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notdonesimpin · 3 years

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Sorcery ~r.s.~

ceo!ryomen sukuna x gn!reader

warnings: sukuna in a suit??, fluff

synopsis: [request by @draconic-dumbass ] “two unlikely people bound together by what some call fate, but to them, it must be sorcery” OR the reader doesn’t take care of themselves and sukuna has to do it for them.

a/n: For fic purposes, Sukuna has his own two armed body. I wanted a CEO!AU where curses don’t exist, okay? Sukuna’s just a man who looks great in a suit. The curse aspect isn’t really needed in the way it’s portrayed in the show so i don’t wanna think about it😣 don’t hate me.

The door opens as you peek your head in the hallway to see Sukuna roughly loosen his tie with a huff and unbutton the top of his shirt as he takes off his shoes.

“Long day?” you ask.

“My assistant cried today if that tells you anything. They overbooked me, and didn’t realize it until this morning.”

Your eyes narrow, “What did you say to the poor thing? She didn’t cry for nothing.”

Sukuna throws his hands up defensively as he walks over to you with a teasing smile, “I didn’t say anything! Though, I wanted to say a lot. I think she got the message when I sent her home.” The last part came out in a mutter, but you heard it well.

You hit him in the chest, “This is why you can’t keep an assistant! You’re too aggressive. I liked that one, too.”

“Well, I had an amazing assistant for years, but they quit when their husband told them to focus on art. My days ran so smoothly, and I had a beautiful sight all hours of the day,” he says, wrapping his arms around you as he continues, “Was I too aggressive with you?”

“You could barely say a sentence around me when we first met, Ryo. Don’t get cocky.”

Before he could say anything else, there was a knock on the door and you moved to answer it.

“It’s just Nao. They’re being my other model for today! I can’t model and draw myself, so I needed an amazing stand-in. How about you rest for a bit and I’ll do Nao’s solo poses and get you when I need you?” you suggested as you opened the door.

“It’s been a while. Good to see you, Y/N. Sukuna,” Nao says, giving Sukuna a wave and you a small hug.

“Nao, don’t fuck up while I’m not there,” Sukuna jokes, turning around to walk towards the bedroom.

“I’ve been doing this longer than you. I think I got it.”

“Don’t take those clothes off! The more wrinkles, the better!” you call after him.

You softly shake Sukuna. “Ryo, I need you to model for me now.”

He groans, opening his eyes to see you beaming at him. “It’s not fair, your face makes it hard to say no.”

“Then get up, so I can finish for today!” you urge.

He follows you to the living area with sleepiness still extremely apparent on his face.

“No wonder you chose him to be your muse for the King of Curses. He’s like The Walking Dead right now,” Nao laughs, earning a glare from Sukuna as you drag him to the spot you want him.

“You still haven’t told me anything about your art show,” Sukuna reminds you.

“Hands in pockets please…” you gesture to your own pockets when you make the statement and Sukuna lazily complies as you continue talking and telling him what to do. “My theme is Sorcery. Take a step but don't step… There! I wanted to do three bigger panels for my main showcase. They have the King of Curses- AKA you- and the ruler of blessings- aka Nao but Nao is just modeling so I can shade the pose right and put myself in it. Then the middle panel will be them together. Look at the ground. Now, only bring your eyes up the look at me… Perfect! Stay still. Basically it shows two unlikely people bound together by what some call fate, but to them, it must be sorcery.”

You yawn, waking up the sound of Sukuna roaming around the penthouse. You check your phone to see the time. 4:36 A.M.

You suddenly find yourself wide awake and decide to get up and work on your rough sketches.

You go out of your shared room, rubbing your eyes as you adjust to the light and walk to the kitchen.

“Where the hell is my…” Sukuna’s muttering comes to a stop when he sees you sitting at the island, drinking a glass of water as you wait for the coffee pot to get ready.

“Good morning,” you softly say with a yawn.

“Why are you up? Did I wake you?” Sukuna asks, buttoning the cuffs of the shirt and walking over to you.

“I need to work on the rough sketches anyways since my canvases come in today. I’m so behind,” you groan, “What are you looking for?”

“My passport. I swear I grabbed it from home before I came here.”

He watches you tie his tie for him as he tries to recall where it might be.

“It’s definitely at home on the kitchen counter. I saw it before I left. I meant to grab it for you. Sorry, Ryo.”

He tosses his head back in frustration, “Why is this penthouse so inconveniently located. I have to go in the opposite direction of the office and the airport to go home and get it.”

“You’re the one that said my apartment was too small to be my studio.”

“I know.”

“And that I should separate home from work.”

“I know.” He squeezes your cheeks to stop you from talking. “I don’t regret buying this penthouse for your work. You get an ocean view and you have an entire space to do your work. I’d buy you the entire building if you needed it.”

He lets go of your face and you say, “Okay, Mr. CEO. All you had to say was that you love me.”

He chuckles and pours two cups of coffee, handing you one of them. “This business trip is pretty short, so I should be back around afternoon or tomorrow night at the latest.” He checks his watch, “I should go, so I don’t be late with my detour.”

He grabs his blazer off of the back of the chair, sliding it on as he walks towards the door with you right behind him. He slips his shoes on and turns to you, giving you a soft kiss.

“Be safe. I love you.” you say.

“I love you. Don’t overwork yourself while I’m gone.”

As soon as the door closed, you muttered: Sorry, Ryo. That’s exactly what I’m about to do.

A few hours later, you get a call from Sukuna and immediately answer.

“How’s the new assistant, Ryo?” you immediately ask.

He paused, glancing at the assistant beside him. “So this was your doing. I can’t say that I’m surprised. This one seems a lot more competent.”

“Don’t run him off. He knows how to run businesses well since he grew up with his father.”

“I got it. Mx. CEO,” he taunts, “How long have you been working?”

You glance at the time on your phone. 10:32A.M.

“Technically five hours but only been diligent for the past four hours. I finished my sketch for the King of Curses panel about an hour ago. So, I’ve just started drawing it on the canvas.”

“So, what I’m hearing is that it’s time to take a break and eat something,” He suggests, but you both know that it was a command.

“I’m not going to pass out on you again, okay? I can take care of myself.”

“As you’ve proven on multiple occasions, you can’t. I’ve got to go. I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you.”

“I love you. Make good decisions!” You hang up and get back to work.

You didn’t know how much time had passed or how long you’d been actively moving around and working until your regular Wednesday at 11:30 alarm went off.

Wait… Wednesday??? You’d only been up for a couple hours. How has an entire day passed without you even realizing it?

At the same time, you received a text from Sukuna: I have to stop by the office before heading to you, so I’ll take you wherever you’d like around one.

“Shit!” you exclaim, typing back a quick response before rushing around the penthouse to clean and change your clothes.

Sukuna couldn’t know that you haven’t slept in the past 31 hours.

By the time you cleaned up and got dressed, Sukuna was already at the penthouse, leaning against the kitchen counter and holding a glass of bourbon in his hands.

“Let me see your hands,” he requests.

You stick out your hands, trying to calm them down because both of you knew that you get really bad tremors when you haven’t slept in a while.

“I didn’t think you’d be back so early,” you softly spoke.

“Darling, I texted you. I guess it makes sense that you don’t remember since you responded with a jumble of letters,” he sighs, sticking his hands in his pockets as he shakes his head, “What am I going to do with you?”

“I just got really focused. I’m so close to finishing the King of Curses panel. I started the Ruler of Blessings panel as well… I gotta keep the ball rolling while it’s hot,” you explained.

“That isn’t healthy. How have you been painting? With the way your hands are shaking, you shouldn’t even be able to hold a paintbrush straight.”

“I was focused! And before you say it, I’m not tired, so I’ll just get back to work.”

He looks at you in amusement as you walk away. “Still as stubborn as ever.”

“I’ll stop after I finish the curse panel, okay?”

Before you could even get out of the kitchen, Sukuna had picked you up by your waist and started walking away.

“Ryomen Sukuna! Put me down!” you exclaim, “I told you, my feet stay on the ground!”

He laughs and continues walking, “I told you that if I want to pick you up, I will. If you think you’re heavy, then you’re wrong. You’re like a feather compared to what I lift at the gym, okay?”

You fall silent, letting him carry you all the way to the bathroom. He sits you on the counter and starts running the water for a bath. As you wait for the bath to fill up, he stands in between your legs, bringing his hands up to your face and lightly grazing underneath your eyes.

“They’re puffy…” he looks at you with a hint of sadness, “I understand that the art show is very important to you, but this is the third time in the past few months that I’ve had to physically stop you from overworking yourself. If you don’t take care of yourself, your art will suffer, too.”

“I know. There’s just a lot of big names coming this time. I really want it to be good.”

“It will be because you’re an outstanding artist,” he reassures.

You give him a small thank you as he turns to stop the water and you shed your clothes, getting in and closing your eyes and enjoying the warmth.

“You see how nice hot water feels?” You could hear the teasing in his voice.

“Yeah, yeah. Self-care or whatever.”

Sukuna begins to wash your body for you, humming a soft tune and lulling you to sleep. He finishes washing you up and takes you to bed, putting one of his shirts on you and crawling in beside you, letting you wrap yourself around him to steal his warmth.

He softly smiles to himself and gives you a soft kiss on the top of your head as he whispers, “Sweet dreams.”

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tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar · 4 years

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Post It's

Pairing: JJ Maybank x You

Summary: JJ and you both work at the hotel. Never meeting each other, you leave notes on the others locker.

Word Count: 1,787

Warning: Fluff that's its tooth rooting.

Note: Knowing that JJ works as a bus boy in the show and seeing how well he looked in episode 5, I couldn't get this idea out of my head. Tumblr was keep messing up as I was writing this so I'm going to post this and throw my phone out of my bedroom window now :) I hope you love it! :)

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"DON'T EAT SOMEONE ELSE'S LUNCH!"

"Or what? ;) - JJ"

"I'll end your whole career. Side note: I found out who ate my PB & Jelly sandwich and it wasn't you so don't get any idea's now. - Y/N"

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JJ bullshit his way through the hiring process. It might not be his dream job, but it was easy. He had to do something when he realized he had to grow and man up. His father didn't teach him that. His the reason.

The small tips he gets from all the older women after he gives them more attention than their husband's - they're either on 'work' call or still playing a game of golf - doesn't hurt. It's adds up quick. He normally buys more groceries for him and John B as an unspoken thank you for letting him basically live with him. Then he treats himself with new weed. He needs it after surrounded by Kooks and playing the part of a little bitch for them.

As soon as he clocks out for the day, he undo the tie harshly. That's another thing he hates about this job - the uniform. White button up long sleeves, black dress pants with black dress shoes. If it's a morning and evening shift, the finish touch is a black vest. For nights, it's a black tie. Even if he is only walking around to give people refills, asking if they're doing fine, and cleaning up afterwards, his hair must look well put together.

He is unbutton his shirt when he stops in front of his locker. He's smiling at the post it on his locker before he even reads it. He knows who it's from.

It started a month ago. Someone left a message taped on the fridge in the break room for everyone to read. He knows he didn't have to, but he wrote down a response on the piece of paper. He wasn't expecting one back. When the front and back got filled up, he started looking for the same name on a locker. He left a post it note.

He reads the newest one on his locker.

"Fun fact of the day: you're reading this. - Y/N"

He rolls his eyes. He pulls it off and opens his locker, grabbing his normal clothes to go change. He adds it to the pile with the others.

JJ decides to stop at use book store. When a co-worker asks him if he is back for extra hours, he says no. He's carrying a shopping bag.

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Your morning doesn't start on a good note. Your mind wakes you up ten minutes after your alarm should've gone off. You didn't plug in the charger all the way last night, so you're phone is at 14%.

Somehow you get to work on time. You notice you forgot your nametag.

At least there's a new post it on your locker.

"Funny. Not. Look inside and thank me later ;) PS. Don't write your new comb on the back of your lock again. - JJ"

You curse at yourself underneath your breath. You start laughing when you read the title of the book he left for you.

"365 Jokes For Kids: A Joke A Day Book."

You put it in your bag and grab your clear water bottle before closing your locker to clock in.

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The giant clock on the wall taunts you. Only ten more minutes until your break and you can finally eat something.

From the dinner-room area a cute blonde starts walking towards you. By his outfit, you can't help to silent pray that he isn't a boy on a vacation and just knows how to look hot as hell all dressed up. Underneath a black vest, the long white button up shows off his muscles and the sleeves are rolled up, which is just another level of attractiveness itself, and his legs look long and firm in the dress pants. It's his hair that got your attention in the first place and now you can't help to watch as he pulls it, running his fingers through it.

Checking out cute guys all day is definitely a perk for you. Sitting behind a desk all day and being first person people see as they walk in, helping them check in or out, and answering calls is not how you wanted to spend your summer.

Last month your dad pulled some strings over a game of golf to land you this job. He sounds like a robot every time he tells you that you need to work your ass off to get the money you deserve. How is this doing that?

You get out of you thoughts when the cute blonde doesn't go in front of the desk. Instead you have to spin your chair sideways. He learns over the pull-up door and does a hand gesture, telling you to come over. You do.

"Hey."

"Hi?" It comes out as a questin since you're confused as to why he is keep looking back at the dinner room. He seems like he is afraid of getting caught. "Can I help with you something?"

"Can you make an announcement? Over the speaker loud enough for all they to hear?" He looks over again and points.

"It all matters about what you want me to say."

"Say that it's hard as fuck for me to do my job when lil Satan's are running around and how great it would be if parents tell them to stop before I do. I can't get written up or life my job because of them."

You try to hide your excitement when you find out he works here. He's not wearing a nametag. You know that it's only bus boys who don't. Briefly, you wonder if he knows JJ.

"I'm sorry. I wish I could but I can't. Parents will come up and start yelling at me that I should keep my mouth shut and thoughts to myself."

He clenches his jaw and mumbles, "yeah. Right, of course."

"When I come back from my lunch, you can-uh everytime you want to lose your shit, look over here, and I'll give you a thumbs up for not killing someone. Especially the kids."

His laugh makes you wish he is JJ.

Someone comes from behind him to release you. He doesn't say anything before walking away.

But later, you lose track on how many times he looks over at you and mouths, "help me".

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The next day on his day off, he gushes over the front desk girl to his friends. "She made me not want to hurt a room of kooks. I think she has superpowers or some shit."

Kiara takes a hint of his blunt. "I'm kinda jealous, not going to lie. What's her name? I need her to tell how she did it after talking to you for only a couple of minutes when I've been your friend for years."

"I don't know. She wasn't wearing a nametag and I forgot to ask." Pope slaps him on the back of the head. "You forgot or worried she wasn't Y/N?"

"Oh my god!" Sarah squeals, "What if the front desk girl is also post it girl?"

JJ chokes on the hit he was taking. "Life doesn't work like that." For me. He thinks to himself. He makes eye contact with John B. Curse him for being able to read him.

"I think it's time to ask Y/N meet up, dude."

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When he walks through the front doors, he catches himself getting upset seeing someone else at the front desk. He still waves and says good morning. On the door of the back room, there's a sign.

"MANDATORY STUFF MEETING WEDNESDAY, IN THE LOBBY AT 6PM"

On the very bottom, he notices Y/N handwriting.

"Looks like we'll finally meet. ♡ - You Know Who"

He kicks the door open.

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He is still thinking about the stupid little heart when a waiter calls him to come over towards the kitchen. "Can you bring this to the front desk?"

"This isn't a drive in restaurant- you know what? I shouldn't be surprised and know not to ask stupid questions." He salutes the waiter and grabs the bag.

He stops dead in his tracks.

The front desk girl is now there, talking on the phone and writing stuff down. When she feels someone looking instantly at her, she looks up. She smiles and gives a small wave.

JJ cringes at himself and tries to not trip over his own two feet. He puts down the bag, and looks at everything and anything but her as he waits for her to finish the call. When she does, he quickly states, "Someone ordered food to get pick-up."

"Ah yes, Mr. Hough. He called saying he was carving for some of the all you can eat bread rolls."

When she says the name, it's like a lightbuld goes over his head as he remembers. He doesn't listen to the rest of what she says.

Before he can ask, the phone is ringing. "I should answer." She smiles and it makes him feel a tug in the corner of his mouth. "See you at the meeting tonight?"

"Yeah. I should go back to working too."

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Your eyes go wide when the cute blondie sits next to you at the same time the manager says the meeting will begin shortly.

"Hey, how are you?" You ask after a few seconds of awkward silence.

"Fine." He splits out.

"Doesn't sound like it." You cross your arms against your chest. He doesn't say anything, only rolls his eyes and takes his red snapback hat off. In the corner of your eye, you watch him pull on the loose trends.

Grabbing your bag off the ground, you open it to see what you can do to pass the time like him.

"Holy shit."

You look up at him, confused. You notice he is staring at the joke book JJ gave to you. With the way he makes eye contact with you, you can tell that he is nervous.

But why would he-

"Oh my god."

"JJ, Y/N." Both of almost get whip flash to look and listen to your manager. "Pay attention please."

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You're going through all the post it's in your locker, dropping some when an arm wraps around you and your boyfriend. He kisses your cheek. "Are you ready?"

"To meet your friends? I'm kinda nervous. But you've told me so much about them that I already feel like I know them."

"Trust me, they'll say the same thing about you. Ignore the names they call you."

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"You're the peanut butter to my jelly. - JJ"

"That's the cheeses thing you have ever said. Say more. - Y/N."

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atlafan · 4 years

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My Everything - Part Twelve

A Take it Slow Sequel

What happens with Harry and Y/N after he proposes? How will the two navigate the engaged life while also continuing to juggle their jobs, friends, and families? Let’s find out.

Warnings: Fluff and Smut! 7.6K

Masterpost

It was sad putting your two weeks in at Mark It, but everyone understood. You were extremely grateful for every single opportunity they had given you. But sometimes a bird needs to leave the nest. You promised you’d talk up the company to any undergrads you come across. You were able to get onto the university’s insurance right away, and you added Harry to your plan.

One night Harry was rubbing your feet while you were both sitting on the couch.

“So do you need to go to campus a bunch? Or can you do a lot from home?”

“I’m going to be on campus for as long as I can, set up my office and all that. It’s nice, I even have a window! I feel like I’ll be able to concentrate in the space a little easier.”

“My mum was wondering if we wanted her and Gem to come here for Christmas this year instead of us flying out.”

“Oh.” You frown. “No, I want you to be able to see your friends. This is when you usually get to see Louis. I can still fly, the doctor said it was okay.”

“Are you sure you can swing that? I mean, you have so much to do with your new job.”

“We only go for the holidays, the school won’t even be open. We’re only gone for seven days. I’d rather go to London, but that’s very sweet of her to offer.”

“If that’s the case, she was wondering when we’re going to set up a registry. I think she wants to throw you an early baby shower since they probably won’t be able to come here for that.”

“Oh, um, this is sort of awkward, but we don’t do that.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, Jewish people, we don’t do baby showers.”

“Why not?”

“It’s bad luck.” You shrug. “You’re not supposed to buy gifts for the baby or bring anything into the home ahead of time. My mom said we could put things in her basement.”

“So we can’t even set up the nursery? I mean, I was ready to start gettin’ the bed out of there. I was thinking of turning the loft into the guest room.”

“What about your desk and all of your things?”

“I don’t really work from home much anymore, and I’d like to still have a place for my family to sleep when they come visit.”

“Alright, and we can set up the nursery, like we can paint and stuff. We can put the crib in there, but maybe not the padding or the blankets. We can get the registry set up and just put my mom’s address on there. I know she was thinking of doing a combined mommy shower for myself and Erica.”

“Mommy shower?”

“It’s sort of a loophole to the baby shower thing. Everyone brings gifts for the parents to be.”

“Ohhh, I like that. I’ll tell my mum to do that instead. I’m sure she’d love the idea of buying you a ton of things.”

“She doesn’t need to.”

“I know, but this is her first grandchild and she feels far away from it, you know? She wants to spoil us, you.”

“Alright, then I won’t argue.”

“Come here, come sit in my lap.”

You get up and climb on top of him. He holds you close to him. He gives you kisses and you give them back. He feels a wetness on his neck from where you’ve buried your face.

“Are you crying?”

“Yes.”

“Why?” He can’t help but chuckle.

“I’m just so happy.” You look up at him. “I thought starting a new job and rearranging all our furniture and stuff would be stressful. I thought with our friends living further away we’d never see them, but we see them all the time still. Things are good, Harry.”

“They’re very good, darlin’.” He kisses your forehead. You roll your hips down on him.

“Will you take me to the bedroom?”

“Don’t have to ask me twice.”

He picks you up carefully, and carries you down the hall. Things were really good.

“Let me get a good look at yeh, spin around.” You turn around in your maternity outfit for him. You still weren’t that big, but you were carrying a lot of your weight in your lower stomach, so normal pants were no longer an option. Instead you opted for leggings and a long sleeve flowy dress to wear over them. “What time’s your first class?”

“9:30.” You beam.

“Have a great first day, I can’t wait to hear all about it.” Harry kisses you and sends you off into the cold.

Your commute to school wouldn’t be a long one, which was nice. Since you weren’t hired as a research faculty, and since you couldn’t start your PhD yet, you did have to work Monday through Friday, but most days you’d be home around 3PM, which was really nice. You’d be teaching a couple of intro communication courses, at two sections each, and then two sections of an upper level film criticism course. You were thrilled.

You go to your office first to drop off your coat, and change your shoes. You didn’t need to wear your boots all day. Your friends had sent you good luck texts and other well wishes. You make your way to the elevator and head upstairs. There were a couple of early birds there, and you smile at them as you get your laptop set up with the computer.

You wait until 9:35 to get started, letting any stragglers come into the room. Once everyone is seated, you close the door.

“Good morning everyone, lucky you, we get to do this three times a week. I know 9:30 is early so coffee and other snacks are fine with me. I know some professors don’t allow that, but I don’t really care. Just make sure your neighbor doesn’t have any allergies.” You take a deep breath. “Right, so, my name is Y/F/N Y/L/N, feel free to call me Y/N, or professor, or whatever you feel comfortable with. Just know that I am not a doctor, so you don’t need to address me as such.” The students hum their response. “As you may or may not be able to tell, I’m pregnant.” You turn to the side and cup your lower stomach. “Thank you, yes, very exciting. I’m due at the end of May, and if all goes according to plan you shouldn’t need a substitute. This is my first time physically teaching in person, but I have taught before. I’m very excited to be here. Oh! I will say, my husband owns Styles Photography not too far from here, so if you ever need a good picture taken, or if you’re looking for an internship, don’t hesitate to ask me. And before you ask, no, I did not take his last name.” You look at their droopy eyes. “Okay, before we get into the syllabus and class expectations, I want us all to do an ice breaker.” You hear a few groans. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to ask you to say your name or where you’re from, I already have all that info. I want you to turn to the person next to you, take out your phones, and show them your most recently liked tik tok.” They all look at you. “We all have tik tok right?” They all say yes. “Okay then, have at it.”

You lean back against the desk as you hear people laughing and giggling.

“Anyone have the same one liked?” A couple students raise their hands. “Too funny. Okay, okay, let’s settle back down. See, isn’t that a better way of getting to know someone?” You go over to the computer and pull up your syllabus. “I want these classes to be real open discussion. As long as you’re not talking over someone, don’t even worry about raising your hand.”

You give the same shpeal in each class all week. By the time Friday rolled around, you were drained to say the least, but you were happy. You felt accomplished. You knew things might get more difficult as you started assigning projects and such, and getting bigger, but you tried not to think too far ahead.

You loved having students visit during your office hours, some of them really took a liking to you. Harry would bring Buster by when you could take your lunch breaks. You were a lot closer to him now which he liked.

“Professor Y/L/N?” A student knocks on the door and gasps when she sees Harry. All of your students knew what he looked like by now because they begged to see pictures. “Sorry, I’m interrupting your lunch.”

“It’s okay, Molly. This is my husband, Harry.” He smiles and shakes her hand. “What’s up?”

“I was just wondering if you could look over something quick for me? I selected some music for the background in my video, and I just wanted to know your thoughts.”

“Sure!”

“I can step out if yeh want?”

“It’s okay Mr. Styles, six ears are better than four.” The girl smiles and he nods.

Harry watches as you explain things to your student. How understanding you are, and how you give her a few tips. She thanks you before leaving.

“That was pretty cool. Wish I had a teacher like you back in the day.”

“Oh, stop.” You smile. “I’m really having a lot of fun with them.”

“Good, I’m glad. So…we have a doctor’s appointment on Friday.”

“That we do.”

“We’ve been holdin’ off on something…”

“You wanna know the sex of the baby, don’t you?”

“I do, I really do. I know it doesn’t really matter because it could decide it wants to be the complete opposite, and I know we’ve painted the nursery grey and yellow, but I mostly wanna know so we can start calling it its name, instead of it or Baby Styles.”

“Aw, but I like Baby Styles.” You pout and he leans in to kiss you. “I see what you’re saying though. Okay, I suppose at our next appointment we could finally let Dr. Johnson tell us.”

“Consider it another birthday present.”

“Harry.” You sigh. “Your birthday was two weeks ago.”

“I know…but you made it such a good birthday.”

“Please.” You whisper as your cheeks heat up. “I can’t discuss that here. This is one office that will stay pure.”

Dr. Johnson was giving you your ultrasound, making sure everything was good. The baby’s heart beat was excellent, and everything was the way it should be.

“Does its head look large to you? Harry has a pretty big head.” You smirk and he nudges your shoulder.

“We may have a larger head, sure.” She laughs. “So, Harry mentioned to the nurse that you’d like to know what you’re having. Are we sure? A couple of weeks ago it didn’t seem like you were ready to know.”

“We talked about it and we’d like to know.” You tell her.

“Alright…” She moves the ultrasound over your stomach so you can really see the baby’s side better. “You two are having…a boy!”

You both gasp and tear up. You look up at Harry and he leans down to kiss you.

“We would’ve been happy with either, but I was hoping for a boy.” You say. “I kind of had a feeling since he’s sitting so low.”

Dr. Johnson cleans up your stomach and prints you some new sonograms. You couldn’t help but stay glossy eyed as you get down to the car. Harry takes your hand and kisses it.

“Harry…”

“Yes, my love?”

“We’re having a Jack Edward.”

“We’re havin’ a Jack Edward.” He leans in to kiss your teary face. “Can we FaceTime my mum when we get home?”

“Of course. We can tell everyone.”

Your mother threw you and Erica a conjoined “Mommy Shower”. Her husband’s family wanted to do something traditional for her. So of course they broke the rules and bought things for her soon to be baby, which you found out was going to be a girl. You were happy to have her to go through this with. It made you a lot closer. You could call her and compare weird cravings.

You were having fun munching on food, and talking with your friends. You and Erica didn’t really want to play any of the baby shower games. The decorations were really nice that were put up, though. Eventually came time for you to open gifts. Harry sat on one side of you while Mike sat on Erica’s other side so you two could sit in the middle.

You each opened up your gifts, and thanked everyone for coming. You talked with Sarah about her wedding planning. Her and Niall would be getting married at a Temple in Milton, and the reception would be at a nearby hotel. Well, the ceremony would be outside of a Temple, but either way, more religious than your ceremony.

Isaac and Seth would be going to the courthouse at the end of March, and having a party at their apartment for close friends and family. Rachel and Mariah had recently got engaged as well. Everything was falling into place for all your friends, and you couldn’t be happier for them. You were happy that even though you were all sort of growing up and moving on with your lives that you still made time for each other. You felt like you had this whole other family with them, and they felt the same way.

It was your one year wedding anniversary, and you were very pregnant. Harry wanted to take you to the Cape for the weekend, to the inn you got married at.

“Are you excited for your weekend away, Professor?” One of your students asks. They loved when they could get you going on a tangent on a Friday. You were too tired to care at this point.

“I’m very excited.”

“What’s being married like? I can’t even imagine being with one person.” Another student says.

“That’s because you’re in college.” You chuckle. “Being married is really nice, actually. To be honest, it’s not that much different from being just in a normal relationship, but there’s a whole other level of trust and understanding.”

“How did you and Harry meet?”

“Have I never told this story to this section of class?” The class all says no. “I don’t believe you, but I’m too pregnant to care, and it’s Friday.” You sit on the edge of the desk. “We met on a blind date. Our friend Niall set us up. We went to a dinner. I was twenty-four at the time.” You smile.

“And you two just hit it off?”

“Mhm, it was like we went on that one date, and we just kept seeing each other like every weekend. I think it was like three weeks in when he asked me to be his girlfriend.” The class gasps. “I know! And then we moved in together after like five months.”

“Ohhh, he really liked you huh?”

“Very much, and I guess I liked him too.” You giggle.

“Is it weird that next month you’re going to be a mom?”

“Well, I’ve been a mom to my dog, Buster, you guys know that. But…it’s not that it’s weird, it’s more like nervous and excited. Everything’s going to change.”

“Ahem.” You look over and see Harry leaning against the door frame, smiling, with a bouquet of flowers. The class ooo’s. They knew Harry well by now.

“You’re early.” You smile.

“Only by five minutes. It’s Friday, think yeh could dismiss ‘em early?”

“What do you say class? We did some good work this week, yeah? Go on, enjoy your weekends.”

“You too!” A few of them say.

“I like freshmen.” You tell Harry as he hands you your flowers. “Thank you, these are lovely.” You kiss him quick.

“Bags and Buster are in the car, you ready?”

“Mhm, just need to pee quick. Long drive.”

You waddle down the hall to the bathroom, and Harry waits for you. He goes down the elevator with you and helps you with your things in your office. You liked that the two of you took these sentimental trips. It was the perfect way to celebrate an entire year of marriage. It would also probably be one of your last weekends away as you him, and Buster before Jack comes.

“So, I was thinking we could have dinner in the restaurant tonight, and just relax in the hotel room. Then tomorrow if you felt up to it we could go for a walk on the beach in the morning, and then go to the spa in the afternoon. Get pedicures and all that.”

“Sounds wonderful, baby.” You take his hand and kiss it. “Thanks for planning this. It’s the perfect getaway.”

Harry checks you in while you use the bathroom in the lobby. You get Buster up to the room and give him a biscuit before changing into some dinner clothes.

“Do you think I’ll lose all this baby weight?” You say as you look at yourself in the mirror.

“Hope not.” He pinches your bum and wraps his arms around you from behind. “Kinda like havin’ a little more to hold onto.” He kisses your cheek.

“Harry, stop. I’m all…plump.”

“It looks good on yeh, babe, trust me.” He gives your bum another squeeze and lets you go. “Ready to eat?”

“Yeah, I’m starved. Be a good boy Buster, mummy and daddy’ll leave the TV on for you. We’ll have to take him for a good walk tomorrow.”

“Agreed.”

You two are seated at a table. You remember when you had brunch with everyone the day after the wedding. There was space to dance near the bar, other couples having a good time. When you’re done eating, Harry brings you over to the dance floor and pulls you close. The music was slow and nice.

“My bump’s in the way.” You look down at your stomach and back up at Harry.

“Not at all.” He has you lean your head on his chest, and he dances with you. “See, isn’t this nice?”

“Very.” You nuzzle into him closer. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

After a few songs you both decide it’s time to go upstairs, you had been on your feet all day. You both greet a sleepy Buster and start your nightly routines. You rub some cocoa butter on your belly and get onto the bed. Harry’s routine now involved getting between your legs and talking to Jack. He’d tell him about your days and what he was looking forward to once he was born. He did this every night because sometimes Jack would kick, and Harry loved feeling his kicks. He’d give your belly a ton of kisses and then he’d give you a ton of kisses.

The next morning you put on some leggings and a three-quarter zip fleece, and put your hair up in a cute, messy bun. Harry puts Buster’s leash on and you two head out and down towards the beach. It was a nice spring day out, but you were happy you had your fleece since it was still a bit chilly.

Going for a long walk was good, according to your doctor. Not to mention Harry loved seeing your ass in your leggings. The three of you stop so Harry can take a selfie. Someone sees the three of you and offers to take a photo.

“When we get back tomorrow…” He says as you make your way back to the inn to go to the spa. “I have some things set up for you.”

“Like what?”

“You’ll see.” He grins. “We haven’t done a maternity shoot yet.”

“Oh!” You beam at him. “And you already set it up?”

“Mhm, I didn’t wanna waste any time when we got home.”

“I’m really excited. You’ll be in them too, right?”

“Um, usually the dad isn’t…do you want me to be?”

“Yeah! Definitely.”

He kisses your temple and you head inside. Buster gets a little luxurious experience at the groomer the inn has while you two get pedicures. You nearly pass out in the chair while getting your feet massaged. Harry kept his hand in yours the whole time.

You both decide to order room service for dinner and a little lemon cake for dessert. You take a relaxing bath with him in the Jacuzzi-tub. Once you’re all dry he gets you on the bed. He has you sit in his lap where he knew you’d be most comfortable. He gets his lips on yours and kisses you softly. You lace your hands through his damp curls. He rubs his fingers along your slit before pressing inside you. You groan against his neck as he curls his fingers up. He retracts them and sucks them into his mouth.

“Jesus.” You moan as you line his throbbing tip up with you. You sink down on it and groan. “Babe, what if, what if I’m never this tight again.”

“What?!” His eyes snap to yours. “What would even make you say that right now?”

“I don’t know! I mean, I’m gonna push this kid out of me, and his head is gonna rip me open, and-“

“Baby, baby…” He cups your cheeks. “Listen to me, none of that matters. I don’t care about that.”

“But you’re always saying you love how tight I am, and-“

“I know, and it’s true, it feels really good, but it would feel good with you no matter what because I love you. As long as it’s you, it feels good, okay? Do you believe me? Please, don’t worry about something like that.”

“Okay.”

“You believe me, don’t you?”

“Yes, I believe you.”

“Good.”

He kisses you and your tongues mold together. He grips your ass and helps you move on him. You were at a point where you didn’t have much strength on your own, but this was the only position that worked for you these days. His teeth sink into the crook of your neck and he sucks on you.

“Harry.” You groan.

“I love you so much, Y/N.” He says into your ear as thrusts up into you. “You’re giving me everything I ever wanted and more.” Your nails rakes down his chest and around to his back, sinking in.

“I love you too, thank you for making a mom.” You start tearing up as he fucks up into you faster.

“Jesus, fuck.” He grunts. “You’re gonna be the best mum.” He makes eye contact with you and smirks. “The fuckin’ sexiest mum on the block.”

He snakes a hand between the two of you to rub your clit as fast as he can. You cling to him harder, your body laced with sweat. He had you moaning pretty loud until you let out a breathless gasp as you came.

“Fill me up babe, need to feel it, please.”

“God, I love it when you beg me like that, shit.” He groans and releases inside you. He kisses you before lifting you off of him.

He gets up and grabs a towel to clean you up. Once you’re both all set, you snuggle up and fall asleep.

“Oh wow!” You exclaim when you get into your apartment the next day.

“Happy anniversary, dalin’.” He kisses your cheek.

“This set up looks beautiful! Wait, I have something for you.”

“Y/N.” He sighs. “We said no real gifts.”

“I know, but I couldn’t help myself.” You pout. “I got you a new chain for your cross.” You hand him a box out of your purse. He opens it and smiles.

“It’s beautiful, thank you very much.”

He gives you a quick kiss and changes the chains out quick.

“Okay, go do your hair how you like, and get naked while I set the cameras up, yeah?”

You go into the bathroom and blow out your hair. You put some makeup on as well, and come out in your robe. Harry had his white sheet hung up in the living area, and a fan to blow your hair back.

“Harry…?”

“Yes?”

“Um…my…well…could you help me shave? I don’t want my bush in the pictures. It’s one thing with just you and me, but when I look back on these, and I can’t reach, and-“

“Go stand in the tub, I’ll come in in a second.” He smiles. Harry comes in a few minutes later.

“I’m sorry, this is so embarrassing.”

“It’s not, really.” He shrugs. “You’d do the same for me if I couldn’t reach my balls.” You burst out laughing.

He gets you all shaved after ten somewhat awkward minutes, but you’re grateful to feel fresh and clean.

“Thank you so much, I’m sorry.”

“Please, stop apologizing. I’d do anything for you.” He kisses you. “Now come on, it’s all set up.”

You come back out. He gets the fan going to blow your hair back. He tells you what positions to stand in. He gets some beautiful ones of you from the side. Really holding your bump.

“Don’t people do this wearing clothes too?”

“Oh, sure, but we have plenty of pictures of us like that, don’t we?”

“I suppose that’s true. Take your shirt off now, I want you in the pictures too, remember?”

Harry gets the camera set up on the tripod, and takes his shirt off. He gets on one knee and kisses your belly in one. He stands back up and takes your hands in his. You both lean in to kiss each other. He gets behind you in one, and you both make heart shapes with your hands over your stomach.

“I’ll zoom in on that one, it’ll look really nice for an album cover.” He says. “Look at how beautiful you are.” You put your robe back on and look at his camera.

“Thank you so much, I’m happy we’ll have these memories.”

“And then once Jack’s born, Mariah said she’d do a newborn shoot for us.

“She’s the best, the absolute best.”

You were able to make it through the end of the semester without having the baby in your classroom. You felt grateful that you’d be teaching online sections of courses in the fall so you could stay home with Jack a little longer. Erica had her littler girl, and you waddled into the hospital to say congratulations. She was a beautiful baby, and you were excited that Jack would have a cousin so close in age, other than Michael, to grow up with.

The weather was getting warmer and you were getting more uncomfortable after each day passed. Harry did his best to keep you calm, but you were at a point where everything annoyed you. He had you walking, eating spicy food, and you two were definitely still fucking, but nothing was helping you induce.

You had finally fallen asleep when you felt something wet underneath you. You pull the blankets back and see a huge wet spot. Your eyes grow wide.

“Harry!”

“What?!” He comes bursting through the door, he had stayed up to read in the living room so you could get some sleep.

“I think my water broke!” You beam.

“Oh my god, it’s happening!” He helps you out of the bed and gets you into the sweats you had picked out to go to the hospital in.

“Call my mom, I want her with us, okay? I need her.”

“Okay, once we’re in the car alright?” He smiles. “I need to text Rachel to come by to be with Buster.”

“Alright.”

He gets you into the car, and he calls your mom letting her know you were on your way to Boston Hospital. Luckily, Dr. Johnson was on call for you, and you were told she was on her way. A nurse gets you into a room, and gets you hooked up to whatever you needed to be hooked up to.

“Okay, so you’re not looking for a natural birth, correct?”

“Nope, give me all the drugs.” You laugh.

“We’ll do our best.” She smiles.

Eventually your mom shows up giving you lots of hugs and kisses.

“My little girl, my baby about to have a baby.” She smooths your forehead. “How are you doing, Harry?”

“M’alright, just wish I could take all the pain away. Her contractions have hurt really bad.”

“That’ll happen.” Your mom chuckles. “I’ll go get you some coffee.” She smiles and leaves.

“I’m glad she’s here.” You say to him.

“Me too. Nice to have family here for this.”

“Do me a favor, if the doctor asks you if you want to look while he’s coming out, say no. I do not want you looking. You’ll never get that image out of your mind.”

“Alright, I promise.” Your mom comes back shortly with the coffee.

“Mum, you’ll have to call the cantor for me so we can get Jack circumcised.”

“Of course, I’ll call first thing in the morning. I know he’s been waiting for you to call. And I’m going to have your brother and dad get your crib and everything over to your apartment first thing in the morning as well.”

“Oh, thanks mum.” You feel the sharp pains return to your stomach. “Harry!” You gasp. He rushes to your side to hold your hand.

“Remember to breathe, like in the classes.” He strokes your cheek as you squeeze his hand.

After twelve hours of labor, it was finally time to push. Harry was on one side you and your mom on the other. You had been given the epidural, but everything just felt cramped and uncomfortable. You were screaming and cursing as you pushed.

“You’re almost there, Y/N.” Dr. Johnson encourages you.

Harry thought you were going to break his hand off, and honestly, he felt like he deserved it watching you go through all this. Luckily, you weren’t cursing at him or screaming at him that you’ll never do this again, because honestly, you would. Despite how sick you felt in the first trimester, your pregnancy was relatively easy. You’d turn your love with Harry into another baby in a heartbeat, but he didn’t need to know that right now.

“I can see his head! Give me another good push, Y/N!”

You do ask the doctor says, and you nearly feel like you’re going to faint as she pulls Jack out of you. You weren’t sure, but you had to have torn open, there’s no way you didn’t. You hear the baby cry and a wave of relief sweeps over you. They clean him quick before resting him on you for skin on skin. Harry lets the doctor cut the cord, too afraid he’d mess something up. There were tears in your eyes and Harry’s as well. They let Harry hold Jack skin to skin as well before taking him off to weigh him and clean him up further.

“Do we have a name?” One of the nurses asks.

“Jack Edward Styles.” Harry says. You were too exhausted to speak. He leans in and gives you a kiss on the forehead. Your mother was also at a loss for words.

“He’s beautiful, honey, you did great.”

“Okay, Y/N, we just need to take care of a few things down here, I need to stitch you up.” Dr. Johnson says as she cleans up what she can.

“Oh god.” You groan and you start sobbing.

“Nothing to worry about, happens all the time. His head was a little larger like we thought. Long body too.” You look up at Harry and glare as she stitches you up.

“You and your big head.” You seethe.

“M’sorry, baby, really I am.” He can’t help but smile.

“Alright, all done. The nurses will help you the rest of the way.”

One of them shows you the mesh underwear you’ll be wearing and you grimace. You never felt less attractive in your life. After a little while you’re wheeled into your hospital room where you can relax. Your mom stepped out to go home and change. She said she’d come back during visiting hours. She also wanted to give you and Harry some time to relax. He laid on the bed with you and you rested your head on his chest as you finally slept. You were so fucking tired. It was like your entire body had been tensed up for days and now you could relax.

“Mr. and Mrs. Styles?” A nurse coos as she comes in with Jack. Harry sits up and beams at the baby. “Someone’s hungry, does mommy wanna try to feed?”

“I’ll give it a go.” You say as you try to sit up a little. Harry adjusts your pillows for you. “Ten fingers, ten toes?” You ask the nurse.

“Yes.” She chuckles as she hands him to you. “Perfectly healthy. Almost nine pounds.”

“Good god, you came outta me?” You coo to your new bundle of joy. Harry helps you move the hospital gown out of the way.

“He may not latch on right away, just give him a minute to get acquainted.” The nurse explains.

“I brought a pump with me in case he has trouble. I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about breast feeding.” You explain and she nods. “Oh! Look at him go, Harry.” Jack latches on so he can feed.

“Does it hurt, love?”

“Not really, just sort of feels weird. It can tend to hurt, right?” You ask the nurse.

“Yeah, it can. You’ll want to pump so you don’t get sore and tender. For now you’ll be fine since we’ll be bringing him in for his feedings. I’ll leave him with the two of you for a while and come back in an hour or so.” You both thank her before she leaves.

“He’s beautiful, Harry. Can you believe we made him?”

“Absolutely gorgeous. I took your picture when they first put him on you, but I could take a better one now.”

“Please do, I’m all cleaned up now.” He takes his phone out and takes your picture. “What’s your eye color, Jack?” He looks up at you slightly. “Oh! Green, duh.” You laugh.

“Be a bit weird if he didn’t since both of ours are green.”

“My dad’s eyes are brown and my mom’s are green, but my brother ended up with blue eyes. Both of my sisters have brown eyes, and I have green, so literally anything could have happened. I hope he has your curls.”

“Looks like he’ll have your nose, which is nice. Your nose is way cuter than mine, s’like a little button.”

“Oh stop it, I do not have a button nose. His ears look bigger like mine.”

“Seems like he’ll be a good mix of us, huh?”

“We’ll find out once he grows in a bit. I think he’s done.” You hold him up against your shoulder so you can gently burp him, and then you hand him to Harry. “So natural.” You tell him as you smile at your boys.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“For what?”

“Makin’ me a real Daddy. I know we have Buster and all, but this…” You lean in and kiss Jack’s head.

“Mm, he smells so good, smell his head.” You giggle. “He’s got that new baby smell.” Harry dips his head slightly and he smiles as he smells his child.

“He does smell good.” He chuckles.

A nurse comes in for you a little while later.

“Time to go to the bathroom, Y/N.” She sighs.

“No, please don’t make me.” You whine. “It’s going to hurt.”

“I know, but we need to have you try. I’ll be right in there with you.”

“Oh, wonderful.” You roll your eyes.

“Go on, honey, I’m sure you need to go with all the fluids you’ve been given.”

The nurse helps you onto your feet and you cringe as you take a step. You look back at Harry and he gives you an encouraging smile. It broke his heart to see you like this. He knew in a few months you’d be perfectly fine, but right now he knew you were in a ton of pain, and he hated it. The nurse helps you use the toilet, and you swore at her up and down, then you apologized of course. She helps you back in the bed afterwards.

“Okay…so the next time I come to help you use the bathroom, you’re going to hate me even more.”

“Why?” You ask, taking Jack back from Harry.

“You need to try to have a BM.” Your eyes widen. You had read up on this, and you weren’t looking forward to it. “We need to make sure you stitches don’t rip open and get cleaned properly. I’ll be back in a couple of hours, okay?”

“Please, take your time.” You tell her as she leaves. “That’s going to suck.”

Nurses continued to come in and out to check on you and Jack. They took him away for a while to let you and Harry rest. Harry had let everyone know to just come to visiting hours tomorrow. You needed more time to recover, and you really didn’t want to see everyone just yet. Your BM was painful to say the least, but you got through it.

“It’ll get easier, Y/N.” The nurse says. As you lay down in the bed she braces you for something much more painful. “You may want to hold your husband’s hand for this. I have to give your stomach a massage, and it’s going to hurt.”

“Wonderful.” You take a breath. “Ow! What the fuck?!” You squeeze Harry’s hand.

“I’m so sorry, I’m checking to make sure there’s no internal bleeding or air pockets.”

“This is worse than giving birth, I swear to god.” You grit your teeth.

“Okay, all done.” She smiles. “Take some time to rest. We’ll bring the baby in for another feeding soon.”

“Alright? Want some ice chips?”

“No, because then I’ll need to pee again.” You pout.

“Y/N.” He sighs and hands you the cup of ice chips.

“It burns, Harry. It’s terrible.”

“I know, I’m sorry. It’ll get better soon, this is the hardest part.” He strokes your cheek. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You pucker your lips and kiss him.

The next day people trickle in during the different visiting hours. Your family came first and took turns holding the baby. Your friends came in the afternoon, many of them shedding tears. It was wonderful to have so many people around.

Harry had made sure to take time off from work to be home with you. Not necessarily a paternity leave, though. He told you he’d take two weeks off form going to the studio, and then he’d do half days or every other day from there. He promised he wouldn’t work weekends as well. You knew he had to work to make the money you both needed. You had a good paycheck from the school, but you weren’t working this summer, so that extra cash was nonexistent.

You were grateful your dad and brother were able to set up the nursery the rest of the way for you. Everything was in its place. You and Harry agreed Anne and Gemma, and Nannie, could fly in, in a month or so to come meet Jack. You just needed some time to adjust and heal before you started having a ton of visitors.

You and Harry couldn’t help but laugh when he helped you set up the breast pump. It was extremely awkward, but you couldn’t figure out how to do it yourself. You also needed his help going to the bathroom at various points, also extremely awkward and embarrassing, but that was marriage. You were grateful for him.

Buster took a liking to Jack right away. You knew they’d be great buddies. You and Harry barely got any sleep the first couple weeks, which was to be expected. You constantly needed to feed Jack. He was a big boy, and he was hungry.

“Why are you crying?” Harry sighs as he comes into the nursery to see what’s going on.

“Because.” You sniffle. “Because what if my breast milk doesn’t have enough stuff in it and that’s why he’s so hungry? I know nothing’s wrong with formula, but like, I’m his mother, and I can’t even give him what he needs.” You sob.

“Okay, okay.” Harry takes Jack and the bottle from you to continue feeding him. You wipe your tears. It was hard to be sad whenever you’d see Harry effortlessly hold your child. “You are giving him what he needs. He’s just…large.” He chuckles. “He’s hungry a little more. I was talkin’ to Lou, and he said Freddie was the same way. Constantly hungry, and Bri used breastmilk. You’re makin’ plenty of it. If you were havin’ trouble producing, I’d say yeah let’s switch to formula, but I think we’re fine.”

“What am I gonna do when you go back to work.” You tear up again.

“Your mum’s comin’ to be with you, remember? She’ll be here when I can’t be. Believe me, I’d rather be here with you.”

“I know, I don’t mean to make you feel bad. You just always know how to calm me down.”

“Luckily your mum’s done this four times, so she’ll know what to do too.” He smiles. He turns Jack over to burp him. “Here, wanna rock him to sleep? I’m gonna take Buster out quick.”

“Okay.” He hands him back to you. You rock him slowly and set him down in his crib. “Mummy loves you very much, Jack.” You coo as you leave the room.

You go out to the living room to sit on the couch. Buster comes trotting in and sits at your feet. You pat the top of his head, and Harry comes to sit next to you. He puts an arm around you and pulls you in close.

“Love you so much.” He kisses your hairline.

“I love you too.”

You were never so thankful to have friends who didn’t work in the summer in your life. Your mom was a big help, but she was also trying to help out Erica. Sarah and Rachel came over often to hang out and make sure you weren’t bored to shit while Jack napped. They’d go out for walks with you while he was strapped to your chest.

“You look great, Y/N.” Sarah says.

“Seriously, Y/N, it’s been what? A month? Barely even have a tummy anymore.” Rachel says.

“Oh stop it.” You shake your head at them as you walk down the street. “I’ve just simply deflated. Dr. Johnson said I could start doing more cardio next month, do some strength training too, but for now she just wants me walking.”

“Having that little guy strapped to you has to be some kind of strength training.” Sarah smirks.

“You have no idea! He looks tiny, but he gets heavy after a while.”

“When do you think you guys will do your newborn shoot?”

“Probably next month once I feel a little more comfortable being photographed. Oh! You guys should see the album we put together from the maternity shoot, the pictures came out so nice. I had a couple framed and put into Jack’s room.”

“Definitely! How’s Harry been with going back to work?” Rachel says.

“He feels guilty, and like he’s missing out on things. I’ve brought Jack to the studio a couple of times, but I think it makes it worse for him. That’s why Buster’s been going to work with him. He’s such a good dad, not that I ever doubted he would be. It’s never a contest, like he’s just always jumping into help.”

“That’s what he’s supposed to do. He’s a dad, not a babysitter.” Sarah points out.

“Exactly.”

“Do you feel like you’ve had any post-partum stuff?” Rachel asks.

“Sometimes I feel like I’m not doing enough? Like when I feed him and he gets hungry again almost immediately after, I feel like I’m not giving him what he needs. But Harry seems to think he’s just genuinely hungry. I’m excited for Anne and Gemma to come visit soon, and I think Nannie’s gonna come up in August.”

“That’s great! It must be difficult knowing you have a grandchild so far away.”

“Since Anne’s retired, Harry was saying she might rent a small studio and stay here for a while longer this summer to be with Jack, and to help us out a bit. I’m all for it, she’s the best, and it would take some pressure offer my mom. I know she’s trying to balance out time with Jack and Melissa.”

“Oh yeah, how’s she doing?”

“Good! Erica’s kind of dealing with the same things as I am. Although, she went right to formula instead of breastfeeding.” You shrug.

“Do you think you’ll ever put your piercings back in?”

“The second my stomach goes back to normal, that’s going back in for sure, but my nipples I’m not so sure about. If I get pregnant again I’ll just need to take them out, it was really annoying. I’m fine with just my nose for now.”

You were grateful your friends didn’t mind talking about this stuff, and even more grateful they were checking in on your mental state. You were the luckiest person in the world.

#harry styles #my everything #take it slow sequel #harry styles imagine #harry styles fic #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles y/n #harry styles fluff #harry styles fluff fic #harry styles smut #harry styles smut fic #GET THE TISSUES #i love this part and the next few a lot #pls tage if you reblog #come hang out in my ask box!

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Female!Chromeskull x Male!Reader- Reborn

My first try at writing Female!Chromeskull (Jessica Cromeans). This one is for the males, because they also deserve a piece of Chromeskull. ENJOY!~

It all started with you searching for a job, been almost broke, and having to evict the apartment made you feel like walking on thin ice; that's when one of your old friends from high-school, Spann heard of your quest and said she might find you something. You knew she worked for a very high and important business organization.

She had called you to tell you that there is one more assistant job and they're looking to hire someone. Looks like the organization was getting so big and important, Spann, being the primary secretary, couldn't handle everything just by herself and the boss decided that one more person could help things get more smoothly.

Spann told you a little about the CEO and you were surprised that it was a woman. Now, you weren't a sexist, but being to work under a female made you a little anxious, mostly because you couldn't talk to a woman, not even if your life was on the line.

The interview went pretty good and looks like they hired you mostly because you could speak ASL fluently and your boss was mute. Your boss was pretty, no, scratch that, she was gorgeous; tall, hourglass figure, long tresses of platinum blonde hair pulled into an impeccable pony-tail, dollface like make-up, black clothes. She was the epitome of a femme fatale and you were surprised you managed to answer all her questions without making yourself a fool.

Before you could get up she stopped you, raising her hand, the manicured red nail-polish on display.

'That won't do.' she signed, making you furrow your brows in confusion.

"What are you talking about?" you asked in a quite nervous voice, afraid you screwed up with something.

'Your clothes.' she signed, gesturing to your attire.

Looking down, you had to agree on a little with her. You were wearing a simple white shirt with faded jeans and black converse; not exactly that professional, but you didn't have the money to buy Versace and Calvin Klein. You looked down in shame, feeling like you were so out of place, then you heard her walk towards you, looking you she flashed you an apologetic smile.

'Don't worry, sweetie. You're new here, but there's always room for improvement.' she signed, motioning to you to follow her and you did, after all, she was your boss now, or so you hoped.

That day she took you out for shopping, buying you new clothes, even going with you to hairstyles to do something about your unkempt hair. You looked yourself into the mirror, seeing a whole new person and you wondered if it was really you. Your hair was all freshly cut, the upper part swiped back, then you looked lower; black button-up shirt, black slacks, and black oxford shoes.

'See...a little magic.' she signed, flashing you her pearly white teeth.

After working under her for almost two years, you started to learn much more about Jessica Cromeans and that her business wasn't exactly that orthodox like, but you learned to accept everything that included a very fat paid job that most would kill for.

With these two years came the taboo feeling and you cursed yourself every time you thought about your boss in the most inappropriate ways possible.

'She is married for Christ's sake! Get your mind out of that, [Name]!' you scolded yourself mentally, as you typed on the laptop, working at your desk for the murderous organization along with Spann.

'She would never look at you that way. You're way out of her league.' you told yourself with a sigh.

Yes, you were falling for your boss, so imagine the shock you felt when she was almost killed and destroyed. Staying close to the operating room, pacing back and forth, with Preston and Spann sitting on the chairs, waiting for their boss to wake up.

"Can you stop that, kid?" Preston grumbled, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

You sighed, leaning on the wall and looking at your Rolex, counting down the minutes that passed.

When Jessica woke up and you heard she was alive and alright, you were over the moon, but you knew she would never be the same, ever. She became more distant and much more abrasive, but you couldn't blame her. You would be so too if someone disfigured your face.

You were glad that she was back and continued her murderous tendencies, but another incident happened that made her almost have a break-down.

Her husband found out about everything and you didn't know if you were relieved or sad that he shot himself in the interrogation room of the FBI.

Jessica stayed inside her home for at last a week and she called you to bring her some supplies; after all, you were her assistant, so a job was to be done. Seeing her modern luxurious mansion made you feel small and insignificant, but you continued, entering the house and calling for her; no response. You sighed, hoping, at last, to receive a message on the work phone, but nothing.

You groaned in annoyance and walked up the main staircase to her bedroom, maybe she was asleep. Opening the huge double doors you saw her at the mirror vanity, looking into her reflection, a lipstick in her hand that she clenched so tightly it broke.

"Ummm...boss? I brought the food and the supplies." you said, catching her attention.

Looking now better at her face, you agreed that she was destroyed; the once impeccable face, now a mass of scarred skin, her functional brown eye looking at you wide open.

'Leave it on the front table and get out.' she signed, looking away from you.

Your lips pulled into a thin line and you could bear to see her likes this; she used to be a very confident woman, marching with superiority whenever she went, so seeing her so vulnerable, broke your heart.

"Look, Miss. You have to get out at some point." you said, putting the bag on a table close and took a step towards her. Big mistake.

In an instant, she was in front of you with a glare directed to your face, teeth pulled into a snarl.

'I said to get out.' she signed into your face.

"Look. It's not that bad." you started, but were met with a slap across your face.

'Not bad? I'm a monster! I'm ugly! I'm disgusting!' she signed with ferocity.

You were done taking her bullshit and caught her wrists in a tight grip, your eyes piercing into her brown one, wide-open that you had the guts to stand your ground; the submissive soft-spoken [Name].

"Stop all this goddamn signing!" you snarled, your eyes looking from her eye to her lips, scarred, but still so kissable, so tempting. Before you knew it your lips crashed into hers, a kiss so needy and full of attention, all towards her.

If Jessica could speak she would probably squeal and scream, not expecting to be kissed, not with that face and by all means, by you. The nerdy [Name] that in all these years she turned into a handsome and suave man; you really evolved into a man since you started working for her. You gulped back and gasped, blush on your face.

"Look, Jessica. I'm not gonna tell you this a hundred times, but you're still beautiful. You still have the charisma, your intelligence, strong and by all that happened I still find myself longing for you." you declared, making the blonde woman that was your boss almost tear up.

You knew you probably screwed up, so you were ready to leave until she pushed you back into a kiss, much more feverish than the one before, her hands running up and down your torso. The surprise that you felt was quickly overtaken, your arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer against your body.

The next hour was a blur of clothes flying everywhere, lots of biting and kissing, hands running over each other's body; it was pure bliss, like a dream that finally comes true, especially when you pushed into her, her mouth pulled into a silent gasp.

"Oh, Jessica..." you groaned, grinding your hips into hers. It was heaven inside her; so wet and tight.

Sadly, all the pent-up libido in you came to a final and you felt your length twitching, ready to pull out of her, only for her legs to tighten around your waist, trapping you in.

"N-No...I-I'm not wearing a condom....I...Y-You're not on the pill." you gasped, looking down at her.

'I don't care. Cum inside me...Fuck me.' she signed quickly, making you throw your head back and fill her up, her hands pulling your head on her chest, her fingernails scratching your scalp, making you groan, trying to catch your breath.

That's pretty much how you became Mr. Cromeans and she was more than delighted you were so understanding of everything, and I mean everything.

You opened the silver suitcase, pulling out the chrome skull mask, your fingertips brushing over the cold metal, then you felt arms wrapping around your waist, the skull ring on the ring finger, and the red stiletto nails giving you all the guess for who it was.

Jessica was nuzzling on your broad back, taking in your scent and masculine cologne she had bought for you.

Your smile turned into a deadly smirk as you looked back at the skull mask, the twin knives resting into the suitcase.

Oh yes....Things are just going to be dandy.

#Chromeskull: Laid to rest 2 #Laid to rest 2009 #Chromeskull #chromeskull x reader #Jesse Cromeans #jesse cromeans x reader #slasher x reader #genderbend

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rainbowglittr · 3 years

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Love and Marriage - Chapter 13 (Mature, Minors DNI)

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After a loss in the family uncovers a family secret, Jaleia and her husband Jesse are forced to balance one family crisis after another along with their budding careers and their plans to expand their family. Will the pressure to keep everyone else together ruin their own relationship? Can ruined relationships be fixed before it’s too late?

tw: implied smut

Chapter 13:

Jaleia's POV

I waited at the baggage claim for Jesse and Diana. Their flight was due any minute now and I couldn't wait to see them. I was actually sick of myself.

Jesse had told me last night that Imani and him had some sort of "encounter." We were definitely going to have to talk about it but for now, I put it out of my mind because I missed him and I just wanted to enjoy the moment. I also didn't buy five new lace lingerie outfits to not wear.

I walked around the area a couple times until I saw a crowd of people coming out the doors. Diana ran over to me, the brightest smile stretched across her face. I wrapped my arms around her.

"How was the trip? How was the flight?" I said.

"It was so much fun! I can't wait to tell you everything!" She said as she bounced up and down. She turned around and pointed to the conveyor belt.

"That's my bag!" She said before running off.

Jesse appeared a few seconds later. We looked a little uneasy. But seeing him in that black v-neck had me feeling some kind of way. Three weeks is a long time, okay?

I ran over to him, practically jumping onto him, but he moved quick to hold me.

"Hey J-" he started to say but I kissed him, pulling him even closer. We paused to take a breath and then let our mouths explore each other as his hands slid lower and lower on my body.

"Ewwww, Jesse! People are starting to stare." Diana said. She wheeled her bag over to where we were.

"Let them stare." He said. He kissed me three more short times before we decided to break apart.

"I got your bags, Jess." She said.

"Aww thanks, little sis." He said, taking the bags from her. She put earbuds in her ear.

"Well we have officially lost her." Jesse said, holding my hand.

"I'm afraid so. So besides the giant hoe shaped elephant in the room which we will be talking about later, how was your trip?" I said as we made our way through the airport to the car.

"That's one way to put it. It was great I missed L.A. You gotta come with me sometime. "

"You keep saying that yet I never get to go. Anyway I missed you sooo much that I bought something a little special something for we to wear and you to take off."

"Oh yeah?"

"Wait until we get home. I want you and me to go into that bedroom and not come out until the next morning. I want to be screaming, not just pleasured, not just content, not just really good, I want to be screaming your name. Can you do that?" I said in his ear.

"Damn Jay, I leave for three weeks and your turn into a freak? Hell yeah I can do that."

"Good." I said. Jesse reached over and tapped Di on the shoulder. She looked up and took out an earbud.

"I'm just saying I suggest you watch a movie in the basement or play some really loud music when we get home." He said.

"Why? She said, her eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

"Oh no reason, just might be nice for tonight." He said.

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"What the fuck did you just say?"

"I am so sorry Jay. I didn't mean it, I swear it just slipped out."

"You are about to slip off this earth! I can't believe you would say her name!"

We and Jesse were having a great night. We were on round two of the evening when Jesse called out Imani's name while we were doing it. I have never slapped anyone that fast before.

"I didn't mean to! I don't even know why I said it!"

"Are you trying to tell me something Jesse? What the hell was that? What the HELL was that?" I yelled at him. We were standing on the opposite sides of the bed and everytime he tried to get near me I picked something up to throw at him.

"I swear to God, Jaleia it was a mistake. It didn't mean it. I don't even know how it slipped out!"

"Damn right it was a mistake! Were you thinking of her while we having sex?"

"No, God no. Not at all I have no idea where that came from."

"I am so done with you I can't even look at you." I said.

"Come on, You love looking at this." He said, narrowly dodging the shoe I launched at his head.

"Okay not the time I get it." He said.

"You fucking Bastard."

"Okay, enough with name calling."

"All I wanted was to enjoy one night with my stupid husband and he calls me by his ex hoes name? You got me SO fucked up. Since it's clear neither of us will be having anymore sex tonight, let's talk about Imani. Let's talk about that." I said, grabbing my robe and tying it around my waist.

"Maybe we should wait until we're both a little more calm-"

"The calm ship sailed when your ship sailed into my harbor and called me by the wrong name. Let me tell you something Jesse. I am a doctor and I could kill you and make it look like accident. Sit down and Start talking." I said, sitting down facing him. He reached his arm out to me.

"Touch me and you will lose that arm. What happened between you and Imani?" He quickly moved his arm away from me and sat down.

"We were at the studio. We just finished and I stayed behind to work on another song. It was just Dre and me and Imani. Dre went to the bathroom. And then Imani-"

"Why didn't you leave? I told you not to be alone with her! Obviously I was right."

"Dre went to the bathroom, it was only supposed to be for a minute."

"But it wasn't, was it?"

"She pounced fast okay? She started dancing and kept trying get me to do stuff and then I walked away and sat on the couch. That's when she climbed into my lap. Eventually I got her off me and left. But that's all that happened."

"I still can't believe you would say her name!"

"Are you mad?"

"I'm not mad at you for what someone else did to you. If you didn't tell me I would've been pissed. Her, on the other hand, better not ever come near me or you again."

"I love you."

"Did you want to? Sleep with her." I looked him dead in the face. He squirmed a little and then looked up, not meeting my eyes

"Not really."

"What the hell does 'not really' mean?"

"To be honest, She's not ugly and I was sex deprived. But that's the only reason."

"You being horny? No other reason or feelings?"

"No. I have no feelings for her. Please don't be mad at me."

"I told you I'm not mad at you for something you didn't do. I pissed at what you just did."

Jesse put his arm on my shoulder. I slapped it off.

"Don't touch me. I'm still mad at you!"

"It was an accident!"

"I hope the couch is comfortable tonight."

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I flipped another perfect pancake. Sunday mornings were so peaceful. Both Jesse and Diana were asleep so I quietly came downstairs to start breakfast without waking them up. I flipped the bacon the hickory smoke smell filled the kitchen. I went to the refrigerator and grabbed a carton of strawberries and started to cut them.

I felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around my waist.

"Get off." I said.

"Are you seriously still mad, Jay?"

"Yes, how would you like it if we making love and I called you another man's name?"

"I see how that could be problematic. Can you pass me a strawberry?" He said.

I purposefully threw it across the room.

"Can you please tell me what's really bothering you?" He said. He cut the stove burners off and used my waist to turn me around to face him. I looked at the floor.

"Do you have any idea how that made me feel? You calling her name. I mean I know I'm the one to zone out. But I wouldn't call someone else's name. Makes me wonder if you're actually in the moment with me-and you know that's hard enough for me, or if you're think about other people. Especially her? Do you regret not sleeping with her?"

Jesse got on his knees looking up at me from my waist.

"I'm so sorry. Trust me it will never happen again. It was an honest random fuck up, it has nothing to do with how I feel about you. You know that. I'm done with Imani, I don't want her, she's done, she's history, in the past and sealed up. I love you and only you."

"Are you sure? Because if you ever do that again I swear I will-"

Jesse quickly attached his lips to mine.

"I will never do that again. Never. I love you."

"Love your stupid ass too. I hop you didn't max out your card in Cali, cause this is soooooooo going to cost you."

"Oh God. What is this going to cost me?"

"My bracelet could use some matching friends. "

"Do you know how expensive that bracelet was?"

"I know how expensive it's friends are going to be."

"So if I do that, will you stop being mad at me?"

"I might even have sex with you." I said, standing on my toes to kiss the tip of his nose. He kissed the side of my neck.

"I don't get a second chance?"

"Oh, you will. Try not to moan another girl's name though, total mood killer."

"You know what?" Jesse said, picking me up and slinging me over his shoulder.

"Put me down!" I laughed. He started tickling my sides, and spinning me around, causing me to scream and laugh. Eventually he brought me to the living room and threw me down on the couch. He straddled me, his hands still attacking my sides. I tried to push his hands off but he grabbed them and held them down above my head with one hand.

"I'm not going to lie, that was extremely sexy. But if you don't stop, I'm going to piss myself. " I said.

"Oh, really?" He said smirking. "I'll let you go, for a price."

"What's that?" I said looking at him, trying to catch my breath.

"Should I leave the room?" Diana said, walking down the stairs. We both looked toward the stairs. Jesse kissed me and helped me up.

"No, we're not going to have sex since you're here now." He teased. She was quiet for a second and then said,

"Have you done it on the couch?"

"Who wants breakfast?" I said as I walked back to the kitchen. What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

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I looked in the fridge for something to eat. I found some chicken pasta that I had ordered a couple of days ago.

Jesse walked by me and said "I wouldn't eat that if I were you."

"I have a stomach of steel."

I did not have a stomach of steel. I threw up about two hours after eating that pasta. I was sitting on the floor of the bathroom after the second wave of vomit. I was trying to be quiet so Jesse wouldn't hear me and so that I didn't have to admit that he was right. At first he walked by the bathroom and then he backed up.

"I told you. I told you not to do it!" He said laughing.

"Shut up!" I tried to cross my arms but my stomach was killing me. Jesse walked in and started massaging my lower back.

"I'm sorry you didn't listen to me." He said.

"Shut up!" He laughed.

"Do you want something to drink?" He asked.

"Maybe some ginger ale and water please.' I said. Jesse got up, kissed the top of my head and started walking out the room when the doorbell rang.

"Jay I'll be right back." He said walking to the door.

"My baby!" I heard Aiesha say. Oh great, another random visit from Aiesha.

"Hey mom, HEY DIANA, come down. How ya doing mom?"

"I missed you guys so much. I have so much to tell you, Jesse."

"Okay you wanna sit in the living room, I'll be right back."

He came back to me with the soda and water.

"We have a visitor. " he said.

"I heard. If you wanna close the door so that it doesn't smell like vomit go ahead."

"Nah, it's fine. Let me know if you need anything, I'll check on you."

"Go ahead." Another wave hit me and I hurled myself over the toilet.

"We can go to the hospital."

"No, I'm fine. It'll pass. My fault for being stupid, hungry, and lazy."

"Okay, but if you don't feel better you're going." He said, kissing my forehead.

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"So there's an offical date set for the start of your dad's trial. They will start in about three months. The prosecution wants him on as many charges as they can and want to put him away for as long as possible." Aiesha said.

I had finished, for now, my temporary bout of mild food poisoning, and I was sitting on the floor in between Jesse's legs, sitting literally anywhere else made me nauseous. Jesse was sitting on the couch, apparently his mom had a ton of news for him, that she waited until he was back for Cali to tell him. After her usual twenty insults she finally started talking.

"Also, I could be closing on the house in the next few weeks, there is a couple that is really interested in it and they are considering putting in an offer. So if that goes through, then I'll be able to really take time and find the house I want."

"Congrats, mom! I hope it goes through. But once it gets sold where are you going to stay?" Jesse said.

"Well, Mel's sister lives in the same neighborhood and Mel was coming up for a visit, so I'll be with them. But it shouldn't be for long because I put in an offer on a house and guess what?"

"Really that's great! What?" Jesse said.

"It's right around the corner from here!" She said with a huge smile on her face. I turned and faced Jesse with the fakest smile I could muster.

"Can you believe that Jess? She found the perfect house just around the corner from us. She'd only be five minutes away." I said, trying to keep my face pleasant.

"I know I heard, that's so great mom! Just around the corner, wow! Great!" He said. I could tell he wasn't that happy about it by the look he gave me.

"And Di wouldn't have to change schools because our towns share a school district. I can come over ALL the time. I might even have time to teach Jaleia some class." She said. I let that insult fly over my head.

"Oh my Gosh, she'll be here all the time Jess, isn't that going to be great?" I said, squeezing Jesse's hand.

"Super." He said.

"Don't get too excited. I still need them to accept my offer."

"Oh we would hate to Jinx it."

"Why do you have so many damn post its everwhere? Your house looks like a damn clown house."

"It's how I remember some of the stuff I have to do. Or how Jesse reminds me."

"I forgot you were one of those scattered brained people." She said her face turning up into an unpleasant expression. She was the type of person to say that ADHD wasn't a real thing or was a "white people" thing just because she didn't like me. But for anyone else it was a legitimate problem.

"Mom. You know-" Jesse started but I interrupted him. I wasn't going to have this conversation with her again, she knew what she was doing and I refused to waste time entertaining it. I had enough of a hard time dealing with having it, and an even harder time with people dealing with it. It wasn't something that most people knew about me. And I intentionally did that. And she knows that's a sore spot with me which is why I won't give her the satisfaction of upsetting me.

"Jesse your mom already knows and we've already had the discussion about her lack of sensitivity. So I won't discuss it again."

I felt my stomach bubble and decided to take my leave now before it got too much. I tapped Jesse's leg before I went to the upstairs bathroom this time. After emptying my digestive tract again and brushing my teeth I started to come downstairs. I stopped when I heard Jesse's voice sounding slightly angry.

"I told you mom, you have to stop. Nobody wants to deal with you criticizing them all the time."

"Well you know how I feel about her, I'm telling you, you settled with her. She is such a downgrade. And she's crazy, I mean she calls it ADHD, but come on? The girl is not wrapped tight. "

"I try to be patient with you, but you're not going to keep talking about her like that. Enough is enough. Stop it. I'm so sick of it."

"Fine, I'll try to keep my opinions to myself. I'm sorry to upset you but I'm your mother. It's my job to tell you the truth. You don't have to like it."

"Look when she comes down you need to apologize. She doesn't deserve that. "

I heard her sigh. "Whatever."

I continued my walk downstairs. Jesse had this crazy idea after the first time I met his mom that eventually she would grow to like me. But in actuality, she just hated me more with every day. He tried to keep the peace, and he always tried to get us to get along but as I've told him, it is never going to work.

"Mom." Jesse said. Aiesha sighed and gave me the most indifferent expression on her face and said.

"I apologize."

"Okay." I said. Jesse gave me a look to which I non verbally responded "What?"

His mom got up and went downstairs to the basement to talk to Diana.

"Jay." Jesse said.

"What?" I said.

"At least she apologized."

"If that's what you want to call it. I should not have eaten that pasta." I said as my stomach suddenly started bubbling again.

"I told you! You have to throw up again?" He said laughing.

"Worse, other end." I said running to the bathroom.

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I sat on the toliet seat and put the timer on my phone. I tried not to obsess too much about getting pregnant and I tried to wait a little longer before taking the test but it was three days since I missed my period and I couldn't wait any longer.

My timer went off. I grabbed the stick and took a deep breath, and looked.

#love and marriage #original story #original writing #writers on tumblr #black writers #black characters

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Kuroshitsuji Ladies Week - Paula

Day one of Kuro Ladies week and Paula gets a chance to be in the spotlight for once! :D

Paula has been with her mistress for many years now, watching her grow from a sweet loving child into a beautiful strong young woman. She's been there for all her joys and sorrows. Only...far too many of her sorrows seem to be centred around Earl Phantomhive. Paula can't help but hate the young boy who keeps breaking her mistress' heart.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24370816

The Phantomhives were dead and Paula almost found herself resenting them for it. Which was awful really, and she bowed her head, thankful no one could hear her thoughts as she stood in the windswept cemetery, barely able to hear the vicar’s voice as he read the eulogy. It wasn’t their fault they were dead, she should feel sorry for them all, murdered in such a horrific manner, especially the twins, so young and innocent. And she did feel bad, she really did, she wished with all her heart it hadn’t happened.

But she couldn’t deny that she didn’t wish that for their sake as much for the sake of little Lizzy, who was standing beside her mother, eyes wide and blank with grief. Whenever Paula saw that empty lost expression on Lizzy’s face, Lizzy who was so full of life and joy and happiness, she wanted to do absolutely anything necessary to make her young charge smile again. Lizzy deserved to be happy and Paula almost hated Ciel and his family for dying and making Lizzy so inconsolably full of grief.

Paula had been with Lizzy for almost five years now and had come to love her dearly. She was kind and generous and sweet but also strong and proud and so skilled when she fought! Paula had been horrified when she had been informed that her charge, barely five years old, would be taking fencing classes, hardly suitable for a young English lady! But it would take a far braver maid than Paula to stand up against Lady Frances and so Paula had been there to dress and prepare Lizzy for her practise and listen to her chat eagerly about her progress and really, when it became apparent how skilled Lizzy was Paula’s fear had dissolved. Lizzy was safe and happy and that was all Paula wanted.

But now Lizzy was unhappy in a way that Paula couldn’t fix with cakes and a story, or a ride out into the country, or even a trip into town to buy something pretty and charming. Lizzy was grieving the loss of her fiance and Paula was grieving the loss of Lizzy’s innocence and delight in life.

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Ciel had returned and Paula had been prepared to greet this news with undivided joy. Lizzy certainly had been over the moon when the letter had come from Ciel, addressed to the Marquis of course, but inviting the whole family to the manor for dinner. A necessary politeness. Paula of course hadn’t been invited but she had spent the evening eagerly gossiping with the other servants about how Ciel had survived the fire that had killed his family and where he had been for the last month. When Lizzy had returned Paula had hurried to help her prepare for bed, expecting to hear the full story form a delighted Lizzy who would have her love of life and happiness restored to her.

Instead Lizzy confessed almost tearfully that Ciel had told them almost nothing about what had happened to him, and that he was acting completely differently, almost like a stranger.

“I know he’s been through something bad...and I don’t want to make him feel bad…” Lizzy had told Paula, staring at her hands as the maid brushed her hair for her. “But I just want to help him! I’d do anything to make him smile again, like he used to.”

Paula’s heart had shattered anew for how kind her young mistress was. Lizzy was hurting so badly and all she wanted to do was help someone else. She really was the sweetest young lady Paula had ever served.

As the days, weeks and months went by and Paula watched as Lizzy tried and tried again and again to cheer Ciel up, to make him smile or relax even slightly and each attempt failed, Paula half wanted to shake Ciel by the shoulders and shout at him that Lizzy was doing so much for him, that she was tearing herself to pieces in a desperate plea to make him feel even the tiniest bit better, and if he were truly a gentleman, or if he loved her in the slightest, he would respond in some way. Lizzy was desperate to help him and Ciel was pushing her away and each time Lizzy returned home with the sad longing expression and damp eyes Paula felt more angry than she had any right to be. Couldn’t Ciel see how much he was hurting Lizzy?

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Lizzy stared wistfully at the beautiful heeled shoes and then shook her head almost violently, tears spilling from the corners of her eyes as she refused them. Paula put them away. They had been a gift from Lizzy’s father, a reward for winning a fencing tournament and Lizzy clearly wanted them badly but was refusing them. Paula knew why, knew just how much Ciel had hurt Lizzy...how Lizzy was desperately trying to force herself into a mould that she had long since outgrown in a doomed attempt to please a boy who seemed to take absolutely no interest.

After Lizzy was dressed and had cleaned her face ready for lunch with her family Paula carefully packed the paper back around the shoes and put them away. Maybe there would come a day soon when Lizzy would feel able to wear heeled shoes and enjoy grown up things, a time when she wouldn’t be desperately hiding her skill with a sword because she was scared that Ciel wouldn’t react badly to it. As far as Paula was concerned that day couldn’t come soon enough.

Paula had often dreamed of having children of her own, of finding a wonderful husband and building a family with him. She had cherished each child she had cared for in her career, but she had been with Lizzy longer than any other child and couldn’t imagine loving a child more than she loved her bright smiling girl. Elizabeth Midford was the closest thing Paula had to a daughter and it tore her up inside to see her hurting herself over a boy who, quite frankly, didn’t deserve her if he wasn’t going to appreciate the gift he had been given!

Later that evening she spoke with Helena, one of the upstairs maids about her worries.

“I almost find myself wishing Ciel had never come back...her grief was heartbreaking but it was natural and she would have got over it in time…”

“Aye...it’s the common lot of men isn’t it? To string a lovesick woman behind them. Phantomhive’s just starting young that’s all.”

“But that’s horrible! Lizzy deserves so much better!”

“She don’t want better though does she? She just wants her childhood friend back.”

That brought Paula up short a little. Maybe it wasn’t Ciel Lizzy was desperately trying to bring back, as it was those happy days before any tragedy had affected her. Perhaps Lizzy believed that if she just tried hard enough, everything would go back to the way it had been? It was a troubling thought and Paula found herself musing on it a lot.

___

Time went by and the problem didn’t seem to be getting any better at all. Paula watched with a heavy heart as Lizzy became more and more desperate and extreme in her attempts to cheer Ciel up. Nothing was working and in fact, in Paula’s opinion, Ciel was getting more and more distant and angry with Lizzy. Couldn’t he see that she just wanted an acknowledgement from him, just wanted him to reassure her that everything would be all right. Honestly, if Ciel could simply tell Lizzy that she was so much as just a good friend, it would mean the world to Paula’s mistress!

But it wasn’t her place to say so of course and so she waited, quiet and obedient and with her heart shattering every time Lizzy tried to reach out to the Phantomhive boy only to get rebuffed again and again and again.

Finally Lizzy tried to throw a party, sneaking off from home to do so and spending the entire day at Ciel’s house. She was beginning to get into trouble from her parents for behaviour like this but Lizzy wasn’t about to let her parent’s disapproval stop her from doing what she knew was right! In all honesty, Paula admired that about her young mistress, her tenacity and willingness to do the right thing even under more difficult circumstances. But she was beginning to feel that the energy expended on Ciel was a wasted effort as she anxiously awaited her young charge’s return.

When Lizzy did finally come back home, and once she had finished being scolded by both her parents and being hugged by her older brother who, being usually away at school and unaware of Lizzy’s frequent trips over to the Phantomhive manor, had been frantic with worry over his beloved younger sister; Paula had a chance to talk with Lizzy herself and see how she was feeling.

Lizzy seemed quieter and more thoughtful than she usually was after a visit to Ciel. Usually she was either close to tears over a lack of progress in making him smile or bubbling with joy over a change so slight Paula was half convinced it wasn’t a change at all.

“Is there something on your mind miss Lizzy?”

“Hmm? Oh, I have been a little quiet I suppose Paula.”

“Just a little!” Paula agreed with a laugh, “Did everything go well at the Phantomhives?”

“Oh yes! Well...sort of…”

“Oh?”

“We had a really wonderful party! Ciel looked so cute in the clothes I chose for him and everything was so prettily decorated!”

“That sounds absolutely lovely!”

“It really was! But…” Lizzy trailed off, fidgeting with the hem of her dress and looking away from her maid. “But I think I…”

“Miss Lizzy?”

“Paula? Am I a bad person?”

“What? Of course not! Who told you that, I’ll give them a piece of my mind-”

“Oh no Paula, please. No one said that! It’s simply that Ciel and I had...well a bit of an argument. And I broke something that was very important to him.” She bit her lip, looking down at the ground now as though she were too ashamed to meet Paula’s concerned eyes. “I knew it was important, I knew how much it meant to him, but I just got so frustrated that nothing I was doing was working, that he was still so miserable I just lashed out and I broke it.”

Paula knelt down, taking Lizzy’s hands in hers. Lizzy may have done a bad thing, breaking whatever it was of Ciel’s that he treasured so much, but she couldn’t bring herself to add a further scolding onto the young girl, not when she was looking so genuinely sad and upset.

“I know you’re trying to help him Lizzy,” She said carefully, hoping that nothing she said was out of place for a ladies maid. “But sometimes people need to work through things on their own.”

“But it’s been years.” Lizzy whispered, still not meeting her gaze. “I just want things to go back to normal.”

“Oh Lizzy…”

The two of them sat like that for a long time, Lizzy grieving a past that would never return and Paula grieving the loss of the childlike innocence that had so filled Lizzy in the past. Almost irrationally she wanted to blame Ciel for this too, for being the cause of Lizzy growing up out of her naivety about the world and beginning to understand that sometimes things just couldn’t be fixed. If he’d just been more patient with her then Lizzy could have held onto that wonder for a little longer.

___

After the party Paula noticed that Lizzy was making a real effort to be calmer and give Ciel his space. It seemed that Lizzy had taken the lesson to heart, that sometimes Ciel just needed to work through things himself. She continued however, to hide her swordplay and dress and act much more childishly than Paula suspected she secretly wanted to.

So when Lizzy returned home after asking Ciel if he would be able to come on the journey abroad with the Midford’s, she didn’t throw a tantrum or cry over her disappointment. Paula did notice her subduedness over the next few days however, and made note of how carefully Lizzy packed her writing utensils herself.

They would be gone for six months at least, and judging from the gossip Paula was privy to, if Lord Midford became too engaged in his business over in America then it might be well over a year before the family returned. It sounded exciting really, Paula had never been abroad in her life before, and it all sounded very glamourous and interesting. But she was aware that Lizzy was worried that Ciel would forget her while she was gone, or worse, would decide he much preferred not having her around at all and would break off their engagement.

Paula wasn’t certain that Ciel would do that, he seemed torn between resignation and actual appreciation for his engagement, but she could understand why Lizzy worried. The Earl of Phantomhive wasn’t exactly skilled at showing his emotions or reassuring those around him. So she helped Lizzy pack away enough note paper and pens to supply an army and reassured her that they would certainly be able to buy more supplies in America, and that she could write as often as she wanted of course, but she must remember that it would take a while for Ciel to receive her letters and reply so she mustn't be discouraged.

Lizzy seemed to accept this and Paula was so proud of how mature and adjusted she was becoming. It hurt to lose the sweet simple child she had been, but the generous and kind young lady she was growing into was wonderful to see. She was still disappointed though, and Paula could see that her eyes were red in the mornings sometime, hinting at sleepless nights crying and worrying over losing the one person she loved above all others.

So when they were finally aboard the boat, watching the coast of England vanish behind them and Ciel appeared from further along the deck, sparking delight from Lizzy and her family, Paula felt a sinking sense of disappointment in the Earl, followed by a slow burning rage.

How dare Ciel lead her Lizzy on like that? How dare he decide it would be, what, funny? To make Lizzy believe he wasn’t coming and then just appear on the ship? Lizzy might be thrilled and smiling ear to ear but Paula could only remember the red rimmed eyes, the quiet disappointment, the sleepless nights and the unhappiness that Lizzy had had to deal with for the weeks of preparation for this trip.

She hid her feelings of course, it was not her place to question her superiors of course. She thought she was doing a good job of hiding her hurt and anger, Lizzy seemed oblivious to the displeasure she was concealing. Paula wouldn’t have been this upset if a man had let her down in this way, but to hurt Lizzy, who had never done anything to deserve being hurt like this in her entire life! Perhaps Ciel had intended it as a nice surprise but the hurt he had caused Lizzy would not be forgotten by Paula at least.

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Paula didn’t think she had ever been this cold in her life. The large rescue ship had appeared at last, and being aboard felt far safer than bobbing out in the ocean on a lifeboat, but Paula was still scared.

She was surrounded by strangers, all cold, all terrified and all desperate for safety and warmth. The new ship was overwhelmed by all the passengers but was doing its best. Paula curled up in a corner with a donated blanket, staring at the noise and movement around her and hoping to see a glimpse of her family. Please let them all be safe, please let Lizzy be here somewhere she prayed desperately, as she had been doing throughout the longest coldest night of her life.

There! Paula stood upright, straining to see through the crowd of people, she could hear the familiar strident tones of the Lady Midford, haranguing people for snatching at the hot food being served up and not assisting those in greater need. Paula shoved her way impatiently towards Lady Frances, heart in mouth as she squeezed past the last group of people…

Relief crashed over her. Lord Midford was there, discussing something quietly with the captain, his wife overseeing the distribution of hot food and blankets with the assistance of Edward and the Queen’s butlers. Lizzy was standing off to the side, fingers pressed against her mouth as she scanned the crowd, looking for anyone familiar. Paula’s eyes filled with tears as she rushed forward. It was a breach of propriety, certainly, but she didn’t care as she called out to Lizzy, who spun around with a relieved smile, rushing towards her maid. Lizzy flung her arms around Paula in a hug that she gladly returned, just so grateful to see one another alive and well despite it all.

“Oh Lizzy, I’m so glad you’re safe!” Paula said, breaking away from the hug to check her over. “You’re not hurt are you?”

“No, I’m perfectly fine Paula, I really am. Ciel protected me, just like he said he would!” Lizzy smiled brightly, but then her smile dropped. “Have you seen Ciel, Paula? I haven’t seen him, and Eddie says he went back to deal with the walking corpses and I’m worried about him…”

“No...I haven’t seen him.” Paula admitted. So Ciel had saved Lizzy had he? That was good, that's what she would expect from him. To step up to his responsibilities and help her.

“He saw me fighting.” Lizzy blurted out quickly, as though she thought if she didn’t say it now then she would never say it. Paula’s eyes widened in astonished fear, she knew just how anxious Lizzy had been about Ciel finding out about her swordsmanship.

“What did he say?”

“He...he told me I shouldn’t hide it in the future, that he still wanted to marry me and that I saved his life.” Lizzy’s tone was filled with wonder. “He said I had been stupid to think that something like that would change his opinion of me.”

“He called you stupid?”

“No! He said it was stupid to think he would stop caring about me because I can swordfight!” Lizzy beamed again, holding tightly onto Paula’s hands. “He still cares about me! Even though I’m not cute and adorable all the time!”

“Oh that’s wonderful!”

“Yes...but now I can’t find him and I’m worried Paula, you don't think he got left behind do you? Maybe the captain will go and look again?”

Even as Lizzy said that, a shout went up that there was another boat in the water, and a very few minutes later Paula was watching a tearfilled but joyous reunion between Lizzy and Ciel. The Earl looked injured and exhausted, and so did his butler, but they were both clearly alive and functional.

Paula was relieved he was safe of course, Lizzy would have been devastated if he had perished out in the cold sea. But for the first time in a long time, she found that she wasn’t angry at Ciel, as she saw him carefully helping Lizzy up off the ground, paying attention to her and seeming to value her company and presence. It seemed Ciel had finally grown up enough to realise the gift he had been given with Lizzy’s feelings and was finally giving Lizzy the validation and affection she had so longed for over the past three years.

So she smiled at the pair of them, grateful that they had both had a chance to grow up together, Ciel to learn to appreciate Lizzy, and Lizzy to learn she could set aside her childishness and still keep her love. Paula was pleased with them both.

#my writing #black butler #kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji ladies appreciation week #Ladies week #Paula #elizabeth midford #ciel phantomhive

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shespainting · 4 years

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when my description became my first post

“I'm trying to heal. Painting is so therapeutic for me, I can clear my mind and listen to music or a podcast, and just create. But when I find myself without distractions, my subconscious decides to intervene. I've been told keeping a journal on your cPTSD, your trauma, or writing down your anxiety attacks can help.Just some background on me ~ I'm in my 20s and I've always been too curious for my own good. Introduced to drugs at 12, I used for over a decade while my brain was trying to mature. I stopped partying daily in 2015 and haven't picked up a needle since. I'm scared of who I used to be, I don't remember a lot, but what I do remember is very hard to come to terms with. I'm having trouble processing all my memories and the past and present get jumbled together. This is starting to seem like a post rather than a description... maybe i'll post it instead.”

Today I haven’t had as much anxiety, I’ve been feeling relieved actually. It probably has to deal with the election being over, and not having to hear my mom refer to Trump as “He Who Must Not be Named” anymore. (Which I hated by the way, why give him that power? He’s no Voldem-)

It’s crazy to see how much she’s spiraled in that last few years.

My mom and I have the strangest relationship now. Now that I am clean, and she is using (alcohol only, but still- to me that is the worst drug of all) I feel like the mother, and she the daughter. She used to be addicted to pills but when I was 13 she went to rehab on the fly. Didn’t plan for it at all, which now that I’ve been in the shoes of someone who uses drugs regularly to stay sane, I understand the “snap” feeling. The “I cannot do this anymore, I need help now” feeling, but at the time I didn’t understand. Neither did my father, he wanted my mom to come home so bad. Two days of my mom being gone, he drove up to the rehab facility and called her outside. He was on a new motorcycle he’d just bought and he said, get on I’ll take you out of here. You don’t have to stay here. My mom, shocked at the fact that my Dad bought a motorcycle, didn’t go with him. She stayed and pointed out that him buying that bike was basically him going thru mid life crisis. And she would say that all the time to everyone, oh he’s going through a mid life crisis, but now that I’m older I don’t think he was. I think he couldn’t believe the audacity she had to check into rehab, for 30 days, leaving the house and children unattended without even discussing it with her husband first. So he went out and did something HE wanted to do, without discussing it with her first, because she had drawn the line there, set that boundary by not asking for his opinion/care in the rehab matter. That’s what I believe, it makes sense to me and I feel bad for him. He was still drinking too, but my Dad was always a functioning alcoholic, and if he got belligerent or violent it was always behind closed doors. But those are stories for another time.

When it comes to my daughter/mother relationship, we’ve had so many ups and downs, but usually we’ve been close. The last five years is the farthest apart we’ve been which is weird because we still talked weekly up until July 2020, I moved back into my childhood home, into my mom’s house so that I could save rent. And the pandemic just made stuff difficult, like it has for everyone. My mom and I don’t relate to each other as much anymore. She likes to start drinking pretty early in the day, which is annoying because she is also the type of person that can’t be in the same room as someone without engaging in conversation with them, or talking at them. Recently, because my memory is bad, I’ve asked her if she could try not to throw random thoughts my way because I have enough thoughts in my own head that I’m trying to sort through being back in this house and I don’t need more. She just says, oh honey I know, I can hardly remember things too! But I’m like, you’re in your 60s and I’m in my 20s. Our memories shouldn’t be near the same. While I love her, I cannot trust her. She likes to play addict games, lie for no reason or just to get away with it. She likes hiding things, and acts childish and gossipy in the evenings because that’s when the alcohol she’s been drinking all day long finally hits her.

I’ve caught my mom going through my things for medication before, so now I have to watch my purse, my room, my things. If I’m upstairs and my mom is downstairs, or vice versa, I wonder... is she going thru something of mine? If she got to my medication, which is in a safe so she can’t, would she take it from me? Knowing I have panic attacks, would she steal it from me? I know she would. And she would lie to me about it afterwards. Or she will say, I’m sorry but I’m an addict and you know I can’t control it if they’re around. Blame it on me for leaving them somewhere she could find them, where they may have been visible or I have even heard “you didn’t hide them good enough” from her when I was a teenager and I had gotten a painkiller script for ovarian cysts.

Before I got clean, my mom and I were so close, I think because she felt needed. I was always calling her to come help me out of a bad situation, and she did, always. She is an enabler, and I guess I am too now. I don't want to be like her, but how do I react? I don’t buy her alcohol, I don’t drink with her, I don’t give her pills and if she’s about to leave the house, I don’t let her drive drunk. But I hide things and keep secrets for her. I know things that could get her in trouble. She knows she has a problem, but she doesn’t care. I’m constantly scared shes going to be drinking and driving and get pulled over, or that worse, she could hit someone! She says the stupidest things when she’s drunk.

It’s very embarrassing, especially when she triggers some memory of mine by asking, “Do you remember when your dad burned my couch pillows in the fireplace?” or “Do you remember when your dad said/did, x y or z...?” “Do you remember that one guy you brought home, what was his name?” And I hadn’t remembered until she said it then the flash of that memory comes, and then another memory resurfaces because something about the last was similar, and then I walk into the kitchen to get away from her and I see the sliding glass door, and another memory hits me. I start to cry and turn around and see the sink, I see myself at 13 standing over it, bleeding. I hear yelling coming from the backyard. My knees hurt all of a sudden and I remember what it felt like to be pushed down, my kneecaps hitting the terracotta tile as I went. The fight continued, but slowly blurs away from my thoughts, I’m in a different room now. I must have walked out.

#description #writeaway #intrusivethoughts #addiction #recovery #panic attack #trauma vent #vent post #alcoholic parent

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for-emilia · 4 years

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The Nursery.

6 months after two little lines sealed their fate, Emilia and Dele decided they should start decorating the little room that’d belong to their first son in his first years. Within the first few months after they found out Emilia was pregnant, she’d started thinking of nursery ideas and dusted off her old pinterest boards, driving with her husband to buy materials and browse baby stores to make the dream a reality. They’d made the decision, for their first child at least, to decorate the room themselves and make it as special as it could be. Conversations of “Dele, babe, listen to me! Not all shades of white are the same, we’ve gotta choose the right one, stop throwing things in the trolley,” but no matter how many times he looked at the swatches in her hands, he couldn’t see the tiny differences in each shade.

“For a nursery?” they heard, turning to see a precious old woman walking past, smiling up at them. “God I remember when I was in your shoes, arguing with my husband over paint colours,” she reminisced with a small laugh, “hold on to moments like these, these will be some of the best times of your lives,” she spoke warmly to the couple, holding her hand against her heart clearly bringing back memories. With a chuckle and a soft look from Dele, the woman moved on, leaving the parents-to-be looking at each other, a new perspective now. Suddenly the shade of white didn’t matter all that much, they would remember the memories created and times raising their son in that room, not whether the walls were ‘polar white’ or ‘snow white’. After a smile from both sides and a soft kiss, one of the ones you remember forever, Emilia looked down at her hands, still in Dele’s embrace, “let’s just decide.. Polar white? Or snow wh-.. Christ, did you feel that?” she looked up at Dele, slightly jolting forward as a result of the kicks erupting from her stomach. “Clearly bug wants ‘snow white’,” she giggled, rubbing her hands over her stomach as Dele reached up to place two tins of the paint in the cart, a cheeky wolf whistle sounding from his wife as his shirt rose up and exposed his v-line. “Put a baby in ya and you still don’t stop,” Dele jokingly rolled his eyes before laughing at himself, making his way to the checkouts.

Once they were home, they laid down the tarpaulin on the exposed floorboards, yet to be floored, and spread out the materials they’d need. Well.. Dele would need. The lengthy search history in both of their phones showed this particular brand of paint as 100% pregnancy safe but Del didn’t want to take risks. “What if we are the anomaly and end up in the papers for suing a paint company?” he asked, only half joking, the slight furrow in his brows showing his genuine concern. Even after reassuring him that even regular paint fumes don’t do damage to pregnancies normally, let alone the special paint, he still wouldn’t have it. So that’s how she found herself strewn across the sofa with old reruns of 90 Day Fiance on the tv with sounds of her husband’s questionable diy skills sounding from the upstairs.

As the episode came to an end, she realised there were no longer any clangs of paint buckets and ladders or bangs against the hardwood floors. Listening out again, she came to the conclusion that he must be taking a break, standing to enter the kitchen and begin making him a cup of tea. Tea in hand, and a cheeky biscuit just because, she ascended the stairs to hear muffled voices.

Initially she assumed Harry or Sally had called, maybe even Eric, but the small laughs and absence of pauses made her stop in her tracks. “What is he doing?” she wondered, getting closer to the open door. “Wait, look who's coming up to see my handy work..” she could make out just before she got to the door, turning the corner looking the definition of confusion. The second she saw him, the confusion and care of what he was doing melted away. All Emilia could focus on were the grey shorts hung low on his hips, exposing more of his Calvin Kleins than acceptable, the way his abs looked with lashings of paint glistening with sweat, his arms all tanned and veiny from the manual labour and the little amused look on his sweaty, perfect face, as she rounded the corner and took in the sight in front of her. And what a sight it was.

Coming to the conclusion he was live streaming, she quickly pulled herself together before jokingly posing with the tea and biscuit in her hand, still standing in the doorway. “There she is, baby mama of the year.. Even brought me a biscuit,” Dele smiled, still showing his wife on camera to the thousands of people watching. Turning it back to him and allowing Emilia to place his tea on the floor, he opened his mouth to indicate he wanted the biscuit now, getting more than he wanted when his wife playfully shoved it all in at once. Subsequently, Dele pretended to joke on the biscuit making Emilia roll her eyes and stick her tongue out, situating herself on a step of the ladders, looking around at what Dele had achieved so far. A sudden laugh drew her out of her gaze, “not even a dunk in the tea, Delboy?” Dele voiced Eric’s comment in his livestream comments. “Nah bro, the missus didn’t give me an option, just tried to choke me out!” he spoke out, ignoring the text on the top of his screen from Hannah reading ‘normally the other way round init’ with a winking face; it was hard trying not to laugh but reminded himself to ring her later and give her a telling off for nearly making him show himself up. Emilia continued to observe the sight in front of her, completely unaware, drinking in her man sat on his knees in the middle of their son’s nursery.

They made eye contact a few times as he spoke out and shared cheeky smirks across the room before he beckoned her over. “Someone said ‘Dele, you should wife her up’.. Gimme your hand,” he whispered the last part, “already have bro,” he smirked, seeing the reflection of the diamond on his wife’s finger glisten in the camera. He bit the tips of her fingers playfully before kissing the back of her hand, receiving a soft slap across the head from Emilia, letting the fans see their relationship that was driven on messing around and banter. “You’ve got more paint on your body and in your hair than on the walls, Del” Emilia stated, trying to rid some of his curls of the paint, “gonna have to give you a scrub down later.” Dele chose to ignore the stream of replies coming in in response to that comment and another text from Hannah reading ‘Keep it PG, you scruffs’ at the top of his screen letting him know she was clearly watching the stream together with Eric. “Maybe I’d have less on me if I wasn’t made to do it myself,” he sniggered, turning the camera up to face Emilia, capturing her reaction for all the fans to see. “Wha- don’t even start, Mr ‘what if we’re a medical anomaly?’, I tried to help!” she called out over Dele’s fits of laughter. “Nah, don’t get it twisted guys,” he pointedly spoke into the camera, wagging a finger at the lens, “it’s just straight-up slave labour”.

After receiving a firm pull to his hair, he gave in and sheepishly admitted to the fans he was just being dramatic and wanted to be doubly sure his wife and baby wouldn’t be exposed to any risk. “Right guys, before he turns into a melt, me and this one are gonna go and get back to 90 Day Fiance,” Emilia leaned down to the camera and gave a wave, rubbing her ever growing bump. “Make sure he doesn’t take too long of a break!” she jokes before turning to Dele. He leaned up on his knees to meet her bent over body and landed a kiss on her lips, then placing a smaller one on the bump in front of him. The camera couldn’t see but the fans could tell what happened, a flurry of comments expressing their love for Dele’s new life and relationship coming through a million a second.

Emilia departed from the room but stood against the wall in the hallway for a few minutes after, just listening to Dele’s waffle of nonsense to the fans. As Dele laughed at something someone must’ve said, their son kicked against her hands resting on the large bump, “you like the sound of your dad laughing, huh?”. With that, she smiled and walked back downstairs, the noise of her footsteps on the creaky stairs alerting Dele of her presence by the doorway the whole time. He quickly decided he’d given the fans (and the Diers) enough entertainment for the time being, signing off with an iconic ‘Dele wave’. He sauntered down the stairs with the knowledge his wife was hovering outside the door for god knows how long, walking immediately over to Emilia and plonking himself down next to her, “You creep.”

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shittyfandomimagines · 5 years

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Date Night

Word count: 1,822

Pure fluff wow

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I wake up to the smell of something burning, my automatic thoughts are that the apartment is on fire and Shawn probably started it.

I speed walk through the dark hall and find Shawn fanning the fire alarm to make sure it didn’t sound. “Baby, what’s going on?” I ask and he turns his head towards me, he had his ‘embarrassed smile’ on his face. “Uh, well I was gonna make a breakfast in bed type scenario, it didn’t work because I realized you’re the one who always cooks breakfast.” He mumbles softly and I get on my tippy toes to kiss his cheek.

“Thanks, babe, it’s the thought that counts,” I say while throwing out the burnt eggs and toast. I crack a few more eggs and then push the lever back town on the toaster. “Pancakes or waffles?” I look up and see him grinning. “Pancakes with sprinkles please.” He had a giddy voice and I nod. “Sprinkle pancakes for the king.” I joke, finding the mix in the cabinet.

I was humming slightly to myself, scrambling the eggs and putting them on a plate. The pieces of toast pop up and I lay them on the plate too.

“You’ve got my heart but I can’t let you keep it, baby.” I sing to myself and I hear him chuckle. I skip over a few stanzas and get to the chorus. “Don’t be a fool and wait on me, darling. I know that you don’t want to hear this but I’m always on the move.” I vocalize some more but stop when I finish putting the pancakes on a plate. “Breakfast is served.” I separate our two plates and he grabs both of them out of my hand; carrying it into the small dining room, I bring the syrup with me.

I put syrup on my pancakes and hand it to Shawn. “Why don’t you like sprinkles in your pancakes?” He asks and I tilt my head a little. “I don’t like the grittiness,” I admit and eat my plain pancakes.

It was quiet for a while and he breaks the silence again. “What’s your favorite things about me?” He asks and that makes me immediately look up. There’s nothing that could upset me more than knowing Shawn doubts himself or my love for him.

I look at him and his eyes were almost pleading, my heart broke a little. “Your hair is so freaking soft and the curls are so cute. Your eyes literally sparkle, they are that hazel color when the sun hits them, especially in the morning when the sun peaks through the blinds. You always have your tongue poking out to the side when you’re concentrating or worried. You always let me vent about my bad day even when yours was amazing. You laugh at my puns and your smile is annoyingly perfect. You always sing and I always act like I’m annoyed, but the things I’d do to make sure you never stopped is unbelievable.” I admit and I see Shawn giving me that fucking beautiful smile.

“Hm, I guess I’m just that lovable.” He jokingly says and shrugs his shoulders. “You’re a fucking nerd.” I groan and take a bite from my toast.

“Can I take you on a date tonight?” He almost sounded nervous and he was biting his lip. “Of course you can, where to?” I ask and he grins. “That one down on Queen Street.” He explains and I nod even though I was trying to remember which one he was talking about.

“I love that you asked me out like we are some 16-year-olds.” I joke and he grabbed my hand. “Well, I just wanted to make sure you were free because I might have already invited your parents to go already.” He mumbles towards the end and I laugh. “If I would’ve said no, how much panic would you have been?” I ask while laughing loudly. “Level 8 panic.”

—

“Damn baby! Look at you in that nice purple dress and black shoes!” Shawn whoops as I made it down the hall loudly. He’s lucky that he told me it was the fancy one because I would’ve accidentally worn some blue jeans.

I take in his black suit and his white shirt had 3 buttons undone. “Baby, you look so hot,” I say and grab the collar of his shirt to bring him closer to me, I kiss his lips quickly. I wipe the trace of lipstick off him.

We leave the house and get into the car, I see him hit like level 5 panic as he was patting down his jacket. “I left my wallet, I’ll be right back.” He awkwardly smiles and runs back up to the door.

I use my spare key to start the car and I turn up the radio up a little. “Okay, we are in the clear now.” He sighs and jumps in the car.

The drive started off a little quiet but Shawn starts asking questions on how I felt about getting promoted for work. I explain all I feel and he nods, kissing my hand.

“Do you think we’ll ever have children?” He asks and I almost choked on my spit. “I mean you’d make the cutest babies with anyone Shawn,” I admit and he grins. “Yeah but I want them with you, obviously.” He says and if my heart could smile, it would.

“I want one boy and one girl, I don’t care about the order but I just want one of each. I mean of course I’d be glad to have any, so I just hope for those.” I explain to him and he pulls his hand out of mine, placing it on my thigh comfortingly. “Go on, I like hearing you talk about this.” Shawn aides and I nod.

“The boy should at least have your nice hair, black and cute curls. I hope to god that both of them has your singing voice and your height. Maybe the girl will also have your curls and then maybe my eyes. Then again, you have adorable eyes and they’d be blessed with yours. They would be lucky to have those pearly whites of yours.” I stare out the window as I think of our theoretical children.

“What will it have of you?” He asks sadly while looking over quickly. “My nutrients and a big portion of my body for 9 months.” I joke and he snickers a little. “Yeah, but they’ll definitely have your laugh. The cute and tiny ears you have, obviously. Hopefully, they will get your high cheekbones and boop-able nose.” He explains and I smile to myself. “Maybe.” I grin.

—

“Shawn, any songs coming out soon?” My dad asks while taking the last bite of his salad. “Uh, I am actually stopping soon to spend some more time with y/n.” He says and this was even news to me, I turn to look surprised at him.

“That’s great! You two really are adorable together, 3 years next month, right?” Mom asks and I nod with a huge grin. “Yep, 3 years strong.” Shawn smiles towards me.

“Would you guys like any desserts?” A young waitress asks she was staring intensely at Shawn. Honestly, this was so common and if I wasn’t dating him, I’d stare too. Shawn looks over to me quickly and then back to the girl, he tells her yes. “How about you guys?” She asks my parents and they shake their head.

“Well, you didn’t tell her what you wanted,” I tell him as she walks away. “If I know us two, we could eat any dessert that came.” Shawn jokes and I shrug. “You’re right.” I agree.

“Have you guys planned your trip to Bora Bora?” Mom asks towards me and I nod. “We’re going in like 4 months,” I say and she smiles, my dad was having his own conversation with Shawn. “Well I was looking up pictures and it looks gorgeous.” Mom continued and I take a sip of my water.

“Yeah, it is so beautiful. We planned on staying for 2 weeks instead of one.” I admit and she smiles. “That’ll be good for you two, you guys both need a break from work.” I nod in agreement.

“Here is your dessert.” The girl looks at Shawn one last time and then puts it in between both of us. “Awe, it’s one of those chocolate domes that you melt off to look inside!” I couldn’t even hide my excitement when I saw it. “You’re too cute.” Shawn whispers and I giggle.

I pour the sauce over the dome. Slowly, it popped open. I go to dip my spoon in, but I saw something shiny. What in the hell. “There’s something shiny in there,” I say and use my spoon to push the chocolate mousse out of the way. I pull out the shiny thing and then realized it was a fucking ring.

“Shawn, I think someone lost their ring,” I say and he didn’t answer. “Shawn-“ I say and turn my head to him. “Oh my god!” I exclaim when I see him kneeling, he took the ring out of my hand. He grabs a napkin and wipes all the chocolate off. I look over to my parents and I could see my mom tearing up.

“Y/n, you have always had my heart. You love me for all the small things and even the bad things. You always make a wonderful breakfast and eat the most boring choices for it though. You laugh at my jokes and sing to my songs, you’ve never made me choose between you or music; even though we both know that I’d choose you. You always let me rant or vent to you, you hardly ever get angry with me. I love you. Will you marry me?” He asks and the tears rapidly fell down my cheek.

I saw that look in his eyes, he was definitely trying to avoid his tears. I started to imagine our wedding and how we’d finally have children. We’d get to burn as much food as we want and maybe we can even buy a house instead of a flat. Shawn could literally be called my fiancé/husband. Like what did I ever do to deserve him?

“Y/n,” he said my name a little more nervously. I look into his eyes and see him looking back down at the ring. “Oh yeah! Of course babe!” I shout and he grins widely. “Thank you, I was worried you were gonna say no.” He whispers once he engulfs me in a hug, people around us were clapping. “How could I say no to that cute little face of yours?” I ask and kiss his cheeks.

“Well, can I finish this dessert now?” I ask and he bursts out into laughter. “As you were.”

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dontshootmespence · 6 years

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Supernatural AU: Episode 2- Phantom Traveler

Part 3

Bobbie came out of the dressing room of the small store, closed her eyes and took a deep, cleansing breath. “I feel so weird right now.”

Jeans, a t-shirt, crapp knock-off converse or vans and a leather jacket. That’s what she was used to. That was the Bobbie Deanna Winchester uniform. Standing here in a pencil skirt, white blouse (tucked into the skirt of course) and fitted blazer with the most plain, black shoes? Hell, absolute hell. One of the many reasons she never would’ve made it outside of the hunter’s life.

Sam snickered under his breath. “You look like a businesswoman who’s wearing her mother’s clothes because she can’t afford any of her own. Like you’re playing dress up.”

“I hate you.”

The three of them had come to this particular store because it was cheap. The hunter’s life was not lucrative. When her brothers emerged from their dressing rooms clad in black suits with long, skinny ties, she threw her head back and laughed. She always got the last laugh. “You look like the Blues Brothers.”

“Shut up. We look cool.”

“That’s highly debatable.”

Even with shoddy “uniforms” and even worse IDs, all it ever took was a bit of confidence to get where they needed to go. Inside the warehouse, pieces of the plane were scattered about like fallen crumbs. “This is all they were able to find?” Bobbie couldn’t believe it. Every inch of what they’d found was burnt to a crisp. If the plane looked this bad, she hesitated to think what the crash had done to the passengers.

Behind her, Sam and Dean walked in the opposite direction, gliding back and forth between the pieces of the wrecked plane with the EMF meter that Dean had made out of an old Walkman. It looked like hell, but it worked. “What did you expect me to do?” She heard Dean ask their little brother.

“I don’t know…buy one? Anything except walking around with that glorified Walkman.”

“This is a Walkman! We’re hunters, man! What about no money do you not understand?” He shook it proudly in front of Sam’s face. “I made it myself.”

“We made it!” Bobbie screamed.

Bobbie shook her head and smiled. Still bickering like little children after all this time. Meeting up in the middle of the room, all three of them descended upon the emergency exit door. Like everything else it was covered in black ash. The handle though was tinged with something else they couldn’t immediately identify. Dean leaned in to scrape some off into a vial. “I think I know what it is,” he said.

With a little further examination, Sam and Bobbie did too. They’d have to have Jerry test it out to know for sure, but if it was what they were thinking, then the Winchester kids did have a demon on their hands – a demon whose sole purpose was destruction on a massive scale.

A sense of dread hung in the air for a moment when the cracking of an opening door and a herd of incoming footsteps interrupted them. “Move,” Sam whispered harshly. They ran quickly out the door before anyone could catch them but then an alarm went off.

“Shit!” Bobbie picked up her pace and threw her blazer over the fence before jumping up and over. It was probably for the best that she wasn’t wearing her leather jacket because then it would have the tears in it rather than the damned blazer. Dean copied her, throwing his suit jacket over the fence and Sam didn’t even bother. If they got caught impersonating Homeland Security they were royally fucked.

Somehow they managed to get into the Impala and peel off and away without getting caught. They had a habit out of getting out by the skin of their teeth. One day it would backfire on them, but today was not that day.

Just outside was what he feared most. Coincidentally it also ran in his blood. Chuck Lambert had always wanted to be a pilot, but then tragedy struck out of nowhere. He felt like it was his fault. On his watch more than 90 people died. How was he ever supposed to get behind the wheel of a plane again? “Baby steps,” he muttered to himself as his heart raced.

After much coaxing from a friend, he’d agreed to fly a small jumper plane. Actually driving something smaller might make him feel like he had some control again. It had so painfully slipped through his grasp before; he couldn’t let it happen again. He wouldn’t survive it.

As he rubbed at the searing pain in his head, he stilled. Now he felt fine. Like he was a whole new man.

“Ready to go, Chuck?”

The pilot’s friend had been weary about him getting back into a plane so soon, but Chuck was the kind of man that needed to get back on the proverbial saddle. He wasn’t going to be convinced otherwise. “Yea, let’s go.”

When they walked outside into the cloudless day, he asked Chuck one last time how he was feeling.

“I’m great,” he said with an earnest smile. “I actually feel really good.”

He’d been so nervous just a few minutes earlier. What the hell had gotten into him?

Despite what he’d been through less than a week earlier, all seemed well as they picked up off the ground. “How long have we been up?” Chuck asked.

Honestly, he hadn’t even noticed. Looking down at the watch at his arm, he spoke. “About 40 minutes.”

“Wow, time really does fly,” Chuck said.

In an instant, Chuck tipped the plane toward the ground.

On the way back to the motel, Jerry called to confirm their suspicions. The stuff on the handle was sulfur – indicative of a demon. Dammit. “Why the hell would a demon possess someone to kill an entire plane?” Dean asked. “Don’t demons normally go for the one on one?”

“They do,” Bobbie said as she cleared her throat.

Sam leaned back into the seat of the Impala and raked his hands through his hair. “Do we even know what we’re doing?” He asked.

“What do you mean?”

They were used to vampires and werewolves and vengeful spirits. This was all together different and much more difficult. On top of that it was a demon that was causing damage on a larger scale.

“I mean we thought it was a demon before. We don’t know how to handle them, not specifically anyway, and now we have confirmation that it is actually a demon, so what are we going to do?”

Dean straightened in his seat, demeanor changing in the face of Sam’s doubt. “We do know what to do. We just haven’t done it before. We’re going to go back to the room. Delve into all that lore you love so much and figure out how to track it down and the exact exorcism we need to use. Then we’ll do it. We have to stop this Sam. You know we do.”

“I know,” he replied taking a deep breath. “I just wish Dad was here.”

He’d know what to do.

An hour later, Sam’s fingers were still gliding over the pages of all the research they could gather on demons. “So get this,” he said suddenly. “Some cultures believe that certain demons cause particular disasters, both natural and unnatural. So there would be a demon or hurricanes, a demon for earthquakes, a demon for plane crashes…”

Dean blinked in surprise as he tipped the bottleneck of a beer toward his mouth. “So…what? A demon just found a way to ratchet up the body count?”

“It makes sense,” Bobbie interjected. “That’s a demons drive. Death and destruction. It could be a demon that’s been one for so long that killing one by one just doesn’t do it for him anymore.”

“Jesus.”

“Yea. Alright Sam, can you scan Dad’s journal for what exorcism to use?”

“Sure, but we haven’t even found it yet.” Sam replied.

“But if we happen upon it, we need to be prepared.”

“Okay, yea, I’ll do that. What about you?”

“I’m going to get us some beer.”

Dean smirked as he drank the last of the beer he had left. “I knew you were my favorite sister.”

“I’m the best you’ll ever get.”

Sure the store was just down the road, but stealing the keys to the Impala and the running like a bat out of hell from her baby brother was much more fun. Him giving her the finger as she drove away made her feel like she had a normal family for a split second. Dysfunctional sure, but normal.

However, once she was out of his sight the smile drained from her face. They were so in over their heads. It had been that way since they were children. Neither Dean nor Bobbie had been able to get a hold of John, but she pulled out her phone again on autopilot. Even as the oldest of the three of them, she still needed her father and she wasn’t afraid to admit it – to herself at least.

“Hey Dad,” she said softly, her voice shaky as she tried to keep her composure. “Dad, we’re in over our heads. We’ve got a demon on our hands. You’ve handled these before. We haven’t. If you are getting these messages, can you call me? We need you.” Bobbie’s lip quivered as the anger bubbled over. “I can practically hear your response. ‘You don’t need me, Bobbie. You are stronger than I’ve ever been.’ Well, you know what, that may be true, but I’ve had to be your emotional sounding board and their mother since I was five because of your fucking vendetta. I’ve had to be an adult for 21 years and I want my damn father to show up and do his job. You’re not just a hunter and a husband. You’re a father. Act like it.” With shaking hands, she ended the call and threw the phone to the bottom of the car. When she returned from her beer run, she heard it buzzing on the floor.

In a perfect world, it would’ve been John, saying he was sorry and that he’d be there as soon as he could. She wouldn’t have accepted the apology right away, but it would’ve been a step in the right direction. Unfortunately they didn’t live in a perfect world. Instead it was Jerry. “Hey Jerry. What’s up?”

“My pilot friend, Chuck. He’s dead.”

“I’m so sorry,” she replied. “What ha-“

“His plane went down in a field outside Nazareth.”

Indulging in a couple of beers with family was something that normal people did. Instead, Bobbie rushed back to the motel and informed her brothers of Jerry’s phone call. “Where’d it go down?” Dean asked.

“Right outside Nazareth.”

Sam couldn’t help but see the connection. It was yet another nail in the proverbial coffin that said ‘this is a demon, you should probably back off.’ “That can’t be good.”

It took the three of them about a half hour to get there. It should’ve taken about 45 minutes, but with Dean behind the wheel you could always count on getting to your destination 10 or 15 minutes ahead of schedule.

An enormous plume of black smoke greeted them as they drove down the road toward the crash site. Jerry was already there of course, shake to his core that two planes had gone down in less than a week, one carrying a dear friend. “We have to hurry here. The authorities will be here again soon and I can’t explain the three of you away.”

Sam quickly climbed into the open cockpit being careful to leave little evidence of their search behind. “There’s sulfur.”

“What does that mean?” Jerry asked. A momentary hint of panic flashed behind his gray-green eyes.

Dean pointed him toward his car. “Let’s go back to your office and talk there.”

The second they were back in Jerry’s office he demanded to know what was happening. “You were right,” Dean started. “It wasn’t mechanical failure. It was a demon.”

Jerry’s eyes went wide. “What? Are you serious? Like hell spawn demon?”

“Unfortunately,” Bobbie replied.

Sam went on to explain what demonic possession was actually like. “It’s likely Chuck was possessed before he got on the plane.”

“But how?”

“Demons seek out people who are in a state of weakness. They can take over stronger people, but if someone is sick or ridden with anxiety or even just has a cut it’s easier for them to take over,” Bobbie explained, turning towards Dean and Sam. “Did you notice how the plane went down after 40 minutes?”

Dean nodded.

“2485 went down after 40 minutes too,” Jerry said slowly. “What does that mean?”

Taking a deep breath, Sam told Jerry what they’d only just put together themselves. “Forty is biblical numerology. Like 40 days in the desert. The number stands for death.”

“Remember when the EVP said no survivors,” Dean asked, “but we all knew that made no sense because there were survivors. That’s because the demon is going after everyone that survived 2485.”

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averagemarvelbitch · 5 years

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Pride and Joy

Summary: AU where Tony Stark has a daughter, but then shit happens.

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CHAPTER TWO

September 17, 1992.

Tony Stark was known for his inability to stand still. Ever since he was a child, he could not stop moving. He would walk around the kitchen while Jarvis and Anna prepared breakfast, talking in a language only known to babies while Jarvis nodded and agreed with him. Yes, master Anthony. And what DID your stuffed lion say? Is that so? What a naughty lion indeed, master Anthony. Anna would watch with mirth in her eyes as her husband tried to divide his attention between the eggs and making sure the toddler didn’t accidently hurt himself. While in his highchair, little Tony would swing his legs, chubby hands grabbing everything and anything in his reach, unable to sit quietly and eat his carrots like Jarvis so desperately asked him to. Even on his bedtime, his mother had to hug him, holding him still as she sang him a lullaby.

As the years went by, Tony’s hyperactivity didn’t go away. In fact, it had somewhat worsened due to the high quantities of coffee he consumed daily. And so, it wasn’t really a surprise for Pepper to find her boss walking around the workshop, hands on his head, pulling the hair on it. DUM-E followed him closely, holding a glass with some sort of green gooey substance that Pepper would rather now know what it was. She walked to one of the chairs by the desk and sat down, crossing her legs and merely observing Tony for a few seconds, before asking if everything was alright.

Tony did not even glance her away, nor did he stop walking. “Show her, J.”, he said, sounding more afraid than Pepper had ever heard him sound.

Immediately, a hologram popped up in front of paper, showing an email from Dr. Burt containing the results from the paternity test.

“I’m going to be a father, Pepper. A father. Me. What the hell do I know about being a father? I can’t be a father. I’m nineteen. I don’t know shit”.

“Don’t you have a doctorate?” asked Pepper, with a small smile.

“Yeah, somehow I don’t think the baby is going to care much about that”, he answered sarcastically.

“Tony”, this time her voice was soft and understanding, “I know this is a lot to take in right now. It’s understandable to panic. But whatever you decide, you have people here that will help you through this, alright? Remember that”.

Suddenly, Tony stopped, making DUM-E crash right into him, the glass falling to the ground. The genius glared at this creation while DUM-E, looking very apologetic, bent his head in shame and walk away, probably going to search for a rag to clean his mess. Tony huffed, covering his face with both his hands. He walked to where Pepper was sitting and sat next to her, eyes fixed on the far wall in front of him, but unseeing, looking completely lost.

“I can’t be a father, Pepper. I spend entire nights working, I forget to eat and shower, I drink. And even if I was a proper human being, I don’t even know what a father is supposed to do”, this time he looked at Pepper, sadness in his eyes, “My father, he… He never much cared about me. He never once told me that he loved me or that he was proud of me. How can I be a father when I don’t even know what a real father is like?”

Pepper stared at him for a moment, biting her lower lip. Taking a deep breath, she turns on the chair, looking straight into her boss’ eyes.

“Listen to me, Tony. I asked Diana what she wanted, what she expected from you if her story happened to be true. She wants money. That’s it. If you don’t want to, you don’t have to even meet this child. You can pay her a good amount of money and she will disappear. So you need to think long and hard about what you want to do”, she grabbed his hands, holding them, “But I need you to know this, Tony. You’re not your father. You may not have had a good example of what a father is, but you know what a bad father looks like. So you can avoid doing the things Howard used to do. Having a child is scary, really scary. But don’t throw this away because you’re afraid of screwing up. You’ll screw up in some way, all parents do. A good father is supposed to love and protect their child. That’s it. If you think you can’t do that, then fine, but I think you can, Tony. And I think you want to”.

And with that, Pepper got up. “Think about it, okay. We’ll talk tomorrow”. And left the workshop, leaving Tony to his thoughts while DUM-E attempted to clean the big green stain on the floor with one of Tony’s Black Sabbath shirts.

That night, Tony didn’t sleep. He tossed and turned on his bed, unable to stop all the “what if’s” going through his head. What if I’m a bad father? What if I screw up so bad the kid ends up traumatized? Or worse, what if the kid ends up like me? Memories flooded his mind as he stared at a fixed point in the ceiling. He had learned, at a very young age, to never expect anything from anyone and that promises meant nothing. When he was four years old, he built his very first circuit board. He remembered how proud his father looked when he saw it. He remembered asking his father to take him to the zoo as a reward for a good job, to which his father promptly agreed. Yes, yes, of course, we’ll go tomorrow, he had said, already on the phone. Tony remembered waking up the next day, a smile on his face, putting on his best clothes with Jarvis’ help and running downstairs, all ready for a day at the zoo with his father. He ended up at the workshop instead, watching with sad eyes while some people he’d never seen before got cameras and more cameras ready. He remembered standing there, turning to Jarvis and saying we’re not going to the zoo, are we, Jarvis?, and his butler’s sad eyes when he answered maybe tomorrow, master Anthony, maybe tomorrow.

He remembered being eight years old, on the back of the car while Jarvis' drove him to boarding school. He remembered how his mother had kissed him goodbye while he begged her to let him stay. This will be good for him, Anthony, she had said, you’ll make friends, learn new things. He remembered his father being at the middle of nowhere looking for a dead man’s body instead of being there, on the porch, saying goodbye and good luck to his only son. He remembered how Jarvis hugged him for at least five whole minutes before letting go, with tears in his eyes, promising him that, if Tony didn’t come for Christmas, he would come all the way here, to see him. And he remembered Jarvis standing beside the car watching Tony as he entered the new school.

He remembered being fifteen and getting into MIT. In his mind, he could clearly see the day he got the acceptance letter. How his father and mother called on their friends over and threw a party to celebrate it. And how Jarvis had baked him his favorite cake and told him how proud he was of him.

And then, more recent memories came to mind. The partying, the drugs, the alcohol. Could he ever just give up his lifestyle? Trade the booze for bottles? The nights full of partying for nights full of crying? Wouldn’t he be unhappy and end up resenting the child for taking from him the very things he loved doing?

“Shit”, he said, sitting up, “what the hell am I going to do, J.? I keep trying to picture myself raising a child and I just can’t”.

“If I may, sir…”, said the AI, “perhaps you should try a different approach. Have you tried imagining what would it be like to give up your rights to the child and never meeting them?”

And just like that, Tony started thinking about it. He pictured a small child, who looked an awful lot like him, a “happy father’s day” card in their hand, looking sadly around as he watched the other children hug and kiss their fathers. He imagined a boy learning how to shave all by himself because his father wasn’t there to teach him. He saw a woman in a wedding dress, walking alone because there was no father to give her away. He saw his child looking lost and wondering what was so wrong with them that even their own father didn’t want them.

And that’s when he made his decision.

As soon as the sun came up, Tony was at the phone, calling Diana. He called her three times before she finally picked up. I’ll pay you anything you want, he said as soon as she said “hello”, but I want to raise that kid. After a long conversation and a signed contract, they finally reached a decision. Tony would raise the child on his own and Diana, who never really thought of herself as a mother and who very much wanted to finish college without the cries of a newborn baby at night, would visit whenever she wanted.

November 14, 1992.

Pepper arrived at the house at nine am with a stack of papers for her boss to sign. She was going straight to the workshop, where Tony could always be found at all times of the day, when JARVIS’ voice stopped her. He’s at the nursery, Miss Potts. That made Pepper stop immediately. She took a second to make sure she actually heard what Jarvis had said and then, with a confused look on her face, took the stairs to the second floor.

In one of the rooms, covered in pink paint, was Tony Stark. Pepper stopped at the door, smiling as she watched Tony paint one of the walls. His hair, his clothes, his shoes, all covered in paint. She cleared her throat, calling his attention. He turned around, a big smile on his face.

“So, what do you think? Look”, he said, showing her a box full of white wooden ballerinas, “they’re supposed to go on the walls. I thought about going with a space theme at first, but this is more traditional, right? We can do a space themed bedroom when she’s a little bigger”.

“She? It’s a girl? How do you know?”

“We went to the doctor yesterday. It’s a girl. Happy knows. Rhodey knows too”.

“So everybody knew except for me? I’m truly hurt, Tony”, Pepper said with a smile, shaking her head, “don’t you think it would be best to call someone to do all this?”

“No”, Tony answered forcefully, “I want to do it myself. I… I want to be a part of everything, you know. Painting the room, buying the crib and everything else… I want to do this right, Pep”.

Pepper merely nodded, knowing exactly why her boss felt the need to take such an active part on everything concerning his daughter. Tony didn’t talk much about his childhood and what his parents were like, having learned from a young age to mask his emotions and his traumas in order to show himself as a strong, capable man. Stark men are made of iron, he would tell her every time she tried to tell him it was okay to be vulnerable sometimes. And now, here he was, inside an excessively pink room, a real smile on his face as he decided where the ballerinas would go.

“Pep, I have a question… Have you ever changed a diaper and can you teach me how to do it?”

April 25, 1993.

When the day came for Abigail (no, Rhodey, I’m not calling my daughter Jamie, and I’m not calling her Virginia either) to be born, Tony did not feel prepared at all. He was in the middle of a meeting with the board when Diana called, saying her water broke and she was on her way to the hospital. Tony was ashamed to admit that he panicked just a tiny little bit. Pepper immediately called Happy to bring the car out front and Obadiah told Tony to go and that he would be at the hospital as soon as the meeting was over. Everybody congratulated Tony as he ran out of the room.

On his way to the hospital, Tony called Rhodey who was ecstatic to hear his goddaughter was about to be born and assured his best friend that he would be in a plane to Malibu immediately. After they hung up, Pepper and Happy tried to calm down their boss as he repeated I’m going to be a dad, holy crap, I’m going to be a dad nonstop.

Soon enough, they arrived at the hospital. The doctor came and informed Tony that it would be a difficult delivery due to the position of the baby, but assured the father to be that they were very much prepared for the task ahead. And so Tony, Happy and Pepper sat there and waited. Some time passed and Obadiah finally arrived, a box of cigars on his hand. He slapped Tony in the back, laughing.

“No more nights in the workshop for you, my boy. Only diapers and crying for now on”, he said and Tony smiled.

They waited and waited until a nurse came. Tony immediately got up, smiling. He couldn’t wait to see his baby girl and hold her in his arms. To sing her lullabies and tell her stories about Jarvis, and Anna, and her grandmother Maria. He was so full of joy and excitement that it took him a moment to notice the sad look on the nurse’s face.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Stark. They did everything they could, but… They lost them. I’m sorry”.

The nurse continued to talk, but Tony wasn’t listening anymore. He couldn’t see nor hear anything, except for a voice inside his head that sounded too much like Howard. Everybody leaves you, Tony, he whispered, everyone always leaves you. He felt someone hugging him and someone else holding his hand. People were talking. Would you like to see her, Mr. Stark?, someone said and he felt himself nod. He followed the nurse without actually knowing what he was doing and only looked down when he felt her put the baby in his arms. She’s so beautiful, he thought as he looked at her. Her eyes were closed and she was unnaturally still. He grabbed her tiny hand and started humming an old lullaby his mother always sang to him. He felt the tears coming down his face as he closed his eyes and kissed his little girl’s forehead for the first and last time.

Pepper arranged the funeral for both Diana and Abigail. Tony tried to do it himself, but one look at the tiny coffin they’d showed him and he couldn’t bring himself to do it. At the day of the burial, he stood there in his suit, eyes unseeing as they lowered their daughter into the ground. Everybody leaves, the voice echoed in his mind, everybody around you dies. They asked him if he wanted to say a few words, but he refused. What could he say? How could he ever express the pain he felt right now? There were no words that could ever describe it. He had lost everything. Anna, Jarvis, his parents. What is wrong with me? Why does everybody always leave me?, he asked himself. Abigail was his everything. He hadn’t even met her and yet he had loved her like he’d never loved anyone or anything in his entire life. He would’ve given up everything and anything for her. And now she was gone. And he was alone again.

Rhodey spent the next few weeks with him. He made sure Tony ate, sleep and took showers. He would sit beside his best friend every night at the nursery, in silence, as Tony stared at the empty crib. On the third week, Rhodey was in Tony’s bed, where he was sleeping every single night ever since the funeral, when JARVIS woke him up.

“Mr. Rhodes, I believe sir requires your presence. He’s at the nursery.”

Rhodey woke up startled and looked at the empty side of the bed. He got up quickly, already alert and ready thanks to his training as a soldier, and ran to the nursery. There, he found Tony on the floor, holding a small teddy bear while he sobbed loudly. Immediately, Rhodey sat down next to him and hugged him. Tony never showed much emotion, not even to his closest friends, and seeing him like this, completely gone in his grief made Rhodes sick to his stomach.

“Why does everybody always leave, Rhodey?”, he asked, hugging his friend like his life depended on it, “Why do they always leave me?”.

On the other side of town, at Stark Industries, Obadiah Stane sat comfortably in his office, a glass of whiskey in one hand while he talked on his phone.

“So, everything went according to plan”, he said, taking a sip as he looked outside at the beautiful night sky, “all that we need to do now is to take care of those loose ends”.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Stane”, answered the voice on the phone, “accidents happen. After all, doctors work long shifts and you know how dangerous it is to drive when tired, don’t you?”

“What about the nurse?”

“A young woman walking home alone at night? A mugging gone wrong is very common”.

Stane laughed quietly taking another sip of his drink. “Good. And the girl? She better not come back, Pierce. I have enough trouble with one Stark, I don’t need another”.

“I sent her to an associate of ours. She was very happy to receive one more subject to test her serum on. Apparently, she never tried it on a baby before. She’s looking forward to studying its effects on Stark’s daughter”, Pierce said, sounding amused, “Are you sure you don’t want to finish this? We could make it look like a suicide. Poor man couldn’t handle the death of his daughter”.

“No, no. We need him. For now. But you’ll be the first to know when he outlives his usefulness”.

“Very well, then. Hail Hydra”.

#tony stark #oc #marvel #pride and joy #fanfiction #chapter two

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lordsicheng · 7 years

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A Letter to my Wife

Ong Seongwoo x OC

Genre: fluff, angst

A/n: very angsty, be prepared

It was Monday morning, and you woke up to see your husband already in the shower as he was to get ready for work. You were somehow feeling quite happy that day, and you wanted to clean the whole house and rearrange some furniture around. Your husband went out of the bathroom once you got off the bed and he smiled as he kissed you on the forehead. You quickly went to the bathroom, washing your face immediately to wake you up and tied your hair into a bun right after. You went out of the bathroom and immediately downstairs, making sure you could make a quick breakfast for your husband and for your daughter.

“Mommy? Do we have orange juice?” your daughter asked as she ran down the stairs, already in her school uniform

“Yes, baby. I’ll pour you a glass now. Would you like cereal for breakfast or some eggs?” you smiled as you opened the refrigerator

“Cereal, please. Thank you.” she smiled as she ran towards the cabinet to get her shoes and put on her socks

“Honey, are you going to do groceries today?” your husband asked as he walked his way to you, smiling as he fixed his tie

“Later in the afternoon, I guess. Should I wait for you to come home?” you smiled as you turned to your husband and helped him with his tie

“Okay, after we pick up Seungyeon.” he smiled as he gave you a peck on the lips, and you just giggled

“Mommy, daddy! Eww!” your daughter exclaimed as soon as she saw you both kiss, and walked her way to the dining table

“Seungyeon, it’s normal for us to kiss. We are married.” you said as you went back to making her cereal and getting the orange juice carton

“One day, Seungyeon, you will get married and kiss your husband too.” your husband laughed as he sat next to Seungyeon, still giving a mortified expression

“I don’t want to get married!” she pouted and crossed her arms as she looked at her father

“Can we not talk about marriage, right now? She’s only 5.” you chuckled as you served your daughter her cereal and juice, and your husband a couple pieces of toast and eggs

“Thank you, mommy.” your daughter smiled as she started feeding herself her bowl of cereal, and your husband just laughed as he looked at you

“Mommy? Daddy? Can I have a baby brother?” your daughter suddenly asked in the middle of all of you eating, making you almost choke from your toast and your husband widen his eyes

“Sweetie, are you sure you want a baby brother?” your husband asked as he caressed her hair, and looking at you awkwardly

“Yes, daddy. Taeri just had a baby brother, and I thought that I want one too.” she pouted as she drank her glass of orange juice, making you and your husband feel even more awkward

“Seungyeon, babies don’t just fall from the sky or grow on plants” you smiled, and she just kept pouting

“I know, mommy. But I hope I have a baby brother soon. Will you promise me?” she looked at you, and you looked at your husband, who couldn’t help but chuckle as he looked at you back

“We will try, sweetie. Now hurry up, you will be late.” your husband smiled as he looked at Seungyeon

“Oh, right! I’m done mommy, thank you!” your daughter said as she got off the chair and ran to the doorway where her shoes were, and you looked at your husband awkwardly

“She wants a baby brother” you whispered, making sure Seungyeon didn’t hear you

“You know how kids are in her age, they just talk about anything!” your husband whispered back

“What are we going to do? What if she ends up having a baby sister?” you crossed your arms

“So are you saying we should have another one?” your husband crossed his arms as he smirked, and you just burst out a laugh as you lightly slapped his shoulder

“Go. It’s almost 8.” you stood up as you grabbed the finished plates and put them on the sink

“Seungyeon, come give mommy a kiss now.” you called, and your daughter immediately kissed your cheek as she grabbed her bag by the kitchen counter

“Bye, mommy!” Seungyeon said as she ran towards the door

“Sweetie, can you wait for me for a second outside? I’ll just get my suitcase.” your husband said, and Seungyeon just nodded and smiled as she went out the door. It only took you a few seconds to grab the suitcase that was already by the stairway, giving it to your husband to get to work

“So, are we keeping our promise to her?” he smirked again as you walked over to him

“Shut up and go.” you slapped his shoulder again and he just laughed, giving you another peck on the lips

“Let’s pick up Seungyeon together later at 3. I’ll come over by past 2.” he said as he walked to the door

“Okay, love you.” you smiled as you looked at him go out of the door

For the rest of the day, you just cleaned the house and began rearranging some furniture. You haven’t really renovated the house in a while, so you felt like you needed to change things a bit and make it look like you were all in a new environment. You then grabbed your small journal notebook and a pen, writing down what you should buy, what you should throw away, and what you should keep. It took you about over an hour to just write down everything you needed to do, and you smiled in satisfaction as you finally got to your decision. You went to the bedroom to get a box of old magazines to throw out. You reached to it at the bookshelf you had by the bed, only to have a smaller box fall down and had some photographs and some papers fall and scatter all over the floor.

You saw one of the photographs and just chuckled to yourself as you picked it up. It was a photo of you and Seongwoo, smiling as you kissed his cheek and him holding the camera, which you remembered was his phone. You grabbed the other papers and photographs, smiling and reminiscing all the memories you had with him and feeling grateful for ever meeting such a wonderful man. You suddenly saw a green envelope on the side, tilting your head in curiosity as you saw that it was unopened.

“To my future wife” you muttered as you saw it written on the envelope. You just chuckled and smiled as you slowly opened the envelope to see a handwritten letter from Seongwoo himself

“To my future wife,

Hey! Hello! What’s up! Okay, I’ll stop now, but what I won’t stop on is loving you. Every single day. I want to tell you, you are the best person I have ever met and I always am thankful to Minhyun for introducing us to each other. Do you remember that day? October 24th. I saw you from afar at the campus grounds, reading a book as you flipped your hair to the side, and I found myself staring at you for the longest time. I could not help myself from looking at you, until you suddenly looked around and saw me stare at you. You just giggled once I tried to look away, making it even more obvious. Once I looked again, you were gone. Man, I was devastated to not find you again after that day.

Until, November 8th. One of my friends threw a house party in celebration of his birthday, and I saw you again stuck in a crowd, talking to two other people. One of them being Minhyun, one of my best buds. Again, like the first time, I caught myself staring at you and your beautiful eyes. Minhyun saw me and immediately dragged me and forced me to talk to you. Once I heard your name, I heard birds chirp and a beautiful melody pass by my ears. It felt like the world to me to just know your name. “y/n”, I said after you introduced yourself, and you just giggled on how you reminded me that I stared at you one time while at campus. I was embarrassed, for sure, but you just told me it was normal. That’s how I fell for you even more.

You were loving, very caring, open minded and patient. You always took care of every single person around you. You loved your family, your friends, and you were always polite. You smiled all the time, which made my heart beat faster every time your smile was meant for me whenever we talk. For the longest time, I had the biggest crush on you and I promised myself that one day, I will be the man who will give you all the love and all the care that you deserve. But then I thought, who am I? A man who just makes a fool of himself in front of my friends just to make them laugh. A man who was often self absorbed, but only to an extent. A man who loved having fun, and often got into trouble. But then again, I am a man who promised myself, that if I ever fall in love with someone, I will give my all to that person, as long as I continue to become an honest and devoted man to only that one person: you.

September 24th, almost a year since I first laid my eyes on you. That was the day that I finally confessed my feelings. I gave you a bouquet of calla lilies, which you loved. You asked me why I ever gave you that, and why I even knew your favorite flowers when you didn’t tell me in the first place. I observed everything you liked and not liked, from your favorite food to the day you most disliked in the week. From your favorite TV shows, to your most disliked movies. I listen to you all the time, even if you think I am not. I always joked around with you, and I was surprised at how well you handled my jokes and how witty you thought I was. You even thought for a second that I was joking around with you that day. But you know what the best part of that day was? Your overwhelming reply.

“Yes, I love you too, Seongwoo”

I have never felt this way for someone before. Sure, you know I have dated other people in the middle of me having the biggest crush on you, but I never had you off my thoughts almost every day. It just was not the same, I felt very connected to you and I felt something different from you compared to all the other girls I ever dated. You were unique, and you were only that one person to ever make me feel this way. And from then on, I vowed to never make you upset in any way and make you the happiest girl ever.

As I am writing this letter, I’m rethinking all the past days, weeks, months, years that we have been together. Me picking you up from your classes all the time after your schedules were over, going on dates almost anywhere we wanted to go, even our first trip out of the country together, graduating from university together, getting your first pet together, and getting our first jobs together. I am overwhelmed by how long we have been together.

But we both know, that all relationships aren’t perfect. We argue, we give each other silent treatments; we even ignored each other for days. But for some reason, we always end up running back to each other. But through thick and thin, we have always respected and continued to love each other through all of this, even when you know I can be an idiot sometimes, you still accepted me for who I was and that is what had me get stronger and go further with you.

Four years later, October 16th, it was your birthday. I couldn’t help myself smile whenever I looked at that small box that had our future in it. A future I want to spend with you, for the rest of my life. You threw a simple dinner party, with just your family and our closest friends. I called that I was going to be late because of work, only for you to actually find out that I had planned something before. Your parents were very helpful with my plans and were very supportive as much as my parents and I even asked your younger brother to help me out with all the details for my plan. I had to ask Daniel, Minhyun, Jaehwan, even Jisung hyung to help hide everything that could spoil the surprise.

The minute you saw me arrive that day made you relieved that I even came, but once I kneeled down next to you, I could not help myself just look into your teary eyes and ask you one question I have had on my mind ever since I first laid eyes on you

“Will you marry me?”

Your adorable squeal made me smile so much, and your sweetest “yes” made me feel like I had won and owned the world. I will never forget that day where I held you the tightest in my arms, crying and thankful to be able to experience such a wonderful acceptance from the woman I love. Then on and even now, I think about our future as a married couple almost every day: us having stable jobs, having a beautiful home, having children, traveling the world, even having pets, and just spending the rest of our lives loving and caring for each other.

I am writing this letter in advance, because I could not contain my excitement for our wedding day. The day that I am most waiting for, seeing you walk that aisle in a beautiful white dress smiling as you are on your way to my side in front of the altar as we think of our future. And for me to think of what I can do for you: to hold you in my arms whenever I can, to respect you every single day, to kiss you whenever I please, to always calling you mine for the rest of my life. Y/n, if I can, I would ask you to marry me every single day, and I want you to know, that whatever happens, I am always going to be here for you, your future husband,

Ong Seongwoo.”

You smiled and let tears drop from your eyes one by one, feeling your heart drop from every paragraph you read from the letter. You broke down as you cried and laid your head on the bed side, taking deep breaths as you tried to compose yourself and clean up all the papers and photographs on the floor, only to fail in the end and just look at them instead. Your husband arrived after a few minutes, almost shocked to see you looking devastated on the floor, but once he saw all the photos scattered around, he could not help but kneel right next to you and hug you tight as you let out a hard cry on his chest.

“Let it all out.” your husband said as he hugged you tightly and began shedding a tear as he saw a particular photo of you and Seongwoo on your engagement day. You finally tried to compose yourself as you got out of his embrace, him wiping a falling tear from your eye with his thumb

“I’m okay now.” you forced a smile, and he nodded and smiled as he stood up to get you some water

“Minhyun?” you called, and he looked back

“Can we visit him?”

“Mommy, why are we here?” your daughter asked while holding Minhyun’s hand, looking at you

“I’m visiting someone, baby. Wait here.” you said as you gestured Minhyun and your daughter to stay at a tree nearby, and Minhyun just smiled and nodded as you ran towards the area where you found Seongwoo. You immediately kneeled down and put a bouquet of calla lilies, your favorite and soon also became Seongwoo’s, next to a photo of him by his headstone. You couldn’t stop your tears from falling once you read his name, and you grazed your fingers over it as you forced a smile

“I miss you, every single day.”

#im sorry #wanna one scenarios #wanna one imagines #wanna one reactions #ong seongwoo #ong seongwu #seongwoo #seongwu

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smutbangtan · 7 years

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Serendipity Part 2

Word Count: 6,189

Summary: Jimin is intrigued by the human race and you. He has decided to visit earth. He was given a mission and must return when he completes it.

Genre: Supernatural/Angst/Smut

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Trigger Warning: Death

Author’s Note: I told myself two chapters!! Sorry! There will be a third and last chapter. :)

That night, your dream was different. You were floating through space. You twirled in the air admiring the beautiful galaxies and the stars around you. You were in absolute awe. The mass expanse of space and it’s beautiful stars were overwhelming. In the distance you saw a star, glistening and standing out from the rest. You moved towards it with stretched out arms until your finger touched it’s light briefly. You had to shade your eyes with one hand as you tried to grab it because it was so bright. You wanted it to badly. It was beautiful with an aura of rainbows. For some reason, the only thing you wanted in the universe was that star. You jumped up and grabbed it with both hands and clutched it tight to your chest. You moved into a fetal position as you floated and kept the star close to your heart as you closed your eyes with feeling of warmth surrounding you.

*****

You fluttered your eyes open and looked up at the ceiling. You took in a deep breath and felt a little lighter than usual after the strange dream. You moved under the blankets till you laid on your side to stare at the opened window. It was Sunday and you didn’t have anything planned. You figured you could go buy some groceries since you just got paid from work last night. You realized that you hadn’t bought anything for yourself in so long. Not a piece of clothing, or even a tube of lipstick from the drug store like you used to. Today, the day seemed hopeful until a sudden weight hit you about your car situation. It then reminded you of yesterday and your anniversary. You closed your eyes shut, pushing back the waves of grief that always consumes you whenever you remember.

You moved about the house, doing a general cleaning then made yourself a simple breakfast. Once you finished you sat there on the table with your knee drawn up to your chest and sipping on some herbal tea. You thought about your car and how it needed replacing. You didn’t have the money to fix it and you definitely didn’t have the money to replace it. You lived almost pay check to pay check when it came to your expenses. You didn’t have any of these money problems when there were two people earning an income. You remembered Jimin and the time you spent with him yesterday. It made you feel a little less lonely, knowing you had at least someone close by if something went wrong. You were grateful that he helped you yesterday. You then remembered how he’d offer to help fix your car today. You hoped that he’ll be able to fix it. Just as you were thinking of your neighbour, you heard a knock on your door. You placed your cup of tea down and stood up, making your way towards the door. You looked down at your attire and figured it was appropriate since you were only wearing your PJ pants and an oversized shirt. You reached up to your hair and felt your messy bun and thought maybe you should let it down. You then blinked and realized ‘since when did you start caring about your appearance around another guy?’ you left your hair as it is and opened the door to see Jimin with his hands in his pockets. He wore white shirt which was tucked at the front of his blue jeans. You did a quick glance at his feet, only to find him wearing shoes this time. “Hey!” He said with a soft smile. “Hey, err. Come inside” You moved to the side and allowed him in. “So, I promised to have a look at your car today, and since I have no idea about cars I’ll try my best” He was cheery. He turned around and looked at you with a reassuring smile. You were heading to the kitchen bench and grabbed your keys as he spoke, once you turned around you smiled briefly at him. “Honestly, even just trying would mean a lot of help” You said with a smile. Jimin clapped his hands enthusiastically and rubbed them “Okay great! I only have two items” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a screwdriver and a spanner. “It’s the only things I have, but I figured it’s the essentials” You chuckled then handed him the keys. “Do you need me to come with you?” Jimin shook his head “Nah, I’ll give it a shot.” He smiled brightly with his moon eyes. He took the keys and twirled it once on his finger before heading back towards the door and leaving. You stood there once he left and stared at the door. You bitt your lip nervously, you weren’t sure if it was because he might make the car situation worse when he admitted that he had no idea about cars or because you cared about your appearance for another man just now. You figured you should change anyway since it was almost midday. You wore a pair of jeans and a tank top. You kept your hair in a bun since it needed a wash later. You searched for Bubbles and found her sleeping in her bed again and noticed she hadn’t ate her food. You petted her a few times and picked her up and moved her to her food bowl and water so she could eat before she slept for the rest of the day. Thirty minutes hadn’t passed till you heard knocking on your door again. You frowned a little, confused as to why Jimin would be back so quick unless he was able to fix it easily. You made your way across and opened the door to see Jimin standing there with messy blonde hair, grease smeared all over his white shirt and some of his face. “So, I tried, but I think it’s too far gone” said Jimin as he rubbed his forward with the back of his wrist. “Jimin your shirt!” You gasped. You stepped to the side and let him inside again and watched him stand there trying to get the grease off his pale hands. “Yeah, your car is kind of old with a lot of grease, and I mean a lot” he chuckled. You sighed, not finding his joke funny. If Jimin couldn’t fix your car, it meant you had to use public transport which then meant you had to get up an hour earlier for work. You closed your eyes briefly, feeling heavy in the chest again but you opened your eyes and pointed to his shirt, trying to push back the uneasiness. “I’m sorry about your shirt, I hope it wasn’t expensive. At least let me wash it for you.” You said seriously with knitted brows. Jimin looked down at his shirt as though noticing the stain for the first time and rubbed his greasy fingers down on it “Oh, not it’s fine. I’m sure I’ll be able to wash off the grease” He poked one of the smears and rubbed the grease between two fingers “It can’t be that hard” He looked up with his blue eyes first then smiled at you. “Actually, it’s quite hard. I’ll wash it for you. It’s the least I could do” you said with a blank face. You turned and headed to the spare room as you spoke “I may have a spare shirt for you.” Jimin could hear you rummage through some boxes then watched you walk back with a similar looking shirt in your hands. You handed it to him with a stretched arm a small smile on your face as you stared at him “Give me the shirt, there’s actually a special way to get rid of it” Jimin was reluctant at first but took the spare shirt into his hand “Was it your husbands?” he asked softly. Jimin knew the moment he asked the question that it was too personal, but he needed to ask. He stared down at the shirt in his hands. You pursed your lips into a thin line then nodded “Yeah, I was meant to throw his clothes away a while ago, I just never came around to it. Or..” You paused “Had the heart too” You smiled reassuringly. “You seemed to know a lot about grease” Said Jimin as he placed the new shirt down on the table next to him and reached for hem of his own and pulled it off his body and over his head. Your eyes widened a little at Jimin’s sudden action. You had a quick glimpse of his chest before your turned your head away and cleared your throat. “Err, well my husband worked in the industrial section in factories. He was an engineer and oversaw major machinery. He never touched it, but he always seemed to have grease on him whenever he came home. It was annoying in fact.” You smiled to yourself at the thought of always complaining about washing his clothes. You looked back again and Jimin was now wearing your husband’s shirt. You stared at the shirt and remembered how your husband looked in it. You lifted your eyes slowly but saw Jimin’s face instead staring back at you with a slight frown. “You still have grease on your face” You said suddenly to cut the tension in the air. You quickly reached out and took the shirt from his dirty hands and headed to the laundry sink. “Y/N? Are you okay?” Jimin followed behind you slowly and stood in the doorway. He could feel that talking about your husband was bringing back old memories again. “Yes” you lied, but you covered yourself by explaining something that was bothering you instead. “I’m just worried how I’ll get to work. It’s going to be annoying getting up extra early but I think I’ll manage” you added with a sigh. Jimin watched the back of you, he saw your shoulders move as you soaked his shirt in water. You quickly reached up and pulled out bar of soap from the top cupboard and turned around to face him. “Here” you said bluntly. Jimin lowered his blue eyes and saw a grey bar of soap. It looked a lot textured than a normal one, a lot grainier. “This would get rid of the grease on your hands” You smiled as Jimin slowly took the item. He examined it briefly then followed you back into the main area. “Thank you for trying though, I really appreciate it” You made yourself towards the door and held it open for him. Jimin nodded and headed out. He turned around and faced you “If you need me to take you anywhere for errands, just ask away okay?” You bit your lip, because you actually did need to do grocery shopping for the week. You didn’t want to ask him, you didn’t want to be a burden on him again. It would be the third time to ask him to do something for you when he’d never needed your help at all. Now you started to feel pathetic. You needed his help, you didn’t have anyone else. And that even made you feel worse. “Actually..” You began. Jimin was about to turn around but stood in place with only one hand on his door handle. “What is it?” Jimin furrowed his brows. “I need to do grocery shopping for the week” You said it quickly, feeling so embarrassed. Jimin faced you fully now. “So do I, I’ll just quickly wash my hands and face. Meet you in the hallway in five?” You nodded slow in response. “Great, I’ll be back” Jimin smiled then went inside his apartment. You suddenly shut the door and exhaled deeply. You thought to yourself ‘it wasn’t that hard to ask for help’. *** Jimin decided to take a different route and head to a another part of town where the major shopping marts were. It had been a very long time since you shopped there since you wanted to stay local and not venture out after the death of your husband. You always kept to your usual route. You had no need to go anywhere else. But you didn’t mention this to Jimin, since he was the driver. The conversation you had with Jimin at was mostly about your work and how boring it was. You mentioned that it payed the bills but that’s about it. “So where do you hang out with your friends?” asked Jimin as he paid attention to the road. You looked away and stared at the window as you clutched onto your bag on your lap. “Oh, I don’t have any friends” You said bluntly. That, you weren’t ashamed of. You were the reason of being friendless. After the funeral, you had the support of your friends and family but only for a while, after that however you pushed them away. You would still get a text once a while from a friend but that’s all. You had an occasion invite for dinner but you’d refuse. Mainly because now you didn’t have the money to fine dine like you used to. Jimin snapped his head to your direction once you answered with an arched a brow. “Surely you have friend’s Y/N” he said softly. You had your head resting on the window while watching the buildings. You hadn’t noticed Jimin staring at you as he stopped at a red light. “Not really no” You said honestly. You then moved your head in his direction and gave him a smile “I do have one now though” Jimin eyes widened slightly then chuckled at your words “I thought we were already friends, but I’m glad that we are” **** You and Jimin walked along the same aisles as you gathered your essentials. You picked the cheapest labels, the ones you were used to getting which saved you money. In your cart already had a loaf of bread, milk, eggs and some other small items that would last you for a week. After a while you noticed that Jimin’s cart had odd items in it, like a jar of black olives, oven mittens and block of cheese. You also noticed that he didn’t really examine the item he chose off the shelf. He’d just pick it up and place is it in the trolley. You then realized that he lied about needing to get shopping, only to make you feel less ashamed of asking for help. You smiled to yourself when you thought of Jimin being so considerate. Both of you stood in front of a row of different pasta sauces while you explained to him the process of making sauce from scratch. Jimin was leaning forward on his trolley handle with his elbows and listening carefully until the conversation was interrupted. “Y/N?” said a female voice. Jimin was the first to stand up straight and stare at the stranger, since she stood behind you. You slowly turned around after hearing your name and saw someone you knew from a while back. “Oh my god it is you!” The woman placed her shopping basket on the ground and walked over, wrapping her arms around you into a big hug. You blinked at the sudden contact and stood there as she drew back, placing her hands on your shoulders and examining you with a bright smile. “Hi Lisa, it’s been a while” you said softly. You quickly darted your eyes at Jimin and saw him staring at the both of you. You looked back and started to feel uncomfortable being seen by someone from the past. “It sure has! You look great! I always text you but you rarely reply” Lisa slapped your arm playfully and pouted. “I know it’s been hard for you, but you seriously need to come hang out with us girls” You pursed your lips tightly then swallowed, feeling hesitant. “Um, I’m just really busy with work and all. It’s been tough” You looked back at Jimin who was now standing and looking at the different jars of pasta sauce, pretending not to listen into the conversation. “I’ve come quickly to grab a few things actually. We’re having a family lunch right now and my brother and I need to get some last-minute things. He’s here somewhere” Lisa lifted her head to look over your shoulder, then around searching for her brother. She noticed Jimin standing next to you and arched a brow “Oh, who’s this? A friend of yours?” Now you really wanted to run away from this stupid place. You felt embarrassed. Not because you were with Jimin. But you were afraid with what people would think of you. Here you were shopping with another male when you only been widowed for just over a year. You didn’t want people to think the grief for your husband has waned. “This is Jimin, my new neighbour. I’m having some car issues right now and he was happy to help” You justified yourself quickly hoping it would suffice. Your throat felt dry. Lisa leaned past your shoulders and waved at Jimin. Jimin turned and smiled with his hand stretched out, to shake her hand. They did once then Lisa smiled back at you. She rested a hand on your arm and smiled softly “We’re having a get together to watch that new film ‘Anabelle resurrection’ next Saturday night. I wanted it to be a girl’s night out, get away from the kids you know?” She sighed then continued “But my husband wanted to come along. So, the rest of the girls are bringing their partners too” Your eyes widened when you heard the word ‘partners’ “Oh no, we’re just..” you pointed back and forth from Jimin and yourself “We’re just friends” Lisa smiled reassuringly then at Jimin. She didn’t mean to offend you or Jimin “I know, but I would really like you to come. You can’t ignore me now, I’m standing right in front of you” She grinned. “Hey Y/N” said a male voice. Lisa turned and saw her brother standing behind her with two wine bottles in each hand. Lisa looked annoyed at him “There you are, look who I found” she tilted her head indicated your presence. You recognized that face immediately. You wanted to die right then and there. “Hi Jin” You lowered your eyes and placed a can of whatever it was into your trolley, the one you were fiddling with this whole time. “It’s good seeing you” He smiled briefly then looked at his sister. “I found these two, it was the last ones” Lisa cut him off “Y/N is coming to the movies next week, she hasn’t really said yes but she doesn’t have an option.” Lisa and Jin both turned and looked at you. Jin darted his dark eyes to Jimin. They both locked eyes and Jimin nodded a little as a greeting, which Jin did in return. He turned around and left before saying to you with a smile “Have fun at the movies” You saw the face that Jin made and you started to feel dread forming at the pit of your stomach. You took in a deep breath then let it out as you faked smiled at Lisa. Suddenly, Jimin leaned over past your head with a smirk. “She’d love to go.” He said to her. You darted your head at Jimin then at Lisa who now looked pleased with Jimin’s answer. “Great! I’m buying the tickets online tonight since it’s a new movie. It’ll be book out fast. You can give me the cash on the night” She clasped her hands “And you can come too, I’ll grab your ticket for you” She peered over your shoulder to talk to Jimin. “I’ll see you then! I’m so glad I got to see Y/N” Moments later Lisa left you and Jimin standing in the pasta aisle. You were fuming at this point. You grabbed your trolley and started wheeling is past Jimin who looked confused for a moment. “Don’t do that!” You snapped at him. “Do what?” Jimin asked innocently. He grabbed his own trolley and started following, trying to catch up to your speed. “Don’t speak for me! You don’t have any right too!” You snapped around, peering over your shoulder at Jimin as you wheeled through another aisle and almost pumping into someone. “I’m not ready” You added. “Not ready for what exactly?” Jimin furrowed his brows. He quickened his pace and pushed his trolley till it was next to yours. You were scanning the shelves searching for something with anger written all over your face. “Not ready to watch a movie? It’s just a movie Y/N” He said softly. You stopped and turned and looked at him. Jimin was now standing in front of you, away from his trolley. His blue eyes looked down at yours, scanning your face with knitted brows. “I just.. I just don’t want to be around them right now.” You waved your hand a bit, indicating Lisa and Jin. “Then, when will you? You said you didn’t have any friends. They look like friends to me” He smiled a little. You huffed at his response. Jimin’s friendliness was now becoming annoying. You reached over for your trolley and brushed Jimin’s shoulder harshly and headed to the counter “Take me home” You said bluntly. You paid for your groceries and so did Jimin. Once the items where in the car, you sat inside in silence with arms crossed. Jimin knew you were upset at him, but he figured he wouldn’t speak anymore on the matter. You still needed time. You thanked him for helping you get groceries. Jimin offered with the bags but you didn’t want anything else from him if it meant he’d intervene with your life like that. *** Monday morning came and the day went slow as ever. You caught the bus on your way home and arrived at your apartment later that evening. You unlocked the door and walked through with a groan. Your feet were tired and all you wanted to do was take a hot bath then sleep. You slowly took off your coat and placed it on the hanger then threw your bag on the table as you made your way to your window first, wondering if Bubbles had already left for her nightly stroll. You were about to head to the kitchen when you saw Bubbles cuddled up in her bed. “Oh hey you!” you said with a smile. You made your way to her and petted her once then scratched her chin. You watched her tail but it didn’t move. “Bubbles?” you asked with furrowed brows. You leaned forward, looking worried and petted her slowly and resting your hand on her exposed stomach and felt it rise and fall really slowly. A wave of fear rushed into you. You quickly leaned your face further and flicked her ear to see if she would twitch it, but it didn’t move. “Oh no.” you gasped. Your eyes started to water as panic took over. You gently curled your hands under Bubbles and picked her up, cradling her in your arms as though she was a baby. Her body was limp and her head tilted back. Tears were now streaming down your face. She was barely breathing. You immediately thought of the animal hospital nearby. You slowly placed Bubbles down again and rushed to the kitchen bench to where your keys were. You came to a sudden halt, realizing that your car wasn’t working. “No!” You gasped out with a sob. You moved about, thinking of what you could do. Without even realizing you were already heading out the door and banging on Jimin’s door. “Jimin!... Jimin!” You sobbed with worried eyes. You prayed that he was home. You could hear feet padding it’s way to the door when suddenly the door swung open. Jimin looked at you with widened eyes after seeing you in a crying mess. “It’s..” You tried to gather your words “It’s Bubbles, there’s something wrong with her!” Jimin already had his hands on your shoulders as you spoke, then smoothed them up your neck and cupped your wet cheeks. He looked just as worried as you. He gave your cheeks a quick swipe of your tears with his thumbs then walked past you quickly and into your apartment. He stepped towards Bubbles who was till huddled in a ball. Jimin slowly and gently picked her up and cradled her into his chest. “Do you know where is the nearest hospital?” Asked Jimin seriously as he looked down at the cat. You noddled quickly then replied after wiping your nose with the back of your hand “Yes” “Grab a towel, she needs to go quick” He looked up at you with a frown as he said this. Without hesitation, you rushed to the laundry and grabbed the nearest towel and headed straight for Jimin. He gently lifted Bubbles and you quickly wrapped her up in a towel then held onto her. Her furry face was peeping through the wrapped fabric, but her eyes remained closed. “Let’s go, I’ll grab my keys” He said quickly. You both made your way towards the door. Jimin grabbed your bag and cloak and headed out. *** The drive to the hospital was a silent one with only your sniffs, and directions filling the car. Jimin was the one to head to the reception and talk about the issue. The veterinarian came and took Bubbles from you, mentioning that they would examine her then give you the details after the test results. You and Jimin sat in the waiting room. It was history repeating itself again. Memories started flooding back to when you received a call from your husband’s work about the incident. You remembered waiting in the hospital waiting room. Your chest started to rise and fall, from the memory of sheer shock. Bubbles was the only thing that kept you grounded after losing your husband. She gave you a reason to wake up in the morning. “Y/N?” Jimin said softly. He was watching you. He reached out and cupped over one of your hands as reassurance. You immediately turned your hand around and laced your fingers around his and held tightly to his hand. Jimin only reacted by lifted his free arm and wrapping it around your shoulder, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder. You closed your eyes as warm tears trailed down your face again. “I don’t know what I’ll do if I lose her Jimin” You said in a croaky voice. An hour passed and the veterinarian walked through the back doors with a clipboard. You didn’t want to move, you couldn’t move. You didn’t even want to look at the veterinarian’s face. You knew that if you did, your fear would come true. Jimin lowered his head and looked at you, noticing you weren’t moving to meet with the veterinarian so he decided to stand up instead and receive the news for you. When Jimin walked up to her, the veterinarian frowned. She licks her lips briefly then began talking to Jimin in a quiet tone. He quickly looked over at you and saw you sitting there with your hands over your face, smoothing away the tears. “It’s not good. She’s been sick for quite a while” she said softly, then looked at her clipboard. Jimin frowned but remained silent. “She has a lot of cancer cells in her blood and it’s beyond treatment” She sighed. Jimin blinked, not understanding what she meant “But she seemed fine a few days ago” The veterinarian nodded “Ah yes, cats a very good at hiding their pain. It’s now taken a toll on her, she can’t move anymore” Jimin looked over his shoulder and saw you looking hopeful once you locked eyes with him. He turned back around and continued to talk “Is she in pain?” The veterinarian nodded seriously “Very much so. I’m surprised she survived this long to be honest. We can give you the option of letting you take her back and wait for her to pass, but in my opinion I think that’s cruel. We can give euthanize her, if you give us permission of course. The sooner the better” Jimin lowered his head briefly and closed his eyes. He ran his fingers through his blonde hair and gave the veterinarian a nod before turning around and walking back towards you. You remained seated as he arrived. The veterinarian watched the man crouch down before the owner of the pet and speak in a soft voice. She watched the owner gasp out loud and moaned out a ‘no’ as she covered her mouth. She began to sob uncontrollably. She watched as the man reached up and rested his hands on her thighs, reassuring her while she cried. She nodded repeatedly as she wept at the situation, then wrapped her arms around him, drawing him close to her seated body. She dug her face into his neck. He slowly wrapped his arms around her, and rubbed her back slowly letting her settle in the new and sad information. ** “Hey, you little rascal” You sniffed with a smile. Bubble was laying on her side, with her legs stretched out on the examining table. Her eyes remained shut but her stomach moved up and down really slowly. You reached out and smoothed your hand down her soft fur. “Thank you so much for keeping me alive” you sniffed as your eyes teared up again. Jimin stood behind you with a frown, watching you say your last goodbyes before the injection. He listened while you spoke to Bubbles. “Without you, I wouldn’t be here you know?” You smoothed down your hand over her fragile body as you continued to speak, giving her soft pats “Remember that time, when I made you stay at Lisa’s house?” You sniffed. “Well, I did it because I was actually going to do something really bad to myself that night. But then I realized” You voice started to weaken “You needed me, and it wasn’t fair that you were there for me when I felt alone, it was selfish of me to leave you with Lisa and her shitty kids” you laughed once but ended it with a sniff. You leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on Bubbles jaw. You rested your forehead against hers with closed eyes and whispered “Thank you, I love you Bubbles” Once you stood up again you wiped your eyes and looked at Jimin. “May I?” He asked softly. You nodded then headed out the door to the waiting room, you didn’t want to be present when the injection takes place. You heart wouldn’t be able to handle it. You left Jimin in the room alone, allowing him to say his goodbyes even they only spent brief moments together. Jimin walked slowly to Bubbles and ran his pale fingers over her one of her furry paws. Her paw twitched and Jimin smiled softly, knowing Bubbles reacted to his touch. He leaned in a little and smoothed his hand down her body once again then scratched her chin a little. Bubbles moved a briefly then opened her eyes, to look at him. “You’re in pain, I know.” He said gently then pecked her forehead with a kiss. “You’ve been so strong for her. You kept her alive this whole time, but it’s time for you to go sweetie” Bubbles ‘meowed’ a little and Jimin chuckled a little “Your just as stubborn as your mother”. Bubbles lifted a paw and pressed it on Jimin’s pale cheek. “She’ll be taken care of, I’ll make sure of that” Jimin lifted his hand and held onto her paw, giving it a quick peck and a soft squeeze as reassurance. Once Jimin finished speaking, Bubble’s paw slowly lowered as her eyes rolled back to a close and passed away. Jimin shut his blue eyes. He had a sudden feeling of grief. He never felt this emotion before and it consumed him. He felt his eyes stinging. He reached up and touched his own eyes then looked at his fingers, seeing it wet. This was the feeling of loss. **** The car ride home was eerily silent. Now and then you would sniff and wipe your eyes as you watched the buildings pass you by. Jimin informed you before leaving the hospital that Bubbles passed away naturally. That, somehow gave you little comfort, knowing that Bubbles didn’t need a chemical induced death. But grief was grief, regardless of the death and it still consumed you. Jimin kindly enough took care of the papers and the hospital bill before heading home. Your mind was numb when he informed you about cremation. Knowing that no one was waiting for you at home made you feel lonely. You were truly alone now and nothing could fix it. Jimin had one hand on the steering wheel and the other was stretched out, coming his fingers down your hair reassuringly then held onto your hand. He looked over in your direction a few times to make sure you were okay. He didn’t want to say anything, he didn’t know what to say. He knew no amount of comforting words would make you feel less pain. He felt it too. It felt like a heavy rock at the pit of his stomach and tightening of the chest. He could only imagine what you would be feeling right now. Once Jimin parked the car, you opened the car door and headed towards the building. You had your cloak draped over an arm and your bag dangling off a shoulder. You stood in front of your door and slowly rummaged through our bag for the apartment keys. Your eyes stung from all the crying and your vision started to blur again as you searched for your keys. After finding it, you tried to jam the key in with shaking hands but the strength wasn’t there. Slowly, you saw pale hands wrap around your own and helped you open the door. A sense of relief was felt, knowing Jimin was there. As you stepped in, Jimin silently took your belongings and placed them on the table. He kept his distance as you were about to head to your room but suddenly turned around. Jimin was making his way back to the front door. “Jimin?” you said softly. “Yeah?” “I..” You started but began sobbing again. “I don’t want to be alone” You covered your face as you cried. Jimin closed the door quickly and made his way towards you, wrapping you into his embrace. He placed his chin on the top of your head and closed your eyes, letting you cry everything out. He gently ‘shushed’ you in a calming voice then spoke. “Of course, I’ll stay. As long as you need Y/N” Jimin felt the weight of your body and knew you were tired. Both of you moved towards the bedroom. You felt exhausted at this point. Your eyes burned and your face felt hot. Jimin silently moved the bed covers for you. You kicked off your shoes and slipped into your blankets. Jimin copied you and laid down next to you then brought up the sheets, enveloping you both in body heat. You curled into your side and placed your arm across Jimin’s chest with your face buried into his neck. He welcomed this position and held you in his embrace. Jimin closed his eyes and felt your body move as you silently sobbed in the dark. He could feel the wetness of your tears. He could feel the light inside you diminishing. It was already on its last ambers. The loss of Bubbles was now a turning point for you and he could feel it. Jimin stared up at the ceiling as he thought of you. He needed to do something. His access was limited and he could only choose wisely when to use it. He closed his blue eyes and took in a deep breath then exhaled softly. Slowly, a warm aura radiated from his body and blanketed over yours. It wasn’t visible but it’s effect was. The aura was positive energy and hope. Jimin turned his head and looked at your face closely. Your eyes were closed and it was tight with knitted brows as you frowned with hot tears. Slowly and subtlety your face softened and your sobbing stopped. Your body relaxed beside him then you drifted into a deep sleep. Jimin continued to stare at you. He scanned your features and took in every detail of you. This feeling that was buried deep, now started to emerge. He wanted to be with you, he wanted to protect you and fight any obstacle that came your way. He lifted his hand and traced the outlines of your lips then face while he thought of you. Moments later, he too fell asleep.

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Jason Todd/Red Hood X ArkhamKnight!Reader- Set Your Demons Free (Part 7)

This is the last part to this series!!!! I absolutely enjoyed writing this and I’m actually happy with the ending. Ending stories has never been my specialty, but this ending is perfect to me. Enjoy!!!

Set Your Demons Free, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Warning: Angst, fighting, etc.

When you found out Bruce was captured by Crane, you and Jason knew that you had to help him. You could still hear Joker whispering in your head, urging you to finish the job, to kill Bruce. His empty promises and threats would make you forget what happened, tearing down the resilience you worked tirelessly to build up. Whenever you saw Jason, his voice would shut up. Jason may regret not killing Joker, but he’s the one who silences his voices in your head.

“Where’s Bruce?” you asked, pulling your sniper rifle from the duffle bag.

“He’s in the building, strapped to a vertical table,” Jason responded, peering through binoculars. “Crane, Gordon and the replacement are with him.”

You slung the rifle over your shoulder, grasping your grappling hook and firing it, “After we save him, what do we do next?”

“We leave Gotham, find a place to say while the city is rebuilt,” he answered, placing the binoculars in the bag, “or we find a place here and kick some criminal ass. I’m open to ideas.”

“We’ll figure it out soon,” you said, jumping off from the roof.

“I’m thinking a penthouse,” Jason called out from behind you, landing next to you on a wall, “something that’s roomy.”

“Shush,” you said, pulling a vent cover down, hesitating to enter.

“What’s wrong?” he asked you.

You gulped, looking into the vent, “I hate this place.”

“I’ll go in first,” Jason stated, pulling himself in and holding a hand out to you. “He’s dead, (Y/N), and he’s never going to hurt you again.”

“I know that,” you whispered, taking his hand, “it’s the memories of this place that haunts me.”

He pulled you in the vent, “We won’t come here again.”

You nodded and began to move, “Let’s get this over with.”

“That’s the spirit,” Jason smirked, moving forward. “I wonder if there’s any apartment realtors around.”

“Will you quit it?” you whispered, following him through the vents. “We’ll talk about this later.”

“I’m just trying to start a conversation,” Jason grunted, sliding down.

“Well, it’s a conversation I want to start later,” you retorted. “Turn left, not right.”

Jason did as you said, taking the vent to the left. He remained quiet the rest of the way, making you wonder if you pissed him off. When you finally reached the end of the vent, Jason quietly removed the cover and jumped down. You did the same, scanning the room as you moved to your sniping position. Removing it from your shoulder, you placed it on a ledge and peered through the scope. Crane was speaking to the camera, Bruce’s cowl removed from his face.

“Do you understand, Gotham? You have no savior. No more hope,” he said, turning around to inject Bruce, “no more Batman. I’ve won.”

You couldn’t get a clear shot at Bruce’s restraints, not even bothering to aim at Crane. This was Bruce’s fight to finish, and you knew he wanted to bring him in and have him punished for his crimes.

“I’m not afraid, Crane,” Bruce stated, making him shake his head.

“Impossible,” Crane growled, removing his needles from Bruce’s chest and pulling a pistol from his belt. “Without fear, life is meaningless.”

Once he cocked the gun and placed it near Bruce’s forehead, you took aim and fired. Reloading your gun, you watched Crane back away from Bruce, firing at one of Bruce’s restraints. He caughts Crane’s fist, breaking his hand from the last restraint and using it to grasp his neck.

“No!” Crane screamed as Bruce forced the needles into his neck.

“What’s wrong, scared?” Bruce asked, pushing him into the camera.

“Let’s go,” you said to Jason, slinging the sniper over your shoulder.

“Now can we talk about getting an apartment?”

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You did talk about that apartment, and eventually did buy the penthouse Jason had mentioned. After the manor had been destroyed, you and Jason quickly made yourselves known as the new vigilantes of Gotham. The Red Hood and (Y/H/N) struck crime in the face, killing anyone who ruined Gotham’s name. When the masks were off, you wrote stories like your father had when you were younger. Jason took a job at the bank, using his powers of intimidation for good as a security guard.

“You look good in a uniform,” you smiled, fixing his dark blue tie, “but you gotta get used to the tie.”

“It’s choking me,” he complained, yanking at the collar.

You laughed, loosening the tie a bit, “You have to keep it on, Jay, it’s required.”

Jason groaned, gesturing to his shoes, “How am I supposed to run in these?”

“I highly doubt you’re going to have to run,” you snorted, hitting his chest lightly. “Stop complaining and let’s go! I need to grab more ink for the printer.”

He smiled, pecking your lips, “Fine, but we’re eating breakfast at the diner before my shift.”

“Why do you think I woke you up so early?” you asked, shoving your phone and wallet into your jacket pocket.

“I love you so much,” Jason whispered, pecking your cheek. “Oh, don’t let me forget to check the mail before we go.”

“Love you, too,” you said, opening the door. “What’s in the mail?”

“We haven’t checked it in a few days,” he responded, walking through the door. “I don’t want to piss off Debbie again, that old lady is scary when she wants to be.”

“Who knew Jason Todd would be scared of an elderly woman,” you laughed, locking the door and joining him in the elevator.

“She doesn’t scare you?” Jason asked, pressing the button for the ground floor.

“Okay, maybe when she strokes her cat like Doctor Evil, that’s when she scares me,” you shivered. “I swear she’s plotting her husband’s death or something.”

“Debbie is going to kill us all with all of the spite she has in her frail body,” he whispered into your ear, making you flinch away.

“I’m going to be the one who kills you if you do that again,” you grumbled, covering your ear. “Seriously, were you trying to shove your tongue into my ear?”

“Well, if you’re into that-”

“Don’t finish that sentence,” you punched his arm, walking out of the elevator when it reached the ground floor.

“You wound me,” Jason said, placing an arm over his heart.

You rolled your eyes, walking to the mail slot and unlocking it, “There’s a package in here, did you order something?”

“For once I didn’t,” he stated, taking the box out of the slot. “Do you want to open it?”

“Sure,”’ you said, cutting the tape with your keys.

You frowned when you saw a book in it and took it out, gasping when you saw the cover. The box was dropped onto the floor, making a quiet thump on the marble floor.

“What is it?” Jason asked worriedly.

“It’s my father’s story,” you replied quietly, your eyes already forming tears. “H-how did it get published?”

Jason took the book from your grasp, flipping through the pages until he found a folded envelope in the middle, “There’s a letter.”

“Let me see it,” you took the book back, grasping the envelope.

You handed the book back to Jason, tearing open the envelope and reading the letter:

My dearest (Y/N),

I don’t know when this will get to you, and I hope this hasn’t arrived too late. You always said you wanted to read my stories to your children and now you can. I know that I have told you that my story wasn’t ready for the world, but I was wrong and you were right. I sent it in and the publishing company loved it! I owe it to you, (Y/N), you made the dreams I gave up on come true and helped me make new ones. Now I can dream about your future, and know this: No matter what you do, I will always love and support you. Nothing can make me any less proud of you than I am now.

If you have found your one and only, tell that punk that I’ll be kicking some ass as a ghost. Whoever you choose better take care of you or they’ll have to deal with me. I know I’ll be long gone when you get this, but know that my death isn’t your fault. Yeah, I knew those assholes dressed in suits would do something to get what they want, but I’m at peace with that. To be honest, I wrote this because I have some hope that I’ll live to see you grow, but I couldn’t let myself sleep at night without writing this.

I gave you my world, (Y/N), and now you can create your own. You might not care about money, fame or any of that jazz, but I left you something that I thought would help you in life. I give you everything I have, my love and my possessions. It is and always will be yours.

Love,

Your amazing and awesome father

P.S. You better name a kid after me.

You let out a strange combination of a sob and a laugh, tears falling onto the paper as you finished reading it. Looking at the envelope, you smiled when you saw Bruce’s handwriting.

I thought it was time for you to have this- B.W.

“Dad says he’ll kick your ass,” you laughed, wiping your tears away.

“This is from him?” Jason asked, looking at the book. “I thought you said everything was destroyed in the fire.”

“I thought it was,” you said, hugging the letter, “but he published it without telling me, that secretive bastard.”

Jason picked up the box and looked inside, taking a piece of paper out of it, “This is from the publication company, apparently you’re rich.”

You folded the letter and placed it in the book, “We’ll talk to them later, let’s go get some breakfast.”

“What else did he say?” Jason asked, throwing the box in the trash.

“To name a kid after him,” you chuckled.

“What’s your dad’s name?” he asked, opening the door for you.

“(Y/D/N),” you answered, walking outside.

“Yeah, we’ll name our kid that. You want to make one when I get home tonight?”

“You’re such a romantic,” you snorted, smiling when he wrapped his arm around your waist.

Opening the book, you saw a photograph of you and your father. You remembered when he took this one, saying that he wanted a picture to frame. It was taken the night he read you the last chapter of his story, only a month before the fire. The last few pages were nothing but bullet points. Your eyes landed on one in the middle of the left page, making you finally understand the words you lived by for so many years.

Set your demons free, conquer them until you find peace. Peace can only be found when we deal with the monsters inside of us, not the ones who plague the world.

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