#she's my little cranky old lady
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Got the call about Grandmother being on her way to the hospital with what they assume is a stroke and now I have to go to sleep for early work day tomorrow.
Just gonna. Curl up now.
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𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧
you get upset when eddie's friends think you're clingy. he sets you straight with some unbridled affection. requested here. fem!reader, 2.6k
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The diner is bustling with life and smells alike, people in their summer jackets eager to sit down and dig into a plate of greasy, fatty meats. You're just as excited, your fingers curled into Eddie's sleeve and following his lead as he weaves through a gaggle of kids playing between the bar and the booths.
"Sorry, sir," a young girl says to him, springing out of his path.
"That's okay," he says, leaning back to squint at you curiously, "Do I look like a sir?" he asks you.
Pale faced, dark-haired, the remnants of last night's eyeliner clinging to his bottom lashes, you can't say you'd look at Eddie and think, Sir. Pretty boy extraordinaire with a rather inviting smile, absolutely.
"I think so, sir," you say.
Eddie laughs at you, pressing a hand behind your shoulders to move you along. His friend Gareth waves from a booth tucked in a corner under a white sconce. Jamison sits to his left, and Margaret to his right. You feel a little skip in your pulse at the sight —they intimidate you, and you want desperately for them to like you, only you never know what to say.
"Hey," Eddie says as you approach the booth. He pushes you gently to encourage you into the seat first. "How's it going? Did we order?"
"We were waiting for you. They said we have to go up to the bar when we're ready."
"We're late, I get it. Where's Jeff?"
"He went to the bathroom, like, ten minutes ago," Jamison says with a sigh, climbing to his feet. "I'll go see if he's alright."
"He's fine. Maggie, are you coming to order?" Gareth says, getting up with him.
"Yes, finally!" she says.
The relative chaos of your arrival has you hesitating in your seat. Margaret left her purse and her jacket on the table, and Jamison his keys.
"You okay to stay here while I order?" Eddie asks.
You'd much prefer Eddie order for you, but you don't want to be sitting here by yourself if Jamison and Jeff come back before him. You won't know what to say. It won't be their fault. You'll make things awkward for everyone.
You stand up again, shedding your jacket as you do. No one's gonna steal anyone's stuff, the bar is too close. "I'll come with you."
Eddie slots your fingers together easily, grinning, "Lucky me."
His friends order first and return to the booth soon after. You and Eddie get cut by a cranky looking old lady but neither of you say anything, nowhere to be and no reason to mind. He tells you about the guitar he's been repairing at work and you listen adoringly, in love with the shape of his lips and how he says every word. He's a great storyteller.
A new friend appears once you've ordered.
"Hey, Eddie!" one of the waiters says, appearing from the kitchen with a tray of drinks and fries in hand. "Man, I've been trying to get a hold of you all week. The string on my daughter's guitar flew off, nearly blinded her in the process, would you be able to fix that for me? I'll pay you for your time."
Eddie waves it off. "It'll only take five minutes, you can drop by whenever I'm home. Why do they keep splitting like that, is she messing with the pegs?"
"She definitely is. Can I get your number? Macey washed my pants without emptying the pockets."
There's a mad scramble for a pen. You have one in your jacket because Eddie's always looking for one, but your jacket is back in the booth. You promise to make a hasty return and set off for it, glad to see Jeff's alright, standing at the table likely waiting for you and Eddie to get back rather than move your things. You like Jeff most out of everyone. With the whole group collected you know he won't drag you into conversation.
"She's a bit… much," Gareth's saying.
"How can she be a bit much? She doesn't say a lot," Maggie says.
You frown. You're the only other she.
"Not like that, just– the touching and stuff. She's always grabbing onto him like a toddler. I don't think I could stand it."
"You don't have to stand it," Jeff says. "She's Eddie's girl."
"Clearly."
"Gareth, when was the last time you got laid?" Maggie asks, flicking a hair tie at him, to his annoyance. "You're being bitter. They fucking love each other, man, it's nice."
"It is a little tiny bit too much sometimes," Jamison says.
You wince. You know it's a matter of seconds before one of them turns to see you standing there. Is it worse to turn around or to approach?
You walk up to the table just as Gareth says, "Yes! Thank you man, she's too–"
He cuts off when he sees you with a cough.
"Who?" you ask, full well knowing it's you. Honestly, you're shy but you still get mad, you kind of want him to own up and say it while you're there, and at the same time you're hoping against hope they'll lie.
Thankfully, they pretend it was about someone else.
"Nobody," Maggie says.
"Some girl at the library," Jamison says.
You lean past Jeff with as sunny an apology as you can manage to grab the pen from your jacket. "Eddie," you say by way of explanation, holding the pen up with a shrug.
You walk away quicker than you should. It's obvious you've overheard. There's a thump and a, "Nice fucking job, loser."
Eddie's deep in conversation as you offer the pen. He takes it without stopping, but he makes sure he kisses your cheek.
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom, okay?" you say.
"I'll be right there, sweetheart."
To get to the bathroom you have to walk past the booth again. With the hurt feeling pounding between your ears and what you suspect might be all eyes on you, you make for one of the two doors. The summer sun and the dry Hawkins heat hits you immediately, a second layering of smothering to wrap around the first. You walk around a rainbow chalk hopscotch and into the shade of the smoking shelter, hands at your collar, breathing hard.
Don't cry, you think firmly. Don't cry. They'll know if you do and that's twice as embarrassing as walking out. Imagine how embarrassed Eddie will feel if you cause a scene.
You sit on the little perch in the shelter and stare at the floor. There's nowhere to look that isn't stingingly bright, the sun in the white-blue sky glaring down on you and the sidewalk bleached a blinding ivory. You close your eyes against it. Your shoulders hunch in protectively. Your hands find their way to your face.
Like a toddler, Gareth said. You press your fingertips into your eyes, fighting against the ache. Is that true? Are you childish in how much you rely on Eddie? You take his hand and his arm, you catch onto his clothes when you're worried, you step behind him when you're overwhelmed.
"Shit," you whisper.
The breeze washing over you does little to cool you down. You must sit there for a handful of minutes, worried and nauseous.
"Hey," Eddie says gently. You flinch despite his best efforts not to startle you.
He looks tall outlined by the sun.
"You okay?" he asks.
"I just wanted some fresh air," you say.
He raises his brows slightly. "That why Gareth just apologised to me?"
You wince as he sits down. All of you wants to sag into his side, but a small voice tells you not to. You stay ramrod straight, hands pressed flat and clammy to your knees.
Eddie gives your elbow a rub. His thumb digs into soft skin and the harder suggestion of cartilage and bone before sliding up. He uses touch often to convey silent reassurement. This seems to say, I don't know what happened, but I'm here.
"I'm fine. We can go back inside," you say, attempting to fool him.
"There's no rush." His voice tips to a low, rough register. He's keyed in to your upset, no doubt about it. "It's a nice day, babe."
He gives you a minute. The small feathering of clouds skirts one edge of the horizon to the other, the shadow of the diner stretching tall as the sun lazes down. You push the worst of your feelings from your mind. It's easy to do with such an unshakeable support at your side, his fingers curling down to your forearm, vying for a hand to hold.
"I heard your friends talking about me. It wasn't all nice," you confess.
"Assholes."
You glance at his face. He has a crease between his brows.
"Well, mostly Gareth. He said that I… act like a kid. A toddler, that I'm too much, at least for him to stand. And don't get me wrong, Eds, I'm not thrilled that they were talking about me, but I guess I…" You take a short breath and look away from him. "I hate that it's true."
"You can be mad when people talk shit. I'm mad," he says. "He said you're like a toddler?" He shuffles closer to you on the bench. "Babe, it's not true, okay? You're not too much. Fuck, we're here to hang out and they can't wait ten minutes to run their mouths–"
"It wasn't like that, it was just Gareth." Gareth's always been the selfish friend.
"He doesn't get a pass for saying something shitty 'cos he's always shitty. I brought you here," —you peek at him, recognising upset in his tone even when it's the barest inkling— "knowing you didn't really want to come because you get so nervous," —he sounds pained for you— "I fucking told him to leave you alone. I said we wouldn't come around if he didn't stop being a mood killer."
You worry at your bottom lip. "Maybe that's kind of his point, Eds. You have to look out for me. You had to ask someone to be nice to me 'cos I can't handle it–"
"You don't have to handle it. The people around you should be nice to you. This isn't high school, you don't have to put up with it, and I told him that." Eddie grabs your arm with the hand that isn't tangled in yours and turns you to face him. "I'm sorry," he says, almost a murmur, "I didn't invite you today to have you humiliated."
You're feeling a little mortified by the passion of his feelings. He's mad at the wrong person, isn't he? "Why are you sorry? I'm the one who clings to you."
"I want you to." Eddie holds your eyes, brown and big and imploring you to listen, the starts of his brows sewing together. "I'm sorry because it's not fair. And because Gareth was a dick to you. And for getting mad." He smiles at you ruefully. "I'm being a dick, too."
"In what world?"
Eddie leans in slowly, giving you enough time to close your eyes as his nose bumps into yours, encouraging your head up to allow for a kiss. He kisses twice, a third time, pulling away to rub your bottom lip.
"Are you really upset?" he asks softly.
You know whatever answer you give him is one he's okay with.
"I feel so embarrassed," you say. "They knew that I overheard them. Now I feel like I'll be constantly worried about how much I'm touching you."
"Well, that's their problem. That doesn't say shit about you," Eddie says, wrinkling his nose.
"I'm really not too much?" you ask. He can likely hear how desperate you are for a kind answer, your throat burning with the effort it takes to stave off tears.
"You've never been too much. I'm the too-much one. You wouldn't even hold my hand when we first started dating, you remember that? We'd go to the movies and you'd get so flustered when I bought your ticket." Eddie's arms wrap around your waist, the breeze ruffling his sweet curls and sending gusts of his smell your way. You're a goner, dropping your face into his shoulder. "Do you remember that?" he asks again, his face slipping down to yours as he hugs you close. "The first time we went to the Hawk together, I went first, and I don't know why you thought you'd have to buy your own ticket but you got all quiet when I got yours, too. I loved that. You know what I loved even more than that?"
You smile, knowing he's going to say something lovely. "What?" you ask.
"I loved how proud you were to sit down with me. You wouldn't hold my hand but you'd put your cheek on my shoulder just like this."
Eddie rubs the tip of his nose against your temple. "I love how much you want to be near me," he says. "It's not childish, is it? If being closer to me makes you feel better, there's nothing wrong with that. Gareth's just jealous 'cos he isn't getting laid."
"That's what Maggie said." You laugh.
"Maggie's a good one. She makes Gareth bearable, kind of."
You feel the stretch of his back under your hands. Your head is pounding from the sudden rush of big emotions, your tongue dry and throat aching, but you don't have a lick of urgency to get up and go back in.
"He's such a dick," you whisper.
Eddie laughs, patting your back. "Such a fucking dick."
"I can't help being a loser and wanting to hug you so much," you say. You're joking now, but it's true all the same.
"I tempt the untemptable," he says agreeably.
You laugh and lift up a bit to hug him harder, your face pressing into his neck.
"You're not a loser," he says more seriously. "You know that, right? What Gareth said, it's not okay, but there's no accounting for idiocy." Eddie sits back on the bench, taking your forearms into his hands for some more soft massaging. "He can think whatever he likes, I'm not the government, but he was wrong, and also it's rude and, again, super shitty of him to do that here. So with your blessing I'm gonna punch him in the face."
"Nooooo," you murmur.
"Very soft no. Taking it for a yes."
"Eddie, you can't hit Gareth."
"He should watch his mouth, then."
You reach up for a second hug. You love that he prioritised how you felt, as well as how eager he is to stick up for you —how mad he is on your behalf.
"He's trying to take this away from me," Eddie says, leaning back under your weight, arms crossing behind your spine. He looks up at you like you've stolen his breath, lips parted and teeth peeking out with his smile.
"Do you really want to punch him?" you ask. You sound very fond.
"I hate that he made you feel bad about yourself. And he irritates me."
"But…"
Eddie hums like he's thinking for a moment. "No, I definitely still want to hit him."
You tuck a curl away from his cheek tenderly. "Thanks for wanting to defend my honour, Eds," you say.
"I'm on your side through everything." He looks ridiculously pretty saying such a ridiculously lovely thing. "That's how we work, right? You're on my side too?"
Your face flushes with heat. "Of course I am, baby."
"Good. Unrelated to our previous conversation, how much money do you have, roughly? In case I need financial aid in the coming days." He drops his voice to a whisper, "How much even is bail lately?"
You cup his cheek. "We can't afford it," you whisper back.
"Typical."
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Nyx Headcanons
Headcanons for my favorite little bean, because we don't talk about him enough.
He 100% inherits Rhys's "earth-shattering" power. That extra chapter where Feyre and Rhys were deciding on a name and basically felt powers shifting in the Force when Nyx came up makes me firmly believe that.
He's a good, sweet kid but also goes through a few phases where he's an absolute nightmare to raise through no fault of his own. Nyx is a happy baby, but has zero concept of his power when it starts to show, leaving one very tired High Lord and High Lady when he shatters a window in his nursery when wiggling his arms excitedly.
He's an intuitive little guy though and very quickly figures out he needs to be careful when Feyre and Rhys try to teach him to get a handle on that power. He learns this the hard way after accidentally nightmisting one of his toys.
Nobody for the life of them can figure out why he adores cranky Auntie Amren so much. Though he's not old enough to explain it, he thinks she's another child to play with. Cassian suggests this and Amren nearly rips his head off.
Nyx is a full-fledged mama's boy. He adores Feyre and is a complete snugglebug with her. He's also very protective of his mama.
That said, he idolizes his dad too and copies everything he does. He follows Rhys around and mimics everything, right down to trying to copy the High Lord's graceful swagger. Feyre, naturally, absolutely melts at the sight of him waddling after his dad with one hand in his pocket looking too cool for school on his tiny little legs.
Nyx is obsessed with Starfall, and his first-ever painting is a finger painting of him with his parents under those stars. Rhys gets misty-eyed when he sees it.
He's besties with Kallias and Viviane's little snow angel. The fact they're the same age is perfect--when the grown-ups are too boring tending to one courtly matter or the other, Nyx and his friend can easily pass the time playing in the snow. Nyx already has met his match in the realm of snowball fighting, and takes a new tactic or two back to absolutely wallop his uncles. Rhys could not be more proud of this fact.
Nyx takes his role as Eldest Cousin very seriously, but there's one cousin in particular who absolutely does not and will not listen to a word he says. Guess whose kid that cousin is.
Nyx takes a little too much after his mother sometimes in that he befriends every semi-civil demon-thing or dark spirit that walks the face of the earth. To Uncle Cassian's absolute horror, Nyx is apparently friends with Bryaxis...and Bryaxis loves this kid.
#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#nyx#feyre archeron#rhysand#cassian#nesta archeron#kallias x viviane#feysand#acotar headcanons#amren#azriel
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hi! laura freigang, 'can i use a picture of you as my phone's background?', locker room please?
lockscreen II l.freigang
you woke up to a flash in your face, ducking your head beneath the covers with a groan. "go away lau!" you moaned kicking out at your best friend who only grinned, tugging the covers away from you.
"it was for the collection!" laura explained as if that was completely normal as you tiredly glared up at her. "get out of my room, its not even eight yet!" you realised with a groan, shoving her a little harder than intended as she went rolling backwards off the bed.
you sat up with a start, covering your grin with your hand as the blonde moaned clutching her head which had collided with the carpet.
"sorry?" you tried with an innocent smile as she sat up and fixed you with a venomous glare. "idiot!" she huffed unappreciative of your efforts. "in my defense i have warned you before about not waking me before nine unless its an emergency." you reminded with a shrug.
"i was waking you because i made breakfast but now i think i will go give it to that cranky lady next door, she would be more appreciative!" the blonde grumbled standing to her feet with a shake of her head, stretching out her back.
"no no, no need! thank you." you shot up from bed, kissing her cheek in thanks before racing off toward the kitchen too fast to see the way the girls face burned beetroot red at the tiny gesture of affection.
laura had been pining over you for months now, and it was painful that it was obvious to absolutely everyone but you, even her teammates teasings only causing you to roll your eyes and dismiss them with a wave when they joked you were secretly dating.
laura could only wish to be so lucky, and only wish you'd finally see that all the little things she did for you was because she was crushing on you hard.
ever since you'd moved to the club the girl felt her knees wobble a little when you were introduced to the team, the first to put her hand up to show you around and within a couple of weeks the two of you were thick as thieves and laura had offered you her spare room while you hunted for a place of your own.
it was an offer which beat the pull out sofa you were currently sleeping on in an old school friends one bedroom loft who'd moved to germany for university and just never come back.
you'd be lying if you said without laura you'd have lost your mind and probably quit to move back home. she helped you set up everything, get better at the language, offered friendship and a comfortable bed beneath your back, cooked everyday for you and showed you around new places each weekend between matches.
you hadn't realized it just yet but you were also crushing hard on the blonde, only you'd grown up with four older brothers and attributed nearly every strong feeling you had toward a woman as just a longing for friendship.
it was idiotic how blind you were really.
"so." you looked up from your spot at your cubby, training finished for the day as you were icing your ankle you'd rolled, most of the team having already left for the day laura was kindly waiting around until the physio came back to check you over, currently in a meeting.
"as you know i've been making my phone look nicer." laura started as you chuckled, amused by her sudden interest in aesthetics which was spurred on by a late night tiktok doom scroll as you lay together 'hanging out' in complete silence in her room the other night.
"i found a lockscreen-" she turned to show you a photo she'd taken at the markets on one of her film cameras, smiling at the familiar setting. "-but, can i use a photo of you as my phone background?" she asked hopefully as you groaned.
"what!" she huffed, a little offended by your reaction. "not if its one of those awful pictures you always take of me sleeping, or eating, or at that gross zoomed out angle but super close and-" you started to protest making her frown switch to a grin.
"no schatz, not a bad photo." she patted your knee reassuringly, sliding closer to you as your head fell to her shoulder, missing the way she tensed up a little, clearing her throat.
"i have nice ones. i will even let you choose!" laura promised as you hummed and she clicked into her camera roll, selecting an album with a little sun emoji.
"see? look these are all candid ones of you. at the farmers market, out at dinner, cooking at home, when we went to ikea, when we went to the night festival, getting coffee-" as she scrolled slowly through, something suddenly clicked in your mind.
in nearly all of these you and laura had been hanging out, but always just the two of you. you took turns paying for things, you were always laughing, she was always surprising you with little adventures or taking you to new places and forcing you out of your comfort zone.
but it was always just with laura, and then it clicked for you, it was laura, you loved laura.
the girl was too busy recounting the story behind one of the hundreds of photos in the album with a soft smile on her face to notice you pull your head away to look at her, finally seeing the slight blush on her cheeks and not missing the twinkle in her eye.
so maybe, just maybe, laura loved you too.
"lau." you interrupted, cutting her off mid sentence as she looked up and caught your eye, blush intensifying as she did. "was i rambling? oh god i was rambling wasn't i? i told you when that happens to snap me out of it or tell me to shut up or-" she started again making you smile.
"lau?"
"yeah?"
"shut up." you grinned as she did too, tips of her ears flushed pink which you found quite cute, suddenly now noticing a lot of little features you'd taken for granted.
"do you trust me?" you asked softly and the blonde nodded without a moments hesitation, but in her most wild of dreams she'd never expected what came next as your hand moved to settle on the back of her neck and you leaned in until you were barely a hairsbreadth away.
"is this okay?" you whispered, checking one last time as all the german could do was nod, dumbfounded and unsure if this was actually happening until you leaned in just that tiny bit further and pressed your lips to hers.
this was really happening, and as laura dropped her phone into her lap, tugging you even closer and kissing you back like you were her last breath of air, you realised that yeah, your laura did love you back, and this was the start of a brand new adventure together.
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Garlic Toast and Bloody Noses
Pairing: Sirius Black x SAHM! Reader (stay at home mom)
Summary: Your eldest daughter got in trouble at school and Sirius is livid.
Word count: 3.1K
Warning: None (if you think it needs one lmk)
Emmerson is cranky, per usual. You weren’t sure how long a two-year-old could cry before tiring themselves out, but he was surely going for the record.
Nothing you did soothed him. Rocking, singing, a stroll around the block. He didn’t want to eat. He didn’t want to play. He didn’t want to sleep. The reasoning for his upset was simple enough. One you’d figured out shortly after he was born.
He hated you. Detested. Loathed. Abhorred. As much as the very idea broke your heart.
From the moment he took his first breathe he despised your very presence. Would absolutely scream his little head off until Sirius, or anyone really, rescued him from your grasp. Only then from the comfort of his fathers’ arms would he calm, then turn back to stare at you accusingly with watery eyes.
Well, his father wasn’t home at the moment, and you stare at the clock praying for the minutes to go by quicker. School and extracurricular activities having ended, Sirius and your other two children should be walking through the front door any second.
Your husband would enter your home silently, tuckered out from a long day. He’d take off his shoes and hang up his coat. Round the couch and lean down to peck you gently at the corner of your lips before prying your son from your arms. Wrestling his fat hands loose of your hair which he never failed to get an ironclad grip on. Then you’d stow away in the bathroom for a few quiet minutes after saying hello to your girls. Just to give yourself a little pep talk and allow the headache pulsing behind your eyes to recede. Give yourself some much-needed reassurance that this behaviour couldn’t last forever. At some point he’d warm up to you.
He had to, right?
You’re wretched from your thoughts at the slam of the front door. Followed by a gust of air whisking by you where you were slumped in the living room, thunderous footsteps banging up the stairs. Another door slams in the distance.
From the brief glimpse at the back of a muddy soccer uniform you know it must be Amelia, and that fact has you up on your feet in a panic. Because just as your youngest scorned your existence your eldest adored you. If she wasn’t at school she was virtually glued to your hip. She would never come home without stopping to throw herself at you like you’d been apart for an eternity.
Something was wrong.
You’ve barely placed Emmy into his playpen, a rigorous tussle, and taken a step into the hall when a small body crashes into your middle. Your kindergartner. Backpack, coat and shoes still on.
“Mom!”
“Claire!” you try to match her enthusiasm.
“I’m hungry” she mumbles against your stomach, arms squeezing you tight.
“I made your favourite snack. It’s on the counter for you.”
Sirius appears in the archway just as Claire scurries away. He’s in a flurry, making long strides in the direction of the stairs without so much as acknowledging you. “You get back down here right now young lady!” His voice all but shakes the house, sending your heart scuttling into your throat. Sirius never raises his voice, especially not when angry. Sirius was hardly ever angry to begin with.
Your hand shoots out to grab at him before he can get too far, pulling him to a harsh stop. “Whoa, whoa whoa! What’s going on?”
“Lia got in a fight at school!” Claire calls from the kitchen.
And he’s teetering on you, trying to get you to let him go.
“What? Why didn’t you call me? What’s happened, is she alright?”
“I’d say she’s doing better than Isaac!” Now he’s moving, circling to the other end of the room, dragging you along with him. “I mean parents trust me to look after and teach their children! How does it seem when I can’t even discipline my own? She’s old enough to know not to hit others!”
Sirius was the music teacher at the local elementary school. The one both of your daughters attended. That being the case he usually handled anything pertaining to the girls while on the premises. Didn’t mean you were out of the loop however. If one got so much as a scratch on the playground you were sent a text about it. For the entire day to have elapsed without him informing you on what had happened was odd.
“Sirius” you release his arm in favour of his face, rubbing at the space between his nape and ear in a manner you knew he found soothing “Honey, I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation.”
But your attempts to pacify him prove worthless when his roaming eyes finally snap to yours with a steely coldness that has a chill running up your spine. You see none of the sticky affection you’re accustomed to within them. Nothing but distaste. There was no questioning Emmy’ parentage with that gaze.
“I told you the haircut wasn’t a good idea.”
Haircut? Was he still upset about that all these weeks later?
“What’s her hair have to do with anything?”
His eyes roll so hard you fear they’ll be lost in the back of his head. He shakes out of your hold. “Because you undermine me with every little thing when it comes to her! I try to put my foot down and you immediately slag it off!”
“It’s her hair Sirius. She wanted it short and you couldn’t give a good enough reason why she shouldn’t be allowed to have it that way.”
Emmy has finally gone quiet in his play pen. Standing and peeking over the edges at the two of you, gaze flitting back and forth like a ping pong ball whenever someone speaks. Probably wondering why his beloved father hasn’t come to pick him up yet.
“Because she looks like a boy!” Sirius throws his hands up, looking to the sky for some sort of backup he would not be receiving. “She already dresses like a boy, you’ve let her chop all her hair off and now she’s running around getting into trouble like some little delinquent!” With every word his face gets more and more red, voice trembling with raging effort.
You can’t seem to find anything to say for a long moment, just watching him breathe in and out in desperate rags. A minute passes, then two. When he manages to catch his breath and stumble over to the couch you follow closely behind. Leaning down near his ear so you won’t have to speak above a whisper.
“First of all Black, I don’t know who you’re speaking to in that tone but I suggest you check it, right now. Her hair and the way she dresses are nobody’s business but her own and they don’t make her a boy.” The fact those words could even leave his mouth after the childhood he had baffled you “And second I think you should stop and reevaluate the way you talk about your daughter, especially while she’s right upstairs to hear you.”
He turns his head. You’re so far into his space that your noses almost brush but you don’t back away. You would always stand firm when it came to your children. The one’s you two created and set out to raise together in the loving and supporting environment neither of you had gotten growing up.
“Are you guys arguing?”
You straighten up at the squeak of Claire’s question. She stands behind the couch with a slight frown on her round face. Her snack of garlic toast held between two hands.
“No darling of course not,” a smile splits your expression for good measure “why don’t you come with me to check on Lia while Daddy says hello to Emmy hm?”
Claire is not convinced “sounded like arguing.”
You’re at the base of the stairs, swatting the girl up them, when Sirius calls back in a very small manner “I’m sorry.”
He appears more like himself now, the love of your life. Thin, long limbed, warm eyes with a hint of melancholy. Deflated of his anger and replenished with his token skittish composure.
“When I come back there will be no more yelling.”
He nods, and you’re off to discover the root of this grand affair.
Claire stands outside of Lia’ closed door when you arrive. Shifting from foot to foot as if nervous to go in. You reach over her and rap on the sticker covered wood with a firm knuckle. There’s no answer but you turn the knob and enter anyway.
The room is dark, lights off and curtains drawn. The only illumination comes from the device set up on the bedside table that projects stars and planets onto the ceiling. A balled-up form rests in the very corner of the bed, back to you, arms slung over the head.
“Is she crying?” Claire whispers. Well, her version of whispering. Which was just her regular speaking volume but slower.
“No.” Lia grinds out. She twists herself around so you can see her face. She wasn’t crying but she surely had been if the red of her eyes were evidence enough.
You make your way over to the bed, posting yourself up against the headboard. Claire opts to sit at the bottom, gazing up at the light show.
“Want to tell me what happened at school today?”
“Can I sit in your lap?”
Despite the circumstances a warm fuzzy feeling seeps throughout your chest, always happy to indulge in some physical affection. Lia is still quite small for her age. She crawls over your legs and slots her body against yours, burrowing as close as she can manage, sticking her nose into the material of your shirt and inhaling deeply. Her dark hair tickles your face. Not long enough for a scrunchy and too short for much other styling. It sticks up in amusing ends from sweat.
Claire must feel left out because she wraps a crummy hand around your socked foot.
“Daddy’s disappointed in me,” her voice is hoarse and wobbly. She keeps her eyes shut tight while speaking, nose scrunched.
“He’s not, he’s just…unsettled, stressed maybe.”
“Is there a difference?”
To an eight-year-old there might not be.
“Daddy was yelling” comes a whisper snaking up from the end of the bed.
“Be quiet Claire!” Lia tries to shoo the younger girl out of her room but she refuses to go.
“Loudly.” She continues “His face was all red.”
You fight a giggle “Eat your bread Claire bear.”
“Furious” she finishes around the last mouthful of her treat. She’s always been your chatty baby, forever excited for new vocabulary words.
You return your full attention to Amelia “Tell mom what happened bug.”
She doesn’t start immediately, instead relishing in the feeling of your fingers combing through her damp hair for a while. When she does start speaking the story is much worse than you thought it would be.
The boys in class have been bothering her for the last few months.
One in particular who sits directly behind her by the name of Isaac. He is the reason, she confesses, for originally wanting to cut her hair short despite loving the lack of inches now. It was in hopes of deterring him from yanking it by handfuls.
They apparently dislike her always trying to hang around with them and not the girls. Girls belonged with girls and boys belonged with boys as it went. Not allowed to mix. Cooties too easily spread.
They took to stuffing things down the back of her shirt. Swiping her glasses off her face. Shoving her in the lunch line. Ripping the pages out of her notebooks. Pouring glue in her chair. Scratching mean names into her desk. Cornering her during recess while the teachers were distracted and pulling her pants down in front of everyone. Because if she wouldn’t play with the girls then she must be a boy but if she was a boy then they'd need proof.
She tried to tell her homeroom teacher when it first started but the woman didn’t believe her because Isaac is a top student and his family name stood proud on the sign outside of the new gym complex. She must have done something to him to earn such treatment.
“Did you go to your father?”
Lia shakes her head “I started to once but he just told me to try sticking with the girls more.”
“What about me? I thought we didn’t keep secrets between us.”
“You always tell me to be brave and stick up for myself if someone bothers me. I was trying to build up the courage but—” she dissolves into a low whine, struggling to finish around her tears. “I don’t think Daddy likes me.”
Claires eyebrows furrow. Up until then you didn’t think the girl had even been listening “Why would you say that!” she shouts, looking seconds away from bursting into tears herself.
You’re quick to intervene “She doesn’t mean it. Your big sister is just really sad right now.”
“No, I mean it!” Lia insists, sitting up to rub at her eyes “He doesn’t like me! He complains about everything I do!” her head bobbles from side to side as she lists “Sit more lady like. Why don’t you wear any of the dresses grandma bought you. Why don’t you do ballet instead of soccer. Why don’t you grow your hair out like the other girls. Why don’t you have any girl friends”
You take her hands into yours, they’re cold. You feel unprepared to deal with her emotions, she’s so young to even be ruminating over such things. All you want to do is ease her heartache, as her mother. An adult in her life who should have all the answers, but has no clue where to start. What would be saying too much and what would be too little. “Oh, my love, your father had a really hard time growing up with his own dad. He was really strict with him. That’s no excuse for him to take it out on you, but I know he loves you very much”
She deflates back onto your chest “Yeah, but he doesn’t like me.”
She finishes the story.
It was recess. She was climbing up onto the monkey bars and about to go across when Isaac caught her pant leg and tried to yank them down. On instinct she went to kick him off and accidentally struck him in the face.
“I didn’t mean to break his nose. Swear.”
Never in a million years would you think her capable of intentionally hurting some. You placate her with a kiss on the forehead anyway “how about you and mom go out for a treat? Huh? Just the two of us?”
She sniffles in contemplation “Ice cream?”
“Anything you want.”
“Can I come?” Claire crawls her way up to the headboard.
“I’ll bring you back some, but Lia’s had a very bad day and that means what?”
“She needs mommy time?”
“Exactly.”
You ease said girl out of your lap gently, laying her out on the pillows, and promising to be back in five minutes. Then you’d go for her treat.
On your way out of the room you notice Claire scooting closer. She sticks her pointer finger right in her sisters’ face. “Your eyes are puffy.”
The aggravated “Claire!” follows you down the stairs.
In the living room Sirius and Emmy sit in comfortable silence, your husband bouncing the now cheerful baby on his knee. His neck nearly snaps at your approach. Eyes already glassy with regret.
“Is she terribly upset?”
“Heartbroken more like” you say, not bothering to sugarcoat it for him “she thinks you don’t like her.”
He lowers his head in shameful anguish when you sit beside him. “I just, she’s so much like me when I was young.” No friends his own gender. Only interested in things typically deemed non-conforming “the things I went through in school, at home, it pains me to imagine that happening to her.”
How much had she told him of the bullying you wonder and why had he kept it from you. You'd been there for so much of his own struggle that it honestly hurts your feelings that he’d allowed himself to spiral so much without seeking you out. The number of times he showed up on your doorstep in the wee hours of the morning. The cuts and bruises you’d tended, caused over simplicities like nail polish, the length of his hair, the music he listened to. The way he dressed, acted, spoke.
“Ok, but you can’t just force her to change who she is in the name of protecting her. Just because she isn’t the girliest girl out there doesn’t give anyone the right to bully her, not even you. All you’re doing is teaching her that being herself is not ok. Then to go and blow up on her like that. It’s confusing Sirius. You know better.”
You don't say it, wouldn’t ever go that low, but you know he’s thinking it. He’s acting like his father.
Sirius sits with your words.
“Why did she hit him then?”
“She didn’t really. He tried to pull her pants down on the playset so she kicked out. It was an accident.”
“Pull her pants down?”
A fresh wave of anger rolls over his shoulders. You snatch Emmy from his grasp before planting a kiss onto his temple.
“No more of that. Go upstairs and talk to her before we leave.”
You’d get on him later for keeping secrets from you.
Sirius returns the kiss, lingering for a few seconds too long, pressing his nose into the fat of your cheek. He smells like peppermint.
“I love you.” Her murmurs. And you’re suddenly transported back to your childhood bedroom. The sun just creeping over the horizon and spilling through your window right onto his sleeping face. The lips so like Claires’, ears and brows so like Emersons’, freckles like Amelias’. Hovering your finger over the bridge of his nose, skimming along his throat. Blowing gently at his thick lashes. Poking at the sliver of skin peeking out at his tummy where his shirt had risen up. When you’d fall asleep with him on the floor and always wake up to his breath on the back of your neck, legs tangled in bed with you. The fit of giggles sneaking him out the house before your parents woke up.
“Love you too. Now go!”
You’re once again left with Emmy in the exact same place you’d started. He watches Sirius take the stairs two at a time before turning back to you, frown already forming.
“And you my little man, i love you so much.”
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Strange Christmas Family Swap
Christmas is supposed to be the time of year where you celebrate joy with your family and loved ones. But everyone has that one family member no one looks forward to seeing, and I’m no different. For me that person would be my grandpa. He'd always been a really cranky guy who, I swear, could find something to complain about on literally any topic. I don't know why he even comes over for the holidays in the first place. Maybe he's just lonely? At least my siblings are coming home. They're all older than me and left for college years ago. Sometimes I felt like I was behind everyone just because I was the youngest, but they always tell me to enjoy being young while it lasted. At least I still had my dog, Lucy, to keep me company.
“Shoot. Ferris, we forgot to buy your grandpa a present,” my mom mentioned while preparing dinner for Christmas Eve.
“Does it matter? He's not gonna like anything anyway.”
“Yes I know. But it's Christmas. The time of year where you need to treat even those you dislike well. Could you quickly go to that gift shop and buy some cheap ornament?”
“Mom, it's Christmas Eve! Half these places are closed or closing soon.” She looked up a store on her phone and showed me that it closed at 5. It was 4:38.
“There's that one hallmark store within walking distance still open. You can make it in time! I just don't want to cause a scene.” I wanted to take the car, but it would take too long to shovel all the snow, so I walked. The store wasn't that far by foot, but it was still an awful time in the freezing cold. When I arrived, there was a single employee at the counter - an old lady with a messy bun. She greeted me and asked what I needed.
“I have just the thing.” She walked over to the shelf and showed me a little Santa ornament that was wearing a galaxy pattern suit instead of the regular red. It was actually a pretty good gift because my grandpa loved outer space, not to mention he kinda looked like Santa anyway, just without the beard.
“This is perfect.”
“Then why do you look sad?” Her response caught me by surprise. “What do you mean?”
“I can tell something’s wrong. It's Christmas Eve. You should be happy!”
“That's probably easy for others. But for me, Christmas means family time and I don't exactly like someone in my family.
“That's a shame. You're lucky to have a family at least.” She looked down at the floor sadly. It was clear what she meant by that.
“But since you still have people in your life I'd like to help you with your problem. Could I have that ornament back please?” I assumed she was about to check me out so I started reaching for my wallet, when she walked into the backroom with the present instead. As soon as the door closed, the power suddenly went out and I was in pure darkness until there was a weird purple glow coming from the door. All of this only lasted about 10 seconds and the power came back on as if nothing happened. Did I just imagine that whole thing? It was weird. The woman walked back out with a big smile on her face.
“Did the power go out or something? And what happened in there?”
“Oh nothing,” she said with a grin. “Merry Christmas!”
“Yeah, Merry Christmas. I guess.” She checked me out and I was on my way back home.
When I arrived, my siblings were already there, as well as my grandpa.
“Hey! It's Ferris!” said my oldest brother Calvin. He had definitely gained a lot of weight since I last saw him, even though he was an athlete in college. Looks like he still refused to shave the messy beard he started last year. My older sibling Sam grinned at me. They looked exactly as they always did - expressing their love of anime with a nerdy t-shirt and wearing ear gauges that have gotten bigger since the last time I saw them. My sister Em walked up to hug me. She was always the one I was closest with, since she was only 2 years older than me.
“I got a present for Grandpa.” He suddenly looked at me, and then to the bag I was holding.
“It's about time you buy me something! Lemme see.”
“Well not until Christmas.” Despite living to see many Christmases, Grandpa was still an extremely impatient person. He'd actually opened up his Christmas presents early before because he just couldn't stand the wait. This was my first time buying one myself for him (even though it was really just my mom sending me) so I guess he was beyond curious.
“Come on. It's basically Christmas anyway.” He got his large ass out of the seat and approached me. He was wearing a tucked in blue plaid shirt that covered the gut hanging over his pants. He stumbled over to me until we were face to face. I could smell the cigarette smoke on his breath, almost making my eyes water.
“Boy, give me the gift.”
“Dad, just wait until Christmas. You're gonna spoil the surprise.” My mom thankfully defended me and started walking over.
“Fine, but I-” He faked content and snatched the bag from me.
“Dad! Enough!” My mom shouted but it was too late. He had taken the ornament out of the bag, but clumsily dropped it. It shattered all over the floor before he even had a chance to react.
“Oh man.” Sam gulped.
“Now look at what you've done! You ruined my present!” Grandpa yelled in my face.
“Dad! Dad! Calm down. I think you need to go to bed now.”
“Fine! But only because your idiot son ruined my Christmas!” My mom escorted him to the guest room and Em picked up a broom. We both swept together as my mom walked back into the kitchen.
“Could he possibly be more…you know…” I started.
“Horrible? Pathetic?” Calvin added.
“Gross? Nasty?” Sam added.
“Your grandfather is just lonely really. His parents - my grandparents - let him do whatever he wanted. He's a real spoiled man. But I don't think there's any changing him now so let's just endure the day tomorrow and you won't have to see him for a while. Got it?”
“Fine.” The rest of the night was much better and I had a great time with my family. Calvin scarfed down the food so fast he almost choked, Em told me all about what college was like, Sam bragged about his new gauges, and Lucy practically flew under the table as soon as my mom dropped a piece of ham.
When it was time for bed, my siblings got settled into their rooms - Calvin and Sam sharing the same bedroom they did growing up, and Em sleeping in the basement because her old room was turned into an office. I looked at the Christmas tree glimmering with lights and decorations, excited to see what the presents underneath it would look like in the morning. It's a shame that Grandpa's present broke and we had to throw it away, but I guess he got what he deserved for being such a dick. I headed into my bed, where Lucy was already snuggled up in, and nestled up under the covers.
The next morning I woke up to the sounds of shouting, which was unfitting for what was supposed to be a peaceful Christmas morning. It was coming from the room next to me and sounded like my brothers, which was weird because my room was across the hall from them. But it sounded so close. I started getting up, to see what was going on, but when I looked around, I realized I actually was in the guest room
How did I get in here? I gazed down to find my stomach seemed swollen in my white tank top. I lifted it up and to my horror, I realized my slim chest was replaced with a flabby belly! How did I get so fat? I know I ate alot last night but this was ridiculous! The gut flopped out, to a bit over my waist. It felt weird knowing a part of my body was just hanging there. I noticed a bit of chest hair, which was foreign to me, but when I noticed they were gray hairs, it finally hit me. I was a fat old guy in the guest room. I somehow switched bodies with my grandpa!
I heard the voices leave the room so I stumbled over to the door, not quite used to the shift in weight compared to my old twink body, and was about to put my hand on the doorknob when I saw someone looking at me in the mirror. I turned my head to find that it was my grandpa…I mean me…staring back.
I really did look disgusting, not just because of my looks, but because I now had the face of an impatient jerk. I tried doing different facial expressions; it looked weird because I rarely had ever seen my grandpa smile at all. I noticed that I couldn't see my own dick past the belly, not that I would want to. It was probably all wrinkly and gross! What was I going to do? I opened the door to find Calvin walking to the living room. He looked pretty concerned, which was unusual for the carefree personality he usually had.
“Hey uh..Grandpa?” Fuck. Looks like I'm not imagining it after all. I hated this. “Sorry for the noise, it's just that…”
“I'm not even gonna try to pretend.” I spoke, but my voice came out gravelly and deep. It scared me a little bit. “I'm Ferris, not Grandpa. I don't know how it happened! I just-”
“Shit! That's great! I mean not because you're Grandpa now. But because I'm not alone! I'm actually Sam.”
“Sam?” It was actually kinda funny, Sam and Calvin switching bodies. They were close but still completely different people. I couldn't contain my laughter and started giggling, even though it came out as my Grandpa's gruff wheezes.
“Oh sure. I'M the funny one when Mister-wheeze-a-lot can't laugh without sounding like he's dying.”
“Hey! Well Mister-” I stopped myself trying to continue the joke. “Wait, how does that work?”
“The gender is all up to the person. Sure the…” they stared down at the new extra pounds they now carried and shook their belly. “...expression might be different, at least at the moment, but I'm still me. BUT the idiot who looks like me doesn't seem to understand.” As if on cue, Calvin in Sam's body appeared, walking in a macho way, something that Sam would never do.
“Check it out Grandpa! I'm an enby!” Sam gave a huge facepalm.
“Calvin my sweet brother, We. Have. Been. Over. This.”
“Hey whatever. I think it's cool. My face feels so empty though. Maybe I'll start growing a bea-” Sam cut him off right there.
“If you go out there without a clean shaven face, I'm shaving YOUR beard.”
“God no please. It took me like a year to grow that!” Calvin pleaded.
“Hey hey, what about me?!” I interrupted their arguing.
“Oh yeah,” Sam started. “That's not Grandpa. It's Ferris.”
“Oh man Ferris. You're a fucking old dude now!” exclaimed Calvin. He then poked my new belly. “Welcome to the chub club! Well…” He glaced down at Sam's slim figure. “My membership is on hold for now.”
Just then we heard a scream coming from my mom's room. We quickly opened the door, already knowing what happened. We found my mom staring at the mirror with a look of pure horror on her face.
“It's ok Em, we're all body swapped too.” She seemed to calm down when she realized that she wasn't alone in all this.
“Weird case of Freaky Friday here. Especially with Em….and Mom,” added Calvin. Just then my mom, in Em's body, walked in to join in the confusion.
“Well this is awkward. Two of my kids in each other's bodies, my own son in my dad's and I'm in my own daughter's body. Could this Christmas get any crazier?”
“Where's Grandpa?”
“Probably still sleeping.”
We headed over to my room, expecting him to still be asleep, only to find him flexing in the mirror - in my body. I didn't actually have any real muscles, being a skinny twink, so he didn't really have anything to flex. That didn't stop him from admiring himself. When he noticed us, he walked over smiling. It was a creepy sight, not only to see my body move on its own, but also knowing it's my grandpa inside there smiling.
“Hello everyone. It's good to be young again!”
“Uh hey Grandpa.” He looked right at me. “No, no! Call me Boris! YOU'RE the grandpa now!”
I felt so humiliated. He was actually…cool…in my body! And I was just the fat old guy that nobody liked!
“Dad, we need to figure out what happened so you can become your old self again. Ok?”
“Hell no! I'm young again for the first time in years. No way I'm giving away this opportunity!”
“I got it!” Em suddenly exclaimed. We all turned around wondering what she meant. She showed us her phone - or rather my mom's phone.
“What?”
“How we all swapped bodies! That ornament that Ferris got! There's an ancient artifact that can take on different appearances. It says it's been known to cause mischief when broken.”
“What kind of ancient thing is meant to be broken? How has it lasted this long then?”
“That's the thing. Everytime it breaks, it finds a new place and takes on a new appearance. But it always takes on the appearance of an object that its next victim will need.”
“Shit. And that's why the present seemed perfect for Grandpa.”
“Hey! I got a much better gift than any of you!” cheered my grandpa as he flexed his arms once agaih.
“But…how do we find it again?”
“Y-you don't. Unless you want to search the whole world for something you don't even know what it looks like.”
There was a deafening silence after she spoke those words. We all realized the truth was that we would never return to our old bodies. I was stuck as an old man forever!
“Hey, it's not so bad,” my grandpa started, seemingly reading my mind. He leaned over and lifted up my shirt, exposing my gut, and slapped it. “The belly is pretty comfy after all. You'll love it.” Maybe he was right. I'm sure I could make the silver bear look work. As I thought about that, I noticed a bulge starting to form. Grandpa turned to look at everyone with a huge smile on his face.
“Merry Christmas everyone!”
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"Strength (Bell Donner Gives Her Word)"
I posted this short story on LJ back in 2007, and I said I'd repost it here for Halloween. I did an audio reading 15 (!) years ago that I'd like to redo in better quality in the near future; I'm also curious to see what it would sound like now that I'm the age I imagined the main character to be. This version is lightly revised, but the story is mostly the same.
That fall a number of people in Chesterville were mauled to death by some kind of wild dog or coyote—the kind that apparently wasn’t too afraid to go right up to people as they took out their trash at night, or let their own tame, domestic dog out not too long after dawn. But it was a small town out in the sticks, verging on farm territory: quiet. Not like a wild animal was marauding up and down Times Square or anything. Not like it was in plain view. So people just started being more careful—not venturing out alone until midday, or not venturing out at all without a loaded shotgun—and things were all right for a while. Then, in late October, the animal came back, and this time, someone survived.
An old lady by the name of Edna Mayhew—well, yes, she lost her arm from the elbow down, but she came out of it a damn sight better than any of those who’d come before her. And she said that it was a wolf, definitely a wolf, but it had come at her on two legs, and when she had smacked it in the face with a veiny little fist, it had held her down with two arms and bitten her forearm clean off. The only thing that saved her, she declared, was her neighbor Bill “Thursday” Thurston, who had heard her screaming and come out with both barrels blazing. He claimed that the thing he saw ran away on four legs, but that it was, in fact, Goddamn Huge. This was about the time that that new photo of Bigfoot lumbering around on all fours came out, which several professors and scientists swore up and down was just a bear with mange. Eddie at the Red Brick printed out the picture and taped it up by the bar, and the next time Thursday came in for a beer, he said, yeah, the thing he chased off Miz Mayhew kinda looked like that. Maybe it was a wolf with mange. Mange was a terrible thing, after all. He’d managed to hit it with at least one shot, though, so he didn’t think it’d trouble people too much after that.
So, going into November, that was where things stood. Whatever it was, it had mange, and it had probably gone off and died quiet somewhere. Bell Donner wasn’t terribly worried about it when she went outside one morning to get more wood for her kiln. She threw artisan pottery out on a little farm a few miles to the west of Chesterville anyway; every week or so, she’d go into town for groceries, mail out her online orders, maybe stop at the Brick for a burger and a drink, and hear what was to be heard. She had little to tell about herself, but folks like to tell their stories, and she knew Miz Mayhew from the post office. She learned that people were keeping their guns out, their doors locked, and their pets inside; she heard the recitation of tales. But whatever the thing that Bill Thurston shot had been, it and its mange were not likely to bother Bell. Or so she thought, until that morning when she was piling kindling into the crook of her arm, looked up, and saw it standing at the edge of the yard.
It didn’t have a human face, but it was standing—on two long, lanky legs that curved back into hocks like a dog’s. One—arm?—was held close to its belly. Probably protecting wherever Thursday shot it, thought Bell, her brains feeling thick and logy. That was the best reaction she could dredge up: Yeah, six-foot man-shaped wolf thing hunched over in my yard, probably not feeling too good right now. It didn’t have a human face, but it did have a very human expression—desperate, she thought, and cranky. Maybe resentful, even. And hungry.
Bell put down her armful of kindling and picked the axe back up.
The thing staggered forward a step or two. It was still a good twenty feet away.
“Go on, now,” she said. “Get. Ain’t nothin’ here you want.”
The thing gazed at her, its eyes watching the axe; it almost seemed to—calculate? She’d seen it, after all, and it was hungry. A human murderer wouldn’t have let her live, and this wasn’t even human.
Bell hardened her voice and rode over a quaver like it was a speedbump: “Go on now. I won’t tell nobody if you just go.” It was on the tip of her tongue to offer it some food—she had a pot roast from the other night, and she was still knee-deep in leftovers—and then she thought, You dumbass, you feed it once and you’ll never get rid of it. “G’on now,” she said, her hands tight on the axe handle. “Just get. You got my word. I won’t tell nobody.”
It was still standing there, reckoning. And then it stepped back, making a tactical withdrawal into the brush at the back of the yard. She saw it drop back down on four legs and lope away awkwardly towards the thicket out behind the farm, a scrubby bit of forest that led into some of the foothills. Probably some good caves in there, she thought. The wolf-thing wasn’t the only one out there who could calculate. And when the attacks started in Chesterville again, and then moved a bit north—northeast of Bell’s farm, and then back down to Chesterville, and then southeast of her farm, and then back to town again—she knew it was being careful. It knows better than to shit where it eats, she thought to herself. Or eat where it slept, more precisely, but the saying held the same. There were some people at the sheriff’s office who probably would have given a lot to know about a thicket in the foothills west of Chesterville, particularly since Edna Mayhew was still the only survivor. But Bell Donner had given her word; she valued her word almost as much as she valued her life, and they were pretty much the same thing in this case, she decided. After all, it’s one thing to know where something lives. It’s another when something knows where you live, and a deal was a deal where Bell Donner came from.
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Surprise | B.R.B
Summary: You bring your son to the naval base to visit Bradley and everyone finds out that the two of you got married and had a kid.
Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x fem!reader (the reader is a civilian)
Content warnings: Fluff :)
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"He hasn't seen you in almost a month, Brad. I know you've been busy with missions and all, but it worries me. I don't know, maybe I'm worried that he'll start acting up," you said into the phone. You had the day off of work because you had to take your three-year-old son to the doctor. You let it slip that Bradley wasn't really around because of work, and the doctor didn't take it well.
"How was his doctor's appointment?"
"He's fine, but the doctor wasn't happy when I told her that you've been busy working. I'm not mad at you, but we've got to get this figured out."
"Okay, let me talk to Mav and I'll call you back."
"Okay. I love you."
"Love you, too."
You hung up and went back inside of the house. Your mom was helping out, because doctor's appointments always made your son cranky. As you started to make a snack for the three of you, your phone rang. Bradley called and told you that you could come to the base with your son and let him "look at daddy's planes". You told your mom what was going on, and ran to get him into a change of clothes.
The base was a fifteen minute drive, so you texted Bradley that you were on your way as soon as you started the car. You had the biggest smile on your face the whole time as your son raved about the idea of getting to see "real planes up close".
"Who's the lady?" Coyote said as he pointed behind Hangman. He quickly turned around and glanced at you before turning back to Coyote.
"I don't know, but she's hot."
"Hey, that kid kinda looks like Rooster. Oh," Fanboy said.
"What? What is it?" Hangman asked.
Right as he asked, your son made a bee line for Rooster. You took a picture of the moment before walking over to your boys. Pheonix smiled and waved at you while you and Rooster talked.
"Rooster has a kid? And the mom is hot? Nah, there's absolutely no way. That's a full blown toddler and we're just now finding out about this?" Hangman expressed.
"Uh, correction, you're just now finding out about this. Mav obviously knew. Pheonix and I knew," Bob said.
You and Rooster finished talking to Maverick before you walked over to the rest of the group. Pheonix was behind you, but she quickly caught up with the four of you.
"Guys, this is my wife, Y/N. And this is my son, Nick," Bradley said. You weren't expecting Nick to be so shy, but the second that Bradley said his name, he hid behind your legs. You smiled and laughed as the group tried to coax him out. Fanboy knelt down to get on Nick's level before he started talking to the boy.
"Hey, buddy. These guys call me Fanboy but you can call me Mickey," he said.
"... Like the mouse?" Nick asked. Everyone laughed and you smiled as Nick stopped hiding behind you.
"Sure."
Bradley picked Nick up as the three of you walked out to the tarmac. When you got close to his plane, he put Nick on his shoulders. You took a quick picture of the two of them looking at Bradley's F-18.
"It has my name on it right there. You see it? That's pretty cool, right?"
"Yeah, that's pretty cool."
Your phone buzzed with a text and you smiled as you opened it. Phoenix snapped a picture of the three of you by Bradley's F-18. He smiled when you showed it to him and you set it as your new home screen. Nick was still on Bradley's shoulders as the three of you walked in, and everyone insisted on taking a picture.
Bradley finally put Nick down and Fanboy walked over and gave him a mini F-18.
"I think he's taken a particular liking to Fanboy. I'm a little jealous," Bradley said. You laughed and smacked his chest.
"No, but seriously, if you ever want to come by for a visit, I'm sure we can figure it out. Maybe I'll actually be able to be home for dinner from here on out. I'm really sorry that I haven't been as 'present' as you want me to be. We've got some strings to pull but I'll try to be home at a more reasonable hour."
"Thank you. I think we're gonna head home. What time do you think you'll be there?"
"Well, we're done flying for the day so I guess I can leave at any time. Yeah, I'll be a few minutes behind you. I gotta get my stuff and talk to Mav."
"Okay."
The two of you shared a quick kiss before you picked up your son and walked out of the building. He wouldn't stop talking about the planes. The amount of questions that he had for Bradley didn't really surprise you.
Bradley took over almost everything for you. He gave Nick a bath and got him to bed while you did the dishes and turned the lights off.
As you crawled into bed, Bradley put his arm around you.
"Let me guess, he wouldn't stop talking about the jets?" You asked.
"Nope. And he wants to hang out with Fanboy."
"Well, I don't see why he can't. Now I'm pretty sure you just let him meet a bunch of uncles and an aunt."
"I didn't even think of that. Oh shit, now we gotta invite them to every birthday party and cookout."
"We have more options for babysitters, though. I think Fanboy would babysit for free."
"You know, he probably would."
#bradley bradshaw#x reader#bradley rooster bradshaw#top gun maverick#tgm#jake hangman seresin#hangman#mickey fanboy garcia#fanboy#rooster#reader insert
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Is that her?
Au belongs to @night-light-artz
I haven't spoken much of Mother Geneieve. The deer mother of Silky, a kind yet stern doe she was whom left a ever strong impact of the being of Silky. In the Van Helsing Au, she passed away from old age before Silky ever met the hunters and was buried by the Somes River. Her body became one with the water hence her aqua like ghost. She only speak to those whom come near the river. When they do (and if they are important or whom she considers her kin), she will pull the down below and they are transported to a weird sort of limbo state where they see her.
Freddie is an example here. Knowing to sneak out, he comes near the river. Geneieve pulls him in and at first he is shocked by her. Never seen a deer like this before. Of course Geneieve aint here to be all cuddly and cute, she come to give him quite the stern warning....
Geneive: BOY AINT YOU SUPPOSE TO BE IN BED SLEEPING? BACK IN MY DAY WHEN WE SNUCK OUT WE GOT BEAT WITH A STICK! BET BACK UP THERE BEFORE I SMACK YOU IN TO SUBSPACE AND TAKE YA SLAP TO YOUR MENTOR!!!
(What a nice grandma...)
Little simplified deisgn of her.
Also she is one cranky grandma
Oh and dont try to object her either, that lady will send you down 20 feet under. (She did this in front of Freddie, he tried not to laugh but it was too funny)
#van helsing au#welcome home van helsing au#wh van helsing au#eddie dear#frankie dear frankly#eddie welcome home#howdy pillar#frank frankly#welcome home puppet show#eddie x frank#welcome home frank#welcome home#welcome home fanart
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Day 7: Aftermath
Last day of @blupjeansweek 2023!
This is a followup to day 5: Bones
Read it on AO3
Summary: Lup meets her future mother in law
Lup and Barry sit in her parked car, staring at the house across the street. It's a cute little white picket fence number. There's a stone path bordered by rows of tiny blue forget-me-nots that leads to a manicured garden, then a wraparound porch with a set of comfy patio furniture to one side of the baby blue door.
Lup turns to Barry and says, "you're sure about this?"
His eyes are fixed on the house, and he nods. She presses her thumb against his cheeks, "unclench your jaw."
He takes a deep breath. "Okay. I'm okay."
"Wait here," she squeezes his arm, "I'll signal you when it's time."
She gets out of the car and crosses the street. She takes a closer look around as she heads for the door. The forget-me-nots poke up through the spaces between the stones. The garden has two different rose bushes in it. There's a little garden statue of a teddy bear in overalls sitting on a side table on the porch.
She raises her fist and hesitates. She's practised what she wants to say, but there's no telling how this'll go. But Barry wants to do this so by god, they're doing it.
She knocks.
It's a long, agonising minute before the door opens. Behind it is a small round woman with blue eyes and short grey hair that has just a whiff of curliness to it. She looks confused. "Can I help you?"
"Are you Marlena Bluejeans?"
"Yes…"
"Hi, uh, my name is Lup. A little over a year ago now, I bought your son's house? And-"
Marlena sighs. "I'm going to stop you there. That house stopped being my problem after I sold it, yet almost every owner since has ended up here. If you think strange things are happening, either suck it up or leave. Goodbye."
She starts to close the door, Lup puts her hand on it to stop it and half-shouts, "wait!" She takes a breath. "You knew your son was still in that house, didn't you? You knew what kind of things he was experimenting with."
Marlena keeps her eyes down, but doesn't close the door any further. "I'm sorry, young lady. If you're here to try to get me to speak to him to calm him, I can't. I tried. I held onto that house for two years trying to talk to him, but he's not himself. He couldn't recognize me. He's angry and volatile, all he wants is to be alone."
Lup remembers Barry telling her that by the time he came back to himself after dying, a family had already moved in. He assumed he just hadn't manifested until then, but what Marlena's saying… he was there, but he wasn't aware or in control.
Marlena looks up at her, and her eyes are brimming with tears. "I'm sorry you had to meet him like this," she says, "he's… he was such a nice boy. And a good son, who always came to see his mother."
"I'm sorry for your loss, Mrs. Bluejeans," Lup says. "But the thing is, I'm pretty stubborn. And I wasn't going to let a cranky ghost chase me away." Marlena smiles a little bit, and it urges Lup forward, "so we eventually came to a truce, and started talking, and we rifled through some old books he had stashed in the attic and, well."
She turns and waves to the car. They can only see the top of his head as he gets out, but once he rounds the car and starts crossing the street, she hears Marlena gasp behind her. She turns back and says, "we found a ritual. And after a lot of prep, we tried it, and… yeah."
Marlena puts a hand on her arm, eyes shimmering, "did you bring my boy back?"
"I did."
"Oh-" she rushes past her and meets Barry halfway down the path, crushing him in a hug. "Oh, my sweet boy. My son." She pulls back and takes his face in her hands, examining him. "Look at you," she says reverently.
Barry smiles, tears rolling down his cheeks every time he blinks. "Hi, mom."
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What Happens In Vegas Stays Doesn't Always Stay in Vegas
I was challenged by @deandoesthingstome to join the Halloween-Kinktober Challenge, and I had a little story idea in my mind, so I thought - what the hell! Thanks, Charlie! And thank you so much to @firefly-graphics for the dividers!
Sam and Dean head to Vegas, this time for Halloween. Dean's pumped about the huge Halloween costume party being held at their hotel, and he can't wait to dress up as his favorite superhero.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x his Batman fantasy girl
Word Count: 4140
Warnings: Smut, just the usual 😉
“Sammy, come on, man! Once in a lifetime chance to live out a fantasy! And you’re just gonna sit in the room and… read or some shit?”
Sam leveled a deadpan stare at Dean with a long-suffering sigh. “Dean. For the millionth time. I. Don’t. Like. Halloween. It sucks. I’m gonna take this vacation and relax. If I do decide to go out, I’ll hit the casino. But I’m not going to that ridiculous costume party.”
Dean frowned in frustration. “You are such a cranky old man. I thought maybe my brother would be the Robin to my Batman. But fine. I guess I’ll go by myself and have a fan-fucking-tastic time.”
Sam shot a bitch face his direction. “Good. Go hook up with Poison Ivy or something and have a blast. May the force be with you, or whatever.”
Dean’s eye roll practically turned him inside out, and he stormed into the bathroom to change into his costume. His epic, fucking awesome costume. He couldn’t not smile when he looked at it. He was gonna look amazing. And everyone knows the ladies love Batman. For tonight, he was going all out. For one night, he was gonna forget he was Dean Winchester and he was gonna be Batman.
He strolled into the gigantic room where the costume party was in full swing, heading straight for the large, round bar in the center and ordering a shot and a beer. He let his eyes roam over the crowd, trying not to let a grin ruin the image of his Dark Knight, but – this was awesome. And he was the only Batman – at least so far. Several other superheros were scattered through the room, along with monsters, movie characters, and a lot of sexy women in even sexier costumes.
It didn’t take long before he was flanked on either side by a couple of those tempting women, thoroughly enjoying the flirting and the way they giggled when he talked in his Batman voice. He was in the middle of a sentence when he felt someone’s hand on his shoulder. He glanced down to see a black glove, each finger tipped with a vicious-looking little claw.
Slowly he turned around, his lips pursed in a Batman-worthy contemplative frown as he took in the woman standing before him. “Catwoman,” he growled, and she smiled, bowing slightly.
“Batman. I was so hoping to rub shoulders with you tonight. Among other things,” she replied, her voice sultry and taunting. She was dressed in a skin-tight body suit, the gloves encasing her hands reaching midway on her biceps, her lips blood red and her eyes a stunning blue. Her shapely legs were encased in thigh-high black stockings, shining black stiletto heels on her feet. Perky little cat ears were perched atop her black hood, complete with mask. She was stunning.
“Well, I’d be happy to… rub something for you. What did you have in mind?” Dean answered, thinking to himself just exactly how much fun Sam was missing tonight. I mean, Batman and Catwoman? Not in his most porn-filled dreams had he imagined this little scenario, but he was in full Vegas mode and he was gonna go for it.
She moved closer, close enough that he could smell her perfume, and it made his mouth water. She leaned up, stretching to put her lips as close to his ear as she could reach. “Well, do you want to stay here and drink and flirt, or do you want to come to my room and pet the pussy?”
She moved back a step, watching as his tongue peeked out to run across his delicious, full lower lip before he smirked, and it was so sinful she felt her nipples tingle. Oh, he was going to be fun.
“Lead the way, beautiful,” he answered, and she allowed herself a triumphant little smile, crooking her finger to lure him along as she turned to slink out of the room. Dean was right behind her, his very large hand on her back, and she fought back a shiver at the thought of the things those hands could do.
Dean’s cock was already twitching as he watched her walk, every move deliberate and seductive. He couldn’t wait to explore those curves, make her lose her cool, controlled demeanor. Get those luscious legs wrapped around his head while he drove her crazy, watch her fall apart while she rode his cock. His hands were itching to touch her, and it hadn’t been fifteen minutes since he met her.
They arrived at the elevator, and he was happy to see it was empty. She entered, pushing the button for her floor, and he walked towards her slowly, crowding her until she was up against the wall, bracing one hand beside her head as he began to speak. “So, my name is…”
She placed one gloved finger over his lips. “Rule number one – we stay in character. You are Batman, I am Catwoman.”
“Oh, there are rules.”
“Only a few.”
“I can work with that,” he responded, goosebumps skittering up his spine as she lightly dragged her claws down the chest of his suit. A soft ‘ding’ sounded as they reached her floor, and he moved aside to let her lead the way again. He didn’t mind following. The view was amazing.
He followed her swaying hips to the door of her room, waiting for her to swipe the key, then escorting her in with a hand on her back. “Drink?” she asked, walking towards the bar in the middle of the room. Dean looked around, nodding in approval.
“Nice digs.”
“When I come to Vegas, I like to splurge.” She watched him silently for a few seconds, tilting her head slightly. “Can you remove the cape?” He shrugged, undoing the fastenings on his shoulders and turning to toss the cape into a nearby chair. She stood still, eyes gliding appreciatively over his obviously muscular back and the lovely round globes of his ass that his costume did nothing to disguise. He turned back towards her, accepting the tumbler of whiskey that she handed him, then sipping from her own as her eyes met his.
Dean took a swallow, watching her gaze move to his lips for a moment, and he smiled at her slowly. “So… tell me about these rules.”
She pulled out one of the bar stools and perched on it, crossing those gorgeous legs before she answered. The bulge beneath his costume was magnetic, and she deliberately forced her eyes to stay focused on his. “Second rule – costumes stay on. Except for the parts we need access to, obviously.”
“Okay.” He took another drink, running his tongue very slowly over his lips after he swallowed.
“Last rule – you have to make me come before you get to touch me with anything but that absolutely sinful mouth of yours.” She slid off of the stool and approached him, reaching to run a delicate knuckle over his bottom lip. “I want to ride that cowl.”
He took her knuckle between his teeth, biting down gently, then stepping back, downing the last of his whiskey and setting the glass down on the bedside table. Then he moved to the foot of the bed, sitting down and then laying back, his arms spread out, the wicked smile on his face sending a throbbing ache between her thighs. “Here, kitty, kitty,” he teased, his smile growing a little wider at the soft noise she couldn’t quite suppress.
She dropped her glass to the top of the bar, moving towards the bed, anticipation making it hard to breathe. When she reached the foot of the bed, she reached down between her legs and undid the hidden snaps, lifting the fabric out of the way as she crawled over him. His fingers twitched with the urge to touch her, but he kept them at his sides, letting her make her way up his body to hover above his face.
She was already wet and glistening, and the twinkle of a piercing made him swear in a low growl. “Fuck me, get down here.”
She lowered herself, gasping as he nudged at her piercing with his agile tongue, then trapped it between his teeth to give a gentle tug. Her helpless moan made him smile, and he lowered his chin to his chest to run the flat of his tongue from her entrance to her clit, ending with a little flick. The vibrations of the appreciative noises he made sent a shudder through her, and when he speared his tongue inside her, she gave in and began to ride his jaw. He licked and sucked at her lower lips until she was whining and writhing over him, and then moved up to her clit, manipulating the metal with his tongue as he sucked hard on the pulsing little nub. Her orgasm was intense, a loud cry forced from her throat as she rode him desperately until she fell to the bed beside him, completely spent.
Dean sat up, wiping his face on the sheet and flexing his aching jaw, turning to watch her panting, lying limp on the bed beside him. “Think we covered that last rule,” he smirked, and she smiled weakly, nodding.
“That was – exquisite,” she whispered. “I can’t wait to see what you can do with the rest of your body.”
“Another drink first?” he asked, and she nodded.
“Not whiskey. Water.”
He laughed softly. “Good idea.” He went to the mini-fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, sitting down on the bed beside her and taking off the cap as she sat up and took it from him gratefully. After downing half the bottle, she handed it back to him and licked her lips. Dean put the cap back on and leaned in to kiss her, forcing her to lay back down as he moved to hover over her. She reached for his belt, looking up at him hungrily as he pulled back.
“Tell me this suit has a zipper. Or do I need to cut it to ribbons with my claws?”
“Easy, kitten,” he grinned, removing the belt from his costume and working the fastenings loose, then lowering the zipper. She stared as he freed himself, her claws digging into the mattress on either side of her as he stroked himself slowly with his gloved hand.
“Condom, top drawer,” she directed, watching as he put it on and then shifted his hips down, nudging the head of his cock against her entrance before pushing slowly forward. Her thighs trembled around him as he buried himself deep, then rose to his knees, pulling her hips up snug against him.
She shifted her body, arching her back as she adjusted to his size, her mouth open and eyes half-closed in blissful appreciation as she moaned, low and throaty, her head thrown back into the pillow.
Dean pulled back and drove back inside her, forcing a garbled cry from her throat. Her eyes rolled back and closed as he began to rock into her hard and fast, his hands gripping her hips. After a few strokes, she opened her eyes, rasping out breathlessly, “Don’t hold back.”
He stared down at her, but her unflinching gaze told him all he needed to know. He pulled out and flipped her over, manhandling her into position on her knees, one hand on her back as he slammed back inside to the hilt. He fucked into her hard, his other hand moving down between her legs to flick and tug at her clit and piercing, and she began to wail, her cunt clenching around his cock.
Her cries got louder and longer until she finally screamed, “Fuck, YES!!!”, coming hard, and Dean’s low growl morphed into a shout as he followed her over the edge, pulsing hot and thick inside her. She went limp beneath him seconds before he fell forward, catching himself on his hands and panting hard.
After a moment, he pulled out gingerly, dropping down and rolling to his back beside her. She turned her head, eyes half-focused, a satisfied smile on her lips. “That was – energetic,” she managed, and Dean laughed softly.
“You told me not to hold back.” He blew out a breath. “So – now what?”
She rolled to her back, then sat up on the edge of the bed for a moment before standing, grabbing tissues from beside the bed to clean up a little and then fastening the snaps between her legs again. “Now – it’s time to go.”
He watched her for a moment, admiring her curves from his vantage point before getting to his feet and putting himself back together. “If that’s what you want.”
She sounded slightly unsure of herself for the first time as she replied. “I – I just have other things to take care of. You understand.”
He nodded. “Yeah. Well… it’s been fun, kitten.”
She nodded, taking several swallows of water before answering. “Yes, it has.” She still wasn’t looking at him, so he grabbed his cape from the chair and headed for the door. He opened it, glancing over his shoulder, and she looked towards him, finally. “Good night, Batman.”
“’Night, Catwoman. Take care of yourself.”
The door closed behind him, and she dropped down onto the bar stool, her entire body trembling. Hard to believe she had actually followed through – that she had actually pulled it off. She finally rose to her feet to slip the heels off and begin gathering her things. It was a long drive home.
Dean paused outside the door, thoughtfully gnawing at his bottom lip. Something was nagging at him, but he couldn’t nail it down. He finally sighed and headed for the elevators, more than ready to get out of his costume and into a shower.
Two days later, Sam and Dean dragged their Vegas-weary selves into the bunker, Dean calling out as they headed down the stairs. “Hi, honey, we’re home!”
“Where is she?” Sam asked, and Dean shrugged, dropping his duffle and heading for the kitchen and a beer. There she was, earbuds in, singing along, dancing a little as she stirred something on the counter.
He grinned, sneaking up behind her and bending close.
“We’re home,” he said loudly, and she screeched, whirling around, her eyes wide and the spoon held out in front of her like a weapon. He burst into laughter, almost bent over double, her blow to his shoulder not even registering. “Oh my god, your face!”
“You fucking asshole! I almost had a heart attack, you… fucking jerk!” She took out her earbuds and tossed them to the table, finally unable to completely smother her smile.
“I’m sorry,” he managed, still cracking up.
“You are so not,” she argued, turning to look at Sam as he entered the room. “Your brother is a jerk.”
“Not news to me,” Sam grinned. “I’ve been calling him a jerk for years.”
“Bitch,” Dean fired back at him, tossing him a beer and raising an eyebrow at her. “Want one?”
“Yes. Please.” She took a swallow and sat down at the table. “So tell me all the things. What craziness happened in Vegas?”
Sam smirked, glancing at Dean, and she raised an eyebrow, turning that direction. “Okay, Winchester, spill. From the look on Sam’s face, it must be good.”
“Like you wanna hear about my – what do you call ‘em? ‘Fuck ‘em and leave ‘em’s’?”
“Well, that’s what they are… but if it’s a good story, yeah, I wanna hear! Not, like, the dirty details…”
“That’s the best part,” he retorted, and she shook her head.
“He hooked up with Catwoman. In his Batman suit,” Sam shared, still smirking at his brother.
She grinned. “Impressive.”
Dean nodded. “Pretty awesome. And the best – or the weirdest – part was, we stayed in costume the whole time. Her rule.”
She laughed, taking another drink of her beer. “That’s amazing. Probably never top that, huh?”
Dean wiggled his eyebrows at her. “Oh, I topped it, I bottomed it…”
“Ewwww, no,” she choked, shaking her head. “TMI, dude. Get outta my kitchen and let me finish cooking.” She looked Sam’s direction. “Unless you have an awesome story to share?”
Dean snorted. “Captain Snooze over there barely left the room.”
“I had a great time, very relaxing, thank you very much,” Sam snarked back as the two of them headed out of the room.
She took a deep breath, blowing it out slowly before getting up to finish mixing the pie filling she was making for dessert. So far, so good…
The table was the scene of the absolute destruction of the dish of lasagna she had made, only crumbs left of the garlic bread. “Didn’t you guys eat in Vegas?” she asked, laughing.
“Not like this,” Dean responded, his mouth still half full of his last bite. “I know you made pie. Right? Because you love me?”
“Yes, I made pie, and yes, I love you guys, and yes – you are spoiled rotten.” She stood up, reaching for dishes. “And you can actually have some if you help clean up this mess.”
They both scrambled to their feet to help, and then all three came back to the table with a huge slice of chocolate cream pie topped with fluffy meringue. Dean was making love to it with his eyes, and Sam just shook his head and dug in, a newspaper spread out on the table beside him.
“God, this is good,” Dean mushed out around a mouthful of pie filling, and she smiled at him happily before taking a bite herself. The sound that came out of her mouth bordered on pornographic, and Dean felt his body flush hot as he swallowed hard.
Sam glanced up to see his brother’s face, frowning in concern. “Dean, you okay?”
Dean pushed back from the table, tossing a ‘Yeah’ over his shoulder as he left the room. Sam looked at her, confused. “What happened?”
“I don’t know. Maybe he’s sick? He left his pie. He never leaves pie.”
Sam shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ll go check on him later.”
She nodded, continuing on her dessert. “Can I have the crossword puzzle?”
A couple of hours later, dishes washed and crossword puzzle done, she said goodnight to Sam and headed for her room. She debated knocking on Dean’s door to make sure he was all right, but maybe he was sleeping, and she didn’t want to disturb him. So weird how he had just run out of the room and never come back, though. Hopefully he was okay.
She opened her door and reached for the desk lamp, swinging the door shut quietly and walking towards the dresser. She turned slowly as her brain finally registered what her peripheral vision had picked up on, and she went pale as she finally faced him.
Dean was in the chair in the corner of the room, her black cat ears and hood dangling from his fingers, one eyebrow cocked as he stared her down. “Hello, kitten,” he said, his voice low.
“Oh, fuck.” She hesitated for a second, then made a beeline for the door, but he moved fast, bracing his hand on the door to prevent her from opening it. She began to stammer, not able to string together a coherent sentence as she tried to explain. “I didn’t mean… I mean, I did, but you… it wasn’t supposed to…”
She kept stuttering and babbling as he took her by the shoulder and turned her around to face him,
staring down at her until she finally trailed off into silence. He drew closer, leaning his forehead against hers. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I… I don’t know. I guess I was afraid... That you wouldn’t want me...”
His lips moved close to hers, his breath warm as he spoke softly. “I’ve wanted you for a long time.” She watched his eyes close, and hers followed suit as he kissed her, his tongue sweeping over her lips. She melted into him as she responded, losing herself in the taste and feel of him, handfuls of his shirt in her fists as he crowded her against the door.
When they finally paused again, she looked up at him, her feelings evident in her eyes. “Dean – me, too.” He smiled, and it was contagious, her eyes shining up at him as he guided her towards the bed, sitting down and pulling her to stand between his knees.
“You know, I didn’t really get to see all of you the other night,” he hinted, and she ducked her head, blushing a little but still smiling. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head, tossing it back behind her before unfastening her bra and letting it fall to the floor. Dean’s smile faded as he took in the sight before him, reaching up to glide his fingertips almost reverently over her soft curves. “So much better than I imagined,” he whispered, then leaned in to place a gentle kiss on her nipple before using his tongue to guide it between his lips.
She inhaled, long and slow, her knees going weak as he surrounded her with one arm and pulled her close. She clung to him, moaning softly as he cupped her other breast in his hand, kneading at it as he sucked and teased at its twin. She was trembling when he stopped, looking up at her as he laid back on the bed, pulling her down with him.
“So, no rules this time?” Dean teased, and she shook her head.
“No rules.” She kissed him, then looked down at him, her lip between her teeth. “Except maybe, less clothes?”
“Now that’s a rule I can get behind,” Dean grinned.
Dean dragged himself to the shower a little while later, leaving her still asleep in her bed. He yawned his way into the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the fridge, then heading to the library where Sam sat with his laptop open. He shot his big brother a sidelong glance, a smirk on his face, resisting the urge to say something.
“What?” Dean asked, unable to let it slide.
“So I guess Vegas followed you home?”
Dean raised an eyebrow with a sheepish little smile. “How did you know?”
“Guessed. Between the noises I’ve been hearing all afternoon and the way you hot-footed it out of here and left your pie on the table… So, was she your Catwoman?”
“Yeah, I wasn’t supposed to figure it out, I guess – but as soon as she made that sexy little noise when she took a bite of her pie, I knew.” Sam laughed softly, nodding.
“So that’s what happened.”
“I don’t know why she never said anything to me…”
“Same reason you never said anything to her. You’ve been drooling over her for a while now, dude, admit it.”
Dean frowned. “I wasn’t drooling. I was… I dunno, but it wasn’t drooling.”
“Whatever, Dean. It’s good, however it happened. I think she’s good for you.”
Dean grinned. “Sooooo good.”
“Okay, we’re done now,” Sam shook his head and Dean took another drink, still smiling.
She finally appeared a couple of hours later, fresh from the shower, a little shy about showing her face. Dean rose to his feet and approached her, slipping an arm around her waist and kissing her softly. She glanced towards Sam, who studiously avoided looking, and Dean leaned close to her ear. “He knows.”
She nodded, blushing a little and settled into Dean’s warmth for a moment before speaking up. “Are you guys hungry? I’m starving.”
Sam spoke up. “Yeah, I thought I’d run to town and grab some pizzas, if that sounds okay to you guys.”
After a quick discussion on what kind of pizza he should bring home, Sam headed out and Dean plopped down on the sofa, waving her over with tip of his head. “C’mere, beautiful.”
She came close, and he grabbed her, pulling her onto his lap as she squeaked in surprise. “Don’t be starting anything, I’m starving. I might take a bite out of something I shouldn’t.”
His eyebrows shot up, and he looked up at her, eyes hopeful. “So, does that mean you wanna…?”
“Well, I didn’t get the chance to do that the other night, either,” she teased back, and Dean groaned a little at the thought of her lips on his cock.
“That sounds fucking amazing. But can you do me a favor first?”
She leaned down to kiss him, making him forget everything else for a moment before she pulled back and asked, “What?”
“Can you maybe put on some of that red lipstick first?”
She smiled seductively, speaking in her sultry Catwoman voice. “Anything for you, Bats.”
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Stowaway Chapter 7
Trafalgar Law x Fem!Reader
Info: This is my first time posting a story on Tumblr and my first time writing an x reader.
Summary:
The reader is a slave to a nobleman due to her devil's fruit ability which allows her to control the emotions of the people around her. She flees to bump into Trafalgar Law and boards his ship.
This is a slow-burn-type story with a sad ending.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11
It's been around 6 months since you left for Amazon Lily and the captain's mood sharply decreases. His only goal was to collect as many hearts of wanted pirates as possible and increase his training to become a warlord. If you wanted a warlord's protection then he will give you one.
The crew was saddened by your departure especially because you left without much of a goodbye or a reason. Everyone had their assumptions after witnessing the multiple bounty hunters claim to retrieve you for your master and the Amazon ship that was docked at the same island where you were last seen. Everyone assumed the story that you were a slave and your master found out you were with their crew so you went to Amazon Lily for your safety. They were correct in their theory but they would never get the confirmation as any time someone would mention you Law would become angry which would scare the crew.
The crew missed your presence though and when they visited any towns they couldn't help but pick up small items that reminded them of you. One of the towns they visited reminded everyone of you, it had all your favorite treats, and all your favorite activities, it even your favorite books in the bookshop. Ikkuka was the first to notice after whining over your memory to Shachi while Law who was holding a children's book written on this island that story was a story you would often mention in small jokes.
"Everything on this island reminds me of y/n." She whined to Shachi shoving a piece of your favorite treat into her mouth.
"It's almost a little too much like her," Shachi notes.
Law walked up to the two, "I think this is y/n home island." He said still holding the children's book. The two crew members looked at their captain in surprise. He has never mentioned you since you left unless it was to tell the crew to stop mopping about you.
Law looked up at the island and the happy villagers seeing their small mannerisms that you also presented. He walked away deeper into the village leaving the two crew members behind.
Ikkuka whined again, "I know y/n had to go to Amazon Lily but I still miss her." Shachi patted he back in comfort but easily snuck a treat out of Ikkuka's hands while she whined.
"Amazon Lily?"
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"bada bada bada! Bada bada bada!"
The transponder snail rang in the bridge while no one was around ringing to alert no one.
The person on the other end gave up on reaching the Polar Tang.
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The day has finally arrived Law had collected the hearts of 100 wanted pirates and was about to bring the hearts to the Marines to secure his position as a warlord but first, he needed to make a stop.
The Captain announced their destination and the crew was more than excited. It was time they returned to Amazon Lily and you get to return to their crew. It has been a whole year and a half since you left and even though you have been gone longer than you have been a part of their crew without your presence the heart pirates have not been the same.
The polar tang arrived at Amazon Lily and waited outside the large gate. Law was the only one who stood outside on the deck and began shouting at the gate, "It is Trafalgar Law! I am here for y/n!" however the gates remained shut. Law shouted out again hoping someone could hear him.
The cranky old lady that Law met last time he was on the island stepped outside on the watch tower. "Dr Law you may have been welcomed once to our land but never again!" She shouted.
"That is not a problem I am just here to retrieve y/n!" Law shouted in return.
The old lady's face fell at the sound of your name. "You must leave Dr Law!" she shouted before turning to the island.
Law's jaw snapped sensing something wrong. "Room!"
Law appeared in front of the old lady scaring her as he towered above her. "where is y/n." he growled.
The old lady began to push herself upwards, "Because y/n loved you I will inform you but then you will leave this island and not return." She grumbled. Law stood threateningly above her his eyes shining with anger which caused the older lady to flinch. "Around 8 months after y/n arrived Amazon Lily was attacked. The Amazons did well at fending off the attackers and they left after 2 days but after they left y/n was missing and her room was destroyed."
Law took angry steps forward, "that was almost a year ago." he growled his knuckles gripping his sword turned white, "y/n came to this island for her protection. Where is she now!"
The old lady stumbled back away from the angry doctor whose eyes seemed to glow red. "We tried to contact you and let you know when it happened but you never picked up." She pleaded with her excuse.
"That was not what I asked." Law hissed using his thumb to push his sword out of its holster.
"Doflamingo took her." She admitted hiding behind her staff.
Law hissed at the name before transporting himself back onto the polar tang immediately turning to the wall and punching a large dent into the metal wall. Bepo who was eagerly awaiting his captain's return with you but only witnessed the captain return empty-handed and crying into a dent he had made into the wall convinced him to quickly turn around. Bepo ran into the cafeteria and took apart the welcome-back celebration as fast as he could.
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The crew remained on course to the marine fort to secure Law's role as warlord despite the captain locking himself in his room and destroying everything that reminded him of you. The crew pieced together that the lack of your return meant something bad had happened to you and began to be filled with sorrow.
Law stormed through the doors of the new marine admiral holding a sack full of hearts.
"Doflamingo has a member of my crew that I want to be returned!" Law demanded throwing the sack in front of the Admiral. "You said if I retrieved 100 hearts of pirates I would be granted warlord status and with that, I am granted favors from the government! Here is your heart now I want my crewmate back!" Law shouted at the Admiral.
The Admiral sighed, "I told you over the transponder sail that I can not help you retrieve someone from another warlord if she is even alive."
Law's eyes flashed red, "I don't give a damn about who has her she is being held as a slave! You as the government should be able to free her! If you need help identifying her she has a tattoo on her side that matches mine!"
"A heart tattoo right?" A voice laughed from the door to the office. Law yanked his head around to see the warlord Doflamingo causing Law's jaw to clench. He waltzes into the room assuring all eyes were on him. If Law was not in the room on the Marine admiral he would slice the flamingo down in an instant. His grip on his sword tightened prepared to attack as he glared at the man wearing a pink feather cape but forced the rest of his face to remain composed. "Law it's been a while." The man held out his arms with a giant smile. "I heard rumors of you attempting to become a warlord but I couldn't believe it till now!" He laughed.
"what do you want." Law snarled.
Doflamingo laughed, "I wanted to congratulate you on becoming one of the big dogs." He placed a hand on Law's shoulder which sent chills down his spine. "Aw Law don't be this way it's been so long since we last met. When I saw your name in the papers collecting heart I couldn't be prouder." he threw his arm over Law's shoulder pulling him into a side hug, "In fact, I even got you a gift!" He twiddled his fingers towards the door where a figure slowly walked through.
Law froze at the sight of who walked through the door, "When I saw you were trying to become a warlord I knew I had to get you the perfect gift, and when I saw this I knew it would you love it."
"that's the same mark on your chest right?"
As he watched you enter the room, Law started to drown the man out. You wore only a bra and shorts underneath a sheer dress showing the tattoo on your hip off. Your eyes lay on the floor glazed over as you obediently walked in with your hands held in front of you as you patiently awaited your orders.
Law and the Admiral looked at you in surprise and disgust but did not make any moves to reveal their feelings. "I will say giving her up is going to be extremely hard for me. After I fixed her she became the best slave I have ever seen and don't get me started on her powers I have never slept better in my life."
Flamingo moved his way over to you circling his prize, "Well Law aren't you going to say anything, like a thank you." flamingo placed his hands on your shoulder holding them tightly in mockery trying to force Law into a disruptive state. Law's jaw snatched close grinding his teeth together watching as the most evil man in his point of view laid his hand on you.
"oh honey I don't think he likes you very much." flamingo mocked before pushing you forward, "why don't you show Law how good of a slave you are."
You looked up at Law blankly, "Master Law I sense that you are feeling stressed would you like me to calm you." you reached your hands out shining a grey color while your eyes stayed white and glazed over. Law reached his hands out for yours eager to feel your touch but closed his eyes and let his hand fall. You blinked in surprise, "Master Law you feel sad would you like me to help you feel happy?" the colors on your finger shifted to blue.
Law shook his head, "I will be fine." he spoke to you softly before yanking his glare up to Flamingo, Law grabbed your arm avoiding your fingers which glowed grey again. He gently pulled you towards the door eager to leave but you suddenly stopped moving.
"I am sorry Master Law I can not leave a room without the young master's permission," you spoke as you froze unmovingly.
Law scowled looking over at Doflamingo, "Law you still haven't said thank you." The man laughed evilly.
Law snapped his jaw shut his eyes shaking while looking at you and your emotionless eyes. "thank you." He mumbled with a croak in his throat. His entire soul sank saying the words.
The giant pink man laughed taking what he could out of the boy, "You may go, my dear." he spoke to you but looked at Law with his evil grin. "Law will be your new master from this day forth. You will treat him with the same respect that I taught you."
You bowed your head toward Flamingo, "Yes young master." you turned back toward Law. "I will do my best to please you, Master Law." Law growls to himself in anger grabbing your arm again and pulling you far away from the evil man.
Once aboard the polar tang, the entire crew came running onto deck excited to hear any news related to your return. When they came out onto the deck they were thrilled to see your presence shouting your name with tears and saying how good it was to see you but you just stood there unchanging. "I will be glad to serve this ship." you bowed which silenced everyone and caused them to look at Law with questions.
Law grabbed your shoulder, "I'm going to transport you to my medical room don't be alarmed and stay there until I come and get you." he whispered calmly in your ear before you were transported into a white room covered in books and medical supplies. You remained seated on the metal table you were transported to awaiting your master.
Law looked over at his crew with sorrowful eyes as Bepo approached first, "What happened?" he asked nervously.
Law peaked over his shoulder to see DoFlamingo hovering in the doorway watching carefully. Law growled, "DoFlamingo." Law then pushed his way past the crew, "Get ready to set off!" He ordered before making his way to the medical room where you sat waiting.
Law opened the door remembering the first time he transported you into that room when you first met. That time you couldn't sit still then and were found in the corner of the room. Law couldn't help but be surprised to see you exactly where he transported you sitting on the medical table sitting as straight as you could with your hands in your lap. "y/n?" He asked calmly.
You turn your head toward the doctor, "Master Law." You bowed your head which caused Law to sigh.
"Please y/n don't do that it's just us. you are free." He begged pulling your head up to face him and reaching for your hand to hold the top of.
"I don't know what you mean Master Law. I am here to serve you." You spoke with an unchanging tone.
Law reached his hand to cup your face, "what did he do to you?" Law questions tears now flowing down his face.
"The young Master taught me how to be a good servant and to use my powers to benefit my master." You spoke with your eyes glazed over, "Master Law you are feeling sad would you like me to make you happy?" You brought your hand up as it glowed blue.
Law grabbed your hand and folded your outstretched fingers into your fist before laying a kiss on the back of your hand, "No y/n I'm not sad. I am so relieved that you are safe again." his tears fell onto your hand and rolled down your arm.
You looked at him questionably, "who is y/n?" you asked which sent chills down Law's spine.
"That's your name," he spoke looking through your eyes for some sort of recognition from you but your eyes remained empty. "Y/n y/l/n do you remember anything from before DoFlamingo took you?"
You shook your head, "I do not Master Law." Law immediately removed his hands from you if you don't remember anything then he wasn't your boyfriend holding you lovingly but a stranger touching you inappropriately.
Law stumbled to find his next words, "I am so sorry y/n." he stepped back hitting his back on his desk tears streamed down his face, "I'm so sorry." he didn't even know what he was apologizing for if it was for the fact he was just touching you without your permission, or was it because he had failed to protect you like he had promised. Guilt swam through his head as he looked at you obediently waiting. Unable to contain himself anymore he ran out of the medical room and immediately threw up right outside the door away from your view.
The crew who was hiding around the corner immediately disappeared upon seeing their captain in such a state.
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#one piece#one piece x reader#trafalgar d law x reader#trafalgar law#trafalgar d water law#fem!reader#writing#trafalgar one piece#Trafalger x reader
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Sheriff Hank Keough x NaiveFemDeputy!Reader x Jim Bickerman || Drabble
Plot: What if Hank was still the Sheriff by the time Jim came to town? What if you were his Deputy? What if you were so focused on your job that you came off... a little naive 😅 What would happen if you two visited Jim in the hospital afterwards to site him with fines for trespass, illegal poaching, and theft?
This is just a short thing but I am filled with idea for this triangle XD I think Hank's crankiness and hesitancy to fall for reader paired with Jim's sleazy shamelessness is such a fun combination XD
Warnings: Mention of Jim's grievous injuries after Final Chapter (Loss of eye, hand, and leg), hospital setting, minor nudity (Pantsless Jim), and unedited/i wrote this on my phone.
Tagging: @marinerainbow , @masqueradeball and @slxsherwriter.
The nurse was hesitant to give you the room number when you nervously asked since you aren't family, but Sheriff Keough just sighs in frustration and shows his badge. That gets the nurse to move- and you make a little note of his confidence in your little notebook; you're learning everything you can from him!
When you get to the room, you're expecting to find a quiet Bickerman. Maybe even an unconscious one (The nurse said he was recovering from a serious crocodile attack, afterall. And you saw those monsters- surviving that had to leave terrible scars), but when Sheriff Keough pulls the curtain open you instead catch Mr Bickerman up and out of bed! He's only got one leg and onr hand, but he's focused and hopping into his jeans.
Immediately you go 'oh!', embarrassed, and throw a hand over your eyes. "We're so sorry!!" You exclaim, turning around.
Sheriff Keough sighs next to you, and you don't sense him turning around at all. You do hear Mr Bickerman say 'she's real cute' in a tone thick with an accent and smugness, and feel even more mortified, though.
Thankfully, your boss does not respond to that comment, just addressed Mr Bickerman with an exasperated and thoroughly exhausted tone. "Jim, get back into your bed. The nice lady at the front desk told us already that you're not cleared to leave the hospital yet."
"Iiii- uh, well, I feel fine actually. So, I'm discharging myself- agh," The pained sound makes you feel bad. Should you help him??
You would- but you think he's probably still indecent and you don't want to make him feel uncomfortable.
"Sit. Down." Sheriff Keough growls, and the very next thing you hear is a few sniffles and the abrupt squeak of the hospital mattress like Mr Bickerman tripped onto it more then sat down on it. Your boss sighs in what sounds like your direction, then. "And for gods sake pull your blanket on so my Deputy can take her hand off her eyes and do her job."
You feel a tad guilty as you lower your hand and turn to the Sheriff, hearing Mr Bickerman's sheets shift. Keough gives you a half pittying, almost... almost amused look, that confuses you a little bit (a flutter erupts in your belly. You figure thats just some more guilt), before he shakes his head and looks back to the perp. You dutifully follow suit.
There's a teasing sleazy smirk on Mr Bickerman's old face and his eyes are on you, making you immediately straighten up stock straight like they engrained in you in the academy. Out of discomfort. "All better sweetheart?~ "
"Uh, yes sir."
"Don't call him sir, he's not a sir." Sheriff Keough rolls his eyes, before pulling out his own notepad. As he blows air out his cheeks, you can tell he wants to get this over with quickly and get lunch. "Anyway, Mr Bickerman- "
While the Sheriff reads out the list of fines Mr Bickerman is facing for his activities and Mr Bickerman sighs, rolling his eyes at the entire list, you wander to the end of the bed and pick up the clip board there. Most of it is medical jargon that you definitely do not understand, but there are some words (notes, probably written by a student) that stand out in the margins. Your eyebrows pull together in concern seeing things like 'internal bleeding' and 'motor skills classes- 2 weeks'. After glancing at Mr Bickerman, seeing the stump where his hand used to be and remembering the matching one where his leg used to be (the glance of it you saw before you slapped a hand over your eyes and whipped around), you figure that must mean 'in two weeks'- because it is certainly going to take longer to learn how to live with half as many limbs.
"- and finally, once you are actually discharged from the hospital, you are expected to attend a mandatory hearing at the courts in order to discuss your apparent claims to that Blackwater cabin." Sheriff Keough sighs one final time, lowering his notepad. "Though hell if I know why you would want that shithole."
Mr Bickerman's face darkens immediately, surprising you- he seemed so wry a moment ago. "It's rightfully mine, Officer."
"Yeah, whatever. Would you like me to read the the requirements again?" You know that if he wasn't meant to ask that, he wouldn't, because Sheriff Keough is staring so hard at Mr Bickerman that you're sure if that look was aimed at you you would just be able to shake your head in responce. Mr Bickerman opens his mouth to respond, but your Sheriff beats him. "No? Great. Deputy, I need a coffee." He puts his notepad away and adjusts his pants. "On me."
The Sheriff leaves the room promptly, his broad shoulders nearly filling the doorway (A fact you always pretend you dont notice), and you're about to quickly follow him- but you have to be polite. You flash Mr Bickerman an awkward smile as you put down the clip board. "Thank you, Mr Bickerman. Have a nice day! Fast recovery- "
Ypu're about to yurn and leave, but the dark clouds that had crossed his face clear up surprisingly quickly as his gaze slides over to you again; that sleazy smirk spreading across his mouth once again, and you stop still again caught in his sights like a deer in headlights. "Hey, why don't you come visit me again sometime? Sure would cheer me up and uh, make the old recovery race by a lot speedier- huh, honey?"
Your jaw drops. Did he just- is this man flirting with- No. No. Nervously, you give a little fluttering laugh. Surely not. He's just a lonely old man! The nurse said no one else had even called. "Oh- well maybe. If I have time. See you, Mr Bickerman!"
"You can call me Jim, y'know."
"Oh... no no no, no I couldn't, sir!" Oh shit, Sheriff Keough told you not to call him that! You peer back to the door, to make sure you're boss isn't watching you. When he's not, your shoulders relax and you waive a very amused Mr Bickerman goodbye. "Anyway- feel better!"
You walk out but you can feel the old man's gaze stuck on you until you round the corner. When you see Sheriff Keough waiting down the hall, he's got a coffee for you already, out of a hospital machine (a precursor to the proper stuff, he says.) which you take quickly; filled with gratitude for your secretly sweet boss and how... for some reason... you're the only one who ever really sees that?
Oh well. Back to work.
#i'll reblog this onto my protag blog foo for hank ^^#Jim Bickerman x Reader Drabble#Jim Bickerman x Reader#Jim Bickerman#Drabble#Lake Placid x Reader#Sheriff Hank Keough
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A deal is deal
part 9
"Wait, what do you mean? I am taking her seriously about changing my clothes a bit but..." Grace stammered before I cut her off with "No buts, Miss Rae is right. Some of what you have is just flat out not appropriate, Especially for someone like you. I warned you about wearing things like you wore today and you did it again anyway. You also agree to behave and do as your told. Your my little sister now and live with me at the house and I promised to take care of you. You also see Miss Rae like a mother and her and I seem to both think this is what's best for you. We are going to get you all taken care of. This weekend you and I will be going in and changeing your WHOLE wardrobe to something more appropriate, end of story." With that I pat her diaper. It was wired, He eyes looked as if she was sad. Maybe even about to cry but I could see her trying not to let out a smile in the corner of her lips. "Now give me a kiss and let's get the rest of what we need so we can get back, Miss Rae is waiting on us." I said. Grace reached over and gave me a kiss on the cheek and we went over to the store. We Made quick work of the list from Miss Rae and got back on the road.
We pulled back up to the house and started to unload everything. Miss Rae had hired a serving staff for the evening and as we entered we saw them setting everything else up. We dropped off the stuff we just picked up in the kitchen and let them take over. Miss Rae came from the back yard and said hello again and let us know where she was with everything. "Everything down here is taken care of, Go ahead and go check on the children Grace. They are your job for the evening. once they are in bed then you may join the party too if you would like" Miss Rae tells her. I jump right in and add "If your not to tiered and cranky by then, since the party will probably be going on well after your ned bed time little one" Graces mouth fell open at that comment. I kept going and said, "Also before you go why don't you show Miss Rae the new clothes we just got you to start your new wardrobe?" I tell her. Grace is a little reluctant but reaches in the bag and pulled out her new dress and showed it to Miss Rae who looked very happy seeing it, Then Grace pulled out the package of Minnie mouse panties and showed those to her as Well. "Well those look more better then that STRING you had up your butt earlier. Very nice. Ok now run upstairs and take care of the kids" Miss Rae said. As Grace turned around to head up Miss Rae added in "if at any point you need to be changed tonight you come get Tiffany or I and we will take care of it, Don't you dare do that yourself". This made Grace go even faster as if she was running from those words.
Miss Rae looked at me after Grace was gone and told me to come see everything. She walked me out back and we looked at the yard being set up. It looked so amazing, like a royal Galla. After so small talk about the party she then told me "I know today was a long day for everyone, expecilly Grace. I want to help as much as I can. When you have time you may take her shopping and use my card. "Get her a new laptop to replace her lost one, New clothes and anything else she needs. I'll pay for it, no problem. Also since she seems to be fitting in this new role so we'll pick up a new ebony hair brush that you can use to spank her if she gets out of line and some pull ups likes she in now too. I want her to grow up to be a true lady." "Yes ma'am, I can do that. Thank you for your kindness." I tell her. "Also if there is anything you need, Please feel free to get it on me as well. I want to support the soon to be president of my sorority and ""Mother"" to my little nanny." she added with a laugh. "Wait, how do you know about that?" I asked. She looked at me with a smile. "I told you before, I still talk to my sister's. I still live this close to my old school and sorority. I sponsor and donate alot to the house and sorority as a whole. As alumni council we keep our eyes and ears open. Also Flora is a legacy and her mother is a close friend of mine. Flora is my god daughter. They should both be here tonight as well." I couldn't believe I didn't know all this. After everything with the house and I now I'm meet someone who does so much and didn't even know it.
We stood around and talked more about her time with the sorority and things she still does until it was time for her to get ready. "I need to go get changed myself, Why don't you go check on the kids and I'll meet up with you soon. Guest should be arriving soon." She said. I agreed and walked up to the kids space. I stood at the top of the stairs watching as Grace played with them kids for a little bit before I said anything, it was too cute to interrupt. Once I saw a good point I did come all the way in the room and Grace gave me a big hug and introduced me to all the kids. We said hi and talked about there toys and everything. As we were sitting there one of the twins yelled I need to go potty, and ran to the bathroom. The other twin seeming to agree said me too and ran to the room as well. Grace followed right behind them "Ok...ok" she called following them in. I walked slowly behind to see Grace interact with the kids. She got the princess training seat down and in place on the toilet and then helped the first girl, then the second. They washed hands and ran back out. I turned and looked at Grace "It's been a while since you have gone? or are you already wet?" I ask. "I'm not wet" Grace said with her stubborn tone. "Then maybe you need to try and go" I teased. She gave me a look for a minute... "Only because I happen to need to go, Not just because you said it" she grumbled... "Yes Baby" I replied sarcastically. Grace reached to pick up the training seat. "Ah ah ah, Don't." I say stopping her. She just looked back and then pulled down her pants and pull up and sat down. With the bathroom door wide open, her pants and pull up pulled down to her ankles and while sitting on a training potty with me watching she went potty. "Oh such a good girl" I praise her. "Now wash your hands for me." I added.
Grace pulled up her pull up and I reached in and check to make sure it was still dry and then she pulled up her pants and washed her hands before returning to play with the kids and I went back downstairs.
Some of the guest had started to arrive and gather in the backyard. I didn't see anyone I knew yet but I started to wonder and meet people. I was introduceing myself as just a friend of Miss Rae's to everyone, unsure what else to say. The music started to play and the grand door to the back yards opened up and out walked Miss Rae and her husband. She was dressed as Bella from beauty and the beast and he was the beast. They went all out on the costumes and looks amazing. The two made there way down the steps in to the courtyard. Miss Rae was handed a microphone and she made a quick speech to the party thank everyone for being her and wished everyone a good night. They started to greet everyone going around the party. When they made there way around to me Miss Rae stopped and introduced me to her husband, "Tiffany this is my Husband, Ryan. Ryan This is a new friend of mine Tiffany. Shes the one I told you about that from the sorority and she is friends with Grace" . Ryan reached out and took my hand in his and gave the top of my hand a kiss "It's very nice to meet you" he says. "Thank you, it's nice to meet you as well Sir." I said. "Oh no, Just Ryan. please " he corrects me. I nodded my head "absolutely, Thank you Ryan." I corrected. "Where is your drink at?" Miss Rae asks me. "Oh I haven't gotten a chance to get one yet." I tell her. "Oh we can't have that, Ryan go get Tiffany and I a drink. please" She says to her husband. without missing a beat he turns "Yes Miss Rae." he says and leaves to go get drinks. I look over at Miss Rae "Your husband calls you Miss Rae also?" I asked. She smirked a little and said "Yes. Everyone does"
"Come on I want you to meet some people" she tells me as she takes my hand and we start to walk deeper in to the party. We walked around for a little bit meeting several lady's ranging from some who were only a couple of years older then I was to some who were more around my parents age. All of them very nice and very well kept. Most were introduced as Miss in front of there name but some were Lady. I did sneak a moment to ask Miss Rae in between greetings why the all were called Miss or Lady. She simply said it was a dignified way of greating. We did run in to Ryan again and he gave us our drinks before Miss Rae dismissed him to go and socialize. Then we came upon a group of 6 women. Miss Rae brought us in to the group and I looked around. I saw that one of them was Flora. We gave each other a quick hug and said hello before Miss Rae started introducing everyone else. First was Miss Amanda, she was Flora mother or as she was introduced Lady Flora. I could tell right away Miss Amanda was the one who everyone else in the group was looking up to but even she seemed to look to Miss Rae. Then we went down the rest of the lady's. Miss Sharon, Miss Ruth, Miss Sylvia and Lady Anna. The it was time for Miss Rae to introduce me. she told the group "This is Tiffany, She is a current members of the sorority and soon to be president of the house when Lady Flora graduates this year." Everyone clapped at that. "She is already showing great promise and I think might also make a good addition to our world as well" Miss Rae added. everyone seemed very excited at this idea. What did she mean? there world? And what about announcing me is the next president? it hasn't even been brought up to the house yet?
My mind was going a thousand miles a minute at this point but I tried my best to stay calm and just smile. All the lady's got in to small talk and the. Miss Rae's phone rang. She looked down and looked at the message and then simply put her phone back in her pocket. She looked at me and said "Tiff, would you be a dear and go check on the kids for me. Grace says everyone is down and the rooms cleaned up." "Yes Miss Rae, I would be happy too." I said as I started to excuse myself from the group. "I'll go with you if that's ok" Flora spoke up. I need to stretch my legs a bit anyway. For a quick moment I was worried, What if I needed to check or even change Grace? what if she didn't have everything done up there? Miss Rae suddenly spoke up and said "That's perfect, it will give you lady's a chance to talk some more as well." So I accepted and Flora and I started to walk back to the house.
As we walked back to the house I looked at Flora and said "I didn't know you knew Miss Rae". Flora smiled at me and replied "Oh yes I have known Miss Rae for a few years now. After my mother joined the group she had the lady's all over at her house and soon I was introduced to them all. I got to see what being in the group did for her and knew I needed to join when I could. So now I am." "Well that's so great to hear." I said. Truly unsure how to respond to all of this. "What about you, It sounds like you have a good connection to the group now and could be joining very soon, And with Miss Rae's and the group backing you your a sure thing for the next president" Flora added. "Well to be honest I haven't really thought about it yet. I was still focused on the president role and everything else going on. The group seems like so much more right now." I said. Flora laughed a little said "It's fine, I know it's a lot but you'll be ok. I'm here for you to help make sure you have anything you need right now. You are me sister first and foremost." By this point we were reaching the top of the stairs in the house. We made it to the kids playroom and both looked around. Grace was sitting in the couch waiting. "Oh hi Flora, what are you doing here" Grace asks in shock at seeing her with me at the moment." Flora just said "Miss Rae and My family have been friends for a long time."
I walked in the room and looked around a little and yes it looked like everything was cleaned up. I peeked in the bathroom and it was also all cleaned up with the princess potty seat still sitting on the toilet Incase any little ones needed it over night. I came back over to the main room where Grace was now standing and talking to Flora and said "Well sweetie, It looks like you have everything ready. Did you want to come down with us or did you want to go lay down for a while and I can come get you when its time to head back to the house.?" Grace said she would like to come down with us for a while so I agreed and we turned to start walking back. Flora suddenly spoke up "Before we go back you should probably check on her, Tiff". Grace went pale as soon as she heard the words and I turned back to look at Flora "What?" I asked. "It's fine lady's. I don't care about it but you should probably make sure she doesn't need to change or go potty before we head down." She replied so nonchalantly. "How....How did you know" Grace asked. Flora just said "Grace, sweetie I suppose to know about my house. It's fine, I haven't told anyone. Your secret is safe." I reached over and grabbed Graces skirt and lifted in a little and reach for her pull up to check it. It felt dry at the moment so I said "She's right baby, you don't need to worry about anything. You feel dry right now but do you need to go potty?" I asked "Why don't we try to be safe" I added. I grabbed Graces hand and started to walk her to the bathroom. Grace didn't say a word and just followed. I helped her pull down her legs and Pull up and sat her on the potty. See took a second and then made a little tinkle and looked up at me. I check the pull up since it was down, I took the time to check it again, It was a tiny bit wet but still ok. I just gave her a little look and pulled everything back up and had her wash her hands.
The 3 of us started to go back to the party, Grace and I holding hands. when we reached the back door and Grace looked out she had a shocked look on her face at everything. "Wow" she said. We reentered the part and Flora excused herself to talk to some others and Grace and I went on to find Miss Rae. We found her a few minutes later walking around "So how was everything, In order?" Miss Rae asked. "Yes Ma'am, Grace did a great job." Miss Rae smiled happily "That's good, and did our little one need to change?" Miss Rae added. "No ma'am she was fine and I made sure she tried before we came back down" I told her. "Very nice. Well you two enjoy the part" She told us. The rest of the of the night went without incident and we just had some fun at the party. About 2 hours later I could tell Grace was getting tiered and we were going to have a big day tomorrow so I suggested we head home. Grace agreed and we started to head back to the house. On the way back up we found Miss Rae again and let her know that we would be heading out for the evening. She wished us a good night and again thanked us for everything. Grace and I went back in to get out things, we went upstairs to the guest room where we left our bags and grabbed everything. I decided it would be better to change Grace to the dress we got her before going home so she would be more comfy on the ride. We got the maid outfit off and I grabbed the dress. As I turned to put it on her I noticed her pants were a little puffy. I stopped and checked her and she had wet her pull up. "Grace your wet, why didn't you say anything?" I asked her. "Well ummm, I didn't think it was that bad and it just happens we were walking back...I'm sorry" she said. I stopped her and just laid her down. I walked to the other room and grabbed a pull up and came back in. I changed her really quick in to a new pull up and got the dress on her. we stopped and tossed it in the diaper pail on the way out.
We loaded in the car and made our way home. By the time we got there she was asleep in my car. I woke her as much as I could and helped her to our room. I stripped her down to just her diaper and got her in her bed and then got myself changed and in my bed for the night. Tomorrow is going to be a long day.
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HIII I just want to say I really love your Lawlu baby. It brings me so much joy and I read it 6 time already haha. Do you have more ideas for this amazing AU? Thanks you :D
I have no idea when this is from, I'm sorry!!
Thank you so much for reading and liking my AU!
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~Lawlu Baby Things~
Well, they've since been named Cora and Ace.
Cora being older than Ace meant a few things. One, he had to make sure the dummy didn't get hurt. Two, he needed to share his food with him sometimes. Three, and he had to share his parents.
That was lotsa responsibility! He falls a lot! He doesn't want to share his food, especially the yummy meat! And, he wants attention too!
His daddy had said he was cranky because he had a temperature. And Cora thinks it's true, because his daddy is a doctor that fixes some people. His other papa was holding him while they sat on the rocking chair. "Cora, we can't be getting sick now, we have an adventure to go on tomorrow!"
"Gotta take Ace too?" he mumbles.
His daddy laughs, "Yes. Don't be so mad a him, it was an accident."
"He sneezed on me, his fault I have boogers now," he glares at his parents, but especially hard at the sleeping one-year-old in his dad's arms.
"You know, he gets that anger and spritefullness from you," his papa laughs, quite loudly too.
"It's spitefulness, Luffy."
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Sanji loves babysitting his godsons, he does...truly. But when he needs to take care of them AND be in the same room as Zoro...well he'd rather eat unseasoned food.
"Could you please help me entertain them, I'm trying to cook."
"But this is entertaining," Zoro grins.
Ace is sitting on the counter trying to taste each and every ingrediant, including the raw eggs! No smacking of hands deters that one, Sanji just gets smacked right back. Cora has been sneaking candy into his mouth, most likely going to get sick of it and ruin his appetite. Okay that was a lie, kid can eat. They're not half of Luffy for nothing.
"Why are you even here?" Sanji glowers.
"Law said you'd be cooking, so thought I might join you. Free meal and all," Zoro shrugs.
"Fib! Fib!" Ace yells. "Papa said no fibbing!"
Zoro visibly redddens, "Did Luffy also tell you that kids that say fib, get bullied?!"
"No, but daddy did say you always stare at Uncle Sanji's butt. And that you two would probably get married before we get another baby sibling," Cora states.
"Oh that does it, both of you go play outside!" Zoro chases after the two boys, managing to wrangle up Ace just before running after Cora.
Sanji is left there speechless, and blushing. It is the first and only time he's ever burned a meal in over a decade.
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"Aunty Robin, what is the quickest way to muder someone?" Ace asks in his most polite and respectful manner.
"Well, I am a visual learner, how do you grasp your knowledge better?" She smiles at her two nephews. They are sharing some tea and biscuits out on her patio listening to the thundering rain.
"Pictures are good," Cora answers and his brother nods.
"Now why would my two sweetest nephews need this information?"
"Papa is mad that this one lady at daddy's work is giving him all the bad work days. We don't get to see him no more," Ace's demeanor shifts to a rather pathetic gloomy appearance.
"Oh dear, that does constitute murder," Robin sympathizes.
"We thought so too!" Cora grumbles. "Can you help us? We're cute, we'll be out of Impel Down in no time!"
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Law was lying on his stomach, head sideways on his arms as his youngest was coloring in his tattoos. Definitely a habit he learned from Luffy.
Cora and said husband were baking cookies as he and Ace watched a documentary on the most ridiculus crimes commited. Luffy said he knows the person who holds most of those spots. How he knows a ridiculous clown, he won't even ask.
"Dad,' Ace smacks his back to get his attention.
"What baby," Law turns a little to see him.
"You need more tattoos. I colored them all already."
"Why don't we just get you some tattoos?" The words are out of his mouth before he realizes what he'd done.
But Luffy heard it and started laughing his ass off, "Good luck!"
Yup, his boys were about to go crazy for removable tattoos.
#lawlu#law + luffy#one piece lawlu#lawlu baby#monkey d luffy headcanon#trafalgar law headcanon#lawlu ace#lawlu cora#lawlu cora and ace
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been very inactive on tumblr lately but say hi to my new son!!
his name is viuhti and i've had him for 2+ weeks now! he's adapted super well and is a very zoomy and cuddly little man. gets along great with sissel and surprisingly okay with milka too (despite her being a cranky 15 year old lady), she even gives him a bath occasionally.. i took great care to introduce them properly and i think it shows!
just look at him he's so good
#his asymmetrical head patterns make me think of chester a little and that's so beautiful#my cats#viuhti#roll rolling#my photo#my video
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