#my mom hid it from me and now I’m getting the full picture

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Bad Medicine | Chapter 14

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synopsis: The wedding between the Seresin mafia and the Santiago mafia has finally arrived. But what's a wedding without a little drama?

word count: 6.2k

warnings: PTSD, trauma, mentions of scars, mentions of murder, mentions of torture, torture, graphic character death, shootings, guns, blood, revenge plot, illusion of suicide, death.

“Rise and shine, cupcake!” 

The dark room was infiltrated with light as the middle Santiago brother ripped the curtains open. Y/N let out a groan as the morning sun hit her directly in the face. Narciso didn’t seem to pay any mind to his sister as he opened the large bay window, taking a deep breath of the fresh air. Y/N turned her face away from the window, finding the spot next to her empty. She frowned and pushed herself up on her elbow finding a note addressed to her and a singular red rose on the bedside. 

“Y/N!” Narciso clapped his hands, getting his sister’s attention. 

“Sorry,” She said and looked over at him, “Actually, I’m not. What the hell are you doing?” 

“I’m your maid of honor, for lack of a better word.” He smiled brightly. 

“Who said that?” 

“Me,” Narciso said, and walked over to her, and flung the rest of the blankets off of her, “I know you would much rather it be Mom and Sophie helping you, but I guess I’m third best. Besides, have you seen the way the other two dress. . . they need more help than us today, sis.” 

“Thank you,” Y/N smiled and hugged her older brother. 

“Any time,” Narcisosaid, wrapping an arm around her and squeezing gently, “Please have this be the last wedding though. I’m not sure if Dad’s pockets can afford another one.” 

“I thought it was known that we marry for money in this family?” Y/N joked. 

Narciso rolled his eyes, and helped her up from her bed. He led her down the hall towards Bob’s room, which was now turned into a makeshift glam room. Narciso had various stylists walking around the room setting up their makeup and hair stations. Y/N beamed brightly at her brother, as a woman came up and grabbed her hand, softly pulling her over to get working on her hair. Narciso smiled to himself and leaned against the door, watching his sister smile. It had been a long time since he had seen a genuine smile on her face. 

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Jake stood in the middle of the backyard as wedding planners were finishing their final touches on the altar and the rows of white chairs. At first, Jake thought that 200 chairs that were in a curved half circle was a bit extreme, but then he saw the final guest list, and suddenly worried if they had enough chairs. Everyone was coming to see the wedding of one of the most notorious mobsters in California. It was hard to believe that Jake Seresin, the ‘Hangman’, was getting married to the Don of Italy’s daughter. 

And not just any Don of Italy’s daughter, Rafael Santiago’s daughter. The wild card. The damaged rose. Everyone thought after what had happened with Francisco, that the Don would’ve hid his daughter away. ‘Sent her to Rome to be a nun’ was the rumor that had floated around for several months until someone spotted her in that strip club back in New York. But now the rumor was that the Santiago girl had settled down, and was ready to be a wife. 

“Care to tell me why I just found a book full of naughty pictures of my sister?” Gianni asked, shoving something against Jake’s chest. The blonde grunted and looked down at the scrapbook in his hands, “She told me to give this to you, didn’t say what it was, and now, I feel like I need to go stab my own eyes out.” 

Jake chuckled and tucked the book under his arm, “Don’t you know not to open things that don’t belong to you?” 

“Shut up, Seresin,” Gianni shoved him as he walked into the house, still grumbling about the photo album in Jake’s hands. 

Jake looked around the backyard, taking in the smiles on everyone’s faces. There was a buzz in the air, the scent of excitement. The wedding wasn’t supposed to start for another four hours, but Jake felt ready to jump out of his skin. He had been woken up early this morning by Emile, and ushered down to his room at the opposite end of the house. Jake looked over his shoulder at the balcony, white curtains covered the french doors so he couldn’t see his bride inside. 

Despite everyone's smiles, there was only one person who didn’t seem to have a joyous expression on their face. Jake had noticed that Bradley had an uneasy look on his face and had avoided looking him in the eye all morning. The mustached man was now wandering around from place to place, trying to find something to keep him busy. Bradley hated not having something to do, he was never the type to just and wait.  

“Emile,” Jake called over to his maid, “Can you take this to my room? And tell the future missus thank you for the gift.” Emile nodded and took the book from him. Jake stuffed his hands into his pocket and walked over to Bradley, who was fiddling with a white bow on the back of one of the chairs, “Do you even know what you are doing?” 

Bradley didn’t look up, but stopped his messing with the bow, “I think-” 

“You’ve been avoiding me.” 

“I have not-” 

“Bradley,” Jake said sincerely. 

Bradley sighed and looked up at the man he considered to be a brother, “I’m sorry.” 

“Why?” Jake asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Bradley stood up from his crouching position and scratched the back of his neck. It is hard to describe Bradley as being small, but as he stood in front of Jake, avoiding his green eyes, Bradley did in fact look “small”.  Jake could see a little boy who looked like he had just gotten caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar. 

“I. . . I thought maybe if I stay away from this one, I won’t mess it up.” Bradley mumbled, “I seem to be the angel of death,” Jake sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “I’m sorry for what I-” 

“What happened with Natasha was not your fault,” Jake said, “You can’t help who you love.” Bradley looked up at his friend, “One of the things I will regret until my dying breath, was letting you believe that you are a monster, a killer.” 

It had been one of the darkest times in Bradley’s life after betraying not only Jake, but the family that gave him so much when he had lost his own. Bradley hated that he had been so naive and had fallen in line right where Natasha wanted him. He knew that Jake could’ve killed him right then and there, laying his body out in cold blood like Natasha’s. However, Jake decided to show Bradley mercy. And every day Bradley felt like he had to figure out how to repay him somehow. 

“I was already a monster,” Bradley looked at his hands. His hands were rough and calloused from years of working with his hands, “I don’t think I’ll ever get my happily ever after. No one can love the fucked up monster. I had that and-and I lost it.”  

“Someone out there will,” Jake answered. He put his hand under Bradley’s chin and lifted it up, “I never blamed you for what happened. I just want you to forgive me, Bradley.” 

“I forgave you years ago,” Bradley admitted, “I’m glad you found Y/N. . . or she found us, I guess. It’s been nice to have someone to take care of us. She. . . she reminds me of my mom, in a way.” 

Jake smiled and hugged Bradley. Bradley sighed and melted into the hug, not realizing how much he needed the physical reassurance from the mafia leader. He had spent years watching his every move, careful of what Jake was doing. He always felt like there was a target on his back for a mistake he had made when he was young and stupid. But to have Jake tell him that he forgave him, felt like cinder blocks lifted off his shoulders. 

Rooster pulled back from the hug, “I gotta get going. I want to stop by the hospital before this thing kicks off.”

“Hospital?” Jake asked. 

“Yeah. . . check on Sophie,” A blush filled Bradley’s cheeks and Jake gave a singular nod. 

“Check on her, huh?” A small smirk graced Jake’s lips and Bradley playfully shoved the man, “Alright, alright, give an update to Y/N please. I know she’s worried about Sophie.” 

“I will,” Rooster nodded, and turned to walk in the house. 

“Oh! And send my brother to me.” Rooster gave Jake a thumbs up before disappearing into the labyrinth that is the Seresin Mansion. 

Jake took one last glance around the backyard before looking up at the balcony. He smiled seeing his wife standing in the doorway, looking out at the rose garden. She was wearing a white silk robe and her hair had been pinned back into an updo. She held a glass of champagne in her hands, her face was still makeup free. Jake loved when her face was bare, not hiding her scars from him. He looked at her face, memorizing every single line that adorned it. 

Feeling his stare, Y/N looked from the sparkling white roses to her fiance. She gave him a soft smile and a small wave. He mouthed to her ‘I Love You’, and held his hand on his heart. Y/N nodded and whispered back the same three words. She then sent him a wink, as she turned around, untying her robe, and letting it cascade to the ground. Jake bit back a smirk, as he watched her naked body disappear into their room and the doors to the balcony shut. 

“Some things will never change,” He mumbled to himself, fixing his dress pants. Jake looked over the backyard, looking at the altar, that in just a few moments he’d be standing under, holding hands with his wife. Jake smiled to himself, as he shook his head and looked down at his shoes. He couldn’t wait until he heard the words, ‘You may now kiss your wife’. 

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Y/N’s hands were shaking as she sat at her vanity, looking at herself in the mirror. She had been here before. It was giving her deja vu, sitting looking at herself in nothing but a strapless white lace bra, matching panties, her hair done and pinned back, and makeup done to the nines. Her scars had been covered, as if the past trauma had never happened to her. She could almost believe that her face was without any scarring, but she could still see some remnants of the angry skin left behind. 

A knock at the door and a voice called out to her, snapping her from her warring thoughts, “Can I come in?” 

“Yeah, Gio,” Y/N said, clearing her throat and reaching for her robe. She slipped it on her shoulders as Gianni walked through the door, a smile on his face. 

“How are you doing?” He asked, sitting down on the edge of her bed. 

“Want me to be honest?” She asked and he nodded, “I’m terrified,” Y/N looked up at her brother, tears threatening to spill from her eyes, “I just. . . I keep pinching myself, seeing if this is real. If I really am about to marry a man that I love, or if this is some sick joke.” 

Gianni stood up from the bed and walked to her. He gently lifted her chin with his finger, “This is real. Nothing, and I mean, nothing, is going to hurt you.” Y/N nodded and Gianni’s face softened, “I will never forgive myself for not killing Francisco when I had a chance. I never-” 

“It was on me,” Y/N said and dabbed under her eye, “I begged you to show him mercy. I thought that he would get the hint after what you did to him, but he’s a sick man.” 

“And he’s a dead man, when we find him,” Gianni pulled her into a tight hug, “He will never, ever, hurt you again. You have my word.” 

“Thank you, Gianni,” Y/N said, and he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. Another knock on the door separated the siblings. Y/N froze for a moment, hoping it wasn’t her soon to be husband trying to steal another look, “Who is it?” 

“Bob,” A smile graced her face and Gianni nodded, turning and heading out the door. He patted Bob on the back, going down the hall to try and find Jake, and hopefully smoke a cigar with him before the wedding kicked off. 

Y/N crossed her arms over her chest and nodded for Bob to come into her room. The blue eyed man quietly shut her bedroom door and walked right to her, not hesitating to give her a tight hug. Y/N let out a small sound, as he squeezed her. Out of all of the boys, Bob had been the only one who hadn’t touched her yet. She let out a sigh and settled into the hug, running her hand up and down his back. 

“Thank you,” Bob mumbled. 

“For what?” Y/N asked. 

Bob pulled away, and she noticed he wasn’t wearing his glasses. She gently touched his cheek, running her thumb over the apple of his skin. He looked strikingly handsome with his ocean blue eyes. Y/N swore that she could even see what looked like waves in his eyes. The more that she looked at him, the more that she could see the similarities between him and Jake. They had the same blonde hair, and striking colored eyes. They also had the same half smile whenever they were trying to hide their blush. 

“For giving me my brother back,” Bob said, “We used to be really close, when we were younger but. . . we grew apart after everything happened. And I am sorry he was so horrible to you when you first got here. I make no excuses for him, and I know he will spend the rest of his life apologizing to you for what he did. . . but he’s just been through so much. The both of you had. I think that’s what makes you two so perfect for each other.” 

Y/N grabbed his hand, and squeezed it, “Thank you, Bob,” her voice cracked as she felt hot tears well up in her eyes. 

“No! Don’t cry, Narciso will kill me,” Bob said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out kleenex, “I’m sorry for making you cry.” 

“You didn’t,” Y/N said, “I always wanted to feel love like this. To be in a family who truly loves each other. You all might not have the perfect relationship, there might be buried skeletons and ghosts, but at the end of the day, you all love each other. And now, I finally get to experience that too.” 

“You’ve always had that, Y/N. Might not have been displayed for the whole world to see, but it’s always been there,” Bob assured her. 

“Excuse me, Mr. Floyd,” Emile said, knocking on the door, holding the white dress in her hand, “We need to get her dressed.” Bob smiled brightly, looking at Y/N. He kissed her cheek, whispering ‘good luck’ before walking out the door. 

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Jake was finishing up the final touches on his tux, when he heard a soft knock on the door, followed by his younger brother stepping into the room. He smiled at his brother and took a step back from the mirror and embraced him in a hug. 

“She looks beautiful,” Bob said. 

Jake pulled away from the hug. His smile was so bright he bet that he could power a whole dark city, “You saw her?” 

Bob nodded, and put his hands into his pockets, “Yeah, stopped by her room on the way here. What did you want to see me for?” 

Jake sucked in a breath and fiddled with his hands, “I want to apologize to you, for what I did, taking you away from MIT and forcing you into this family.” 

“Oh, I forgave you for that a long while ago. I knew it was inevitable,” Bob shrugged. 

“I still had no right to do that to you,” Jake said, “You were the one that had a chance at living a normal life, and I ruined that for you.”

Bob smiled shyly, looking down at his black dress shoes. Bob had constant dreams about living that kind of life, except they all ended the same way, with Jake showing up and tearing him away. Jake read his face and put the final touches on his tie, before stepping behind him, so Bob was standing directly in front of the full-length mirror. Jake’s hands went to his shirt and smoothed out the wrinkles and adjusted the tie. 

“You know, out of the four of us, I always thought it was gonna be your wedding we go to first. You were the one who was gonna live that white picket fence life. Kids running around the front yard, and an apple pie on the kitchen table. Dad kinda set you up for all that,” Jake smiled. 

“You know I won’t ever have that. . .” Bob sighed. Jake watched as his brother’s face fell, knowing exactly what he was talking about. It took Jake, his parents, and even Rooster to get Bob to stop searching for his lover. Bob had taken an unhealthy obsession with trying to find a ghost. He took a step away from Jake and walked towards the door, “She’s just gone, Jake, like she never even existed.” 

“If there is anyone on this earth who can find her, it’s you, Bob,” Jake said truthfully. 

“I’ve never stopped looking for her. But she’s just. . . gone, like a ghost.” 

Jake chuckled and shoved his hands into his pockets, “No one just disappears Bobby, have you ever thought that you're over focussing, broaden your mind, you'll find her. Or maybe she'll find you.” 

Bob nodded to himself and walked out of the bedroom door, leaving Jake alone with his thoughts. Jake sighed and sat down on his bed, looking around the room. It was pretty much bare now, all his belongings having been moved into the master bedroom with Y/N. He leaned over towards his bedside table, seeing an envelope addressed to him. He smiled as he picked it up and opened it.  

“To my true soul,” 

 — — — ♱♱♱ — — — ♱♱♱ — — — 

Her breath was in her throat. Everyone was waiting for her, the isles were lined with flowers, the bows on the backs of the chairs had been tied to perfection. The boys had already taken their spots at the altar, each of them wearing black tuxes with white button ups. Jake was the only one wearing an all black suit, as he bounced on the balls of his feet, trying to settle the nerves in his body. Javy couldn’t help but grab his friend's shoulders, shaking them, as a goofy smile spread on his face. 

Y/N looked at herself in the mirror one last time, fixing up some flyaways in her hair. Her dress fit her perfectly, the lace laying on her smooth skin. Her hands were shaky as Emile handed her her flower bouquet. Emile quickly moved around her, fixing some things with her dress and veil. Y/N glanced at the doors in front of her, which were shut and a curtain drawn over them so no one could see her on the other side. Her heart pounded, knowing that right on the other side was her soon to be husband. 

“You look perfect,” She said, fixing the veil on her shoulders, “He’s a lucky man.” 

“I think I am the lucky one,” Y/N answered, as she took in a deep breath. 

Emile smiled, “I always knew that you two would fall in love. Mr. Jacob is rough around the edges when you first meet, but he melts your heart. He melted mine, that’s for sure. Been taking care of all four of them since they were in trainers.” 

“Thank you, Emile,” Y/N said genuinely. Emile nodded and kissed her forehead, as the door opened and her father walked in. Emile excused herself as the Don stepped over to his daughter, “Papa,” 

“Y/N,” The Don responded. He held his hand out to her and she gently placed her hand in his. His hands were rough from years of working with his hands, but they were always warm and gave Y/N a sense of security, just like when she held his hand as a child, “You look perfect. A spitting image of your mother.” 

“I wish she could be here,” Y/N spoke, tears filling her eyes. 

“Oh, tesoro,” Rafael said, wiping her tears softly, “Don’t cry. She’s here, in your heart. She always has been.” Y/N nodded, and gripped her father’s arm tightly, “You ready?” 

“Yeah,” She smiled, “Just don’t. . . don’t let me fall.” 

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” The Don spoke. He nodded to the guards in front of him to open the doors that led to the garden. 

Everyone’s eyes turned and looked at her. Everyone stood up as the pianist started playing the notes to ‘Turning Page’, the song Bob had picked out for them. Her steps faltered for a second, taking in the sight of all the eyes on her, and she squeezed Rafael’s arm. He patted her hand gently, reassuring her that he wasn’t going to fail her, not this time. She looked up at her dad, and Rafael felt a moment of deja vu. She was suddenly the five year old girl going to her first day of school, scared to go run with the other children, and searching for the okay to go. 

“I’ve got you,” Rafael whispered to her, and Y/N nodded, the anxiety melting away. Y/N took a deep breath and looked back down the aisle at her Jake, who’s eyes were blurry with tears.

Jake’s eyes found hers in an instant, looking at her. No one else mattered but her, she was the only person Jake could see. Jake couldn’t help the tears that formed in his eyes as Y/N walked down the aisle towards him. Any anxiety he had about this moment melted away when she smiled at him. Javy gently nudged Jake and smiled at him. Bob had only seen this look in Jake’s eyes once before, and he was worried he’d never see that again. Bob was thanking the stars above that Jake had found his forever. The aisle seemed endlessly long as Y/N had finally made her way to Jake. Jake took a step down off the altar to take her from her father. 

“Jacob,” Rafael whispered, “Take good care of my daughter.” 

“I will protect her with my life,” Jake whispered back. The Don smiled and placed a kiss on Jake’s cheek. He turned to his daughter and placed a kiss on her cheek, before going to join his boys in the front row. Jake moved the veil from Y/N’s face and smiled at her. 

“Hi,” She said softly. 

“Hey,” He whispered back. He took her hand, and gently led her up the steps to stand in front of the priest. She passed her bouquet back to Narciso, and then grabbed both of Jake’s hands. He squeezed them gently, before turning his head towards the Priest. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, you may be seated,” The Priest said, “We are gathered here today to witness the holy union between Y/N Santiago and Jacob Seresin. The love that has been granted upon them is obvious, as it surrounds not only them but all of us as well. If there is anyone who objects to these two being joined in the face of the Lord and become one within one another, please speak now, or forever hold your peace.” 

Jake looked at Y/N and smiled, as they heard silence from the crowd. He grabbed her hand in his, running his thumb over the back of her hand. He opened his mouth to whisper something to her, when someone from the back of the crowd stood up and yelled: 

“I object!” 

Jake’s head snapped towards the sound, his jaw dropping slightly, “Natasha?”

Y/N’s heart was beating erratically as she looked at the woman that had haunted her husband’s dreams. Y/N went to take a step forward when a loud gun shot rang out. Jake quickly grabbed her hand to pull her back to him as screams filled the crowd, but Y/N was frozen in place as she looked down at the growing red spot seeping through her white dress. 

“Y/N. . .” Jake whimpered out, as he helped her down to the ground before she could collapse. 

The single shot was followed by rapid gunfire, as screams and cries filled the air, people immediately running for the quickest cover they could find. Jake looked up to where Natasha was standing, watching her make her way towards him. He felt sick as he looked down at his wife, his hands going to her midsection, standing them with crimson. When he looked back up, Natasha was gone. 

Rafael tried to push through the guards, but they pushed the mafia leader away, trying to get him to safety. He tried his best to fight against them, but he was no match against Paulo and Narciso’s strength as they pushed him towards the house. Rooster and Gianni grabbed the guns from their waist bands and took off, looking for the source of the gunfire. 

“Jake,” Her small voice drew Jake’s attention back to her. He sucked in a breath as the color was gone from her face. Jake looked back up briefly, seeing Natasha standing in front of him, a sick smirk on her face. He blinked a couple times, and again, she was gone. The sound of coughing made Jake look back down at his bride, watching as pink froth left her lips. He adjusted her in his arms, helping her sit up a bit. He knew that gunshot wounds to the stomach were an awful way to die. Slowly, your body positioned itself as the toxins from your intestines leaked into your blood. 

What the fuck, Jacob, he thought, shaking his head again, “Help me!” Jake yelled out to anyone who was near. 

“J-Jake,” Y/N stuttered out, her hands going on top of his as a way to add more pressure to the growing wound. Her body felt searing hot, as she tried to push herself up. Her mind was clouded over with the pain, that nothing made sense. Who could have done this? Why would someone want to hurt us like this?

“I don’t want to die, Jake.” 

Bob and Javy ran in towards the house, both their guns drawn as they frantically looked around. Bob spotted him first, pointing out the man dressed in all black, running towards the front gate. Both the men went running after him, firing their weapons, trying to hit him. Bob was fast, his long legs carrying him towards the perpetrator quickly. He tackled them to the ground, both of them falling with a grunt. Bob took the blunt end of his gun and struck him in the face, making the man grunt. 

“Cease fire!” Bob yelled, “I got him! I got him!” 

The gunfire ceased as Rooster and Gianni both ran in the house towards Bob, to help him gather whoever was the cause of this. Rooster helped Bob stand the perpetrator to his feet, taking his belt and using it as makeshift handcuffs until they could get him into the chamber. Gianni saw nothing but red, as soon as he laid eyes on the perpetrator’s face. Gianni took his fist and struck him in the jaw, making the perp sag a bit in Rooster and Bob’s hold. 

“Fuck!” He grunted, “Nice to see you too, Gianni.” 

“You’re going to fucking burn, Francisco,” 

“Promise?” Francisco smirked. 

“Get him to the fucking chamber,” Javy demanded.

The backyard was silent as the smoke and dust cleared, leaving behind debris in its wake of tipped over chairs, articles of clothing, broken flower vases and bullet shells. Jake slowly rocked Y/N back and forth, holding her close. His hands did the best they could to stop the blood from escaping from her body. Usually the sight of blood didn’t bother him, but there was something about seeing the dark red stain, the perfect white of her dress, that made him sick. 

“J-Jake. . .” Y/N called out to him. Jake laced their fingers together, the blood making their fingers stick together, “I-I don’t want-“

“Shh baby, shh,” Jake cried, wiping the tears from her face, “Help me! Somebody! Help!” She groaned in pain as Jake jolted her slightly. Jake quit moving and kissed her forehead, “It’ll be okay. I promise.” Y/N nodded weakly as Jake held her, “Help!” 

“I-it h-hurts.”

Jake looked down at her, taking in the sight of her. He knew there was nothing anyone could do, and he knew that she knew it too. He held her close and rocked her gently. Her usual tan skin was now pale. The midsection of her dress was almost completely red. Jake hated it. 

“I’m right here, okay. I’m not gonna go anywhere.” 

Her mind was in a limbo of wanting to accept death, accept what was going to happen to her or to fight against it to live. This couldn’t be her ending. Not now, not that she had made amends with those who hurt her. Not when she just found her true love, her true happiness. She had faced death before, and welcomed it before. But now, seeping into that black abyss was terrifying. Going into an undiscovered place, alone, was worse than bleeding out in her lover’s arms. 

“I’m scared, Jake. . . I don’t want to die yet,” She sobbed out, her eyes locked on the sky above her. Jake had made a promise to her to never let her be scared again, not while his heart was still beating in his chest. 

“Don’t be, it’ll be okay, baby, it’ll all be okay,” Jake said softly, “You go, okay. Don’t be scared,  I’ll be right there.” 

Y/N nodded, her body growing weaker and weaker. It was like the pull of a tide, pulling her further and further into a deep abyss. Jake watched her features, watched as her chest rose and fell, and froze. Her eyes, the usual honey brown, grew cold and her face froze in a forever look of fear. Jake looked up at the sky, letting his tears fall, and soft sobs left his pink lips. He looked down at the girl in his arms, and brought a shaky hand to her face to close her eyes. 

“I love you. . . I love you,” Jake said and kissed her cheek. He looked around the whole backyard before bringing her body into his and letting out a loud scream of agony. Javy, Bob and Rooster watched from inside the house as Jake let out his emotions. Bob couldn’t help but shed tears at the anguishing sounds leaving Jake’s lips. They had never seen him like this, not even after Natasha. 

Paulo and Narciso had to physically hold their father up from crashing to the ground. Rafael let out a loud sob, as he watched his only daughter’s life leave her body. Gianni clenched his jaw, looking from the scene, down to his shoes. Gianni was known as The Santiago with no emotion, but he couldn’t help the tears that fell from his eyes. He had devoted much of his adult life to protecting his baby sister, and now he watched as he had failed her yet again. He wiped his tears quickly and turned on his heel walking towards the chamber that had taken Francisco. 

“Stop him,” Rafael said, fearing for what his son was going to do. 

Paulo shook his head, “He’ll be fine. He needs this.” 

Jake gently laid Y/N’s body on the ground and placed her hands on her belly, trying to cover the bullet wound the best he could. He grabbed the discarded bouquet from earlier, placed it in her hands and kissed her before standing up and marching into the house. The three other boys moved out of his way as he walked straight into the chamber. The other boys shared a look before following Jake down to the chamber. 

Gianni was already beating up Francisco when Jake got down there, the man was chained up by his wrists, as Gianni delivered blow after blow to his face. Francisco looked up at Gianni, as he held him by the back of his head, his brass knuckles shining with blood already. 

“I didn’t know you were capable of emotions,” Francisco smiled, as Gianni reeled his fist back and delivered another punch. 

“Enough,” Jake said as he walked in. Gianni nodded, dropping Francisco’s head and stepping away from the battered man. 

“Got what you wanted? A good wedding?” Francisco asked with a smirk. Jake didn’t say anything as he growled, walked over to Francisco, grabbing him by the throat. Jake could feel the crush of his hyoid bone under his hand. Francisco’s neck and face turned red as his air supply was slowly being cut off. 

“You’re fucking sick. Thinking you can get away with shit you’ve done. Killing my wife.” Jake said through a clenched jaw. 

“If I'm sick, what does that make you? You’re not some fucking saint. You hurt her too. Difference is I taught her a lesson. I’m a sinner with a reason.” 

Jake pressed down harder on his neck again, “We’re both going to hell. But I’m going to fucking kill you, and it’s going to be so fucking euphoric to watch you die slowly.” 

“Give it to me. Kill me! SHOW ME WHO THE FUCK HANGMAN REALLY IS!!” Francisco yelled. 

Jake stepped back, and raised his gun and pointed it in between Francisco’s eyes. He cocked it, and then closed his eyes. Images of the early morning he had shared with Y/N filled his mind. Jake closed his eyes, soaking in the vision of her. Her smile as he got down on one knee and finally proposed to her. Her soft voice as she sang to him. And her heartbeat, pumping in her chest, letting the blood flow throughout her body. Now she laid on the concrete, her blood shed and her body cold. 

Jake opened his eyes, letting the tears run down his face. He lowered his gun and handed it to Bob, who stood behind him. Bob looked at him confused as Jake took a step towards Francisco. 

“The reaper had mercy,” Jake whispered, placing a kiss on Francisco’s cheek. 

The men all looked at Jake, unsure of what the mafia leader was doing. Not once had they ever seen Jake back down from killing someone, especially someone who had hurt him like this. Jake walked over to his brothers, and hugged them each starting with Bob. 

“You’ll find her, I know you will,” Jake said to him. He then hugged Javy, “Take care of them when they hear, you’ve always liked you more than me.” He spoke in his best friend's ear. 

When Jake got to Rooster, he held him tightly in his arms. Jake whispered in his ear, and Rooster’s eyes widened. He went to pull back from the hug, but Jake placed his hand on his head, keeping him still until he was done talking. Rooster bit his lip, trying to suppress the sob building in his throat. Jake placed a kiss on his cheek as he pulled away from the hug. 

Jake didn’t say anything else to them but just nodded, before ascending up the stairs. 

“What a fucking puss-” 

The shot that rang out caused Francisco’s head to knock back and then forward, showering brain matter and blood along the walls. Rooster lowered his gun and handed it to Javy, feeling disgusted by what he just did. Rooster instructed the guards to clean the mess up and place Francisco in a shallow grave. 

“Wait,” Gianni said, holding his hand up. He drew the knife from his pocket and walked over to Francisco’s dead body. He leaned his head back, and flicked open the pocket knife. Gianni clenched his jaw as he carved a jagged scar down the dead man’s face, “I hope you rot in hell,” Gianni released Francisco’s head, watching the blood drip from the cut. He took a step back and spit on his corpse. They watched as Gianni walked up the stairs, exiting the chamber to go be with his family. 

The three Seresin family members stood in silence, listening to the blood drop from the dead body. Javy looked around at Bob, who’s eyes were trained on the stairs Jake had just walked up. 

“What do we do now?” Javy asked. Bob opened his mouth to speak when another gunshot went off. He jumped and let out a soft gasp, as he licked his lips and bowed his head. The realization washed over him that he was now head of the family. 

“We drink.” 

Fin.

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[dragonmuse]

For a seasonal prompt, how about some classic trick-or-treating? Either way back in the timeline for Charlie and Alma, or maybe the Callahan Gang with Pickle?

(this one took some twists on me, but here's Alma age 12 and Charlie age 9, going out trick or treating with Eddy and Stede)

“Love, come on!” Eddy called from the bottom of the stairs. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Stede laughed, descending. “I can’t tell who’s more excited, you or the children.” 

“Definitely Eddy,” Alma giggled. “Dad, do you like it?”

She had made her own costume this year from her now too small flower girl dress from the wedding last year. Using shears, she’d put artful rips in the tulle bottom and torn the top layer of the corseted top to give her some breathing room. Fake blood had been liberally splashed onto it.  Eddy had been prevailed upon for makeup help and now she looked pale as the grave, a little blood dribbling tastefully from one corner of her mouth. A stunning corpse bride. 

“I love it!” He declared. “Do a spin for us.” 

Alma twirled, the skirt swishing outward. “I still say I’m too old for trick or treating though.” 

“Next year, you can stay home and give out candy,” Stede took out his phone, snapping pictures. “But you look too good to stay home this year.” 

“Can I stay up and watch a scary movie after Charlie goes to bed though?” 

“Yes,” Eddy said before Stede could put in his two cents. “I’ll watch it with you.” 

“I’ll read in bed. Where is Charlie?” 

“He was looking for his-” 

“I’m ready!” Charlie came out of his room.  

He was wearing a white lab coat, black rubber gloves, a white wig teased out at the ends, goggles and holding a green severed arm with a bone sticking out. 

“I thought you said you were going to be Frankestein,” Eddy said blankly. The arm, despite the color, was disturbingly realistic. 

“I am,” Charlie frowned. “Dr. Frankenstein. The monster’s name is Adam.” 

“It...is?” Eddy looked to Stede, who conceded with a nod. “But you wanted to be scary this year.” 

“He’s the real monster,” Charlie said solemnly. 

“He did abandon his creation,” Stede allowed. “The monster was just doing its best to survive after that. And it was understandably angry.” 

“Okay,” Eddy decided to let that go so no one here had to examine it. “Fun. Good job, Charlie. How’s your mad scientist laugh?” 

Charlie did something that sounded more like a hyped up nine-year-old laugh, but hey, also scary in it a different way. 

“Great!” Stede decided and took a few pictures of him, then one of the two kids together where Alma pretended to gnaw on the fake arm. “Let’s go!” 

They went out into the street. It was already getting dark and there were shrieks of joy going up and down the street. Alma and Charlie were both armed with pillow cases (“Why not bags, honey?”  “Pillow cases hold more. And it’s tradition.”)  

“Would I regret asking if you ever got to trick or treat?” Eddy took Stede’s hand in hers. 

“Likely,” he sighed. “What about you?” 

“Oh yeah, every year until I was in high school. My mom would piece a costume together with what we had around when I was little. I was a vampire a couple of times, had this pair of teeth out of one of those coin machines in the grocery store.” 

“And now you can be whatever you want, any day of the year,” Stede beamed. “My beautiful Kraken.” 

“I can,” they agreed with satisfaction. “Maybe next year we should switch for Halloween. Wouldn’t that be fun?” 

“I love it,” Stede said readily. “You would look amazing in the cream gown with the gold accents. I’ll need some training on the tentacles.” 

“Eddy!” Alma called from the end of the street. “This house gave out full size candy bars!” 

“Amazing!” She yelled back. “Wait at the corner.” 

“Okay!” 

They sped up, escorting the kids down the street. Charlie had clearly been sneaking treats early, his costume enhanced by the smears of chocolate around his mouth. Alma hadn’t even hid it, sticking a watermelon lollipop into her mouth, the red adding to her general bloody vibe as well as faint, but pleasant candy scent. 

On a stoop, there was a scarecrow decoration and right as the kids trooped up past it, it leaped to it’s feet with a blood curdling scream.  Charlie jumped back a full foot, eyes wide, a strangled cry in his throat. Eddy was about to give the guy a piece of his mind when Alma kicked him hard in the knee. 

“That’s really awful!” She shouted at him. “He’s just a little kid.” 

“Fu-” The scarecrow started.

“You better not be about to swear at my kid,” Eddy snarled. “What the hell is wrong with you? Save that shit for the asshole teens that’ll be out in an hour.” 

“Damn right,” Stede agreed, sweeping in to put an arm around Charlie. 

“Hey, it’s just fun for them, you know, laugh it off after.”

“I don’t think it’s fun,” Alma huffed. “I think it’s juvenile and cruel.” 

“What are your shoes made of?” The guy groaned, reaching down to rub his shin. 

Alma hiked up her puffy skirts to reveal her shit-kicker boots. “Steel toed. And I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have kicked you. But you scared me.” 

“I.uh...yeah. Sorry.” The guy coughed. 

Stede took the kids onward and Eddy waited until they were out of sight. 

“M’am?” the guy asked uncertainly. 

“I know who you are,” she decided. “I hear you scared one more kid who doesn’t come up past your waist tonight and I’ll make sure your aunt knows who broke her ceramic planters stumbling home drunk last month.” 

The scarecrow froze. Eddy tossed her braid over her shoulder and went to catch up with her family. The kids got back in the spirit quickly enough and they did another few blocks. Eventually Charlie was dragging his bag and Eddy plucked it from him, tossing it over her shoulder. 

“Too heavy to carry means time to go home,” Stede decided. “Getting chilly too.” 

Back at the house,  they put on the Grim Adeventures of Bill and Mandy which both Alma and Charlie would still consent to watch. Two pillowcases were carefully spilled out.  Then the cutthroat trade deals began. 

“I will give you ten tootsie rolls for all five of your caramels,” Alma opened. 

“Four,” Charlie contended.  

“Done. Pretzel pack for cheetos.” 

“No way, I like cheetos,” Charlie pushed the pack out of her reach. “You can have the potato chips for the pretzels.” 

“Fine.” 

“Trade all hersheys for jolly ranchers?” 

“Except the watermelon ones.” 

“This is...good?” Stede ventured as he and Eddy watched from the couch. 

“Sure, they’re getting along,” Eddy decided. “How much are we letting them eat tonight?” 

“Five piece maximum.” 

“Ten,” Eddy contended. “They should get a little sick, that’s half the fun.” 

“If they get actually sick, on your head be it.” 

“Deal,” she laughed. 

Candy traded, consumed and tucked away from the next day,  Stede got Charlie scrubbed clean and into bed. Alma changed into her own pajamas, washing her face and sitting next to Eddy on the couch. 

“What are we watching?” 

“A classic.” Eddy assured her. “Ghosts and scares all over.” 

Stede emerged a few minutes into the viewing. Eddy waited for him to say his good nights, but he just stood there watching and eventually drifted onto the couch, sitting on Eddy’s other side, apparently taken in. With the first big jump scare, he grabbed their arm, but didn’t make a sound. 

“This poor boy,” he murmured.  

“Just fiction, love.” 

“Still.”

Meanwhile, Alma was reclining, eating her potato chips. “That headwound is gnarly.”  

“Right?”  

The climatic moment crested and Alma went “Ha! I knew it!”  Just as Stede said, “Wait. He was a ghost the whole time?” 

“The whole time,” Eddy nodded. “Mind fuck, right?” 

“I can’t believe it.” 

“I kind of guessed at the anniversary scene,” Alma shrugged. “It’s a good twist though.” 

“Twist? It’s horrific!” Stede protested. 

“Dad.” She sighed. “It’s a horror movie.” 

“...yes. Well. Excellent point, thank you. And now it’s bedtime, I think. For all of us.” 

Alma grumbled, but went. Eddy put her arm around Stede’s shoulders and kissed his temple. 

“You going to be okay?” 

“I know it’s silly to be more scared than a child, but-” 

“Love, this movie scared me so bad that I slept with the lights on for a week and I was 22 the first time I saw it.” 

“Really?” 

“Cross my heart. Every creak in the apartment gave me the creeps for weeks. Just know it now so it doesn’t get me.” 

When they went up to bed, Eddy noticed Alma had left her door open a crack. Just enough to let the light they left on in the bathroom streak over her floor. Guess she wasn’t so unaffected either. Stede picked up his book and Eddy just curled up beside him, head on his chest which was his cue to share. So he read aloud about some dry history until she fell asleep.  

Hours later, she woke and sat up. 

Something stirred in the house. She kept her eyes closed, pinpointing it. Not Alma, who would go straight for the kitchen to turn on the kettle so they could have hot chocolate with her if it woke them.  Not Stede, who was asleep beside her, breath barely creasing the air.  Unlikely to be Charlie who diligently went out like a light and wouldn’t rise until dawn when he’d settled himself somewhere with a book where someone was likely to trip over him. 

Something was awake. Eddy got to her feet and prowled downstairs, tense as a wire. Alma’s door was still cracked. Charlie’s was still closed. 

Eddy crossed the living room, sweeping, hand closing into a fist. 

But there was nothing. 

Just the wind maybe. Or her own dreams. 

Eddy stood, and listened for a long while anyway, suspended in that moment for longer than she’d like to admit. 

Go back to bed, sweetheart.  

Eddy whirled. No one there. Just a whisper that was probably the wind rustling leaves outside. No words said out loud at all. 

“Okay,” Eddy said back anyway. “I’m going” 

There was no hand on her cheek, no familiar lips on her forehead. Whatever may or may not have stirred in that thin veil was gone. Eddy went back to bed and fell into a deep sleep.

#leda house and the kraken verse #ficlet #eddy teach bonnet #stede teach bonnet #charlie bonnet #alma bonnet

[lyranova]

Children of the Future:

Chapter 25: Moms and Dads

Hi guys here’s chapter 25, there’s still quite a bit of OC content in this chapter, but there’ll be more Canon Characters in the next chapter and towards the end of this one! Also you guys will finally get to meet Alistar’s mom aka William’s wife 👀. Hehe I hope you all enjoy!

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Word Count: 2,933

Warnings: None

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“ M-Mom?”

Hikari frowned, mom? She turned to look and saw he was staring at the woman at the flower shop. That…that woman couldn’t possibly be his mom right? She was dead. But then again, they were in the past, which meant she was still alive here. She gently shook Alistar’s shoulder to try and snap him out of it.

“ That’s…are you sure that’s your mom?” She asked softly, and the white haired man nodded numbly. “ But I thought you didn’t know what she looked like?”

“ I’ve only seen one picture of her,” Alistar admitted softly, his eyes never leaving the ash-blonde haired woman. “ My father hid all the pictures of her, and one day when I was little I found a couple of pictures my father had of her so I know what she looks like, and that’s her.” He explained, Hikari nodded. She remembered her mother telling her about that, that Captain Vangeance had taken down the pictures of his wife, because it hurt him too much to look at them.

Hikari watched Alistar, she couldn’t even begin to imagine what he was feeling right now. If it were her, she would probably be in such shock that she would just freeze up or even run away. But it almost seemed like Alistar was glued to the spot.

“ Do,” Hikari started hesitantly. “ Do you want to go talk to her?” She asked, finally Alistar tore his eyes away from his mother and looked at the dark haired girl. His eyes were full of fear and hesitation.

“ I don’t know, I want to. But I’m scared. I’m scared she won’t be like how I imagined, what if she’s completely different?” He asked his friend softly, she knew he had this image of his mother in his head and he was terrified of it being shattered.

“ There’s only one way to find out isn’t there?” She told him kindly, she watched him shake his head quickly.

“ Or what if she’s exactly how I imagined and when I go back home, where she’s gone, and it just makes me miss her more and it makes…” he trailed off, the last line hanging in the air, he and Hikari both knew what he was going to say.

What if it made him blame himself more?

“ Alistar listen to me,” Hikari started as she gently cupped his face, she watched as his pale cheeks suddenly turned a bright shade of red at the action. “ this may be your only chance to see and talk to your mom, do you really want to waste it on ‘what if’s’?” She asked, she watched him blink for a few seconds.

She was right, this was his only chance. Once his mission was complete he would never come back here, and he would never see his mother again. But all those what if’s were still swimming around in his head.

“ I’ll go with you, if you want?” Hikari suggested. She didn’t want him to miss his chance and she knew deep down Alistar didn’t want to either. She watched him nod slowly, she dropped her hands from his face and turned. His mother was still outside, tending to the plants. She gave the white haired man a gentle nudge before they both slowly made their way to her.

Alistar quickly wiped his hands on his pants, he couldn’t remember the last time he was so nervous. Maybe when all the Captain’s children fought one another? No, even then he wasn’t nervous. He looked up at the sign of the store and tilted his head curiously.

“ ‘Cinnamon’s Flower Shop’?” He muttered to himself.

“ That’s right!” A voice exclaimed suddenly, Alistar and Hikari both jumped and saw his mother standing next to them with a proud look on her face. Alistar suddenly tried to take a step back but Hikari placed a gentle hand on his back to keep him there.

“ Is this your shop?” Hikari asked curiously, gently nudging Alistar in the back to say something as well.

“ Yep it is! She’s my pride and joy. It took me three years and a lot of Yul but I finally did it!” She continued before turning to look at them with a warm and almost charming smile, Hikari’s eyes widened, that was the same smile Alistar had.

“ What kind of plants are you looking for?” She asked, Alistar swallowed the lump in his throat as he tried to get his voice to work.

“ I-I’m not sure..” He trailed off softly, his mother tilted her head in thought before turning towards her plants.

“ Well if you’re not sure I can show you some stuff?” She suggested before walking closer to her shop, Alistar turned to look at Hikari, who nudged him again, and he slowly followed.

“ These are from the different cities in Clover,” She pointed towards one table. “ These are from Diamond, Heart, and Spade. Now if you want some really exotic plants and flowers,” she turned around towards another table.

“ These are all from different countries, these are from Hino, these are from Lumi, and these are from Thea! Now rumor has it that these particular flowers are even favored by the King and Queen of Thea.” She explained quietly with a wink, Alistar nodded numbly as he looked at the flowers.

“ I almost got caught bringing these in by that damned Golden Dawn Squad.” She muttered under her breath which caused Alistar to turn and look.

“ What do you mean?”

“ Those Golden Dawn have been after me for ‘smuggling’ for weeks now even though I brought most of these plants here with their respective countries' permission. I swear I think that stupid Captain has it in for me even though we’ve never met.” She muttered, Alistar blinked in surprise, she sounded like she had a real grudge against the Captain and the squad. He began to try and cover his cloak emblem but she giggled before waving it away.

“ It’s alright! I’ve never seen you before so I’m assuming you’re new to the squad so I’m not mad at you.” She said with a laugh before suddenly turning towards some of her flowers. “ Oh right I almost forgot to water you, I’m sorry my babies!” She added as she quickly grabbed her watering can.

Alistar watched her, she was almost exactly how he imagined. She was a bit scatterbrained, loved her plants like children, and could be a bit of a charmer. Although he hadn’t really planned on her being a plant smuggler and disliking his father, but for some reason it amused him.

“ Hm? What’s wrong?” Her question pulled Alistar out of his thoughts and he blushed as he had been caught staring. “ I mean, I know I’m beautiful and all but I don’t think your girlfriend over there would appreciate you staring at another woman.”

“ G-Girlfriend?!” Alistar exclaimed in surprise has his blush deepened, his mother nodded before suddenly walking over to him with a flower which she placed in his hand.

“ Go give this to her when you leave, don’t worry it’s on the house!” She told him playfully, Alistar looked down at the flower. It was a red spider lily. He suddenly felt someone fixing his hair and when he looked up he noticed it was his mother. She went from trying to fix his hair to his cloak.

“ A handsome man such as yourself should always look his best, especially when he’s around a lady he likes.” She told him quietly, she dusted off his cloak before she felt something wet hit her hand. “ Are you ok?” She asked when she looked up. Alistar was crying.

She quickly reached up and began wiping his tears away.

“ Hey why are you crying? You’re not supposed to cry.” She told him gently. “ This is a first, I’ve never made a man cry just for helping him out, usually it’s for other reasons.” She joked as Alistar shook his head.

“ S-Sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying either.” He said with a humorless laugh.

“ Even the sky cries when things get heavy, or something like that.” She said before someone shouted.

“ Zera! We need you inside!” The ash blonde haired woman turned towards the shop and nodded.

“ Coming!” She turned back towards Alistar. “ I gotta run, come by again soon okay! She then went to run towards the shop when Alistar stopped her.

“ W-Wait! I had something I wanted to ask you something!” Zera turned and waited expectantly as Alistar tried to think of something. “ W-Why did you name it ‘Cinnamon’s Flower Shop’?”

“ Oh that?” She laughed. “ Because of my last name silly, Cassia is a form of Cinnamon. So instead of ‘Cassia’s Flowers’ I thought ‘Cinnamon’s Flowers’ sounded cuter.” She explained with a simple shrug before walking up to Alistar, spinning him around, and shoving him towards Hikari.

“ Go! Your girlfriend's waiting!” She said before running inside her shop, as Alistar turned around she was already gone.

Hikari walked up to him slowly, she had been watching them from a distance and it seemed to go well, or so she hoped anyway.

“ Alistar, are you-?”

“ I’m fine. Actually, I’m more than fine I think.” He said slowly and Hikari was happy to see his true smile on his face, the same one his mother had.

“ I’m glad Alistar. But um, I hate to ruin the moment, but our dads are here.” Hikari said as she pointed, Alistar turned and saw both his father and Captain Sukehiro walking towards him. He felt a chill go down his spine when he saw the look on Yami’s face, this was it, he was officially dead.

“ Sorry about this.” Alistar frowned when he heard those words before he felt something hit him hard on the side of the neck.

Then everything went dark.

———

Charlotte stood in the common area almost anxiously, she was worried about Alistar, but more so about his safety when Yami and Hikari found him. She could only imagine how angry Yami was at him for losing control, William was probably more disappointed than angry, and Hikari…well she wasn’t sure. She knew Hikari seemed to have feelings for Alistar, whether she realized it or not, so this had to have hurt her as well.

She turned slightly and saw a few people still had ice on their bruises, but for the most part everyone was healed thanks to Owen stopping by. Josslyn had been muttering under her breath how she was going to pay ‘pretty boy’ back for this, but begrudgingly stopped when Zora cut her a look.

“ Are they back yet?” Finral asked as he walked over to Charlotte, she shook her head.

“ Not yet, but I’m sure they will be soon.” Charlotte said with a firm nod, Finral nodded.

“ Hopefully Captain Yami goes easy on Alistar, I’m sure the poor guy already feels bad enough.” Finral said with a small laugh as he rubbed his neck nervously, Charlotte nodded in agreement.

“ The Captain had better not!” Josslyn said irritatedly. “ The idiot could have killed us, and this isn’t the first time he’s done this either! He almost killed the entire Golden Dawn when he was 12!” She added, Charlotte frowned and when she opened her mouth to ask about that, Ace walked over to his sister.

“ That’s enough Josslyn, Alistar didn’t mean it, I’m sure he’ll apologize when he gets back.” Ace said softly, but Josslyn scoffed.

“ Yeah right, he’ll probably make up some idiotic excuse. Usually his daddy or Hikari are the ones apologizing and cleaning up his messes.” Josslyn told him with a roll of her eyes.

“ That’s not true!” Miku interjected suddenly. “ Alistar always takes responsibility, even when it’s something his squad did, he never makes things other people's problems!” She added before loud arguing started amongst the kids, and their ‘parents’ tried to stop them.

Charlotte pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed, things were going so well before today. The kids, for the most part, had all been getting along with each other. But now they were divided and arguing, some were saying why Alistar was a good person who made a mistake, while others argued that he was a liability.

Charlotte turned as the door opened and in walked Hikari, William, and Yami who had an unconscious Alistar slung over his shoulder. Everyone quieted down when they noticed.

“ What happened?” Charlotte asked as she walked over to them, Yami shrugged.

“ He fainted I guess, when we found him and Hikari he was already like this.” Yami explained, the blonde haired woman cut a look at her ‘daughter’ who only looked away. She had a feeling Hikari had something to do with his ‘fainting’.

“ Are you all okay?” She asked, they all nodded.

“ We’re fine, except for Alistar of course.” Hikari said with a one shoulder shrug. “ Let’s take him to his room.” She added as she walked towards Alistar’s room, Yami followed behind as did Charlotte and William.

They walked down the hall and she opened the door to his room, Yami walked in and placed Alistar down onto his bed. Hikari sat down on the edge of the bed and gently tucked his blanket around him. William and Charlotte walked out of the room, leaving Hikari and Yami.

The two sat there silently, Yami didn’t know where to begin or how to say what he wanted to say. Charlotte would probably be better at this than him.

“ Hikari-.” He started but she cut him off.

“ You’re going to tell me to stay away from Alistar right?” She asked, when Yami didn’t answer she nodded. “ I figured. I know you’ve been suspicious of him for a while, and that was confirmed this morning when you talked with mom.” She added, Yami blinked, he hadn’t noticed her there, she must’ve been hidden down one of the hallways.

“ I’m not going to do that.” Hikari told him.

“ Hikari-.” He started but she again cut him off.

“ I’m not going to stay away from him. I’m his best friend, his bodyguard, I’m one of the few people he actually relies on. I won’t abandon him just because he made a mistake.” She told him again, this time a little more determined.

Yami admired his daughter's loyalty, he really did, but this was different than Alistar just making a mistake. He got angry at Josslyn’s taunting, began to use his full power, and then lost control when the girl taunted some more. He frowned as he watched his ‘daughters’ ki and body language, she was standing protectively in front of him, as though she were protecting him from Yami.

“ Do you like him?” He suddenly asked, he didn’t know where that question came from, but for some reason he felt compelled to ask. He watched her blink a couple of times.

“ N-No, not in a romantic way anyway.” She muttered, Yami frowned either she was lying or she hadn’t realized it yet. But Yami could tell there was something there between them, he knew Alistar had feelings for Hikari just from how he acted around her, but he wasn’t sure about her feelings. Her feelings seemed confused. As he opened his mouth she cut him off for the third time.

“ Do you like mom?” She asked suddenly, taking Yami back a bit. He nearly smirked, she was trying to change the subject and get his attention off of her and Alistar. But as he thought about it, maybe if he told her how he felt about Charlotte, maybe it would help clear her confusion on her feelings.

“ I do, I like her a lot.” He admitted softly, this was probably the second time he had admitted it out loud and the first admitting it to someone other than himself.

“ Then why aren’t you two dating yet? Everyone knows mom likes you, and now I know you like her, so why aren’t you two together?”

“ Because,” Yami paused for a moment. “ Because I’m not good enough for her yet.” He watched as his ‘daughter’ frowned in confusion and he sighed before rubbing the back of his head.

“ Your mom, I’m not good enough for her yet. She deserves someone like her, a noble from clover, instead of someone like me.” Yami explained, Hikari walked over to him.

“ But if you two don’t get together then me, Hana, and Einar won’t exist!” Hikari argued, Yami smiled softly at her and gently placed a hand on top of her head.

“ Even someone like me knows that kid, you existing and being here right now gives me hope that one day I will be good enough for the Prickly Princess. But how I am right now, is nowhere near good enough for that amazing woman.” Yami told her gently, he ruffled his ‘daughters’ hair before looking behind her as Alistar made a grunting noise.

“ C’mon, let the Golden Boy get some sleep. We’ll decide what to do with him tomorrow.” He said as he turned Hikari towards the door.

“ And, You don’t have to stay away from Golden Boy,” Yami muttered as he and Hikari walked out of the room. “ Just be careful around him alright?”

“ I’m always careful around him, and he would never hurt me anyway so you have nothing to worry about dad!” Hikari said happily, Yami shook his head, she had started calling him and Charlotte ‘mom and dad’ more and more these days. To be honest, it actually warmed his heart a little bit.

As they walked away Charlotte peeked around the corner and watched them with a sad look in her eyes.

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day 🥰!

#children of the future #black clover fanfiction #black clover oc fanfiction #oc; alistar #oc; hikari #hikari is not my oc #yami sukehiro #oc; zera #oc; mama vangeance #she finally has a name lol!

[comfort-charrie-berry]

TimeCrossed (Portal fic) Chapter 4: The break room

Word count: 938

Warnings: None!

Enjoy! -Berry🍓

Chapter three here!

The week went by slowly, as it always does when something exciting is coming up. 

Whenever Chell had to bring something to his area of offices she’d come discuss with him how his mother was and if she should bring anything with her. 

Richard caught on immediately and grilled Wheatley until he had to tell him the full story. 

“Bird watching? Not a fancy dinner or a trip to the pictures?” 

Wheatley shrugged, keeping his eyes on work. “It’s not a date, mate. She’s just, just visiting.” 

“To meet your mom?” 

“Yes?” 

“And see your house that you grew up in” 

“…Yes?” 

Richard gave him a look. “Buddy, that’s a serious date you have on your hands.” 

Wheatley blushed. “She’s just popping by to watch birds with my Mum. If anything she’s only coming to see my Mum.” 

Richard shrugged and went back to work. “If you say so lover boy.” 

On his break he walked into the business kitchen to grab his lunch. 

There stood Chell, holding a small child.

She smiled. “Hello. You on lunch break?” 

He nodded. “Y-yeah. The one time in the day I can stretch my inhumanly long legs. Who’s your friend there?” 

She hoisted the young boy higher on her hip. “This little guy is my cousin. Dad invited his brother and son over to see the place and they left the son with me for a bit.” 

“Ah okay. Understandable. You seem great with…um children.” 

The little boy opened his amber eyes and looked at Wheatley. 

Wheatley waved at him and smiled. 

The boy hid his face in Chell’s hair and giggled. 

Chell smiled. “Sorry, he’s shy.” “No it’s okay. I am as well, of course. I understand you little man.” 

She swayed a little to help lull the boy to sleep and Wheatley felt an odd warmth in his chest. 

“He had a busy morning. Was so excited to see his uncle and ask if he could go to space.” 

“Space?” 

Chell chuckled and rubbed the boy’s back. “Yeah, it’s his dream to go to space. Scientific dreams run my family I suppose.” 

Wheatley’s boss and another well dressed man entered the break room. Wheatley backed up instinctively and watched them. The other man walked to Chell and took the now sleeping child from her. 

“Thank you hon. How’d you get him to sleep after all his excitement?” 

Chell smiled and then looked to her father who answered, “What’d I tell you? Chelsea is as good as they come. She’s going to do many scientific breakthroughs in her time, just you wait.” 

Wheatley busied himself by trying to look for his food and act like he was not listening, but out of the corner of his eye he noticed Chell’s expression become more forced.

She nodded and stood straighter. 

Her uncle checked his watch and sighed. “Well I hate to cut this short, but I gotta get home. The wife is making a big lunch for us and we don’t wanna be late!” He leaned over and gave Chell a side hug. 

She smiled and hugged him back. “Good to see you Uncle Joseph.” 

“Good to see you too honey. And don’t let your dad overwork you okay? If he causes any trouble you call me and I’ll give him a stern talking to.” 

She chuckled and nodded as the two men shook hands and bid their goodbyes. 

Wheatley tried to sneak out of the room around Chell’s father but he was stopped. 

“Wheatley! How’s my favorite records boy?” 

The man pat Wheatley on the back hard. 

Wheatley tried to get air back into his lungs after the blow. “I’m in accounting, sir.” 

“Ah accounting, records, same thing! Hey listen, I heard you were on a call with my daughter recently?” 

Chell’s face grew worried and Wheatley looked at the man, trying to stay calm. “Yes, I had a question about the latest delivery but I didn’t want to bother you.” 

She looked at her father, wondering if he’d fall for it. 

“Working on a weekend are we, Mr Wheatley?” 

“Y-yes sir. You know me, always making sure that good ol’ Aperture science is running as smoothly as it can!” 

The man gave him one more hard back pat. “That’s my boy. Good job. Just, call me next time okay? You have my personal number.” With that he left the room. 

Chell and Wheatley stood silent and glanced at each other. 

“Well um, that went, that went well. I think? But I suppose lying to your father isn’t the best course of action if I want to be your friend is it?” 

She shrugged and wrapped her arms around herself. “No it’s okay. My dad can be…a lot. If you’d have told him the truth, I don’t think it would’ve ended well.” 

Wheatley swallowed hard. “U-um. Okay. Should I be worried?” 

She shook her head. “No. I’m a grown woman, I can do and see who I want.” 

That didn’t ease his fear but he trusted her so he nodded. 

“We still on for Saturday morning?” 

“Yeah, that is if you, if you still want to come?” 

She nodded and put a hand on his arm. “Are you kidding? I’ve been looking forward to this all week!” 

He smiled. “I have too! You’d not believe how much my Mum is getting ready. She’s got her bird book all ready, along with a bird encyclopedia and several books she got from the library. The woman is crazy.” 

Chell laughed. “I love her already. Tell her I’m looking forward to it just as much as she is.” 

#portal fanfiction #Portal 2 #Chell #Wheatley #Chelley

[medianox-astrum]

Discovering that both my parents and my partner’s parents suffered abuse and that apparently my family’s general history is rife with some pretty heavy abusive shit I’m becoming even more convinced that most of the boomer generation was traumatized and or American culture is just that fucking awful

#abuse mention #my mom hid it from me and now I’m getting the full picture #obviously so much shit she suffered through was normalized to her #but I’m like how the fuck are you so stable #also I’m cutting all ties with her side of the family lmfao I’m never talking to them again #‘it was the sixties man’ yeah it sure was how are you alive #anyway #boomers can still be so entitled and weird but honestly #I think we really take the internet for granted #if we weren’t so connected we’d probably be a lot more like them #too many thoughts I’ll stop now #I just have no way of processing the severity of what I’m realizing #blah blah blah #vent

[unloved-cadillac]

Can I get a story with Levi and a child reader (Chile, hear me out) who he sort of takes care of please? Like she doesn’t have parents and found her way to the Corps somehow. She’s curious and innocent, she loves to explore. However, she’s very anxious and relies on Levi to protect her. She only comes out of her shell when he’s at her side. He seems distant, but he secretly adores her and will raise all of Hell if anything ever happens to her. Thank you!

C/n: wait! This is…adorable!! I love it! I’m just picturing baby Caddy with grumpy Levi and I almost died. Thanks for requesting and I hope that you enjoy🤍

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His Girl. (Levi x Reader)

How a child managed to get into the most dangerous army regiment without being seen was a mystery to everyone. But there she was. Sitting in the kitchen, munching on bread. “Who is she?” Eren asks and Armin squats down to get a better look at her. “Don’t know. Hey there. I’m Armin. This is my friend, Eren. What’s your name?” Armin asks but she doesn’t look at him nor answer. She just stares at the bread in her hands.

“Oi! Why is everyone gathered here?! Don’t you people have duties to attend to?” A gruff voice asks and Y/n looks up to see a man. “C-Captain Levi! There’s a child here and we don’t know how she got here!” Eren stutters and Levi looks at her. She stares at him with big e/c eyes with breadcrumbs all over her face. “Tch. All of you go. I’ll sort this out.” He orders and everyone dispersed leaving him alone with her.

“Can you talk?” He asks and he sees her nod.

“What’s your name?” She plays with the bread but answers. “Y/n. Y/n L/n.”

“Alright, Y/n. Why don’t come with me and you can tell me exactly how you got here?” She nods and slowly gets up and walks to Levi. Her little legs not being able to keep up with him and he scoffs. “Come here then, brat.” He says and lifts her up and carries her to his office.

Once there, Levi sat her down on the couch and sat next to her. “How did you come here? Where’s your mom and dad?” He asks and she looks around his office. “Mommy left and daddy died.” She says nonchalantly and Levi’s eyes widen. ‘Jesus Christ.’ “Oh. Well then, how did you get here then?”

Y/n continues to look around as she swung her legs back and forth. “Horses.” She says and Levi nods. “How old are you?” She looks at him and holds up five fingers. He nods and then looks at her attire. He gets up and goes to his bedroom to get a spare t shirt for her when he feels some hug his leg. “Oi. What are you doing?” He asks looking down at her, Y/n’s eyes staring at him. “Tch. Put this on then.” He says and gives it her. She takes the shirt and plops down on the floor as she plays with it. ‘Lord have mercy.’

Levi rolls his eyes and picks her up and sits her on his bed. He removes the torn shirt she wore and looked at the marks on her tummy. “How did you get this?” He asks and she shrugs. He sighs and puts the shirt on her. “We’re going to see a friend of mine. Then I’m going to give you bath because you’re filthy.” That makes her giggle and hold his face. “Wevi.” She says and he groans. “Levi. Say “Levi”.”

“Wevi.”

He shakes his head and takes her into his arms as he begins to walk to Erwin’s office. He knocked and waited for him to answer while Y/n stared at Levi. Erwin’s door opens and Y/n flinches at the loud sound.

“Oh! Levi, hello. And who is this?” He looks at the girl in his arms and Levi enters the office and plops Y/n in the couch. “Y/n L/n.” Levi says and Erwin squats down in front of the small girl. “Hello, beautiful. I’m Erwin.” He introduces himself but Y/n only stared at Levi.

Erwin turned and faced his friend as he tried not to laugh. “I think she likes you Levi.” He teases and Levi rolls his eyes. “Tell him how you got here, brat.” He tells her and she nods. “Mommy left and daddy died. I saw horses and came here.” She says in, possibly the sweetest voice Erwin has ever heard.

“Levi she’s adorable.” Erwin smiles and pinches her cheek. Her hands touch Erwin’s eyebrows and he chuckles. “Like them?” He asks and she nods. “Caterpillars.” She mumbles and Levi resists the urge to laugh. “Alright, I’m taking her to my room. Get her cleaned up and stuff. What do you want to do with her?” Levi asks Erwin.

“Well, I’m not going to send her to the orphanage, that’s for sure. Why don’t you take care of her? I mean, we all will. She’s safe here. What do you say?” Levi rubs a hand through his hair but nods. “I don’t think I have choice, now do I?” “No not really.” Levi sighs. “Whatever. Come on, Y/n. Let’s go.”

She quickly leaves Erwin and waddles to Levi begins to walk to the door. “Uh, Levi?” Erwin calls and Levi faces him to see Erwin point down. Levi looks down to see Y/n make grabby hands to Levi and he sighs.

“Come here then.” He takes Y/n in his arms and begins to leave. “Not a word, Eyebrows.”

“I didn’t say anything!”

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Levi bathed her and watched her as she played with the bubbles he made for her. Y/n blew the bubbles and one landed on Levi’s head which made her giggle. “Haha, very funny.” He sarcastically says and drains the tub. He wipes his head and then wipes Y/n down. “Arms up.” He orders and she puts her arms up as he wipes her tummy and legs and toes. Then he wraps her in the towel and takes him to his bedroom and sets her down on the bed.

He takes a new shirt and shorts and puts it on her to see it was massive on her. “Do I have to get you new clothes now?” He asks her but she just stares at her toes. Levi sighs and makes a plan to tighten the clothes around her. He pins them together and ties the t shirt. It worked but he definitely needed to get new clothes for her.

“Hungry or sleepy?” He asks and she blinks. Her stomach growled and he hums. “Hungry it is then.” He takes her into his arms and makes his way to the mess hall. Luckily he was the first time there so he got them both food and he sat her next to him.

She ate like hadn’t for months and Levi wiped her lips. “Slowly. We don’t want you getting sick.” He says and she nods.

Slowly, the mess hall started to fill up and when Levi’s squad surrounded the table to see the little girl from earlier sitting next to their captain:

They were smitten.

“Aww hello there!”

“You’re so pretty!”

“How old are you?! How did you get here?!”

“Such chubby cheeks. Lemme pinch!”

Poor Y/n was so overwhelmed by the attention she hid in Levi’s side. “Hey! You’re all scaring her. Calm your tits.” He ordered and everyone falls silent. But then they hear giggling and Levi looks down to see Y/n sitting in his lap.

“What’s her name, Captain?” Armin asks as she looks up at Levi. “Y/n L/n. She’s an orphan and she’s going to be staying there from now on.” He says and everyone smiles. Y/n looks around to see everyone looking at her and she eats her meat. “Levi?” She calls him and looks down. “What?”

“Thirsty.”

He takes her cup of water and gives it to her. She drinks and then looks at him. “Levi?” “Yeah?” “I want to see the horses.”

“Not now. It’s late.” Levi says and finishes his tea.

“Can we play with her?” Eren asks and Levi looks at him, thinking. “Fine. I got paperwork to do anyway. But, Armin is in charge,” he looks at him, “don’t let her out of your sight.”

When Levi places her on Armin’s lap, he leaves and begins to work on his paperwork.

“So Y/n, what do you like?” Eren asks and Y/n turns her face away and cuddles Armin. “Oh my god I think my heart just busted a nut.” Connie says and Sasha slaps his head. “What?!” “Don’t speak like that in front of babies, idiot.”

Y/n jumps down from Armin and walks to a barrel to explore. Everyone watches her as she walks around the hall. But as she walked, a very tall man cowered over her. “Hello there.” Mike greets and that made her break.

She started crying and Armin rushed over to her with Eren and Mikasa. “Y/n. What happened?”

“Levi. I want Levi.” She cries out and holds her face and Armin picks her up and goes to Levi’s office as he tries to calm her down. Levi immediately opened the door and sees Y/n reaching for him. “What the hell happened?” He asks as he bounces her to calm her down. “Squad Leader Mike said hi and she just bursted out crying.” Armin explains.

“The giant was bound to do that. Thanks Armin. You can go.” He dismissed him and shuts the door as he holds Y/n. “Brat, you need to be strong. You can’t cry for everything, alright?” He speaks to her and looks down to see her fast asleep. He rolls his eyes and tucks her into his bed.

“What a pain.”

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Y/n started to fit in nicely. She loved her Aunt Hange and Uncle Erwin and even warmed up to Mike. But everyone in the Corps realized that she was only smiley and laughing if she had her protector with her. Levi had to be with her whenever she went and it was tiring because her curious mind wanted to go everywhere.

One time, he had to leave with Erwin to the city and Y/n cried the whole time he was away. Hange had to make a baby potion to help her sleep and when Levi returned, Hange almost got killed by him because she allowed her to cry.

He won’t admit it, but the brat made her way into his heart. It was the little things at first. How she always looked for him when she woke up, how she “helped” him with paperwork. By helped, she wrote squiggles. Levi even caught himself hating being apart from her. He always worried about her in his own way.

“Y/n probably would want this, huh?”

“You think Y/n likes strawberries?”

“Y/n would love that show. I have to bring her here one day.”

Erwin had to listen to his friend speak about Y/n every single time they went to the city. Not shutting up once about her. It was refreshing to hear Levi speak that much.

Y/n was the reason Levi got sleep. She had nightmares and wouldn’t fall asleep unless her Levi was there. To her, if he was next to her, he will fight all the monsters that came for her. Levi ended sleeping a full six hours and Y/n ended up in his chest.

He won’t admit, not to anyone alive, but Y/n was his girl. Levi took her to see Hange and when Hange wanted to carry her, Levi just said no. “Your hands are dirty and I just gave her a bath.”

“But I-“

“No.”

Y/n was super possessive of her Levi. She never wanted him to go anywhere without her and he just had to suck it up and take her wherever.

Not that he minded. No, not at all.

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“Genshin is taking over my life.”

🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤

-Caddy.

#levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #aot fanfiction #captain levi #levi heichou #aot x reader #attack on titan fanfiction #attack on titan x reader #shingeki no kyojin fanfiction #captain levi fanfiction #shingeki no kyojin x reader #levi ackerman fanfiction #snk fanfiction #snk x reader #levi fanfiction #levi x reader

[swtki]

HP Boys: Surprise Pregnancy Head Cannons

Summary: The HP boys and their reaction to their s/o (afab) being pregnant when its not planned.

A/N: This takes place post Hogwarts so all characters are 18+, though no real smut happens in this so its not an 18+ fic.

WARNINGS: UNPLANNED PREGNANCY, MENTIONS OF PRO CHOICE OPINIONS, MENTIONS OF SEX IN LITE TERMS, SWEARING, FLUFF, MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL, ALSO THIS IS SUPER LONG SORRY LOL

Draco

So everything is going great for the happy couple, you two just moved into a flat together and are working normal jobs, drinking wine like adults.

And sure, Draco knows he wants to marry you, but he knows you’re not ready to settle down like that so he just plans and dreams.

Due to poor choices, when you’re late by two weeks, you know what it probably is.

Draco doesn’t even notice that you ran out to the store and came back and hid in the bathroom for 10 minutes. CEO of minding his own business ig

You just kinda...walk up to him and hand him all 3 tests while your eyes fill with tears because what if he demands you get an abortion?

Or what if he fucks off to god knows where?

But instead he just looks at you with the most un-draco like smile. Like his face was soft and it looked like he could cry any moment.

“Oh my god,” He says, putting his hand on your belly, “I can be ready for this, but if you aren’t then we can you know...”

“No, I want it” then both of you rejoice bc yay baby!

Cut to 6 months later when your feet hurt so bad you have to lay down and watch while Draco fails to put a crib together.

He eventually gets it done tho.

And when the time comes, he’s built and arranged everything for your bundle of joy.

Harry

So you guys are probably already married, but with everything at the ministry going on, it makes Harry less than a family man.

You both agree that it’s probably better to wait so you can be home and yk...raise it.

Well smart man Harry forgets that to not have a kid you need to use protection.

So of course when your period is late you don’t think about it, until its four weeks late.

That night, you and Harry are laying in bed, and thats when you tell him.

“Harry..I’m late.”

“Late for what?” headass.

You: 😳😐

Him: 👁👁😲😲

He’s hesitant to say anything, because he knows its ultimitley up to you what happens with it until its out.

“I think I want to keep it...you know it wont remember much for the first year and a half so if things are stressful it will be okay and-“

“Love...Its going to be perfect”

Mf built the crib in like 45 minutes I swear.

And of course he forced you to keep up with your vitamins, pre natal care, and appointments.

Swear tho you’re about to kill him because cofFeE

But the way he holds your baby 🥺 its his most valued thing ever now.

Ron

Ron is iffy on the kid thing sometimes.

He does want them, but only later when you guys have lived and travled.

So no, you two haven’t planned nor is it even in the picture when your wedding roles around.

It’s in the early days of the marriage when you see his family at the burrow on the way back from the honeymoon.

And of course Molly knows

Because Weasleys are hyperfertile I swear.

She takes you into the kitchen and puts her hands on your arms, shes got that big Mrs.Weasley smile on too.

“I knew it!” She says and pulls you in for a hug, “How far dear??”

You’re just standing there like🧍����

“I can see it by the way you glow! Oh my you and my Ron must be so happy!” This woman doesn’t notice that you’re confused.

“Wait what? Mrs. Weasley what are you-?” Then you count the days, “Oh. Well I guess I just found out for myself”

Her face falls slightly, but then she tells you can make you a potion that will tell you if you are or not, stan.

The stupid potion turns green when you spit into it, so everything is confirmed.

That night, you and Ron are getting ready for bed in the guest room and you decide to tell him.

“Ron, sweetie. We need to talk.” He looks like he’s gonna start crying but sits next to you on the bed.

“Y/N...I know its scary but please, we just got married I don’t want to divorce quite just yet 🥺🥺”

“Ron I-“ you start smiling, “I’m pregnant you dufus.”

He just freezes, for a while. Not saying anything, he just looks at the wall with his mouth ajar.

So you get up and go to Ginny.

“Gin, I broke him.”

“Ew, I don’t want to know about how you and him”

“No, I told him that I’m pregnant.”

“Oh, yeah that would do it. Just I don’t know... Give him a minute?”

You give him several, getting a glass of water then heading back up to the room.

Ginny was right, he needed a minute.

“I don’t...I wasn’t...you were.?”

“You don’t have to stay, but I think we can do it. Plus, you would disapoint your mom if you left so...”

“Okay...we’ll do it. I’ll be the best damn Father you have ever seen.” He says, talking to your womb.

Well...he’s a father I’ll give him that.

Pro of having a Weasley baby: free crib thats already put together.

Even if it looks like a death trap.

“We’ll put some blankets over it don’t worry”

You know how some Dads hold their parters hand during the delivery? Yeah he got sick and was moral support from the outside.

To be fair, you weren’t screaming in pleasure by any means.

Scary. But beautiful.

He shows the kid to everyone, he might be more in love with the baby than he is with you.

Ron see’s the appeal of having kids now.

Neville

Moving in with your boyfriend is always fun, right up until you guys go at it so much you forget protection more than once.

You think about it, then move on with your day.

Until the doctor calls, then “oh fuck”

Romance Neville bf

“Why aren’t you having any wine? I thought it was your favorite?”

“I don’t think fetal alcohol syndrome is my favorite.” BRO HE SPAT

But he looks up with tears in his eyes, and runs over to you to grasp you in a hug.

“Oh my god! You’re pregnant! Oh my - We’re gonna be parents!! Oh my god we’re gonna be parents oh-“ Que you petting his hair till he’s calm again.

Lets be honest, this man probably swapped the herbology books for the parenting guides.

“Well I mean I’m just wondering if we should go with this color or this one”

“Nev, it doesn’t matter. Our baby will not care.”

“I read in my book that Infants actually can recognize mood in-“

He won’t let you do anything during your pregnancy.

Gotta love a man who cries because he loves you so much and you’re having his kid.

“I never had a father, what if I do it wrong? What if the baby hates me and runs away at seven?”

“We’ve got quite a lot of time before then.”

He was there during delivery, letting you crush his hand like a champ.

You can’t help but cry when you see him sleeping on the floor next to the crib, its so sweet.

Fred

You two most likely already had two kids, so you decided to wait a bit so your hands weren’t quite full.

Well...your body decided not to wait.

A test provides the two lines, another wild child.

The two toddlers already run around like thing one and thing two, only with red hair.

I think Fred would gladly make the family dinner, and wear an apron. He’d own it, as he should.

But mf gotta not drop the salad bowl when you tell him of the fetus inside you.

“Fred we are going to have a bee-ay-bee-why.”

Your five year old has just begun to spell 😐

He’s happy tho.

Like over the fuckin moon.

He buys the two kids big brother/sister shirts too 🥺🥺

He knows the drill pretty well, so he isn’t too worried about the future.

But its funny that he still freaks out about the crib and feeding chair since he gave it away, you know because you guys werent having another kid.

He packed a hospital bag and kept it in the trunk, counting down the days.

Hours of delivery (He just sat back and held your hand) only to end up with a room full of 7 Weasley family members.

Fred always said that 3 was his lucky number :)

George

You guys were taking it slow, no marriage until you both felt it was time. And certainly no children before that.

Well you know...things changed when the test was positive.

You slid it over on the table, tears pooling in your eyes. He was stunned and quiet, which made you burst out sobbing because you knew that neither of you planned on having a baby.

But to your surprise he starts to smile.

“I want whatever you want, I’m staying by your side no matter what.”

“I mean...would it really be so bad? A house, a kid, a dog?” He holds your hand as you think aloud.

You both give it a week to think it over and the virdict is to keep it.

Thats when he decides he has to marry you, asap because he loves you and will never let you go especially now.

He loves to gush about the carrier of his child, to him you are a godess.

He’s the Dad with a predestination complex.

“Y/N, I just see him being a star quiditch player”

“George, we don’t know if it’s a him.”

He rolls his eyes “Okay then I can see her being a star-“

He made Hermione take you out for a movie date so he could rearrange your bedroom, since you only had a single bedroom flat.

You come back to a new set up including a cot.

Damn pregnancy hormones make brain go 🥺😭😭

He freaks when your water breaks lol

ceo of driving like a maniac to the hospital.

He can’t hold your hand, he’s pacing back and forth, sweating and maybe crying though he’ll never admit to it.

You get the joy of watching him cuddle the baby while refusing to give your child to you.

“George I’d like to hold-“

“No, you need your sleep honey, don’t worry”

Hogging the child.

Cedric

Its no secret that Cedric wants a baby someday.

And he makes it clear your wedding will be spectacular too.

However, finding out you’re pregnant the week of your dream wedding was a shock.

A shock that made you bang your head into the wall because how could you be so stupid?? We had a plan??

So you decide to wait until after the wedding, that way it wont add onto the stress (happy stress) of the wedding.

Cedric keeps trying to fill your glass at the reception, to which you kindly refuse saying you want to remember the night entirely.

Yeah he’s like 🤨 mhm okay.

You can only pick at the dinner because ew salmon doesn’t sound like an option if you want to keep the contents of your stomach.

As everyone waves goodbye to the car, and you both set off into married life, he leans over.

“I may be out of my mind, but are you...?”

“Pregnant.” His face lights up, pulling you into a hug.

Finally, your car pulls up to a small cottage with lush garden scapes all around, putting a hand out, he walks you both from the car to the door.

“Ced, where are we?”

“Home.”

Somehow it was perfect with Cedric, even when it was rushed.

He loved talking to your womb, even if it was weird that he was talking about the babies future brothers and sisters.

“Cedric, slow down. We haven’t even had this one yet”

Basically he is father of the year before he’s a full father.

He’s there while you deliver, holding your hand and telling you how great you’re doing.

He doesn’t even complain when you insult him <3.

He updates you on everything.

If his eyes aren’t on that child, he’s either asleep or dead.

I think Cedric was meant to be a family man, because he loves everything about being one.

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[stealanity]

[ choi chanhee ] ꕤ yarrow

everlasting love.

summary : i’m not really sure you remember me. it’s been a while since elementary school, hasn’t it? i can clearly remember your smiles from the back of the class, and your black hair falling down your forehead. you were the only boy i loved spending time with, cause you never let my hand fall. you were my first little crush, but all children end up growing up.

warning : none ! word count : +2.5k

⠀⠀⠀dear choi chanhee,

do you remember me? to be honest, i don't think so. it has been years since i contacted you, it's a miracle to have found this little pink paper with your address wobbly written on it. have you moved to another city? i'll probably never know.

you will surely find it weird that i get back in touch with you. it's been what... more than twelve years since we haven't seen each other? you were my best friend in kindergarten. my first real friend.

i remember everything that happened during those years. do you remember?

do you remember my first day at school? i remember my trembling hands and my red cheeks drowned in tears. my mother was pushing me to come in when i was terrified, i think it's still one of my biggest traumas right now. i was so scared that once inside the building, i ran away so to not be in the noise and screams of other children. i found refuge in the corner of the empty classroom, my little hands clinging to my ears, eyes still full of tears. but suddenly i heard small footsteps coming towards me, making me close my eyes as hard as when i thought there were monsters under my bed at night. small pats on my head made me jump, making me tremble with terror. but suddenly a pair of little children's arms hung around me like a warm marshmallow teddy bear that was there to protect me. when i finally opened my eyes, coming face to face with your light blue uniform, i felt my tears had stopped falling. your hug was like a kinder : melting and comforting, like my mommy's kisses. when you pulled away from me, laying your baby hands on my wet cheeks, i felt so safe. and i will never forget the smile you gave me after. the most sincere, and the warmest of smiles, the one who made your eyes disappear into two crescent moons, making you more approachable than all the school staff. and when you took my hand in yours, i swear to god that i never felt more at home than with you. however, i didn't even know your name yet, but i could trust you with my eyes closed, i was no longer afraid, because you were with me. you gave me much more comfort that day than any of my cuddly toys. i followed you through the halls blindly, my hand hanging on yours like my life depended on it, and my eyes always resting on your silhouette. when you brought me into the classroom, all eyes were on us, scaring me to the point that i hid behind you. but you didn't pay attention to them, and you guided me to the library to look at a picture book together, all this without ever letting go of my hand. and after that i never let go of your hand either, i always stayed close to you, from the morning when i arrive at school, until the evening when i find my mom.

i remember i only learned your name when we were about to leave. when my mom wanted to take my hand, and she said to say goodbye to you, i felt like i was going to cry, because i didn't want to let go of your hand. but you approached me to give me a kiss on the cheek, before taking a surprise pout, your eyes getting round like marbles. i forgot to tell you my name was choi chanhee ! you told me, and i suddenly became quite surprised too. when i gave you my name back, you just smiled fully while walking away to join your parents, shaking your little hand towards me.

after that horrible start to school, i have never been so happy to go back in it. because i knew i was going to be with you again : that i could hold on to your warm hand, see your smile from ear to ear, and play with you all day. you were a real fan of construction games, you even promised me to build our house later. did you achieve your dream? have you become an architect? that too, i will probably never know.

my early school years felt like heaven by your side, because i knew i always had someone by my side. i was not afraid of the older ones from the school, who came to steal my snack. i was not afraid of the teachers' screams when they accused me of having done something stupid. i was not afraid of girls who laughed at me saying i was weird, because i wasn't talking to anyone other than you. because your soft voice and your comforting words from the top of your six years old, made me the happiest child on earth. you were there whenever i needed a hand to hold, and you were a thousand times more efficient than my mom's kisses.

i'm sure it was the first time my heart was beating for someone else than me. obviously, at that age, i didn't know what the word love meant. well, i lie, because one evening after school, i asked mom what love was. she looked at me tenderly while gently stroking my little girl's cheek, and while she was making dinner, she explained to me. love is when you can't do anything without the person, when you want to hold his hand so that he stays near you, when you are happy to spend time with this person, when you feel safe around her. love is when you feel like you're at home even when you're out.

at that time, i hadn't thought about it too much, but in my little girl's head, i was convinced that the word love was synonymous with you. what i say god, i really thought that the word love was you. because i didn't know it was a feeling, i thought love was a person. and from the top of my six years, i was so sure that i had achieved the feat of finding love in person. i was so happy to meet you the next day to tell you all about it, that i made a drawing of it that i slipped in my bag without mom seeing me, to be sure not to forget.

when i found you in the classroom the next morning, i remember literally throwing myself at you, making us fall to the floor in a burst of laughter. then i opened my little yellow bag, quite happy to take out my masterpiece that i handed you, explaining to you every little detail of my child's drawing. there were two people drawn : you and me, obviously. i admit that i was quite proud of myself, i was talented enough to clearly recognize two different people on paper. then in the corner of the leaf, a bright sun, because in fairy tales, the weather is always good. then between us, our hands clasped to each other, and a big red heart above our heads. it's us ! i told you. because mom said that when we always hold hands, we are love ! i was so happy that i found you, as my love reference, that i spent the day hopping around like a frog.

after that day, i told my family i found love at school, they were all so interested. my grandma even laughed, asking me what my boyfriend's name was. i remember that i never felt so confused in my whole life : i was like what is a boyfriend halmeoni? i only have love, it's chanhee, my schoolmate, we always hold hands ! and she was even more amused after that, but i could see in her eyes that it was a genuine, not mocking laugh.

we were really inseparable, i couldn't see my life without you at that age. ki remember that once you didn't come to school for two days, because you were sick. i stayed alone in a corner, crying for two whole days, and the teachers didn't know what to do to calm me down. i was inconsolable because i thought you had abandoned me. i even asked my mom to bring flowers to your place, because she told me that some of them could heal, but she told me i couldn't see you otherwise i might get sick too. so i decided to take a little box to put lots of gifts into it, to make you come back to me. i still have this box, sincei never gave it to you. it is full of dust but, its purple color is still intact. do you want to know what i put in it? all these presents had a special meaning to us.

first, my hello kitty plush. i can't count the number of episodes of this cartoon we watched, we even fell asleep in front of it once, each holding one of their arms. i think you liked hello kitty a lot more than me, do you still love her now? i'm curious to know the answer to this question. after that, my precious drawing, the one i made when i found out that you were love. although the colors have faded a bit, and the paper is slightly wrinkled, the drawing remains visible in all its facets. without forgetting our matching bracelets. i was so scared of losing it that i put it in the box, even though i wanted to wear it to school with you. i also still have the little cat figurine that you gave me on my birthday, do you remember? it's the one that reminded you of my real cat, mimi. talking about her, i think she missed you these past years, she often stayed near the pillow you used when you came to sleep at my house. i also still have the pink paper with my name written on it, in your baby handwriting. it was during the period when we were learning how to write, i decided to write your name instead of mine, and you did the same. thinking about it, the teachers must have had enough of us at this time. there was my favorite t-shirt, the one you liked a lot, with a harry potter sticker stuck on it. i remember i told mum that i lost him, that hermione's cat had come to steal it from me. obviously she did not believe me, and today i suspect her of knowing the existence of this box without telling me. and finally, there was this picture of us on your seventh birthday. you had your face covered in cream cake, under the cherry blossoms of your garden, with the two biggest smile possible on our lips. you told me that day, that your best gift was to have me, and it was at that precise moment that i felt my heart beat again for someone else than myself. your birthday is one of the bestest memories of my life, and i could never put words on how special i felt for you that day. it might have been your birthday, but you gave me the prettiest gift.

when you came back, completely recovered from your cold, i had to jump on you again. i remember i felt like my heart was going to escape from my chest, and the way my fragile little children's hands had clung to your sweater. and when you hugged me, i felt like i was right next to the fireside, on a freezing winter evening. you reminded me so much of my house, stroking my hair gently while whispering it's okay y/n, i'm here now ! did you really want to make me cry that day? because i clearly remember the torrents of tears that i shed. i did not let go of your arm for a single second that day, i was a real capricious princess, yelling at all the people trying to get me away from you. did that bother you? i don't remember it, even though i don't think so.

that evening, after school, i remember that my dad scolded me. one of our teachers told him how bad i had been during the day, i was so mad at them. i explained to him that i was just so happy to found you at school, and i told him a lot about you after that. i told him that you made me laugh and you made me smile, i told him that it was thanks to you that i wasn't afraid of school anymore, i told him you were my love like him was my mom's love. he seemed so focused on my words, that i ended up telling him your full name. daddy, choi chanhee and i will get married when we grow up ! i told him, but he didn't look happy. and he said words that broke my little girl's heart, making me whine all the tears of my body in his arms. you can't marry a choi, darling, you can't marry someone who have the same last name as you ! i remember i was so so so sad after that, that i almost fell off my chair. at that age, i thought it was the worst day of my life.

but i decided not to feel sorry for myself and still believe that you were the love to me. so i decided not to tell you anything about it. we can't get married? no worries, no need to get married as long as we can stay together forever. so day after day, i decided to continue to hold your hand and cherish it as the most precious treasure i had. i even thought you had my heart in your hands, because he was beating so fast near you.

but after a few years hanging on your hand, i was finally able to make my own definition of love. i finally learned that love is not a person, but a feeling. i learned that someone can make you feel the emotions of love, but it was not her who created them directly. i was sad to hear that you were not love, as i believed during my kindergarten years near you. i understood that i had created this image on my own, cradled in my little girl who-already-thinks-she-is-a-woman's illusions. you taught me what first young love is. with you, i discovered the joy of finding a special person every morning, the feeling of being reassured when i hold a warm and soft hand such as yours, the feeling of being at home even when i was outside.

i ended up achieving something very important. love is like chocolate : when you hold it too long in your hand, it melts.

thank you choi chanhee, for helping me open my heart to the very first person in my life.

and sorry, for breaking your heart by deciding to let go of your hand.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀with love, y/l/n y/n.

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[namjoon-koya]

Since we got a Todoroki having a little sister what about Dabi ?

I’m going to make this as fluff as I can because reading chapter 300 broke my hEart

Warnings: some spoilers? Angstish also the reader is young so you don’t know what happened in the Todoroki household.

Him being the older sibling he’s the first one to hold you at the hospital. Tells himself that he’s going to be the best big brother to you and will protect you with any means necessary. Whenever he isn’t with Fuyumi and Natsuo he’s with you, usually you’ll be sleeping though since you’re still a baby.

You tend to make his days better he has a lot of emotions he’s holding back, but one giggle from you and he suddenly forgets what he feels (for a while at least) he gets upset that Enji doesn’t show you any affection at all (he’s not surprised, but he hates it) he tries giving you the attention you deserve since Enji doesn’t.

When you start learning how to walk he’ll take you to the park (with Fuyumi and Natsuo tagging along) you have your cute lil squeaky shoes with a fluffy sweater (when you pull the hood up little bear ears show from the top) if you want to go down the slides you’ll have to sit on their laps (because I’ve seen videos on what happens when kids go down the slide ALONE💀) because they KNOW if you get hurt or even a little scratched their mom is going to give them an earful on having to be careful.

Whenever it’s your bedtime he’ll read stories to you (which makes you fall asleep fast) it becomes a routine he does. Usually he’ll pick a story or you’ll pick which one you want him to read, once he knows your fully asleep he’ll leave the room.

It broke him to leave you alone when he faked his own death, he was hesitant to do it, but he couldn’t back down he had a plan and he intended to complete it in the near future. After that he didn’t come to check up on you he could only hope that Fuyumi or Natsuo filled in his role.

Since you were still a kid and didn’t understand much about death yet you’d always ask Fuyumi or Natsuo where Touya was, but they always gave you a sad pitiful look before trying to distract you with something else. Natsuo was always busy with college so Fuyumi mostly had to take care of you after Rei got hospitalized.

Todoroki spent somewhat time with you, but he ended up training most the time and at this point you were 7 years old already. You finally understood what death meant and what happened to Touya whenever you got home from school you’d grab a book from your shelf and read outside near Touya’s shrine. You always believed that Touya’s spirit was with you even if he was gone.

(Endeavor’s arc I guess)

Todoroki was surprised that Enji was starting to spend more time with you (he was sorta.. nervous with him around you so he made sure to keep an eye out) he tried being more at home and eating dinner together. Fuyumi would always pick you up after school, but not anymore it was endeavor who was picking you up now. (Everyone was intimidated seeing Endeavor hold your small hand in his as you both walked to the car)

Shoto finally brought you to see Rei you haven’t seen her since she got hospitalized. So when he opened the door and Rei saw you she smiled and tried not to cry you grew up so much “mom!” You shouted running into her arms she kissed the top of your head while holding you in her arms. (Shoto takes a picture and sends it to Fuyumi and Natsuo and yes Fuyumi started crying her eyes out)

One time you got sick and went to Endeavor’s hero agency (since Fuyumi couldn’t take a day off from teaching) and lord behold you met Hawks. You were kind of intimidated by him his wings made him seem more bigger. He was going to say hi to you, but you quickly hid behind Enji (which Enji laughed while Hawks pouted about it) since Hawks spent so much time around Enji though you started to trust him.

NOW let’s talk about when Midoriya and Bakugo came over Todoroki’s house to have dinner. They didn’t even know Todoroki had a younger sibling so when you opened the door to them they both stood there SHOCKED. “Nii-San!” You said happily to Shoto “I’m home Y/N is Fuyumi making dinner?” You nodded before going back inside. “Todoroki you didn’t tell us you had a younger sibling.” Midoriya said as he started taking off his shoes. “Sorry, nobody ever mentioned anything so I didn’t. That’s Y/N though she’s only 7 so Bakugo don’t say any cuss words.”

You didn’t really understand why dinner was so awkward Natsuo was upset at Enji, but half of the things he was saying you didn’t completely understand (since no one mentioned what happened in the household) you saw Natsuo get up angrily and leaves. You didn’t leave the table until dinner was over Enji took the Shoto, Bakugo and Midoriya back to school and you decided to go find Natsuo.

He looked upset not that he was crying, but you could tell he was angry. “Nii-San are you mad at dad?” Natsuo quickly snapped his direction up at you his eyes softening he took off his sweater and wrapped it around you “it’s cold Y/N you shouldn’t be out here.” “You’re alone out here, but are you mad at dad?” Natsuo didn’t know what to say. The three of them made a promise to never tell you what happened the last thing they wanted to do was hurt you with the past “we just.. had a little disagreement Y/N it’s okay.”

You gently wrap your arms around Natsuo “if you need to cry you can nii-san whenever I would miss Touya I would do the same.” Sigh.. Natsuo really appreciated that even if you didn’t understand the full context of the argument. “Let’s go inside Y/N it’s cold and you’ll end up getting a fever again-“ suddenly he heard something he quickly pushed you behind him protectively. It was too dark outside he couldn’t see where the noise was coming from! “Y/N!” that’s when he finally saw what was coming he shoved you aside making the Nomu grab him “Natsuo!” You shouted as you fell backwards onto your butt the thing took off flying with him.

Fuyumi quickly rushed outside when she heard you scream “Y/N!” “Natsuo! That thing took Natsuo!” You cried into her shoulder. When Natsuo was recused the first thing you did was jump into his arms while crying “Y/N I’m fine see? Dad.. saved me on time it’s okay.”

You get to met Eri at first you both are shy she hides behind Mirio and you hide behind Shoto. Slowly you both start getting used to each other to the point where you two were running around the school festival excitedly.

So when does Dabi finally see you again? You went to the park alone. At first Enji and Fuyumi were kind of iffy about you being alone, but you kept repeating how you were old enough to go alone (hAhA of course Enji is going to check up on you a couple of times though) the park isn’t completely vacant, but your a bit more alone since some of the kids were playing on the playground while you were on the swinging.

As you were swinging back and fourth you started to remember when Touya would bring you to the park and play with you until sundown. He’d carry you on his back and asked what was your favorite part of the playground. The swings were you favorite Touya would push you (of course though not too high) you stopped swinging as you continued to remember the things you’d do with Touya at the park. Even Fuyumi and Natsuo would join in playing together so much time has passed and now usually everyone was busy.

Natsuo was still busy with school, Fuyumi was a teacher and didn’t have time to play all the time, Shoto was staying at U.A, and Enji was often at the hero’s agency.. you couldn’t remember the last time someone read you a story. You sniffle lightly as you rubbed your eyes “what are you so upset about?” You heard a voice next to you say you quickly looked up and saw a young man with raven black hair and a piercings on his face “I’m not upset.” The man chuckled before sitting down next to the swing beside you “then why did I hear you sniffle?”

You sighed “I miss my older brother his name was Touya.” Dabi’s hand clenched a bit “I love my other siblings! They try to make time for me, but Touya was always there he always brought me to the park or just read me stories at times! He passed away, but I always tell myself maybe that’s he’s still here with us as a spirit.” Dabi wanted to comfort you, but there’s a reason why he had to completely cut off connections with his family he couldn’t ruin his plan. “I’m sorry that you feel that way, but better times are coming soon.” He said getting up you looked at him questionably “how do you know?” “I know Y/N.”

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[dixonsmonroe]

Pieces of History

Summary: Bucky’s hesitant about going on a date to the Smithsonian, but being with you makes it a lot easier.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

word count: 1,200

author’s note: thank you to @cherry-season for this request! it was nice to write a cute date fic again <3 hope this is what you had in mind!

warnings: none, just a nostalgic bucky and some fluff!

The museum was bustling with people, more so now that school was back in session. A large group of middle school kids being led by an enthusiastic tour guide, a frustrated teacher, and two very bored looking chaperones passed by you. You always loved coming here on days like today. 

Bucky tried to hide it, but you could tell he was a little taken aback when you brought up a museum date to the Smithsonian at breakfast this morning. You both had the day off and you wanted to do something you didn’t normally do together. You really hadn’t thought about it, just brought it up as a casual suggestion, then realized that maybe he didn’t want to go to a museum with a whole exhibit about the man he used to be and his best friend that he used to do everything with. You scrambled and said you could go to any museum, it didn’t have to be that one, but when he saw the excitement on your face at the first mention of it, he insisted it was fine.

As you walked up the stairs to the door, you held his hand and squeezed it. If he was being honest, it wasn’t as nerve racking since he was here with you. You loved history, and watching you get excited about it was one of his favorite things.

You both bought tickets and walked through the museum, past families with children, admiring the history. You marveled at the air and space exhibit, and spent a good deal of time in the Amelia Earhart section. 

You ended up in front of the entrance to the Captain America exhibit. It was full of excited kids enamored with their favorite superheroes. 

You looked up at him as he scanned the crowd of people. “Good?”

He looked at you and nodded. “Good.”

You walked up to the Howling Commandos display, all of their suits lined up with their portraits on the wall. You grinned as you looked up at his picture.

“You’ve always been so handsome,” you said, knowing he was blushing beside you.

“I don’t know, I was kind of a nerd back then,” he chuckled, though you could hear a sadness in his voice. An aching for the younger version of himself, void of the horrors he experienced for decades.

You scoffed playfully. “You’re still a nerd. And I would have fallen in love with that guy in a heartbeat.”

“Yeah?” he smirked at you. 

“Don’t think Steve hasn’t told me about what a ladies man you were,” you nudged him. You walked through the exhibit, both of you taking it all in. 

You’d read about Captain America and his brave band of soldiers as a kid growing up in school, and you always found it fascinating. The stories of heroics, of patriotism, of tragedy. Reading through your textbooks in school, you may have even had a small crush on Sergeant James Barnes before you ever met him.

You got to the videos of Bucky and Steve and the rest of the Commandos in their camp. There was one of Bucky and Steve laughing together, like they didn’t have a care in the world. Bucky looked so young, so carefree. 

You looked at your Bucky beside you, who was watching the video with a small curve of his lips. He didn’t notice you looking at him; you knew this was him genuinely remembering this moment, and holding it to himself as if the years of misery he went through never happened. This was a man happily reminiscing on memories of him and his best friend. It was the most content you’d seen him in a while. There was a certain calm that came over him, you could see it on his face. 

You heard a small voice behind you then, whispering, “Mom, it’s Bucky!”

You both turned and looked at the kid, whose mother had an apologetic look on her face.

“Sorry, he’s just a really big fan,” she said.

“No worries,” Bucky smiled.

“Can I have your autograph?” the kid asked Bucky confidently.

“Spencer--” his mother warned.

“Of course,” Bucky nodded, kneeling down and signing the poster of the Commandos that he handed to Bucky. 

“Thanks!” the kid said excitedly, and his mother mouthed a ‘thank you,’ with an appreciative smile before walking away.

You smiled up at Bucky, watching how he beamed after them. You knew even after all this time of freedom, he still wasn’t used to being looked at as a hero. You made your way through the rest of the exhibit, coming across another picture of him with a blurb detailing his younger years, further solidifying him as the hero he was.

You nudged him. “Y’know, the army’s lucky I didn’t know you back then.”

“Yeah?” he asked. “Why’s that?”

“I would’ve stolen you away, wouldn’t have let ‘em have you,” you shrugged.

He laughed and put his arm around your shoulders. “If I had to put money on you or the US military, I’d put it on you.”

You smiled. “Damn right.”

You stopped into the gift shop afterwards, looking at knick knacks that were far too expensive, when you saw a small banner with the Howling Commandos logo on it. You looked at him and smiled brightly.

“Come on, I’m a history buff, this is perfect for my apartment,” you said.

“That the only reason you want it?” 

You shrugged. “Maybe.”

He kissed you and smiled. “Let me get it for you.”

“Babe, you don’t have to—“

He waved it off and headed toward the counter. After he paid, and the teenager at the cash register tried to hide the excitement at the fact that he was selling the Bucky Barnes a piece of memorabilia, you stepped outside into the crisp autumn air.

“You hungry?” he asked, interlacing metal fingers with yours.

“I am,” you replied, and you decided to get food from the cafe next door to the museum. You took your lunch to go and sat in a park nearby while you ate.

“Thank you for coming here with me,” you said, taking a sip of your iced tea.

“Thank you for taking me,” he replied. “I haven’t been here since…”

He took a deep breath and sighed. You lifted his left hand to your lips and nodded at him to go on.

“Since I was in hiding,” he said. “After I pulled Steve out of the Potomac. I hid out for a while in DC, and I came here, just trying to remember as much as I could.”

“Did it help?”

He nodded. “I started keeping a journal, and things slowly started coming back to me. Coming here with you now, though—it’s different. I feel like I can breathe.”

You smiled wide at that, leaning forward to capture his lips in a kiss. He smiled against your lips, and placed a small kiss on your forehead when you went to pull away.

“I love you,” you said. 

“I love you too, doll,” he replied.

Later on, back at your place, you didn’t miss the proud grin on his face when you hung your new banner over the couch in the living room, visible to anyone who came into the apartment.

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[kassies-take]

If You yelled at Supercorp after catching your partner cheating on you

~Friday~

Liam & Lucas: *enters front door, places backpack on the floor near the kitchen island and raids kitchen*

Lena: Hi boys *smiles* how’d the mission go?

Liam: alright. Quick, NC criminals think they’re funny.

Lucas: fun! *throws popcorn in the air and catches it* easy. Nothing Liam, Jeju and I couldn’t handle.

Lena: (Y/n), should be home soon. *continues doing work on her Ipad*

Liam & Lucas: *eats*

You: *comes in about 10 mins later*

Lena: hey baby, how was sch-

You: *stomps upstairs, goes to your room and slams the door*

Lena: do you guys know what happened to your sister?

Lucas: maybe her period

Liam: *scolds* Bro that’s a sexist generalization. No mom, we don’t know. She was okay when we left.

Lena: okay we will let her have her time alone for now.

You: *switches on sound proof walls, throws picture frames, screams and sobs*

~~~~~

Kara: *lands, enters from back door, back hugs Lena and kisses her* Hi

Lena: Hi *smiles & kisses back*

You: *comes down the stairs, puffy eyes, red nose, walks past supercorp and opens refrigerator*

Lena: nope dinner is ready in 10 mins. *closes fridge*

You: *grunts and moves to sit on the couch*

Kara: is she okay?

Lena: she’s been like that since she got home

Kara: that bad?

Liam: *doing homework on the coffee table*

Lucas: *playing video games* you look horrible

You: *sarcastic* thanks I looked in the mirror before I came down

Lucas: here *passes controller to you* button smash your anger

You: *button smashes*

Lucas: thanks!! *takes the controller back*

Liam: (Y/n/n) you okay

You: *huffs* I don’t want to talk about it, I just stopped crying *crosses arm, looks over at Supercorp and tears come back*

Kara: *chin rests on Lena’s shoulder, arms around her waist, tasting what Lena feeds her, moans*

Lena: *laughs, pecks Kara* does it need anything

Kara: I’ll eat everything you cook, you know that!

Lena: be serious please

Kara: needs a little bit of pepper or whatever spice you use.

Lena: *hums, adds in spice* kids can you set the table

Liam: on it!

Lucas: let me get to a check point!

You & Liam: *heads to dining area*

Liam: *pats your shoulder*

You & Liam: *finishes setting up the table.*

Supercorp, Liam & you: *moves the food to table and sits in their spots.

Lena: Lucas pause it or I will turn it off.

Lucas: I’m almos-

Lena: Now!

Lucas: *pauses and super speeds over*

Luthor-Danvers: *eats, chats about their day*

You: *head down*

Lucas, Liam & Kara: *moves onto seconds*

Lena: we’re going to (s/o last name)s tomorrow for dinner

You: why?

Lena: celebrating Mr. (s/o last but by name) becoming Chief of Orthopedic Surgery. As well as Mrs. (s/o last name) winning 700 cases.

Liam: that’s amazing for them.

Kara: I’m a little biased but I love that for them!

You: send Mr and Mrs (s/o last name) my congratulations. I’m not going

Everyone: *looks at each other*

Lucas: I would’ve thought out of everyone, you would be happy to see (s/o)

Lena: we promise not to embarrass you in front of (s/o)

Kara: we can’t help it though, you all are amazing kids and we want to share that! *rambles* who wouldn’t be proud to be your guys’ parents. Gosh I can’t believe how grown up you guys are. Lucas, captain of the baseball team, full ride scholarship to Division 1 schools. Liam, getting accepted to Ivy Leagues, having your own lab at L-Corp. Let’s not forget the superhero thing! And (Y/n)! Working on a feature film, incredible hand-to-hand combat and a beautiful love story.

You: *flinches*

Lena: high school sweethearts, if only Kara was mine.

Kara: don’t need to be high school sweethearts to love each other.

You: can we not talk about this please.

Kara: childhood best friends to lovers, best love story ever.

Lena: I would like to say our love story was the best. Friends, to enemies to lovers.

Kara: we were the best of our generation but

You: *grips utensils, hand turns white*

Lucas: Jeju I don’t think you shoul-

Kara: (Y/n) and (s/o)! *hums* young love.

You: *slams utensils* SHUT UP! SHUT. UP! *deep breaths*

Lena: (Y/n)!

You: *cries* I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to yell.

Kara: *hugs you* It’s okay.

Lena: *moves to the other side of you and rubs your shoulders*

Liam: what happened (y/n)

You: *cries* they... cheated on me. B-Betrayed me. After you guys... left I went to the washroom. I heard them with some girl. They. They thought I left with Jeju. And they’ve been doing it for 6 months. *sobs*

Lena: Does (s/o) know?

You: no I hid in the stall until they finished...

Kara: *signs*

You: *sobs* I feel so h-hu-humiliated.

Kara: no, no.

Lena: c’mon I’ll run you a nice warm bath with Eucalyptus oils. Then after we can go to the tower and beat up some dummies.

You: I already beat up some things in my room. *stands up*

Lena: that’s okay. *guides you towards the stairs*

You: please don’t put them on a different continent or do evil Luthor things

Luthor-Danvers: *group hugs*

Lucas: no promises.

Lena: I’m first in line

Kara: I called second!

Liam: we love you (y/n)

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[drymbp]

white knight | lisa

A/N : Hello everyone! I'm finally posting my first ever imagine out here in Tumblr! I'm still new to writing and I hope to get better at it soon.

This idea was inspired by a dream, and I couldn't stop myself from turning it into a Lisa fic, because it just felt right.

Happy reading :)

~

Lisa should have returned with her band mates after rehearsals. But instead she chose to stay back and practice more until she was out of breath and one thing led to another, and she landed herself on the ground with a twisted ankle. Luckily you were on your break returning from a café, and you just happened to pass by the Blackpink practice room when you heard a scream. You rushed into the room and saw Lisa from BLACKPINK howling in pain.

"Are you alright miss?" She looked at you and gave you a weak smile. You cursed yourself for your lack of sense, and got down on you knees inspecting her ankle. "I'm sorry for that earlier, but I believe we need to get you to the doctor as soon as possible." She nodded, trying to get up but wasn't able to put pressure on her leg and struggled to stand without being in pain. You felt really bad for the idol, so you did what you thought was right.

You crouched down before her, and asked her to hop on, she seemed hesitant at first, but the way you looked at her made her want to obey you somehow. So without further ado, you walked out of the room carrying Lisa. Thankfully you met her manager, who you knew as a senior because you were an intern, and explained the situation. Immediately y'all made your way to the back of the building after making sure everyone's face was well hidden. She had worn the hood over her cap, to make sure nobody recognizes her.

Once you were out, you lowly whispered. "Please hide your face, we don't want people to know it's you and have them follow us." She nodded and hid her face by your neck, you could feel her breath hit you neck, making goosebumps arise all over your body. She held on to you tightly as you made your way towards the company van. The manager opened the van door, and you carefully put Lisa down, making sure she was comfortable in the seat. By the time you were preparing to leave, Lisa tugged at your sleeves, making you look at her curiously and then the manager.

"Get in Miss L/N, might as well help us a little more. You got inside with Lisa, while the manager sat at the front instructing the driver to get to the hospital soon. The ride was silent, unless the manager asked you questions about how it was working in the company, to which you replied professionally. Lisa had been looking at you the whole time, and you could feel her stare, so you turned to the right to check and caught her staring. She quickly averted her gaze, trying to act cool as if she wasn't caught red-handed. You chuckled, causing her to smile.

~

You had somehow made it to the hospital without people knowing and you were relieved. The doctors quickly came to aid, arranging a private room for Lisa. You were standing with the manager, while he was talking to the doctor. Thankfully, it wasn't serious and it would get better if she takes rest and puts ice on them within 2-3hr intervals. The both of you made your way to Lisa's room, the manager informing her that she was free from activities for a while. He left shortly afterwards making a call and with that you were left with Lisa.

She motioned for you to come near and to take a seat, so you did. "How are you feeling?" You asked looking at her wrapped up ankle and then at her. "The pain's alright for now though it hurts if I move it, aside from that it's all good, thank you for carrying me and stuff--" She trails off, looking at you expectantly. You furrow your eyebrows thinking what she meant, then you realize she's asking for you name so you shyly flash her a smile which Lisa finds cute and coos. "Y/N L/N." She nods, saying your name a few times to check how it sounds on her lips, once she's satisfied, she holds out her hand for you. As you return the gesture her smile gets brighter. And you can't help but think how pretty she looks when she smiles, her doe brown eyes stand out making her look like a doll. If you were to be asked to describe Lisa, you would be at a loss of words. Words cannot do justice to her beauty. The more you stare at her the more heat rushes to your cheeks, you internally slap yourself for having these thoughts though you heart doesn't listen.

"Thank you for the help Miss L/N. I would be happy enough to have you in our team. You're really helpful. I must say I was impressed." The manager pats you in your back and you smile thanking him for the kind words, and do a mini dance when he's not looking but Lisa has been watching the whole interaction and chuckles making you hide your face and look everywhere but her and that makes her laugh again.

What a way to woo your crush.

~

You're again seated with Lisa at the back as you guys head to drop Lisa at the dorm. This time, Lisa makes small talks with you about her 5 cats. Leo, Luca, Louis, Lily and Lego and you can't stop smiling as she talks about her cats with so much love and adoration. "What about you Y/N, do you have pets?" You nod filling her in about your P/N and how he/she likes doing their favorite pass time. (P/N - PET NAME)

By the time you've finished telling her this one story, you've arrived at the dorm. You feel sad because you were genuinely having fun, though you don't let it show. You get out, waiting to take Lisa by the hand but she just pouts. "Carry me Y/N, my ankle hurts with all the walking I did from the hospital." The manager looks at you with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry to have you do this, but please help us Miss L/N." You see Lisa from the corner of your eye winking at you, and you swear you would have exposed her but then you don't want to be rude infront of your superior so you crouch down, while Lisa hops onto you with a smile. The manager opens the door for you, and waits outside. You walk in with Lisa in your back while she mumbles a genuine thank you and so you hum letting her know it's alright and you're not mad. As you enter the dorm, you spot the other members by the living room, sitting on the couch munching on food. Jennie is the first to spot you and Lisa, and she gets up walking to you, gathering the attention of the other two idols.

"Lisa! What happened? How can you be so careless?" Jennie turns into full mom mode when she notices Lisa's wrapped up ankle. And you try to suppress your laughter finding it cute. Lisa however notices you trying to laugh so she pinches your cheeks, making you whine. Jisoo swats away Lisa's hands from your cheeks, and offers you a smile while you mouth her a thanks. Rosé arranges the cushions for Lisa as you lie her down on the couch.

The girls thank you on behalf of Lisa while you bow and say it's alright. You get ready to leave, but Lisa calls you. "Y/N aren't you forgetting something?" You look back at her and snap your fingers realizing you should tell her the remedy. "Ah yeah, you have to put ice on your ankle within 2-3hr intervals so as to ensure that the swelling doesn't increase." Lisa shakes her head at your obliviousness and takes out her phone, flexing it in front of your face. "You forgot to give me your number. You promised to show me pictures of your P/N." You look at her incredulously while the other members just laugh and make their way to the kitchen to give you both some privacy. You contemplate whether it's professional of you to hand her your number, no it isn't. But the puppy eyes she shoots you makes it harder for you to decline and you hesitantly hand her your phone. She punches her number in, saving it with various emojis.

Lisa🐒🐥🐈🖤💗

You laugh at her choice. She sends a quick text from your phone to herself and saves your number with God knows how many emojis.

Finally, you get up to leave before she pulls you by your hand and kisses your cheeks leaving you flustered. "Uhm I-- You- I- must leave. M-My superior's wait-waiting bye!" You run off, almost stumbling into a wall.

You're falling for her and there's no denying.

~

The next day, dispatch and various news channels reveal photos of you carrying Lisa from the building to the van. Some fans share their worries about their favorite idol while some joke about the picture being from a movie scene. Both Knetizens and Fans are curious about the mysterious person, setting the news to trending. You go through a few other articles, until one of them catches your eyes.

BLACKPINK LISA SAVED FROM ANKLE INJURY BY MYSTERIOUS FEMALE. FANS CALL HER THE WHITE KNIGHT!

By the time you've finished reading, you get a message from Lisa.

Thank you my white knight, hope to have your exclusive services limited only for myself. Meet me soon <3 Would love to know more about you 🙈

#blackpink imagines #blackpink scenarios #blackpink x reader #blackpink oneshots #lisa #lisa x reader #lisa imagines #lisa x fem #lisa scenarios #blackpink x fem #kpop scenarios #girl group imagines #bptwhp

[holylulusworld]

The taming of the shrew (8)

Summary: The babies are on their way. Will Dean survive seeing you give birth? Will the babies are cute and even more important – will your alphas breeding kink awake? 

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Characters: Mary Winchester, John Winchester, Sam Winchester, Alex Jones; John Y/F/N Dean Winchester (baby boy), Y/M/N Mary Y/N Winchester (baby girl)

Warnings: pregnant reader, nesting, scenting, cuddling & snuggling, overprotective Dean, general cuteness, giving birth (nothing graphic), nervous Dean (let’s be honest, he’s a wreck), daddy Dean

A/N: Y/F/N = Your father’s name; Y/M/N = Your mother’s name

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

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“Breathe in and out, Y/N,” Alex instructs, looking at you while she moves one hand to your mound. “I will check how far you are, okay. You are safe, your babies are alright. My husband is just down the street and waits for my call if we need more help.”

“O-okay,” you pant, looking at Dean who, as expected, paces around the room. He’s a wreck for half an hour. “Dean, I need you alpha.”

“I’m here,” stumbling toward the bed, reaching out for you Dean tries to find a way to take the pain away. “What can I do, omega? How can I help you?”

“You could sit behind Y/N and let her rest her back against your chest. Put your hands on her belly, rub it gently and breathe with her,” holding back a smirk Alex watches your alpha clumsily move behind you to replace the pillows he stuffed behind your back.

“Okay, hands on your belly,” Dean pants heavily but he follows Alex’s instructions. “Slow and gentle. Now breathe with me, sweetheart. Like we trained with Alex.”

“I-I’m trying, but-“ you cry out, scream in pain when another contraction ripples through your body. “I want my mommy,” you whine, watching your mother usher inside your room. “Please.”

“I’m here, Y/N,” your mother stands next to the bed to hold your hand. “Just breathe with your alpha, he’ll guide you through birth. I know you can do it. Your bond will help you ease the pain, okay. Soon you will see your babies and all the pain is forgotten.”

“Omega,” Dean purrs against you, lets the vibrations run through his chest to make you feel safe. “I know you can do this. We are all here. I can already see our babies in your arms.” you fist the sheets underneath you, snarl in all directions before you finally concentrate on Dean’s words.

“Babies,” you sniffle, looking down your body. “I can’t let them out already, can I? I need to protect my pups. What happens if anyone wants to hurt them?” panicked you look at Alex when she tells you to push again.

“Push, Y/N. I can already see the head,” whining you squeeze your mother’s hand. “One more time, sweetie. You can do it. The first baby is almost there…”

“Aw, look at his tiny hands,” you coo, looking at your baby boy in your arms. Your little bundle of joy sleeps peacefully, doesn’t even flinch when you gently nuzzle him. “I will never not hold him.”

“If he grows like Sammy and me, you’ll not be able to lift him,” Dean gently rocks your baby girl, looking at her with big wet eyes. “She’s so pretty. Look at her tiny nose. I bet she will scrunch it up as you do anytime you don’t like my food.”

“I love your food, just not the burger monstrosity you bought,” pecking your son’s head you sigh deeply. He feels so small and vulnerable in your arms and you hope Dean and you can protect him from any harm. “They are perfect, and we made them, Dean.”

“And it was fun making them,” purring low in his throat Dean looks at you on the bed he built. I can fill you again soon. I want a house filled with kids one day.” proudly puffing his chest your alpha looks at you, a smirk on his lips.

“Dean,” you would like to protest by all you get out is a soft purr. You never expected to fall in love with your babies the moment you lay eyes on them but now, you are addicted. “Not now. We got our hands full of our pups.”

“She smells so good,” sniffing at your daughter’s head Dean smiles. “Like a mixture of you and me and cuteness. Aw, she just cooed.”

“Dean, stop making me cry,” sniffling you watch your alpha sit on the bed to show you your baby girl in his arms. “I can’t cry or they will wake up. Let them sleep a bit longer.”

“I can’t wait to hear them call me daddy,” nuzzling your daughter Dean purrs, wanting his children to get used to his voice. “Could eat her alive. Just look at my cute baby girl.”

“Is said – don’t make me cry,” you whimper, hating you are an emotional wreck at the moment. “I need to hold back to not cuddle our baby boy too much. He’s just too cute.”

“He’s mine, how could he not be cute?” Dean grins, giving you a wink. “Every pup I’ll put in your belly will be cute and handsome.” cockily looking at you Dean waits for your confirmation. “Right?”

“Handsome?” humming you look at Dean, knowing he wants you to compliment him. “I don’t know, Winchester. Maybe you are cute but handsome-“ you shrug, laughing as Dean grumbles under his breath.

“Don’t make me cuddle you, omega. I will put our baby girl in her cradle and cuddle you like never before,” giggling you look at Dean, give him your brightest smile as he tries to give you a stern look. 

“I want to see my grandchildren,” Mary paces outside your house. “Did they let you have a look?” shaking her head your mother places one hand onto Mary’s shoulder.

“I was there when Y/N gave birth but had to leave the moment the first pup arrived. Dean was too dangerous. If I stayed inside the bedroom, he could’ve attacked and killed me.”

“Newborn pups and his vulnerable omega around turn every alpha into an overprotective beast. You should know that Mary. Do you remember the day Dean was born?” furrowing his brows John tries to not smirk. “I almost killed your father.”

“You bite him, John,” sighing deeply Mary looks at the house again. “Are they okay? What if anything happened? God, what if they need our help?”

“The babies are healthy and safe,” Sam grins, showing his father the pictures Dean took of you and his pups. “Aw, he took a selfie with his baby girl.”

“Names, seize, weight,” Mary pants, snatching the phone out of Sam’s hands. “They are perfect. Oh, god my Dean is a father,” feeling her legs give in Mary grasps for John’s hand. “Did I tell him everything about parenting? What if I forgot something?”

“Mary,” John laughs. “Calm down. Dean is an adult, a man, and an alpha. He knows how to take care of his omega, apparently.” Now the elder alpha grins, looking at the phone. “Or Y/N wouldn’t have his kids.”

“JOHN!” scolding her husband for his indecency Mary sighs deeply. “Do you think they’ll show the pups to us today? Maybe if we ask nicely?”

“Ask or demand?” John snickers, nodding at your father. “I mean, Y/N lied about her parents, told Dean they are dead as she didn’t want anyone to know about her family. She even hid things from her alpha. Do you think she will show you the kids right after she gave birth?”

“I-I hope so,” nibbling at her lower lip Mary looks at the phone again. “He’s a good father, a good alpha. Dean will be so-“ starting to cry Mary hides her face in her husband’s chest. “My son is an adult now, John. He’s not my little Dean anymore.”

“Mom, I hate to say it, but Dean ain’t a kid for the longest time,” smirking Sam watches his father roll his eyes.

“Can you just not, Sammy? I can barely tame your mother. She wants to tear down the door to get to her son. Jesus, you need to learn a thing or two about omegas before you have pups.”

“LOOK!” your father says, pointing toward the door when you and Dean slowly step outside. “Y/N, sweetie!”

“Five minutes,” Dean growls, stepping in front of you. “You all got five minutes to look at the babies and then you’ll leave us alone.”

“Five minutes?” Mary almost trips over her feet when she rushes toward Dean to look at the little boy in his arms. “He’s so pretty, Dean.”

“John Y/F/N Dean Winchester is his father’s son. Of course, he’s handsome as hell,” Dean exclaims, nodding at his father.

“Aw, the little girl, look Y/M/N!” Mary sniffs, looking at the little girl in your arms, but she dares not to touch her. “What’s her name?”

“Y/M/N Mary Y/N Winchester,” you laugh when Mary starts to cry. “Dean insisted she needs my name too so, she has three names now, just like her brother.”

“Well done, Dean,” Sam purrs, looking at your babies. “Luckily, both look like your mate.” he grins but his heart swells watching his brother hold his baby boy in his arms. “He’s cute, I give him that.”

“Son, good job,” John smirks, watching your father silently cry. “You made everyone cry. I am proud of you and your mate. Never thought you can make such cute babies. On the other hand, Winchester men are attractive as hell.”

“Cockiness runs in the family, I see,” giggling you lean your head against Dean’s shoulder. “If you all excuse us now, we are tired and the babies need sleep. We booked a room for all of you at the lodge nearby. If you behave like good grandparents, you can see the pups tomorrow morning after we fed them.”

“Tomorrow,” nodding eagerly Mary bits her goodbye is the first one to step aside. “I’m glad everything worked out. You are so-“ she sniffs. 

“We see us tomorrow,” John leads his wife toward his car, wiping a single tear off his cheek before anyone can see he shed a tear too. 

“I hope you know that we are sorry, Mary and me. I’m proud of you and Dean, Y/N,” your mother pecks your cheek. 

“What your mother said,” your father whispers, kissing your hair. “You’re going to be a great mom.”

“Don’t kill the babies,” Sam laughs before he runs after his parents. “And don’t make more overnight. I don’t think our parents will survive more cuteness, Dean…”

“Finally, alone,” snuggling closer to his pups Dean looks them all over. You placed the babies between you and your mate to keep an eye on them on their first night in this world. “Look, they are already asleep. Little angels.”

“Little angels,” swooning you watch your alpha peck the babies’ heads, purring for them to assure safety and warmth. “And a devil.”

“I’m no devil,” he grins, giving you a dirty look. “Maybe when you feel better and recovered I’ll give you a hell of a ride, omega…”

“Fed, clean and cute,” Dean hums, watching you rock both babies in your arms. “See, we didn’t kill them. Now calm down and watch your grandchildren.” laughing at Dean’s words you look around the living room. 

Everyone gathered in the room this morning to check on their newest family members. Now they watch you with the babies in your arms, sighing and purring now and then.

“Dean changed his first diaper this morning and succeed,” they don’t have to know your baby boy peed onto his father’s shirt before he could stop him. “He wants to learn how to breastfeed too.” You blur out to break the tension.

Sam is the first one to laugh at your bad joke, followed by your father and John.

“I would,” grumbling Dean sits next to you to runs his hand over your baby boy’s head. “Just don’t have enough milk.”

“But he’s warm and the babies like to sleep on his naked chest,” you say, grinning as Dean nods eagerly. “Especially our baby girl prefers to sleep on her daddy. She cries anytime I tried to put her in her cradle.”

“In conclusion, we are doing fine. Now we have something to announce,” Dean gets up, clears his throat before he looks at you and his babies again. “Y/N and I are going to marry-“ he raises his hand, stops his mother before she can freak out. “Not a word, mom. Yes, you can help us but no, you’ll not decide anything.”

“We want to wait till spring,” you jump in, nodding at Dean. “There is enough time to plan things and to make sure we will get the wedding we want.”

“Last but not least, Sammy, you will be my best man,” hiding the choked-out sob poorly Sam nods, giving his brother a soft smile. “Good, now let’s eat cause I’m hungry as hell. I prepared breakfast.”

>> Epilogue

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[fanficimagery]

Coming Out

Imagine being pressured to go on a date and after not being listened to you blurt out the one secret you've kept to yourself for years.

Words: 3.7K Relationships: Gen Fic (General - No romantic ships) Author's Note: After a brief talk with @ausllyspercabeth​ this is what I came up with. I hope you like it even though it's not exactly what you were looking for. Also I'm not sure this is trigger worthy, but just in case I thought you should know this is a "coming out" story.

For as long as you can remember, you knew you weren't the same as all the other girls your age. When the time came that all the little girls started to realize the boys didn't have cooties, you didn't understand what the big deal was. To you, boys were still boys and you didn't see anything giggle worthy about them.

But what really made you realize that you didn't like boys was when you were at a birthday party and got locked in the room with a boy named Alex. Everyone had giggled outside the door, explaining that you wouldn't be let outside unless you had kissed. And to prove that you did kiss, there was a polaroid camera that you had to take a selfie with while kissing and then slide it underneath the door in order to be let out. You weren't really nervous, instead you were just annoyed, but Alex looked like he was ready to break a window and leave through it. So you had sighed, smoothed out your expression, and kindly told him that you should just get it over with so you can rejoin the party. Reluctantly he agreed as you took hold of the camera in hand properly, and then hesitantly pressed your lips to his. Quickly you snapped the picture, and then you and Alex jerked apart.

The two of you being disgusted by kissing each other forged a friendship from that day forward.

With Alex came his two best friends Reggie and Luke, and the two boys were quick to accept you when you didn't make fun of them for daydreaming about starting a band one day. Instead you encouraged them and eventually introduced them to your mom who they were immediately infatuated with because of her studio out in the garage. And then as the years slowly passed, it was your mother and father who opened their home to your friends when they started to clash with their own parents because of them starting a band.

Eventually, as the years pass, your little sister Julie joins the hangouts when Luke realizes your sister has an amazing set of pipes on her, and with Julie comes Flynn. There's never a quiet day in the Molina household and your parents couldn't be any happier.

But then your mom's health takes a dive and her diagnosis isn't good. Not at all.

The boys are there for you and your family through your mom going through treatments, and then it feels like they're constantly there when the treatments don't work for your mom anymore. They had tried to keep their distance when funeral arrangements started being made, but after your dad asked where the boys had disappeared off to, they made it their mission to be at your house everyday they could.

Life would never be the same in the Molina household, but the boys did their hardest to make sure not a single Molina lost themselves to their grief.

And then it's right before the start of your senior year of high school that your life unravels once more.

It's tradition that the underclassmen plan every big party to make sure the seniors have a great year, and they've been planning a back-to-school bonfire on the beach. Everyone, including you, is excited for it.

You and Alex are going through your closet and drawers, trying to find the perfect outfit for the bonfire since you had helped him the previous day while out shopping. He's going through your bathing suits when Julie walks in, Luke and Reggie on her heels. Julie and Reggie plop onto your bed, and Luke drops onto the lovesac with a groan.

"So guess what?" Julie excitedly says.

"What?"

"Guess who's been asking around about you and asking whether or not you're single?"

It takes a moment for her words to sink in and when they do, you freeze. You drop the pair of shorts you'd been looking at in order to look at your sister, frowning at her too excited expression. "Please don't play matchmaker."

"What? Y/N!" Your sister whines. "It's your senior year. You're supposed to have fun before you leave for college."

"Julie, no." You shake your head, chuckling softly.

"Come on, Y/N," Luke wheedles. "It's Joshua Parker, co-captain of the football team. You seriously need to get laid before we graduate."

Reggie laughs, turning over onto his stomach and batting his eyelashes at you. "According to the female population of Los Feliz High, he's a total catch. Give him a whirl. I'm sure you'll enjoy it."

You wrinkle your nose at your friends, mock gagging. "Pass. I just- no. Can we please drop the subject?"

"Y/N," Julie tries again, softer this time. "Can I ask you a serious question?"

Your heartbeat starts to skyrocket and you gulp. "What?"

"Why don't you date?" And whew! That was not the question you were expecting. "I've never seen you once go on a date."

You shrug and avert your gaze. "I've got better things to do than shoving my tongue down someone's throat or risking an STD."

There have been numerous times when Julie and Flynn tried to pull you into gushing about anyone you'd had a crush on or ranking the boys from your school by order of hotness. You didn't know how to exactly tell them you weren't into boys, so you always made excuses to get out of it. But now, you're feeling a little bit ambushed and you know this talk is not going to end well.

"But how do you know if you've never-"

"Julie!" You snap. "Enough."

Your sister blinks owlishly at you, and Luke and Reggie lose their smiles. The sudden quiet of your room makes you uncomfortable so you make up a quick excuse to leave.

Alex watches Y/N go with a frown before he's looking back at his stunned friends. "Maybe you guys should lay off Y/N. Not everyone is interested in dating."

Julie is the first to snap out of her stupor, shaking her head softly. "She's just nervous. That's the way I was before she encouraged me to take up Nick's offer to dinner and a movie."

Luke snorts. "And look how well that turned out."

"You know what? Shut up!" Julie chunks a pillow at Luke, but he merely laughs and swats it away.

Alex rolls his eyes at them, turning to go find Y/N. He's had a theory for months now as to why Y/N isn't boy crazy like every other girl he knows, but he's willing to wait and let her come out and say it herself.

Hours later, you leave the safety of the loft when your dad texts you to help set the table. Inside it's a full house, but only Alex glances at you. He offers you a faint smile and you squeeze his arm as you make your way past him to the cabinets. The table is quickly set and the food is brought to the table, and then everyone is sitting and holding hands for a quick prayer.

"Carlos, you're up," your dad says.

Everyone bows their head as Carlos starts. "Lord, we thank you for our good health and Reggie's amazing cooking skills. Amen."

"Amen," everyone repeats, chuckling as Reggie awws and ruffles Carlos' hair.

Dinner is a normal affair with the boys cracking jokes. But then when your dad asks about the plan for the upcoming bonfire, Julie starts explaining all that's going on while you sit there pushing around the corn on your plate.

"And then Joshua really wants Y/N to be his date for the night, but no," she drawls. "My dear older sister is apparently blind and refuses to go out with him."

You sigh and drop your fork. "This again? Really, Jules?"

"What?" She feigns innocence. "I just want you to be happy."

"I am happy," you deadpan.

"And have fun."

"Luke, Reggie, and Alex are fun."

She rolls her eyes. "With people who aren't like our brothers," she says. "Honestly, we thought you and Reggie had a thing going on-"

"What?!" He squawks.

"But then we saw you helping him get ready for a date with another girl and gave up on welcoming Reggie into the family."

You pinch the bridge of your nose, groaning softly. Ray glances between his daughters and the way the usually three teenage boys are averting their gazes. "Mija, maybe you should just leave your sister be. If she doesn't want to go on a date with Joshua, you shouldn't pressure her."

"Agreed!" You look at your dad with a grateful smile. "Thanks, dad."

This time Julie groans. "But I just don't get it." And your mood quickly sours. "You're beautiful and you can have any boy-"

"Because I don't like boys!" You yell. The dinner table falls deathly silent and your eyes instantly tear up. "I haven't liked boys since I realized I liked girls back in the seventh grade." Still not a word is uttered and your heart cracks just a little. Throwing your napkin down onto your plate, you scoff, "Are you happy now?", as you push your chair back and rush out the front door.

You've been sitting by the beach for about an hour now, sitting on a low brick wall and staring off into the ocean. You've had numerous texts and calls, but the only texts you replied to are your dad's where you told him you'd be back before curfew. But you should have known someone would look for you no matter what and are relieved to see the pink hoodie out of the corner of your eye. Alex.

"How'd you find me?"

"Tracking app," he says. "I've downloaded it on everyone's phones and hid it on the last page in the random folder no one looks through."

You huff quietly, shaking your head in amusement. "So how pissed is my dad? And how's Jules? I didn't mean to snap at her, but-"

"Hey, I get it," Alex says. He leans over, knocking your shoulder with his. "Keeping a secret like ours takes a toll. And then with Julie pressuring you, it's understandable you snapped."

"I just- I feel so bad," you mutter. Leaning against Alex, you lay your head on his shoulder and you feel him lay his head atop yours.

"Don't. Coming out, it's hard. I should know," he chuckles. "But what I don't understand is why you didn't tell me."

"You mean to tell me you didn't realize I was gay back when we had to kiss in seventh grade?" Alex snorts softly and you push off of him so you can look at him, grabbing one of his hands within your own. "I thought about telling you hundreds of times, but then you came out to your parents and their reaction terrified me. I was scared mom and dad would do the same to me."

"Are you joking? Ray and Rose loved you with their entire beings. Heck your dad still does. He'd never treat you any differently."

"No offense, but we all thought that about your parents too and look how that turned out."

He opens his mouth to retort, but snaps it shut and shrugs. "Fair point."

"And besides, we couldn't know for sure. You never really came out to my parents. We only told them you and your parents no longer saw eye to eye. Dad doesn't know you're gay."

"Also fair point," he sighs. "But if I'm being honest, I don't think Ray will be like my parents. If anything, he's probably more upset that you hid yourself for so long."

"God I hope you're right." The only sound you can hear are the waves lapping at the shore. "Can we just- can we chill here a little longer? I'm not ready to go back."

"Of course. But you're buying me a snack because we didn't finish dinner and I spent the last of my money on an Uber out here."

Snorting, you agree and slide off the wall with Alex's hand still encased in your own.

You and Alex walk to a nearby taco truck, and you buy him whatever he wants. You get yourself two tacos as well, plus two glass bottles of Coke and eat down by the water.

For a couple of hours the two of you walk along the beach and then head down to the pier. You listen to a few random people playing instruments in hopes of making a few dollars, and then right before ten at night you decide it's time to finally head home.

"So what do you'll think I'll be walking into?" You ask.

Alex shrugs. "I'm not sure, but whatever it is I'm sure you'll be fine."

As you drop into the seat behind the wheel, you shoot off a quick text to your dad to let him know you're on your way home. Then as you and Alex are buckling up, you get a reply from him. Quickly reading it, you summarize the text for your friend. "Dad said he wants to speak to us."

"U-Us?"

"Yep." You lock your phone and drop it into the cup holder.

"He knows. He so knows about me," Alex realizes.

You huff a laugh. "On the bright side, it looks like we're in this together."

Instead of blaring music like you normally would, you keep it quiet and talk nonsense to Alex to keep him from freaking out too bad. You're at your house in no time and Alex looks at you as if he's walking to his death.

"Keep it together, Mercer. Wasn't it you who was telling me earlier that my dad would be accepting?"

"Yeah." He nods before looking up at your house. "Yeah. It's going to be fine."

As you and Alex climb out of the car, you meet in front of it and you reach for his left hand with your right. He grabs it, interlocking your fingers, and lets you lead the way inside.

When you step inside your house, your dad is the only one there with the TV playing on low. You and Alex walk into the living room as your dad climbs to his feet, and the tears immediately flow when you see tears gathering in your dad's eyes.

"Mija." Ray's voice cracks as he spreads his arms open for a hug, and a sob escapes your throat as you release Alex's hand and close the distance between you and your dad. Your arms wrap tightly around his waist as you hide your face in his chest, and he shushes you while rocking you back and forth. "I love you no matter what. You do know that, right?"

With your throat tight with emotion, all you can do is nod.

"I'm so sorry you felt the need to hide yourself away. You are my flesh and blood, and I love you with all my heart whether you like boys or girls or neither."

"I-I'm sorry." You cry. "It's just- it's really scary saying it out loud and not knowing for sure how anyone will react."

"I know." You feel Ray's chest shudder with suppressed emotion. "And Alex, please don't be mad but the other boys told me what really happened with your parents. I'm so sorry, mijo. No parent should ever treat their child like something's wrong with them or be dismissed because of who they love."

"I-" Alex's voice cracks and you hear him clear his throat a moment later. "Thank you, Mr. Molina. You have no idea how good it is to hear you say that."

Ray chuckles a little wetly. "Get over here. You will always be welcomed here, mijo. I just want you to know that."

You feel Alex come up behind you, hugging your dad and squishing you between the both of them. You can't help the giggle that leaves your mouth and as you stand there hugging your dad it feels like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

"Can we get in on that?" You manage to turn your head towards the voice and smile at Carlos. "That looks really fun."

Ray and Alex loosen the hug, and open their arms just so, so Julie and Carlos can join in.

"I'm sorry," Julie mumbles. "If I had known-"

"But you didn't," you say. "And that's my fault, but please stop trying to hook me up with the guys you and Flynn think are fine."

Julie giggles and agrees.

"Does this mean then that when I'm older, me and you can check out girls together?"

You, Alex, and Julie all laugh at Carlos' earnest question as your dad groans. "Sure, Carlitos. I'll totally scope out the girls with you."

"Alright. Now that we've talked," your dad says, "you're needed outside. Please keep your sister and Luke apart."

Julie groans as you snort. "What?"

"Reggie and Luke are out in the studio," Julie explains. "We're having a sleepover."

"Oh. Okay," you say.

As your dad ushers Carlos away with promises that he can stay up to midnight playing his games, you and Alex follow Julie out the back door. You walk down the curving concrete stairs and enter the studio, grinning at the sight of Reggie and Luke on the pullout couch and the lovesac they apparently stole from your room.

"How did you guys even get that down here?"

"It took us about thirty minutes and a fall down the stairs, but we made it," Luke says.

He's stretched out on the pullout couch and it's no surprise that Julie gravitates his way. You and Alex readily kick off your shoes, and Alex chooses to crawl his way in between your sister and Luke while you join Reggie on the lovesac.

Reggie's arm is stretched out, so you slide over to him and curl into his side. The two of you cuddle into one another and it takes a second for something Julie said earlier to come back to you. "So you guys really thought Reggie and I were creeping behind all your backs?"

Reggie laughs. "Why would any of you think that?"

"Are you really asking that right now?" Luke huffs. "Just look at the way the two of you are laying together."

You and Reggie laugh, knowing full well that being wrapped in one another would look pretty compromising. Eventually your laughter tapers off. "Reggie's a cutie, but he's not exactly my type. Honestly, all three of you boys are good looking but you just don't do it for me. Sorry."

Alex chuckles. "Ditto."

"So I know this is kind of rude to ask, but we're family and I'm super curious," Luke says. Immediately Alex and Julie groan. "Did you guys just like know you were gay or did you kiss the opposite sex and realize then that you didn't it?"

Alex remains quiet, so you decide to go first. "I knew that I liked girls before I ever kissed a boy."

"Same. I knew I liked boys before I kissed a girl."

"Bro, no way!" Luke exclaims. "Who'd you kiss?"

"Wait," Julie frowns, "if you knew you were gay beforehand, then why kiss the opposite sex?"

"Because we were locked in a room," you say.

"And they wouldn't let us out unless we kissed and took a polaroid of said kiss as proof," Alex finishes.

There's a moment of silence as your words sink in, and then- "No way!" Reggie laughs. "You and Alex kissed?!"

You can't help but laugh along with him. "We did."

Alex smiles. "I still have the polaroid somewhere in my closet. I took it back so no one could tease us with it."

"You need to find it so I can see it," you muse. "God it's been forever since that happened."

"And to think if it never had happened, we'd probably have never spoken."

Everyone falls silent as they think about Alex's words, but then you break the silence to say, "I'm really glad you were my first and only boy kiss."

"Same. I'm glad you were my only girl kiss as well."

"Aw you guys," Luke coos. "Y/N and Reg, get your butts over here and cuddle us."

You and Reggie rock and roll yourselves out of the lovesac, you letting Reggie smother your sister while you crawl over Luke and Alex. Luke does his best to tuck you under his chin and you laugh briefly before your body starts to relax.

Sighing softly, you say, "I love you guys. Thank you for being so chill about everything."

"We love you too," Luke muses.

As the talking starts to taper off and you feel yourself dozing off, you say, "I'm really sorry I didn't tell you guys sooner. It's just- I didn't know how-"

"Don't apologize," you sister tells you. "I can't imagine the guts it took to come out and I'm sorry I kind of forced your hand, but we know now and that's all that matters. You and Alex are both loved, and you'll always have a home with us no matter what."

Someone sniffles and then Alex says, "Can someone just hug me?"

You giggle and roll off of Luke, hugging Alex and inadvertently Reggie as well since he had the same idea as you.

"Hey, so if you guys are out," Reggie starts, "does this mean we can finally go to one of those Pride parades?"

Alex snorts. "Reg, we will go to Pride if Luke lets the girls put makeup on him."

"Hey I'm so down," Luke says. "I want rainbow eyeshadow."

"Yeah. Me too!" Reggie agrees.

Julie giggles. "Reg, if we go to Pride we're dressing you up as a fairy."

"Ohh yes!" You lift your head just high enough to nod at your sister. "Reggie's complexion is best to give him an ethereal look with makeup and a pair of fairy wings that we have left over from Halloween. He'd have to be shirtless though, so.."

"Aw man, I'm gonna have to do a lot of sit-ups, aren't I?"

"Yep. But don't worry," you muse. "It'll be well worth it."

"Hey, Luke," Reggie then says. "Ten bucks say I pull more numbers than you."

"You're on, Peters."

As Luke and Reggie bicker about who can pull the most guys, you snuggle into Alex and slowly drift off to sleep. You should have known from the start that you'd be accepted by everyone and you can't believe you wasted so much of your life hiding. But now that everyone who matters knows, you're excited to finally be yourself.

#julie and the phantoms imagine #julie and the phantoms x reader #jatp x reader #julie and the phantoms #alex mercer #julie molina #ray molina #reggie peters #luke patterson #carlos molina #imagine #fanficimagery

[writingsforanyone]

Forgotten Fling 4/7

pairing: Y/N x Brett Talbot

warnings: alcohol, a few swear words, blood

A/N: here's part 4!! just to clarify: in this story, Brett and Y/N are both a year older than Liam, and a year younger than Scott and the others. also, italics is a memory. part 5 will be up in the few days, enjoy!

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You were fixing your makeup in the mirror that was hanging in your locker, waiting for the bell to ring for your 6th period, when your light source was suddenly blocked. You looked over to see Brett leaning against the locker next to yours, blocking the window you were using for light.

“Excuse me, you’re blocking my light.”

“You look fine, you don’t need the light,” Brett said with his signature smirk.

“Funny,” you said sarcastically, moving to get your necessary books out of your locker.

“So. Winter Formal is coming up,” Brett said, changing the topic.

“That it is,” you said, checking your makeup one more time with the little light you had left.

“We going together?” Brett asked, as if the answer would be obvious. You finally shut the locker door before saying,

“You want me to go to Winter Formal with you?” Again, Brett nodded as if it was obvious, but his face changed to one of confusion as you started to walk away backwards.

“Then you’re going to have to ask me the right way,” you said with a smirk and wink before turning around and heading to your 6th period History class. You and Brett had your morning classes together, but your afternoon classes were different, so you settled with sneaking an occasional text. 

A few minutes before your class ended, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket, and when the teacher wasn’t looking, you pulled it out. You noticed it was a text from Brett which read,

Are you going to be here after I get out of practice?

        I can be

You should

You smiled down at your phone before putting it away. You knew that Brett knew you had to pick Liam up from lacrosse practice, but you didn’t say anything for his sake.

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You had been at home for the last 2 hours, doing your homework while you waited for Liam to be out of practice. You had long since changed out of your Devenford Prep uniform, which consisted of a khaki skirt, white long sleeve shirt and tie, with a purple sweater vest over top. You had changed into white sweatpants and and a matching white crewneck, wanting to be warm since it was getting colder outside. You checked your phone and saw that it was already 5:15, and that you needed to leave soon. Lacrosse practice typically ended around 5:30, but most of the team liked to shower in the locker rooms before leaving, including Brett and Liam. You went ahead and got up, pulling on a pair of shoes and grabbing your purse and keys, and headed out the door.

When you pulled into the Devenford Prep parking lot, you saw the lacrosse team heading into the locker rooms, which meant you had about 15 minutes until Liam and Brett came out. You weren’t sure why Brett had specifically wanted you to be here today, but you were impatiently waiting to find out. You scrolled through your phone and listened to music, and exactly 15 minutes later, you saw a freshly showered Brett Talbot walk out of the locker room. He started heading for his car and you watched him throw his bags into the trunk, before he moved to grab something out of the backseat. He hid something behind his back, but you weren’t sure what it was. By that point you had gotten out of your car and were leaning against it, waiting for Brett to walk over to you. He eventually made his way over to where you were standing, and when he was right in front of you, he said,

“Look who decided to show up.”

“Well, I wanted to see what was so important,” you said

“It has nothing to do with picking your brother up?” he said with a laugh.

“Only a little bit,” You said cheekily. Brett chuckled again before reaching out with the hand that wasn’t behind his back, and grabbing yours. 

“So, Winter Formal is coming up,” he started to say, just the way he had earlier in the day.

“And I was wondering if you would do me the honor of coming with me,” he finished as he pulled out a bouquet of roses from behind his back. You gasped at the sight of them, and you looked back up at him before saying,

“I would love too”

Brett smiled as you took the roses from him and smelled them. He remembered you saying roses were your favorite flowers a while back, which prompted him to use the 20 minutes he had in between the end of school and the start of practice to go get them. You turned to place the flowers on the top of your car momentarily, when you felt two hands on your waist. Brett turned you around and lightly pushed you up against the car, leaning down to catch your lips in a soft kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back, relishing in the moment. When Brett pulled away, he leaned his forehead against yours and asked in a low voice,

“Did I do okay?”

“You did perfect,” you responded, leaning up to kiss him again. The two of you continued kissing for a few minutes before Brett’s phone rang. When he pulled away and pulled out his phone, you saw your brother’s name on the screen and said,

“What a surprise, Liam ruining the moment.” Brett chuckled and answered the phone, but before he could get a word in, you heard Liam say,

“Can I come out now?” You and Brett both laughed before Brett said,

“Yeah you can come now,” before hanging up.

“You made him wait in there??” you asked him, trying to seem angry but failing as the giggles fell from your lips.

“Well yeah, how awkward would it have been if I asked you to the dance and your little brother is standing right next to us?” He answered.

“Good point,” you said, before grabbing his waist and pulling him down for another kiss. After a few more minutes, you heard a voice from behind Brett say, 

“Get a room.” You and Brett pulled away and you peered over Brett’s shoulder and saw Liam walking up to the two of you.

“Did you do it?” Liam asked Brett as he put his bags in the trunk of your car. You took this opportunity to take the roses off the top of your car and lay them down in your backseat.

“Would I be making out with your sister right now if I hadn’t?” Brett said.

“Gross,” Liam said, getting into the passenger seat. You rolled your eyes and looked back over at Brett, who was already looking down at you.

“Promise me I’ll see you tomorrow?” Brett asked. Tomorrow was Thursday, so you would obviously see him at school, but once again for his sake, you didn’t say anything. You nodded, and he leaned down to give you one final kiss before he leaned up and kissed your forehead. You said your goodbyes and he headed to his car and you got in yours, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot.

“Why don’t you two finally just get together?” Liam asked out of the blue.

“What?” you asked.

“You and Brett. Why don’t you guys just date already?”

“It’s not like that Liam.”

“Sure looks like it to me, And everyone else for that matter.” Liam said, rolling his eyes. You rolled your eyes as well, not knowing where Liam pulled this from. You hadn’t said a word to anyone about how you truly felt about Brett, and you definitely hadn’t said anything to Liam about it. Besides, you knew the feelings weren’t mutual, and that Brett didn’t want a label, so why ruin what you and Brett had going?

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You were putting the finishing touches on your look for the night: lipstick, jewelry, and shoes, when you heard a knock at your door. You heard your mom open the door and greet Brett, before striking up a conversation. Your family knew Brett not only because of you, but because of Liam and the lacrosse team also. You looked in the mirror one last time: you were wearing a short, navy blue, sequined bodycon dress, and black heels and clutch to go with it. You had curled your hair and done a full face of makeup, and you admitted it: you looked good. You were in the process of putting your phone and the rest of your belongings into your clutch, when you heard your mom yell up the stairs,

“Y/N! Brett’s here!”

“Coming!” you yelled back. You grabbed the rest of your things and closed your door, walking down the hallway to the staircase. You slowly made your way down, and when you saw Brett, you took in a breath. He looked ravishing. In his navy blue dress pants and buttoned blazer, and white button down underneath, he looked amazing. He wasn’t wearing a tie, and he had the first two buttons of his shirt undone. He didn’t realize you were coming down the stairs because he was talking to your parents, and when he finally heard your heels on the stairs, he turned to you. You watched his jaw drop, and then he said,

“Wow. You look incredible.” You smiled at him and said, 

“Well you don’t look too bad yourself.”

You made your way down the rest of the stairs, and your mom looked at the both of you and said,

“Oh don’t you two just look so cute!” This caused your step-dad to come out of the living room and say,

“Hey Brett how are you?” He reached out and Brett shook his hand before saying,

“I’m good sir how are you?”

“I’m doing pretty good. Do you plan on taking care of my step-daughter tonight?”

“That’s good to hear, and yes sir, I do.” That’s when your mom cut in and said,

“Okay okay let me get a picture of you two!” You rolled your eyes but smiled at the same time, moving over to the front of the staircase, and Brett came and stood next to you, putting his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. Your mom took multiple pictures, calling the two of you ‘cute’ or ‘adorable’ with every picture.

“The both of you should put ‘Embarrassing my child: 16 years of experience,’ on your resumé’s. It would fit perfectly,” you said after your mom was through. Brett laughed, and your step-dad chimed in a said,

“Well that is our job.”

“Very funny,” you said. 

“Okay, on another note, your mother and I are leaving for night shifts at the hospital in an hour, and we’re dropping Liam off at Mason’s on the way. When you get home, make sure you lock the door and set the alarm,” your mom said.

“I will. I’ll text you when I get home,” you responded. With that, you said goodbye to your parents and yelled up the stairs,

“Bye Liam!” to which you got no response.

“Okay, cranky.” you mumbled under your breath. Brett chuckled and led you our of the front door, his hand resting on your lower back. When you were out of hearing and viewing range from your family, he said,

“You look beautiful.” You smiled and pulled him in by his blazer and said,

“You look incredibly dashing as well,” before leaning up and kissing him. He kissed you back, and when he pulled away, he opened the passenger door for you, and you got in. He went around the car and got in, before turning on the car and pulling off. He plugged his phone in and played some music, your favorite songs to be exact. He grabbed your hand with the one that wasn’t steering and laced your fingers through his, before pulling your hand up and kissing the back of it. The two of your talked about anything and everything on the way to the school, and when you got to the dance, the two of you danced the night away, having the time of your life

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You pulled Brett inside your house and locked the door, setting the alarm before you both made your way upstairs.

“Won’t the alarm go off whenever I leave?”

“Not if you go out the window,” you responded with a wink, pulling him into your room and closing the door. He let go of your hand and grabbed your waist, pulling you flush against him. He leaned down and kissed you, hard, and you kissed him back. His blazer had made his way to your body as the night got colder, and you slipped it off and threw it on the bed. The two of you blindly made your way to the bathroom, not once stopping the kiss. Brett pulled you into the bathroom and finally broke the kiss, spinning you around so you were looking at him in the mirror. He started kissing your neck, slowly making his way down to your shoulder. His hands snaked up your back and slowly unzipped your dress, letting it drop to the floor. He looked to you in the mirror and said, 

“I’ve been wanting to get you out of this dress all night.” 

He spun you back around and you leaned up to kiss him, moving your hands to unbutton his shirt and slipping it off of his shoulder in the process. Brett moved his hands from your waist to under your butt and tapped your leg, signally for you to jump. You jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist, not once breaking the kiss. Brett led you to your room and laid you on the bed, and the two of you spent your time blurring the line between friends with benefits, and two people in love, all night.

You opened your eyes and rolled over, having been woken up by your dreams yet again. Your dreams had started occurring every night, always a memory that you shared with Brett. 6 months. It had been 6 months since the deadpool ended, 6 months since you last saw Brett, and 6 months of you having these dreams. Liam and Mason had started sophomore year, you started junior year, and the rest of your friends had all started their senior year. You hadn’t told anyone about the dreams, not even Liam. You didn’t want your friends to think you were crazy, or that you were holding onto something that wasn’t there anymore. 

It was Saturday, and you had nothing to get up for expect for your plans tonight. You were going to Sinema, a new club that had opened in Beacon Hills a few weeks ago. You hadn’t had a chance to go yet, but you were excited to check it out tonight. Since you didn’t have plans for the rest of the day, you simply got out of bed to brush your teeth and wash your face, before getting back in bed and putting on your favorite show to watch until tonight came.

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You pulled your dress down as your walked towards the front door of Sinema with 2 of your friends from school. You got in the line and eventually showed the bouncer your fake ID, and he let you in. Your first impression of the club was loud and bright. You made your way around the club, pushing your way around people until you made it to the bar. You talked with your friends for a little bit, before the three of you went your separate ways. You weren’t driving tonight, so you ordered a drink from the bar, praying your ID passed with the bartender. It did, and by the time you were on your second drink, you were tipsy enough to be enjoying yourself. That is, until you saw your little brother and his best friend walking up to you.

“What the hell are you two doing here?” you asked them, not particularly wanting to know, but figuring it was best to ask.

“How the hell did you get that?” Liam said, pointing to your drink.

“I asked you first,” you responded.

“Hayden let us in,” Mason said.

“Hayden? As in the Hayden that Liam punched in 6th grade?”

“That’s the one,” Mason said, before Liam cut him off and said,

“Now how did you get the drink?”

“It’s called a fake ID. And don’t be so loud, if the bartender hears you I’m screwed,” you responded, rolling your eyes.

“Did you come here with Brett?” Liam asked hesitantly.

“What? No, I came with Y/F/N and Y/F/N. Why do you ask?”

“Well…he’s right over there so I had too,” Liam said, gesturing behind him. You looked over his shoulder and saw Brett dancing with a girl and another boy. You stared for a second too long, before Mason nudged you and said,

“You good?” You rolled your eyes and turned back around, saying,

“I need another drink.” You sat back down at the bar and ordered one from the bartender as Liam and Mason walked away, assuming that you wouldn’t want to be bothered anymore. You had no idea how you didn’t see that he was here whenever you were walking around, and you really hoped that he hadn’t seen you. You downed your third drink and decided to get up and dance, hoping that the crowd would hide you from Brett. You started moving to the beat and dancing around, letting loose to the music. You had been dancing for about 10 minutes when you felt someones hands on your waist pulling you in. You turned around and saw a boy behind you that you didn’t recognize. You tried to walk away when he grabbed your arm and pulled you back into him.

“Dude, let go of me,” you said.

“Come dance with me sweetheart,” he drawled out, obviously very drunk.

“I don’t want to dance with you, let me go,” you said again, trying to yank your arm out of his grip. He didn’t say anything else, he just kept pulling you into to him, and by this point you had had enough. Right when you were about send your knee into his groin, you saw a livid Brett Talbot appear right in front of you. Brett grabbed the boy by the collar and lifted him up, saying,

“I believe she told you to let go.”

“What’s it to you?”

“You’re not gonna touch her again, you hear me?”

“What are you, her boyfriend or something?” That was a bad idea. Brett dropped the boy’s collar and he dropped to his feet. Brett swung first and hit the guy in the nose, knocking him out with one hit. The boy fell to the floor unconscious, and no one moved to help him. You hadn’t realized Brett had come up to you until he was right in front of you.

“I guess it’s my turn to say thank you,” you said looking up at him. He chuckled before saying, 

“You don’t have to thank me for that. Are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m good.”

“Good.” The two of you proceeded to stand there in silence, not saying a word and avoiding eye contact for the next few minutes, until you said,

“How did you know that I needed help?” Brett looked down at you and he seemed to be contemplating how to answer the question. After a few moments he said,

“I heard your heartbeat.”

“Over all of these people?” you asked. Brett once again hesitated before answering,

“Your heartbeat is always the loudest one in the room.” You averted your gaze to the ground and tried to contain your smile, but failed, and you looked back up at him and said,

“Thank you again.”

“I told you, you don’t have to thank me for that. How have you been?” he said.

“Well, I haven’t gotten shot recently so I’d say I’ve been pretty good. How about you?” you responded.

“Well, I haven’t had any professional assassins try to kill me lately so I’d say I’ve been pretty good,” he said, mimicking your previous answer. You both laughed lightly, not sure how to feel or react that the fact that you two were actually having a normal conversation for the first time in over a year. That is, conversations that don’t involve one of you yelling at the other, or one of you almost dying. Right as you were about to say something else, Brett’s head whipped around so fast you thought he would get whiplash.

“What is it?” you asked him, slightly concerned.

“Mason,” he said, before running towards the back of the club. You ran after him, weaving in between people and trying not to hit anyone. When you caught up to Brett, you saw him pull the boy that Mason was kissing away from him, and throw him across the room. You ran up next to Mason, and Brett turned around to the both of you and said,

“Run.” 

“No! I’m not leaving you here with him!” you yelled out, but it was no use. Brett, who was now in werewolf form, and the boy, whose eyes were solid black and who had scorpion stingers protruding all over his body, had started fighting. You watched as the two boys fought, and eventually the scorpion boy, whose name was Lucas, had Brett pinned against a metal bar. He swung his arm across Brett’s torso and slashed his scorpion stingers into Brett’s body. Right as he was going to hit him again, you saw Liam fly across the room and tackle him. You took the chance and ran over to Brett.

“Oh my god,” you said. Brett was bleeding a significant amount of blood from his stomach, and you moved your hands to his stomach to try to stop what you could.

“What is that thing?” Brett said through gritted teeth. 

“I have no idea, but whatever he is, he cut you really deep,” you said frantically.

“I’ll heal,” he said. You both turned and watched the rest of the encounter. You hadn’t noticed Scott or Kira arriving, but you saw Liam throw Lucas on the ground on last time, and the fight seemed to stop. Out of nowhere, you saw Kira, who was now engulfed in a fox-like silhouette, pull her sword out. She yelled something in Japanese and swung her sword down towards Lucas. Scott grabbed her wrist and stopped her moments before she would have cut Lucas in half. The whole room went silent as the fox went away and Kira was back to normal. Scott looked over at you and Brett and asked,

“Is everyone okay?” You didn’t respond, only looking at Brett and waited for his response. He nodded at Scott before looking at you and saying,

“I’m okay.”

“We need to get him out of here. Liam, give me a hand,” you heard Scott say. Just as the boys were about to pick Lucas up, an arrow shot through his stomach, seemingly coming from the ceiling. Everyone looked up, and your eyes widened at the sight of the Dread Doctors.

“Why did you do that?” Scott yelled.

“His condition was terminal,” The first Dread Doctor said.

“What does that mean?” Scott yelled again.

“Failure.” With that, the Doctors turned around and disappeared. You diverted your attention back to Brett. Apparently, you were visibly freaking out, and Brett could tell. He grabbed your hands and pulled them away from his stomach, showing you that he was already starting to heal.

“Hey, I’m already healing. See?” You nodded, before looking back to his shirt. You brought your hand to the hem of his shirt slowly before saying,

“Can I?” 

Brett nodded, and you lifted his shirt up to get a better view of his stomach. You saw that the scratches were already starting to heal, and looked better than they had moments before. 

“I’m going to be okay, I promise,” Brett said, reassuring you. You nodded again, pulling his shirt down and standing up. You stuck you hands out, motioning for Brett to get up. He smiled up at you and put his hands in yours. You pulled him up and he stumbled a bit, but you caught him and managed to steady him. 

“Hey. Look at me,” Brett said. You looked up at him and he smiled before saying,

“Thank you.”

“For what? I didn’t do anything,” you responded.

“For being here.” You looked down, trying to contain your smile for the second time that night, before you nodded.

“I can’t have you dying on my watch. Now come on, let’s get out of here.” you said to him. You led him out of the back door, where you saw his car parked in the lot. You led him over to it, Brett leaning some of his weight on you. He felt fine now, but he relished in the feeling of you holding onto him, and he didn’t want it to disappear so soon. Once you got over to the car, you asked him,

“How are you feeling?”

“Better. I think it’s pretty much healed,” he responded.

“Are you going to be able to drive home?” you asked.

“Yeah I’ll be fine.” You nodded and let go of his waist, taking a step back.

“Promise me you’re going to be okay?” you asked one more time. You didn’t even realize what you said when it came out of your mouth, but you couldn’t take it back. You and Brett used to have a habit of saying ‘promise me…’ for even the smallest things, and it slipped out like a force of habit. Brett realized it too, and you swear you could see a hint of pink come up on his cheeks, but maybe you were just seeing things. 

“I promise. Hey,” he said, gesturing behind you. Liam and Mason were standing by Mason’s car and they seemed to be waiting on you. You nodded at them, before turning back around to Brett. 

“I’ll see you around?” Brett asked.

“Yeah,” you said with a soft smile, before turning around and walking towards the car. Liam had left the front seat open for you, and before you got in, something in you head told you to turn around. You turned back to look at Brett, and saw that he was already staring at you. He smiled at you, and you smiled back, both of you finally feeling like you were starting to patch up the brokenness that was your complicated relationship.

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[berriusagi]

Stomach Bug Ch3

Future Plans

Thank you everyone who’s reading this fic and enjoying it. It really means a lot that you guys like this fic so much.

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Everything settled down once Alfred stepped in the announce dinner, Jason was forced to relinquish Marinette so she could regain her footing and settle her stomach. Damian helped steady her as she took a few slow deep breaths to calm her stomach. Dick still much too animated, was herding the two youngest into the dining room where the table was filled with a large array of food plates set out and silverware pristine.

Damian helped her to a seat beside himself making sure she was comfortable before taking his seat much to the amusement of his family. “What?” he glared, catching his family all staring at him with a mix of glee and surprise.

“Oh nothing, just didn’t take you for a helicopter boyfriend.” Jason chuckled taking his seat and started to pile his plate full of Alfred’s amazing cooking.

“She’s pregnant, she should be careful.” Damian glared filling his and Marinette’s plate with all the vegetarian options he could find.

Marinette sighed softly watching Damian’s antics, a small smile on her face as he set her plate down in front of her, “Thank you Dami.” She whispered trying hard to ignore the three brothers across from her making exaggerated cooing and gagging noises at them

Bruce shook his head a fond smile on his face as everyone got their food and settled in to eat a comfortable silence falling over them as everyone enjoyed the meal. Of course, this is the Wayne household so silence never lasted long and it was Bruce to break it this time.

“So, Marinette why don’t you tell us a bit about yourself and you’re planning now that you’re pregnant, what do you plan to do for school?” Bruce asked sipping on some wine as he watched the two youngest.

“Schooling won’t be a problem. I was already doing online classes, so it won’t be a problem keeping up with my classes. As for the future I just want to do what is best for the baby and my future.” She smiled sipping on some water.

“And we’ll be there to help her out every step of the way,” Harley grinned, reaching over to ruffle Marinette’s hair.

“Of course, however, we should discuss her living arrangements.” Bruce nodded, setting his glass down pointedly ignoring his three eldest dramatically rolling their eyes and their comments of, ‘oh Christ’ and ‘he has to stop at some point.’

Harley just looked him in the eye and crossed her arms, “She will be living with her mothers, we can provide for her just fine Bruce. She should remain somewhere she is familiar with and comfortable so she doesn’t stress herself out.”

“I understand that, however, I’d very much like to get to know my son’s girlfriend and would like to know that she always has someone with her.” Bruce said eyeing both women at his table, “I don’t mean to sound rude but you two are well-known guests at Arkham.”

“Ivy and I haven’t gotten thrown into Arkham since we got Marigold,” Harley glared, getting to her feet, “And I don’t like your tone you are not just going to swoop in and take my daughter just because she’s carrying your grandchild Bruce. She is staying at home with us where we can help her and make sure she is happy and comfortable.”

“I don’t mean to insult Harley.” Bruce said, raising his hands in a calming manner, “I want what is best for her as much as you. We can get her a private doctor who won’t go to the press if they find out whose child she is carrying. We can watch over her in the event of you two having to handle up on other matters of less legal means.”

Tension filled the room as the kids watched Harley and Bruce go back and forth with their arguments and reasoning for why it would be best for Marinette to live with them as opposed to the other. Jason seemed greatly entertained enjoying the show while Dick seemed to want to play mediator trying to cut in but failing each time as they just grew louder. It wasn’t long until the room was filled with Bruce’s stern voice and Harley’s animated accented speech.

“Maman,” Marinette shouted, effectively shutting down the argument as Harley turned to look at Marinette, “Maybe we can compromise?” she asked a bit quietly.

Harley sighed, sitting down, and waved her hand signaling for Marinette to continue as she grabbed a roll biting into it as she waited for Marinette to say her piece.

Marinette took a moment to breathe and collect her thoughts before turning to look at Bruce, “Mr. Wayne, do you want me to live here?” she asked, getting his nod of confirmation, “Maman, and Mum you still want me to stay at home?” she added looking over at Harley and Ivy getting their nods as well.

She nodded, taking another moment, “How about we have a sort of… custody agreement?” she asked, trying to think of the proper words, “All my schoolwork and projects are at home and I don’t want to completely relocate this late in the year. I can still stay with my moms’ during the week and on the weekend I can stay here. On holidays all of us can come over and spend the break here.” She said looking between the adults, “That way I’m still with my moms and you all can still get to know me and you can keep your eyes on me since no one thinks I can function now that I’m pregnant.”

The adults fell into silence thinking the proposal over. Harley let out a sigh letting her head fall back in her seat, “I suppose it’ll do but if anything happens to you while you’re here we are locking you in your room away from Bruce.” She quickly threw in.

“And if either of you end up in Arkham then she’s being moved to the manor immediately.” Bruce tacked on staring the two women down.

“So… doesn’t everyone agree to the terms?” Marinette asked, looking between the two a bit warily as they continued to stare each other down.

“It’s a good compromise.” Ivy said putting a hand on Harley’s arm, “Right Bruce?”

“Yes it is,” Bruce nodded, finally tearing his eyes away from Harley to look at Marinette, “I’ll have Alfred prepare a room for you.”

Marinette nodded a soft smile on her face as the tension began to leave the room as everyone went back to quietly eating. Until Jason decided to cut in, “You met Demon Spawn through a pen pal assignment, right? How’d that go?”

Marinette giggled softly as Damian got this slightly pained look on his face at the mention of how they met. “I used to go to school in Paris, we had a pen pal assignment. We would send letters back and forth at first it was only for the assignment. I’ll admit I wasn’t aware he was from a well-known wealthy family and since it was just for school we didn’t share many personal details at the beginning.” She admitted.

“What was it that caused the snowball?” Damian asked, leaning back trying to remember.

“You mentioned in your letter that you were in the middle of a feud with your brothers because one of them threatened to eat Batcow and another hid Jerry the Turkey around Thanksgiving.” Marinette said giggling at the memory, “I was so confused that you had farm animals, and then the next letter you sent pictures of your animals. I still have them in an old photo album somewhere.”

“From there we just started talking more when the assignment was due to end she sent me her email and we continued to talk through that later it turned into video calls then we swapped numbers when she came to Gotham.” Damian finished pointedly ignoring his brothers looking at him as if he was a clone.

“Why did you move to Gotham?” Dick asked looking at Marinette a bit curious, “Not many people pick Gotham when they’re looking for new places to live.”

“I came to Gotham because that’s where my moms live. They adopted me a little over a year ago and I was flown out here once the adoption was all finished.” She said her formerly bright and happy smile fading away to a more somber one.

“You mentioned projects.” Jason quickly cut in drawing Marinette’s attention, “are they school projects or hobbies?”

“Oh, they’re commissions for an online store I have. I like to keep them in one spot part of why I don’t want to leave home just yet it’ll take a while to properly pack everything up so nothing is ruined.” She smiled a bit of her shine coming back, “I run a small online boutique and make clothing. The sweater and jeans I’m wearing I actually made. I don’t often buy premade clothing unless it’s to customize.”

Once the sudden round of questioning came to an end other conversations began to flow smoothly after that everyone taking turns to ask a question or to throw out an answer. The tension from the previous custody argument seemingly forgotten as the Wayne boys took turns trying to learn as much about Marinette as possible. However, Marinette made it a tad difficult for them to get any real personal information on her as she seemed to masterfully skirt around certain questions while making it seem like she wasn’t dodging the question.

If anyone noticed her doing so they didn’t comment on it. Soon the plates were cleared away and Alfred was coming out with a plate stacked with macarons of multiple colors and flavors. Alfred walked around and set down a few macarons on everyone’s plate before disappearing back into the kitchen with a few leftovers for him to enjoy. Everyone kindly thanked Marinette for bringing the dessert even though she didn’t have to as they each picked up their cookie to take a bite.

Soft chatter began to fill as the boys began complimenting Marinette on the macarons as they all enjoyed the sweet cookies. “These are delicious Marinette where did you learn to make them?” Dick asked his cheeks ballooned out like a chipmunk as he chewed.

Marinette giggled happiness filling her as everyone enjoying her dessert, “I grew up in a bakery most of my life so baking is just second nature at this point.” she smiled, “I usually make bread for the week on sundays so it’s one less thing we have to worry about getting at the store.” she added.

The Wayne boys nodded as they enjoyed the cookies and continued with their previous attempt of questioning Marinette though didn’t get very far once again. Marinette seemed to know how to handle questioning quite well to answer a question by not giving an answer at all and it didn’t even bother them.

All too soon dinner came to an end and the Isley-Quinzels had to leave so that Marinette could get to sleep for her classes in the morning. They all stood at the front door saying their good-byes and planning when best to drop Marinette off on the upcoming Friday. “We’ve also already found her an OB-GYN we’ll send over the information and when we have appointments settled we’ll be sure to notify you if we keep this doctor,” Ivy said as she pulled on her coat.

“You trust this doctor?” he asked looking at her as the boys were busy trying to say their good-byes to Marinette.

“We won’t know for sure until we’re in her office. Marinette is a good judge of character if she doesn’t trust the doctor then we won’t continue to go to them.” Ivy said as Marinette kissed Damian on the cheek before coming over to join them, “We’ll keep you informed on how everything goes but we won’t be able to set up an appointment until sometime next week.”

He nodded and opened the door for them, “You three have a safe night and I’ll see you on Friday Marinette.” Bruce smiled gently patting her back as she nodded following her mother’s out.

“Have a nice evening Mr. Wayne.” She smiled softly up at him as they all left heading down the stairs as Bruce closed the door and turned to face his sons. He let out a tired sigh watching as they all seemed to be ganging up on Damian trying to interrogate him about Marinette to learn as much as they could before Friday rolled around.

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