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cottontail20 · 5 years

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These days, when he wasn't with Wanda, Vision's head was often stuck in some pregnancy book or other, researching. Trying to keep track of his children's development as well as he could without actually being there.

Twelve weeks. His babies were the size of a lime. They were developing reflexes. Little hands opening and closing. Mouths making suckling movements.

Wanda may be experiencing heartburn. If she was, he hoped she wasn't suffering too much. --

Wanda rubbed at her chest, trying to calm the slight burning from the acid creeping up her throat.

"Just a minute.." Nat hurried about the kitchen, searching the cupboards. Kitchens had never been her area of expertise, but she grinned when she found a small squeeze bottle. "Ah, honey." She squirted some into a mug of warm milk, stirring it and taking it to Wanda. "Here. This is supposed to help with heartburn."

"Thanks, Nat." --

Thirteen weeks, Vision read. The boys were the size of pea pods. They had fingerprints now.

It was the last week of Wanda's first trimester. Most women's Morning Sickness began to fade around this time. He hoped Wanda's did. He had spent every morning of their last visit holding her hair out of the Toilet, with her constantly apologising to him.

She didn't need to apologise, of course. Vision was happy to take care of Wanda in any way she needed. But he did hope she was feeling better. --

After the first few months of her pregnancy, Wanda was pleasantly surprised when she woke one morning with only mild nausea, and no vomiting. She hoped this meant that the worst of her Morning Sickness had passed.

Vision loved making her breakfast when they were together, and it would be nice to actually enjoy it instead of spewing her burta out. --

Fourteen weeks. His sons were the size of lemons. They could squint, frown, and suck their thumbs. Their facial muscles were beginning to work harder.

Wanda would almost definitely be showing a little more now. In his mind's eye, Vision could just see her, cradling her growing belly.

Only two more weeks until he could see her for real. He missed her so much. --

"It's okay, baietii mei dulci." Wanda sighed, gently stroking her slightly larger baby bump. "Daddy is coming to see us soon. Only two more weeks."

The boys missed Vision. Wanda could tell. She missed him too, so much. --

Fifteen weeks. His children were the size of apples. They could sense light now. They were forming taste buds. It would be possible to tell that the boys were, in fact, boys.

Wanda may possibly have been feeling their first tiny movements, but she may not realise what they were. It would be a few more weeks before Vision could feel anything.

One more week until he saw her. --

"Hey, Wanda" Sam approached with a glass of water and some pills. "Nat told me to make sure you take your pre-natal.. Are you okay?"

"I think so.." Wanda's brow was furrowed, focusing. "I just.. I think I felt.. never mind." She took the glass from Sam, swallowing the pills. --

Sixteen weeks. Tommy and Billy were the size of Avocados. They were growing toenails. Their tiny hearts were pumping 25 quarts of blood a day.

Vision was excitedly packing his bag. Along with the rest of his things, he tucked in two small Teddy Bears.

His boys' first presents. --

This time, Wanda was left in a Flat borrowed from an ally of the Secret Avengers, waiting for Vision to arrive. She hoped Nat had given him the right address.

Then there was a knock at the door, and Wanda rushed to answer it. She knew it was Vision, felt his mind. Threw the door open to find him there.. and she felt the most wonderful rush of joy. Joy that was not entirely her own.

Wanda was happy to see Vision, of course, but it turned out she was not the only one.

"Dada! Dada's here!"

Now, coupled with that rush of joy, Wanda could no longer mistake the flutters in her belly for anything else, and she felt happy tears escape from her eyes.

"Wanda?" Vision frowned, dropping his suitcase to gather her in his arms. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong" Wanda chuckled softly.

"Then why are you crying?" He was confused.

"They're lacrimi de fericire, Vizh" She explained. "Happy tears. The twins are moving. And.. I can read them. They are very happy that you are here. They've missed you, and so have I."

"Oh.." One of Vision's hands drifted to Wanda's tummy. Her bump had definitely grown. She didn't have to lift her shirt for him to see it anymore. A smile spread over his face. "I've missed you all too." --

A short while later, Vision dug through his bag in search of his gifts for the boys.

As he searched, Wanda couldn't help noticing some of the bag's other contents. For example, he had brought a few of his pregnancy books with him.

"Vision.. those books.."

"Oh, Laura lent them to me" Vision explained with a smile, nodding towards her belly. "They help me keep track of what is happening with Tommy and Billy each week. And with you, of course. I read that you might get heartburn.."

"A bit, but it's okay. Nat brings me warm milk to counteract it."

"Alright. Let me know if you need some. Did you know the boys have toenails now?"

"I didn't" Wanda smiled softly, falling a little bit more in love with the man in front of her. "Thank you for telling me."

"You're welcome.. Aha!" He pulled the two Teddy Bears from his bag. "It's not too soon to bring the boys a first gift, is it?"

"Not at all."

"Do you think they will like them?"

Wanda chuckled, pulling Vision up to kiss him.

"They'll love them, Vizh. And I love you."

"I love you too, Wanda" He returned her kiss.

She and their sons meant everything to him now. Everything.

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Translation:

burta: Guts

baietii mei dulci: My Sweet little boys

#scarletvision #scarlet witch #the vision #vision marvel #vision mcu #wanda maximoff #wanda x vision #vision x wanda #Avengers #marvel

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dulcie-hernandez · 5 years

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Who are you? | Self-Para

As much as Dulcie felt weird admitting it, part of why she had been so eager to get back to MIT was because she knew there were girls there who she could count on to make her feel exactly like she craved. So much so that when she was finally settled back into her room, she had texted Ana to come over and see her. They hadn’t talked much over the break aside from some drunk texts and some shared comments on instagram. Still, Dulcie was fairly attracted to her and she knew that she’d at least have a good afternoon if she was over. As much as she had been craving a relationship, right now she just wanted to feel some sort of excitement, something that wasn’t so complicated. Her feelings had made it feel like she had just ended up back on her ass and for a little while she wanted a break from thinking so deeply about everything.

So when Ana got there, Dulcie didn’t waste time pulling her in for a kiss, backing them up against the door as her hands reached for the zipper on Ana’s jeans.

“Someone’s eager. You miss me Hernandez? I missed you,” Ana told her and Dulcie stayed quiet, instead focused on the jeans and how much she wanted Ana to shut up. Which was why she kissed her in hopes that it would push off the conversation.

And she got what she wanted when Ana started kissing down her body before stopping and looking up at her. “Are you gonna tell me you missed me? Come on, those Chicago girls are better than me?”

“Okay, yeah, I missed you,” Dulcie mumbled as she pushed off her own pants, pulling Ana back up to kiss her only to be pushed away, her demeanor falling even further as she watched Ana start to get dressed again. “You’re leaving? You just got here, are you really pissed cause I didn’t say I miss you? I thought I made it clear that I wanted to..you know..fuck, not go on a date or something.” She was clearly frustrated, feeling like a fool as she pulled her jeans back up.

“Yeah well I’m not just your play thing. I didn’t drive all the way over here for you to just fuck you and then leave. We’ve barely talked in months, Dulcie. You send me some drunk texts over break and then hit me up and I’m supposed to think you didn’t miss me? Who even are you? Cause you’re definitely not the girl I met last semester.”

Dulcie rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, feeling the heat rise in her cheek as she battled her emotional side and tried to let her anger win out over the tears that usually sprang to her eyes. “You were the one who stopped texting me first. And don’t stand there acting like you know me. You dont’ know me. Or who I am. We slept together twice Ana. We’re not exactly married and you having some weird kink where I need to tell you I missed you in order for you to make me cum is actually pretty ridiculous.”

She let out another sigh and scratched at her neck, feeling jittery and far too uncomfortable. “Look, I’m sorry if you felt..used or whatever but that wasnt’ my attention. I thought we were on the same page here.”

“You’re right, Dulcie, it was my mistake. I don’t know you. Clearly, I thought you were someone with feelings, who liked romance and what not, you know a little passion or something. But I guess there’s a reason one of my friends warned me about you. Said she saw on insta you’re close with someone she slept with once. I think her name is....Jill...or something. Nah, it’s Gillian. What a fucking name, huh? Turns out you two are just two peas in a pod like she said. Should’ve listened to her when she told me to stay away.”

The moment Gillian’s name was mentioned, Dulcie could feel her heart pounding in her ears, her anger winning out full stop as she stood up straight and looked Ana dead in the eyes. “Your friend was right, you should stay away from me. Because if you knew any better, you’d know that I don’t spend my time with judgemental little bitches like you. You don’t know me and you sure as hell don’t know my best friend so I suggest you take your stupid haircut and your subpar tongue game out of my fucking apartment.” Dulcie swung the door open, stopping it before it slammed back against the wall.

“And by the way, it’s your fucking loss because I’m sexy as hell and we both know I can make you cum way faster than you made me cum. So have fun dealing with that. Now get the fuck out.” Dulcie ignored whatever ignorant comments she threw her way before slamming the door shut behind her, feeling her hands shaking as she did so.

“What the fuck!” She screamed out loud, finding that the older she got, the more she cursed. She threw her hands up, staring up at the ceiling like it would give her some answer. She felt a few tears fall and groaned in frustration, reaching up to wipe her face quickly as she made her way back to her room, feeling ashamed and confused, not really sure why she had let the other girls words get to her so much. All she had wanted was for someone to treat her right but she didn’t want that with Ana, didn’t feel that sort of passion and so it was easier for her to not be attached. But was that wrong of her? Was she supposed to be with someone only if she felt that? She knew it was stupid and she was asking questions she already knew the answer too but the insecurity that the past twenty minutes had set off was burying itself deep in her chest and she was reminded of how young she still was, of how smart she was and yet how much she still didn’t understand.

She fell back on her bed and pulled her knees towards her chest, knowing that she wasn’t making the right choice as she reached for her phone and dialed the number she knew by heart, letting out a soft sigh when she heard the voice on the other line. “Hey, it’s me,” she told Tulip, closing her eyes for a moment. “Yeah, yeah I’m okay..I just wanted to hear your voice,” she admitted, knowing she was digging herself back into a hole but maybe she wasn’t as brave as she claimed and maybe she wasn’t as ready to let go as she thought.

#sp #who are you?#this is happening in a few days but like that dulcie muse was high lol #also u know proofreading never happens lol

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loveinclined-archive · 6 years

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headcanons : misc.

RE: MORE IMPORTANT/HEAVIER HEADCANONS RELATING TO CASSANDRA

alright so, since capella fell into a civil war when cassandra was 11, that’s kind of when she stopped going to school. ioavis was such a volatile time in her life as well- and forte and theon didn’t know shit about teaching a kid (beyond their respective professions). thea helped cassandra a little bit, but cassandra’s training as an augur came first.

it was only after cassandra had landed on pyrrah and met keandra again that she resumed any type formal education. while trying to read capellan texts on her inclination, cassandra realized just how poor her reading skills were. keandra tutored cassandra- honestly, he was the only one she would trust to help her. cassandra hates more than anything feeling st*pid, and would only let keandra see her that vulnerable.

cassandra learned enough math and science to maintain and fly her ship, and studied the history of many different planets- she only has a shallow knowledge of each one, since she was aiming to learn about as many as possible. cassandra also seriously resumed her studies in astrography that her grandmother had gotten her started on.

now cassandra has an above average reading level in capellan, and average reading levels in standard and english, and a very basic reading level in french.

alright so- at about age..14 or 15, cassandra stopped crying. cassandra’s time on ioavis was marked by constant high levels of stress, and for about ten years, when faced with something tragic or something that would make her cry, instead she would just shut down. in addition to just high stress, theon was…kind of an asshole. forte and theon both were. you know that one scene in “a league of their own” where tom hanks’ character yells at one of the players and says “there’s no crying in baseball!” yeah, theon and cassandra had a similar encounter. this idea of crying being a weakness was something theon instilled in her.

cassandra did not cry after forte’s death, instead she just went numb. she didn’t speak, she didn’t eat- once she started feeling again, she turned all that grief into anger, and that’s pretty much what got her through the rest of her time on ioavis- just running off anger.

after leaving ioavis, cassandra went to train with thea, and it could not have come at a better time. thea helped cassandra work through her issues- she still struggles with depression, along with enormous amounts of survivors guilt, but thea helped her learn how to cope with it all.

but cassandra didn’t really break down and cry until she saw keandra again. cassandra was overfilled with joy and relief- she wasn’t the last capellan! she wasn’t all alone in the universe. cassandra and keandra both cried for a good twenty minutes, and that’s kind of the turning point for cassandra. when she needs to, she cries. she tends to be an angrier crier.

see, cassandra might seem like she’s careless with fire- when she’s around people who know about her, she does use it pretty freely. but…she’s got an insane amount of control over it. the fact that she is able to use her powers so nonchalantly is a testament to how many hours she’s put into honing her inclination. she never starts a fire she can’t put out or one that will hurt someone unintentionally.

cassandra, in general, cultivates this reputation of being carefree and just…chill but almost in a bad way. she also acts kinda…airheaded at times too. like, oh she’s so flippant and clueless, she can’t possibly be dangerous. she wants her enemies to underestimate her.

…but when a friend calls into question her control or competence, cassandra gets very hurt. she is more than she appears to be, and she has put in so much time and energy honing her inclination and her clairvoyance- to have that insulted, however mildly, gets cassandra very upset.

after the fall of capella, cassandra couldn’t stand how silent her ship was- which seemed huge and sterile to a traumatized twelve year old. so she turned to music to fill that void. now…capellans have a slightly different view of music that humans simply because music is just…talking? or at the very least, instrumental music can be used to convey ideas and emotions. so it was less…music music and more of just background chatter.

when atlas was destroyed and dulcie died, cassandra was completely overwhelmed by the silence, both in her head, since she had gotten so used to atlas’ presence, and…in her life. paola was still there but nothing was the same. so, again, cassandra turned to music. now that her perception of music has changed from simply talking to this emotional outlet, it meant more i think?

when cassandra gets to earth, she’s that neighbor that always has her music too loud and while she always apologizes…she rarely changes it for long. it’s a huge coping mechanism but she’s rarely comfortable enough with someone to actually say that.

this is why cassandra takes immense joy in how loud her family is. she isn’t bothered in the slightest and will?? never police them on their volume. her fear of silence does start to lessen, but it never goes away. and she’s honestly just developed a love?? of noise because of it.

cassandra very rarely loses her temper honestly?? she’s not the yelling and screaming type unless it’s with someone she cares deeply about - the two obvious (and mostly likely) ones paola and splinter. when cassandra gets angry, she’s far more prone to storming away and sulking than yelling, so that she can recollect herself and not say something that she’ll regret.

when does lose her temper and gets extremely angry, she starts crying. but she hates this, and if you back down because she’s crying, it’ll only make her angrier.

and in an argument, she’s far more likely to wear a poker face and map out the conversation via her clairvoyance. again, only paola and splinter really see her get worked up in the moment and just keep barreling through the argument whilst angry.

okay so, because earth’s gravity is so much weaker than capella’s, cassandra will wake up some nights, usually disoriented by her visions, and feel almost completely weightless- like she’s just going to fly off the surface of the earth. this is a terrifying experience for cassandra- despite the fact that she loves floating in her ship’s gravity chamber, the feeling like she’s going to fly right off the earth is so scary because she has no control over it.

if she’s sleeping alone, she’ll grab the edges of the mattress, as if trying to keep herself from flying away. if she’s with splinter, she’ll usually accidentally wake him up when she wakes up, and ask him to either hold her or lay on her. the feeling of his arms holding her tightly or the weight of his body on top of her makes her feel grounded. he’ll usually whisper affirmations to her (”you’re safe, you’re alright, this is real, i’m here, nothing’s going to harm you”) until she relaxes enough to fall back asleep.

the thing about adjusting to earth’s climate is that everything that’s different from capella was a million times worse on pyrrah.

it was so much hotter on pyrrah than it is on earth, and definitely than it was on capella. so cassandra eventually got used to that.

as for culture…cassandra lived in france for the first…two years? i think it was? maybe three- on earth, and cassandra had done a lot of research on earth in general, but especially on france, in the two months it took her to get there. i haven’t really thought much about her time in france- that’s something i need to work on tbh

cassandra doesn’t understand american politics at all. on capella there was lot more involvement in politics and everyone was critical of it- especially because of the ‘capellan cycle’, where a government would exist on capella for a few centuries before being overthrown and replaced for a few more centuries. so especially for cassandra, who was the daughter of a political thinker and revolutionary, and a capellan who grew up at the end of the current government’s cycle, she grew up very critical of authority and very aware of what was going on in the government. so the way americans know they’re unhappy with their government, but always know exactly what’s wrong with it or how to fix it, and are at times unwilling to put in the effort to change it…doesn’t make sense to cassandra

another thing cassandra doesn’t understand is like…consumerism. like this culture of constantly buying more, or espECIALLY things being made to be broken and replaced. for most of capella’s history resources were scarce, so shit had to be built to last for a LONG time. and this mindset never went away, even when capella began trading with other planets. so cassandra’s just ???? at how everything on earth is made to be replaced.

cassandra always gets very solemn and quiet on the day capella fell, lost in her own thoughts and guilt, and she usually reaches out to keandra (and to a lesser extent, brooklyn) on that day because they’re all in bad places on that day.

also consider- everyone knowing this is a bad day for cassandra and doing their best to make her smile in their own ways. everyone gives her 100x more hugs and makes sure she knows that they love her

it should be noted that before getting to pyrrah, with the exception of her time without her ship on ioavis, cassandra pretty much lived off of the food stored in her capellan caravel. usually these foods are dehydrated to make them last longer, and while they’re not…especially tasty, there was enough on the ship for 50+ people to live on for one year. so cassandra really had no need for money, since capellan ships don’t use fuel like earth ships do, and there were uniforms on board for clothing.

however, most of the clothing was far too big for cassandra, who was very short by capellan standards when she was a child, and this was the primary reason she learned how to sew- so she could make adjustments so she wasn’t tripping over her pants at the very least.

when on pyrrah, cassandra began an apprenticeship under a ship mechanic, and after a year cassandra was offered a job there. at the time, she was living with the royal family, so again…she pretty got whatever she needed, and all the money she made was saved up.

later on, after leaving pyrrah and parting ways with keandra, cassandra began to take up work as a translator, working with countless universities and libraries across the galaxy and translating thousands of audio files, all recorded in capellan.

while it is possible to understand capellan without knowing the meaning of the way it’s sung, a lot of subtle details are lost that way. so cassandra’s knowledge of the capellan language was sought after by many, especially since she’s thought to be one of the last two capellans left.

working as a translator also allowed cassandra to work while still traveling- having any and all files that needed translation sent to her ship.

on cassandra’s ship there’s a bunch of pictures on this shelf of

paola, cassandra and keandra

cassandra and dulcie

cassandra’s family photo

cassandra and brooklyn

cassandra, brooklyn, jayjay and owl

cassandra, brooklyn, keandra, and dulcie

cassandra, keandra, paola & the royal family of pyrrah

cassandra,oriel, nikola, theon, and forte

honestly the worst thing about work is that she can’t just say “i have a family emergency” because no one knows she has a family. so a lot of people think she’s flaky and unreliable when really, she’s just a good mom trying to help her sons take on an alien invasion.

this is somewhat resolved by the end of season one, because josie becomes the new fire chief (something that might have gone to cassandra had she not had to leave work so frequently), and josie knows that cassandra is an alien and that she’s protecting…someone. josie doesn’t know about the turtles completely just yet.

by season three, josie knows everything, and will cut cassandra slack when she says she has an emergency, which helps ease cassandra’s mind a lot once the city is back in order.

fireproof clothing is the norm on capella and it’s easy to find throughout the galaxy simply because there are so many races that can create/manipulate fire or are fireproof themselves, but before cassandra got her hands on a good amount of fireproof clothes, she frequently burned off the sleeves of her shirts by accident. her fire generally starts behind her shoulders and is pushed down her arms, and then out. so eventually cassandra had…no sleeves on her shirts.

now, however, most of her wardrobe is fireproof so she doesn’t have to worry about that anymore.

cassandra undergoes her final inclination shift near the end of ‘winter in the woods.’ the emotions that cassandra has used to power/anchor her inclination are, in this order; rage, guilt, wonder, and love.

after dulcie’s death, her inclination fizzles out for about six months. she feels numb, and therefore has nothing to power her inclination with. when she gets to earth, it’s a little better, but she doesn’t have that strong emotional core that she used to, so she’s relying on passing emotions.

if anything, her powers are loosely tied to her pride, since every time she uses her powers to a greater extent, she’s trying to show off. but she has no…real core to rely on here. and because she’s falling in love with this family, it’d make sense for her to connect her powers to that love.

in later chapters of “winter in the woods,” she uses her powers more and more, and it’s out of a desire to protect, because of that love she has. and once the main plot of witw is over, it’d make so much sense that’d it happen almost subconsciously.

cassandra admits to being afraid to her loved ones fairly easily. she only puts up a tough facade if she’s face to face with an enemy. she’ll admits she is/was scared, then reassure her loved ones that it’s okay if they were scared too. and this is something she got from her mothers- cammilyn would freely admit when she was nervous before a speech, and evelyn was always honest when she was afraid. knowing someone else is scared can help one feel better- knowing that their fears are nothing to be ashamed of, and that even if they’re scared, they can still move forward, and make everything turn out okay

#long post //#♥ ╎ and the universe said everything you need is within you. / headcanons : all.#♥ ╎ AND THE UNIVERSE SAID I LOVE YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE LOVE. / headcanons : cassandra.

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tendernessfic · 6 years

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Twenty One

I feel sunlight streaming into the room, which immediately wakes me up. I turn to look at Jamie, who was still in dreamland, butt-naked as he had probably kicked the covers off sometime through the night. I stifle a giggle as I pull the covers back over him and step out of bed. I grab my nightgown that was tossed onto the floor due to our activities last night and put it back on, making sure to grab some panties from the drawer. Making my way towards the door, I pulled my robe down from the hook on the wall and exited the room. It was still early so I doubt anyone else was awake.

As I walked in the direction of the kitchen, I took a look at some of the family pictures on the wall. It’s funny how at first glance, none of them looks like each other but once you study it, you find out they’re almost identical. Good genes definitely run in the family. I make some coffee for myself and walk out to the back porch, sitting down on the outdoor couch. I could definitely get used to this, enjoying the beautiful scenery and morning breeze while I wait for Jamie and the kids to wake up. In the midst of enjoying the peace, I hear the door slide open and out walks Jessica.

“Good morning.” I say to her.

“Hi.” She replies curtly as she takes a sip from her own cup.

The awkward silence was too overwhelming so I decided to end it, “Jessica, I-”

“Look,” she cuts me off as she sighs and takes a seat next to me, “Jamie said yesterday that if I wanted to judge you then I might as well do it to your face. I know you’re trying, Dakota, I really am but I just- I find it hard to believe that you’re sitting here instead of Millie.”

I nod at her, “I know, this entire thing is probably a little bit fucked up in your head.”

“Glad we both agree on that.”

“Jamie tells me you’re really close with Millie?”

She looks down at her cup and starts nodding, “Yeah, I liked her from the very beginning. We understood each other, had the same sense of humour, I felt like she was part of the family way before Jamie even considered marriage.”

“It might be hard for you to believe but I think Millie’s a wonderful person.” I smile when she looks at me, “I have to admit that in the beginning, she gave me a hard time. But then again who could blame her, I’d do the same thing if I were in her place.”

She thinks for a while before continuing, “Millie used to talk to me about you.”

“I can’t say I’m surprised.”

“It only started a month after you started filming the first movie,” she agrees with me, “she says Jamie seems different, cautious almost around her. And he has this sort of guilty look every time he comes home. At first, she figured it’s because he thought she wasn’t used to him doing sex scenes, but then she noticed the way he acts around you. She said that he had this look that made it seem as if he was picturing what his life could’ve been if he had been with you instead.”

I make circles around the rims of my coffee cup, “When I first met Jamie, I didn’t even think that I could fall in love with him. The fact that he was married turned me off even more. I always thought that our chemistry was nothing more than friendship, turns out I was wrong.”

“When did you start, you know, falling for him?”

“Well,” I start, “around that month Millie started talking to you. We were filming a scene that Jamie kept messing up and I remember how I couldn’t stop laughing. All of a sudden Jamie just grabbed me in his arms and started tickling me, letting me know that he won’t stop unless I did. After he let me go he sort of just stood there for a while, looking me in the eyes before finally turning away. That was the exact moment I realized just how fucked I was.”

She surprises me by laughing, “You’d think that he’d be a little subtler.”

“Jamie is Jamie, subtle isn’t in his vocabulary.”

She smiles back before asking, “Did you two ever…while he was still-”

“No,” I shook my head immediately, “I would never do that, and neither would Jamie.”

Her expression stated that she was impressed, “I think the reason why I’ve always pictured you a certain way is because I always thought the two of you went behind Millie’s back.”

“Jamie and I had an understanding,” I tell her, “we both knew that we wanted each other in an emotional way, not a physical one.”

“I heard he came to you when he was getting a divorce.”

“Yeah, I was really pissed when he did that.”

Her eyes widened, “Really?”

“Oh, totally,” I breath out, “Jamie and I had spoken a year before that about us. He made it clear that he wasn’t going to leave his wife for me in the interest of his kids. I agreed with him and told him that I didn’t want to break up a marriage anyway. But then he waltzes in and tells me, me out of all people that he’s getting a divorce. I felt betrayed, almost.”

“But you still loved him.”

I smiled, “Yes. I don’t think there’s anything that could ever stop me from loving him. It’s funny because I didn’t think I could ever feel this way for someone. I’ve always been a skeptic on the idea of giving yourself over completely to someone simply because they often end up hurting you. With Jamie, it’s different. I feel like I’m completely safe when I’m with him because I know for a fact that he loves me too. He’s risked so much for me and despite everything else, he still stays. Sometimes I wish that we’d had met before he ever gotten married, it would’ve been much easier. But then I think about the fact that Elva and Dulcie wouldn’t be here and I wouldn’t want that to happen.”

She takes another sip of her coffee, “I can see that you know, how much you love them.”

“So much, Jess,” I pleaded, “kids were also something I didn’t think I could ever do. I mean I love them, but I never thought about raising my own. And then here come these two little girls who I would die for, who bring a smile to my face every single day. I feel like I’ve truly become a grown-up after the past six months.”

She places her cup on the table, “You want to know why I’ve been giving you such a hard time?”

I smile softly, “You weren’t that bad.”

She scoffs, “Yeah I think that’s an understatement. Honestly, it probably has nothing to do with you I mean you’ve been nothing but nice to me. It’s just that… I’m still in denial that I was right.”

“What do you mean?”

Her brows furrowed, “When Jamie first started telling me about you all those years ago, I had this feeling that sorta said, he’s going to end up with her.” She pointed at me, “I hated it so much it made me sick but as the years went by, it became obvious that I was right. That was the first time in my entire life I wished I was wrong, Dakota you have to understand that. I didn’t want my best friend to get hurt and I wanted to protect the kids.”

“I know the feeling.”

“I kept on thinking that keeping the marriage was what was best for the kids. But then one night Millie came over and just said that she didn’t want to try anymore.”

“Jamie said the exact same thing.”

Her gaze flipped to mine, “And what was that?”

“He basically said that the only reason they were still happy were their kids. They figured that it was better for them to separate instead of letting the girls grow up thinking that-”

“The only kind of love in this world is acceptance.”

I smiled, “Yeah.”

She turned so that she was completely facing me, “I’m sorry, Dakota.”

“Jess, honestly it’s no big deal. I know that just by being here I’m already crossing a certain line and I don’t ever want to get in the way of your friendship with Millie. In fact, I admire you for having such strong views and opinions. Trust me when I say, I’d do the exact same thing.” I reach over and hold her hand.

She gives my hand a squeeze, “My kids adore you, might as well start warming up to you.”

“Mama?” a sleepy voice cuts in on our conversation.

I look in the direction of the doorway and see a half-conscious Elva rubbing her eyes, “Hey baby, what are you doing up?”

“I needed to pee.”

I stand up and pick her up, “Do you want to go back to bed?”

She shakes her head, “I want breakfast.”

“Jesus it’s like they implanted Jamie into a young girl.” Jessica throws her head back in laughter.

I grin and give Elva a kiss, “Come on, let’s see what’s inside.”

After giving Elva a bowl of cereal, Jess and I start working on breakfast for the entire family. Elva watches happily as she downs her bowl of cornflakes and I get some waffles going. It wasn’t long after that we hear Jamie’s heavy footsteps appear. He freezes from afar, clearly taken aback at the sight of his sister and myself joking around, cooking, as if the past few days didn’t happen.

“How long was I in a coma for?”

Jessica rolls her eyes, “It’s the year 2030, we are clones of the real Jessica and Dakota, designed to fulfil your every need.”

“Not funny.”

I giggle and make my way to him with a waffle in one hand, “Do you want eggs or anything?” I push the waffle into his mouth.

He takes a bite, “I would like to know what I missed.” He looks back and forth between us.

Jessica glances at me and winks, “Good girls don’t kiss and tell.”

“You kissed my sister? That’s how you made up?”

“Oh yeah,” I nod and walk back to Elva, “and she’s a much better kisser than you are.”

Jamie glares at me, “Take that back.”

“Oh lighten up, James.” Jessica turns around and places the fried bacon on a plate, “Whatever happened between us stays between us.”

Jamie looks at the both of us in disbelief before sitting himself on one of the kitchen stools, “I’m glad you two made up but if you made out now that’s just stealing my property, Jess.”

“Excuse me?” I ask him, “Your property?”

Jess points at Jamie using her spatula, “You see, Dakota? This is why he bothers me all the time.”

Elva starts to laugh at us bickering and we followed her soon after. Jessica turns back to fry some more bacon while Jamie holds his arms out for me to walk into.

“I am no one’s property.” I poke his nose.

He groans, “You’re mine.”

“Please do not quote lines from the movie.”

“Why not? They’re my lines anyway.”

“Because that is a foul, Dornan you gotta win me over with some originality.”

He looks at me with amusement, “Fine then. I’m yours, Dakota.”

A grin breaks across my face as I give him a quick kiss. I notice Jessica staring at us as I pull away.

“I’m still the better kisser, aren’t I?”

Jamie throws his hands up in the air, “Oh for the love of God!”

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ultimatescenarios · 7 years

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How about the DR1 girls when their s/o brings home a stray kitten they found out in a storm?

I loved writing this so much!! Thanks for the adorable request!

- Mod Saihara

Aoi Asahina:

When you walk inside drenched from the rain she’s immediately worried though she pauses upon noticing the cat in your hands.

She’s never really been amazingly fond of cats, Hina has always like dogs more seeing as they were very fluffy!

Though the one you have looks adorable…

You ask her if you can keep it and explain where you found it.

How could she say no to that? For the rest of the day you both gush over how cute the small cat is and make sure it’s warm and cozy.

Once it stops raining she’s quick to buy a neat and cute collar as well as a tag for the small cat.

You two decide to name her Dulcie and after a bit of research on your part you learn she’s a Bobtail kitten!

More often than not you have to prevent Hina from feeding her sweets and human foods

Celestia Ludenburg:

Seeing as Celest already had her own cat you were sure that by bring home this stray it wouldn’t be a big deal.

You were wrong.

“I will not allow Grand Bois Chéri Ludenberg to be tainted by the revolting stray! It probably has rabies!”

You explained to her that you would make sure to get its rabies shot and that the little kitten was far too cute to taint anything!

So you guys, much to Celest dismay, kept the cat.

The kitten was sweet though not the brightest and always seemed to get into trouble.

The exact opposite of Grand Bois Chéri, Though amazingly and surprisingly they seemed to get along well.

The two got along so well that they got matching collars and food bowls!

You named the cat Tonkinese kitten named Akira, and after a while Akira grew on Celest.

She ended up pampering him the same way she pampered Grand Bois.

Chihiro Fujisaki:

When you explain the situation with the small kitten Chihiro’s eyes soften towards it and she’s instantly sympathetic to it.

She’s quick to agree that you should keep the cat though she hasn’t had an animal before so she isn’t too sure how to take care of it.

Though you teach her how much to feed the kitten, how to bath it, and how to play with it!

She would often have the cat curled up on her legs while she programmed.

Chihiro was very attached to the kitten and whenever she started panicking it seemed that the only things able to calm her down were you and the cat.

The cat was a Munchkin kitten and you named her Perl in reference to a Programming Language.

Junko Enoshima:

Junko hates cats, so when you come to her with this disgusting and wet cat she’s immediately grossed out.

“Ew put that thing back where you found it!”

After much whining and pouting she agrees to deal with the cat, though she wants it no where near her and refuses to pet it.

Though much to her dismay the cat l o v e s her, probably more than it loves you. And tries to be close to her any moment it can.

Sometimes when she’s standing around it’ll sit on the toe on her heals and take a cat nap.

Around the time that this begins is around the time she starts enjoying the cats presence.

Junko begins buying it cute collars that match her outfits.

Sometimes when you two go out she’ll carry the cat in her big purse.

The cat is a cute Birman that you named Brona!

Kyouko Kirigiri:

She wouldn’t publicly admit it but she has a huge soft spot for cats! So when you approach her with the small feline cover in water, she is intrigued.

It doesn’t take much for her to agree to keep it, the only issue she has is her not wanting cat hair everywhere.

The cat instantly has respect for her and listens very well, though with nearly anyone else it’s very rude and knocks things over.

And coincidentally Kirigiri “Doesn’t notice” though if she does happen to notice she’s quick to clean the mess up.

You two buy the at a simple collar and matching food and water bowl, Kirigiri pampers your cat well in this sense by only getting the best and most expensive things for the small kitten.

She often can be found reading mystery novels with the cat sitting in her lap looking interested in what Kirigiri was doing.

The cat was an Abyssinian the you two named Amoun.

Sakura Oogami:

Sakura took a neutral opinion on cats, she believed they were cute but she had never knew how to take care of them.

So when you came to her holding a cat wrapped in a blanket that seemed to be shivering she was..unsure on how she should act.

However she did agree that the most kind and respectable thing would be for you two to take care of the small feline.

The cat took a while to warm up to Sakura though even it when did it seemed to stay at a distance.

Sakura didn’t mind though, in fact the less cat hair on her the better. She found it difficult to remove from clothing.

Really and truly the only attachment Sakura had for the cat was the fact that she found it’s tiny form to be adorable.

Other than that it was simply something she kept for your enjoyment.

The kitten in question was named Nina and she was a small Tabby cat.

Sayaka Maizono:

As soon as she spotted the kitten Sayaka was gushing over it and cuddling it. And the cat hated it.

Yet even so she insisted on bathing it and helping you take care of it by buying it a collar and the things it needed.

Though almost anything Sayaka did for the kitten it seemed to hate her for it!

She would often try to get selfies with the kitten in them only to have pictures of the cat clawing her or looking utterly angry.

You thought it was utterly hilarious.

After a few months the cat grew to deal with Sayaka though still held a small disdain for her.

And she ended up growing to not like the cat.

The male cat was named Adna and he was a Korat breed!

Touko Fukawa:

Tokou was allergic to cats so….you were unable to bring it anywhere near her in fear of her sneezing and well, the obvious happening.

Though she did help you find the tiny kitten a home once the rain storm was over!

She agreed to get a different animal if you’d like, such as uhh one that didn’t have hair! Like a fish?

Mukuro Ikusaba:

Mukuro loves cats and animals in general! So upon seeing you carry the sick looking cat she gets visibly concerned.

She’s quick to help you take care of it and get the proper shots it needs.

The cat is a bti frightened of Mukuro at first though learns to love her after a few weeks!

And she almost cried over the sudden change!

When she starts feeling especially bad the kitten seems to notice and warms up even more to her.

It’ll often curl up in her lap and take small naps with her. It never fails to make her smile and gush even more.

The kitten is named Adri and she is a small Bombay cat!

#mod saihara #mukuro ikusaba #kyoko kirigiri #junko enoshima #sayaka maizono #celestia ludenberg #touko fukawa #sakura oogami #chihiro fujisaki #aoi asahina #dangan ronpa imagines

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lyndakiwi · 7 years

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A new direction

Jill & I had worked hard at our business & seen it grow from a small enterprise in a tiny garage in Central Ave, to a thriving company in premises in Port Road. We had taken on extra staff & were producing signs for companies on a National basis. One of our clients was Michael Hill Jeweller who I got to know pretty well. It helped that, as I said previously, that his wife had taught me art at High School, even so they demanded a high standard of workmanship the challenge of which I thrived on, & I took a great deal of pride knowing that we were supplying a top product for their new shops & refits. At one stage we were doing a shop every month & at the beginning of 1998 they gave me a forward plan in January for the rest of the year!. Additionally we had other top clients like Foodstuffs & Lion Breweries plus we also contracted to a number of large companies in Auckland & Wellington. Working Nationally put us in contact with many other sign companies in New Zealand & we built a great network of installers & also enhanced our reputation.

Jill was heavily involved with Zonta, having given away her work with Plunket & the Whangarei Childcare Centre & as the girls had grown up now she was no longer involved with PTA. Even so she never felt as though Whangarei was home & she surprised me one day when she suggested that we should maybe look to buy a house in the South Island. I had always loved it down there but I had to stress that whilst I was keen on the idea I wasn't so keen of living too far down the island. So in about the Easter of 2000 we went to Christchurch to visit Jill's sister & husband & I also believe at that time that Jill's eldest daughter Dulcie was living with them as well so it was a well timed visit.

While we were there we scouted around for properties, but it was only on a morning call in to see Jill's cousin Sharon that things got serious. Sharon's husband Steve was the main mover & shaker at Harcourts Realty & he basically said "look, houses are not gong to get any cheaper you may as well buy now", & promptly dug out a few properties for us to look at. Jill was rather struck on a place called Woodend which is just north of Christchurch...she liked the name. Long story short, we found a perfect place there, made an offer, it was accepted & we purchased it. It would be 5 years before we could move in ourselves & in the interim it was rented.

We flew back down to take possession of the place 6 weeks later & stayed long enough to take a video inside & out.....just to remind us. On visits to Christchurch we would often park at the bottom of the driveway & look at it thinking, 'one day'.

Back to reality & back to Whangarei. Things carried on pretty well as they had since that fateful night some years earlier, except my wardrobe had grown somewhat & I was now doing my own makeup. Whenever we went away, which we did often, I would always accompany Jill when she went on a shopping spree, especially (of course) when she was looking for something for herself. Whilst she looked around for a new dress or top, I would be browsing myself & would often find something I liked & say out loud "do you think this would look OK on Lynda ?". Jill would often answer one way or the other & it always amused us that we could talk openly like that without anyone knowing our secret. Jill would sometimes alter my skirts as quite often they would be too long, she always said I wouldn't suit a dress, which is funny as these days I have quite a few & love wearing them.

All this was fine but for the fact that we had Jill's mother to think about. Dot was an incredibly inquisitive woman & she knew that something was 'going on' & if there was anything she hated more it was the not knowing. Jill of course was paranoid about her finding out & would almost faint with anxiety should I show my face downstairs at night even briefly, such was her fear of discovery. I had a solution to change the sliding door that adjoined our two parts of the house, & install a solid lockable one. Jill was quite agreeable to this idea but, oh my God, when her Mum found out there was hell to pay & she didn't speak to me properly for weeks after. Looking back, I see what a terrible snub it was, but I believed that it was worth it to ease Jill's fears. Dot was also of the habit of taking a bath now & then & as the only tub was upstairs in our area she would use that. I honestly believe to this day that whilst we were at work she took the odd peep into our room, whether it went further is anyone's guess, but suffice to say I recon she knew all about me but you see she couldn't say anything, for to do so would have left herself open to question. It must have driven her nuts.

Don't get me wrong, I loved Dot. She was without a doubt one of those folks you meet & never forget, as she would say "she was as funny as a fart!". That's funny ha,ha by the way. What was funnier is that while all this was playing out, my father in law Terry would be downstairs reading a book, smoking a fag with the National program playing away on the radio. In those moments he was oblivious to everything, I often think a bomb could have gone off & he wouldn't have moved a muscle. He was a lovely man & I loved him dearly, he was a mentor & friend, his wise counsel often got me through some tough times & I will never forget him.

Some Dotisms: "its all the same but its different". "listen to those shishados". "come on, lets get it over with" I could probably think of more but not right now, but I know one thing for sure.....Abba's Dancing Queen will be going hard out in heaven. :)

next time, my parents in all this & selling our house in Whangarei.

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tendernessfic · 6 years

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Thirty

2 years later – Jamie’s POV

“Daddy, I can’t find my boots!”

“Daddy, I need my gloves!”

“Oh, but also where do I put this, daddy?”

“Daddy I-”

“Okay stop!” I whistle to a halt, silencing my girls, “One at a time.”

The girls look at each other before Dulcie finally speaks up, “We can’t find anything, and we’re leaving for the airport in 2 hours!”

“And we haven’t finished packing yet!” Elva joins in.

I raise an eyebrow, “I thought I told the two of you to lay your clothes out yesterday.”

The both of them looked away guiltily, “We kinda had too much fun with that new board game mama bought us so we forgot.” Dulcie shields her young sister from me, in fear that I might explode.

I exhale dramatically and place both hands on my hips, “That’s fine,” I say, not wanting to ruin the mood, “Mama will be home soon so for now just get both your suitcases in one room and she’ll sort it out for you.”

“Thanks, daddy!” they shout in unison as they scurry off upstairs.

I couldn’t help but laugh, they were both growing up so fast but will forever be my baby girls. Dulcie’s turning eleven next year. Fuck, eleven; how did that happen? It seems as if she was only born yesterday. Same goes for Dakota and I, we’ve known each other for over a decade now. Best decade of my life, hands down.

At the moment, she was out getting a few things we’ll need for our trip. We’re flying down from London to Aspen to spend the winter holidays with her extended family; which means there’ll be close to fifty people in one massive estate. She assures me the kids will have fun. Oh I bet, that’s exactly what will drive me crazy, having to calm them down after too much fun.

I go upstairs and stand in the doorway of Dulcie’s bedroom, watching the two neatly folding their clothes and placing them on the bed. I suddenly remember the thing I meant to do today, the thing that’s been keeping me up for the past couple of days.

I clear my throat, “Girls?” They both stop what they’re doing and look up at me, “Have a seat, I need to talk to you.”

“Are we in trouble?” Elva asks.

I laugh, “No, no, don’t worry.”

They crawl up the bed and sit near the headboard while I sit across from them, cross-legged. I thought about how I should phrase the words that were to come out of my mouth soon. I have no idea how they’ll react and it frightens me.

“You both love Dakota very much, right?” They nod, “And you know how much I love her?”

“Hardly as much as we do.” Dulcie teases, earning a giggle from Elva.

I glare at her, “You better stop that, young lady.”

“I can’t help it,” she shrugs, “I was born this sassy.”

Elva high-fives her before turning back to me, “What’s up, daddy?”

I take a deep breath before resuming, “I love you both very much, more than anything in this world. So, I would never do anything hastily without knowing how you girls feel about it. The only other person I love as much as you two is Dakota, and you’ve both been so welcoming to her and I can’t tell you how happy that makes me.” I pause, studying their reactions, “I want you to know that if you both said no, I won’t do it.”

“Do what?” Dulcie tilts her head in confusion.

Alright, here goes, “I want to ask her to marry me.”

The entire room went silent; you could hear a pin drop. They both sat there, eyes as wild as tennis balls and blinking every few seconds. I felt my heart drop, they were going to say no. I was just about to apologise to them for overstepping the line when they looked at each other, nodded and looked at me.

Elva raised her hand, “Daddy, are you sure she’ll say yes?”

“I don’t know, honey I- wait, what?”

“Well, we know how unpredictable mama is so you’ll need to work on your proposal skills to make sure she’ll want to marry you.”

My jaw drops, “I have your approval?”

There was a twinkle in both of their eyes as they threw their arms around me, “Yes, daddy!”

I lost my balance and fell onto the bed, happily holding both of my girls as close as I could. They said yes, they said yes! There was nothing in the world that could ever make me as happy as they did just now. They laid down next to me and snuggled in close.

“I’m counting on you two to keep this a secret.”

“Okay!” they agree.

“Pinkie swear?” I offered my pinkie to the both of them and they twisted theirs with mine.

Now that the girls were done, I still had Dakota’s parents to convince. I’ll have to get them alone when we’re in Aspen, and I’m nervous as hell. I send up a silent prayer to the Gods that my plan will work because I have no idea what I’d do if they didn’t approve.

Suddenly, Dulcie lets out a gasp, “Can we see the ring daddy?”

Elva starts jumping up and down on the bed, “Yes, daddy, yes!”

I was about to answer them when I hear the front door slam shut downstairs. Quickly holding up a finger to my mouth, they nodded understandingly.

“Dakota, is that you?”

“Yeah!”

The girls scramble to their feet and start making their way downstairs. I follow suit, hands in my pockets as I watch them from the staircase. They told her that they needed her help packing, pulling her back up the stairs. Dakota smiled at them, but something in her expression told me that she seemed to be deep in thought and distracted. As they reached the top step, I caught her arm.

“Girls, go in first. Mama will be with you in a second.”

Dakota shakes her head in an attempt to snap herself out of her daze, “What’s this about?”

“What’s wrong?”

She stiffens, “Nothing.”

“Dakota,”

“Nothing, Jamie, honestly. I’m just tired.” She leans up to place a kiss on my cheek and walks past me.

I study her and notice something, “Hey, I thought you were going out to shop?”

“Oh,” she turns around and shrugs, “I left a few things in the car.”

“I’ll go get them.”

She stops me, “Jamie?”

“Hm?”

I could tell she wanted to tell me something but was hesitating about it, “You know what, never mind.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I press her further.

She smiles, “Don’t worry.”

The last time she reassured me like that she was planning on moving to London with me. I wonder what’s going on in her pretty little head now?

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tendernessfic · 6 years

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Eleven

The four of us were gathered in the corner of my apartment, decorating the now-assembled Christmas tree. You’d think that by now, Jamie would be used to doing this. Well, I was definitely wrong about that since it took us three whole hours to get to where we are now. I smiled to myself at the memory of the girls complaining as he kept getting the branches wrong. He’d start yelling, “will you two give me a second, I know what I’m doing!”, which only causes a commotion, with Dulcie outsmarting him every single time.

That brings us to where we are now. The girls and I were busy hanging up all sorts of colourful ornaments around the tree as Jamie worked on detangling the lights.

“I’m suing whoever sold you these Christmas lights. By the time I’m finished with this, it’ll be new year’s.” he huffed angrily as he rubbed the sweat off his forehead.

I laughed, “I’m willing to bet big money that Dulcie could finish that before you do.”

“Don’t start.” He glared.

“Ooh, someone’s sulky today.” I stick my tongue out at him as I resumed what I was doing.

He rolled his eyes as he threw the lights on the floor and grabbed his phone, needing a distraction. He swiped open a notification as his face scrunched up in disgust. He then looked at me and tossed his phone over for me to catch it. The text was from Evelyn; she had forwarded him another article.

“Another one?”

“Mhm.”

I bit my lip as I clicked on the link. This time, it was a picture of myself, just yesterday afternoon shopping at the Toys R Us downtown. I was grabbing the kids’ Christmas gifts and apparently, someone was following me. I gave the text a quick skim.

Spotted: Dakota Johnson out to buy presents for her (I think it’s safe to say), stepdaughters now. The actress has been photographed around the city several times with her former co-star, Jamie Dornan and his two adorable girls for the past week. Although both parties have issued a denial on a relationship, we think these pictures say otherwise, can we all agree?

I cringed as I locked the phone and tossed it back to him.

“I’m sorry.” He said with apologetic eyes.

I stepped away from the tree and closer to him, “We both knew this would happen.”

“I know, but I should’ve gone out for the presents myself and you should’ve stayed home with them.”

I frowned, “The girls wanted to see the statue of Liberty, and you and I both know that that’s probably the number one place where we shouldn’t be seen together.” I groaned, imagining all the tourists, “Plus, someone had to hide the toys.”

He smiled, “I don’t deserve you.”

“Oh, you definitely don’t.” I threw him a wink as he laughed in response.

I could see his eyes making their way down to my lips, but knowing that both girls were there, I mouthed ‘later’ to him as I rejoined them in hanging up the last few ornaments. It almost time for dinner by the time we finished the tree. It was now standing in all its glory, twinkling with lights that covered the edge of my apartment.

After dinner, Jamie said he wanted to snap a couple of pictures of us and so I was now sitting cross-legged with Elva on my lap and Dulcie encircling her arms around my neck. I had told Jamie to set up the camera and tripod that I had so we could all be in the picture.

“Come on, daddy, join us!” Elva said.

“Okay just one more,” he said as the camera clicked, “okay setting the timer now.”

“Put on the thing that lets you take five at once.” I told him.

He nodded in agreement and fiddled with the camera for a while before the red light started flashing, signalling that the timer was on. He ran towards us and sat next to me, grabbing Dulcie so that she’d be in his lap. She let out a giggle as she held her sister’s hand in hers and faced the camera.

Snap!

The timer started ticking again; I could feel Jamie turn his face to mine. I kept looking straight ahead.

Snap!

Dulcie and Elva were still facing forward, grinning from ear to ear as they laid their heads against each other. Jamie leaned down closer to my ear, it took everything I had not to turn to him and place my lips on his.

Snap!

“I love you.”

Snap!

And he pressed his lips onto my temple.

Snap!

I was frozen in place despite both girls standing up and sprinting to the tripod. They were jumping up and down, begging Jamie to show them the picture. A momentary panic flashed through my eyes, but Jamie only showed them the first picture, telling them that the rest were still being worked on by the camera. Dulcie shot him a suspicious look, she was definitely smarter than that but decided to brush it off as Zeppelin appeared next to her.

Jamie looked at me, still sitting in front of the Christmas tree and simply gave me a sweet smile. At that very moment, Elva let out a yawn.

“I think it’s time for bed, huh, sweetheart?” He said to her as he picked her up in his arms.

That knocked me away from my daze as I shook my head and stood up, “Okay, let’s get the both of you ready for bed.”

Dulcie pouted, “But I’m not tired!”

I crossed my arms, “But if you don’t sleep, Santa won’t come and drop off his presents.”

Her eyes widened almost immediately, “Come on, Elva! Let’s brush our teeth!”

Elva practically scrambled herself out of Jamie’s arms as the two ran off into my bathroom. I wasn’t ready to face Jamie yet so I scurried after them. After getting them both in their PJs, I joined them in my guest bedroom, where I have been sleeping with them for the past week (well, at least after five in the morning). Jamie came in and kissed them both goodnight, before going outside to start placing the hidden presents under the tree.

Elva was pretty much gone by the time I finished reading them their bedtime story. Dulcie, on the other hand, was still fighting the sleep in her eyes.

“Dakota?”

“Yes?”

“Do you think Santa got you something?”

I smiled, “I didn’t ask him for anything this year.”

“Why not?” she frowned.

“Because,” I kissed the top of her head, “I have everything I could ever want, right here.”

She sighed happily as she placed her head on my chest, “Can you come back to London with us?”

I caressed her arms slowly, “We’ll see, baby.”

“I love you, Dakota. You’re my favourite friend.” She said as she finally gave up, closing her eyes and drifting off.

I closed my eyes, savouring the happiness her words brought me, “I love you too, Dulcie Dornan.”

I stayed there for a while, thinking of what she said and what the future will bring for me if I do finally make it official with Jamie. Official in a sense where we tell the girls that what we have is more than a friendship. The sound of a ruckus in the living room was what made me finally step down from the bed, making sure to close the door behind me before joining Jamie in the living room.

“Shit.” He cursed as he started picking up the presents he had dropped on the floor.

I snickered, even Zeppelin was judging him from his dog bed as I started helping him, “Seriously, dude, these were expensive.”

He glared, “It’s not my fault these plastic bags are so fragile! By the way, they’re also ruining our environment.”

I bit my lip, trying to stop myself from cracking up as I strategically place Elva’s gifts on the left and Dulcie’s on the right, “Did you make the letters?”

“Yeah, here.” He said as he handed me two envelopes with their names written neatly.

I placed them in front of the now perfectly lined gifts and snapped a quick picture with my phone. When I turned around, Jamie was kneeling down, holding a red gift box.

“What’s this?”

He placed it in front of me as he sat down, “Merry Christmas.”

“Aw, Jamie,” I said as I leaned forward to give him a peck on the cheek, “I thought we agreed, no presents.”

He shrugs, “Well something in there is more of a present for myself than for you so it doesn’t count.”

I raised an eyebrow with curiosity but decided to open it and see for myself. Inside the box were three smaller boxes each labelled ‘1, 2, 3’ according to the order they should be opened in. I picked up box number one and opened it.

“Oh, Jamie…”

Inside it, was the necklace I wore as Ana while filming Fifty Shades of Grey. I remembered loving it so much, practically begging the costume department to let me take it home.

“It’s an exact replica,” he smiled, “I knew how much you loved it because you were so pissed when they told you that you had to return it.”

I pouted, “You’re such a softie, I can’t believe you remember.”

He wore an expression that showed how proud he was, “Open the next one.”

I picked up box number two and lifted its lid. It contained a snow globe of the Eiffel Tower.

“That one took me a while to find,” he pointed, “I bought that just before I left Paris after we wrapped, I figured I needed something touristy, and to commemorate filming by.”

I shook the snow globe as bits of snow started floating around the tower before placing it next to my necklace. As I finally reached for the third one, he started, “This is more of my present but yeah.”

I opened the box and found a key, which confused me terribly, “A key?”

He actually blushed as he said the next sentence, “To my apartment in London.”

“Oh my God,”

“I know,” he held up both palms, “it seems a wee bit soon but I wanted you to have that, because I want you to know that I’m not messing around here and I-”

I didn’t give him a chance to finish his sentence before I straddled him and wrapped my legs around his hips. I quickly placed my mouth on his and welcomed his tongue as it begged for entrance. I could feel him smiling into the kiss as his hands caress my thighs.

I pull away, “I didn’t get you anything.”

He shook his head as he ran a hand through my hair, “You don’t have to. Keep my key, that’s all I need.”

I smiled and brought my lips back to his before pulling away once more, “Jamie?”

“Hm?”

I placed one of my palms on his cheek, “I love you.” He beamed and opened his mouth to respond but I placed a finger on his lips, “I’ve loved you for seven years and I am so happy that I finally get the chance to say it.”

He crashes his lips onto mine and murmurs, “Hold tight,” as he lifts me up and carries me towards my bedroom. As soon as we’re inside, he slams the door shut with his leg and pins me to it. I can feel him grinding his erection against me as I tighten the grip my legs have around his waist. My hands travel down his torso and I tug on the edges of his black sweater. He quickly assists me in discarding the garment and starts working on my clothes.

Removing my t-shirt, he takes a good look at my breasts before reaching behind to unclasp my bra. I help him get rid of it by tossing it across the room and I gasp as I feel his mouth take my left breast. His tongue swirls around my nipple and I pull on his hair.

“Don’t stop,” I urge him as he moves his mouth to my right breast.

I can feel his right hand unbutton the top of my jeans but I untangle my legs from around his waist, causing me to drop onto the floor. He gives me a disapproving look but it quickly disappears as I kneel down and unbutton his pants. I make sure to pull down his boxers all together and before he can say anything else, I take him in my mouth.

“Good Lord.” He breathes as he slams a hand onto the door behind me.

I can feel his legs start to shake as his other hand slides behind my head and tugs on my hair, encouraging me to take him in further. I suck him harder, placing my hand on his thighs as I lick him from tip to end.

“Oh shit, get up.” He says as I stop, stand up and he takes my mouth in his once more.

He pushes me onto the bed and works on my jeans and panties. His hands move quick and soon I feel his finger make its way onto my clitoris. I let out a loud moan in response as another finger dips into me and starts making circular motions.

“Jamie, oh God, Jamie!” I thrash my head from side to side as I grip the bed sheets.

“You like that?”

“Yes!”

He increases his pace, “What do you want baby?”

“I want you in me.”

“What was that?”

I scream my response, “Jamie, please fuck me!”

“That’s my girl.” He says as he flips me over so that I’m lying on my front and he pulls my ass up in the air.

He rips open a condom from the bedside table, slips it on himself and enters me abruptly, “God, baby do you know how good you feel?”

I let out a whimper as I press my face onto the bed. I’m not going to last long but I think that goes for him too. He starts going harder, faster, driving me onto the edge and I am unable to control the sounds coming out of my mouth. He exits me, flips me back so I’m facing him and re-enters me so deep that he reaches that one special spot.

“Oh, shit!” I curse as I grip his biceps.

“That’s it baby, feel me.”

“I’m so close, Jamie, oh my God!” I yell.

He groans in response and brings one hand down to my clitoris. I immediately feel a sensation building down there as my walls clench tighter around him.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m going to-”

“Come for me, Dakota!” He urges and my orgasm detonates through my entire body.

He continues to thrust as I ride out my orgasm and a few seconds later, I feel him let go, “Fuck!”

I wrap my legs around him as he slows his thrusts and finally drops his head onto my chest, breathing heavily.

After a while, he looks up and smiles, “I fucking love you.”

I tap the edge of his nose, “We really need to learn to tone it down.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Seriously!” I point towards the door, “One of these days one of them will hear us and we’ll scar them for the rest of their lives.”

Jamie smiled as he lifts himself off me and walks towards the trash bin to dispose of the condom. I crawl under the covers, not being bothered to dress in anything, exhausted to my core. He switches off the light and joins me, curling one arm around my waist as I place my head on his chest.

We were silent for a few minutes, with me nearly drifting off when he speaks, “I want us to tell the girls soon.”

My eyes snapped open as I entwine my fingers with his, “I’m scared.”

“They love you.”

“I know,” I sighed, “but the other day, when Dulcie saw you holding my hand in the car, I just, I got the feeling that she was afraid I was trying to replace her mom.”

He kisses the top of my head, “But that’s not what you’re doing.”

“But they’re too young to understand the dynamics of relationships, Jamie. The love she has for me is different than the way she loves her mom, and I don’t want to make her feel as if she needs to think of me that way.”

I feel his hand caress my back, “I know that, and I know you’re not trying to take their mother’s place in any way. But I want them to know that I love you, and that one way or another, you’re going to be part of this family.”

I look up at him, “Can we slow down and wait until the new year rolls around? We’ll think of what to say together, just give me more time.”

He closes his eyes, clearly displeased at my request but he nods, “Okay.”

I kiss his chest, “Thank you.”

“Hm.” He responds and I feel his breathing calm, a sign that he was going to fall asleep.

“I love you, Jamie.” I whisper as I snuggle closer towards him.

He smiles into my hair, “I love you too, baby, even if you drive me nuts.”

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