#continuation is you showing him the closet STUFFED with bears and him having to hold it in

[sanguinessunflower]

*you and Jason are just hanging around and talking about his life and job as the Red Hood, so he asks you about your work life*

Jason: So what's the worst thing you have done at a job?

Y/N: I stole bears...a lot of bears when I worked at Build-A-Bear. People would want refunds and instead of throwing away the bears, I stole them.

Jason: What?

Y/N: You know the 50th anniversary Build-A-Bear? Had clothes and everything? I stole all of that

Jason: You're horrible, you know that right?

Y/N: I KNOW!! But I mean...*sigh* you gotta do what you gotta do

Jason: NO?! WHAT?!

[heresathreebee]

The One Where She Got A Dog

Yelena Belova X Reader

Summary: how Yelena became a dog mom Masterlist Part 2

Tags: E | 1.8k words | scary movie, winter, secret pasts, sapphic

AN: Black Widow movie really got me in my feelings about those characters, Yelena in particular. I havent watched The Thing in almost a year please look the other way if movie events are out of order.

Pretty Russian girls are not usually your type, but fuck if you weren't absolutely obsessed with this one. You laughed when she told you she was from Ohio.  She laughed when you said you were too. 

Aquavit and your grandma's biscuit recipe brought her into your cabin on the edge of the world where she admitted to you she had never seen John Carpenter's The Thing before. You turned it on just as the snow storm set in and wrapped up in your thickest blankets with her. You're trying not to get your hopes too high but she's not shy about asking you to scoot closer. 

"Skäl," you cheer just as the ominous opening credits end and they find the mysterious ship in the frozen wasteland of antarctica. 

"Have you ever been?," Yelena asked. 

You grimace at the strong taste of aquavit. It's like vodka but with caraway for 'flavor'. You look at her from the side and poor yourself a second shot. "Been…?" 

"There." She points at the screen. 

"I have actually," you admit in a way you hope is flat and uninteresting, "have you?" 

Yelena shook her head. It's possible she might think you're being sarcastic (you cross your fingers under the blanket and hope she does). She's smiling at you, thinking something (but still watching the screen with interest). 

She drops the subject until you have to pause the movie to pee. You unwrap yourself from the cocoon of blankets and as you stand she asks you another question. 

"What were you doing there? in Antarctica, I mean." 

You sigh and pretend to brush something off of your pants. "Science trip with my parents. Shitty vacation for me I'd rather be in the Bahamas." 

You resist the urge to look at her. After taking care of business, you come back just in time to put the biscuits in the oven. You hear Yelena lean into the kitchen archway as the floors creak immensely here. 

"No timer?," she asked. 

"No timer," you confirm. "I use the timer of my heart." 

Yelena scoffs. "Please don't burn them, I'm curious about these… what are they– pastries?" 

"Something like that." 

The two of you went back to the movie just as the gang on screen is trying to decipher who is human and who is not. You feel like something between you has changed and sadly not for the better. 

But she can't know. 

"I hate this part," you say, making absolutely no move to avert your gaze. 

Yelena is startled when the doctor's arms become trapped in the bear trap belly mouth of the "man" on the table. She quickly covers her eyes and giggles manically, slapping your chest for the vague and unhelpful warning. You realize she's not as close to you as before…

There's 20 minutes left of this movie and you haven't seen a single thing on screen. Yelena stopped asking you questions when you stopped being coherent with your answers. All you can think about is telling her. 

But you can't tell her. She would never understand. You barely understand and it's about you. 

"I lied." Your heart beats in your throat as you see her face you but you can't look at her directly for fear of losing your nerve. "About the science expedition? That's not why I was in Antarctica…" 

Yelena seems to wait for you to continue but… 

"Eh, no offense but, " you gesture with your hand, "I don't really know you like that." 

Yelena gave your reply a single nod. "I suppose that's fair." 

You can't help but fidget in your seat. "Idliketo" 

"What was that?" 

You cleared your throat. "I said… I said I'd like to. Know you like that, I mean…" 

Yelena gives you a smile. "I would like to know you like that, too." 

The movie ends, the biscuits are not burnt but buttery soft and golden brown, and the blizzard outside has subsided some. It's still going but at least it's not buffering the doors and windows like before. 

"How can you watch that film in a place like this?" Yelena cannot get enough of those biscuits, stuffing them in her mouth 2 at a time. "Does it make you paranoid?" 

"Yes it does," you say, putting your coat on, "I think that's what makes it so much scarier–  looking outside and being scared every person you come across ain't who they say they are. Sometimes its not a bad thing though... I think it is rather… poetic, too." 

Yelena's eyebrows furrow. "Where are you going?" 

You put on your boots and hope the duct tape stays on the hole you covered earlier. "Dogs are out in the shed. It's heated and they have food, but not for days and I'd rather have 'em in the house where I can take care of them." 

As you finished your sentence you reached for the door,  but stopped when you noticed Yelena getting dressed too. She gives you a nod as soon as her hood comes up, and you give this brave thing an appreciative once over. 

The snow that nearly all melted before is up to your knees now. Fresh, white, and fluffy. It muffles sound like the world's sidelong turning. The odd snowflake wafts lazily from the sky, but for the most part it's died down. You teach back and take Yelena's gloved hand to keep from staying too far apart. 

"You know I always wanted a dog," she said. She could have said it in a whisper from 100 yards away and you still would have heard her–  that is how eerily quiet it is. 

Yelena squeezes your hand and you squeeze back. She's probably remembering the movie. You try to distract her by saying, "Oh yeah? You can have one of mine then." 

Yelena laughs, then stops. "You serious?" 

"As a heart attack." You finally reach the door to the shed and unlatch the door. A chorus of barks begin and you charge forward to nudge them back to give Yelena space to come in as well. "I do some breeding up here–  just a side job. They're usually working dogs but they can be pets too." 

Buck licks your face from chin to forehead and you push him back. "Down, boy! Show some respect!" 

Yelena has two of the mongrels circling her, sniffing all her clothes and demanding to be pet. "That's Burt, Barney, and Bella. Buck's my stud, but these heathens are going to a farm. They've got sheep to watch." 

Yelena chuckles as her hands get covered in slobber. "I love them." 

They're almost grown, three quarters the height of their father. Buck didn't even look in Yelena's direction because he knows you give him treats. You take your scarf off as the heat of the shed threatens to smother you and search your pockets for jerky.  

"She's in there with the new puppies." You point to a darkened closet. "Don't get too close now, she's still a little protective." 

Yelena creeps closer. You see her look at you from the corner of her eye. Probably terrified by the morphing dog scene from the movie. You give her an encouraging smile and tell her where to find the light. It's a pull cord and it bathes the room in a warm golden yellow light. 

Yelena's heavy, controlled breathing turns into a coo. Mama dog is laying on her side watching the newcomer closely. There's a pup asleep in the nest of her legs, another chewing on the hay that litters the ground, and the last one is biting their mother's ear. Yelena looks back at you with an adorable pout on her lip. 

"So cute…" 

You chuckle and put your arm around her. Buck knows to steer clear of mama dog and slinks off. You make your guest walk closer with you to show mama she's got your confidence. 

"Yelena, this is Beyonce." Mama dog's ears perk at the sound of her name. "Beyonce, this is Yelena. Be nice." 

You reach down and scoop up the hay eating puppy at your feet. "This one's always hungry." 

You put the pup in her arms and scoop up the biter. "This one likes to play. All the time. Got more energy than the blue Energizer bunny actually." 

The pup in question is literally trying to wriggle out of your hands in its eagerness to climb you and eat your hair. 

"And that one sleeps a lot?" Yelena nodded her head at the last pup. 

"Pretty much." You put the writhing excited puppy down before it hurts itself and look up into the rafters. "And then there's the climber…" 

You both turn your heads when you hear a tiny bark. A cute little face stares down at you from the rafters and there's a feather stuck to its nose. You shake your head knowing this pup got it from ripping up pillows in another part of the dog house. 

"Better go get her," you said, not moving an inch to do so.  

Yelena sees your challenge and rises to it. As if trained to do exactly so, she assesses the wooden interior for foot and hand holds. You can see the wheels turning in her head as she calculates what will and won't support her weight. In the sweep of a single moment, she rises from the door and swings herself into the rafters using a build up a momentum to propel her fast in an upperward direction. She completes the climb and balances with ease, reaching out to collect the happy wagging miscreant from her mountain top, tucks her in her jacket and climbs a different way down. 

You stare at her. "Were you raised by trapeze artists?" 

Yelena laughs. "I thought everybody was." 

The pup is safe and happy and eager to explore its new friend. Yelena lets her lick, sniff, and scratch at her skin, her clothes, her hair. The pup catches Yelena with a tiny lick right on the tip of her nose and Yelena looks back at you with adoring eyes. 

You smile. "Got a name for her already don't you?" 

"Yes," Yelena whines, "no, are you sure about this? I should probably tell you I've never had a dog before…" 

"I can tell your good people," you reply. "And smart as a whip. You'll adapt, just call me if you ever need anything." 

~

Three weeks later you get a phone call from an unknown number. It's Yelena giving you an address and making you swear never to tell anybody about it. You don't have any friends so it's an easy secret to keep. 

You drive a few miles south and stumble upon a stationary trailer in the middle of nowhere, nothing but clearings and trees and sky. Actually very similar to your own home. 

The door opens and Yelena greets you with a beer and the pup under her arm, already almost a foot bigger than she was before. 

"Her name is Fanny." You both laugh yourselves hoarse and pile into the trailer to puppy proof the place. 

[dontshootmespence]

As I Watched In Sorrow

Summary: After experiencing an unimaginable loss, Y/N floats through life, living for...she doesn’t know anymore. When it all becomes too much, she’s greeted by a woman in black with a deal so sweet, she can’t bear to let her grief and her morals get in the way.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 6,864

Warnings: Probably one of, if not the saddest thing I’ve ever written. Please heed the warnings! Suicidal thoughts and near actions, death of a child, betrayal, a crisis of faith/hatred for Chuck/God, brief mentions of sex, knives, self-hatred. Lots of shit.

A/N: This fulfills my entries to @stusbunker Lie to Me in Melody Challenge - a prompt from a Carole King song, “As I watched in sorrow, there suddenly appeared, A figure gray and ghostly beneath a flowing beard, In times of deepest darkness, I’ve seen him dressed in black, Now my tapestry’s unraveling - he’s come to take me back” and @covered-byroses​ 3k celebration with the prompt “shadow.” Shadow here is definitely more of an abstract than physical thing. Hopefully it works. Sorry to both of you that this took approximately 8,000 years. This takes place around season 8/9 solely for the fact that I needed the antagonist to have years of pent up rage toward the Winchesters.

Closed blinds did little to shield the slivers of morning light from burning her skin. As she tossed the blankets aside, she inhaled the stagnant air and closed her eyes against the sun. Though little, it was still too much. Turning off the lone lamp she’d forgotten the night before, she slowly ambled into the bathroom, popping open the familiar bottle and downing the necessary pills dry.

A glimpse in the mirror made her shiver. Her skin pallid and pitted, eyes sunken and dark despite the fact that she hadn’t worn makeup in weeks. Wetting her toothbrush, she propped the mirror open, unable to bear the reminder. Lazily, she pulled the brush across her teeth, more a societal necessity than a want or a need. She needed to grab food and it just wasn't okay to walk out of the front door without her teeth brushed.

Clothes didn’t matter though. The gray sweat-suit she wore to bed would do just fine. She dragged her gaze over the entirety of her bedroom, searching for her purse so she could go and get this over with. When the cursory glance didn’t lead to her bag, she began go through the other rooms - the kitchen, piled high with unwashed dishes and half-eaten tv dinners, the living room, where scattered dolls and a teddy dressed in a little pink tutu sat dutifully waiting for the return of their owner, the dining room, where she could practically still see her sitting, excitedly waiting for dinner. It wasn’t anywhere to be seen. 

Shuffling toward the front door, she looked in the coat closet, finding her hobo bag dangling limply next to the small, lavender windbreaker studded with unicorns. Had she not been in such a state after coming home the night before, she would’ve noticed it here, and put her bag somewhere else. She reached into the bag and opened the glasses case, slipping the oversized sunglasses over her eyes. Just because she needed to go out didn’t mean she needed or wanted to be assaulted by the sun. Why couldn’t it just leave her alone? Steady darkness had been her comfortable umbrella for weeks. Couldn’t the light just leave her be? Darkness was an old friend.

She stepped outside and locked the door behind her before heading toward her car. As a neighbor pulled out of their driveway, she glanced at a bumper sticker that hadn’t been there before.

When life gives you more than you can stand, kneel.

“I did,” she whispered.

----

Later that night, another half-eaten tv dinner was tossed on top of the already packed garbage can. Why was she even doing this? Continuing? Was there even a point?

She went through the motions, turning on the television to watch a TV show before she pulled the covers over her body once again. But it was useless. With more purpose than she’d had in weeks, she walked into the living room and reverently picked up the tutu-wearing bear, propping it underneath her arm as she gathered the remainder of her pills from the bathroom. She’d just refilled the prescription; it would be enough. 

Slipping back under the covers, she placed the bear next to where her head would lay on the pillow and reached for the pill bottle slowly, but with no hesitation. 

A faint whisper emanated from the behind her, where the overwhelming shadow of her apartment fought against the moonlight coming through the once-again closed blinds. 

“I can help you.” A whispery voice said, clearer than before.

“Great, I’ve lost my mind.” She heaved a heavy sigh and twisted the bottle cap open.

With a quick flap of what could only be described of as wings, a woman appeared behind her, emerging from the shadows. “I’m not here to hurt you,” she said softly, holding up her hands as a show of her promise. “I want to help you.”

“Who the hell are you?” She asked, getting up from the bed and backing toward the corner of the room. “Why are you in my house? Get the hell out.” To her disbelief, the other woman walked toward her, through the mattress, as if she wasn’t real. “I’ve gone insane,” she said, shaking, trembling fingers combing through her hair. “I’ve lost my mind.”

“You haven’t,” she countered.

“What the hell are you then?”

“I’m a Reaper. You can call me Tessa.”

A tear rolled down her cheek. “What? Like the Grim Reaper?”

The brunette, wearing an unassuming combination of a leather jacket, black tank and ripped jeans, seemingly floated toward her, smiling. Softness radiated from her, welcoming, despite the situation. “That’s what you tend to call us,” she chuckled. “But we aren’t cold, hooded, evil figures. We’re only here to help you cross.”

Cowering in the corner, a realization began to come over her. “When we die. Is that why you’re here? For me?”

“No,” she replied, moving toward the bed and grasping hold of the teddy bear. “Truthfully, you aren’t supposed to die for a long time. I’m here because I think we can help each other.”

She shook with anger. “How could you possibly help me?”

Tessa lovingly stroked the teddy bear’s head. “I can give you back what you want most.”

Her heart skipped a beat, eyes glancing quickly at the worn stuffed animal. “That’s not possible. Why would you bring her back to me if your job is to ferry people to the other side?”

“Astute,” she replied. “Strictly speaking, it’s not something we’re supposed to do. Make deals with the living that is. As Reapers, we maintain the natural order, taking souls to where they remain for eternity because if they remain on this plane, many times, most times, they turn bad, shadows of their former selves. Order is what’s important.” Tessa paused, as if carefully considering her next words. “There are two men - brothers - that over and over and over again, defy the natural order.” The reaper’s voice became louder and louder as she spoke. “They cheat death. Time and time again. Those above me, my bosses so to speak, they don’t believe I can do my job anymore. And I’m at risk of losing it. You see, this is what I am. Without it, I’m lost.”

For the first time since this strange woman entered her home, for the first time in weeks, actually, she laughed. “So you’re about to lose your job and you want revenge on the people you can’t reap? Am I supposed to feel bad for you?” She ripped the teddy bear from Tessa’s hands and clutched it to her chest. “You take innocent five-year-olds from their mothers - to give to a God that strikes down someone so small and I’m-I’m-I’m supposed to care?!” She screamed, sliding down the wall toward the floor. “You and your God can burn.” Sobbing, she buried her head into the teddy bear, ignoring the looming darkness overhead. If she was to die right now, then so be it.

“Reapers have no allegiance to God. Frankly, I think he’s a heartless bastard.” She continued matter-of-factly. “But he is who he is and our job is simply to make sure these soul’s stay pure. Some we take to heaven, some to hell. Wherever it is they belong.”

“My baby?” She asked, chancing a glance at this creature disguised as a human.

“Heaven. I promise you.” Tessa crouched down to meet the woman’s eye. “Everyone has their own personal heaven. In hers, you’re there. Playing with dolls, snuggling in bed together, reading books. She’s happy.”

She clapped her hand to her mouth to stifle another sob. “Why her? She was just a baby. Why did I have to watch her wither away? Why?”

Tessa caressed her cheek with the pad of her thumb. “I don’t know. I can’t begin to understand His logic. But I can bring her back to you, just as she was, free of sickness. You can live a happy life together.”

“But you need me to kill someone.” The prospect hung heavily in the air. What did these men really do besides cheat death? Was that really such a bad thing? Wasn’t in human nature? Did they deserve to die? Her heart raced with possibilities. “How do I know you’re telling the truth? That you’ll keep your end of the bargain?”

Tessa held her hand out. “I’ll bring you to where her soul rests.”

Instantly, she was transported, at Tessa’s side, from her dim apartment, to a never-ending expanse filled with light. Doors came into focus. “You’re kidding,” she said. “Heaven is full of doors?” Tessa quickly walked her around corner after corner, ensuring they weren’t seen by anyone else, until they came to her door. “My baby.” Her fingers slid over the name on the door. And dates. 2008-2013.

“She’s in here,” Tessa whispered. 

Beyond the blinding light, a park came into focus - one she recognized. One she’d taken her baby to time and time again. From behind the playground, she ran, screeching with delight as her mother chased after her. She barely recognized herself. “This is her heaven,” Tessa said softly, her arm link with yours, almost like a friend. “She plays with you.”

“Can she seem m-?”

“No. Not the you standing here. That one is her projection of you.”

Filled with a resolve she hadn’t know since the moment her baby was placed in her arms at the hospital five years ago, she turned to Tessa. “What do I have to do?”

Tessa smiled, a small sigh of relief escaping her. She pulled a piece of paper from her jacket pocket. “This man will come into your life. I need you to let him in. He’s a strong man, but he’ll let his guard down with those he trusts. You need to be one of those people. Once you are, I need you to kill him. He disrupts the natural order, and we...have a history. He doesn’t trust me.”

“Why do I need to get him to trust me first?”

“That’s for me,” she admitted. “This history...he’s the reason I am where I am. It’s purely revenge on my part.” She loathed to admit it. 

“But I-”

Exasperatedly, Tessa held the woman’s face in her hands. “He has cheated death over and over again. And your daughter couldn’t. How is that fair?”

“It’s not,” she seethed, taking the paper from Tessa’s hands. “How long do I have? I’m assuming I’m on some kind of a timeline.” 

“One year,” Tessa replied. “If you can’t do it, the deal is void and I’ll find someone else who can help me.”

“I’ll do it. I promise,” she whispered. Before she knew it, she was back home and Tessa was gone. Unfolding the paper, she read the seemingly innocuous name.

Dean Winchester.

----

The following morning, she woke in her apartment, the teddy bear still firmly in her grasp. “Worst dream ever,” she whispered, sitting up in bed. She glanced toward the nightstand, where a piece of paper sat. Dean Winchester. 

“It wasn’t a dream?”

This man will come into your life.

So he’d just cross her path? She had to sit here and wait? 

Tired and dumbfounded, she pulled the laptop toward her lap and typed in his name, searching for some record of the man she was supposed to let into her life. A few Dean Winchesters came up, a character in a book series, a teacher out of the Midwest, an escaped convict accused of killing a number of women. Wonderful. None but the convict made an impression. Could this man, doing his best impersonation of Blue Steel after being accused of murder, truly be the one who crossed a Reaper? Cheated death?

Closing the laptop, she sighed, dropping her head into her hands. What the hell was she doing? How was she supposed to kill a man? A man she didn’t even know? “No, I can’t. I can’t,” she said emphatically. “This is insane.” It wasn’t real? Right? As if to prove her wrong, she felt a darkness at her back, heavy and insistent, but leading her toward the light nonetheless.

----

For the first time in weeks, she shrugged her army green coat on and headed out to the nearest bar instead of taking a bottle home from the supermarket and falling asleep after downing near all of it. Warm light bathed her as she walked through the door and sat at the far end of the bar. Her usual bartender, Zach, seemed surprised at her presence. “Haven’t seen you around in a while. What brings you back?”

“The quality booze,” she replied dryly. Some people wanted to pour their hearts out to their bartender, not her though. “Sick of supermarket wine.”

Thankfully, he didn’t push, instead bringing over her usual. Maker’s Mark neat. Sipping, she quietly hissed the burn, its warmth feeling different now, teasing. Maybe it was the fires of hell licking at her insides for what she was contemplating, the lengths she would go to in order to see her little girl again. 

The familiar, high-pitched bell chime alerted her to the presence of yet another patron of the bar. He came to sit a few seats away, ordering a whiskey on the rocks. When she looked up, she saw him. The Dean she saw in the mug shot - Mr. Blue Steel. 

Tipping the rest of her drink back, she swallowed her morals down along with the booze and eyed Zach for a refill. When Blue Steel caught her eye, she smiled and gave him a soft wave. He was cute. She could do this. She had to do this. Without her baby, there was nothing. He walked over, taking a seat on the stool next to her. “Hey. I’m Dean. Dean Winchester.”

“Hi, Dean,” she said softly, taking the refill from Zach’s hand. “I’m Y/N.” She frowned into her drink before she continued. “My friends and family call me Sunshine.”

----

Dean was easy to talk to; smooth, like the bourbon she’d been sipping on for near an hour. He was open yet guarded. Secrets lay behind his eyes, just as they did hers. Though they hadn't spoken for more than an hour, she could tell he’d gone through more in life than others did in 10. Behind his mega-watt, ladies man smile sat years upon years of pain. “So Dean,” she started, swirling the amber liquid around in the glass. “What brings you to a bar in the middle of nowhere at 11:00 at night?”

“Bad day on the job...” He replied, gulping down a hefty swig of his own drink. “Really bad day. Just need to forget, you know?”

She nodded, understanding settling into the marrow of her bones. “More than you know, Dean. If you want to get anything off your chest, I’m all ears. Think of me as a sponge.”

“Thanks, Sunshine.” The nickname sounded foreign on his lips; she hadn’t heard it in so long. But from his pouty pink lips the name sounded comforting. She wanted to lean into it. “I’m not sure it’s something you would understand. I don’t mean that in bad way. Just...I don’t think you’d believe me.”

If the previous night’s happenings hadn’t occurred, she might have been shocked, but she wasn’t sure if she could be shocked now. This Tessa wanted Dean dead, so presumably Dean was involved in all manner of shit that she would’ve never imagined. “I’ve seen some shit,” she replied, tipping the last of her drink into her mouth.

Dean’s eyes scanned her quickly, as if assessing how much she’d actually seen and whether or not she could be trusted. “D’ya wanna go for a drive? There’s a lake about 10 minutes from here.”

This was stupid. Following a man she didn’t know, having seen his mugshot before, but there was an aura about Dean and it drew her in. Plus, she had to do this - for her baby. When she nodded, he held out his hand to her and smiled. Maybe he wouldn’t be a good man. Maybe she would be doing the world a favor. Something told her she wouldn’t be so lucky. As they walked to his car, she felt the darkness, the guilt, the shame, clawing at her back. 

----

Outside the bar, the moon hung near full in the sky. “This is my Baby,” he said proudly, running his hand along an old Impala. “Through everything, she’s been my constant.”

Dean opened the passenger side door for her and slammed it closed before sliding into the driver’s side like a hand into a glove. She could see he was made for this car. 

As the engine roared to life and they pulled out of the parking lot, Dean asked the one question she didn’t want to answer. But if she was going to get her back, she had to. “So, what brought you to a bar in the middle of nowhere at 11:00 at night?”

Taking a deep breath, she said her name. For the first time in almost two weeks. “My daughter.” She spoke so softly Dean almost couldn’t hear her over the rumble of the Impala’s engine. “I lost her 43 days ago. Cancer. She’d just turned five.”

“Fuck.” Dean smacked the wheel of the car. “I’m so sorry. No one should have to watch their kid go through that.”

A tear fell from her eye but she quickly wiped it away. “No, they shouldn’t. I hope you’re not a religious man, but...if God’s up there. He’s a dickhead.”

“I’m not a religious man,” he laughed dryly. “I have faith in humanity, most of the time, but God’s a vindictive asshole.”

She laughed and let her head hit the headrest just as they pulled up to the lake. The moon seemed closer here, silhouetting them as they walked toward the pier. “D’ya wanna talk about her?” He asked. “I’m all ears too.”

Sitting on a bench near the lake, she told him all about her baby girl. Her father hit it and quit it, leaving as soon as she found out she was pregnant. “I was petrified to raise her myself, but I wanted to be a mom,” she said, voice catching in her throat. “I brought her into this world by myself. I raised her myself. Worked two jobs to make sure I could give her the life she deserved. She was diagnosed with leukemia just after her 4th birthday.”

At first, she’d tried not to cry, but it was no use. “Sorry, I’m just-”

“Raw still?”

“Yea.”

“I get it,” he replied, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. 

She leaned into it, a warmth she hadn’t felt since her daughter insisted on a goodnight kiss the night God took her away. He wrapped his arm around her like this is exactly where they were supposed to be. “Anyway, she knew what was happening, even though she was so young. She was the one that kept me sane. Somehow. You wanna know what she said to me the night she died? Her last words?”

“What’d she say?”

“She’s the one who called me sunshine. She said my smile reminded her of sunshine. Before she fell asleep, she took my hand in hers and said ‘when I go to sleep, look at the sun and think of me. Then I’ll be with you every day.’”

She heard Dean sniffle and turned her head to see a tear fall from his eye. “It sounds like she was wise beyond her years.”

“She was.” Shaking her head, she pulled herself together and changed the subject. “What about you? What happened on the job that brought you to a random bar in the middle of the night?”

He was hesitant at first, asking if she believed in things that others thought impossible - ghosts, vampires, demons. Before Tessa, she would’ve said no, but now it seemed plausible. “I do.”

“I hunt them. The things that go bump in the night that no one believes in. I’ve been doing it since I was a kid.”

Her heart ached for him. Only a tragedy could get a young boy into such a horrific line of work.  

“Tonight, my brother and I lost a father and son because we couldn’t move fast enough.”

“I’m sorry, Dean,” she said softly. She felt this innate desire to comfort him, to tell him he’d probably done all he could, but something in her told her Dean wasn’t the kind of man to rid himself of guilt with so few words. He carried it with him. “I really am.”

“Thanks, Sunshine.”

----

For the first time in weeks, she awoke the next morning to the burn of the sun, but her instinct wasn’t to shield her gaze. Instead, she craned her neck backward, hair slipping against the cool leather of Dean’s jacket. They’d fallen asleep on the bench. “Morning, Sunshine,” he mumbled. “Didn’t mean for us to fall asleep on a park bench.”

“Me either,” she replied honestly. “But honestly it’s been the best sleep I’ve had in months.”

Dean grumbled in agreement. Apparently, he wasn’t much of a morning person. “Wanna grab breakfast?”

She hesitated a moment before her stomach entered the conversation. “I’d like that.”

At the diner, she ordered bacon and eggs and toast to Dean’s pancakes and bacon. Then they ordered an extra side of bacon to split because neither could get enough bacon. They didn’t speak another word of her daughter or his job. “Favorite color?” He asked. “Mine’s red.”

“Green. Three favorite foods? Obviously bacon is one.”

“Pizza and a big fat juicy burger.”

“Pizza and bacon, and then probably really good sushi.”

Dean made a face and they laughed. He liked grade-B horror movies and Disney movies, though he wouldn’t admit to the latter to many. She loved psychological thrillers and gross out comedies. “The really stupid ones that make you question your intelligence,” she laughed. “I like turning my brain off.”

As they paid, Dean pulled her close. “Maybe one day, we can watch one of those together. Order a pizza.”

“Meat lover’s?” She offered, handing him her phone so he could give her his number.

His smile shone brighter than the morning’s sunrise. “Is there any other kind?”

With ease, they strode out of the diner and back into the worn leather seats of the Impala. She still didn’t know this man, not really. He was a monster-hunting, leather jacket-wearing lover of bacon, pizza, crappy horror and Disney, but she didn’t know him. Yet, she gave him her address without a thought and allowed him to walk her to her front door. “Sunshine, with my job, my brother and I are kinda all over the place, but I’d like to see you again. If that’s okay with you.”

“That’s more than okay with me.” 

Dean returned her soft smile and slipped his fingers between hers, tugging her gently until her lips were mere millimeters from his. She glanced at them, inviting him to kiss her. Whatever she imagined him doing, he took her by surprise, pressing the most of chaste of kisses to her lips before pulling away. “I’ll talk to you soon, Sunshine. Okay?” He squeezed her hands in his, a further affirmation of his promise.

When he began to walk away, she called after him. “Thanks, Dean.”

“Anytime.”

----

It was nearly two and a half weeks before they saw each other again, but in the time apart, they texted and called nearly every day, each time letting the other in on a little more of who they truly were outside of their first meeting. “What do you miss most about being a kid?” He asked, voice low and whispery.

“Sam sleeping?”

“Yea,” he replied with a yawn. “I’m not tired yet.”

“You sound it,” she said. “Would it be too cliche to say not having to pay bills?”

Dean chuckled. “Yes, I mean something that tells me something about you.”

“There was a lake nearby my house when I was a kid. Well, not nearby, more like a couple hours away. But my parents would take me there a couple times a year. We’d build sand castles and look for seashells. I miss that. What about you?”

“I didn’t really have much a childhood. I was learning how to hunt before I turned 10. When we were young though, I read to Sammy a lot. Help him get to sleep, you know? I miss that.”

“I’m sorry, Dean.”

“Don’t be. It’s in the past.” This time he yawned so hard he could no longer deny that he needed to pass out for the night. “We’ll be passing through in a couple of days. Can I take you on an actual date?”

Smiling sadly to herself, she rested her hand over her tightening chest. “Looking forward to it.”

----

As promised, Dean showed up at her door two days later with a bouquet of flowers in hand. “How did you know these are my favorite?” She asked, inhaling the sweet scent. 

“Educated guess. Now, we’re gonna go to one of my favorite burger joints-bar-tavern things in the area. They have this killer bacon cheeseburger with an egg grilled into the middle of it that you have to try. They also have pool, so I can teach you how to play.”

During one of their nightly phone calls, she asked them how they made a living doing what they did. Hustling pool, the occasional credit card fraud. You know, the usual, he’d laughed. 

You’ll have to teach me.

“Sounds amazing.”

Reaching into the closet for her jacket, she glanced at the small purple coat, still hanging there, and felt her heart skip a beat. How was she able to go out and smile and have fun barely two months after losing a piece of her heart? It felt so wrong. And yet being with Dean felt so right, so natural. 

He’s a strong man, but he’ll let his guard down with those he trusts.

She swallowed back bile and quickly pulled her jacket out, closing the door against realizations and realities she couldn’t indulge. Plastering a fake smile across her face, she slipped the jacket over her shoulders and allowed herself to believe for one moment that life wasn’t as cruel as it seemed to be. 

----

“Sunshine, I think you might be the perfect woman,” Dean laughed.

At that moment, she was acutely aware of the grease running down her chin. “What this whole, chipmunk look with food in my mouth, guzzling beer is a turn on for you?”

Dean licked his lips and took another bite of his own burger. “Yup.”

“I can’t help it, this might be the best burger I’ve ever had. And that’s saying something.” 

“I told you,” he laughed. It didn’t take long for them to finish their food. “Burger is filling, but they have killer pie too. Wanna split a piece?”

She nodded and watched as Dean easily flagged down the waitress and asked for slice of “good ol’ apple.” “The best one they have, followed closely by cherry.”

Dean looked horrified when she grimaced. “Not a big cherry fan. Blueberry, peach, apple. That’s about it on the fruit pies.”

Less than two minutes after the pie came to the table, it was gone. “We should probably go,” Dean said, craning his head back to the door where a line of hungry dinner guests were waiting. “I think our waitress might kill us if we stay any longer.”

Chuckling, you stood up and reached for your wallet before Dean insisted he pay. “First date, remember?”

“Thanks, Dean.” 

Hand in hand, they walked out the diner and toward the Impala. It was so easy to be with him and more often than not he found herself smiling when he was nearby. But she didn’t have the luxury of falling in love, not if it meant she never got to see her daughter again. 

Tessa said he needed to trust her before...before she did it. “Up for a surprise?” She asked.

Dean raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback. “Sure, I never get surprises anymore. Where to?”

Without telling Dean what she was up to, she directed him where to go. Less than five minutes later, she approached a park - the same one she used to take her daughter to. “I used to take my daughter here,” she said, zoning off as a vibrant picture played before her eyes. A little girl in a yellow dress ran across the grass and toward her favorite slide. “Sorry. Got lost in a memory.”

Dean’s easy-going smile from earlier faded away when he saw the sadness in her eyes. “We don’t have to be here,” he offered, looking back toward the car. 

“No, it’s okay.” It really wasn’t. But it was a reminder of why she was here, why she was doing exactly what she was doing despite the darkness eating at her from the inside out. “I wanted to share. There’s no one here at night.”

Dean chuckled and pulled her in to kiss her before running onto the playground set like a giant child. He ran up the metal slide and stuck his head out through a tube. “Come on! Let’s play!”

Allowing herself the opportunity to let go, if only for a moment, she ran up to meet him and chased him around the small area before she tripped and fell, bringing her down with him. “Been a while since I’ve been a kid,” he said, helping her up. They sat on the wood mulch of the playground underneath the slide and he pulled her close. “Thanks.”

“It’s no problem.” For a moment, she hesitated. “You said you used to read to Sam right?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Did anyone ever read to you?” When she looked back, she saw sadness in his eyes. “No?”

“Not that I can remember.”

“Close your eyes.”

Without hesitation, his eyelids fluttered closed. She reached into her pocket for her phone, hand shaking at the intimacy of the moment and the pain she felt. As she read - Vonnegut, considering he’d mentioned it in passing during one of their phone calls - he relaxed into her. Eventually, his head lay in her lap, her fingers twirling his messy brown locks. Hours passed. The only reason either noticed was due to the placement of the moon, now bouncing off the slide and onto the metal of a nearby bench. 

Dean sat up, sleep pulling at his eyes as he kissed her cheek. “Thanks, Sunshine. I can’t remember the last time I felt that relaxed.”

Swallowing the lump in her throat, she replied, softly. “Me either.”

----

Two months passed before they saw one another again, but not a day went by with at least a text. Sometimes it was just “I’m okay. Still alive,” other days they were able to actually talk, asking each other the most random questions in an attempt to know one another inside and out. “Hey, Sunshine,” Dean said as she opened the door.

Smiling, she allowed herself to be pulled into his embrace, his lips finding hers. “Hello to you to, Dean. I’ve missed you.” In the months since they’d seen each other, she’d made an attempt to clean her home. TV dinners were no longer piled up in the kitchen. Garbage was taken out when it needed to be. Occasionally, she would even open the blinds. Still, her daughter’s bear sat on the windowsill as a reminder of what she needed to do. 

Dean was unlike any other man she’d ever met and with him, she found herself content, even happy. But what did that say, if she allowed herself the happiness her little girl never got to experience? 

“Now, I know I said a couple days ago that we’d go get a bite to eat, maybe take a drive, but then I got an idea. Trust me?” There was a boyish glint in his eyes she couldn’t deny. 

Her mouth dropped open when she saw him remove a blindfold from his back pocket. “Kinky!”

“Not like that...not yet,” he replied, eyes full of hope. 

Dean wrapped the blindfold around her eyes and led her to the car. He would entertain a single question about where they were headed until shortly later, he stopped, picked her up out of the passenger seat and placed her on the ground before removing the material covering her eyes. “We’re at the beach,” she whispered in disbelief. “You remembered.” Tears burned at the corners of her eyes, emotion running wild. Despite the beautiful weather, the shadows nipped at her feet.

“Of course.” He crouched down to kiss her and wiped the tears away with the pads of his thumbs. “I made macaroni salad, pie, and I brought all the fixings for the perfect burger, which I can make on this.” He pulled out a small grill. “My George Foreman! This is the best thing in the world.”

As promised, Dean made delicious bacon cheeseburgers with a runny egg in the middle, just as they’d had at the diner months before. After every ounce of red meat was gone, they walked along the beach, toes in the sand and looked for seashells. Given that the nearest real beach was hundreds of miles away, seashells were a rarity, but it was perfect nonetheless.

The sun began to set, blue giving way to purples and pinks as they swayed together on the beach. “My place,” Dean started, “The place I share with my brother between cases, it’s about a half hour from here, do you want to-?”

“Really?” She asked. Her stomach dropped. He trusted her. Enough to bring her home, to the place he shared with his brother, the only other person in world he cared for. “You sure?”

“I am.”

If only she was too.

----

Despite how much Dean talked about him, Sam wasn’t what she expected him to be. She grasped his outstretched hand and feigned shyness, unable to look him in the eye knowing what she would eventually do. “Dean talks about you all the time,” he said, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I knew you had to be some kind of woman.”

“Dean’s told me a lot about you. Mostly good,” she replied with a smile. “It’s great to finally meet you, Sam.” 

After she said goodnight, Dean led her down the wide hallways of what they called “the bunker,” his hand heavy and insistent on the small of her back. Inside, he backed her up against the wall, against the shadows, and captured her lips in a kiss so delicate and sincere she would’ve collapsed were it not for him. 

In spite of herself, she sunk into his embrace and wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her to bed. He trusted her. She knew it in the way he touched her, moaned her name, drank her in. But mostly she knew it in the way he fell asleep peacefully at her side that night.

----

On the morning after their night together, Dean had practically begged her to move into the bunker. “When you leave, I miss you. I hate...being without you.”

She’d been hesitant, but with each excuse he’d countered it. “You make me happy, Sunshine.”

Everything in her had screamed to run, but the earnestness in his gaze pulled her in and she’d complied. While they were away on cases, she would walk around the bunker, gaining more and more insight into the man she’d fallen in love with. Tessa had to be wrong. Dean was a good man - the best she’d ever met.

Screaming into the cold concrete walls of the bunker, she called for Tessa. “I know you’re watching me, you bitch! Answer me!” She slammed her fists against the wall, but no amount of pain could make her feel. “Where the fuck are you?!”

Barreling through the halls like a storm, she gasped when she turned the corner to see her there - the same determination emanating from her as the night they’d met. “Having second thoughts?”

“I can’t do this,” she sobbed, falling to her knees in front of the reaper. “Dean is not the man you think he is. He doesn’t deserve this.”

Disdain radiated from each word. “You only know the man he claims to be.”

“No! I know him. He’s kind. He’s gentle. He does what he does for love. And if he crossed you it’s because you deserved it.” Tears streamed down her face.

Tessa’s gaze melted from soft and endearing into furious and frightening in a matter of seconds. Picking her up by the throat, Tessa tossed her back against the wall. “You’ll follow through on our deal or I will alter it. Get rid of him and you will get your daughter back. She’ll be just as she was and the two of you will live a happy life together. Go back on your promise to me and I will make sure your daughter’s spirit rots in hell for the rest of eternity!”

Sobbing, she clawed at Tessa’s hands. “My daughter did nothing to deserve this! You-”

“BUT DEAN HAS!” She bellowed so loudly it felt as if the walls shook. “And I will use whoever and whatever I need to make him pay.”

“You can’t. You said yourself your bosses don’t trust you anymore!”

“True.” She spoke coolly, her fury gone and replaced with something along the razor’s edge of composure. “But they want Dean dead as badly as I do, if not for the same reasons. Get rid of him, Sunshine,” she said mockingly. “Or I will find someone who will and your daughter will burn.” Without another word, she left her trembling on the floor of the bunker, shadows closing in from every angle.

----

As the weeks passed into months, she awoke each night, screaming, picturing her daughter calling out for her from the fires of hell, begging for her to save her. Dean would lull her back to sleep with made-up stories he used to tell Sam and fervent kisses that said what he couldn’t. 

With the deadline looming large, she tried to think of any way to get the job done. At first, she thought of drugging him with pills. An entire bottle would do the trick and he would fall asleep not knowing the monster that shared his bed, but Tessa wouldn’t allow it, appearing to her again. “I can’t get near him, but you can.”

She was in over her head. Her choices were slim. Either tell Dean, bear the brunt of his hatred and never see her daughter again, or do as Tessa commanded, hate herself and save her daughter’s damned soul. Self-hatred streamed through her veins, but she had no choice.

What started as “kill him in whatever way you can” had morphed into Tessa brandishing a knife she was to use. Every time she tried, pulled the knife from her pocket and attempted to do the unthinkable, she saw his green eyes fade away into darkness. For weeks, she made herself ill, throwing up every day and shivering to sleep in Dean’s embrace at night.

Dean thought she’d been cursed as a way to hurt him, but they couldn’t find any evidence. They’d taken her to the hospital, but unsurprisingly she’d had a clean bill of health. Only she knew the cause of her pain.

“Come on, Sunshine” he said excitedly, “I have a surprise for you.” 

Taking his hand, she followed him out of the bunker to a clearing in a forest just a short way away, where he had another picnic, like the one so many months before, set up underneath the stars. “It’s been 11 months since the first night we met. I probably should’ve waited for a full year, but I couldn’t help myself.”

Awash in darkness, she began to cry. He pulled her close and they began to sway, a clumsy dance that brought a smile to his face. There was no time left. Reaching into her pocket, she grasped the handle of the knife. “I’m sorry, Dean.” Before she could stop herself, she plunged the blade into his chest. 

He grabbed the blade, hissing in pain as she pulled herself away. “Why?” He choked, hands shaking around the knife’s handle. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she sobbed, backing away. “I had no choice.”

A moment years in the making, Tessa made herself known, kicking his phone away before he could call for help. “How does it feel, Dean? Knowing the woman you love betrayed you?”

With a self-satisfied smile, she disappeared momentarily, only to reappear with her baby girl at her side. Dean made the connection. “I could’ve helped you. I would’ve...I-”

Tessa ushered her away, demanding she run as Dean fell to the ground. “I’m sorry,” she breathed, holding her daughter tight to her chest. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, Mama. I’m okay.” She remembered nothing.

Through the tear-stained forest, Sunshine ran from the light - the memories of Dean’s touch, his soothing voice, his gentle kiss - and into the darkness, her constant.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Home Sweet Home: 112 Ocean Ave

Summary- 2.6k Andy Barber x You. You and Andy almost have it all, married and with a jointed family consisting of Andy’s teenage son Jacob, as well as your two younger children John and Cassidy. Looking to add another member, your family is in need of a bigger house, a forever home. You find just the place, 112 Ocean Avenue in Amityville Long Island.   Home Sweet Home

Written for @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho​ Spooky Scary Stories challenge. Divider by @firefly-graphics​

Warnings- swears, implied smut, mentions of murders. 

A/N- I chose Amityville Horror for the challenge because its one of my favorite Spook Stories growing up. When reading you will find a lot of similarities to the 2005 Movie, some of the scenarios and dialogue are specifically from that film. Other parts of it are from the book itself. The family name was changed for my own personal reasons. Happy Haunting!  🎃

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You scrolled through your phone, double checking the address. “Andy it should be up the next couple streets. Lakeside.” You couldn't hold back the excitement in your tone, and Andy hit the blinker to turn down Ocean Avenue. 

“Babe, don't get too excited.” Andy tried to talk reason with you, his fingers thrumming on the steering wheel. “If it's too good to be true, it probably is.” 

You shifted over as much as you could, the Audi middle armrest keeping you from curling up into his side, but you could rest your head on his bicep. “Come on Andy, this might just be what we've been looking for. Good school district, excellent location, nice neighborhood, enough room for all three of the kids.” 

Andy tilted his head a bit to look down at you, his eyes softening around the edges as he finally smiled, you were so excited for this that it was hard not to match your enthusiasm. His hand released the steering column to take your hand, weaving his fingers through your hand, he let your hands rest against his lap. “You know Y/N, if this place is as big as what the pictures show, we could finally try for our own baby.” 

Wiggling your brows, you nuzzled his arm before sitting up. “I know Andy, why else do you think I want this place. Five bedrooms. It's perfect. Jacob can have a room to come home to when he comes and stays with us when he's not with Laurie. Cassidy and John each have their own bedrooms, and future little Barber Bean will have a cute nursery.” Your voice wandered as your gaze turned towards the window, watching beautiful homes pass you two by. Homes you never would have dreamed possible, million dollar homes on a lake. When you got the ping on your phone for 112 Ocean Avenue being lowered in price, you dreamed about the possibility of it. Then it lowered again, and you started to get hopeful. Then this last price drop, taking off another $30,000 dollar, you squealed in bed. Effectively waking Andy with a jolt, startling him. 

Now here you were, going to look at what will be your dream home, the perfect home. The forever home for you and Andy. Andy would probably scoff at you just knowing this, since he didn't believe in fate. But you did, fate after all was how you met the DA in a bar when you both needed each other in a dark time, and had fallen in love. So fate now was leading you here, to your and Andy’s new start in life. It could be a dream come true. You had enough belief for both of you.  

Suddenly a big white house filled your vision, and you glanced at the address on the GPS. “Andy, there it is! Look at it.” You said excitedly, and Andy slowed the car, pulling to the curb to lean a bit into the passenger side, looking out your window to gaze at the house, giving a small whistle. 

“Okay Sweetheart, I agree. This place looks nice. Too nice, are you sure that price is right?” 

“Yes, I double checked with the realtor when I called them last week. It's really the right price.” 

Andy straightened in his seat, and turned into the long driveway. “That true Honey, this is the deal of a lifetime.” 

You grinned excitedly, just about bouncing in your seat. Andy’s hand reached over, sliding his hand along your thigh before taking your hand, weaving his fingers with yours and giving a gentle squeeze. You knew that he was also excited now. 

When Andy pulled up to the house, the realtor waited for them on the front steps, clutching her phone to her chest and gave a smile. The kind a dealer who's looking to make a fast sale gives. “Welcome, I had hoped you all would be able to find the place easily. Magnificent isn't it? Built around 1910, the foundation is original, but all updated while keeping its original charm. Shall we go inside?” She dangled the keys and you with wide eyed enthusiasm nodded. Andy draped his arm over your shoulder, nodding in agreement. 

The realtor showed them right inside, bustling them inside as she shut the door. “As you see, lots of beautiful lighting, the kitchen has been all updated. The marble counter tops were just installed not even two years ago.” She clasped her hands together and kept a smile plastered on her face while you and Andy wandered into the entrance of the house, looking around. Andy’s head tilted back while looking for any kind of possible damage while you took a step or two on the stairs, and leaned against the banister. “What are you thinking Andy?” you wiggle your nose at him, and he glances at you, you can see him hiding a smile, and he stuffed his hands in his pockets, humming lightly while looking around once more before answering. “The entrance way looks nice, spacious. But I want to look over the rest of the house.” 

“Of course, if you come this way to the sitting room. Perfect for get togethers, children's sleepovers, family game nights. Do you… two have any children?” she flashed a toothy grin, and you wandered away from Andy a moment while he addressed the realtor. “Yes, Y/N has two smaller children, and I have a teenage son.” 

“How nice! Then this really would be perfect for living a family life.” she continued on while Andy followed her in, you waited a moment, then stepped away yourself, going the opposite way. You could still hear the realtor's voice, but you paid no heed. You already knew that this was home. You already could see yourself with a new baby on your hip, redecorating room by room. Andy would be able to set up a home office to work from. You might even be able to write that book you wanted. The kids would settle in, Jacob could come home on weekends from college, holidays the whole family could get together and everything you were picturing was the dream. 

Your dream and you hoped Andy's dream as well. 

Your fingers slid along the cool marble counters once you reached the kitchen, and looked around at the new appliances installed. You grasped the large kitchen sink, and peeked out the back window to see the lake view, catching your breath. Large old maple trees adorned the lake edge, and there was a boat house at the end of the deck. Could this place get any better? 

“Y/N?” you heard Andy coming up from behind you, the click of heels against the floor told you the realtor was right on your husbands tail when he entered the kitchen. Looking around, he gave a low whistle of approval. “Nice.” 

You spun and couldn't hide the grin. “Isn't it? Andy…” You gave a soft whine, and he hugged around you, shushing you in your ear a moment before turning towards the realtor. 

“Basement? I plan on converting it into a temporary office for now until we're settled.” Andy asked and the realtor turned around and opened a door, flicking on a light. 

“Go on ahead and look around.” She looked down the dark stairs and took a cautious step back, her voice wavering slightly. “I’m- uh- gonna just stay up here.” 

Andy walked past her, and you followed him, the both of you going down the stairs. Once you both got to the bottom, Andy looked around all the corners. It seemed dry, clean, and had all the usual things that made up a basement. “Yup, it’s a basement.” 

You leaned onto him a moment and chuckled. “You sound so excited Mr.Barber.” 

Up above them, the realtor said in her overly cheerful voice. “So what do you two think?” 

Andy arched a teasing brow and looked you up and down. “I think you look foxy in that skirt.” 

“Andy!” you hissed as you pushed lightly against his chest and started back up the stairs. He was right behind you and his hand slapped against your backside teasing before you two came back out in the kitchen. 

The rest of the tour went decent, the upstairs had more than enough bedrooms for everyone, closet space, the works. Even now Andy was getting a bit more on board with the prospect of buying this house, and you were sure he was going to give in. Your tour ended back in the main foyer, and Andy excused you two to talk a moment. He pulled you into the living room, sure to give you two enough space not to be overheard. 

“You really want this house Y/N?” his hands reached for yours and weaved your fingers together. “It will mean some sacrifices, because it's still on the high end of our price range, but we can do it.” He assured you, and you shuffled a foot back and forth while thinking about it. 

“I want to, Andy, I feel like this is the right place for us. It has everything we wanted and then some. I can see us being happy here.” 

That was all it took, Andy gave a smile and nodded in agreement, and you couldn't help the excited yelp, jumping into his arms, hugging around his neck and legs around his slender waist. The realtor with a look of panic came running around the corner of the entrance and put her hand to her chest in relief. 

“Were all happy then?” 

You grinned happily as you slid back to the floor, and Andy wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “I think we're ready to put an offer on it.” 

“Well, let me call my office and see about drawing up some papers.” She seemed to be relieved, and once you all were ushered outside, she closed the door firmly. Andy walked down the path a short ways, and turned around to look up at the expansive house, his hand rubbing at his beard in a thoughtful way. The largest purchase he’s made so far, but something was still bugging him about it. 

“Okay, what’s the catch with this place? I looked up what other listings go for in this area. None of them are nearly in such a nice location, or this size, and they are twice the price of this house.” When the realtor hesitated, Andy cleared his throat. “By law you're required to tell us if anything has happened here we should be aware of.” You suddenly could feel your heart sinking a bit at the realtors' crestfallen face. 

“Okay… There was a tragedy- a family was murdered here.” You gasped and the realtor continued. “But that was a long time ago, everyone in the town has moved on. Plus it's a house, a beautiful house just made to have a family in it and become a home. Why let one bad time ruin your decision? You will not find a nicer home in the area, that I can guarantee.” 

Andy took a deep breath and looked up at the house again, and you tugged lightly on his jacket. “Can we still? would it be too weird to live in a house where a family was murdered?” 

“Baby, it's not the house's fault. House’s don't kill people, people kill people. Trust me, I've worked enough cases to know.” Andy glanced down at you. “Would you be able to be okay with it?”  

You let it sink in, and you never had to find out the details honestly. You didn't want to know, you just couldn't let your dreams slip away by something that happened in the past. 

“Let's do it Andy, we can make a better story for this house. Our story.”

Later that night, you and Andy have just told the kids that they were indeed buying a house, and showed them pictures of it. After the two smaller ones were in bed, you and Andy were curled up on the couch, watching a tv show. Jacob was nearby on his phone, looking at the pictures he asked you to send him earlier. 

“This house is huge, way bigger than this one or the one Mom has.” Jacob happened to remark, and Andy nodded. 

“It really is Jake, and it's by the college you want to attend. Y/N and I were talking about it on the way home, and if you just wanted to stay with us rather than live on campus, you would save lots of money.” You nodded in agreement while Andy continued. “No rent, you just gotta help around the house a bit.” 

Jacob looked thoughtful at the offer you and his father was making, and he finally nodded. “That actually would be great guys, thanks. At least the first year.” He went back to his phone, and you hid a grin against Andy’s arm, both of you pleased that he was so eager to take up the offer. He might not be your son, but you cared for him just as much as either of your children. 

Jacob soon yawned and stretched. “Catch y'all in the morning.” 

Andy gave a nod and you yawned sleepily as well, but opted to stay right where you were. “Night Jakey.” You said, and he gave a wave as he headed up the stairs to the bedroom he shared with your son. 

It was quiet for a while before Andy kissed the top of your head, and you looked up at him. “Excited Baby?” 

You bit your lip and shifted to sit up more, pushing him back against the couch, and lifting your leg over his to straddle him while cupping his face. “Want me to show you just how excited I am Handsome?” your brows wriggled and his hands gripped your hips gently and tilted his head. 

“Think we're not going to get caught?” Andy said in a hushed voice and you tilted to look up the stairs, noticing all the lights were off. 

“We’re safe.” You giggled and covered your lips with his, brushing up against him with a soft moan. 

You were more than happy to show him just how excited you were. 

Later that night, when everyone was sound asleep, Andy eased out of bed, sure to make sure you were covered. Making his way down to the kitchen, he grabbed his laptop and started it up while moving to sit down. Quickly he pulled up google, and typed in the new house's address. Whatever happened wouldn't change his mind. But Andy liked to know what exactly he was moving his family into. 

What pulled up was horrific. Pulling up crime scene photos of the family who lived in 112 Ocean Ave years ago, he wasn't shocked to see splatters of blood across the master bedroom that would soon be yours, or the torn apart children's beds with holes blown through the mattresses. It wouldn't be the first time he's seen this kind of evil in the world with his work. Rubbing his hand against his chin in thought, his eyes scanned through the article. What he wasn't expecting was the oldest Deffor son, 24 named Ronnie was the killer.  

He had gone through with a rifle at 3:30 in the morning, starting with his parents and then moving onto his siblings. “Oh god.” Andy muttered as he read the details logged, the man claimed he was told to by a demon. Pushing back from his seat, just staring at the picture of Ronnie being taken out by the police, Andy couldn't look away from his eyes, bloodshot and wild. They bothered Andy to look at, imagining how terrified the children must have been to see their brother staring at them like that, from the end of a rifle. Reaching over to close the laptop, and cut off the pictures, he sighed. 

People kill people, the house is perfectly fine. Telling himself this, he put away his laptop and went back upstairs to join you again. You muttered in your sleep and eased back into his arms. 

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Sunshine and Shadows- Chapter 1

Watching Nico talking to Annabeth and Percy, Will mentally slapped himself in the face. That conversation had gone about as smoothly as the surface of the moon. There was no chance of Nico ever willingly talking to him if he behaved like an overprotective mother hen, although part of him still wanted to wrap the son of Hades up in a blanket, burrito-style, and hand-feed him nutritious snacks.

“Solace!”

The harsh tone of Clarisse’s voice snapped him back to reality.

“Quit admiring Di Angelo! I know you’d be more than happy to do that all day, so I’m reminding you now! You have an appointment after lunch to give Chuck a check-up DO NOT BE LATE OR YOU’LL BE GETTING AN APPOINTMENT WITH MY SPEAR!”

On that friendly note, the newly-elected godmother stormed over to the Athena Cabin to harass the campers who had offered to weave clothes for the new-born satyr. Gods help whoever stood in the way of her warpath. She adored Chuck and was determined to make his life as perfect as possible. 

Will nodded vaguely, before turning back to watch the son of Hades. He couldn’t help it. It wasn’t his fault that Nico was so gods damned attractive. Nico laughed at something Percy said, the action lighting up his face, making him truly look like the angel his name said he was. He gave Annabeth a high-five before heading back towards where Will was standing in front of the Apollo Cabin. 

Will noticed a blush creeping into his cheeks and quickly turned away, mortified. A moment later he felt a prod at his shoulder and looked up to see the son of Hades regarding him questioningly. 

“Will? We’d better get these 3 days over and done with then, right?”

Startled, Will let out a weird laugh that sounded like a piece of machinery made by Cabin 9, before nodding, turning round, and promptly walking into the doorframe, much to the amusement of Kayla, who was sitting inside, waxing her bowstring. Embarrassed, he quickly changed from his flip-flops into something more suitable for the infirmary before emerging again onto the porch. 

✧✧✧

Nico was waiting for him on the porch, leaning against a post, drumming his fingers against the railing. When Will approached him, he stood up and gestured for the son of Apollo to lead the way. The walk to the infirmary was short, thank the gods, and Will spent the time determinedly staring forwards. A few campers were hurrying around, carrying supplies. Will nodded a hello towards Jake Mason, who  was with a few other Hephaestus kids. The older boy didn’t have crutches any more, but preferred to use a cane when he had to walk around. Typical Cabin 9-style it had several cool additions, such as being able to extend into a fighting staff and, if Harley had anything to do with it, probably a flamethrower somewhere. The scarily muscular 8-year-old was chatting animatedly to his older brother, but he wasn’t at his usual bouncy self. Harley had worshipped Leo, and had been devastated by his loss. It didn’t help that now, closer to the start of school, all of his siblings, save for Nyssa, would be heading home or to college for a while. Will made a mental note to hang out with him more. 

The two boys reached the doors of the infirmary and Will opened one, stepping aside to let Nico in first. Once they were inside, Will made a beeline for an empty bed at the back of the infirmary.

“We save the front beds for anyone that comes in with a really severe injury”,

he explained. He gestured for Nico to sit on the bed while he fussed around, clearing some of Austin’s sheet music away from a chair before plonking himself down on it. He’d have a word later with his brother about working on his compositions in the infirmary. Glancing up, he noticed that Nico was looking rather awkward (and adorable). He kept moving his hands around, as if he weren’t quite sure what he was doing, whilst desperately avoiding eye contact with anyone. Right. Nico wasn’t a people person, and it was currently quite busy in the surrounding area. Will stood up to draw the blue curtain around their area, before turning to address the son of Hades. 

“I know this is primarily for you to get some rest, but I think I should give you a general check just to make sure nothing other than your irresponsible use of underworldy powers is a problem.”

Nico scowled at him but didn’t argue, instead opting for a curt nod. Will continued,

“I’ll start by looking under that bandage on your arm”

He reached out to Nico’s arm 

“Is this ok?”,

he asked. Nico paused slightly, before nodding again. As gently as he could, Will raised Nico’s arm and began to slowly unwind the bandage, revealing several nasty-looking red claw-marks gouged into his skin.

“Werewolf claws”,

mumbled Nico. Will frowned.

“These are definitely infected. I’ll check for a fever and get some ambrosia for you. I reckon these will leave scars.”

He hesitated, then leaned in and brushed Nico’s raven-black hair from his forehead. It felt soft and, to his dismay, Will found his cheeks turning pink again. Holding the back of his hand against Nico’s pale forehead, he noticed how warm the son of Hades was.

“Nico, you’re burning up!”,

he announced before rummaging around in a nearby cupboard for some ambrosia and anything else he could use to treat the wound. He noticed a rather sad-looking Aloe Vera plant. Didn’t his siblings know that Aloe Vera should be placed in direct sunlight and not at the back of supply cupboards? He placed the poor plant in the windowsill, before taking a washcloth and some antibacterial ointment from the cupboard, along with the promised ambrosia. After thoroughly washing his hands, he handed the ambrosia to Nico, who began to delicately take small bites out of it, while he wet the cloth under the tap and started to carefully clean the wound. Nico winced slightly when the cloth made contact with the infected area, but had a slightly dopey faraway expression whilst he ate the ambrosia. Will wondered what Nico tasted when he consumed ambrosia. When Will ate it he tasted the sweet lemonade his grandma made whenever he returned home to visit. He tended to remain at camp most of the time, due to his mum always travelling for work and his insistence not to attend any sort of boarding school, but every now and again, he would fly over with a satyr protector to stay at his grandparent’s house with her. When he left, he would spend most of his time wondering when, or if, he’d ever get to go back. Especially after having 2 big wars in the space of a few years. Of course, his problems were all miniscule compared to what Nico had had to go through. He’d had to face the death of his sister, being alone with only a ghost for company, knowing about Camp Jupiter and not being able to tell anyone, being kidnapped and locked in a jar by crazy giants, and then on top of all of that had to deal with everyone at camp avoiding him, because they thought that he wasn’t normal. It all made Will so angry at the world, for allowing some people so many good things, when Nico could probably count the number of times he’d been happy since coming to camp on one hand, and still have fingers left over to spare.

Nico cleared his throat, and Will realised to his embarrassment, that he was staring again. He sheepishly placed the cloth in the sink, before lightly spreading a thin layer of the antibacterial ointment over the claw marks and murmuring a prayer to his father, while wondering if it would even work, seeing as Apollo was probably at that moment in time in the middle of a long lecture from his father, Zeus, concerning Octavian, the evil stuffed-toy destroyer (Percy had treated the whole camp to a story at the campfire of how his panda pillow pet had been brutally slaughtered). 

He then covered the wound with a gauze pad, finishing by gently wrapping a length of bandage around, to prevent further infection. 

He turned round to clean up while giving Nico strict instructions,

“I’ll talk to Chiron and explain that you are under no circumstances to partake in any sort of training exercises. You should spend most of your time here, getting some much needed sleep, however I think it’s a good idea for you to attend 1 meal a day at the pavilion, which will also allow you to have some healthy time outdoors. The rest of the time I will provide food for you.”

Even though he was facing away, he could imagine the son of Hades glaring daggers at him. 

“I can get food myself. There’s a McDonalds near enough that the shadow travel shouldn’t hurt me.”

Will sighed in exasperation, running a hand through his hair and turning around to face his stubborn patient.

“Really? What part of ‘you can’t even summon a wishbone without melting into a puddle of darkness’ do you not get? I’m not even going to start on the ridiculous lack of proper nutrients in a McDonalds meal. What can they offer you that camp doesn’t?”

Nico raised his chin in a show of defiance

“Does Camp Half-Blood offer snazzy boxes? No I thought not. It also has an over-bearing mamma bear watching my every move. When I agreed to this, I expected gentle rest, not a prison sentence.”

He dramatically flopped back on the bed, his head on the pillow. 

“I’m not even tired! Not one bit!”

Fixing his glare at the ceiling he mumbled

“This is a nice pillow. Soft and squishy.”

On that note, he fell asleep, still muttering about how fully awake he was. Amused, Will shook his head and stepped out of the curtained area into the main area of the infirmary to see Cecil and Austin chuckling in his direction. Austin was in the process of checking Cecil’s strained calf muscle and met Will’s eyes with an amused look.

“Why William my dear brother, I do believe that you have met your match. He’s just as headstrong as you are!”

Disgruntled, the senior counsellor of the Apollo cabin went to the storage closet to reorganise the medical supplies.

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Ash Pt 3

Uses Paper Crowns by Alec Benjamin, song this series was inspired by. 

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Where the library once was your chosen bed back again you went to your new apartment and closed the door behind you for a private tour of the place. Each room was checked again until you paused at the sight of a servant who had come in to light your fires after having lit the King’s and Lord Glorfindel’s. They nodded their head to you and slipped out once they were through to move onto their next stop in this wing.

Once completely alone to your kitchen you went to find it empty of any supplies. From your side you lifted your bag and opened the top from where in a wiggle of your fingers above it all the pots, pans and dishes you had been using in your former prison flew out to their new homes. Next around each room in each of the empty candle holders you eased long thin fire crystals that with a gentle blow on the tip ignited with orbs of light to cast gentle glow into the apartment. All far more reasonable than wax candles that would eventually burn out, each able to last centuries without any wear if used properly. The study, once empty with what seemed to be a hundred shelves was filled with the books you had been reading and rereading, not all of the hundreds of thousands trapped inside the bag but as many as could fit that you would rotate out seasonally or however you would choose to.

The closet was next. Like a geyser the almost endless sea of colored clothes you had along with dress shoes and boots alike were arranged and sorted with care until at the end your hand landed on the warm white and grey fur blanket your mother had given you with black spots. In your fist it was pulled out and to your chest clung to in your body’s drop to fold around it to the start of the start of your tears. They couldn’t have known that was his plan you kept repeating to yourself. She couldn’t have wished that fate for you no matter the price. And now they would hear, if they were still alive, that your supposed kingdom was drowned and gone and their only child with it. That was, if you were their only child. She was still young and it wouldn’t have been impossible to have conceived that son he wanted, especially when there were ample funds to have afforded fertility potions if that was the reasoning as to why you were their one and only child.

A distant gong of a bell however snapped you from the pit of despair. And to your new bed you went in a sniffling half tear blind mess. To fling the blanket across the bed and to add your own pillow, a pair of handmade sock dog dolls and a stuffed crochet tan goat that you had been given by your grandmother before she had been forced out of the house for reasons you were never allowed to know. From your simple dress you changed into a pair of knee length pants and a loose tunic with hair braided back for a simple ease into the first actual bed you had slept on since before you were taken. That is if a pull down cot from a panel in the wall could be called a bed compared to this four poster canopied wonder. You never anticipated being a Queen, and what you had gotten was far from what you had been promised for.

Beyond soft this cloud of a bed melded around the body that sank into it and only lured out more tears to your plummet back into the constant pain the daily tasks had distracted you from wallowing in. The silence let it shriek and scream and berate you for your idiocy and failure to somehow not being enough to have not been treated that way. Somehow you made yourself a target and had gotten yourself locked away to that demon and now were living off the pity of a King and his people until you could earn your keep and place here. Beaten and bloody you woke again to the invisible scars and open wounds of that pain with glass lined eyelids opened to find this new place at least was not a dream. With a final stubborn tear to plummet over and from your nose to roll over the frozen trails its siblings had left on their way to make a wet spot on the pillow you had left nail marks in once again last night. Remorsefully over each tear your fingertips slid with golden glimmers stitching each one back together without a trace of the wound you had inflicted upon the lifeless thing.

“It has to end,” you muttered to yourself, every book you read and every world suffering thrived it always there was an end for its victims. Splashes of warm water were smoothed over your face with some salve from a small vial that you smoothed across your face to refresh your skin and eyelids to reduce puffiness and blotchiness to seem at least that you hadn’t spent the night weeping into your pillow. You had heard again that Dale would be open again for another Elven visit and had woken up accordingly to the earliest public meal available beforehand.

Without the folded skirt as the rest of those you had were lace over your black pants and the bottom of your sky blue tunic was a navy and black layered knee length skirt of overlaid embroidered strips that would help to disguise the wider hips and more pronounced backside and shape of your thighs that seemed to be more toned than the Elleths here. The obvious curvature of your bust could not be disguised but could be squished down a bit with your black vest with silver accents to keep from any possible risk of an unplanned reveal. Another way you stuck out almost making you wish that you had arrived more closer to the Dwarves in height as they were properly plump with most having thick voluminous hair closer in texture to yours. But comparisons aside even not common in shape to these tall silent people who had kindly taken you in seemed to simply accept you for your differences, or at least not let it be known to your face that they didn’t.

Over your necklace and rings you paused at your nightstand with bangs easing from behind your left ear across your face. You didn’t want to put them on again but would regret leaving them behind, so you simply closed your eyes and lifted them to secure it around your neck. In a shake of your head on your heel you turned and made for the front door collecting your bag as you went you shouldered to make your way out into the hall. Where across the closing door you eyed the new symbols etched into the wood underneath the panels of swans in a lake that were there at your tour. Later on you’d figure out what those symbols meant and two blind steps afterwards a chest was what stopped you. Half asleep the now stopped Prince with a sudden snap of wide eyes caught your flinch of a grin and apology filled step around the grass and tree scented body you had bumped into. Just a moment he lingered there then continued on to his apartment beside his father’s to bathe and sleep while you focused to not slam into anyone of the other silent giants in this kingdom on the way to your meal.

.

A paper crown

And a heart made of glass

A tattered gown

And her kingdom of ash

She walks alone

She can never look back

The story of a queen whose castle has fallen to the sea

.

Back and forth from shop to customer deliveries were taken with a few spare deliveries by nearby shops added on along the way to add to your purse. Queen or not the focus of the new citizen while Dwarves especially while not raising you to the level of public reverence as when Thror would join them yet not a one skimped on even a simple show of respect for your title in passing and upon accepting deliveries. No one questioned your work ethic and in each pass through the winding streets of Dale you crossed off a good deal of the city now to grow a map of sorts for it inside your mind. Strangers however from the Men in town had taken in tries to place themselves upon those pathways to stir up a sort of conversation. None more than the nameless to you Lord of Dale himself who to the amusement of those watching had been thwarted in convincing you to join them for lunch as you had accepted Grunnd’s offer to eat with him and his spouse and their children.

.

She'll make it out

But she's never the same

She's lookin' down

At the scars that remain

But you hold your ground

Though your kingdoms in flames

'Cause it's the story of a queen who's castle has fallen to the sea

Knowing there's no one who will be

A king that will come and save his queen

.

Small friendships. Tiny smiles. Friendly encounters. None of that did anything to hide the pain still in your eyes and the occasional caught brushes of fingers along the necklace or rings as good as a brand from the dead prison warden of a husband that stung more than one in passing deeply. No one could bear the lost distant gaze off to the ground that would come over you in moments of pause that spoke so loudly for them on the raging sea hidden in plain sight. And on the evenings you now traded deliveries to work in the Smith’s shop again each smoky sight of you paired to those distant gazes had people swear they could hear the sounds of those screams and flames that had torn through your now sunken home.

.

When all she needs

And all she wants

When all she finds

When all she is, and ever was

Is compromised

'Cause there's no one to love her when

You built your walls

Too high

And there's no one to love you when you build

Your walls

Too high

.

Right out of your daydreams the sight of the Prince snapped your mind in his place to the side of the Captain of the Guard who had headed the transport again silently beckoned you over to him and returned your respectful nod, “Your Majesty.”

Legolas responded, “Prince Legolas is an acceptable trade of names between us outside of friendship bonds both formally and cordially.”

“Right,” you said softly and his eyes scanned over your face.

“I came to ask how you are finding Greenwood as your home.”

“It is a very lovely kingdom. Thank you for-,”

A bit softer he stated in a try to be less formal sensing he was being misunderstood, “I was not seeking a reiteration of any gratitude upon your part. Merely, how are you finding your employment here rather? Do you find deliveries and errands a sustainable career for yourself so far? As we have an endless supply of fields open for you to explore, even our own guards should you wish it we would be grateful to train you to know our forest and how to defend it and yourself.”

“Oh, well, my parents were tradesmen, and I delivered things and did errands.” Gaining a nod from the Prince and Captain you glanced between, “I never knew anything else, for now it pays, I am not certain if it pays well, compared to others but it is what I know.”

Tauriel nodded her head and stated, “Should you ever become curious of a new profession you are free to ask at any time, there will always be someone available to train you personally as long as interest prevails it is how we live, a great many of us try at so many professions before we find our paths.”

Legolas chuckled and said, “We had a great many fires before Tauriel traded a blade for baking against her uncle’s trade.”

She grinned and held back his countless tries to find his own way and simply said, “And had our Prince pursued painting as he wished in childhood our palace walls would be a great deal more colorful. Though less tolerable for guests to stomach in regards to his preferred color palate.” That had you chuckle to yourself and glance away for a few others in passing to see an elusive smile full on that retracted when you caught their gaze and she said, “There is time.” At that they bowed their heads and turned to leave you to head off to bathe and ready for supper.

.

She's looking out

From the war that's inside

She's screaming out

'Cause no one survived

But when you're all alone

You wait and you hide

'Cause it's the story of a queen whose castle has fallen to the sea

Knowing, there's no one who will be

A king who will come and save his queen

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A roll of thunder had your eyes raise from the pillow you woke up staring at in a tear from your nightmare on all fours. Hard pants left your lips and to another growl like roll of thunder you leapt from bed and raced out of your apartment through the halls past confused guards on watch until to a wall of rain across from the stables you halted and tried to catch your breath. Wide eyed the sight of the line of horses filing into the large building from the storm you had misinterpreted as a dragon attack each breath brought you back down to earth. However dripping wet from the rain Lord Glorfindel came into view with a cloak draped around his shoulders and chest completely aware of the lingering fear in your eyes that to the sight of the King in blackened ooze stained armor echoing pings to every rain drop that collided with it darted away in a sharp turn back to your room.

Two hallways later however Lord Glorfindel alongside the King both came into your path with eyes in search over your face for what the problem could be, both the source of the trail of water droplets from their former place in the rain. However the foot that came out from underneath the cloak had you point and say, “You have a foot,”

Lord Glorfindel answered, “Yes, Prince Estel, ward of Lord Elrond, has arrived with the young Lords Elladan and Elohrir from a visit to their grandfather Lord Celeborn in Lothlorien.”

King Thranduil however asked the burning question they yearned to know as the source of those tears that had broken free down your face to the drip of water from his head to his toe that his skin felt each one in their cold departure from where they had it him down to his feet. “Are you unwell?”

Haltingly you shook your head and raised your hands to the feel of the tears to wipe your cheeks, “Rain. Over a thousand years, no rain. Just, forgot, how loud it can be.”

You didn’t mention the dragon, but the both of them could see that there was more you weren’t saying. “There you are,” The voice turned your head and the soaking wet twins who looked you over nodded their heads in response to yours.

King Thranduil spoke the answer to their unasked question, “Boys, allow me to introduce Queen Jaqiearae.” To you he named the pair, “Princes Elladan and Ellohrir.”

Elladan, “Ah, Ada will be pleased to know you have discovered a title to go with such a stunning new arrival.”

“Ada?” you asked Thranduil whose eyes were still fixed upon you that almost made your breath hitch in notice of that.

Thranduil, “Ada means father.”

“Ah, interesting.” After another nod of your head you said to the King, “I am interrupting. Mind your puddle.” You said then walked around the King who bit the inside of his lip to keep from shouting at you to stop and merely turned when you were a good ten feet ahead to follow behind and ensure you made it back to your apartment on the way to his. An act that had the curious twins behind him in wonder for just what their father’s friend had expected from said curious stranger.

It wasn’t until you had gotten to the door of your apartment you had seen they had followed you and Thranduil in a few steps closer spoke again to steal another chance to say anything to ease any worries from the storm. “During rains like this we do not travel to Dale. Next week will be our next scheduled trip to Dale lest we risk wounding our horses or damaging our wagons.”

“Oh, thank you.”

Lord Glorfindel in a glance between you said to break the silence spoke up, “Sleep well Your Highness.”

“Good night,” you said after a sweeping glance over the group then through the door you opened behind you they watched you walk and close it behind you unable to think of what else to say to the puddle spreading King who simply turned for his apartment at the seal of the doors. In his absence the curiously smirking twins glanced between one another and the dripping Lord who carried the sleeping Prince to his nursery before heading for a bath and to change for the night.

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When all she needs

When all she wants

And all she finds

When all she is, and ever was

Is compromised

'Cause there's no one to love her when

You built your walls

Too high

And there's no one to love you when you build

Your walls

Too high

.

Breakfasts came with more offers for work including more nonsensically cluttered rooms that fortunately for you the tasks took up a good chunk of your days that left your evenings post bath to simply relax. Most often you relaxed on a lounge that looked over a garden with a view of some Elk roaming through the trees in the light drizzle that to each distant rumble of thunder you stretched your tense legs, arms and back. Hints of soreness from the hard work named the following day as your day off to rest. A voice on your left however had you jump and look up to the apologetic messenger who bowed his head and stepped closer with the letter extended in hand. “Your Highness,” after a glance at the letter you accepted hold of it and he said, “A letter arrived for you by hawk.”

“Oh, thank you.” You said with a grin that he took as the sign to turn and return to his own rounds of delivering the arrived mail. When alone your eyes lowered to the letter with those same sigil from your apartment door with more across the flap above the wax seal on the back of the envelope with a symbol you had seen often in Dale but couldn’t name. Under the flap your nail eased to help break the seal to bring out the folded pages coated in a language you couldn’t understand. In a sigh you muttered, “Great…mystery letter…”

Onto your aching feet you stood and bit back the tension in your back and legs and strolled back into the Palace and curiously wandered the halls until you spotted the familiar face of Tauriel in the halls speaking to another guard. Softly in what seemed to be their move to break apart to move on about their days you approached and said, “Um, excuse me.”

With lips parted she took notice of you in the head bow of the other guard and bowed her head asking, “Yes, Your Highness?”

“I, got this letter, that I can’t read. Um, can you, read this language?”

In the pass off of the letter the guard said, “I will pass on your orders, Tauriel,” and slipped away with another bow of his head you returned with another flash of a grin as Tauriel accepted the letter she merely glanced at then returned to you parting your lips.

“I apologize, this is Dalion. King Thranduil would know what this says, few of our people read this tongue, usually those in Dale write in Silvan or Westron for our ease.”

You shifted the letter in your grip and turned with a shift of your outer sheer layer of your skirt on your dress that hung lower than the thick velvet sash accented layer to not trip on its shift to settle around your beaded slippers that matched the beaded off the shoulder top many an Elf stole glimpses of. Including the Seamstresses who went out of their way to get a glimpse of the new styles to draw inspiration from. Upon notice of your means to follow behind her Tauriel slowed to have you catch her pace and asked, “Is this your first letter?”

“Yes,” you said in a glance up at her. “Most I have received is a few slips of paper with addresses in Dale. Do you get a lot of letters from Dale?” her eyes shifted to meet yours, “Or is this a bad sign to get mail from Dale?”

That had the corner of her mouth quirk up, “I do not travel to Dale outside of wagon duties. However I do receive ample letters from my cousins who guard Lothlorien’s borders and a distant third cousin in Rivendell. Many from those who work in Dale receive letters from friends and co-workers. Were it bad news most often King Thranduil would receive that notice not you.”

“Right, then he would dish out punishments no doubt.”

Tauriel couldn’t help but chuckle, “Most likely were the subject about you there would be no punishments. A King cannot justly inflict punishment upon a Queen amongst our people. She must relent that she is in the wrong and pursue mediation herself with the King as a middle man of sorts until peace in jointly claimed.”

At the end of a winding path through the Palace you came to a stunning Throne Room where Thranduil was lounged in his throne sideways with his ankle propped on one knee listening to a series of Lords in a half circle taking note of his final orders on the issues they had brought to him including Lord Glorfindel and the twin brothers. The snap of the King’s eyes and his inch up at the sight of your approach with his hands moved from their taps together atop his lap to the arms of his throne. “Queen Jaqiearae, Tauriel, is something the matter?”

Tauriel once upon your arrival and stop a few feet from Lord Glorfindel’s side she joined the dispersing Lords in exiting the Throne Room that had his eyes scan over your gown as the remaining trio did to the shimmer of firelight off the beading work on it. After you stole a glance to her back on the way out you flashed him a grin and said, “Nothing is wrong, I got a letter, and Tauriel says it’s in, Dalion? And that you could translate it for me?”

Right out of his Throne in the slide of his foot off his knee he rose and strode down the steps with ease straight to the bottom with hand extended for the letter you offered to him. Light as possible he accepted the weight of the letter that on his palms with a thumb was unfolded with his eyes widening upon the opening scrawled upon the top of the page to a quickening of his breath. By the second stanza of what seemed to be a lengthy poem addressed to you his eyes flinched from the page to yours then down again in a clear of his throat. “To My Star Draped Madame,” The words had your brow tick up and he continued to read in a fight against his body’s urge to have his chest heave in frustration he couldn’t explain as the outpouring of adoration was being read aloud by himself.

Though in his intense focus to simply read the letter in its entirety the three Lords caught your own change of breath in the wave of your hands in a loss for words to make him stop. And it took the hop from you onto the second to last step and grip on his elbow to lean around his side to reach for the letter. The contact and fall of your hair onto his arm had him stop and mouth left open to look from you to the letter you folded the top page down asking, “All of it? All of it is this, poem? Who wrote this?!”

Thranduil shifted the pages to the back of the final page and read, “Lord Girion of Dale.”

“Who?” You asked that had his eyes fall on you again in a sharp inhale at the realization that you had no clue even who had written this or why they would have written it to begin with.

Lord Glorfindel stated, “Lord Girion is married with a grown son and a child on the way. How could he write this to Queen Jaqiearae?”

When you straightened up Thranduil’s body turned to face you partially in the drop of your hand off his arm, “Is there a response you wish to send to this?”

“Yes,” you said and from his stack Elohrir brought over a blank piece of parchment that Thranduil accepted with the writing plaque and quill filled for him that he readied to copy your words exactly. “Lord, whoever you said,” the words already had the corner of his mouth tick up in his dictation, “While I should find such,” your head tilted slightly in thought of words that had Glorfindel ease his fingers across his lips to hide the grin trying to split across his lips to Elladan’s clear chortle. “Flattery, complimentary, having received them from a married man with multiple children to whom I have no acquaintance with only will be met with questioning of character and distrust of intent of said flattery. I thank you for this insight upon your person and highly encourage you to direct those attentions upon the selfless woman who has bourn your children and is in dire need of such affections while time is precious and sleep is plentiful and free from the cries of an infant.” Thranduil lifted his gaze at your fingers tapping your forehead, “May your stanzas never outnumber precious moments and sentiments for the Esteemed Lady of Dale to whom you have sworn yourself upon your honor and good name.”

Thranduil chuckled to himself and he stated, “The Lady of Dale is very esteemed.”

That had you let out a breathe, “Oh that’s good, I thought beloved might be a stretch. No one said anything about any Lady of Dale in all my time there,” you said moving closer to watch him write the same runes for your title and name that in an offer of the quill you signed, ‘Q J.P.Pear’ in a style and unknown runes that had the King eyeing in apparent awe. Between the twins an envelope was fashioned and addressed to Lord Girion that was folded around the letter they used a nearby torch to heat the wax Thranduil used his own seal he drew from his pocket that bird from the branches above swooped down to carry off to Dale.

“Thank you,” you said in a sheepish glance to the King whose eyes scanned over you with a hint of a smirk on his lips for how you had responded to this issue. “I don’t know if he does this often, or if I did something,”

Lord Glorfindel spoke, “You did nothing. Even Lady Luthien had admirers but none would have dared to dishonor their spouse who is with child or had birthed their children. He is wrong in this you share no blame.”

You nodded and stepped down the steps and said, “Well, I will leave you to your business.”

To your back he replied, “Upon your consideration of your own crest,” he said and you turned to look back at him, “Our Smiths will craft you your own seal.”

“This was my first letter,”

“All the same,” he replied, “A seal is required as a Noble for a great many reasons.” You nodded and he returned the nod the others parroted and gained one from you in the turn to head back to your room to go put the letter away and lay down at the headache brewing from this nonsensical letter.

You had no clue who this Lord was. Why he had imagined to have been just in sending the letter at all. All of this weighed on the past with your former husband’s words that convinced your parents to ship you off to spike into the forefront of your conscious again.

.

There is no one

Who is strong enough

To save your love

There's no fairytale

There's no fairytale

.

“Rabbit door, turtle door, badger door,” you had strolled past your own apartment doors and turned down the given hall and were in search of the apartment you had been asked to clean for the day. Elves had been shuffling the task around as the usual maid was still recovering from her birth and bonding with her baby boy that you barely could see a toe on in the flow of Elves that took turns to greet and swoon over the first child born in what you were told was centuries since Tauriel’s younger cousins a few years younger than her had been birthed.

“Ah,” you said upon reaching the doors and let yourself in having been told that it would be empty at this time of day. “Agh,” you muttered to the first boot by the door in what seemed to be a trail of clothes and belongings and crumpled up balls of parchment between shredded squares of scribble coated parchment silenced with their secrets unless pieced back together again. Swipes of your fingers gathered the paper and boots that hovered behind your hunched self in the task of gathering wraps, long robes and shawls upon your bent arm to pin to your chest. You didn’t expect this and had worn a dress at the promise that you wouldn’t need to scrub the floors merely to tidy up a bit. Now with the material pinned to your thighs small kicks helped to keep your skirt and the lengthy clothes from tripping you.

A pass beyond the kitchen had the scrub brush lift up to begin washing the dishes left there itself and towards the bedroom you went. “What?” You squeaked in eying the giant hot spring in the middle of the flower like apartment kept warm by that and the lit fires in a few of the rooms you had passed. Against the edge of it a pile of clothes laid that you wagged a finger and they floated behind you.

A bedroom was found, though not the one you had expected, across a massive fur coated bed there was a lump from a little boy slept mostly hidden except for half his face by a nap conquered game of hide and seek. “Hell of a nursery,” you murmured and walked on towards the open closet where the largest pile of clothes was found yet. The job was clear, tidy up and set any clothing that seemed to be damaged or stained in the bins you had brought along the wall outside the front door when you were done and the laundry staff on duty today would pick them up on their rounds.

From the jumble in your arms each piece was hovered and inspected with sleeves raising themselves and the robes to turn around them flew off to where you sent them. Wraps elegantly folded themselves again to line the shelves they were meant for and pants from the pile yet to be worn folded and hung themselves back up on their usual hangars. Robes went this way and that with a few tongue clicking missing buttons to spoil a few garments explained now as to why they had been cast on the floor. Quite easily the task was done and boots bounced themselves home again for a grin at mastering the defiant mess.

A study came next with papers all over the floor that to the mess of runes you couldn’t decipher you simply organized the piles a bit so at least someone could stroll between what seemed to be a floor based filing system of nonsense without knocking them over. A splash however turned your head and your heart race spiked in wonder if the child had gone for a swim unsupervised. Over the papers while the books on the shelves straightened their toppled selves you hopped and strode into the bedroom with skirt in hand.

Wide eyed however the naked man exiting the hot spring with towel bunched to ruffle through telling dripping white locks that had you turn and call the clothes bins to you. The motion wasn’t missed by the stunned King who lowered the towel to hang in front of his chest and down to his upper thigh at enough to hide the family jewels but little else of his silhouette that watched a body with a bin on a shoulder to block sight of him on its way to the door. Unable to help it a smirk eased out across his lips in recognition of the telling unique style to the gown the Queen amongst his people who was gone with the click of a distant door and not a word of parting thanks to the bin between you.

.

When all she needs

When all she wants

When all she finds

When all she is, and ever was

Is compromised

'Cause there's no one to love her

You built your walls too high

And there's no one to love you when you trap yourself inside

Pt 4

All –

@himoverflowers​, @theincaprincess​, @aspiringtranslator​, @thegreyberet​, @patanghill17​, @jesgisborne​, @curvestrology​, @alishlieb​, @jogregor​, @armitageadoration​, @fizzyxcustard​, @lilith15000, @marvels-ghost​, @catthefearless​, @imjusthereforthereads​, @c-s-stars​, @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore​, @mariannetora​, @shes-a-killer-kween​, @ggbbhehe4455

Hobbit/LotR – @abiwim​, @jotink78​, @pastelhexmaniac

X Thranduil - @evyiione​, @sweetlytenacious25, @tigereyesf​, @pastelhexmaniac, @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore​

x Ash - @fandomsstolemylife00​, @lilith15000,  @devilishminx328

[choicesgodfanatic]

Prologue~ Watching her drift away

Normal Pov

It was a normal snowy day in Tigers middle school, Zoe invited her friends over.

"Yo Zoe like where does your mom keep the nail polish?" Chole said looking through Zoe's closet.

Today was the day Zoe becomes a 18 year old young woman. The day she finally asks out the guy she liked.

As chole continues to look through the closet, Kiara texts on her phone "I wonder what the boys are up to? You think Max is cheating?"

Chole gasps "no way he could be"

Zoe sighs in expiration. She then grabs one of her dolls.

A monster high doll her mom gave her before she passed away. Her dad took it rough since she passed...

"Zoe? Earth to Zoe"

Getting back to reality she then looks over at the two girls.

"Sorry I'm just in over my head "Zoe holds onto the doll.

Kiara Snickers "you still hold a doll? Girl you are about to be eight teen!"

"If you want any shot with Caleb you should ditch the doll. " Chole crosses her arms.

'Is that all it takes to have Caleb' Zoe thought.

Time Passed and two of her friends went back home.

As Her dad continues to drive Zoe looks up at her father.

"How was your sleepover hun? Had fun" her father grins.

She shakes her head. "If it's alright with you dad I want to go somewhere before home"

Time Skip

Stacy's Pov

I lay ontop of Zoe's lap. I can't make out what they are saying but I can tell we may go somewhere fun.

"Where we going guys?"

They both continued to drive in silence...Great.

Ten minutes passed before we arrive, Zoe picks me up.

"A Park! I haven't been here for awhile!"

As I was filled with excitement she then sigh putting me against the tree.

"Zoe?" Small streak of tears form on her cheeks and she runs off closing the door.

The car drove away.

I was abandoned.

Slowly getting up I pace back and forth. I need to think. I need to think of a strategy to find her back...To go back home.

"Hey!"

I jump feeling startled.

A toy with a cowboy outfit and ken doll walk toward me.

"Hey I'm Jim and this is Larry"

The cowboy spits.

"Welcome to our domain"

"Stacy" I awkwardly shake the Ken dolls hand.

"pleasure" before he kissed my hand I bring my arm back.

"Do any of you boys know where I can find a way back home?"

The cowboy nods.

"There is an old bar down yonder. Legend say there is a mean bear in charge. Know the lays of the land"

He pointed over to a bar and sure enough it was full of biker bears.

"Larry will show you the way lassie, I gotta go milk the cows" his country accent was thick as cheese.

the ken doll grins and leads me over to the bar

"You don't need to worry Missy I'll protect you." He smiles even wider.

"Well thanks I appreciate it. I just hope I can make it home. "

As we approach the bar there was one bear, His left eye covered in scars.

He stares both of us down guarding the entrence.

"Papers" before he could finish his sentence Larry kneels down quivering

"Don't hurt us! Here's my money!"

Sure enough he threw his money.. protect me my butt.

"Sir did you-"

"YES!"

As the bear comforts him I walk inside the bar.

The bartender cleaning the glass. Giving him a nickel I asked "So who's the boss of this establishment"

The room shakes As everyone turn toward upstairs. A Brown small bear walking down with an eye patch.

"Hello there. Name's bill"

A/N: I'm gonna add in your favorite stuffed animal in my story. @eadanga

End of prologue.

Chapter one tomorrow night.

Will Ken doll get new pants?

Will Stacy come home to see why Zoe left her?

Will Zoe impress her crush and her friends?

what will Zoe's dad do about his lost wife?

Find out next time.

[nalgenewhore]

Slipping Through My Fingers - Nine

masterlist - ao3 - last chapter - next chapter 

warnings: none 

an: ...enjoy darlings 

“Dad. Dad. Dad. Dad. Dad. Dad. Dad—”

“Ko, Hellas, kid, what,” Lorcan groaned, rubbing his eyes as he rolled over onto his back. Kohana had snuck into his bed late last night and curled up on his chest to sleep. Lorcan hadn’t said a word, but he’d stayed awake for hours after, feeling his son’s tears drip onto his skin and the way Ko’s little frame shook. Of course, in the morning, Kohana was stretched out over the mattress, forcing his father to the edge of the bed with his vicious, subconscious kicks and pushes. 

“Can I have breakfast now?”

Lorcan sighed through his nose and looked at his clock, “Man, it’s six am, go back to sleep.” Kohana pouted and crossed his arms. He made his eyes big and wide, dipping his chin. “It’s not even light outside, prince.”

“Pretty please?” 

Lorcan narrowed his eyes at his son and Kohana pouted harder, faking a sniffle. “Dude. That’s not even fair.” 

“But I’m hungry, até,” he whined. “I want breakfast!” He continued to pout and hold Lorcan’s eyes until he gave in and got up from bed. 

“Alright, let’s go then,” Lorcan conceded, rubbing his eyes again as he picked Kohana up and put him on his feet, herding his child downstairs. “Whaddya want, K-Man?” 

They arrived at the top of the stairs and Kohana hopped down, landing on each step with two feet. “Fuckin’ cereal.” 

Lorcan rose a brow, looking down at Kohana, “A bad word, really?” 

“Yeah,” Kohana said, hopping off the last step, “I think sometimes you need bad words, Dad.” He paused and titled his head to the side. “Right?” 

“That’s right.” 

Pleased, the five-year old ran off to the kitchen, climbing up on one of the barstools. He waited patiently as Lorcan got out two bowls and filled them with cornflakes and milk. “Dad?”

“Yeah?” 

“Can we watch a movie?” 

“Yeah, what do you wanna watch?” 

“Mmm. Dunno.” 

“Why don’t you think on that while you eat?”

Kohana nodded and started eating while Lorcan made his coffee. He loved the kid, but he could do without the before sunrise wake ups, especially if he had to see Elide later that day. Oh, fuck it all to hell. He’d forgotten all about that. 

“Dad, I decided. Cars.” 

“Solid choice, kid.” 

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Her heart was so heavy. Elide almost couldn’t bear to open her eyes in the morning, but she had to. She couldn’t just wallow in her self-loathing and self-pity for the entire day, so she dragged herself out of bed and shoved on her retro, cat-eye glasses, not having enough energy to put on her contacts. 

Shuffling to her closet, Elide pondered what was an appropriate outfit for going to the mechanic to see someone she’d hooked up with twice and semi-broken up with once. Maybe twice, she hadn’t decided what last night was yet. 

Leggings and a hoodie from her alma mater would have to do, she decided. 

As she waited for her coffee to be ready, Elide accepted Nehemia’s call. “Hey, Mi.” 

“El, honey, how are you?” Nehemia’s voice was soft and gentle. After she’d gotten home last night, she had called Nehemia and Aelin and cried like a fool. 

Now, she breathed out shakily, “Oh, you know. Getting ready to go to the mechanic’s. How about you?” 

“I’m so sorry, hon. Are you sure about the date tonight?” 

Ah, yes. The date. Originally, she hadn’t been interested when Nehemia had asked her a few days ago, but she’d still said yes. Now, she was even less excited, but… “No, don’t cancel. It’ll be nice - I’ll get to take my mind off the Lorcan situation, right?” 

Nehemia agreed, “Right. Well. Ooh, we could go out and get a new dress, you know? I’ll call Aelin and pick you up at the shop.” 

Elide smiled and wedged her phone between her chin and shoulder as she poured her coffee into her ice-filled tumbler, stirring with her straw until it was cold. “Alright. That sounds nice.” 

“Good. I’ll see you later, then. Bye, honey!” 

“Bye, Mi,” Elide said. She sipped her coffee as she navigated to the Uber app on her phone and ordered a car. After confirming the ride, she grabbed her keys and wallet, stuffing them all in her front pocket. 

She shoved her hair up into a messy bun and tied her hoodie strings into a bow before putting on her old slip-on Vans and leaving her apartment. 

+*+*+*+*+*+*

As soon as Lorcan parked the truck outside the shop, Kohana was unbuckling his seatbelt and leaping from the vehicle to sprint inside, the two braids he wore his hair in flying out behind him. He shouted his arrival to the entire shop. 

Lorcan followed at a calmer pace and smiled when he walked in to see Fenrys holding his nephew upside down by the ankle. “Morning, Fen.” 

“Hey, man. Tow truck just dropped off Elide’s VW,” Fenrys said, his voice piqued in curiosity. 

Offering nothing more than a hum in response, Lorcan headed off to his bay, smirking to himself when he heard Fenrys mutter a curse and quickly make his way over as Lorcan hung up his jacket and unlocked his tool chest. 

“Can I help you with something?” he asked Fenrys mildly. Fenrys huffed and switched his hold on Kohana, swiftly depositing the kid on the ground. 

“Man-Man, why don’t you go find Grampy? I think he could use some help.” 

Kohana nodded and was off before Lorcan could protest, looking to use his son as a shield of sorts against Fenrys’ next barrage of needling questions. Fenrys crossed his arms. “Why is Elide’s car here?” 

“Because her coolant reservoir is in need of replacement.” 

“And?” 

“An oil change, probably. Basic maintenance - you know how old cars are.” 

Fenrys scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Lorcan.” 

“Fenrys.” He was leveled with a cutting look and relented. “Hellas below, man, we were driving home yesterday and saw her and her car broken down on the side of the road. Gave her a ride home. Nothing happened.” 

Narrowing his eyes, Fenrys stared at him until he sighed through his nose. “I mean, a’ight, I guess. Whatever you say, L.” He made to go but then, “Hey. Are you still ok with that date tonight?” 

Shit. He’d forgotten all about that. “Um, I kinda forgot? I don’t have anyone to watch the kid, but if I did, then yeah.” Lorcan didn’t know what had possibly possessed him to say yes, but the presence at his shoulder urged him to go through with it. “I mean… as long as they aren’t, like, racist, homophobic or otherwise bigotted, I think we’ll be fine.” 

Relief flooded Fenrys’ face, “Ok, that’s good. Me and Mi will watch Man-Man tonight.” 

“Thanks. ‘K I need to get to…” he gestured to the car and Fenrys nodded, dapping him up before he left. 

Lorcan sighed deeply and sat on his wheeled stool, pushing himself over to the popped hood and looking into the car. “Alright, Bets, let’s see what we can do.” 

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Elide thanked and tipped her driver, her iced coffee nearly gone as she climbed out of the car and stood in front of Scéalaí Auto Repairs, frowning up at the sign. 

An older man, with tanned skin and grey hair walked out, a familiar child on his hip. “Hello. Can I help you?” 

Kohana yelled her name, “Elide, hi-hi! Grampy, that’s Elide.”  

“Hey, Kohana,” Elide replied, smiling fondly before addressing the older man. “Hi, I’m looking for Lorcan?” 

“Oh, yeah, he’s in the back. Come on, I’ll show you,” the man said, beckoning her to follow. “I’m Malakai, by the way. It’s nice to meet you, Elide. Kohana here talks a lot about you. “

She smiled and toyed with the string of her hoodie, “Well, Kohana just might be my favourite student. Him and Esther, of course.” 

The child lit up at the mention of his friend and smiled wildly as Malakai showed her to the back bay. “Son,” Malakai said, rapping on the bay’s door. “Elide’s here.” 

Anxiety swirled in her gut and Elide drank from her coffee just to have something to do. She heard the music - N.W.A’s Fuck Tha Police - turn down low and the metallic clink of tools being put down before heavy steps approached the door and Lorcan walked out. 

She had to physically stop her jaw from dropping open as he appeared, wearing a cutoff tee and a pair of dark washed jeans, slung low across his hips. His hair was half-up, half-down, two braids leading to a bun at the crown of his head. ”Hey, El. Cute glasses.” 

The nickname just sort of seemed to roll off his tongue and her heart did a happy little flip before she quashed the feeling and hid it with an eye roll of annoyance at his comment. “Hey. How is she?” 

Lorcan ducked his head and chuckled, “Betsy’s good. Just a little finicky but she likes me.” He smirked when she rolled her eyes once more. “Come on back, we can talk.” She froze and tried to school her expression. Evidently, it didn’t work because Lorcan held up a hand, the universal sign for chill, “About your car.” 

“Oh,” she felt her cheeks flush and drank the last of her coffee, hoping it would cool her down. “Yeah. For sure.” 

Malakai and Kohana, who had been watching the entire exchange, shared a weird look and promptly excused themselves. Elide followed Lorcan into the bay and smiled at her car, patting the headlight. “Hey, Bets.” 

A soft chuckle escaped Lorcan’s full lips and he sat down on a stool while motioning for her to take a seat at the desk. Elide stepped over to it and hovered, carefully moving things to the side so she could sit on it, her feet dangling in the air. “So. Let’s talk.” 

+*+*+*+*+*+*

“Mi-Mi!” 

“Ko, baby,” Nehemia said, crouching and hugging Kohana. “Oh, child, I missed you.” She stood up and picked him up, booping his nose which made him giggle. “Did you see your mama yesterday?” 

“Yeah, saw mama. We had pancakes, but Dad had waffles. Auntie D had pancakes too,” he told her, lying his head on her shoulder. “You know what happened, we driving home and sawed Elide, ‘cause her car broked, you know.” 

Nehemia nodded and hummed in response, rubbing his back soothingly. “Did that daddy of yours tell you you’re coming over to me and Fenny’s home tonight?” 

Shooting upright, Kohana gawked, “Really?” He smiled so widely when Nehemia nodded in confirmation. “Do I get to sleep over?” 

“Mm-hmm,” she said, kissing the top of his head. “You know what I was thinking?” 

“What?” 

“I was thinking… we could watch Atlantis and make you some grilled cheese and ice cream. What do you think?” Kohana straightened and pressed his nose against hers, looking fiercely into her eyes. She held his stare until he nodded and smiled again, his round cheeks dimpling. “Now, let’s go find that silly uncle of yours, huh?” 

Kohana giggled and carefully touched the shimmery, golden powder on her regal cheekbone, his eyes wide in near reverence. “So shiny, Mi-Mi. Can I have some?” 

“Of course you can, malaika,” she told him, putting him down when they reached the back office. “Fenrys?” Her husband snapped his head up from where he was hunched over something and grinned. 

“Man-Man, you ready for the best night of your life?” 

Kohana’s eyebrows raised and he asked, “The best night?” He looked to Nehemia for confirmation, repeating the question. 

“Swear on my mama. Best night ever, with your favourite auntie.” Kohana made a happy sound and wiggled to be put down. Nehemia obliged him and told him to be careful around the shop. He just nodded absentmindedly and raced off. She watched him fondly, smiling as she felt Fenrys wrap his arms around her waist. 

Nehemia twisted around to face him, “Hi, baby.” 

“Hi,” he said, toying with the hem of her crop top. “Not that I’m complaining, but why’re you here?” 

“I’m taking El out shopping after she’s done with Lor,” she smiled, smiling at him and rocking onto her tiptoes to kiss her husband. Fenrys hummed and kissed her back, pulling her tightly against him. “Speaking of, let’s go check on them.” 

Fenrys groaned when she pulled away and grabbed his hand, tugging him behind her as she walked across the shop floor to Lorcan’s bay. Without knocking, Nehemia breezed in, “Hello, hello.” 

They were obviously interrupting something. Elide had her hand on Lorcan’s cheek and her thumb dragged gently, almost reverently, over a smudge of grease on his sharp sharp cheekbone. They didn’t even realize they weren’t alone as Lorcan’s mouth parted and Elide ran her fingertips down to his plush lips, their eyes locked on one another as her teeth sunk into her bottom lip and Lorcan sucked in a breath. 

Fenrys coughed and the moment was shattered as they practically leapt apart, blushing furiously as they parted.

“Hey, Mia,” Lorcan said, standing to cross over to her and give her a hug. “Have you seen my offspring around?” 

“Yeah, I think he went to annoy Luca. The boy’s working on a wicked hangover right now.” 

They all laughed at that and Elide hopped off her perch on the desk, grabbing her empty cup. “Ae texted me, she said she’s on her way.” 

“Oh, where y’all going?” Fenrys asked mildly. Nehemia shot him a weird look – he knew exactly where they were going. He subtly shook his head as he leaned against the doorframe. 

Elide frowned and did not look at Lorcan as she replied, as evenly as possible, “Shopping.” 

“Ooooo,” Fenrys said, looking way too entertained. He nudged Nehemia and she immediately started in on his shenanigans. “Whatcha shopping for?” 

“I don’t know,” she muttered, glaring daggers at Nehemia. 

“That’s not true – girl’s got a hot date tonight!” 

Fenrys gasped dramatically, “A date?” 

Elide shot the man a glare that promised a slow, slow death, unaware of Lorcan frowning for a split second and the muscle in his jaw ticking. “Yes. A date.” 

The smiling man contemplated something and then gasped again, “Oh my gods! You know who also has a date tonight?” No one answered, not that it really mattered. “That’s right – Lorcan!” 

Lorcan looked like he was praying that his Creator take him to the next life right that moment as his cheeks flushed and he intensely avoided looking anywhere near the petite, dark haired woman next to him. 

Nehemia and Fenrys were practically feeding off the thick cloud of uncomfortability hanging around the room. Elide chewed on her straw. Lorcan fiddled with the screw on his adjustable wrench. They did not look at each other. 

Elide shot Nehemia a look that screamed Help me and Nehemia nodded, smiling as she hooked her arm through Elide’s, “Welp, we should get going. See you later, boys.” 

+*+*+*+*+*+*

“But, Dad, why can’t you stay too?” 

Lorcan looked down at his son, who looked up at him with a sad light in his eyes. “I have plans, kiddo.” 

“Can I come?” 

“No dice, K-Man. Remember, you’re gonna have so much fun with your auntie and uncle,” he said, knocking on the door of Nehemia and Fenrys’ townhouse. They waited a few seconds and then heard someone running to the door. 

Nehemia was smiling as she opened the door, “Guys! Hi, come in.” 

Kohana smiled and padded in, hugging his rainbow mini-Kanken packed with all his overnight stuff to his front. “Mholo, Mi-Mi.” 

“Oh, that is very good, Ko,” Nehemia said, smiling down at the little one as he put down his bag and sat down to take off his shoes. It was a little bit of a competition between all of the adults – whose language Kohana would speak the best. So far, it had been Eyllwe in the lead. That probably had something to do with Kohana’s favouritism concerning Nehemia. “What’s happening?” 

“Not much, you know. Dad has plans. I’m not allowed to go.” 

“Well, that’s fine – you’ll have more fun with me and your Fenny, anyways, right?” 

Lorcan huffed a laugh as Kohana nodded, “That’s right!” As soon as he had taken off his shoes, Kohana jumped up and started pushing Lorcan’s legs. “Bye-bye, now. Time to go!” 

Nehemia and Lorcan both laughed and the former deterred Kohana from further booting his father out of the house. “Why don’t you go see where your Fenny is?” He nodded and hurried off, yelling for Fenrys. Nehemia turned to Lorcan and ran a cursory look over him. “Looking sharp, Salvaterre.” 

“Thanks, Mi,” he said, rolling his eyes and standing still as she tutted over the state of the collar of his black dress shirt. She pursed her lips and dusted off his shoulders. “Mia, I gotta go, I’m gonna be late.” He glanced over her head and saw Fenrys coming down the hall, who echoed his statement. 

“Yeah, sweetheart, he looks fine,” Fenrys said, slipping his arm around Nehemia’s waist and kissing her temple.

Sighing, she nodded, “Yeah. Have fun, ok? I’ll call you if something goes wrong.” 

“Alright,” he said, not understanding why he felt his heartbeat quicken in anxiety. In a few short moments, he was leaving and making his way back to his truck. 

His heart still raced and Lorcan couldn’t figure out why. The only time he had felt like that was… around Elide. That morning, when Malakai said Elide was here, his heart had raced and he’d nearly dropped what he’d been holding. 

That was why he was even going on this stupid thing. To move on, from something that didn’t feel like he should’ve had to move on from. Him and Elide hadn’t even been together. At all. Shaking his head to dispel his spiralling thoughts, Lorcan turned on the ignition and drove off, making his way to The Willows. 

He parked a few blocks away and decided to walk to the restaurant. During his walk, his phone pinged and he pulled it out, smiling down at the image of Kohana that Fenrys had texted him. His son was smiling widely as he looked up at something, his eyes bright. His heart tightened at the pure and true joy on Ko’s face.

There was a soft smile that stayed on his lips as he opened the tinted glass door of the restaurant and walked inside, carefully making his way around the people waiting to get to the hostess’ stand.

The blonde woman waiting smiled semi-gently. It was very obviously her retail smile, the one she pasted on for customers. “Hi, there. Do you have a reservation with us?” 

“Yeah, Marama for 8:30?” 

She nodded, looking harried as she scanned over a list and nodded, “Alright, come this way.” The woman told him about the set menu and showed him to an intimate table out in the greenhouse portion of the restaurant. He had to admit – it was beautiful. Glancing upwards, he saw the star-spotted sky behind the glass roof. 

Greenery surrounded them, all sorts of creeping vines and lush greenlife. Lorcan thanked the woman and unbuttoned his jacket as he sat. 

It was all going to be fine. It was just dinner. Easy, simple. Nothing to worry about. 

He told himself that over and over for the next five minutes, his knee bouncing up and down uncontrollably. When he realized, he suppressed the urge to fidget, but it just came out as him drumming the beat of some punk song he’d used to play often at that old grungy club. 

Then, he heard a familiar voice – smoky and delicate and sultry all at once. He almost didn’t believe it and looked over. Lorcan’s eyes landed on a gorgeous person, their truly sinful curves wrapped in a black dress that hit mid-thigh, showcasing the black ink on their fair skin. His gaze travelled up their body, catching on the tattoos on their… collarbones. Laurel wreaths.

Oh, he was going to fucking murder the Marama-Ytgers.

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an: i would say im sorry for the cliffhanger...but im really not 🥰

also! i use Xhosa for Eyllwe! Translations: 

Malaika: Angel

Mholo: Hello 

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[darkmulti]

Late Night Revenge

Closet Yandere!Mingi x female reader

⚠️Warnings: Cyberbullying, suicide talk, angst, manipulation, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, readers first time, hair pulling, blowjob, forced pregnancy

THIS CONTAINS NON CONSENSUAL SEX

PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

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“Hey Mingi! Think fast.” Y/N throws a basketball at the six foot male and hits him right in the face. “Mingi! Are you okay? I’m so sorry!”

The man held his nose and mumbled, “Yeah, I’m okay I guess.”

She rushes over and pulls his hand away from his face. “Let me see.” She taps his nose and he hisses. “Oh I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean too! Here...” She gets on her tippy toes and kisses his nose. “All better!” She giggles.

Mingi blushes at the kiss and scratches the back of his neck. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure!”

Her eyebrows raised and her body slightly jumped from excitement. Mingi couldn’t understand her. She was so happy and energetic all the time. Everytime Mingi saw her face, her bright smile was there and it never failed to complete his day.

“Do you want to get some ice cream with me?” His voice became soft and his eye couldn’t bear to meet hers.

“Of course! Ohhhh I want ____ ice cream! Let’s go now!”

The hyper girl pulls Mingi out of the basketball court and drags him to the ice cream shop. Upon entering, they both shiver as they felt the cold breeze in the shop hit their skin. Her teeth shutter, but her eyes light up when she sees the ice scream.

Like a child, she runs up and looks for the ice cream flavour she wanted. All was going good until she saw that it wasn’t there. She looks back at Mingi with a pouty face and her energy level went down. If she had a tail, it went from wagging super fast, to not wagging at all.

Mingi came up behind her and asked her what’s wrong. “They don’t have the ice cream flavour! I was really excited! Mingiiiii!!” She whines and stomps her feet like a two year old.

“Come on Y/N. They probably have a flavour that you do like. Look at this one, cotton candy.”

“Ewwwwwwww nooooo! Cotton candies gross!”

“Okay what about this one, birthday cake.”

“Noooooo, mingiiiiii!”

“Strawberry? Wait, Neapolitan!”

“Ohhh yeah I want that!”

Mingi orders the ice cream and reaches for his wallet to pay. “Nooo! I’ll pay! You paid for the crêpes last time.”

The adorable girl bumps Mingi away with her hips and proceeds to take out her wallet.

“No no no, not so fast. I asked you out, it’s my duty to pay.”

He does the same hip movement back to her and bumps her away. Mingi quickly pays before Y/N could get her paws on him again. He was about to speak, but when he turns around, she wasn’t there. His eyes immediately scan the ice cream shop and he sees her sitting in a booth.

She was pouting again while looking at her untied shoe. Mingi walks to the girl and ruffles her hair. “What’s wrong now?” He questioned. “My shoelace is untied and you didn’t let me pay!”

Mingi squats down and starts tying the girls shoelace. “What kind of man would I be if I allowed a girl to pay?”

“You would still be a good man” she huffed. Mingi stands up after hearing their number being called. He picks up the ice cream and sits next to the girl. “You can’t be mad at me forever. Maybe you can buy me ice cream in the future.” He said, trying to work out a deal with the upset girl. “Promise!” She asked, tilting her head. “Promise.”

They continue to talk about school, sports and what not, until Mingi popped an unexpected question. “I really enjoy spending time with you Y/N... I was wondering if you wanted to be my girlfriend.”

The girl looks up at Mingi with sincere eyes. “Y-you like me?” She stutters out. “Yeah, I’ve liked you for quite some time, but I guess you’ve never noticed.” Her head goes down, and she wishes that she could curl up into a ball and roll away. She didn’t have feelings for Mingi at all. She saw him as an older brother. What was the right thing to do?

“Mingi... I’m flattered, but I don’t feel the same way. I-I see you as a brother. A older and very supportive brother. I hope you understand. We can still be friends.”

No they can’t. Not anymore. Mingi knew the risk that he was taking would either ruin their friendship or finally take their friendship to the next level. His heart was ran over, and he didn’t mutter a single word.

He gets out of the booth, so then Y/N could go. But before she leaves, she gives her giant friend a tight squeeze. “I’m sorry Mingi. I still want to be friends.”

“I don’t. I’m sorry Y/N.” Mingi thought that she also had feelings for him. But he was wrong. Now they’re walking out of the shop, not friends anymore. His feelings cost him a friendship.

He wonders back home and regrets every decision. Why was she so pure and innocent and pretty?! Everything Mingi wanted in a girl, it was her!

Jealousy and anger took over him. If he couldn’t have her, no one could! He would make sure of it. The boy goes on his laptop and makes up awful rumours about her. Calling her names, saying she only wants sex. Mingi was popular in his school, so the news spread quickly. People unfollowed the girl, made fun of her and even sent threats.

It had gotten so bad that she had to deactivate her account. She had no idea how toxic Mingi was. She wanted to call him, but her heart couldn’t do it. This ruthless man basically ruined her life and reputation.

She lays under the cover and sobs. She had school the very next day. She couldn’t go. Not when this was happening. She would be the laughing stock of her school. She cries herself to sleep, not wanting to be alive anymore.

The sunlight hit her eyes and she woke up. Today was going to be a tough day. But she had to continue on. She gets ready and leaves for school. Sure enough as soon as she arrives, people start whispering, pointing and some shameless bitches started laughing.

She hustled to her locker, not wanting to track more attention. She was choosing her books until she got pulled back and slammed against the wall. “You definitely have the nerve to show up at school.”

“Leave me alone Mingi, I just want to get my day over with.” She says, sadly. The girl pushes Mingi out of her way and slams her locker shut. She goes to her first class and yet again, whispering and pointing goes on. She sits at a table in the back and her friend San, whom she also had feelings for, sits next to her.

“Are you okay? I thought I would check up on you. What happened?”

Her eyes water and she turns away from San. “I’m okay San, thanks for asking.” San furrowed his eyebrows and tapped her back. “You’re not okay. Come on. Let’s ditch.”

He grabs her hand and pulls her out of the classroom, to the staircase. She covers her face with her hands and quietly cries. “Y/N don’t cry. Please don’t cry.” San holds the broken girl and kisses her hair. “You’re letting those dumb bitches get to you. Don’t let that happen. You’re so much better than that Y/N.”

“It hurts San!” She sobs on the man's shoulder, while he rubs her back. They both sit on the stairs, with Y/N still in his embrace. San needed to distract her, so he started telling her about the time he snorted sugar. His story made her famous smile reappear, and they both started talking nonsense after that.

“Thank you San. You really brightened my day up. I really appreciate it.”

“No need to thank me. This is just another moment that we can share with our future kids.”

“What?”

San leans in and kisses the girls soft, pink lips. His hands grab her thighs and picks her up. Y/N responds to the kiss and blushes like crazy, because San just confessed. He pushes her against the wall and tastes every inch of her mouth.

“I’ve always loved you.” He mumbles out, now kissing down her neck. “I’ve always loved you too.” She said, panting.

“Oh how I would love to make you mine.” San marks her neck and breast before coming back to her lips.

“I fucking love you so much babygirl.”

“I love you too.”

San stuffed his hand down her pants and rubbed her clit. “Princess you’re so wet for me.” He continues to rub her clit and kisses her until they hear someone clearing their throat. It was Mingi. “So I wasn’t wrong when I called you a cock sucking slut? Can’t keep your pussy to yourself I see.” San takes his hand out of her pants and protects her with his body.

“Go away. You’ve already caused enough trouble.”

“Have I now? Seems like the rumours I made up are actually true.” Mingi said cockily. His arms fold and he stares at the both of them.

San kisses her cheek and holds her hand tightly. He guides her back to the class, leaving Mingi behind.

“Don’t worry. I’ll protect you from them. I’m sure my friends will help me protect you too.” He kisses her forehead once again, before entering the classroom.

San had comforted the girl the whole day. What she thought would be the worst day of her life, happened to be the best. Thanks to San. He offered to drive her home, but she rejected and walked back instead. It was like any other day for her. She came back home, did her homework, ate dinner, showered and watched T.V. She turns the T.V off and heads back upstairs to her room.

When she opens, someone yanks her hair and pushes her on the bed. “Mingi! What the fuck-”

“Shut up!” He slaps the girl's face, leaving his hand print behind. “Tonight you don’t get to talk. Tonight you’ll be begging me to let you breathe.” He grabs the girl's hair and forces her onto her knees. “WAIT NO! MINGI NO PLEASE NO! SOMEONE HELPPPP!” She screams and cries until Mingi shoves his large cock down her throat. “Suck on it whore.” He pushes his cock down her throat and enjoys the sound of her gagging.

“Eat up, eat up my little slut.” He takes his cock out and bends her over the bed. “You gonna be a bad girl?” He spanks her ass, then shoves four fingers into her. “Oh your cunt’s so tight. Fuckkkk.” He takes them out, then shoves his giant cock into her. She struggles underneath the man and starts to beg him. “PLEASE M-MINGI IT’S MY FIRST T-TIME!”

“That’s too bad for you honey.” He spanks her ass again and starts pounding his boner into her. “PLEASE S-SLOW DOWN!” Mingi pushes her face into the comforter and goes faster. His balls swung back and hit her pussy over and over. He pulls her hair back and the girl comes up panting. “Ple-ease!”

She gulps the saliva down and hangs onto the bed sheet. The cold blood ran down her thigh and was even on Mingi’s cock as lubrication. She was terrified to talk back to Mingi because right now, she was under his control. Any wrong words and she would’ve gotten the life fucked out of her. Although she wishes to protest, she stays under him and takes it.

“You and San are already talking about kids huh?” Mingi manages to go even harder into her, while asking this question. “Well guess what princess, you’re gonna have my baby! Not San’s baby, but my baby!” He spanks her ass one more time, before shooting his cum up, inside of her.

She comes for the first time in her life and continually sobs. “Y-you c-can’t do this to me!”

“I already have. This is what I like to call a late night revenge.”

He pulls out and kisses the girl's neck from behind. “This is what you get for rejecting me.”

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Request

Edited🔐

I hope you enjoyed❣️

Xoxo N❣️

[et-lesailes]

knit sweaters

pairing: chris evans x reader

word count: 1560

summary: you have a special announcement for your husband on christmas morning, and what better way to do it than with white cable knit sweaters?

themes: FLUFFFFFF

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notes: saw THOSE ADORABLE PICTURES OF DODGER IN A CABLE KNIT SWEATER SO U KNOW I HAD TO

It’s Christmas morning and you’ve woken up about an hour earlier than Chris normally does, all to set up your cute surprise. You know it’s going to have him in tears, what with how emotional he is, but you’re excited nonetheless. You know you’re about to make your husband the happiest man on the planet, and it feels like everything’s aligned perfectly just for this moment to happen.

You tiptoe out of the bedroom, though flinch as Dodger leaps off the bed to follow you. Thankfully, his nails clacking on the hardwood floor do not wake the man up. “Good boy, bubba, come on-- we gotta get you ready,” you whisper, leading him out of the room and going into the storage closet in the hallway, getting out an opened package you’ve been hiding way in the back. The dog wags his tail as he tilts his head hopefully, probably expecting some type of toy inside. You laugh, reaching down to pat his butt playfully. “All your gifts are under the tree, silly boy. This is a surprise for Daddy.” 

You go into the living room together and you sit down on the floor, taking out the dog sized white cable knit sweater. “For you,” you murmur with a smile, putting it on him and giggling as he prances around with it happily. “For me,” you continue in a hushed tone, pulling out a matching one for yourself, “and for Chris.” You take out the last one, the biggest and probably comfiest of them all. 

However, it is what is embroidered on all three sweaters in red print that will be the biggest surprise for your husband, and probably the best one yet.

“Honey? You’re already up?” Chris calls sleepily from the bedroom about forty minutes later, and you immediately perk up from your place in front of the stove  in the kitchen. Thank God you started making the hot chocolate already. “Uh-huh! Hold on babe, stay there. Working on a little last minute surprise for you.” You pour out the warm liquid into two mugs- one blue and decorated with snowmen, and the other red with a cute, cartoon reindeer face on the front. You quickly go into the living room and place the mugs on the table before picking up Chris’ sweater from the couch, going to stand in front of the tree and beckoning for Dodger to come over. “C’mere, bubba! Sit, sit! Over here!” The obedient dog complies, trotting over with his tail wagging- you can’t help but giggle simply from how cute he is in his sweater.

“Alright, Chris! You can come out now!” 

It takes a few minutes, probably because he’s putting his robe on, but when he finally comes out and looks at the sight in front of him, he stares for a good ten seconds before his mouth slowly drops open.

There you are, holding up a large, white cable knit sweater to your side that reads “DADDY” in red. Your own says “MOMMY”, and as he looks down to his lovable canine companion, his tiny sweater reads “BIG BROTHER”. 

“Baby-- are we-- are you-- I-- are you trying to say…”

“Merry Christmas, babe!” you squeal, coming over and throwing your arms around him in a warm embrace before pulling back slightly to look up at him with sparkling eyes. “I’m pregnant!”

He stares down at you for a few more moments, registering all of this as his sleepiness slowly fades away. The corner of his lips are spreading further and further until he’s practically beaming, suddenly scooping you up as he roars with delight, “We’re having a baby?! A real life baby? Holy fucking shit!” You laugh loudly, holding onto him tight as he spins you around. “Yes, yes, you’re going to be a dad! My due date’s in September!”

He hugs you tighter and you hear him start to sniff-- there it is, the waterworks. He finally sets you down and looks at you with teary eyes, though he’s still smiling widely. “Fuck, baby girl. I can’t believe it. It feels like we’ve been trying for so long.” He leans down and kisses you passionately, holding you close. “This is the best Christmas gift ever,” he murmurs against your lips, “I don’t even need to open the other presents under the tree.”

“You sure? Because there might be a certain customized Pats jersey you’ve been wanting for a while now…”

He blinks and scoffs in disbelief as he looks at you, shaking his head to himself. “Honestly, what the hell did I do to deserve a wife as perfect as you? Can you please tell me?”

You giggle but turn your head upon hearing Dodger whining, pawing at one of the presents under the tree. “Alright, you can shower me in compliments later, babe-- our first child is waiting for his gifts.” He laughs and nods his head, gently pulling you down with him to sit on the floor. “Okay, okay bubba. Let’s open these babies up.”

ONE YEAR LATER

You smile as you sit on the armrest of the couch in Chris’ family’s living room, absentmindedly running your fingers through your husband’s hair as he holds your almost three-month-old daughter on his lap. “Whatchya got there, Miles?” he asks his nephew who’s tearing apart the wrapping paper on his gift from Santa. “Oh my God! It’s an iPad!” he yells in excitement. Chris chuckles in amusement, glancing towards his sister with a raised brow before looking up to you mumbling playfully, “Just for the record, we’re not getting Hadley an iPad until she’s like, eighteen.”

“Mm, you say that now, sweetie, but technology’s taking over. You’ll have to accept it eventually.” You tease, smiling as your baby starts giggling from Chris bouncing her on his lap. She’s a total daddy’s girl, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You can tell she already has Chris wrapped around her finger, and it’s absolutely adorable. 

“I want Hadley to open her gift from her uncle!” Scott says excitedly, and Chris grins. “You wanna get down on the floor, baby girl?” he says to his daughter, carefully getting down and setting her on her tummy. Scott places a bag in front of her, lying it down so that the opening is facing her. She blinks and touches the colorful tissue paper curiously, clenching it tightly in her little hands and clearly amused by the noise. You and the rest of the family laugh and coo fondly. “I hope she’s this easy to please when she’s in her teens,” Chris remarks playfully, watching in amusement as the baby simply continues playing with the paper. “We can only hope.” You laugh, getting down beside them. “Here, sweetheart, let me help you.”

You hold her hand and help her to pull the paper out, smiling upon seeing a little stuffed panda bear inside. You slide out some of it so the head is sticking out. “Can you get it now, Hadleykins?” She blinks and looks to your hand where you have the paper, and Scott scoffs in playful offense. “Hey, missy, I spent money on that gift for you- can’t you at least look at it?” You and Chris laugh, and Chris takes the colored paper and hides it behind his back. She almost immediately forgets about it, looking back towards the bag in front of her. You watch happily as she slowly reaches out to touch the panda’s head in curiosity. You finally take it all the way out to show her, a wide smile on your face. “Look how cute it is, Hads! Can you say thank you to Uncle Scott?”

She makes a series of short noises and babbles, incredibly focused on touching the fluffy toy in front of her. Scott chuckles, reaching down to stroke the very few wisps of hair she has. “You’re very welcome, cutie.” Chris suddenly stands up, retrieving a little bag from under the tree. “I also have a gift for Hadley, but I want her mama to open it.” He says with a grin, coming over and handing it to you. You blink but smile in curiosity, taking the bag from him. “Should I be worried?” you joke, taking out the tissue paper and reaching inside, only to pull out a tiny, adorable white cable knit onesie. “Oh my God.” You instantly smile wider, looking up at him with pure delight as you hold the onesie up. “Is this for her? I didn’t even know they made this for babies! This is too precious, we can all match now!”

“Oh, God, you’re going to be one of those families?” Scott teases, and Chris’ sisters laugh as they nudge him. “Hey! You know you would be the exact same way. I think it’s adorable.” Carly comments, and you giggle happily as you hold it out to Hadley. “Look, baby girl! Doesn’t it look cozy? You want to change into it?”

Little Hadley looks at it and smiles, her shiny blue eyes twinkling with intrigue. Everyone coos yet again, Chris unable to help but scoop her up in his arms again. “Come on, baby,” he pats your back, looking down at you with a smile. “Let’s get our daughter in that adorable little sweater-- I think she’s going to look just as pretty as her Mama does.”

[marklydaydreams]

— by your side

¡tw! mentions of blood, stitches, wounds;

You got into the driver's seat, exhaling from the scuffle that you and Yuta had gotten into.

You waited till Yuta limped over to the other side of the car, and got in gingerly, trying not to put any weight on his freshly twisted ankle.

"So, we're telling Taeyong that the deal is off, right?" Yuta said after a while as you both caught your bearings.

You laughed, bringing the engine to life and driving away.

"I mean, what kind of unprofessional behaviour, pulling guns on a guest!" Yuta continued. "They should be glad I didn't bring my pistols. Would've fired six bullets straight through their mouths."

"Of course you would," you shook your head and smiled.

There was no doubt that Yuta was an excellent marksman; he just really hated blood and tried to kill people from afar just so that he didn't have to see them bleed out.

You pulled up down the street where Yuta lived, but slowed down a few blocks ahead of his house.

"Do you want me to drop you off at Jungwoo and Kun's place?" you asked Yuta, whose face had gone pale from the pain. "You don't look too good."

You glanced down at your hands where they were gripping the steering wheel. Sure enough, they were grazed and cut from the fight that had ensued, and from the stinging pain on your lip you were sure it was going to swell up in a bit.

"I'll be okay, it's not as serious as yours," you said, driving up to Yuta's house and pulling over. "You okay to be going in on your own?"

"Yeah, mom, I'll be fine," he said, smiling. "I'll send you a picture of my poor bandaged ankle so you know I'm still alive."

With that, Yuta ruffled your hair and stepped out of the car, closing the door behind him.

You shook your head at the man and started your drive back home. You hoped to high hell that Mark had gone to sleep. You always hated coming home this injured. It wasn't very much to you in terms of pain or blood but Mark would absolutely lose it if he saw the blood on your shirt from where someone's knife had sliced through the fabric and a little skin. Again, the cut wasn't deep enough for you to be worried, but it had bled out enough for your boyfriend to call the ambulance on you from every part of the city.

You pulled over at your house, grabbing your jacket and zipping it over your bloody shirt. You stepped out of the car and checked yourself in the mirror. There was a small graze on the bridge of your nose, and your cut lip but that was about it. Mark can't really be mad at that.

You pulled the keys from your pocket and opened the front door carefully, trying to not wake Mark up if he was asleep.

"Keep your shoes out," came Mark's voice from inside the house, as soon as you closed the door behind you. He walked upto you a minute later, his glasses on and his hair pushed back.

"Hey, baby," you smiled at him.

"You're not hurt as bad as I thought, Taeyong said there was a bit of a mess," he said, wrapping his arms around you, pressing a little kiss to your forehead. "I knew Yuta would take care of you."

You winced at the contact but didn't let it show, choosing to hum an agreement to his words before tugging off your boots.

"Do you want dinner? There's pizza left in the fridge, I could heat it up for you," Mark was saying as he walked to the kitchen.

"Sure, pizza sounds great," you tried to keep your voice level. The cut had been deeper than you thought — not enough to cause any permanent damage, you were sure — but the blood was seeping through your clothes and onto the jacket that you had tried to cover up with. It was making you lightheaded.

"Cool, go get washed up," Mark said over the sound of the microwave's buttons.

You smiled at Mark, stalking over to your bedroom, trying to keep yourself from tripping or giving away the blood that was now prominent on your gray jacket. Once you were inside the room, you quickly pulled off your jacket and your shirt. You stuffed them as far back into your closet as possible, before finally moving to the mirror to get a good look at the wound on your stomach.

You were right about it being deeper than you thought, but it was nothing you couldn't handle. You reached for your first aid kit, smiling a little as you pulled out your needles and sutures to give yourself some stitches.

You cleaned the wound and began to adjust the lighting in front of you when Mark popped his head into the room.

"Babe, do you want me to —"

You raised your head and caught Mark's eyes in the mirror, trailing down from your face and the sutures in your hand to the wound.

You turned around to mutter an apology.

"Mark, I'm —"

Mark shook his head, walking up to you, taking the sutures from your hands.

"I shouldn't have let you go." he muttered, pulling you from the mirror to the bed, making you sit.

"Mark, it wasn't Yuta's fault, nor is it yours —"

"Be quiet, please," said Mark, kneeling down in front of you. He took a deep breath, holding the skin around the wound together and passing the first stitch. You bit the inside of your cheek in the stinging pain and didn't say a word, and neither did Mark till he finished.

He set all the things aside on the nightstand in silence. You looked down at him, hoping he'd say something, anything — he usually fussed about you like a prayer and never failed to complain about your job, but he had never been this silent before.

"Mark —"

"Please don't —" Mark's voice cracked. "Please don't hurt yourself."

You stared at him, your eyes welling up with tears.

"I can't bear the thought of you in pain," he continued, bringing his hands up to hold yours in your lap. "I try so hard to be okay with you doing this but — I don't know what it's like, and I don't want to — I don't know what to say, I'm so sorry, I'll just go —"

He made to stand up from his place, but you grabbed his hand.

"Mark, no," you said. "I just — I didn't want to worry you. Its just a little cut that will be okay in a while. I didn't want you calling Taeyong and telling him to stop sending me on field missions again because of some stupid cut."

Mark sat down beside you, his thumb caressing your face.

"I know, little bird," he mumbled, bringing his forehead to yours, his lips so close he was pouring the words right into your mouth. "I know. Let me take care of you at least, okay? Let me worry this much for you, please — atleast let my worry bring you back home safe to me."

[uh-drarry]

Wolfstar Adopting Harry Headcanon Pt 2! This is really long. Also this is supposed to be like a headcanon post but I wasn’t about to go back through and add bullet points after they disappeared. Anyway I hope you enjoy! Sorry for all the errors that are riddled throughout this.

Part 1 here. Masterlist here.

Harry spends time living with Ms. Irvine after he is removed from the Dursleys. He soon learns her name is Jane, he calls her Janey.

It’s actually two months of Harry staying with Jane and seeing Remus and Sirius as well as a therapist daily before anyone considers Remus and Sirius for Harry’s adoption.

Ms. Irvine and a few others interview Remus and Sirius and talk to Harry and visit their home to see if they think they are a good fit for Harry.

Harry’s therapist, Dr. Martin, or Beck to Harry, talks to him about Remus and Sirius, or Moony and Padfoot as Harry calls them. For some reason he doesn’t understand, but Remus and Sirius answer to it, so he doesn’t see a problem.

“Harry do you think you’d like to live with Padfoot and Moony?” He asks the boy playing quietly with a stuffed deer.

“Like I do with Janie?” Harry asks, looking up at the therapist.

“Yes like that. But they would be your new parents.”

Harry sat quietly for a few seconds then asked quietly, “Like Aunt and Uncle?”

“No Harry, they’d be real parents. Your aunt and uncle weren’t parents to you, they are very bad people. If you lived with Padfoot and Moony, Ms. Irvine will come to your new house a lot to make sure you’re okay in your new home. Do you think you’d like that?”

“Janey would take me away if they are bad?” Harry asks

“Yes Harry, Jane would come check on you a lot more than anyone did when you lived with Petunia and Vernon.”

“Then okay. I like Padfoot and Moony. I hope they like me too.” He looked thoughtfully at his deer, then up at Dr. Martin, “Do you think they like me?”

“Harry they wouldn’t try to adopt you and take you home if they didn’t like you. I’m even positive that they love you.”

“Really”

“Yes, Harry.”

“So they’d both maybe be my daddies?”

“Very much so, Harry.”

Harry smiled a little at that and whispered, “I’d like that.”

“Well I’m sure they would be thrilled to hear that.” Dr. Martin smiled at Harry, “Is there anything else you’d like to talk about today?”

When Ms. Irvine told Remus and Sirius that they would be given custody of Harry, they were, predictably, ecstatic. They immediately worked to finish what they had wanted to do in their home for Harry.

They had a cupboard under the stairs and were worried about Harry seeing it so they turned it into a little reading nook with pillows, blankets, books, and three lamps.

They had asked Harry what his favorite color was and now they were just finishing his yellow painted room. Making the bed, and arranging stuffed animals, among other things.

(One of the teddy bears became his second favorite stuffed animal and Harry named him Andrew. Harry also ended up naming his deer only after he’d lived with Remus and Sirius for about a month. He named it Cherry which they didn’t understand until they realized it was because Sirius kept calling Harry ‘ma chérie’ all the time.)

When Harry is shown his room, he is very confused and tells them that he doesn’t need this much space, really. And with broken hearts they tell him that of course he needs this space and he can use it to grow and play and learn and fill with his toys. Harry also notices that there’s no lock on the door and he really likes that.

Harry also would make sure to wake up before Remus and Sirius to make breakfast. Like he did at the Dursleys.

Remus and Sirius always made sure to thank him and tell him it was delicious. But also that they really didn’t want him using the oven or stove because they were very dangerous for kids.

Harry got a bit panicked at the idea of having done something wrong already and apologized profusely as tears gathered in his eyes

Remus and Sirius got him to calm eventually and Remus said, “Harry, you are a very good cook. We just don’t want you using those things because you could get very hurt. If you want to cook some more, we’d be happy to cook with you to make sure nothing happens to you. Would that be okay, Harry?”

They agree that Harry will only cook with one of them there.

Harry was always excited when Janey came to visit them. The two of them would go and play in Harry’s room together and she would ask him questions and chat. She’d always ask what kind of food he was eating and what he did with his guardians. The first time she asked him about what he did with Remus and Sirius, he told her that he didn’t have to do any chores, how was that possible? She was very happy for him.

He talked about being nervous for his new school that he would start soon, and worried if the kids would like him or be mean like at his other school.

She often reassured Harry that he was a good kid and he would make wonderful friends at school, that he deserved the love that Remus and Sirius showed him, and the food he was given and to never ever forget that.

He also told her that Remus had been taking him to work with him at the University during the week.

“Remus gives me games to play and coloring books and crayons, and he even lets me draw on his chalkboard! And his students always come say hi to me when they come into the room and when they say goodbye when they leave. They even ask me questions about the books they talk about. I usually don’t understand, but I talk like Remus and they say I’m really smart.” He smiles and giggles at that.

“Well you are a very smart boy, Harry. I have no doubt about that.”

“Thank you! I like going to work with Moony, can’t I just do that instead of going to my new school? Moony said that University is just a really big school. So I’m already at school anyways!” He gestures as if he’s so exasperated about the whole thing which makes Jane laugh.

“You have to go to your own school, with kids your own age, Harry, so you can make new friends, and learn everything you need to do to go to University one day. University is for kids when they know what job they want to do in the future.”

“Fine.” He huffs out and lets his head fall backwards like he can’t believe the inconvenience of it all, “but I’m going to Moony’s school when I know what job I want to do.”

“I’m sure he would love having you in his class as a student when the time comes.”

Harry pauses, looking down at his drawing for a minute, then says, “Janey?”

“Yes Harry?”

“Are Padfoot and Moony my daddies now?” He looked nervous, suddenly much more like the shy boy she helped months ago.

“Yes Harry, they are your legal guardians, or your parents. I’m sure they’d love it if you called them your daddies, or Daddy and Papa, or Moony and Padfoot, or even something else.”

“Okay.” he says, playing with the crayon in his hands.

“Do you want to talk about it at dinner tonight while I’m there?”

“No.”

“Okay then.”

He looks up at her, “and don’t tell them I asked you, please.”

“It will be our secret.”

A few weeks later, the little family decided to go to the park and enjoy the lovely day. The weather was gorgeous and they had opened all the windows to enjoy it to the fullest. They asked Harry to go change out of his pajamas after breakfast while they cleaned up and he raced up the stairs to his room.

He walked to the closet and stepped into the little room to reach a shirt on a hanger when a sudden burst of wind slammed the door closed behind him causing the room to go very dark.

Harry froze and when he couldn’t see where he was anymore, he started panicking and banging his fists on the door yelling for someone to let him out and apologizing to his uncle. After a few seconds of that he was sitting on the floor sobbing and had the beginnings of a panic attack.

Remus and Sirius ran up to Harry’s room as fast as they could when they realized Harry was yelling in fear. They yanked the closet door open and found harry in a ball on the floor, his arms over his head.

There was really only room for one of them, so Sirius crawled towards Harry, talking in as calm and even a voice he could while feeling so scared and heartbroken. He quickly started rubbing at Harry’s side and said, “Harry, it’s okay, it’s Padfoot. No one here will hurt you, we just want to help you. Can I have your hand, Harry?” He was able to remove Harry’s hand from where it was clenched and put it on his sternum, “You’re not in the cupboard Harry, it’s okay. Can you breathe with me darling? In and Out. Can you feel me breathing? Breathe in, and breathe out just like me, c’mon darling. You’re okay, we love you so much, Harry.” Sirius kept talking while Harry finally started trying to breathe with him.

Remus asked, when Harry was a little calmer, “can you take you out of the closet, Harry?” When he nodded, they brought him over to Harry’s bed and sat him on Remus’ lap, he held on tight to his shirt, one hand holding Sirius’ shirt as well, and buried his head in Remus’ neck while he still sniffled.

“We have a glass of water if you’d like some.” Harry nodded and sat up a bit, drinking a bit of the glass. Sirius continued to rub Harry’s back and they all just sat quietly for a few minutes while Harry finally calmed all the way.

“Do you think you’d like to talk to Beck about this tomorrow, Harry?” 

“Yes.” he whispered back, falling asleep on Remus’ chest.

“Okay, darling, we’ll call him.”

They did end up going to the park later in the day after a nap and some hot chocolate.

Remus and Sirius noticed, however, that Harry wouldn’t go near his closet anymore. It was suggested by Dr. Martin that perhaps putting something in front of the door to Harry’s closet to prevent it from closing would help Harry. When that still didn’t work, they decided to remove the door entirely and added a light to the inside. Harry never had another problem with his closet and he would always remember what his dads did for him to help him so much that day.

Time Jump

Harry had nightmares quite often, especially when he first moved in with Remus and Sirius. But he would never go wake the two up when he was scared. They assured him that they would be happy to have him get them if he was afraid or needed a hug. But if they woke up from Harry’s nightmares and tried to comfort him, he would apologize for minutes at a time for waking them up. And Harry would never go wake them up himself if he’d had a nightmare.

But one day, about 6 months after they had brought him home, Remus and Sirius woke up to a Harry buried in the blankets between them. Sirius and Remus could only look at each other with wonder etched on their faces. They just hoped that this meant he finally felt comfortable with them.

They sit quietly and let Harry sleep. They assume he had a nightmare again last night and they don’t want him to be too tired.

About an hour later, they decide to wake him so he will be ready for bed at a normal time that night.

Remus reaches over to smooth Harry’s hair, and Sirius rubs at an arm. Soon, Harry’s little face scrunches up, he rolls over a bit, and grumbles out, “No Daddies, sleepy.”

Remus and Sirius just stare at each other in shock and happiness before big grins cover their faces.

Sirius dives in to attack Harry with tickles which causes screaming and flailing limbs and laughter.

Harry then yells, “Moony, help!” And Remus can’t ignore that.

He dives on top of Sirius tickling all his most vulnerable spots. Enough to make Sirius give up on Harry in order to protect himself. Harry then climbs all over the two of them while also reaching out to tickle Sirius, all of them laughing uncontrollably. 

Remus then leans down to kiss Sirius, as soon as Harry notices, he tries to push his way between their chests and yells, “My turn!” with his hands thrown into the air.

Sirius and Remus turn to him and smother his face with kisses until Harry is giggling again.

When they lay there catching their breath a few minutes later, Harry pops up to sit on his knees and plays shyly with his stuffed deer and teddy while looking at Remus and Sirius uncertainly.

“What’s up, Pup?” Sirius asks, running fingers through Harry’s wild hair.

“Are you two my daddies?” he fiddles again with the stuffed animals, and continues before they can get past the shock and answer. “Because Beck said a long time ago that if you wouldn’t have adopted me and brought me home if you didn’t love me and want me. And then Janie said she was sure you loved me and that you’d like it if I called you my daddies, or Daddy and Papa, or something else. And I really do love you Moony and Padfoot and I do want to be your family and I know my mummy and daddy died when I was little but you can take care of me now for them right? Because they said they wanted you to have me if they ever went away like they did? So you can be my daddies and I can be your kid right? Because–”

“Harry, ma chérie, calm down, take a breath, you’re going to get another panic attack darling. Deep breaths with me okay? In and Out. Very good, keep going.” Sirius and Harry breathe together for a couple minutes before Harry seems to really calm down again.

Then Remus says to him, “Harry, pup, we love you so so much and we would absolutely love to be your daddies and  you’re already our kid, you were our kid as soon as we got to take you home. We love you and will take care of you forever just like your parents would have wanted to and just like we should’ve been able to since you were 2 years old. You can call us whatever you’d like, darling. Whether that be Daddies, or Daddy and Papa, or Padfoot and Moony, or even Remus and Sirius, or something else entirely. No matter what we will always love you and we will always be your daddies. And even if we are your daddies, your Mummy and Daddy will always be your Mummy and Daddy too.

Harry then starts to cry (happy tears), which causes the other two to tear up, which then turns into a big cuddle puddle and breakfast in bed with Harry’s favorite movie, and then a nap.

Harry thinks about it for a few days and then tells the two of them that he wants to call Sirius Daddy and Remus will be Papa. They give him big hugs and tell him they love the names and him.

Harry and Sirius then get to work on making a chocolate cake “to celebrate our family love, Remus, what else would we do at this time? Why are you arguing over a chocolate cake, chocolate is your favorite, right behind Harry and me!”

“Yeah Papa, you love us and chocolate!” Harry says.

“Yeah Papa!” Sirius then echos much to Harry’s amusement.

Remus just smiles and gives them both a kiss and then says, “You’re right of course. How could I forget that if you two make cake, I get all of my favorite things? But you two forgot your aprons!”

He walks over to a drawer and pulls out two aprons, one says ‘Little Chef’ and the other says ‘Daddy Chef’ on the chest.

Harry and Sirius are very excited for their gifts and put them on immediately so they can pose for Remus who takes many many photos. 

[ussgallifrey]

Change of Plans

✦ Summary: Bucky really wants to give you a good Valentine's day, but sometimes even the best thought plans don't work out the way you thought they would. ✦ Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader ✦ Warnings: Mentions of menstruating and periods ✦ Word Count: 3.3k

There was something about the girl, who made his heart thud with a continuous home home home, that made Bucky desperately want to get this right. 

At the admission that you'd never celebrated the holiday with a partner before, which was said nonchalantly over a shared pizza, he was absolutely determined to change that. Sure, you'd only been together seven months - give or take a few days - but there was just something about you that made all the little signals in his head go off all at once and his tongue would tie up and he felt hopelessly dumbstruck at the sight of your smile like all the time.

He was crazy about you. That's all.

And because of that, he wanted to do something for the 14th. Nothing overly insane, like dinner in Paris with fireworks at the Eiffel Tower. Though, if you asked, he would have no qualms about absconding a quinjet and flying you there on the spot. But that is definitely not your taste - not even close.

But you deserve flowers and chocolates and a card and probably one of those giant pink teddy bears with the heart that says XO-XO that you were cooing and awwing over in CVS last week. And, God help him, he might even attempt to make dinner. 

Yeah, he's got it bad for you.

And waking up in the same bed this morning, with the knowledge that my place or your place? had finally ended at long last and that this was how he got to wake up almost every day. Well, it just about made his heart thump out of his chest and wouldn't that be a messy cleanup?

So, he's pleased as punch with himself when he can hear the happy little aww coming from the bedroom later that morning. He's obviously been up for hours already, attempting to throw together something edible in the kitchen while you slept away unawares.

You're a sight to see, as he leans against the bedroom door frame. Still under the covers, but sitting up enough to smell the vase of fresh flowers on your nightstand.

"You devil," you chide with a tired smile and a beckoning hand.

Bucky's more than happy to thread his fingers through yours as you pull him down next to you.

"When did you do this?"

He wants to kiss you.

"Had some time," he says instead, cupping a hand to your flushed cheek.

You hum happily, eyes fluttering closed as you lean into the simple touch. Warm lips feather-light against his palm.

"Keep it up, mister. See where it gets you."

Bucky chuckles, leaning his weight over you as his lips ghost against your own.

"Mmm, that's the plan," he murmurs before dropping a kiss to your waiting lips as you tug him ever closer.

Bucky likes to think he's pretty flexible. More of a flying by the seat of his pants type of person than a strict schedule follower. That's why he was going to let the day kind of flow on its own natural path. Breakfast in bed, maybe more in bed. Then a shower obviously, and maybe if things were to happen in there then that would be fine because you could still get the box of chocolates and the teddy bear whenever. And lunch and dinner didn't really have to fall on a set time either, so long as there was plenty of time left over for other activities later that night.

But even those simple plans are easily changed.

"Well, this sucks," you announce, emerging from the bathroom with a towel around you, hair damp against your skin.

He's already changed the sheets in hope of sparing you further embarrassment. 

"I'm sorry."

Dropping down onto the edge of the bed, Bucky folds himself around you to massage your warm shoulders.

"No, I'm sorry," you sigh, leaning back into his welcomed touch.

A kiss to your neck, fingers digging into the muscles of your back, "Hush. It's not like you can control it."

You nod slowly, head down and hands folded in your lap. He doesn't like the change one bit. But he lets the silence stretch at your discretion. Focusing all his skill into alleviating any and all pain he can with his impromptu massage.

After a moment, you admit, "It wasn't supposed to happen for three more days."

He gives a little hum of acknowledgment as he works his thumbs along your spine.

"It's bullshit, Buck."

That gets you a kiss to your cheek.

"I know, baby."

Leaving the comfort of the bed for only a moment to pad across the room, in your comfiest clothes and newly gifted heart-eyed taco-patterned socks, you return with an assorted box of chocolate and a small bag that had been hidden in the closet.

His heart, honest to god, wants to burst. He can't even remember the last time someone got him something for Valentine's.

Bucky holds up the covers for you to slip back in next to him, cuddling up against the large purple teddy bear wedged in between you both.

Handing over the red gift bag with silver ribbon tassels, "You're going to love this."

A raised eyebrow and a wary voice responds, "That sounds ominous."

You just smile, watching him untie the ribbon.

"Oh my god," he groans. "Why?"

All you can do is laugh as he pulls out the small Falcon plushie with a disgusted touch, as though the toy is actually burning him.

"I think this actually constitutes as a form of abuse."

You can't stop laughing, but you grab the bag from him while trying to fight back tears and pull out another stuffed animal. 

It's a sloth.

And then he sees the heart and he just shoots you a strange look and it sends you into another round of hysterics.

Snatching it from your hands as you collapse back against the pillow with howls of laughter, Bucky stares at the large red heart that says Damn Shawty You Fine.

As you continue to scroll through your phone, Bucky holds out one of the chocolates for you. Opening your mouth enough to let him slide the cream-filled piece into your mouth.

You were trading off all the coconut and walnut and pecan clusters his way, and in return, he was giving you all your favorites - despite his personal tastes.

"Mmm," you coo around the candy as you eagerly hold up your phone for him to see. "Look at this one - he's so cute."

Bucky stares at the curly-haired poodle wearing a heart headband.

"His name is Cupid. How cute is that?"

"Super cute," he responds with absolutely no disinterest whatsoever as he tries to catch up on the last few Dodgers' games before they were moved to California. The bastards.

You're not even bothered by it as you scroll through the adoption app and show him a tiny dachshund with a Free Kisses bandana.

"His name is Cupcake, Bucky. Cupcake."

He nods, "I can see that, yeah."

"Can you imagine if we got a dog? Oh my god, I haven't had a dog since I was a kid. We should get a dog."

Bucky shoves another piece of chocolate into your mouth as you laugh weakly around it, the protests dying on your lips.

It's absolutely freezing outside, but he insisted on going out to the store instead of using one of those delivery apps you were so crazy about. It was giving you a chance to sleep anyway, so if he was out for a while, then all the better.

- Midol

- Half-baked ice cream

- Gummy bears (not sour)

- A dog

- Rubbing alcohol & medical tape - ur fault

- We're almost out of dish soap too

- ♡

Is what the text reads.

Pulling his hood up and his coat closer, Bucky walks down the recently snowed-over sidewalk towards the store.

And you know what, it was all going just fine. He found everything you ask for - well, almost everything - and was at the register. And it was fine.

But the universe intervened and a pink poster caught his eye for the local animal shelter's Paws and Claws event. And he got a really stupid idea in his head. Because clearly, some higher power was trying to get him to check off everything on your list. 

Which is how he finds himself inside the FurEver Home animal rescue, almost forty minutes away from the apartment. Like an idiot. A lovesick idiot.

There's an older woman behind the counter that a white cat is walking across and dangling red heart banners wrap around the back wall. Small cat condos are in the one corner with a Kitty Haven sign above a room. And on the opposite side, it's not that difficult to miss the distinct sound of several dogs barking.

"Hi, how can I help you today?" she smiles warmly.

And that's when he realizes what he's actually doing. 

"Uhm, yeah, I actually wanted to look at the dogs, if you - "

She's already moving around the counter, "Yeah, of course."

Why did this seem like a good idea again?

"You can put that over here if you want?" she shows him a little shelf, pointing at his shopping bag.

"Oh, uh, yeah."

What the actual fuck was he doing?

"Okay, hands to yourself. If there's one you want to really meet, I'll get them leashed up and everything. Was there a certain one or a breed you were interested in?"

Bucky shakes his head dumbly, "No, just wanted to look around, I guess."

The barking is insanely louder once the soundproofed door is opened. Everything smells of wet dog and he's actually kind of overwhelmed, unsure of where to look as she guides him down the first row of kennels.

"These guys here are some of our newer arrivals," her voice is raised to be heard over the barking.

"Rocco here is a mixed pit, two years old. He's better with a quieter home right now. And Jessie was brought in from the same place. Little skittish, but she's a real sweetie."

He looks down at the large pitbull that's standing up on its hind legs to see him. And the nearly identical female in the kennel next to him. His heart squeezes.

"We have Cookie over here. She's a Collie mix, about five years is what our vet estimates. Domino is our oldest pup, she's ten, but she is so good with kids."

The little graying dog wags her tail when he walks in front of her kennel.

Oh, this was such a bad idea. He wants to take them all. Could he take them all?

They round the corner and another row of kennels. Max, Coco, Puff, Pebbles, Sascha, Twix, and Kit all bark and wag their tails and excitedly hop up as he walks by. And he is hit by the fact that this was a really really stupid idea.

A final row of kennels.

He passes by Margo and Finn, but pauses at last before a Golden Retriever - the only dog actually laying on a bed instead of right at the door.

"This is Lottie - hi, sweetheart."

The dog hops up and walks over to them, nuzzling her nose against the kennel as the woman stops in front of her.

"She's three, very well behaved. Housebroken, knows your basic commands."

The dog isn't even looking his way, just sniffing against the door, trying to get to the woman.

"Her last owners couldn't afford the vet bills; had to give her up. But we got you all taken care of, baby, didn't we?"

It's only then that the dog turns her head and Bucky realizes, "She's blind?"

"Yes. She got SARDS and her previous family couldn't afford the treatment and surgery."

"Is she on medication or…?"

"No, not anymore. Antibiotics post-surgery and some pain relievers, but she's all healed up now."

He stares at the healed-over scars where her eyes used to be and his chest aches.

The woman seems to pause, taking in his expression. 

"Would you like me to grab a leash?"

He nods wordlessly, struck by the dog in front of him, sniffing around the edge of her kennel. 

She opens the door and the dog backs up with an excited little tail wag. With the command, she sits and the woman is able to get the purple leash attached to her collar. And then she hands it to him and oh, hey. This is happening. 

"Free to walk in here or right out on the main sidewalk. When you're done, just bring her back over to me or one of the other volunteers. These guys are microchipped, just so you know."

Oh, darn. Looks like opening all the kennels and stealing the dogs wasn't going to work out then.

"Oh, okay," Bucky says instead.

The woman moves on to the other kennels, before disappearing around the corner, giving him room with the dog. Bucky looks down at her waiting patiently in front of him. Slowly, he kneels down, offering out his hand.

She sniffs it, once, twice, before inching her face a little closer. 

He's awestruck.

Hesitantly, he touches her muzzle with gentle little strokes. She leans right into it.

"Hey, sweetheart. Wow, hey, hey."

Her tail thumps happily against the concrete floor.

"Yeah, you're coming home with me, aren't ya, baby?"

Distantly, he thinks he's being a touch insane. But Bucky just stands up and slowly starts to walk her down the back row. Watching how Lottie stays right along his left side, her head occasionally bumping against him. When they reach the end of the row, he guides her with the leash to turn around and she does it perfectly. 

"Good girl," he rubs a hand between her ears as she pants.

The woman doesn't seem the least bit surprised when he meets her up front only a minute later.

He signs the adoption paper and the license registration. Gets coupons for a pet store and a vet visit. Is given several pamphlets about bringing a new dog home. And one very specific paper about blind dogs which he spends far more time reading over than the other ones.

The volunteer recommends getting a harness or collar that signals her disability to others and something called a Halo? It all just kind of keeps hitting him in waves with that underlying what the hell did I just do?

And then he's standing in the middle of the icy sidewalk with his dog. His Dog.

Ooh, boy. That's a crazy thought, ain't it?

He looks down at Lottie who's just patiently sitting on his left side, panting lightly.

"Come on, girl. Let's get you home."

The apartment is still dark when he walks in. Lottie remains on her leash - he'll have to lead her around the place first. Opening the contents of the shopping bag, he grimaces as he hurries to put the very warm ice cream into the freezer.

And then he hears a tired groan from the bedroom, "That you out there, handsome?"

His breath catches as he looks down at Lottie and back at the bedroom door.

"Uh…" he stalls. "I'm not sure if I'd go that far?"

"I'll be the judge of that," you call back playfully. "You got the goods?"

He nods with a silent laugh, unbagging the last few items as Lottie sits at his feet, sniffing the kitchen counter. Bucky pets her head affectionately. 

"Yeah, I knew a guy. He cut me a deal."

Your laugh brings warmth to his chest, "That's my man. I hope it was a good deal?"

There's a rustle of sheets and then your very distinct footsteps. And then a gasp.

"I think so," Bucky says with a shy smile.

"You didn't," your voice is adorably high pitched as you stare.

"I did."

You continue staring with a gaped mouth.

There's a jolt of nerves that hits him then. The realization that maybe this wasn't actually a good idea. And, hey, maybe you should have been there to pick a dog you actually wanted. And he should have at least told you or hinted at the possibility instead of just running out and literally adopting a dog.

But then you're crossing the room and crouching down next to Lottie.

"Hey there, pupper. Hi - awww!"

She leans right into your waiting arms as you rub down her sides and scratch behind her ears.

"You got a name, sweetie?"

Your eyes are glued right to her, a lovestruck look on your face.

"Lottie," Bucky says. "But we could change it if - "

"No," you stare up at him with admiration. "No, I like Lottie." And then you turn your attention back to the dog, "Yes, I do! Yes, I do. Oh, you are an angel, aren't you? What a pretty girl!"

He loves the way you wrap yourself around the dog, emitting all your affection onto her. Not even bothered by the obvious scars on her face. Seeing a dog in need of love and giving her all you've got.

And then you're standing up and squaring him with a lopsided smile.

"You're an idiot, you know that right?"

Bucky tries to look offended, but he just smiles. "Yeah. But I'm your idiot."

"Ah, ah, ah!" You chastise, a hand reaching down to rest on Lottie's head, "Our idiot."

He can't help but roll his eyes as you lean down and continue petting the dog.

"Yeah, I hope you're ready for the full force of this guy's stupidity, Lottie. He comes home looking like a mess almost weekly. Can't even take off his boots at the door like a normal person."

Bucky coughs loudly, "Anyway, dinner?"

You don't even pay him a bit of attention. "And the smell. Doesn't even take a shower after a long mission. I hope your little doggy nose can handle it or maybe we'll just hose him down."

"Italian?"

Fixing him with a pointed look, "Could you get anymore cliched for Valentine's Day?"

He grumbles, feeling oddly left out now that you've placed all your attention on Lottie.

"Chinese?"

You smile, standing once again to press a kiss to his nose, "A man after my own heart."

Circling his arms around your waist, he tugs you against his chest, "All it took was the promise of takeout?"

"And a dog."

He nods, "And a dog."

You press a kiss to his lips.

"Oh! And taco socks," you wiggle your foot happily.

Another kiss, and then a longer one, and then a peck. He stares into your eyes, cupping your cheek with everything he has about to burst from his chest with love love love.

"I love you."

Your smile is sweeter than candy as you lean into his hand, "Love you too."

Lottie makes a little whining sound and you break away. Bucky ruffles her fur a bit, already planning a list out for all the things he would need to buy her.

Moving around him, you eye the goods on the counter - snatching the Midol up quickly.

 "You got my ice cream?"

He winces, keeping his face focused on Lottie, "Uh… it might have melted?"

You gasp.

"Way to go, Bucky. Just ruin my whole day, why don't you?"

Bucky gaps for a moment, then points at Lottie, "Look, sweetheart! I got you a dog!"

Another gasp of surprise as you move down next to him.

"Well, would you look at that! Guess I'll just have to forgive you then, won't I?"

Lottie thumps her tail against the floor, a smile seemingly on her face as she pants. Bucky pulls you in with one arm and kisses you soundly on the lips.

The day might not have gone as planned, but he thinks everything might have worked out the way it was supposed to after all.

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The Hopeful Nightmare

Chris has been having the same nightmare for years, and it's scared him terribly each and every time. So when the creepy animatronics start turning protective for him, Chris starts to see the animatronics in a new light.

For thelightofdarkness.

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Chris was nervously holding a stuffed animal in his hands as he looked around his room. It seemed to be safe enough, but...the moment he looked behind him, a creepy looking Freddy Fazbear was showing up on his bed! Chris yipped in surprise and stared at it in horror. It was super run down! And there were mini Freddy’s surrounding him! But just as fast as it appeared, the big freddy and the mini freddies hid under the bed. All that was left, was his little Freddy plush in front of his pillow.

Chris let out a sigh of relief as he looked in front of his room. Which spot should he check first? The left side? The closet? Or the right side? Chris decided to go for the right side first. Chris grabbed his flashlight from the dresser and carefully looked through the door. It looked like no one was there, but eyes were always deceiving. Chris listened carefully for sounds. And, there were sounds. It sounded like they were coming from the kitchen. Maybe Chica’s in there, trying to make a pizza for him? Chris listened a little more, and closed the door just to be safe. When he opened it, there was still no one there. So, he speed walked back to the middle of the room.

Chris moved to the left door and looked through the creak. Turning on his flashlight, he found there was no one there again. But listening closely, Chris heard footsteps getting closer and closer to the door. As quickly as possible, Chris closed it and listened. The animatronic Bonnie seemed to continue coming closer till he was right at the door, and waited a little. Chris gasped quietly as a knocking sound on the other side of the door could be heard. He waited anxiously for Bonnie to leave. All he could hear was a breathing noise. But soon, Bonnie walked away and left Chris alone. Chris let out a breath of relief and ran away from the door to the middle of the room.

Chris walked up to his closet, and clicked the flashlight on. Foxy was in there, and staring at him. So, Chris closed the door. There was no way the poor kid was gonna stare at THOSE eyes for long...those eyes were much more scary than his older brother’s eyes that peeked under his fox mask. He opened it again, and turned on the flashlight: Chris let out a sigh of relief. It was just his foxy plush. So, Chris ran back to the middle of the room and looked up at the doors.

Chris quickly took a look behind him and flipped on the flashlight. The mini bears had been building up, but there were only 2 this time. These bears quickly disappeared under the bed once their cover had been blown, revealing only a Freddy plush. Chris turned back around to face the doors again.

‘Which one do I go into now?’ Chris thought to himself. He looked at the left door, and decided to go look through that. Chris turned on the flashlight and looked through. Listening closely, it sounded like there wasn’t anyone there. But suddenly, Chris gasped at a chime sound! As the chiming sound continued, Chris cooled down. It was just the big clock chimes. That was it. Chris checked the door one more time.

BONNIE! IT’S BONNIE!

Chris screamed and slammed the door shut. HOLY! THAT WAS CLOSE! Chris took in the air that he had just lost, and waited for the knocking and the robotic breathing to stop. It was a struggle to get his own breathing under control as well. Soon though, the animatronic seemed to have walked away. Chris opened the door again and observed the empty hallway once again before turning off the flashlight and running back to the middle.

Chris decided to go to the right hall this time. He ran up to the door, and turned on the flashlight. Thankfully, there was no one visibly there this time. But, he did hear running. So, Chris quickly closed the door. Chris tried to keep himself calm while the animatronic knocked on the door from the other side. Chris could also hear fast running and a closet creaking sound. Wait...Did Foxy just sneak himself in from the other side? Soon though, the animatronic walked away and started making kitchen noises again. Chris let out a sigh of relief and moved back to the middle.

Chris needed to check the closet next. So, he ran up to the closet and turned on the flashlight-

FOXY’S IN THERE!

Chris shrieked as the fox jumped out of the closet and tackled the child onto the ground. Chris dropped his stuffy as he screamed in horror! “HELP! HELP! MOM! DAD! MICHAEL! AAAAAAAHH!” Chris shouted as much as he could.

“Hey guys! We have a tiny yeller!” Foxy yelled.

Suddenly, the other animatronics walked into the room while Freddy Fazbear jumped off the bed. “He’s certainly tiny.” Freddy reacted in a somewhat lower voice.

Chris paused his screaming and panted heavily. The animatronics were so broken and scary looking! They looked mostly decayed, they all had 2 sets of teeth and none of them even had proper eyes! All they had for eyes were white lights that occasionally turned red! It was TERRIFYING!

Chris whimpered and wailed like a toddler. “HELP! PLEASE! DON’T HURT MEEEEEE!” He screamed, sounding traumatized.

Suddenly, the animatronics turned their heads towards the being that was walking up to them. A black, thin being with a white mask and white stripes on the...ends of the arms. What were those? Fingers? And...Why was it so tall? And THIN?!

“Put h-him d-down.” The voice ordered.

Whoa...The voice sounded super deep...He did NOT like it. Before Chris could think, Foxy put Chris down onto the floor and backed up a little. “He’s mine.” The black figure picked him up with its super thin fingers and brought him close. Chris was visibly shaking, and chattering his teeth.

“Hmmmmm...So-o fearful…” He said to the child. “Do I scare you?” He asked, leaning closer into his face.

Chris’s eyes immediately welled up with tears. He started to whimper and squeeze his eyes shut, letting out all the tears that filled his eyes.

A few of the tears fell onto Nightmarionne. “Pathetic.” He spat.

Suddenly, a burgundy head with oval ears came up behind Nightmarionne and smacked him against the back of the head. Nightmarionne paused what he was doing, and froze. Did...did someone just hit him?

Nightmarionne dropped the child and turned to face the animatronic. “You disgu-usting FOX!” The creepy puppet animatronic wrapped his fingers around its throat and lifted him up. Filled with rage, Nightmarionne threw the broken Foxy animatronic into the closet. Deafening metallic crashes filled the room for a few seconds before Foxy finally sat against the wall of the closet.

But not even a second later, a creepy-looking golden bear walked up to Nightmarionne and with no remorse, grabbed the creepy puppet’s torso and threw him right out of the room. Nightmarionne made loud crashing sounds down the hall as he stumbled and smacked against the four flat surrounding walls.

This golden bear was known by the animatronics, as ‘Fredbear’.

When Fredbear turned back around, Nightmare Freddy was holding Chris back lightly with his hand and keeping Fredbear from so much as stepping towards him. Chris knew exactly who Fredbear was. And there was NO WAY he was getting anywhere near him.

Chris whimpered fearfully and hid his face from Fredbear with Nightmare Freddy’s hand. Freddy, in an attempt to reassure the child, lowered his other hand down and patted his head. Though, the head patting was a little jagged, and a tad too rough. But, Chris generally understood what he was trying to do.

“Leave him alone.” Nightmare Freddy ordered to his golden counterpart.

Fredbear nodded and slowly turned himself around to walk out of the room. Once his feet reached the doorway, Nightmare Freddy and the original four animatronics straightened themselves out.

Chris stared at the door for a few more minutes just in case Nightmarionne came back...But he didn’t. So, Chris turned around to the animatronics. Chris was still terrified of them, and was super nervous to give them any trust. But, Chris tried to, at least, look closer at them. But...they were very big. He had to look up in order to see their eyes.

Nightmare Freddy looked down at the kid, and tilted his head. Chris tilted his head as well, mirroring his movement. Nightmare Freddy straightened his head and tilted it to the right this time. Chris tilted his head from the right, all the way to the left to mirror its movements again. Next, Nightmare Freddy moved his bear ears up and down. Chris, who was unable to do this, grabbed his own ears and made them bounce up and down with a small smile. Nightmare Freddy opened his mouth a little, attempting to give him a smile. But Chris’s smile dropped as he saw the teeth, and grew scared of him again.

But things grew a little more interesting when the three Freddles started walking up to him. The Freddles were quite a bit smaller compared to him. So, they didn’t scare Chris as much. He was used to the Freddles making a higher pitched, metallic screeching sound whenever they showed up. But interestingly enough, the Freddles weren’t making the sound as much. They were just staring at him curiously.

What were they gonna do?

Chris brought himself down to their level and sat on his own feet. “Hi.” He greeted. “I’m Chris.”

The Freddles walked closer to him one by one. One of them reached their arms up, like they wanted to be picked up. So, Chris lifted him up and held onto him. While the Freddle was carried, it started kicking the air and making growly noises. These were not angry growls. These were actually happy growls, if you could consider that a thing. Amazingly, this didn’t scare the child.

In fact, it made him giggle! “I used to kick too!” Chris told the small Freddle.

The other two Freddles on the ground, grew eager to be held so they could kick the air too! But Chris wasn’t bringing its triplet brother down fast enough for their liking. So, the two other Freddles started climbing up the child’s legs, grabbed onto his PJ shirt and started pulling on it impatiently. Chris looked down and giggled at the two Freddles. “Do you want up too?” Chris asked.

Both of the Freddles nodded their head and jumped up and up at him with their arms raised up like toddlers. Chris smiled, put the first Freddle down and picked up the jumping one on his left. The Freddle’s white pupils seemed to light up a brighter white as it was lifted up. It even clapped its hands at Chris and kicked its feet excitedly! Chris smiled and kept holding Freddle number two in his hands while the other Freddles stood below Chris. Chris started to smile a little more as he held the bear in his hands. It was being surprisingly cute right now, for a creepy, tiny nightmare version of Freddy Fazbear.

Soon though, the third Freddle was feeling really left out. He hadn’t been lifted up by Chris yet, and he was growing super impatient. To show Chris he was mad, the impatient Freddle grabbed the side of Chris’s shirt and started using it to climb up. “Hey!” Chris looked down at his side and saw the Freddle climbing his shirt. “Stop that.” Chris ordered with a giggle, shaking his shirt. But the moment Chris’s hand grew any closer to the mini animatronic, the Freddle reached up, threw its arms around his wrist and held on tightly. The Freddle was now being lifted up off the ground, allowing himself to have fun and kicking his legs. But it’s swinging feet happened to start tapping the boy’s belly. “No kicking my belly!” Chris ordered.

The two Freddles on the ground, looked at Chris curiously. No kicking the boy. But...was climbing the boy allowed? To test this theory, the two Freddles went to one side each, and grabbed each side of the shirt to start climbing. But suddenly, Chris squealed in surprise! “That tihihickles!” Chris giggled as he swayed back and forth to get them off him. Now, the Freddles knew exactly what tickling was. They’ve seen it many times before! So the moment the child mentioned tickling, the Freddles quickly fell into a rare fun time mode!

The two Freddles on his sides, immediately started tickling the boy while the dangling Freddle let one of his hands free to tickle his neck. Chris squealed yet again, put the Freddle down right away and covered up his own neck with his hands. Chris’s squeals quickly turned into childish giggles as the two Freddles continued to tickle his sides with their tiny, metal fingers. The third Freddle, now free from the boy, waddled itself up to Chris and started tickling his belly. Chris’s giggles started to include squeals as he doubled over a little bit to protect his vulnerable tummy. But the Freddle wanted to keep tickling his belly! It was squishy and fun to play with. So, the Freddle grabbed onto the front of his shirt, pulled itself up, and tickled his belly with one hand while it kept hold of the shirt.

Chris squealed, threw his head back and let out a big fit of laughter! In one quick motion, the Freddles pulled the boy’s shirt towards the ground and waited for impact. When Chris’s back hit the ground, the Freddles let go of his shirt and climbed up to his belly to keep tickling him. “HAhahahahaha! Yohohou sound like dohohoggihihihihies!” Chris told the Freddles. Suddenly, the Freddles paused their movements and looked at Chris, before looking at their leader: Freddy Fazbear.

Freddy tilted his head before he looked down at the voice box below his tie. The voice box made a static sound, before a barking sound could be heard coming from the voice’s speaker! Chris gasped and sat up. “Doggy!” Chris declared happily. The Freddles, not at all ready for the kid to sit up, came tumbling off of his belly and flopped onto his legs. Chris giggled at this and lifted them up onto their feet. “Sorry.” The Freddles stood there, looked at one another and nodded one at a time to each other. Chris was about to ask what they were planning, when all three of the Freddles came jumping onto Chris and hugged him. Chris giggled and hugged them back happily as he started to fade back…

“Chris? Christopher?” Someone called him.

Chris opened his eyes and sat up. “Yes?” Chris replied to the familiar voice.

Chris looked to the left door, and smiled at the lady who was sitting there: It was his mom. “Was that you making noise?” She asked.

Chris looked around himself and found all his Fazbear stuffies in his arms and on his bed. “Yeah. Sorry.” Chris said to her.

“It’s alright.” She replied. “It sounded like laughter. Did you have a funny dream?” She asked.

Chris nodded his head. “Yeah! The tiny freddy bears ran up and tickled me!” Chris told her.

“Tickled you?” She asked with a smirk.

Chris giggled and nodded. “Yeah, yeah! They were Freddy Fazbears! But very small! They love being lifted!” Chris explained. “And they tickled me when I was holding one.” Chris said with a giggle.

Chris’s mother hummed curiously. “Sounds like someone had been visited by a couple little tickle monsters.” She teased. “And it sounds like someone’s getting less scared of the pizza place! You’re growing to be a big, brave boy!”

Chris laughed. “Yeah! I’m a very big boy!” he declared, showing off his muscles.

Chris’s mom giggled. “Alright. Big boys need sleep. Good night Chris.” She said to him.

“Good night Mom!” Chris said, quickly flopping under his covers to get to sleep.

As Chris began to fall asleep again, Chris’s Mom found one of Chris’s stuffies in the hallway. Picking it up, she realized it was the puppet stuffy! So, Chris’s Mom brought the puppet into his room, and placed it on the bed with him…

Chris drifted off softly, until he suddenly heard a deep voice. “You th-thought you could r-run away f-from me-e?” it threatened.

Chris whined and squeezed his eyes closed more.

“I’m talking to-o you. LISTEN TO ME.” Chris was grabbed by a pair of nimble hands and lifted right out of his bed. Chris opened his eyes right away and screamed at the sight of Nightmarionne and his fingers wrapped around him again. “I-I’ve been waiting f-for you.” Nightmarionne told him, bringing his face closer and closer to his muppet mask. “You thought y-you could get away-y? Even i-if all the a-animatronics throw me o-out again, I STILL COME BACK.” Nightmarionne shouted at him.

Chris started breathing quickly and deeply as his eyes welled up with tears again. He was right back in the clutches of his evil nightmare. What was he supposed to do?

The stuffies he was sleeping with, were no longer on his bed and all the animatronics were standing there and trying to find a way to get Chris away from Nightmarionne again. The Freddles were climbing up the skeleton puppet and trying to get Nightmarionne to let go. “GET OFF ME!” The nightmare puppet screamed before throwing the Freddles off his arms and torso.

Nightmare Bonnie picked up Nightmarionne by his thin torso, much like Freddy did, and pulled Chris out of his grip. “Hands off him.” Nightmare Bonnie warned.

Nightmarionne growled and shoved his fingers into the animatronic’s arm. With one quick swipe, Nightmarionne ripped a whole bunch of the wires out of Bonnie’s arm, forcing the hand to let go of his torso and leaving Bonnie’s arm completely immobile. But none of the animatronics were having it. Freddy Fazbear and the Freddles kept Chris safe, while Bonnie, Chica and Foxy all tried to get rid of Nightmarionne. But the puppet was very smart. He found a way to immobilize all of them, one at a time.

Finally, Chris decided to do something he never imagined himself doing: he shouted for help. “FREDBEAR!” Chris shouted.

Quickly, Fredbear came walking through the right hall door, and walked up to the fight. Grabbing the creepy puppet, Fredbear used his teeth to bite down on the puppet’s mask, cracking it and revealing the pitch black head underneath. Then, Fredbear threw Nightmarionne into the top of the closet and closed the door for good.

Chris, feeling super thankful, ran up to Fredbear and hugged his leg. Fredbear looked down and tilted its head in surprise. Just earlier, the kid had been scared to go near him. But now...the kid was hugging him? What changed? Did...did the kid like him now because he saved him?

Chris soon let go of Fredbear and walked back to the Freddles. The Freddles definitely helped him calm down over the creepy animatronic nightmares. And, Chris was slowly getting better with the dreams! The original four nightmare animatronics have slowly proven themselves to be not nearly as killer as they look, and Fredbear was always around to save him if he couldn’t save himself against Nightmarionne and the others. Chris grew proud of himself for finding a sweet side to his nightmares of the pizzeria. Maybe when he fully outgrows the nightmares, he can visit the animatronics and see them on the stage again.

But for now: Chris will take big boy steps to grow less and less scared of his nightmares. Perhaps a Foxy Pirate Adventure would be a good dream one day...

[pocket-luv101]

Just a Kiss || Chapter 1

Fandom: Servamp Ship: KuroMahi (main), LawLicht (side), Tetsono (side), Jekuni (side) Characters: Kuro, Mahiru, Hyde, Licht, Tetsu, Misono, Mikuni, JeJe, Snow Lily

Summary: Mahiru discovers a battle between demons, humans and ghosts. He wants to help defend the city so he makes a contract with a ghost to fight against demons. He didn’t know that Kuro’s power could only be activated with a kiss. (Kigurumi Guardians AU)

A/N: This AU is based on an old shoujo that I haven’t read in years and I’m honestly writing this based off the vague memories I have of it.

“Misono, are you sure we should be spying on your brother like this? This feels like an invasion of privacy. Thinking simply, you should speak with your brother if you’re this concerned about him.” Mahiru whispered to Misono. They were hiding in a closet with their friend, Licht, and the three waited for Mikuni to enter. “What do you think he’s hiding?”

“I don’t know. Lately, I’ve been hearing him talk with someone in his room and I don’t recognize the person’s voice. I asked Mikuni who it was but he told me not to worry. Lily wouldn’t answer me either.” Misono opened the closet slightly to peer into the classroom. His family had always been secretive but his instincts told him that they were hiding something important.

He noticed that Mikuni would enter the abandoned photography room at the same time each day. With the belief that his brother was meeting with the strange voice, Misono decided to sneak into the room and spy on him. He asked his friends to help him. Beside him, Licht said: “Maybe your brother is on a secret angel mission and he doesn’t want you to know.”

“I hope the answer is something simpler like he’s having a secret relationship or something.” Mahiru suggested. His friends were prone to have wild imaginations but he didn’t suspect anything more than regular high school drama. They heard the classroom’s door open and Misono quickly shushed him. The three friends had to huddle close together to see through the small crack between the closet doors.

Mikuni and Lily entered the room. The first thing Mahiru noticed was the three stuffed animals they carried; a black cat, a white bear and a golden hedgehog. He thought he saw the cat doll turn its head in their direction but he reasoned that it was simply his imagination. He strained to hear the two’s conversation. “C3 sent us three more ghosts but I don’t know what they expect me to do with them. I don’t have time to find more guardians. My hands are already full searching for vessels and fighting those demons.”

“A person with strong spiritual energy and a pure heart is rare.” Their conversation was confusing to Misono. While Mikuni would often pretend that his doll was alive, Misono would be able to understand his imagination slightly. Lily went on to say: “You can’t continue to fight them by yourself, Mikuni. More are coming through the gate. Let me find people who can be potential guardians. We should consider Misono since he—”

“I’m not involving my brother in this! Don’t ask his friends for help either. Mahiru and Licht can’t keep a secret and they’ll tell Misono about this.” Mikuni rejected his suggestion before he could finish it. His brother rarely showed his true emotions and Misono wondered what they were discussing. He placed the three stuffed animals into a cupboard and said: “Let’s hide these ghosts for now.”

Mikuni and Lily left the room. The door barely closed before Licht jumped out of the closet and went directly to the cupboard. “I want the gold hedgehog!”

“Wait, Licht, you can’t take something that’s not yours.” He said as he followed him. In Licht’s haste to play with the stuffed hedgehog, he knocked the other two to the ground. Mahiru picked up the black cat and gently brushed the dirt from its fur. He studied the doll and he thought he saw a faint blue glow in its chest. “Mikuni said C3 gave these to him. I’ve never heard of a store like that.”

“I don’t see anything special about these stuffed animals so I don’t know why Mikuni would try to hide them from me. Do you think these are for a fantasy role playing game? He mentioned demons and ghosts.” Misono held up the white teddy bear. He couldn’t stop thinking of Mikuni’s outburst and the worried look Lily had. They weren’t the type of people to become so serious over a simple game. While he had a weak body, he wished his brother would rely on him. “What do you think, Mahiru?”

“Your brother is eccentric so I don’t know what he’s thinking most of the time. He likes to carry around his doll, Abel, so I don’t think he’ll hide these dolls out of embarrassment.” Mahiru ringed the bell that hanged around the cat’s neck. “We should ask Mikuni directly.”

“I think I was right earlier when I said your brother is on an angel mission. These three animals could be magical familiars like in the movies.” Licht concluded confidently. Most thought that he was delusional because he called himself an angel. Yet, he found two friends who accepted him. He thought it would be nice to have one more person who believed he was an angel. Licht looked down at the hedgehog and decided. “I’m going to adopt you and name you ‘Hyde’.”

His two friends were doubtful of his idea but they knew that it was pointless to disagree with him. Misono laughed softly and decided to humour Licht’s fantasy. He joked, “Then I’ll name mine ‘Tetsu’. I can finally have a friend that’s shorter than me.”

The door opened behind them and the three jumped with the worry that Mikuni had returned. A student entered the room and Mahiru let out a breath of relief. Since people rarely went to the photography room after the club ended, he wondered why the girl came into the room. The student didn’t say a word as she walked directly to the three. She grabbed the cat in Mahiru’s arms and tried to pull it out of his grip.

“Excuse me?” Mahiru asked but the student didn’t respond to him. He thought he felt the cat hug his hand as if it didn’t want to be taken away by her. While he was confused, he hugged the cat to his chest and backed away from the student. She kept a tight grip on the cat though. “This belongs to my friend, Mikuni. I can’t give this to you. Hey, let go!”

A gruff laugh caught the three’s attention and they looked up at the ceiling above the student. Mahiru’s eyes widened at the sight of a pitch black circle in the ceiling. He couldn’t see what was in the hole but smoke flowed into the room. His attention was pulled back to the student when she tugged on the cat again. He noticed that strings were attached to her hands and they led to the hole.

“I want to play, Brother.” A deep voice ordered him and it was clear that it wasn’t the girl who spoke. A boy descended from the dark hole and landed behind Mahiru. He didn’t know who he was but the person’s crimson eyes made him gasp. Then, he saw the glint of the boy’s sword. He was still trying to make sense of the escalating situation so he wasn’t able react quickly enough to defend himself.

The stuffed animal in his arms suddenly grew and Mahiru was forced to let go of it. He had to question if he was having a bizarre dream as he watched the large cat block the man’s sword with its paw. Mahiru scrambled to his feet and ran to his friends who were equally confused by the situation. He tugged on Licht’s arm and then grabbed Misono to pull them away from the fight.

“Mr. Cat came to life?” Licht said in disbelief and then looked down at the hedgehog plush in his arms. He wondered if it could do the same and an idea came to him. He hurled the hedgehog towards the fight and screamed: “Go, Hedgehog! Defeat that demon.”

“What are you doing?” Misono yelled in disbelief. He was more shocked when Licht’s hedgehog changed size like the cat did. Hyde tackled the demon and pinned him to the ground under his weight. Even with two animals holding him down, the strange boy only started to laugh. He turned towards Mahiru and stretched out a hand to the sky.

“The gate is growing every day and it feeds my power. You two can’t defeat me in the form you’re in.” A powerful swing of his sword forced the large cat and hedgehog to jump off him. He slowly stood again and faced them. Despite how scared the situation made him, Mahiru ran in front of the man to protect the two. The cat had rescued him and he didn’t want to see it be hurt because of him.

Mahiru grabbed a broom to defend his friends and the cat. He stood in front of the cat and faced the demon. “Who are you and why are you attacking us?”

“My name is Tsubaki and I’m here to collect human hearts for Sensei. Yours smell ripe.” He answered with a confident grin and walked towards him. Mahiru knew that his broom was useless against hi’s sword but he couldn’t run or else it could endanger Licht and Misono. Tsubaki adjusted his grip on his sword and Mahiru braced himself for a fight.

He was suddenly pushed aside and he grabbed a table to catch himself. The cat had protected him again but the sword pieced its shoulder. Mahiru blindly swung his broom at Tsubaki and forced him away from the cat. He didn’t try to attack him again because his focus was on the injured cat. “Are you okay?”

“You should be more worried about yourself.” The cat grabbed his shoulder and moved Mahiru beneath him. He protected him with his own body. “Sendagaya, can you transform yet?”

“Shit, we can’t do anything in this state.” Hyde cursed as he watched Tsubaki casually attack their brother. He was powerful enough to kill them yet he only toyed with them. His mind raced to think of what they could do to defeat Tsubaki. Their toy bodies were useless in a fight though. If only he could use his full power. He ran to Licht’s side and tugged on his shirt slightly. “I’m sorry, Angel Cakes, but I need your help to stop my brother. If you kiss me, I’ll become stronger. Don’t worry, this will only be a temporary contract.”

“Kiss? Like the frog prince?” His words caused Licht to think of the fairy tale. Hyde couldn’t read his expression and he thought he wouldn’t believe him. Unexpectedly, Licht pulled him closer and kissed him. Smoke exploded around them and their vision was blocked for a moment. After the air cleared, he found a blond boy standing in front of him. Hyde’s hand hadn’t let go of his arm and he realized that his adorable hedgehog had transformed into the handsome boy wearing a suit. “Hy—”

He placed his finger on his lips before he could say his name. “Don’t call me by that name, Angel Cakes. It’s better for both of us.”

“You’re not a hedgehog. What are you?”

“We’re ghosts sent to protect your city. It’s time to do my job.” Hyde winked at him. He loosened his tie as he stood straighter and prepared to fight. Clovers floated around him and they became blades once he snapped his fingers. He explained: “Humans can’t fight demons. Ghosts can’t sustain their human body in this realm. We can solve each other’s problems though.”

“I don’t like when you play mean, Brother Greed.” Tsubaki clicked his tongue and dodged the torrent of clovers Hyde had flung towards him. Hyde had expected him to unleash another attack and created a wall of clovers to shield Licht and his friends. Yet, Tsubaki said, “I already captured another vessel so I’ll be returning home. It was fun to meet you again, brothers. Next time, I’ll take the hearts of your human friends.”

Tsubaki took the girl and jumped back into the dark portal, leaving everyone in the room in confusion. The danger was gone and the cat transformed into a small plush again. It landed on Mahiru’s lap and he hesitantly picked it up. Mahiru didn’t know what to make of the situation but it was impossible to explain it as a dream.

“What happened to you three?” Lily gasped when Misono and his friends entered the student council room. His brows furrowed when he saw the white bear he had in his arms. He knew the toy all too well and he gave a worried glance to Mahiru and Licht. They all had various injuries and he quickly pulled out a first aid kit from the cupboard. He prayed that the worst hadn’t happened. “Did you three get into a fight with bullies? I’ll treat those scrapes and bruises.”

“This madman with a sword attacked us and claimed he was collecting human hearts. We know this sounds crazy but we also know that you can tell us more about this. We overheard you and Mikuni talk about ghosts. Please, tell us what’s happening!” Mahiru pleaded. With their eyes on him, Lily struggled to find an explanation. He didn’t want to pull them into danger but it was impossible to lie to them after everything they saw.

Licht placed the hedgehog onto the desk and said. “This one kissed me and transformed into a person. He fought off the madman but then returned to this form. Is this hedgehog truly a demon?”

“How am I going to explain this to Mikuni?” Lily groaned and sat down. He gestured to a bench nearby and the three sat across from him. He picked up the hedgehog and explained, “The person with the sword was a demon. Very few people know about demons invading our world and stealing people’s hearts. An organization called C3 has been formed to stop demons.”

“Is my brother a part of this?” Misono asked. The solemn nod Lily caused his stomach to twist into knots. He looked down at the white bear on his lap. While the other two animals had grown to fight Tsubaki, Tetsu hadn’t. “What are these stuffed animals?”

“They’re not toys but spirits. Since humans can’t fight demons, C3 has enlisted the help of ghosts like the three you see.” His words caused Licht to remember what Hyde told him earlier. Unconsciously, he touched his lips and thought of the kiss. Lily noticed his action and asked: “After the hedgehog turned into a human, did you call its name?”

“No.” Licht shook his head and Lily let out a breath of relief.

“Spirits can form a contract with a human to regain their original body and fight the demon. But forming a contract is rare since the human must have a strong and pure heart.” Lily explained. “To form the contract, the human will give the spirit a new name and share a kiss. Luckily, your contract is only temporary because you didn’t call his name while he was human. Your contract was broken when he returned to his toy form.”

“Good. I don’t want my heart linked with a demon like him.” Licht glared at Hyde. “But I want to help fight the demon. It’s my job as an angel to protect innocent people. There must be a way for me to fight that demon without the help of this guy.”

“You three are teenagers so it’s too dangerous for you to fight demons. For now, please forget everything you’ve seen today. I’ll take these back and keep them in a safe place.” Lily said and took the three stuffed animals from them. “Go home.”

Mahiru entered his empty house and he turned on the light. He placed his backpack on the table before he went to his room to get his sewing kit. For once, he was glad that his uncle was out of the city. He was certain his uncle would have questions for why he was returning home in the middle of the night. He set down the sewing kit and then pulled a black cat out of his bag.

He had sneaked into the high school and stole the cat.

A part of him was still in disbelief of everything he learned that afternoon. Demons were slowly invading the city and the people he cared about were in danger. He stared at the torn fabric over the cat’s shoulder where Tsubaki had stabbed it. Mahiru was careful and gentle as he moved the cat into a sitting position in front of him. “Hyde spoke when he transformed. Can you talk in your toy form?”

“It’s troublesome.” The cat answered him with a lazy drawl. Mahiru was waiting for the response but a small gasp still escaped him. He collected himself and then smiled softly down at him. The kindness in his brown eyes was surprising because he expected Mahiru to be scared of him.

“Thank you for protecting me and my friends from the demon. You were hurt in the fight, weren’t you? I don’t know if I can repair you like a normal stuffed animal but I thought I should try. You’ll lose a lot of stuffing if you run around with a hole in your chest. Will it hurt you if I use this needle?” Mahiru asked. After he shook his head, he threaded the needle. He grew in size again so Mahiru would be able to stitch the wound easier.

Mahiru leaned close to him so he could stitch his chest close. Even though he assured him that he wouldn’t be hurt, he was careful. He placed his hand over his heart and he looked up at him. “There were a lot of reasons I went back for you. I wanted to thank you and tend to your wounds. My second reason is a little selfish though. I can’t simply forget about the demons like Lily asked us to.”

The determination in his brown eyes reminded him of how Mahiru tried to protect him with a broom. He could already guess what he wanted to ask him. Mahiru wrapped his hands around his paw and he looked up at him. “I don’t know if I have a strong heart but I love my friends and family. I want to protect them in any way I can. Will you lend me your strength to do so?”

“I came back to Tokyo to stop the demons but I wasn’t planning on forming a contract. I planned to fight alone. This situation is dangerous.” He warned him. Mahiru bit his lips and looked down at the ground, worried that he wouldn’t help him. Then, he heard him sigh. “It was my intention to fight Tsubaki alone but I didn’t expect my body to be so weak. Can’t deal.”

“We can be strong together.” Mahiru turned back to him. He cupped his face and thought of a name to give him for their contract. “You protect me today but we’ll be fighting together from now on, Kuro.”

They leaned towards each other and Mahiru closed his eyes. Their lips met in a simple kiss and Kuro’s warmth lingered for a few moments. He opened his eyes and he found a teenager sitting in front of him. He didn’t pull away and stared at Kuro’s familiar features. Gently, he brushed his light hair from his red eyes and repeated his name. “Kuro.”

With just a name and a kiss, both of their lives changed.

“You know, you could’ve kissed my cheek.” He told him and there was a slight blush on his cheeks. Mahiru wondered if it meant that the kiss made him feel shy and flustered as well. The sight endeared Kuro to him and a small chuckle escaped him.

“I’ll prepare the guest room for you to use.” Mahiru said and stood.

[imagine-jjba]

valentine’s day headcanons.

since it’s valentine’s day/the day after, i’ve decided to make some headcanons! these are just how the jojos would celebrate the special occasion. after all, it’s a day of celebrating your love for the people around you, especially your romantic partners. hopefully these headcanons will be very fulfilling towards those who are interested in the whole valentine’s day thing! personally, i’m not actually that interested in it. i just enjoy the small headcanons that people post and decided that i should post some of my own. i mean, i’m an imagines blog for a reason, lol.

this is excluding joseph because i already posted a drabble for him for valentine’s day! please check out that post if you want to read something like that!

happy valentine’s day!

jonathan ;

he’s been preparing for this day! he wants to spoil you with as many gifts as he can carry, which is a lot! he’s prepared chocolates made from the best of sellers. he’s also prepared some jewelry for you, if you’re willing to wear it. he would also clear his schedule for the day, just so he can spend his valentine’s day with the person he loves the most. of course, he also makes sure to give gifts to others that he holds close to him.

when the day finally rolls around, he’s very excited. he makes sure to mention to the maids and butlers in the mansion that he’s going to be busy with you. he doesn’t mention this to dio, as he’s very wary of him. the last time he fell in love, things didn’t work out too well, especiall with dio involved in the whole fiasco.

once you finally meet up, he’s going to make sure that you’re comfortable and feel loved the entire day. for the start of the day, he takes you to somewhere fun. just a fun place so that the two of you can relax together! most likely, he would take you to the river.

you two would have so much fun there, watching the nature go by. it would be similar to a picnic date, but without the food. he’s saved that for later. you would cuddle up to the cuddly bear of a man, feeling his love and trying to pour just as much affection into your actions. you would also do some cloud watching, maybe a bit of bird watching as well! you’d both try to find ways to keep yourselves busy as you sat there and cuddled for hours. of course, during all of this, he always reminds you of how beautiful you are, along with just how much he loves you. you tell him that you love him back, which just leaves the both of you very flustered, but feeling happy and lucky to have such a wonderful partner.

after that, he would take you out to eat! it would be at a fairly expensive restaurant, but he would never mind spending some money on you, especially with how much he loves you. it’s a resturant with very savory foods, along with a variety of things to choose from. he doesn’t want you only having a limited amount of options, after all.

once you order both order your food, you start talking to jonathan. he would say how lucky he is to have you by his side. he also makes a very cheesy promise to protect you when needed. of course, you make the same promise to him. even if you’re most likely smaller and weaker than him, you still want to protect him in some ways. even if you both know this, he’ll still swoon at the idea of having someone to rely on at all times. especially with his feelings. jonathan is a very empathetic person and always wants to have someone near his side, both emotionally and physically!

when your food arrives, you both make small talk while eating. it isn’t awkward, though. you’re both enjoying the company that you have. plus, the food is amazing! jonathan seems to be enjoying it as well, watching his face melt in joy when he tastes his first bite of food is very adorable, in your eyes. it makes you want to pull him into a hug, almost like a stuffed animal. but you don’t do that, to save both yourself and him the embarrassment. while you’re eating, jonathan makes sure to have some sort of physical contact with you. whether it’s a simple holding of hands or an innocent hand on your thigh is up to you!

when you finish eating and jonathan pays for the food, you both leave to have your next adventure of the day. jonathan has heard about one of the traveling carnivals that were coming, so he wanted to take you to one of them. they seemed exciting and something that the both of you would enjoy. there would be many shows that you could watch, such as small plays put together by the actors, as well as other things. it was very entertaining, to say the least. you ended up laughing at a lot of the scenes. jonathan always loved to hear your laugh. it always made him feel safer.

there was the brand new invention there as well. at first, you had no idea what it was. once you got a worker to explain what it was, however, you were excited to try it. the idea of a carousel seemed to be entertaining. so, you both got on your individual “horses”, as well as everyone else did. once the ride started, you both were having the time of your lives. up and down, you felt like you were having the time of your lives. such an invention was fascinating to you. plus, it was very fun to ride those fake steeds. jonathan laughed through the entire thing, which ended up making you giggle along as well.

at the end of your trip to the carnival, you bid a farewell to the workers there before heading off on your way. next, jonathan planned on heading to a band that was playing for the special day. thankfully, you made it there on time, just as they were starting to play songs. of course, you both watched in awe as the band played many tunes. you always wondered how they could do things like that. you both ended up immersed in the moment as the band played all throughout the town. it was very exciting for you especially, as you hadn’t gotten many chances to do that sort of thing. jonathan was more than happy to take you on this trip.

after the band, he made sure to take you to a nearby park. it was a very nice one, though, you noticed that there were couples all over the place. thankfully, the young joestar knew a spot where you two could get some alone time. once in that spot, jonathan would finally give you his gifts. it made you blush, of course, but you ended up accepting them. you also gave him some gifts of your own. no matter what those gifts would be, he made sure to treasure each one of them. he wouldn’t want to accidentally hurt your feelings. if it was something he could wear on his person, you would catch him wearing it practically all the time. if it was something else, he would make sure to put in a spot where he could always see it in his house. he always wanted to be reminded of your generosity and love.

the gifts he gave you were very special to you as well. the one thing that you treasured the most was a necklace that he had given you. it was a simple one, though, it had a precious gem in the middle (this would depend on your favorite gems). he would have also said that he got you this because it reminded him of you. he also gave you the chocolates that he had, as well as flowers! it was a lot to carry, but you managed.

after you exchanged gifts, you suddenly pulled him into a tight hug. at first, jonathan was surprised. he wasn’t expecting this sudden burst of affection. however, he would never be opposed to such a thing. so, he would lovingly scoop you up into his arms and lift you off the floor. he would hold you up in the air and grin like he was holding the most precious thing in the world. to him, you are the most precious thing! he also wants to make sure that you know this as well. after he settles you down, he makes sure to give you a very shy peck on the cheek. it makes both of you very flustered, but in the end, you’re both giggling.

after that, he makes sure to help you carry the stuff that he got for you back to your house. once there, he gives you an affectionate kiss on the back of your hands. he really hopes that you had a nice date with him and wants to continue to keep having nice dates! he really loves doing these sorts of things for you. when you tell him that you feel the same, you can see his eyes light up as he greets you his final goodbyes.

while he’s back home, he’s gushing about you during dinner and can’t stop thinking about all the cute things you did that day. he really wants to capture your smile, somehow. maybe if he could ask a painter, they would be able to capture the cute expressions that you make. however, it wouldn’t be as good as seeing the real thing. he wishes that you have a good rest of the night and falls asleep thinking about you.

jotaro ;

jotaro isn’t very fond of valentine’s day. however, he’ll make an exception for you. he really wants to show his appreciation for you, after all. though. he really isn’t sure how to do that, sometimes. well, he tries his best to plan for your date, but can’t think of much. he isn’t really the type of man to plan things like this out. then again, has he ever been the type to plan anything out?

he tells you to meet him at the movies. it isn’t the best thing that you’ve heard of, but neither of you are really the romantic type. it doesn’t really matter where you two go, just as long as you go somewhere. so, when you’re meeting him at the theaters, to your surprise, he’s wearing something else other than his school uniform. genuinely, you thought that was the only thing he had in his closet. however, he seems to be wearing something nicer than that. though, it’s just a plain leather jacket and jeans. at least it’s a step up from what it was before?

you bicker about the movie you want to pick originally. it turns out that jotaro is very picky about what he watches. it can’t be too cheesy and predicable, but it’s also can’t be too confusing and hard for him to understand. you end up settling for Beetlejuice. the plot seems interesting enough and jotaro doesn’t seem to have too much of a problem with how it looks. though, you’re a bit wary about him actually enjoying it. there’s not much point if one of you isn’t enjoying the movie, right?

however, after you get your popcorn and drinks and settle into your seats, you realize that this movie is actually right uo his ally. it’s very entertaining for him, as he seems to chuckle at some of the scenes. at least he’s interested in it. depending on if you’re interested in the movie or not, you’d either watch jotaro’s facial expressions, or you would focus on the movie in front of you. either way, the cast of characters is interesting enough.

once you leave the movie, you’re very pleasantly surprised that he isn’t upset about anything. maybe it’s because he enjoyed spending time with you? that’s just a maybe, you can’t read him sometimes. though, he does allow for you to grab onto his hand and pull him towards a different direction in the mall.

there’s all sorts of things that you’d like to make the serious looking man try. especially cute things that would normally never go with his aesthetics. however, the more you mess with him, the more enjoyment you get out of it. of course, it’s embarrassing for him, but he’ll put up with it for your sake. he doesn’t want to admit it and would most likely never tell you it, but he does like the sound of your laugh. he also finds you cute, so that’s the main reasons why he puts up with so many of your antics.

you try on some of your own outfits yourself, whatever you feel the most comfortable in. jotaro would find you to be beautiful no matter what you wore. even if it were something that wouldn’t look good on most other people, it seems to fit you well. he subtly points it out. if it flies over your head, you just smile and nod and try on another outfit. however, if you notice his attempt at flirting, you try to awkwardly flirt back. it ends up backfiring and you’re both red in the face. awkwardly, you end up moving on to a different outfit anyway.

by the end of your closet disaster adventures, it’s about time you get something to eat. so, you head to the mall’s food court. all the food that you could ever imagine is there. so many different small restaurants are there, so you decide to pick out your favorites. depending on what your favorites exactly are, you could end up sharing some with your boyfriend. he’s willing to try something if you offer it to him, but he’ll say his opinion on something his doesn’t like. most likely, he’d bound to end up with his own larger meal. after all, he’s a very tall and muscular man. he needs to eat lots!

after you both eat your meals and laugh amongst each other, you decide to walk throughout the mall some more. there, you find an arcade. it’s not like you’ve been out in a while, neither had jotaro. so you both decide to check out what’s in there. you’ve been in there once or twice, just to play some games when you’re bored. jotaro doesn’t really care for these sort of things, so he hasn’t been in there. you end up playing a bunch of games with him, all the way from space invaders to pac-man. there’s a bunch of games that you two play. you make sure to get the most of out them and play as many games as you reasonably can. you also end up teaching jotaro about the games. at least he understands some of it, but you don’t really think that he gets most of them, as you end up winning most of them. he also seems genuinely confused about some of the controls.

there’s also a claw machine there! you end up seeing some sea creature based plushies there. you remember just how much jotaro loves marine biology, so wouldn’t it be cute for him to be holding one of those things? they have very cartoonish faces as well. it’s absolutely perfect! you wait for him to be busy with another game while you win it for him. you easily get it (since these aren’t rigged like they are in today’s world) and end up gifting it to jotaro. at first, he wants to reject it, but since it’s valentine’s day, he might as well accept it. he does his signature tilt of his hat, but it’s mostly out of embarrassment. it’s a dolphin plushie and it’s very adorable! you both decide to name the little guy together. whatever you decided to name him is up to you.

then, after the arcade, you finally decide to leave the mall and take a walk outside. it’s a bit cold since it’s february, but you don’t mind it all too much. it gives you an excuse to huddle closer to jotaro. he isn’t too upset about it, luckily. you continue to walk home in silence, which isn’t too bad. you get to properly space out after a while of being focused. it’s very nice, especially when you get to stare out into nature. jotaro makes sure to hold your hand, even when you’re both embarrassed about it.

once you get to the outside of your house, you make sure to give him a small hug. jotaro isn’t expecting it, but blushes immensely when it does happen. you thank him for such a nice day out and for him to have a nice rest of his valentine’s day. of course, now he feels like he has to return the favor. so, he musters up whatever amounts of affection he can and leans down to hug you as well. it’s very intimate, especially for how non-affectionate he is. it’s a nice change of pace for once, however. though, it’s funny, how it feels nothing like his usual personality.

he says nothing as he leaves, but he’s very grateful for the time that you two spent together. he also hopes that you two have a nice future ahead in your relationship. maybe you two could go on more dates like that? it’s a very nice thought to him.

you end up seeing an artist, one who’s painting people for a bit cheaper. the art looks great, in all honesty. plus, giorno seems to like the idea of having you two painted together in a picture. once you get into a weird, yet nice pose, you start getting yourselves painted. it takes a while, which is why it was suggested to sit down. now you and giorno are finding out why you were supposed to sit down. it’s a bit tiring, even for someone who’s as fit as your boyfriend. when the painting’s done, it looks beautiful. you two want to hang it up at home, which leads giorno paying the man a generous amount. the artist thanks you and off you two are once again.

josuke ;

josuke is very happy that valentine’s is coming around. he’s always dreamed of having a date for one. now is his chance to impress you with a nice date! like jonathan, he takes a little while to prepare his date with you. of course, he wants everything to go smoothly and fine. he wants to take you on one of the best dates you’ve ever had, though, you already have that with all of his dates. he wants you to have tons of fun on the date.

he first takes you to a café, where you two talk about all the adventures you had before. there were so many adventures that you could recall, but you also mentioned when josuke had asked you out. it was adorable, the way he nervously gave you a present and asked you out. though, he seemed to find it embarrassing, even now. the way his fave flushes at the memory makes you want to tease him lightly, but it’s also very cute. you end up getting a drink, depending on your tastes, it could be either coffee or tea. josuke would stick to his normal order of coffee. you also order a nice bread snack that you both share. it had a nice, sweet filling in the middle. perfect for date that you were having.

after a while of chatting and finishing your drinks, you end up paying for it, despite what josuke says. you know that he’s probably saving up for something that he wants, so you don’t mind paying for your little treat.

afterwards, you both start to discuss what to do next. he hadn’t planned much for after that small date. josuke ends up having an idea to hopefully catch his friends and spend a few hours with them before going over to his house. it sounds like a good plan to you, plus, you still have gifts that you want to give to your friends. so, you start walking around morioh, looking for your friends.

you eventually find them, all one by one. first, you end up finding okuyasu. he seems to be a bit down, not having a date. he complains about it, which compels both you and josuke to invite him to hang out with you two. he, of course, accepts the invitation and brightens up instantly. next, you two catch koichi and yukako having their len date. you end up talking to them, asking if they would like to tag along. yukako doesn’t really seem up for the idea, but koichi totally is, so she ends up just following him. you then catch shegechi, asking the young boy if he has anyone he’s thinking about to give a valentine and he says that he was just going to give his love to all of his friends. it’s very sweet to you, so you hug him and ask him if he wants to come along. he’s very excited to do so!

then, there’s rohan. rohan’s a different case. you aren’t sure if josuke really would like him there, but you’re somewhat friends with the man. it would only be fair if you at least tried to invite him. plus, you know he would be holed up in his house, so your little group walks to his house. yukako and josuke both express that you shouldn’t be doing this, but okuyasu doesn’t mind. koichi thinks that it’s a good idea to be getting rohan out of his house! so, you end up at his front door, knocking away. he pretends that he isn’t home, of course, but you can see right through that act. you don’t leave him alone, however, so you do whatever you would do in a situation like that. eventually, rohan opens the door, irritated. you even have a small present for him. just a small, store-bought set of chocolates. you hand it to him and he’s genuinely surprised that you gave him something. you had already given your gifts to your friends as well, so it was the least you could do. asking him to come, he’s very debateful of it, but ends up coming anyway.

things are a bit tense with the mangaka around, especially with josuke there. he’s a bit more protective over you than usual, lingering very close to your side and holding your hand tightly. it’s not in a creepy way, though. he makes sure to give you enough space. though, you can’t help but want to comfort him. so, you give your bits of affection in ways that you know how. depending on what you give him tos how your affection towards him, he would either give you the same amount back, or blush and stutter. once again, it’s very cute all the same.

dwang gang + friends end up going to the local mall for some shopping. you end up going all around with your boyfriend, looking in stores. there’s cute things that you could see him wearing, but you don’t want to embarrass him too much, so you just suggest the idea to him. he also ends up going with you into a make-up store, where you ask one of the workers to try and give josuke a nice, badazzled make-over. his face is proceeded to be covered in purple sparkles and glitter. though, it is a very cute look on him. it also costs money, but it’s very worth it. you even end up getting some matching make-up done to yourself! now you two look like a real cheesy couple on valentine’s day. at least it’s a very fun concept to try out. it’s very nice to see josuke having fun with you for once.

you also end up getting lunch at the mall, which is just something simple. this time, josuke pays for a shared meal. it’s a nice meal and it tastes great! the others will mention the matching make-up, which leads you and josuke to come up with a fun little pose together. you end up making the group laugh, which makes you laugh as well. josuke likes hearing you laugh.

after eating, you also find a photobooth! josuke decides that he wants one set of pictures with his friends and one with just you, so before it’s the couples turn, you practically have to have every squish into one booth. it’s very crowded, with the amount of people inside a tiny space, but you end up making it work. the pictures end up coming out fine as well! then, it’s your turn to take a picture with your boyfriend. you both take some silly and actually romantic poses, one where you even press a cheek kiss to him. he gives one back in the last photo. that one’s definitely one of your favorites.

after that, you end up saying goodbye to your friends and head back to josuke’s house to end the date with some video games. it’s something that you both enjoy. when you get to his house, you’re properly introduced to ms.higashikata as his significant other. tomoko is very nice to you, even saying that if her son says or does something stupid to tell her right away. it embarrassed josuke, but you end up having a good laugh. once he manages to shoo her away, you head to his room.

leaving the door opened so that she doesn’t think other things are going on, you start to set up the video game console. you both pick out some video games that seem fun to play, specifically some nintendo games. it’s very fun to play together, and you even have challenges against each other. it makes you laugh, which is all josuke could ever hope for. he ends up winning some, while you end up winning others. all and all, you two managed to have a very successful date! josuke is very proud of that fact. it almost seems like he’ll take that fact to his grave.

when you have to go back home, josuke makes sure to give you his gifts. one of them is a small tomogachi that you like! you’ve always wanted to have one, now’s your real chance to get one. josuke shows you how to play with it, as well as take care of the digital pet. he also gives you a nice flower crown that he made from the flowers he bought. he had to ask his mom how to make it, but it looks very beautiful on you. you let him put it on your head, which ends up in the both of you smiling brightly. lastly, he gives you some chocolates. it’s a cute assortment and you’ll have to savor it over time! don’t eat it all in one sitting!

giorno ;

like his father (jonathan), he’ll want to absolutely make sure it’s one of the best days of your life. he’ll also want to spoil you on the special occasion. but he also knows that you would probably prefer it if you weren’t around the many riches that you two are often surrounded by. though, he would still like to buy you expensive gifts.

he ends up giving mista time off. after all, he doesn’t need a body guard, really. he’s very powerful by himself. plus, if he really needs it, you’re there by his side. regardless of if you have a stand or not, you’ll probably want to help out in a fight as best as you can. though, he’s taken special measures to ensure that an attack wouldn’t happen. at least, he hopes that things will go relatively well.

you also live together in the same house, as it would be much easier that way. he doesn’t want anyone harming you in any way. he would make sure you’re safe, but also give you the space that you wanted/needed. he even gives you your own room where you’re free to do as you’d like.

when he starts the day, he presents you with a beautiful outfit to wear. it’s custom-made as well. you absolutely love the details that it has. even if you don’t really like the luxurious life as much, you still can appreciate something that must have taken a considerable amount of time to craft. you put the outfit on and thank giorno with a kiss to his cheek. once you’re in the outfit, he helps you do your hair, if you’d allow him. he would compliment you, as well.

after you two were ready for your day out, you would head out towards the shops. you took a car to get near the area, but walked afterwards. people all around you seemed to be decorated and dressed for the event as well. you were pretty excited to be able to spend the day with your wonderful boyfriend.

the first stop you would visit would most likely be a flower shop. there, giorno would be able to pick out flowers for you. you seemed to really like the flowers. how they smelt, the vibrant colors, everything. you really liked everything about it. so, of course giorno had to take you to a flower shop. there, he let you explore around the place, as well as look around himself. while you’re busy looking at all the flowers, he’s trying to pick out some that he thinks would suit you the best. maybe something purple? or something red? he’s usually good at picking out colors that match, but everything you usually wear matches you. eventually, he settles for a red rose. you end up getting a nice, white calla lily that would match giorno well. when you show each other the flowers, you both laugh at your ideas, finding them to be very ironic. he ends up paying for the flowers, and you two are on your way.

next stop, an ice cream shop. if you’re dating someone like him, then of course you’re going to get ice cream on valentine’s day. you always got gelato anyway, even on non-special occasions but sharing ice cream with him seemed fun. it took a little while of deciding on what you wanted (mainly from giorno’s part), but you eventually settled on getting a banana split. once you two sat down on a nearby bench, you both started to enjoy the sundae. of course, giorno’s sharp eyes just so happened to catch some kids playing nearby. they were holding some money in their hands. listening closer to their conversation, you could tell that they were debating on buying ice cream for them.

giorno, bless his kind soul, ends up going up to them. you’d advise against this, but they seem too young to really think anything of it. you don’t know much of their conversation, but the kids eyes’ seem to light up and giorno hands them some more money he had in his pockets. maybe he was handing them more money to teach them to be kind? who knows, but you can tell that giorno feels some sort of sense of pride in what he did. he ends up coming back to tell you about what the kids said and did while finishing up the ice cream with you.

after that whole fiasco, you decide to just take a walk around town. you really have no idea where you’re going, but giorno doesn’t mind. it’s just as long as you’re having fun together, that’s all he’s concerned about at the moment. you both end up talking about how you even started dating. it was a wild adventure, which lead to giorno asking you out. it was very cute and wholesome, the way he asked you out. besides, you wouldn’t have been able to say no, even if you wanted to. it was just cute to say no to!

after the painting experience, you end up running around town, looking for something to do. finally, you find yourselves near a doc. you figure that riding a boat together wouldn’t be so bad, so you pay someone to row the two of you across naples. the entire town is also decorated for valentine’s day, you also see other couples sailing on their own gondolas, exploring the beautiful city for themselves. the guide explains things to you, though, you already know most of the areas in the city by now. there are a few places that you didn’t know of, however. those are the interesting bits in your gondola ride.

after you get back to where you first docked, you get off the gondola. once off and ready to go, giorno takes you to a very romantic place. a very expensive restaurant. it’s packed full of people, but you managed to get one of the best spots available. it’s next to the window, where you can look out onto the city and into the ocean. the view is magnificent and so beautiful, you just want to stare outside all night. however, you eventually settle down and start ordering your food. you decide to go for something simple, while giorno gets a linguine all'aragosta o all'astice, a very expensive italian dish.

once the food comes, you’re very surprised about how fancy everything looks. you’re wide eyed, really. everything settled in front of you looks stunningly delicious. giorno laughs at your shocked face, which you end up laughing at as well. after that, you eat. it tastes even better than it looks! your boyfriend lets you try some of his meal as well and even that’s great. maybe this restaurant is really a good place to eat at. though, it is a bit expensive and pretentious for your tastes. you’d rather be somewhere a bit subtler, so would giorno.

you talk about how wonderful your date is. everything was perfect, from the beginning of the day where you got ready, all the way up to now. giorno acts confident, saying that he knew it was what you wanted, but you can tell that he was probably at least a little bit nervous. you’re not very used to being this pampered. you reassure him that everything was even more than you initially expected.

by the end of dinner, you teo decide to go home and get some rest. after all, you’ve been out all day. giorno makes sure to give you his presents. he gives you many accessories and jewelry, explaining how each one of them reminds you of him. he also tells you how much he loves you.

jolyne ;

jolyne isn’t too bothered about the idea of valentine’s day, but she she is excited about is getting to spend time with you. she texts you in the very early hours of morning to get ready for the beach. you wonder why she’s waking you up so early to go to the beach, but then again, she’s just like that all the time. of course, you get ready and meet her (secretly) outside of her house.

once you meet up, she takes her dad’s (or mr.kujo, as you call him) car and drive to the beach. does the girl even know how to drive? well, regardless, she’s driving. and she’s pretty good at it as well. the mini road trip you have consists of you listening to jolyne sing while you laugh along. who knows, maybe you sing as well!

along the way, you two stop at a gas station to get snacks for the day. a large bag of chips and some other goodies should be good enough for the day, plus, you’re probably going out to eat for dinner as well.

when you get to the beach, the sun’s just starting to rise. you find it pretty nice, watching the sunrise with your precious girlfriend. she seems to be pleased with it as well, moving her arm slyly to hug onto you as you look up at the sun. smiling back at her, you end up getting everything set. towels laid down on the sand, putting sunscreen on, everything.

you both head towards the water, making sure that your bags are being watched closely by at least one of you. though, at this time, there’s not much to worry about but the coldness of the water. it’s starting to get hotter, there in florida, so coming to the beach must have been a great idea.

playing around in the water, you end up splashing each other, because that’s really what ends up happening when you’re hanging out with her. you both end up laughing and falling in the water together. at least, near the shore everything is fine.

if you don’t know how to swim, then she would try to teach you how to! he best way to learn is if you have someone helping you out. plus, it’s always cute when you practice whatever you learned from her. she’s holding onto you the entire time. you just have to trust her, is all.

if you do know how to swim , she’ll probably want to race you to a certain point, then back at the shore. regardless of who actually wins, she’ll still be happy about it. at least she gets to spend time with you. you’re also grateful for the time you spend with her.

after you swim for an hour or two, you head back up to shore to make sand castles. it’s childish, yes, but you haven’t done it in a long time. you two also have a competition for sand castle building. actually, almost everything you two is competitive, but you never really get discouraged by the loss. building epic sand castles is better than really caring about winning or losing, anyway. in the end, you figure out that pretty much not your sand castles suck. the sand isn’t really the best for sculpting, but at least you two tried and had fun. you both end up kicking them down and laughing about it after.

after that, you start to bring out the snacks that you two bought earlier. it’s not the best of snacks, considering it comes from the gas station, but it’s the best you could have thought of. eating the snacks regularly becomes boring after a little while, so you bot decide to turn it into a game of “who can toss snacks into the other’s mouth more?” it’s a very fun game, nonetheless. plus, at least you’re eating!

soon after the snacks are over, you head back into the water for some more fun. plus, it’s probably time to get wet again. after being on the sand for so long, your skin is pretty much dry. it’s not as cold as when you first got in, but it’s still decently cold. you start to get in slow, but jolyne has other plans. she ends up jumping in and splashing you with water, causing a water fight.

for most of the rest of the day, you’re alternating between sitting in the sand for breaks, eating snacks, and actually swimming. overall, you have a pretty fun time at the beach! you even watch the sunset together, sitting on the sand and holding hands. you secretly hope that no one is judging the two of you, but jolyne would scare anyone off who even tried to judge.

after the sun completely sets, but there’s still a little bit of light out, you two pack up and start to leave. you end up driving back and singing songs once again. it’s a little less energetic, but you two manage. when you stop singing, you end up holding hands with jolyne whole she drives. for a second, it makes you wonder how life would be if you didn’t have her by your side, but you don’t want to think too deep into that today. so, you keep with the happy thoughts and are just thankful that she’s in your life right now.

jolyne takes you to a burger joint, one that’s local to the part of florida you’re in. you haven’t been there before and neither has your girlfriend. so, you have to really look at the menu and decide what you want. eventually, you end up getting two simple burgers. when they come to the table, it smells good. it’s really delicious too! you put ketchup on yours, while jolyne tries to see if she can make it a cursed burger by finding something gross to put on it. it turns out that there really isn’t anything too gross to put on a burger, so you end up working with what you have. it turns out to be actually good.

you two share some ice cream and fries together, dipping them in and generally just messing around. from an outside perspective, it just seems like two kids having fun. your relationship is not very out there, as you would like to keep it at least a bit subtle to people around you. it’s not too noticeable, but it’s also not too much.

by the end of the date, you’re very tired, but you also had tons of fun. jolyne always makes sure to keep you happy, you can count on her for that much. you, of course, think that she did a fantastic job at keeping the both of you happy. though, as you’re leaving the restaurant and driving back home, you can sort of see how tired she is. you feel a little guilty for making her so tired out, but she says that she’s happy to do this for you.

you never really imagined her to be the type to be cheesy, but as you’re driving back home, she ends up taking your hand and kisses your knuckles, smiling softly against your skin. of course, these actions make you red in the cheeks, feeling your heartbeat pound faster and faster against your chest. she makes sure to tell you that she loves you and wouldn’t trade you for the world. you say the same to her, as you really do feel that way. you both want each other to know just how loved you are.

when you’re finally back home, mr.kujo is immediately there to wonder where his daughter and you went. jolyne lies to him about the date part, but you can see it im his eyes that he understands what went on. however, he also understands that she’s responsible enough to be making her own decisions, so he decides not to bother you. plus, you seem to be on the msn’s good side.

when you’re up in her room for a while, you end up giving her a cheek kiss and stroke her hair, telling her how much you love her. at first, she’s a bit taken aback. she isn’t really used to you initiating these kind and soft actions, but she leans into your touch, affectionate as always.

when you have to leave, you kiss her forehead and tell her to have a good night. walking downstairs is simple, but you can feel mr. kujo’s eyes watching your back, silently judging you. maybe he’s haunting you now? whatever, you were pooped. you might as well pass out when you get home and shower, right?