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heavenlyakin · 1 year

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Atsumu Miya x Fem!Reader

Here's a little late Valentine's Day fic! Minors DNI.

Genre: mild angst, fluff, and smut (the holy trinity!) oh and a little comedy

Warnings: some light couple fighting/bickering, cunnilingus, fem reader.

Word count: 2.6k

Atsumu nearly loses it as you clench around him, body writhing beneath his. Your eyes flutter shut and your mouth parts open to let out another breathless moan. He fights back every urge he has to bust in you now, not wanting to end the pleasure for either of you.

“Tsumu,” you whine, your eyes opening, glossy with love and lust.

He can’t take it anymore. There’s nothing he can do to stop himself. He cums deep inside you with a final thrust, his breath catching and then a groan escaping. He opens his eyes to look at you, but you start to fade from view.

Atsumu wakes up abruptly, jerking his arms and sitting up. His forehead drips sweat as he shakes his head. Another wet dream, he realizes. Flipping the covers off him, he sees he’s made a mess of himself again. He flops back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and wishing you’d just come home already.

Looking over at his alarm clock, he sees it’s 3:34 am, just after lunchtime for you on the east coast of the United States. He never imagined you’d go no contact while visiting family back home, but he also never imagined you’d have such a detrimental fight just hours before your flight.

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2 Weeks Prior

“That’s really close to Valentine’s day, right?”Atsumu asks you, peering over from the couch. You’re surprised to see he’s looked up from the volleyball game he put on half an hour ago.

“Yeah, I’ll get back here on the 14th, actually.” You tell him, drying the final plate and putting it away in the cabinet.

When you look back at Atsumu you see he’s frowning.

“Look, I didn’t buy the ticket. If you have an issue with it, take it up with my dad.” You walk over, sitting down beside him on the sofa.

He wraps his arm around you and you lean into him, curling up on the sofa beside him. His fingers lazily stroke your arm as you sit with him in silence. He’s watching the Argentinian team again, the one you can never remember the name of. All you do know is that one of the players is from Japan and going to be playing in the upcoming Olympics against Atsumu this summer. You assume he’s keeping tabs on him.

“What if you didn’t go? I’ll pay to change your flights so you go after Valentine’s day and once practices pick up and I’m not home as often. I-”

“Atsumu, why don’t you want me to go home?” You snap, sitting up and moving his arm off your shoulder. “I haven’t been home in over a year and missed Christmas with them.”

“Baby that’s not-”

“No, it is. You’ve been whining about this trip since my dad booked the flight.” You stand up, storming out of the room and to your bedroom, shutting the door behind you.

Atsumu has never made a big deal about Valentine’s day before, given you’ve spent two previous together you didn’t think it would be bad getting in on that day. Sure, you’ll be jetlagged and exhausted, but you’d still be able to go out if he wanted to, but last year you had takeout in your pajamas after a particularly long practice. Why would it be any different, especially since his prep for the Olympics has already been so intense, and will only begin to pick up more?

Either way, he’s not getting his way this time. It's not like you’re keeping score, but you tend to give in to his wants more now that you’ve moved in together, even sacrificing Christmas with your family to spend it with his family and meet Osamu's baby. How does he not understand that you just need a few weeks to spend with your family as well?

You grab your suitcase from the closet and begin to fill it, rather haphazardly. You’re more productive when you’re worked up, anyways so you might as well use the energy. Plus you leave tomorrow night, it’s not like you have too much longer to get your stuff together.

A light rasping knock draws your attention to the bedroom door. “Baby, I’m sorry, I just am going to miss you is all.” He says opening the door and leaning on the frame, looking rather defeated.

“It’s fine,” you tell him, going back to packing your bag. “I just need some time to pack and then sleep before the trip tomorrow.” Atusumu looks defeated but smiles anyways and leaves the room.

Even though it’s clear he feels terrible about pestering you, it’s too late now for your attitude to shift. It’s not like you enjoy your sudden shift in mood, but once you're feeling foul there isn’t much you or anyone else can do about changing it. Overall, it’s just better to let you ride it out.

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Your nails bite into your palm as the plane starts to land. Flying has always been fine, but the landing has always made you nervous, mainly because you hatehow it makes you bounce around. Luckily, you didn’t have anyone beside you for the flight back home to Japan, so you have been comfortable for the long journey.

You find yourself picturing Atsumu fighting the airport traffic, cursing and threatening to honk at the people in front of him. Usually, he’s the one at fault, but you’ve learned to just let him rant and rave since he never actually makes a fool of himself to others… just threatens it.

The next half hour goes by in a flash, it’s grabbing carry-ons, waiting in line, and fighting for bags at baggage claim. Next thing you know, your phone is buzzing with Atsumu’s picture as he calls you.

“Hi baby,” you answer softly, but loud enough to be heard over the airport chaos.

“I’m right outside your terminal. Are you already off the plane?” He asks, not sounding as excited as you expected him to be.

“Yeah, I just grabbed my bags.” You tell him.

“Alright.” He’s in a mood, you assume. He’s rarely this short with you.

Okay, I’ll be there soon.” You hang up as you head towards the exit doors.

You see his car before you’re out of the doors. He managed to get a good spot right up front. Dragging your suitcases behind you, you manage to make it to the car without pulling anything. You’d only brought a carry-on home, but your parents had gone overboard to make up for your missing Christmas, you had to pay for two checked bags to bring back.

Atsumu jogs towards you, taking the bags from you and loading them into the car, silently. He smiled, but that’s the most affection you received from him. You slide into the passenger seat, pulling out your phone, and scrolling to find some pictures to show Atsumu on the drive home and tell him about your trip. He hadn’t texted you much during the time you were away, so you assumed it was because he was so busy with practices so you didn’t bother calling or texting him more either.

Atsumu gets in the driver’s seat and starts to take off. “Want to see some of the pictures from my trip?” You wave your phone around smiling. “Everyone missed you this time.”

“Everyone?” He side-eyes you, and you frown.

“What’s up your ass?” You ask, putting your phone away in your pocket. “I thought you’d be excited to see me.”

He sighs, gripping the steering wheel harder. “You texted me twice, in two weeks. You never called. You were angry when you left. So, sorry if I’m not the Mr. Sunshine you expected.”

“You’re seriously mad at me?” you almost laugh but decide it’s better if you don’t. It’ll probably only antagonize him more. “You could have texted or called me, but you didn’t.”

He looks over, his brows furrowed. Opening his mouth, it looks like he’s about to speak but then he closes it again, deciding against whatever he was going to say.

“Happy fucking Valentine's Day.” You sigh, leaning against the door of the car, looking out at the city as it passes you by.

The rest of the car ride home is deadly silent. Neither of you even bothered to put on the radio or Spotify. It’s awkward but you refuse to give an inch and apparently, Atsumu feels the same way. You sneak a glance at him as you pull into the parking garage of your apartment, seeing he looks exhausted. How hadn’t you noticed that before?

Maybe you should give in, you think to yourself. Before you left you had been snippy with him, even if you felt like he was trying to get you to not visit home. It’s stupid, how high your temper can run without stopping over little things like silly comments. You hadn’t even thought about it while you were gone, only focused on visiting and getting back here; home.

Atsumu parks the car, and you look over at him again. His knuckles are still white from gripping the steering wheel.

“Let’s not fight anymore.” You suggest softly, knowing his stubbornness won’t let him give in. This could be worse than the Cold War if you let it continue.

He sighs, his hand reaching up to his forehead. He runs his fingers through his blonde hair, pushing it back from his face. “It’s been hell. These last two weeks, absolutely agonizing.” He admits, leaning back against the seat and looking over at you.

“I’m sorry, Tsumu, I didn’t know.” You tell him, reaching out and taking his hand.

“Wanna know something funny, though?” He smiles, the silly grin you love so much.

“Sure,” you squeeze his hand softly.

“I kept dreaming about fucking you, I couldn’t get it out of my head.” He laughs, tilting his head back and looking at the roof of the car. “God, I even came a few times in my sleep. Can you believe it?”

“Oh god,” you laugh with him, imagining the way he must have been mortified waking up to that not only once, but a few times. “Maybe we can make up for it after dinner tonight.”

“Dinner?” He looks confused as you nod.

“It’s still Valentine’s day. It’s not too late for us to get ready and go out. I can be fast,” you open the door and get out of the car.

Atsume follows, popping the trunk and getting your luggage from the car. You're quiet again as you take the elevator up to the apartment, but not the awkward kind as you rode in during the trip home. You hold his hand, leaning your head on his shoulder when you can until you’re out of the elevator and making your way to the apartment.

The next bit is a rush, playing out in front of you like it’s not real. Maybe it’s jetlag? You had just traveled for upwards of 18 hours. Or it’s the rush of knowing after weeks you’re finally going to sleep with your boyfriend again? Not even the dirty kind, just the excitement of sharing a bed, your bed, is exciting after weeks of sleeping in the guestroom of your parent's house.

After your shower, you dress in an emerald green dress that has a golden sheen to the fabric. Underneath, you made sure to pick out Atusmu’s favorite pair of lingerie underneath a honey gold set with thigh straps attached to the thong.

“Holy shit,” Atsumu leans against the door frame of the bathroom as you’re applying your last coat of mascara.

You smile sweetly, turning to look at him. He’s dressed in navy blue slacks and a cream button-up shirt. “I’m ready to go.”

Atsumu pulls you by your hand into him, wrapping his other arm around you. “I’m not.”

He kisses you, pulling you closer against him so you’re flush with his body. Your dress rides up in his hand, exposing your ass. He smacks it once, making you yelp against his lips. He laughs deeply.

“There’s no way we’re making it out tonight.” He mumbles, his voice gruff.

You giggle as he pulls away, pulling you with him and pushing you against the bed. Your dress has now risen above your pelvis, bunched up underneath and around you. Atsumu takes one look and groans, smiling wildly at you.

“You fucking angel,” he drops to his knees in front of you. He licks you over the fabric of your thong, sending shivers down your spine in anticipation. “Would it be stupid if I told you you taste sweeter than honey?”

You laugh, sitting up on your elbows. “Yeah, a little. But I like it.”

He grins at you from between your thighs. His tongue pokes out again, slowly circling the fabric over your clit. The teasing pressure is too much, you want his tongue on you. Whining, you push yourself closer to the edge of the bed and he pulls back.

“Ah ah ah, no rushing this. I’ve literally been dreaming of it for weeks.” He says after pulling away and lying his face on your thigh. He looks ungodly pretty like this, and you hate him for it.

“Please, Atsumu I need you.” You whine, pouting your lip out.

He grins again. He loves seeing you beg, even when it’s as half-assed as that. You can’t be expected to give more though, after all the day is starting to wear on you.

He pulls the thong aside and drags his finger down your cunt, covering it in your wetness. “Fuck, you’re so needy.”

You nod, closing your eyes and letting yourself fall back against the bed. As you bounce lightly against the mattress, Atsumu takes advantage, pressing his tongue against your clit. You moan, gripping the sheets and forcing yourself to stay still.

He sucks lightly, sending waves of pleasure from your spine to your toes.

“Fuck me,” you whimper, eyes fluttering open to watch him as he eats you out. He doesn't notice, too lost in you to care about what else is going on. His tongue slides down, teasing your entrance when you feel his fingers slip in.

The stretch overwhelms you. You can't keep your eyes open now, closing them tight as he starts to finger fuck you while sucking your clit again.

“Tsumu, of god,” you mumble out with moans traced between words and syllables.

Gripping the bedding harder, you fight back the overwhelming urge to cum now. You hadn’t even masturbated while you were gone, and now it’s so much at once you’re struggling to stay afloat. Atsumu must know, the way he flicks his tongue and twists his fingers in sync sends you over and you cry out. Cumming you can’t help but arch your back and press your cunt further against Atsumu’s pretty face.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you pant quietly, trying to regain some composure after the waves of pleasure start to roll off you.

“Oh, Angel, you barely lasted five minutes.” He crawls on top of you, his face shiny from being between your thighs. He kisses you softly on the lips.

“Who can blame me?” You laugh, taking his face in your hands. You kiss him again, closing your eyes and feeling the exhaustion taking over your body. “I doubt you’ll last much longer.”

You push him off you, flipping positions.

You pray he cums quickly as you pull his pants down his thighs. Not for any normal reasons but you’re not sure you can stay awake much longer. The eager look on his face suggests you might not have to.

#🍃.writing #atsumu miya smut #atsumu miya x reader #miya atsumu x reader #haikyuu smut #hq smut

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hiwelcometothemonstersancturary · 27 days

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You’ve spoken a bit about Baby Long Legs, but what about the Daddy? What was he like and his relationship with the other Long Legs?

Marie/Mommy Long Legs and the boy who became Daddy Long Legs had beef, to say the least. He always picked at her and annoyed her, and in retaliation Marie would sometimes try to call her friends for help so they would all go against him. Someone at the Bigger Bodies initiative thought this happened because they, two children, had a crush on each other.

It went as well as you would expect, with both MLL and DLL being mean to each other when they were away from the kids and other toys. MLL was always super protective, while DLL trusted the humans more. Despite the bickering they always tried to cooperate for the sake of the "kids", but two children can only be parents and play house with each other up until bedtime. Said bedtime was post-HoJ, with Daddy and Baby Long Legs being against the plan and trying to resist him, while MLL didnt even have to be forced into killing the workers. The trio was still friendly to each other afterwards and tried to stick together, until DLL became angrier and more annoyed at the Prototype for just changing their prison layout instead of freeing them.

I think DLL died in an accident or during a fight with another toy (maybe Picky or Mommy Long Legs herself?), but please be noticed that if I end up w another toy attacking him that it wasnt their intention to kill him.

Overall, DLL, just like MLL, was just a kid forced to be a parent, and had their own baggage to deal with. He's not evil but also he wasnt a good "dad" to BLL, as he just behaved like a normal boy would, while MLL had to work twice as hard to take care of them. But again, can you blame two kids for acting like kids?

#poppy playtime #save everyone au #poppy worldwide #mommy long legs #daddy long legs #ask tag

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findafight · 9 months

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Hey! Do you have any headcanons or ideas RE Mr & Mrs Buckley? (Or Mr & Mrs Harrington?)

I like to imagine that Robin’s parents have some suspicions that Robin *maybe* isn’t straight. Melissa *desperately* wants to say something, let Robin know that they love and accept her no matter what (when she finally does come Melissa’s like “You could become a cop or join the army and I’d still love you!”). Richard is very firm that they should leave it be and let Robin come to them if she’s ready.

This doesn’t stop Melissa from dropping hints, trying to prod Robin into opening up to her, but all Robin hears is “Mom is already scared I’m gonna die a spinster”.

This is part of the reason they’re wary of Steve when he starts hanging around. Like, he’s a nice enough boy - if they were sure that Robin liked boys, he’d be a lovely little son in law.

Oooh yes I love her parents I know the companion novels are only like. Half canon but greatest gift we got was Hippie Christmas. (I like to headcanon that Richard and Melissa have a bunch of friends who go by the names they choose in the 60s. Robin's got at least an aunt Periwinkle, and an uncle Salmon [goes by Sal for short!])

Mr. Buckley is the son of Italian immigrants and spoke it at home growing up, Mrs. Buckley was the daughter of French immigrants and did the same, which is how Robin first got her love of language speaking three different ones at home! Richard Buckley loves to cook and little chicklit Robin helped him with a special kitchen foot stool 🥺 and also he is very dad-shaped I think. Melissa probably is the one between the two to decide she's going to read war and peace in one sitting (original Russian optional) and make derisive noises at parts she doesn't like but won't elaborate on what happened. Also she is probably the one to play an instrument (maybe saxophone or bassoon?) There is at least one Buddha in the Buckley house.

I think her parents are supportive to the best of their abilities. Maybe they were in a really welcoming scene before Robin was born (also. Depending on when Robin was born [I've said she's a December 67 baby in a fic but I'm really not picky] she could be a summer of love baby and when she realised this she was horrified and refused to acknowledge it ever again lmao.) And so they pick up some...vibes when Robin was young and would moon over pretty teachers or princesses, give each other Significant Looks when she did.

Robin's line about her mom reminding her she rambles I think is just natural strain between parent and child, and possibly even her mom trying in an awkward and seemingly harsh way to protect her because Robin does have some clearly neurodivergent traits, which people can find off putting and she might be picked on for.

Love what you're putting down with Mrs. Buckley saying they'd always love her to show they'll stay by her if she comes out. But I think the delivery would be more. "Robin, we will always love you. Always..." Here she paused to think of something that isnt about being gay but would still convince Robin even if they thought it was bad they'd be there. "Even if you...decided you wanted to be a c-🤢 a cop. Or maybe even...🤢 Joined the🤮 military..." While Mr. Buckley is looking at his wife trying to charade to her that this is NOT a convincing speech!!

When they meet Steve and he and Robin are just hanging all over each other and bickering, and the Buckleys have to take a step back because did they get it wrong? They like Steve and he seems delighted to meet them and spend time with Robin and is so obviously fond of her... Of course people can like both but they were pretty sure Robin didn't...but her and Steve fit together so nicely.....except when Melissa brings up that it'd be perfectly alright for her to introduce Steve as her boyfriend Robin makes a gagging sound and screeches that he is her best friend and just because she sometimes want to crawl into his brain does not mean she ever wants to crawl into his pants.

Neither Melissa or Richard Buckley actually know what to do with that.

#robin buckley #robin buckley's parents #stranger things #stobin #findaanswers #finda's rambles #anonasaurus #st headcanons #the contrast between robins quirky weirdo parents and steves cold and dismissive is so fun honestly

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roxineedstosleep · 1 year

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god, gotham knights jason with battinson,,,,, the sheer cuteness of bruce having a son THAT big :'> I just know he'd be so protective over his quiet soft spoken dad!! can we get a one shot with maybe one of the batkids being mean to bruce bc he can't be there for something important to them! while he tries placating them and paying no mind to them being rude, jason is behind him entirely and glares at his sibling. he hates seeing bruce said. god help you if you make him cry in front of jason

(Jason, behind Bruce, during a discussion between he and an of his brothers)

Children can be cruel.

God, and everyone who interacts with children, knows that children are truly peculiar beings.

They are innocent, mouldable souls, have no real control over all their emotions and are always in constant development and moulding of their persons.

And well.

If a child in a structured home, no matter what form their home takes, they can be cruel at times.

Bruce can say that he was not so lucky.

I mean, he knew he wasn't the best of children. After his parents, it's a miracle Alfred didn't leave him with some distant relative or in the care of the state or in a full-time boarding school. Fuck. He had repeatedly been a walking nightmare and to this day he doesn't know how Alfred could have had so much love and dedication to him to keep him from getting lost along the way.

And after adopting, raising, and fighting with Dick? well, he learned that children are a tricky business.

And he does the best he can. He really tries.

The mistakes he made with Dick, he avoids making with Jason. After Jason died, he reframed his whole upbringing with Tim. And with Damian's arrival, he happily had all his kids to support him in the process.

"It takes a whole town to raise a baby."

It never felt so real.

Now that Dick had grown up and matured in his own way, had lived his own experiences, you could say they had a better relationship. With Jason things were tragic, but at least now they were in a safe place.

But Tim and Damian… they were something else.

He really tried, Dick and Jason were different. Each of his sons was. But the circumstances of their arrivals and the timing also played a big part in that.

Dick was basically an accidental baby. As if Bruce had gotten someone pregnant in their teens and was thrown into his care when the mother no longer wanted to raise him. Bruce was a teenage father with Dick; in the best of terms. He wouldn't eat his own vegetables and had to make sure a depressed, angry kid ate his without tearing up half the room. Without Alfred things would probably have gone south quickly.

That explains their constant bickering during Dick's early youth. It explains why they can feel close and hate each other at the same time. They were both children emotionally when they got together and one was in the care of the other. It was unfair, but love was stronger… at least until the differences came and they had to hurt each other and separate in order to get back together.

With Jason, Bruce felt like a young single father. How if in the middle of college he finds out he's a father and has to take care of it. Sure, he's more mature, knows a few parenting tricks and has more of a sense of responsibility about childcare. Thank God Jason was a good, rocky kid, but with a heart of diamond sitting down with the best of intentions.

Jason was a boy who needed love and wanted to give love to whoever had the desire to give him love. That's where Bruce comes in.

Bruce adored Jason, learned from the mistakes he made with Dick and took advantage of his maturity to do better with his new son. If it weren't for the mind game and the fact that Bruce himself couldn't get over his parents, and therefore couldn't help Jason with his own. It really would have been the healthiest relationship he had in comparison to the rest of his children.

But Bruce isn't perfect, and that along with Jason growing up in a place where Bruce and Dick had arguments and there was a lot of elite pressure in front of him. Jason left, they fought, he died and when he came back things were not good for a long time.

Now they are. Of course they are. But neither of them really want to remember those bad feelings. They have a different kind of love.

Tim and Damian are different for different reasons. Clearly and justifiably different reasons.

Tim arrived when Bruce was at his lowest point. Damian came in demanding and believing something of Bruce that he was not.

And they're still kids, still in training, and Bruce needs twice as much patience to be able to raise them both and to be able to accommodate everything he can do for them based on the needs of both of them.

It's not easy.

It's not always happy.

But he loves, LOVES, his children, and for that very reason he won't stop trying.

Even they come to hate him. He will console himself with the idea that at least he fought to the end.

And Jason, now that he's grown up. He knows that.

He knows that Bruce loves every one of them with every cell in his body. Every part of his mind and soul is dedicated to him and all his brothers. No matter what happens, Bruce will put them first in any situation.

So now that Bruce is actually an adult and can really deal with his children… it pains him to realize how unfair his siblings can be to their father.

Of course, there are things that Jason doesn't forgive his father for, and he himself accepts that he is not a complete victim of everything that happens between him and Bruce. But at least he understands that there is a backstory and tries to get to a point where they both don't lose control.

But his brothers don't seem to understand that.

He sees how his father, his poor father, tries on more than one occasion to reach out to his brothers, to argue about things that could be better, about the unnecessary risks they take. But his brothers only shout and smash everything their father gives them.

That's why, although he doesn't always get into the fray, he subtly sets the record straight.

When Bruce is away, which sadly has happened on more than one occasion, he and Dick have taken care of their younger brothers. And not having the same patience and focus as his father, he has come to have a kind of impact on his siblings. So, take advantage of that.

He casually stands behind his poor, distressed father. And he looks at the booger on duty and gives him the same look he usually uses on the fucking sons of bitches he deals with every night. He do not do any kind of harsh mad expression. Only a simple glance, thats all.

And that's what's enough.

That's all.

Of course that's enough. Bruce still gets yelled at, but at least the yelling subsides a few at a time until all that's left is apologies and a well-deserved hug.

He fucked up with Bruce before he died and then disappeared for years.

He doesn't want his brothers to experience that. No.

And he doesn't want Bruce to experience that feeling of losing a son at a bad time either.

(Jason's "you better put your fucking shit together bro, or u gonna regret it" glance)

#jason loves his father #protective jason todd #bruce wayne #battinson #dc batfam #batfamily #batfam imagine #batfamily shenanigans #robert pattinson batman #dc #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #dick grayson #red robin #red hood #robin #nightwing

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hotchs-bitch · 1 year

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Fluffy Feb Day 17- Holiday Tradition

Warnings: mostly platonic relationships, BAU reader, Christmas/holiday music, implied feelings, BAU dynamics

Pairing: Hotch x blank slate Fem!Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 921

A/N: me: *panics all holiday season because I can’t think of anything seasonal to write* also me: *has this idea and fully executes it in the time that I am left alone at the dryer during a hair appointment* Santa’s Sack lyrics found here- read at your own risk

“I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus,” Emily says, and Derek nods in agreement. “I mean, it’s a little kid thinking that his mom is cheating on his dad.”

“That’s pretty bad,” JJ agrees. “He has to decide if he’s going to tell his dad and break up a marriage.”

“Hello?” Penelope snaps her fingers, her neon-yellow acrylics clicking together. “Come on, people. It’s obviously Santa Baby. There’s some weird yucky-gucky sugar daddy stuff going on there.”

“Don’t knock the sugar daddy stuff,” Rossi tries to defend, but Penelope shakes her head.

“The Michael Buble version,” she says it like it’s almost a threat, and the older man falls silent. “That’s what I thought. It’s like he’s Santa’s non-sexual sugar baby who isn’t allowed to sleep with anyone else.”

It’s the week before Christmas, and you’ve all gathered for your version of a holiday party and your favourite tradition of the year; tracking down and debating the worst holiday songs in existence. Everyone is having a great time, laughing over Chinese food in the conference room while Penelope finds versions of each contributed song for you to all cringe and laugh to.

The tradition started three years ago when you were all working on consults late into the evening on December 17th. “It’s the holidays,” Hotch had said, “And everyone needs a break.” He had herded you into the conference room and brought in takeout, assigning Penelope to DJ your little party. He didn’t anticipate the way you all immediately started bickering about Christmas songs, but the tradition has held strong through the years. Everyone brings their A-game each year, going as far as to prepare arguments ahead of time.

Now, when Spencer brings up Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer, you think he’s got everyone beat. The song plays, tinny and irritating through Penelope’s laptop speakers while Derek groans in complaint.

“Come on, baby girl, I can’t do this.” He puts both hands over his ears like he’s in pain, turning puppy-dog eyes on Penelope. “I can’t listen to this.”

“Christmastime Is Here,” Hotch throws his hat into the ring with an arguably bold choice; it’s the first time he’s contributed yet this year. Everyone looks over, and you admire the way his eyebrow quirks a little bit. “What?”

“What’s wrong with it?” You challenge. Everyone else has been supporting their claims with lyrical evidence, but in true lawyer fashion Hotch is forcing you to drag every detail out of him.

“It’s too calm. And there’s something about the singing that just…” he trails off, and Emily steps in.

“It’s creepy. We can agree that the singing is creepy, right? It’s just too repetitive; I swear they were holding a children’s choir hostage. I’m with you, Hotch.”

You shake your head, amused at the nod Hotch and Emily exchange like they’re in cahoots, but Emily isn’t finished talking. “Speaking of creepy, Do You Hear What I Hear? Creepiest song out there.”

“You think that’s creepy?” Derek snickers. “Someone obviously hasn’t heard Santa’s Sack. It’s by White Ghost Shivers, sweet thing; pull it up.”

Penelope, loyal to a fault, starts to type before she presumably sees the lyrics and her fingers halt. “Absolutely not, chocolate thunder. I don’t care what goodies he’s got in that sack. I’m not listening to this.”

“Santa’s Sack?” Spencer parrots, his eyebrows drawn together in confusion, and JJ steers the conversation down a different path right away.

“It’s A Marshmallow World!” She blurts out, and Rossi gasps like she’s just lit his mansion on fire and pissed on the ashes.

“You listen here, young lady-” he starts, but before he can get any further you step in to play peacekeeper.

“Alright, alright, let’s keep it friendly. Oh! The Man With The Bag,” you say excitedly, and Derek puts a hand over his stomach like he’s going to be sick.

Penelope’s fingers are poised over her laptop, but JJ turns to face her with a menacing look plastered over her delicate features. “Do not play it,” she warns, pointing one shaking finger. “I used to work in retail. Don’t you dare.”

At that, your favourite analyst lets out a dramatic sigh. “Well, fine. What can we listen to that won’t make anyone hate me?” She asks as Rossi picks up a box of cupcakes and moves around the room to set one down in front of everyone.

“Sleigh Ride,” Hotch suggests. It’s not the best song but she cues it up, and music fills the room as you all dig back into your food and turn back to your conversations.

Your cupcake is vanilla, and out of the corner of your eye, you can see that Hotch’s is chocolate. Apparently, you both have the same idea, because he speaks as you do the same, turning to each other.

“Do you want to-”

“Would you like the-” Hotch shuts himself up, a small smile on his face as the two of you trade cupcakes and your fingertips brush. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you.” You shoot him a grin of your own, scooching your chair closer to him as Spencer and Derek start arguing about ‘Rockin’ Around The Christmas Tree’ and Penelope turns up the music you actually want to listen to.

Our cheeks are nice and rosy

And comfy cozy are we

We're snuggled up together like two

Birds of a feather would be

Let's take the road before us

And sing a chorus or two

Come on, it's lovely weather

For a sleigh ride together with you

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sweetbillwriting · 9 months

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Love Just Happens

A New Chapter - Part 7

Characters: The future's Bill Skarsgård and others close to him. The rest is my own characters.

Setting: This story is set in the future but because it's hard to say how the world is then (and it isn't that important for the story) the future is similar to our time now, even with fashion and so on.

Warnings: 18+, age difference, ageism, mentions about sex, jealousy, sexism, family problems, parental problems, possessiveness, pregnancy.

Note: The most of this chapter is from a 11-12 year old's perspective.

2028 - 2031

Bill's middle daughter had never really seen her parents in love. Happy, yes, together with her and her sisters. They could joke around sometimes, talk deeply with each other but they never seemed to be in love. Most often they seemed irritated with each other. She heard them fight just a few times but they bickered a lot. She thought to herself that maybe that was love. Maybe that wasn't anything weird but when they told the three of them they would separate it didn't come as a surprise. Yet, still she was sad, mostly to see her father move out, leaving holes in their home and making the future unwise.

Their mother found a new man after a year. She and her sisters didn't have so many thoughts about him, he was just there. He could be funny but often he didn't give them much attention at all.

It was different when her father told them about his girlfriend. It was very different. It was in the morning, as usual they FaceTimed with their father at an odd time so she didn't think it was anything important. He just wanted to check in, hear about school and give air kisses. Her dad smiled a lot with them but something was different with his smile then. His eyes were clearer and he licked his lips over and over. Then he said it; "my girlfriend". Her dad had a girlfriend. Someone that made him smile so big. She looked at her dad with a big smile and listened to him talk about her. It was even more of a shock when he told them who it was, Aurora Lou! And suddenly she sat there, next to him like it was the most natural thing. She loved Aurora Lou. Her music, her videos, her clothes. She looked at her with big eyes. Aurora's hair laid long and baby blue over her shoulder, her lips so glossy it looked like they shone while she moved. Her father also looked at Aurora while they talked, he had his arm behind her and looked down at her when she talked. She couldn't put her finger on why her dad looked different and why it made her chest glow with love. It was just something with his expression that she hadn't seen before and when she laid in bed at night she realized what it was. It was how her dad looked when he was in love. He was in love with the popstar Aurora Lou. His girlfriend.

×××

2034

They looked around in the big house on the island. It was Aurora's house but their dad would move there so that also meant they would. All three of them. Even if their dad had just gotten together with Aurora again. It was really a big house, mostly white but with many green plants.

"Do you like it?" Aurora asked while all of them were upstairs. Bill's middle daughter looked at his young girlfriend. She wore just a sports bra and leggings and played with her long hair while talking.

"It's amazing! I really love this house!" Said her older sister excitingly and looked in a room at the end of the hallway. It was a guest room, with similar luxurious interior as the other rooms. The house interior was nothing like they were used to. They were used to a much more modest style. Bill's eleven year old followed her eight year old sister into a room. It was the tower room. Round, with big windows from floor to ceiling.

"I want this room!" She screamed loudly and looked around. There was just a big, white grand piano in the room.

"No, I want it!" Screamed her little sister even louder.

"Hey, hey, hey. No screaming," their dad said and both of the girls became quiet. "It's me and Aurora who decide which room you get and this room… ehh…" He looked at Aurora.

"This room is my room. It's more or less my office. It's here where I sit to do my music," said she with a sweet smile towards them. They looked at Aurora then their dad disappointedly but nodded. He smiled a little but then took his chance to drag Aurora close to him and whisper something in her ear. His middle daughter looked at them discreetly. Aurora dragged her long nails with hearts on over her father's long sleeved t-shirt while his hand caressed the naked skin between her top and leggings. She looked away a bit embarrassed and gave the room a final look. She would almost do anything to get that room.

She got the room that Aurora used as a closet. She looked at the clothes and shoes being lit up by spotlight. It was a lot of pink and white. She could see Aurora liked short tight dresses and delicate materials like silk and chiffon. It was nothing like her mother's wardrobe.

"Of course, we will renovate it and my clothes… I think I have room for them in my other closet," said Aurora who smiled.

"Will all three rooms get renovated?" Bill's oldest daughter asked with big eyes.

"Yes, I've already hired a company that will fix it fast, after your liking."

The girls looked at their father, who scratched his neck a bit uncomfortable. It was just his fifteen year old daughter who realized it wasn't his idea and not he who would pay for it.

"But they don't need to do that much…" said Bill's oldest but his middle daughter looked down at the floor. She didn't want to live in a closet. Even if it was quite big.

"We will fix that," said Aurora and looked at her boyfriend with a smile. He smiled too and kissed her hand. While the grown up’s had a moment the girls looked at Aurora's clothes. She wore the same size as his oldest daughter and she pulled them out like she was on a shopping spree. Bill looked at her when she touched the silky dresses and corset tops.

"You know, you can borrow clothes from me anytime," said Aurora and Bill gave her a fast look and laughed uncomfortably.

"Really?" Said his daughter excitedly with a pink dress in zebra pattern in her hands. It had wires under the chest like a bra. Bill loved when Aurora wore such clothes but on his fifteen year old daughter? A big no.

"Not that one," he said and crossed his arms.

"No, I actually will wear that tonight, your dad wants to show me a sky bar."

Aurora smiled but then realized Bill didn't know she would wear that dress.

"...or your dad just doesn't like the dress." She looked at him a bit hurt.

"Not on a fifteen year old!"

"Oh, because I dress…"

Bill hushed Aurora while his daughters looked at them confused.

He dragged her out from the room softly, what they didn't know was that his two oldest daughters looked at them curiously. They saw their dad kiss his girlfriend's arms and hands over and over.

"I didn't mean it like that, baby… I just meant that… You dress really sensually and on a fifteen year old… She is a child."

Bill's oldest scoffed but not so the adults could hear.

"Okay…" Aurora sighed. "But can I wear the dress?"

Bill smirked and dragged her close to his body.

"I don't want anything else. You will be so sexy in that…" He whispered something the girls couldn't hear but his oldest could understand what kind of thing it was. She blushed heavily but smiled with disgust but also amusement.

"What?" Said her younger sister who had listened to the same conversation.

"Nothing. Nothing. They're just really in love, you know."

She didn't understand but nodded anyway and then moved so their father wouldn't see that they stood and watched them.

Bill's daughters stood in the hallway and put on their shoes. They would take the security company's boat together with their dad and his girlfriend into town where they would leave them to their mother while they would go out to that sky bar Aurora mentioned. The two youngest were disappointed they didn't get to go with them. His oldest had plans with friends but the other two also wanted to sit and watch out over Stockholm and eat lobster. It was something special being with their dad and Aurora. It was like their happy mushy feelings also infected them but it was also a mystery. They couldn't really understand everything, why they laughed or why it seemed like their dad seemed to both be more uptight and relaxed at the same time, but they loved trying to understand it.

Aurora stood a bit into the hallway, in front of a mirror dressed in that pink dress they had looked at before. She wore high white Mary Jane's and her hair laid long and blown out over her back. They had started getting used to Aurora's ways now and just gave her a little admiring look.

"Will the dogs be alone?" The middle girl asked Aurora when she came up to them.

"No, the dogs' sitter will come later."

Aurora smiled and fixed the girl's hair that lay messy down her shoulder. The girl smiled a little and got a bit warm by Aurora's loving touch. She would never be their mother, not even close to it but it felt good knowing she cared for them.

Bill came down the stairs dressed in a champagne colored silky shirt. The short sleeves hugged his biceps and they could see a bit of his tanned chest. He looked great, all three of his girls could see that but it was obvious it wasn't their attention he wanted. He just looked at Aurora with a bit of a smirk and she giggled sweetly.

"So does it look good?"

"It looks great, you look amazing," answered Aurora and walked to the stairs to meet him. He bent down to be able to kiss her and looked at her with thinning eyes. It looked similar to when he played shark in the water with them.

'I bought this shirt for your dad even if he didn't like it at first… But wasn't I right?" Aurora asked with a sweet giggle. His daughters smiled and nodded, like they could feel what Aurora felt but his middle daughter mostly felt left out by seeing them like that but she pushed it away. She shouldn't feel like that.

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Their mother looked Aurora up and down over and over while the youngest girl told her about their week with their father. It had been his week so they had lived with him in his apartment but that day, that Saturday they had learned that their father didn't live in that apartment any more but had moved to Aurora’s as soon as they had become a couple again. Now he wanted them there too and together they had visited Aurora. His youngest daughter told all of this to her mother while he and his girlfriend stood behind her in her mother's hallway.

Their oldest daughter had gone to her room but their middle daughter looked between her parents while her little sister spoke. She examined her mother's face, looked at her father holding Aurora's hand.

"Bill? Can I talk to you, just a minute?" Their mother said and pointed towards the kitchen. Her dad gave Aurora a fast look.

"Yeah, a minute then," he said and let go of Aurora. While they walked to the kitchen her little sister gave Aurora a guided tour of the apartment, the apartment they had lived in most of their lives. Bill's middle daughter followed them but listened on to what she could make of her parents saying. So did Aurora, she noticed, neither of them listened to her little sister full heartedly.

"Bill, I really want to be on your side, trust me. But… That instagram post she put up two days ago? It's not okay when you have young girl's in the family."

It was a photoshoot. Aurora had said she really loved doing it because it was so different from what she usually got to do. It looked like it was taken at a street race and all her outfits were in the theme, with short denim skirts, cropped tops and neon tube tops. In a picture she laid on top of a colorful car roof in a neon thong and an oversize white tank top that looked well worn and almost transparent. But she was gorgeous, in every frame and their father had just smiled when his daughters wanted to look at the pictures with Aurora. But clearly their mother had another thought.

"It was a photoshoot. They get that. It's not like she dresses like that otherwise," said their father bored.

"No? It looks like she is wearing just her nightgown right now."

His middle daughter could see how Aurora looked down at her dress. She looked uncomfortable and pulled on the hem. Clearly she understood Swedish better than they had understood.

"She just has fun. She loves fashion. And she's 27 years old. She looks like women her age do." It was quiet a moment in the kitchen. "Don't do that face. We all know she's younger and I don't need to hear more about it." Bill continued with annoyance in his voice.

"Fine, fine. But you should think about what the girls might pick up. Aurora is gorgeous, a beautiful girl. But much of it is fake."

She heard her father scoff.

"Everyone is a bit fake nowadays but I mean, she looks fake. That's another thing," Continued their mother.

"No she doesn't and you also know you…"

"I don't want to fight and I didn't mean to be mean to your girlfriend, I just mean that the fantasies she is selling to our daughters, they will never be able to buy."

Bill's middle daughter heard it all and looked at Aurora's discreetly wipe away a tear. She really felt bad for her even if she didn't really understand what her mother was saying. Clearly it was something meant just for her father to hear. She swallowed hard but pretended like she hadn't heard what her parents had said or that she had seen Aurora upset. She wished she hadn't seen any of it.

It seemed like Aurora did the same because when her parents came out to them she smiled big and just asked Bill if it was time for them to go. It was and his daughters said goodbye to the both of them. Bill's middle daughter watched her mother's face when they had left. She looked harsh and emotionless but a scream from the street changed that face. All four of them looked out the window where they could hear that weird scream again, it was their father, pretending to attack Aurora. Aurora laughed and let him lift her up but complained about her short dress. Neither she nor Bill knew that his daughters and ex watched them in their lovesick games. Two of the people in the audience were just happy seeing the couple so in love. But the two other viewers looked at each other. Bill's middle daughter looked at her mom's face. She looked sad and tired by seeing Bill and Aurora like that. Her daughter couldn't understand why but felt that joy for her father was not so pure anymore. She really didn't like to see her mom sad. Carefully she took her mother's hand and felt her squeeze it back.

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Their dad was home alone when they came with their mother to the big villa in the archipelago. Aurora was in Los Angeles for work, their father had instead just came home from a job in Croatia. He was tanned and was really fit after doing that part. The house was as much their home as their mother's apartment now, even better because of its size and cool things. Like Aurora's studio, the pink Smeg fridge and their luxury bedrooms. It had changed a bit since they moved in, probably for their father. It was much less pink and there were several pictures of their father with his fiancee, also pictures of the whole family. While the girls said hello to the dogs and looked through the pictures of their father's latest photoshoot that laid on the kitchen table, their parents walked to the living room to talk.

"They’re wondering why they can't come to the wedding," said their mom. Just outside of the room stood their middle daughter listening, she had learned how to eavesdrop on her parents.

"What did you say to them?" Asked their father. It sounded like he sat down.

"That they should talk to you."

Her dad was quiet a moment.

"I don't really understand either. They want to be a part of your life. They feel left out," continued their mother. She wasn’t lying, it had been a hot topic at their mom's house. Their dad had just told them briefly that it was a party for adults, but hadn't said more than that.

"You do understand. It will be a party. Not a place for kids. And I want Aurora to be able to relax on our wedding day, not feel that she must be good in front of my kids."

"What will you do actually? I heard something about Italy?" Asked her mother nosingly.

"Yeah." Said her father shortly. His middle daughter felt the bad feelings in her stomach. Her father and Aurora would have a fairytale party in Italy without them. They had been to Italy and it was so amazing. She knew Aurora had a house there, they had never visited it even if her dad had several times.

Her mother scoffed.

"You can't tell me more than that? We still have mutual friends, I will find out."

Her father sighed again.

"We will be at this vineyard, Aurora knows the owners. We don't really know much more than that because a group of our friends have instead planned the party. I think it can get quite wild."

A wild party. A wild party with actors, singers and rappers. It sounded like real fun. Why couldn't they just come? Even their grand dad was invited.

"It sounds fun…" it sounded like her mother also wanted to come but their dad didn't say anything. It felt like he just wanted to have that part of his life for himself.

Later that day he explained to her and her sisters that it would be a party for grown ups, that there would be things in their parents life that they wouldn't be a part of. Her sisters seemed to understand but she didn't. She just wanted to be with her dad and be a part of his and Aurora's life all the time.

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2035

Bill Skarsgård had just celebrated his 45th birthday. He did it with close friends and his pregnant wife Aurora Lou, in Italy. There were leaked pictures online, pictures of Aurora in a small red bikini and a big belly. The birthday boy on the beach sand in wet bathing shorts in the same color as her bikini. His hair was wet and pushed back while her hair was gathered in a big bird nest on her head. They looked sweet together. His hand on her belly, them kissing lovingly and even a picture of her patting his bum. Such pictures were never online of him before he met Aurora. It wasn't that often now either but when there was it most often the nature of such photos. They were so sweet but there were also many that thought it was too much. Some of his fans, some of her fans, some of his so called friends, some of her so called friends, their exes. But also Bill's middle daughter. Once again they were away without them. Just the two of them and their baby.

Their baby who Aurora wanted to give the round room to. The baby with Dior and Louis Vuitton clothes. Her father's fourth child but first and only child with Aurora Lou. The woman he had married.

She looked at the pictures of her dad. She would never tell anyone that she actually really looked at the sneaky photos of her father. There was a silent agreement that they didn't look at those things of their dad but she couldn't stop herself. She knew she was too nosy.

Her boyfriend, Algot, sat next to her in Aurora's studio. On the pink couch opposite the computer and her gold records. Algot just sat and enjoyed being in a real studio. He was one year older than her and dreamt about a career in the music industry. He looked at the pictures of Aurora's album covers but also a big picture of her together with her husband.

"Your dad has the best life. And like, you know he's like really hot for being so old?" Algot said to his girlfriend who scrolled on her phone. Algot thought back on when he was meeting her dad in the gym. He looked young, successful, fit and strong. Everything he wanted to be.

"And he has the hottest wife."

Bill's daughter looked up at her boyfriend.

"Ugh, don't talk like that! They are old!"

"She isn't old. And she is really really hot."

"Not anymore. She's really pregnant. Like, her belly looks all swollen."

Her boyfriend smirked and looked at one of Aurora's more revealing covers.

"She's still hot. Do you ever think about how she got pregnant?"

Bill's daughter made a disgusted face. To be honest she hadn't really thought about it. Of course she knew but she had probably blocked that thought.

"They probably have the best sex life. Like you can kinda figure that out in her songs."

She gave her boyfriend a pissed look but it changed slowly to an upset one. She didn't want to think about her dad like that, especially because there was one question that screamed in her ear over and over. Was it the reason his dad was with someone younger?

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"I've said so many times, Algot is an asshole. He just uses you to get close to dad. And Aurora," said her older sister. They were alone in the villa while her dad, his wife and their younger sister were out with the boat. She listened to her older sister but sighed with irritation. She was right but Algot was both cute and popular.

"But yeah, he is right. You're weird to never have thought about that dad and Aurora doing it."

"Have you thought about it?" She asked shocked and paused the series they were watching.

"Sure. Mom and dad also did it when they were a couple. I have even heard them."

"Mom and dad?" Said Bill's twelve year old daughter.

"No, thank god. Dad and Aurora. Gross as fuck but it is natural," said Bill's sixteen year old daughter with a shrug.

"You mean they do it when we are here??"

"Of course. It has been obvious since the beginning that they act like teenagers together or something."

"Do you think… Do you think dad is with Aurora because of that? That he like, feels younger?"

Bill's older daughter gave her younger sister a condescending look.

"Of course. Come on, dad was forty when Aurora and he met. She is young, gorgeous and they…" she made a bit of a disgusted look. "Like to be close to each other."

Both his daughters sat in disgust, the difference was that one could accept her dad was a man, not just their father, while the other one couldn't.

She thought a lot about what her older sister had said. She felt disappointed, grossed out but also some sort of possessiveness towards her father. She examined them when they were close. Her dad's hand dragging over Aurora's waist, how he moved her hair from her neck. She looked at Aurora when she sat down in his lap, dragging her hand over his chest and biceps. She even saw them kiss deeply, their tongues moving against each other. One day she saw them standing in the pink, round nursery, her dad lifting Aurora up on the changing table and Aurora's hand dragging down from his chest to the bottom of his jeans, she knew then she never wanted to visit them again.

#bill skarsgård #bill skarsgard #fan fiction #writing #story #bill skarsgård writing #bill skarsgård fanfiction #fiction #lou

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merlin-wolfgang-trades-hale · 1 year

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So Taryn Manning played Scott’s character’s ex-wife/baby momma in One Day as a Lion.

I was like 👀 👀 👀

That’s almost one McGarrett away!

But of course my fanfic brain’s gonna do what a fanfic brain’s gonna do. So imagine if Joanie and Gracie were Danny and Mary’s twins.

It hadn’t been love but lust that brought their girls into the world. Co-parenting with both of their personalities at those ages back towards season one had to be a balancing act.

Somehow they’d have to end up in Hawaii just slightly before the Hesse situation(or if I can’ think of another reason idk) but it all ends up with Danny working John’s case like in canon, Steve comes back to the island and it’s all very canon-ish...until Steve realizes that Danny’s been staying at the McGarrett home longer than he has(minus the last couple of days. Danny heard Steve was making it for John’s funeral and they’ve never really met and better or worse, he was getting to the bottom of his girl’s grandfather’s case, so he was staying in a motel for the time Steve said he’d be there) so more canon as Steve takes the task force, forces Danny to join, Steve’s tunnel vision is pretty bad because later he’ll be slightly embarrassed it took him too long to realize how much time Danny spent at his house “working on the case” but also helping with the girls.

This is season one Steve so he wasn’t going to question someone who probably knew how to deal with kids to help his sister with her girls. Mary wants Danny to stop wasting money on the motel and just move back in full time. If he’s her baby daddy and working with her brother? Why not?

Danny’s pretty sure Steve doesn’t know and she’s like, don’t be ridiculous, but sometimes people are blind to stuff when there’s a lot going on and not only did Steve just lose his dad, he’s still got a big fish to catch that’ll leave a stain on his career if he doesn’t, and all while adjusting to not being in the military any more. Mary ends up sitting Steve down and bluntly revealing Danny is the girl’s father.

It’s a weird clash of protective older brother/I’m now your boss but we’ve been becoming friends mental gymnastics Steve’s got to do but he does. But Danny’s a good guy, they get more leads and they work pretty well together, the bickering’s also fun. Living in close proximity to Danny, as in the room down the hall(I’m very confused about rooms in this house, but it’s with the assumption that there’s the master bedroom that belonged to john that will then belong to Steve. With Mary’s and Steve’s old childhood rooms available. I can assume after he sent his kids away, maybe he had them made into offices later? Or if the house already had an office. idk but I’m assuming it minimumly had three. Steve gets the master bed room, mary takes her old child hood room, the girls get Steve’s old room, and Danny still sleeps on the couch for the time being so a McGarrett invites him to bed.)

Is it Soap-opera-y for Steve to fall in love with his sister’s baby daddy? Yes...yes it is.

But Scott’s Character had a baby Steve look a like with Taryn’s character! And I’ve been watching more Spanish novelas so...to ponder at.

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I mean it also inspired some CA:TWS ideas too because the actor who played Rumlow is in One Day as a Lion as someone Scott’s character knew, so Danny having a dangerous fake SHIELD/actually HYDRA ex-lover who comes to the island to cause trouble and it brings to light maybe some Captain Rogers/Danny history too, for some GREAT Jealous!Steve McGarrett who is also very possessive of Danny and had some boyhood dreams crushed because his old childhood hero SLEPT WITH HIS DANNO! And he’s gotta prove to be the better Steve so there’s also a competitive Steve story plot in there.

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This year my goal is to wrap up my WIPs so I’m just gonna get these ideas out of my head somewhat/somehow xD maybe i’ll come back to them next year

#one day as a lion #one day as a lion (2023)#one day as a lion spoilers #Mary Anne McGarrett/Danny Williams #Steve/Danny #when she first showed up I couldn't clearly see her face but then I heard her voice #I checked imdb and it WAS her!#I honestly didn't expect to see anyone else of the h50 family in it!#and for out of everyone to be Taryn?? I was more surprised!#to see rumlow in there was also funny on a personal level #just because I've sent my friend a lot of SteveM/Danny/SteveR smutty ideas #this movie was like okay but what about a bad boy ex boyfriend for Danny to make Steve(2) jealous?????

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Thoughts on my sweet baby darling (Oluwande)

favorite thing about them: i love how he’s such a level-headed guy like 99% of the time but he got into a verbal argument with black pete in e2. like he was right, but the """mature""" thing in that situation isn’t bickering so loudly you get trapped by the indigenous residents of the island you’re stuck on. the fact that the show doesn’t make him “be the bigger person” 24/7 honestly makes his maturity and emotional intelligence that much stronger because like, yknow what? fuck being the bigger person sometimes. he deserves to bitch at this annoying tryhard who wont stop lying about working for blackbeard.

least favorite thing about them: my least favorite thing about olu is that there’s not enough of him. olu should be in every scene

favorite line: “Coming, nana! I’m coming for some cake~” because OBVIOUSLY

brOTP: i’m picking two bc i’m greedy lol.

first off: olu and stede. their vibes are SO different and i think they’d probably have a hard time like, picking a casual activity to do together, but i feel like they have a lot of core similarities when it comes to who they are as people and caring abt others. also whenever i think about the two of them being sad and lonely in stede’s cabin in e7 i want to laugh! these poor heartbroken boys!!!

number two: olu and frenchie bc they worked together SO well to pull off their scam and i want to see them just hanging out. it kinda feels like olu has more common sense whereas frenchie has more life experience and i think the two of them together can get up to some CRAZY shit but also they'd be able to do those casual activities together that olu and stede would not be able to agree on. frenchie should play songs and olu should sing to them and also i am picturing olu helping frenchie get over his fear of cats and my heart is so full of love rn

OTP: uhhh jim, obviously

nOTP: izzy. also obviously

random headcanon: he grew up in a huge family that was almost entirely women. his only siblings are sisters and his dad passed when he was young, so the only men in his family are like two or three uncles and a handful of cousins, all of whom are either way older or way younger than him.

unpopular opinion: idk if this is unpopular but i think olu should get to top jim sometimes. i always see jim topping and while i have ZERO complaints abt that i think maybe sometimes they should switch? pretty sure that for a lot of fans it's like a dysphoria thing they're projecting onto jim which is super valid. but i personally would like to see art of olu topping.

song i associate with them: ugh so like i said in this post, i don't really get Blorbo Song Associations the way a lot of fans do unless something about the show itself makes me think abt songs differently. so i don't have a fun answer it's just under the sea from the little mermaid bc of the bts vid of samson singing it

favorite picture of them: sunshine boy <3

#ask #wearfinethingsalltoowell #oluwande boodhari #mine #ofmd #og #ask game

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hi i have a question actually its multiple. why did traj get cut off and whats his relationship with his family like and also does he know kevin atall and if he does are they friends or enemies. Finally would traj be my friend yes or no

YES OF COURSE i have all of the answers u seek. LONG LONG LONG ass post warning i have so many thoughts in my brain

traj’s dad (giovanni captio) was less driven by the desire to be a father and more driven for the need for an heir to his company. formicideans have a lot of tech and are pretty advanced but unfortunately everybody still dies eventually so he needed to get his shit together and grow some babies in tubes to have someone who could continue running his business after he was gone (which he treats like a kingdom. the guy is a megalomaniacal monopolist asshole)

so he grows these three babies. the oldest one was too average and normal and did everything by the book. so gio makes another one and tries upping the inquisitiveness on this one. this one is fine and does good work but asks TOO many questions, hates the condition the world is in. gio makes a Third tube baby. this one is curious, wants to know how the world works, but is DESPERATE for approval. this one is chosen as the best candidate for inheritance

as such traj was the family favorite as a child, but that wasn’t like he still didn’t get pressure to succeed and things like that. he was a lot closer to his brother riff (second brother) than he is currently (for reasons that will be explained) and the eldest brother was deep in schooling at this point so they didn’t really see any of him

as traj and riff got older the favoritism intensified and eventually blew up into a bickering rivalry between the both of them, w riff hating how traj would do literally anything to get approval from their father and traj hating how riff didn’t seem to try or put in work at the company he’d been raised to find very important.

eventually riff fucked off the planet after an Incident where his dad accidentally turned him into a horrible monster while trying out an experimental work enhancing energy drink so giovanni was like OK my cool son who i love and definitely am not using as a pawn for my own personal profit. go catch him for me and i’ll love you sooo much!!!

so traj went off for a while and tried to catch riff in increasingly shitty and looney tunes esque schemes. these were all achieved by funneling company funds into his personal account and he was thusly investigated by the space irs. so that’s how he got sent to earth to hide out and play it cool (in reality cut off)

gio essentially disowned him because his vigor and passion is TOO much of a liability. son the First (julius captio) is in traj’s place now because he’s bland enough to be predictable and normal and he won’t send the company crumbling to the ground w outlandish (though innovative) ideas. one investigation can spiral quickly because these guys are NOT osha compliant so he needs to cut any liabilities out quickly

TO ANSWER THE REST

he does know kevin! he lives w kevin in the motel. he and kevin do Not get along but will begrudgingly tolerate each other when needed. and he Would be your friend you just have to tell him that he’s good at being alive or something and he’ll go UM. of COURSE i am. it’s clear you can see my FANTASTIC skill at BEING ALIVE and he’ll follow you forever

#SORRY ABT THE DELAY sooo much has been going on #ask #mayhem ocs #haunterly #my ocs: traj #villainmotel #i can’t put it under a cut bc i’m mobile zoned for the time being so #//#long post

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wyverian-lady525 · 2 years

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Ok I adore the hc of Kyle and his SO having a baby girl, and I like to think they’d probably be happy with just one kid. But last night I had a very vivid dream where Kyle actually wanted FOUR kids, so… got any headcanons about Kyle & his SO having four kids? 😂

Sure!💖 Ha! XD I always headcanon Cheval with four kids, so let's see how this goes!

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Kyle and His S/O Having Four Kids

-Coming from a large family himself was part of the reason Kyle and you had so many kids. He grew up with four other siblingd, so he didn't mind having a brood of four children to call his own.

-He didn't know how his dad kept them all alive.

-For starters, your kids are fairly close in age, give or take a few years. So, it was pure chaos when they were younger. Having to juggle taking care of toddlers while remembering to feed a baby was troublesome.

-However, he wouldn't trade these lids for anything.

-The first kid is always the hardest, but with each new addition, you guys worried less and were able to get a good system to take care of the kids.

-That said, you guys get stessed and bicker sometimes, but you manage to parent beautifully together. After all, the only reason you gave him more kids was because he was a good father.

-Kyle really made sure to give each child their own time and attention so no one felt left out. Kyle also made sure that no one picked on the other.

-He doesn't want them becoming like his brothers.

-The one thing Kyle is really looking forward to, whether they are hunters or riders or you name it, was going out on family quests and camping under the stars.

-Keeps a close eye on the children when they are around their uncles. They are a bad influence after all.

-His father is a good grandfather. Although, he gets overwhelmed when asked to watch all four of them. Thankfully, that doesn't happen often.

-Tsukino teases him about the "small army" Kyle is making. His response to that is allowing the children to play with her. The palico was not fond of that.

-So, while I picture Cheval as the big family man, Kyle is a close second. Coming from a big hunter family, I can see him wanting a lot of children as well. Probably mostly boys, but he would at least want one girl.

#monster hunter stories 2 #monster hunter stories #mhst #mhst2 #kyle #kyle x reader #mhst2 kyle #monster hunter stories 2 kyle #mhst2 kyle x reader #headcanons #kyle headcanons

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imvriix · 2 years

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contains: the characters and the family they'd grow up in if they were in a modern au where they were normal kids. imagine them as 10-11 years old in this.

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— griffith

he'd be a good kid. i feel like it'd just be him and his mum. id say his mum would be this kind, gentle and kind of clumsy woman. she'd be working for the majority of the day to try and keep up with the expenses for herself and her kiddo, so griffith would likely take it upon himself to do thinks like cooking and cleaning to lighten her burden and pass time. she'd feel bad for him having to do all this, but he really doesn't mind because as long as she's there to eat with him and tuck him in he's okay. he'd also try his best at school and to stay out of trouble so she doesn't have any worries.

she'd be understanding, not too doting but not too harsh either. she'd correct his manners and behaviour if needed, but she would also always be his number one supporter.

happy mother to son relationship tbh it makes me happy to think about.

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— guts

he'd be the whiny younger brother. he'd have two mums and an older pre-teen/ teen sister. i feel like his mums would be the carefree, badass types and he would bicker with his sister a lot. one of his mums would definitely be a mechanic. he'd be the typical kid that would go out and play with the neighbourhood kids, ate rocks and grass, climbed trees, all of that.

sure, it'd be rough living in a house full of girls, but i feel like it'd raise him to be a strong feminist. and i really mean strong. his parents would be the types to call him "little squirt" and all of that. he'd just be that annoying brother, yk?

so his home would always be loud and never dull. his sister yelling about if anyones seen her stuff, one of him mums running around and the other in her own happy world while cooking.

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— judeau

he'd be the understanding and mature older brother. i think he would have two younger sisters, one around 6-8 and another that was still an infant. he'd have a mum and dad, his mum would be this sweet lady who always smelt like freshly baked and his dad would be like a business man or something. i feel like his mum and dad would be opposites, his dad would care for his kids but would be really awkward and wouldn't know how to show it so he'd accidentally seem a bit cold, wheras his mother would be understanding.

i think judeau would care for his siblings like a lot, he'd be a bit protective when it came to them as i feel like he'd like to help care for his siblings a lot to help his parents out. as i result, his sisters became extremely attached to him too.

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— casca

i think casca would just have a baby brother that's around 3, her mum, and her dad. i find it funny to think that the brother likes to try and copy everything she does so they do like everything together and became inseparable. i just find that thought really cute tbh.

her parents would just be normal and caring parents, telling her and her brother not to stay out too long when they go out exploring in the woods together, because then the 'wicked wolf' would eat them.

i also like to think that they'd end up meeting and playing with guts and griffith in the woods. griffith would be the one to start crying if anyone got hurt, guts would complain about no one having any, well, erm.. guts, and casca would be chasing her brother around so he doesn't get lost.

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— farnese

she would definitely have two older brothers that were extremely over protective. not in the way they'd be mean to her, but instead to literally anyone else that was around her that they didn't like, which was kind of everyone.

her parents would comment and joke about it, but they more or less let them be because there wasn't really anything to worry about.

i feel like she'd be a sensitive kid, so she'd cry really easily. meaning that if one of her brothers made her cry, they'd end up feeling extremely guilty and doing everything to make sure she forgave them, but she always did even without the chocolate and sweets. but if it was someone else, they got their teeth knocked out.

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— serpico

he'd be an only child for the majority of his life. i think it'd just be a normal small family with him and his parents. and i know i said i was imagining them as around 11 in this, but i feel like when he was around 15 he'd just randomly get a baby sister. i don't think he'd know how to react, but slowly he'd end up parenting her instead because of how she was always with him.

his parents would laugh about how he was being more of a parent to her than they seemed to be and that he was stealing their jobs, but i think they would have been happy to see him become so attached to someone apart of their family and take having a sibling quite well.

i think they're doubts would have been because he was naturally a distant and quiet child even when they tried to involve him with things, so serpicos little sister would have ended up bringing the entire family closer.

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#berserk #kentaro miura #Serpico berserk #farnese berserk #casca berserk #guts berserk #griffith berserk #berserk manga

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twinkleimagines · 3 years

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frenemies

summary: You catch feelings for your nemesis Rafe Cameron and notice his change of how he started interacting with you, so you begin and hoping he feels the same, so you decide to take the risk to confront him and see what his true intentions are.

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LONG!

Part two, part 3 , part four (final)

Warning: Language, smut, physical and verbal fighting.

Rafe Cameron.

The most loved and also the most hated Kook in the OBX.

You and your pogue friends despised this guy, or at least you were suppose to.

But for some reason, between all the bickering you two had done over the summer, you've managed to fall for him.

I know- what the fuck.

It blew your mind too. He was never nice. Always making fun of the Pogues, practically humiliating you all every chance he got. You guys were nothing but broke thieves who took whatever you wanted no matter who it hurt. You guys were scum, the dirt on the bottom of his shoe, a bunch of nobody's that will never make it anywhere in life.

Which is obviously not true, but to Rafe - that's what you ‘dirty Pogues’ were.

You didn’t care for the name calling though. You honestly could say the same thing about the Kooks. They cheat their way into life, never have to work for anything , always have mommy and daddy's money to get them through any obstacle. But you knew not all Kooks were like that. Take your best friend Kiara for example. She's a 'kook' by the book, but by the streets she’s a Full Pogue at heart.

but for some reason though, Rafe would spend most his time trying to find a way to harass the shit out of you specifically. He could have a million Pogues around him yet he always found his way through the crowd to have some conversation with you even if it was to drag your name through the mud.

You first realized the feelings you had for Rafe when you began craving his presence.

It was the annual bonfire that you and your friends had went to , a place where all teens and young adults mixed from all clicks. Tourists, Pogues, and even Kooks. Everyone was there.

You stood next to the fire with JJ and Pope, two of your closest friends as the night grew louder, more people filling in. You watched the crowds as the piled up on the sand, but your eyes roamed for Rafe himself. You were almost mad at yourself for actively searching for him. And it wasn’t even like you were looking for him so you could avoid him, but searching so you could see him and hopefully grab his attention.

You continuously questioned yourself as to Why you were looking for this jerk off to begin with. All he was going to do was put you down and try to humiliate you in front of all of your friends.

But for some reason, when your eyes landed on that tall brown headed boy, his hair for once not greased back, a wide grin on his face as he wore a black t-shirt and a red cup in his hand- your heart fluttered. You began to grin slightly, seeing him in the distance.

Despite how much of an ass hole he was, Rafe was unbelievably hot. He was toned, Tall, jaw line so sharp it could probably cut you and you could get lost in those blue eyes of his. It excited you so much when he would give you attention. Even the negative attention. At this point you just enjoyed looking at him and hearing your name flow out of his mouth.

"earth to Y/n" JJ spoke out stepping out in front of you blocking your view to Rafe, and ultimately bringing you out of your trance.

“huh” you responded dumbfounded .

“Pope thinks I’m stupid for eating food with mold on it” JJ said throwing his hands up, you grin as you watched the blonde boy try to seriously defend his theory. Pope’s eyes widened throwing his hands up as well, looking towards you for agreement.

“It’s a Fungi bro! nothing good comes from Eating mold!” Pope argued back. JJ shook his head, disagreeing with Pope’s statement .

“dude, mold is good for you ok it’s just a natural organism “ He stated, dropping his hands down to his sides.

“You’re fucking nasty” You laughed out before pushing onto JJ’s shoulder. You hadn’t realized it yet, but your laugh caught a certain boy’s attention. the moment Rafe heard that familiar tune, his head turned to your direction, his eyes focused on you as you threw your head back with laughter.

“Well well well if it isn’t Ms. Sarah Cameron “ JJ spoke as he walked up towards one of your best friend, John B, and Rafe’s younger sister, Sarah. They both looked in your direction taking a few steps away from each other as if it wasn’t obvious that they were talking.

You didn’t hate Sarah per-say, but one time she did make out with your ex boyfriend while at a party. She claimed he told her he was single and she was just looking for a good night but Sarah was known for always wanting attention so you were doubtful on the fact that she was ‘unaware’ that he was your boyfriend.

You were the only one who knew John B’s crush on Sarah. He had started working for her father after his father went missing, and you were the only one who had caught on to his different approach when Sarah was ever mentioned, or how his cheeks would go slightly red when she would walk by. You didn’t blame him, the Cameron siblings were fucking hot.

“Hi JJ’ Sarah said with a grin. You stood to the side of Pope, looking around for Kiara, only to find her sat with a group of more Pogues talking their heads off.

JJ began trying to include Sarah into his previous ‘mold is good for you’ argument while your focus drifted off, your eyes roaming the crowd once again.

You managed to look back over to where you had first saw Rafe standing, only this time he was no where to be found.

“sarah baby c’mon” you heard someone say. You looked over, Your eyes widening to see Rafe and Topper standing in front of you next to Sarah. You knew this wasn’t a group that needed to be mixed, but seeing Rafe excited you. Your eyes landed on his, your heart beginning to flutter. You hated the fact that you two were enemies. It sucked looking at someone the way you did, knowing they were only looking back at you with hatred and pure disgust. At least you thought.

“Oh c’mon Topper can’t the girl just have a little fun?” JJ laughed out, his alcohol clearly running through his veins.

“You Pogues don’t know the meaning of fun JJ” Topper laughed out. You rolled your eyes shaking your head.

“Go the fuck on Topper “ you spat out, your eyes lifting some towards Rafe before going back to Topper. You could feel yourself kicking up a sweat, maybe from the alcohol , or maybe from the fact that Rafe’s eyes were already on yours when you looked at him. He even had a smirk plastered on his face, probably from the fact he gets off on the fighting.

“Oooohhh someone’s ballsy tonight huh?” Topper laughed bringing the attention to you.

“No im just sick and tired of you stuck up kooks always trying to ruin a good time” You scoffed out, crossing your arms over chest.

“Y/n you wouldn’t know the meaning of a good time if it slapped you in the face alright?” Rafe said. He furrowed his brows together when he realized a smirk rising on your face once you looked over at him. He didn’t know what to think considering the other times you were giving him an ‘ eat shit ‘ look, but this time it was almost as if you were happy he was commenting towards you.

“Oh right, having random hook ups and snorting a line of coke every night is a good time huh Rafe?” You scoffed out sarcastly. “ yeah I think I’ll pass” You said with a roll of your eyes.

“ Listen JJ you and your little bitch need to just go back to the cut where you came from-“ you glanced at Rafe, only to see him looking at Topper with anger as if he was upset at him for calling you that , but before you could further analyze his expression, JJ pushed against Topper’s chest, slinging Topper backwards.

“you watch your mouth” JJ spat out pointing his finger towards Topper’s face. John B quickly stepped in , pulling JJ back away from Topper who was now laughing like an idiot, excited for the action that he thought was about to happen.

“Yeah go ahead Johnny boy go ahead and play dad “ Topper spat out as John B continued practically dragging JJ away from the group. “just don’t go abandoning him like your dad did ” He yelled out. Your mouth flew open in shock, seeing John B stop in his tracks but before he could even respond, your hand slapped straight across Topper’s cheek, causing his head to bounce side ways.

“go suck on your moms tits some more you fucking prick” You scowled before turning on your heals, following your friends. You didn’t even bother to stick around for anymore commentary, your only goal at this point was getting your friends the hell away from here before all hell broke loose.

“never fails man” you heard JJ screamed out in anger as you made it to the parking lot all while Pope continued trying to hush them as they stood next to the twinkie.

“JJ chill!” Pope yelled out as he tried pushing JJ into the Volkswagen but to no avail.

“no man they always get to do and say whatever the hell they want and never get any repercussions for it !” he exclaimed.

He wasn’t wrong, they really did. And if the Pogues fought back they were deemed bad and out of control. You sighed heavily as you watched JJ try to calm himself down, only to realize you had left your phone on the Log you were originally sitting at by the fire.

“Fuck I’ll be right back” You stated, only for your arm to get grabbed by John B.

“No don’t go back there” He instructed but you shook your head.

“I’ll be fine I just left my phone. “ You exclaimed before making your way back down towards the crowd of people.

“Xcuse’ me “ you mumbled as you brushed past people, making your way to the fire.

“Y/n what happened?” Kiara asked popping up from the side, placing her hand on your shoulder.

“I’ll explain later , meet you at the twinkie ok? go calm JJ down” You responded, pointing behind you with your thumb towards the van. She rolled her eyes, realizing it was a fight that had happened before turning around, making her way to your friends.

“Just can’t stay away can you?” You heard from behind you. You turn around to see none other than Rafe himself standing proudly. You rolled your eyes before turning back around, walking towards the fire once again. Despite you usually being excited to see him, tonight really put things into perspective for you.

You really were just a ‘dirty pogue’ to these guys, nothing more. There was no point to continue entertaining the thought of anything ever happening between the two of you. You were enemies, and that was all you’d ever be.

“I just came to get something Rafe go away” You huffed out.

“Oh you mean this?” He yelled out , making you stop in your track. You turned around to see Rafe holding your phone up, a wide grin plastered across his face.

“Give me that” you demanded, reaching your hand out, but Rafe pulled back, pulling it out of your reach.

“Rafe!” You yelled out with anger. “Give me my fucking phone dude” You spat out , reaching out again.

“Well what’s in it for me?” he asked , that smirk still obvious on his face.

“Rafe , please” You sighed out, dropping your shoulders slowly giving up. Between the alcohol and it being so late, you didn’t have any energy in you at this point to argue and you were just ready to go home and crash. Rafe noticed the body change in you, his grin falling from his face.

“I’m sorry” he said softly as he held out your phone to you. You were shocked. Rafe apologizing? Nobody but his father had ever heard those words coming from him so for him to say this to you really took you by surprise.

You slowly took the phone from him, your brows furrowed together in confusion.

“uhm,” you said as you pulled your arm back towards yourself. “thanks” you mumbled before turning on your heels making your way back to your friends.

“Y/n stop arguing and just do it!” Your mom yelled at you as she pushed the cleaing cart your way. You had to work with your mom today at the country club unfortunately and you were not even the slightest bit happy about it. She needed help and ‘You teenagers don’t do anything for yourselves’ as she would say, so you were stuck cleaning the floors while she did whatever it is that she does.

“Okay!” you huffed out as you picked up the broom off of the cart, aggressively beginning to sweep against the floor. You rolled your eyes as she mumbled something else to you before walking away, leaving you to clean the room alone.

It wasn’t long after that you heard some familiar voices walking down the hall way towards the room you were in. It most definitely sounded like the horrible three, Topper, Kelce and Rafe. You quickly turned your back towards the door, hoping none of them would notice you since you were alone and you against 3 just didn’t sound like a good time. You continued sweeping as you heard the group laughing as they passed the room you were in, not even paying you no mind. You sighed with relief as you realized they hadn’t noticed you and continued back to sweeping the floors.

“Hey” you heard from behind you. You jumped up gasping loudly as you turned around quickly, only to see Rafe himself standing there .

“God – fuck Rafe you scared the shit out of me. “ You breathed out, your hand over your chest as you tried to calm your heart beat down.

“sorry” he responded. There was that word again that didn’t exist in Rafe’s dictionary. You caught yourself staring before you quickly snapped yourself out of your trance, placing your hand on your hip.

“What do you want Rafe?” You scoffed out. He smirked before walking over to one of the Desks that sat in the room. You watched as he sat down on the edge, grinning as he stared over at you.

“ Never seen you here before.” He stated. You rolled your eyes before you propped your elbow up on your broom, sighing heavily.

“my mom works here. I’m just helping” You exclaimed, not that it was any of his business anyway.

“Huh” He responded nodding his head. He kept quiet once again, leaving the room silent and you beyond confused. You eventually shook your head at him, indicating for him to continue, but he didn’t.

“Look Rafe “ you started, standing yourself up straight. “I have to get back to work so unless you’re here for something important, you can go the fuck on” you finished. Rafe hopped off the edge of the desk, taking a few steps towards you , his body now hovering over yours. You began to feel your heart pound again, this time from the nerves as he stood so close to you. The smell of his cologne, grass and sweat from his Golfing lingering in your nose. you felt your hands begin getting clammy as you tried to hold your composer, your breath hitched in the back of your throat.

Rafe slowly lifted his hands, placing it under your chin, his blue eyes focused on yours. You didn’t know what to do at this point. You’ve had one on one Arguments with rafe before but none where he stood this close, and this quiet with you.

“Rafe” You breathed out as he lifted your chin, your face close together. He grinned once again, leaning in closer to you.

“You’re so beautiful” He said softly. You stared back into his blue eyes for a second before leaning in slightly. You were taken back though as he let go of your face , taking a step back and putting his hands in his pockets.

“ see ya” He responded calmy before walking back out of the room, following back to his friends.

You stood in shock, confused by Rafes actions. You were for sure positive that he was going to kiss you but he didn’t.

“what the fuck?” you mumbled before shaking your head in confusion at Rafe’s actions. You sighed heavily before sweeping your broom across the floor again, trying to regain your compose.

Most of your day went on like normal. You finished work with your mom, your mind only focused on your brief conversation you had with Rafe earlier.

It sucked because you had feelings towards Rafe, and you couldn’t tell if you were overthinking his actions or if he actually was in to you as well.

You had come to a conclusion though- it was one of two options. He was either fucking with you, or he wanted to fuck you. And you were determined to find out by tonight.

“Here goes nothing” You sighed to yourself as you stood outside TannyHill, the outside lights lighting up the big white house. You quickly jumped over the concrete fence, your feet landing in the wet grass.

Your eyes roamed the balcony, trying to remember which area you had seen Rafe standing at before. You bit your bottom lip as you concentrated, only to see Rafe himself walk by one of the windows.

“gotcha” You spoke softly before crouching down some, doing a quick jog across the field in hopes no one would see you.

You quickly managed to climb your way up the house onto the balcony you had just recently seen Rafe at. This was one of the pro’s of being a Pogue. You guys were very athletic and could always find your way to anything no matter the obstacles. You stood catching your breath as your feet finally landed on the wooden floor, the area barely lit by the light from the windows.

“What the fuck am I doing?” You said to yourself as you stood in the dark outside of what looked to be Rafe’s bedroom. You ran your hands through your hair, turning back around to face the field.

“What the fuck am I doing?” you said to yourself again as you began pacing. This is Rafe we’re talking about. Of course this man is just fucking with you. He’s been nothing but a dick to you and your friends for years. why in God’s name would he want you now? You knew you weren’t’ ugly. You were in shape, had decent hair (Even though you probably smelt like sweat sometimes because of how much you spent outside with the gang) But for the most part you cleaned up well.

Plenty of guys wanted you- but you looked nothing like any of the rich girls Rafe hooked up with. Why would he ever want you? It was clear that he was only acting this way towards you so him and his friends could have a good laugh later.

You shook your head in disbelief that you even had the balls to climb this guys house and actually think you could even ask him if he was interested in you. You began to climb back over before you heard a door open. You froze instantly, hoping they wouldn’t see you in the dark but that was just wishful thinking.

“Y/n?” You heard someone say. You mumbled a ‘ fuck’ as you recognized the voice to be Rafe.

“Uhm” You replied awkwardly as you climbed down, turning towards him to face him.

“Care to explain?” He asked throwing his hand up in your direction.

“Uhh” You said awkwardly as you ran your hand through your hair before placing them down your side.

“Y/n what the fuck are you doing climbing up my house at fucking 11 at night” he spat out. You flinched slightly at the harsh tone of his voice, your eyes roaming everywhere but his face , afraid to look at him in humiliation.

“okay so” you started, looking down at your feet. You stood for a second, wondering how you were going to explain yourself without sounding like ta total creep.

“Alight fuck it. “ you breathed out, looking up at Rafe. “You’ve been acting weird towards me, and being all like nice and flirty one minute and a complete ass the next and like – I just need clarification “ You exclaimed before you took in a deep breath, staring at Rafe as you waited for a response. You bit your bottom lip as he continued staring at you with a blank expression.

“Well?” You repeated, but he stayed quiet. You rolled your eyes, annoyed with the mind games he continued to play. “Rafe what is it? You like me or are you like fucking with me?” You spat out in frustration.

He finally changed his expression, this time a cocky smirk forming on his face. He reached out, grabbing one of your hands before walking backwards, leading you to follow him into his bedroom.

“uhh Rafe?” You questioned, confusion written all over your face as his eyes continued staring into yours.

“I’m not explaining myself” He finally spoke, his hair draped over his eyes as he looked down at you. You scrunched your face up as he reached behind you, closing the patio door. He chuckled slightly at your confusion before taking a step back away from you. “I’m just gonna show you” He exclaimed before pulling against your arm, leading you towards the bed before pushing against your shoulder, making you flop down. Your eyes widened as he walked over towards you, a smirk never leaving his face as his hand reached up, pushing away the stray hair in your face.

“You know, I’ve wanted to fuck you for quite sometime” He stated, leaning forward. “I mean look at you,-“ his eyes looked down and then back up your body, landing back onto your eyes, “You’re hot as fuck” He responded. You didn’t have a clue on what to say, so you continued in the same spot , sitting on his bed propped up on your hands behind you.

“You know for a pogue,” He finished, chucking as you rolled your eyes at his comment.

“Why didn’t you say anything ?” You finally spoke, looking up at him through your lashes. His cocky smirk left his face, only to return shortly after.

“Had to make sure the feelings mutual.” He replied , standing back up straight.

“and Who said it was?” You asked , trying to build your confidence back up. Rafe’s smirk widened before he let out a chuckle, his finger pointed out towards the balcony you were just climbing a few minutes ago.

“You did” he replied . you lowered your head some without responding, knowing he wasn’t wrong. HE stared down at you for a few seconds before he leaned in, the tip of his nose touching yours.

“Rafe” You breathed out as he stayed teasingly close.

“Hm” he hummed, not moving his face.

“Just fucking kiss me already” You demanded. Rafe happily obliged, his lips colliding with yours. Your hands immediately made their way to the back of his head, tugging on his hair.

“You wanna lay down for me ?” He asked after a few minutes of your tongues fighting for dominance. You didn’t respond other than nodding before you slowly laid yourself down, your eyes not leaving Rafe’s. Rafe grinned before unbuttoning your shorts, tugging on them. You lifted your hips up from the bed, helping him slide your shorts down as your teeth clamped down around your bottom lip. He stared at your hot pink panties, seeing the darkened area as you were already soaked.

“Soaking wet and I haven’t even touched you” He indicated. You felt heat rise to your cheeks as attempted to lower your head in embarrassment even though he could see you. Your mouth flew open as Rafe leaned down, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your damp panties, applying friction against your clit. You moaned out, leaning your head back as he placed the palm of his hand against you, rubbing up and down at a slow pace.

“Does that feel good?” He asked, his voice low and deep. You bit your bottom lip before nodding your head. Rafe grinned before he tugged on your panties, pulling them down to your ankles.

“Spread your legs open baby” He demanded , his voice calming but deep and intimidating.

You grinned before slowly spreading them open, his eyes focused on your heated core the whole time.

You laid your back flat against his bed as he got down on his knees, pulling you by your hips down to the edge of the bed, your bottom hanging off directly across his face .

“Rafe” You moaned out as you felt his warm tongue glide along your slit, his tongue stopping against your clit before he enclosed his lips, sucking slightly. He wiggled his tongue back and forth as his inserted his two index fingers into you, curving upwards. You gripped your hands against his navy blue sheets, gasping loudly as his fingers hit against your g-spot, sending tingling feelings through your body.

Rafe took one of his hands and trailed it up your stomach under your crop top, his hand groping around breasts.

You continued moaning loudly as his finger tips swirled around your nipples while his other hand continued moving rapidly against you, his eyes looking up at you in admiration.

Rafe lifted himself up, his face close to yours as his fingers continued moving inside you.

Y/n” he called out softly causing you to open your eyed and look over at him.

He placed his lips against yours as he slowly grinded himself against your side, pushing his rock hard shaft against you.

“You wanna do this?” He breathed out as he looked down at you, the pace of his fingers slowing down. You nodded looking up at him, your heart nearly pounding out of your chest.

“Yes Rafe” you practically whined out. Rafe moved himself to where he was hovering over you, his lips placed against your neck as he pulled his joggers down some, his member popping against his abs. You breathed out deeply as you watched him line himself up before slowly sliding himself in.

“ fuck” He groaned out as he felt your walls wrap tightly against him. Rafe was not only long, but he was thick all the way around, filling you more than anyone had ever done before. You placed your arms around his neck, holding him close as he began moving his hips against you.

The room was silent, only the sounds of your deep breathing and small groaning from Rafe as he continued rocking his hips in you at a steady pace, one hand placed above your head as the other gripped tightly under your thigh to hold your leg up.

“Rafe go harder” You pleaded. Rafe instead stopped his movements completely before rolling you over onto your stomach. He pulled slightly against your hips causing your bottom to stick up in the air as your face was pressed into the bed.

You gasped loudly as Rafe inserted himself into you again from behind, the new position giving him access to going deeper in you, which was exactly what he did. You felt his hand land on the back of your head, pressing you deeper into the bed as he began grinding his hips deep into you. He began slow at first but then began giving you exactly what you wanted , slamming himself into you over and over again.

At this point the pleasure was overwhelming and you couldn’t hold the moaning in as he continued rocking his hips into you, the sound of skin slapping echoing the room.

“Fuck im gonna cum” Rafe groaned out deeply in your ear, the feeling of your tight warm walls around him bringing him close to his own climax. He began placing sloppy kisses on your back, his pace speeding up. You arched your back feeling yourself clench around him as you orgasmed, your clit pulsing. You whined out, tugging on his sheets as Rafe continued to pound into you, riding out your high.

“Fuck y/n “ Rafe groaned out as he quickly pulled out, pumping himself off shooting his load on your back.

You both stayed in the same position for a few more minutes as you tried catching your breath before Rafe grabbed a napkin from his nightstand, wiping your back off.

You rolled over, laying on your back as Rafe put his bottoms back On before looking back over at you out of breath. You grinned as your eyes roamed his glistening body, his abs very prominent and his hair stuck to his forehead from sweat.

“ You should’ve definitely came to me sooner” you finally spoke out with a giggle. He sat down on the edge if the bed chuckling slightly.

“Yeah, that was nice. “ He responded. The room became silent, you both just sitting awkwardly while you laid on his bed still naked. After a moment of silence, you finally sat up, pulling his top sheet with you while getting up off the bed.

“Soo” You said awkwardly as you wrapped the sheet over your sweaty body.

“you can use the front door ” He responded looking up at you. You almost wanted to slap him at this point, realizing he was indicating for you to leave. You scoffed while rolling your eyes before turning away, picking your clothing up off the floor.

“What?” He asked as he continued sitting on the edge of the bed, noticing you aggressively picking your clothes up in anger.

“Nothing Rafe” you mumbled as you pulled your shorts back up up your legs, turning your back towards him.

“Hey” He responded standing up, grabbing your hand after you pulled your top over your head.

“What” You replied back, looking up at him with anger.

“I wasn’t saying you had to leave now I was just saying you didn’t have to climb down the house again” He exclaimed. You stood for a second before shaking your head.

“I should go anyways, it’s late” You replied before walking over towards your shoes, sliding them on over you feet. “but don’t worry I’ll take the balcony so no one sees me”. Rafe wanted to reply to your comment but instead he stayed quiet as he watched you make your way back to his balcony before stopping, leaving your hand on the doorknob.

“Uhm” You spoke , causing him to look up at you. “I’ll see you later?” You stated, more like questioned just for your own clarification. He grinned before nodding his head, walking towards you. He walked you out to the balcony, helping you over the edge before watching you climb down to the ground to make sure you made it down safely.

You did a light jog back towards the concrete wall before turning around, looking up at the balcony. You grinned when you saw him still standing there watching you. You gave him a wave before turning on your feet, climbing back over the fence and going home.

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Just imagine

The finale starts the very same way it did. Sam and Dean are happy and domestic and now have a dog.

They go to the pie festival where they start talking about everyone they have lost and everything they sacrificed.

They end up talking about Cas. Dean is avoiding that one final conversation.

They end up going into a hunt. There is no random season 1 vampire. After a really though fight one of the vamps stabs Dean before Sam finishes off.

Dean tries to start his “I’m dying” speech when lights start exploding. I don’t have to explain how this entrance goes.

The barn doors open and Castiel is there.

“Cas?”

“Hello Sam”

Cas starts explaining how he has been helping Jack fix heaven. He heals Dean without touching him or looking at him gay angel is mad but is not about to let Dean die like this. He turns around to leave.

“Cas wait”

Dean goes on about how he can’t just leave again.

“Look man. What you said. We were about to die and I couldn’t think”

He doesn’t confess his love right here, this man needs a while to acknowledge he has feelings but it is heavily implied.

“Just don’t leave again without letting me say something this time”

Castiel just looks at him and goes “Fine”

Cut to the long and happy epilogue montage.

They are all in the bunker, Sam comes out with a bag. Eileen is waiting in the stairs.

Sam and Dean are on a hunt. The monsters blow up. They turn around and Jack is there awkwardly saying hi.

Sam and Eileen do research together.

Dean and Cas go hunting together.

Sam proposes to Eileen. She says yes. Both on sign language.

All their living friends go to the wedding. Dean is the best man. Cas awkwardly marries them. Jack is the flower girl.

Dean Cas and the dog emerge from the impala and look onto a rebuilt Harvelle’s roadhouse only the road says Winchester’s roadhouse. They start setting up. It is Jack’s wedding present.

Eileen is clearly pregnant. She and Sam are decorating a nursery. You can see guarding signs in pastel tones and plushies with meta references.

Dean is running through a hospital, there is blood in his face. He arrives to a room to see Sam and Eileen with their new baby. The idiot ran all the way from a hunt to see his nephew.

Hunters come and go from the roadhouse. Same with Castiel between doing god stuff with Jack.

Jody and Donna go visit Sam and Eileen. The baby is wearing plaid (because what else).

Claire and Kaia are drinking with Dean. Castiel arrives. They have been getting more and more physically intimate every time we see them.

The whole family is celebrating Christmas. Jody, Donna and their girls are there. Same for Charlie and her gf. Bobby is playing with Sam Jr.

There is a knock at the door. It is Rowena bearing gifts. The queen of hell takes Christmas off to see her adopted children.

Dean is playing with a slightly older Sam Jr.

Next time we see him Castiel is at the roadhouse wearing Winchester plaid.

Sam is helping his kid with homework there are both textbooks and lore books on the table.

At some point the dog stops appearing.

A hunter is drinking coffee on Sam and Eileen’s living room while they look through some books. In the background you can see all the FBI cellphones.

Dean plays pool in the roadhouse with Cas by his side.

Sam and Dean visit Jody and Donna who are now retired together.

At some point they go to Donatello’s funeral. The camera goes up implying he went to heaven in the end.

Sam and Dean are bickering in the kitchen. Eileen laughs. Cas questions his life choices. Jack and a tween Sam Jr. are outside talking. Jack might be god but he is also the kid’s older brother.

Bobby’s funeral. Many hunters are there. Dean delivers a speech. Ends up saying he will see him someday.

Dean teaches teenage Sam Jr. how to drive in the impala. It goes as well as you can imagine.

They all have family lunch together.

Castiel heals Dean. Sexual tension has gone away. They are an actual old married couple now.

Sam Jr. graduates college the whole family is there to celebrate. You can see the tattoo in his arm.

This kid is having the best of both worlds plus a loving family.

Hunters arrive in a hurry to the roadhouse. We go into Dean and Cas’s bedroom. Sam is holding his hand. Cas is sitting on the other side with Jack standing beside him.

Now old man Dean gets to give his emotional speech. We all cry like we were supposed to.

After he dies surrounded by his family the camera turns. Cas and Jack are no longer there.

Dean arrives in heaven. He is still in his bedroom. Jack is there to welcome him.

Down on the heaven roadhouse all his loved ones are waiting for Dean.

Mary gives him the longest hug.

Same with original Bobby.

Everyone is there for the reunion. Jo, Ellen, original Charlie (who jokes about them getting another Charlie because they missed her so much), Kevin (In heaven as he deserves), Pamela, Adam, Benny (Somehow). John Winchester doesn’t deserve to be in here but if he is he is in the background.

Dean turns to the door and there is a silhouette in a trench coat.

He runs towards Cas because its been a while since he could run like that.

Now we get the kiss. It is as beautiful and tender as we imagined. And deserved.

Everyone leaves them be. Jack has been updating them on Destiel for the past 30 odd years.

Back on earth we get old man Sam (a believable old man Sam) mourning his brother on the Impala.

Dean and Cas go on a ride in the impala.

Sam dies with his kid by his side. It is implied Eileen passed away at some point. After he is gone Jack puts a hand on Sam Jr’s shoulder reassuring him their dad is happy and went to reunite with both his brother and the love of his life.

Dean parks the Impala. He and Cas get off the car. Castiel stays behind. Dean goes to the bridge railing.

“Hey Sammy”

They embrace. Castiel is there with them. Everyone is happy.

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mysticalrambling · 3 years

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Coming Home (C.E)

Chris Evans Fanfiction (Fanfiction Masterlist)

Summary: dad!Chris Evans. Chris comes home to his twins fighting and he scolds them. But he also takes care of their wounds with you and then you all go out to eat ice cream and have a family day.

Warnings: None. Minimum angst but fluff all the way.

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"Where are the kids?" Your husband came and sat right next to you on the couch. It was a shock to him when he didn't see his two little munchkins clinging to his legs the moment he entered the house. It has been kind of their routine from the moment they could walk on their little two legs.

“They are busy playing in their play room. Why are you not happy about it?” You knew that after a full day of shooting, coming home to two energetic kids was tiring and stressful. So you were shocked when he wasn’t glad to have a moment of peace by himself.

“Well, they are a part of my routine now. It feels weird not having them jumping around me.” The three year olds have always been more attached to Chris than you. Initially, you were a little jealous that the twins focused all their attention on your husband but now you were glad. Having a piece of quiet while he handled the children was pretty awesome.

You both had pretty successful careers and when the twins came into your lives, you both decided that you would handle it all together. In the start, each one of your married girlfriend told you that you had to quit your job as the marketing head because being a mom was a full time job. You were scared and when you shared your concerns with Chris, he consoled you and told you that you would both do it all. Having successful careers while being good parents.

“Just spend sometime with me while Emma and Jason are distracted.” Pouring him a glass of wine, you leaned in to him with your head on his shoulder.

“That is a good way to spend my evening. How was your day, sweetheart?”

“It was hell. My boss gave me a project to complete with a bizarre timeline and when I couldn’t complete it on time. He just took it all out on me in front of my colleague.” Today was humiliating for you and you couldn’t wait to get home, drink a nice glass of wine and relax. “Hated it, babe. How about you?

“Well, my co star couldn’t get her part right so we had to do the same scene five times. We are behind on shooting now and I have to get up early tomorrow morning so that we can catch up to the schedule.” Sighing, he took a long sip of the red liquid and felt his muscles relaxing.

There was a moment of silence that enveloped the room and you just basked in it. “A crappy day for us both.”

“Indeed. Let’s do something exciting then.” He kissed you and just when things were about to get heated, a piercing scream interrupted the moment.

“What-What is happening?” He was still in a haze and couldn’t properly interpret anything.

“It looks like your kids are fighting again.”

“Are you going to handle them?”

“Oh no!” Laughing at his incredulous request, you picked up your glass again. “You wanted to spend time with them so go on.”

Chris got up from the couch and went upstairs. Emma and Jason love each other to death but they have been fighting from the womb. Emma is the stubborn one and while, Jason backs out most of the time. Sometimes, he retaliates and it turns real bad, real fast. They were pretty hot headed, just like you.

“What is happening here?” The dad mode was fully in place when he saw his little girl sitting on the floor with hands pressed to a bloody forehead and his little boy trying to console her.

“She pushed me and then I pushed her. Not my fault. But she hurt, daddy.” The panic in Jason’s eyes was evident.

“(Y/N)! Come here, right now!” You scrambled to your feet as soon as Chris’s voice boomed across the living room. “You never hurt your sister, Jason. This is not alright.” The stern voice was new for Chris but the situation required it.

“But, daddy-”

“No excuses, Mister. Now, apologise to your sister and no toys for you for the whole week.” He got in to action with the first aid kit that he took out of their walk in closet. Emma was still crying her lungs out even when Chris tried to console her. She was not letting him touch the wound and was squirming uncontrollably in his lap.

“Daddy, why you always bla- blame me? Hate you.” Hiccuping, he stuttered on the big words and then stomped out of the room. You tried to stop your son but he just ran past you.

“What is- Oh my god!” The blood was now soaking up your little girl’s shirt and she still wouldn’t let Chris touch the wound.

The one thing that your kids inherited from your husband was the fear of blood and stitches. The small three year old knew that a boo boo that hurts really bad will lead to stitches. You knew how to handle all three of your babies in situation like these. Taking Emma from your husband, you hugged her lightly.

“Bubba, I need to look at your boo boo and then you can have the Elsa bandage.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” When she removed her chubby, little hand, you were relieved that the cut was not big or deep. A bandage would just do the trick. You softly hummed a tune in her ears while you applied an antiseptic to the wound and then the band aid. She had tears streaming down her face and she was sniffling quietly. Chris took her from you when you were done and gently rocked her in his arms. He always loved it when both your children seeked comfort in you. It reminded him of how lucky he was to have you. “Where did Jason go?”

“I scolded his regarding this and he threw a tantrum.” When Emma heard Jason’s name, she further curled herself into his chest.

“Give her to me.” Raising her face by holding her chin, you sternly asked her. “Tell me what happened, young lady?”

With a guilty tone, she told you both that she was the one who pushed Jason first. They were both playing with the doll house that Chris bought Emma as her third birthday present. Jason wanted to add his toy cars to the doll house but she won’t allow it. She pushed him first and he hit his wrist on the small coffee table but then he pushed her back. When she fell back, she hit her head on the side of the wooden house.

“You are going to apologise to him, Emma. I told you that this much anger is not alright, bubba.” Chris took her to the twin’s room that had two different themes running through it. Emma was never a fan of the color pink so she went with purple and Jason really loved yellow, so he got that. The room looked like a clown’s den but Chris was never the one to deny his children’s requests. They had his whole heart well, except you.

“Jace, Emma would like to say something to you.” Setting her on her feet, she went towards his elder brother by barely three minutes.

“I am sorry, Jacey. Never should have pushed you. Kiss your boo boo to make up?” He nodded gently when his sister climbed in to the body. Extending the bruised wrist, Emma held it in her hands and lightly pecked on it. Meanwhile, you got a numbing cream for Jason and you stopped in the doorway with Chris and watched their interaction. They were your and Chris’s two little bundle of joys and you both couldn’t get enough.

“I am sorry that I yelled at you, baby. You two will not have your toys for a week. But who wants ice cream right now?” They both jumped at the mention of their favorite treat.

Chris had a way with the children. He completed all their wishes from eating ice cream as dinner or buying the most expensive toys for them. Making them happy was his primary job and he fulfilled it with great joy. However, he knew when to step up. He knew when to tell them no because he didn’t want his children to be some spoiled brats. He knew how to mediate and that was one of the many thing that you loved about him.

“I will get your jackets while daddy will help you with your shoes.” Going downstairs, you placed Dodger’s food in his bowl because you were going to be out for sometime. Chris always turns a simple outing to a full blown family day. A walk in the park, dinner at a high end restaurant and then shopping at the mall.

“Let’s go.” He buckled both the kids in their respective booster seats and made sure that they both had their preferred stuff toys. God knows, if they didn’t have them on their car ride.

The ice cream place on the fifth avenue was your favorite because it was where Chris took you on your first date. Both the children went for chocolate ice creams and Chris cleaned them up after they were done anything. It was so wholesome to watch him perform his dad duties.

“Then Oliver tried to eat dirt and the teacher gave him a time out.” You never understood why your son was friends with that boy because all he ever cared about was dirt.

“That’s why I hate boys. They are dirty.”

“That’s right, bubba. They are all dirty and disgusting. You stay away from all of them.” Gently nudging him with your shoulders, you playfully scoffed at him. He was sometimes very protective of his children.

“Ollie said girls also have icky germs.”

“Yes. You also stay away from them.” Chris was full on laughing at the situation right now because both the kids were in some serious thoughts.

“Okay dadda.” They both started skipping on the side walk and already started bickering about who was their dad’s favorite. He took you in his arms and kissed you on the forehead.

“Thank you for all this, babe. I love you.” He was truly thankful for you and for everything that you brought in his life.

“I love you too. Now let’s buckle them in before they start pushing each other again.”

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A/N: Dad Chris Evans is a dream so I wanted to write a little blurb related to this idea. Hope you guys enjoyed it. You guys can send in requests but I will get to them a little bit later because I am focusing on my drafts right now. Tell me if you guys want to be added to the tag list.

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