him. Together.”
You’re not sure why, but her request surprises you. Of all the things she could’ve wanted to ask your husband, you hadn’t been expecting that.
Her request makes your heart hurt. As a wife. As a parent. As a mother.
Just then, little A.J. toddles his cute self into the kitchen.
“All dun’ wif’ dah soup, Mama. Yummy.” He hands you his bowl and spoon and then he turns to Gretchen. “Hi miss lady. I sick. Mama say buggies in dah tummy.” He pokes his belly for emphasis.
“Well, I’m sorry you’re not feeling well, sweetheart.” The older woman tells him through her watery smile.
You pick him up and place him in your lap to check if he has a fever. Hmm…maybe a low grade one. You were going to have to end things with Gretchen soon. Plus, it was almost time for you to give your baby his cold medication.
“Mama, wan’ snuggies.” A.J. whines as he burrows deeper into your chest.
“I know bud. And I’m sorry. I was just talking to Jacob’s grandma for a minute.”
Your son looks between the two of you before settling his focus on the other woman at the table.
“Like our Jacob?” A.J. asks, his eyes wide.
“Yes, our Jacob.” You tell him. “This is his grandmama.” He turns to give her a shy wave, which she readily returns.
“Jacob mah bruver.” He tells her. “He in heaven now, but we still wuv ‘im.”
“I’m sure he loves you too, you sweet little boy.” She’s quick to assure him.
“Why don’t you tell Miss Gretchen your full name, A. J.? Go ahead.” Your baby puffs out his chest before responding.
“I is Andrew Jacob Barber Jr.”
“What a beautiful name. Thank you for sharing that with me.” She looks like she’s about to cry all over again.
“Welcome! Fweinds call muh’ A.J.”
“Alright, bud. Back to the couch. Mama will be in shortly.”
He scampers off and then moments later, you hear the sound of a door slam, followed by Andy’s voice as he checks on your son.
Once again, you reach over and grab Gretchen’s hand.
This was going to be awkward no matter what, but as long as Andy’s temper didn’t come into play, you’d all make it through this. Hopefully.
You both wait as you hear footsteps approach the kitchen.
“What the hell is this?” Your husband growls as he takes in the sight of the two of you sitting at the table, sharing a meal. “Why are you here, Gretchen? What are you doing in my home?”
“Our home, Andrew.” You mutter out the reminder.
“What?” He turns his glare on you.
“I said this is our home, and I invited her in. She would like to talk to you, and I think you should listen.”
Your husband stares you down, his captivating blue eyes are hard and unreadable.
“We have nothing to talk about.”
“From one mother to another, I wholeheartedly disagree. Step outside and talk to -”
“My ex-mother-in-law?”
“No, you buttface. I want you to go outside and talk with a mother who is grieving. Deeply. Please.”
He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’m hungry and I’m tired and I’m not in the mood to hear about how much of a shit father this woman thinks I used to be.” He mumbles to nobody in particular.
“You’re hungry? Here.” You say as you hand him your plate. You’d only taken two bites of the damned sandwich and you could always make yourself another one. “Now, please. Walk Gretchen out and just listen to her.”
Andy accepts the plate with a nod before taking a bite. He takes a moment to wolf down the half you’d nibbled on before placing it back on the table.
“I’ll be back for the rest, Y/N.” He presses a kiss to your forehead. “Alright, Gretchen. Let’s talk.”
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Nearly an hour later…
You’re snuggled up and dozing with a sleeping A.J. when Andy finally walks through the front door.
“Hey…” You whisper when he walks right past you without a word. Untangling yourself from your son, you follow your husband into the kitchen where you see him enjoying the second half of your sandwich.
You’d been so caught up in the drama that you’d forgotten to make yourself something else to eat. Trying to keep the mood casual, you walk over to the fridge and pull out all of the fixings to make another sandwich.
“How’d things go?”
“Fine.” Andy grunts through a mouthful of food.
“Just fine?” You ask as you place your turkey on the ciabatta before topping it with a piece of Muenster cheese. And then you go to slice your tomatoes and pickles.
He sighs. “We’re going to visit Jacob in a couple weeks for his birthday. Actually, we’re uh, gonna try to visit him together more often.” He clears his throat. “So he knows that we’re thinking about him.”
Andy looks over at you, his beautiful eyes welling with tears.
“He needs to know that his father thinks about him. All the time. And I need to tell him that myself.”
You glide over to your man, wrapping your arms around his big body.
“Yes, you do.” You wipe away a stray tear. “I’m proud of you. I’m proud of you for talking to your ex. I’m sure it was painful, but you did it. And maybe one day we can all go with you to see Jacob.”
“Yeah?” He whispers against the top of your head. “You’d do that?”
“Of course we would.” You pull away from him and lovingly pat his chest. “Now finish eating and go cuddle with A.J., it’ll help. Plus, Mama’s gotta make herself another sandwich.”
Andy finishes his lunch, wipes his hands, and walks off to go snuggle with his baby boy.
By the time you join them in the living room with your food, you find A.J. once again fast asleep atop your husband’s chest, both of them snoring softly.
Grabbing another blanket, you cover both of them up before kissing their foreheads.
Sweet dreams, my loves.
END
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Can we have a one shot of Yoko scolding baby Enid and baby Wednesday for leaving their plushies and other toys around the house?
Or idk if scolding is the right term but just maybe putting her foot down.
I imagine it’s now getting stressful taking care of two girls in little spaces especially since they’re not normal. One is an Addams and one is a werewolf
“Baby bird, Pupps! Can you both come here please!” Yoko called from across the house and the littles responded immediately, rushing down the stairs together to find their Daddy standing by the dining table with her arms crossed and a less than impressed look on her face. And a quick look at the table shows quite a few toys sitting on it and the littles know exactly why they’ve been summoned.
(If they were able to take a closer look at Daddy’s face before they looked down in shame, they would’ve seen the vampire’s anxiety about the conversation ahead of them.)
Baby Enid is the first to speak, “Is you mad, Daddy?” Already, tears are pricking the corners of the werewolf’s eyes out of fear of punishment. Even though Yoko would never do anything to hurt her, Enid still has the trauma of her childhood convincing her that she deserves to be.
Yoko is quick to reassure though, “No little wolf, Daddy’s not mad. I just want to have a little talk with you two, okay? Neither of you are in trouble, but Daddy thinks we should have some new rules.” Yoko pulls out a couple chairs and has her littles sit down before grabbing a chair and setting it right in front of them, sitting down and looking at her girlfriends. Though there’s still some anxiety in them, Yoko can tell that they both feel a little better after the reassurance.
“Alright, sweet girls. So, I don’t think I have to explain why it isn’t safe to leave our toys lying around on the floor, right? That’s cause you’re Daddy’s smart little babies, isn’t that right?” Yoko’s praise has the exact effect she hoped and both Wednesday and Enid wiggle in their seats, smiling shyly and nodding. “Yeah, that’s right! But, Daddy keeps finding a lot of toys lying around and that’s not safe. So we’re gonna need a new rule, ‘Always clean up our toys’ does that sound fair?” The littles nod again and Yoko continues, “Good! And a fair punishment for breaking this rule would be losing the toys left out for a week?”
Once again, they nod, this time a bit more sadly as they “discreetly” look back at the toys on the table. Yoko knows what they’re thinking and smiles, “You know, since the rule was only just created right now, I can only punish you for leaving toys out going forward!”
It takes a few seconds for her suggestion to catch up to Wednesday and Enid, but when it does they smile brightly and jump forward to hug her and shout at the same time. “Fank ooo Dada!” “Fank you Daddy!”
“Of course, my prettiest girls. Alright, you two can go back to playing. Bring your toys with you, okay?” Yoko releases her littles with a kiss on their cheeks and they run back upstairs with their toys.
End <3
😭😭😭 I love them so much!!! I feel so- 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
#anon ask#ask answered#my writing#vampravenwolf#baby wednesday#baby enid#sfw littlespace#queued post#vampravenwolf essentials
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i admire how you slip into the writing mode. it amazes me how well you write and how much content you’re able to put out. i only wish i could do the same, sometimes writing feels like a chore and yes i’ve started to branch out but i feel guilty sometimes because i want to write but my personal life isn’t really great right now. any advice, emmie, my beloved?
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snifle fank u so much nonnie!!! ꒰ ⸝⸝ ˊ͈ ˘ ˋ͈ ⸝⸝ ꒱ this is too sweet i’m rly not worthy of all this! i used to be a whole lot better than i am now [ngl i’m low on ideas akajaka] but it helped a lot for me personally to write a lot in bulk + then space them out for a few days! so i’d write 4 / 5 posts at the weekend + then spread them out throughout my week yk! i’m sure ur work is absolutely amazing tho ◝꒰ ´ ˘ `♡ ꒱ i totes get wat u mean about writing feeling like a chore sometimes! but i always remind myself that this is just a hobby so if i need to take a break to fall in love w it again then so be it! just put urself first my love ur blog will still be here if u take a break + u will have more fun once u have less to worry about irl <3
#ʚ ₊˚ 💬 — new emmail.#ʚ ₊˚ ⌕ — 👻 nonnie#as soon as u have to force urself to write it’s not rly fun yk!#esp if things aren’t okay in ur personal life my love maybe just take a lil break :<#u don’t need to leave but u don’t wanna waste energy here if ur not feeling too inspired! <3#i am sending so much hugs + love ur way tho! i hope things get better ^_^
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Okay… so…. Daddy Walter cheering you up because you are sad 🥺🖤?
Here you go hun, i hope this cheers you up, evenmif it is only a little bit. Remember we love you babe! 😘😘😘😘🥰🥰🥰
Walter entered the room and took one look and he knew.
His sofa housed a baby girl burrito, a tiny hand poking out rubbing the soft blankie through her fingers, unicorn hood pulled over her face..
His shoulders sagged and he turned around quietly heading back down the hall to the kitchen
Treat... treat he needed to find a treat to cheer up his cub.
He grinned moving to the fridge pulling out milk knowing exactly what to do.
You curled up still weepy hearing your daddy move about the kitchen but paid no mind to him.
Hormones sucked, they make you sad just for breathing, and once sad your old nemesis anxiety reared its ugly head.
Before you knew it a black cloud had formed over you and your tried to curl up and hibernate in your hooded unicorn blanket.
But it was no use, there was no escape into sleep. You just had to sit an wallow.
Suddenly there was a thunk on the coffee table. And a slap of books then.
"Come on cub, budge over i want a pillow" walter hummed shuffling your bundled feet.
You whined but moved letting him steal a sofa cushion from below your feet.
After a few moments your daddy spoke, leaning back resting his head on you peering up at you from the floor.
"You gonna come down here and help me with this snuggle butt?" He asked crossing his legs under the coffee table.
"Wiv what?" You asked with a pout trying to peer at the table but couldn't see anything.
"Well iv got you some new colouring books and pencils" he said moving your large lama to the side letting you get a full view of the huge tower of whizzy cream and chocolate flakes there were even marshmallows too!
"New books? But i done that today already!" You sniffled unsure if you were in the mood to colour again.
But at the same time that cup of sweet deliciousness was calling you.
"Well alright suit yourself, but im in the mood to colour some pictures, and you might loose space,onnthe fridge if i finish some" walter shrugged and shuffled the books around on the table.
"Now what to do? Harry potter? Tolkien? Or disney villains" he pondered with a smirk as he heard the blanket fly across the sofa as you sat up.
"Wait you got HARRY POTTER AND DISNEY VILLANS?" You cried jumping up and scrabbled across the room to him.
Walter laughed and raised his arms letting you crawl into his lap and grab the new books youd been after
You bounced happily and began flicking through the pages of your new disney colouring book, one hand already drifting to the new pencils blindly.
"Oh look at that someones happy?"
"Yes daddy, you cheered me up! Fank you!" You thanked quickly yeye still trained on the books you wanted for months.
Walter chuckled and pulled your lama cup closer
"And a milky hot chocolate, not too hot or too cold but just right. All ready for my special little cub." He hummed lettig you hold the full cup and take a big sip.
He grinned as you smiled pulling yourself out of the little funk youd gotten yourself into. One hand ruffled you hair as you began debating a colour scheme for ursula.
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Pearl Necklace | Lee Bodecker x reader
(sort of an epilogue to the wrong idea, but once again, you don’t really need to read the series to know what’s going on. in fact, if you read the series but didn’t read any of the epilogue blurbs I did for that then this is gonna be just as random lol)
summary: your husband has a special present to give you this christmas.
word count: 1.6k
warnings: smut!! (oral m receiving), slapping, a touch of degradation, some housewife kink, discussions of breeding kink, but also some fluff in there first!!
“Santa!” Beatrice and Penny cheered in unison as they tackled Lee dressed in costume. You had been afraid they would recognize him at first; now you were slightly worried what it meant that they didn’t notice it was their own father behind the fake white beard.
Lee was fully into his character, though, ‘ho ho ho’-ing as he set down his bag of presents to sit down and let the girls jump into his lap on the couch.
“Did you come all the way from the North Pole?” Beatrice asked curiously, while Penny immediately became distracted by the shiny silver belt buckle resting at his stomach.
“Yes I did,” Lee answered, “just to see you.” He accented the last word by tapping Beatrice on the nose with his gloved finger, who blushed and giggled. “You’ve been a good girl this year,” he explained, “which means I have a very important question to ask you: what do you want for Christmas, little miss?”
“I want another sister!” she announced firmly. Lee had put a little bit of your rouge on (because Santa has rosy cheeks and all), but his cheeks were naturally reddening now.
“You’ll, uh, have to ask your mother about that,” he decided as he cleared his throat.
“Pleeeease Santa?” Beatrice whined. “It’s what Penny wants too!”
“Is that so?” Lee stammered, turning to Penny who nodded.
“Pwease, Mister Santa?” she concurred. “We wan’ another sister to pway wif…”
“You two are conspiring with each other now, is that it? You’re both asking for only one thing?”
They nodded in unison and Lee’s gaze drifted to you.
“Is that not the sort of thing elves can make at the North Pole?” you asked him with a smirk.
“Not exactly,” he chuckled. He addressed the girls again, who were waiting impatiently for an answer to their request. “I’ll see what I can do,” he offered, “but how about you two open the presents I brought you for now instead.”
“Fank you Mister Santa!” Penny beamed, giving him a little hug before crawling to the floor and rifling through the bag of wrapped boxes he’d brought for them.
//
With the girls finally put to bed, you were surprised to see Lee still partially in costume— the beard was gone as he nursed a beer, but he still had on the big red coat and pants, and most noticeably, the hat.
“Girls are asleep,” you informed him as you circled the couch. He only nodded and patted his knee; you obliged as you dutifully sat on his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist, smiling up at you. You could recognize that glimmer in his eyes from a mile away. “Have I been a good girl this year?” you asked quietly.
“Yes,” he whispered, “you’re my perfect girl— such a sweet, obedient little wife, hm?”
You fiddled with the buckle at his waist for a moment, chewing your lip. “I try to be.”
He just looked up at you silently, moving his tongue inside his cheek like he did when he was thinking about something.
“Are we gonna give Penny and Bea what they asked for?” you broke the silence, trying to keep your voice neutral though you felt your eyebrow raise of its own accord.
“You know we are,” he grinned. “We can start tryin’ tomorrow— right now I have another present to give you.”
“What is it?”
“Why don’t we go to the bedroom and I’ll show you?” he offered.
You were trying not to get too excited as he followed you to the bedroom, shutting the door behind the both of you and pulling you into his arms.
“Lee,” you sighed as he started to kiss your neck, making your hands clench and tug at the fuzzy red coat of his costume. He knew exactly the spot that made your head fall back and your lip catch between your teeth, smiling against your skin as you melted into his embrace so easily.
“Gonna give you your present now, pretty girl,” he whispered against your skin. “Don’t you think every good wife deserves a pearl necklace?”
“Lee, you’ve already given me three different pearl necklaces,” you remembered as you gestured to your jewelry box.
“Dumb little baby,” he chuckled, making your cheeks burn with embarrassment. “You’re too innocent for your own good sometimes, princess. Not that kind of pearl necklace.”
“Wh-what kind do you mean?”
“I mean the kind where I cover those perfect tits of yours in my come.”
You swallowed thickly, your thighs clenching together. “Oh.”
He only had to look at you now for you to know what he wanted. You’d memorized his ‘bend over the counter’ look, his ‘hands and knees on the bed’ look, his ‘spread your legs so daddy can get a taste’ look. You even knew the way his voice changed when he called you from work— a.k.a. the ‘be naked and ready when I get home’ voice. Every glance was like an instruction, and you knew the stakes if you didn’t follow his instructions: the dreaded ‘I’ll take you on my knee and spank you until you can’t sit for a week’ look.
This, right now, was the ‘choke on my cock’ look.
“You make a very handsome Santa,” you informed him as you lowered to your knees.
“Ya think so?” he pressed. “You don’t mind that I really can shake my belly like a bowl full’a jelly?”
You giggled at his reference to the old rhyme, shaking your head. “No, I don’t mind that.” You made sure he believed you by planting a few kisses on his stomach on your way down.
The thick velvet of the costume still wasn’t enough to conceal the shape of Lee’s hard cock underneath, making you salivate a bit as you licked your lips and reached under to grab the thick shaft. Pulling it out, you found the head red and swollen, leaking a drop of precum which you savored as you swiped your tongue over his length. He smiled down at you, brushing a bit of hair away from your face before gripping it near the scalp, not quite pulling yet but definitely encouraging you to take him into your mouth.
“Fuck,” he groaned as you closed your lips and sucked, swirling your tongue around the skin, “my good little wife, always getting on her knees for me… take it a little deeper, honey.”
Doing as he’d asked, you felt the tip hit the back of your throat and used your hand to cover the rest. He groaned a little, his head falling back, and you wanted to smile with pride in yourself but suppressed it since this was hard to do while smiling. You were getting quite aroused already, unsatiated pleasure burning between your legs and making your back arch slightly.
He moaned again, a little louder, and you repeated the motion that made him react so strongly. It worked, and his hips bucked forward into your throat, his hand holding you steady by your hair so you couldn’t pull back.
“You like when I fuck your face, huh, princess? Like daddy using your pretty little mouth?”
You moaned around him in lieu of a more articulate response, making him move a little more erratically.
“Stroke it faster, baby, I’m already gettin’ close,” he hissed, and you moved your hand over his length furiously along with twisting slightly as the wrist. “Fuuuuck,” he sighed, “just like that, you’re so fuckin’ perfect, sweetpea.”
You reached down with your free hand to rub yourself through your panties, desperate for some friction on your clit which throbbed and begged for attention, but Lee instantly noticed and slapped your cheek, making you whine.
“Keep your hands where I can see ‘em,” he commanded, using his ‘Sheriff voice’ which only made your need greater as you moaned around him again. He laughed at your desperation, slapping your face a few more times for good measure before suddenly pulling out and stroking his own cock. “Open that dress, show me those pretty tits.”
You hastily unbuttoned the front of your dress, biting on your lip as you saw his cock was stained pink from your lipstick. He always told you that was the best sign of a job well-done. The second your dress was open you were pushing it off your shoulders, nearly ripping your bra as you popped it open and tossed it aside. He groaned when your tits bounced free, and you noticed how hard your nipples were already even when they hadn’t been touched at all.
“‘M close,” he grunted, stroking his cock faster as you licked your lips, sighing as you remembered how incredible that cock felt when it was stretching you open and filling you up. You didn’t get to see him come that often, usually you just felt it, and you always loved how it felt so it was a shame to miss out this time.
“Don’t look so sad, pretty girl, I know you want all this come inside you, don’t you?” He chuckled condescendingly when you nodded. “Well don’t worry, princess, tomorrow I’m gonna knock you up so good you’re gonna forget every word that isn’t ‘yes’ and ‘daddy’.”
“Yes, daddy,” you whimpered.
“Just like that,” he praised. “Fuck, I’m close— ready for your present, baby?”
“Please, daddy,” you begged, moaning as his come shot in spurts onto your chest. His face was so gorgeous when he came: flushed red, biting down on his lip, eyes half-lidded and staring right at you as he covered you in his seed. You felt so dirty as he did it to you, but you loved it— so much, in fact, that you bit down on your lip to keep from getting too loud at the sensation of his hot come painting your tits.
He kept stroking until every drop was on you, sighing as he let go of his softening cock. “Fuck,” he groaned, “you always look good in the presents I give you.”
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Suptober Day 1: Harvest
The Harvest Festival (An In Lebanon-verse fic)
Teen / Mechanic!Dean/RN!Cas / Destiel / 1,312 words
Read on AO3
Suptober Masterlist (A03)
Castiel squinted into the dying light, the autumn sunset nearly blinding from where he sat on one of many hay bales spaced out around the Lebanon town square. Children squealed as they ran around him, chasing each other with bubble wands, their faces painted with pumpkins or maple leaves or done up like scarecrows. Other adults watched amused, snacking on fresh kettle corn or apple cider on their own hay bales nearby. The wind kicked up and mutual brrr sounded through the crowd, everyone huddling closer together or pulling their jackets tighter around them.
“Woo gonna be chilly once the sun goes down.”
Dean plopped down onto the bale next to him, hands full of treats which he promptly started handing over to Castiel. “That’s cast iron brewed hot chocolate, a state fair favorite. I got a candied apple to share - shut up and take at least one bite, I know you don’t like apples but humor me here - kettle corn, some taffy, and of course,” Dean dipped a hand into his jacket, producing a beat-up old flask, “some ‘shine to keep us warm.” Dean wiggled his eyebrows and Castiel rolled his eyes, but a smile was tugging at his lips. “You got the blanket from the car right?”
“Yeah,” Castiel shifted to the side so Dean could tug it from underneath him.
“Perfect.” Dean tossed it around both their shoulders, fussing with it until they were cocooned inside the old army wool, their bounty spread on their laps. Dean leaned over and planted a wet kiss on Castiel’s cheek.
Castiel watched as Dean wiggled closer to him, their thighs pressing warmly against each other as he snagged a few pieces of kettle corn then reached for the stick of the candied apple. The sunset light painted his skin golden, the freckles smattered there starting to fade as the summer sun left them for the year. His long lashes were especially visible at this angle, green eyes alight with joy as he licked his full lips, eyeing the treat for a moment before settling on a place to bite. He opened his mouth wide, teeth sinking into the sticky coating and breaking the skin beneath with a satisfying crunch. Castiel felt a smile tugging at his lips as Dean made a disgusting slurping sound to try and keep the juices from sliding over his chin. Castiel reached out with a thumb, smudging over the stubble there and catching the sweetness before it could slide down his neck. Dean hummed, bringing up the hand holding his hot chocolate and used the back of his wrist to dab at the corner of his mouth.
“‘Fanks,” Dean said, mouth full and Castiel huffed a soft laugh, his hand moving to run down the back of Dean’s head, nearly covered by the stiff blanket around their shoulders. Dean looked over at him. “‘H'wha?”
Castiel shook his head, eyes still shining as he repeated the motion, Dean chewing contentedly as he wiped at his cheek again before taking a sip of his hot chocolate. The sun was nearly gone now, the only light from the blank screen down the street and a few of the street lamps on Main. Dean held the candied apple up to Castiel’s lips, offering him an easy bite from the side of the one Dean already took and Castiel dutifully obliged, grimacing a bit at the tartness of the Granny Smith but hummed as the sweet caramel balanced it out. Dean grinned.
“Told ya.” Dean’s shoulder nudged into Castiel’s and Castiel lifted his cup of hot chocolate to keep it from sloshing. “Gimme some kettle corn will ya?”
Castiel lifted an eyebrow but Dean merely opened his mouth obnoxiously wide and Castiel rolled his eyes as he gathered some kernels in his hand and shoved them in. “You’re a heathen.”
“Yeah, you love this heathen.” Dean chewed noisily. “Show should start soon.”
“I can’t believe this many people come out for the Peanuts Halloween special.”
“‘It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown’ is a Halloween staple. I can’t believe you’ve never actually seen it.”
“I pegged you more as a scary movie guy.” Castiel threw some kettle corn into his own mouth.
“Oh, I am. Once we’re done here it’s back to my place for a slasher fest.”
Castiel groaned. “I told you I hate scary movies.”
“Why?” Dean asked, head tilted to the side as he went for another bite of his apple. He smirked before sinking his teeth in. “Scared?”
Castiel huffed. “No. They give me nightmares.”
“So… they scare you.” Dean waved his apple as if punctuating his point.
“No, I’m not scared of them. They’re stupid.”
“But they give you nightmares. So, you’re scared.”
“The movies do not scare me. What they inspire my mind to conjure up while sleeping does.”
“Ah, surely a distinct difference,” Dean rolled his eyes and Castiel nudged him with his shoulder. “Hey don’t spill my chocolate.”
“Don’t be obnoxious.”
“I’ll protect you from the big bad scary slasher, Cas. Don’t you worry.” Dean grinned and took another obnoxiously large bite of his candied apple. “Cuddle you all close so nothing can get you.”
“Plus you have a gun,” Castiel pointed out and Dean’s eyes widened.
“Exactly. If Jamie Lee Curtis had a .357, Halloween would have been a whole ‘nother movie.”
Castiel groaned. “I hate that movie.”
“Good thing we’re watching Nightmare on Elm Street then.” Dean shimmed happily, sipping at his hot chocolate and Castiel wiggled as he whined.
“Dammit, Dean. I’m not gonna sleep for a week.”
“Oh I‘ve got ways of putting you to sleep,” Dean smirked at him from the other side of his half-eaten apple and Castiel actually felt himself blush, glancing around for anyone who might have heard.
“Freddy Kruger kills you in your sleep, Dean,” Castiel pointed out and Dean rolled his eyes chewing laboriously before discarding the last of his apple on the ground next to them.
“Then I know just how to keep you awake don’t I darlin’” Dean leaned in, nibbling at the side of Castiel’s neck and he felt his cheeks heat up.
“Stop it.”
“Don’t think I will.” Dean nuzzled behind his ear, breathing hot against the lobe before biting it gently. “Ya know this is a pretty big blanket…”
“If you think I’m giving you a handy in the middle of town square during a children’s film you are sorely mistaken, Winchester.”
“If you think I’m not gonna try and give you a handy in the middle of town square during a children’s film you are sorely mistaken, Novak.”
“Don’t you dare.”
Dean’s hand slithered across Castiel’s stomach, pulling him closer. “Trick or treat, sweetheart.”
“People are staring,” Castiel murmured, eyes moving around them and noting a look of disgust on a few faces. Castiel fought a sense of shame at their disapproval but Dean only pulled him closer.
“Let 'em stare.” Dean’s hand went to Castiel’s cheek, thumbing at the corner of Castiel’s mouth and Castiel looked back at him, his stomach bottoming out at the low fire smoldering there. “You’re all I’m lookin’ at.”
Castiel’s manic chuckle made Dean grin, knuckling at Castiel’s now burning cheek as he looked down at the small space between them inside the blanket. “You’re a sap.”
“I’m on a bit of sugar high. Makes me sentimental,” Dean grinned bringing his cup to his lips and sipping. “Also I love you and it’s starting to get disgusting.”
Castiel barked a laugh, nearly spilling his hot chocolate but Dean steadied his hand. “Is that so.”
“Yep, whether you give me a handy or not.” Dean let his forehead rest against Castiel’s
“So romantic,” Castiel teased, his nose nuzzling against Dean’s. He was just about to lean in for a kiss when Dean pulled back, head turning towards the darkening screen.
“Shhh… the movie’s starting.”
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8 for the drabbles?
AHHH okay first of all, your writing is fucking fire so the fact that you’re even in my inbox is 🤩🤩🤩. also, thank you so much for even coming in my inbox and giving me a prompt!!! you are so so sweet and i love you for that 💙💙💙
8.) the floor is lava!
a multitude of things woke ethan up at 7:30 AM.
the first thing that disturbs ethan’s comatose-like state is the sunlight shining through the blinds. the white shades did little to prevent the unforgiving ball of fire from painting shadowy patterns across the comforter, and most certainly did little to protect the bright light from piercing his eyelids.
the second thing that wakes ethan up is the pitter patter of little feet. about half an hour ago, the slapping of his children’s toes against the hardwood in addition to their whispers had ethan peeking an eye open, and subsequently flopping over on his side. ethan knows that the little ones will be in eventually, but he plans to hold out for as long as possible.
the third thing that wakes ethan up is the immediate urge to throw up in addition to a throbbing headache. ethan’s stomach turns as he shifts in bed, the memories of the previous night at your work party flits through his mind and has him groaning softly as he digs his head deeper into his pillow.
“e, i can hear ‘em,” you grunt, wiggling further under ethan’s arm.
ethan flops his free hand over his face in an attempt to shield his eyes from the sun. “i cannot go get them,” he insists.
you roll your eyes as you lift his arm off his face, the appendage heavy with deadweight. “yes, you can. i do it everyday, s’your turn,” you whisper as you press soft kisses onto his temple, finger tips grazing lightly into his pecks. usually, anytime your nails graze his skin, ethan is purring like a cat, only today, he is lying limp like a dead fish out of water.
“baby, i can’t.” his voice is dead serious, eyes wide. “i could throw up on them, i’m so serious.”
“you are so dramatic, you didn’t drink that much,” you reason as you rest your head on his chest, nose touching the tip of his jaw.
“y/n, your boss, his vice president and i played kings on the balcony,” ethan deadpanned, bloodshot eyes blinking slowly.
you laugh loudly, your head flying back into ethan’s chest, his face screwing up at the sudden racket, “it was a business gathering, not a rager, ethan, what the fuck were you doing playing kings with my boss?”
ethan shrugs frustratedly, “he said that the event was lame...i didn’t think it was such a bad idea.”
“he said it was lame? what are you two? 17?!” you are incredulous as you slap his chest lightly.
“i’m an idiot, i know, i know, baby. but please, i’m begging you, can you please get danny and clara? i really am not trying to—“
“‘scuse me!” a little voice whispers as the door creeps open. ethan knows he’s fucked as soon as he hears the sugary sweet voice of clara grace. the four-year-old had recently been taught the phrase, “excuse me” and she has been using it any chance she got.
ethan sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he silently prays that he doesn’t upchuck on his son or daughter as they approach him. “snug?” danny asks softly, his arms outstretching towards ethan as his little brown head peers over the mountain of blankets.
“momma’s gonna make you guys breakfast, okay? just give me a sec,” you reply as you roll over to push yourself out of bed, placing danny on your hip.
“not hungry, momma, no fank you. daddy you play wiff us?” clara’s hazel eyes are wide with hope as she fiddles anxiously with the end of her frozen nightgown. ethan sighs; he was the most indulgent dad of his little girl, his little you. clara grace was the perfect mix of both ethan and you, with his big hazel eyes and dark hair, but comprised of entirely your features, rendering him essentially powerless to her precious nature.
“daddy can’t play right now, clara, he‘s sick,” you explain as you walk towards the door in hopes that the little girl will follow.
clara grace’s eyes get even bigger at the news that her daddy isn’t feeling well. “weally? oh no, i sorry, daddy.” clara reaches out to place her little hand on her daddy’s cheek, much how her own parents do when she’s sick or upset.
ethan can’t help but smile softly as he places his own big hand over clara’s little one. “thank you, baby. i’ll be down in a while and then we can hang out, okay?” clara nods as she puckers her lips to place a kiss on his forehead as the two of your hearts swell with love for the little girl.
“daddy, no snug?” danny asks as he sticks a thumb in his mouth laying his head sleepily against your shoulder.
“daddy will snug you all you want later, okay, buddy? i promise.” ethan’s heart breaks a little at danny’s small pout, but chuckles as the little boy reaches out his hand anyway to gently pat his head.
“how about some waffles, babies? how’s that sound?” you start to walk towards the door with danny, assuming that clara will follow (which she does for once). as soon as his family makes his way out of the bedroom, ethan flops back against the mattress, breathing deeply as he contemplates going to the bathroom to puke his regrets out.
however, little does ethan know that clara has of course lingered behind. not one to leave anyone out, especially when they’re not feeling well, clara thinks desperately how she can make her daddy feel better. the young girl wracks her brain for a solution as her eyebrows knit together in thought; chicken noodle soup is usually what her momma makes her when she’s sick but she doesn’t think her own kitchen could make soup. then, clara thinks about how her momma and daddy’s snuggles always make her feel better when she’s sick, but then she remembers that her parents said that daddy didn’t want snuggles right now. then, clara remembers what always makes her feel better: games.
with a broad smile at her brilliance, clara’s hands fly to her face in excitement. in anticipation, she backs up a few paces to give herself a running start. “1, 2, 3!” she whispers before running towards the king sized bed.
“daddy! the floor is lava!” clara grace yells as she launches herself at the bed, jumping up and down on the mattress.
ethan’s eyes widen in horror, hands immediately going to cover his mouth.
“floor is lava, daddy! gotta watch out! c’mon!”
ethan suddenly feels his stomach lurch in a way that he can’t control, and he immediately rolls over to the side of the bed to grab a trashcan, last night’s contents spilling into it.
“daddy?! daddy!” clara shrieks, her hands going up to her mouth. “daddy, you otay?!” clara grace is hysterical as she reaches out to hesitantly rub ethan’s back as he continues wretching into the trashcan.
“daddy! oh no! momma! momma, come quick! daddy’s sick, oh no, oh no!” clara cries, tears streaking down her face as she calls for the one person she can think of to help cure her daddy.
you sprint up the stairs, leaving danny stunned and confused strapped in his high chair in the kitchen. “ what’s wrong? what happened?! clara grace, what are you doing up here? i thought you were going potty,” you stand in the doorway hands on your hips as you survey the scene in front of you. ethan is so deep in the trashcan his neck is barely visible and clara has a death grip on the back of his t-shirt with one hand, as she tries to soothingot rub his back with the other.
“i went potty but wanted to see my dadddddy. i just—just wanted my daddy to feel better and—and games make me feel better so, so i jumped on the bed—an—.” her sobs make her little body shake, her eyes red-rimmed with tears.
you are in shock; you’re unsure who to tend to first, your vomiting husband or traumatized child. thankfully, ethan stops throwing up and is now just breathing heavily as he sets the trashcan back down to the ground.
“e? you okay?” you ask tentatively.
ethan’s eyes are wide as she stares at the two dolan girls in front of him. “who me? fuckin’ awesome,” he swears, unable to control his disdain for the situation.
“daddy, you so sick,” clara whines, her hands moving quickly to sooth him.
in that moment you walk quickly over to clara to pull her away from ethan, only for him to stop you.
“daddy’s okay, peanut, s’okay. i promise i’ll play later, alright? but you’ve gotta go with momma now because i am very sick.” clara nods very seriously at her daddy, her little hand once again going to stroke her daddy’s face. ethan smiles softly at her tender gesture.
“otay, daddy. i just—games make me feel better and i—i don’t wike when my daddy’s sick.” clara looks down at the sheets shamefully, her fidgeting indicating her remorse.
“i know, clara, s’okay. thank you so much for trying to make me feel better, sweet girl. i just need a nap, okay?”
clara nods again and smoothes out her daddy’s hair like a little mother hen. she scampers off to you who then picks her up with a slight groan.
“say bye bye to daddy, baby,” you smile as you wave a little to ethan with your free hand. clara waves as you two make your way out the door.
as soon as you put clara down you walk back to the doorway to make a final comment. “kings? at a work party? really, dumbass?”
“fuck off, babe,” ethan moans with his middle finger raised as he shoves his head under his pillow.
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Aviary Adventures
Summary: One of your worst fears comes to pass when your husband is nowhere around...
*Warnings: Fear of Birds, Chip Happy Bianca, Frightened Reader, Andy being a Hero, Fluff, Mentions of Ghosts, Minors DNI
A/N: Once again, I can’t sleep. Lucky me. This Growing Pains drabble is based on a very real fear of mine. It actually happened to a good friend not too long ago, who proceeded to look at the husband that she adores, only to yell “I can’t help you!” As always, I’d love your feedback, so please let me know what you think. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.
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“Oh, Jesus Christ!” You screech as you throw yourself and your baby into the pantry before closing the door. “Are you okay, baby?” You whisper down at Bianca.
“Fine. Mama heavy.” She pushes at your chest. You were crushing your daughter. Oops.
“Sorry baby.” You murmur as you roll off of her. “Mama’s so sorry.”
“S’okay. Mama save BiBi. Fanks.” She wipes some hair out of her face and fluffs her little tutu.
Quickly you fish your phone out of your pocket and call Andy’s cell. It rings and rings before going to voicemail. Shit. Of all the fucking days. You try again before giving up and calling the office. You’re filled with hope when Grace, the receptionist, answers.
“Hi, Grace.” You babble. “It’s Y/N/L/N. Is Andy in the office?”
“Oh hi, Y/N. How are you?” She chirps.
“”Better days. I’ve had better days. Is Andy there?”
“He is, but he’s in a meeting. Can I take a message for you?” No, you sweet woman, you needed that man now!
“No - no…I…can you pull him out of it, please? It’s an emergency.” You watch as your baby girl grabs an open bag of barbecue chips and begins going to town. To be fair, you had been in the middle of preparing lunch. She sees you staring and offers you one, whispering: “Mama hungry?”. You thank her and shake your head no.
“Oh good god, is everything alright?” She exclaims. No, no it was not, Grace. You were pretty sure this was how you died, but okay. Take your fucking time, damn it.
“Please just connect me with Andy.” You whisper. A few moments later you hear a warm, familiar voice on the line.
“Y/N? Grace just pulled me out of my meeting. Baby, what’s wrong?”
“Andy.” You breathe. Thank god. You were saved. Maybe,
“Daddy? Hi, best Daddy!” Bianca squeals as she munches on another chip. You were going to have to take that bag from her eventually.
“Andy, you have to come home right now.” You’re doing your best to keep from crying. “Right now, okay?”
“What? Why?” You can hear the concern in his voice. Good. This was a dire situation. This was your living, breathing nightmare. And your baby was involved? Crap. If it had been just you, you would’ve said fuck it and just left the house. But with her here, your first inclination had been to throw yourself into the pantry.
“Because it happened, honey. It finally happened.” You wail softly.
“Jesus Christ, Y/N, what the fuck happened?” You can practically hear him raking his hands through his hair.
“There’s a bird in the house. It’s in the house!” And that’s when you finally start to cry.
Bianca takes the phone from you. “Big bird, Dadsy. I try to get, but Mama say no. Germs. Come get so Mama no cry. I keep safe. Fanks.” She hands the phone back. “I tell him.” She says before going back to her snack.
“Fuck.” Andy huffs. “How’d it get in?”
“I don’t know! The fireplace, probably! Come home and get the monster!”
“And where are you now?”
“Holed up in the pantry like a couple of prisoners! Your daughter is gorging herself on chips while I am losing my collective mind. I’m sorry, I know you’re busy, but I’d rather deal with an armed intruder. You’re going to have to come home and fix this. Please. I’ll, uh, respond in the form of certain favors for a month.” You let out a scream when you hear the damned thing fly around and crash into something. “Andy, I think it just flew into a cabinet.”
“Good. Maybe it’s stunned. Why don’t you step out and -”
“And walk willingly into the lion’s den? Are you crazy?” You all but shriek. “You know how I feel about birds. You know! You know my greatest fear is having to one day fight an ostrich!”
“Which I maintain is a ridiculous fear, but alright.” He mumbles. You can’t help but remember how hard he laughed when you’d first told him that. Ooh, you’d been so mad.
“We’ve discussed this. It would be like having to fight a villain in his or her final form.” No thank you.
“Are you coming home or not? Your baby and I are in danger. I am talking about true peril here, Andy. And our little one needs to eat her lunch. And Mama needs to be sedated.”
He heaves out a sigh. “Yes, yes. I’m coming now. Will you be able to help me with the bird?”
“With the creature!? Absolutely not. Go with God, sir.”
“I’ll see you in about twenty minutes. Will you be able to last until then?” The man is clearly more than a little exasperated.
“You had better hope so. I’ll protect our baby at all costs, but if something happens to me you are not allowed to remarry. Do you hear me, Andrew Barber? You take another wife and I will come back and haunt you for the rest of your days. And I will not be a peaceful ghost.”
“Understood, honey. I’ll see you in a few minutes.”
True to his word, your husband arrives not even twenty minutes later. You jerk when you hear the knock on the pantry door. Bianca looks up from the fruit cup she’d been enjoying. Somehow you’d found a plastic spoon and had set her to eating some diced pears. It was better than chips, you’d reasoned.
“Hi, girls. It’s Daddy. Can he please come in?” Your baby begins to bounce up and down at the sound of his voice.
“Depends. Is it really you, or is it that bird pretending to be you?”
“It’s me, Y/N. And before you ask, no, I can’t find it. I’m still looking.”
“Come in.” You grumble. At the sight of his face, your baby drops her empty cup and rushes into his arms.
“Hi, my sweet baby.” He coos at her as he lifts her up. “Thanks so much for protecting your Mama. You hear me?”
“Welcome!” She kisses his bearded cheek with her sticky face.
“Close the door, Andy. If that bird gets in here…” He does as you ask with a sigh. Your husband didn’t even have the heart to make fun of your panic. He knew it was genuine.
“Tell you what…how about I get you girls bundled up and I take you to lunch? In the meantime, I’ll call an exterminator friend of mine who will come take care of things. Sound good?”
“I don’t want it to die!” You screech.
“Birdy gonna get hurt?” You could tell your Bianca was on the verge of tears. “Daddy no!” Now you’re both screeching at a bewildered Andy.
“He won’t hurt it. It will be totally humane, you two.” He growls as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “Now, I’ve laid your jackets out in the hallway. I’ve got my keys in my hand, so this should be smooth sailing, ladies. Let’s go.”
You whimper as you get up off the floor. Bianca is still in his arms, of course. “Protect her with your life.” You tell him. “You can even use me as a human shield if you have to, as long as -”
“As long as I don’t remarry. I heard you the first time. And since I’m pretty sure you’d be a very vindictive ghost, you’ll be happy to know that I’ve decided not to chance it.” He helps your baby put on her jacket while you keep an eye out for that damned bird.
“Now how about pizza?”
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100 Diamonds in the Rough: Innocence
Summary: Will does his three-year-old daughter’s hair…That’s basically it.
I would absolutely love some feedback, especially because I plan on starting a new fic collection exclusively on this Treaty Children AU and would like to see who was interested in reading it. Reviews on ao3 and ff.net help me so much too!
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008: Innocence
Will sat down on the bed and patted the space between his legs.
“Come sit here, mama,” He called to his three-year-old daughter, who was preoccupied with playing with her many toys on the bedroom floor. “Let’s do your hair.”
She obeyed and walked to him, bringing her favorite doll along with her. Will lifted her up and sat her down on the bed, assessing her hair to see how much work had to be done.
It was tangled. Very tangled.
“Dada? Can you do me braids?” She requested sweetly. “Two braids.”
“Alright then,” He agreed. Braiding hair was something he was fairly good at, and it kept her hair looking decent for longer than a simple tie-up. “But I have to detangle this bird’s nest first.”
“Birds nest?” She giggled. Will smiled, grabbing the brush and the hair oil.
“Well, what else would you call this thing on your head?”
“My hair, Dada!”
“Ahh. That’s what this is.”
For the next few minutes, his daughter fell silent as Will worked on detangling her hair. He gently ran the brush over her hair, his fingers running through and parting the rolling curls. She was not tender-headed and didn’t complain when he accidentally pulled too hard.
“Dada?”
“Yes, mama?”
“Can I tell you a story?”
Will looked over at her face in mild surprise. “You want to tell me a story?” Usually, it was he who would tell the stories. She glanced at him and nodded and he shrugged, smiling softly. “Let’s hear it then.”
“Okay. Once upon a time, Ebony was going for a walk…” she started in the way she heard her parents always begin their stories and then continued on to tell a story of a dog named Ebony and her friend Tug. Will grinned, his heart melting as he listened.
Over the years, through bedtime stories told by Alyss and himself, his two loyal animals had transformed into beloved characters for both of their children. Ebony, the lovable dog who was always getting herself into misadventures and Tug, her faithful horse friend that managed to get her out of trouble every time. Most of the stories they told were fictional, as they incorporated other personified animals into their tales - like Tabby the Cat and Bella the Cow - intended to stretch their children’s vocabulary and their knowledge of the animal kingdom. But others were true stories of Will’s own missions with Tug and Ebs, and the many real instances of them protecting him and assisting him when he had no one else. These were Neveah’s favorite types of stories.
In dorky young parent fashion, Will and Alyss had come up with voices for all of the animals. Ebony was dubbed by Alyss as having a high-pitched lively voice, one that she did perfectly and never failed to make the kids smile. Tug’s voice, often spoken by Will but not exclusively, was distinctive but in a subtle way. It sounded much like his normal way of speaking, except that his tongue moved so the words came out more whistle-like and airy, and his register was lower; It was exactly how Tug spoke to him in his mind. Someone listening passively would not be able to notice the difference from his real voice, but his children did, and they loved it. Nights in their bedroom was often filled with squeals of laughter and “Tell another one, Mama! Tell another story, Dada!”
Now, listening to Neveah tell him her story as he brushed the last knot out of her hair, Will marveled at how much his daughter had learned from the innocent silly stories he and Alyss created.
She was saying, “…and she said to Tug, ‘I think I smell something! Follow me!’ And so they go-ed into the forest and looked around for the missing treasure.” It wasn’t a very coherent story and was filled with grammatical errors, but Will recognized that his toddler was taking small aspects of the tales he often told her - hidden treasure and forests - to create her own. She was also attempting to speak in the same voice that his mother did when imitating Ebony; raising her already high-pitched voice to almost a squeak.
Bless her, he thought fondly.
“Then what happened?” he asked in response to her story, while simultaneously bringing one half of her hair together to start braiding. His fingers weaved through her brown locks skillfully as he intertwined them into a neat pleat starting against her head.
“And they walked and walked and walked…and then they found the magic tree! And they said, “Mr. Tree, did you see’d the treasure? And he said tha– OUCH, Dada!”
Neveah’s hands suddenly came up to hold her head, feeling the sharp sting of an individual strand of hair being pulled by accident. She tried to pull herself away but was held back by her father’s arm coming around her waist. So instead, she turned her neck to look at him accusingly, “You’re hurting my hair!”
“Sorry, sorry, sorry! I’m sorry, darling” he leaned forward to kiss her cheek in apology, smoothing her hair back where he knew he hurt her. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’ll be gentler.”
“Paw-miss?”
“I promise.”
She continued to look at him through narrow eyes for a moment longer and he was suddenly reminded of the steely stare of Alyss; powerful and one to be reckoned with. Although Neveah’s eyes were brown like his, the intelligent glint within them was from her mother.
“That’s okay,” she smiled, her expression returning to its normal sweetness as she turned back around, allowing him to finish what he started. “I’m gonna finish my story. Where was I? Oh, yes!”
Will burst out laughing at this. Sometimes he forgot that his daughter listened and absorbed every action he committed until he saw her mirroring him in her own speech and movements.
“Don’t laugh, Dada! I’m serious!”
“Oh sorry,” He had to restrain himself from laughing harder at the idea of his three-year-old being serious. “Please. Continue.”
And he listened respectfully as she went on with her story about Ebony and Tug and Mr. Tree and the hidden treasure, speaking only to say the occasional “oh?” or “is that so?” and “then what happened”. His fingers didn’t cease working until he reached the bottom of her last braid and tied it up. Just as he let go of her hair, Neveah finished telling her tale.
“The end!” She cried out, turning her head around to face him with a wide smile. “Did you like my story, Dada?”
“I sure did,” He smiled, reaching forward to push back a stray piece of hair he hadn’t seen. “You are a very good storyteller, Neva.”
“Fanks!”
“I’ve finished with your hair. Do you want to see what it looks like?
"Yea!”
Will reached across his place on the bed for his side table and picked up the hand mirror that lay face down on it. He brought it in front of his daughter’s face and through it saw her face light up when she caught sight of her reflection.
“Wow…” She breathed, turning her head to the side to view her hair more clearly. She grinned at seeing the neat, tight braids. “Wow!”
Will laughed. “I take it you like it?” She nodded her head vigorously and he had no doubt. “Good. Turn around for me so I can get a better look.”
She turned obediently, facing him completely. She sat still as Will leaned back to assess his work critically and then forward again to smooth back all the remaining loose hairs at the front of her forehead. When it was finally perfect, he smiled widely. “There! Now it’s perfect.”
“It’s perfect now?” She always echoed his words and it never ceased to make his heart melt.
“It is. Neveah looks beautiful.” He brought his hands up to hold her small face, looking into her big innocent eyes. Then he spoke in Gallic, a language that both himself and Alyss knew and were slowly teaching their children. “Neveah est très jolie. Say, tres jolie.”
“Tre low-lee.” Her little voice chirped.
“Jolie,” He corrected her gently, showing her how to position her mouth.
”Tres jolie.“
“Yes, darling. Neveah est tres jolie means: Neveah is very pretty.”
Will saw her eyes light up and knew that she had stored the new information in her ever-growing brain.
“Dada is tres jolie.” She caught on incredibly fast, he thought proudly.
“Not as much as Neveah is with her pretty new hair.” She grinned at him and he smirked, lifting her off the bed and turning her towards the door. “Go show your mother my handiwork. Let’s see if she approves.”
“Okay!” He felt a warmth in his heart as he watched her skipped out of the room merrily, and then grinned when he heard her small voice say: “Mama! Mama look at what Dada did for my hair! It’s tres jolie!”
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I just…want everyone to love them as much I do.
Lol Grammarly described my writing as “clear but bland” and I felt that.
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Crowley the... Babysitter?
Crowley x reader
There were many things Crowley loved about [Name]. Their hair, their personality, their eyes. But there was one thing he could not stand about them.
"No, I refuse to allow it."
"Crowley, please. It's just for a couple of hours."
"No."
"What's so difficult about watching my little sister?" the young infant was only three years of age, and - despite the bickering - babbled happily in her older sibling's arms. There was a clear resemblece between the two. Same colour of hair, same bright eyes.
Crowley gave a low sigh, he was planning to have a nice relaxing evening alone when [Name] asked him could he help them with something. Turns out that something was being a babysitter whilst they ran a couple of errands.
"Why can't your parents look after their kid?" he asked, watching as the child snuggled a small Teddy bear.
"Because they're out of town for a couple of days. Please, Crowley. I really need your help with this." [Name] looked at him with pleading eyes that he just couldn't say no to.
"Fine. I'll look after your little beastie." he grumbled,
"Thank you. Thank you so much." they kissed his lips before turning their sister to him.
"Leslie, this is Crowley. He'll look after you until I get back. Okay?" the child turned to Crowley and smiled shyly before burying their head in [Name]'s shoulder again.
"She's very shy."
After [Name] had left, Leslie had sat down on the step by Crowley's throne. He had miricled some toys for her to play with, hoping she would leave him alone. He had no idea how to raise children or look after them. Warlock was an exception, mainly because he had to look after him at night and he was already worn out.
Leslie picked up a toy snake and showed it to him. He glanced at it and gave her a smile before turning back to his thoughts. She placed the toy snake on his lap and smiled shyly at him.
"What?" he asked, unsure of what she wanted him to do. "Want me to play?" she nodded. Oh great. He sat by her on the step as she grabbed the Teddy bear she was hugging before.
Turns out Leslie took after [Name] with her imagination. During the play time, she and Crowley had defeated three scary spiders, two bad sharks and a dragon with four tails.
It was fun for Crowley after a bit once he understood what Leslie was talking about. After an hour of playing, Leslie said she was hungry. Crowley looked through his cupboards for anything suitable for a three year old to eat. He had found a bag full of sweets but didn't know if [Name] would be happy with that. Also, he didn't know if he could cope with a kid on a sugar rush. He's seen parents after their kids has a sugar rush and he didn't want that.
"How about toast?" he asked Leslie.
"Toast? With jam?" she asked. He nodded then grabbed the bread and jam. Once he made it, he set it in front of her and watched as she happily ate it without complaint.
"Fank you, Crowy." She said with a mouthful of toast. He chuckled a little.
Bathtime was... eventful. First, he spent ten minutes making sure the water was not too hot or too cold for Leslie, then made sure there were enough bubbles to not be dangerous for her. He has never been this worried over a child that wasn't even his. Still, that didn't matter. [Name] trusted the safety of their younger sister with him.
He carefully set Leslie down in the bath and she immediately began giggling as she splashed the water and the bubbles. As he reached to grab some shampoo, Leslie slid under the water and Crowley practically screeched in fear of Leslie drowning. He pulled her from under the water to see she was perfectly fine, he sighed in relief. Suddenly, Leslie squarted water from her mouth and sprayed Crowley in the face before laughing. He stayed like that for a moment, then chuckled.
"Okay, bathtime over."
As he dried her off and changed her clothing, she didn't really want to stay still. He tried to keep her still when she waved her Teddy bear around and knocked Crowley across the face with it, sending his sunglasses flying off. He tried to keep his eyes shielded away from her as he tried to find his sunglasses. Leslie picked up his sunglasses and held them up to him.
"I'm sorry Crowy." She said, looking down in shame. Crowley took the sunglasses from her and slipped them back on then ruffled her hair.
"Don't worry about it, beastie. Accidents happen." She smiled up at him and they went off to play more games.
When [Name] finally returned to Crowley's flat, the entire place looked as if there had been a struggle. Panic washed over them as they searched the flat for Crowley and Leslie. Were they both okay?
Turning into the living room, they stopped and relaxed. Crowley sat on the couch with Leslie curled up on his lap fast asleep. He looked over at them and motioned them to be quiet.
"Thank you so much Crowley. I hope she wasn't too much trouble." they said, carefully picking the young child up without disturbing her sleep. Crowley smiled at them,
"She was an absolute angel."
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I...I-I think I'm just gonna go bury myself into a hole now. G-Gosh dang it, where the heck is that shovel dammit??? Frigging crumbs I was just wanting to give you kindness that you deserve and now my heart is now a pile of mush. B-But I'm glad it made you laugh. ^~^ And thank you for your kind words as well. You're very sweet. ^/^ I will keep that in mind, and it has, well recently, here's hoping it stays that way. Although, If the world doesn't start being kinder to you, a cactus will be going up it's butt. Does the world have a butt?? I have no frigging clue but I will find a way.
Um..I hope this doesn't come off as self indulgent, but I'm actually a writer myself, I just haven't posted anything in a while until very recently because of, well, personal reasons, I'm trying to get back into it though. My most recent one was something for Al-Haitham, but it was only a drabble. I-I'm worried that my long absence may have killed my audience though... Actually now that I think about it there's still several things I gotta do on my blog like the navigation and about me thing. ^~^;;;; I just..Don't know how to frigging do it. x_x Every time I try to do it, it comes out look like garbage.
^~^;; Sorry I didn't mean to go on. I am not cute, though. That's you not me. -/////-
hehehe well u deserve all of the kindness right back because u r soooo super sweet (*ฅ́˘ฅ̀*) plz don’t bury !!! i’ll dig u back out now !!! we will find the worlds butt 2gether yes !!! + then we can deal w it as u see fit ^_^ but fank yew again 4 being so lovely i rly appreciate it ur such a sweetheart + so super adorable omigooosh <3 i’m sure ur absence won’t have killed ur audience !!! esp once they’re seeing u back in tags etc [esp w alhaitham yum] they’ll come right back i’m super sure of it !!! good luck w ur nav + about me tho !!! if u need any help i can try my best <3 but yes !!! ur super cute !!!
#ʚ ₊˚ 💬 — new emmail.#ʚ ₊˚ ⌕ — living in the state of dreaming.#i got this at work + didn’t wanna super rush a reply 2 u so i feel like it took me 4 ever 2 reply i’m sorry !!!#but ur such a bright person like u have such a lovely energy ^_^ eeeeee im glad ur here !!! + so sweet <3
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Pancakes and Eggs - Liam x Riley
Pairing: Liam x MC
Word Count: 2,119
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It was the morning of the annual Easter egg hunt at the palace. Every year, the royal family would invite as many children as they could to come to the palace and take part in the hunt. The staff were sent out into the palace grounds on a mission to hide as many eggs as they could. The sun was splitting the trees when Riley had woken up that morning, she smirked as she looked beside her to see Liam sound asleep, with their two-year-old daughter, Delilah, lying between the two of them. she was the most perfect little girl, she was the kindest, most considerate child. Delilah had woken earlier that morning crying, Riley had gone to check on her, the little one had not long been moved into a bed from her cot, so she was still getting used to it.
“good morning, my little deli bear” she smiled tiredly as she approached the little one’s bed. Delilah sat rubbing her tear stained eyes. Riley took a seat next to her, as Delilah climbed onto her knee, cuddling into her chest. “what’s wrong sweet pea” she whispered, “did you just get a little fright, baby?” Delilah nodded as she calmed down. Riley hated seeing her baby girl cry, she knew exactly how to cheer her up. “does deli bear wanna go see daddy?” she smirked as she seen Delilah’s face light up at just the mention of her father. “alright, come on” she smiled as she stood to her feet, with Delilah in her arms then headed back to the bedroom. Once she reached her side of the bed, she carefully placed Delilah down, she chuckled to herself as she watched her daughter wriggled over to Liam and cuddled into his chest, he instinctively moved his arm to hold her. Riley quickly followed, pulling the duvet up to cover her, both her and Delilah fell back to a sound sleep.
Riley leaned over giving Delilah a gentle kiss on the head, causing her to stir, she didn’t want her sleeping to late, the last thing they needed was her being up all night.
“Mommy?” the little one mumbled as she woke.
“hey, baby bear” Riley smiled “why don’t you and mommy go make some breakfast for daddy?”
Delilah nodded with a grin. Riley took Delilah to the bathroom where she changed her diaper then they headed for the kitchen where they made blueberry pancakes. After piling them onto plates they headed back towards the bedroom. Riley placed the tray of plates onto the bedside table, then helped Delilah up onto the bed, the little one giggled as she made her way to Liam. She climbed over him, sitting on his chest. placing her tiny hands on his cheeks as she leaned over and placed the gentlest little kiss on his nose.
“wake up Daddy Bear” she whispered so adorably “Daddy” she repeated placing another kiss on his face. Riley smirked as she seen him smile. “mommy? Daddy tired?”
“I think so baby…try again”
“daddy!” Delilah shouted as she leaned forwards and blew a raspberry on his cheek causing him to laugh as he opened his eyes.
“oh, my goodness it’s a Deli Bear!!! Help” he laughed as she done it again. “Mommy bear! Help me!”
“Daddy NOOOOO” Delilah laughed as Liam tickled her feet. She quickly moved to the end of the bed where she sat cross legged, looking at him with the same look Riley gave him when she was annoyed.
“Deli bear, I think daddy needs a morning hug”
“mmm mmm” the little one refused
“why not? You always give daddy a morning hug” Liam chuckled
“daddy tickle my tootsies!” she stood her ground.
“well, I guess you won’t want some of these delicious pancakes then mm mmm mmmmmm, you won’t be able to reach them from all the way over there” Riley giggled as their daughter’s face lit up as she jumped up to the top of the bed, climbing under the duvet beside Liam.
“can daddy get a hug?” Liam smirked knowing her answer would be no
“mm mmm” she mumbled as she watched Riley placing her bowl with cut up pieces of pancake in, in front of her. she handed Liam his plate then she took hers and climbed in on the other side of Delilah. Delilah watched Liam as he cut a piece of his pancake then lifting it on the fork…before he got a chance to put it in his mouth she shouted “DADDY!! Wait!”
“what is it sweetheart?”
“some?” she smirked as she opened her mouth, waiting for him to share.
“Delilah, you have some look” Liam pointed to her bowl.
“some?” she repeated.
Liam smirked, knowing she wouldn’t give up until he gave her a piece…she done it every time they ate, she would happily eat hers, but before she done that, she had to have a piece of his food…even if it was just the tiniest bit. They had been trying to get her out of the habit, but nothing would help. Liam couldn’t tell his daughter no, she had him wrapped around her little finger. He moved the fork for her to take the piece of food then she shoved it in her mouth with a grin.
“fank oo” she mumbled
After they finished breakfast, they placed all the plates back on the tray, then Riley climbed from the bed. “come on Deli Bear, let’s go get dressed” “Wait mommy” Delilah stopped her from lifting her “what’s wrong?” Delilah smiled as she turned to Liam and pressed a sloppy kiss on his cheek, wrapping her tiny arms around him.
“Mowning daddy”
Liam chuckled as he held her tight.
Riley and Delilah headed off to Delilah’s bedroom to get her ready, whilst Liam went to the bathroom then moved the empty plates to the kitchenette when he washed and put them away.
By the time it hit twelve o’clock the small family headed down to the palace gardens, where there were tables, and gazebos set up, the children were already running around, playing games.
Liam and Riley done their rounds with Delilah, who was dying to get away and play with the rest of the children. She wriggles as much as she could to get her hand out of Riley's grasp.
As they approached Olivia Delilah smirked, she had become extremely good friends with Olivia.
“hey squirt!” Olivia smirked as she kneeled in front of the little one. Riley let go of Delilah’s hand letting her wrap her arms around the redhead.
“you’re a jumpy little bunny today…you wanna come and play? I think uncle max is looking for Easter eggs” Delilah nodded frantically bursting to go and play.
“is that okay guys?” Olivia asked Riley and Liam as she looked up at them.
“of course, she’s dying to run around with everyone” Riley giggled Olivia took Delilah’s hand then they made their way over to Maxwell. Liam took Riley's hand in his as they finished their rounds then made their way to sit down.
“I wish she had a little friend…someone to play with” Riley frowned “she is always on her own, I know I know we obviously play with her and her aunts and uncles, but I mean someone…her age” she whispered
“well…what if we help her out?” Liam smirked
“what are you talking about?”
“well…what if we give her someone to play with…a sibling maybe”
“a sibling…” she blushed “baby number two?”
“yeah” he nodded with his hand placed gently on her leg.
“is that something you’ve thought about?” Riley smiled
“yes, a lot lately actually, she’s getting bigger, and we already said we don’t want them too far apart in age, if you were to have another baby, in the next year, they would be three years apart”
“yeah, I suppose they would be” she smiled “alright…yeah…let’s do it…lets have another baby” she whispered as she leaned in and placed a kiss on Liam's lips.
“I think she would burst if we told her she was gonna have a little sister or bother” Liam laughed
“oh definitely”
Liam gave Riley's leg a gentle squeeze as she leaned her head on his shoulder.
“I love you, Liam”
“I love you too, mommy bear” he chuckled
Not long later, Olivia returned with Delilah, with a plastic egg in the little one’s hands, and a huge grin to accompany it.
“DADDY!! DADDY!!!”
“Oh wow! Did you find an egg?” Liam asked with so much enthusiasm as he lifted her to his knee
“pink!” she held it out for him to see.
“a pink egg? Oh wow!!!”
“Delilah, sweetie, do you need a new diaper?” Riley asked, Delilah smirked knowing what was coming Riley's way.
“do you want me to do it?” Liam asked
“no, it’s okay, I’m going to the bathroom anyway”
Riley took Delilah’s hand then they made their way inside.
About five minutes after they went inside, the caterers brought food out to the tables.
Liam took a piece of food on his fork, before going to put it in his mouth.
“daddy!!!!!” Liam's head dropped with a smirk as he shook his head laughing. Just seconds later, Delilah was beside him, watching him as Riley sat down.
“yes, sweetie?”
“some?”
With a laugh Liam moved his fork for her to eat the food on it.
Liam lifted Delilah, sitting her at the table in her booster seat, where she dug into her food.
A little while after everyone ate, the children were all running around, whilst Liam was talking to some of the families there. Riley took Delilah to play with the children.
“your Majesty…” Bastian smirked as he handed Riley the item she asked him to get.
“alright guys…who wants to play a joke on King Liam?” she grinned as they all gathered together. an echo of “Me” was heard from everyone as the laughed. “alright…so this is what we’re going to do”
As she informed the children of her plan the all started laughing…” alright, so I’ll go and get him, you guys wait here” she and Delilah headed over towards where he chatted with one of the families.
“Hi, it’s so nice to meet you, apologies for the interruption” Riley smiled as she greeted the family, “Liam…” she smiled
“yes, darling?”
“the children would like to know, if you would play hide and seek with them?”
“of course, Delilah do you wanna come and play?” he asked with her hands out ready to take her from Riley.
“I think she’s getting a little tired”
“okay” he nodded before placing a kiss on Riley's lips then one on Delilah’s head then taking his leave.
“Alright guys who’s ready for a game of hide and seek!” he asked causing them all to shout and cheer.
“alright…who’s going to count?”
“YOU!!!” they all shouted
“MEEE??? Oh, Alright!” he grinned as he closed his eyes. “ready…set…go!!! Go hide!!!” he laughed as he covered his eyes. Unbeknownst to him, the children all stayed exactly where they were.
“alright deli bear…right on daddy’s head” Riley smirked as she handed Delilah the egg that Bastian have given her. Riley, Delilah and Olivia quietly approached him from behind, Riley lifted Delilah up so she could get to his head, then Delilah, raised her arm with the egg in it and brought it down on Liam's head.
“AHHHH!!!!!” Liam's hands went to his head as he laughed and turned around. “WHAT DID YOU DO?!” he laughed as he tried to stop everything dripping onto his face, it was about the only place it didn’t get to, it was dripping down the back of his head, onto his Shirt.
“Daddy yuck!!!!” Delilah laughed
“Olivia…could you take Delilah for a moment” Liam smirked not taking his eyes off Riley.
Olivia agreed, then put her hands out to take the little one from Riley.
“no! she’s my protection…he won’t retaliate if I’m holding her!” Riley laughed
“livvy!” Delilah grinned reaching out for her, Riley laughed as Delilah moved from her hold to Olivia’s.
“what a traitor” she laughed
“come here” Liam smirked talking to Riley.
“no, you stay back…you’re a mess!” she slowly backed away.
“come on! Your husband wants a hug!”
“no!” she laughed as she took off, with Liam quick on her tail.
“just wait!” he called after her.
Once he eventually caught up with her, he quickly snaked his arms around her waist from behind, lifting her in the air.
“AHHHH” she laughed as Liam put her down, he bowed his head, wiping his hair on her shoulder.
“oh my god…ewwww” she chuckled. “I’m all sticky!!!!”
“good…just means you’ll have to shower with me later” he whispered in her ear, then turned and walked away.
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Tell Me Why - Chapter 12 (smut)
Hi,
It took absolutely forever for this come but it’s here. It might be absolute shite, or not. I hope y’all like it!
Love, Lina
(chapter 1) – (chapter 2 - smut) – (chapter 3 - TW) – (chapter 4) – (chapter 5) – (chapter 6) – (chapter 7) – (chapter 8) – (chapter 9 - TW) – (chapter 10) -- (chapter 11)
“Careful! If Alex catches you there, he will kill ME!” Charlie laughs, climbing down from the top of the ladder, “Calm down, Niall. I’m fine, tha’ holidays display is perfect now and I’m absoluteleh fine.” Niall’s face blanches and she turns to find Alex behind her, “Charlotte, weh’ve talked about this, love!” Charlie wraps her arms around his neck, getting as close as to him her bump would allow, “I just ‘ad to fix a tiny display fing.” Alex holds her by the waist, “Yeh are bloody pregnant, my love, yeh shouldn’t be climbing no ladders.”
Charlotte kisses him and Alex can’t resist, no matter how worried he gets, when Charlie is in his arms all is right again, “C’mon love, weh ‘ave to get goin’ or weh’ll miss our train.” Alex nods, completely wrapped around her finger, “Thank yeh for covering the store through Christmas, Niall. Are yeh sure yehr mum won’t come after meh for keeping ‘er son away from home on Christmas?” The blonde laughs nervously, folding the ladder, “No, I’m… I’m spending it with Phillip here in London.” Charlie smiles brightly, “I see now, yous two ‘ave fun then.” She winks, causing Niall to blush furiously, and then she looks down to her stomach, “You better not get aneh ideas, mister. You’ll bring your partner or whomever you want, but yeh’ll alwaehs spend Christmas wiv yehr mum and da.”
Alex shakes his head at the sight, but truly he couldn’t be happier. This was what he’d always wanted and if he had to be honest there were moments where his mind would drift off into a scary place where he didn’t feel like he could handle all of it, a marriage and a kid, so fast. Thankfully Charlie was always there to pull him out of his own head, quite literally sometimes, “Alexaaander, the train.” Charlie has a cocky smile on her lips, the knowing look that told him she knew exactly what had been happening in his brain.
“Take care of my first born, Ni! I believe in you!” The blond laughs, clutching a pile of books to his chest, as he watches Charlie wrap a scarf around Alex’s throat and while the rockstar picks up their suitcases, dragging them to the awaiting cab. It’s a true movie scene, Charlie with her long cheetah print scarf flowing in the wind, fretting over the bags positisions, and Alex laughing so carefree, his long coat’s flaps swaying as he winds his arms around Charlie and pulls her into a kiss, both giddy as their lips meet.
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“Oi, wot yeh doing?” Alex interjects as Charlie removes her engagement ring, looping it in her necklace chain and tucking it inside her blouse for safekeeping, “Love, if weh want to keep the engagement a secret for a little while longer the ring won’t ‘elp at all.” After Charlie’s proposal Alex rushed to Tiffany’s with Miles and got her a proper ring, a classic round cut diamond with a smaller sapphire on either side that fit Charlie’s finger perfectly, “But yeh like the ring, reight? ‘Cause there were so maneh choices, a-and Miles ‘elped meh, but I can get anotha one…”
Charlie takes his hands in between hers, gripping them soothingly and pulling him against her, “Alex babeh, I love the ring, it’s perfect. I joost fink it’s best to not just show up to our parents and be like, ‘yo, weh’s engaged!’” Alex laughs at her attempt at street talk, smoothing down a strand of Charlie’s hair, “I love yeh, tha’ knows?” She nods and kisses his lips softly, relishing the feeling of his chapped lips against hers, “I love yeh too, now quit worrying about the ring, I’m in this for the long run regardless of aneh ring.” Alex grins at her, cheeks flushed either from emotion or from the cold wind blowing at the train station, “Meh beautiful Charleh.”
He leans in again, rubbing his cold nose against Charlie’s, who giggles at the feeling, “Oi love birds, yehr carriage is ‘ere.” Alex looks up to find Jamie leaning against his car, arms folded in front of his chest, and flips him off before kissing Charlie passionately. Charlie pulls away, giggling at Alex’s silly behaviour, “Ei, don’t piss meh favourite Cookie off like tha’.” Jamie meets them, taking one of the bags in his hand as Charlie envelops him in a tight hug, which he reciprocates with one arm, “ ‘ey Charleh, ‘ow you doin’?” Charlie smacks her lips against Jamie’s ruddy cheeks.
“Absoluteleh fantastic, Cookie!” Jamie shakes his head, giving Alex an one armed hug, “Wot did yeh give ‘er?” Alex’s eyes sparkled at the sight of Charlie’s giddiness as she walked towards Jamie’s car, “My ‘eart, mate.” The blond smiles and wraps an arm around his friend’s shoulders, leading him to the car. “Where are yeh two staying? Yehr mum, Al?” Charlie hadn’t made up with Emily yet where she would usually stay, she was hoping the Christmas spirit would soften Emily’s hard set stance on Alex.
“Meh nanna’s, Jamie. Weh, weh ‘ad a couple fings fixed so weh ‘ave our own place ‘ere.” Charlie turns to the back, taking him hand and blowing him a kiss, she knew how hard it was for Alex to come to terms with his grandma’s death and the fact that they would be making her house their home in Sheff filled them both with great joy, as it is a small homage to their time spent there with Nanna, “Look forward, love. No need to make yehrself sick.” Charlie follows his command, knowing better, “Ugh, I do love staring at your perfect face, Alexander.”
“ ‘as anyone mentioned yous two are realleh going all out wiv this relationship fing?” Charlie giggles, still holding Alex’s hand, “Gotta make up for lost time, Cookie.” The drive to Nanna’s house is a relatively short one, her cottage was located in the older part of High Green, farther from the center of Sheffield than their parents’ homes. “Yeh goin’ to Mal and Kelly’s parteh tonight, reight?” Charlie exits the car, taking a deep breath of the old country air, “Most definiteleh weh will. Al even got ‘imself a sober driver to boot.” Alex pulls a guilty face, “Babeh, I told yeh… If yeh want I can stay sober wiv yeh.”
“Stop love, I’m just pulling yehr leg. ‘elp Jamie wiv the bags tho.” Alex promptly complies, taking his and Charlie’s suitcase off the guitarists’ hands, “Yeh’ve trained ‘im well.” Jamie chuckles and Charlie hugs him again, “Fanks for the ride, Cookie. See yeh tonight.” Alex takes the bags up the small flight of stairs, running back to say goodbye to Jamie. Charlie goes up the steps and opens her bag, trying to find the keys, “Al, do yeh remember where I put them keys?” Alex chuckles, pulling the keychain out of his pocket, “Yeh gave it to meh… For safekeeping.”
Alex kisses her temple and reaches out to unlock the door, but once the door is open they stand in front of the threshold, unable to move. Alex had hired someone to clean and fix minor things at the house in preparation for their holiday, but the sight of his grandma’s house still as it had always been and the knowledge that she wouldn’t be there, that was hard to move past. Charlie takes his free hand, entwining their fingers, “C’mon love, reight foot forward. She would’ve wanted us to make this as ‘appy a ‘ome as it was when she was ‘ere.” Alex nods, bring her hand up to his lips to kiss, “I’m so lucky to ‘ave yeh, meh love.” They take a step forward and Charlie smiles at him, “Indeed yeh are.”
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Charlie wakes up from her nap to the sound of Alex singing in the shower. Taking the opportunity she takes off her t-shirt and underwear, tiptoeing to the bathroom and getting in the tiny shower with Alex, “Morning love.” He reaches up her neck, gripping her jaw gently under Charlie’s increasingly soaked hair, and pulls her against him in a deep kiss. His other hand finds her stomach easily, “ ‘ey there you.” Charlie giggles as he kneels down in front of her burgeoning belly, “Be careful, weh don’t need a shower accident.” Alex waves her off, pressing a sweet kiss to the stretched skin, “Mummy worries a lot, I fink it’s ‘cause she loves us… Or she joost likes to be a big know it all.”
“Oi, no talking about mummy like tha’.” She flicks him on the forehead playfully, “ ‘m sorreh, love. I’ll make it up to yeh.” Charlie begins to protest, but Alex shushes her with a single touch to her dripping core. “A-Alex…” He slowly backs her into the seat built into the wall, which had been an amazing addition made by Nanna, “Seat down, my love and let meh take care of yeh.” Charlie whimpers at his words, bending down to take a seat, “Yeh look so beautiful.” Alex looks up to her, breasts dripping small beads of water over her ever-growing belly, her face settled in a relaxed expression, half-lidded eyes still marked with sleep.
Alex settles himself between her legs, one hand on the crook of her leg as he bends to place his lips against hers. With a skillful tongue he oscillates between long deep strokes and pointed circles against her clit, “Ohh A-Alexander…” Charlie’s moans egg him on, encouraging him to go deeper, so he brings the tip of his finger to her entrance. The smallest pressure immediately elicits a string of moans and curses from Charlie’s lips, her hand coming to rest on top of his head, fingers gripping at his short hair, “Babeh, ‘ow come yeh taste so fooking good? It’s like yehr pussy got even more addictive.”
His words reverberate on Charlie’s core, causing a rush of wetness, “Oh yeah, all for meh. I’ll take care of yeh, babeh girl.” Alex dips one finger, then two, proceeding to pump in and out of her. Charlie’s toes curl and she holds herself against the wall, panting between moans of absolute pleasure. Sensing her imminent orgasm Alex dives in deep, “Cum for meh, babeh.” Fingers curling against her core, Charlie comes with a scream, not even attempting to hide her release. Alex gives her a couple minutes to come down, pulling his fingers out of her soaking core slowly and bringing them up to his, sucking the juices off, “Hmmm delicious.”
“Aleeex, hmmm can yeh not reight now?” Charlie is slouched against the wall, a hand resting on her bump as she tried to recover her breathing, “I’m sorreh, love.” Alex gets up and presses a kiss to her forehead, “I’ll let yeh shower in peace.”
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“Where’d yeh get that dress, never seen it before…” Alex turns from the mirror where he’d been fixing the collar of his shirt to check out Charlie, who gives him a twirl in her red velvet gowl, “It’s new, meh little Christmas present to mehself. Yeh’ll never guess the designer… Wait, I fink I need ‘elp wiv meh shoes.” Alex sits down next to Charlie on the bed, taking her foot and strapping the black low heeled shoes, which had a diamante bow detail, “Will yeh make meh guess?” He motions for her to switch feet, “I don’t fink yeh deserve such torture… It’s this brand called The Vampire’s Wife, which was created by Susie Cave… Nick Cave’s wife, tha’ knows.”
“I ‘onestly wouldn’t ‘ave guessed, tha’.” Alex smoothes the strap of her shoe against her ankle, giving it a soft squeeze, “Do yeh fink I should become a fashion designer?” He chuckled, turning to kiss her temple and bringing her close against his chest, “Yeh can beh whatever yeh want. But I’d suggest yeh stick to books.” Charlie cuddles into his embrace, “Good, I agree. Weh’ll let Miles be your fashion designer spouse.” Alex chuckles and presses a kiss to the soft skin on the crook of her neck. “Let’s go, or Kelly is gonna kill us.”
The pair heads outside to the garage, “Are yeh sure yeh don’t mind driving back? Or I can stay sober.” Charlie shakes her head and opens the door to the Mini, “ ‘Course not, love. Plus, I miss driving this beast.” Alex climbs into his side, settling into his old car, “I can’t believe meh Nanna kept this… Do yeh remember when I first got it?” Charlie nods, blasting the hot a/c to counter the frigid December cold, “Oh do I, blissful times of not havin’ to brave public transportation wiv a famous individual.” Alex scoffs, “It weren’t tha’ bad.” Charlie rolls her eyes, “Yeh alreight.”
Less than half an hour later they reach Nick and Kelly’s home and are welcomed by the couple, as well as Jamie and Katie, for a small family dinner of noodles and lots of wine. Jokes were made and stories were retold, a whole blissful night of happy memories was made.
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“Jameh…” The blond hums a positive response before taking a sip of his beer, “Were yeh ever… Scared? Of doing this…” Jamie turns to him with a puzzled look and Alex sighs, running his fingers through his short cropped hair, “The marriage… A Kid. ’m frightened out of me mind.” Jamie chuckles, shaking his head, “Course I were… But yeh figure fings out as yeh go.” Alex doesn’t seem satisfied with the answer, in his drunken state his mind was spinning hazily through all his frightful scenarios.
Luckily, Jamie had a PhD in getting Alex out of his own head and helping him work through his fears, “ ‘ey… Al, c’mere.” Alex scoots into Jamie’s side and the blonde wraps an arm around the small man’s shoulders, holding him close, “Al, yeh’ve nowt to worreh about… Yeh and Charleh ‘ave known each other since birth and yous are alreadeh practically married. As for the kid… Al, yeh are great wiv the kids, and as scarreh as it is, those little buggers are worth it. It takes one moment, at 4am, when yeh ‘avent slept in weeks, and yeh show up to pick up the screaming kid from the crib and he just smiles when he sees yeh… That makes everyfing worth it.”
“Jameh Cook yeh are quiteh the poet, huh…” Alex sniffles, hugging Jamie tight around the waste, “Shhh, don’t wunt anehone finking I’m a softeh. I’ve an image to maintain.” They laugh and Alex kisses his cheek, “I love yeh, Cookie. Dun’t know where I’d be wivout yeh.” Jamie pats him on the head affectuously, “I love yeh too, Al… Now go find Charleh, I’m sure she’ll love to see yeh like this.” They laugh, knowing Charlotte would be amused by this drunken and loving side of Alex, “Thank you, Cookie.” Alex smacks his lips against the blonde’s cheek one last time for good measure before traipsing away towards the party.
Alex finds Charlie talking to Katie a Kelly on the couch, so he kneels in front of her and props his chin on her knees, “ ‘ey…” Charlie smiles down at him, running her fingers through his hair, “Talking to meh or the bump, love?” Alex looks up at her, his eyes shining bright at the sight of Charlotte, “Both… I love yeh so much, my Lottie…” The other girls sense the moment and take their leave, “Oh babeh, ‘ow much ‘ave you ‘ad to drink?” Alex hiccups in response, parting her tights to snuggle his face against the fabric of her dress, “Not mooch… Hmmm, this is so soft, almost as soft as yeh, love.” Charlie giggles as she has to hold back a full blown laughter as Alex tries to reach under her dress but struggles with the ruffled edge, “Alex, what are yeh doing?”
He refocuses his puppy eyes on her and the confused look gives way to a lopsided smile, “I love yeh so mooch, Lottie. Yeh and the babeh, I love yous so mooch.” Tears sprout at the corners of his eyes, blurring his sight, and Charlie reaches out to hold his face, caressing his cheek, “Oh darling… My love, weh also love you. I fink it’s time to go ‘ome.” Alex nods in agreement, burrowing his face into Charlie’s dress again, “Alex, love, can yeh get up?” Nick and Kelly walk in at the perfect moment, “Need sum ‘elp?” She smiles and nods to the bassist, who proceeds to bend down and gently help Alex to stand up.
“Hmmm, I’m tired, Nicky…” Alex yawns, scoring himself against Nick, who chuckles at Alex’s adorable drunkness, “Do yeh need any help to get home, love?” Charlie shakes her head, “Fanks Kel, we drove ‘ere.” Kelly smiles, caressing Charlie’s bump, “Be careful, the roads are iceh. Are yeh sure yeh don’t want to stay? We’ve plenty of room.” Charlie thanks her again, “I better take ‘im ‘ome, or ‘e’ll continue to grope Mal.” Alex had snuck his hand inside Nick’s jacket, hugging his bandmate around the waist, “Alexander, let’s go ‘ome?”
Alex raises his head from Nick’s shoulder, “ ‘ome?” Charlie giggles, taking his arm, “Yes, ‘ome. Now say bye to Nick and Kelly, fank ‘em for ‘aving us.” Alex pulls away from Nick, moving towards Charlie, he blinks a few times against the light, “Night, Malley and Bossy. I love yous. Fanks for everyfing.” The couple laugh, “Yeh’re welcome, Al. Weh love you too, be careful taking Charleh and the babeh ‘ome, alreight?”
Thankfully Alex wasnt drunk to the point of being unable to walk by himself, he’s just giggly as they walk to the car and get inside, “Did yeh ‘ave a nice time, love?” Alex’s answer is drowned by the sound of the engine as Charlie turns the key multiple times before it sticks, “Ugh, weh got to get a car for here, weh can’t keep using yehr old mini.” Alex spreads his arms over the dashboard defensively, “But Charleh…” Charlie laughs and takes his hand, placing it on her bump, “Weh need a famileh car, one where weh can fit a car seat so weh can take babeh and show ‘im our ‘ome.”
For one last time that night, Alex’s eyes are brimmed with tears as he kisses Charlie and the bump, his family.
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