#mayor lee

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currently picking up where i left off on mentopolis and mayor leon logic/frank freeze has my entire heart

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ML Season 6 Wish Fulfillment Outline

This is never going to happen but its what I want to happen, so here's the gist:

Starts in media res like the first season, Akuma are causing trouble on Lila's behalf but are being easily handled by the team.

But if you look closely you can see a Red Akuma flittering in the background sometimes that fuses with the person post purification.

Marinette's life is basically perfect, old friends and new a boyfriend, no school bullies, its great.

We see that Lila's new identity has managed to weave her way into Marinette, Adrien, Kagami & Felix's circle.

When we see Lila operating its obvious she has an accomplice who is powering her up as Nathalie once did Gabriel for Heroes Day.

This person is Chloe, seemingly being controlled via the Amok-Bracelet from season one & described as "empty" by Lila.

Things start going off the wheels however when Lila 'finds out' about Kagami's Amok & questions if she really knows she loves Felix or not.

Kagami finds out that while Felix never commanded her to love him, he did make it so she had a rose tinted view of him. He offered to let her do the same to him. She Akumatized & thrashed him, causing his Miraculous to be taken.

To his nominal credit, Felix does accept he did a terrible thing and refuses to Akumatize over it to 'get his happy ending. This causes Marinette to realize that she can't keep hiding things from Adrien and reveals the truth.

Suffice to say, lots of drama, they are on break at best, Marinette does Akumatize but pulls out of it as she keeps getting flashes of stuff she feels bad about that undermines her sense of anger.

Lila delights in the suffering & its revealed she is actually Chameleon. Basically, Hawk Moth harassed her dreams with Akuma to prime her for Heroes Day but it led to an Akuma being born inside her that took over, now it wants god hood.

This is also where we find out, Chloe was the one who broke the Peacock when Audrey made her. Thank you @generalluxun which is also why her Amok doesn't let one command her, but merely makes her easier to Akumatize if one has it. Lila briefly freaks out but determines she & Kgamai who is now under her thrall, are 'empty. We see a gold & red Akuma vanish into her back.

Things continue to progress with escelating Kuma & Sentimonster attacks & also Adrien prodding into various bits of his life that confuse him.

He & Marinette are secretly attending therapy sessions, but the camera makes it seem like they are always alone rather than sometimes.

This includes finding out Jean cannot find where Chloe lives to send Mr Cuddles & Jean musing on caring more about her than either of her parents did given their Akuma to Zoe after she & Andre have their first fight from her acting overshadowing his film making skill.

We also find out after an Anance battle that Kim is indeed afraid of spiders & even Marinette has no idea what the hell the spider prank is about. Lila muses that was something she orchestrated in secret to further isolate Chloe & only she & Adrien had even been in that pool.

This is when the cast start putting together someone very deft is pulling the strings and there is likely more going on, putting Chameleon on the clock.

We see gold & red Akuma link with Caline, Jean, Sabrina, Felix, Marinette & Adrien in secret. Also Adrien via Plagg maybe discovering Chloe & Kagami have been captured in his own investigation, & while they get away its an important reveal.

Everything comes to ahead when Lila plans to reveal Marinette's lies about Gabriel to the whole world... & gets beaten to the punch by Ladybug telling the truth.

There's still enough anger to utilize but its not what she wanted, especially as hating Marinette/Ladybug is what keeps the Akuma going & without it she'll fade.

Lots of big battles with lots of Akuma & those with red & gold reveal themselves as basically harboring parts of Chloe & Kagami's psyche that are rebelling against Lila & want to help.

A big show of Marinette's growth is that she both trusts them and is willing to make a group plan, with a lot of emphasis placed on Adrien's contributions to the plan.

Especially as it involved him becoming Chat Blanc and attacking Ladybug to distract Lila & make her feel she's won. Though Rena is on back up with illusions.

An Akumatized & transformed Sabrina breaks into Chameleon's base with Lila's mothers when it seems like she's won & the Mega-Akuma activates, letting Lila split herself from Chameleon who is them protected by Nino.

We see the mothers searching for Lila in background scenes throughout the season.

Chameleon makes a last gasp attempt for the Miraculous, but the illusions drop & she gets sucker punched with Cataclysm the thousand butterflies that made her up being purified by a Mega Miracle Cure.

The final episode is basically falling action showing the next year taking place, covering stuff like:

Marinette & Adrien's therapy sessions & the emphasis on the idea of being happy on one's own terms over someone else's.

The Kwami all spoiling their finally returned siblings as well as a subtly resolution with Chloe & Pollen.

New shows demonstrating how Hawk Moth manipulated the likes of Chloe & Lila to help sway public opinion.

Lila re-integrating into society.

The rich kids with shitty parents divorcing them to thunderous applause.

Jean taking over the hotel.

Marinette & Chloe's resolution, with Chloe conceding it wasn't the other girls job to salvage her & Marinette saying she has a better idea of how someone could choose to do things they know are bad for love.

A lot of minor fun things showing emerging dynamics like study and gaming sessions ETC.

Finally it caps off in the park where the statue of Gabriel has been replaced by a giant glowing dance floor. XY, Nino, Jagged Stone & Kitty Section are performing at the first annual Kwami Family Reunion Celebration.

We see more stuff, like Chloe & Kagami seemingly being together & talking with Juleka. Zoe and Lila dancing to the music. Kwami celebrating and chilling with people. Felix & Sabrina engaging in a spirited debate. The Guardian Monks doing a choreographed dance.

Then cap off with Marinette & Adrien taking five away from the party to talk and decide to give it another go. No secret identities, no secrets and not no surprises as both reveal a present for the other.

& that's how I'd handle that!

[symfloraphilia]

Realizing that we see the characters all gravitate towards the same locations the moment Jason Lee appears. He's like an evil gravitational center and all the characters have been spinning in his direction since day 1 without knowing it.

[milimeters-morales]

Miles bats his eyelashes after asking Ganke a normal question and Ganke dies repeatedly in a game for the next 30 minutes. Ganke does the same thing to Miles and every nearby computer bluescreens. Both of them deny these events happening.

[abbatoirablaze]

Good Girls Grown Up

Word Count:  4.3k

Note: This takes place approximately three years before the current timeline of Ex Wive's Club

Warnings:  anxiety, feelings of not being a good enough pairing, slight angst, insecurities, soft! Lee (because that is a warning), bullying, mentions of an unwanted child, angst in children, gaslighting. 

“Mayor Bodecker, what do you think you are doing?” she whispered softly as her husband’s nimble fingers worked their way sinfully inside of her sleep shorts.  Lee hummed thoughtfully, pressing his erection against his wife’s backside.  His fingers dipped inside of her, and she moaned.  Her eyes flickered closed and her core clenched around the familiar digits, “Lee…oh, fuck…”

“Such improper language for the first lady of our little town.”

She giggled as he nipped along her neck.  Instinctively she bucked her hips against her husband’s hand, his calloused palm dragging deliciously against her clit.  Lee’s own hips pressed forward once more as he was filled with need for her, “Lee…oh, Lee…who cares about language…”

“You’re right,” he agreed thoughtfully.  She whimpered when his fingers pulled out of her, and his hands worked needily on her sleep shorts.  She was quick to stop him, and he frowned.  She turned her head ever so slightly so that she saw him in her peripherals.  He wore a nervous look, “what’s wrong, Em?”

“Lee…the kids…” she sighed, “it’s Easter…they’re bound to barge in…and the triplets…”

Lee looked over to the extra-large bassinet, where his three youngest babies were sleeping soundly.  He sighed to himself, “you know that ‘he’ misses being inside of you, sweet pea…”

“Lee, we have nine little babies now…not six…and four of them have the ability to barge in without their siblings carrying them.”

“Just one taste,” Lee all but begged, his nose gently touching that of his wife’s.  She turned around in his arms, giggling at him.  He frowned a little bit more and she wrapped her arms around his neck, “c’mon sweet pea…we’ve done this since we moved here…I taste you before we start our festivities…it sets my whole day right!”

“Your insatiable nature is the reason we have nine children, mayor!” she teased.

“Oh, it’s not for lack of trying, sweet pea,” Lee smiled, wrapping his arms around his wife, “if you’d let me as much as I wanted to, we’d easily have double the number.”

“Lee Bodecker!” she squealed. 

Lee smiled, “c’mon sugar…there was a time when you were the same…I remember  quite frequently when we were freshly married, you were askin’ for my Bodecker baby juice all the time…”

A new blush rose to her cheeks and Lee shot her a flirtatious wink, “oh I still do want it…but I think we need to seriously consider you getting snipped first…”

She watched the color drain from his face, “snipped?”

“Lee, we have nine babies…”

“What happened to double digits, Mrs. Bodecker?”

“Nine children happened!” she sighed, admitting it aloud, “I don’t know how you’re in your 40’s and manage to keep up with them.  I’m only in my 20’s and they leave me exhausted every night…”

“You want me to hire a nanny to help you out?” Lee asked, a concerned tone taking hold of his voice, “sweet pea…I cou-“

“I’m not saying that, Lee,” she said quickly, cutting him off, “I just-“

“Sweet pea…I don’t want you feeling like you are run ragged by the babies…we got more than enough money to be hiring help!” Lee offered.   He watched how silent he was for a moment, and in that instant he knew that there was a bit more to how she was feeling. 

He started piecing together all the little hints. 

They hadn’t been having as much sex. 

She was less flirty, and always talking about being exhausted. 

Sometimes he’d get home late and she’d already be passed out in bed, the children tucked away. 

Lee waited patiently, “baby…talk to me…just say the word and we’ll do it.”

Em bit her lip, “you wouldn’t be mad?”

Lee felt his heart ache.  He held his wife a little bit closer and reached up to tip her chin up so that she was looking directly at him, “why would I be mad, sweet pea?  We have nine amazing babies together…you gave me that amazing gift!  Hell, you agreed to marry me and let me make nine sweet, beautiful babies with you.  Let me do this for you, baby…”

“I think I need help, Lee…” she admitted with a nod.  Lee nodded in response and wrapped his arms around her.

“We’ll hire some help, baby….and I-I’ll look into a vasectomy.”

“I-I don’t want to go to school today…”

Jake frowned, looking down at Evie as he served up the pancakes and French toast he’d made for the kids.  His youngest two seemed oblivious to the tension in the room as they munched on their breakfast, but Jake and his eldest son were tuned into Evie’s distress, “why not, Eve?”

“I just don’t want to go!” she muttered, poking at her food, “can I stay home today?  I-I think I need to stay home.  My tummy hurts!”  

“Look, kiddo…we talk about our feelings in this household…you know that!  If you’re feeling sick, we’ll make a doctor’s appointment and get it figured out, but that’s not what it sounds like.  So do you want to talk about it?  If not, we’re going to school today!” Jake said firmly as he placed the pan back on the stove.  When she didn’t respond he put the spatula down and turned around, speaking into the Bluetooth in his ear, where his team was going over the groundwork for a mission, “Clay…pooch, I’m going to have to call you guys back…”

He tapped the side of his Bluetooth without waiting for a response, and then looked to his adopted daughter, “you going to tell me what’s going on, Evie, or do I have to play twenty questions?”

Her jaw tensed momentarily, and her eyes glistened.  She looked to Tyler and he went to speak but she ran away from the table.  Jake looked between his sons and daughter.  Layla and Jacob shrugged, the three and four year old not entirely sure what was going on, while the second grader Tyler bit his lip and looked away from his father.  Jake watched his son’s actions, and he sighed when the little boy refused to make eye contact with him. 

“Tyler…”

“Evie asked Michael to play with her at recess yesterday…and they kissed underneath the slide…”

He fought off the instinctive protective urge that made him want to smack the young Barber boy silly in lieu of hearing the rest of what his son had to say.  He waited, but Tyler remained silent.  Jake’s brow furrowed, “and…”

“Some of the other kids said that Michael only kissed her because he felt bad for her,” he admitted, still biting his lip as he told his father the story, “Evie got sad when they asked why he’d feel bad for her…”

“What did they say, Tyler?”

“That Michael only did it because he feels bad that Evie’s real mom didn’t want her…” he said quickly, “that you and mom only took her in because her mom was going to throw her away!  They started calling her a garbage baby.”

Jake looked down the hall, heartbroken over what his son had just told him.  They’d had a long journey fighting for Evie, and she was wanted amongst the Jenson clan more than anything, “you know that’s not true, right Tyler?”  

“Of course I know that!” he said as though it were the most obvious piece of information he ever heard, “I told Evie that we love her and that she should tell you and mom, but she said no…she tried to talk to Michael and he wouldn’t even look at her.”

Jake’s jaw tensed, “that little shit…”

“Dad…am I in trouble?”

“No bud,” Jake said with a shake of his head.  He reached over and messed with his son’s hair, “you aren’t in trouble.”

“I pushed Michael when he ran away from Evie…”

“I’ll be right back,” Jake said quickly, disregarding the claim that his son made, “you did good in protecting your sister…do me a favor and make sure Layla and Jacob eat breakfast!”

“Okay daddy…”

Jake rushed out of the kitchen and down the hall to where Evie’s room was.  His heart ached as he heard the little girl crying from the other side of the door.  But before he could so much as speak when he burst through the door, he saw that his wife already was there sitting on the bed, with Evie  sitting on her lap and sobbing against her chest.

“It’s okay, Evie,” Maddie sighed, gently smoothing down her half-sister’s hair, “don’t listen to those mean kids at school…”

“They said my real mommy didn’t want me!  They called me a garbage baby,” she sobbed, “and Michael went along with it.  Michael is my boyfriend!  And he didn’t stand up for me.”

“Well I’m going to talk to Sasha and Andy after I drop you off at school-“

“Mommy no!”

“Baby…that’s not right,” she sighed, looking into her half-sisters chocolate orbs, “no one should say that.  And if Michael really was your boyfriend he would have stood up for you.  You said Tyler stood up for you, right?”

“Uh-huh…”

“People that love you will always stick up for you, baby!”  

“But my real mommy didn’t want me!” she argued, “no one wants me…you and daddy just feel bad for me!”

“Don’t you ever say that again!” Maddie said firmly, holding the little girl at arm’s length.  Maddie’s tears reflected Evie’s and both of them refused to move a muscle, “I don’t want you to ever say that again…”

“But it’s true!”

“I want you!” Maddie said quickly, a tear streaming down her cheek, “I want you so desperately to be part of the family Evie…our mother  was a mean woman…but I wanted you so badly.  I fought for you!”

“We fought for you!” Jake agreed from the door. 

Both Evie and Maddie looked teary eyed at Jake.  Jake felt like his throat was closing up, seeing two of his girls in so much pain, but he pushed himself further into the room.  He dropped to his knees, “Evie…Maddie and I want you…Maddie and I adopted you when we got you here…remember?”

The little girl nodded, tears spilling down her cheeks. 

But the trio was shocked when they heard another voice from the door.

“We want you too, Evie!” Tyler proclaimed, “You’re my big sister…you’re all of our big sister…”

“Sissy!” the three-year-old Jacob chirped.  Layla nodded in agreement, rocking back and forth on her feet.

“We love you, sissy!”

Evie sniffled and Jake led the charge, wrapping his arms around both Maddie and her.  The Jensen babies were quick to join in and they all began to reaffirm the love that they held for Evie.  Maddie sniffled and Jake’s eyes caught hers.

‘I love you!’ she mouthed. 

And Jake tearily smiled, wondering how his life managed to go so right.

“Hey…”

Cami looked up from her desk, surprised to see Sam standing there with kindergarteners Jamie and Stephanie, and his own four-year-old daughter, Kaya.  She bit her lip, unable to hold back the smile from her lips, “well hey there guys…what are you doing here?”

“A few of the guys were working on some new prototypes for the wings on my suit…”he said with a shrug, “picked the girls up, and was going to take them down to the tech lab since the daycare closed down for the day…”

“Again?”

“Your newborn brother can be thanked for that…” he said while holding back a chuckle.  Cami frowned, nervous to ask.  Sam bit his lip, “apparently one of the women was playing with him, and he wouldn’t let go of her finger…”

“Oh no…”

“He snapped it!”

Cami gasped, “No.”

“Was pretty funny watching Buck come and get him…” Sam admitted, “but it’s better than Mel coming down.  You know she would have made those poor girls feel bad for it.  Your dad just looks sad when he tries to fight over it.”

“Oh god…is he arguing with them again?”

“Baby, it’s the second time James injured one of the workers…”

“He’s a serum baby…they know that they’re supposed to not stick their hands in his face,” she sighed, “he’s got super strength.  I mean, Jamie and Stephanie are a lot more mild-mannered than him, and me and Steve were there a lot more…I mean, he cut down on the missions he took, and I didn’t work for a while when I had them…mom is a counselor with those groups and dad’s never slowed down.  James is bored!  Of course he’ll break bones and test waters if someone allows him to.”

“Doesn’t do that to your mom!”

“Mom does have a way with Barnes boys…” she laughed to herself, “she puts them in their place, and quick!”

“Mommy come with us!” Jamie begged, interrupting the adult conversation.

Stephanie and Kaya agreed, “Come down to play with us!”

“Mommy’s busy babies…I have a lot of work I need to do!”

“Please!” Kaya asked, running up to Cami’s desk, “we wanna show you a card we made…we made cards!”

“A card?”

Sam nodded, pulling the attention away from the girls, “they made you and Nia a card because mother’s day was coming up next month…”

“You girls made us cards?”

The girls giggled, excitedly nodding along.  A chorus of squeals met her ears, “and I have to come down with you guys?”

“Uh huh!”

“YEAH!”

“Come with us, mommy!”

“See my mommy?”

“Yes, Kaya, we can stop at the medical ward and see your mommy too!” she agreed, lifting the young Wilson girl up, “after we drop daddy off to go play with his wings, we can see mommy Nia!”   

“Daddy us uppies too?”

Sam smiled, lifting Jamie up first, only to pass her off to Cami, who balanced her on the other hip, and then he turned to Stephanie who was giddly awaiting to be picked up by him.

“Uppies!” Stephanie giggled.

“Yeah, yeah!” Sam smiled, lifting her up, “now you three are stuck with us!”

“YAY!” Kaya giggled.

“Mission Accomplish!”

“To tech!” Jamie demanded.

“Yep,” Sam nodded, already starting out the door, “Mission accomplished girls.  We got mommy out of the office!  Now lets go play with Uncle Tony’s tech and then we’ll see your mommy Kaya!”

The girls were a mess of giggles, chattering excitedly the whole way down to the tech wing, but as soon as Sam let them go to try on the wings, the girls all lost interest. 

It didn’t matter that he was the new Captain America, or that the wings were easily way bigger than them.  The girls were far more excited by the prospect of showing off their cards. 

They had jointly handed off their card for Cami, but the twins insisted that they take the card up to Kaya’s mom.  Sam was okay with the idea, seeing the girls were already starting to get a little bored being forced to be in the space that wasn’t friendly to a child. 

So they quickly made their way up to the medical wing.  Doctor Cho had told Cami that Nia was off in the office, catching up on paperwork. 

And surprised she was, when Cami opened the door to the office, and three little girls were bunched up beside her, rushing on in. 

“Hey, I hope you don’t mind,” she said quickly as the girls ran to the front of the desk, “Doctor Cho said it was okay and we wanted to surprise you!”

Nia smiled, genuinely taken back seeing her little girl excitedly peering at her from over the edge of the desk, “You…wanted to surprise me?”

Cami smiled at how surprised Nia actually looked.  She looked from her daughter to her one time best friend, tears lining her eyes.  Kaya was giggling, the four-year-old holding out a mother’s day card that was nothing more than a bunch of scribbles to her.

“Momma, you!”

“She’s handing it to you, momma!” Cami smirked. 

Nia rushed around the desk and knelt down to her daughter, overwhelmed by the emotions that she’d felt.  She reached out, her hand stroking her daughter’s cheek, before pushing back to tuck some of her curls behind her ear, “it’s beautiful baby.”

“Love you momma!”

Kaya nearly threw herself against her mother, her tiny arms wrapping around her as much as they could.  Nia leaned into her daughter’s touch, “oh baby…thank you.”

The card lay nearly forgotten between the two of them for a few moments. 

“If you’re willing to spring yourself from Dr. Cho for a bit, we could go and grab lunch with the girls.  Sam is testing some new wings in the courtyard.”

“Do you wanna grab some lunch, baby?” Nia asked. 

Kaya nodded excitedly, “We go lunch with mommy and momma.”

“Yeah baby!” Nia confirmed, “let’s go grab some lunch.”

Sasha bit her nails, unsure of what to do.  She sighed, taking a deep breath as the doctor looked at her, “there’s nothing wrong with your daughter, Mrs. Barber, or so it appears, but we’ll know more after tonight.”

“See, I told you,” Andy smiled reassuringly, “Ashley is doing great!”

“Andy, she’s wetting the bed and screaming in the middle of the night…” she said worriedly, “last week she stopped breathing.”

“You thought she stopped breathing.”

“You don’t have to deal with it,” she grumbled, “you sleep like a rock, Andy…”

“Baby…”

“Well, the two of you will have a night off tonight at least,” the doctor attempted to joke, “the sleep study should reveal any issues that she’s been having and we’ll get to the bottom of it.”

Andy and Sasha shared a look before turning their attention back to the doctor, “you mean we can leave her here?”

“She’ll be monitored the whole night.  You two are free to leave.  The sleep study will end and we’ll have the results by nine AM.”

“Why do you have to discredit everything that I do?” she spat, the left overs to the dinner she, Andy, and Michael had enjoyed, now being put away.

Andy frowned, “what are you talking about, Sash?”

“The doctor’s office, earlier..I thought Ashley stopped breathing,” she remarked, “no, Andy…I didn’t think it happened.  It did happen.  I was check-“

“Here we go again,” Andy growled, cutting her off, “you check on the kids through the night and you spotted her in a second where her breath hitched.  You didn’t have to go rushing in and make it seem like you were saving her life, Sasha.  Ashley was fine.  You scared her when you woke her up like that”

“I’m not crazy, Andy…she did stop breathing!”

“Look, I get it…the kids weren’t your first option, but you’re going overboard, Sasha,” he said angrily, his arms crossing over his broad chest.  He leaned against the counter and glared at her, “but we had Michael.  You walked away and left me with him.  He turned out fine.  When you came back, you agreed to a second child.  You wanted Ashley just as much as I did.  You can’t keep going back and forth about this.”

“What the hell are you saying, Andy?”

“You need to get help,” he said simply, shrugging his shoulders, “I was talking to Bucky and the guys about it bec-“

“You were talking to Bucky?” she growled, “why the hell were you talking to Bucky and the guys about our relationship, Andrew?”

“Mel’s a counselor baby!”

“Don’t baby me,” she replied angrily, “this is not a situation you can just ‘baby’ your way out of.  You were talking about me to the guys…”

“I think you could really help from the support groups that Melissa helps run.”

“I’m not going to that, Andy…we tried it when I went through the postpartum with her, and it didn’t work,” she answered, her defenses building up because of her anger, “my meds are good, and I evened out!”

“You haven’t,” Andy declared, “even before the other week when Ashley supposedly stopped breathing, you were doing things, putting her through unnecessary tests.  There’s nothing wrong with our daughter, Sasha…”

“Andy yes there is!”

“No, there isn’t!” he argued, “now here’s what’s going to happen, Sash…because I’m fucking tired of this.  Tomorrow morning, when we pick up Ashley and the doctor says there’s nothing wrong with her, you’re going to drop it.  No more testing.  No more scaring her.  We’re done with this endless, needless chase.”

“Somethings wrong, And-“

“SASHA if you don’t drop it, I’m going to drop you…plain and simple.  Stop looking for things to be wrong!” Andy said definitively, “because the only issues that exist are the ones that you’re creating!”

“I don’t want to do it, Ari…”

Ari smiled, watching as his wife held their eldest, balanced on her hip, “you’ve already done it once, my love…but if you’re really upset about letting Isaac going to kindergarten in the fall, we could always-“

“Oh no, Levinson, I know where you’re going with that,” Britt smirked.  She was quick to cover Israels’ ears, even though the sick kindergartener was in a deep sleep against his mother, “and watch that mouth of yours daddy bears…we’ve got baby ears nearby.”

Ari licked his lips and eyed his wife’s form, her sleep shorts leaving her thighs bare, while the fabric of the cami was pushed down ever so slightly from Israel leaning against her chest, “well…he is asleep…we could put him back down in his bed.”

“Ari…”

Ari sighed, knowing how much she missed spending her days with her growing children.  She’d been far too busy at the law firm with her father lately, and had begun missing out on mile markers like Israel losing his first tooth and the Thanksgiving play.  And she’d missed Isaac learning how to tie his shoes.  And their youngest…Britt was heartbroken when she missed Arianna’s first day of daycare just so that she could get some socialization with children other than her two older brothers. 

“I know mommy bear!” Ari agreed, coming in close to his wife.  He reached out and took Israel out of her arms, and the little boy snuggled against his father, adjusting quickly, “you wanted to go back to work though…”

“I thought I would be okay…”

“We can talk to your dad together if you want,” Ari offered, “I’m sure he’d underst-“

“No…we can’t bring it up!” she frowned, “you know how much issues he’s having with Sasha…”

“But if this is affecting you this much-“

“Ari…dad doesn’t need the stress…I-I’ll get through it,” she argued quickly and quietly, following her husband as he went to Israel’s room and laid the five year old down, “I just didn’t know that I’d miss spending this much time with the kids…and I mean, one of us has to work…you retired from the embassy.  And-“

“Hey…calm down,” Ari said gently.  She stared helplessly up at him while he held her by the shoulders, “you are an amazing, intelligent woman, who is a force to be reckoned with, in and out of the courtroom.  But you are just one woman.  You need to take care of yourself just as much as you want to take care of everyone else.  If not being home is getting to you this much that you need an out, I’ll go back to work.  I have contacts, and I could pick up as an independent contractor…and I can do it all from home.”

“I can’t just leave dad in the dust…”

“You’re not…and he’ll understand that.  You’re a junior partner, and you’ve done so much for him with the law firm.  You could still consult.  You could work from home if you really want.  I’m sure your dad would appreciate you being the one who looks up the background for his cases.  He’d love to have some free time.  You could step down, and do the leg work,” Ari said kindly, “you’ve always loved that best about being a lawyer anyways.”

“I have…” she admitted, thoughtfully thinking it over, “god, I really have.”

Ari smiled, “see…and you could spend more time with the kids…and with me…”

“There it is,” she teased, “the real reason he’s helping out…”

“Hey…if I get to taste that honeypot more often, who knows,” he shrugged playfully, “I may convince you of a fourth child yet…”

“Ari…”

“That’s not a no,” he smirked, finally letting go of his wife and sauntering out of the room.  Britt felt a sense of relief as she thought about what she and Ari discussed.  She could talk to her father, and if she really needed to, she knew that Ari would go with her as well and she wouldn’t have to worry about anything other than taking care of herself and her family, “you coming to bed, mommy bear?”

Britt giggled, finally exiting her son’s bedroom.  As the door clicked softly behind her she was surprised to see Ari’s shirt in the middle of the hall, leading towards the open bedroom door.  As she walked and picked it up, she spotted his sleeping pants just around the corner of the door. 

“Ari…”

“Come to bed, mommy bear….daddy’s got a little of his own honey waiting for you…”

Britt giggled a little bit more, her previous anxieties washing away as she lightly jogged down the remaining length of the hall and into her bedroom.  Her eyes nearly bulged out as she shut the door.  Her husband was laying naked on the bed in front of her. 

“Well hello there, mommy bear,” he smirked huskily.  Britt’s eyes raked down his muscular, hairy frame.  The rasp in his voice sent a shiver down her spine, and her thighs instinctively clenched.  Her mouth went dry as she watched him stroking his already hard cock, “should we make a little extra time to let mommy bear feel good?”

“Oh I think she more than deserves it!” she purred, sauntering towards her husband as her fingers worked on pulling her camisole off.

[renner4real]

Happy Birthday Jeremy!

That smile shines bright!

[slashingdisneypasta]

Incorrect Quote x2

Chucky: *Rushes inside and slams the door behind him; Out of breath, hair everywhere, and panicked.* ... *Notices the twins in the room* ... k. So, kids, who wants to make 5 bucks right now?

Glenn: How??

Chucky: I need someone to take the fall for me.

Tiffany, somewhere else in the house, discovering the thing that Chucky needs someone to take the fall for: ... OH FUCKING GOD-

Glenn, eyes popping open wider: My god- what did you do!??

Chucky: I cant tell you. No questions right now. Just- Yes or no?

Tiffany: CHUCKYYYY-

Glenda: ... make it ten.

Tiffany: COME OUT-

Chucky: Ah!, my little girl. Sweetie, I knew it'd be you. *Grabs her and hoists her out the door* HEY TIFF! I got 'em honey!! The culprit!! It was Glenda!! Not me-

~

Buckman: *Rushes inside, slams the door behind him, locks it, and leans back on it; Breathing heavy* ... *Notices Lester, Rufus and Hucklebilly in the room* ... Okay. So- who wants to make 5 dollars?!

Rufus: ... How?

Buckman: I need someone to take the fall for me.

Boone, somewhere else in the house, discovering the thing that Buckman needs someone to take the fall for: ... OH MY- WHAT THE FUCK-

Lester, eyes popping open wider: Hell, daddy- what'd you do??!

Buckman: I cant tell you. This is a yes or no proposition. No questions asked.

Boone: GEORGE. GET OUT HERE-

Hucklebilly: ... make it ten.

Boone: You're DEAD when I find you-

Buckman, thinking oh thank god: You're a good son. *Grabs Huckelbilly and drags him out the room* HONEY! I got 'em honey!! The culprit!! It was your son!! Don't worry-

[sugaldean]

From this scene in the adventuring party

[fizziedoodle]

Today's temperature's gonna rise up over 100 degrees, so there's a Jheri curl alert! That's right, Jheri curl alert. If you have a Jheri curl, stay in the house or you'll end up with a permanent black helmet on your head fuh-eva!

[tohot4u]

the world is expanding

[muses-of-the-memory]

Happy 9th Anniversary to Miraculous!

Today is the 9th anniversary of Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir!

As an open RP to anyone, I will be roleplaying as my Miraculous muses on my list in both verses: Canon and Rise of the Dark Moth verse

Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Ladybug

Adrien Agreste/Cat Noir

Alya Césaire/Rena Rouge

Nino Lahiffe/Carapace

Gabriel Agreste/Hawk Moth/Betterfly (willing to do canon Hawk Moth/Shadow Moth/Monarch) (Remorseful Hawk Moth is in the Rise of the Dark Moth verse)

Nathalie Sancouer/Mayura

Felix Fathom/Argos

Kagami Tsurugi/Ryuko

Zoe Lee/Vesperia

Paint le Panda (Miraculous Hero of Imagination)

Tagged by: @hoshi-neko-hikari, @spirits-of-nature16, @bluemajingirl, @x-whiskeylullaby-x, @themultiverseheroines, @forsakenwasp, @keysofthekingdom, @keywcilder, @the-world-hopper, @thepersonaking56

[planetscoups]

working on it

pairing: lee seokmin x f!reader

synopsis: You were such a damned tease, and you knew it. You loved the attention your clothes(or lack thereof) received when you were in public. All the eyes on you made you feel powerful, knowing you could have any man you wanted(and you often did). You were so focused on how good it felt tempting men, you failed to realize just how much you were tempting fate. Tonight would be the night he made his move. He’s been working on getting you alone for a while now. Working on turning you into his needy little fuck-toy.

warnings: mature, explicit sexual content, non-consensual/r**e, dr*gging, somnophilia, (slight n*crophilia??? depends on how you read it), unprotected sex, dom/sub dynamics, degradation, daddy kink, misogyny, creampie, breeding kink

w/c: 2.4k

The latest viral Tik Tok song was blasting through the living room when you entered the house, squeezing past bodies as they bobbed and swayed to the beat. It wasn’t your taste, but it was catchy enough for you to tolerate. You fixed your cleavage as you moved closer to the drink station, a habit you’d developed from the years of having it exposed so frequently. You were wearing the shortest dress you could find at the mall yesterday, matching heels tied around your ankles. The dress tightly hugged your figure, leaving little to the imagination. Not only did you have a nice rack, your plump ass deliciously poked out of the bottom of the piece, threatening to pop out at any moment. You could feel the eyes on your back as you made your first drink of the night. Giggles from groups of drunk girls and shutters from shameless guy’s cellphones were heard as you leaned over the table, using a ladle to fill your cup with the host’s fruity concoction. 

There was a sudden outburst as the chorus of the song hit, people getting hyped for the only part they could sing along to. You shuffled to an empty spot on the wall, leaning back against it. You slowly sipped on your drink, making sure not to spill it on yourself. You grimaced, holding back the urge to retch. Of course, it was way more alcohol than juice as you’d anticipated. You weren’t the heaviest drinker, not ever able to fully get over the taste. You tapped the side of the cup as you gathered up the strength for a second swig. There was a buzz on your hip, and you glanced down at the source. The mini clutch on your shoulder was only big enough for essentials: lip gloss, a cellphone, baby wipes, a clip of bills, and two condoms(in case one broke). You quickly downed more of the beverage, slipping your phone from your pocket and checking the notifications. There was a message from your friend, Seokmin. “Hi!” it read, paired with a waving emoji. He always sent that when he spotted you in public. A little quirk of his that you found endearing.

“Too strong?” You heard the familiar voice ask. You managed to keep it down, eyes rolling up to meet his. He was holding a cup of his own, though it looked like he hadn’t started on it.

“Oh buddy, you’ve got no idea.”

“Maybe a bit. It’s never been my cup of tea either. My cup of liquor, if you will.” He said, placing his hand over his chest. You could tell he was waiting for you to laugh. You hated how badly you wanted to, but you couldn’t give him the satisfaction. Once he landed a joke, it was hard to make him stop. You shot him a meager smile, lips wavering as you held back a snicker, which was good enough for him. “So, who’s the get-up for tonight?” 

He slid in next to you, excusing himself as he moved between you and some girl who was choosing which picture to add to her Instagram story.

“It’s for me, as usual. Have you ever done anything for your own enjoyment?” You asked teasingly, poking him in the side. The contact was minimal but somehow felt taboo. For some reason, it hadn’t occurred to you before tonight just how attractive your friend was. Maybe it was because this was a rare time when he’d actually put effort into his appearance. His hair was gelled back in a quiff-like fashion, exposing his forehead. His outfit was simple but it worked: a white tee was tucked into denim Levi’s, held in place by a black belt. His shoulders hosted a leather jacket(you didn’t even know he owned one), and he wore a pair of black leather boots to bring it together. You could smell the cologne wafting off of him, mentally noting to tell him he’d used too much. Who did he think he was, James Dean?

“Depends on what it is.” He said, so low that you barely heard it. There was an unfamiliar thickness in his tone. It scared you a bit. It also excited you. 

“Yeah? Like what?” You weren’t trying to be flirtatious, genuinely interested in the answer. But the way you looked up at him when you said it, head cocked to the side in curiosity, was starting to get to him. It was like you were challenging him, daring him to say what he’d been dying to. Your pupils were beginning to dilate, whether or not it was from the alcohol, he couldn’t tell. It was definitely kicking in though, he noticed. You were a handsy drunk, absentmindedly rubbing his arm as you waited for him to speak. But how could he? He was already struggling to even look at you and now you were touching him? It was like you knew exactly how the nerves in his body were wired, every sensation sending signals straight to his dick. You were so close, he could lean in and just… But he wouldn’t, he couldn’t. He wasn’t going to blow this opportunity. He gulped, taking a moment to compose himself. 

“Well, I like to watch movies, and uh, I sing sometimes…” He rambled on, talking a lot without saying much of anything. But you didn’t mind, you liked the sound of his voice. Him prattling in your ear paired with the alcohol was making your brain go all fuzzy. You felt light as you took another sip; like you could jump and float up to the moon. Luckily you used him as an anchor, otherwise, you were sure you’d drift away. 

“How’s the drink coming along?” You were pulled out of your reverie, biting your lip as you concentrated on processing his words. 

“It’s gone. I drank it all.” You slurred, shaking the empty container. You showed him the contents, right before you hiccupped. “Hm, excuse me!” 

“Do you want mine? I don’t think I’m going to indulge tonight.” You smiled warmly as he offered the cup to you, happy at the convenience. Gratefully accepting the second cup, you slipped it over the one you were already holding. You greedily swallowed the liquid, no longer concerned about the flavor. This one was sweeter than the last, though.

“What’d you put in this? It’s delicious!” You asked suddenly, alerting Seokmin. If he hadn’t thought ahead, this question would’ve tripped him up. But he’d planned for even this. 

“Just some Kool-Aid mix, you know the kind that you add to water bottles?” You nodded in acknowledgment, satisfied with the information. He carefully watched you top it off, licking his lips. 

“Do you want to get out of here?” He asked, lifting himself off of the wall. He turned to you, holding out his hand. 

“Where would we go?” You muttered, hesitant. Any other night, you’d follow him anywhere in this state. But there was a nagging feeling in your gut. He seemed different, not like himself. You weren’t sure what had gotten into him, or why you were so afraid to find out. He grabbed your wrist, forcibly pulling you closer to him. 

“Don’t you want to come back to my place?” He whispered, words echoing in your head. They seemed far away, like you were deep in a cave and he was shouting them from the entrance.

“I… I just want to go ho-.” Before you could complete your statement, you were hit by a wave of fatigue. You gripped his biceps, losing strength in your legs. Your eyelids blinked rapidly, feeling heavier by the second. 

“It’s okay, I got you.” He said, pulling your weight on him. You could feel yourself being led outside, the throb of the music and the mass of voices working to lull you further. Your eyes refused to open, laden with some unknown force. This wasn’t like you. You might’ve been a light drinker by choice, but you could definitely hold your liquor. 

“Why is everything so heavy?” You wondered aloud. The sound of the party growing fainter as you were dragged to Seokmin’s car. 

“It must be everything you drank. You just need to rest.” He said matter-of-factly, placing you into the passenger seat before buckling you in.

No! You thought. You would’ve yelled it if you could, but your tongue also grew tired. Two cups! You protested in your mind. I only had two cups! 

The last thing you recalled was the sound of his car cranking up, the roar of the engine putting you out.

…

You woke to the feeling of him moving inside of you. He carelessly pumped his cock into your pussy, using you, violating you. The sensitivity of your swollen vagina made the feeling almost unbearable. Your gasp was muffled by his palm, held firmly over your mouth. How long had he been at this?

“Oh, is sleeping beauty finally awake? I was just about to cum in you for the fifth time. Not that I’m counting.” He said, thrusts becoming rougher. Now that you were conscious, he was really letting loose. His bed squeaked in protest as he fucked you into it.

You still couldn’t open your eyes, but you knew where you were. You’d been here enough times to recognize your friends’ bedroom. You remembered how it always smelled like citrus due to his habit of eating tangerines and leaving the peels everywhere. Now it was mixed with the smell of your sex, an offensive blend that turned your stomach. You remembered the way the blankets felt on your skin, as you’d been tucked under them plenty of nights. Never for this purpose, though. Now you lay naked underneath him, still as a cadaver while he rocked steadily on top of you. Your nipples were raw from being abused, and you let out a pitiful whine whenever he rubbed against them.

Everything within you told you to fight. To punch, to slap, to kick, to bite. But you couldn’t, you were unable to move. You squirmed pathetically underneath him, making him laugh. 

“What’s the rush, princess? We’ve got all night.”

He brought his hand between the two of you, rubbing circles into your clit. What was wrong with you? You wanted to hurt him, to make him bleed. Instead, you let out a moan, your body responding to the stimulation. God, the things he had done to you, that he was doing to you, you wanted to hate it, but it was starting to feel really, really good.

“Don’t stop!” You cried out, head shooting back against the pillow beneath you. Your eyes flew open, lust apparent in them as they met his. “Don’t stop, keep fucking me, please.”

“Just as I thought, y/n!” He groaned, feeling your walls tighten around him. His lips came down hard on yours. The kiss was hungry, primal. “So dirty for me, so filthy!” 

He bottomed out in you, making your back arch in pleasure. You both were close, he knew it. He kicked into overdrive, leaning close to your ear.

“You wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted me to use you like the cock sleeve you are, huh?” Your eyes were rolling back, skin heating up at his disrespectful words. It was uncanny, how a man so sweet could utter such vulgar things. But the dichotomy made it that much hotter for you. Besides, he was right. You were a cock sleeve, and you weren’t ashamed of it. 

“Yesss.” You purred, chasing your bliss, trembling at the tightness in your core.

“Needed me to show you how sluts are treated. ‘Cause good girls don’t dress like that, only dumb worthless sluts do. That’s all you are, all you’ll ever be, got it?”

“Yes, daddy...” You moaned out. You weren’t sure why, it just felt right. He paused, propping himself up on his hands. His face was alight with the most wicked grin.

“So, you want me to be your daddy?” The amusement in his voice would’ve irked you had he not just been fucking you into oblivion. 

You nodded enthusiastically, a pout forming on your face. Your lashes fluttered, giving the best puppy dog eyes you could muster. 

“It’s gonna take a lot more than a pout to make me yours, baby. I need you to work for it. Be a good little whore for me.” And just like that, he had you. Hook line, and sinker.

“I’ll do it, daddy! I’ll be the best whore for you, I’ll do whatever you want!” You pleaded.

“That’s what I like to hear.” He huffed, nearing the end himself. He slammed his hips into yours, giving your clit a final flick. “Now, cum for me.”

And you did. You would’ve done it either way, but it hit harder knowing you were doing it for him. Sparks blotted your vision as the pleasure rolled through you, your legs spasming as your pussy convulsed around him. His name left your mouth like a mantra, praising and cursing him alike. His orgasm followed shortly after, fresh spunk coating your insides, blending with the previous loads. You moaned as he filled you once again, giving shallow strokes as you milked him dry. He collapsed on top of you, head resting in the crook of your neck.

“Fuck, y/n, I can’t get enough of you.” He rolled over beside you once he’d recovered, supporting himself on his elbow. Gazing at your figure, he reached his hand over your stomach, rubbing it in wide circles.

“Gonna blow this belly up, pump you full of my babies.” He said, kissing your temple as if he’d done it a thousand times. “Would you like that, y/n? Want to be my breeding sow?”

“Of course, daddy!” You happily obliged. At that moment, there was nothing you wanted more. Well, maybe one thing.

“You didn’t have to drug me, you know.” You sighed, rolling your eyes to look at him. You still couldn’t control most of your body, which annoyed you. “If you wanted me, you could’ve just asked.”

“But, y/n…” He looked at you in that playful way of his. The way he looked before he told what he believed to be an absolute banger of a joke. You braced yourself for the inevitable punchline. 

“Where’s the fun in that?” He spat, barely containing his laughter long enough to get it out. Like an idiot, you joined in, 'cause how could you not? Like most times, you’d stupidly laugh along with him, more from his reaction than the joke itself.

[tomoleary]

Jim Lee and Randy Mayor “Lion-O vs. Mumm Ra” ThunderCats Source Book #1 pages 31-32 Double Page Splash

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[thedorismith]

Hey Renner fans:

I know we all wish him well.

[abbatoirablaze]

Good Girl's Club, Father's Day

Word Count:  2.9k

Warnings:  MAJOR TW:  mention of a stillborn child/medical situations, angst, injury of a child, mentions of a gun, abuse, trauma

THIS DOES INCLUDE SPOILERS FOR EX WIVE'S CLUB! IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE MONTHS DOWN THE ROAD. WHEN I WROTE THIS, I THOUGHT I'D BE FURTHER INTO THE STORY, SO FAIR WARNING.

*I omitted Steve and Cami as well as Britt and Ari as they're getting their own chapters, because when I wrote this their sides made it pretty long.

“DADDY!  DADDY!”

“Shh,” Em cooed, her hand stroking along the jaw of her youngest and under his chin, “you have to be quiet Taylor.  We’re surprising daddy, remember?”

Sadie smiled at her mother as she held the other triplets, Sandy and Samantha’s hands, “this is going to be so awesome, mom!”

“We got the cake!” little Lee giggled, looking towards his older sister Emma who was holding it, “me and Emma!  We got it!  You guys got your stuff?”

“Nathaniel?  Ryder? Darren?” Em asked curiously, looking behind herself to the three remaining boys who were holding balloons and the party poppers.  They giggled mischievously, their grins growing as they stood at the ready. 

“Mrs. Bodecker, you’re early!” his assistant Nancy laughed, the older lady shaking her head at the Bodecker clan, “and the nanny?  She’s not with you today?”

“I gave her the day off,” Em smiled, “We wanted to surprise Lee…just the family.  You said he finished his last meeting early…is he free?”

“He did,” she smiled softly, “you’re sure picking a heck of a day to tell him the news!”

“Double digits, Nancy,” Em replied, the pride in her stomach growing as her free hand went to the non-existent baby bump, “we always wanted a big family!  And you know Lee…apparently not even a vasectomy can stop a Bodecker…”

“Add that baby in, and your brood is a baker’s dozen!”

“Nancy, what is all this commot-“

“SURPRISE!”

Lee nearly jumped out of his skin as his children chorused their surprise attack on him.

“HAPPY FARTHER’S DAY, DADDY!” Darren exclaimed, shooting his confetti party popper into the air.  Ryder and Nathanial let go of their balloons and reached into their pockets to grab their own, before blasting them off in every direction. 

Emma screamed, surprised when one hit her in the back.  The cake fell from her hands and plopped unceremoniously out of the pink bakery box and onto the floor. 

“EMMA NO!” Lee squealed as he dropped to his knees to start scooping the cake into the box.

“Surprise,” Em laughed, unable to be mad at her silly family and attempt to surprise her husband, “we uh-came by to surprise you on father’s day, sweetie…”

“DADDY!” Taylor exclaimed, reaching out to his father.  Lee smiled, his heart swelling at the well-meaning attempt from his family. 

“Is this all for me?”

“That’s not all, Mr. Mayor,” Em said sweetly.  She bit her lip and looked down to her stomach.  Her hands cradled the non-existent bump, “we-we’re pregnant again, Lee.”

“Oh sweetpea!” the older man cooed, his heart swelling even more, “wait…what about-“

“Guess you were right when you thought it didn’t take,” Em said bashfully, looking at her husband, “we’re gonna have another baby, Lee…”

“Wh-what is all this?”

Sam couldn’t help the smile that all but lit up his face.  Both his daughter and his girlfriend looked up from their spots in the kitchen.  Kaya’s eyes went wide, “NO DADDY!  GO BACK TO BED!”

“Kaya,” Nia playfully admonished as she wiped some of the flour from her daughter’s cheek, “don’t speak to your father like that!”

“But mommy, we’re not done with the food!”

“The food?” Sam asked playfully, coming into the kitchen.  He scooped his seven-year-old up and balanced her on his hip, “you guys making me breakfast for father’s day?”

“Cake actually,” Nia smiled, “your favorite too!”

“Cake for breakfast?  And from my two favorite girls?”

“We wanted to surprise you, daddy!”

“Well mission accomplished, little bird!”

Kaya smiled once more, her features reflecting that of her fathers.  She looked back to her mother, “mommy where’s daddy’s card?”

“On the counter, baby…”

“Daddy, me and mommy made you a card.”

“Oh, did you?”

“Mommy, get the card!”

“I’m getting it,” Nia laughed, reaching over for the card.  Sam smiled as she passed it to him, giving him a simple kiss on the corner of his mouth, “happy Father’s Day, daddy!”

“Don’t go starting up with that language, now,” Sam teased as he took the card.  She shot him a wink and he playfully smacked her ass, “go ahead, keep teasing me…I’ll show you exactly what daddy can do.”

“Ohhh mommmyyyyy,” Kaya cooed, “daddy’s gonna spank you if you’re bad…you better be good.”

“Don’t you worry, baby bird,” Sam chuckled as he ruffled his daughter’s hair, “mommy will get her spanking at the end of the day, after you go to bed.”

Nia’s eyes went wide, “Sam!”

“Ohhhh, mommy, you’re in trouble!” Kaya giggled.

“Alright, all we have to do is make sure it’s gone by the time mommy gets home, right bud?”

The six-year-old carbon copy of himself with his own namesake smiled at him, “mommy’s gonna kick your butt, daddy.”

Jake frowned at his son, “you’re supposed to be on my side.”

“No way you’re roping Jake in,” Evie said with a smirk as she looked at her adopted father.  She held out a popsicle and looked to her youngest sibling, “come on Jake…Tyler’s getting your xbox set up for you…we’ll let you play with us while dad gets his butt kicked by mom.”

Jake turned to his seven-year-old, “Layla…you won’t rat daddy out or leave him, will you?”

“You’re silly daddy…”

Jake pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and wiped some of the suds from her cheek.  His heart warmed at his carbon copy version of his wife, “my sweet girl….”  

She grabbed his hand and gave him a bright smile, “You’re on your own though…sissy and bubba are right.  Momma is gonna whoop you…”

Before he could so much as argue Jacob and Layla ran after Evie, heading upstairs to the game room to play Xbox.  Jake bit his lip and looked at the dishwasher that had overflowed onto the kitchen floor. 

“Let’s just call someone…”

“I’m not spending our hard-earned money on some issue with the dishwasher,” Jake all but scoffed as he rushed his wife, “Maddie, we’ve got four kids…all of them could learn a thing or two from washing dishes in the sink for a day or two while I figure it out.”

“Awww, baby,” she laughed sweetly.  Her hands cradled his face as she pressed a firm, but loving kiss to his lips, “it’s so sweet that you think you can fix the dishwasher…you may be some government tech wizard, but you know nothing about fixing home appliances.”

“What are you talking about?” Jake scoffed, “I can fix anything, even a dishwasher.”

“Baby, you’re so cute when you think you can be a handy man…”

“You know what happens when you turn into a little brat, Maddie…I have no problem bending you over this counter!” Jake teased. 

“You’re cute,” she giggled, her hand reaching out to stroke her husband’s cheek.  She leaned in and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, “but call someone…you can’t fix the dishwasher.”  

She took a step back and Jake’s brow furrowed, “wh-what do you mean, cute?  I’m in the military.  I’m part of an elite force of men!  I hack entire governments.  What makes you think I can’t fix a dishwasher?”

“Baby, I’ve met you,” Maddie chuckled, “I love you so much, but you are hopeless when it comes to fixing things around the house.  We both know it!”

“Name one instance.”

“The vents that go to Tyler’s room,” she smirked, referring to how the vent’s system had closed and Jake couldn’t get the little handle to open back up again, “or how about last week when there was a leak in the pool’s filtration system.”

Jake frowned, “those don’t count, Maddie…”

“Don’t they?”

“I’m off tomorrow…I’ll show you just how easy it is to fix that stupid thing.  And then you’ll eat your words.  Hell, I’ll even fix the vents and the pool…just to prove it to you how much of a handy man I am…then…when you see what a great job I’ve done, I’ll rechristen every one of those spots with you and I won’t stop until you’re screaming that I’m right.”

“I’ll tell you what, big guy…you make me eat my words, and tomorrow I’ll do that…and I’ll even give you an extra special Father’s Day treat and do that thing you like,” she teased, leaning in to brush her nose against his.  Jake felt his chest tighten as her lips grazed his, his mind going to the roleplaying scenario that he’d made her reenact all too many times, “I’ve still got that slutty slave Leia costume…”

“Deal!”

“Jensen, do you have any idea what time zone I’m in right now?”

“Clay…it’s an emergency…” Jake said quickly into the phone, “I need an expert.”

“Jesus…what’s going on kid?”

“I need someone who can fix a dishwasher before my wife comes home!” he said quickly, “I jus-hello?  Clay?  Clay?”

“What, did he hang up on you?”

“Yeah, he did,” Jake muttered as he pulled up a browser and searched for someone to fix the dishwasher as fast as possible, “he’s inconsiderate as hell. I jus-“

“Jake…he’s on his honeymoon…we literally were just at the reception a few days ago!”

“Yeah I-“ But Jake stopped talking when he realized that he was conversing with his wife.  He swallowed nervously as he looked at her, “He-hey baby…you’re home sooner than I thought…”

“Funny how that works,” she smirked, stepping into the kitchen, “looks like you didn’t fix the dishwasher…”

“Baby I can explain…”

“Explain it later,” she offered, dropping the shopping bags onto the table, “the kids are in the game room which means we’ll have at least twenty minutes to ourselves…”

“But I-“

“Are you going to argue, Mr. Jensen?” she teased as she looked over her shoulder, “or are you going to take me in our marital bed while I wear that costume?  Because as your dirty little Leia, you can use me however you want…”

“I-I still-you’ll still do it?” Jake asked, his breath catching in his throat.

“Let’s see if you can use the force and make me cum, young padawan!”

“HE’S COMING!”

“Mrs. Barnes, you need to-“

“DON’T YOU DARE TELL ME TO CALM DOWN, CHO!” Mel all but screamed as she felt the pressure in her stomach, “YOU’VE NEVER BIRTHED SUPER SOLDIER CHILDREN.  YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT IT’S LI-AAAAAAA!”

“Breathe baby!” Bucky reminded his significant other as he rushed to her side, “remember the class.  Bre-“

“I HATE YOU!” she screamed through the contraction, “YOU DID THIS TO ME!  DAMN IT JAMES!  I HAAAAAAAAAA-“

“You’re doing so good!” Bucky tried.  He went to wipe the sweat from her brow, but she pushed him away.

“Don’t touch me!” she wailed, breaking into a sobbing fit, “I’m as big as an orca whale and I’m gross and sweaty!  You did this to me!  You put another one in me!

“You’re so beautiful, doll!” Bucky tried again, reaching for Mel one more time, “you’re so beautiful, and amazing, Melissa.  You’re such an amazing woman and mother!  Y-you can do this, baby.  I promise…just like all the other times!  You got this!”   

This time she didn’t fight him, instead, pulling him as close as she could, given the barrier of the hospital bed between them, “I can’t do this, James.  I can’t do this again!  What if he’s like Timothy…”

“He won’t be,” Bucky sighed, upset over the mention of the last child that she’d birthed a few years ago, which had been stillborn, “Monte is strong…he’ll be perfectly fine, I promise!  Every appointment was good…it-he’s not like Timothy, baby.  I promise!”

“I’m so afraid, Jamie!”

“It’ll be okay…right Doctor Cho?”

“The baby’s heart rate is speeding up!” She said calmly, “Bucky…I need you to let go of Melissa.”

Melissa shot up in her spot, her eyes wildly going to the man she loved, “something’s wrong?  Jamie, something can’t be wrong with him.  Mont-“

“We’ll be fine,” Bucky said quickly, barely believing the words he was saying.  His hands reached out to her stomach, and he felt the wild thrumming beneath his fingertips.  He tried to fight the tears that were riding up on his anxiety, “he-he’ll be fine.  You’ll be fine.  We-“

“Bucky, we need to take her in for emergency surgery!  This is progressing, but not in the way that we’d planned for!  You need to let your wife go, Sergeant Barnes!” Doctor Cho said quickly. 

He nodded, unable to find the words while a lump formed in his throat.

“Buck…” Bucky looked up from his spot in the chair.  His leg bounced wildly as he tried to fight the worry that lay in the pit of his stomach.  Steve frowned at his best friend, “Cami has the kids at her place…we-we got them settled in but-I told her that I would come check on y-“

Steve didn’t get to finish his thoughts.  Bucky had rushed up to him and wrapped him in a hug, while he began to sob against his best friend.  His anger towards him faded and he clung to the one man who’d been there for him through it all.

“What if he doesn’t make it, Steve?” Bucky asked brokenly, “wh-what if he doesn’t make it like the last one?  I know that we pretended Joey was ours…an-and that was wrong, but Cami said-oh god…I can’t lose another one, Steve…hi-his name is Montgomery…we named him after Monte…”

“Buck…”

“I can’t lose another child, Steve…”

“You won’t, Buck…”

“I can’t lose Monte…”

“You won’t, Buck…”

“Come on…what do you guys look so sad about?  We’re having a good day, right?  We got up early.  I’m making us breakfast.  We’ll spend the whole day with each other.  It’ll be a great father’s day!”

Ashley looked up from her pancakes, before her eyes snapped back down.  Michael’s jaw tensed as he glared at his father.

“Come on guys, cheer up.  We-“

“We want mom.”

Andy took a heavy breath and he released a sigh, staring back at his son, “we’ve talked about this, bud…”

“Where is she?” his son asked, “y-you kicked her out…threw away all her stuff and then-“

“Michael, please…”

“We should be able to know where mom is,” he argued, “mom is-“

“STOP!”

The loud clattering of the pan being knocked from the stove to the floor was enough to make Ashley jump out of her seat.  In her panic, she knocked her plate and glass of juice to the floor.  The glass shattered around her and she bolted towards her bedroom.

“DAMN IT!” Andy cursed, “are you happy with that?  You know that mentioning your mother upsets your sister and yet you go ahead and-“

“SHE’S MAD AT YOU FOR KICKING MOM OUT!” Michael argued, eyes tearing up as he faced off with his father, “YOU WON’T EVEN TELL US WHY YOU MADE MOM LEAVE.  SHE-“

“SHE’S A NO GOOD WHORE IS WHAT SHE IS!” Andy screamed at his eleven-year old, “you want to know what she did, fine!  YOUR MOTHER IS FUCKING OTHER MEN!  SHE’S RUNNING AROUND, KEEPING HER LEGS OPEN FOR ANY MAN WHO WANTS TO SLIP BETWEEN THEM!”

“M-mom wouldn’t do that…”

“Yeah,” he scoffed, “what makes you so sure, huh?”

“Mom’s not like Laurie…”

“Shut your mouth, Michael…”

“Dad, even Jacob-“

“Don’t you dare talk about your brother!”

“Why?” Michael asked, “because he’s like grandpa?  Because he-“

But the eleven-year old went tumbling to the ground.  Andy had rushed up to him, trampling through the broken glass, and slapped him hard enough to send him spinning to the linoleum floor.  But not before hearing a sickening crack. 

Jacob wailed in pain as he held his abdomen. 

On his way down he’d hit the table and hard. 

Off in the distance, he could hear sirens. 

His eyes went wide as he realized what he did, “Michael…Micha-“

“Get away from him!” the six year old screamed.  Andy looked up to the entryway where his daughter had stood. 

“Ash-Ashley…”Andy said nervously as he looked at his daughter who had his loaded handgun in her hands, “h-how did you get into daddy’s gun safe baby?  Wh-why do you have that?”

“I called the police daddy…” Ashley said tearfully as she kept aiming at her father.  Michael crawled away from his father and towards his sister.  Andy went to take a step, and she pulled the trigger.  The corner of the table blew away with the bullet and Andy jumped, having nearly been hit.

“Baby put the gun down…”

“No daddy!” Ashley said quickly, “we want mommy…”

The sirens got closer.  Andy felt bile rising in the back of his throat as he noticed the police cars parking in front of the house.  A loud banging came from the front door.

“THIS IS THE POLICE!  MR. BARBER OPEN THE DOOR!”

“HELP!” Michael wailed from his spot at his sister’s side, “MY DAD’S BEEN BEATING US SINCE HE KICKED OUR MOM OUT!  MY SISTER HAS HIM CORNERED IN THE KITCHEN WITH THE GUN!”

He coughed, some blood coming up as the police kicked in the door, “POLICE!  PUT THE GUN DOWN AND HANDS IN THE AIR!”

Ashley dropped the gun, running to the police officers.  Andy stood stock-still as they came into the home, one of them rushing to check on his son, while the other shuffled Ashley behind him and kept his gun trained on him.  Andy eyed the gun, but held his hands up in the air, “I didn’t do anything!”

“He-he’s lying,” Michael coughed, lifting his shirt.  Andy grimaced when he saw the bruises on his son’s stomach, “h-he’s been hitting us for months since he made our mom leave…he-he hasn’t let us see her, and he made a judge pull custody from her.  Please…help us!”