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peterparkersnose · 2 months

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A Tale of Two Eyes

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x f!reader

word count: 2.8k

warnings: trauma, mentions of suicide, mentions of Helaemond, toxic marriage, reader has established relationship with Aemond and they have children, reader is pregnant, marriage of convenience, political marriage, arguing, undertones of an abusive relationship, selfish Aemond, hate on the Blacks (love Rhaenyra tho, just for the story themes)

a/n woah I wrote?!?! Happy birthday Ewan ily mwah

summary Aemond's son and heir just met the same fate as he did all those years ago with Lucerys.

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That afternoon was a blur. Everything for Y/N has moved so quickly, yet so slowly at the same time. She had asked Ser Criston to fetch her sons, ten-year-old Daeron and six-year-old Aerion, for dinner. They had been playing out in the courtyard for a few hours. She had her three-year-old daughter, Visenya, sat and prepared to feast for the evening meal. Visenya wiggled in her seat, anxious for her brothers to join her to feast. The morning was rough on Y/N, as she was currently seven months pregnant with her fourth child with Aemond. Visenya had been a terror as well, as she has now taken to escaping her caretakers and seeking out Y/N specifically. Y/N was speaking to Visenya, trying to distract her from her hungry stomach and practicing her vowels when her mother-in-law, Alicent, came rushing into the dining room. The Dowager Queen looked frantic as she quickly came to Y/N’s side.

“It’s Daeron,” she spoke, out of breath. “Daeron?” Y/N asked. Alicent motioned for her to follow her, as she did not want to alarm Visenya. Y/N immediately left Visenya with their nanny and followed her mother-in-law quickly down the castle halls.

“What has happened?” Y/N asked, holding her stomach with one hand and walking as fast as she possibly could. “Aegon and Viserys…” Alicent paused. The names of Rhaenyra’s last two surviving sons. They have always quarreled with her and Aemond’s sons, and now she truly feared the worst.

“They have taken Daeron’s eye just as Lucerys did to Aemond years ago.”

Y/N abruptly stopped in the hallway, grabbing the wall for guidance.

“Excuse me?” she blinked a few times, angered at her mother-in-law for just dropping this knowledge on her. For the sake of her unborn child, she tried not to let her emotions run rampant.

For her first child, her first son, heir to the Iron Throne, and the beginning of the new Targaryen age has just been permanently maimed or killed.

Aemond never attended dinners anymore. The man Y/N knew when they were first betrothed was long gone after the results of the dance. Aemond could barely deal with the grief of his siblings, niece, and nephews. Y/N had always speculated a secret love affair with her husband and his now-deceased sister, Helaena, but she never approached the subject. He was never the same after Helaena’s suicide. Aemond had been a broken man since, even though he was living out his dreams. He was now the King. The Blacks were defeated, only leaving Rhaenyra’s two legitimate sons with Daemon, as they were too young to understand the effects of what they were born into. Alicent took them in against her better judgment.

So now, he sat in his office alone like he did most nights. The candlelight was dim and his wine glass was almost emptied. He sat hunched over letters, writing them to various Lords around Westeros. Aemond often filled his time with work so he could escape the horrors of his true life. It was pitch black outside and pouring now, as it had been hours since dinner was supposed to have happened. He heard a knock on his office door.

“Enter.”

He didn’t expect his wife. He straightened his posture and took off his reading magnifier from the bridge of his nose. He took in her essence. She was beautiful, he had to admit. Their marriage wasn’t ideal, but she had been essential for the success of the Greens in the dance, as their marriage brought House Targaryen together with one of the most powerful houses in Westeros. Aemond took a deep breath.

“My lady wife–”

His words got caught in his throat when he saw the blood on her hands. “Is the child all right?”

Y/N nodded eagerly to assure him that this wasn’t a complication in her pregnancy. “What has happened? Is someone hurt?” Aemond eagerly asked, standing up from his desk and striding over to her. “I-It’s Daeron…”

“Daeron?” Aemond replied, relief running over him that the issue wasn’t the child. Yet he worried for his heir. Y/N was shaking, Aemond grabbed her hands. “You mustn't freak.” she asked of Aemond. His brows furrowed. “Calm yourself, woman. Explain what happened.”

“Him and Aerion… got in a scuffle with Aegon and Viserys.”

Aemond’s grip tightened on Y/N’s hands. If it weren’t for the grace of her and Alicent, Aemond would have had those two children’s heads on spikes before they were old enough to realize their parents' crimes. “What prompted the fight?” he asked angrily. Y/N shrugged. “That–that is to be determined. I don’t want you to freak–”

“Do not tell me what to do. What is of Daeron?” he raised his voice to his wife. “He–”

Y/N took a deep breath and paused. She didn’t know how to approach this with her husband correctly and not trigger him from his past. Her hand moved to her husband's cheek, her fingers moving over the strap of his eyepatch slowly. “Do you remember?”

Aemond scoffed.

“Of course, I remember. You don’t need to remind me.” his lips pursed as he closed his remaining eye momentarily and sighed. “Why is this relevant?”

Y/N had no clue how to tell her husband this. She was expecting him to have the same reaction she and Queen Alicent were having.

“Our son just met the same fate.”

Aemond pondered for a moment, then turned around and brushed Y/N’s hand off his cheek. He returned to his desk. He felt sick, he had to sit down. Aemond didn’t fully understand the situation yet but feared the worst. He was silent for a great moment, hearing a small sniffle coming from his wife brought him back to reality. “What happened to Daeron? Do you mean to tell me he’s lost his eye? Don’t tell me he’s dead…”

“He isn’t. But Viserys scraped it out like Lucerys did to yours.”

Aemond slammed his fist on the desk, making Y/N jump. Aemond seethed in anger, thoughts running rampant in his head. After a long pause, he spoke. “And did you tell my mother yet?”

“She is with him as we speak.” Y/N replied, anxiously waiting to see where her husband's emotions ran at that moment. “Where is Aerion? Is he harmed?” he asked of his spare, who could likely become his heir at any moment. “Aerion is fine just… traumatized. He tried to go after Viserys but Criston pulled him away when he got to the scene.”

Aemond seethed, then suddenly threw his wine goblet to the wall. It smashed and scared Y/N. “Aemond–”

“Send Daeron to my mother’s chambers. Tell her I’ll be along shortly, I have letters to write.”

He didn’t even look up at his wife as he put his spectacle back on.

“What?” Y/N held her stomach with one hand, the other on her hip. She was confused. “You’re returning to your work?” She didn’t even get another word in before Aemond snapped. “Send Daeron to my mother's room at once!”

She was utterly shocked. How could he? Work? His son needed his father. The only person who could relate and help Daeron through this terrible time in his life… and Aemond chose to work? “Your son needs you!”

Aemond growled. “I’ll tend to him later. He’s going to survive, and I have work to do.”

Y/N was flabbergasted.

“You’re the only one who can help him understand. The boy is ten and just lost his eye! That is your son!”

Y/N knew she was fighting in a losing battle. But she had to plead for her son. He had been requesting his father for some time now. Aemond abruptly stood, walking to his door. He didn’t look at her once. “If you think talking to him will do him any good, I’ll do it. I’ll write my letters and come when I can,” he mumbled. When Y/N realized this was the best she was going to get, she decided to leave. As she was exiting the door, the child kicked in her womb roughly. She groaned and Aemond looked up to her, seeing her clutching her stomach. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Y/N said coldly. He watched her exit. She wasn’t expecting another word from him.

She could hear him before she saw him. Y/N entered Alicent’s chamber to see her son sobbing, clinging to his grandmother. Alicent brushed his hair softly with her fingers, her stare distant. Y/N could tell that Alicent had seen this story before, and she didn’t like the ending. The look of vengeance plagued the middle-aged woman's face. As Daeron heard someone enter the room, he spoke.

“Father?” Y/N’s heart simply broke then. Daeron was truly in a state of shock, he barely paid attention to anything but the throbbing sensation of the worst pain he had ever felt in his life on his face. “No, sweet boy. Your father…” Y/N caught herself. She couldn’t tell her son that his father refused to see him. No. It would simply break his heart and his spirit more than they already were broken. “I could not find him. The guards will notify him shortly when they find him.” Y/N moved to the bed, and Alicent moved so Y/N could comfort her son Daeron. Alicent gave her an honest nod and stepped into the hallway. Y/N embraced her ten-year-old in her arms, and he rested his head on the fleshy part of her arm. He was still holding a rag over his wound, so Y/N took the rag from his hand and switched it with hers so the boy’s arm wouldn’t grow tired.

“What happened to me, mother?” Daeron spoke softly. He tried to look up at her but failed to do so. Y/N held back tears. “It wasn’t fair, my love. Viserys will pay. I will make sure of it.”

Daeron shook in her arms. “I-I’m scared.” he admitted to her. A sob finally came from the boy again, and he stopped crying when she entered the room. He was trying to stay strong for his mother. He was already showing such promising signs of a good King, even at such a young age. “What will I do without my eye, mother? Do I still have a future, will the girls still like me? They’ll think I’m gross for sure, I just know of it–”

“My son.” Y/N cut off his rambles. “Of course not. We shall not worry about this now. You are a handsome boy, and already a great warrior.”

“But–” Daeron began again. Y/N shushed him. “No. Shh. You must remember your father has the same wound as you. And is he a great warrior?”

Daeron nodded. “And is he married?”

Daeron nodded again. “My sweet son, my heir. Do not worry. You will be the greatest Targaryen that ever lived.” Y/N spoke. She moved closer to her son. “Don’t tell your father or siblings I said that,” Y/N whispered, managing a small smile trying to bring some humor to the boy. He desperately needed it. But it quickly faded, as the child inside of her kicked again.

“Mother?” Daeron asked. Even in his pained state, he cared for his mother. What a good boy she had raised. “Do not worry. The babe is just wild during this time of night.”

Y/N ran a hand over her son's bloodied hair which had now dried. She held him close until he fell asleep. Aemond never came.

During the very early hours of that morning, Y/N had failed to find sleep. She paced her shared chambers with Aemond. He had yet to return. She grew angrier and more frustrated by the minute. And finally, as she was re-lighting the candles that should have been blown out hours ago, she heard the door of her chambers click open and then shut. She turned to her husband, who looked cowardly now, with an angered glare. “Where have you been?”

Aemond shrugged. Y/N scoffed. “Do not play this game with me right now.” Y/N approached him, he smelt of dragon sweat and the salty sea. “Did you just take Vhagar for a ride?”

Aemond sighed. “Yes.”

Y/N couldn’t hold back the angered laugh. “You’re kidding me right now.” Aemond threw his boots from his feet against the wall. “I have my own ways of managing my–”

“Your son has lost an eye. Have you no heart?!” Y/N interrupted him. Aemond seethed silently, pausing. He then threw his jacket on the back of the couch. “I will see him in the morning.” Aemond answered tiredly. Y/N stared at him in shock. “I have no words for you.”

Aemond ignored his wife, moving to the closet. He changed into his nightly gown and his robe. He tried to get into bed, but Y/N was already sitting on the bed when he returned. “No. Not tonight.” she said sternly. Aemond scowled. “And why not?” Aemond asked with a sharp tongue. He was almost at his breaking point with her. Couldn’t she not understand his duties? His trauma from his past? How selfish of her…

“Why not?!” Y/N yelled “Your son has just been maimed for life and you refuse to see him! What kind of father are you?” This statement set Aemond off. All the anger, hurt, and hatred boiled over within him. He tried to keep it in for the sake that he did truly love his wife, but she failed to understand him over the years like this. Aemond took a deep breath. “Don’t you get it? I have been struggling for fucking years! Do you think I want to see my son, bloodied and broken as I once was at his age? No, you daft woman! I wish to be alone. You are incessantly bothering me and I am sick and tired of it!” he lashed out at his wife. Y/N sat in bed, tensed at his words. She didn’t know how to reply. The realization that the reason Aemond didn’t visit their son sank in; he simply did not know how to. “I cannot look at the mirror of my old self in him! For Gods sakes, he already is a copy of me! Now with this…”

Y/N took in his words. She saw him tearing up. “Aemond–” she attempted to speak. He cut her off. “I will have that child sent to the wall along with his blasted brother,” he spoke angrily. “Do not try to talk me out of it either. I am King and I have made my final choice. I have spared their lives when they should join their bastard brother Lucerys in Vhagar’s belly.”

“But your son–” “He will live. You cannot coddle the boy. He must grow strong.”

“How could you say that?” Y/N answered. Aemond shrugged. “My father did the same, and I will follow.”

Y/N couldn’t believe her ears. Viserys was a terrible father to Aemond and his siblings, favoring Rhaenyra. “You know damn well that if Viserys still lived, he would pardon Rhaenyra’s son and blame Daeron somehow–”

“THAT ISN’T THE POINT!” Aemond snapped at her. He knew how terrible Viserys was. He knew how damaged his father had made him. But he was the man he was now because of Viserys, and he would never be the same happy little boy he was before the loss of his eye. And now that the same had just happened to his son, his heir, he couldn’t deal. Y/N watched him in horror as he turned to violence, smashing one of the vases in the room. She held her stomach, fearing her husband in his rage. After Aemond realized what he had done and how he had scared his wife, he stopped. Aemond’s yelling turned into sobs. He collapsed on his bed. Y/N warmly opened her arms to embrace him, despite being terrified of him seconds ago. Aemond clung to her and her baby bump for dear life.

“I’m sorry, I-I’m sorry…” he whimpered, burying his face in the crook of her stomach under her breast. He was shaking. Y/N was too stunned to speak, but she spoke softly. “I know.”

She was furious at her husband. But the effects of the dance had ruined him. This wouldn’t have happened twelve years ago when they wed. They both had to re-learn each other–him with his trauma, her with her dedication to being a mother and a Queen. They struggled too often. But at solemn moments like this, when Aemond calmed down, they just held each other. The truth was, they were just two scared kids in this world. Thrown into the grasp of something neither of them wanted or intended. And that is how they stayed the rest of the night–trembling in each other’s arms, afraid of what the future held for them.

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sugurubabe · 3 months

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Daddy Vibes (part 1)

NSFW! Satoru Gojo x reader • breeding kink • female reader • penetration • Satoru is your husband that has wanted a baby ever since you two got married.

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Satoru can’t wait to be a dad. Specifically, a girl dad. He dreams of the day he can hold a tiny baby girl that looks just like you in his arms. He’s tried convincing your relentlessly to finally quit your job and focus on being a mommy and house wife. However, you’re a stubborn woman. You love your career, you love the grind, and you love your freedom as a woman with no kids. You don’t take any birth control to avoid the unpleasant side effects and so, Satoru is forced to wear condoms. He finally decides to put his foot down one day as you’ve left him with no other choice but to implement a…

“SEX BAN?! You want a sex ban?!” You cry out furiously as Satoru smirks at you.

“Mmm… yeah, sweetheart. I do.” Satoru leans against the doorframe of your shared bedroom. He’s smirking at your shocked expression.

“B-but we have sex almost everyday!” You sputter, unable to comprehend why your insatiable husband suddenly wants to enforce a sex ban.

“Well, there is one way out of the sex ban, darling…” Satoru grins smugly. Your stomach drops as you realize that he’s been plotting.

“What?” You sigh, mentally preparing yourself for the absolutely batshit insane condition Satoru is readying himself to spew.

“Aw, don’t pout wifey! It’s simple. I want a baby. I’m tired of wasting my loads in those fucking condoms. They should be inside you, knocking your tight little body up.” He says calmly. You tense at his words, eyes widening and jaw dropping.

“You’re not fucking serious, Gojo.”

“Gojo? What happened to Satoru?” He frowns.

You cross your arms, pacing around the room. You’re not ready for a baby. Not ready to give up your career, everything you’ve worked hard for. You know Satoru wants a baby, that his clan is demanding him to produce an heir for the Gojo line. You knew this when you married him, the strongest sorcerer of the modern age. You just didn’t think the time would come so soon. You turn to Satoru, decided that two can play at this game.

“Fine, sex ban it is.” You grin like a Cheshire cat as you watch Satoru’s face pale when you call out his bluff. He nods curtly and walks away, visibly shaken.

The sex ban is hard. Scratch that, it’s unbearable. You’d grown accustomed to making love with your husband everyday, sometimes twice a day. You didn’t realize how much your body craved him and the sweet release only he could give you. You found yourself hiding in the bathroom at work, rubbing at your clit furiously with a hand over your mouth as you tried to make yourself cum to no avail. Your nights were spent in the shower with the detachable water head between your legs as your tried (and failed) to stifle your moans.

Satoru wasn’t faring much better. He was spending his lunch breaks at Jujutsu Tech stroking one out in his office with the door locked. He fought the urge to call off the sex ban, knowing you’d give in first. His nights were spent by the bathroom door listening to you moan needily as you used the shower head on your aching clit. He would stroke his long and thick cock furiously as he whined at the sounds of your moaning.

Everything came to a head the night you both decided to go out for drinks with your sister and brother in law. It was the first night your sister had gone out since having a baby. Your niece was only a few months old, and your sister spent the majority of the dinner showing you both videos and pictures of her sweet babe.

“She’s gorgeous.” You sighed as your sister showed you yet another beautiful picture of your niece in her crib. You couldn’t deny that something about the sweet baby made you ache for one of your own.

“So, when are you two trying for one, eh?” Your brother in law asked Satoru cheekily. Satoru tensed at the question and laughed bitterly.

“Believe me, brother. I’ve been trying to convince my lady to let me do what I was made for since we married. But no chance.” Satoru licked his teeth as he knocked back his whiskey.

“Jeez. Sorry, man. Your time will come.” Your brother in law smiled sympathetically at your husband before rejoining the conversation between you and his wife.

Gojo eyed the videos and pictures of your niece enviously. He wanted that for himself. A sweet baby of his own, born of the love you two shared. He wanted to see you swell with his seed, to soothe ache of your tender breasts with his mouth, and to hold your belly as you slept. He threw back another glass of whiskey and eyed you curiously when he saw you downing a glass of your own. Perhaps you noticed his irritation that night.

“Don’t you want one of your own?” Your sister asked you excitedly.

You hesitated before answering, your cheeks slightly flushed. “Yes… I think… I do.” You finally said, and you felt your husband grip your thigh under the table.

You turned slightly to Gojo, the look in your eyes conveying a silent message that said ‘you win’.

Gojo grinned radiantly and waved down the waiter.

“Bring a bottle of your finest champagne.”

The walk back to your penthouse apartment was silent as the sexual tension mounted. Satoru had an arm slung around your shoulders as you walked. When you finally arrived at your apartment building and walked into the elevator, Satoru hit the emergency stop button.

“What-“ you began to say but were cut off as Gojo planted his lips against yours harshly. His knee came between your legs as he parted them. He reached his hand under your dress and began rubbing at your weeping pussy through the soaked fabric of your panties.

“So ready for me, sweetheart.” He groaned as he broke the kiss and knelt between your legs. He bunched your dress above your hips and ripped your delicate panties right off.

“Satoruuu! Those were expensive!” You whine over the loss of your favorite La Perla panties.

“Don’t worry, baby. Daddy will replace them, yeah?” He crooned before diving into feast on your sloppy cunt. You cried out as you tangled your fingers into Gojo’s hair, holding him close to your pussy. Your husband knew just how to please you, knowing exactly where to touch you that would have you squirting down his throat. He inserted two thick and long fingers into your wet heat, curling them to stimulate that spongy spot in your walls. You cried out as he fingered you furiously while sucking at your clit.

“Oh fuck baby, gonna cum!” You wailed as you humped his face. Satoru moaned as you used him, loving the way you cried out. Nothing tasted better than his sweet wife’s cunt. Nothing could compare to the pretty sounds you made just for him.

“Come on, baby. Be a good girl, cum for daddy. Let me taste you.” He groaned against your cunt, moving his face side to side as he ate your pussy like a man starved. He felt your tight walls flutter around his fingers as you came with a scream. You held his head in place as he sucked at your clit, desperately trying to prolong your release. Satoru stood up and fixed your dress for you, smirking at the dazed look in your eyes. He pulled out his phone and sent a quick text. Before you knew it, the elevator was off, going up to your penthouse.

“H-how did you get it to start?” You asked weakly.

“I own the building. I asked my maintenance man to be on standby. Don’t worry, there’s no cameras in here, baby. I’d rather hollow purple anyone before I let them see my wife cumming all over my face.” He winks at you.

You blush furiously as the elevator brings you to the penthouse floor. Satoru bends down and throws you over his shoulder, laughing as you gasp at the sudden action. He slaps your ass as he walks to your shared bedroom.

“That won’t be the only time you’re gasping for me, sweet wife.”

“Fuck baby!”

You were on your knees for Gojo as he sat on the bed. His cock was in your mouth as you sucked him off, your doe eyes looking up at him as you licked the wide mushroom tip of his dick. Gojo whimpered at the sight, resisting the urge to thrust into your soft mouth.

“You were made to suck my cock, baby. So fucking good for me, such a good girl..”

You smiled at his words and licked a long stripe from the base of his length, along the thick vein that ran down the middle, and up to the head. Satoru whined needily as he was reduced to a whimpering mess with his cock leaking.

“Get on my fucking dick, now!” He whined as he lifted you off the floor and placed you on his lap. You smirked as you straddled him. He lined up his cock with your entrance and sheathed himself in your sopping cunt in one go. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt suddenly full.

“Where’s that sassy fuckin’ smirk, huh?” He growled as he gripped your hips and began slamming into you. You could do nothing but moan lewdly and hide your face in his neck as he fucked you like a whore.

“Fuuuuuck! We’re gonna have 10 fucking babies because I promise you we’re never using birth control again.” Gojo gripped your hair with one hand and slapped your ass harshly with the other as he rutted into you.

“Please, daddy! Make me cum, wanna cum for you!” You cried out as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Satoru grinned devilishly as he repositioned you on the bed. He held you in a mating press with your legs on his shoulders and your knees up to your chest.

“Gonna breed this tight little cunt, yeah? Gonna have you so full of my seed, you’ll have to get pregnant, right? Tell daddy how much you wanna carry his baby.”

Gojo groaned as he felt your pussy clench at his dirty words. Your husband knew exactly how much you loved when he talked you through sex. You often joked that he could get you off with his voice alone.

“Y-yes, Satoru! Wanna have your baby, want you to make me a mommy!” You wail as tears stream down your face from the overwhelming sensation of his length bullying it’s way into your cervix. You were so full of Gojo, so in love with the idea of creating a baby with your loving husband, and so aroused by his primal need to breed you that your orgasm hit like a tidal wave.

“Shit!” You moaned as your back arched and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You squirt all over Satoru’s thighs as your walls clench tightly around his cock.

“Motherfucker! Ah fuck, cumming baby! Daddy’s gonna breed this fucking pussy!” Gojo snarled as he felt his balls tighten and his load was shot into your waiting cunt. He threw his head back as his jaw dropped. His moans were pornographic as your pussy milked him until he was spent. He slid out of you and collapsed next to you on the plush bed. You both had flushed faces and damp hair as you basked in the afterglow.

“We’re not done here tonight, y/n. Daddy needs to make sure his girl is a mommy by the end of the night, sweetheart.”

(A/N: part two?👀)

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sebscore · 1 year

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BLOOMING BOND | LEWIS H.

pairing: lewis hamilton x fem!reader

warnings: reference to his iconic 'imagine' tweet. talk about having kids. talk of not wanting an unpresent father. swearing.

author's note: this post by @allkindfangirl inspired me to write this and I hope she enjoys it :)

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''Aunt Y/N, can you braid my hair, please?'' Willow walked up to the breakfast table, holding her pink hairbrush.

The woman put her drink down, smiling down at the young girl. ''Of course, honey,'' she slid her chair back and got up, ''we'll do it inside so I can get ready myself.'' Y/N stuck out her hand and Willow swiftly took it.

''Willow, what do you say to her?'' Her mother glanced at her, trying to look stern. The small girl huffed, seemingly embarrassed by her mother's reminder of having manners. ''Thank you, Y/N.'' The slight frown turned into a toothy grin as she looked up at her uncle's girlfriend.

''You're welcome, Willow.'' Y/N chuckled, winking at Lewis who smiled at the pair. A skipping Willow dragged her inside the vacation home and made their way towards the bathroom.

The rest of the family watched them leave with loving eyes, endeared by the interaction. ''Willow is obsessed with her.'' Nicola stated, looking at her brother.

Her sister nodded her head. ''I know,'' she agreed, ''her hair needs to be like Y/N's, her clothes need to be like Y/N's- it's all I'm hearing these days.'' She sighed, not out of annoyance or agitation, but out of happiness that Willow had found a role-model in her brother's partner.

''That's adorable,'' Lewis giggled, ''Y/N also loves her and Kaiden- always talking about how such good kids they are and wanting to buy them stuff.'' He told his family, recalling the times they had gone shopping and Y/N would see certain items that reminded her of the two kids.

''It's very sweet.'' Anthony commented, the smile on Lewis' face bringing one to his own.

Carmen scratched her voice. ''The little ones were very excited to see the two of you again. They were even naming all the things you could do together.'' The weeks leading up to the family vacation, Willow and Kaiden had been telling their grandmother's ear off about how much they were looking forward to it.

''We were excited as well, it's been a while since we've all spent time like this together.'' Lewis answered, his heart melting at the thought of his niece and nephew being all giddy about seeing him and Y/N again.

The other family members agreed. ''Yes, thank you so much for organising this, Lu.'' Samantha thanked him, sending an appreciative smile his way.

''No, you don't have to thank me! It's my pleasure.'' He brushed her words off, growing shy.

A comfortable silence fell upon them, bathing in the family time and the beautiful sight of the morning glow in Bali. That didn't last long, though.

''CANNONBALL!''

The loud voice of Kaiden cut through the peace and the sound of someone landing in the pool interrupted the tranquillity of the moment. Lewis' brother-in-law quickly followed after his son and everyone went back to either eating or getting themselves ready for the activities of the day.

''Nice braid, Willow.'' Lewis complimented his niece as she walked past him to go outside with her new hair, a braid with several flower accessories attached.

''I know, Y/N did it.'' She told her uncle in a 'duh'-tone.

Lewis simply laughed and walked to their room, finding his girlfriend changing into a beautiful spring dress. ''Hey, beauty.'' He kissed her cheek, admiring her in the mirror.

''Hi, honey.'' Y/N smiled at him, adjusting the straps on her shoulders.

''I just ran into miss Willow who had a beautiful braid in her hair.'' He grinned, grabbing his swimming trunks from his suitcase. ''I told her it looked nice and she just went ''I know, Y/N did it' with a little attitude, it was the funniest thing.'' He recalled the interaction with his niece, chuckling to himself.

''I wonder where she gets that sassy attitude from.'' Y/N smirked, glancing at her boyfriend with a raised eyebrow.

Lewis took off his infamous Senna shirt and threw it at her, the woman smoothly catching it. ''I have no idea what you're talking about, darling.'' He pretended, sheepishly smiling.

''Oh, Mister 'Imagine' doesn't know what I'm talking about, huh?'' Y/N lightly mocked him, folding his shirt and laying it on one of the chairs.

The Mercedes driver took off his shorts and boxers, switching them for his swimming wear. ''Anyway,'' he changed the topic, making her laugh, ''we were just talking about how well you and the little ones get along.'' A fond smile found its way to his face, remembering the conversation he had earlier.

''Really? That's cute, Lew.'' A few years ago it would have freaked her out if she knew his family had been talking about her, but a loving bond had bloomed over the course of her relationship with Lewis and now she considered them family as well.

''Yeah,'' he walked up behind her, trapping her in a back hug, ''it made me think about something.''

''About what?'' Y/N looked at him through the mirror.

''About us having our own kids.''

The sudden mention surprised her, her eyebrows raised and eyes widened. They had discussed it before, but some time had passed between that last conversation and now. ''Oh.''

''I know we said we would continue the discussion when it's my last F1 season, but I just couldn't help but think about it when you walked away with Willow.'' Lewis confessed, a dreamy look in his eyes.

''I understand,'' she smiled, ''you'd be a great dad, Lewis.''

Sometimes it was hard to ignore the warm feeling she got when she saw Lewis with kids, it made her daydream about her future with the Formula One star. Y/N was okay with waiting until Lewis was ready to retire, though. She wanted a present father for her children- not one that was away most of the time and missed all the important milestones in their children's life.

''And you will be the most amazing mother.'' He pressed a kiss to her temple, reveling in the feeling of having the love of his life in his arms.

''Sir Uncle and Aunt Y/N sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G! First comes love. Then comes marriage. Then comes baby. In a baby carriage!'' Kaiden and Willow chorused, yelling the popular playground nursery rhyme through the house.

The couple laughed at the comedic interruption, pulling away from one another. ''Maybe it's not that bad to wait a few years, I'm not ready for that yet.'' Lewis joked, grabbing a towel and his phone.

''Dream on, honey.'' Y/N teased, walking to their bathroom and taking the sunscreen from one of the cabinets.

Lewis stuck his head through the bathroom door, a smirk playing on his lips. ''I do have a wild imagination.'' He winked, referring to his own song with Christina Aguilera.

''Fuck off, XNDA,'' she tried throwing a discarded towel at him, ''I like Kendrick more, anyway.''

#lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton imagines #f1 fic #f1 fics #f1 x reader #formula 1 fic #f1 x oc #formula one fics #lewis hamilton x y/n #f1 x you #lewis hamilton #f1 fluff

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tiredfox64 · 11 days

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I was wondering if you could write about Smoke and the reader have already been married and they have kids of their own (2 or 3) and Kuai Liang and Harumi decided to give them a break by watching the kids while Tomas and the reader go on a date night and when they come back they see Kaui Liang and Harumi look exhausted and lost while the kids are being rambunctious? Lol

Never Again, Not Even for Cake

Prior notes: I’ve babysat my niece once. I ended up telling my fiancé my baby fever was gone. Still looking for it. (I’ll get to the other requests soon)

Pairing: Tomas x Afab reader

Warnings ‼️: A child (no)

Ah yes, life’s pleasures. Fall in love, get married, have yourself a little family, the good stuff. Ah but hey, did anyone tell you have difficult kids could be?

Well, Tomas was a child once, but that doesn’t help. You did come from a large family, that helps. It was like living with bunnies. Even if you were the youngest there was always a cousin, niece, or nephew to help with. So you got the hang of this.

The first were a pair of twins, god help you. Two rambunctious boys who went behind their father’s back and learned smoke magic themselves. They aren’t skilled but they like to use it for pranks. And when they turned five, what do you think happened? That’s right! You fell pregnant again! This time with a baby girl.

So now you and Tomas have a family with a pair of six year old twins and a one year old baby girl. Take a guess, when was the last time you ever caught a break? Long time ago. That’s why Kuai Liang and Harumi stepped up and decided to babysit. That’s what good godparents do. You were a little skeptical since you never really knew how good they were with kids. But they constantly said it won’t be bad, you two need a break, you guys haven’t had a date in a while, etcétera etcétera. You caved, now the lovely couple stands in your home, ready to babysit.

“Are you sure you two can do this? You do realize the twins are sneaky? The little one found out she can grab things now.” You kept blabbering and Tomas had to reassure you.

“My love, I’m sure they will be fine. Kuai Liang helped raise me so I’m sure he can deal with the boys.”

“But-“

“We know the milk is in the fridge we just need to warm it up. She is teething so there are frozen teething toys in the freezer. The boys will eat anything and they like to sit down to watch Power Rangers.” Harumi quickly shut you down by going over some of the key points you told them.

“I still don’t think your use of the television is a great idea when calming the boys down.” Kuai Liang critiqued as if he has any say.

“It’s just a tv, Kuai Liang. Other parents do worse you have no idea.” You snapped back.

“Okay, love, I think we should get going. They look like they can handle themselves. Goodbye! Thank you again!” Tomas thanked his brother and sister in law before dragging you out of the house.

Finally a moment of freedom.

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A simple dinner alone was already a treat itself. Not having to force the twins to sit down, stop fighting, and just eat their food was a relief. Or your baby crying in the middle of the meal and having to listen for a good minute to figure out what she wants. The worst is when she’s just crying for no reason and you can’t do anything but let it pass.

There was none of that. Just you and Tomas having a yummy meal. It took you back to the time when you two were just dating. You could never really sit down since Tomas seemed paranoid he would be caught sneaking out of practice. He’d always scare you by popping out of no where from a puff of smoke. It wasn’t ever a big deal and he’d take your hand to go get some food. You commonly would steal from his plate whenever you could but you would give something back in return. A trade. He was happy to see that you still do that even when you guys are now married. You haven’t changed a bit and he was happy with that. Not even becoming a mother could suppress your personality.

You still look as gorgeous as the day he met you and he still looks so handsome. You never doubted your relationship with him. Never doubted marrying him or having kids with him. This date shows that there is a still a strong spark between you.

Not even when the dinner was done did the date truly end. You guys walked, talked, and laughed together. Never even a mention of the kids. Oh that’s right, the kids.

“It’s getting pretty late. You think we should start heading back? We did tell that that we would be out for three hours.” You suggested.

Tomas took a moment to think about it. Yes, it was getting pretty late. Late enough that the kids might need to be put down for bed soon. But…

“Nope, I think they will be okay with us being out for another hour. It’s not like the kids have anywhere important to be tomorrow so they can stay up late.” Eh, good enough, may the date go on!

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You and Tomas felt more rejuvenated. All smiles and laughter. You even felt good enough to get Kuai Liang and Harumi a whole cheesecake as another thanks for babysitting. You of course had to get the twins their own slice or else they won’t even shut up.

What you didn’t expect is to walk into was pure chaos. Your motherly instincts kicked in the moment you heard the baby crying. A cry of pain, probably the teething. Ah but Harumi looks like she’s in more pain. The baby had a tight grip on her long hair. That’s what you forgot to tell her. The baby yanks so she should put her hair up. Well at least Kuai Liang was safe from that.

…never mind the boys got him. He looked like a shell of his former self. His bun was so close to unraveling. At least nothing was on fire so that means they didn’t trick him into using his powers.

You placed the desserts on the kitchen table before running to Harumi. You forced your baby girl to open her hands and let go of Harumi’s beautiful black hair. It looked all messy now when it’s usually all smoothed down. You opened the freezer door and popped in the first frozen teething toy you could see. Immediately the crying stopped and she was satisfied once more.

Poor Kuai Liang, the twins are yanking at him and asking him to do more tricks. What is it with boys and arson? Tomas came over quickly to yank them off him, holding them by the back of their shirts. Looking around you could see the living room was in shambles.

“What in the world happened here?!” You yelled out.

“Why didn’t you say anything about them using smoke magic?” Kuai Liang asked in a tired voice.

“We told you they were sneaky.” You said.

“That’s not-!” He stopped himself from screaming at you.

Tomas placed both boys down on the ground again before scolding them into apologizing and cleaning the living room up.

“I mean look, you lived. You still have head on your hair,” You pointed at Harumi, “And you still have your sanity in tact.” Referring to Kuai Liang.

That was a lie they look utterly exhausted. Traumatized even. You’ve never seen these two that disheveled before. Hell, not even you looked this way after giving birth to the twins. Though their looks didn’t stop Tomas from asking for something else.

“Thank you so much for taking care of the kids, Kuai Liang,” he pulled his brother in closely to whisper something, “Could you come back next week? I want to take her out again.”

Kuai Liang damn near looked like he would kill his brother. He didn’t say anything. He just took Harumi’s hand and went out the door. They didn’t even take the cheesecake. Oh well! More for the family!

After notes: I’m sorry if this seems disfuncional. I ended up crying during my speech today so I feel off. I’ll be done with this semester soon. Only three weeks to go. Adiós!

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angelstate · 3 months

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Husband!Ghost x Wife!Reader.

tw: sensitive content, read tags before continuing!

Husband!Ghost is at peace when he’s by your side, you made him feel less alone in the world, like the hurt of his past goes away every time he looks into your eyes, you are a remedy for his aching heart and he couldn’t be happier for having found you after thinking for so many years he was unloveable.

you treat him like he is worth something. like he isn’t Ghost, the soldier whose job caused the death of his family, he is Simon, your husband whom you want to build a family with, he can begin to understand how you feel safe enough to wish something like that but doesn’t tell you his concerns.

he doesn’t want to bring you further into that side of him, doesn’t want to make his doubts yours and risk losing you, not wanting to make you get a bad feeling, to think of him what he thinks of himself.

Husband!Ghost believes in a brighter future, and unlimited possibilities of how life would play out for the two of you, how will you look with the passing of time, how beautiful age will look on you, he wants to see you live, wants to grow gray hair with you and laugh about how you finally time catches up to you, making you look old yet beautiful, always stunning in every way.

his young pretty little wife, the reason he wakes up and takes a breath of fresh air, filling his lungs his oxygen and no longer the smoke from cigarettes that worsened his health at a slow but real pace. and he stopped smoking for several reasons, but you are the biggest and most important one, the main one that makes him use his self-control for something more than just managing his emotions, but to have a much longer future with you.

Husband!Ghost was suicidal for most of his life, wanting nothing but the torture of being alive to end sooner than later, he craved the relief of death, the weight of his burdens to be taken off of his shoulders. He was aware of how much of an extreme measure that was, he wasn’t actively trying to kill himself, but carelessness disguised as selflessness gave him free rein to sacrifice himself, to die a hero even though he felt like he was no good at all.

he has never meant to cause pain to those he cherished though, as small as that is, he has no place in his heart for a lot of people either way, his past uses most of it, storing the ghosts of those he loved that he didn’t have the chance to bury, the little space left used to put you in it along with his teammates.

He has you on his mind though, and that is a much more complicated place to get into or leave, his consciousness being his worst enemy and best friend, keeping everything and everyone alive even if they are long gone. but you aren’t gone, thankful, he wouldn’t be able to deal with your death.

but you are alive, breathing next to him, the sweet smell of your shampoo lingering in the pillowcase and sheets, serving him as a reminder of your existence, that he hadn’t imagined you. That you had been just there, right by his side and he would most likely get you back.

Husband!Ghost is good at letting go, at not letting things get to him no matter how disturbing they are, and he is able to keep his composure at all times, breathing in and out before acting out a plan, having overthought the worst of situations late at night, wanting to protect you from the evils of the world even if that was the last thing he did.

He values your peace and your safety, he guards your steady heartbeat so it never falters, so it never stops no matter what. He is tired of death, he doesn’t want to say goodbye to another person, not you, God, please anyone but you.

Husband!Ghost had already lost Johnny, his mother, his brother, his niece, his sister in law and so many more people because the world wasn’t kind, the universe having a personal vendetta against him, dictating that he should suffer and spend the rest of his years with vengeance seething on his chest.

He doesn’t enjoy violence as much as he makes it out to be, he doesn’t enjoy the nonwashable stain of blood on his clothes or the unending heaviness on his chest, he likes the peace and quiet that pristine clothes and a clear mind can grant a person.

and he envies you sometimes, how your hands are clean from violence and how you smile at adversity with confidence that you’ll get past the hardships life gives you, you seem so content with fighting for your happiness, having to use tooth and nail to get to the simplest of milestones because life isn't kind.

Husband!Ghost doesn’t understand a lot of things in this world but doesn't dare to ask questions, not to you, not to anyone. He lives clueless in some ways, emotions not being his strongest point, but he manages, and he tries in silence for you, always for you, everything for you.

And he goes to therapy in secret, not wanting you to know, not because he thinks it makes him look weak, no. He just wants to keep you out of the darkest parts of his life, the ones that keep him up at night, the ones that make him want to kill himself because he shouldn’t have survived.

He sometimes regrets having survived.

Husband!Ghost worships the ground you walk on, remembers every little detail about you, the way your voice turns high-pitched when you’re excited, the way you flutter your eyelashes when you’re about to cry, the way you look away when you know you did something he advised you not to do alone. he has engraved every aspect of you on his head, repeating them in a loophole when he’s struggling.

God how much does he struggle without your continuous presence, it seems unfair of life to part your path constantly, tying a rope around your waist and pulling you away from him every time he is close enough to reach you. He is your husband, so why does life behave so maliciously?

Husband!Ghost loves you too much to bear the sight he has in front of him, and he knows one day the universe would pull you away from him completely, he knew he was doomed to lose you from the beginning, it was only a matter of time before his peace was interrupted by the grasp of a destiny he didn’t want to live.

but right now isn’t about putting blame on someone, on a higher being he didn’t believe in or a destiny he wasn’t sure existed or not, maybe it was all his doing and he’s just blaming a more powerful source to take away the weight on his shoulders, to make his misery easier to carry as times goes on.

he moves closer to you, his steps heavy as he dares in a second of bravery and adrenaline to step closer to you, his heart pounding on his chest in a way that makes him want to throw up but he carries on.

he kneels next to you on the bathtub, his hands reaching under the water to hold your body, limbs unresponsive to his touch. he pulls you out of the water, not caring that his clothes are getting wet, he pulls you on his lap, holding your lifeless body like it’s made of iron, his grip strong and unkind, he can’t bring himself to be kind, and normally such grip would form bruises but the lack of blood flowing through your veins doesn’t make it possible.

He doesn't remember much of that evening, the flashing blue and red colors seeping from the bathroom window reminds him of false hope, and the cold wind hitting his face and your body hidden away by a black bag reminds him of the unkindness of the world he thought often about.

Widower!Ghost looks at your face and he thinks you're pretty, you’re prettier than he remembers as he sees you dressed in all white, your hair styled in the way he remembered you had it on your wedding day, your makeup simple but adding the color on your skin he knew you had lost a long time ago.

and if it wasn’t for the casket and your chest not moving up and down he could’ve sworn you were alive. He stands next to you for a long time, not moving and nobody dares to pull him away. They knew he wouldn’t be able to bear the thought of being away from you when the lifetime he had promised you together would no longer happen.

Widower!Ghost knows you left at your own will, that you left because you couldn’t keep yourself alive any longer and a small part of him is glad you went out on your terms, but the other huge part of him is devastated.

Because he loves you with the same strength religious people love their Gods, his love for you is poetic, it is guttering, it’s a flame of fire that doesn’t stop burning, no matter the amount of water you may pour in it. And he may just be one man but he loves you with the force of a thousand.

Widower!Ghost contemplates leaving the same way you did, he contemplates the repercussions of his action, the “what if” that stumbles upon his plan as he makes it, mind concentrated and focused as he studies his choices, and he thinks about it over and over again. a cycle forming in his head as he loses the light in his eyes before he even makes the final decision.

and it seems cruel to pull you away from him, it feels like a punishable offense to take you away from him with how much he feels for you, with how much he values your existence by his side, the smell of your perfume on the pillowcase, the warmth of your skin on his.

Widower!Ghost feels as if his life had ended when yours did, and it seems only fair in his mind that he stops delaying the inevitable, that he takes the steps he felt fearful of taking when he was a teenager and had things to lose.

this time he doesn’t have anything to lose, you took everything with you when you perished in the bathtub. Ghost takes a deep breath, a mouthful of pills and a glass of water later is everything he needs.

He lays on his bed, staring at a picture of the two of you, his eyes feel heavy but he refuses to close them, not yet at least. He needs one last look at your face, the sound of your voice replaying on his mind one last time before he finally lets go.

God, you always said I love you so sweetly in his ear, he’s going to tell you he loves you too when he sees you again.

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thebiggerbear · 3 months

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Follow Me Into the Dark Part 1 - Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: The last person you expected shows up on one of the worst days of your life. Why on earth is Dean Winchester here and why is he asking you about your connections to the deceased?

A/N: Here we are. Part 1. This was what I originally intended for the "Sleep. I"ll keep you safe" prompt response but I ended up changing it because this felt too long to simply be a prompt response or even a one shot and I couldn't bear to cut it down to try to make it fit. It felt like the more it took form as I wrote, the more it deserved a proper fleshing out. So, alas, a short story. It's just an idea that I really had to explore. Not gonna lie, this might get a little dark. Hope this is alright.

Dividers are by @firefly-graphics,

This would be taking place during season 15.

All unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine.

Warnings: implied familicide; implied deaths of children; angst; heartbreak; grief; language (I guess?)

Word Count: 4814

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You sat in the pristine living room and stared at the coffee table as people milled around you. You could hear the hushed whispers of mourning for them, pity for you, and worst of all, judgment and condemnation of him. If you could, you’d throw each and every one of them out of this house right now. But it wouldn’t change the fact that they were gone. Every single one of them…gone.

You glanced up and caught sight of a framed picture of your niece holding onto her baby brother, smiling wide for the camera. You would never get to hold either of them again, chase Thea around the house and hear her squeals of laughter, tickle Tanner’s belly to hear those happy gurgles that only a baby could make — never again. A tear slipped from your eye that you quickly wiped away.

You were just about to get up and head into the kitchen to try to escape the harpy on your right, loudly whispering about how she’d always known something was off, when two tall men wearing suits entered your vision. Your eyes widened when you recognized one of them, and his expression mirrored your shocked one.

“Dean?” You asked in disbelief. You felt as if you had been sucker punched. Of course, on the absolute worst day of your life, he would show back up. The universe clearly had it in for you and wanted to destroy whatever little piece of you that was left. It had already brought you to your knees but that wasn’t enough. As if you weren’t already hollow inside…it wanted to finish the job.

The taller man to Dean’s left glanced back and forth between you. “Uh, do you two know each other?”

Dean looked at a loss for words for a moment but managed to answer with “You might say that.”

Seeing your face, Dean immediately looked apologetic. No, you couldn’t do this. Not today of all days. Not here, not now. “Right,” you muttered before making a hasty retreat to the kitchen as you’d planned to do prior to their arrival. You didn’t even bother looking back. Hopefully, Dean and his friend would just leave.

You busied yourself with doing the dishes; you figured you’d get a head start on them now. A kindly neighbor had offered to do them but you shook your head and took over, not saying a word. Thankfully, whoever had been in the room had vacated it, giving you your space. You were grateful because you weren’t sure if you could take one more “I’m so sorry, dear” or “Did you have any idea?” You threw yourself into the mundane chore, opting not to use the dishwasher next to you. You needed the distraction, to focus on something other than how you were broken inside. You did your best not to cry when you came across the coffee cup your sister-in-law had helped Thea to make for Father’s Day this year. It was similar to the “Best Aunt Ever” one they’d sent you for your birthday.

Several dishes later, you heard a quiet throat clearing behind you but you refused to turn around to look or stop what you were doing. You knew who it was; you’d practically felt him walk into the room.

“Listen, Y/N, I’m sorry if—”

“Why are you here?”

That question seemed to throw him off guard. Good. “I wanted to say I’m—”

“No,” You cut him off before he could finish saying the two words you now hated with a passion. God knows he’d said it enough to you before he’d left you in the dust back in Sedona. “Why are you here?”

“We— I mean, my brother and I, we were in town and—”

You spun around, your eyes wide. “That was Sam?”

He gave you a nervous yet proud smile. “Uh, yeah. That’s Sammy.”

After a moment, you nodded and went back to doing the dishes. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that Dean had moved closer, looking unsure and slightly fidgeting.

“So you… You knew the family?”

You stopped for a moment, thinking maybe you didn’t want to have this conversation that he seemed intent on having. You’d closed the book on him years ago and there was no reason to rehash any of it. It was the same old story anyway: girl meets boy; girl has incredible sex with boy; girl spends a few weeks holed up with boy; girl falls hard for boy and makes the mistake of telling him; boy immediately breaks her heart by telling her he doesn’t feel the same and then leaves girl behind to deal with the fallout of a shattered heart alone. Definitely nothing to rehash there. “You never answered my question. Why are you here?”

“Sam and I were in town and we just happened to see an article online about what happened.”

You huffed out a snort as you slipped another wet dish into the drying rack. “Article online about what happened…”

“I meant that we—”

The anger that had been simmering all day suddenly started coming to the surface as you replayed his words over and over in your head. “Is that what you and Sam do? Look around for funerals to crash and poke around because you and your brother have some morbid curiosity you need to satisfy? To set up your next true crime podcast or YouTube channel? What?”

“What? Podcast? No. That’s not what I—”

“You know what, Dean, I don’t even care. Just take your brother and get out. I have enough to deal with today without you screwing up my life yet again.” How dare he? He was definitely not the man you remembered. Or maybe he was; maybe he was the man who had used you and left you behind without once looking back.

He laid a gentle hand on your shoulder but that was it. “Y/N, I didn’t mean—”

You shirked his hand off. “Just go,” you yelled, feeling a sudden rush of fury charge through you. “That’s what you’re good at! Just leave, Dean, and don’t look back!” At the same time, the glass in your grip suddenly shattered, making you gasp as red rivulets began to run down your palm.

Dean was suddenly there with a dish towel, gently cradling your hand as he slowly pulled a small shard of glass out, making you hiss in pain. He then ran your hand under the water, eliciting another pained hiss, before wrapping the towel tightly around your hand. “There a first aid kit here somewhere?”

“In the bathroom, I think.”

Dean glanced over to where you gestured and nodded. “Alright, hold this tight and take a seat. I’ll be right back.” You did as he instructed, quietly thinking over what just happened. Dean was incredibly focused and on it, no hesitation, but that wasn’t what gave you pause. Where did that spike of anger come from? And more disturbingly, why did you have the strongest urge to throw that glass at him before it actually broke in your hand? You weren’t a violent person by any means; you never put your hands on another person, never had the urge to. Sure, you’d imagined slapping a guy that deserved it when he got too handsy while being an arrogant jerk one time but you never actually felt the burning impulse that you felt just before. You glanced over at the photo mug in the drying rack and tears sprang to your eyes as you felt your heart break yet again (how was there anything left to break at this point?) when you realized maybe you actually were that type of person after all. The very worst sort of person that had some darkness or bad inside them that was lying dormant waiting for the right victim to come along so you could unleash it on them.

You tried to shake the hopeless thoughts from your head. You knew that was your shock, grief, and misery speaking. Instead, you changed the lens to a logical one and began to explain away what had happened. Perhaps it had been Dean’s words or his very appearance. Or it could be what had happened and why you were here today. Or maybe it was even a combination of everything. The glass you had broken hadn’t been light, sure, but perhaps there had been a crack in it before that you hadn’t noticed. And it absolutely made sense that you were lashing out at Dean. He had shown up out of nowhere and began asking questions because of an article he’d read online, not even one of them being a simple ‘how are you?’. He hadn’t seen you in years and while he might not have known exactly who you were in relation to this situation, you were here for a funeral and you were washing dishes, everyone was trying to give you their condolences and watching you with pity — didn’t that account for something in his mind?

You didn’t have much more time to think on it when Dean suddenly reappeared with the first aid kit in hand. He laid it down on the table in front of you and slipped his jacket off, throwing it over the back of an empty chair. He quickly rolled up his shirt sleeves and took the seat next to you, gently taking your hand and carefully unfurling your fingers. “Alright, let’s see what we’ve got.”

You watched as he studied the slice in your palm. “Not too deep,” he approved. He then began checking your skin for any other glass fragments or cuts. When he determined you were good, he began to soak a cotton ball with peroxide before turning a wide smile on you. “Did you hear the one about the priest and the cop?”

Your brows furrowed. He was now trying to make jokes? Seriously? Not to mention, no, you’d never heard of that one nor did you want to. “The priest and the—” You let out a loud hiss and you dug your teeth into your bottom lip. “Fuck,” you painfully whispered.

You moved your gaze from the cotton ball being dabbed against your broken skin to Dean who was watching you intently. He gave you an apologetic smile. “Sorry,” he murmured.

“It’s fine,” you forced out as he continued to clean you up.

“So you didn’t tell me how you knew the family.” It was obvious he was trying to distract you from the painful stings of the ointment he was using but it also set your teeth on edge that he was still trying to get answers out of you that he wasn’t entitled to.

When you didn’t respond, he glanced up at you expectantly.

Fine. Whatever. Let him judge along with all the others. I don’t care. It’s not like he matters to me anymore. “He was my brother,” you whispered.

Sure enough, his green eyes opened wide in surprise. “He was your brother?”

You gave a reluctant nod, choosing to glance around the room rather than look at him.

“So the kids, they were…”

Your vision blurred slightly and you were unable to speak due to the lump that had been in your throat all day, making it hard to swallow. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from crying. You were resolved that you would not cry in front of anyone today, and you definitely would not cry in front of Dean Winchester. He’d seen enough of your tears back in Arizona.

You felt the movements on your hand cease altogether and you turned back to see the pity you’d been getting all day staring back at you. You hated it. “I’m so sorry.”

You nodded as if on autopilot and dropped your gaze back to your hand, waiting for him to finish so you could get out of here, away from him, away from the pity and the judgment that was sure to follow. He resumed the bandaging a moment later and you both spent the rest of the time in silence.

His brother’s appearance broke it. “Everything okay in here?”

Dean glanced up at you before looking at Sam. “Uh, yeah. Just a little accident but she’s good as new.” You saw him wince slightly at the words though he tried to hide it. That ticked your irritation a little higher though you had no idea why.

“May I?” Sam asked you, pulling out one of the empty chairs. At your subtle nod, he took a seat. You knew you should introduce yourself, finally officially meet the younger brother you’d heard so much about years ago, but you didn’t have it in you. You also weren’t surprised when Dean didn’t move to introduce you or that it was painfully obvious that he had never told Sam about you which just made you feel worse. It didn’t hurt, not in the way it would have back then, but it was like someone scratched a nail lightly along a long healed scar you had which would make you flinch slightly, hoping the nail would go away and forever leave the injury site untouched. Like a crater in the earth from a small asteroid; best to just leave it be and let nature take its course.

You flexed your hand as Dean put the dressings back into the kit.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Sam offered.

Feeling that autopilot mode come back into play, you mumbled, “Thank you.”

“I can’t imagine how tough this has been on you and your family.” You nearly snorted; what family? Perhaps they hadn’t noticed but you were it. “But if you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to ask you a couple of questions about Scott and Leah.”

You briefly closed your eyes in pain at hearing their names, but not before you saw Dean’s head snap up to give Sam a look. “Not now.” He spoke in a tone that brooked no argument.

Sam’s brows furrowed in confusion and he tilted his head questioningly, but remained silent.

You decided you’d had more than enough and you slowly got to your feet. Dean stood up as well, his hands reaching out to you as if to steady you, hanging in the air and unsure. You simply stared at him until he lowered his arms and compulsively swallowed. You spared a glance over at Sam and then turned to leave.

“Y/N.”

You stopped in your tracks but didn’t turn around.

“Is there anything we can do? Anything you need?” Dean softly asked.

Anything they could do…anything you needed… You needed your family back, you needed to turn back the hands of time and get here sooner when Leah had called you out of the blue last week and begged you to come talk to Scott, saying he wasn’t acting like himself and she was worried. But since that didn’t appear to be an option, you simply shook your head and quietly answered, “Thank you for coming.” You then continued your trek out of the room, past the people who continued to offer you empty condolences or mutter statements like “They seemed like such a happy family”, and headed up the stairs, not caring in the least that you had a house full of people expecting you to be present so they could offer meaningless sympathies to someone. You ran to the bathroom and shut yourself inside it, sinking down behind the door and burying your face into your arms, hiding until everyone left and you could be alone again. You may have let out a few tears, a few quiet sobs, but no one would ever know.

…

“Dean, we can’t just leave her,” Sam tried to reason with his brother as they passed the crowd slowly making their way out of the home and headed towards the Impala. “We don’t even know what we’re dealing with yet.”

Dean pulled his keys out of his pocket, opening the back door of Baby to toss his jacket into. After you’d gone upstairs, he’d finished the dishes so you wouldn’t have to. He wouldn’t admit it to Sam but seeing the glass sticking out of your skin, you bleeding — it bothered him tremendously. It might have been a simple cut that had been easily patched up but it was you. It didn’t sit right with him just like this whole case hadn’t from the get go.

He certainly hadn’t been expecting to see you after all of this time, while he was on a case of all things. He had hoped you were off living your life somewhere, happy as could be, in love, maybe have a kid or two — whatever you’d wanted. He had wanted you to have a normal life, a life untainted by the things that go bump in the night, something he would never get to experience himself. That was why he’d done the impossible and left you back in Sedona all those years ago. Granted, he’d been young and untethered and idiotic but those weeks he spent with you, those he would never forget. You were gorgeous, funny as hell, great in bed, you had a killer smile, and oh did you have one hell of a kind heart. You were a good girl with a wild streak who for some reason picked him though you could have had any number of guys knocking at your door. How could he not have fallen head over heels for you? And when you told him you loved him, being the first to say it between you, he’d felt something he never had before. When he was sixteen, he thought he knew what love was but boy had he been wrong.

Dean had wanted to stay with you back then, to hunker down and see where things went between you. After all, what would it hurt to put down roots for a little bit and not have to travel from motel room to motel room? To not have to sleep in the Impala for once? Besides, if Sam got to go to college and live his life, why couldn’t Dean do the same for a little while? It’s not like he would be quitting hunting or abandoning his dad to it alone, so why not? He may have only been 23 but he wanted to experience something he had always dreamed about but was told he would never have, and he wanted to experience it with you. Hell, you didn’t even need to stay in Sedona; you could settle down in Phoenix or Mesa or Tucson — or even travel to a different state. As long as he had you, he didn’t care where the two of you settled.

But of course, that had only been a dream, a momentary fantasy that felt real enough to almost touch before it was snatched out of his reach. John had called and demanded that he haul ass to Las Cruces to help him on a werewolf hunt, reminding him that he had an obligation to the family. Especially now that they were one man down thanks to Sammy’s big college adventure. Dean had tried to tell his father about you and the plan you both came up with, he really did, but John wouldn’t hear of it. The older man insisted it was infatuation, not the real thing, that he was too young to think about settling down, not to mention he was a hunter. And his dad scoffed when Dean mentioned that the way he felt about you reminded him of the stories John used to tell him and Sam about their parents meeting when they were young. He even proudly mentioned that you knew the words to every one of his favorite Led Zeppelin songs; he’d checked. He just knew John would love you if he’d be willing to meet you.

John then hit him with the truth that Dean had kept buried deep down and refused to acknowledge. If he stayed with you, you would never be safe. Even if he left hunting to be with you, you’d forever have a target on your back from every nasty evil thing he’d ever hunted. Just look at what happened to his Mary after she’d left hunting for a normal life. It followed her right up to Sammy’s nursery that night back in 1983 and killed her in front of his eyes. Dean’s own eyes had misted up as John’s words registered and from the silence, John knew he had been heard.

“Do what you have to do, son. I’ll see you in the morning.” The line clicked and Dean stared at the phone, a tear slipping down his cheek.

Needless to say, Dean had broken it off with you that very day, determined to ignore your tears and heartbroken pleas, knowing he was doing the right thing by you. He said what he knew you needed to hear, though it cut him up inside to say it.

“I love you, Dean. Please,” you’d tearfully begged him. “Don’t leave.”

“I have to. I didn’t realize this was getting serious. I mean, we holed up together for a few weeks, we had some great sex, we had some laughs, some drinks, and a good time together, but that’s all it was ever going to be. You had to know that going into this, when you took me home from the bar that night. I’m pretty sure I even told you that I was only looking for a fun time while I was waiting for my next job. No strings attached because I’m just rolling through, remember?”

As he watched the heartbreak play upon your face, he cowardly looked away as he rolled up his spare pairs of jeans and threw them into his duffel. If he looked at you, you’d see just how much you meant to him and just how much this was hurting him to have to do this to both of you.

“I’m 23 for Christ’s sake. I’m not looking to settle down, move in with a girlfriend, or get married and start cranking out kids. I want to live my life before I even start thinking about any of that crap.”

“But you said that you wanted to find a place together. You said you wanted to be with me. You said—” You whispered brokenly.

Dean’s jaw hardened and he turned away from you under the guise of grabbing his t-shirts and Henleys from the dresser drawer, shutting his eyes tightly. “It was just all talk. You know, us talking about what we’d do if our lives were different, what we’d want, like in a fantasy future. That kind of thing. I never actually meant any of it.” He heard the tiny gasp behind him and his fingers clenched around the material in his hands. Just get it done already. You’ve got work to do. The thought had been in John’s voice but Dean knew the thought was his own. He had to do this. He didn’t want to hurt you but he didn’t have any other choice. He couldn’t tell you why he had to leave and why he had to go without you. He couldn’t tell you that he was breaking your heart to keep you safe. He couldn’t admit that he was breaking his own so you could go and live a normal life, something he would never get to experience himself, so you could be happy after you forgot about him and dismissed him as a fun and wild lay that one time when you were young. That thought cut deeply into his chest and his resolve strengthened. No more drawing this out. You needed to let him go and move on; it was the only way to keep what he hunted in the shadows from ever touching you.

“I didn’t think you did, either,” he forced out. Though he heard the beginning of a sob behind him in response, he made himself open his eyes and turned around to pack the rest of his stuff. He never allowed himself to look over at you to see the pain he’d inflicted on you; he heard it well enough.

Even when he threw his bags in the backseat of Baby and slammed the door shut, he refused to meet your wet gaze. He kept his hands glued to his sides, clenched in fists, because they itched to pull you into his arms for one last hug, for one last kiss to your head, but he wouldn’t allow himself to. He didn’t deserve it. “Take care of yourself, Y/N.” Without waiting for your response, he got into the Impala and started her up, revving the engine before pulling away from you for good.

He would never forget the devastated look on your face in his side view mirror as he drove away from you, how you’d hugged yourself and brokenly turned to go back into the motel room the two of you had shared. It wasn’t any consolation but he was glad he’d handled the bill earlier and he’d even charged another week to one of the cards he had so this way you wouldn’t have to worry about a thing. You could take a little time to figure out where to go from there. Sure, if his dad knew, he’d tear him a new one, but he never intended on telling John or anyone about you. You’d be better protected that way. No demon or witch could mine that information. And since he himself didn’t know where you’d go, they wouldn’t be able to get it out of him either. Not to mention, he told himself over and over that he didn’t love you until he began to believe it. That you two wouldn’t have worked out and you had just about run your course before John had called him. Who was to say that you two would have even been able to settle on an apartment or house to move into together? You barely knew each other. Plus, you were both young and you would change as you got older, as people do, and your dreams, desires, and needs would change. Either hunting would have taken a toll on the relationship or you would have grown apart. So, though it had been harsh, he had actually done you both a favor. He spared you both heartache later on by causing you a little at that moment. Dean was very good about compartmentalizing things when it suited him. You were safe and that was all that mattered. So yes, he made himself forget about you and how he felt about you, and he didn’t look back. That look of yours, though, that destroyed and heartbroken look…it had haunted him for months. But he told himself that if that was the price of protecting you, he’d gladly pay it. With enough alcohol, hunts, and faceless women, the memory of the look all but faded into the distance of the past.

Eventually, time passed and then of course, Cassie had come along. He’d learned from what had happened with you and he’d been up front with Cassie about who he really was and that didn’t end well. Not to mention his time with Lisa and Ben. But over this period of time, he had also finally convinced himself that you had probably gotten over him and found somebody else who could give you the life he never could, the life you deserved. He wanted that for you and yet it seemed that no matter how hard he’d tried to give it to you in his own way all those years ago, the supernatural and all the pain and devastation it brought seemed to have found you anyway.

“We’re not leaving her,” Dean assured his brother after breaking himself out of his reverie. Ignoring Sam’s confused expression at Dean opening the driver side door, he glanced up towards the upper level of the house, knowing you were hiding away somewhere beyond those walls. An elderly neighbor had assured him that she and her husband would stay in the home for the next hour or so in case you needed anything.

He slipped into the driver seat, followed by Sam getting in on the passenger side, and started Baby up. He put the car into drive and pulled away from the curb, intent on getting to the motel to change and ready himself for the conversation he knew he needed to have with you now. Truthfully, it was a conversation he should have had with you a long time ago. It was time to give you the talk. He’d left you alone back in that motel room all of those years ago; he wasn’t about to make the same mistake twice.

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epinebleue · 7 months

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love me now (m) | 02

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in which you have to babysit your niece.

pairing: johnny suh x reader (female)

genre: established relationship!au, mature.

warnings: explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (reader’s on the pill), mention of post-partum depression.

chapter index

Ever since your sister gave birth, she hasn’t known rest.

Witnessing her go through pregnancy, labor, and postpartum depression had been simply heartbreaking. She’s living proof that motherhood is indeed difficult: the bags under her eyes are very telling.

So, when her husband asks you to babysit your niece to take her on a trip for her birthday, you accept right away.

On a Friday at seven in the morning, your sister gets in the guest room. She wakes you up, telling you they’re already leaving. You get up slowly, trying not to wake Johnny up. Luckily for you, he’s a heavy sleeper.

Your brother-in-law leaves their suitcases by the door as your sister hands you the keys to their house, teary-eyed.

“I can’t believe I’m abandoning my baby.”

“You’re not abandoning her. It’s just four days, she’ll be okay. You’re the one who needs attention and love right now.”

Your sister ends up nodding because she really needs some time away from dirty diapers and baby talk. You tightly hug them both and watch them leave, wishing for a safe trip and closing the main door once they disappear in the elevator at the end of the hallway.

You tiptoe back to your room, noticing that Johnny changed his position while you were gone. He’s lying on his stomach, hugging the pillow. It gives you a great view of his muscular back.

The gym is surely paying off.

You slip back in bed, and upon sensing movement, Johnny rolls over. Something in your stomach turns when you hear his raspy voice, his breath fanning your neck, giving you goosebumps.

“They left?”

He holds your waist to pull you in, satisfied once your back touches his bare, warm chest. You hum and nod, finding comfort in his embrace. You close your eyes, ready to drift away for a few more hours, or until your niece decides it’s been enough.

Your boyfriend, however, has other plans.

You snap your eyes open when Johnny presses his boner against your ass.

“Oh my God, Johnny!” You chuckle, slapping the hand that is trying to sneak inside your pajama pants. “There’s a baby in the next room.”

“Then keep it low.”

“Are you serious right now?”

“What?”

Johnny successfully shoves his hand inside your pants on the second try.

“You’re unbelievable.”

He collects your arousal, clicking his tongue at the feeling. You squirm against his body, knowing that his morning voice has affected you more than you care to admit.

“And I haven’t even touched you.”

You can’t see him, but you know there’s a smile on his face as he teases your entrance with his fingers.

“You’re in no position to make fun of me.” You protest, pushing your hips back out of the blue.

“At least I’m not trying to hide it.”

“Shut up.”

Johnny pushes a finger into you, making you hold your breath and close your eyes. He doesn’t wait long before adding a second one, pulling them in and out slowly. It makes you move against them, craving more.

You try hard to be quiet, biting your lower lip to stop yourself from moaning too loudly, but your boyfriend’s fingers are so long and they stretch you so deliciously, reaching all the right places. He rubs himself against your ass again, as if fucking you from behind.

It’s no surprise that you moan louder than you should, forcing Johnny to put his free hand over your mouth.

He shushes you, his lips brushing your ear, voice so deep and low that he has you clenching around his fingers. “We don’t want to wake the baby.”

You’re a few pumps away from your orgasm, and judging by how Johnny moves his hips, he’s close as well. Something inside you tells you that you should be ashamed of coming so fast, but honestly, who cares? Finishing soon simply probes how skilled Johnny is, and how good he makes you feel.

But Johnny loves edging, so he pulls out his fingers last second. A protest dies in your throat the moment you feel him take off his clothes, ordering you to do the same. Of course, you comply immediately.

Your boyfriend gets on top of you, supporting his weight with his forearms to avoid crashing you. You kiss him desperately, lifting your hips, craving to be full again. And he seems to take the hint, grabbing his length and teasing your entrance before pushing into you.

Your arms find their way around his neck to bring him down and kiss him again as he moves, slowly. There’s something addictive in Johnny’s lips. They’re so soft, so warm. You could spend the rest of your lifetime kissing them.

You move your hips along the rhythm Johnny sets, feeling him go further. He muffles your moans with his mouth, swallowing each one of them.

Having been so close before, you know you won’t last long as your walls tighten around his length again. Hopefully, he won’t stop this time.

The pace quickens as Johnny fucks you into the mattress. You’re seconds away from your so-longed-for orgasm, the familiar knot in your stomach about to burst.

And then, you hear a cry in the distance.

Johnny pulls out in the blink of an eye, leaving an uncomfortable emptiness behind. Your high dissipates as you whine and lift the sheets, putting on your underwear and pants to run towards your niece’s bedroom.

Thick tears are falling down her chubby cheeks as she grips the edge of the cradle, her hair messy. Her hands go up the moment you appear, begging you to pick her up. You press her close to your chest, bouncing her little body and patting her back softly, comforting her.

You grab the plush red dragon that you bought when she was born from the toy trunk., shaking it in front of her face in hopes that it’ll make her stop crying. It works, so you give her the toy and walk back to the room, passing by the bathroom on the way, where Johnny’s washing his hands.

“She must be hungry.” You sit on the bed, sitting your niece in the center of the mattress. She plays with the toy, tears already gone, and makes a sound when Johnny enters the room. When he sits on the edge of the bed, she crawls on all fours in his direction. Johnny opens his arms and holds her when she gets to him.

Your niece loves Johnny, all children do; he’s like a kid magnet. You can’t help but think how an amazing father Johnny would be while you watch them play together. And how hot he looks when around kids.

Your maternal instinct has you drooling over him.

“Can you stop eating me with your eyes?” He says, a cocky smile on his face, holding the baby’s hands as she stands.

“I’m sorry.” There’s no sign of regret in your voice, though. “But you look really sexy right now.”

“Chill, woman. There’s a baby right here.”

“You didn’t care about that five minutes ago.”

Johnny’s too invested in playing with your niece to even think of a proper comeback, so you decide it’s time for breakfast. Johnny follows you to the kitchen, carrying your niece in his arms, giggling as he rubs his nose against hers.

Taking a look at the cabinets, you decide to make some coffee and toast. You set the coffee pot on the ceramic hob and wait for the water to boil.

In the meantime, you prepare some formula for your niece. You’ve seen your sister do it several times, so it comes out naturally. Johnny has sat your niece on her highchair, by his side. You give her the bottle, and she immediately shoves the nipple in her mouth, sucking.

Johnny looks at her in awe, caressing her soft hair.

“She’s so cute.” He says, speaking in a baby voice.

“I’m jealous.” You pout. “What about me?”

Johnny shrugs. “You’re okay, I guess.”

Johnny lets out a loud laugh at your open mouth. You turn around, deeply offended, but he grabs your wrist and pulls you closer to him. You try to fight him, even though you know that Johnny is stronger than you are. Your niece observes everything from her seat, drinking her milk, unbothered.

You spend the rest of the morning watching TV, playing with the baby, and Facetiming your sister.

Johnny will prepare lunch as you feed the baby. Your sister has told you what she has to eat, so you pick up a jar of baby food from the cupboard beside the fridge. Johnny notices your face of utter disgust, and it makes him laugh.

“What?”

“This looks awful, what the fuck?” A wave of guilt washes over your body. “How can this mashed green thing possibly taste good?”

You open it to smell it for a second before pulling it away, faking a gag.

“You’re so dramatic. I bet it’s not that bad.” Johnny takes the jar from you and copies your actions. He doesn’t gag, but by the way he frowns, you can tell that he thinks the same. “Right, I'll take it back.”

“I wonder what it tastes like.”

“Try it.” Johnny grabs a spoon and sinks the tip into the jar.

You shake your head, taking a step back when he approaches you, spoon up.

“Absolutely not.”

“I’ll give you twenty bucks if you eat this.”

You laugh, half in disbelief, half in distress. “Are you trying to blackmail me for real?”

“Thirty.”

“John!”

“Come on, don’t be a coward.”

Johnny insists, bringing the spoon closer to your face, which you try to block with your hands.

“I’ll fucking fight you, Johnny, I swear!”

“I’d love to see you try.”

You open your mouth, about to defend yourself, and Johnny takes advantage of it to shove the spoon in your mouth. He runs away, laughing at how your face twists in disgust.

How can your sister feed this to her daughter? How can your niece like it?

Johnny leaves the jar and the spoon on the kitchen countertop the moment you prepare to pounce on him.

“You’re a dead man.”

There’s a struggle as Johnny tries to stop you from twisting your nipples. The kitchen is filled with your niece’s giggles, who witnesses the scene from her highchair, shaking her baby teether.

In the afternoon, you go for a walk in the park. On your way, you stop to take pictures of every single tree you see, Johnny patiently waiting for you a few steps away, holding the handles of the baby’s cart.

Autumn has painted New York red, orange, and yellow; it has covered the streets with crunchy leaves, making it feel as if you were inside a rom-com.

Johnny has a blast playing with your niece, looking at her with adoring eyes. You lose count of how many pictures and videos you take of them.

Sitting on a park bench, observing them while you sip on your warm coffee, you realize that Johnny’s definitely the one. You’ve thought of it in the years you’ve been together, but you have never been so sure of it.

Better said, you’ve never been so sure of anything in your life.

The baby is in her crib now, sleeping soundly. With your fingers, you softly caress her cheek. Johnny joins you, hugging you from behind. He kisses the top of your head, and you melt in his arms, resting the back of your head against his chest.

“Look at her little hands.” You whisper, careful not to wake her up. “She’s adorable.”

“I know.”

“Have you ever thought about having kids?”

Johnny sighs deeply before answering, placing his chin on top of your head.

“The idea has crossed my mind, yeah.”

“With me, maybe?”

“You doubted it?” You don’t answer, knowing that Johnny has understood exactly what you meant with that question. Will you love me long enough to have my children? “I even have names in mind.”

His confession makes you turn around, the biggest smile on your face. You swallow the lump in your throat, aware that it would be weird if you started crying then and there.

“Really?” Johnny nods, his arms still around you, holding you close.

“Yeah.” He gives you a short, sweet kiss. “I’ll tell you when the time comes.”

You glance at your niece for the last time before leaving the room. You put your pajamas on and lie in bed. Your body, wasted from the tiring day, welcomes the warm feeling that being under the covers on a cold day gives.

You snuggle by Johnny’s side, his strong arm rounding you. His heartbeat sounds like a lullaby.

“Sleep well, love.”

Johnny kisses your forehead. In return, you smirk.

“Good night, daddy.”

“Don’t.”

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feyhunter78 · 5 months

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Chapter Eight - You've escaped the restaurant with Miguel, and now you sit in a fast food parking lot discussing the night's events.

Ch 9

You sit in Miguel’s passenger seat, burger in hand, fries balanced between your thighs and your vanilla milkshake in the cupholder, and he loves it. Loves how domestic it feels, how you happily eat your food, visibly relaxing into the leather seat.

“So, how did you meet Kasey?” You ask him, fiddling with the air conditioning vent in front of you.

“You’ll hate me.” Miguel says, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Never.” You say, smiling mischievously at him, intrigue emanating from you.

He knows you, knows you love hearing about any sort of drama as long as you’re not a part of it.

“One-night stand, she was hitting on my brother at first, then Mina stepped in, tried to fight her, so I convinced Kasey it would be better to ride me instead of a stretcher to the hospital.”

Your hand flies to your mouth. “You did not say that to her.”

He groans and gives you a guilty smile. “I did.”

“And she went home with you?”

Kasey is...spontaneous, an adrenaline junkie with an addictive personality and a desire to experience all life has to offer before she has to settle down. Which according to their last conversation would be soon. She’d just been promoted, a new position which would send her out to Vermont. She’d already bought a house, planned to move her dogs there, to reconnect with her sister, and nieces who lived only ten minutes down the road from her new place.

But for all her planning though she was still Kasey, she still wanted a few last moments of fun and Miguel was her favorite place to get them. “She’s obsessed with me.”

Your eyes are wide, shining with amused shock. “You literally said the words, ‘it would be better to ride me than a stretcher to the hospital,’ to her face?”

Miguel takes a calculated risk. “I think my exact words were, you’re a pretty girl and my sister-in-law can fight. So, why don’t we save you a trip to the hospital, and you ride my cock instead of a stretcher?”

Your scent changes, you shift in your seat, gorgeous thighs rubbing against each other. He basks in it, wants to go further, feel that save wave of arousal rolling off you that he did back in the restaurant when he called you a good girl.

“Yeah…maybe we don’t double-date anymore.” You say, dipping a fry in your milkshake, attempting to act entirely unfazed.

“Maybe not.” Miguel agrees. No need to double-date, soon Todd will be gone, Kasey will be gone, and it’ll just be us for all eternity.

He could sit here forever, music playing softly, the hum of the neon sign, your perfume filling the car, the cool night air weaving through the open windows.

After a while, you speak up. “Also, I’m sorry about Todd, he’s…” You trail off, staring at the night sky blankly.

“Kind of a dick?” Miguel fills in for you.

You snort, “yeah, kinda, but seriously he can be so nice sometimes.”

“Sometimes? Y/N he should always be nice to you, you’re amazing.” He wants to shake you, to tell you that Todd is the same as he’s always been, a cruel, selfish, and uncaring man.

It took everything in him to not lunge across the table and sink his fangs into Todd, to tear out his throat and leave him breathless and gurgling, blood staining that ridiculous outfit he wore.

You lean your head back against the headrest and Miguel admires the curve of your neck, how your hair falls back delicately, the steady beating of your pulse, the blood flowing through your veins. “I know…but I just…we’ve been together for a while now, and I always self-sabotage, so I never know if I’m making the flaws up in my head or not.”

“You’re not.” He says, taking a long drink of his own strawberry milkshake. He’ll be throwing it up later tonight, but it’s worth it.

You roll your head to look at him. “Really? How do you know?”

He shrugs, “I just do.”

You close your eyes and let out a long sigh. “I don’t know, I like him, and he doesn’t treat me terribly.”

“He thinks your job is worthless, and that your choices are made without thought, that much was clear.”

Your face scrunches up, eyes still closed. “He’s just so obsessed with money, and don’t get me wrong I want to be rich too, but not at the expense of living my life and doing things I actually enjoy.”

“A life without passions is not worth living.” He says, focusing on the horizon.

You’re quiet, he can hear your thoughts whirling around in your head, a jumbled mess of emotions threatening to tumble out and spill over.

“I just…” Your voice is strained, wobbly, and breaks in the middle.

Miguel glances over at you to see tears glistening as they slip down your cheeks. “Hey, hey, y/n, mi dulce, please don’t cry.” He reaches for your hand, capturing it between his own.

“I’m just so embarrassed, and mad, and tired and I…” You dissolve into sobs, your free hand covering your eyes, your body bending forward in the seat.

“No, no, don’t be embarrassed, why are you embarrassed?” He soothes, his thumb stroking the skin of your inner wrist.

“My fucking boyfriend asked your fuckbuddy for sex tips, and they didn’t even fucking work, but I know you’re good at sex because everyone raves about it, and now you know that I’m…”

Broken? A freak? Stuck laying under a guy who treats me like an object, makes me feel worthless?

Your thoughts are pouring into him, a rushing waterfall of doubt and insecurity.

He can’t sit by anymore, he releases your hand and cups your face, lifting it, so your eyes meet his. “Y/N, I know nothing except what you wish to tell me, I am not judging you, I am judging him, but not you, never you. You are—you deserve so much more than him, and I’m sorry if you feel like I’m overstepping, but I have to say something. You are a good person y/n, sweet, smart, funny, beautiful, dedicated, passionate, caring, and he—he is a wet chihuahua barking because he has nothing better to do.”

He can feel your internal battle, how desperately you want to believe him, how frightened you are of leaving Todd, because what if Miguel doesn’t feel the same as you? He knows you fear risking everything for a chance at nothing. So, he pulls back, you have to make this jump on your own, no matter how badly he wants to carry you.

“As your friend, I would be doing you a disservice by not telling you the truth.” He feels the pang in your heart echoing in his.

Friend, just friends.

You nod, tears slowly drying. “Yeah, you’re right, thank you. It means a lot to me that you care so much.”

He brushes back a lock of your hair, admiring you in the glow of the streetlights. “No tienes idea de lo fácil que es amarte. Essentially, you make it very easy to care about you.” Trsl: You have no idea how easy it is to love you.

You smile at him, and your smile is like the sun blooming over the horizon, like his first breath of air after clawing out of his grave, it is you, you, you, you. “You’re so sweet, thank you.”

“You are easy to be sweet to.” He says, fighting the impulse to lean forward and connect your lips.

You bite back a laugh. “A wet chihuahua?”

He chuckles, caressing your face once more before forcing himself to let go. “It seemed an apt comparison, he’s so small compared to me.”

“Everyone is small compared to you, you’re a giant.”

There you are, his girl, smiling and teasing him, the light returning to your eyes. “I am not.”

“You are! Have you seen yourself? I swear your biceps are bigger than my head. And you’re so broad? Tell me right now, be honest, are you taking steroids?” He busts out laughing and you slap his shoulder. “Miguel, I’m serious, that can’t be natural.”

“I’m not taking steroids; I have good genetics and I work out regularly.” He explains. “It’s all about your diet.”

And I’m an immortal being with enhanced abilities, and physicality.

“Todd will never believe that he swears up and down that steroids are the only way to get really buff.”

“Does he want to gain muscle?” Todd wasn’t weak looking per se, but Miguel wouldn’t say he was “buff.”

You look down at your hands, mumbling. “I like guys with muscles.”

“What was that, dulce? I couldn’t hear you.” Miguel prods. His enhanced hearing of course caught your words, but he wants to hear you say it again.

You scrunch up your nose. “I like guys with muscles okay, I’m a bicep girl, I like having something to hold onto.”

“You like what you like.” Miguel flexes, casually reaching to turn down the music, but he can feel your eyes following his every movement.

“Yeah…but Todd says his ‘genetic makeup isn’t built for bulking’ so I guess that’s that.” You say, a hint of longing in your tone, when he reaches behind his seat to stretch out his shoulders.

Miguel wants to pounce. To take you in the backseat of his car and show you what his strength can do, let you sink your teeth into his biceps, scratch your nails down his back and shoulders, mark him, claim him.

“I hope he sleeps with Kasey.” Your words rip him from his thoughts.

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first date - eden and matt

eden was nervously smoothly down her outfit. days of facetime calls and texts shared with matt rempe had all lead to meeting in person for the first time since their initial meeting. her brother, anders, was on a roadtrip with his team, her sister-in-law grace was downstairs with the kids, eden’s nieces.

“hey eden, are you eating dinner with us?” grace asked and eden froze. she was in jeans and a sweater, obviously dressed nice and paying too much attention to her appearance. “oh, i’m actually going out with friends,” eden lied. she didn’t need anyone knowing that she, the sister of anders lee, captain of the new york islanders, that she was indeed seeing matt rempe, rookie of the new york rangers.

grace, knowing exactly what a 21 year old girl would be up to was second guessing eden, “okay… be safe, say bye girls.”

“bye aunt e!”

eden left the house, knowing the cameras out front, she knew that her brother could see if he wanted, that’s why matt was parked next door. eden walked to the car, heartbeat picking up as she approached. matt, black eye and all, was smiling as she opened the door. “hi,” she smiled as she got into the car. “hi, you look pretty.”

matt parked the car and the two had to walk a block to the restaurant. he was a gentleman, opening doors, making sure she walked on the inside of the sidewalk. “two please,” eden smiled at the host. she prayed no one knew who she was as most people gaped at matt, mainly because of his height and black eye.

matt was nervous. he had even texted his sisters before this, asking if he was hypothetically going on a date what should he wear. “so you leave for toronto in the morning?” eden asked. “yeah, we have to leave early too.”

“don’t go fighting anyone, i like when you don’t have a black eye,” she teased. “i asked if you wanted to reschedule!” he laughed. the two talked as they ate dinner. matt found out that eden lived in new york with her brother after graduating college and that this was her “gap year” to figure out what she wanted to do with her life. anders and grace liked having her around, she helped with the kids and they liked seeing her often.

matt had told her that this hopefully would become a permanent stint in new york but that he liked hartford. “i hope you stay in nyc too.”

matt’s eyebrows raised in surprised, “really?”

“yeah, i guess i can like having you around.”

matt drove eden home. she was panicking internally when the car pulled into the neighborhood. she didn’t want to end the night. “thank you for tonight matt,” eden smiled, “i had a lot of fun.”

“i had fun too.”

eden wasn’t getting out of the car, just staring at matt. who was going to make the move first?

it was matt. he lifted her chin softly with his fingers as he leaned over the center console. “can i-”

“please do.”

matt kissed her. despite his healing split lip, eden felt like she was on cloud nine. it was perfect. his hand still under her chin.

matt parked the car next door as he did when he picked her up. he made sure to lean up to watch her get to the door and waited until the porch light shut off to leave. “oh hi grace, didn’t think you’d still be up,” eden said as her heartbeat picked up. “just wanted to make sure you got home okay, have a fun night?”

“the best.”

eden was gone to her room in seconds. grace simply smiled, pretending not to notice the hartford wolfpack bracelet on eden’s wrist that definitely wasn’t there before.

#eden and matt

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mhathotfic · 18 days

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Shouto falling in love with who should have been his sister-in-law and treasuring the small moments he gets small glimpses of because he couldn’t possibly have this for himself.

This was supposed to be Touya’s little family, supposed to be his wife and baby girl, it’s not Shouto’s to covet.

But in moments like this, with his eldest brother gone leaving her to rely on his family for help, it’s easy enough for him to forget about why that was.

He came over early to pick little one up for school and gets lost in the domestic sight of a breakfast shared between mother and daughter. “You're early! I have some extra food, let me make you a plate!” she gets up before he can answer and he can't help but think it's a very wifely thing to do

“you can sit next to your niece” and just as quickly as it came, the thought is crushed.

#bnha todoroki #mha todoroki #one sided love

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toaarcan · 1 month

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You ever think about how extremely traumatic the first two arcs of the Archie reboot would've been for all the characters?

They're just living their normal lives, when one day Sonic starts babbling about a completely different history where most of them were in extremely dire straits, and starts using Nicole to overwrite their extant memories with those of the previous universe.

Like, imagine being Sally in that situation. You come home from a dangerous but routine mission to find all your friends acting like you've just come back from the dead. They hand you your computer and suddenly your mind is filled with memories of a much different world to this one, a much darker and more painful one, filled with death and constant betrayal. Your last memories are now filled with weeks of watching your mechanised, vivisected body mindlessly serve your nemesis, and try to kill your friends and family. You were (probably) awake when Eggman carved you up with a blowtorch, while monologuing creepily about how smart you are, right before he crammed a cannon in where your brain should be. You almost died because Eggman designed your new form so badly that you ran out of power on your first mission as his pawn, only to be 'saved' by someone who loved you, and now doesn't exist.

But it's not just that. That would be bad enough. You also remember that this other version of you had a living mother. A mother who loved her and supported her and tried to be there for her. Yours has been dead since you were a child. You're still a child, but you've never felt less like one than you do right now. You had a brother too. He had a wife and a daughter, you had a niece and and a sister-in-law. They're gone. In fact, they're not just gone. They never existed. You have memories of people that never existed. All your friends apparently do. These other versions of them all had families. Here, they're all orphans, except for Rotor, who now remembers a world where his father wasn't an abusive bastard that serves Eggman out of some warped sense of social darwinism, something he can never have in this one.

On the other hand, your father, whom you know as a kind, generous, and reasonable man, was in this other world a controlling, emotionally abusive asshole, a major factor in a massive mental breakdown you endured and struggled with for months on end.

And then shortly afterwards, these memories begin to fade. Maybe you're okay with forgetting Mecha Sally. Maybe you're okay with forgetting that Nigel was ever Maximilian. But now you're also forgetting Alicia and Elias and Megan and Alexis, people who only existed in your memory. You won't remember how many people Eggman killed with the Super Genesis Wave. There will never be justice for them, and in a few short days, you won't even remember their names.

#Sonic #Sonic the Hedgehog #Archie Sonic #Post-Reboot Archie Sonic #Sally Acorn #Meta #Sally should be allowed to hit Eggman repeatedly with a large axe #She deserves it #So does he #A part of me is somewhat glad that we never got a proper official reaction to the Mecha Sally arc from Sally herself #It allows me to envision it entirely through a fanfic lens where her response would not be stymied by being in a licensed book for kids #If I want to sit here and imagine that the first thing she did after waking up was put out a ''Kill on sight'' order on Eggman #I can do that and SEGA can't stop me #There's no official version where she's sad about it for a few issues and then everything goes back to normal #Really the reboot was a blessing in disguise #I don't think the book could've survived a revert to status quo without fundamentally breaking #The FF were hit with *way* too much trauma for that

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Blood Moon Ch.17

News of their engagement spread like wildfire through the rest of his family, Sy getting calls from his sisters-in-law the next day congratulating him along with his nieces and nephews (who were old enough to talk) being very excited that Annalisa was going to be their Aunt. She was a big hit with them, apparently. Annalisa got calls as well, having exchanged numbers with them the previous day during lunch. None of them mentioned or even hinted at their “conditions”, so either his brothers didn’t tell inform their wives (or ex-wife in the case of Jake), or they didn’t want to talk about it over the phone. It would have to be brought up eventually, as Annalisa had been correct, they would notice that she and Sy didn’t age as the children got older.

The idea that what made him turn furry also made him immortal was...something he'd unpack later, but the fact that it meant he would literally be spending forever with his Mate, and she wouldn’t watch her Tovaras age and die while she stayed the same, was a comfort.

“Hey, babe?” Sy said as he lounged in the couch in her office and she hummed in response, not looking up from her monitor. “Annalisa.”

“Yes?” She asked, catching his tone.

“What happens...what happens if a vampires’ Tovaras dies?” He asked, “You said that you knew Markus wasn’t because his death didn’t destroy you. What would’ve happened if he had been?”

“You sure you want to know?” She asked and he paused.

“Yeah.” He said finally.

“I’d die.” She said simply, “Not right away, but I...” She sighed, “I saw it happen once, a friend of mine, a member of my coven. His Tovaras, Daniel, died in a car accident before he had a chance to Turn him.”

“Okay.”

“David just...stopped. Everything. He stopped going out, he stopped talking to people, he stopped feeding. It wasn’t just grief, it wasn’t just him being depressed from losing his lover, he was...he was dead inside. We tried to help him, tried to get him to feed, getting him animal blood, human blood from donation drives run by vampires for those who don’t want to take from the source, but he wouldn’t. He couldn’t. He starved to death.”

“Fuck.” Sy said with a sigh, running a hand over his face.

“We had him cremated and his ashes interred next to Daniels’.” She said, “If something happened to you, or if you were still human and refused to let me Turn you, I would suffer the same fate, but I wouldn’t care. You were gone, so I wouldn’t have any reason to live. I’d have died when you did, but my physical death would come later.”

“I’m almost afraid to ask what would happen to me if you died.” Sy said and she sighed. “You know, don’t you.”

“Yeah, Kyle, I do. Wolves that lose their Mates go insane, go rabid, and need to be...put down, for their own sake and the safety of everyone around them.”

“Fuck.” He said again and she got up from her desk, going over to the couch and laying on him gently, her head on his chest and her hands holding his sides. He wrapped his arms around her immediately, holding her tight. “I’m not losin’ you. Never. And you’re never losin’ me."

"The rest of your family needs to be told about us." She said, "Preferably before the wedding."

"I know. I want my brothers there when it happens, so they can keep'em calm if one of them flips their shit about it."

"Pete called us monsters."

"Yeah. Yeah, he did. I'm not holdin' it against'im though, he was just worried about his babies."

"I've been called a lot of things over the years, "monster" isn't even in the top ten of the worst of it." She said and his hands rubbed over her back. "The coven will need to be notified of the engagement, as well."

"How's Eugene gonna take it? He gonna be a problem for us?"

"Most likely, but he'll just have to get over it."

“How do you feel about gettin’ married in a church?” He asked and she hummed.

“As long as holy water isn’t directly involved, I’ll be fine.”

“You good with crucifixes?”

“Jesus Christ was not the first, nor was he the last person to be crucified by the Roman Empire. It was basically their execution method of choice as it was brutal, highly public, and sent a message. Crucifixion was nothing special. If I had a reaction to that, I might as well have a reaction to guillotines or nooses. Besides, there are Muslim vampires, Hindu vampires, Jewish vampires, Agnostic and Atheist vampires, and it would make absolutely no sense for them to have a negative biological reaction to a symbol of a faith that they don’t adhere to.” She explained and he thought it over for a moment before making a small sound.

“Makes sense when you put it like that.” He agreed, “Why does holy water burn you, though?”

“I have a feeling that it’s less because it’s “holy” and more due to the belief of the priest that blessed it. They believe that it’s purifying, so it is. Their belief doesn’t work on crucifixes, though, because as I said, crucifixion wasn’t special or unique. There aren’t naturally occurring bodies of holy water.”

“And the whole silver thing? Ma has a silver candlestick that gave me one hell of a burn that I had to hide.”

“Allergy or sensitivity to silver is something that exists in humans. Whatever makes us us gives us that allergy cranked up to eleven. It’s why before the advent of modern mirrors, we had to avoid them. Not because we didn’t have a reflection, but because it was physically painful to be around them, like we were standing too close to an open fire. Modern mirrors don’t contain silver, so we’re good with those.”

“But the sun doesn’t hurt you.”

“Why would it?” She asked, looking up at him and he paused before giving a shrug.

#henry cavill #captain syverson #blood moon

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jadedwolf18-blog · 1 year

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Mini Phantom Invasion

<< Chapters One - Six | << Chapters Seven - Twelve | << Chapters Thirteen - Eighteen

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Mini Phantom Invasion - Mini Adventures

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Fourth lot of chapters begins! Thank you for all the interest and likes!

And the time line has caught up to the start of the Mini Adventures!

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Chapter 19

Danny fell silent after their recount of everything they had gone through, from when they died, all the to how they became king. They had shared bits and pieces with Dan and compared their live up till the Nasty Burger incident and how Danny’s was different after Dan was sealed away but it had never been in such detail or in one whole sitting. It felt like a weight, they didn’t know they had, had been lifted off their shoulders.

They had a brother, a blood related older sister who understands the feeling of being thrust into a hero role and a brother-in-law had also experienced finding out he was an entirely different race than they had been raised as. Not to mention their niece and now, officially, their daughter.

They had a family, people who understood in ways their friends and Jazz had never been able to do. They new their true heritage, even if half was still missing. They felt more whole than they’d ever felt, even before the accident. All the little odd behaviours they’d has a a child, that the Fentons had basically trained them out of doing, that they were told was wrong. They finally knew why and that they had in fact been normal behaviours for a mer-child.

Looking over to where Rukia and Elle were playing… they were relieved and happy that Elle would be able to embrace all of her instinct from the start. They still found themself holding back or suppressing some instincts, even around others of their kind. Years of being told, trained, to act human were hard to shake off.

****

Clock Work had come to inform them that the claiming ceremony was ready and the family of siblings and nieces made their way to the private room. The ceremony was short and sweet. An exchange of ectoplasm and a sworn oath of familial bond.

They had all been surprised, excluding Clock Work who was acting as the main witness, when Elle was engulfed in a bright light. Once it had faded they were met with a human looking Elle as a three year old.

Clock Work was quick to explain that the ceremony had corrected the unnatural age progression that Vlad had put her through in the pod, as well as the error in her make up that had made her susceptible to destabilisation, even with the Ecto dejecto. She was now a true Halfa. Her memory was still intact but she would now act more her true age.

Danny had scooped Elle up and held her close, they had always had the fear, that she would one day disintegrate and they would not be able to help her. This was one less fear they had to worry about. She was safe and healthy and she will never destabilise again.

****

Dan sighed as he slumped back into his chair. Dan had a strange mix of emotions, he wanted to go after Vlad for what he had done but he was happy to have another niece, there was also the jumbled thought on if Elle could be counted as his as well or if, despite being the same person, their genetics were different.

It was something to look into, for curiosities sake, for all they knew they could actually be brothers… their mother could travel dimensions for fucks sake, it was in the realm of possibility. Did Clock Work know? Who was he kidding, they probably did. Continuing that thought he wondered if they had the same father? Was a different time period also considered a different universe? It that was the case, how did he end up the same in the same environment, with the same people? He new of other Earths, thanks to his time with the JL. They had made no progress in finding their father…

Maybe it was time they asked Clock Work directly. He didn’t have much hope in finding him nor that he would be happy to learn about them, to be honest, unless Clock Work hinted or told them where to look. Considering time, would their father even be alive now? They didn’t have a time frame or any indication of what time period or universe he was from. He didn’t particularly care either way but Danny…He would keep looking for his brother’s sake.

His intrusive thoughts were interrupted by a pat to his leg, looking down he came face-to-face with his youngest niece.

“Hi!” The smile on the three year olds face made him wary. It was to much like Danny’s, when they were up to something, to not be suspicious. Dan knew for a fact he did not smile like that when planning something. Danny had told him many times he had more of a smirk, Danny, and therefore Elle, had a smile that radiated to much innocence that anyone who was not familiar with the little gremlin would never suspect the chaos they had, were causing or will cause in the future.

“Hi… can I help you?” He continued to watch for any hint of what she was up to, as her eyes widened and her smile brightened, his senses prickled further. Danny had caught him off guard, more times than he’d like to admit, with that look. Were her eyes sparkling…?

“Can I call you Uncle Udon too?” Dan stared before slumping further into his chair, in resignation. ‘I’m never going to shake this nickname now.’ His siblings’ laughter and his older niece’s giggles just further cemented the thought.

****

Their older sister and her family stayed with them for a week after the coronation and Dan had informed the JL that both he and Phantom would be off world for the week and had Katana checking in with Japan during the week while Superman had offered to do a few flybys during his free time. Their claimed haunt was relatively problem free but they did suffer natural disasters at certain times of the year. Though they were quick to boot anyone who planned to cause trouble, before it could truly begin.

It had been nice, all the heavy stuff had been felt with on the first day and that left the rest of the week to relax and bond as a family. Rukia and Elle had become fast friends and they Danny, Lucia and Kaito got to know each other more and they had learned more about their Mother and the world their sister lived in. Sharing stories of being teen heroes in worlds that had no other heroes to guid them. Danny was happy.

Once their sister and her family had gone home, Danny and Dan had returned to Japan and their home town, Elle in tow. To say the town was overjoyed was an understatement, they had shown a festival in honour of Yuurei and the the fact that they would continue to prosper for many generations in the future. Elle had had a blast as she played with the town children and are to her hearts content. She loved the fact that she now had a place to, permanently, call home. That night they slept at the Shiro as the festival continued for three days.

****

Things had settled down, after three weeks, and Danny was only now ready to face the box of their mother remains. It was common for some ghosts to have keepsakes of family members, even the mere kept blood pearls, either to remember or as gifts of protection or proof of bonds. The thing was, usually, it was one or two pieces. A tooth, lock of hair, blood pearl or fur. Not every usable piece, like the Hunters had kept. Now faced with the box full of fins and scales… They didn’t know what to do. Deciding that they could figure it out later, they started organising them, trying not to think about where they had come from. Ells was taking a nap and Dan had come in at some point to help them. They were thankful for the quiet support.

****

Danny was exhausted. It didn’t happen often anymore, due to the power boost being King of The Infinite Realms gave them, but it had been a long two weeks. There had been an intergalactic war that was getting to close to their planetary orbit and almost everyone had gone to investigate and help, in any way they could, to resolve the problem peacefully. Everything had been going well but one side had decided that they still wanted the other planets resources. The JL were then fully dragged into the war. They were finally able to resolve thing with minimal casualties but it had taken its toll on everyone their.

Dan had stayed back so Earth wasn’t left unprotected while most of the heavy hitters were off planet. He had also kept an eye on Elle. Once Danny had returned home, despite their fatigue and heavy body, they had spent some much needed time with Elle. All three of them had gone to the hot spring and messed around as Danny unwound the tension they had built up over the weeks they had away.

It had been their first large scale fight, they had been involved with, Dan was usually the one to go on these kind of missions but this one had been in space. In Space! Sure they could go anytime they wanted but they also had a pull at their protection obsession. So two vultures one stone.

It didn’t hurt that their partner for this particular mission was Red Robin. They had gotten to know the other hero on a more personal level, though that is rather subjective, they were friends now. Besides, war didn’t allow for deep discussion, as much as movies portray at least. They mainly worked on information gathering, hacking alien tech and espionage, in some cases, in their quest for information. For the first week at least. The second week was filled with fighting and making sure their teammates did join their domain so soon.

Danny sighed as they slipped further into the hot water. They were so relaxed that they didn’t notice a certain three year old sneak up on them.

“Daddy? When can I get a sybling?” To say Danny nearly drowned would be false but they did sink into the water and flounder around in surprised embarrassment, before coming up and sputtering. Dan was laughing in the background.

“Not unless someone manages to clone me! Again!” They cried out in a rush before mumbling. “Or someone actually agrees to marry me.”

****

Danny collapsed onto their bed at Phantom’s keep. The rush of Ectoplasm would help them get back to normal quicker. They snuggled into their pillow and their thoughts drifted to Elle’s question and immediately blushed when Red Robin crossed their mind. Forcing their mind to be quiet, they slipped into sleep. Their dreams were hazy and fragmented and their consciousness remains out of reach for almost to days. Unaware of their sleepy actions.

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mads-nixon · 4 months

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100th Bomber Boys: Major Robert 'Rosie' Rosenthal: Pt. 1

Ahead of the show's release, I bought Donald Miller's book and am reading it! Here is a little bit about Major Robert 'Rosie' Rosenthal (played by Nate Mann) from the prologue of Masters of the Air (pg. 13-14)!

Lt. Robert "Rosie" Rosenthal had not trained with the Hundredth's original crews. He and his crew had been assigned to the group that August from a replacement pool in England, to fill in for men lost on the Regens-burg raid. "When I arrived, the group was not well organized," Rosenthal recalled. "They were a rowdy outfit, filled with characters. Chick Harding was a wonderful guy, but he didn't enforce tight discipline on the ground orin the air." Rosenthal didn't fly a mission for thirty days. "No one came around to check me out and approve me for combat duty. Finally, my squadron commander, John Egan, had me fly a practice formation. I flew to the right of his plane. I had done a lot of formation flying in training and I was frustrated; I desperately wanted to get into the war. I put the wing of my plane right up against Egan's, and wherever he went, I went. When we landed, Egan told me he wanted me to be his wing man." Rosenthal had gone to Brooklyn College, not far from his Flatbush home. An outstanding athlete, he had been captain of the football and baseball teams, and later was inducted into the college's athletic hall of fame. After graduating summa cum laude from Brooklyn Law School, he went to work for a leading Manhattan law firm. He was just getting started in his new job when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. The next morning he joined the Army Air Corps. He was twenty-six years old, with broad shoulders, sharply cut features, and dark curly hair. A big-city boy who loved hot jazz, he walked, incongruously, with the shambling gait of a farmer, his toes turned inward and there wasn't an ounce of New York cynicism in him. He was shy and easily embarrassed, but he burned with determination. "I had read Mein Kampf in college and had seen the newsreels of the big Nazi rallies in Nuremberg, with Hitler riding in an open car and the crowds cheering wildly. It was the faces in the crowd that struck me, the looks of adoration. It wasn't just Hitler. The entire nation had gone mad; it had to be stopped. "I'm a Jew, but it wasn't just that. Hitler was a menace to decent people everywhere. I was also tremendously proud of the English. They stood alone against the Nazis during the Battle of Britain and the Blitz. I read the papers avidly for war news and listened to Edward R. Murrow's live radio broadcasts of the bombing of London. I couldn't wait to get over there. "When I finally arrived, I thought I was at the center of the world, the place where the democracies were gathering to defeat the Nazis. I was right where I wanted to be." Rosie Rosenthal didn't share these thoughts with his crewmates, simple guys who distrusted what they called deep thinking. They never learned what was inside him, what made him fly and fight with blazing resolve. Later in the war, when he became one of the most decorated and famous fliers in the Eighth, word spread around Thorpe Abbotts that his family was in a German concentration camp. But when someone asked him directly, he said "that was a lot of hooey." His family-mother, sister, brother-in-law, and niece (his father had recently died) were all back in Brooklyn. "I have no personal reasons. Everything I've done or hope to do is strictly because I hate persecution... A human being has to look out for other human beings or else there's no civilization."

Rosie was part of the 'Bloody 100th' Bombardment Group of the 13th Combat Wing, of the 'Mighty Eighth' Air Force with John 'Bucky' Egan and Gale 'Buck' Cleven (played by Callum Turner and Austin Butler) His plane was called Rosie's Riveters, and him and his crew were an integral part of the bombardment group.

On October 8th, 1943, the 100th went on a bombing run to Bremen, Germany, and Buck Cleven was shot down. Two days later, Egan and the rest of the 100th went on a supposedly "easy" mission to Münster, accompanied by P-47 Thunderbolts almost all the way to the target. Rosenthal and his crew were not flying their beloved Rosie's Riveters due to damage from their two previous missions in Bremen and Marienburg. Instead, they flew Royal Flush.

Rosie's crew was worried about flying a brand new plane, and became incredibly nervous. Bringing them together under one of the wings, he calmed the boys down and lifted their spirits. This mission proved disastrous, and Royal Flush was the only one in the 100th to make it back to Thorpe Abbotts (the 100th's air-base in East Anglia).

Needless to say, I love Rosie already!! I've read up to chapter 6, and I feel like my brain is going to explode with all the information I've taken in :3

lmk if y'all want more posts like this one or would like to be tagged in them!!

#thank you for coming to my TED Talk #this is for everyone who doesn't have access to the book but wants more info on the guys!!!#can you tell i'm a history major??#masters of the air book excerpts #hbo war #bloody hundredth #100 bombardment group #major john egan #donald miller #major robert rosie rosenthal #masters of the air #major gale cleven

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I’m Always Here - Part 6

Word Count: 4596

Warnings: language (duh), abuse (Not Travy), throwing up, preterm labor, lots of medical talk

You woke up the next morning with Travis wrapped around you.

“Morning babe, I gotta go grocery shopping today.” You mumbled.

“I can do that,” he said.

“No you can’t”

“I’ll drive?”

“Fine, but you get to wake up Miss Sassy.”

“Got it.”

He went to get up and you stopped him.

“What, pretty girl?”

“We don’t have to get up just yet.”

He nodded.

“Babe my vision just went blurry.”

“Ok, just breathe. Just hold on.”

You nodded. “Travy I’m really scared.”

“I know I’m right here.”

Travis grabbed his phone calling her doctor.

“Hello? Yeah, this is Travis Kelve, my wife is Y/N Y/L/N. Her vision just went blurry.”

You were scared. You’ve never had this happen.

“Ok, the doctor said to just lay down, take deep breaths, wait 10 minutes if it doesn’t pass then head into the ER.”

——

10 minutes later

Travis walked into the room.

“It go away?” He asked, grabbing your hand.

“Yeah, I’m ok.”

“Oh thank the lord.”

You laughed. He sat down on the bed.

“I invited Jason and mom over.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. I guess I thought they could come over and watch football.”

“Oh that’s right. I forgot it was Jason’s bye week too.”

“Avery loves him so you won’t be bothered. Kylie will be here.”

“I love her, I would divorce you and marry her. We agreed on this.”

“You can’t divorce me. We aren’t even married yet.”

“Well, as soon as we get married I’m divorcing you for Kylie.”

“I think you would have to get Jase to agree with that too.”

“He’d be ok with that.”

Travis laughed, “You two are meant to be sister in laws.”

“Duh? Don’t you think so?”

There was a knock on the door. Travis walked over and opened it, seeing his brother Jason, his sister-in-law Kylie, and his nieces Wyatt, Elliot, and Bennett.

“Where’s Momma Kelce?” You asked.

“She’s coming. She said she needed to run by the store,” Kylie stated.

“Oh no,” Travis said.

“What?”

“She’s probably gonna walk in with some type of gift for Avs,” Travis said.

“Speaking of which, where is my favorite niece?” Jason questioned.

As if on cue Avery came running to Jason.

“Hey Avs. How are you?”

“I good Uncle J.”

“That’s good kiddo.”

“Uncle J, you wanna see something cool?”

“What’s that kiddo?”

“My baby brother’s room.”

Avery dragged Jason up the stairs to the office, now Grayson’s room.

Travis walked up there, “I did it all by myself, j. She cried on me man. This was once my office ya know.”

“So let me get this straight. You had no help from anyone else?”

“Nope! I did it all on my own. With the help of Y/N’s pinterest.”

Jason laughed.

“It looks good lil bro.”

“Thanks I have everything organized in the drawers and closet. I wanted her to not be overwhelmed.”

“Since when do you know how to organize anything?”

“Look for yourself.”

Jason started opening drawers, nodding his head.

“I’m proud of the way you turned yourself around for her. She is so much happier with you than she was with Sam.”

“How do you know how she was when she was with Sam?”

“She called me one night crying.”

“What did she say?”

“Nothing.”

“Jason, what the fuck did she say?”

He sighed, “she didn’t want me saying anything.”

“I don’t care what she doesn’t want right now.”

“He hit her. A couple weeks before you and her one-night stand. She said he came home drunk one night, Avery was with her parents. And she said he called her some things, and hit her.”

“How bad?”

“Busted lip and nose she sent pictures to Kylie. It was bad. He probably hit her before that too.”

“Why didn’t you fucking tell me?”

“Because she asked me not to.”

“So?”

“Travis, I didn’t tell you, because you probably would’ve killed him.”

“True. I was a hot head. I’m just glad she’s okay now. But her pregnancy has been hell.” He sighed.

“Yeah, I know. She called Ky the other night crying.”

“It is just that everything has gone wrong.”

“Kylie is trying to reassure her, Ky told me that Y/N wanted a pedicure and a massage.”

“Maybe I’ll take her to do that on Tuesday.”

“You should. But you should also ask about Sam.”

“Hey fellas.” They heard.

“Hey baby,” Travis said.

“Whatcha talking about?”

Travis nodded his head towards Jason.

“Manly things.”

“Sure, I can only imagine.” You laughed.

“Can we talk?” Travis asked her.

“Ok?”

Travis pulled you into your bedroom.

“I need you to be 100% honest with me about something.”

“Ok? What’s up?”

“Did Sam ever physically hurt you?”

“How do you know about that?” you backed up.

“Y/N just answer the fucking question. Did Sam ever hit you?”

“Yeah…”

“How often?”

“I’m not telling you.”

“Y/N how often?”

“Daily,” you mumbled hoping he didn’t hear you.

He did.

“Did Jason tell you?”

He was silent.

“Did Jason fucking tell you!”

‘Yes, but only just now. He didn’t tell me until today.”

“He wasn’t supposed to tell you.”

You turned away and he touched your shoulder. He pulled you into his arms.

“He only told me because he wants to make sure you are ok.”

You started to sob.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve told you.”

“No, it’s ok. I’m just glad you told me now.”

“Avery didn’t see anything.” You sobbed into his chest, you were trying to calm down.

“Y/N/N, baby, it’s ok. He can’t hurt you anymore. I promise. I will keep you safe.”

You nodded and wiped your eyes with your hands.

“I love you. Do you know that? I love you, Avery, and our little baby. I will be here for the rest of time.”

“I love you so much Travis. You’re becoming a father every day and I’m so proud of you.” You smiled.

“I’m trying my hardest. But I feel like I am failing.”

“You aren’t failing travis. You are learning.”

He nodded.

“You’re growing. Learning is good. Means you’re not at a stand still.”

He nodded and kissed you passionately.

“Now let’s go back downstairs and enjoy your brother and his family.”

Travis guided you out of the room. You began gagging immediately running to the bathroom, your face in the toilet throwing up.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Your brother made food.”

“And the odor?” He asked you.

You nodded dry heaving.

“Ok, hold on. Stay here.”

Travis ran out of the room.

Travis ran into the other room where everyone was.

You were hugging the toilet afterwards. This was awful. You felt bad.

“Hey guys, she is super sensitive to scents right now. So is there any way you guys can attempt to get the scent out and not cook anything.”

“Oh my good, yeah I’m so sorry J, didn’t even think.”

Travis went back upstairs and found you in bed. You looked rough.

“Are you ok baby?”

“I don’t know. I feel so bad. I just wish this was over so I could go back to normal.”

“Baby this is normal. It’s ok. You don’t need to feel bad.”

You leaned over and began puking in the bucket. Travis rubbed your back. You hated this.

——

You woke up the next morning. You had no idea how long you had been asleep, but Travis wasn’t next to you in bed.

“Trav?” You asked out loud, wondering where he was.

You walked down to the living room. You saw Travis and Avery cuddled up on the couch watching Aladdin.

“Good morning Mama,” Travis said.

“Mommy,” Avery yelled.

“Avery baby don’t yell mama has been sick.”

“I’m sorry mommy.”

“It’s ok baby.”

You walked over to Travis as he pulled you onto the couch and you laid your head down in his lap as he ran his fingers through your hair.

“Don’t you have a podcast today with Jason?” You asked.

“Yeah but not until 11. I have an hour and a half left to spend with my girls. Before he takes my full attention for 4 hours.”

“4 hours?”

This was the first time Travis would be recording the podcast at your house. He had kept his house in the Briarcliff neighborhood, and he would go back every time he would need to film. Until last friday when he moved all the equipment into the basement.

“Yeah, it’s four hours.”

“Okay I can manage.” You say.

“I was actually going to ask you something.”

“Oh gosh what?”

He looked at you.

“Travis, it better not be weird or I swear-“

“I want you to be on the podcast today. Well Jason and I want you to.”

“Why? I’m normally not on it.”

“I know. But we wanted to make this episode all about you. Like we did with Kylie.”

“Fine, I'll join.”

“Yay! J is so excited.”

“I’d say.”

——

About two hours later you heard Travi announce your name and you sat down next to him on the couch.

“Hey Jason.” You smiled sitting down grabbing Travis’s hand, “How are you?”

“Good. How’s the baby? Can we announce the gender yet?”

“Baby Kelce is good, but we were going to see if you wanted to say it,” Travis said.

“I’m texting it to you right now Jason.” You said.

“Ok.” he waited a minute until the text came in.

“Introducing Grayson Kelce, middle name yet to be decided.”

“Yeah we can’t agree on that one,” you said.

“Oh boy that’s tough.” Jason chuckled.

“I know.” Travis smiled.

“I liked my idea,” you said.

“We will talk about it later,” Travis chuckled.

You sat for about another hour. Jason kept asking more questions.

“We got a shout out at the Chiefs game yesterday,” Travis says.

“What?” Jason asks.

“Huh?” You asked, “ what?”

“Tony Loma, shouted Y/N on National television. A cameraman panned up to my suite, and the only thing you can see is Y/N/N trying to wrestle Avery, who is hanging upside down by Bradley. Bradley Cooper, Y/N’s brother for those who don’t know–” Travis gets cut off but Jason.

“You did not just refer to Bradley fucking Cooper as Y/N/N’s brother.” Jason asked.

“He’s my brother jay.” You smiled and rubbed your belly.

“Yeah but he is Bradley mother-fuckin’ Cooper. He sang with Lady gaga.”

You got up not feeling too good. Your stomach was tight. You went upstairs to get on the couch. You could still hear Travis in the basement.

“Alright guys that is all we got for today.”

“Don’t forget to subscribe on Youtube, and wherever you get your podcasts,” Jason said.

You heard Travis ascending up the stairs.

“What’s wrong baby?”

“I don’t know. I just started cramping really bad.”

You grabbed his hand and put it on your belly which he felt it tighten up. All of a sudden the couch became soaked.

“Oh my fucking god. Did your water just break?”

“No, wait, maybe. But it shouldn’t have. I am only 29 weeks.” You started to freak out as you grabbed Travis’s hand again.

—-

Travis got you to the hospital and they had you hooked up to several machines. Travis was on his phone.

“Baby, will you come over here please?” You asked Travis.

“I’m sorry. But my mom just texted me saying Avery just laid down for a nap. I just wanted to respond. I am coming to you right now.”

“Ok. Is she being good for Donna?”

“As always.” He smiled.

“I just want a shower so bad.” You groan.

“I know, baby.”

“I’m scared. He’s too early. I’m not ready. I can’t do this. He won’t be ok.”

“The doctors are going to take care of him.”

“But I’m-“

“Honey, he will be ok. You Will be ok. The doctors will keep the two of you safe.”

The nurse walked into the room and checked the machines. She checked the baby heart monitor.

“Ok everything seems to be ok, but your blood pressure is up. So let’s try and calm down a little.”

“She just got worked up, like 20 seconds before you came in. She is just scared. She has severe anxiety normally, so this is not helping.”

You leaned into Travis’s shoulder. You hated this nurse. She was rude. And she had been flirting with Travis, right in front of you.

“I’m sorry, can I have a new nurse, I just can’t right now.”

“Um-I guess. But now you are gonna have to do this all over again.”

“Yeah, at this point I am ok with that, because you are a bitch.”

“I’m sorry about her–” Travis said.

“No, don’t be sorry about me. She is. Please leave.”

The nurse left and Travis looked at you. You rolled your eyes not caring. An older nurse walked in.

“Travis?”

“Hey Rachel.” He smiled.

“Rachel? You two know each other?”

“I’m a friend of his moms.” She smiled.

“Oh ok.”

“Yeah, Donna and I have talked about you before. How are you doing?”

“Besides being in preterm labor. Somewhat good.”

She chuckled, “okay I’m going to examine you and see what’s going on.”

“Do what you gotta do.” You replied.

“It looks like you are ready to push. Let me go get the doctor.”

——

3 hours later, Grayson Daniel Kelce is in the NICU, hooked up to too many machines, according to you. And you had just been wheeled into the OR. You had started bleeding and doctors couldn’t stop it in your room.

Travis was in the waiting room and was alone. His parents were on the way along with Jason and Kylie. Travis felt helpless in that moment.

He walked down to the NICU to see Grayson. He had never felt more hurt. He couldn’t do anything to help you. And his baby, who weighed 2 pounds, was hooked up to so many things. His breathing was shallow and his heart rate was slow.

“Travis!” Kylie yelled.

He turned around and was immediately hugged by her. He felt tears in his eyes.

“I can’t do anything to help her. Or him. I can’t do anything. This is the first time in my life I feel like the most useless person ever. He weighs 2 pounds Ky, 2. When Avery was born she was 7.4 pounds. Do you know what it feels like to see a two pound baby?”

“Yes I do Trav, you’re a strong man. Both of them need you right now. You’re gonna need to be strong.”

“I can’t Kylie. I can’t do this. I don’t know what to do. I can’t do anything.”

“You need to be strong Travis. She needs you. Grayson needs you. Y/N is going to be in pain. She is going to be depressed. Grayson weighs two pounds. He needs you to protect him. He cannot protect himself right now.”

An hour later they saw you being wheeled into recovery. You were on strong pain meds. The doctor talked to Travis. You were in bed.

Travis had never felt more helpless and he watched you sleep in your room.

He sat in the chair beside you.

“Trav?”

“Hey babygirl, how are you feeling?”

“Like you tackled me.”

“I have never tackled you.”

“I know. But this is how I would imagine it.”

“I love you.”

“How’s Grayson?”

“He’s good, Jason is in there watching him right now.”

“I feel so disgusting Travie. I’m sweaty, blood everywhere-“

“Baby, we will get you cleaned up after a bit. Once the medicine wears off a little bit more .”

“Are you gonna help me in the shower? I’m gonna need it.”

“I can help you or the nurse can.”

“No, I want you too.”

“Ok.”

“I feel comfortable with you being there in the shower. Because I know I’m safe.”

“Baby you would be safe with a nurse too.”

“I just want you.”

“Ok.”

“Can I see Grayson?”

“Let me go check with the nurses.” He got up and left the room for a moment.

Travis came back in with a nurse following behind him.

“Hey Y/N, I’m Loraine and I'll be your nurse until you are discharged. Unfortunately as of right now you are unable to see Grayson due to you still being in your bed. But you should be able to see him on Friday. So in 4 days.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

Tears spring to your eyes.

The nurse left and Travis FaceTimed Jason. He answered.

“How’s momma bear?”

“I’m ok,” you said through your sobs.

“Oh Y/N/N. What’s wrong?”

“I can’t see Gray until Friday.”

Jason flipped the camera showing Grayson.

“There’s the cub added to the pack.”

“He looks just like Trav,” you said.

“He does.” You could hear Kylie say.

“He also looks like you though mama,” Travis said to you.

“I wanna see him so badly.” You started sobbing harder.

Travis hugged you and you sobbed into his chest. You couldn’t take it.

“Baby you’ll be able to see him on Friday.”

“But that’s 4 days away and I want to see him now.”

“Hey, who knows maybe you’ll get to see him earlier. But for now why don’t we get you in the shower.”

——

It was now Friday, the day you had been looking forward to all week. You were slowly walking down the hallway with Travis. He was helping you.

“I wanna get married already,” you blurted out.

He stopped and looked at you.

“You wanna get married? Like right now?”

“Not right now, I mean like a week or two from now. Or when I can fully enjoy the honeymoon.”

“Baby I don’t think we would be able to have a honeymoon for like a year or more. You are not gonna want to leave Grayson. Remember when Avery was born and you didn’t leave her with someone besides me for 8 months.”

“I trust Jason and Kylie.”

“Are you saying you didn’t trust them when we had Avs?”

“Honey, it was our first child.”

Travis’s phone started ringing.

“Hello,” he answered.

It was quiet for a moment before his face fell.

“You ok?”

“Avery is being rushed to the hospital.”

“What?!”

“Hold on, my mom is still talking.”

You leaned against the wall.

“They’ll be here in 5 minutes, let's get you a wheelchair.”

You made it back to your room shortly after Donna called. You were waiting for them to arrive. The ambulance showed up and you grabbed his hand.

“Would you wear the ring while playing?” You asked, trying to divert the conversation.

“I don’t know. I could because my gloves would help make sure it didn’t fall off. But I don’t know.”

“I mean you could wear a silicone one.”

“Yeah I don’t know.”

An hour later a doctor came into your room.

“Are you the parents of Avery Kelce?”

“Yes, is she ok?” You asked the doctor.

“She has leukemia.”

You began sobbing. This was the worst thing you could have heard. The doctor took Travis outside to discuss the situation.

Travis came back in a few moments later with tears in his eyes.

“What Travis?”

He sat on the bed grabbing your hand.

“Baby…tell me.” You pleaded.

“It’s bad. It developed fast. She needs a bone marrow transplant immediately and Jason, Kylie, mom and I aren’t matched. And they can’t test you since you just had Grayson. She doesn’t have much time and they don’t know when a match will come in.”

“Would social media-“

“No, we aren't putting our sick baby on social media. The doctors are reaching out and they might have one but we won’t know for a couple of hours.”

“Travis I can’t do this both my daughter and my son are in the hospital. I am stuck in a bed and can’t do shit. I just want to go home.”

“I know.”

You slowly got up and went to the bathroom, shutting the door. He heard the shower.

Travis knocked on the door.

“Baby can I come in?”

“No Travis. I need to be alone right now.”

Kylie walked into the room and knocked.

“Honey you ok?”

“No Ky. I’m not ok. My babies are stuck in the hospital dying. I can’t do anything. I am the worst mom in the world. I can’t do this anymore. I don’t want to do this anymore.”

You were in the shower not even caring about the door opening and closing.

Travis walked over to you. Seeing blood flowing steadily.

“Baby?”

“I didn’t do anything that just started. I wanted to do something until I saw it a minute ago. And I just stood here.”

“Where is it coming from?”

“Who cares?” you stated.

“I care. I want you to be ok. I want Grayson to be ok. I want Avery to be ok. But I need to know I will be walking out with the love of my life and you are bleeding right now.”

“I can’t….I can’t….”

“You can.”

“No Travis. I don’t want to do this anymore. I want to be done. I’m tired of the pain mentally and physically.”

“Kylie go get a nurse!”

“Travis,” you warned.

“No Y/N-“ he shouted.

You had flinched for the first time in the 5 years of you and Travis being together, you were scared of him.

“You have to be ok. I need you to be ok. I don’t know a world where you don’t exist. I have known you since kindergarten and I don’t know how to survive without you. So you need to be ok.”

“I’m lightheaded.”

Travis pulled you towards him and wrapped a towel around you.

Kylie and the nurse came in.

“What happened?”

“She started bleeding.” Travis said.

“Where is it coming from?”

“Babe, where is it coming from?” He asked you.

“I don’t fucking know. Nor do I care.”

“I think it’s down there:” Kylie says.

“Ok let’s get her into the bed.”

Travis picked you up and placed you on the bed.

“Travis, please stop, just let me be.”

“I’m not letting you die.”

The nurse examined you as you began crying.

“I’m gonna get the doctor. Then we will probably go to the O.R.”

“I’m scared.”

“I know, baby girl. But you are going to be ok.”

“Can we get married?”

“Honey, we already talked about this. Remember?”

“No.”

“What do you mean?”

“We never set the date.”

“Pick a day.” He smiled.

“June 14th.”

“Five months away?”

“Yeah.”

“I thought we said in a couple weeks.”

“I want it to be in June when we can go to the beach.”

He chuckled.

“We could go to the beach at any time cause we can fly anywhere.”

“True. I kinda wanna rent a cabin in the mountains and just have my way with you for a few days.”

“What if we do both?”

“What do you mean?”

“We can just have a long honeymoon and go to the beach for a few days and then go to the mountains for a couple days”

“But I want to go to Italy and Egypt and-”

“Baby, we can’t go everywhere in two weeks. But we can go on several vacations over time.”

The doctor came in and they began wheeling you down to the OR.

“I don’t want to go. I’m scared. Check on Gray and Avs. I don’t want them to die. I love you.”

He kissed you and went to see Avery first.

Avery was hanging on. The hospital had gotten a call 30 minutes ago that a donor came in. They were prepping her for surgery when Travis walked in. Travis kissed her forehead and told her he loved her. Tears sprung to his eyes.

Travis walked into Grayson’s room. Jason was holding him.

“You know she is gonna kill you when she finds out.”

“You wanna hold him?” Jason asked.

“Yeah.”

“And what do you mean she is gonna kill me?” Jason asks.

“Y/N. She hasn’t held him yet and she is not gonna like finding out you were the first to hold him.”

“I’ve been holding him for like five minutes.”

“She still isn’t gonna like it.”

“What if we just tell her you were the first to hold him.”

“She still isn’t gonna like that.”

“We just won’t tell her.”

Travis was doing skin to skin with Grayson. Doctors said it would help him get better. They didn’t know the science behind it but it worked. Travis sat there for about two hours before a doctor came in to update him about Avery.

“Do you have an update?”

“On Avery yes. She is doing well. The transplant was successful. She should be ready to go home on Monday.”

“Ok. Any update on my wife?”

“She’s in recovery. The stitches ruptured. The surgeon did a sloppy job the first time.”

“Why the fuck was it a sloppy job?”

“Rushed possibly. It’s fixed now-“

“Why was it rushed?”

“Well the doctor who was working on your doctor needed to go work on your son so he was probably trying to get your wife done as soon as possible.”

Travis saw you being wheeled into the room. He felt a wave of relief as he saw your droopy eyes looking at him.

“Hey baby girl, how do you feel?”

“I want to see Grayson and I want to hold him. I want to go home.”

“Okay.”

“Any news on Avery?”

“She’s going to make a full recovery. They took her to surgery shortly after they took you and she finished up a few moments ago–”

“Hey doc, is there any way all three of us can be in the same room? At least me and my daughter?”

“I can make that happen.” He nods leaving.

You sighed.

“Thank you!”

“It’s my pleasure. You should be able to go home on Tuesday. As well as both of your kids. Grayson is doing very well. The skin-to-skin contact with your husband definitely helped.”

You looked at Travis. “You….held-“

“I’m sorry. We weren’t—“

“I’m sorry we?”

“Jason was in there with me while I was doing it. We weren’t going to tell you because we didn’t want to make you feel bad.”

Tears rushed down your face.

“Baby—“

“No it’s ok. I’m glad it was you first. And that you helped him. I don’t know why I’m crying.”

“Technically it was Jason but he held him for like two seconds before I got him.”

You started sobbing.

“So it wasn’t you it was J?”

“Jason held him not doing skin to skin.”

“Oh. That doesn’t make me feel better.”

“I’m sorry—“

Travis was cut off by the door to your room opening. Wheeling in both Avery and Grayson.

Avery was asleep.

“Can I hold my baby now?” you asked the nurse.

She nodded and handed you Grayson. He was so adorable. Travis saw Donna walk in.

“How’s everybody doing?”

“Good. We get to go home Friday.”

“Oh. What about the game?”

“What do you mean?”

“Trav has an away game on Monday.”

“Fuck, that’s right. I can talk to the team and Big Red and see if I can miss the game.”

“No Travis go. Football is important to you-“ You said.

“So is my family.”

“Travis, the game on Monday decides your playoff sead. You can’t miss that game.”

“Baby, if I go we won’t be home until late in the evening on Tuesday.”

“That’s ok. Donna can help. And my parents. We will be ok. Then we can welcome you home.”

#m-writes-stories #travis kelce #travis kelce x reader #travis kelce fanfic #kansas city chiefs

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I. have thought about doing it for a while. and the recent drama's multiplied it. so, even if it's unusual for me,

an analysis of Mlynar Nearl (and the Nearls' arc as a whole) and Why He Is My Premium and Beloved Babygirl.

tbh at first I almost hated him when I read Maria's event. he seemed like an arrogant holier-than-thou asshole and I was like, you know what? fuck you for me and my little girl! she just wants to be a knight like her sister!

but in Near Light, I started to like him. he was just so tired, so hopeless. he said he was dissapointed, but asked his friend to protect his nieces. his said he didn't care, but protected the Infected under assassins' attack.

and then I thought, he lies. constantly, but mostly to himself. because he's not an arrogant asshole. he's just... so bad at feelings.

so deeply broken.

and now the Obscure Wanderer arrived and Oh My God.

first of all, there're multiple times when he says the exact opposite to what he does, so let's take this knowledge and come back to the start, Maria's event.

he doesn't say "you're weak and useless to defend our glory" or "your sister is better than you" like I thought at the time. no, he tries to say, he wants her not to risk her life. not to let the system break her light like it broke almost everyone in his family.

his brother and sister-in-law were great knights that fought for the glory of their country, and now they're gone. the system threw them away like garbage. his niece fought for their family, for the chivalric ideals, and she was hunted and then exiled.

and finally, Mlynar himself. an idealist that found out, there's no point in fighting the capitalism. there's no hope. and between losing life in endless conspiracies and losing himself working for corporations but helping his family to survive, he chose the latter.

but Maria didn't need to choose. she could be free of the weight of the noble titles, of the useless principles, and yet she chose to fight - and almost got killed, if not for her sister.

of course Mlynar was pissed.

moreover, he was pissed because Margaret came back in the first place. she could have live a happy life far away from this rotten place. she didn't need to risk all of it for the country that will never remember her efforts. he was afraid for her.

and then, Near Light. Nearl the Radiant Knight.

Mlynar saw her actions as a reflection of his own faults. Margaret tried to play the system's rules to change it, but Mlynar knew it was pointless. the system didn't care. the Radiant Knight will be forgotten, just like her parents.

but when Margaret came back, she was different, and maybe she understood her uncle more then anyone.

she, too, saw defects of the system (how the Infected were treated). she, too, went through the war (with the Reunion).

but she didn't lose hope.

I may overanalyse it, but I guess she knew the power of the symbolic action because of Talulah. Talulah fucked up the Reunion, she lost, she was insane - and yet the Reunion didn't die in Chernobog, because Infected acknowledged that they can change the world.

and Margaret tried to do the same. it didnot matter if she won or lost. it didnot matter if her false infection was made public.

she was the Light in the Darkness. she stood up for the weak. she was a Knight.

and that awakened something in Mlynar.

he decided to help the Infected so his family can leave in peace. to help the weak. to restore justice. to do the very same that he thinks a knight must do.

and so, he acknowledged the power of Margaret’s actions. that she really can change something. because she changed him.

she awakened hope in him, and he needed time to proceed it.

and so (in less than 800 words haha) I come to the main topic, Mlynar's event. and oh boy, this i-am-not-a-knight is more knightly that many.

he shits on knighthood not out of hatred for chivalry, but out of belief in it. the modern knights do not care about the weak, so he doesn't want to be a knight nor be called one. because he is not interested in fight, but in help.

and he doesn't want anyone to see it.

stop corrupted corporation of taking important task? what a naive assumption!

help two infected girls to stop the riots? pfft, what a joke.

fight a corporation so they don't hunt an innocent? MAYBE YOU'LL ALSO SAY HE HELPED CHILDREN IN DANGER???

but unlike in his youth, he doesn't challenge the system, doesn't try single-handedly to change the world. small changes that can make a little better.

gentle light, not blinding.

he hates what his country has become, but still - even as an ordinary man - even lying to himself - tries to make it better. that's why he want everyone to leave but himself. because deep down in his cynical, angry, depressed personality still lives an idealistic knight.

still lives a hopeful man that believes that his brother and his sister-in-law are alive. that his family can be whole again, even if no one else do.

he just cares for his family so deeply. he wants his nieces to live happily (somewhere else). wants them not to repeat his mistakes (even if it breaks their dreams). wants their parents back. he just can’t properly express himself.

but the funniest thing? I think they know it. Margaret, because she knows how bad his trauma is. Maria, because she could see how office work and Margaret’s exile changed him. Zofia, because she knew him well enough.

and so, all of them were happy when he went to Rhodes Island. because they did the world better, and maybe will make Mlynar feel better.

as a conclusion,,, GOD his depression and burnout are so big. TAKE THIS MAN TO THERAPY. HONEYBERRY, SAVE THE DAY. I LOVE HIM SOOOO MUCH. MY GRUMPY ANGY BABYGIRL.

#Arknights #mlynar #Mlynar Nearl #arknights analysis #i love this oldman #wanna crush him in ly fist #also i love his 20 kinds of pissed off expressions #long reads #my analysis #???#i guess i'll use this tag

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