#she would scoop him up and smother him with hugs and kisses

[ap-kinda-lit]

I refuse to believe Bulma would not be giddy about seeing Vegeta as a kid. She would go into fangirl mode because her hunky badman hubby was a tiny stray kitten crossed with an angry gnome.

[wjhik]

More dad!Jude please‼️‼️

Y/N’s POV:

Jude and I, along with our three energetic kids, Arlo, Lily, and Mia, were getting ready for a delightful day out. “Alright, everyone, let's get our shoes on! We’re going to have the best lunch ever,” I announced, fixing my breezy sundress in the mirror. Jude was wrangling little Mia into her shoes while Arlo and Lily giggled, racing around the house. “Don’t run in the house! You’ll break something!” I yell out to my 4 and 5 year old to get their attention. “I want ice cream!” Arlo exclaimed to his father, his excitement apparent as he tugged at Jude’s hand.

“Of course, buddy, but let’s have some real food first, yeah?” Jude chuckled, tousling Arlo's hair affectionately. I smiled at the sight, my heart swelling with warmth as I watched my husband effortlessly connect with our children. I couldn’t ask for a better man to be the father of my children. 

As Jude and I were following behind our children who were leaving the house, he pulled me in by my waist. I was shocked by the sudden action and gasped, “Jude!” He looks into my eyes and then down to my lips. “You look delicious, my love.” He leaned down to peck my lips. I protested into the kiss. “Baby. Not now.” I said sternly, but secretly blushing at my husband's actions. He let go of me and let me walk out of the house, him following close behind. He curved his neck to see if our kids were watching and gave me a quick spank. “Jude!” 

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After a satisfying lunch filled with laughter, spilled drinks, and mess, we made our way to the park. Arlo took charge, leading his sisters on a wild adventure through the playground while Jude and I watched closely, trailing behind them. We share knowing glances. “Do you ever remember us being that full of energy?” Jude whispered, his hand finding Y/N’s as they strolled along the path.

I grinned, squeezing his hand gently. “I wouldn’t trade this chaos for anything in the whole wide world” I replied, stealing a quick kiss. The kids, oblivious to their parents’ tender moment, continued their antics, racing around in a game of tag that seemed to have no end.

“Lily, mind your sister please.” Jude chimes in. Just as he said that, the youngest got pushed over in the midst of the chaos caused by the older two. Jude and I jump up to check on Mia. She’s crying loudly, however she is fine. Jude picks her up and bounces her up and down in an attempt to cheer her up. 

“Now, what did I tell you guys?” I asked the kids. “Be careful.” They said simultaneously. “Yes, and did you do that?” I followed up. “No, mama.” They said once again. I crouched down to speak to them at their level. “Right. Now, I want you to go to your sister and apologize and give her the biggest hug.” I told them. They sprung up and jumped up at their dad in an attempt to reach their sister. Jude squatted on the floor and put the baby at eye level. They smothered her with hugs and kisses and she started laughing her little bum off. Mia wriggles in Jude's arms, trying to get out, so he lets her down. She waddles back out to the small grass hill where she and her siblings were playing and the fun began once again.

As the sun began to set, Jude and I scooped up our children and moved to where the spring fireworks would be taking place. We found the perfect spot to settle down and laid our fuzzy picnic blanket out. Jude and I lay down with Mia in his arms. Arlo and Lily snuggled up between us, their eyelids gradually growing heavy with the promise of dreams. Mia, nestled in my arms, gazed wide-eyed at the colorful bursts in the sky as Arlo pointed out the shapes and sizes of them. 

As the final firework fizzled out, the kids now fast asleep, Jude leaned in close to me, his voice low and suggestive. “You know, watching fireworks isn’t the only thing that lights up the night.” I laughed softly, feeling a familiar spark ignite between us. “I think we can manage to find some more sparks later,” He teased, his eyes dancing with mischief as we gathered our sleeping children, Lily and Arlo in their father’s arms and me pushing Mia’s stroller and headed home, the memory of our playful day lingering like a sweet summer breeze.

[honeeslust]

Toji Fushiguro| stuck (scrapped book)

🖤I was trying to write a book for Wattpad but my scatterbrain just couldn’t figure out what kind of story I wanted to tell.

🖤but one cannot simply do away with a good smut scene so here goes.

🖤honest thoughts please 🤗

Toji found himself lusting after Y/N's gorgeous physique once more as she slung her shirt over the barstool and went to gather the empty bowl of brownie batter. She tipped her finger along the side of the bowl and scooped out some of the batter and sucked it off of her finger. The way she swayed was hypnotic, every twist of her hips was becoming more sensual as she moved to the music letting it take her somewhere else.

"Can I join the party?" Toji asked coming around to close the distance between them. Y/N giggled. Toji slunk down and leaned against the counter. She kept moving her body, wiggling her hips and sipping her wine luring Toji in by just being in her element.

Eager to feel the way she moved, he stretched out his hand to her, "Come over here." Y/N reaches out and lets Toji take her hand into his and he pulls her close.

She turns her back to him and eagerly wedges herself between his legs. Her back arches and her head falls back onto his chest. The Indica had them both feeling like every sensation was heightened. To feel her body snug against his was all she had been craving and Toji did not disappoint.

His hands were busy feeling all over her while she ground her hips against him. His bulge pressed against her while she moved and she all but melted, letting her ass rub against his crotch making him squeeze her tighter while his groans of appreciation reverberated throughout her body.

"Tease...tease...tease, huh?"

Y/N giggles and sips her drink."Nothing wrong with a little tease Toji... it heightens the anticipation."

"Somethings heightening all right" Toji groans in her ear hugging her body tight and breathing in her scent.

"See... It's working, You're into it right?"

"You tell me, baby girl," Toji slides his hands over Y/N's thighs and holds her close while pushing himself against her, earning a surprised moan from her parted lips.

Y/N turns to face Toji and in an instant, his lips are flush against hers. He tilts his head to the side, and she opens up for his tongue. Y/N dissolves into him letting her soft body press against his while she tastes the sweet wine on his tongue. His kiss takes her breath away and her head clouds in ecstasy.

"Thank you," Y/N whispers breathlessly, her eyes still shut.

"Yeah?" Y/N whispered.

"Mm-hmm" Tojis kisses her again.

"You should know I couldn't get you out of my head either." Toji sighs feeling her legs tremble as he holds her close.

"How do you know you were in my head, Toji?" Y/N asks setting her glass down on the counter to drape her hands around his neck.

"It's in the details," Toji whispers, picking her up setting her on the counter.

He positions himself right between her legs. The scar on his lip twitches with the crooked smile he flashes her. Y/N looked into his pretty eyes that seemed to elude to all the elicit things he wanted to do to her. The allure this man he was almost as intoxicating as the weed and wine. She could feel the swells of desire take hold.

"Details, huh?"

" Yes, the details…,” he paused, holding her hostage while he moved slowly to kiss her lips. “…Like how I know that doing this..." He kisses her neck and sweeps his tongue along her collar bone eliciting a pleased murmur from Y/N. "...it drives you crazy, doesn't it?"

"Maybe" Y/N mewls softy.

"...I know you'll moan when I do this..." He grabs her tits and squeezes them together, trailing his tongue down between making her skin tingle. Y/N drops her head back moaning just as he said she would. She holds his head close as he smothers his face in her cleavage. "Mmmmm, take this off," he commands.

Toji pulls away from Y/N and lifts her tank top over her head. He returns his face to her breast, kissing with his tongue and kneading them together as Y/N cries out for more. His hands touched and caressed her body in every way he knew she liked. He made sure to kiss her in all her most sensitive places, her neck, her shoulders, her breast, all making her moan louder. "Lay back." Toji commands, splaying his massive hand over her stomach to push her down.

Y/N does as she's told. She could feel Toji's kisses traveling a seductive path down her body. He begins tearing her jeans down her legs leaving kisses along her skin as it's revealed to him. He uses his tongue perfectly, slowly licking her up and down. He does it so torturously gentle as he works his way to where she wants to feel it most. Until finally--

Tojis mouth was hot on her aching sex. Every twist of his velvety tongue against her flesh sent a new pang of pleasure rippling through her. Her back arched off the counter and she tried to squeeze her legs together but Toji's massive hands clamped tight around her heavy thighs keeping them apart. She bucked and shot her head up to see Toji's eyes locked on hers while he slid his long thick tongue all the way up between her plush lips.

"Ah- ah-ohh my god Toji." she panted watching him use his tongue to play with her clit, making the tender bit throb as all the blood rushed to the center just under his skilled tongue. She writhed and moaned for him trying to squeeze her legs shut again.

"Oh my ... -nnngh ...you're gonna make me cum if you don't stop."

"So cum, I've been wanting to do this since I found you down on your knees in that room."

Y/N sobs, grasping for Tojis fingers that were sinking into her skin from his powerful grip. Her attempt to stop him from savoring her was met with his ravenous tongue diving into her silky cavern. Toji's guttural groans rippled through Y/N, shattering her a hundred times over.

Toji knew exactly what he was doing. He ate her pussy with mind-numbing precision. Sucking up her sweet sweet nectar was all he could think about as soon as he recognized her at the party. He knew when he saw her that he wanted her to succumb to his mouth before he would have her.

Y/N clawed at Tojis arms the more his tongue danced around her clit making her cum hard and fast. Y/N laid back on the counter, panting and pleading for him to fuck her. The sound of her begging for his dick had him throbbing so hard that it almost hurt. Toji lifted Y/N off of the counter and spun her around. A large hand forced her to lean over while the other hiked her leg up, and her body immediately opened up to him.

She shook with anticipation, her soaked pussy pulsing every second he wasn't inside of her. Toji gripped her ass in appreciation. Y/N tossed her hips back letting her ass shake against him, enticing him to hurry up and be inside of her.

"Fuck yea, look at this ass."

"C'mon Toji, I want it so bad."

"What do you want?." Toji stalls trying to repay her for all the teasing she had done.

"I want you Toji." Y/N whines.

Toji undoes his belt and pants hastily. His fingers clamp down tight as he steadies her hips. He positions his spear against her opening, and Y/N leans over the counter gripping the edge. She raises her head and looks back at him with those same big eyes, twisting him up with desire and making it hard to wait anymore. Her eyes grew wider as she watched Toji's bulging head struggle to slip inside her. He pushes in slowly as she opens her hips up, relaxing everything trying to take more of him in, but he was just too big.

'Fuck...how are so tight?" Toji gasps.

"Oh fuck, Toji, it's so big!"

Y/N winces as he thrusts into her.

"You ok?"

"Fuck yes.....nnngh.....just go slow for now. I want it all Toji. I want it all, please." Y/N was overtaken by her desperation. The more he filled her the wetter she rained.

"mmhhmm, you want it all?" he pumps into her slowly taking in the sight of his hands clinging to her soft body.

"...ugggh...I can take it..."

"...you wanna take it?" he pumps again just slowly enough to hit where he needs.

"oh yes, I can take it. I WANNA TAKE IT..." Y/N cries out in a guttural moan so strained with pleasure she doesn't even recognize it as her own.

Toji's thick rod slips perfectly against her spot, every slow deliberate thrust making her pulse more.

"Yea, baby girl... ahhhh,...........ye-ssss.." Toji groans amorously through his clenched teeth. He braces her hips and fucks her slow and steady. Her warmth flexes around his girth growing wetter every time he pushes into her. He knew her body too well, hitting her right where she needs it, making her come slow.

Toji loved the way she sounded. She moaned for him like she had been yearning for him after all this time. She looks back at him and her eyes crossed with his making him weak in the knees.

"Yea,... nnngh, good girl, you can take it, come on... -nnngh.. uhh-huh." he chokes out going a little harder.

"Take this dick...ahh... fuh-....ahhh..." She gushed and took Toji deeper inside her. He felt it, her walls closing around him getting used to his size. It becomes too much and he speeds up the pace.

"Ah-ss-ahhh-ss-ah-ah-ah" Y/N whimpers, taking all of Toji now fighting to keep her balance as Toji rams into her, fucking her until she's standing up on her toes and holding the counter to brace herself.

"Fuck Toji, Fuck fuck fuck, it's too good,... I can't, I...-aggghh, oh I can't."

Toji slides his arms under Y/N's and pulls her body back up against him, supporting her weight as he pounds away.

Y/N screams his name, the new angle he's hitting is too much. She thrusts her ass back into him, meeting him blow for blow, letting him own her like only he can. She's so full of him that even her soul quakes with pleasure.

They fuck like the wild animals they are, fucking with all their pain and might, both leaving their mark on one another. Y/N falls hard, feeling every single intense wave that washes over her.

Toji soaks up every little drop, every squeal, every clench, squeezing her so tight he can feel her breath halted in her chest, her eyes rolled so far back as she arches into him. They're mutually possessed by one another and with one final thrust, beckons her submission, and they come harder than they ever have before.

I wrote this when I was feenin Toji so fuckin bad 🥵

[blu3cl0v3rs]

Dear Tumblr, I have done it.

I finished my first Morrotober prompt!

Here ya go!

Summary: Morro celebrates his birthday with the Masters of Creation and the Spinjitzu Brothers!

Warnings: None

Prompt: Magic | "I wish…"

Extra: This is all non-canon, but I love the thought that Morro knew all of the previous Elemental Masters, so this was made. Also, you can take Garmadon's nickname of "Donnie/'Don" out of my cold, dead, rotting hands, and I named the previous ice elemental Touki.

"I wish…" the young boy trailed off into silence, then flourished his hand to blow out the candles on a cake.

"Happy birthday, Morro!" Maya smothered the now-assumed-to-be 8 year old with kisses to his temple.

"Maya! Stop it, give me a chance to hug the kid," Libber scooped up the scrawny child and spun happily out of the room and into the yard as Morro squealed.

This was the best day of his life! Second to the day Wu adopted him, which was the day they celebrated his birthday, but still! Lily showed up early and took him rock climbing after Sunrise Exercise with Dad and Uncle Donnie, then Touki arrived and told stories of times long past, and then Libber, Ray, and Maya came and they had a picnic in a flower field in full bloom! It looked magical, and they picked a bunch of flowers to turn into flower crowns. Of course, not before Ray dramatically professed his love to Maya with deep red carnations, despite already being engaged. They spent the rest of the afternoon preparing dinner back at the monastery and baking Morro's cake. They had finished dinner and moved onto the cake.

"Soooo, whaddidya wish for, pipsqueak?" Ray leaned on the wind elemental's head from behind after Libber set him down.

"I can't tell you! Uncle 'Don said my wish won't come true if I do!" The boy huffed, moving away from the fire elemental, who collapsed to the monastery floor.

Lily handed a plate with a slice of vanilla cake with pale green frosting and a fork to the youngest. "Here you go, Birthday Boy!"

Morro admired the cake, marveling at the idea of him eating something this perfect.

"Well don't just drool on it! How'd we do? I really hope you like it!" Libber jittered as Lily set a steady hand on her shoulder.

"Libber, relax," she told the lightning elemental.

Morro carefully carved the tip of the slice off, watching as he hesitantly raised the piece to his mouth, and ate it.

It was delicious.

Stars danced in his eyes as he cut off a bigger chunk and shoved it in his mouth, a few stray crumbs falling back to the plate.

"I'll take that as him liking the cake?" Garmadon asked, leaning on one of the wooden pillars holding up the monastery roof.

The boy swallowed, "I love it!" A smile plastered onto his face, a few dollops of frosting sticking to his lips until he licked them off.

"By the way, I was sent to tell you all to clean the mess you made inside."

Oh right, the food fight. Recent memories of being assaulted by peas, bread, and mashed potatoes rose to the surface as Morro shoveled another piece of his slice into his mouth.

The other elementals, except Morro and Ray, entered the building. Ray groaned incoherently, apparently still on the stone ground. Garmadon walked over, tail swishing with over exaggerated annoyance.

"C'mon, you freeloader. You have yet to actually move into your house in Ignacia and mooch off us half the time, the least you could do is clean up the plates," Uncle Donnie nudged the brunette with his foot.

"Fiiiiiiine," the man groaned and hoisted himself up to go inside.

Garmadon strolled over to his nephew, who was rather messily finishing his cake. "Enjoying that, aren't you?"

Morro nodded enthusiastically.

"…say, would you like to see the secret something I've been working on?" Uncle Donnie asked.

The younger looked at his uncle in wonder. "Really?"

'Don held his hand out, palm up, low enough for Morro to view. The elder of the two concentrated as he exhaled. Morro watched in awe as tiny sparks of light ignited and danced around in his palm, swaying and spinning around in perfect sync. They eventually slowed their frolicing and settled, writing out "Happy Birthday" on the dragoni's palm.

Uncle 'Don slowly lifted his hand up to his mouth as he inhaled, then blew the sparks off his hand. The two watched as they restarted their waltz, whirling carelessly until they faded into the starry night sky.

When did it become night?

Morro yawned, relaxing onto the man beside him. Uncle Donnie smells nice, like charcoal and sickly sweet cherry.

"I think your son's finally tired himself out," 'Don said… to someone. Dad, maybe? That sounded right.

Someone warm picked him up, and Morro couldn't find it in him to protest. The scent of Wu's favorite incense and Humili-Tea lingered around this person.

"Good night, my son."

[shy-urban-hobbit]

It was the eyes Vesemir noticed before the Cat medallion. Granted, they were more luminous than last time thanks to the mutagens but Vesemir had never forgotten those bright green eyes.

The small boy, no more than a toddler really, continued to shiver as he clutched at the front of Vesemir's armour, peering up at him through bangs dripping with both rain and river water with large, bright green eyes which looked almost too large for his tiny, thin face. Truly, the little tot was lucky Vesemir had been passing when he did, he tried not to think about if he hadn't heard the boys screams.

"Almost home, Lad." He said, tucking his cloak more securely around the boy. He hoped they were almost home anyway, the boy had merely pointed when Vesemir had asked him where he'd come from, where his mother was. Vesemir had swung them both onto his horse with nothing but a direction and a prayer which grew more desperate as no dwellings came into view. He hoped that the boy wasn't part of one of the nomadic communities who wandered the continent, he'd never find them in this weather.

"Aiden, Aiden!!?"  A frantic voice called out from around the next bend.

"Mama!!" The boy - Aiden apparently - squealed as a woman came into view, making a beeline for them. Vesemir dismounted and placed Aiden on the ground, still wrapped in his cloak.

"Aiden! Oh Gods Aiden what have I told you about wandering off!" She cried, scooping him up and smothering his face with kisses before turning her attention to Vesemir, this close he could see they both had the same eyes.

"Thank you...Witcher." 

Vesemir didn't miss the way her grip tightened slightly on her son, "Ma'am." He inclined his head, "Your son had a bit of a run in with a water sprite but suffered nothing a warm bath won't fix."

"He let me ride his horsey." Aiden stated happily, seemingly finding his voice now he was back with his parent.

"Yes, I saw sweetheart. I haven't money enough to pay you but I can offer you a meal and shelter until the rain clears, this is no weather for anybody to be travelling and the nearest town's miles away."

"My thanks, that would be much appreciated."

It was the following morning before the rain let up enough for traveling to be possible.

"My thanks again for your hospitality." Vesemir said as he finished saddling up his horse.

"Thank you for saving my son. If you ever pass this way again our door is open to you."

"Bye bye, Mr Witcher!" Vesemir stumbled slightly as Aiden hugged his leg, grinning up at him.

"Goodbye Aiden." Vesemir pat his head a little awkwardly, not expecting the hug, "Be a good lad for your mother, you hear."

"This is Aiden of the Cats, my companion." Lambert stated, staring the other Wolves down as they came forward to inspect the newcomer as if he was just daring them to say something. From how close his son was standing to the other Witcher and how their scents seemed to mingle Vesemir was willing to bet the last of his gull they were more than just 'companions'.

"Aiden." Vesemir surprised everyone by wrapping an arm around Aiden's shoulder to guide him inside the Keep, "Welcome to Kaer Morhen."

[quillsparkle]

Not Alone For Christmas This Year

IDK why I wrote this but, happy holidays everyone. This was written at the last minute but basically Sonic is getting a family for the holidays...

Disclaimer I am not sure what their religion is and I do not own Sonic (both movie and video games), Tom Wachowski or Maddie Wachowski. They all belong to Sega And Paramount. Don't like don't read

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even Sonic the Hedgehog, which was completely odd in the long run Because the kid is a whirlwind filled with talks and fun. However, when morning came, the young blue alien hedgehog was very excited and started to move. Back then, the winter holidays were always beautiful. And Sonic loved looking at the decorations around the town. However, he was alone during this time and had been for the past ten years. Every year, he would watch the Wachowskis celebrate and these are moments he somewhat resents. Because it was someone he wasn't a part of. But now, it is different because he wasn't alone for Christmas this year Then suddenly, he heard Maddie and Tom yelled, "Sonic, it's time for presents Hearing his adoptive parents made him bounce out of bed. Heading downstairs, Maddie and Tom have warm, welcoming smiles on their faces. Sonic ran down and yelled "Merry Christmas!" Soon, his parents joined in as well. Ozzie then came running, giving his hedgehog kisses that were so dubbed "very gross" but with a laugh. Maddie and Tom ran to Sonic, smiling at their boy. "Merry Christmas, bud," Tom said.

They guided him to the tree, where the presents were piled up. They each exchanged gifts; Sonic had bought makeup, fancy nail polish, and a book gift card for Maddie and gave Tom a new fishing hat, shirt, and a gift card to the local donut shop. And to Sonic' loved's amazement, his parents bought him socks, a new hat (like father, like son), and another set of boots. "This is great guys," Sonic admitted. “Wait,” Maddie said with a smile. She quickly rushed over to the nearby table and came back, with an envelope in hand. Her smile was bigger and Tom knew that it was the same one that Maddie had when she gave him his acceptance letter. “There’s still one more present to take care of, buddy,” Tom said as Sonic gave his caretakers suspicious looks.

Sonic took the envelope and tore out a certificate. Written in big letters, it says...

This certifies that Sonic Wachowski has officially been adopted by Tom and Maddie Wachowski December 15, 2020.

"You don't mean..." Sonic said. "It's exactly what it means, Sonic Wachowski," Maddie said with a dolly. "Yeah, it's official," Tom said with a smile. The boy started crying tears of joy.  Sonic stammered. "But I've always been..." "Of course you had kid. We just had to make it official. Welcome into the family, Sonic." "Come on, bring in a hug." "I'm too old for that, Donut Lord!" Sonic yelped. "You're never too old for a hug!* Tom said and he hugged the little hedgehog, much to his protest. Meanwhile, Maddie couldn't help it; she scooped Sonic up and smothered him with a hug. Sonic smiled, even though he tried acting mature for his hug. Now he knew there were presents underneath the tree, But this Adoption and parents’ hugs, were the best ones he ever had. Because now, he was not alone for Christmas this year.

[enigmatist17]

Elena Rivera had had a very long day.

It had begun the moment after she had finally passed on, surrounded by her family one moment, and in some sort of dark tunnel the next. Bones that no longer ached due to age and years of shoemaking carried her down the tunnel into...an office?

"Welcome Señora!" A skeleton with a clipboard greeted her, and after a tense moment, Elena gave an awkward wave, only to stop short at her own skeletal hand. "Feel free to take a moment, I know this can be very intimidating at first look, but you'll get used to it!"

"I'm...I'm dead." It's not really a question, but the nice woman nods with a smile. "I see."

"May I have your name? There's a lot of paperwork to get started, and the sooner it's completed, the sooner your family can come to pick you up!"

"Elena Rivera." The gasp that came from the other woman startled the newly dead woman, and she watched the worker? all but leap for her phone, dialing a number with a grin.

Twenty minutes, a thick stack of paperwork Elena filled out without relative ease, and more than a few curious workers constantly dropping by to stare at her for....some reason later, Elena was finally escorted out of the office she'd arrived in and into a central hall. It really began to sink in that she was dead, so taken by all of the various skeletons that she overlooked the small crowd heading towards her.

"Mi querida hija!" It was all the warning Elena got before she was in her mother's arms, eyes bright with a mental clarity Coco had not had in her last years. The very sight made the tears come before Elena could even wonder how she could cry as a skeleton, but right now, the important thing was hugging her mamá as tight. "Mi chica fuerte y hermosa..."

"I missed you so much mamá."

"I hope you missed me too." Another familiar set of arms wrapped around Elena, and she barely bit back a sob as her papá kissed the top of her head.

"Of course I did!" Her voice was rough, but Elena laughed when she and her parents finally parted, reaching out to lay her hand on his cheek. "I dreamt of this for a long time."

"We did too, welcome home, hija. Come, everyone else can't wait to meet you." Coco squeezed her daughter's hand, motioning to the small group waiting a few feet away, including her husband, who had passed two years earlier.

"It's nice to meet," "Imelda's successor!" Elena rolled her eyes as her great-uncles scooped her into a synchronized hug, lifting her up with matching grins. "You look great," "our little dictador!"

"That's what you're still calling her?" Victoria scoffed from behind them, adjusting her glasses as Elena was set down to take in the sight of her older sister.

"Vicki..." Her now phantom heart constricted at the sight of the sister she had lived past, and she smiled when she could see the beginning of tears. "No crying now, it's a happy day."

"I'm not crying." No one comments on how her voice wavers as Rosita gives her a nudge forward, Elena smiling at her tía in thanks before she's smothered in a hug. "You were crying first."

"Only for today." Coco smiled at the sight of her girls reunited after so long, looking up when her mother stepped beside her daughter. The sound of her boots drew Elena's attention, and Victoria made an amused noise at the look of awe on her hermana's face.

"It's good to see you." Imelda smiled as Elena let go of her sister, walking forward to clasp Imelda's held-out hand in hers. "You guided our familia well."

"I-I did my best to follow your example." Elena was sure the smile on her face could become permanent if she wasn't careful, though it faltered when she looked around. "We seem to be missing someone."

"Ah..." Imelda shook her head in slight amusement, various other family members chuckling. "You got here a little bit too early, like I warned him you would, but what do I know."

"Well?" It felt strange staring up at her idol with an unamused look, but Elena wanted her answer.

"Come, let's get you home first, he'll be back by sunset."

---

Héctor was having an amazing day!

Sure, he still hated being inside Ernesto's former mansion, but visiting his Shantytown familia always brightened his mood. It was a work in progress turning the massive mansion into a place for those who had no home, but he'd been only too happy to help out between his reemerging music career and his quiet home life. As much as his darling wife had tried, Héctor couldn't make a shoe worth his death, so he returned to his music after more than one late-night conversation.

He's whistling one of his work-in-progress tunes when he finally returns home, arms laden with some books and a basket full of fresh churros a few tía's had made sure he left with.

"I'm home and have churros~!" Héctor whistled as he headed for the kitchen, completely missing the fact everyone seemed to be gathered in the living room. "If you don't hurry I'm going to - AAA!" Héctor was not expecting the world to start spinning as something smacked him in the back of the head, eyes rolling around for a moment when he grabbed his head.

"So, I finally meet you!" The venomous voice behind him made Héctor jump, eyes landing on a vaguely familiar woman pointing a chancla at him. "The no-good músico que abandonó a su familia!"

"D-Do I know you?!" Héctor had been on the end of more chancla smacking than most men, and the world goes spinning again as the woman strikes with a speed he thought impossible.

"You should have never left home, and you are lucky I was not born then, or I would have smacked you all across México!" The woman lowered the shoe once Héctor got his eyes to stop rolling again, and he could do little more than open his mouth before he was yanked into a tight hug that pressed against a still broken rib. He could hear a snort or two from the doorway at how awkward he looked, bent almost in half with his long arms splayed out in discomfort, eyes wide as he tried to figure out who was assaulting him.

"Eh....Elena?" Héctor winced at the uncertainty in his voice, but is rewarded with the shorter woman pulling back with a slight frown, one arm around his shoulders.

"Dios mío you are a baby, far too young to be taken from the world! If I ever get my hands on ese maldito bastardo de Ernesto..."

"When - I- have you been here long?" Héctor stammers as his descendant runs a hand through his hair with a tsk, eyeing him like he was her son.

"Not long, you should listen to your esposa when she says something, are all men this denso?" He eyes her hand as Elena waggles a finger in front of his face, not wanting another smack to the head. "Ay I can see exactly why Miguel adores you, you two twigs are the same!"

"Miguel? H-He told you about us?" Héctor's eyes lit up at the mention of his bisnieto, and Elena had to fight the urge to pinch cheeks that no longer existed. "Ay chamaco, he still surprises me!"

"Elena, dear, why don't you release papá, and we can fill him in?" Coco chuckled, Héctor shooting his daughter a grateful look as he finally stood up straight with a pop of his spine. "I heard something about churros?"

"Sí, they're "experimental" churros." The tall skeleton grinned, one hand resting on Elena's shoulder as he picked up the basket he'd almost dropped. "The kitchens are being put to great use, and Tía Chello wants to hear what all of you think of these!"

From how he moved to how he let out the occasional grito that Miguel had begun to do when he was excited, Elena felt the years of hatred against Héctor fully fade. When Miguel told the family of the year he'd vanished into the Land of the Dead, he spoke about the man they had all believed abandoned the family with pure love and adoration. Héctor had done all he could that night to bring Miguel home safely, and despite being abandoned for nearly a century, he had loved his family through it all. Her heart ached at all the years he had missed, of the life he'd been denied, and as she watched Héctor let out a giggle when Coco dabbed some sugar below an eyesocket, Elena knew this man was to be loved at all costs.

First, however, he would know a full stomach by her cooking. After that?

Well, they had all the time in the world.

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~The Price~Epilogue~

Moodboard made by @badwolf-in-the-impala none of the pictures are ours

~

Thatcher led Taddie up the front steps of the mansion then stopped as they reached the doors. Taddie took a deep breath and let out a happy sigh, looking over the mansion with a smile. Her gaze slowly drifted down to Thatcher and her smile grew as he slid his hand over her cheek and guided her closer for a deep kiss. She kissed him back, gripping the edges of his jacket, tugging him closer with a soft giggle.

“Are you ready? You’ve done this once already.” Thatcher teased at her, sliding his arm around her waist and holding her close and caressing the backs of his fingers over her cheek. Taddie nodded and lifted for another kiss before she said, “Yeah--But, now, I’m a fiancée.”

Taddie giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck as he rolled his eyes at her before a smile broke across his face and he sealed his lips over hers in a deep, slow kiss. 

~

It had been little over a month since Taddie accepted Thatcher’s proposal, but she didn’t want to resume going to Sunday dinners until they had really talked--Which meant Thatcher stayed the following week after they’d made up and spent most of the time having deep conversations that ended in screaming matches and Taddie in tears, Thatcher as well, as he held her tight and apologized, speaking to her softly. It was needed-At least for Taddie. It gave her some kind of satisfaction to be able to get frustrated and yell and scream without fear that she’d be beaten or ignored for showing her emotions.

Thatcher helped her work through them, breaking them down with her, despite her saying she was done, she was fine, backpedaling and trying to avoid the awkward and uncomfortability of the conversation. He allowed her to feel like she was safe to express herself, no fear, no retaliation-Just conversation and understanding. After the first week, Taddie felt like she was able to trust him again, but not entirely. She let him stay a few nights a week, saw him every day as he’d rented a house nearby in Portsmouth. By the week of his birthday at the end of April, Thatcher had moved some of his things in to Taddie’s house, the pair deciding that the flat in Roanoke would be where they stayed when visiting Ash and the bar, but they would live in Portsmouth so Taddie could paint.

Tristan had reached out to Thatcher, telling him that they were going to have a big to do for him that weekend, though it would be just the family; Both Thatcher and Taddie shocked when Tristan said that Tyr had even extended an invitation to not only Ash, but the rest of Thatcher’s band; Dante, Dario, and Sebastian. His family knew they had gotten back together, legitimately dating this time, and it was no question that Taddie was invited as well. She was nervous, but not as much as before, feeling like she could be her happy, bubbly, talkative self that Thatcher bragged to them about.

~

As the couple walked in, Thatcher carrying in the bags while Taddie shrugged off her coat, handing it to a maid as she greeted them, Taddie jumped as she heard loud squeals behind her, making her turn. Taddie began laughing and quickly squatted down, holding her arms out as Finn and Fiona ran down the stairs and into her. Thatcher chuckled as he also shrugged off his coat, watching Taddie with a smile as she smothered the twins in kisses, tickling them and making them squeal with laughter.

“You’re back! You’re back! You’re back!” They cheered, beginning to hop around her in circles. Taddie laughed out loud then snagged Fiona, scooping her up and spinning around with her a few times.

“Of course I’m back! You didn’t miss me did you?” Taddie teased, reaching down to pat Finn’s head as he hugged her legs.

“Only a whole tons a lot!” Fiona cried, shooting her arms up in the air before wrapping them around Taddie’s neck and pressing her cheek to Taddie’s.

“I couldn’t tell.” Taddie giggled, giving the little girl a squeeze and a kiss on her cheek before setting her down to pick up Finn and do the same. Finn pressed his lips to Taddie’s cheek in a wet kiss then hugged her neck as he asked, “You’re not gonna go away again this time, are you, Taddie?”

“Not this time, Finn. I think I’m staying this time.” Taddie said, giving his cheek another kiss before setting him down. They both gave her legs tight hugs before running off, informing the entire house; ‘She’s back! She’s back! She’s back!’

Taddie giggled and felt her cheeks burning, biting her lip as she shook her head at them. Thatcher came up behind her and slid his arms around her waist and gently tugging her back against him as he nuzzled her curls and murmured to her, “You were missed, kitten. By more than just me.”

“Apparently…” Taddie turned to him, sliding her hands over his chest as she smiled up at him. “So…I know you said you told them we were back together, for real…But did you tell them--?”

“Birthday gift for my mother…How do you want to tell them?” Thatcher asked, gently lifting her left hand, kissing the knuckle just below her ring. His lips curved into a smirk as he chuckled and she narrowed her gaze at him, shaking her head with a giggle.

“You’re terrible, you know that?” Taddie laughed, letting him guide her hand over his shoulder before he sealed his lips to hers in a deep kiss.

“Oh, I see things haven’t changed. Well, at least there’s that.” Tora said, making the pair spring apart, turning to Tora as she smirked, teasingly. Taddie bit her lip with a giggle as Thatcher gave Tora a look, a light smirk of his own twisting his lips as he said, “Mother…”

“It’s wonderful to see you again, Taddie. So glad you’re safe and well.” Tora said, embracing Taddie in a tight hug, the women exchanging a cheek kiss before pulling away.

“Thank you, Tora. It-It kind of does feel nice to be back here…I didn’t realize how much I missed it.” Taddie said, giving her a warm smile. Tora returned it and lifted her hand to gently cup her cheek before she moved onto her son, kissing his cheek and giving him a hug. Taddie’s smile grew as Tyr came up behind his wife, a wide, happy smile spread across his face as he lightly held out his arms to her.

“Taddie, come here, child. We’re all so relieved you’re okay.” Tyr said, trying to be as gentle as his could with his naturally deep and booming voice. Taddie chuckled and went to him, wrapping her arms around his waist while he gave her a bear hug and a squeeze. “I’m very sorry for what you had to go through, but understand, by no means am I sorry my son did what he did.”

“I understand, Tyr. He-He was protecting me. I struggled with it because I was afraid still.” Taddie said, letting out a deep sigh before Tyr pulled his arms back and looked down at her, gently tilting her chin up.

“And your feelings now?” He asked, raising a brow, lightly. Taddie gave him a smile and said, “The Price of love.”

Tyr let out a chuckle then gently kissed her forehead before turning her back to Thatcher as Tora went to him and said, “Everyone is gathered in the garden. We haven’t seen your friends yet.”

“The boys are usually late. Just have someone lead them back. Ash as well if she does come.” Thatcher said, with a half hopeful smile, exchanging a look with Taddie. She slid her hand over his abdomen, gently scratching her nails into his shirt as she gave him a sweet smile.

“She said she’d come with Dario and the boys. I think she’s okay with being around just the family. Anything past that--”

“Nah, nah, nah, she’s not getting involved in anything, kitten, I promise. Honestly, I didn’t expect her to accept at all. I’m surprised.” Thatcher said with a soft chuckle.

“Well, we shall see, then, won’t we? Come-Everyone is waiting.” Tora said with a bright smile, waving them along as Tyr stepped aside to let the women walk ahead of them, Thatcher falling into step with his father. As Tora clasped Taddie’s left hand in both of hers, beginning to go on about the weekend, she suddenly stopped as she felt the ring on her finger, freezing mid stride as she let out a soft shriek. “Oh!-Thatcher Patrik! What is this? Have you-Are you-Did you-?”

“It’s my birthday, but I got you a present, Mother.” Thatcher chuckled, going to his stunned mother and kissing her cheek before he said, “It’s a loose proposal. We’re not getting married anytime soon, but we will in about a year or so.”

“Congratulations, Son.” Tyr said, giving Thatcher a beaming smile and pulling him into a tight hug. Thatcher hugged him back, letting out a deep sigh as Tyr gave him a pat on the back, finally feeling accepted and like he’d made his father proud. Tora’s eyes filled with tears as she embraced Taddie, sobbing softly. Taddie giggled and hugged her back, before she all but pushed her away to drag Thatcher from Tyr, embracing him as she sniffled and sobbed in Swedish. Tyr gave Taddie another hug before guiding his wife down the hall, Thatcher sliding his arm around Taddie’s shoulders as they followed them.

“This is why you need to tell people certain things, sweetheart.” Taddie reprimanded with a giggle, leaning against him as they wandered through the house and out to the gardens. He chuckled and gave a shrug as he said, “I know she’s happy. Besides, she finds out everything; That’s how we all knew about Tristan proposing at Christmas. He told Mother instead of just surprising them both with it.”

“Is that what you would have done? If I stayed?” Taddie asked, the pair stopped just before the entrance of the giant trellis that covered the large table where the family had gathered. Thatcher smiled and gently pushed her curls back before he cupped her chin, tilting it back and dropping a slow kiss to her lips.

“I still can.” Thatcher whispered. Taddie furrowed her brow, confused, then they shot up as she gasped, watching Thatcher get down on a knee, tugging a small box from his pocket. She heard the gasps from Leah and Luna, along with the squeals from Finn and Fiona. A smile slowly spread across her face as Thatcher opened it, revealing a beautiful, silver ring in the shape of a rose, covered in diamonds. “I still wanted to do this right. And I’m gonna. So--Taddie, will you marry me?”

Taddie sniffled as he took her hands, sliding the diamond and sapphire rings from her left hand, switching them to her right before he slid the diamond ring on in its place. She let out a wet giggle as she heard the soft sobs from the girls, then she tugged at his hand, pulling him to stand as she nodded and said, “Yes. Yes…You’re a fucking idiot, but yes.”

Thatcher chuckled and pulled her closer, kissing her deep and slow, holding her tight. Taddie giggled and sniffled into the kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her off the ground. Everyone at the table cheered, Tristan and Theo cheering the loudest, whistling and hollering at them, until the couple broke apart in laughter and Thatcher turned to them, waving them away. Taddie giggled and sniffled, wiping her face as she stared down at the ring with a small smile, then leaned against Thatcher as he brought his arm around her, leading her to the table. Leah and Luna rushed over, hugging her and offering their congratulations through their tears, the twins coming over to clap hands with their older brother.

Tora stood with Tyr on the other side of the table, sniffling softly as she rested her head on her husband’s shoulder, his arm around her. Thomas and Lara approached them, Thomas with a genuine smile on his face as he embraced Taddie, Lara going to Thatcher with a bright smile.

“Congratulations, Sister. Welcome to the family.” Thomas said with a soft chuckle, kissing her cheek as he gave her a tight hug. Taddie was stunned, but hugged him back and said, “Thank you, Thomas. I-I know we haven’t really, like, talked or anything--”

“I’ve seen enough. I see it on Thatcher’s face. You’ve made him happier than I think I’ve ever seen him. That takes something powerful, Taddie. You’re a very strong woman; To survive all what you’ve been through. I don’t think anyone deserves to become a Price more than you.” Thomas said, giving her shoulder a squeeze and another kiss to her cheek before he moved onto his brother, Lara exchanging places with her husband to embrace Taddie with her tearful congratulations.

~

Ash arrived with the boys and Taddie told them the news; Neither of them telling anyone about their engagement. Ash and Taddie broke down together when Taddie immediately asked Ash to be her Maid Of Honor, the girls to be her bridesmaids, and of course Finn and Fiona to be the ring bearer and flower girl. Dario and Dante both cheered and teased him about a wild Vegas bachelor party while Sebastian gave him a tight hug and a warm smile, along with a slightly tearful congratulations. Once the tears had run their course, Tora called for everyone to sit down and the food was served, Thatcher’s gifts were opened, and a few too many drinks were consumed.

Around 6 O’Clock, everyone dispersed, Ash and the boys being led to one of the libraries while the family split up to their respective rooms, Thatcher and Taddie locking themselves away for heated and passionate sex while the high of the afternoon and the alcohol still flowed through their system. Once Thatcher had spilled inside her and Taddie had gone limp, mumbling in pleasure, the couple laid there under the blankets, fingers playing with the others and sliding over arms, legs, thighs, chests. Taddie settled with her back pressed against his chest, his arms around her and their fingers laced together.

Thatcher kissed over her shoulder smiling against her skin before he nuzzled into her hair. Taddie giggled and stared at their hands, watching the diamonds glint and sparkle in the dim light. The corners of her lips lifted in a giddy smile as her stomach fluttered with excitement. Letting out a soft, content sigh, Taddie whispered to him, “You didn’t need to get me another ring, you know?”

“I know. But it didn’t feel right-Proposing to you with the ring you gave back to me…Felt a little like bad luck. If you want to still wear the sapphire, you can.” Thatcher said, curling their arms around her, squeezing her tight. She giggled and wiggled around against him until he let go and she shifted to look back at him more.

“Sapphires are my favorite. Of course I’ll still wear it.” Taddie said, brushing her nose against his. He chuckled and nipped at the tip before he kissed her, deeply.

“Good…Hey-You feeling okay? You look more tired than before…You’ve been tired a lot lately.” Thatcher asked, pulling his hand from hers to brush his fingers over her cheek. She nodded and let out a small sigh, giving him a light smile before she said, “Yeah. Just everything kinda hurts lately, I’m a little nauseous…I dunno, maybe it’s the start of me getting a two week stress sickness. Everything is finally evening out and my body is relaxing from the stress.”

Thatcher took a deep breath, pressing a lingering kiss to her shoulder before he said, softly, “Angel, we don’t use condoms…Ever…I know you said--Is there a chance? Are you late at all?”

Taddie chewed her lip and drew her brows together before she said, “Well, I--I haven’t always been…Like, regular…”

“Have you had it over the last three months?” Thatcher asked, gently cupping her cheek, lightly stroking his thumb over her skin. Taddie gave a half nod, then her brows furrowed tighter. He shifted to sit up a little more and she scrambled and stammered out, “It-It--I-I had-It w-Th-Th-They w-They were kind of light? I-I just thought it was stress…”

“Did you ever take a test?” He asked, gently. She shook her head and he quickly reached over to grab his phone, Taddie sitting up and pressing the blanket to her chest. She watched him, confused, leaning over to grab the device and unlock it before he laid back down and pressed the phone to his ear, laying out his arm for her. Taddie eased herself down and watched him speaking to someone in hurried Swedish, then hung up and let out a sigh. “Oscar is going to get one-Angel, please don’t fight me on this I just want to-”

“I do too…Just to eliminate it.” She said, sliding her hand over his chest and giving him a soft smile. He let out a light sigh and nodded, smiling at her as he lifted a hand to her cheek, brushing the backs of his fingers over it.

“You know if you are-”

“Don’t…Not-Not until we know…” Taddie said chewing her lip as her brows drew together, tightly. He tugged her down and kissed her, holding her tight as she snuggled into him.

“Is this something you want? To have kids? Tell me, kitten, because we can still try. It can still happen.” Thatcher whispered into her curls. Taddie sniffled and pushed her face more into his neck as a soft whine escaped her. He shifted his arms around her, holding her tight.

“I’ve just accepted I’d never have kids…I never thought about it…” Her voice came, muffled. He rubbed his hand over her back and kissed her temple before he said, “What about with me? What about now? Taddie-Princess, if this is something you want, I’ll do whatever I can to give it to you.”

“I-I-I don’t know, Patch. I just--”

“I see how you are with Finn and Fiona…You want to be a mom, kitten. You want kids. You can say it, it’s okay.” He assured her before she pulled back with a sniffle and plopped down to sit as she let her head hang. Thatcher sat up, gently sliding his fingers under her chin, lifting it. “Angel-”

“I still want to be a mom…But I don’t think I can anymore. I-I’m not the same person I was when I could still dream about that…I just--I don’t know, Patch…” Taddie sniffled, Thatcher gently wiping her tears as they fell. He tugged her closer, into his lap with her back against him, easing his arms around her and holding her tight. She sniffled and turned her face into his tattooed bicep, holding his arm as he lightly rocked them from side to side.

“Then let’s take it one step at a time…Let’s see what the test says and go from there.” He whispered to her. She nodded as she sniffled, turning her face out and resting her cheek against his skin. He kissed over her cheek as his thumbs rubbed over her hips then pushed his hands over her stomach, wrapping his arms around her. “I love you, Taddie.”

“I love you, too, Patch.” She sniffled, turning her head to him and letting him slide his lips over hers in a deep kiss.

~

Oscar was quick with getting the pregnancy tests, grabbing a few, just in case. He discreetly delivered them to Thatcher, Taddie immediately going to the bathroom and waiting on the toilet, just wanting to get it over with. He opened the boxes and handed her the sticks, four in all, and she quickly peed, gathered the tests in her hand, then flushed before laying them out on the counter. She quickly left the room, tugging on some clothes before she returned, then Thatcher led her back out so he could get dressed. The pair went back in together and Thatcher held her hips as they went back to the counter where Taddie had flipped the tests upside down, not really wanting to know either way.

Finally, Thatcher moved around her, going to the counter as Taddie chewed her lip, nervously. He took a deep breath before flipping the tests over, one by one, then letting out a deep sigh, bracing his hands on the counter. Taddie raised her brows then reached out, brushing her fingers across his back as she said, “Patch? What-What does it say?”

“Tell me how upset you’d be if they were positive?” He said, casting a glance over his shoulder at her. Her eyes went wide and she froze, convinced she was about to have a stroke, then he quickly turned to her, pulling her closer and cooing at her, “No, no, no, no-Just-Just tell me…What--What do you want it to be? What would you be more upset over?”

“If-I-I don’t know?! Thatcher, what does it say?!” Taddie shrieked, pushing at him, looking up with a worried look. Thatcher slid his hand over her cheek then took a deep breath as he said, “Two of them are positive, two of them aren’t…It-It could be a false positive or a false negative…”

Taddie took a deep breath, and held it in for a moment as she let his words digest in her mind first before she said, “So…We need to go to the hospital.”

“And you can’t drink anymore this weekend…Not until we know.” Thatcher said with a concerned look. Taddie let out a soft gasp and clamped her hand over her mouth, tears jumping to her eyes as her other hand slid over her stomach.

“Oh, God-Thatcher I’ve been drinking and smoking the entire time-”

“Shh, shh, shh-We don’t know anything yet. You might not be. I’ll make you an appointment for tomorrow afternoon. We’ll find out. Come here…” He whispered, pulling her closer and holding her close. She sniffled and let out a soft sob, burying her face in his chest. Thatcher drew his brows together, tightly, as his own anxiety began to rise. He never had a pregnancy scare with Lucy, but she was a stripper that slept with random clients, she was using all kinds of birth control. With Taddie, he didn’t think he had to worry since she never seemed to worry about it either. While he would be overjoyed if she were really pregnant with his child, he knew it would make Taddie feel some kind of way and as much as he wanted this, if she didn’t, he wasn’t about to force her into it.

~

They attended dinner that evening and Taddie tried to keep up the happy, bubbly appearance to keep everyone off the scent, but Thatcher saw how it weighed on her and quickly said goodbye to his family and friends before escorting Taddie back up to the room. Dario and Ash left, staying at a hotel in town as Ash didn’t feel quite comfortable enough to actually stay in the Price home. Dante and Sebastian were shown to guest rooms where they quickly passed out on their beds.

Taddie didn’t sleep. She couldn’t. Her mind was too abuzz with the possibility that she could be pregnant. While she was relieved and overjoyed that it was most likely Thatcher’s, since she was given the morning after pill and checked multiple times that she wasn’t pregnant after Jack attacked her, Taddie was terrified that something would happen and she would lose the baby. Or worse, in the process of losing the baby, she would be told it would be the only one she’d ever have. It was a constant and present fear in her mind once she was told that it would be difficult for her to even get pregnant in the first place. Now that she was faced with the possibility, her anxiety ran extremely high, not allowing her to even feel tired.

Finally, she got up and went to her painting room, but she just stared at the blank canvas, nothing coming to mind of what to paint. When the sun came up and Thatcher woke, he immediately went to the room, quietly opening the door and poking his head in. He saw Taddie, her back to him, staring at the canvas with a paintbrush in one hand, a palette in the other, but no paint on anything. He furrowed his brows and softly closed the door before he went to her, sliding his hands over her arms.

“Angel, how long have you been awake?” Thatcher asked, softly. Taddie let out a sigh and tossed the palette and brush aside before she slid off the stool, saying, “All night…I can’t sleep, Thatcher. I-I can’t--”

“Hey-Taddie, please, baby…Calm down.” Thatcher said, softly, catching her and guiding her closer to him. She let out a deep sigh and wrapped her arms around his waist as he slid his arms around her shoulders. “I can move up the appointment, we can go in now if you want.”

“Please, Patch-I can’t take not knowing. I-I-I’m freaking out.” Taddie sniffled. He nodded and kissed her temple before pulling back and lifting her chin, gently.

“Let’s go up and get dressed, love. I’m here, Taddie. I’m here with you the whole time, I promise.” Thatcher said, rubbing his thumb over her chin and jaw. She nodded and lifted on her toes to kiss him, deep and slow, before he scooped her up to carry her out and back up to the room.

~

They sat in the room, Taddie on the padded table, Thatcher right next to her, clasping her hand, tight. She scratched her nails over the back of his hand and down his arm, anxiously, as nervous tears slipped from the corners of her eyes. He wiped them away as he spoke softly to her, though he was just as nervous, moreso for her. The longer they waited, the more antsy Taddie got and she soon stood to start pacing.

“Angel…Taddie…Princess, please sit down? You’re getting too worried.” Thatcher said, holding out his hand for her. Taddie shook her head and shoved a thumbnail between her teeth. He put himself in her path, catching her and guiding her back to the table, where he lifted her onto it. She gripped his shoulders and sniffled as he inserted himself between her legs and rubbed his hands over her thighs. “It’s alright, kitten. If it’s negative, then we’re fine, we’ll go back like nothing happened. If it’s positive--”

“If it’s positive, I’ve already fucked up! Thatcher, I’ve been getting high and drinking-That hurts the baby! I-I almost don’t want it to be positive cause there’s no way it can possibly be healthy! I-I’m already a terrible mother!” Taddie cried. Thatcher wiped her face and guided her head to his chest and she sniffled and sobbed into it.

“We have to wait and see what the doctor says either way. Taddie-Baby girl, please, I need you to be calm. I’m here so you don’t have to feel like this. So you can trust that I’ll take care of you…Y-You trust me, right?” Thatcher asked, suddenly pulling back and looking down at her, now worried that was the reason. Taddie nodded and pulled him back, wrapping her arms around his neck as she said, tearfully, “Yes, yes, yes--Yes, Patch, I do. I trust you. I…I’m just so scared.”

Thatcher held her tight, rubbing her back until she quieted and sniffled as she shifted her head to his shoulder. They broke apart as a knock came at the door, then quickly opened as the doctor walked in with a wide smile on his face. Taddie quickly sniffled and wiped her face as Thatcher slid an arm around her waist, giving her hip a squeeze.

“Hello, hello. Sorry about the wait, my dear…Well, first off, you are perfectly healthy. I know you had mentioned to my nurse that was a concern.” The doctor started as he sat down on the rolling stool and glided over to them. Taddie nodded and chewed her lip, drawing her brows together as the doctor continued, “Now, as far as your tests-We did notice an abnormality, but not to worry, we know exactly what it is and how to treat it.”

“It-I’m--An-An abnormality? What-What-What’s wrong with me?” Taddie asked, gripping Thatcher’s hand so tight he began to wince. The doctor gave her a wide smile and let out a chuckle as he said, “Don’t be scared, my dear. We see it all the time here…It’s common after a positive pregnancy test.”

Taddie’s breath rushed out of her in a half gasp, half inhale of shock. Thatcher’s brows shot up then he let out a light laugh, letting his smile lift a little more, before he looked down at her, then it fell as he slid his hand over her back, saying, “Taddie? Kitten, are you alright?”

“It-I’m-I’m…Um…Okay, so-But-But wh-what about--But like is it-Did I-Cause I drink a little and-” Taddie stammered, her face turning red as she wasn’t breathing. Thatcher took her face in his hands, gently turning her toward him as he spoke softly to her.

“No, no, no--You’re perfectly fine, Ms. Price. The baby is healthy. You’re almost two months along and everything on the ultrasound looked good. I have pictures for you…” The doctor said, rolling over to the folder and flipping through before pulling out three black and white scans that unfolded, connected, rolling back to the couple and handing them to Taddie. “Everything is marked; Where the fetus is, how far long…You perfectly healthy, my dear. I do suggest cutting out the smoking and the alcohol?”

“Yes! Yes, yes, o-of-of course…Oh, my G--But w-wait…How-How do I know…I was told it would be very hard for me to get pregnant and if I did-” Taddie started, looking up from the scans as Thatcher took them from her, looking over them in awe as he teared up.

“This looks like a healthy pregnancy. If you feel any discomfort, please call me immediately, anything unusual, bleeding, severe cramps-Please go to a hospital immediately. But I don’t think that will be the case with you and I’d like to see you back in a month to get you set up with an OB for the duration and another check up, alright?” The doctor said, giving her a big, bright smile before he stood to shake both their hands as he said, “Congratulations to you both.”

“Thank you, Doctor. Thank you—Kitten…” Thatcher said, smiling at the doctor then turning to Taddie, sliding a hand over her cheek. She sniffled and looked up at him, her smile slowly lifting until she let out a loud sob and wrapped her arms around his neck. He chuckled and held her close, but not too tight this time, then slowly let his hand slide down to her stomach, rubbing it gently. “Oh, my God…We-We’re…We’re gonna have a baby?”

“We’re gonna have a baby—Oh, my God, Thatcher, I love you so much. Thank you, thank you.” Taddie sobbed into his neck, curling her fingers around the shoulders of his jacket as she cried tears of joy. Thatcher smiled as he buried his face into her curls, letting out a few soft and happy sobs of his own as the doctor walked out, letting the couple have their moment alone.

~

Taglist: @badwolf-in-the-impala @sweetwombatpizza

[pepperycar]

“Nightmares and cuddles” part 3

As Bowser’s flames engulfed Luigi Mario felt something wet on his hand, he jolted and Bowser, Luigi and everything else had disappeared. The streets were back to normal, people wandering them like nothing had ever happened there. Mario looked down to see Francis, pressing his wet nose into the palm of Mario’s glove, He could sense something was wrong as he let out a little wimper before nuzzling closer, Mario smiled and gratefully patted his head, Mario quickly wiped his eyes when he heard footsteps coming upstairs “Francis!” The lady cried opening the with her husband right behind her “I’m so sorry! I told Hon to keep him down stairs and he-“ “it’s okay!” Mario reassured “it’s actually kinda been a long day for me so he honestly helped!” The couple sighed in relief and signaled Francis to come to them, then stay “well should be all done here!” Mario smiled trying to sound optimistic. They paid Mario for the help and outside Mario snuck into an alleyway, as soon as he was out of sight from everyone, he pinned his back to the wall and started hyperventilating again, his heart raced and his hands shook violently, his vision started to cloud, causing him to drop his wallet in panic, some of the bills falling out. He tried to calm down and went to scoop up the money then stopped as he started counting it.. ‘all the money in the world couldn’t compare to what Luigi means to me’ to him Luigi was worth more then ALL the money in the world, He pressed his back against the wall and finally started to calm down.~~~~~Mario arrived at his family’s apartment, as he walked up the stairs, his heart rate had slowed but was still thudding hard against his ribs. He knocked on the door to be greeted by his Mom, she immediately embraced him in a bone crushing hug before smothering him with kisses then ushered him through the door. “Uncle Mario!” His niece (Madelyn) greeted “did you bring any cool new Power-ups for me?” “Leave your uncle alone, he’s had a long day at work!” Aunt Marie scoffed “heh- sorry kiddo, not today!” He smiled ruffling her hair, knocking her cap out of place, she responded by pulling his hat down over his eyes, he laughed “in just going to my room for a bit, I’ll be out for dinner soon.” His Mom smiled, his Uncles appeared in the hallway “so, you and the Princess a thing yet?” Uncle Tony teased, Mario elbowed him, Uncle Arthur snickered. Mario hopped onto his bed and let out a deep sigh as he tried to relax, he tried to get some rest but as soon as he closed his eyes, he saw Bowser’s flames engulfing Luigi again, he squeezed his eyes shut tighter hoping that that would make it go away.~~~~~Mario opened his eyes to find he was back in the streets, he looked up to see no Bowser but instead, Luigi.. he lay completely still, covered in burn marks, his clothes singed and a bloody stain appearing on his chest, before Mario realised, he was by Luigi’s side in seconds “Lu! Nononononononono stay with me!” Mario pleaded, Luigi coughed up blood then looked up to Mario, eyes barely open “Hey- Hey Bro... it-it’s O-okay...” He wheezed, Mario couldn’t speak, he pressed his hand to Luigi’s chest, trying to stop the bleeding, Mario froze when he felt Luigi’s heart stop.. “it’s okay bro!.. I said it myself, I’m not important.. if die.. so be it..” he coughed, before Mario could say anything, Luigi went limp, let out his last breath.. and Mario watched in horror as the light in his eyes faded, turning them gray. “Lu..... no... LU NO PLEASE!! You’re worth so much, I-I can’t live without you! Don’t-Don’t leave me PLEASE!! I need you I.... I love you..” Mario wept, all Mario could hear was his own heart pounding in his ears until- -To be continued.

[zoeyslament]

Approval (Javey drabble)

I took inspiration for this from Heartstopper by Alice Oseman, I think the panel was in book 3? I can’t remember :/

“Davey! You know what tomorrow is?” Jack took both of his boyfriend’s hands and leaned close to him, his lips not even an inch from Davey’s ear. 

“Our anniversary.” Davey blushed. “We’ve been together for an entire year, Jackie.” He cupped Jack’s face in his hands, stroking a pair of fingers down the shorter male’s head. Davey’s own face reddened as he took in all of Jack’s features; his deep brown eyes, his soft skin and very slight stubble (newly grown, Jack didn’t like it, but Davey thought it made him look cute). 

“How should we celebrate?” Jack scooped Davey up and spun him around, setting him down again. 

Davey smiled brightly. “I dunno! What did you have in mind?” He leaned up against Jack and kissed him gently. “Anything special?”

“I was thinking I’d take you out for dinner, then we could watch the stars up on the rooftop.” Jack admitted, his face flushing. Davey beamed and placed a kiss on Jack’s forehead. “That sounds amazing, Jackie. I don’t deserve you…”

Jack frowned and pulled Davey in for a kiss. “You deserve all the love I have to give.” He assured him, “You’re perfect.”

Davey chuckled. “Oh. Thanks, Jackie.” He seemed to brighten up a bit. Jack put an arm around him and kissed his cheek. “Anything for you, honey. And I hate to break it to ya, but it’s getting late. My place?”

He hesitated. “I’ll call my mum. You know she thinks we’re…too close for comfort.” 

“I know.” Jack breathed. “But we’re 18, now. We can make our own choices, and I want to be with you. Tell her we’ll stay in seperate rooms tonight.”

“We never stay in seperate rooms.” Davey raised an eyebrow. 

“I never said that would be the truth.” Jack smirked. “C’mon, Davey, you know we’re allowed to cuddle and stuff at my place!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” He giggled as he pulled out his phone, went into his contacts, and called his mother. 

She picked up immediatly. “Hello, sweetie! You on your way home?”

He sighed. “Well, actually, I’m gonna spend the night at Jack’s. Is that okay?”

Davey could practically see his mother’s smile droop over the phone. “Oh.”

“That’s okay, then?” He asked pleadingly. 

She went from being upset and surprised to sounding angry. “David! Your life can’t just be taken over by that boyfriend of yours! I don’t care if you’re gay, but you can’t just spend all your time with him. I see the way you look at him. I hear the things you say to him. You’re too young to be sleeping with him.”

“Mom! I’m a legal adult. And besides, we’re not…we never…we don’t…I’ll sleep in the guest room, okay?!” 

She sighed audibly. “Fine! Fine! Go ahead!” She hung up, exasperated. Davey sighed and turned to Jack. 

“So can you come?” Jack asked, concerned when he saw the look on his boyfriend’s face. 

“Jack.” Davey grasped onto Jack’s shoulders. “My mom thinks we’re…y’know…”

Jack’s face went red. “No! Did you tell her?”

“I don’t think she believes me.” He leaned into Jack. 

Jack took Davey’s hand. “Come on, baby. Let’s just get home, then we can talk about it.”

They stepped through the door, were greeted by Jack’s guardian, Medda, then went upstairs to Jack’s bedroom. Jack pulled Davey down onto the bed, smothering his face in kisses. When Davey didn’t perk up, Jack pulled him in for a tight hug, then met his eyes. 

“Are you going to be in trouble?” He whispered. 

“I don’t know.” Davey snapped. “Probably. My mother’s convinced we’ve done more than just cuddle and stuff at these sleepovers. I’m sorry, Jack, I just—”

“You don’t need to apologize, Davey. She’s your mom. Moms do these things, I guess.” He pulled Davey down onto his back. “Tomorrow morning, we’ll go talk to her.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Davey whispered back. “Are you sure you want to come?”

”You’re my boyfriend, Davey.” Jack laughed. “I need to be sure you’re comfortable, and if it means having me there with you, I’ll go.”

”Thanks, Jackie.” Davey closed his eyes and rested his weary head on his boyfriend’s shoulder. Jack pulled the blankets up around the both of them. 

“I love you, Davey.”

”I love you too, Jack.”

The next morning, Davey awoke to the pleasant sound of Jack whispering into his ear. Little things. ‘I love you’ and ‘you’re amazing’ and ‘my little boy’, stuff that Jack knew his boyfriend loved to hear. 

Davey’s stomach churned at the thought of what he was meant to do today. He shook himself awake, curled up in Jack’s arms.

”Happy anniversary, baby!” Jack cheered, pulling his Davey in for a long, soft kiss. 

Davey pulled away. “Thanks, Jackie. Are we still gonna…?”

”Talk to your mom? Yeah. Call her.”

He pulled out his phone, tapping into his ‘recent callers’ list. 

It rang for a few seconds before she picked up. “David.” She simply said. “Do you need a ride home?”

”No thanks. I—we—uhm, wanted to talk to you.”

”We?”

”Me and Jack.” He said, his voice trembling. 

“You and…him.”

Jack took hold of the phone. “Hi, Mrs. Jacobs.”

”Hello, Jack.”

Jack gulped. Davey could tell he was a little nervous. 

“I just wanted to…thank you, for approving of my relationship with your son. I really love him. I would die for him. I’m grateful I met him, and that he had feelings for me, just like I did, and still do for him.”

Either Davey was crazy, or he could hear his mother’s voice sound just a bit more happy. “I’m…happy to hear that.”Jack continued. “And I wanted to assure you that he and I are completely safe when we’re together. I would never do anything to him without his consent, and my guardian is always here to make sure we’re safe.”

”That’s quite the relief!” She laughed, actually laughed. Had it been she was really just worried about her son’s safety, that she wasn’t trying to keep him from Jack?

“One more thing,” Jack added, “I really, really do love him. So uhm…thanks for letting him come today. You’re a good mom, right Davey?”

Davey grinned and nodded. “The best mom. I love you.”

His mother’s voice turned loving and soft. “Thank you, David. I love you too, sweetie, and I’m so proud you’ve found someone you can be so safe and happy with. Have fun, baby. Happy anniversary.”

She hung up. Davey tackled Jack in a hug and kissed the tip of his nose. “She remembered our special day.”

Jack wrapped his arms around Davey. “Every bit of what I said back there was true. I love you more than I think you realize.”

Davey pressed a kiss to Jack’s lips. “I love you too, Jackie. I love you too.”

[hawkinshighdropout]

Happy Halloween, Nerds!

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Summary: Eddie loves Halloween, yet his boyfriend Steve isn't a fan in the slightest, but with a lot of convincing? Eddie manages to bribe Steve to dress up and go trick or treating with their daughter, Rose. Spooky/fluffy things ensue.

Warnings: No warnings, this is purely fluff/pure content. Unless you count a couple of curse words as needing a warning? Idk, I haven’t written fanfics in like 8 years so I’m a little rusty…

Note/Request: Requested by a follower to make an Eddie!xChrissy story but something in my soul made me wanna make this about Steddie tbh, idk why I'm just kinda obsessed with their pairing right now. Sorry in advance.

Word Count: 4k

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“Look what I got!” Eddie announces proudly, stumbling into the house with bags of groceries between his ring clad fingers.

The metal head kicked the door closed behind him, which earned a disgruntled little groan from Steve. He had reminded the slightly older man numerous times to be gentler so the locks wouldn’t jam, to which Eddie would always shush him with a kiss and a mumbled apology. He placed the grocery bags onto the counter in the kitchen before tugging the medium sized pumpkin out from under his arm where he had balanced it. Smacking the pumpkin twice with a look of joy on his face, glancing across at his displeased boyfriend who had just finished wiping down the counters.

“Why do you have a pumpkin?” he asked, confusion riddled in his tone as his eyebrow perked up in vague interest.

“For Halloween? Duh.” Rolling his eyes fondly, greeting Steve with a soft kiss before turning his attention to the vegetable in question.

“So, you’re planning on carving that thing and then leaving it to rot on my doorstep for the next couple months, hm?” the former jock’s tone was undeniably sassy, but the look on his face proved no conviction to his words.

“No. We are going to carve it, as a family. Then we will put it on display for all the neighbours to see on our doorstop, and I’ll throw it away when it goes bad,” he defended.

“You know damn well you don’t clear up after yourself, Munson,” he groaned, folding his tanned arms across his strong chest in defiance.

“Stop being the Halloween scrooge, you’re sucking all the fun out of this for me! Rose is gonna love it…” he pouts, unconvincingly.

“Rose is two years old, Ed. She doesn’t know what’s going on.”

“She’s a smart girl, she’s gonna love it. Pumpkins, decorations, trick or treating? She’s a kid, kids love candy! Plus, we can dress up as a family and it would be so cute..” his pout intensifies, nudging Steve a little with his hip.

“Fine! Fine. But you owe me, Munson,” he grumbles, attention quickly turning to the small brunette toddler rushing into the room to hug her father’s legs.

“Daddy!” Rose squeals, being scooped up with ease and sat on Eddie’s hip as he smothered her in kisses.

“There you are bub. We were just talking about you! Do you want to help Daddy carve this pumpkin for Halloween?” Eddie smiled hopefully, patting the pumpkin to get her attention.

“Pump-in?” Rose looked confused, unsure of the concept of Halloween or carving them.

“Yeah, baby. You draw a face on the pumpkin, and then Dada clears out the yucky seeds from the inside, then Daddy cuts out the picture! We put a little candle inside and it glows! Like your nightlight, yeah? Like how that glows? You can make the pumpkin glow like that...” Eddie explains slowly to his daughter, missing the side eye that Steve gives him for being delegated to the only gross part of this job.

“Pump-in!” Rose squeals, which settles it, they’re carving the pumpkin.

“How about you go and grab your colouring pens, and then I’ll put away groceries whilst mommy prepares the pumpkin, hm?” he offers, kissing her temple before setting Rose back to her feet.

“Okay!” Rose squeals in joy, heading off to the living room.

“I hate you,” Steve grumbles fondly.

“No, you don’t babe,” he smiles, kissing his boyfriend on the cheek and lightly slapping his ass as he made quick work of putting the groceries in their rightful places.

****

It took a little while for Steve to get every seed and fleshy, gooey insides of the pumpkin into the trash, sending childish daggers at his boyfriend whenever the two adults locked eyes. How this had become his problem he would never know, watching as Eddie and Rose sat at the kitchen counter drawing out potential designs of the pumpkin whilst Steve had to gut and empty the offending vegetable in question.

“Okay, it’s ready! What did we have in mind?” he asks, sliding the prepared pumpkin across the counter towards Eddie and Rose.

“Cat, Dada!” Rose giggled, pointing to the “cat” that she had drawn on the paper Eddie had provided her with. It looked more like a blob with a vague excuse for a tail, but at two years old? What were you going to do?

“That’s so cute, sunshine. What about Daddy, hm? What’s Daddy gonna put on his side?” he smiled, wiping a little of the marker from the chubby cheek of her toddler.

Eddie ducked down and whispered into Rose’s ear as he pointed to the drawing he had planned, she scrunched up her nose a little before grinning at her father.

“Skelly-ton” she pointed to Eddie’s drawing. It could only be described as a mix of the traditional pumpkin face combined with the Hellfire skull logo.

Raising his brows in surprise, Steve glanced between the drawing and then Eddie’s face with a soft hum of thought, making note that this was going to be a time-consuming design to carve out.

“Wow… Okay, that’s cool, honey.” He offered, grinning up at them both, “good luck…”

Steve disappeared into the living room with a drink in his hand, and a book under his arm, deciding to give the two a moment to bond over their apparent shared love of Halloween. Eddie got set on transferring the design of both the cat and his picture onto the pumpkin, his taking up far more space so he decided to compromise with Rose and add additional details such as bats and ghosts to her side. Once he had the seal of approval from his daughter that her side was up to her standard, he made a start on carving out the details.

“Daddy, I’m bored…” she pouted, having been told to sit still and be careful whilst he was dealing with the sharp knives, getting restless as any two-year-old would.

“Wanna go and sit with Dada whilst I finish this? I can call you when it’s all done so you can see, hm?” he offered, setting the knife out of reach before helping her out of the stool.

“Okay!” Rose squealed, running to join Steve in the living room.

Turning back to his pumpkin, tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth as he worked delicately on carving out each and every shape on the pumpkin. Zoning out and losing track of time as he meticulously worked on getting the shading and facial details right on every element. Sitting back in his chair whilst his spine cracked in protest, licking his lips, and setting the knife down away from him as he admired his work. A satisfied hum came from his lips as he surveyed the pumpkin, deciding that it was perfect.

Climbing up from his seat, Eddie wandered towards the kitchen drawer to pull out a tea light candle and a lighter, setting the tealight into the pumpkin and lighting it carefully. Readding the lid to the pumpkin, he reached over and shut off the main kitchen light to truly get the full effect, the corners of his lips perking up into a proud smile.

“Babes? It’s ready…” he called out.

Steve plucked himself from the comfort of the couch, setting his book on the coffee table before he wandered into the kitchen with Rose sat on his hip, a gasp of surprise coming from them both as they see the completed pumpkin on the counter.

“Careful, baby. It’s gonna be hot,” Steve offered, sitting Rose on the counter next to the pumpkin as Eddie did a slow spin of it, showing every detail to their daughter.

“Cat! Bat! Ghost!” Rose squealed, pointing out each thing as she saw it, wriggling in excitement as it did in fact glow light her night light.

“Do you like it, baby?” Eddie offered, cheeks hurting from how wide he was smiling at his daughter.

Rose nodded her head eagerly, clapping her hands enthusiastically as she was overjoyed at the new decoration for the house. Steve kissed the top of her head as Eddie folded his arms across his chest with a proud look on his face.

“We’re gonna put this outside for everyone to see, okay? Then when we go trick or treating, we can see everyone else’s pumpkins, yeah?” Eddie explained, Rose nodding eagerly in understanding.

Rose didn’t really understand the premise of trick or treating yet, all she knew was that she could put on a cool costume and get candy. She didn’t need the backstory to explain it, she was sold at the thought of free candy, as any young child would be.

Eddie scooped up the pumpkin carefully, walking to the front door and setting it outside on the porch. A few of the neighbours also had their decorations up, so he felt at home adding his house to the list of those excited for the occasion. Rose comes wandering up behind her dad, hands around his thigh as she looked nervously outside to see the other pumpkins.

Scooping up his daughter with ease and sitting her back on his hip once more, kissing her temple whilst pointing out the neighbouring pumpkins one by one. Most of them had the basic jack o lantern face on them, but he drew attention to those who had cooler things for his child to look at.

“Wow! Daddy!” Rose squealed, pointing at a particular pumpkin that a full cat’s face on the front, wriggling in glee.

“It’s cool, hm? Kitty!” he smiled, kissing her forehead.

“Okay, that’s cool…” Steve begrudgingly mumbled, appearing at their side.

“That’s the spirit, babe!” Eddie laughed at how he attempted to seem interested in the holiday that got his boyfriend and daughter so excited.

Rolling his eyes fondly as he lightly nudged Eddie with his hip, giving their daughter a kiss to her face as the three of them stood in the doorway admiring the decorations that littered the street. Eddie’s arm wrapping around his broad shoulders to cuddle them both to his chest, kissing Steve’s head lovingly as Rose babbled happily about all the lights and hanging décor she could see.

****

October 31st. Halloween. Eddie’s favourite holiday. After much convincing from his side, Steve had finally agreed to take him and their daughter trick or treating for the first time, he had even convinced the family to do a matching costume. He knew that it wasn’t something that Steve was too invested in, so he took the time and effort to custom make their outfits, he wanted everything to be perfect. Steve was going to go as Sharon Osbourne, Eddie dressing as Ozzy Osbourne, and Rose dressed as a bat.

“Really, Ed? A bat? Can’t she go as a princess or something?” the younger man had groaned.

“Don’t dampen my artistic licence, she is going to be the most bitchin’ bat child you have ever seen,” Eddie said triumphantly when he had come into the room with the finalised costume.

“Why do I have to be the girl?!” Steve had pouted like a child.

“You really want me to answer that, honey?” Eddie had smirked, a sense of pride washing over him as Steve as immediately red in the face and shaking his head ‘no.’ “That’s what I thought.”

Eddie was dressed head to toe in classic Ozzy outfit, from the suit jacket, jewellery, cane, glasses and pointed shoes. Steve had a ratty artificial red wig upon his head, having refuse to bleach and dye his “best feature” for one night, a black lace dress and a bunch of jewellery he wouldn’t normally get caught dead wearing. Rose was dressed as the cutest little bat, fangs painted on her lower lip as they didn’t think it would be safe to apply fake teeth to a toddler, pointed ear headband on her head. She was overjoyed, staring at herself in the mirror with a happy giggle as Steve looked over at her unsure of himself.

“We look great, babe. C’mon,” Eddie grumbled, rolling his eyes fondly.

“I don’t know, Ed…” he sighed, itching his scalp through the wig for the tenth time since he put it on minutes ago.

“The kids will be here soon, we can’t backout now,” he announces, the sound of the doorbell sounding through their house right after, “see? Right on time!”

Strutting over to the door, putting on his fake British accent whilst opening the door with a wide grin on his face, taking in the now-young adults as they stand the other side in their costumes.

“Hello, hello, we ready to rock out?!”

“Ozzy? Nice!” Dustin beams, mirroring Eddie’s “rock and roll” hand gesture, Eddie turning to smirk smugly in the direction of his pensive boyfriend.

“Told you!” he snorts.

“Oh yeah, good job, you’re cool among the babies,” Steve rolled his eyes childishly, waving towards the small gang gathered at their entryway, no hint of genuine malice in his tone.

“Babies? I’m almost twenty, you—” Dustin glanced at Rose, choosing to censor himself for the young ears that were around, “you jerk!” the group snickering beside him as Steve flips him off from over Eddie’s shoulder.

Turning back the kids, he looked at them all one at a time with a smile on his face, loving that everyone went full out when it came to Halloween. He loved to be around like-minded people to celebrate his favourite national holiday, unlike his broody boyfriend who was nervously fiddling with their daughter’s shoes.

“Okay, what do we have here?” Eddie started, glancing across the kids one by one with a chuckle, “Gandalf? Nice, Byers. Beetlejuice? Classic, Henderson. Batman, Wheeler? I saw you more as a Robin kinda guy, but alright. Madonna? Nice choice, Supergirl,” smiling as Eleven played shyly with her lace gloves, dressed specifically from the “Lucky Star” video, “Molly Ringwald, Andrew Clark? Perfect, Gotta love a couples costume.”

“Where’s Rose?” Dustin asked, a squeal of delight answering his calls, turning to watch the small child pattering towards the group with a bright smile on her face.

“Here!” Rose squealed, doing a little twirl of her costume to show the gang what she looked like, “Daddy made it!”

“He did? That’s awesome!” Max smiled down at the child, noticing that Rose got a little shy under the attention.

“Right, shall we go?” Eddie questioned, watching as Steve grabs Rose’s trick or treat bag as he pockets their house keys in the process.

“Let’s get this over with...” he mumbled, causing Eddie to roll his eyes.

“That’s the spirit, babe,” he sighed.

Steve had never liked holidays. What with his parents always out of town and friends who only used him for his money and his parties, he never understood the excitement or hype that build around celebrating? Unless you count throwing lavish New Year’s balls in the Harrington Home, or the one time he threw a Halloween rager that resulted in a horrific night between himself and Wheeler all those years ago. He has been a little bitter towards the occasion ever since, but Eddie had made it his life’s mission to turn that around, to start new and happy traditions and memories for their little family.

****

They make their way around their street, visiting anyone who’s house had pumpkins at their doorsteps and their porch light on, a sign that they were waiting for visitors. Steve would anxiously stand at the end of the driveway, keeping a watch out whilst Eddie would walk Rose to the door each and every time. Rose was a little shy to start with, but as soon as she realised people would make a fuss over her and smother her in extra sweets for “being so darn cute” she would happily run ahead with Eddie taking long strides to catch up.

Just as Rose and Eddie wave goodbye to their most recent host, a shriek runs out from behind them both, causing the pair to whip around in pure shock. Turns out? The kids had played a trick on Steve whilst he was left alone, with the ruse that they would go ahead and check out a few houses unattended, he was led to believe he would be alone for a moment of peace. Only for Henderson and Max to jump at him from behind and squeeze his hips to scare him, sending Steve high into the air, an unlikely shriek of surprise to fall from his lips, and swat at the two’s heads in protest.

“You assholes!” he cried the gang unable to hold back their laughs, Eddie muffling his chuckle into the back of Rose’s head as she had scooped her up and carried her back up the path towards his man.

“Y’alright, honey?” he smirked, kissing his daughter on the head.

“These assholes scared me!” he whined, throwing an apologetic look towards their unaware daughter for cursing in her presence.

“It’s Halloween, it’s literally trick or treating, you think these fools wouldn’t prey upon your scared ass?” he snorted, “C’mon, it’s okay…”

“I hate this, I want to go home,” he pouted, “my head is itchy, I’m anxious, it’s dark and it’s unsafe!”

“Don’t be so highly strung, Harrington. You’re fine.” Mike complained, starting to lead the group of kids away from the parents slowly to continue celebrating.

Sliding his larger hand into Steve’s daintier one, leading his boyfriend slowly after the group with a kiss to the top of his head. Doing his best to comfort the startled jock even though he was having none of it, his thumb brushing back and forth across Steve’s knuckles.

“Won’t be much longer, honey,” Eddie comforted, keeping them close against the warmth of his side.

“I hate Halloween,” he mumbled.

“Yeah, but look how excited your daughter is, our friends are, it’s not often we get together and have a blast like this, just tough it out a little longer, okay?” he compromised.

After taking a glance to see his daughter’s excited grin permanently on her face as she got carried around by her father, he sighs in defeat and promises to cheer up. Stopping behind the group who had just gotten candy from the next house, Eddie sets Rose down on her feet and places the candy bag in Steve’s hand.

“You take her, you’ll see why it’s worth it,” he smiled.

He takes the bag apprehensively, free hand gripping onto the child buzzing with excitement beside him, taking a deep breath before walking down the path towards the house. Knocking quietly on the door and jumping slightly as it flung open to reveal a tenant dressed as a cat.

“Kitty!” Rose squealed, waving excitedly at the neighbour.

“Well, aren’t you just the cutest bat, hm? Would you like some candy, sweetheart?” the neighbour grinned, crouching down to Rose’s level.

Nodding eagerly, the child holds out her candy bag towards the generous neighbour who gives her far more pieces of candy than she probably should, eliciting a delighted squeal from Rose.

“Thank you! Thank you!” Rose beamed, without being prompted.

“Happy Halloween, angel” the neighbour smiled, waving her goodbye before the door shut politely in their faces.

“Dada look! Lots!” Rose squealed, handing the bag back to her father to look after, the corners of his lips unable to stop the wide smile that stretches to his face.

“Yeah, baby. Lots of it… you’re having fun, hm?” Steve asked.

Rose nodded her head enthusiastically, waiting for permission before running back down the driveway to Eddie, who was kneeling down with arms outstretched, awaiting his daughter’s warm embrace. Scooping her up with ease, sitting her on his hip and showering her little face in lots of kisses.

“There’s my girl,” he sighed happily, taking Steve’s hand once he has walked up to the group once again, “not so bad hm?”

“It wasn’t… awful,” he rolled his eyes fondly, the smile on his face shows that he was actually starting to have fun here.

“C’mon, let’s grab the last few houses and then we can go home, yeah?” Eddie suggested, and the group start off towards the last couple houses on the street.

****

Once every house had been ransacked of candy and the kids had been safely picked up by their guardians, Eddie shut and locked the front door behind his small family. Kicking his shoes at the front door and turning the lights on as he drops the candy bag on the kitchen counter, watching as Steve launches his wig onto the island without a second wasted.

“Better, Hun?” he laughed at how eager he was to take it off.

“Oh, yeah! I wanna burn that thing,” he snorted.

“I’m gonna get this one ready for bed, okay?” he said, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend’s temple before wandering up to Rose’s nursey.

Setting Rose down on her feet, he shucks off his jacket and places it on the floor beside them for a moment, putting the sunglasses on the top of his head so he could see through the darkness of her bedroom. Flicking on her nightlight, the sleepy girl wobbling on her feet as she held onto her dad’s shins for support. The two worked together to tug her bat costume carefully from her frame, hanging it up in the closet in favour of slipping her into comfy pumpkin themed pjs. Her headband on the dresser whilst using a baby wipe to delicately remove the fangs from her face, scooping her up and sitting the small girl in the centre of her bed.

“Ready for bed, honey?” he whispered, voice gentle.

Met with a sleepy nod, Eddie tucked Rose tightly into bed with her stuffed bunny rabbit that Robin had gotten her the day she was born, kissing the centre of her forehead whilst her eyes closed. Reaching over, flicking on her white noise machine to ensure she slept through the night, whispering a delicate “good night, I love you” before scooping up the remains of his costume and backing out of the room. Shutting the door cautiously behind himself, making the short distance towards his bedroom to hang up the clothes from his costume.

Changing out of his getup, slipping on some black sweatpants and an old Iron Maiden shirt, tying his hair up into a loose bun before making his way back downstairs to check up on Steve. An amused smile on his face as he was caught organising Rose’s candy into piles of what would be safe for her age and what would have to be tucked away, not wanting their daughter to have anything sour or any popping candy.

“Hi, doll. You alright?” he smiled, standing behind him with his arms wrapped tightly around the small of his waist, kissing the back of his head.

“Yeah... I’m sorry, for tonight. I know I’m highly stung, but when you’re forced to be alone or exploited every single holiday? You kinda learn to miss out on things, not get excited about things, y’know… After what we’ve gone through? You fear things like Halloween, I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t ruin it for anyone,” he sighed.

“No, it’s okay. Everyone still had fun, Rose is asleep, thank you for coming with us,” Eddie smiled, squeezing him in close.

“Anything for our girl, you know that” he closed her eyes comfortably, “but you owe me big when it comes to Christmas.”

A snort laugh comes from Eddie, eyebrow raised in amusement at how he knew his boyfriend would make him put in 110% effort into the next big holiday after the way he had tended to his excitement for Halloween.

“Name your price, Harrington” he teased.

“Cookies and milk for Santa, carrots for the reindeer, gingerbread houses, full tree in the living room, mistletoe at the front door, garland everywhere, mall Santa, hot cocoa, matching pjs and lame movies all month long,” he giggled, clearly had this pined after this for a while.

“Anything for our girl,” he repeated, kissing his shoulder, “anything for my family.”

“Happy Halloween, Eddie,” he sighed in content.

“Happy Halloween, Sweetheart,” Eddie mirrored, “I love you.”

Maybe the spooky season wasn’t as bad as Steve once believed.

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If It Isn't You / Part 2

Shawn Mendes x reader. Word Count: ~3.1k Warnings: A little bit of everything. Angst, fluff, slight smut. A/N: If you haven't yet read "If It Isn't You", you may want to. I hadn't originally planned on turning IIIY into a two-parter, but this request felt too perfect. It might not be exactly what you had in mind, Anon, but I hope you like it just the same. I know I haven't posted anything for awhile so be easy on me, yeah? 😜

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Four years later…

Aura barreled into her nana and papa’s house, straight for her auntie Aaliyah, who scooped her up and peppered kisses all over her face.

Shawn trailed behind, a sleepy Ezra in his arms. He gave his mum a one-armed hug.

Karen reached for the three-year-old to take him from her son and immediately noticed how warm he was. “Poor baby.”

“No nausea, but no appetite either. His fever is at 101. I gave him some Tylenol, and I’ve been pushing fluids. Water, juice, Pedialyte, whatever he’ll drink.”

Manny stepped up beside them and placed one hand on Shawn’s shoulder, gently squeezing, while the other tenderly rubbed his grandson’s small back.

“Y/n told me I could leave him home with her for a few hours, but she’s supposed to be on bed rest. He probably would have just slept beside her the whole time, but I would have worried all evening.”

“You didn’t have to come to dinner this week at all, bub,” Karen said.

“Y/n insisted,” Shawn smirked, with a roll of his eyes. “She’s annoyed with me for being a ‘mother hen’ and said a few hours of quiet would help her not smother me in my sleep tonight,” he chuckled. “I got her all set up and Mia is on call.”

“How’s she doing?” Aaliyah asked, approaching her family, Aura perched on her hip.

“Better than I am, or so it seems,” Shawn said with a soft huff. “I don’t think she’s letting me see the full truth of it. There were no complications with the twins and she was active up until the day they were born. She’s used to being independent and completely immersed in Ez and Aura’s routines, and I know it’s affecting her that she has to stay still and depend on me more than she feels is fair. We’ve always been a team, and to have to watch from the sidelines has been hard for her.

"She’s easily irritated and reacts in her frustration and then she feels guilty when she bites at me.”

Aura unexpectedly launched herself at Shawn and when he caught her, she clung to him, little arms around his neck. “Hey monkey,” he murmured, giving her a squeeze and a kiss. He realized that this conversation might not be best to continue in front of your baby girl. “Should we help Nana finish getting dinner ready?” he asked, shifting gears. She nodded but still wouldn’t loosen her hold on her daddy.

Aura watched as Nana gave Ezra to Papa, and as Papa carried Ezra to the living room couch to lay him down. She screwed her little face into a scowl. She didn’t like how everyone was fussing over her brother. It made her belly feel funny.

She felt better when she was helping Nana with dinner and watching Daddy and Auntie Liyah tease each other while they got the table set, especially when Daddy kept asking his ‘prettiest and goofiest and specialest girl’ which dishes and cups and napkins would be best.

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Sitting at the table without a spot set for Ezy, listening to Daddy and Papa and Nana and Liyah talk about things she didn’t fully understand, Aura missed Ezy. She had always had her brother to talk to when the grownups were talking.

But even though she missed Ezy, she also didn’t like him right now because dinner kept getting cut up by someone always going and coming back and forth to check on him, even though he was sleeping.

She felt as small as an inchworm. Her little body would scrunch up tight until someone would ask her a question and then she’d stretch when it was her turn to talk. Too soon and everyone would go back to stupid grownup talk and she’d… scrunch.

Aura’s belly, and now her eyes too, started getting all twisty again. She stood from her seat without Daddy telling her she could be excused and with mean fists she stomped her foot before bolting from the room.

She almost ran back to tell Daddy she was sorry for not asking if she could be done, because the worst thing of all was when Daddy was ‘disappointed’, but her skin felt too itchy.

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Shawn found your daughter in his old bedroom, where she was stuffing things into her extra dance bag. Karen and Manny had transformed it into a room for their grandbabies with two small beds, drawers full of clothes, and bins full of toys.

He paused in the doorway. “What are you doing, monkey?”

“I’m runnin’ ’way,” Aura said, giving her daddy the angriest face she could muster, but Shawn could also see the tears in eyes so much like yours.

Shawn knelt down before her and tugged gently on one of her braids. “I wish you didn’t feel like you need to leave. I’d sure miss you. Mommy too. And Nana and Papa, and Auntie Liyah,” he continued, looking over his shoulder where they were all now hovering.

“And what about Auntie Mia, and Uncle Brian, and Grumpy and Gran? Miss Annie, Ms Kelly, Jacob and Clara and Tess would all be worried if you didn’t go to school. But who would miss you the very most?”

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Aw, Nuts

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Word Count: ~4.8k Notes: I had fun with this one, until I didn't, and then again when I did. 😜 Some angst, smut, and some fluff. Didn’t stick to the request exactly. Let’s be honest, no sexy time for three months? None at all? Come on, it’s Shawn. 😝 I haven’t written present tense for awhile, so please forgive any mistakes you might see... Might be a bit before I get to another request. I’ve been neglecting my OC series, so I’m going to try to finish the next part of that before I sift through my asks again. As always, likes are wonderful, but reblogs are better, and comments are cherished. 💕

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You scrutinize yourself in your full length mirror.

You’re wearing a blush colored, lace bodycon dress and the most comfortable of the cutest heels you own for a night out with your boyfriend.

You screw your face and huff, “Am I not attractive? Am I not sexy?”

“Of course you are, darling,” your best friend, JJ, hums distractedly.

“You would fuck me if you were straight, wouldn’t you?”

“In a heartbeat, Sweetie,” he mumbles.

You glance over your shoulder. The other occupant of your apartment is sideways in the plush armchair in the corner of your bedroom, his eyes not on you, but his phone screen.

His inattention further frustrates you. “Bitch, enough with the damn phone. I’m in the middle of a crisis here! I need your attention more than whatever sugar daddy you’re flirting with on Grindr.” You stomp across the room and yank his phone from his hands.

“What the hell?!” He snatches his phone back but wisely shoves it in his pocket and sits up properly. “All right. You have my undivided attention. What’s the goddamn crisis?”

“Shawn.”

JJ raises an eyebrow. “Shawn?”

You pout. “We’ve been dating for three months and we still haven’t had sex.”

“Wait, what??” JJ thought you were keeping your sex life private for Shawn’s sake, being who he is; he hadn’t ever thought there might not be a sex life to talk about.

“What am I doing wrong? What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing. He is wild about you. He looks at you like you hung the moon, and the stars.”

“Well then, what the hell?” you grumble.

“You’re not usually shy in taking what you want. Direct the outcome.”

“You think I haven’t tried? You do know that my boyfriend is one of the hottest men in the world, right?”

“Well aware, thank you,” JJ snickers. “Are you getting any kind of action? Come on, spill.”

“We have really hot makeout sessions.”

“Yes, I’ve seen the marks left behind,” he mutters.

“He loves my tits.”

“You do have phenomenal tits.”

‘We’ve gotten really good at second base… But when I try to stick my hand down his pants, he puts the brakes on.”

“I think the better question is, what’s wrong with him?”

You give JJ a little shove, by his face, and chuckle softly before you sigh again. “I miss sex. I really, really like sex.”

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If It Isn't You

Shawn Mendes x female reader.

Secondary (anon) prompt: "There are two steady heartbeats."

Word Count: ~6.2k ( HOLY CRAP! )

Warnings: Angst to fluff.

A/N: You should all know by now that I can't seem to write a short story, but even I'm shocked! 😜 This is the first time where I’m fusing two requests because they work well together. I always proofread, always more than once, but if I’ve missed anything, please forgive me. I hope you all like it!!

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You weren’t sure how to feel as you looked at the little window of the third pregnancy test you had taken, only to see a third plus sign. Granted, the first test you took you may have taken too soon after missing your period so you couldn’t be certain it was a true positive. Or maybe you were just too terrified at the time to entertain the thought of what it would mean.

When you started puking up your guts one morning a week later, and then again every morning thereafter, you took two more. And now you had no choice but to accept your fate.

You had always been safe. Or thought you had. You tried to recollect if there had been a time when you had been careless or impulsive, or if there had been any concern about a broken condom.

There was no question you would be keeping your baby. That was the easiest of the decisions you would have to make going forward. The most difficult? Do you tell Shawn?

Your globetrotting, world famous, now ex- boyfriend. The man you had believed, with every ounce of your existence, was meant to be your happily ever after. You had even made it to the stage in your relationship where you thought he was close to proposing.

You had weathered so much together, navigating his fame and everything it had entailed, including periodic bouts of social media brutality. You stood by each other through it all because it was worth it. Or so you promised, whispering affirmations of love and devotion into the skin and mouths of one another in those quiet moments when you shut the world out.

You still couldn’t comprehend how it all went so wrong, so quickly. You had had your share of healthy arguments and fights, but you had always worked through them after a brief cooling off period, neither of you wanting to ever go to bed angry, and it had only made you stronger. But this fight, the fight that had ended you, was something else entirely.

Abrupt, dizzying. Sharp, and unceasing. Surging, spiraling, and climactically, an explosion. He had stormed out of his condo, fiercer than a hurricane, your condo, after he had asked you to move in five months earlier, and you had been left alone with your anger and anguish, and exhausted to your very bones. He hadn’t returned that night, and had stayed gone for another 24 hours without so much as a text to tell you where he was or when he would be home. It was Brian who’d had the decency to let you know that Shawn was at least alive.

By the morning after that your things had been packed and you had left to stay with your ex-boyfriend, the ex before Shawn, and still good friend, Luke, in his guest room.

There were other friends you could have asked to temporarily house you, but you knew choosing Luke would aggravate Shawn the greatest, and at the time you had been enraged (and worried sick) by his… abandonment.

Shawn had never forbidden you from having certain friends or for spending time with who you wished to, he wasn’t that kind of man, but Luke had frequently been a point of contention between you, even though you had always taken Shawn’s feelings into consideration and limited your interaction with the other man who loved you.

The longer you stayed in Luke’s house, the guiltier you felt. And once enough time had passed where you realized Shawn wasn’t coming to apologize and bring you home, that’s when you knew it was over. You blamed yourself then, wondering if you had found anyone else but Luke to take you in, would Shawn have come for you then? Had you made the biggest mistake of your life by throwing that in his face?

Luke would have let you stay indefinitely, but you couldn’t offer him even a sliver of hope that your feelings for him might regress to what they were before Shawn, now that you were no longer with Shawn. You had loved Luke, but never like you loved Shawn. You would never be able to love anyone the way you loved your tall, curly-headed, big-hearted, Canadian boy.

So, you had quickly, fortunately, found a sublet, a small studio apartment, which would do until you figured out what your future would look like without Shawn in it.

You sighed heavily, wearily.

Shawn deserved to know he was going to be a father and to choose how much he wanted to be involved in your child’s life, but you were still hurting, aching, and keeping it from him, as spiteful as it might be, would serve him right.

He had moved on so fast. Faster than anyone should have after ending a significant, more than two-year relationship. Your heart had not only been broken but had been ripped from your chest.

Shawn was only two weeks into the first leg of Tour, and he already had some girl trailing after him all over Europe. That should have been you, was supposed to be you.

Tears fell from your eyes, streaking your cheeks; you didn’t even bother wiping them away. You had already cried so much, you were surprised you had any tears left.

You told yourself you had time to decide when and how to tell him, for you would wait until he returned from Tour. This was something he didn’t need distracting him until he had time to truly digest it.

Six weeks. Six weeks to summon the courage to face him without falling to pieces.

In the meantime, you would need to make an appointment with an obstetrician, and then start looking for something bigger than a studio.

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“Rain, rain, go away,” Alma sang from her spot on a window seat, her knees hugged to her chest.

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“Rain, rain, go away,” Alma sang from her spot on a window seat, her knees hugged to her chest.

“Come again another day,” Luis joined in without looking up from the little wooden horse he was moving across the patterned rug.

Mary sighed into her tea. “I’m sorry, darlings. I know you wanted to play outside today.”

Alma shrugged. The bit of sunlight that made it through the clouds cast the reflection of the water on the window across her like little moving shadows.

“I know you wanted to see Aunt Evelyn,” Alma mumbled, stealing a glance over her shoulder, and there was something uncertain and almost timid in her eyes.

Mary paused just before taking a sip of tea. She met her daughter’s gaze with uncertainty, and slowly set the cup on the nearby end table.

“Alma, dear.” Mary clasped her hands in her lap. “Do you—want to talk about anything?”

Alma rested her chin on her knees and rocked her head from side to side. “You spend a lot of time with Doug.”

“Doug?” Her breath hitched. “He’s teaching me art.”

Alma’s head inclined and she stared at her out of the corner of her eye. “You like him.”

On the floor, Louis giggled. “Mum and Doug, sitting in a tree…”

Mary put a hand to her chest to try and still her suddenly racing heart. She hadn’t thought about how this would affect them, and couldn’t fathom the impact of their mother dallying about with a veritable stranger would have.

“Louis,” Alma snapped. “This is serious!”

“I am serious!” Louis glared up at her. “You’re not serious!”

“Don’t fight, children,” Mary said in a quiet voice.

Alma gave an exhausted sigh and stood up with an almost violent movement, stomping her feet as she marched over to Mary.

“Mother.” Alma sighed again, this time more fondly, and sat at her feet with her head on Mary’s knee. “I want you to be happy, but I’m worried about Auntie Evelyn’s feelings. I think she really likes you.”

That startled a laugh out of Mary, and she put a hand on Alma’s head to gently stroke it. “Oh, I like her very much, too.”

“But what about Doug?”

Mary smiled down at her, trying not to laugh again. “I like him very much as well.”

Alma was quiet for a moment before she lifted her head to look up at her with a frown. “Do they know you like them both?”

“Yes, they do,” Mary answered with slow caution. “Mother is in a… unique situation with them.”

Alma just stared at her for a long moment, awe in her eyes. Then she sat up on her knees with her brow furrowed, serious and determined. “So if I like two boys in my class, it’s possible I could date them both at the same time?”

Mary cupped her daughter’s face in both hands. “It’s possible, darling, but not guaranteed. You’d have to talk to them about it.”

Alma’s eyes grew wider. “Could I date three boys?”

Mary couldn’t fight a laugh. Like mother, like daughter, it seemed. “Do you really want to date three boys?”

“I don’t know,” Alma mumbled, dropping back down and going limp against Mary’s lap. “I just want to hold hands.”

“And kiss,” Louis cut in from where he’d been playing quietly. He grinned. “Alma wants to kiss all the boys.”

“I do not!” Alma shot back out of instinct, then started to turn red all the way to her ears. “It’s none of your business what I want to do!”

“No fighting,” Mary said with a fond smile. “Louis, don’t tease your sister, or she’ll return the favor when you want to kiss someone.”

Louis’s face scrunched up, his mouth open wide to mime an exaggerated gag. “I’ll never want to kiss anyone! It’s gross!”

“You’re gross,” Alma mumbled.

“That’s quite enough, both of you.” Mary stood and walked over to Louis, scooping him up into both arms. “I’ll show you gross,” she said, grinning, before she smothered his cheeks with a flurry of kisses while he squealed and squirmed in her grasp.

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Lucky to Have You

I have been wanting to write but just haven’t been inspired and then I saw a gif of bearded Hotch and my writers block was cured for a little. Enjoy the fluff!

Aaron Hotchner x female reader

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You sat on Aaron’s bed curled up with a sick Jack, all the blankets you could find, and coco playing on the tv.

God you missed your boyfriend.

You had been dating Aaron Hotchner for a beautiful 6 months before all hell broke loose.

Emily Prentiss, one of your very best friends and former co workers was killed, your boyfriend was sent to Pakistan and you were just trying to keep yourself together let alone Jack and your BAU family. That was 3 months ago now.

You laid there at stroking jacks hair and thinking of the choices you’ve made in the past year, how proud Emily would be of you and how much you really miss her and Aaron. You pushed the tears about Emily away and focused on how far you’ve come from having a hopeless crush on your boss, to laying in his bed taking care of his son.

You had transferred from the BAU to linguistics about 2 months in to your relationship. You had always wanted to end up there and figured you’d do the fun dangerous job before you settled down. Then you met Aaron and Jack and you knew right away that you were ready to be home more, you were ready to be with Aaron Hotchner with out it being a secret.

Before your relationship began, you worked with the BAU for about a year while slowly falling in love with your boss. You two had become the best of friends. Emily, pen, and jj always told you he wanted more too but you couldn’t let yourself believe it. That is until the day he had an emergency meeting with Strauss and Jessica was called away to help her dad. You automatically offered to watch Jack. You smile as you remember overhearing Hotch tell Dave the problem.

“I know I should have a back up but all my back ups are here Dave, I’ll just ask someone to go get him and bring him here…”

You had ran up to hotch’s office to drop off paperwork when you heard his talking to Rossi.

“I’ll watch him” you volunteered right away.

It took a few minutes of convincing but finally he gave in and you spent a perfect afternoon with Jack until his dad got home around dinner. All three of you sat down to eat the dinner you made. It all felt perfect and meant to be. Turns out Aaron felt the same way.

“Y/N thank you so much” He said as he walked you to your car door that night.

“Always Aaron you know that”

“But thank you for everything. The two of us are so so lucky to have you.” He said as he placed a hand on your hip and you leaned into him a bit.

“I’m lucky to have you both” you said as he leaned closer to you “I’m so glad to have you Aaron.” You whispered before he leaned in and placed the most perfect gentle kiss on your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled as you pulled apart and he leaned his forehead on yours.

“Will you let me take you out Y/N.” He asked sweetly and you couldn’t stop your giant smile as you nodded.

Since that perfect night she and Aaron had started the best relationship she ever had been in.

As you laid in bed with Jack you thought of your boyfriend. The man who lost a team mate, a friend and been sent to Pakistan away from his son and girlfriend. You thought about how much you wished he was with you both. Curled up around you and Jack making you both smile and Jack feel better.

A few hours later you and Jack had both dozed off. You woke up to the ringing of your phone. Every time you woke up you automatically would reach for Aaron then realize that he wasn’t here. As you fought the inevitable sadness you answered your phone and heard Derek’s voice on the line.

“Is everything okay?” You asked.

“Yeah, I need you to come in got word from Hotch.”

“Be right there let me call Jess.” You said as you slipped out from under Jack.

About 20 minutes later you were driving to Quantico thinking about the last phone call you had with Aaron. You driven in to fill him in about Jack and talk to him and Derek about Doyle. Of course you hadn’t stopped looking even if the FBI thought you had. You didn’t have much time to just take him in, his voice how he was. God you missed that man.

As you walked in to the conference room where you were told the team was your mouth dropped. There standing the head of the room was Aaron Hotchner. Next to the Emily,, alive and well. You knew he had been hiding something, you also knew sometimes he had to keep secrets from you. You hated it but knew this was for a reason, as much as it sucked… you would get over it. right now all you could do is be happy your best friend was back, and your boyfriend was here. And he was sporting the sexiest beard you had ever seen.

You paused and your keys dropped to the floor as you locked eyes with him.

Quickly Emily ran over to hug you. You were thankful for her support since your legs felt like jello.

“I missed you!” She said into the hug.

“I’m so happy you were fake dead I can’t even made that you guys lied your faces off.” You said as you felt Emily chuckle into the hug and she watched Aaron physically relax. He must have been nervous you would be mad. Jj must have known too because at your words she physically relaxed as well.

“You may be the only one not mad.” Emily breathed.

“Eh they’ll get over it, being you’re alive and all.”

“Yeah well I think you’re boyfriend might need some extra support.”

“Gladly” you said as Emily let go so you could move to him. The rest of the team huddled around her, giving you both space as you collapsed in Aaron’s arms.

He scooped you in and you broke down. He had you so tightly wrapped in his arms and you hadn’t felt so safe in months.

“Y/N I’m so sorry. I I had to.” He whispered against you and you shivered and squeezed him tighter as his voice cracked with emotion. You close your eyes and take in the feeling of his hands, his handsome beard, his strong body.

“I’m not worried about it, I hate that you had to lie to me, and leave, but all I care about is you both being home safe.”

“God I got so lucky” Aaron whispered.

You knew you would always hate the fact that you had to grieve your best friend and that your boyfriend had to lie to you and be away from you for 3 months. However she couldn’t deny she couldn’t be mad at him or her friends for doing what they had to.

“Me too aaron.” You say as you hold him. “And don’t even get me started on how lucky I am to see you with this this beard!” You said flirtatiously as you stroked his cheek.

He smiled at you and winked. “I’m sure Jack will hate it but I’ll keep it for at least a night.”

You laughed and winked back to him. “ that’s all I ask.” You said and kissed his cheek.

“Now let’s get this bastard finally so Jack and I can have you home!”

“Anything to be back with my favorite people.”

Later that night You were back in Aaron’s bed wrapped around Jack again, except this time you were looking into the incredibly handsome eyes of your boyfriend. Jack had jumped for joy despite his aching throat when his dad walked through the door. As Aaron had guessed he didn’t love the beard but agreed that he could deal with it for a few days when his daddy said you liked it.

You reached across Jack and cupped his cheek smiling as he turned his head to kiss your hand.

“I know this is an awful way to do this, but please stay, officially move in with us. I know you were staying here between leases while I was gone, but I don’t want you to look for a new place. Move in with us?”

You smiled with tears in your eyes

“I was really really hoping you’d say that!”

Jack woke up just a little as Aaron leaned in to kiss you.

“Ooo were kissing Y/N” he whispered as he kissed your cheek.

You giggled and Aaron hugged you both saying “I asked Y/N if she wanted to keep living here with us.”

“Yayyyyyy!” Jack rasped out and hugged her.

“Don’t you wanna know if she said yes?” Aaron laughed to his son.

“You have your giant Y/N smile on ofcourse she said yes!” He said to his dad with a ‘duh’ face

“I am so happy both my boys are here!” You say as you snuggle them both to you and smother their faces with kisses.

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Well, here is the stupid thing I was alluding to. It’s mostly a filler chapter, but yeah.

Harley’s Plea for Help, Chapter 3

“Well, that took a while,” a relatively deep female voice smoothly drawled. The plants placed right next to the window pulled away, no longer blocking the pathway inside. The two figures who were perched right outside the windowsill took the invitation and climbed inside, the shorter of the two looking at the woman who had spoken and smiling widely.

“Auntie Ivy!” Marinette happily exclaimed, making the redhead across from her grin back.

“That’s me. It sure is nice to actually see you in person, little Marigold,” she held out her arms for a hug, which Marinette instantly ran in to accept. “Video calls are never quite enough, are they? You’re so tiny! Are you sure you eat alright?”

“Auntie Ivyyyyyy,” Marinette whined, knowing full well that Ivy was just teasing her.

“So, what took you all so long?” Ivy asked Red Hood, even as she kept her arms wrapped around her soon-to-be daughter in law. “Usually you bats are all about getting back on the streets to punch people, we didn’t think you’d be bringing her in at almost one in the morning.”

Hood shrugged, thumbs hooked in his pockets. “Your little garden fairy nearly gave us the slip. Went straight out the back exit instead of doin’ anything showy like we half expected and we almost missed her.”

“I stopped as soon as I noticed who they were, I swear!” Marinette pulled away from Ivy, holding her hands up in mock surrender. “I didn’t expect Momma to send them to babysit me before our first full day being in Gotham. In hindsight, though, I really should have.”

“Yeah, you should’ve,” Ivy agreed with a smirk, ruffling Marinette’s hair and making her pigtails go a little crooked. “And I know for a fact that you’ve done some stunts off your balcony back in Paris, so at least I know you can be responsible and hold yourself back from doing the same here. Must get that from me, because we both know it doesn’t come from Harley.”

Marinette and Hood both had to laugh at that. Being responsible was definitely not a trait that Marinette could have inherited from anybody in her family tree, that was for sure.

“Are ya makin’ fun of me in front of my daughter?” the comically scandalized voice announced the arrival of one Harley Quinn, who walked into the room in white onesie pajamas with a poker print on them. All of the “joker” cards were crossed out heavily with red sharpie, and a few of them had black-sharpie devil horns and handlebar mustaches vandalizing them. Marinette even caught one such card with a googly eye on it, the matching eye having fallen off and leaving only a small circle of since-dried hot glue where it used to be. “If you guys are gonna be that way, fine! Ivy dyes her hair!”

“No she doesn’t,” Marinette deadpanned, clearly fighting against a giant grin. The corners of her lips gave her away, they never stopped twitching with repressed mirth. “But you do. I got the pictures to prove—- aah!” Harley tackled her daughter to the ground, attacking her with tickles immediately.

“Take it back! My hair is naturally blond!”

“Yeah, naturally— hahahahaha! Sandy blonde! You— hahaha! Have just as much brown— stop I can’t breathe! hahahaha!— as yellow!”

“Hmph,” Harley finally backed off, crossing her eyes and looking away from Marinette with an exaggerated pout. “How dare you reveal my darkest secret?”

“I was a natural redhead even before I got my powers,” was all Ivy had to say, looking all too amused at this turn of events. “Your original costume completely covered your hair.”

“Don’t worry, Harley,” Red Hood butted in, reminding the three girls that he was still here. His tone suggested that he was definitely smiling under his helmet. “We found out about your hair dye years ago.”

“I just cover up the brown parts! It’s not like I’m changin’ much,” she argued before standing up again. “Thanks for gettin’ my cupcake back safely, little birdie. Oh, that's right! I made cupcakes! Hang on, lemme grab one for your trip back!” with that, she span on her heels and ran back further into the apartment. Marinette dashed over to Hood, immediately shoving him to the window.

“Quick, save yourself! Momma can’t bake for her life!” she whispered urgently. “I’ll say you were called away for an emergency, just hurry!”

“It’s not even a lie, getting away from Harley’s baking is an emergency,” Ivy agreed, waving as the vigilante took their advice and fled. It was only three seconds later that Harley slid back into the room, nearly falling due to the feet of her onesie having pretty much zero friction. Her face immediately fell when she saw that her victim was gone, leaving her standing there with a cupcake that was about twice as much frosting as actual cake, covered in sprinkles like a kid’s craft project that was smothered in glitter. The frosting was also shapeless, just heaped on the cake like a half-melted scoop of ice cream. She sighed in despair.

“There goes my chance of giving a bat diabetes. You guys warned him, didn’t ya?”

They both nodded shamelessly. “We’re not that cruel, Harley,” Ivy defended, getting up from her spot on her cushioned armchair and wrapping an arm around her fiance’s waist before she kissed the top of her head gently. “Hood got our little Marigold back safe and sound, and he’s even started a garden at his apartment. He doesn’t deserve to be poisoned by you.”

“I thought you said he got a single cactus at the flea market last month,” Harley deadpanned, making Ivy shrug.

“Might as well be a garden for him, and it’s something he’s not likely to kill so that’s a plus to me. He’s actually taking really good care of the little baby.”

“Speaking of garden!” Marinette gently took the sad excuse of a pastry away from her mom and sat it down on a side table before ushering both of them over to the living room and onto the sofa. “My garden back home is growing so big, I don’t think I can keep everything much longer. I barely have room to walk on the terrace, with all the vines and leaves and branches. Got any ideas of what I can do?”

“Of course! Do you have pictures, Marigold?”

—*—*—*—*—*

Slipping back through her hotel window at six in the morning was risky, since it involved climbing the wall and hoping nobody saw, but her classmates were so unpredictable that it was the only way she could be sure nobody would find out that she had violated curfew and snuck out. Of course, having Red Robin waiting outside her mom’s apartment’s terrace to escort her back helped. At least she knew that no street cams would record her comings or goings, and his grappling hook made the whole scale-the-hotel-wall business much more efficient.

Once she was inside, she sighed happily. “Thanks, now—“ her apology was cut off as Red Robin held up a finger to tell her to wait.

“Hold that thought, be right back. Don’t move.”

Thinking, rightfully, that something was wrong, Marinette obeyed. She watched Red Robin leap off of her hotel balcony and disappear into the streets. Immediately, she began a search to make sure her room had been left untampered— everything important had been packed in the backpack that she had taken to her mom’s place, but still. Could never be too careful. By the time she finished checking for bugs or any signs of snooping, Red Robin landed back on her balcony.

“Here we go.”

Turning to face him, Marinette opened her mouth to ask what the problem had been— only to tear up a little and walk over to the vigilante.

“Oh, my hero. Truly, my one and only savior. Knight in shining red Kevlar. I’m running on two hours of sleep and you have read my mind!” The pigtailed drama queen eagerly took the coffee that he offered her, and he sipped from a larger cup that looked like he had grabbed it from the same place. Marinette almost instantly sighed in gratitude when the hot drink lightly scalded her tongue. This. This was the elixir of life.

To his credit, Red Robin was able to restrain himself to merely an amused smirk. Probably because he was running on just as little sleep as she was. “Sorry it’s only a small, I figured it was best to have something you could finish quickly and easily hide the evidence for. If you need more caffeine, I happen to know that Wayne Enterprises has a very good coffee shop in their main hall. You’ll be touring there today, right?” He asked, taking another sip as he waited for the answer that he already knew.

Marinette nodded absently, drinking in the euphoria of her coffee as she tried to both savor it yet finish it as quickly as safely possible. When she came up for air, she said; “Yeah, that’s right. We’re touring Wayne Enterprises for most of the day, having lunch there, and leaving for dinner after the tour. Then we have a visit to the Gotham Museum of Fine Art, and we’ll stay there until about eight-thirty before heading back to the hotel.”

Red Robin nodded, then turned and looked out the window at the slowly rising sun. Sunrise was always a bit later in Gotham, partly because of the abundance of high-rises and partly because of the thick cloud cover and ever-present fog on the edges of the city making everything seem darker than it should have been. He had to be at work soon himself, which is why he had been chosen to escort her to the hotel in the first place, but that meant that he had to be heading off.

“Alright. We arranged for a bodyguard we trust to keep an eye on your class during the WE tour, but he doesn't know who you are or that we’re the ones who asked. We’re still in the process of arranging someone to shadow you after the tour, but we’ll tell you about that once it’s solidified. Until then, follow the usual self-defense procedures if you suspect anyone of following you. You have the panic button we gave you?”

Marinette nodded, gulping down the last of her coffee and carefully putting it in her room’s tiny trash can. “Got it. Thanks, again. Seriously,” she met his eyes— or, probably did since they were hidden behind that weird white film that the whole Batfam had covering the eyeholes of their masks. “I mean it. For listening to me, for listening to Mom. It means a lot. I’ll keep the panic button on me, and I’ll use it if I think I can’t handle a situation on my own. I’ll cooperate with the people you get to watch over the class, and I’ll do my best to not get into any trouble. No promises, but I’ll do my best,” she maintained eye contact until Red Robin nodded, hiding his expression behind his coffee cup. After a second, he cleared his throat.

“Well then. We’ll contact you once we have anything to say about your intel. Until then, I gotta go. And by the way?”

Marinette tilted her head curiously as Red Robin paused for just a moment on her balcony railing, aiming a smirk back at her. “Yeah?”

“Welcome to Gotham.”

And if she couldn’t help but smile widely as he grappled off into the fog-veiled sunrise? Well, only she had to know. She wasted no time closing and locking the glass balcony door, and pulling the curtains over it completely. Once that was done, she couldn’t help but do a little shimmy of Joy. She was caffeinated, she met Auntie Ivy in person for the first time, she got to sleep next to her momma— and she was in Gotham! Technically her hometown— or town she was conceived in? Didn’t matter. Point was, even with the chaos and dark energy clouding the very air, she couldn’t help but feel like she belonged in that city. Like that was where she was always meant to end up, where she could thrive and the environment that she was made to thrive in. The environment that she was born to start fixing.

She beamed at herself in her bathroom mirror as she gave herself one more once-over. Yeah, so far her visit to Gotham was going much better than she could have hoped. Now, she just had to make sure it stayed that way.

Three businesslike raps sounded against the door to her room, just in time for Marinette to feed Tikki one more cookie and straighten her purse on her shoulder. Madame Mendelieve’s voice called out from the other side of the door in her usual no-nonsense bark;

“Dupain-Cheng! Room check! It’s time to get up, we’re meeting down in the lobby in ten minutes.”

Marinette ran up to the door, not quite able to contain her energy, and swung it open with her trademark large, beaming smile.

“Way ahead of you, Madame Mendelieve!”

Her science teacher blinked, adjusting her glasses on her nose as if she couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing.

“Ah. You’re already awake and ready?”

Marinette giggled and nodded. “Yup! I was so excited for the tour that I could barely sleep! Does the hotel breakfast include free coffee?”

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The hotel breakfast did, in fact, include coffee. What it did not include, however, was free coffee that Marinette could reasonably stomach. Especially after the heaven in a cup that Red Robin had gotten for her earlier, the watered down motor oil in the hotel lobby had been unbearable. She had barely managed two sips before regretfully throwing the rest away. Which is what brought her to stand in line at the very same coffee shop that Red Robin had mentioned was in the main hall of Wayne Enterprises, as the rest of her class mingled and waited for their teachers to check their tour group in and their tour guide to arrive.

“Hmm. Sorry, this is my first time ordering here,” she apologized when she reached the counter, gaining a slight lopsided grin from the barista at the register. “Um, I usually like strong coffee, with a lot of caffeine, but I also like something sweet. I don’t need anything too complicated though, do you have any recommendations?”

The barista gave her a customer service smile that seemed just a tad softer at the edges than usual. “Sure! So, we can add an extra shot or two of espresso to any of our drinks, to make it stronger and give it an extra kick. If you’re looking for good sweet flavors, the classics are our white chocolate or caramel. But we also have a seasonal syrup right now that I personally love, which is our cinnamon butterscotch. Did you wanna try that?”

Marinette smiled widely. “That sounds delicious! Then, if I could have your largest size café latte, hot, with… two extra shots and that syrup? Does that sound good?”

The barista actually let loose a soft laugh, already keying in the order. “If you’re a coffee lover and a sweet tooth at the same time, then you’ll love it. If not, come back during your tour’s lunch break and I’ll make you something else.”

Marinette made a little more small talk as she handed over the proper cash for the order, and grabbed her drink after just another minute’s wait. She turned around, taking a sip of the unsurprisingly heavenly coffee and started off to join her class.

Only to realize none of them were where she had left them. She sighed, starting to reach into her purse to see if anyone had texted her about where they were going, but a heavy presence stopped her. She could feel him approaching from in front of her, slightly to her right, but she couldn’t hear him at all. On guard, she straightened up and turned to observe the potential threat.

A security guard. Marinette blinked, running over what she had been told earlier that morning. Was he..?

He seemed to notice her instinctually defensive posture because he raised his hands to show he meant no harm. “Sorry, didn’t mean to catch you off guard,” he apologized. “I’m the guard that was assigned to your tour group. I offered to stay behind until you got your coffee while the rest of your group went ahead and got the run-down on all the boring rules and whatnot of the tour. Figured you’d already know everything they had to say anyway, you’re the class president right?”

Marinette relaxed her posture, nodding and sending the man a relieved smile. “Yeah, that’s right. Well, that explains why they left without me then. Usually Madame Mendelieve is strict about following rules though, how’d you convince her to go on without me?”

The man chuckled, jerking his head to show that she should follow him as he began to lead the way to a side door. Marinette kept her guard up just in case, but wasn’t too worried. If nothing else, she was still in the middle of a super crowded building and the other security guards around didn’t seem concerned. She could easily yell for help if she needed to.

“Well, can’t you tell it was my devilish charm?” He teased, grinning. He waited until she rolled her eyes to continue; “but really, I’m like a second tour guide. She made me show a lotta proof that I’m actually assigned to you guys and not just faking it, not that I can blame her. Eventually she saw the logic in my suggestion and agreed. See, there they are,” he pointed casually ahead of them in the large side hallway they had entered. Sure enough, near the end of the hallway was her class at what looked to be the tail-end of a standard rules-and-guidelines speech from the tour guide. “By the way,” the guard spoke up again, holding his hand out. “My name’s Jason. You’ll be seeing me more often, since I’m supposed to guard you guys for all of your visits to the Tower. Call me if you need help with anything, ‘kay kid?”

Marinette grinned, now positive that this guy really was the guard that Red Robin had said was assigned to her class. She switched the hand she was holding her coffee in so that she could properly grab Jason’s hand for a shake.

“Got it, Monsieur Jason. Let’s both hope I don’t end up needing your help though, I think that would be easier on both of us,” she joked, earning a chuckle from the large man. And— yeah, now that she was relaxed, he really was big, wasn’t he? Then again, Marinette didn’t always realize when people were a bit larger or more buff than they should be. Living with her dad had seriously skewed her perception of the normal size of an adult male (which, she learned when she was seven, most definitely was not almost seven feet tall and muscled enough to make a pro wrestler jealous). But she would like to think she had gotten better in that aspect, and Jason was definitely a big guy. A little over six feet tall, she thought, and though the guard outfit hid a good portion of his physique, she could tell he carried enough muscle to do serious damage if he wanted to.

With a wave, she left him to join her class and sipped at her latte. She had figured that the Bat Clan’s criteria for civilians that they would put to guard her class had to be high, but now she had to wonder just how high. Most police officers or security guards were fit, sure, but not like Jason. Casting a quick glance back at him, she confirmed that he had quite a few faded but visible scars. Again, more than your average officer even for Gotham. Who had they tasked with her class’ safety, exactly?

An elbow in her side distracted her from her thoughts, forcing her to blink and stop her cup from going back to her lips. The grin of none other than Adrien Agreste greeted her when she snapped out of her own head long enough to pay attention to her surroundings. He jerked his head to indicate that the class was already starting to move off.

“Come on, Mari or you’ll get left behind again,” he teased. She grinned back at him, rolling her eyes but falling into step beside him as they followed at the back of their class. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were gonna marry that coffee. You haven’t zoned out that badly in years,” his tone was light and cheery, but Marinette didn’t miss the concern in his emerald eyes. She sighed, gently bumping her shoulders against his in silent reassurance.

“I’m fine. Just didn’t get much sleep last night, that’s all. But this really is good coffee. Elixir of the gods,” then, just to provoke him, she took a giant gulp of the still steaming hot drink. Adrien grimaced in pained sympathy even though Marinette didn’t seem affected at all.

“Oww, Marineeeeeeeeeette,” he whined. “Don’t do that, my throat hurts just watching you guzzle hot coffee like that,” he complained, rubbing at his neck to make his point clear.

“Wimp,” she teased, unrepentant. Adrien just groaned dramatically.

“I’m not a wimp, you’re just concerningly used to burning your throat from the inside out,” he accused. “Anyway, how’d it go?” He was being deliberately vague, but it was obvious to her what he meant. He was only one she had told about visiting her mom, after all, just in case she needed a quick getaway.

In fact, he was the only one of her friends that she had even told about her biological parents. Alix knew too, but only because of time shenanigans. Marinette was fine with it now, but still.

“It went great,” she smiled widely at him, keeping her voice low but casual. “If I have a chance, I’ll introduce you sometime during the trip. I have a feeling you’ll love Auntie Selina, but I have to meet her first. All I have so far are stories.”

“Fair enough,” Adrien agreed easily. “But you don’t have to, you know that right? I’d love to meet your family, but I’m also fine just being your pseudo-brother like I have been up until now. I know it might be a bit… uncomfortable, for you.”

“Nah,” Marinette shrugged. “Nerve wracking, maybe. But that’s also about half the things that I do in my life period, anxiety is no joke. I’ll catastrophize for a while, but I know you’ll love them and they’ll love you.”

“Sounds like they have paw-some taste,” he didn’t even miss a beat with his puns, earning a playful glare for his efforts.

“Never mind. You’re a heathen. Disowned. Who are you?”

“Mariiiiii,” he whined, causing them both to laugh for a while before focusing on the tour.

So far, so good, Marinette thought.

—*—*—*—*—*

Part 1 Part 2

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𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬:  Your life is as good as it gets. The perfect husband, the perfect daughter, the perfect job. But what you are unaware is that your husband is a deadly assassin and your long-lost friend, now a fearsome mob boss is hell bent on getting you back. But what you don’t know can't hurt you, right?

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦:  psychological disorder, PTSD, domestic abuse, yandere, obsession, violence, cursing. If you find any of this triggering please DNI. Also inform me if I left something out.

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You stared at the ticking clock, counting the seconds for his return, while Iris played with her stuffed tiger that her dada had bought for her. Her father was finally coming home after serving for a really long time in the military. Bucky was everything you had wanted and more. 

Though you both had a small and cute wedding when you were way too young, it still was one of the best days of your life. Since the day you had met him, he had been hell bent on joining the army as he somehow felt the need to protect people after what had happened to his father. So, after serving his first term, while you were still a second-year graduate student, he had proposed and you had accepted without wasting a second.  

Soon you had found yourself pregnant, during your pregnancy, he had been there for your every beck and call. You still remembered his face when Iris was born; it was filled with such adoration and love, you knew you wouldn’t have to worry about anything. Iris was literally the female version of her dad, her cute nose, her lips and most importantly her blue eyes; her eyes had played a small role in naming her.

Having a kid and completing your medical residency had been tough, but whenever Bucky was home, he took care of all the housework and kept Iris busy for as long as possible. Just one thing which you didn’t like was all this time he spent away from home and the immense risk that came along with being on active duty. But he wasn’t just your Bucky, was he, he was Sgt. Barnes, too.  

But now as you sat staring at the clock, you feared that when he returned, Bucky wouldn't be the same man he was. While on duty, there had been an explosion and he had lost his arm. Hearing his voice on the phone was enough to tell you that he was broken. You were waiting to take him in your arms and tell him that it would be fine.

Just then the bell rang and you quickly got up and unlocked the door. And there he was, his eyes without their usual luster, filled with unshed tears. As Iris ran towards him, he quickly scooped her up in his right arm. “dada! I missed you s’much” she said kissing his face. You wondered whether she didn’t notice or was simply ignoring his missing arm after you gave her a little ‘talk’ about it. “I missed you too Rissie! I love you my little princess!” he said smothering her with kisses. “I'm a Queen!” she exclaimed. “Alright your majesty. Now may I enter your palace and meet my wife?” Iris pretended to think and then exclaimed a yes.  

“Hey, don’t cry” he said as he dropped Iris down. You hadn't even noticed that you were crying. You quickly wrapped him in your arms and he held you tight, fearing that you might slip away. You both didn’t speak for a long time, you were too busy being buried in each other's neck, but then you felt the moisture collect on your shoulder. As you let go, you realized his dam had broken and he was crying too.  

“I love you Bucky bunny” you said playfully. Somehow long back, you had come up with this nickname while watching Looney Tunes; your magnificent brain had somehow morphed Bugs Bunny into Bucky bunny. He pretended to hate it saying it sounded like some porn stars name, and therefore you teased him even more. “I love you too.” he replied staring deep into your soul.

☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎

As you both retired to your bedroom after ensuring Iris was fast asleep, you simply laid in bed without talking. Your hands were quietly exploring the same planes of his body you had travelled a million times over. You hesitated to touch his arm at first, fearing whether he was comfortable with it or not. But as you slowly began to trace the scars, he let out a long breath.  

You wished he didn’t have to suffer this; you wished all went to the way it was previously; you wished that his eyes shone just as brightly as they did before. But that didn’t mean you loved him any less now. Though throughout the day he pretended to be just fine, you knew he wasn’t even close to being fine.  

“Are you going to leave me?” he finally broke the silence. You couldn’t help but give him a confused expression, why would he ask that? “You don’t have to pretend. Not with me. Just say and I'll go. I don’t want to be a burden to you... ” you shut him up by kissing him. “I am not leaving you Buck. I’m gonna stick with you like an octopus.” you said chuckling. “Buck, we’ll go through everything and anything if we are together. I just want you to be happy. We'll make it work; we will find a way. And trust me when I say I love you more than anything.”

You spent the entire night, tangled in each other, telling him how much you loved and cherished him.

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You were tired and your back was aching after performing a long surgery. As you opened the door, you were greeted with the smell if your favorite dish being cooked in the house. As you walked straight to the kitchen you were stunned to see Bucky somehow managing to cook with Iris sitting on the kitchen counter. Though the kitchen was a mess, you weren't going to complaint, all you could see was the blinding happiness on his face.

“Look who is back! Guess what mama bear?” Bucky said joyously. You wondered what was the reason behind his joy. “Daddy is gonna get his arm back!” Rissie exclaimed happily. This wasn’t news to you though. You had talked to Bucky about getting a prosthetic arm and he hadn't been half this excited. Seeing your confusion Bucky responded “Well, I got a call this morning. They are not only giving me my job back but giving me a cool new arm. I'll be on duty again!”  

You weren't sure whether to be happy or sad. You were euphoric about Bucky’s job and arm but at the same time you were worried for his life. “That’s amazing Buck!” you hugged him tightly as Iris slipped between you two. Your eyes were filled with happy tears. He was happy and that’s all that mattered right now.

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FOUR YEARS LATER

You finally had a holiday from your hectic schedule as a surgeon. Iris was off to school and after some pushing you had persuaded Bucky to go get groceries. You wondered what had happened to Bucky. Something had changed after he got that arm, rather everything had changed. He wasn’t lively anymore, he got irritated at small things, stared off absently into space not responding to anything, he constantly looked behind his back, nor did he laugh at any of your jokes, you missed his laughter and that's what hurt you the most.  

Not to mention the horrid dead blank stare he gave you some days, intently looking at your every move like a predator, that thing scared the shit out of you. In the past two years not once you and Bucky had accepted Thor’s dinner invitations. You didn’t have many friends, you just had one, Thor. He was with you since your residency and you both worked together as trauma surgeons. Bucky and Thor had become quick friends too and the three of you went on many double dates. But that was a thing of the past. Now, whenever Thor invited you, Bucky simply came up with a stupid reason to not go. Bucky had become so closed off; he wasn’t the thoughtful and jolly Bucky you fell in love with.

Now that you finally had the house to yourself, you had decided to go on a cleaning spree. Currently you were in your bathroom; busy cleaning with your mop, when you accidentally slipped on some spilt soap water and ended up falling right beside the bathtub, your mop flew up and hit the ceiling tiles, thus displacing them. Suddenly a small diary fell right on your head. Placing your right hand on the ledge of the bath tub, you waited for everything to settle down and cursed loudly. “Fuck you, you goddamning son of a bitch! Everything had to fall on my head! Pathetic!”.  

You saw that you mop as now dangling on the bath tub and that stupid diary which had apparently fallen from heaven knows where was laying right beside you. As you looked up, you noticed the displaced tiles and realized that’s where this must have fallen from. As you picked up the diary you noticed there wasn't any dust on it, so there wasn't a chance that the previous owners might have left something in the false ceiling above. And it definitely wasn’t you, Iris was too small to keep something there; that only left Bucky. But why did he never mention this diary before. What exactly was he hiding?

As you opened the diary, you realized that you couldn’t understand a single word written. It felt as it was written in some highly complex code language. You were sure it wasn’t any language spoken everyday by sane humans. As you flipped through the pages you realized that every page was written in the same format. At the top was presumably some names written in the code and the rest was probably the information of that person.  

You wondered how did Bucky know this language? And why didn’t he ever tell you about anything, heck, he didn’t even mention it. And whose names had he written like it was the most confidential file? You got up and quickly closed the lid on the toilet and climbed up on it. You stuck your hand inside the hollow ceiling above to check if he was hiding something more.  

Your hand caught something and you pulled it out, only to realize it was a laptop. You wondered why he needed a second laptop when he already had one for work purposes in the home office. You took the laptop and the diary and sat down in the bathroom itself, so that if you when you would hear Bucky come you would simply put everything back up in the ceiling. You opened the laptop and saw it was password protected. You decided you would have two tries at unlocking the laptop and if you didn’t crack it, you would simply confront him.  

You first tried out typing Iris's name and her date of birth. But it was denied access. You thought for a minute more and entered your own name and your birthdate. And access was granted to you. You didn’t know whether to be happy that he had kept your name as his password or angry that he had been lying to you about whatever this was. As the laptop opened, you saw various files in it. You tapped on one and it seemed to open on a person’s resume. No, it wasn’t a resume, it was that person’s entire life history. It was like those files the assassins carried in movies with all the information about their target. You wondered what Jason Bourne shit this was.

As you read his name and saw the photos attached with it, you felt as if you had seen this person before. As you scrolled further, it finally clicked. A year before this person, who held a high position in the United Nations, was all over the news due to his untimely death caused by a heart attack. You had absolutely no interest in worldly matters, you already had a million problems on your head so you hadn't paid much attention and had not given a flying fuck. But now suddenly sweat was covering your forehead. You were worried sick as to why Bucky had all this information stored in a secret computer.

As you scrolled further, you almost reached the end of the file and that’s when you saw the video. With shaky hands you opened it. It seemed to be the security footage of that man’s bedroom and its resolution was pretty shitty. For the first few minutes all you saw was the man sleeping peacefully but as the video continued, you noticed it. The window in his room was slowly lifted as a man entered. He seemed to be dressed in tactical gear, his face was covered by a mask, but he was given away by one tell-tale sign. His arm. The metal arm with a red star on it glinted in the moonlight and you knew it was Bucky.

You watched as Bucky quietly walked towards the sleeping man. As he stood near the bed, he produced something from his pocket and bent down. As you strained your eyes, you saw that it was an injection. Your eyes widened as you clapped your hand around your mouth. That man hadn't died due to a heart attack, at least not natural. He was murdered by Bucky!

You opened another file, then another, they all were the same. In the beginning it was the information about the person, then a report as to how they died and then a video. All of them were well known figures; and all of them had been assassinated by Bucky. In one of the videos, you saw him choking the life out of a man with his metal arm and your mind wandered to the many times you would playfully tell him to choke you with the metal arm while fucking you; your hand unconsciously went to your throat at the thought.  

Then you opened a file titled: The Winter Soldier. That was weird you thought, the other files were given numbers but not names. As you opened the file, you realized it was Bucky’s own. Apparently, his codename was The Winter Soldier. Everything about him was stated in that file systematically. His background, his education, his military career and the worst of all, there were your and Iris’s photos too. As you continued to read, you realized he wasn’t working in the military anymore. Four years before, the people who had called him were from an organization named Hydra. The name and symbol itself sent chills down your spine. God, was Bucky so stupid, the octopus symbol itself screamed that Hydra was up to no good.

In the beginning, you couldn’t believe Bucky had gotten such a fancy and technological advanced arm. Looking at it you wondered how much it cost, the material and the functions would make it no less than a few million dollars. Now why would the government spend so much money on a sergeant, not that Bucky didn’t deserve it but you were curious.  

It felt as if he was hiding something from you. But you didn’t as ask as you knew he’d come around and tell you soon anyway. He needed time and you had plenty to give. But he never did. You had asked so many times whether the star was a tattoo of some sort and he had always deflected your questions. But now after reading this, you knew what all this was for. The arm, the pay raise, the irregular schedule, it was all Hydra. And Bucky was a professional assassin, and that too a deadly one.

Your eyes watered and bile rose to your throat as you saw a list, it was all the people he had killed, and the list was pretty big. You quickly placed the laptop besides you and began to puke your guts out in the toilet. In all the panic you failed to notice that a person was holding back your hair and soothingly rubbing your back.