#when the daughters decide its time to go home they all panic because holy shit their clothes are gone

[a-plethora-of-midnight-roses]

Me: *reading a poem for class*

Poem: *References The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl*

Me: *ready to go apeshit because HOLY FUCK THERES MYTHOLOGY HERE I KNOW THIS*

Poem: haha lol ur not gonna say shit about those last three lines

Me: D:

#GOD DAMNIT THIS IS FRESHMAN YEAR HISTORY ALL OVER AGAIN #ykw fuck it im dumping here #So. There are these daughters of a goddess right. their job in heaven is to weave clouds and rainbows and shit #and they all decide to sneak out of heaven and go skinny dipping in a mountain pond #And a nearby cowherd hears the commotion and decides to steal all the girls clothes #when the daughters decide its time to go home they all panic because holy shit their clothes are gone #so one of them decides to get out and look for their clothes #the cowherd then reveals himself to her and states that he found their clothes and returns them #when they go back the girl is like ‘hey this guy found our clothes so y’all can leave but he say me naked so now we have to get married’ #and they do that but after awhile their mother realizes she’s gone and basically drags her up to heaven and grounds her #with no regard for her husband and kids #dick move i know #they try to meet up via the river in the sky (because mythology) but the mother finds out and separates them with a wide-ass wall of stars #so they are eternally separated (except on a certain Chinese holiday where magpies bridge the gap for them to cross) #also did i mention that weaver girl’s name translates almost directly to weaver girl and the cowherd’s name is almost directly cow herd #n e ways watch overly sarcastic productions they’ve got tons of this shit #midnight speaks #midnight swears

[cloudywriter]

a trip to target

rowaelin month - september 6th

prompt: firstborn arrives

i literally have no idea where this idea came from like it’s so weird but i think it’s funny so i just had to write it. honestly though pregnancy freaks me out a little so it was a little uncomfy to write at times but i pushed through and i like it. enjoy!

(warning for some minor language)

masterlist, AO3

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Rowan was working on one of his client's cases, a rather nasty divorce that he knew was going to be an absolute dumpster fire when his wife called him again. Rowan couldn’t help but smile a little at her name lighting up his phone screen but admittedly she was bothering him so much he barely got any work done nowadays. 

He picked up anyway, he’d never decline her. “Hey, Fireheart.”

“I’m bored, buzzard,” Aelin deadpanned. 

“I know, baby, but I’ll come home after my meeting later, I promise. Then we can watch Bachelor reruns all night and eat ice cream,” Rowan assured her, leaning back in his office chair. For some reason, all she wanted to do nowadays was watch bad reality tv and eat ice cream from the carton. As much as Rowan hated reality shows and wasn't keen on sweets he did anything to make her happy.

“That’s too far away, I’m rotting away on this couch,” Aelin whined. 

Aelin’s work had forced her on maternity leave a few days ago as she was due any day now with their first child, a little girl, and Aelin was not taking it well. She was the kind of person who liked to always be busy and now she had nothing to do but sit on the couch and wait for their child to decide she was ready to enter the world. She was constantly phoning Rowan seeking some form of entertainment but he was still working on this damn case. 

Rowan thought her restlessness had something to do with the fact she was terrified at the thought of giving birth and caring for a newborn. If she were distracted she wouldn’t have to think about the daunting task at hand. So, he did his best to keep her happy and preoccupied but he desperately needed to wrap up this case before his daughter arrived. He wanted to be there for every moment of the beginning of her life, he didn’t fancy any legal cases looming over his head vying for his attention as well. 

“I know, I’ll be home as soon as I can. Hang tight, my love.” 

Aelin huffed from the other end of the line. “I’m ready for her to be out, Rowan. This sucks.” 

Rowan stifled a laugh, he knew being pregnant had lost its charm a long time ago. At first, she enjoyed Rowan fetching anything she asked for and waiting on her, but then that started to get old, and Aelin's pregnancy symptoms made her miserable most of the time. So, the last couple of months hadn't been her favorite. 

“I’m ready to meet her too. Any second now.” 

“Okay, I’ll stop bothering you now," Aelin concluded. She likely finally found something on Netflix that piqued her interest. "Good luck with your meeting, I hope they settle. I love you,” Aelin told him. 

“I love you too, see you soon,” and with that, the call ended. Rowan looked out the window of his office, thinking. Maybe he could send someone to keep her company?

He ran through a list of their friends in his head. Elide, Aedion, and Lysandra were all working as far as he knew and didn’t want to ask them to leave their job to entertain Aelin. He thought of Lorcan, Connall, and Fenrys, they all worked for him so technically he could let them off. Except, Aelin didn’t particularly like Lorcan and he didn’t think Connall would be very keen on that arrangement either. Fenrys, though, Aelin and Fenrys were best of friends, a force of nature all on their own. 

So, Rowan rang his assistant requesting that Fenrys be sent to his office. Not much time passed before Fenrys was standing in the doorway, knocking lightly on its frame.

“What’s up?” He asked, plopping himself down on a chair opposite Rowan, making himself comfortable. 

“I have a favor to ask,” Rowan confessed. 

“A favor?” Fenrys raised an eyebrow, intrigued. 

“Can you go keep Aelin company while I’m trying to settle with the Westfalls?” Rowan probed. 

Fenrys frowned. “As much as I love Ace I can’t take a day off work to hang out with her. I have bills to pay and ladies to take out.” 

Rowan nearly groaned, fighting an internal battle with himself. “I’ll let you do it on the clock,” he finally spit out. 

“You’re going to pay me to go entertain your wife?” Fenrys looked bewildered. “I feel like is almost insulting to Aelin, you paying people to hang out with her. You’re the one she should be paying people to hang out with.”

Rowan rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s not like that. I feel bad because I know she’s struggling and I can’t be home right now. I don’t want her to have to be alone, just take her to Target or something.”

“Aelin’s a grown woman, can’t she take herself to Target?” Fenrys disputed. 

“Yes, but she’s a grown woman who’s nearing 40 weeks pregnant. I’d rather she have a chaperone,” Rowan admitted, before backtracking. “Don’t ever tell her I said that.” 

Fenrys looked amused as Rowan continued. “Are you really going to say no?” 

“Of course not, getting paid to go to Target with Aelin is a hell of a lot better than getting paid to do paperwork,” Fenrys conceded. 

Rowan blew a sigh of relief as Fenrys headed to go pick up Aelin. 

+++

Fenrys had successfully gotten Aelin to Target. It wasn’t a hard task to accomplish, the woman loved Target but Fenrys noticed she seemed rather uncomfortable and he asked her multiple times if she just wanted to stay home instead. Aelin always said no, pushing on with their trip. 

He supposed having a watermelon-sized bump on one’s front would cause a certain degree of discomfort, though. Naturally, the pair find themselves in the baby section, gushing over tiny onesies and shoes small enough to fit in the palm of their hands. Fenrys was swiping through a display of onesies, “Do you think they have any of those onesies that say like 'broken condom 'on them or something?” 

Aelin turned around from where she was staring at baby headbands. “You’re nasty. My daughter was not the result of a broken condom.” 

Fenrys made a face, “I don’t want to know.”

Aelin snorted and they continued their browsing making their way through every aisle that had anything remotely baby-related. By now, Fenrys noticed Aelin was growing increasingly uncomfortable, he could see her stamina slowing, and the difficulty walking was beginning to pose. 

Eventually, he shifted to face her as they browsed the small, dollar section at the front of the store. “Do you want to head home and get off your feet?” he finally proposed. 

“No,” Aelin responded without looking at him, picking up a small, fake succulent. “Walking is supposed to induce labor and that’s what I’m aiming for right now,” she stated, smoothing a hand over the front of her round stomach. 

Fenrys shrugged, picking up a pair of cheap fuzzy socks before throwing them back into their bin. 

He allowed Aelin to mill about the store, spending a healthy amount of time at the nightgown section before moving towards the back of the store. Aelin always said it wasn’t a trip to Target without going to the back and sniffing their extensive stockpile of candles. 

That’s exactly where they ended up. Fenrys had his nose stuck in a deep violet candle, making a face at its scent. He checked the label. Cosmic starlight. What the hell was that supposed to smell like? 

He turned to Aelin about to make her smell the atrocity when she braced herself against the shelf, putting down the candle she had been holding. Her mouth popped into an ‘o’ and her brow furrowed. 

“Aelin?” Fenrys reached out a hesitant hand placing it on her shoulder. 

Aelin breathed deeply, taking a moment to reply. “The baby must really hate the smell of sandalwood,” she finally vocalized. 

Fenrys’ dark eyes widened. “Did you just have a contraction?” 

“I think? It’s hard to tell if it was just a strong fake one or not,” Aelin panted eventually loosening her grip on the candle display shelf. 

Fenrys wasn’t taking any chances, if Rowan wanted him to deal with a woman going into labor he’d have to raise his pay significantly. “How about we get you home, Ace.” 

Aelin didn’t object, just nodded her agreement waddling towards the front of the store with Fenrys hovering around her like a fly. 

They made it out to the parking lot without any further incident and Fenrys helped Aelin into his low, expensive sports car that was his prized possession. Aelin’s face scrunched up then a sharp gasp left her mouth, her hand flying to her stomach. 

“I think squatting down trying to get into this thing just broke my water,” her eyes were wide with fear as she looked up at Fenrys. 

Fenrys face was comical, his own eyes widening like saucers and his mouth dropped. Sure enough, the bottom of her dress was wet. Fenrys was frozen for a second his mind completely emptied out, then the panic set in sending a million thoughts racing through his head. 

Fenrys audibly gulped, “Okay, um, I’m calling Rowan.” Fenrys grabbed his phone out of his pocket, fumbling with the device as he dialed Rowan’s contact, willing him to pick up. 

Fenrys leaned slightly against the open passenger door as the phone rang. “You’ve reached Rowan Whitethorn-Galathynius, I’m sorry I couldn’t answer your call, please leave a message and I’ll -.”

Fenrys hung up and groaned, rubbing his hand over his face. Beside him, Aelin whimpered. “Holy shit, that was not fake,” she groaned, her grip tightening on the seat beneath her.

“Oh, gods, Aelin, please don’t give birth in my Mercedes,” he begged. 

“Really, Fen?” She narrowed her eyes at him, she’d probably kick him in the groin if she wasn’t incapacitated. 

“You know I love you, but I don’t want baby juice on the leather.”

“Just call Rowan again,” Aelin growled. 

Fenrys did just that, silently pleading with the universe for Rowan to pick up his gods-damn phone. Relief washed over him as the call connected. 

“Fen, I’m in a meeting this better be worth my while,” Rowan whispered harshly, he hated to be interrupted at work by anyone except Aelin.

“Oh, I’m sorry, your wife’s water did just break but I guess I’ll call back later,” Fenrys spat, growing increasingly flustered by the minute. 

Fenrys heard a sharp intake of breath. “Fuck, shit, okay, where are you? I’m coming right now,” the jingle of keys filled Fenrys’ ear from Rowan's end of the call. 

As Fenrys surveyed his surrounding the urge to laugh crept upon him, he fought his smile as he replied, “The Target parking lot.”

Aelin watched the exchange closely cluing in on Fenrys’ suppressed laughter. “It’s not funny, Fen!”

“It’s a little funny. I mean if anyone was going to have a baby in a Target parking lot, it’d be you. Or Lysandra. One of you two.”

Aelin snatched the phone out of Fenrys’ hand, pressing it to her ear. “Rowan,” she panted, resting her head on the side of the car. 

Fenrys couldn’t hear much of what Rowan was saying, he spoke in a low voice trying to calm Aelin, assuring her he was coming and he loved her and she was okay. 

They were sickeningly in love, Fenrys would admit. 

“Okay, I love you too,” Aelin breathed, hanging up the phone and handing it back to Fenrys. 

Fenrys leaned against the side of the car as they awaited Rowan’s arrival. “Cross your legs, Ace. Remember, no baby juice in the car,” he reminded her, trying his best to keep her mind off of what was happening while they waited.

“Go to hell,” Aelin murmured in the midst of a contraction. Fenrys wasn’t sure what to do so he bent forward to rub Aelin’s shoulder in an attempt to do what, he wasn’t sure. Aelin didn't yell at him though so he rubbed circles on her shoulder as she clung onto the seat. 

Rowan showed up only a few minutes later, tearing into the parking lot like a bat out of hell, so at odds with his usual slow and steady driving style. He jumped out of the car, his tie loosened around his neck as he rushed to Aelin’s side. 

He kneeled down next to the open car door, picking up her hand and brushing away the stray blonde strands of hair from her splotchy face. “I’m here, Fireheart. How far apart are your contractions?”

“I don’t know,” Aelin hissed. “Okay, okay, let’s just get you in the car and to the hospital,” Rowan decided, supporting Aelin as she eased out of the car, leaning heavily upon him. 

Fenrys and Rowan successfully got Aelin into the passenger seat of his car, Rowan buckled her in and continued whispering words of love and support. Rowan rounded the car and hopped into the driver's side ready to book it to the hospital when one of the back doors opened and Fenrys slid in. 

“What the hell are you doing?” Rowan asked, shifting in his seat to look back at Fenrys. 

“I’m coming, obviously. I’m about to be an uncle,” Fenrys stated clearly. 

Rowan internally debated with himself on whether to kick Fen out of the car or not but ultimately decided he needed to prioritize Aelin, if Fen wants to tag along then fine. 

The ride to the hospital was tense, Rowan held Aelin’s hand across the center console, kissing the back of it and consoling her. Fenrys felt as though he was intruding but he refused to miss the birth of his niece. 

Of course, once they were admitted to the hospital Fenrys was kicked to the waiting room while Rowan supported Aelin through the duration of her labor. 

It progressed surprisingly quickly after her water broke, it was only a few hours later when a nurse told Fen he could come see the baby. 

Fenrys pushed open the door to the room softly and peered in. On the bed was Aelin, her golden hair a fan around her and despite the traumatizing ordeal she was glowing. A small baby was wrapped up in a blanket, laying in Aelin’s arms. Rowan was at her side, peering down at the bundle in her arms with so much love Fenrys felt as though he should look away. The new parents were already smitten with their little human, running their fingers over her cheek. 

Aelin perked up as Fenrys stepped into the room. She ushered him over and he too inspected the baby. She was so small, sleeping contently in her mother’s arms. Fen thought she had Rowan’s nose and he could see wisps of blonde hair from beneath her wool beanie. 

“Is her name Target? Or Bullseye like the dog?” Fenrys quipped with a playful smile. 

Aelin rolled her eyes as he interrupted the tender, intimate moment and shoved his shoulder with a shocking amount of strength for a woman who’d just pushed a whole baby out. 

“No,” Rowan answered, his eyes not leaving Aelin or the baby, “Her name is Elora.”

“Elora,” Fenrys repeated. “She’s beautiful, Aelin.”

Aelin gave him a soft smile and Elora yawned, her little eyes fluttering open. She gazed up at Fenrys with eyes the color of a pine forest. 

Fenrys beamed at the small girl and he liked to think she almost smiled back.

~~~

kinda leaning on the side of an aelin and fenrys brotp fic but i couldn’t not publish it, it’s so cute.  it’s not as fluffy as i’d like it to be but it was supposed to be more funny, nonetheless, i have more rowaelin baby content planned that is very fluffy. 

#rowaelin #aelin x rowan #rowan x aelin #rowaelin fanfiction #rowaelin fanfic #rowan whitethorn #aelin ashryver galathynius #aelin #fenrys moonbeam #throne of glass #throne of glass fanfiction #rowaelin au #rowaelin month

[dragonheart-swtor]

Imperial Agent Storyline: Drunk History Version

Since people really seemed to like the last one! Y’all’s collective wish is my command. Spoilers for the Imperial Agent storyline, obviously. Enjoy!

- so you start out with your agent on Hutta, a little polluted slimeball of a world that literally everyone but the Hutts canonically hates. there's lore but we're going to ignore it. the important thing is that you're here to con a Hutt, always a dangerous gambit, into working with/for the Empire.

- you sneak into a corner to space facetime your boss, a guy we only ever know as Keeper because Intelligence is weird about names. sneaking into corners to facetime people is a repeating theme throughout the story.

- you are informed that you've already got a cover story set up, and you'll be posing as an infamous pirate called the Red Blade who'll be able to get in close to the Hutt in question, whose name I've forgotten. Nethro or Nefro or something.

- "wait, what about the actual Red Blade," you ask your boss, probably

- "he's halfway across the galaxy, you don't need to worry about him," your boss replies, in a textbook example of what we in the writing business call “foreshadowing”

- (spoiler alert: you need to worry about him)

- but we won't worry about that for now. bada bing bada boom, you stroll on into the Hutt's place. you are immediately confronted by a guy who, shock and horror, actually knows the real Red Blade and knows you ain't him. (one would think that all-seeing Intelligence would have known about him, but nuance.) this is a problem for a number of obvious reasons.

- your options are as follows: bribe him, kill him, or sleep with him. (this is also something of a recurring theme throughout the story.) whatever option you take, he's dealt with. (yes, this is the man eris fucked five minutes into her storyline.)

- (I didn’t want to pay him money, leave me alone.)

- anyway, the mission progresses smoothly. meet the Hutt, do some jobs for the Hutt, betray the Hutt's right hand and stab him in the back right after convincing him you were friends, invade the Hutt's rival's palace, McMurder the Hutt's rival, you know. your average day at the office

- most of the way through, the Hutt's other right hand starts to be suspicious about you. this is Kaliyo Djannis, and she will be Plot Relevant™.

- by which I mean she shortly thereafter walks in on you facetiming your boss and gets hired by Intelligence to help out for gods know what reason. welcome to your first companion

- (or possibly you walk in on her facetiming your boss in your room, I.. don't remember, honestly. something like that.)

- anyway one Hutt is dead the other is working with us bada bing bada boom this is going great and hey remember when I said you needed to worry about that guy you're impersonating this whole time? yeah, about that,

- so the real actual Red Blade comes sailing in to Hutta and Intelligence immediately calls you up like "hey, hate to bother you, but your cover's about to get blown in a big way and we need you to murder the guy whose identity you've stolen before he can expose you.” 

- "so, just like that training mission last week. gotcha, boss, no problem."

- murder time™

- congration you done it! go home to Dromund Kaas.

- "You're on Imperial soil now, agent. Welcome home." [nonhuman Agent immediately experiences 27492738957 microaggressions] (this joke isn’t mine, for the record)

- first off, Intelligence HQ has a bomb aesthetic, as does the entire Empire in general

- second off, you do walk in on your boss talking to - by which I mean "being given a speech by" - a Dark Lord, which is less than optimal for a number of reasons, first and foremost that speeches by Dark Lords of the Sith quite often immediately precede someone getting killed

- said Dark Lord is one Darth Jadus, who will proceed to be a thorn in your side for approximately the next three hours of gameplay

- (don't worry, after that three hours you'll get a worse thorn)

- Darth Jadus decides he likes you and declares you "his" agent, which you immediately get the gist is about the worst thing that can happen to an Intelligence agent from the way everyone around you treats you like you've just had a ticking bomb strapped to your back for the rest of this meeting

- you're sent on a handful of missions, including one to the Dark Temple which, you know, Force-deaf people aren't supposed to be in, but Jadus Does Not Care

- Jadus calls you into his office at one point and tells you he's going to do some ritual to bind you to his service or something, it's not really clear, but it's clearly Not Optional and also terrifying in concept

- now, quick sidebar. there are basically two paths to take here: one where you suck up to the Sith and treat them with the utmost care and respect and fear like you're kind of supposed to, and one where you mouth off at every opportunity. Eris is mortally terrified of Sith, so she just kind of.. submitted knowing she was going to die if she didn't.

- my second run, however, was just a "hey how bad can I fuck this up" character because I already knew the story.

- I decided to mouth off to Jadus at every opportunity, including adamantly refusing this ritual.

- "What can he do to me?" I asked the person I was playing with. "I'm the protagonist! It's not like he can kill me!"

- Jadus: *kills me*

- me:

- (mechanically, anyway; story-wise I'm sure he just. put her on the brink of death. but mechanically speaking he literally actually did kill my toon)

- (this should be a warning for exactly how much this storyline is willing to put its usually-heavily-plot-armored protagonist through.)

- anyway.

-  do some missions, blah blah blah, Sith possession in the Dark Temple, blah blah blah, you know the drill

-  well, turns out Jadus is going on tour with several hundred Imperial civilians, military, and Sith, allegedly all hand chosen, to share his ~vision for the Empire~. that's all well and good, whatever I gue-

- sorry what do you mean his ship exploded

- what do you mean a member of the Dark Council just blew up in orbit

- cue Kill Bill sirens

- Panic! At The Intelligence HQ

- this throws everything into chaos; not only was Jadus more directly involved in Intelligence, but he was a Dark Councilor so now there's a massive power vacuum

- the Sith who ends up filling this power vacuum? Jadus's daughter, Darth Zhorrid.

- remember when I said you'd have a bigger thorn in your side after Jadus?

- so yeah. so Zhorrid is, for lack of a better word, fucking terrifying

- she's sadistic and completely careless of others' lives or wellbeing and oh yeah she also instantly latches onto you even harder than her father did and demands you find his killer

- a lot of your meetings with her aren't really plot-relevant so I'll sum them all up here:

- Zhorrid was horribly abused by Jadus, completely broken. She tells you a story about how she used to sing, and her father hired a tutor, then had her sing at a Kaas City performance until her throat was so damaged she could never sing again. He tore every scrap of joy out of her life, completely failed to teach her what she needed to know to survive the rigors of the Dark Council, and instilled every ounce of hatred, sadism, and complete lack of pity he could in her.

- She kills people for no reason other than a whim, because she was listening to a Sith opera and the aria was "very moving" (an actual literal thing that happens).

- She acts like a complete spoiled brat child. At one point the other Dark Councilors literally beat and torture her, presumably for this reason because she's insufferable and arrogant and way out of her depth, and she cries to you about it

- If you’re like me, your response to all this is basically “cool motive, still murder”

- I have sidetracked  very hard. where was I

- so you spend a while trying to hunt down the people who blew up Jadus's ship. There's a bunch of rebels, you hunt them down, they've got biotech weapons called Eradicators set up to destroy cities on multiple planets, skippity skip to the big reveal

- Jadus is alive, and he organized the whole thing so he'd be able to remake the Empire into the image he wanted. He tortured and enslaved the survivors of the Dominator's destruction

- Jadus gives you a whole speech about how fear is a gift to be shared and "Through victory my chains are broken" but there must be chains to break and blah blah blah holy shit this man is genocidal

- you have three choices: join him for real, pretend to join him so you can sabotage his ship and then kill him (at the cost of hundreds of thousands of Imperial lives), or refuse outright and save those hundreds of thousands of lives but Jadus escapes (and you know he's allegedly likely to return and do even worse damage later).

- (Quick sidebar again, for those who haven’t played it: Eris chose the second option and has nightmares about it for the rest of her life. It's actually extremely haunting in-game - as you're running through Jadus's ship to sabotage it as fast as possible, you can hear the distress calls from various colonies and planets being attacked, the screams of the dying that you doomed. It's horrifying.)

- so yeah there’s really no winning that situation but hey! at least Chapter One’s over. surely in Chapter Two things can’t get worse.

- Chapter Two: Things Get Worse

- there's this guy, Ardun Kothe, an SIS agent. he's a huge threat for some reason I don't remember. you're supposed to infiltrate the SIS to get close to and eventually kill him. not an easy job, but okay, we can do this.

- Intelligence sets up the meeting; months ago they sent the first word to Kothe that there was an Intelligence agent ready to turn and they've been building up from there, sending him a steady stream of information

- enter Hunter, aka the worst bastard in this entire storyline and that is an achievement. He's the one you meet first on Nar Shaddaa.

- you do some missions for the SIS, whatever, it's not important. You finally get to meet the rest of the team - and Ardun Kothe.

- Kothe wants to speak alone, which is p typical tbh. He expresses some doubts, which you assuage as best you can; he gives you your code name: Legate. It's from a form of sabbac, he explains, you'll have to play with him sometime.

- (It is difficult for me to make what happens next funny instead of horrifying, so forgive me if the tone changes a bit here.)

- Everything is going fine.

- "I'm sorry about this, Legate."

- What?

- "Keyword: onomatophobia. Engage Thesh protocols, phase one."

- Everything is not fine.

- You black out and have an extremely rude awakening.

- So it turns out whatever happened with Jadus, the Dark Council decided you were too dangerous (usually for doing your job too fuckin well) and that you needed to be leashed. So not you have mind control programming in your brain, and anyone who has your keyword can take complete and unequivocal control of your body. this is, in a word, not great.

- (This is, as I mentioned, actually extremely horrifying. You have dialogue options and they don’t change what you actually say. You have an opportunity to shoot Kothe and even if you try to select it nothing happens. But we’re not here for the horror take (not today, anyway) so let’s just This Is Fine that and move on)

- Tl;dr you can’t harm Kothe or any members of his team, you’re forced to obey anyone who has your keyword, and this wouldn’t be that much of a problem because we’ll just tell Watcher Two what’s happened and oh wait you can’t tell anyone about your programming either. well, shit.

- You go on to work double agent, like it was planned, with this new, uh. twist

- about a third of the way through the chapter, your mind kind of cracks and you start having hallucinations - seeing things you know can't be real during a holocall, passing out in the middle of your ship and waking up in medbay.

- After that, a new voice lives in your head! Watcher X, someone you either killed or let flee on Nar Shaddaa, has sort of joined the party. Is he an AI in the spinal implant the real Watcher X gave you? is he a figment of your broken mind trying to process its situation? Who knows! Not you! either way, this is not optimal but at least he seems to be being helpful this time

- so anyway we should probably try and figure out how to undo this programming bc Intelligence is being Wholly Unhelpful

- (ASAP, please, especially with how horrible Hunter acts toward you - let’s go with “uncomfortably leery,” which I promise is generous.)

- by the way, your companions still have no idea what’s going on during all this, although they try to be varying levels of supportive (thank you vector I love you bug husband)

- Good news! The Intelligence Archive almost definitely has information on what they did to you and how to fix it. Bad news! You’re definitely not authorized to look that up and crashing the power mainframe to make sure they don’t see you do it sends the security droids after you. whoops.

- Good news! There’s a way to fix you. Bad news! You have to make and inject yourself with a still-kinda-experimental cocktail of chemicals and it may or may not give you permanent brain damage. it’s fine. this is fine.

- also it takes a while to kick in which is Less Than Optimal and by the time it finally does you’ve just been left with a binding order to stay and guard the door on what is, for you, a suicide mission. there’s some incentive to “break your chains” for ya.

- You fight and kill Kothe. Who, shock and awe! is an ex-Jedi! this was in no way painfully obvious by how he kept talking about “sensing” things, I’m sure. definitely not.

- Hunter escapes, because of fuckin course he does. Hunter, who suddenly seems far more in control of everything than he had before. Hunter, who knows far more than he should. Hunter, who ends up leading you to a much, much larger conspiracy.

- End Chapter 2.

- Hate to disappoint, but Chapter 3 is honestly the least interesting to me personally, so this’ll be brief compared to the previous chapters

- You spend a lot of time hunting down this much larger conspiracy, including Hunter specifically. There's a lot of betrayal and secret reveals. (It's not tedious by any stretch of the imagination, but the story beats definitely don't stick in my head as well as the first two chapters, even after two playthroughs.)

- you go to Voss and, in order to get into a Voss-only archive, get married to a person you just met before almost immediately leaving the planet (and your new spouse) behind. this is never mentioned again.

- you get hold of a holorecording from the Star Cabal, the big conspiracy. problem: the holorecording contains a trap for the brain-enhanced Watchers, and now half of Intelligence is in a vegetative state. this is not optimal.

- partially as a result of this, Intelligence basically gets dissolved, which is Not Great because it puts you right under the thumb of yet another asshole Sith lord

- the Watchers are recovering, though, so that’s something. Watcher Two, now Keeper (the old Keeper got promoted), contacts you so you can keep working on this Star Cabal thing.

- you get intentionally captured so the Star Cabal can torture you and you can “break” and give them false information to lead them into a trap. you are immediately afterward expected to get back to work like nothing happened. this is never mentioned again.

- You track the Star Cabal to their base, way out in the Unknown Regions iirc, and infiltrate it during a meeting of the top agents.

- murder time 2: electric boogaloo (well, more like murder time 45, to be honest, but shh it’s fine)

- You fight the Star Cabal guys, chase Hunter through the whole place, and finally corner him.

- (Salt warning ahead on my part for the next story beat, if you can call it that.)

- Hunter, when beaten, reveals what I personally think is the most bullshit stupid reveal in the entire game: he is actually a she, and has been using a stealth field generator (or something similar) to change his/her appearance the entire time. There are multiple interpretations of this - "he's trans" is my least favorite, sorry-not-sorry, because a) it's pretty clear she still considers herself a woman and Hunter is just a convenient persona, and also b) a clearly predatory man is absolutely horrid representation as far as playing into harmful stereotypes about trans people, thanks. Personally, my rather cynical interpretation is that they wanted one more shock value reveal at the end of the storyline and I guess couldn't come up with anything better. It's my least favorite thing in the whole IA storyline.

- anyway, that's not really important. I just needed to be mad about it for a minute. ignore me. moving on

- The important part is this: what you gain from the Star Cabal's base is an item called the Black Codex, an ancient piece of technology with the power to erase all records of a person's existence.

- Unless you are very stubborn about it the Agent’s reaction to this is basically “oh thank fuck I’m freeeeeeeeee” and you fly off into the hyperspace sunset with your crew, giving middle fingers to the Sith whose grip you’re escaping all the way. which, really, who can blame you.

And that’s the Imperial Agent storyline, folks. Roll credits. I’ll probably do the Bounty Hunter storyline next while it’s still fresh in my mind, but I could also do the Sith Warrior storyline probably if y’all’re more interested, vote now on your phones.

#unfortunately I don’t remember jack shit from the Jedi Knight storyline #so until i finish replaying it y'all're just gonna have to hold your horses on that one #swtor #imperial agent #drunk history swtor #i have the original much more serious version of me summarizing that first scene with kothe in drafts btw #should anyone want to see it #it's the version where i actually tried to get across to someone who'd never played the game the absolute horror of that scene #and was; i think; fairly successful #the notes on the sith inquisitor post have finally slowed down so i think it's time to post this one

[happysoldlady]

Returning Home - Happy Lowman

Request by @recklesslonelyblond : I wanted to request an imagine Happy x Reader where the reader is showing up after years in Charming and have a kid and it’s Happy’s but he don’t know about her/him because he cut off his relations with Reader in rude way and that’s why she left. Thank you! 

Coming back to Charming was a decision you had made in the heat of a very lonely moment and the longer you sat inside your car outside of the Teller-Morrow Garage, the more it seemed like that decision was the wrong one. 

You glanced in the rearview mirror to check on your son, who had just turned five. It had been five whole years since you and Happy decided to go your separate ways. You and Happy were together for years, but the last two were the worst. The tears, the arguing...you realized that to fight with Happy about who he was, was to also ignore all the parts of him that made him great. You can’t only love parts of someone, and expect to be happy with them.

But looking back now, it all seems pretty moot. Happy never treated you badly. He never left you unsatisfied. He always made sure you had whatever you needed, and that you were safe. Sitting in front of TM now, with a boiling pit of panic in the bottom of your stomach, you can’t seem to remember why exactly you left in the first place.

You reach down to put the car in reverse, when there’s a knock on your window. It’s Tig, staring at you expectantly. You smile, get out of the car and step into your friend’s embrace.

“Hey, doll. What are you doing in town?” Tig’s words ease your anxiety.

“Well, I needed an oil change.” You tease, and grin. Tig smiles and then his eyes fall onto your sleeping son in the backseat of your car. His gaze slowly finds its way back to yours and he look at you, and I mean really looks at you.

“Who’s the kid?” He asks, but you can tell by the way he’s looking at you that he already knows. Your best friend, who you left to deal with the loss of his daughter on his own. The one man in TM, who prayed that you and Happy would work it out. Now staring at you in disbelief, hoping that his eyes are deceiving him.

You knew that there was no way out of this. Ethan looked just like his father, and no matter how far you ran, whenever you looked at him, Happy is all you could see. And the guilt? Well, frankly, it was eating you alive.

“This is Ethan.” You choke out, your nerves getting the better of you. “Ethan Alexander.” You say pointedly.

Tig tilts his head and looks back and forth between the two of you before he smiles and then hugs you again.

“Well I’m sure we’d all love to meet him.”

The next twenty minutes are the most anxious you think you’ve ever been. You wake your son in the back seat and hold tightly to his hand as you walk toward the newly remodeled clubhouse. The closer you get, the more concerned you are that you don’t see anyone in a Son cut that you recognize.

“Where is everyone?” You ask Tig as you stroll.

Tig glances down at your son and then shakes his head. “A lot’s happened since you left sweetheart.”

When Tig opens up the door, and allows you to walk through, the first eyes you land on are the dark brown irises of the man you left all those years ago. And when he glances down at the small child clinging to your thigh, you swear that they almost turn black.

“Holy mother of god. Y/N?” You’d recongize that Scottish accent anywhere. Chib’s arms are warm and familiar.

“Hi.” You breathe out, giving him a warm smile.

“And who’s this little guy?” Chibs asks, his eyes lighting up.

Ethan, chewing on his bottom lip, looks up at Chibs and then up at you.

You smile and say. “This is Ethan. My son.”

Chibs looks at you for a minute, like he’s trying to figure out what the hell you just said and then snaps out of it. “Well, son, I’m Chibs. You thirsty? I’m sure we’ve got a juice box in the fridge?”

Ethan looks at Chibs, and then up at you, again. You smile and encourage him.

He cautiously takes Chibs’ hand and as they’re walking to the kitchen, you hear him ask “do you have any chocolate milk?”

When they’re out of ear shot, you turn your attention back on Happy, who is looking at you like he can’t believe you’re standing in front of him.

“Happy, I-“

“What do you need? Money?” Happy asks, his eyes ablaze.

His words awaken something inside of you that’s been dormant for such a long time that you didn’t even know you still had it in you.

You let out a frustrated huff of air and then march over to him.

“No, I don’t need money.” You take a breath and look at him and then say, “I thought you deserved to meet your son.”

“Fives years after you had him.” Happy quips.

“No, I just-“

“You just what?” Happy asks, testing you. “You thought you could stroll back in here after five years and that I would take you both in like nothing happened? You fucking left.”

His words sting. Mostly because you’re pretty sure they’re the most he’s ever said at once.

“I know that I have some explaining to do. And I don’t expect anything from you. But Ethan, he’s just a kid.” You say. “A kid who’s father isn’t dead or out lost in the world. He deserves the chance to know you. And you deserve the chance to know him.”

Happy glares into you, but when the doors of the kitchen swing up, you see him physically soften when he lays eyes on the boy that looks almost exactly like him. He glances back at you, and you can tell he’s at a loss of what he’s supposed to do, or say.

“He’s a good kid. He’s smart, and loving. And ya know, he loves motorcycles.” You say to Happy, shrugging.

Happy’s eyebrows furrow and then he lets out a breath. He gives you one last disappointed look, and then strolls over to greet his son.

“Hi.” You watch as Ethan gauges Happy, but then you figure that he finds something familiar about him because he stands up and offers him a drink of his chocolate milk. And even though you know that you may never fix things with Happy, you know that you made the right choice in allowing Ethan the chance to have a relationship with his father.

Tig strolls up to you and slings amp arm around your shoulder as you watch the man you loved so long ago and the small boy that owns every part of your heart bond over motorcycles.

“He’ll come around.” Tig says, giving you a serious look. “Hap doesn’t show it well, but he still gives a shit.”

You know that Tig’s words are true. Somewhere inside of Happy, he still cares about you. Enough to let you walk into his safe place after you walked out of his life without a second glance. Enough to open himself up to his son. Enough to let you breathe in the same space as him.

“I don’t know if he will or not.” You say. “But I’m thankful to be welcomed back like this by the rest of you.”

Tig squeezes your shoulder. “This was your home too. We needed a reminder of that.”

You aren’t quite sure what his words mean, and you aren’t quite where the rest of SAMCRO is, but you do know that part of what he said is the absolute truth.

This is your home.

#sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagines #soa #soa imagines #happy lowman #tig trager #chibs telford #happy x reader

[friiday-thirteenth]

guys im bored hear abt how i broke my arm. TW for broken bones, dissassociation, vomiting, drugs and needles. Also this is like. Therapy. Idk.

weird thing about it was that i was feeling intense happiness, because I’d just confirmed my classes for the next year and i was jsut. Really happy.

So i did this little twirly thing??? idk. Anyway, my ankle went out under my, i put my hand back and crack.

I know there was a definite seperation between the before and after of this. Like, the adrenaline made it feel like I was aware of everything.

After I fell, and after the crack, I stood up fast. I didn’t realise my wrist was fucked until I saw it - and it wasn’t a compound fracture, the skin was still unbroken. But it looked fucking nasty. It was supposed to be held straight, but the wrist was shifted.... up. And it was floppy, but I could control it if I wanted to be in immense amounts of pain.

I started walking over to my P.E. teacher. I said his name once, really loudly - and then he didn’t hear me, so I kept walking. I was cradling my wrist against my body at this point, and I just needed to move. It helped distract from my pain at that point.

When I reached him and he saw my wrist he was like fuck. He didn’t say it, but I could see it, and he said, “ Okay, we need to get you to the sickbay and call your parents.”

Okay, this happened before that when I was walking over. One of the people who was around me had walked beside me and was asking questions, and I straight up said, “Ruby, if you don’t walk away right now, I will either scream or burst into tears and scream, please go away.” I couldn’t handle anyone being near me.

Then when we were walking off the turf (where we were doing P.E. that day, as opposed to the gym.) one of the guys saw my arm and was like holy shit and I’m 99% sure I just looked at him with a really worried look. My face was going white I’m pretty sure, which is weird because I’m naturally flushed quite a lot of the time.

We had to walk up stairs. That fucking sucked. The pain was fine whenever it wasn’t jolting me, and we were walking fast, so you can imagine how I was trying to be very careful.

I’m 99% sure I was terrified that I was going to tip over again, and that would’ve hurt. I was just focusing on staying on my feet.

We got to the office/sickbay and they sat me down. I made myself get my retainer out of my mouth because it was.... foreign. I was going to - I’d say have a panic attack, but I’m not sure that’s the correct name for it - do something bad if I kept it in, because there was something already wrong with me and I just couldn’t handle it.

Also I asked if I could swear. Like, “Um, would it be okay if I, uh, swore?” and the person in there with me looked at me like wtf child and said i could.

Later, one of the teachers who’d walked by told me that they had no idea I had that filthy a mouth on me. Swearing helped a lot.

They made me put my wrist in this makeshift sling thing, which made me want to fucking cry. They sent someone to get my bag, and I told them to leave as soon as they’d gotten it, because I couldn’t handle any of my peers seeing my like that. probably because I felt extremely vulnerable.

I never swore at anyone. I can remember not wanting to, because I didn’t feel that they deserved it? Like, I didn’t want to take my pain out on them. Very strange.

They didn’t give me any panadol or nuramol or nurofen (pretty sure that isn’t how you spell it but eh). I can remember that, because they said that it might react badly to whatever drugs they gave me in the hospital.

When my mum got there, we went over to the car and I put my seatbelt on myself bc im independant like that, before I rolled my head back and scream-said to my mother to hurry up please I feel like I’m dying. Because she was talking to my teacher.

At that point I was being a melodramatic shit, because my pain level I think? was a four, unless I moved my arm, then it jolted into a six.

Anyway. I sung/murmured hamilton songs really fast as we drove the like, five minutes to the hospital because that helped distract me from the pain.

When we got to the hospital and the emergency room, we ended up waiting like 20 minutes which were all hell. My dad came at one point and I told mum he needed to leave because I couldn’t handle having him there. Not for any bad reasons, just that I fucking hated dealing with people and if I had to deal with him I’d cry.

I didn’t cry at any point during this, which was weird. I didn’t like that.

Someone gave me two panadol or something, which didn’t help in the least. They got mum to fill out an acc form - I can remember her asking me things. The pain was bad, like a constant throbbing that was there. I’m pretty sure I started not being there at some point during the time I was waiting. It was easier than dealing with it all, because there were people staring at me and my arm and I wanted to scream at them because none of them were as bad as me and why the fuck are you staring at me.

Anyway. When the nurse came - she was really nice - she got me into a room and to sit on a bed, and then we waited for what was maybe half an hour? There was an old guy dying or nearly dying in the room beside mine and I felt like.... weird because of it. It didn’t feel right, that he was dying.

When they got me a doctor - after me scaring the shit out of a nurse who I thought was a doctor  (i still cringe at the memory) - he ws really nice. He was wearing a haiwaiian shirt and was supposed to be going home, and I was quite lucky that they’d caught him as he was leaving.

They got me on some nitrous oxide to calm me down, or to take the pain away.

Now here’s where thigns get a little less linear, I think.

I can’t remember when they put the I.V. in, whether it was before or after the x-ray. The x-ray was hell, because they made me put my munted arm flat on the cold surface of whatever the fuck they were using for the xray. I had dropped the nitrous oxide tube thingy out of my mouth at that point.

The nitrous oxide was nice. It made me feel tired, and when the dude stuck the needle in my arm and then put the I.V. in, I didn’t care about it. I hadn’t been worried before, perse, just uncomfortable because of the whole broken wrist dealie.

Anyway. X-rays. They said I’d broken the tip off my radius. Then the I.V. Then they got an anathesiologist to come in and explain what was going to happen to me.

This whole time they’d explain exactly what they were going to do, because I asked. A lot. I needed to know what was happening so that then I would know what was going on and that was jus tme reiterating what I’d just said ahaha

Anyway. He explained the options, and in the end they decided to give me ketamine.

For those who don’t know, ketamine is a horse tranquilizer. Its also fucking nasty, coming back up from it.

Mum signed a waiver stating that the hospital wasn’t responsible if I died or something.

This was because, as they explained, ketamine shuts off a part of the brain. If too much of it is used, then you die because it shuts off your breathing, your heart, etc. They had shit that would stop that, if anything bad happened. They put electrodes on me at one point. At least, I think that’s what they were called.

They also might’ve upped the dosage, because what could’ve happened was that they fucked up setting my arm the first time, and they had to cut it out and redo it. If they’d redone it, I’d’ve had to go into theatre.

The whole time this was happening I was terrified I was going to out myself to my mum. I have an odd track record of saying weird shit randomly while I’m in pain.

Ketamine also takes you into a dreamland, which is why drug addicts can get addicted. You basically lucid dream, but way more intensely than normal, if you’ve ever ahd a lucid dream. Or it can take you into an absolutely hellish nightmare scape, if you aren’t thinking good things when you go under.

I had neither. I didn’t even know I’d gone under. What happpened was that they put the ketamine in the I.V., and a minute late I was out.

It felt like blinking. When I opened my eyes, it was like in movies where they blink and its a new scene each time.

Blink. They were moving me to the x-ray. My head ached. My eyes wouldn’t focus. Someone was talking about their car.

Blink. They were moving my arm.

Blink. They were moving me back to the room I’d been in.

Every time I moved my head, it just. It was on another side. I couldn’t focus my eyes for three quarters of an hour. I felt tired, and sleepy, and like shit.

Thye got me to sit up at one point. I nearly vomited. They gave me a pill. It was chalky and the taste was nasty.

When they got me to move from the bed to a chair, I vomited.

I hadn’t eaten for longer than six hours, at that point. It was bile coming up. It burnt my throat. I couldn’t stop.

When I forced myself to breathe again and stop vomiting, they gave me water and left me for a minute. They had people they needed to get in the room, I think, so I was trying to move. They got me into a chair in a bit that was in between the x-ray room and where I’d been. Mum talked with someone else who was there with her daughter.

The cast was big and white, because of the type of break. It was heavy and they put me in a sling when I left. I was able to walk straight. They’d been concerned I wouldn’t be. I’m pretty sure I thanked everyone who’d helped, if I saw them.

Mum took me to get subway. Then we went home.

My sibling had broken their arm around about a year and two weeks before I’d broken mine. Their’s had been the two bones in their lower arm. They’d had to go into theatre for it and have trauma around it. My parents won’t get them to go to therapy and they won’t go willingly

When I got home, they had a panic attack or some shit and started screaming at me when I was short at them. Fuck them for that.

I went into a room and started messaging my friends. i videocalled them and showed them my arm. i was acting all stupid and weird about it by being really silly and stuff. I didn’t feel like any of it was happening, even though I knew it was. At some point I found out I had the electrode thingies still on me. I pulled them off.

People were so concerned about me, it was weird. I ended up responding to them individually as opposed to not. Someone thought that it was a joke and that everyone was lying about it. I gave them a play-by-play and they believed it then.

Even weeks after it happened, it still felt vaguely not real. The first time I cried about it was seven days after, when I tried and failed to make homemade macaroni and cheese.

I learnt that the chunk of bone beside the wrist - the one down at the top of the ulna - had completely seperated from the rest of the bone.

All the wrist bones and muscles had pulled back, which was my wrist had been so weird.

Everyone who helped me was really nice. I’m glad that they were nice, because I got told later about doctors who were bitches and were in the emergency department. Also got told that ketamine was really fucking weird for them to be giving me.

I got prescribed Tramadol. Mum and dad wouldn’t let me take any of it. my sibling had been prescribed it when they’d broken their arm. they’d taken it. Apparently tramadol can put you in a depressive state.

i don’t know what would’ve happened to me if I’d taken it at that point. even before the arm my head was in a bad place. I’m better now though.

I pushed through the pain on panadol.

I broke my arm on a friday. saturday, sunday, I spent at home. Monday I went to school. Felt like passing out at some point.

Yeah, that’s basically what happened when I broke my arm

#i needed to type it out idk why #rant #this wasn't traumatic but it was #idk man #this happened last year and i just. My left wrist is now still the crunchiest part fo my body.

[myheroacademiashorts]

May i request a oneshot with Shouta Aizawa and a male hero reader, please? They have a surrogate baby daughter together(Shouta being the donor) and they find out that her quirk is like Shouta's but not quite the same thing, you can can decide what kind of quirk it is, I'd love to see what you come up with!

Thank you for the prompt! It was so cute and interesting to write, since this was my first time writing for and BNHA character in the position of a parent. Hope you enjoy! (Also if you couldn’t tell, I never know how to end my writing so if the ending seems awkward, IM SO SORRY)

Title: Just Like Dad

Pairing: Dad!Aizawa Shouta x Male Reader

Rating: Fluff! 

Words: 1,735

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“Honey, I’m home!” Your tone was playful - you knew how much your husband hated the mushy pet names you cursed him with - as you stepped into your house. It was raining outside, pouring buckets as you shook out your umbrella and tucked it away inside of the closet, along with your dripping coat. It was silent, which would’ve been normal if only Shouta were here, but your daughter was much more lively. “Shouta?” You called out once more, bending down to take off your rain boots and place them neatly beside your family’s tidied shoes. “Kara?”

“In here.”

A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you stepped further into the house, immediately noticing Shouta’s dark hair peeking up from the couch. He turned to you slightly, dark eyes trailing over your figure, and he offered you a soft smile. “Welcome home.” He said and you stepped forward to place a tender kiss to his forehead. He smelled like vanilla and whiskey.

“Where’s our little troublemaker?” You teased, and answered your own question as you glanced down to see your 4-year-old daughter nestled in Shouta’s lap. She was sleeping softly, eyes closed as she snuggled further into her father’s side. “That’s weird. She isn’t one to typically nap.” And she wasn’t; even though she had been from a surrogate, with Shouta being the donor, she acted very unlike the brooding man. While he was quiet and moody, Kara was more like a firecracker.

Shouta sighed, moving the papers he had been grading to instead lay a hand on the young girl’s head. “I’m worried she’s coming down with something. She’s been sleeping since coming back from school.” At that, your eyebrows jumped up. Kara hated nap, and instead usually spent the remainder of the day running around the house, littering her toys in every room possible.

You rounded the couch and sat beside your husband, wedging your daughter between the two of you and gently shaking her awake. “Kara? Sweetie, wake up.” You said slowly, and groggily she blinked her eyes open after a few seconds. Even though she didn’t have the personality of your husband, she ended up looking like a carbon copy of Shouta, with the unruly black hair and dark eyes. You ran your fingers through her hair at that moment, then pressed your hand to her forehead. “Are you feeling okay? Daddy says you’ve been sleeping a lot.”

Kara yawned, then set her sights to you. “Mhm. Just tired.” She said, and yawned once more. You smiled slightly, because her action reminded you of Shouta, and went back to playing with her hair. “Oh, yeah? Did you have a busy day at school?”

“Not really. All we did was color, and I was tired then too!” Her voice was returning to a level of its usual lively manor, but her words did little to ease your worries. Her forehead didn’t feel warm, so she didn’t have a fever. You furrowed your brows.

“Do you hurt anywhere?” Your growing panic was evident in your voice, and Aizawa rested a soothing hand on your arm.

“No, I feel okay.”

You turned to your husband, frown deepening. “Should we take her to the hospital? Maybe Urgent Care? I’m pretty sure I have a friend on duty tonight, let me try calling her.” You fumbled for your phone from your pocket, scrolling through the contacts with shaking hands and wide eyes. You stood from your seat, picking up Kara and holding her closely. The phone rang for a moment, pushed up against your ear, before quickly sounding off the mechanical voice asking to leave a message. “Damn.” You muttered under your breath, mind whirling at what to do as you tried to calm yourself by grasping Kara. You still considered yourself a new parent, and just the thought of your toddler falling ill made your stomach churn. “Shouta, she didn’t pick up. Maybe we should…”

You trailed off, turning around to look at your husband only to see him with shocked eyes and jaw unhinged. “Shouta? What’s wrong?” You loosened your grip on your daughter, and that’s when you felt it; the tingling.

You looked down at her daugher, dark eyes brightened to a familiar red as an array of glitter began to swirl around her small body, and eventually your own. Now you were the one gaping at her, silent as you watched everything unfold in front of you. Even her hair was beginning to lift; not as drastically as Shouta’s, but enough to notice. “What in the…”

“She… She erased your quirk with that dust.”

“She did what?”

You snapped your attention to your husband, eyes still widened as the glitter began to disappear into thin air. While Shouta had the quirk “erasure”, you had one called “fairy”; the name was pretty self-explanatory. You could conjure up a pair of transparent wings at will or in great distress, as well as use a type of fog to cause a mind fuzz to your enemies. It wasn’t a very violent quirk, so instead of going into hero work like your husband, you had decided to follow a different route as a psychological investigator, using your quirk to weaken one’s mind and dig the truth from it.

“Well, your wings began to come together, but then Kara… She just made them disappear. I saw it.” Shouta stood up, hurrying over to you and forgetting all about his U.A. student’s papers as he tucked his daughter to his side. “Her eyes changed, and there was some strange glitter before… Before she just erased your quirk.” She was beginning to doze off again, and finally you understood. You used to have similar drawbacks when you first got your quirk, a lot of people did, and now it made much more sense on why she was so exhausted all day.

“Oh my god.” You said, the answer finally dawning on you as an excited smile overtook your frown. “She got her quirk! Holy shit, Shouta!” The dark haired man shot you a warning look at the use of your curse, but you didn’t pay attention to it. Instead, you were bubbling. Your daughter finally got her quirk, and while only part of it seemed to be derived from her father and the other from her surrogate, presumably, you wanted to scream out in joy.

“Oh my god! We’ve got to go get her tested, and make sure everything is okay… Check the extent of her new quirk, how it’ll affect her body. Oh, Shouta, this is the best day ever.” You were blabbering, and tears were beginning to roll down your cheeks. Shouta fully took Kara from you, where she mumbled slightly before falling back to sleep, and used his free hand to grasp your own with a grin.

“Our baby is growing up a lot faster than we thought, huh?” He muttered, more to himself than to you as he looked down at the child in his arms. Kara snored quiety against his chest, snuggling deeper into his warmth as you tried your best to cease your sniffles. “Let’s get her into bed. It’s around that time, anyways.” You didn’t verbally reply, instead nodding your head as you trailed behind him and into Kara’s small bedroom. The walls were painted a bright green, most of her toys still littering the floor as Aizawa carefully maneuvered his way past each one. Kara didn’t even stir when she was tucked into her bed, deep in sleep as her father tucked her in. For a moment, the two of you stood beside one another, staring down at the sleeping form of your daughter with nothing but adoration, before you sighed.

“… I love you, Aizawa.” You murmured, leaning into your husband’s side and resting your head on his shoulder, eyes still trained on the sleeping form of Kara as her chest gently rose and fell with each breath. You could feel Aizawa staring at you, and waited a few seconds before swinging your eyes to his own. You saw nothing but love and adoration in his dark eyes, and with a growing smile he grabbed your chin and forced your face upwards, lips hovering over your own. You could smell his breath, a mix of mint toothpaste and the whiskey he had been carefully sipping on earlier, as well as the cologne that still clung to his clothes. You took a deep breath.

“I love you too.” His voice was low, and before a grin could completely overtake, his lips descended on your own. It was a sweet kind of kiss, not full of the clash of teeth and tongues with hands tangled in one another’s hair - although you loved those kisses just as much. One of his hands winded around your waist, squeezing at the skin that hid there, and you pulled back with a giggle. “C’mon, let’s not wake her up. Plus, I know you didn’t finish grading those assignments.”

At that, the dark-haired man groaned, only prompting another grin from you as you shushed him. The two of you left the room, a lingering look at Kara before you gently closed the door with a barely audible click and moving to the couch. “You’re really going to make me do it?” Aizawa said playfully, a fake glare sent in your direction as you shoved him back in his original seat.

“Yup! Or else.”

Aizawa snorted, picking up the pen and handful of papers he had set down moments before. “Scary.” He teased, and you whacked him lightly on the side of the head. Then, just as quickly, you peppered him with kisses. “How about this? Finish grading, and tomorrow we can all go to a cat cafe together. I got the day off.”

He brightened, face noticeably filling with excitement at the idea of sitting with cats all day. “You drive a hard bargain, love…” He sighed dramatically, then resumed his grading with new vigor. “But it looks like I’ll have to accept.”

“… After we take Kara to the doctor’s, of course.”

“I knew it wouldn’t be as simple as you said.”

You didn’t answer, instead placing a final kiss to the man’s hair and disappearing into the kitchen, a grin glued to your face. It had been a good day, indeed, and you couldn’t wait to see what was in store for your family next.

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[davieslandon]

Discord Thread || Landon&Jaycee

Discord thread featuring: Landon & @jayceelynd

When: sometime after Jaycee find out she’s pregnant then timeskip to April 4th  

Mentions: @romanbeckett @aaronhart93 @quentindelancret

Description: Jaycee tells Landon she’s pregnant and that the baby is his; timeskip: Jaycee gives birth to Baby Sebastian Beau Davies on Easter Day, with Landon by her side.

Trigger Warnings: accidental pregnancy, mentions of morning sickness, talks of labour, breastfeeding

Jaycee.

Jaycee had take five tests so far and went to the drugstore to to buy five more on her way to Landons house. Elle was at school so they’d have time to discuss this and figure things out. Jaycee loved Landon to pieces and he has been the best friend a girl could dream of. Picking on one another with mean come backs, with nothing but love for one another behind the remarks. Truth is, she’d take a bullet for Landon and Elle, and the fact that she was pregnant with someone she cared for and knew was a great dad. It comforted her, even though her nerves were a mess as she knocked on his door. Why didn’t she think it was weird she hasn’t had her period in four months, and her boobs have plumped up more than than usual. With her water bottle she walked in and grabbed Landons hand, her cheeks flushed from the cold air outside. “Landon, I’m sorry to rush over here. I just. I really really need to talk to you..” she turned around and the see through grocery bag showed the test, and a urine specimen cup to use the tests in. It was visible she was nervous and scared, as she furrowed her brow trying to read him. “I um.. Can we go to your bathroom?” She needed to sit down and talk but she’d drank so much water to retest for him, she was about to burst. Besides, they’ve both seen one another naked multiple times from the show they were on to recently a few months back. 

LANDON

One of the benefits of being a journalist was the opportunity to work from home. It made things easier back when Elle wasn’t going to school yet and the habit stuck around, even once his daughter got older. He was much more likely to get some work done in the comfort of his own home with no one around to distract him than he was at the office. A knock at the door brought him out of his working zone and he got up with a sigh. When he saw Jaycee on the other side of the door, his confusion only grew. His friend knew that he usually spent the time Elle was at school working and didn’t interrupt him so the fact that she was here right now, looking frazzled...it worried him. “What’s going o-“ His words cut off when he noticed what was in her grocery bag. Those were pregnancy tests. Landon felt his stomach drop to his feet and he stared at Jaycee with wide eyes. She didn’t even need to say anything for him to come to his own conclusions because why else would she come to his place with pregnancy tests? In a daze, he followed Jaycee to his he bathroom, feeling completely caught off guard. When he saw her take one of the tests out of the bag, Landon finally managed to get his mouth working again. “You’re pregnant?”

Jaycee.

Jaycee couldn’t hold it, and nodded for him to follow her to the bathroom. Deciding the leave the door open so he could talk and watch her do the tests correctly. “I have taken fivw tests already that say I am pregnant, and I have five more to double check. Landon I don’t get it..” after collecting a sample to dip the tests in, she cleaned herself up then washed her hands. It wasn’t that she’d think Landon wouldn’t believe her, she herself didn’t believe it. It has to be fluke or something. “And I’m pretty sure when we got snowed in is when we got pregnant.” She licked her lips, it was obvious she was scared and nervous of just telling him. Walking towards his bathroom, sitting down as soon as she pulled her pants down. Grabbing the cup to capture what she needed for the other tests as well and finished cleaning up. Standing with her hands on the counter as she took in a deep slow breath through her nostrils, taking the tests she divided them up to be opened by them both. Jay laid the dipped tests on its box. “I want to keep this baby, are you okay with that.?” She asked him with panicked eyes, trying to stay strong.

LANDON

Landon knew that the next tests Jaycee was planning on taking would only confirm what the others said. With five tests saying that his friend was pregnant, how could it be a false positive? It was pretty much impossible but he also knew that wasn't the right thing to say right now, not when Jaycee looked so nervous already. This was pretty similar to what he'd gone through with his sister six years ago. The disbelief that this could actually happen and the fear over what it would mean. Only this time he was the father and not just a concerned brother. Jaycee also wasn't the only one in disbelief. How could he have let this happen? Whenever someone asked him if he was planning on having more children his answer was always the same. Maybe in the future. Landon still remembered the conversation he had with Alison when she was thinking of giving Des a little sibling. He understood the reasoning behind it but he wasn't ready. For six years, he raised Elle on his own. He had help from his family and friends but it was different than having a partner to share the experience with. Landon always said that the next time he did it, it would be with someone he was in love with and wanted to spend his life with. And most importantly planned. And now here they are. He shook himself out of his thoughts at Jaycee's question and nodded. Having adopted his sister's baby, there was no way that he was going to be against keeping his own. "Of course I'm okay with that, and I'm going to be involved and present. I promise."

Jaycee.

Her hip rested against the sink countertop, with her arms crossed under her newly swollen chest. Should have been her first sign because she’s never been big up top. “I know you will, and knew you would. You’re a great father and I know this baby wasn’t planned. But he or she never could be a mistake. I was told it’s probably be impossible to be a mom, and you know it’s something that bothered me..” picking at her full bottom lip as her eyes showing how she zoned out, knowing and feeling he’ll be someone co parenting could be so easy with. “I’m just thankful it’s yours, and someone I trust. And you know I’m going to always love Elle as mine as well. And she can still come stay over to visit with her brother or sister while it’s my time. I would encourage it.. I’m rambling cause I’m so nervous, holy shit Lan..” she cupped her hands over her nose and mouth as she softly cried. “What if I’m horrible like my mom with my own child.. Don’t let me be my mom, please..” she shrugged softly and opened her arms needing to be held and he could probably use some comfort as well. “I have an appointment later today if you want to go. I’m okay with Elle go if you’re okay with it. They’ll be doing an ultrasound.. And hearing the heartbeat.” Her voice chokes up a bit at the thought of hearing something she prayed to one day hear.

LANDON

Even though this was very unexpected and not exactly what Landon had planned for the moment, he would never even think about referring to his child as a mistake. He was just grateful that at least it was with Jaycee. They might not be together like that, especially after he came out as gay, but they did love each other. She was always there for him, whether that was a shoulder to cry on or someone to help him with Elle. And he knew for a fact that she would be a great mother who would love their child unconditionally. Landon was quick to pull Jaycee in for a hug when she started crying, murmuring comforting words in her ear. “You could never be a horrible mum Jay, no way. You treat Elle like your own and you know she loves her cool aunt to pieces. This is something you’ve always wanted but thought you couldn’t have...this baby is going to be so loved and you’re going to be a great mum.” What he was saying was also a way of comforting himself. He went from planning on going back to college for his masters to finding out he was going to be a dad again. It wasn’t something easy to wrap his head around. “I’ll be there”, he reassured. “But I’ll try and find someone to look after Elle while we’re there. I need to wrap my head around it myself before I tell her about it. And you know that once Elle finds out she’s going to be a big sister she won’t keep the secret for very long.”

Jaycee.

Jaycee wanted to comfort him as well, knowing he had to be feeling some form of panic. Using her hands to rub his back, while she looked down at the tests that were all boldly positive. “Thank you, that means a lot. And you know if you still want to get your masters then go for it. I got Elle when you need me to.” Jaycee would have offered that regardless, because she loves that little girl to pieces. Laughing softly at agreeing needing to wrap their heads around the news. “I still can’t believe I’m pregnant.” Her eyes shined a bit from when she was crying, but she was beaming with a bright smile. “Well I guess after the appointment we can discuss different announcement looks. If you want to stay ahead of Miss Elle.” Smirking until her stomach growled causing her to laugh. “I can’t wait to eat after my appointment. I have to fast for blood work.” Scrunching her freckled nose as she playfully pouted.

LANDON

Landon knew that he could count on Jaycee to have his back, just like he would always have her back. She was being serious when she offered him to look after both Elle and the baby so he could get his masters done like he planned before all this happened. He just wasn’t sure he could do it now. When Elle was a baby and during the first years of her life before starting school, Landon was always around. He was present for all the big accomplishments like her first word and her first step. There was nothing he feared more than the baby not getting the same attention from him that Elle got. What if he was at a lecture that he couldn’t get out of while his child was learning how to walk? No, he would hate himself forever if that were to happen but he also didn’t want to make Jaycee feel guilty so he just smiled. “You’re the best, thank you.” Landon wasn’t expecting his day to turn into such a rollercoaster of emotions and it was finally setting in...he was going to be a dad again. Talk of announcements brought Landon out of his reverie. Shit. He was going to have to tell Roman and Aaron about this. They didn’t deserve to find out from some announcement on social media. After the appointment I promise to take you to McDonald’s or something”, he chuckled, hearing the way her stomach was growling.

Jaycee.

Leaning against the sink counter she just dazed out looking at the test, then down at her flat stomach. Brows furrowed as she thought how this was going to go, praying she didn’t disappoint herself or Landon in being a mother. Turning to her side she raised her sweater that was baggy over her plum colored yoga pants, looking from the mirror to her stomach and yeah she was bloating but she thought it was going to be a painful period. Tiniest little bump was evident but only if you really knew how small Jaycee was. “Hey I’ll take McDonald’s. Chocolate shake sounds really good right now.” She spoke while she dropped her sweater, blushing a bit. Probably looking like a weirdo looking at her stomach, or thinking she’ll freak out over gaining weight. And to be honest she was a little, but she’s stronger and would never ruin a chance to be a mom. “Are you okay?” She asked him in a soft tone, knowing she just fastened a seatbelt to a crazy ride for him. “I know it’s a lot.. I am still not sure if it’s true and probably won’t until the doctors appointment.” She pulled the ends of her sweater to bunch them up into her fisted hands as she laughed softly.

LANDON

Landon looked on as his friend lifted her sweater and looked down at her stomach. This might not be the first time Landon found himself about to raise a child, but it was a completely different situation then it was with Elle. With Elle it was a completely different experience because his sister was the one who was pregnant and she never showed any interest in being the one to raise her. As much as he loves his sister, Landon never quite managed to figure out how she kept herself so detached from the situation and from the baby growing inside her. Once Elle was born, his sister signed over her custody to him and took on the role of fun aunt without a second thought. It wasn’t going to be the same this time as Jaycee was obviously going to be a very big part and it left Landon wondering about what he should be doing. Was he supposed to act like a doting father to me to his partner even though he and Jaycee weren’t together? Hopefully he would get more than enough time to come to figure it out and get used to the idea. “Yeah I’m fine. It’s just...quite a situation and unexpected. This isn’t how I thought I’d have my second child but it is what it is.” He knew the chances that more than five pregnancy tests were wrong were slim but he didn’t say anything. If that thought reassured Jaycee, then he wasn’t about to ruin it.

Jaycee.

”It’s not how I’d picture having my first child. Neither of us planned this, and some how or some way we will figure it out. We’re friends before anything and Elle and this Baby  comes first.” She didn’t know what to expect, but she was definitely trying to hide she was upset. Holy hormones! Walking out of the bathroom after she cleaned up the mess she had made. Disinfecting the counter top was the least she could do, for getting upset and causing a scene. Uncrossing her arms from under her chest she held her hands up and looked up at him. “I’m sorry, that’s now the right way to speak to you. I don’t doubt you want to be in this babies life, and I know you’d want to be part of everything. So if you want to discuss living arrangements we can. I’d have my own room of course, and we can decorate both nurseries. Yours first, like I said earlier. I’m just repeating myself, yeah?” She pressed two fingers to each temple and massaged. “I just believe you and I could make this work. I don’t expect you to want to be with me just because. And I trust you’re not going to bring just anyone into our child’s life, unless you trusted them. Because I’ve seen you with Elle, so in a way maybe it was meant to happen this way. I can’t think of my baby as a mistake.. I know that much..” she laughed softly, before placing her hand to her neck to massage it. Her other hand going to her mouth as she yawned. “Sorry, I’m just so tired. I think I’m going to take a vacation as we figure things out, and my body adjusts to these hormones.”

LANDON

Landon wasn’t sure what he said to upset Jaycee. He was supportive and had every intention of helping raise this baby, but he didn’t think he could be blamed for being shocked. It’s not like they planned this and now all of a sudden he found himself about to become a dad again. He was caught off guard but Landon also knew that saying all that would just make things worse if his friend was already upset with him. So while he would usually argue at being talked to like that, he knew that keeping calm was key right now so he just tried his best to smile. “Exactly, Elle and the baby come first. I’m glad we’re in agreement.” If there was something he wouldn’t settle for was for his daughter to be made to feel like lesser to the baby but he knew that Jaycee would never do that. She loved Elle too much. “We will make this work and I’m going to be with you every step of the way. And you know that I don’t bring just anyone around Elle so I’ll do the same with our baby. I never said this baby was a mistake Jay, no child of mine could ever be a mistake. All I said was that it was unexpected and you can’t really tell me it wasn’t. That doesn’t mean I’m...upset about it, or anything like that.” Landon wished there was something he could say that would help the girl feel a little better about it all, but he wasn’t sure what that was. “We’re going to be okay...I promise.” 

Jaycee.

Hearing him out and speaking she felt like such an ass, Landon of all people. Someone she’s known for years and knew very well would never feel how her fears were screaming at her. Sitting on the end of his bed she sighed softly, before catching herself yawn. Placing her hands to her face as she shook her head, apologizing. “Lan..” she looked up at him with pure apologetic eyes, tears threatening to fall. “I’m so sorry if I was mean, holy shit what was that?” She gasped with her hand on her chest, trying to calm herself down a bit. Taking in slow breaths, before exhaling slower to relax her anxiety of the day. “I know all of that and I know you know Elle is just as equal to me. I think I just panicked and wanted you to know everything.” Two single tears fell from each eye as she sniffled a bit, while she looked down at her hands bunched up in her oversized sweater. “You know know..” she looked up smiling softly. “Elle is going to be the best big sister there is..” she imagined her excitement in wanting to hold her sibling for the first time, was something she’d be sure to catch not only for Landon but it’s a memory she wants for herself too. Using her sweater as she cleared her face up, she walked up to her friend and just hugged him. She needed it and she trusted his promises. “Did you know morning sickness is NOT morning sickness? I’d like to slap whoever came up with that term.” She tried to joke as she looked up at her sweet friend, now father of their child. Together, their family will no doubt be filled with laughter and fun. “I am hoping peppermint yeah I got will help, but then I get such heartburn after drinking it.” She laughed softly. 

LANDON

Landon didn’t hold it personally. When his sister was pregnant with Elle, he lost count of how many times she was close to snapping his head off over an innocent comment he made which she took personally. It was all part of the experience and the joys of being around a pregnant woman. Not that he was about to tell Jaycee that, he valued his life thank you very much. So he just smiled and shrugged good naturedly, which only turned more sympathetic when he noticed that she was crying. “Hey, it’s okay”, he mumbled, squeezing her comfortingly. “I’ve got thick skin and I know better than to get insulted over something like that.” If there was one thing he was grateful for, it was that he wouldn’t have to ever experience morning sickness himself. It was no secret that the name was very misleading and it wasn’t only experienced in the morning. “My sister used to swear by ginger tea and saltines. If you’re lucky, it might even help you avoid getting heartburn. Although I wouldn’t blame you if you don’t want to try, ginger tea’s disgusting.” 

Jaycee.

Nodding her head, sniffling as he assured her it was okay. “I just, I wouldn’t ever talk to you like that. I know we’re both mentally freaking out and that’s okay..” Jay scrunched her nose at the idea of ginger tea, but she’d try anything natural and safe. It was dangerous to have morning sickness so much. Not only for her and the baby, but her past as well. Thankfully she’s strong and has a powerful group surrounding her, reminding her they’re her family. “I will give any a try, maybe pick some up after the appointment?” She asked with a soft tone,smiling. Reaching for her pink water bottle the entire dance crew had, she took a sip of water. Drinking her water as if she’d been dying of thirst, without being messy. “I swear I go through double waters bottles a day now.” She laughed softly, trying to stay hydrated with morning sickness was important and she’s always been self conscious of what she puts in her body. “You know I have nausea meds from when I.. well you know the past. And Google says they’re safe. But, this might be the only child I ever get a chance to carry and I’m just so protective already. Besides I’d want your opinion on anything like that too.” She spoke with her hands, her phone went off and she saw it was and email making her smile. She opened it and saw the head shots for the girls came in and showed him. “Those two are going to keep us all stressed. They’re so precious.” She leans in to look at them again. “Elle and Destiny’s head shots will be the models of dance for the studio. So when you walk in there’s my girls.” Her eyes lit up as she spoke about the girls and the dance academy. 

LANDON

“It’s okay, really...I know it’s a stressful time for both of us.” Landon wasn’t about to take it personally. This was a shock for both of them but he couldn’t even begin to imagine what it was like for Jaycee, finding yourself pregnant after being sure that wouldn’t ever happen for you...that wasn’t something Landon could ever relate to. So he was going to do anything he could to help out and make the experience a little more bearable, even if it meant buying shitty ginger tea that was never ever going to drink himself and keeping it in his cupboard. He could understand her feeling of protectiveness towards the baby. Having just found out about the baby’s existence, he already felt like he loved them so he couldn’t even imagine what it felt like for Jaycee. But he wasn’t about to force his friend to feel like shit over an opinion that he wasn’t really entitled to anyways. After all, he wasn’t the one suffering from constant nausea. “Maybe check with the doctor while we’re at the appointment to make sure? If you get their go ahead then I don’t see why you shouldn’t take them, especially if they help you out”, he reasoned. Landon looked at the photos on Jaycee’s phone, a fond smile on his face. He loved those two girls with all his heart and it was heartwarming to see Jaycee love them just as much. This is what he meant when he said his friends in Kingsboro were like his family. “They’re going to get really big heads if you keep spoiling them like that.” The smile on his face made it obvious he was only teasing though. 

Jaycee.

Leaning her head against his shoulder, instant calm at how assuring he was. He always calmed her nerves in the craziest of situations. She was so nervous joining the show with him and Aaron but Landon was just so easy to get along with, with her at least. Anyone was to say otherwise she’d ask them what they did, no Landon. “Yeah I’ll ask the doctor, cause I’m scared I’d the ginger tea tastes as bad as you say it does. It won’t help me.” She giggled softly as she saw his face light up looking at the girls, those two ruled their world and they knew it. “They already know they control our lives, and we just added to it.” She bumped his shoulder playfully, before putting her phone in her back pocket. “I just want them to always be confident in themselves, not just their beauty. So I was adamant on them shooting while doing their leaps and warm ups. Of course they had to be little divas. But those head shots are basically for you and Landon. I’m just proud.” She smirked, shrugging her shoulders. Placing the flat of her hand her upper stomach as she felt a cold flush run over her, then got really hot. Holding her other hand to her mouth she walked fast to the bathroom and rushed before she threw up on his floor. Her long hair to the side, hoping none got in the toilet, (thankfully none did cause ew) she flushed it and rested her cheek on the cold porcelain and closed her eyes. “I’m surprised I lasted as long as I did before that happened..” she tried to joke, but wasn’t completely sure if she wasn’t going to sick again. 

————Time Skip ————

Jaycee.

After being woken up at 3 am with her water breaking. She was so scared but Landon had been the best coach she could have ever asked for. From feeding her ice chips, to using a cool washcloth on her forehead to keep her cool. When they got there she was dilated to a five and they gave her an epidural as soon as she was in their room. It was going so fast she never let go of his hand until they were able to sleep for a few hours before it was time to push. And it was as if it all was a blur once they placed their son on her chest, Jaycee looked up at Landon crying in a sweaty tired mess. “He’s here.. he’s so beautiful.. Hey so you’re the little dude that kicked all the time” she leaned her head against Landons smiling, but tired from all the pushing. They took him to weigh him and make sure he was all good before handing him to Landon, bundled up. It was a moment she’ll never forget, watch him take in his son. “He looks so much like you.” She was still a crying mess, but she laughed. The baby wrapping his tiny hand around Landons finger, as he pouted a bit.

LANDON

It was almost like time stopped having any meaning from the moment he got the text from Jaycee at 3am, who he thought was sleeping in the other room, to tell him her waters broke. From getting dressed, to texting everyone that the baby was coming so Elle wouldn’t be left sleeping on her own, it wasn’t hard to believe that he completely lost track of time. The benefit of having to drive to the hospital so early in the morning was that the usual Kingsboro traffic was pretty much non-existent and pretty soon they were being admitted to their private room. With Jaycee being dilated to five, Landon encouraged her to get some sleep after the epidural was administered. It was going to be a very tiring process and his friend needed all the sleep she could get. The plan wasn’t for him to fall asleep as well, sitting in the chair next to the bed and holding Jaycee’s hand but having not gotten any sleep at all before getting the girl’s text, and rushing around to get everything for the unexpected labour, maybe it wasn’t that surprising that he ended up drifting off for a few hours as well. Landon tried his best to be supportive to Jaycee throughout the labour. He fed her ice chips to make sure she didn’t get dehydrated and cooled her face down with a washcloth every time it seemed like it was getting to be too much. The situation was completely different than when his sister gave birth to Elle but one thing that was exactly the same was the helplessness he felt at seeing someone he cared about going through so much pain in order to bring to life his child. All he could do was to be a supportive and encouraging presence for Jaycee. The emotions that went through him as soon as his son was born and placed on Jaycee’s chest was indescribable. That was his boy. His son. It was both surreal and one of the most beautiful moments of his life. “Look at him”, he whispered, in awe at the sight in front of him.

One of his biggest worries after finding out about Jaycee’s pregnancy was that he would never be able to love his son as much as he loved Elle. How was it possible, when Elle was his whole world and had been for six years? It seemed impossible to think that he could hold so much love in his heart. It wasn’t something he ever told Jaycee because he didn’t want to worry her and was glad he didn’t. Because the moment the nurse handed him his son to hold, all bundled up and a small finger wrapped around his, Landon was hooked. It’s true what people say, the moment another child is born your heart grows a little more to make space for another. His baby was barely a few minutes long and Landon already felt like he would do anything for him. “Hey Baby S”, he cooed, tears streaming down his face and yet still able to make reference to the joke him and Jaycee had going on. He walked closer to the bed and sat down so that Jaycee would be able to get a closer look at their son. “Look angel, that’s mummy.” 

Jaycee.

Look at him, and the way he just kept looking at his dad was enough to bring more tears. Jay was exhausted and honestly wouldn’t have made it through without how he comforted her. After they got her fixed up and comfortably resting on an ice pack, thankful that she was still numb. The doctor congratulated Landon and handed him a pack of cigars, as they let them know the lactation nurse would be in soon. Scooting over so he could sit better the best she could. “Hey my sweet little miracle, look at you.” She cooed, sniffling. The moment he was on her chest, Jaycee was so helplessly in love with their son. Looking into Landons eyes, both of them a teary mess, her chin trembled. “Thank you for giving me the best gift there is.” Her voice broke, her eyes filled with so much love and joy. Watching her best friend hold their son was something else. Jaycees eyes were heavy as the days of not sleeping weighed on her, but she was trying so hard to fight it. “I can’t stop staring at him, he’s.. Perfect. Our little Easter Bunny.” She ran the tip of her pointer finger over his nose. “He is definitely playing by his own rules, already.” She joked sleepily as the lactation nurse came in, and helped Jaycee learn how to hold him right and he latched right away. The nurse gushing how amazing he was doing and that she wasn’t even needed. Of course Jaycees heart swelled when she said that, but she just watched him in awe. Bonding even more over feeding him, gently caressing his head. “I love you so much, every breath I take is for you. I will love you beyond my last breath.” Tears still flowing, as she laughed a bit. Still in awe and shock he was in her arms, nursing. Once he was done and she was able to burp him, handing him back to his daddy. “You ready to go see daddy again, I know he can’t get enough of you either.” She felt so happy and drowsy. “If I fall asleep I’m sorry in advance.” She joked knowing better.

LANDON

This was one of the most emotional moments of Landon’s life so he couldn’t even begin to imagine what it felt like for Jaycee. His friend thought she’d never get to have something like this and now here they were, looking down at their son. Jaycee was right in calling him their little miracle. “Thank you”, he said, voice breaking as he got emotional again. If someone had told him a year ago that he would be here, looking at his son with Jaycee right there with him, he would have laughed. Now he couldn’t imagine his life any other way. Landon watched with a fond smile as Jaycee fed their son and then took him back in his arms once he was done. “I can’t believe you’re even apologising. You literally just gave birth Jay, I’d be worried if you weren’t sleeping”, he said, although his eyes barely left their baby’s face. “Get some sleep love, we’ll be right here when you wake up.” 

Jaycee.

Jaycee couldn’t say anything when he thanked her back, all she could do was nod as she choked up. The baby was making the cutest noises as he stretched and yawned. “I think he thinks it’s nap time too, look at you taking all the credit.” She joked, leaning over to kiss their son on his head, as a tear slid down her cheek. “You should get some sleep too, lord knows I’m not big enough for this bed to take it all up. If you decide to chill with him in your arms and watch tv you won’t bother me.” She a assured him, turning on her side to face them but giving him enough room to be able to lay on his side or back. Not even remembering when she fell asleep for a good four hours before she popped her eyes opened, looking around. And smiled when she saw the baby resting on Landons chest and they’re out. The nurse came to check on her and the baby quietly helping her to the bathroom. About 30 minutes passes when she emerges showered in her nursing gown she got with its matching floral robe, and fluffy slippers, feeling more alert and fresh. Gently crawling into the bed, wincing a bit.

#disord #thread #c: jaycee #tw: pregnancy #tw: accidental pregnancy #tw: morning sickness #tw: labour #tw: breastfeeding

[withyounct]

What’s wrong kid? (2)

Reader x Single dad!Jaehyun

Genre: Fluff

Words: 2.6k

Prompt: You notice a child crying at a school playground. You decide to see what’s up and meet an extremely stressed/extremely handsome father.

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A/n: There is a slight Reader X Jaemin moment for like 12 seconds. Enjoy!

Watching Hyunjin was not only the easiest job ever it was also the funniest. She had such a ray of youthful exuberance mixed with an odd amount of maturity for her age. It was Friday night and you were putting her to bed when she hit you with a comment that completely threw you off.

“I hate this.” Hyunjin pouted, eyes brimming with tears. You immediately panicked. You were reading her favorite bedtime story. She was surrounded by her favorite plushies, her favorite star nightlight was on. Everything was downright perfect.

“You hate what Hyunjin?” You treaded cautiously while pulling her closer to you on the bed.

“You’re always gone when I wake up.” She admitted sadly, holding onto your side. You thought about it for a minute. For the past week you two spent every late afternoon and evening together. You would put her to bed and, in her mind, disappear until the next afternoon.

“I'm sorry. But you get to see your dad in the morning.” You reminded her hoping it would make her feel better. She just pouted more.

“Why can’t I see you both in the morning?” She asked innocently. The implication of staying over made your face hot, so you ruffled her hair in hopes to distract her from your slight panic expression.

“Well I don’t live here.” You laughed. You reminded her that you guys get to spend all of Sunday together. She accepted this begrudgingly and fell asleep after two more books.

You wandered into the living room to find Jaehyun on the couch reading through some documents. He looked up upon your arrival and sent you his signature smile, dimples and all. You stared at him questionably. How long has he been home? Why didn’t he say goodnight to Hyunjin?

“I didn’t want to interrupt. She would have been too hyper if I came in and its really late.” He answered before you could ask. You nodded understandingly and took a seat by him.

“It’s your house and daughter. You wouldn’t be “interrupting” anything. Plus, I wish you would have.” You added letting your head lean on the back of the couch. Jaehyun placed down the stack of papers and copied your movements.

“Why?” He turned his head in your direction and for the second time that night you had to hide your panicked expression. This close up you could see just how handsome he really was. You scanned his face and couldn’t find a single flaw. The raise of one of his eyebrows brought you back.

“She’s upset because I disappear before the morning. I sucked at explaining it to her; your input would have been helpful.” You blushed being caught staring dumbly. He smiled and turned his head back forward.

“You probably did a good job, but I’ll talk to her in the morning.” He reassured. You hummed and silence fell between you. After a few minutes he let out a heavy sigh.

“I’ve been so busy; I'm starting to feel like a shitty father.” He confessed. You were taken aback. In the week that you’ve know him he was anything but a ‘shitty father’. You sat up and nudged his leg.

“A shitty father wouldn’t wake up at the ass crack of dawn to prepare his daughter’s lunch and make breakfast. He wouldn’t take his time out of his already busy day to make sure her hair was done nicely, and her uniform was ironed. He wouldn’t care if she’s with someone that she actually liked watching her. He wouldn’t bust his ass day to day to make sure she has a happy and secure life. Jaehyun you’re nowhere near being a shitty father.” You ranted more concerned than you need to be.

There was a silence that engulfed you two unlike the first and you felt that you might have overstepped your boundaries. But, you weren’t going to apologize for being right. He looked at the leg that you nudged then at you. You saw a smile make its way across his face and he laughed.

“Has anyone told you your kind of amazing?” He asked while in a laughing fit. If your face wasn’t hot before it was then.

“Several times a day.” You lied, slightly turning away from him.

“Thanks.” A calm smile replaced its former. “I really needed that.”

“Anytime.” You softly smiled.

Since it was Friday you stayed longer than usual. You talked Jaehyun into putting his work away and to watch a movie with you. You, being the horror fan that you were, suggested The Conjuring. Jaehyun told you that he didn’t believe in ghost, which you thought was funny given how many times he got startled by a jump-scare.

Saturday rolled around and you were hanging out at Mark and Haechan’s apartment. Haechan had called you over to help him pick out and outfit for the party that night; the party you had no interest in going to.

“Mark ‘I never leave the music building’ Lee is going, and you can’t because?” Haechan grilled, throwing clothes on you while you laid on his bed. Mark shot a “I can hear you’ from the kitchen, but neither of you paid him mind.

“I got other shit to do.” You picked up a plaid shirt and threw it in the ‘no’ pile.

“Being what? You disappear more than I do nowadays. Which is fine, but we would like to know who you’re ditching us for.” Mark asked walking into Haechan’s room. You looked between your friends and saw a hint of concern in their expression. You asked if this was a common concern across everyone, including Kun and Ten, and they nodded.

“I've been babysitting this really cute girl.” You stated simply. They looked at each other then back at you.

“You like children?” They asked in unison.  

“Meh, but she’s really adorable and fun to be around.” You confessed. They looked at each other once more and shrugged, accepting your explanation. Mark pulled out his phone to text the rest of your friends and Haechan went back to throwing clothes at you.

About 30 minutes later you felt your phone vibrate.

“I’ll be right back.” You announced to the two.

“Jaehyun, what’s up?”

“Y/n, hey. My friends and I are taking Hyunjin to the aquarium, so you have the day off.” He informed happily. You could hear Hyunjin screaming in the background about fishes with another male voice; you guessed it was Johnny’s.

“Okay have fun.” You smiled.

“We will.” You heard Hyunjin and Johnny? scream ‘dolphins!’ before Jaehyun hung up. You chuckled to yourself and turned to walk back into the room. There you were greeted by a nosy Haechan leaning on the door.

“Oh man what a bummer, it looks like your plans are cancelled. So, you’re going to this fucking party.” He let out a cheshire smile. You always had a hard time saying no to him so after an hour of begging you gave in.

“I'm gonna go home and change.” You rolled off his bed and attempted to grab your keys. Mark got to it first and shoved it in his pocket.

“As if. We let you leave, and you’ll just lock yourself in your room till tomorrow.” He smirked. You squinted at him, but said nothing because he was right. Haechan pulled out his phone and dialed Ten.

“Hey, can you do me a favor and pick Y/n out and outfit for a party? Yeah and can you bring it and her makeup bag here too. Thanks.” You heard Ten yell “fuck yeah’ on the other end before it went dead.

Ten and Kun brought over the stuff and took your car back to the apartment. You begrudgingly got ready. The outfit screamed ‘Ten picked me out’ a red crop top with a lace bralette under, high waisted ripped black jeans with fishnets, and black boots. You finished up your makeup and stole a few of Haechan’s accessories when Mark announced it was time to go.

Since you had no intention of going you had no idea whose party it was. When you pulled up at Hendery and Xiaojun’s house you were surprised. They were friends of Yangyang and acquaintances of yours. They both came from fairly wealthy families, so they rented out the biggest and nicest house off campus.

“Holy fuck you look hot.” Jaemin greeted when you entered the house.

“Thank Ten.” You blushed at the sudden compliment.

You were suddenly dragged by Lucas and Xiaojun who demanded you do shots with them. Somewhere between the jello shots and real shots you were pulled to the dance floor by Hendery. To say you were having fun would be an understatement. You had a comfortable amount of alcohol in your system and you felt light as a feather.

More partying and shots later, you found yourself in an intense make out session with Jaemin. It was a mutual thing. After dancing for what it felt like hours, you drifted to his side on the sofa. The two of you were talking about nothing when lips met. He pulled you onto his lap and you carded your hands through his hair. You guys were going at each other for a good 5 minutes when you were interrupted.

“Umm.” Renjun’s voice broke you two apart. You looked down at Jaemin then back at Renjun and Jeno. You slid off of his lap and opened your mouth to say something, anything, when they both just walked away. Jaemin glanced down at you and the two of you squinted at each other. You were the first to break into laughter. Jaemin soon followed suit. He grabbed your hand and pulled you into the kitchen to do more shots with your friend group.

It was nearing 3am and you were beyond tired. You found space on one of the couches upstairs and was leaning on Lucas’s side when Jeno appeared.

“Y/n you okay?” He asked sweetly.

“Mm tired.” You pouted.

“Where’s Mark and Haechan?” Lucas asked while petting your head.

“Fucking it up on the dance floor. Y/n, here let me take you home.” Jeno, being the angel he was, pulled you up. You waved bye to Lucas and was gently place in the passenger seat. The drive was mostly silent since Jeno was the comfortable silence type.

“You don’t have to answer this, but do you by chance like Jaemin?” He asked suddenly at a red light. You weakly turned your head from the window to him. You could see the worry on his face.

“Not like that.” You answered, way to tired to elaborate. You rolled your head back to the window and sighed at the coldness on your warm face. When you arrived at your apartment you dreaded the walk up the stairs. While you were complaining in your head, Jeno got out the car and opened your side.

“Here.” He unbuckled the seat and scooped you up bridal style. You could have protested, but you were happy you didn’t have to make the walk and possibly trip and die. You informed him that Kun had your keys, so you both waited until they answered the door. Jeno passed you on and left. The last thing you remembered was Ten and Kun taking off your make up and putting you to bed.

Waking up the next morning sucked. Jaehyun had a full day so you had to be there by noon. You slammed your alarm off and sat up. You had a few sitting minutes so you pondered if you should text Jaemin, but decided to give your brain time to process what to say. So, you texted Jeno thanks instead. On your way out the door, Kun handed you coffee and Ten sunglasses.

“Did someone party to hard last night?” Jaehyun joked when he opened the door.

“You have no idea.” You muttered taking off your sunglasses.

“You can tell me over coffee. You look like you need more.” He said leading you to the kitchen. You smiled at his offer and tried to forget about his hands on your shoulders.

He placed a mug of coffee in front of you and you laughed at how much cream he put in it.

“So, spill.”

“I made out with one of my friends and had way too many shots.” You sighed. You noticed the shock spread across his face and another expression you couldn’t quite place.

“Oh, um well. Do you like this friend?” He asked awkwardly and you were a bit thrown off, but kept your face neutral.

“No. Not like that, but what if he likes me and it makes shit awkward.” You worried. Jaehyun’s face looked, what you would consider, relieved. But again, you kept your face neutral because there was no way. Right?

“You should talk to him. You guys are friends, so I'm sure it’ll be fine.” He ruffled your hair in reassurance.

“Wise words from a wise guy.” You joked. He cringed at how lame it was and you two talked until he had to go.

Hyunjin was taking her afternoon nap when you decided to suck it up and call Jaemin. Before you could get anything out, he spoke.

“Fam. You’re one of my best friends and I love you, but not like that. You just looked really hot, not to say you don’t look hot all the time I pride myself on having the hottest group of friends and I don’t know what happened, but I'm sorry. Are we cool?” Jaemin pleaded. You laughed because he was also lowkey freaking out.

“There’s nothing to apologize for. We’re good.” You smiled.

The day with Hyunjin was filled with its usual fun and adventures. You two spent some time in the garden and had an intense hide and seek battle. You got done putting her to sleep when you heard the door open. You looked up from your spot on the bed and saw Jaehyun smiling holding up a box. You carefully snuck out the room and followed him to the kitchen.

“Hyunjin told me your favorite dessert is cheesecake.” He smiled holding up the box proudly. You went to retrieve plates and told him about your conversation with Jaemin.

“Wise guy is always right.” He noted, placing a piece of cake on your plate.

“You can’t use my lame joke against me.” You laughed poking him with your fork. He smiled softly at you laughing and went into his pocket.

“Here. You can use this freely.” He placed down a key. You glanced down at it and picked it up. You were happy that he trusted you this much, but it seemed a bit fast. He must have picked up on your hesitation because he closed your fist with the key in hand. Your pulse jumped by a thousand at the sudden touch.

“Hyunjin is really good at sensing people to the point where it’s kind of scary. She trusts you as much as she trusts me even though she hasn’t known you for long. Please take this key for emergency and non-emergency purposes.” You saw the pure sincerity in his eyes and hooked the key to your keychain.

“You’ll regret this when I eat all your food.” You murmured trying to hide your growing blush.

“I doubt that.” He smiled.

Jaehyun slowly opened Hyunjin’s door and made his way over to her. He smiled down at the dolphin plushie that Doyoung bought her squished between her and the bed. Carefully, he petted her head. Despite his efforts, her eyes slowly opened.

“Did I wake you? I'm sorry.” He spoke softly.

“Daddy.” She smiled. “Y/n’s gone?” She asked. He nodded and noticed her sad expression.

“You really like her?” He asked more than stated. She sat up and nodded quickly. She proceeded to tell him everything she thought was amazing about you.

For the first time in a long time, Jaehyun wasn’t sure if his heart was swelling because of his daughter or you. But he did agree, he thought you were amazing too.

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[revol-lover]

facebook memories decided to remind me that today is the 10 year anniversary of my only reckless teen adventure. a story that i look back on fondly in some ways but also like.. damn i was STUPID and i hope i raise my daughter well enough not to make the mistakes i made out of naivety. 

August 2010 - super smitten over the guy who would become my first love. he invited me to go to a bonfire at this local state park/beach. now, i was naive as fuck. i was never allowed to do anything with my friends growing up. once in a blue moon my mom would let me hang out with a friend after school, if it was a girl and for a short time. but that was it. otherwise if my friends wanted to see me they’d have to come hang out on my porch. so was my mom going to let me hang out with a guy alone? no lol.

but i really liked him and i didn’t want to miss out on getting to hang out with him, we’d known each other all of high school but had started talking a lot that summer.  so anyway my aunt, who was fresh out of her divorce and going through this like mid life crisis where she was like going wild. that’s the only way i could describe it. she was not making the smartest decisions and going through a very yolo phase. so my teenage mind is thinking, who could be a better person to help me lol. anyway i was also close enough to her that i felt i could talk to her about this guy i liked and i told her that he invited me to go to this bonfire but i couldnt ask my parents because they’d def say no. 

so my aunt, bless her, is like. i’ll drop you off just be safe! and we come up with this lie (i still can’t believe my aunt/mom’s sister concocted this for me. we had a little falling out years after this and it’s never been the same but man. she was not being a very good adult at the time. i don’t think i could something like this for my nieces behind my brother or my sister in laws back. no way.) that my aunt was going to drop me off at my cousin’s house who happened to live down near that park. my mom wasn’t gonna question it. i used to do things with my aunt all the time.

so she drops me off at the park/beach, tells me to be safe and drives away. and here i am! 🚨 alone with the guy i liked trying to play it cool and what not. so i’m like alright where’s the bonfire/his friend we were also meeting there and he tells me that he’s already at the “spot” and we were gonna go meet him there. so we’re walking there, talking, its going good. i’m excited. until we get off the paved path and start .. hiking? up this hill. alright. my intuition finally kicks in and is like, well this seems wrong lol. but me, cute boy, chance to hang out. i ignored it. so we get up the hill and there’s his friend, and a small fire. 

at this point i think it finally clicked that you’re definitely not allowed to just start a bonfire anywhere you want.  but i had never been to a bonfire before so i don’t know. it never dawned on me that maybe we werent supposed to be doing this. anyway guy i liked, introduces me to his friend, who i find out is literally like a 14 year old (i was 17 at the time, guy i liked 18) and just you know, starting a fire on top of a hill in a woodsy part of this state park. well. all was fine until we heard police sirens and guy’s friend goes “oh shit we gotta go”. 🚨

this is when i know for sure we were not supposed to be doing this lol. so the friend scrambles to put out the fire and me and guy i like run like hell, not down the part of the hill we came up, but into the the other direction into the woods/part of this park that you wouldn’t go into intentionally unless you were going there to do drugs or something sketchy. 

so we run and i guess the plan was if we kept going in the direction we were going, we’d end up at the chain link fence that would lead us to the road you drive onto to get to this place. however when we got to that fence, it turns out there was some of that barbed wire stuff on the top of it. so that was not an option after all.

at this point i have scratches all over my arms from running through this woodsy, off trail place. i’m already wondering how the fuck im going to explain this to my parents if i don’t get in trouble with the cops.

so we have to turn around and head back the direction we came, but rather then climbing up that hill again, guy i liked brings me a different direction (he seemed familiar with this place). and we end up in this like.. its is so hard to describe if you don’t know the place. this park/beach is an old military base kind of place so there are these concrete buildings that have little, not tunnels but the only way i can describe it is like man-made caves? (which are rumored to be haunted lmao) this is a similar place:

and we end up at one of these and there were people clearly doing drugs in there so we were like fuck. we can’t go this way. so we turned a corner and waited it out for a little bit in the woods while guy i like is having minor panic attack about what he’s going to do if he gets in trouble because his mom was already in trouble with cps at the time (she was the fucking worst. story for another time) but he was already a legal adult so he knew if we got caught he’d be in real trouble.

anyway. we wait it out and eventually have to make our way back out. we wind up going around that hill we initially climbed up, rather then back up and down it. so we get out of the woods and back onto the paved walking trail. relieved as fuck! laughing even at how crazy the whole thing was.

 and then a cop walks by us and stop us. 

 and asks if we saw anyone setting a fire, pointing up at that hill.

i am an awful liar but put me in front of a cop an apparently, my ass can lie. 

“A fire? no we didn’t see anyone. We didn’t even see any smoke.”

and the cop just nodded and kept walking down the path lmao.

i felt like we literally got off by the skin of our teeth.

when my aunt picked me up, i didn’t tell her what happened at risk of her never helping me out again. she or my mom never noticed the scratches on my arm. and i just remember going home that night thinking holy fuckin SHIT i am never going to do something that stupid ever again.

and it’s been 10 years now i guess according to the facebook status i posted that day, which is so embarassing.

🤦‍♀️

[peggysousfan]

Agent Carter AN Au Series

Its here!!! Chapter 12 is partially done! Since the episodes and the story have to coincide with each other, each episode will likely be 3+ chapters each. This chapter is only part of episode 1 and its 2500+ words...so yeah. I’m gonna have a lot of revision and thinking to do for future chapters XD I hope y’all enjoy this one!!!!

Peggy's POV:

I rise early in the morning, right before the sun. I see that Steph is sound asleep, and I slip away for a shower. Today I start working again, and while I am thrilled to leave this building and do more than sit around and read, I am worried. I've never been away from my little poppet before, and I don't know how long I'll be able to go without seeing her. I'm suppose to be in the office at 9 O' Clock and leave around 5, but I'm hoping to leave sooner than that. I know the Jarvis's will take good care of her, but I'm still fearful of what the day lintels. I step out of the shower and quickly change, only to hear Stephanie start to cry. I pick her up and start to nurse her.

Shes been doing amazing since Daniel helped. Daniel... Oh bloody hell. I forgot. What will me working entail for us? I hope we'll still be able to spend time together. I don't want us to grow apart. We've been getting so close...and I'm not exactly sure how to feel about it to other than amazing. I'm not sure if he feels this feeling I do when we're together, but I hope we'll be able to explore it further. Once Steph is finished I lay her back down and make some tea and toast. Colleen grabbed the newspaper earlier and I haven't gotten to read it yet, but when I do, I'm in complete shock. CAPTAIN AMERICA ALLAY YET TO EXPLAIN WEAPON SALE. Oh dammit Howard,  what have you done now... I set down the paper and finish getting ready for work. I water the plant and start to fold up the bed, until Colleen enters.

"Oh don't bother, I can't feel my feet." Shes been working more nigh shifts lately and has just returned home.

"Colleen."

"They let 10 girls go yesterday" Here lately since the war ended, woman have been loosing their jobs left and right.

"Did they say why?"

"Because 10 more GI's got discharged." She fluffs the pillows and lies down on the bed. "I had to show a guy from Canarsie how to use a ribbon gun." Its terrible, the world we live in. Woman are seen as less than men, and are forced out of there jobs to make room for them. "Oh I think I have tuberculosis..." Oh dear... that may explain why she has been feeling under the weather lately.

"Thanks by the way, you lent this to me last night while you were at work." Stephanie had barfed all over my sweater in the evening, and before Colleen had left, she let me wear it. She waves it off.

"It looks better on you, ya know. Its something that might catch a mans eye. Say on a date...maybe with a certain fella down the hall..."

"Don't hold your breath." I say. I don't know if he feels the same way, and anyhow we're really good friends. I go to the closet and get my gun to put in my bag. I've had it hidden in a small storage box this whole year. "Especially with tuberculosis." She laughs.

"You know theres a difference between and Independent woman and a spinster. "I walk out of the closet and pick up Stephanie, thankfully she's still sleeping.

"Is it the shoes?" she laughs again. "Clock out, pull the curtains and sleep. Peggy's orders." I grab the nappy bag for poppet and turn to Colleen.

"Okay, but remember if I don't see you, we're going to the movies on Saturday. I have the night off."

"I'll try this time, but you know the office may try to keep me busy."

"Peg, you're working at the phone company, it ain't life and death." At this Steph begins to stir in my arm and snuggle closer.

"Darling... you have no idea." We laugh one last time and then I head out of the door.

Daniels POV:

When I get into the office this morning, theres more buzz than usual. Dooley keeps walking in and out of his office, and the other agents are walking around, answering phones, and writing up reports. Next thing I know, chief walks past me to the elevator.

"Hey look who decided to show up today."

"I'm here everyday Krizminski."

"Not true. You're not here on weekends." I get to my desk, set my crutch aside, and sit down. "Plus you've been skipping out."

"What? No I haven't." This guy is such a pain in my ass.

"Thompson confirmed it earlier. Is it true? You got a dame on your arm, Sousa?" I take a deep breath, let it out, and roll my eyes. "Hey, this is your chance. If you don't have one, then your luck might be changin'"

"What are you rambling on about?"

"We're getting a new secretary, maybe shes your type.. Hell, you could probably lure her in the file room and make a move." He laughs

"What? I thought we were getting a new agent today, not a secretary..."

"Whatever. Lady Agent, secretary, same thing." Lady Agent...? Before I can say anything else, Dooley walks in, and hes not alone. Holy shit...

"Alright, listen up. I have an announcement to make." As the chief speaks, the new agent  and I lock eyes, and I'm not sure which one of us is more in shock. "This is our new agent, Agent Carter, from the Brooklyn office in New York." Brooklyn office? It was shut down 6 months ago, where- oh, she was pregnant with Stephanie. Stephanie, whose fathers name was Steve... Oh my god.  Steve Rogers, as in Captain America, is Stephanie's father; and shes inherited part of the serum. That explains her strong smacking and flailing arms. I can see Peggy in instant panic, the moment she sees me. Dooley shows her where her desk is and she gets to work, but every eye in the office keeps staring for several minutes before they, too, get to work. God dammit, how could I have been so stupid..? It doesn't take long for her to slip a note to me to meet her in the file room.

"You can't tell anyone about Stephanie." Wow, okay, right to the punch. "Daniel, please, no one can know who her father is." I can see it in her eyes how worried she is. Does she not trust me to not say anything?

"Of course I won't say anything, Peggy." She breaths a sigh, leans back, and closes her eyes. When she opens then, she glances at me, and then away.

"I've been doing so well, what with keeping the identity of her father secret, I don't want anyone to know."

"Thats okay, I get it. I promise I won't tell anyone." She looks at me, as if shes analyzing me, looking for any lies or alternate motives, I guess she not finding any. Which makes sense, cause I have none.

"I had no idea you worked here, Daniel."

"Yeah, well... I do my best to keep my work life and personal life separate. And for the most part, its been working, but..."

"Now I'm here." It wasn't a question, as much as it was a statement. I nod my head and look away.

"I'm sorry..."

"For what?" I finally look at her.

"I appear to always be intruding in your life, and I apologize for that." she gives a dry chuckle. "But you are right to do so. To keep work and personal separate, I think we both need to do that." And my heart is starting to sink. I was afraid of this the moment I saw her in the office. I was afraid we'd grow apart because we wouldn't see each other, now its the opposite, we're going to see each other none-stop. I look down at the ground and nod my head.

"I agree. Complete strangers. We've never met before today and we don't mean anything to the other." I breath a sigh, and her head turns so fast to me, it looks like she had whip lash.

"Right. Complete strangers..." She looks like shes thinking of something. She tilts her head to the side as she bites the corner of her lip... dammit Daniel. I back away from her and turn away.

"Daniel? Where are you going?

"To my post Agent, or did you forget we have work?" She looks offended and shakes her head.

"Daniel..." She looks upset as she starts to walk closer.

"Sorry, I just.. need a minute to process this." She furrows her brows and glances way for a second. "I need a minute to process going from friends to nobody I'm suppose to care about in an instant."

"Nobody- Daniel." She looks appalled and grabs my arm. "What-"

"Well well well, look what we have here." Dammit Thompson. "You two seem nice and cozy. What are you doing down here?" Peggy immediately drops her hand and backs away slightly, and as subtly, as she could.

"Agent Sousa was just showing me the filing system,hes been very helpful."

"Well I bet he has..." She looks between us both confused, but doesn't say anything." Well since you're down here, why don't you put these away for me?"He hands them to me. "See  just how much more help Sousa can be." And with that he walks away.

"What an ass." I say

"What an arse" she says. We both say it at the same time.  I look over at Peggy and she looks at me, and we both laugh.

Peggy's POV:

After several hours of being at work, I am in complete agony. I miss my daughter. What I wouldn't give to be home right now. I sit at my desk with a  report in hand and a pencil in the other. Around and around I spin it, over and over again I read the same damn sentence. Ugh... I look in front of me, and I can see Daniels back turned. I still can't believe he works at the SSR. As I begin to get my mind set back to work, the alarm blares and the red lights flash. I look up and then at Daniel, and our eyes meet. Somethings happening. I get up from my seat and gather some papers, when suddenly the Chief and the others walk to the meeting room.

"Agent Carter, we just caught a red ball out of DC, all hands on desk." I start to gather supplies when he says, "Meaning,  cover the phones." Wanker... I grab my telephone and dial up Rose from the entrance.

"Rose? Forward all calls to the briefing room." She agrees and I set down the phone. "Covered, Shall we?" As we head to head to the conference room, Dooley begins to play a film, a film about Howard.

"So far, six pieces of Stark technology have either shown up on the black market or in the arsenals of enemy states. Hes been waffling on the hill. Treating the whole thing like a joke. And yesterday was his final day of hearings. Stark didn't show." Good Lord Howard, I'm going to kill you if I ever see you again. "We've checked his half-a-dozen houses, his half-a-dozen offices. Nothing." He's such an idiot that man. I look away from the chief and look at  Daniel, he has no idea what really is going on..." So as of this moment, Howard Stark is a fugitive from justice. Find him. Squeeze him. Till he looses his sense of humor. Thompson you lead." As I look over at Thompson, he starts to explain his ideas and plans, but I can't stand to listen to any more.

"Sir, I really must object-"

"Why am I not surprised." I internally sigh of frustrations. I already know where this is headed..

"Sir, I knew Howard Stark during the war, his help was invaluable. He may be a great many things, but hes not a trader." As I say this I glance at Daniel, whose eyes are glued to me. I look away as the chief speaks.

"We're all aware of your record Agent. I'm sure being Captain Americans...liaison... brought you into contact with all sorts of interesting people. But the Wars over. Let the professionals decide with whats gonna happen." And with that the meeting ends, of course, not without some gossip and rude slander about me and men during the war. Ugh, men are such pigs... But what I didn't expect was Daniel to speak up.

"What did you just say Krizminski?"

"I wasn't talking to you." I close my eyes and take a deep breath. This is going to be a very long day...

"I think you owe the lady an apology."

"Oh. You standing up for her now, Sousa? Well c'mon I ain't got all day." I look away before I lash out at this oaf. Little do you know the strength this man has you utter wanker. Hes worth 10 of you, at least. Krisminski and the others leave, which just leaves Daniel and myself. When he starts to walk by, I say something; something I hope he won't take offence to.

" Agent Sousa, about what you just did..."

"Oh that? It was noth-"

"I wish you hadn't," I say plainly. We have to keep up a front with our co workers, and with Daniel defending me, they could get suspicious.

"You're an Agent and they treat you like a secretary. I just wanted to-"

"And I'm grateful." I smile. "But I'm more than capable at handling whatever these adolescents throw at me." We lock eyes, and my heart starts to skip a beat...

"Yes ma'am. Doesn't mean I have to like it though."

"Well thats another thing we have in common." As we stand there, Thompson approaches us, and of course, he hands me files to put away. Arse.

"I would file these away, but you're so much better at that sort of thing. Ya know, cause you're a woman." I glance at Daniel, briefly, and I can see him getting angry.

"Better at what, Agent Thompson? The alphabet? I could teach you. Lets start with words beginning with 'A'" He laughs and walks away.

"Good one." I look at him and can't help but smile. Oh this is going to be so difficult pretending to not know him at all; let alone ignore how I feel... We both head to our desk and start working again. Before I know it, its 4 'O clock. Oh thank God. I put away my files, grab my coat, and head over to the Jarvis's. Little does Howard know, I've met them several times, and have asked them to never tell Howard about her. As far as they know they are babysitting my niece, whom, I'm taking care of while her parents are away. I hate all of this lying, especially to good people, but no one can know the truth. When I pick up Stephanie, I feel a weight lift off of my chest, I can finally go home with my little girl. And, I don't have to make dinner. The Jarvis's graciously made a roast for me and Colleen, but since it is large enough, I'll invite Daniel over. I leave a note under his door. Hours go by and he knocks at the door.

"Daniel." I walk over to him and embrace him. I've wanted to do this all day. He hold me close, and the Steph begins to giggle. We both laugh. She reaches for him and gables her baby talk. I hand her over and invite him inside.

"So, I hear you have a roast." he says, snuggling with poppet.

"Indeed we do." As we sit down and eat together, I can't feel more at peace.

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Patterns in the Ivy, Part 2 - Bill Skarsgård

Title: Patterns in the Ivy

Description: A continuation of Smoke & Money. Ghosts from the not-so-distant past come back to threaten her. She must choose between a lavish life of servitude or have everything she ever loved stripped away.

Warning: 18+ smut/swearing/mentions of drugs/kink & fetish themes

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

I could not sleep. I was afraid there were people parked in cars on my street watching me. I feared somebody would try to lure Ivany away from me. Fretting and pacing, I wondered if Bill could resort to kidnapping. After all, I did not know what was he truly capable of.

I knew that he had the means but it had been so long since I saw him that I honestly thought he had given up searching for me. As usual, I was wrong. I wondered how he had found out her name and what sort of things had he done to dig up information about me. Did he pay off my boss to get facts? Had he hired somebody to track me down? I could not be sure.

Riddled by the fear of eyes being on me, I stayed up all night and into the morning. A full twenty-four hours of being awake and overwrought with crippling panic made it hard for me to conceal myself. When I went downstairs to wake Kiki she was already up and confused by my presence.

"J? Holy shit what time is it?" She squinted at me from my place on the stairs. "Are you okay? You look kind of..."

"Shook? Yeah. You could say that."

"Oh my God," she popped off the couch. "Are you okay? Did something happen at the club?"

"Nothing violent. No... Everything is okay. I just... Somebody was there that I didn't want to see."

"Who?"

"It was... Bill."

"What!?" She heaved.

I raised my hands up. "Please don't worry though. It's all good."

"Are you sure?" She continued. "You want me to take Ivy for a while?"

Her offer warmed my heart and I offered in return the smallest smile I could muster to try to cover up the fact that I was about to have a nervous breakdown. I hid my shaking hands behind my back, suddenly becoming aware that I was still wearing my work uniform and Ivany was going to wake at any moment.

"No... You live right next door. By now he probably already knows where I live anyway."

"Ooohh, is that the guy you told me about who is really rich and had you followed and stuff?"

I had divulged some of my life's secrets to Kiki before in a drunken stupor. She and I had partied a little too much once and I accidentally drank enough to get talking about the ghosts of my past. She knew that I had been on the run from him since I landed on the East Coast.

"J... Seriously... Are you in trouble? I have a cousin who has ties with gangs and the mafia... I can get you protection!" She exclaimed.

"Oh my God Kiki, no. It's fine! Don't fucking contact the mafia." I laughed. "For all I know, Bill might be in the mafia."

"How did he find you?" She asked.

"I don't know. He's not very... forthcoming with his methods or intentions." I lied. "To be honest I don't actually know him that well. We hooked up a few times but he wasn't really one to talk about himself."

Kiki blew out some hot air. "Alright well, just let me know if you need anything."

I smiled at her again, starting to feel a little fraction of a percentage better. "Just... Keep your eye out for some nice cars parked around here. BMW's or Lincolns or something and don't answer any questions. I don't know if he's got a private investigator on me or what. It could be anything. He has a lot of money."

"J... this sounds really serious. Are you sure..."

I let out a heavy sigh, feeling the tightness in my throat coming back. "Kiki..."

"What is it?"

I could no longer hold back my tears. "He's Ivany's Father."

"Woah... You never told me anything like that."

"I know," I sobbed. "I didn't want anyone to find out. Now he wants her and I don't know what to do. He said he'll take me to court if I don't go back out West with him."

Kiki offered as much comfort as she possibly could but there wasn't much that could be said to calm me down. I assured her over and over that I would be fine and that she didn't have to worry, that I would figure something out because I always managed to. However, if I was being honest with myself, I knew not a way to wiggle out of the hole I had found myself in.

When I drove Ivany to school I talked to her about strangers. I explained to her that she was not to speak to anybody she didn't know besides her school teachers and adults that she knew. Gazing at her lovingly in the rearview mirror, I feared the worst. I was exhausted but I wouldn't let on to that until I watched her enter the school doors. I needed to sleep desperately.

Sitting in my car, I waited until all the school buses had come and gone and all the kids filed into the building. I had to be certain that she was safe. I didn't leave until I was sure that her class had started. Shifting my eyes around, I checked out the cars parked along the street. I couldn't rule out a thing when it came to Bill. Once I was convinced there was nobody else hanging about, I started my car and headed for home to see if I could get at least a couple hours of sleep.

Sleep did not come easy and when it did, it didn't last long. I tossed and turned on my couch, having fevered dreams of people kidnapping my daughter. I would wake up and go to the window to look outside just to check for suspicious cars then go back to laying on the couch. When I finally did manage to fall asleep completely I ended up sleeping too long and when I woke up I had to scramble to leave. Ivany was due out from school in ten minutes and it took me nearly twenty minutes to get there.

The universe must have had it out for me that day because I hit every red light on the way and got stuck behind people who couldn't decide whether to turn left or right. I kept glancing at the clock and clutching the wheel, speeding when I had the chance and cutting people off but no matter what maneuver I pulled, I seemed to get stuck behind a truck, a car, a light or someone crossing the street.

When I pulled up I was already late. Kids were piling out of the school heading towards buses or parents. I scanned the bus loading area but I couldn't see her. I whipped off my seat belt and got out of my car. I searched for her frantically amongst the hoards of children and parents.

"Mommy!" I heard her shout.

I zoned in on where I heard her voice come from and there she was; running towards me, backpack bouncing up and down behind her, a stuffed animal in her grip.

"Mommy look what I got." She held out a velveteen rabbit with floppy ears, ebony eyes, an embroidered pink nose and a blue suit on.

"Oh...Where did you get that honey?" I asked her.

"That man," she pointed. "Over there with Miss Bayer."

I looked up and saw him standing there beside Ivany's teacher. Miss Bayer waved and smiled at me and so did Bill, the fucking prick. I felt my anger rising inside me like a pot about to splash its scalding hot contents all over the place. If I wasn't in a public place surrounded by people I would have shrieked at the top of my lungs until I popped blood vessels.

I knelt down in front of her and whispered, "Ivany, what did Mommy just tell you about talking to strangers, huh? What did I say?"

"But mommy... He said he was your friend. He knows my name."

"Yes, but you don't know his."

"Yeah I do, it's Bill."

I swallowed and prepared myself for what was bound to be an excruciatingly awkward conversation with her teacher and Bill. "Stay right here. Don't move a muscle."

He was wearing a thin white shirt with a deep V neckline underneath a charcoal gray blazer with matching pants. His hair was styled back, pulled away from his face in subtle waves. His striking profile was difficult not to appreciate. His lips, his upturned nose, his big green eyes; all those features had stuck so clearly in my mind with the help of Ivany, a constant reminder of him. There was no escaping him. He knew it too. That devilish smile spread across his face as I approached. Without a doubt, he knew the pain I was in from trying to conceal my shock that he had shown up. It made him look all the eviler.

"Hello, Miss Bayer. How are you?"

"Good! I just wanted to make sure Ivany had her usual way home."

"Yeah," I chuckled nervously. "I am running a little late."

"I was just saying to Ivany's teacher that we were both going to convene here to pick her up for ice cream."

The lies coming forth from his mouth were enough to make me cringe but I didn't want to raise any red flags. The last thing I needed was a call to child protective services. The teachers had a reputation for sounding the alarm at even the most minuscule of things when it regarded the safety of the children in attendance at the school. Mrs. Bayer was the stout little ring-leader of the whistle-blowers too. She was so full of self-righteousness that it practically leaked out of her ears when she spoke. All it would take would be one phone call from Mother Goose if she thought I was putting Ivany in harm's way.

"Yep! Well, here we are. I guess we better get going." I said through clenched teeth and a fake smile.

"It was so nice to meet you," Miss Bayer gushed to Bill.

"Likewise." He replied.

I turned and quickly made my way back over to Ivany who had been waiting patiently with the stuffed rabbit under her arm. "Okay honey, let's get heading home now."

"But I thought we were going to get ice cream," she whined.

"No, not today-"

"Of course we are!" Bill interrupted.

"Yay!" Ivany cried out.

I threw daggers at him wordlessly. I could not believe the unbridled audacity. He smiled at me and then at Ivany who took her turn smiling at both of us.

"Fine, but we're taking my car," I said.

The awkwardness was heavy when all three of us got into the car, at least it was for me. Ivany seemed ecstatic and Bill hardly paid me any attention. He looked back at Ivany sitting in her booster seat and told her about where the rabbit came from. No doubt it was some insanely overpriced vintage doll he had picked up somewhere to tempt her with. She listened with ears perked at everything he was saying, absorbing his words and his charm as most any girl would. I watched her smile and nod her head to his story and I could not believe what I was seeing.

Witnessing them both together was the strange thing I had often thought of when I was alone or daydreaming. The inevitability of it all belittled me. To think I had banked on never encountering Bill again in my life. After months turned into years with no sign of him I had let my guard down and allowed him to find us. Now he was already winning Ivany over and I couldn't do anything but sit there and scream inwardly for it all to stop. But it wouldn't stop.

I drove to the closest ice cream parlor and followed the both of them in, eyes on the back of Bill's head. He was in constant conversation with Ivany and I felt almost betrayed that she had already taken such a liking to him. I suppose any good-looking man that came around with nice things and sweet words could worm his way into a heart or two but Bill... Bill had a parasitic charm that painted the rest of the world in black and white, leaving only him as the pinnacle of attention, impossible to ignore. I couldn't blame her for liking him immediately.

Bill, of course, bought ice cream for Ivany and we went outside to sit in the sun. Ivany chose to sit on the ground with her new rabbit to pretend like they were having a picnic. I sat at the corner of a picnic table that had been painted a dozen times over but still had initials and hearts carved into it like scars. He sat in front of me and stared at me when I refused to acknowledge him.

"J... You can't stop this from happening so why don't you embrace it?" He asked me.

I sighed, unable to put into words all of the things I wanted to say to him.

"Look at me." He demanded.

I looked at him for a moment and then looked away. "I don't know what to say to you."

"Say anything you want."

My nerves crackled every time he spoke. That voice that I had never forgotten was speaking to me again and I faltered. Ivany wasn't paying attention to our conversation but I leaned in and lowered my voice just in case. "You didn't need to make a spectacle at her school. What did you tell her teacher anyway?"

"I told her I'm a family friend and that we were meeting for ice cream," he admitted.

"I thought you were going to give me some time to think about everything."

Bill smiled. "I just... I wanted to meet her."

My solar plexus felt like it was caving in when he said that to me. I did not anticipate that I would feel anything but contempt for Bill after the way I left things between us but there I was feeling weak to him again. I had wanted to keep Ivany away from him so that she would never find out what kind of person I had been. Now I just felt selfish.

"Are you alright?" Bill asked me.

"Yeah." I barely whispered, feeling tears heating up behind my eyes again.

"Hey," he tried to get my attention. "look at me, J."

I looked at him sitting across from me and felt two heavy tears fall down from each corner of my eyes. He looked at me with sympathy for the first time ever.

"She's beautiful," his voice lowered.

I nodded. She was beautiful because she looked like him. It was a fact that had haunted me from the day she was born. Whenever I felt safe it only took a look from her eyes to remind me that Bill was out there. Now he was right in front of me and I was crying.

"I should really be getting home. I have work later," I sniffled.

"No, I want you to stay with me. Call in sick."

"I can't."

Bill narrowed his gaze on me. "Please."

I rolled my eyes in an attempt to stop my tears from rolling down my cheeks. I quickly wiped them away so Ivany wouldn't catch me crying. Shaking my head at the ground, I sighed and met his eyes again.

"Why?"

"Because I want to talk to you."

"You already made yourself very clear last night."

"No," Bill said. "I want to actually talk to you. I want to. Please. Let's just talk."

There was no refusing Bill. I relented quickly for the sheer curiosity of what else he had to say to me. We put Ivany back in the car with her sticky hands and her new rabbit and got in ourselves, Bill in the passenger seat and me behind the wheel. I drove in silence towards home. The closer we got the more I dreaded what was to come.

Compared to Bill's estate, our townhouse seemed like a crack in the wall. I feared he would be judging every single thing from the crumbling stone steps to my sticky lock that took a lot of wrestling to get open. Ivany held onto his hand the whole time as they waited for me to open the door. I stepped aside and allowed Bill to enter first with Ivany.

"Do you want to see my room?" She asked him.

"Yes, of course. You lead the way."

I shut the door behind us and watched as Bill looked around our meager living room. He didn't look like he was too disgusted but then again he was being pulled to the stairs by an enthusiastic four-year-old. I stayed in the living room and sat on the couch, still exhausted and so hungry it hurt. Our daughter's excited voice echoed throughout the entire house. It wasn't long until I heard footsteps coming back down the stairs.

He looked out of place to me. I assumed Bill had never set foot in a townhouse before. The entire structure could fit into his mansion half a dozen times. I had nothing fancy or vintage or elegant like he had. I was almost embarrassed to look at him. After having borne witness to our tenuous little home, he must have felt even more convinced that he was going to take Ivany away from it.

"What is she doing?" I asked him, trying to make conversation.

"She's tidying up her room."

"Oh," I replied.

Bill sat down on the couch next to me. My first thought was to move away but I was frozen in place. Even more so as he reached his hand out to tip my face up. I did all I could to keep myself from getting caught up in his stare. I knew what he could do to me with just one look.

"Tell me you missed me a little," he urged, voice smooth and low.

"Bill..."

"Tell me," he whispered, bringing his face closer to mine. "Come on."

"There was nothing to miss."

I thought he was going to kiss me but he stopped inches away from my face. "Tell me... Tell me you missed Daddy."

I shivered and looked away from him. I did not want to admit that I felt a spark shooting up from my loins. I could not let him gain control over me. This man who's upscale jacket clashed painfully with the cheap microfiber sofa, who had paid me once to indulge his sexual fantasies, who had gotten me pregnant was using his hands to force me to stare at him just like he used to.

"Don't say that shit to me. Not while she's around." I berated him.

"She's upstairs. She can't hear a thing."

"I don't care. Not while she's here."

Bill sighed and dropped his hands from my face. "So you haven't told her I assume?"

"Haven't told her what?"

"About her Father."

"She's never asked," I admitted.

He blinked profusely like he had just swallowed something unpleasant. He stood up from the couch and paced over to the window, turned back to look at me for a moment and then continued to stare out at the street, shaking his head.

"Bill?"

I nearly jumped when he whipped around, anger evident on his face.

"What did I ever do to you besides give you the fucking life you wanted, huh?"

"Bill, lower your voice... Ivany."

"I don't care! I want to know what the Hell is going on in that little fucking head of yours. Why? Why!?"

I shrunk into the back of the sofa, afraid of how he might escalate. After all, I hadn't seen him in years and one of our last encounters he had almost pulled a gun on me but instead of him reddening, his expression melted into one I had never seen before.

"I gave you what you wanted and you ran from me and had our child... And you haven't even told her about me?"

There was a moment of silence before I could think of the right thing to say. "I didn't want that life. I didn't want to be that person anymore. I had to run."

"So instead you became a liar? Tell me that little girl hasn't asked you about why other kids at school have dads and she doesn't! Why are you constantly lying and hiding things? Don't you realize that your actions impact other fucking people around you? Or are you just so self-absorbed that you're incapable of feeling remorse?"

"You seem to forget that you stalked me to my place of work and threatened to take my child away from me. How dare you accuse me of being self-absorbed!"

Before Bill raised his voice higher, he suddenly held his tongue, attention pulled to the other side of the room. I looked behind me and saw Ivany slowly edging down the stairs.

"Are you guys mad at each other?" She asked, voice small but not afraid.

Bill and I looked at each other, our glares softening as our daughter came down the stairs with her new velveteen rabbit tucked safely underneath her arm. "No Ivany. Everything is fine. Come here." Bill said, motioning for her to come down.

Ivany hopped up onto the couch beside me and held out her new toy. I smiled, successfully masking all of the emotions running rampant inside me. With her presence, our conversation was cut short and I was relieved because I didn't have the energy to continue arguing with Bill. The last thing I wanted was for Ivany to overhear something that might confuse her.

Once the tension mostly dissipated, Ivany suggested we eat pizza for dinner. A good portion of the time I obliged her every suggestion. If Ivany wanted pizza for dinner, we had pizza, if she wanted to watch Frozen for the eightieth time, we watched it and sang every word together. When she felt like drawing or colouring I would get down on the floor with her and hand her each coloured pencil she asked for. Ivany was the little dictator that decided nearly everything besides the appropriate time to go to bed. Now that Bill was there, I felt a strange conflict. I wasn't sure if I should indulge Ivany's whims or if I should have looked to Bill to see what he wanted. He didn't seem like he had plans to leave any time soon.

"I think that's a great idea," Bill said, causing Ivany to smile profusely.

I narrowed my sight on Bill for but a moment. Was he already starting to work Ivany over to him, priming her to choose him over me? It was hard to be sure of his motives. It was hard to be sure of anything. On one hand, I believed what he had threatened at the club, that he would win Ivany over with toys and other such Fatherly affections, in turn driving a wedge between me and her. On the other, I could see a real sparkle come to his eyes when he looked at her. It was a mixture of amazement and pride and I could see how much Ivany absorbed it. The way he looked at her was genuine, there was no mistaking that.

Tell me you missed Daddy.

I squirmed a little when I thought of him grasping my face, forcing me to come close to him, close enough to feel his soft breath on my cheeks. Close enough to help me remember the filthy things he had done to me all those years ago.

I want you to come back home with me.

I pondered in silence. Could we become a little family? Was I acting on selfish impulse to hide Ivany from him or was I doing right to protect her? Now everything I had done up to that point was in question. Who was I to take a little girl from her Father? Who was I to deny her to him? Was protecting myself robbing her of a better life? All these questions beat me down mercilessly and all I could do for the moment was curl up in a ball and hope that they would leave me alive.

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Wolfpack Transformation Headcanons Pt.2

While helping Paul and Jared process their newfound lives, Sam breaks up with Leah. He can’t balance both - training and guiding Paul and Jared, and the effort of a relationship. It’s one of the hardest things he has to do, but it wasn’t fair to her. Leah begrudgingly accepts it and moves back into her parent’s house. Sam moves Jared and Paul in. His house is big and it’s so, so empty without Leah.

He finally relents, and tells Quil III to warn the other families. He does so immediately, and it brings a variety of reactions. Henry Clearwater brushes it off. “Only men turn, and neither Leah or Seth are men. By the time Seth gets old enough, the Cullens will be gone. Everything’s fine”. Sue is a bit more worried, but she keeps it to herself. The Fuller’s and Littlesea’s panic. They don’t let Brady or Collin off the reservation, hoping the distance between the Cullens and them will stop the transformation. Billy looks sick at the thought. He already lost his wife to a car crash, his daughters to college. He can’t lose Jacob as well, though it seems so inevitable. Quil III doesn’t tell his grandson, but he lets his daughter know what to expect. She just groans and pulls out a bottle of whiskey. “I was hoping your stories would remain stories, but it’s better than him bringing home a baby, I guess.”

Sam prays nightly Embry doesn’t turn. A lot of good that does. Sam goes into denial as Embry begins to grow - he’s still young. Growth spurts are natural. When his body becomes a bit more defined, Sam brushes it off. Embry takes weight training at school. Maybe he’s putting a bit more effort in now. He becomes a bit more snappish, a bit more possessive over Quil. He cries easily, in a way he grew out of when he hit high school. Sam hopes, darkly, that maybe he’s just going through a rought time It only takes a few months before that familiar tug returns. He finds Embry in his backyard, whimpering. His fur is gray with black spots, and he’s smaller than the rest of them but holy shit is he fast. 

The Cullens move away, and it slows the transformations for a bit. It takes Jacob months, longer than any other gap of time, to transform. His changes are so gradual not even his dad notices right away. When he does, Sam offers up the place as alpha, which Jacob rejects. He can barely process the fact that he can turn into a wolf now, let alone have the weight of everyone else resting on his shoulders.

One weekend, Quil cancels all his plans with Embry and Jacob. His mom won’t let him out the house. Apparently he’s running a fever. Embry paces around the house, snapping at everyone. He was like this even before he changed, so everyone shrugs it off. He comes home that Monday in full panic mode. Quil was several inches taller, his once loose shirts tight against his muscles. It only takes a few more days before he shifts.

He is extremely excited about the shift. According to him, he finally joined the “cool kids club”. Embry, despite not wanting him to turn in the first place, can’t hide the fact that he’s pleased about being to spend even more time with his boyfriend.

Leah’s transformation is shocking, to say the least. When the familiar tug led them to the Clearwater house, they expected to find Seth. You could imagine their surprise when they found Seth, fully human, trying to calm a giant wolf form Leah. They rushed her transformation back. An ambulance was on its way. Leah’s sudden transformation had caused her father to have a heart attack. There was a lot of panic, confusion, and fear. 

Her transformation caused a lot of friction. Her guilt over causing her father’s heart attack - even if he survived - weighed the entire pack down. Her anger at Sam for dating Emily, already obvious, only increased tenfold, causin. Her confusion about her sexuality was pushed into everyone’s mind. She was humiliated, refusing to shift for a while. Embry and Quil made their support of her clear. Sam, at first, was angry. He assumed that her questioning her sexuality meant that relationship meant nothing to her. Embry told Leah this, and she tried to explain that her liking girls took away from their past relationship, or how much Sam meant/means to her. This led to an even deeper heart to heart, where they went into detail about their deep dark secrets and feelings. It helped them start onto a path of friendship and process things they felt like they couldn’t before. Before they had ever dated, they had been best friends. They both missed that more than they knew how to describe.

The transformation of Seth lifted the morale of the entire pack. Despite their fret over his age, his happy go lucky, kind thoughts were a comfort to everyone. His transformation had a few hiccups - his superior hearing caused him to suffer from bouts of sensory overload - but emotionally, it came easy for him. Leah recognized the signs, and immediately everyone began to prepare him for it. When the time came, he knew exactly what to do.

Brady is next. They find him nosing at his sobbing mother, trying to calm her even in wolf form. They gently guide him back to his human state. His mother begs them not to let him join their pack, but it’s out of their hands. He’ll shift regardless. At the very least they can help him through it, provide him comfort and kinship. She reluctantly allows it, only because she knows its better than having her baby deal with it alone.

They hang around the Littlesea’s house for a few weeks. Brady informs Colin’s parents that he’s changed, and that Colin may soon follow. It takes him only a few weeks. He’s relieved when it happens - the wait had made him anxious. He clings to Brady, who clings to Seth, who follows Jacob around like he’s the reason the sun rises. The pack is overprotective of the three “pups” as they call them. Sam decides early on that there will be no fighting vampires for them. Not if he can help it.

The transformations stop after that, thankfully. They all hang out at Sam’s house, eating up all his food, hogging the T.V., and slowing down the internet. Sam wouldn’t have it any other way, though.

Related headcanons:

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Sam and Embry growing up as brothers

#the wolfpack #twilight #the twilight saga #twilight headcanons #teslobt #sam uley #paul lahote #embry call #jared cameron #brady fuller #collin littlesea #leah clearwater #seth clearwater #quil ateara #jacob black

[chatnoirismycinnamonroll]

Storytime

Ok, so I had to wake up early Friday morning to go to work. I had to go in at 8 am, and had woken up at 5:30 since my siblings have to get ready to catch their school bus. I woke up, woke them up, and decided to help my sister get ready for school. It was 6:30 by the time they left for school. But, instead of staying awake, I decided to go right back to sleep.

And the dream I had was...weird.

Ok, so my dream starts off with my coworker and I having to drive this white delivery truck somewhere to deliver a package, which isnt in any way part of our job description so I knew I was dreaming. I'm driving, and I realize we are driving down a familiar road. I'm like, ok, cool. Imma enjoy the scenery. But then I take a right turn and, suddenly, I'm driving down the beach. Even dream me was like, "What the fuck? This road doesnt lead to the fucking beach. How the fuck?"

But my coworker, Doña Ana, told me to just keep driving. So, naturally, I did. I'm driving down the sand, trying to avoid running over people before I realize theres no way someone is actually going to die becuase they're all magically moving out of the way. Great.

For some reason, once we reach the delivery destination, which was some kind of weird loading dock with its OWN GODDAMN POSTAL SERVICE, HELLO, I DIDNT NEED TO DRIVE ALL THE WAY OUT HERE THIS IS BULLSHIT. Anyway, for some reason I had parked my little delivery truck behind some other white freightliners, or eighteen-wheelers, and I couldnt find it. So I'm walking around the beach, like an idiot, and I literally turn a full circle and walk back towards the loading dock and, suddenly, it's like I knew where my truck was the whole time.

I get in and start driving back. I take the same route, but it suddenly turns into this narrow road with a Canal on both sides, with steep sides leading down into a watery death. And we pass this neighborhood, and theres this little girl on the road. At first I was going to drive past because little girl on the road? In the middle of the night? Yeah, I'm noping the fuck out fo that situation.

But Doña Ana told me to move the girl. So I jump off and tell the girl to move back. She looks at the canal and says shes going to fall in. So I gently push her back towards her neighborhood where she just stands at the entrance, looking so sad and lost, and she looks up at me and says, "I dont want to walk home alone. Can you walk me home?" And I know I shouldn't, but I do anyway. I'm a sucker for kids, but as I'm walking her home I'm thinking, "She seems nice. I wish Sammy (my little sister) were here. They'd be great friends."

And suddenly, my sister is right there with me. And, sure enough, the girls hit it off. They decide on an impromptu playdate. And I'm like, yeah ok. I look back, and the canal is gone, it's like not there and suddenly we are just in the middle of a suburban neighborhood. Huh. Ok.

And for some reason, my sister and I enter this little girl's house in, like, one fo those little toy cars? The ones you can drive around in as a kid? And we are playing with this girl and driving around her fucking house like this and, sure enough, we break something. Cue the mother coming in, seeing me in the toy car, and telling us to fuck off. "Thank you for bringing my daughter home, but get the fuck out of my house."

"Wow, okay lady. I'm sorry for the mess we made, but it was a pleasure meeting you."

"Yeah, whatever, get out of my house."

So we leave. The delivery truck is parked outside on a curb and suddenly my mom is there because its night and my sister and I werent home and we need to get home NOW becuase Sammy has cheer practice in the morning. The truck has wide seats, those where you can sit three people in the front and like an opened space in the back. No seats, so my little sister and this random dude with his baby had to sit on the floor, hiding because we didnt want the cops to pull us over for not having a seat belt.

BUT DOÑA ANA DOESNT BELIEVE IN SEAT BELTS. And I told her to let me drive, but my mom had said no and Doña Ana isnt the the best driver so, as we are pulling out fo the neighborhood, Doña Ana backs up into a mailbox. And in that neighborhood there was a cop patrolling. And he saw her. And stopped us just outside the nieghborhood.

I suddenly remember I did not have my seatbelts on, so I put it on. We're all tense cus the people in the back dont have seats, let alone seatbelts, Doña Ana doesnt have a driver's license, and I didnt have my purse becuase I left it at my workplace. She gets told to get out of the car.

Now here is where it gets fucked up.

I'm looking out the driver's window, enjoying the view of the clouds. They seem big and fluffy, and a bit dark...actually, are those funnels?

There are three funnels in the sky. Tornadoes. Not one, not two, but three. And they're starting to merge together. The wind is picking up, and I see a blast of air rushing towards us in the distance.

"Mom, holy shit are you seeing this?"

"Pfft. It's not a tornado."

I see the wind picking up cars and blowing them aside as it approaches us.

"Those things dont happen so far down in Texas."

It blows a helicopter out of the sky and blows it towards our truck. The blades are still running and, as they approach the driver's window, they get closer to eye level.

"Nothing is going to happen."

My eyes widen, and I duck. The blades cross exactly where my head had been, and I'm glad my sister and the dude and the baby were laying on the floor of the truck because they lived. The whole top half is gone and I'm relieved that we are alive.

.

.

.

...Until I hear a gurgling sound beside me. And I turn...

And my mother's neck is bleeding. She is holding her neck, and I know exactly what happened when she turns to look at me, her eyes wide with panic, blood gushing down her shirt as she tries to form words. I utter my denials as I reach for her, trying to hold her head to her neck and having to flounder because my mom's head is in my hands and it's such an awkward weight and oh my god I'm holding my mother's severed head.

And I scream. And my mom's body leans out the hole where the passenger door was and she falls onto the grass outside, and her severed head falls above it, refusing to stick back together, staying separate and somehow she is still holding on to life just long enough for her to tell me to "Take Sammy home. Keep her safe."

And I scream again becuase I cant do that and my mother just had her head cut off my a helicopter's blades and I cant leave her body there but I have to because I cant just take my mother's body along with me, especially with my sister in the backseat.

So I start to drive away, sobbing, not believing what has happened. And my body goes numb. My foot moves off from the pedal and the truck slows to a stop. My sister is screaming at me to go. My mother's echo is telling me to go. Why arent you moving? Why arent you listening to me?

But I cant feel a thing. My mind is stuck on the weight of my mother's severed head. On that feeling when my relief turned to horror with a single sound. On the anger I briefly felt as I realized my mother has no survival skills since she didnt duck when I did. On a single thought that said, "Let this be a dream. Please, let this be a dream. Wake up, wake up wake UP!"

I'd never been happier than when my eyes snapped open on Friday morning, March 8, at 7:29 am. I'd never been happier to know I just had a nightmare.

#nightmare #it was only a dream #thank goodness #it was scary #vivid dreams #its not the first time ive dreamt of a family member dying or almost dying

[blacknovelist]

I really like your ageswap!au and lately I've been thinking about it a lot. I love angst so I have this scene in my head. In the future, old retired Izuku gets a phone call. Toshinori has been in a fight against all for one and has been really badly injured and is in the hospital. So he rushes over to the hospital maybe he meets Inko there and he learns about Toshis injury and is just crying cause he's scared Toshi will die.

Anon, dude, I’m so glad you’re liking the Ageswap AU!! :D I mean, we love it, so it’s real fun when you guys are having fun too. Also, holy shit, ur wrecking me with those thoughts, my dude. I really like them!

I don’t think it would be AfO dealing a blow like that on Toshinori in a distant-future thing though, because that particular fight is going to be big and spectacular and also probably include all of Ageswap 1-A bc there’s no way they’d let Toshinori square off without them. It’s a little too close to Canon!Toshinori’s story for my tastes, you know? But you know what me and @guardianlioness think works just as good? A scenario where Toshinori is a pro and is in a fight where the tide is against him, and in order to save people’s lives, he purposefully puts himself in the line of fire. 

We’ve actually talked a bit abt this scenario before too so I hope ur ready for this hypothetical Ageswap scenario to get much worse

Deku, as a person, is all rationality. That’s a fact of life. So when he gets a call from Inko while she should be on duty, her voice cool and professional (that’s her doctor voice, this is serious), he’s already bracing for it. The fight was on the news earlier - Toshinori was injured, her voice confirms in his ear. Observations come to him - the nearest hospital, the fact that Inko is talking to him rather than working on Toshinori, the doctors that would have been working with Inko when he arrived - and he worries, but he doesn’t panic. He takes the car (Inko didn’t take it today, decided to take public transit because the walk would be better) and doesn’t rush, because it would put everyone else at risk, and Inko doesn’t need another family member to worry about tonight. 

But Deku was a pro hero, Deku was a teacher, Deku is a father - he loves and fears and worries, yes, but he will believe in the only outcome possible. Toshinori will be okay.

His daughter is waiting, ready to meet him as soon as he walks through the doors. The details come forth immediately, clipped, detailed - she’s still wearing her scrubs, but the other nurses and doctors wave her off with Deku when she asks about other patients. All Might is the only severe injury they’ve gotten in that night, and family is important. If they need her later, they’ll call her. She wants to say no, that she’ll do her job, damn it, because this is what she went to school (to UA, to one of the most grueling programs there are for specialists in hero medicine) for, but her coworkers know how to get her to agree and she does, because she doesn’t want to leave Toshinori’s side either. 

Bless her heart, though - Inko called everyone, and soon that empty hospital room is full of familiar worried faces that find the scene of family lying on pale hospital sheets far too familiar. He swims in the bandages and pieces of gauze they’ve wrapped him in, mask fogging with every shallow breath. Heavy bruises peek through where the standard paper gown and strips of white don’t quite cover, his hair limp and without its trademark volume, dark bags clear on his face. Toshinori looks like a wreck.

Enji had been white when she came to guide them to the room. He stays just as pale when they walk in, whispering something under his breath that no one can hear. No one needs to mention, though, that he’s been saying the same thing since they got the news, over and over, like a mantra. Like a prayer. They don’t need to ask to know exactly what he’s whispering.

“He’ll live. He won, and he’ll pull through after this so we can all beat his ass for getting hurt and be relieved about it and go on with our lives together. He’ll live.”

Tensei and Nedzu are wound up like a pair of rubber bands, like they always are when they’re at the hospital, but they come like they always do, because some things are more important than fears and discomforts. Tensei calls Tenya once they arrive, to tell him about Toshinori’s condition, but when his older brother answers, his voice cracks. Hizashi shoves himself into Aizawa’s shoulder and refuses to move; Aizawa lets him, without any play at objection. When Nemuri takes one look at their friend and clutches Yu and Shinji’s hands hard enough to leave marks, they let her. The graduated class of 1-A lean on each other for support, but their eyes are only for Toshinori.

Naomasa comes in next, followed by Nana and Gran Torino. They’re grim, the three of them, and Nao looks like he’s yanking all his worry and panic and fear back by it’s damn teeth so it isn’t plastered all over his face. Deku takes one look at the kid (he isn’t really but everyone is a kid to Deku, they always will be) and pulls him under one arm, then levels a sweeping look at the rest of them and opens his other, which is as good an invitation as any. 

Even in old age, his arms are sturdy and feel like home.

That night it’s like they’re in UA again, piling onto the chairs and leaning on each other as they settle in to sleep. They’re all loathe to leave him alone right now, when he’s still in such a delicate state, but that’s not a possibility, not anymore; they have jobs, duties, obligations. Things they can’t leave to others to do for them, not for long. Tonight, though, tonight they’ll stay. They’ll stand guard and refuse to leave him alone, because they’re heroes, yes, but this is what they want to do as friends, as family, and they’ll come back as long as they’re needed. 

(And later, after days and a week of worry, of fear, of regular visits and quiet words exchanged in the silence they cannot stand, Toshinori pulls through, and wakes up for the first time. He will laugh and joke at the twenty-five faces he wakes up to, say “you didn’t think All Might would go down that easily, did you?”

They’re too busy jostling each other in joy, and crying (just a bit, they swear, but it isn’t), and repeating, over and over, “i’m glad you woke up”, not actually in those words exactly. There’s far more swearing and hugs and affectionately barbed phrases than entirely necessary, but that’s alright. 

Because he’s okay.)

#boku no hero academia #bnha #my hero academia #mha #ageswap au #novelist answers #toshinori #inko #izuku #ageswap 1a #thank god that's a tag i have now #naomasa #gran torino #nana shimura #kind of an #ageswap fic #but also kind of not ahaha #blacknovelist writes #sorry this isn't necessarily what u said anon #i hope you like it anyway bc hey #you did say you like angst

[morfiction]

END GAME

END GAME

by

Michael Woodard

Welcome to Ultimate Quest IX!  

Press Start.

“Wow, uh, now what?” Shirley asks. She is in her room at her parent's house.  

“You make a character,” Tyler says. He is hunched under a blanket in the pick up parked in Shirely's parent's driveway. He is using his laptop.  

“I feel so stupid! There's no START button!” Shirley objects.

“Its a push button screen. Just press the word 'start,'” Tyler tells her.  

'So there's nine UltiQue games?” Shirley asks.  

Tyler chuckles. “Only five were released, out of order, in the USA,” he tells her.

“You PIRARED this game?” Shirely squirms and tosses her headset on the desk, looking panicky around the room to make sure she isn't watched. “I don't want to do anything illegal!”

“Don't worry, Shirl,” Tyler says.

'What?” she says as she puts the headset back on.

“--- I got it from the official translator of the project.”

“Cool! Who was that?”

“Cave Girl,” Tyler brags.

“WHO?” Shirley don't get it. “Strange name.”

“It's a pseudonym. Not even the game's programmers know her real name but she rakes in a fortune.”

“An ex-girlfiend of yours,” Shirley wants to know.

“I made a male barbarian named Claude.” Tyler says. “And, no, she is a famous recluse. She says she literally lives in a darn cave.” Tyler makes a hush noise. “In the UK somewhere is the rumor. Not a fact.”

“Bonnie!” Shirely says. “I can't decide from all of these jobs but I'll make a female named Bonnie.”

“Just push the randomizer button if you want,” Tyler sighs. It's freezing out here.”  

“I'm sorry, my dad knows you're out there but he still doesn't trust you.” Shirely glances at a shadow behind her. Her dad was walking past when he heard the remark.

“Okay, Kiddo! Claude can play from the living room couch while you play in your room. Alone. With the door locked. Alone.” Her father laughs. “Did I say 'alone' enough times.”

“Yes, dad,” Shirely says.  

The front door bangs shut. “Ooops! Just me!” Tyler says from the living room. “Tyler! Not Claude.”

Shirely's dad sticks his head over the bannister. “Get me all of the UltiQue games that are out now,” he says while looking Tyler in the eye.  

“There's twenty five, sir!” Tyler whines. He puts his laptop on the coffee table.

“Sir was my dad,” says Shirely's dad. “Call me Danny.” He whistles. “Twenty five?”

“What can I say? Cave Girl programmed the Amateur versions!” Tyler gloats. “Poor Imagineer doesn't know how she did it but she finished two or three of the company's projects all alone, even releasing the MMO teased three and six years back respectively.”

Danny sighs. “I would never afford all those games.” His cell phone rings. “Hello? … You're who? … and you what?  Listen, if you're some hacker I'll....!”  

Tyler shows his hands, palms out. “Cave Painting Studio?”

Danny nods. “Yah, she introduced herself as Tiffany and the voice is.... electronic?”  

Danny's phone beeps in his hand. “I'm shy! Think of me as mostly mute, sir... I mean Danny.” There's a groan. “Hope you don't mind I pushed your speaker button.”

Danny shrugs. “I sorta wish the games were playable on phones.”

“DONE!” Tiffany says. “Ooops, I mean I've already done that. Ignore the previous email.”  

Danny's phone starts to play a special synth version of what sounds like classical music.  

“Holy crap, who are you?” comes Shirely's voice from behind her locked bedroom door.

“Tiffany,” says Tiffany.

“Go away!” shouts Shirley. There's sounds of struggle afterward.  

Danny tosses his phone over the bannister at Kyle before turning to face Shirely’s door which is now slightly ajar for some reason. “You better not have anything to do with this!” he hisses at Tyler.

Tyler rushes up the stairs, dropping the phone in his pocket.  

“I can’t see what the hell is going on!” complains Tiffany from the phone in the pocket. Tyler ignores her.  A security camera at the top of the stairs swivels to watch as Tyler hits the second floor landing. “This feels so skeezy!” says Tifany’s voice from the camera.

Danny is the first into the room followed by Tyler. They collide in the middle of the room and stumble to make sense of what they are looking at. It’s Dylan, back again from who knows where. He is forcing Shirley to lay in the bed beneath him, his one hand over her mouth and the other on a shoulder.  

Shirley screams but the sound is muffled. Sitting on the window sill is one other guy Tyler hadn’t seen before but it is obvious he is an accomplice. There is a ladder pushed against the window from the outside and “Troll Girl” is at the bottom, holding it up.  

Tyler cannot see her just yet, but he can hear her whispered questions and complaints from where he stood.  

“You said you just wanted to talk to her!” complains Troll Girl. Behind her the siren of a police car can be heard. She panics, but holds onto the ladder for dear life anyway.  

Danny finally gains his voice: “What the hell are you doing back here to my daughter, you prick?”  

Dylan laughs. He raises his face to look at Shirley’s father. His eyes are glassy, not dilated. He squints at the light but his face has a grim smile on it. There’s blood on his lips which he licks at. “This tasty bitch thinks she can get away with carrying my child into the loving arms of some shit heel loser?  I don’t think so!” He glances at the lamp lighting the room and spits at it. His buddy kicks at it, knocking the lamp down, but it doesn’t break when it hits the floor.  

“That’s strange, I didn’t contact the police just yet,” says Tiffany. All at once a mechanical dog stands up from the corner amongst the other forgotten toys. Its fur is ragged & dirty. “Oh neat! I’m embodying a Doggerella doggie!” Tiffany comments before shutting herself up again.  

The police officers enter thru the front door of the house which nobody had bothered locking. “We have or orders,” one of the three men says to his fellows.  

Danny turns to them. “Arrest these fools!”  

The cop who had been speaking pulls his weapon and points it at Danny. “Those aren’t the orders, asshole.” Dylan laughs again.  

The mechanical doggie leaps at the one cop who had drawn his gun.  

The cop isn’t concerned. He fires at the small autonomaton. This proves a mistake as it manages to dodge the bullet and chomps hard onto the cop’s crouch. “Haha,” laughs the cop. “It doesn’t have teeth.”  

But that doesn’t matter as Cave Girl somehow modified it to emit an electric shock much like that of a taser, zapping the cop in his privates. He drops his gun and falls to the ground. Dylan’s friend grabs the gun from the floor.  

Troll Girl finally makes an appearance by climbing the ladder although there was no on to hold it for her. “Oh shit, I got to record this for the interwebs!” she says, holding her phone up to attempt a video recording. “Shit! What’s wrong with the phone?” she complains. “I can see their uniforms but not badges or faces at all thru this thing!”

“Sorry, young lady,” says one of the other cops. He draws his weapon and shoots at the camera on the phone, causing the bullet to pass through the viewfinder and strike a hole in Troll Girl’s head thru the eyeball. The mess is repugnant. “No witnesses, order said.”

Her body goes flying out the window. Dylan looks over his shoulder as it falls backward, muttering a curse. “Don’t shoot me!”  

“I’m not going to, boss,” says the second cop. “Though I might shoot yer buddy for holding a gun in my face.” He kicks at the toy doggie to dislodge it from his partner. Without wasting another bullet he stomps it.  

“I might as well go all out!” exclaims Cave Girl’s voice. Nearly a dozen household objects suddenly come to life and begin to harass the cops. From an electric toothbrush to the accessories for Shirley’s computer to less wholesome objects... The power cords attempt to constrict their legs while the blunt parts of the objects dive-bomb at them.  

“Get out of the house!” Cave Girl shouts. “You two dudes I mean, now!”  

“Not without Shirley!” exclaims Tyler.  

Dylan just laughs another time, but starts to scream as the waffle maker slams shut on his face and the flying coffee maker spills hot coffee in his eyes.  

Shirley squirms from his grip and trips to the floor trying to step over one of Dylan’s flailing legs. Dylan’s friend had picked that exact moment to shoot at her, but misses as he was aiming at where she was standing just as she fell beneath his aim.  

He doesn’t get a second shot as the mirror on the bureau explodes into his face. Tyler

& her father scramble to grab her from the floor and drag her from the bedlam.  

Just as they get her to the hallway and cross the threshold into her room, the door slams shut. “Get downstairs in a hurry! And leave the house. Take your phones and the laptop with you,” orders Cave Girl.  

“You are not kicking me out of my own home,” protested Danny even as he stepped down a few stairs, bringing up the rear because Tyler had scooped Shirley up off the floor and carried her like a bride sa he ran down the stairs two at a time.  When Danny was halwfway down the stairs and Tyler was a the fornt door, there was an explosion from upstairs.  

Danny was thrown over the bannister and fell into the middle of the couch. He wasn’t fazed one bit by the fall because he got up immediately and grabbed at Tyler’s laptop and both cell phones.  

Tyler had fallen backward with Shirley landing in his lap. She quickly got up since Tyler had accidentally lost control of his bladder due to fright.  “EW! Dad, my phone is in my room!” she said even as the sprinklers came on.  

“Get out! Ger out!” shouts Cave Girl. “I don’t think you will survive if you went back in there now.” She sighs. “I guess I took it a little too far in evacuating you from there, but it is important for you to escape these evil bastards.” Ding. “I just copied all your phone’s contents to a folder. I’ll download the stuff into a new one if you want, but... RUN!”  

One of the crooked cops had emerged from the smoking remains of Shirley’s room and started to fire at them. He didn’t hit any of them because as of yet his face was a bloody disfigured mess, but he was sure to be lucky soon enough.  

Tyler fumbled to pick Shirley up again but she fought her way to her feet and ran out the front door ahead of him and her father. A fire engine sounded its horn but only once. It was also making slow progress towards the burning house.  

The three of them ran in the opposite direction.  

[tobacconist]

dreams

dream no 1 -

i had a large jar of mercury (the metal) which i was playing with. cant remember exactly what i was doing, or why, but i remember sitting in my garden with a huge jar of it, mixing it with water and other stuff. i feel like i was going to drink it or something. in the dream, i felt like i was about 7 or 8 years old, i used to play with random stuff and do ‘experiments’ or ‘make potions’ when i was a kid, and that is what it felt like. part way through i realised ‘holy shit, mercury is incredibly poisonous and bad for the enviroment’ i spilled some of it on my hand and started freaking out, not only because ‘holy shit im going to have mercury poisoning’ but also because ‘holy shit i have a huge heavy container of mercury that i had no idea how to dispose of’. i started crying, and ran to my mum shouting ‘im so sorry ive done something bad please help’ she walked out fairly nonchalantly in her dressing gown with an atmosphere of ‘ah great, what the fuck has he done this time’  i led her out into the garden to the tap and showed it to her. i was freaking out and panicking trying to tell her where i spilled it on my hand, and where it had spilled in the garden. i was saying ‘we need to find A LOT of sulphur to neutralise it’  there was a big bathtub, in it a washing up basin, and in that the jar of mercury. nonchalantly, she filled the bathtub with more water, then lifted it up with one hand and jus tipped it onto the garden. then i started freaking out more like ‘holy shit! why did you do that!?? our garden is going to be contaminated forever now!’  she didnt really seem to care. i spent the rest of the dream walking around and panicking. the place on my hand where i spilled it started to tingle and feel heavy. i felt so ashamed of what i had done and wished i could just turn back time and stop it from happening. then i woke up, and felt incredibly relieved that none of it actually happened.

dream no 2 - 

i cant remember how this one started, but i was arriving home with my dog from a walk. he didnt have his lead on for some reason.  just as i was going through the door, i noticed a man with a little girl (presumably his daughter) also walking up the steps to my front door. i started to panic, because my dog doesnt really like strangers, and i didnt want him to start barking at them or bite them. i quickly grabbed his collar, and pulled him into the living room, and waited for my mum to talk to the guy and see what he wanted. as i sat there, i noticed a large group of people also standing on the kinda balcony in front of my living room, facing the window, but it didnt seem like they could see me.  i felt anxious, and also annoyed that so many people would decide to come to my house all at once, like, thats jus what i (and my dog) need right now. there were atleast 9 people there, cant remember many of their faces, but i remember a few young women with short hair.  suddenly, they all started moving singefile towards the door. then one guy saw me through the window, and did a ‘wanker’ sign at me. i made the gesture back at him, miming as if i had a massive cock.  he looked like, 2010-era goth. long hair, but no beard. wearing a metallica or iron maiden t shirt. looked kinda like a manly woman. then he was in the room with me. i was annoyed at him, but i was trying to be cool. he kept taunting me by saying stupid shit, and i started being more and more passive agressive to him.  i cant remember what happened next, but i remember he was runnin round me room acting like a fucking idiot, and i had had enough at this point. i told him to get the fuck out of my house, but he kept laughing and running around some more. i tried to run at him and punch him in the face, but in typical dream fashion he dodged at the last moment and laughed at me. i tried again, and the same happened. i was getting ready to do it again, when he bumped into one of the speakers by the tv in the living room and fell over. i ran up to him, and kicked him square in the nuts as hard as i could. he made some kind of dumb comment or lame pun that i cant remember now; and then i woke up.

dream no 3 -

hmmm now this is the weirdest one. not even sure how much i want to put down in words. suffice it to say, in this dream i had a buttplug in my ass, and whenever i squeezed my butthole, it would feel good. eventually i started ejaculating uncontrollably. like, 6 or 7 ‘pumps’ of thick ropes of spunk. around pump number 5 i realised i was dreaming and started waking up, and when i did, lo and behold i had spunked in real life also, all inside ma pants; though not as much. very strange because i have almost never gotten wet dreams in the past, even when i was younger. apart from this time, id say its probably only happened once before that i can remember when i was ~13. also strange because i had jerked off before i went to bed also, so i didnt know i even had any juice left.

all of these dreams took place during the day, because i am a nocturnal animal. dream no 1 i think i woke about 12/1pm; dream no 2 probably about 4pm, and dream no 3 mere moments ago at about 6pm.

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