can you father my children please

Sour Girl

 Warning: Smut, DD/LG Kink, Daddy kink, Age Gap, Spankings, Language, A Little Bit of Clark Kent ;), Slight Angst, (OC is not under-aged, she’s 23)

Summary: “Little girls get spankings..”

Author’s Note: I combined two request together; hope you enjoy :) 

Request(s): 1. “Hii, i was watching married with children and there’s a scene when somebody ask to the girl “is he your daddy?” And she asked “Oh no, he’s my father” it was so funny, can you do something like that with Bruce idk but in the other way, like “is he your father” “oh no, he’s my daddy” and Bruce reacting I bet will be funny, I hope is not too kinky lmao, sorry for my English btw”

2. “Can you please make some smut of Bruce being mad cuz the oc is way too young and she made fun of him acting like a brat or childlike and he’s going all “oh you wanna act like a little girl? Well, little girls get spanking.” also height difference cuz Ben Affleck is fucking 6′4 asdghk”

I watched as the small minx pranced around the kitchen in nothing but a pale pink, silk baby doll top and matching ruffled shorts. I had a business party to go to, and she was busying spilling pink lemonade all over the marble island. I was having second thoughts about bringing her along. I knew how people gave us dirty looks at these type of events, not only because of the scandalous dresses that clung to her tight body but the fact that I was above 35 years old and she was in her early twenties. It was fairly hard to keep up with her, the messes, uncontrollable hormones and high sex drive. But I wasn’t complaining, I couldn’t.

“Y/N, go upstairs and get dress. We don’t have time.” I walked over cleaning the sticky, sugary liquid off of the counter.   

“No..I don’t wanna.” She pouted, poking her bottom lip out more than usual. 

I turned, squinting my eyes at the hardheaded young woman in front of me. I hovered over her as a smug grin pulled at the corners of her plush lips. She stood on the tips of her toes, tugging at the black silk tie I was wearing. Her fingers brushing over the collar of my shirt, her small leg sliding in between my muscular ones. 

“You always looked so nice in a suit, Brucey.”  

I cringed at the nickname, and my jaw clenched feeling her small hand gripping my growing bulge. I rolled my neck in frustration, yanking her harshly by her bicep, bringing her closer to my body, almost lifting her off of her feet.

“Go upstairs and get dressed. I’m not going to tell you again.” I growled, pushing her towards the staircase. 

I realized that my bad temper did nothing but cause the bubbling excitement in her to erupt. The way her thighs clenched together and how her tongue snaked out to lick her lips obviously told it all. She stomped her foot and cross her arms as if she was a child that refused to go to bed when told to. 

“I said I don’t wanna. I don’t like how all those men stare at me like I’m a piece of meat.” She looked down at her bare feet with her arms behind her back, twisting to and fro. 

I walked back over to her, lifting her head up by her chin, my 6′4 frame towering over 5′2 one. 

“I wouldn’t dare let anyone lay a finger on you. Now, stop being a brat and throw on something pretty for daddy.” I gave her perfect ass a slap before she ran up the stairs to our bedroom, giggling. 

She was acting more bratty than usual, which made my palm twitch, maybe it was that time of the month for her. I put the pitcher of pink lemonade back into the fridge after pouring the half empty glass down the drain. She wanted to get the best out of me, I knew how badly she wanted me to take her over my knee and chastise her until her perfectly round ass was a pretty picture painted with black and blue. I wasn’t going to let her get me, not like that last time when she nearly wrecked the batmobile. I remember how she was barely able to get out of bed the following morning.     

About 25 minutes go by, I gave another look at my watch, she was still upstairs, doing god knows what. 

“We have 15 minutes to get there. What’s taking you so damn long?!” I yell upstairs, leaning my arm against the wooden banister. 

“Yeah, yeah.. I’m coming grandpa.”

I rolled my eyes at the childish remark before hearing the clicking of heels against wood, I rose my head being greeted by crimson red silk, sculpted collarbones and tight brown curls. 

“How do I look, grandpa?” She twirled around, her dress following behind her.

Before she could reach the last step, I grabbed her forearm , my mouth inches apart from hers. 

“Keep making those little jokes and you’ll have matching cheeks to go with that dress.” I smirked, pecking the tip of her nose.

She muttered something under her breath about old people on our way to the car, causing my jaw to clench and my palm to twitch for the 10th time this night. I held the door open, as she slid onto the Italian leather seats, the slit of her dress opening up a little more than it should, revealing that she’s bare underneath. I took a deep breath after closing the door, adjusting my collar, walking over to the driver’s side. The car ride consisted of dress lifting, thigh grabbing and sly remarks. God, how the hell was I going to get through this night?  

Once we stepped inside the luxurious mansion, we were already plummeted with glares and scoffs but soon welcomed with a warming smile and aligned liquors. 

“Glad you could make it Bruce.” Clark chimed, giving my shoulder an hearty grip. 

I returned the gesture with a friendly one-armed hug, Clark’s eyes wondered to the side of me causing me to pull away and my eyebrows to furrow. It wasn’t long until I noticed that Y/N was giving him bedroom eyes. 

“Is he your father?” Clark questioned as if I wasn’t standing right in front of them. 

“Oh no, he’s my daddy.”

My mouth parted open and my cock twitched against the zipper of my dress pants at her unexpected, shameless response. She looked up at me, giving me cherubic, doe eyes beneath long lashes, wrapping her tongue around the skinny straw of her dirty martini. I blinked at her twice before turning to Clark. 

“Excuse us.” I smiled keeping my lips in a firm, thin line before tugging Y/N off into the women’s bathroom. 

I gripped her chin harshly, my index and middle finger holding her face still as I cornered her against the wall. She looked up at me with those innocent eyes, again, as if she didn’t just call me her daddy in front of Clark fucking Kent.  

“You think you can just get away with acting like a spoiled brat tonight? Huh?”

My fingers digging more into the skin of her cheeks, hard enough to leave light red marks in the shape of fingertips. I smiled as she winced and shook her head vigorously, her rosy cheeks slightly mushed together causing her lips to pucker a bit. 

“You like acting like a little girl?” I snatched her by the thin straps of her dress, “Little girls get spankings..”

My cock throbbed at the struggled gasp that escaped her lips as I bent her over the sink of the public women’s bathroom. I lifted up the skimpy, red silk being greeted by her bare plump ass. I groaned at the sight, my hands running over the delicate skin of her ass cheeks, prepping her for the stinging sensation that she was about to endure. 

“I want you to count. If you lose count, I will start over.” I warned and she nodded willingly. 

I took a deep breath before my large hand slammed against the soft pad of her left ass cheek. I grinned to myself hearing the soft mewls rolling off her deceitful tongue. 

“1..” She choked out.

I could hear the tears already erupting in her voice which made my pants tighten a little more than they should have. I smirked as a bright red hand print started to form on the surface of the skin. I lifted my hand up, slamming it down once again, watching her tiny body jolt up in pleasurable agony. I did that about several times while she counted before our safe word slipped pass her quivering lips. I took a step back, basking in the sight of her swelling cheeks. She attempted to stand up straight but failed miserably, I wrapped my arms around the small of her back, my lips grazing the prominent vein on her neck, inhaling her succulent scent of milk and honey.

“This is what happens when little girls want to act like little whores.” I gestured towards her cherry tinted ass.

“I’m very sorry daddy.” She poked her bottom lip out , gaze to the bathroom floor.

I kissed her forehead gently , before helping stand up straight. She seethed as her fingertips brushed against her ass while fixing the skirt of her dress. I adjusted my tie whilst she wiped the smeared mascara from under her eyes.

“We’re going home. I need to have you.” I engulfed her hand in mine, bringing her knuckles up to my lips before leaving the bathroom back into the crowd of drunken snobs.

We urged through the crowd just to be stopped by Clark once again. I was nearly on the verge of losing my patience. I needed to have her now. I couldn’t help but get rock, hard at how flustered Y/N gets after a well-deserved punishment.

“Awe, leaving so soon?” Clark pouted, his words slightly slurred. Superman was tipsy, ha.

“Yeah, Y/N isn’t really well.” I put on a mock frown, before giving him a manly shoulder grip then exiting through the front door.

The car ride back composed of Y/N continuously folding and uncrossing her legs, almost similar to the car ride here. I didn’t get the chance to open the car door for her, before it flung open widely, and she jumped into my arms, her hands grabbing at my face and her lips providing me with sloppily, gift-wrapped kisses. I held her up by the backs of her thighs as I fought with the keys and lock of the large house we shared. We stumbled inside after finally managing to open the door, our lips still attached to each other’s. I let out a growl feeling her break the heated kiss before she pushed me on my back to the leather couch. She swung her legs over mine, as she fumbled with the buttons of my dress shirt after pushing my blazer off. I pushed the skimpy straps pass her shoulders exposing her perfectly, taut buds. I bowed my head, taking the left one into my mouth, my tongue creating circular motions around the peak. I watched in awe as she threw her head back, hair tousled over her the high points of her cheeks. Her small hands finding their way to undo my belt and slacks, that crooked smile displayed across her face as my rock, solid cock sprung out of my briefs. She took a hold of my cock in her hands, her thumb sweeping up the bead of precum that managed to form in the slit, earning a low groan from me. Her hand teasingly squeezing around my cock causing my breath to hitch and my body to stiffen. She started to rotate, up and down on my dick, in a torturing slow pace.

“Don’t tease me, doll.” I warned through clenched teeth.

“You’re no fun Batsy.” She gave me a mock pout before scooting back on her haunches, her grip tightened on my cock as she wrapped her soft lips around my tips, her tongue making long stokes up the sides.

Then she took all of me into her mouth reminding of how talented she was at this. I grabbed a fistful of her gathering it up in my hands before tugging roughly, effecting my cock to probe the back of her throat, smalls gags being muffled. She looked at me with doe eyes, smiling brightly with a mouthful.

“You’ve always looked so pretty with my cock down your throat.”

She nodded knowingly, her head bobbing back and forth , edging my release. I tugged her up by the mock ponytail I formed, refusing to cum without being inside of her first. I ran my thumb over the speck of spit and pre cum on her bottom lip, leaning down to tug at it with my teeth. She giggled against my lips sending vibrations throughout my body.

“I wanna ride you daddy.” Her tongue grazed over lip before she climbed onto my lap, wrapping her legs around my hips.

I was in complete fulfillment when she slid herself onto me, my hands went immediately to her waist, out of habit, guiding her up and down on my cock. Her hands tangled up into my unruly hair, tugging and pulling as she rode my cock. I smirked as my first name escaped from her soft lips causing me to bury myself deeper inside of her.

“You like that slut? Huh?” She moaned, nodding her head vigorously. “You’re so fucking tight.” I purred against her pulse.

I thrust into her a few more times before grabbing her by hips, flipping her on her side. She wrapped her left leg around mine as I held the back of her right thigh. I pull out of her almost completely then submerging my cock into her cunt, my balls slapping against her puckered hole.

“Harder.. Please.” She begged as I witnessed her eyes flutter and roll back.

I granted her wish, plowing harder into her, the feeling of worry crept in the back of my mind, at the thought of nearly tearing her apart. I wrapped my arms around her rib cage , my fingers toying with her rose bud nipples.

“Cum for me, little girl. Come on, cum for daddy.” I whispered, my hands snaking down her navel to the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs.

“Bruc-” Her gravelly voice was soon interrupted by the contracting of her cunt around my cock and the clenching in her stomach from her euphoric release.

I held her tighter to my body, thrusting into her practically lifeless body, riding into my orgasm, strings of my hot seed spewing into her heated mound. I wasted no time before I trailed kisses from the valley of her belly button down to the soft coils. My tongue flicked at her clit , gazing up at the beautiful nymph above me as she thrashed and squirmed underneath my tongue, cleaning up the concoction of our cum. I lifted my head, meeting my lips with hers letting her get a taste of the new flavor we created. I coddled her in my arms, pulling the sheet over her getting a glance at the fading red blotches formed from tonight’s earlier events, the room silencing from the frantic breathing.  Y/N examined me with squinted eyes tugging at the skin of her bottom lip with damp hair pressed to my chest. 

“How come you don’t call me your girlfriend?” She broke the silence. 

I clenched my jaw, sensitive about this particular subject. 

“Y/N, you know how I feel about-” 

“Don’t give me that. We’ve been together for 1 year and 8 months, and you still haven’t labeled me as your girlfriend. Are you embarrassed to be with me because I’m younger, or shall I say a little girl ?“She began to remove herself from my grip but I refused by pulling her back tightly to my chest before lifting up her face by the chin, forcing her to look at me, blinking away the tears that dared to fall.

“I love you. Don’t ever say I’m embarrassed of you. You’re my everything.. Lover, partner, soulmate, girlfriend, hopefully wife.” I gave her nose a soft peck watching her lips curl into the smile that I adore so much. 

“Really? Wife?” She attempted to hide her smile with her hands before I grabbed them. 

“Yes. Really.” I gave her lips one more longing kiss before she snuggled up to my chest. 

“I love you more, Batsy.”

“You are the most selfish, hateful person I know.”

“We will never accept you as a man. You are too small to ever be a real man.”

“You will always be a sad tiny girl pretending to be a man.”

“No one will love you.”

“This isn’t normal.”

“Do this for us. Stop taking the T.”

“See how you are killing your father and I?”

“Go away, whatever you are”

“Could you not call anymore? I hate your voice it upsets me.”

These are all things my family has said to me. I just want love. I just want to hear it’s okay, we’ll try.

But that love isn’t for me. I want it to be though. I want it to be so bad. Your transgender children want love. If you are parent, sibling, friend and saying these things to a loved one. Please stop. Please think about your words.

Sticks and stones can break my bones but words from loved ones leave scars deeper then any stick can cut and stone can break.


Iron Crown

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jinyoung

Rating: R

Warning: Domestic abuse

Word Count: 5,900

Summary: As the Crown Princess of Vitus, your land has always been peaceful. When your power-hungry Uncle decides to stop paying the tithe though, things take a turn for the worse. The vampires who reside in the mountains are not happy and in retaliation - they set their sights on you. 

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The one where you just can’t do it anymore.

A/N This is the first part of the Divorce Series. I hope you enjoy it. I’m really looking forward to writing these series. Let me know if you liked it or what do you want to see happen. Should continue writing it? ENJOY!

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Eight years pt.2

A/N- Hey! Omg I want to thank everyone for their lovely comments and for reading the fic. I so so grateful, like I’m crying. It got such a good response. Thank you all so so much x 

If I continue with this there will be smut, just not yet ~ sorry. 

Part 1 ~ Part 3 ~

Originally posted by cuteguk

*Jungkook’s flash back*  

Jungkook had met Seokjin in college, they were instant. So when his dear called him for lunch he was happy to accept. He didn’t know that this lunch would consist of Seokjin asking him to become the CEO of his company. He was shocked to say the least. 

“Jin why?” Jungkook asked curious why he would want to give up such a powerful job. 

“Moonbyul is pregnant with twins!” Jin says over joyed. 

“And you already have two. Man, your busy in the bedroom.” Jungkook chuckles. 

“Yeah, well I love my wife, and she’s sexy as fuck. But I want to be there for my children and get to see them grow up. I don’t want to be my father whom was to busy to come home for dinner and fucked his assistant, not that I would, I’m just saying. So please just take it over. I know you can do it!” Seokjin smiles, trying to sweeten the deal. 

“I’m happy were I am. I may not be a CEO, but I’m happy.” 

“Look my top adviser is the best in the business, I mean this women is amazing. She closes more deals then I eat, which is saying a lot.” Jin chuckles. 

“What’s her name?” 


Here your name was enough for Jungkook. He took the job. You were his first love. It broke his heart when you stopped talking to him, he didn’t know what happened. He, like you, kept his feelings in. Jungkook now released that was the most idiotic thing hes ever done, and hes friends with Taehyung, king of ‘let’s do it!’ 

*End of flash back*  

Going to work made you nervous in the passing weeks. But you soon got back in the swing of things. Jungkook, as much as you hate to admit it, he was great at what he does. He amazing. Working so closely with him you started to loosen up and have fun with him like you used to. It was nice, but this was a whole new playing field, This wasn’t eight years ago. You and Jungkook where both adults… with desires. Why did he have to be so fucking prefect. There was times when you stayed late with him working on a deal. He would be leaning over your shoulder looking at the screen, you could smell his husky scent. His lips inches from yours. It was killing you. 

“Okay, Y/N, how about we leave it here for tonight, and get some sleep?” Jungkook asks, standing up from his desk and stretching his limbs. 

“Yes, we should!” You jump up putting your shit in your bag and putting your coat on. Jungkook chuckles. 

“Let’s go.” Jungkook holds the door open for you. You both walk to the lift and get on. Jungkook presses the ground floor. Just as it starts to close Hoseok, a co worker join the both of you. 

“Hey Y/N, how are you?” He smiles bright at you. 

“I’m good Hobi, you?” Jungkook flinches at you using his nickname. You smile bright at Hoseok. 

“I was wondering if your free on Friday night, I’d take you out?” You gasp. 

“I would love to, Hobi.” You smile. 

“Great, I’ll pick you up at eight.” Jungkook rolls his eyes, at what is unfolding in front of him. He sees a radiant smile across your face. He feels jealous running through his body, he wishes that smile was for him. 

It was finally Friday, you were excited to be going out with Hoseok. You wanted to get Jungkook out of your head. He was invading it like the plague. You had just finished writing up a document for Jungkook. You knocked on his office door. You enter when you hear a faint, ‘come in’. 

“I finished the document on the Park deal.” You walk over to his desk and set the file in front of him. Jungkook looks up at you, he gets up from his desk and walks around til hes backing you against his desk. He looks like hes about to kiss you, but he leans in and touches your cheek. 

“You had an eyelash.” You gasp at how close he was, he smirks. Little did you know he was only doing this to see if you were interested in being more than co works, which you obviously were by the way your breath hitched. Jungkook wanted you all to himself, but like eight years ago, he was shit scared of saying his feelings. 

“Thanks for the file.” He returns to his seat and you run out of his office. 

Jungkook stunt had quite the effect on you. So that’s why you were hoping Hoseok who fuck your brains out tonight. You put on your sexiest lingerie and got dressed. There was a knock at your door, you look to the clock on your dressing table. It read 7:30, Hoseok wouldn’t be this early would he. Good thing you were ready early, you slip on your heels and walk to the door, smoothing out your dress. You open the door, shocked. 

“Jungkook, what are you doing here?” You ask. 

“Don’t go out with him.” Jungkook says softly. 

“What?” Your stuned you don’t know what to say. 

“Y/N your not the only one who was in love back then. I loved you, too. I just thought you didn’t like me that way, so I never told you. So please don’t go out with Hoseok, please. Just stay and I’ll tell you everything.” 

Your mind is blown, with what hes saying. Is he here? What is happening? Jeon Jungkook loved you… what? You both stood in front of one another. Should you give into your desire, the love you never lived? 

“Please, Y/N. I love you.” 

A/N- This is so short, sorry. I hope y’all like it. Message me if you want a part three. Please give feed back, it’s always appreciated!

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Heirs (Thor X Pregnant!Wife!Reader)

Characters: Thor X Pregnant!Wife!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers, Thor

Warnings: None

Request: Could you please do a Thor fic where the Asgardianreader, they had an arranged marriage, but after a year of being married, they fell in love. Odin’s in Odinsleep so Thor’s king and Y/N’s queen, and she’s pregnant with their first child? Could it be like her telling him she’s pregnant his reaction, and then skip to the birth, where she has twins, a boy, Aleksandr, and a girl, Ingrid. 

Originally posted by werevampiwolf

Being of royal blood, it was inevitable that you were to marry. You had actually been engaged since you were old enough to read, but you only met your fiancé when you were a while older, old enough to understand that one day, you would be marrying him. When you did meet your fiancé, you came face to face with a dashing young boy with blonde locks and blue eyes- a face you knew as the future king, Thor Odinson.

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anonymous asked:

Hi dad I thought you'd be happy to know that on top of archery I can now also forge a knife from a railroad spike, all my plants have names, I'm slowly increasing my amount of button up shirts, and my collection of bones from the woods is growing!! Are you proud?

I’m so proud!! My children are so beautiful. Please come put your elderly father out of their misery when I’m on my death bed. Just railroad knife me clean in the face and harvest my bones. You have my permission.

anonymous asked:

I just finished scrolling through your werewolf!AU and, Howard and Tony's relationship is just so precious?? This entire world is just too pure for my heart <3 I'm just slightly curious though, if it's alright to ask, how would future Howard react to the AI JARVIS? Or would this be in the timeframe where he was 'destroyed' by Ultron?

I find Age of Ultron to be Nonsense of the Highest Order so I try to avoid that when I can. (I’m a monster because I can’t have children???? It’s all Tony’s fault??? FUCK. THAT. NOISE.)

I think Howard would be pleased with JARVIS. Edwin Jarvis was not Tony’s father figure growing up but he was one of Howard’s dearest friends.

(“A friend that serves you?” Tony asked once, confused, concerned, too young to know better.

“There’s nothing wrong with working in the service industry,” Howard informed him sternly. “They are not less. Also Jarvis can totally kick my ass and I’m pretty sure the only reason he doesn’t is because it would upset your mother.”

“It would not,” Maria squawks, offended. “Jarvis, beat my husband up.”

Jarvis sighs wearily in the background as Howard and Maria squabble.)

I think Howard would feel incredibly humbled and touched that his friend is immortalized in this way. He knows it would have hurt Tony to have his mother or father’s voice for his AI. Jarvis always did look after Tony when Howard and Maria were burning their candles at both ends for the company and charity and politics. Jarvis had no problem with “the werewolf thing” and even when Maria had just brought her pup home and was snappy and growly, Jarvis had still tried to insist on her eating a little something.

Part Six: A Prior Engagement

You can find previous installments here.

L’Orphelinat et L’Hôpital des Anges, Edinburgh, Scotland.

A noise caught my attention as I wandered aimlessly about the garden.

“We have to see her!” My heart dropped to my toes as I realized it was Willie Fraser’s voice, “Will you tell her we’re here, please?”

I heard echoes of “please” as all the children chimed in. A wave of pain washed over me as I pressed my face against the cold stone wall that separated us. They’d be at the gate, having been greeted by one of the sisters.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, children,” Sister Margaret’s gentle tone was my undoing. I slid to the ground, burying my face in my knees as the children I so treasured begged to see me.

“Oh, but you’ve got to!” Ellen exclaimed, her determination so like her father’s. “We have to speak to her.”

“She’s our nanny,” Marsali explained.

Joan piping in, “We want her back!”

We want her back.

“I’m so very sorry, but Claire is in seclusion. She won’t see anyone.”

“She’ll see us!” Jenny was adamant, “I know she will!”

There was a pause and I heard Maggie mournfully beseech, “I want to show her my finger.”

The precious darling has hurt herself and you’re the one she wants to see, Beauchamp. You’re the one she wants to make it all better. Not her father, not her housekeeper, you.

But I couldn’t make it better. I couldn’t even make it remotely better. All I could do is make things worse.

With that thought, I rose and ran from the garden, leaving the chorus of petitions to see me in the dust.

Mother Hildegard smiled compassionately at me, tucking a wayward curl behind my ear. “You’ve been unhappy, Claire, and I’m sorry for it.”

I weakly attempted a smile in return, but I knew she would see right thru it. She was the closest thing I had to a mother and she often seemed to know be better than I knew myself.

“Why did they send you back to us?” The question held only a suggestion of reproach.

“They didn’t,” I turned to look out the window, avoiding her gaze. “I left.”

A tender hand cupped my cheek and turned my face, “Look at me, ma chère. Tell me what happened.”

Tears threatened to spill for the millionth time today as I began, “I was frightened.”

“Were they unkind to you?” she bristled.

“Oh, no!” I hurried to explain, “No, not at all. It’s just that I was — I was confused. I felt like — I’ve never felt that way before, Mother Hildegard…” I swallowed hard before continuing, “I couldn’t stay and I knew that if I came back here, I’d be away from it. I would be safe here.”

She shook her head, well aware of my flight-over-fight tendencies. “Running from your problems will not solve them, Claire, it only makes them grow. What is it that you feel you cannot face?”

Jamie’s face swam into view as my tears dripped off the end of my nose.

“I can’t face him again.”

The Reverend Mother’s eyes slid shut a moment as a small smile graced her lips, “Ah, I see. The Captain, yes?”

I nodded, accepting the tissue she offered.

“Are you in love with him, ma chère?”

The word love sent a jolt of electricity down my spine, clenching the muscles of my lower abdomen, and made me want to run for the hills.

“I don’t know!” I sobbed, “I don’t know! Lady Dunsaney told me— she said that I was and — and that he was in love with me, but I didn’t want to believe it. There were times when I would — when I looked at him, I could hardly breathe!”

Her weathered hand took mine, “Did you let him see how you felt?”

I shrugged, sniffing, “If I did, I didn’t know it. That’s why I couldn’t stay. I couldn’t stand to be near him and know that he was promised to another, but here I can! I can forget about him and how he made me feel. I can work with you, here at the hospital, and do what I know I was made to do!”

“Ma chère, you were made with a great capacity to love, it is what enables you to be such a wonderful nurse,” she gripped my hand tightly, “but you must find out how God wants you to spend your love. You must go back.”

All of the air seemed to leave my lungs in a great whoosh.

“No! You can’t ask me to do that! Please, let me stay!”

“You have to face your problems, Claire,” she pulled me into her arms. “You know we will all be praying for you and that God will be with you as you go. He’ll never leave, nor forsake you, ma chère, but you have to live the life that you were born to live.”

Lallybroch, Scotland.

“You left without saying goodbye,” Jamie’s eyes were fathomless blue depths, iced over with hurt and betrayal, “even to the children.

I flinched, “I know. Forgive me?”

He tilted his head, studying me with furrowed brows, “Why did you?”

“Please don’t ask me that,” my heart leapt into my throat. “Besides, the reason no longer exists.”

One eyebrow arched in question, his mouth opening to speak, but was interrupted as Lady Geneva walked onto the veranda.

“Nurse Claire, you’ve returned! Isn’t it wonderful, James?” She slipped her hand into the crook of his arm, patting it possessively.

A cold fist tightened around my heart as I spoke the words I had mentally rehearsed, “I wish you every happiness, Lady Dunsaney, and you too, Captain. The children tell me you’re going to be married.”

“Thank you, my dear,” she smugly replied.

I nodded to the both of them and turned, making my way to the door where the children had just exited.

You’ve done it, Beauchamp. Now just keep walking. The worst is behind you.

My heart stopped all together as the Captain asked, “You’re back to stay, aye?”

Don’t let him see it, Beauchamp.

I straightened my shoulders and turned to look over my shoulder at the two of them.

“Only until you find another nanny.”

Unable to sleep and unable to stay within the walls of the house, I made my way to the back garden. It was a secluded little spot, not visible from any of the bedrooms, and I knew I would have the privacy I needed to sort thru the events of the day. Brushing a few dried leaves off a wooden bench, I sat and let my tears run freely.

“Hello,” a sudden voice sounded behind me, spoken by the last person in the world I wanted to see right now, and it made me jump. “I thought I might find ye here.”

I hastily brushed the sleeve of my shirt across my eyes, swallowing hard before asking, “Was there something you wanted?”

He walked around the bench, stopping to stand at the other end, and waved my offer away, “Nae, no’ at all. Mind if I join ye?”

Mind? Of course, I mind, you bloody Scot.

I was thankful for the darkness. It not only hid my tears, but the near mutinous look I gave him. He took my lack of answer as an invitation and sat less than an arm’s length away from me. Warmth rushed to my cheeks as I realized how magnificent he looked in the moonlight.

You’re hopeless, Beauchamp, absolutely hopeless.

“I — ah — was thinking, ye ken —” he stammered, breaking the awkward silence, “an’ I was wondering — about two things, really —”

I looked at him, noticing that his brogue became more pronounced when he was flustered, and realizing that he was more than a little uncomfortable. As if he felt my eyes on him, he turned to face me as well.

Our gazes met and, for the life of me, I couldn’t look away.

“Why did ye leave?” He asked, his voice low. “And what was it tha’ made ye come back?”

I left because I loved you and I came back to see if the feeling was mutual.

Instead, I answered, “I have an obligation to fulfill and I came back to fulfill it.”

“Mhmm,” came his reflexive Scottish reply, his eyes seeing right thru me, “Is tha’ all?”


“And I missed the children,” I blurted.

Well, while that wasn’t all of it, it certainly wasn’t a lie.

“Oh, aye, but — ah — only the children? I was hoping that ye — ah — perhaps ye might — well—” his hand rubbed at the back of his neck as he took a deep breath and plunged ahead, “‘tis just that nothin’ was the same when ye were away and all will be wrong again after ye leave, an’ — I thought — maybe — ye could change your mind?”

He’s asking me to stay.

I reflexively stood and backed away from the bench, words that I didn’t mean tumbling out of my mouth, “I’m sure Lady Dunsaney will be able to set things right for you.”

Jamie stood as well, shaking his head and closing the distance between us, “Please, let me–”

“Good night, Captain,” I interrupted him and turned, praying he’d let me walk away.


I froze.

He’d never called me by name. I was always Nurse Claire or Mistress Claire or even just Nurse, but never Claire, and never like that.

“The engagement is off, Claire. I canna mary Geneva when I’m in love wi’ you.”

I couldn’t move or speak as Jamie came to stand in front of me.

Tha gaol agam ort, mo nighean donn.

“What did you say?” I asked, feeling rather breathless.

“I said I love you.” He reached for my hand and I let him take it. Sliding my fingers between his, I leaned into him. His other arm came around me as he held me close.

“Do you ken the first moment I fell in love wi’ ye?” The question vibrated thru his chest cavity, sending shock waves all the way down to my toes. I tipped my head to look up at him and he smiled, “‘Twas when ye sat on that wee pine-cone at dinner.”

“I think mine was when you blew that silly whistle,” I admitted.

I heard his breath catch before he whispered, “Then ye feel the same?”

“Yes,” I answered, in that same, hushed tone.

Jamie’s face softened, taking on a gentleness that I had never seen before.

“I would verra much like to kiss ye, Claire,” Jamie’s hand moved to cup my cheek, “may I?”

“Please,” I begged.

He lowered his lips to mine and I melted into him.

Wrapping my arms about his neck, I tangled my fingers in his curls. Jamie began to break away much before I was ready and I stood on tiptoe, moving with him, silently imploring him to continue. A warmth welled up within me as he responded by pulling me tighter against him, his hand moving to my lower back.

We came up for air, at length, and stood grinning at each other like school children.

“I love you, James Fraser.”

I had been convinced all day that today was the day Jamie was going to propose to me.

Every moment had been full of beautifully orchestrated opportunities: a leisurely stroll thru Lallybroch’s extensive gardens, tea for two at a cozy little cafe in Broch Mordha, a scenic drive to Inverness where we window-shopped and dreamed of a future together.

But the moment I knew without a doubt that something was afoot was when he insisted on buying me the dress I had fallen in love with. He’d even convinced me to change into it there at the boutique. Jamie casually mentioned that he’d been meaning to try the restaurant across the street, asking if I was hungry for dinner, while I was behind the closed door of the dressing room. Then he grinned like the proverbial cat who had swallowed the canary as we sat down at our private table.

And, yet, the question remained unasked.

The meal had ended and we were now back in the car. I couldn’t help but feel a little miffed as we rode in almost silence. It wasn’t quite dark yet as we pulled into the drive, but the manor house was alight, every window gleaming. There were white lights twinkling in every shrubbery and the front door stood open, beckoning us in with a pathway of strewn flower petals.

Jamie offered his hand as he opened my door, inquiring, “Ready?”

This was it.

“Yes,” I whispered.

We climbed front steps together and stepped over the threshold in tandem. I could hear Maggie’s giggle from the entryway, followed by whirlwind of “shh”s from her siblings. I squeezed Jamie’s hand and he squeezed mine right back. After walking thru the second set of doors, we could now see what all the commotion was about.

There, standing at attention in perfect spacing, were all of the children. Each of them held a sort of placard with a letter on it. It took me only a moment to realize that it spelled:


My hand flew to my mouth, but I was unable to contain my wordless exclamation of joy.

“And… switch!” Ellen commanded.

All at once, they turned their cards over, revealing:


I laughed as Marsali quickly yanked Joan to her side and Maggie followed, closing the gap that had been the space between the first two words.

Jamie moved beside me, going down on one knee. He took a small, black box out of his pocket and opened it. I wasn’t sure if it was my tears or the refraction of the chandelier’s light that made the diamond shimmer and gleam.

“Will ye, Claire?”

Finding words impossible, I nodded and pulled him to his feet. Time stood still as I kissed him, my heart taking in every detail of the moment.

The deep, masculine scent of his cologne.

The feel of his lips against mine.

The rush of the children as they crowded around us, each expressing their utmost happiness over my answer.

The look in his eyes as he pulled away, every thundering heartbeat echoing my promise of undying love.


EXO Wolf: Reaction to their children fighting and it’s getting serious

Xiumin: *Baekhyun is one of their children* “You can hit your sibling like that. Don’t get into that violent habit” 

Originally posted by baekhyuntella

Luhan: *Gets in between the fight* “Hey hey hey! Be careful with my face! You don’t want your father to look like a beaten up wolf!!”

Originally posted by ceozhang

Kris: Separate both of them and put them in different rooms in a time out. ”Children, you must learn how to control your power and temper. You can’t be a good wolf if you don’t learn how to control these things” 

Originally posted by yourejustmystylee

Suho: “Kids, I didn’t train you guys to fight with each other” 

Originally posted by irpsychotic

Lay: “Kids, please don’t be violent with each other even if you’re only playing, It hurts me to see you guys getting hurt” 

Originally posted by chanyeolaconda

Chen: “No no no. Kids go to your room. You kids are not speaking to each other until dinner” 

Originally posted by sooranghaes

Baekhyun: “What do you think you kids are doing? Mom is going to turn into a bad wolf if you continue this”

Originally posted by progamerbyun

Chanyeol: *SIt them down for a serious talk about hurting each other* “Understood?”

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

D.O: *calm but a scary father* “So anything you want to tell me?”

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Tao: “I did not raise you kids to be violent towards anyone except our enemies”

Originally posted by pockysooo

Kai: *explain to them why they shouldn’t fight with each other* “and that’s why you shouldn’t fight. Now we are not telling mom about this because she won’t give us bacon wrapped desserts for dinner”

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

 Sehun: *You found out before sehun could even get to the children* “Shouldn’t have done that. Now mom is not going to give you guys desserts”

Originally posted by r-velvets

Little surprises

Fluffy smut

Pairing: Jimin x Reader


“Hey, I’m home.” I heard Jimin as he entered our shared home. 

We had been living together for six months, we had been in relationship for two years that time. He was back from the tour he seemed  extremely exhausted. I couldn’t blame him, the flight itself was exhausting and they had to perform in almost every single country in South America.

I was sitting on the couch and turned around to see him. He dropped all his stuff and I stood up and we both ran into each other. Yes, I forgot. I needed to avoid movements like this. I pressed myself into him and hugged him which he returned without thinking.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.” He smiled. “Do you have any plan for today?”

“My plan for today is cuddling with you and telling how lucky I am to have you as my boyfriend. But except for that no, I didn’t plan anything.”

“Great. That’s what I wanted to hear.” He laughed and started to pempering me with kisses on my face.”I want to take you out for a dinner. To express my gratitude towards you, how amazing you are, you handle me like a pro.”

“That means I can choose the restaurant?” I giggled.

“Yes. You can.”

“How about our first date’s place?”

“Our minds are really connected.” 

We arrived hand in hand. I was nervous as hell when I knew I had to break the news for him. After he left, I felt sick and threw up a lot. Then I went to the doctor who told me I was expecting. 

I had known I was pregnant for a week. I cried a lot, I didn’t know how would he feel about it. We weren’t too young - we were both adults with promising carrers. He was a busy idol, I was a busy fashion designer. Did he really want the new life which was growing in my body? I had to tell - even if he rejected us, I would raise the baby up.

The waitress came to our desks and she was really into Jimin, I could see it. Jimin didn’t really care about though. We ordered the same, that restaurant was indeed our favourite place to eat.

“Well… she was really admiring your handsome face, she forgot me being here.” I rolled my eyes.

“Well, it was a weak attempt to seduce me when I have the most beautiful girl in the world.” He said kissing my knuckles affectionately.

“You are so cheesy.”

“I never lie.”

We smiled at each other butI couldn’t hide the nervousness, He was my other half, he recognized the uneasiness around me. His eyes burnt into mine, trying to find the supposedly cause of my unusual behavior.

“What’s wrong baby?”

“I have to tell you something. It will be hard to accept but…”

“You can tell me anything, And to prove it, to make you in better mood, I want to do something for you, baby.”

I couldn’t process his words when I saw him kneeling down and pulling out of a little box. My eyes widened, surely I didn’t see that coming. Park Jimin on his knees smiling at me with box in his hand.

“L/N Y/N. You are the only one I want. We have been together for such a long time. I treasure every single day we spend together. I know we both are busy, especially me… but I love you more than anything, I want you to grow old with me, to be the the mother of my children. I love you. Will you marry me?” He asked me for my hand romantically and opened the box to reveal a beautiful diamond ring.

I started crying, I felt better and less stressed about his reaction.

“Yes.” I said and leaned down to kiss him passionately. He responded right away after he pulled away the whole restaurant cheered, he put ring on my proper finger.

“So…Jagi, can you tell me what is bothering you?”

“Jimin…I’m pregnant.” 

His face was shocked, his mouth dropped open.

“Repeat it, please.” 

“I’m pregnant. You’re gonna be a father.”

Now it was his turn to tear up. He rarely cried but when he did, he did it for a reason.

“Y/N…thank you. You are amazing.” I caressed his cheek, just like he did to me earlier.

“No, I should say thank you, you are the sweetest person alive.”

“When we will be at home, I will surely show you my gratitude.” He whispered to me.

He kissed me hungrily and pinned me to the bed, he didn’t waste time and started to kiss down on my neck. He knew how much I liked - it had always turned me on, I couldn’t hide my moan, I didn’t want to deny how much he was pleasuring me. I was really fond of his plump, kissable lips. 

“I could listen the sounds you make forever.” He whispered in my ear.

He had already taken off all of my clothes and I had removed every kind of fabric from him.

He looked at me with adoration as he started to rubbing my clit.

“Tonight, it’s your night, baby.” He said and gave me a short kiss. “God, you are so wet.”

When I felt one of his fingers entering me, I bit down on his shoulder. He pumped in and out - then added a second and later a third.  

“Cum for me, Y/N.” He said in a husky voice and I indeed couldn’t hold it back.

He licked his fingers seductively and winked at me.

“As sweet as I remembered. Are you ready?”

I nodded and he entered me, I felt I was in heaven. Our bodies becoming one, hearing his soft noises, looking into his eyes - it felt amazing and I wouldn’t have trade this sensation to anything.

“You are so tight, damn.” He grunted and got deeper and deeper in me. 

“You can move, baby.” I encouraged him and he started thrusting in a slow pace. He filled me up completely in the familiar part of me and he put his forehead on me.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too but please go faster.” I chuckled and he laughed. I loved our relationship - there wasn’t any awkward things between us, our cards were open.

Jimin obeyed and picked up his pace, the pleasure was so intense, I could see stars in the room, I knew I was close. I scratched his back but instead he put my hands away to intertwine our fingers.


“Me too, baby.” He answered panting heavily.

Not even in a minute, we both came.

After cleaning ourselves up, we were laying in bed, my head resting on his strong chest.

“I’m so happy with you. I can’t believe I am going to marry my best friend, my love of my life and now…the mother of my child. How can I be so lucky?”

I pecked his lips softly before replying. “I was thinking about the same thing. I am going to marry my best friend, my love of my life and now..the father of my child. Can anyone tell me how can I be so lucky?”

(A/N: sorry guys I write everything using “I” because I really think sentences like “you watched him bla bla bla” are so unnaturalistic for me, sorry. )

Father of Your Unborn Children.


Harry getting jealous over Y/N’s love for D.O. from EXO.

You sat in front of your television, your eyes fixed on it and a grin on your face as you were engrossed in the interview before you. You have been an EXO fan since day one, could even start a fan club if you had the time.

You were too focused on their interview to notice Harry, your boyfriend of one year, plopping beside you on the couch and staring at you. “Are they still not done?”

You immediately hushed him as your favorite member started talking, your eyes eyes went back and forth from D.O’s face to the translation, “Have you ever seen someone so beautiful?” You asked, merely to yourself.

Annoyed, Harry started getting closer to you, pulling you closer to him. “Depends. Have you?” He whispered in your ear before kissing your cheek.

“Harry, please, let me focus.” You said.

“On what?”

“On D.O. The father of my unborn children.” You said, a grin on your face.

Harry backed away a bit to look at you, “What now?”

You hushed him again.

He wasn’t having any of that. He wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your cheek and neck, “Can D.O do this?” He whispered.

“He sure can. I just need to go to their concert.” You joked.

Harry rolled his eyes, getting off the couch and walking upstairs. You jumped when you heard the loud slam of the door. Your eyes moved to the stairs before looking in front of you again and groaning. You stood up, watching the band say the goodbyes before turning the television off. Time to face the dragon.

You walked upstairs and knocked on Harry’s door. He didn’t reply. “Can I enter?” You asked gently.

The door was then opened, making you look at Harry’s back as he walked back to his mirror, tousling his hair. You walked behind him, wrapping your arms around him and looking his reflection in the mirror.
His hands unwrapped your arms from around him before he walked outside.

Your eyebrows were furrowed in confusion as you followed him. “Harry? Baby, come on.”

“Baby? Isn’t that was D.O is?” He said as he took out his smoothie ingredients from the fridge.

You chuckled, “Are you for real?”

“You tell me.” He looked at you for a moment with a blank expression before turning back to his ingredients.

“Harry, he’s my celebrity crush. We all have those.”


“And what? You know I love you. I can’t even believe that I’m having this conversation right now.” You shook your head, looking at him.

“Well then don’t have it.” Harry replied. “However, I do believe that the father of your unborn children might handle this conversation better.”

You knew Harry was the jealous type, just never thought he’d be jealous of your celebrity crush. It was almost humorous.

You sighed, walking closer to him, “Harry, baby,” You pecked his back before pressing your cheek on it, your arms wrapping around his torso.

He sighed, turning in your hold and wrapping his arms around your waist. “I’m overreacting, aren’t I?”

You only gave him a sheepish look, looking up at him. “It’s a celebrity crush, Haz.”

“I’m a jealous dick. I can’t help it. I’m sorry.” Harry said before giving your forehead a kiss.

“Has anyone ever told you how sassy you get when you’re jealous? I’m sure that’s something even D.O. can’t do.” You joked, laughing. Harry rolled his eyes before laughing, shaking his head at your antics and at himself. “I love you.”

“And I love you. Mother of my unborn children.” He joked before carrying you and setting you on the counter, “Now, tell me about that crush of yours so we could change it.”


Hope you like it! x

Originally posted by dunkirknharry

scooterbraun: The last 48 hours have been beyond devastating. As a father I cannot express my sorrow and my rage at this cowardice act. These were children. They were attacked because of our way of life. Our love of freedom and each other. There are no words that will comfort. There is nothing that can be said to make 22 return to their families today. I am so so sorry for their loss. I am so sorry to all those affected. Thank you to people of Manchester who have come together to help save lives and give shelter. Your courage and bravery is our hope. As I stated last night let’s please all hold the victims, their families, and all those affected in our hearts and prayers. From myself and my friend @arianagrande …We are with you Manchester. We will not let evil win! Never!

Sound of Music AU - Roll Call

This delightful tidbit is where Nurse Claire (Maria) meets Captain Fraser’s (Captain von Trapp’s) seven children for the first time. ;) You can find more here


One - two - three - four - five - six. There should be seven.

Sure enough, there was an obvious space between children numbers four and five. Loud footfalls were heard as a young girl flew thru the door and skidded into position.

Captain Fraser stepped forward with an outstretched hand and eyebrow raised in silent rebuke. The girl handed him a book, her finger still holding it slightly ajar to mark her page. She made a small noise of dismay as he clapped it shut and handed it to me.

Collected Works of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, the spine read. A mystery lover reading far above her age group.

Having collected his contraband, he inspected his troops.

Each child had something at fault to be fixed and he corrected them without so much as a word. His eldest’s son’s posture wasn’t all it could be, the youngest daughter’s bow was coming loose from her auburn curls.

He resumed his place at my side and cleared his throat, “Now, children, this is your new nanny, Mistress Beauchamp. Ye may address her as Nurse Claire or Mistress Claire.”

Seven sets of eyes fixed on me with renewed interest, their gazes ranging from mild curiosity to downright disapproval. I swallowed hard and tried to smile at them.

Buck up, Beauchamp, the fiends can smell fear.

“Listen carefully, Nurse, so that ye ken how to call them when ye want them.” He glanced at me to admonish this before turning back to his children. “Ye will step forward and give yer name when ye hear yer signal.”

He pulled a metal whistle from his pocket and began an indistinguishable series of dots and dashes, the tone and pitch each command deafening in the confines of the room. I placed one hand to my ear as I tried to hear the names being shouted at me as the children bopped in and out of their line.

“Ellen!” “William!” “Janet!” “Brian!” “Marsali!” “Joan!”

All went according to the Captain’s instructions until we got to the littlest of the Frasers. Freckled cheeks flushed, the sweetheart stomped forward, just like her siblings, but returned to her place without a word. I caught her father’s expression out the corner of my eye as I tried to hide my smile. His slight amusement was tempered with undeniable pride as he prompted her again.

Her little chin lifted in determination as she repeated her actions, still without introducing herself. It was the Captain’s turn to hide a grin, something he did with great skill.

“Margaret,” he provided.

Little Margaret pulled a face and it was all I could do not to laugh.

Gracious, she was adorable.

He handed me something, saying, “Let’s see how well ye listened.”

The hell was I going to whistle for a child like a dog.

“Oh, don’t trouble yourself, sir. I’ll learn their names,” I tried to brush him off. “You’ve given them such beautiful names, it would be a shame not to use them.”

He sighed, obviously losing his patience with me. “Nurse, Lallybroch is a large estate and I willna have ye shouting after them like a fishmonger. Take it, the children will help ye.”

I accepted the metal tool of belittlement from him. Of course they would help me, they’d help me right out of a job. I wasn’t born yesterday.

“When I want ye, ye’ll hear this,” he continued and began another pattern of notes.

“Stop!” I cut him off. He and the children stared at me, eyes wide with surprise. “I will not answer to a whistle, sir. Whistles are for dogs and other beasts, not for children and certainly not for me.”

He gave me a cold look before turning to leave, apparently finished with my instructions. I blew a short blast on my whistle.

He may be done with me, but I wasn’t done with him.

The man froze, visibly bristling, then turned to face me.

“You didn’t tell me your signal.” I said simply.

He rose up to his full height and glared at me, “Ye can call me Captain.”

With that, he was gone. I stared out the door he had just disappeared thru and heard a chorus of giggles behind me. Maybe they were children after all. I turned back to them and they all snapped back to attention.

“At ease, soldiers.” I commanded, rolling my eyes heavenward when they immediately responded. “Now that we’re alone, could you tell me your names again? And how old you are?”

The eldest Fraser stepped forward. Her dark chestnut hair was plaited over one shoulder, her eyes flashing blue fire as she spoke. “I’m Ellen. I’m sixteen years old and I don’t need a nanny.”

I smiled, “We’ll just be good friends then, shall we?”

With a look of skepticism, Ellen stepped back and her brother, a tall and redheaded chap, stepped forward. “I’m William. I’m fourteen and I’m impossible.”

“Are you?” I laughed, “Who told you that?”

“Mistress Josephine, four nannies ago,” he answered, clearly proud of himself.

The next child, a young teen with freckles and strawberry blonde curls, moved forward, announced “I’m Marsali,” and stepped back into formation.

This one was going to be trouble.

“You didn’t tell me how old you were, Janet,” I grinned, letting her know she didn’t fool me for a second.

“I’m Marsali,” The bookworm stepped forward and shot a look of superiority towards her elder sister. “She’s Janet. She’s thirteen years old, and you’re smart. I’m ten, and I think your outfit is the ugliest I ever saw.”

I looked down at my clothes as the real Marsali stepped back in line. I knew I wasn’t wearing the latest fashion, but what was wrong with jeans and a button up blouse?

“Marsali, you shouldn’t say that.” A chubby cheeked boy between Janet and Marsali scolded.

“Why not? Don’t you think it’s ugly?” She retorted.

“Of course, but it’s not nearly as bad as Nanny Louise’s.” He explained in a matter of fact way, then stepped forward to introduce himself. “I’m Brian. I’m eleven. I’m incorrigible.”

Grinning, I responded, “Congratulations.”

“What’s incorrigible?” He asked, smiling back.

“I think it means you want to be treated like a boy, not a man.”

Satisfied with my answer, he stepped back in line and the next child stepped forward. She looked up at me shyly, motioning me to come closer. I did so and she took my hand.

“I’m Joan, and I’m going to be seven on Tuesday,” her voice was so sweet and innocent, “and I’d like a pink parasol.”

I winked at her, earning me an even sweeter smile. “Pink is my favorite too.”

Little Margaret stomped her foot beside me and I knelt in front of her. “Yes, sweetheart, and you’re Margaret?”

Beaming at me, now that we were on the same level, she held up all five fingers on her left hand. A leftie perhaps? “You’re five years old?” I feigned astonishment, much to her delight. “Why, you’re almost all grown up!”

Margaret and Joan shared a giggle, completely disregarding their former rigid formality. A look down the line told me the rest had as well. They now studied me in wary curiosity.

Who could blame them? Twelve nannies in, what, five years? That’s a new nanny every five months, on average. And hadn’t Captain Fraser mentioned that the last one only stayed two days?

“Can I tell you a secret?” I asked in a loud whisper, now that I had their full attention. “I’ve never been a nanny before.”

Janet got a mischievous gleam in her eye and I suddenly regretted voicing that thought. “You mean you don’t know anything about what you’re supposed to do?”

I shrugged, deciding to run with it since the cat was already out of the proverbial bag. “Not a thing. I could bandage a wound with my eyes closed but I haven’t the foggiest idea what to do with children.”

Brian snickered as Janet closed in on me. “Well,” she began slowly, “the best way to start is to tell Father to mind his own business.”

I tipped my head back and laughed outright. I had to admit, the idea was tempting. William eagerly hopped on Janet’s advice bandwagon as the rest of them crowded around me, “And never come to dinner on time!”

Marsali giggled, adding, “Never eat your soup quietly!”

Brian slurped loudly in my ear before practically shouting “Always blow your nose during desert!”

“Don’t listen to them, Nurse Claire!” A new voice sounded from behind me and I turned to see Margaret glaring at her siblings with all the wrath a five year old could muster, which was a considerable amount.

“Oh?” I chuckled. “Why is that?”

Throwing her arms about me, she proclaimed, “Because I like you!”

My heart felt like it was about to melt into a puddle right then and there. These children were so precious and they desperately needed the love I could give them.

I hugged precious little Margaret as a boisterous voice announced the housekeeper’s arrival. “Alright, children, ye best be off on yer walk. ‘Tis half past two an’ ye ken how yer father gets when ye are behind yer time,” the plump woman ensconced in an apron commanded as she began to shoo the children out of the room. “Dinna dawdle. Quick, quick, quick.”

They reluctantly obeyed, leaving by a door I hadn’t noticed before. The younger girls peeked over their shoulder to catch a last glimpse of me before going out and my heart skipped a beat.

“Nurse Claire, I’m Lallybroch’s housekeeper. Ye can call me Mrs Fitz, as everyone else does,” she extended a callused hand and I shook it.

“Pleased to meet you, and do call me Claire,” I requested. “‘Nurse’ is far too formal.”

Mrs Fitz shook her head, giving me a compassionate look. “If it isna formal, it isna acceptable a’ Lallybroch. Come, I’ll show ye to yer room.”

She led the way thru the door the children had exited from and I caught a quick glimpse of them as we started up the stairs.

“Poor things,” I commented quite to myself. I thought I heard Mrs Fitz make some sort of Scottish noise of amusement, but was distracted by a sudden movement in my pocket. I dropped my bags in surprise as whatever it was made a desperate attempt to flee. My hand closed around something slimy as I removed the wriggling creature and I let go of it on reflex.

A rather perturbed looking frog hopped away from my feet as Mrs Fitz spoke, “Ye got off lucky, 'twas a snake wi’ Nanny Louise.“

Imagine Chuck's reaction to Cas' death tho

Like he would resurrect Cas and will be so annoyed that he had to do this again. He would just zap all the other angels, Castiel and Lucifer to have a “family meeting”. Imagine a bored Amara sitting on a couch in an impossibly large living room with a hand on her head as she watched her brother and his children squabble.

Chuck : That’s it! The next person who kills Castiel will be grounded. And by grounded I mean eternally damned grounded.

Angels : ….

Angels : But Daaaad!

Castiel : Father please….I can fight my own battles.

Chuck : silence! This is final!

Lucifer : *smirks*

Chuck : And you Lucifer if you pull that stunt again I will take away your demon radio privleges when the Winchesters put you back in the box.

Lucifer : *shouts* Ah I hate you! You are the worst controlling father in the history of fathers! You never understood me. I am leaving. *Bangs the door on his way out*

Chuck : *shouts* Don’t you give me attitude young man.

Out Of Nothing At All - Two

“Y/N?” Hotch stared at you, taking in the words the doctor had just said. “You’re pregnant?”

“No…. ” you laughed. “Don’t be ridiculous. This must be what they mean when they say that hospitals are under staffed and over worked. People make mistakes, it’s fine though.”

Turning to the doctor you explained, “Doc, you’ve got the wrong file. I’m Y/F/N. Date of birth 17 April 1987. Social security number 146295. Definitely NOT pregnant.”

“I’m guessing this is news to you then?” he checked the files again quickly.

“It’s not news, it’s not a fact. I’m not pregnant. How could I be? I’ve not missed a period, I’ve not had any sickness. I feel absolutely fine.” You racked your brains trying to recall the dates of your last cycle.

Okay, so you had missed one period. It was two weeks late, but you figured it was due to the stress of the case or something. And you’d had three days of vomiting around a month ago. But that was down to bad food. Right. RIGHT!?

“Miss Y/L/N, a number of expecting mothers still have periods all the way through their pregnancy, and not all people experience morning sickness. I can run another test quickly if you’re able to provide a urine sample. I can run it here, in front of you.”

You nodded, swinging your legs over the side of the bed and holding your arm out expectantly. “Give me a cup and get the test please. I am NOT fucking pregnant. You’ve got this wrong.”

The doctor sighed and opened one of the storage cupboards that lined the room, handing you a small plastic beaker. Taking it, you hobbled through to the bathroom, returning moments later and handing the tub over. In the meantime he’d collected two plastic boxes, them both your standard run of the mill drugstore testing kits.

“I’ll do two tests as I can see you’re going to take some convincing but I can assure you, the tests are accurate.”

You watched as he unwrapped both boxes and dipped the ends of the two sticks into the fluid, laying them down one by one on a tray.

Hotch moved from his seat by the window so that he was closer to you, and you settled back onto the bed waiting the required thirty seconds. You couldn’t read the expression on your supervisor’s face.

You waited, your breath held until the time was up and the doctor checked the sticks before handing them both to you.

Plus signs. On both.

It took you half a minute to realise that the strangled cat you could hear wailing was you. The doctor began to back away muttering an, “I’ll leave you alone” and you felt Aaron’s cool hand on your arm attempting to soothe you.

“Wait. Don’t leave! Get it out. Get it out of me!” you were suddenly yelling.

“Pardon?” the doctor frowned and you felt Hotch stiffen besides you.

“You heard, I don’t want it. Get it out of me. Now. Today. I have money, I’ll pay whatever. I’m not leaving here until it’s no longer a problem.”

“Y/N….Think about what you’re saying.” Hotch was trying to keep the shock out of his voice.

“I’m being serious. Get it out of me. I do not want a child. I’m not Mommy material.” Swiping away the tears that were streaming down your face, you stared at the medical professional until he agreed to make a call and send someone down from the clinic to speak with you.

They arrived thirty minutes later, Agent Hotchner leaving the room so you could speak in private. You shot down every option the poor women offered you, impatiently telling them that, no adoption wasn’t an option and no you didn’t need time to think about this. You wanted it done now.

Eventually they relented, advising that they could do the procedure tomorrow. As you weren’t far along it would be fairly straight forward although you blocked them out as they explained what it would involve, leaving you with a pile of pamphlets.

Hotch came back into the room after the woman had left.

“I apologise for my outburst Sir. I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“It’s fine. Are you okay?” Concern coated his voice.

“I’m fine. Or at least I will be tomorrow.”

“Are you sure about this Y/N?”

“One hundred percent. I do not want children.”

“But you’re great with Jack and Henry. I don’t understand. You’d make a great mother.”

“Hotch, please don’t.”

He sighed, “What about the father?”

“What about the father exactly?” you asked.

“Well, do you not think he deserves to know?”

“Nope. It’s my body and my choice. I’m not having this THING ruin my life.”

“Okay. If you’re sure this is what you want then as your boss and friend, I’ll help in anyway I can.”

“Thank you Sir.”

The ride home was long and quiet. You kept your gaze averted from your travelling companions, tears silently rolling down your face as you contemplated your predicament.

You’d been checked over an hour ago and been cleared to leave the hospital, Hotch leading you carefully back to the SUV.

He’d stayed with you all day, arriving early at the hospital and waiting outside the clinical white room where they’d taken you to perform the procedure.

When you’d panicked and started yelling and crying, he’d been the one who’d stormed into the room, holding you, rubbing your back and stroking your hair as the nurses looked on sympathetically, used to this sort of reaction. He was going above and beyond the duty of just a boss, and you’d never forget him for being there for you today.

Every fibre of your body wanted the bundle of cells that had taken up residence in your womb expelled from it.

But when you’d been lying there in the hospital bed, legs akimbo in the metal stirrups, something else had taken over. 
Something had made you panic, crying out for your colleague whilst you struggled to breathe.

You couldn’t do it.

You didn’t want to be a mom, you could barely take care of yourself let alone be responsible for another human being.

And you knew adoption wouldn’t be an option. You couldn’t carry something for nine months just to hand it over and forget about it.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to end the pregnancy. Some fighting urge, some deeply hidden maternal instinct had kicked in and you hated what that meant.

You were going to have a baby.

A crying, messy, vomiting baby.


You could sense Hotch watching you as he pulled into your street, parking outside your house. He’d been quiet too on the way home, leaving you to your thoughts.

“Y/N. We’re here.”

You made no move to exit the car.

“Y/N. You’re going to be okay, you’re one of the strongest people I know.”

Nodding you opened the door and picked your bag up, your ankle still sore as you slid out of the seat.

Hotch followed you to your door.

“Are you going to tell the father? He could help.”

“No. I’ll do this alone.”

He looked uncomfortable as he asked th next question. “Do you… Do you know who the father is?”

You didn’t judge him for asking. It was no secret that you’d had a few lovers over the past twelve months, having come out of a five year relationship. It had become kinda a joke across the team in fact.

“Yes I know who the father is Hotch. And….I don’t want to involve him. He’s not a bad person or anything but it was a one night only thing and I have no desire to have any sort of relationship with him.”

He nodded. You could tell he disagreed but he wasn’t going to push the matter.

Up until you’d ended up in this position yourself you’d have agreed too, thinking that every child had the right to know their fathers. And every man had the right to know if they had a child out there.

But you just couldn’t go there right now.

“Okay, get some rest. It’s Wednesday and I don’t want to see you in work until Monday at the earliest. Take some time, maybe talk to your family. I know you’re not close but maybe it will help.”

It wouldn’t. That was a conversation you intended on putting off for as long as you could. Christmas in five years time should do the trick.

“And Y/N. Call if you need anything. Anything at all, and I mean that. I’m here for you as a friend, one that cares about you and not just as your boss.”

You sniffed back fresh tears and gave him the tiniest watery smile you could manage, murmuring a thanks to him before entering the front door to your house.

You’d just about made it to your couch before collapsing into tears again.

What a fucking mess. 

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Bruce playing Dream Daddy 😂

(Hey guys and welcome to stream. Tonight I won’t be playing but your fave billionaire will be playing say hi Bruce,) Hi Bruce (Tonight, Bruce will be playing…you guessed it…Dream Daddy! So Bruce take a seat and begin) How long do I have to play for (Just the first day) Okay so I guess new game. Who’s Amanda? (Your daughter) Do I have any more kids? (No, just the one) *deep sigh* I am going to wake up, you shouldn’t procrastinate. The fact that I call her Manda Panda is adorable I should give you kids nicknames. (Please no) So I’m making myself? (Or your dadsona but since you are a dad just make yourself) I have an athletic build, I’m giving myself some shadow. It makes me look mysterious. (Why does your dad look so sad?) Move over Batman, we have a new world’s greatest detective. (Ouch) Let me make my dadsona in peace. *tongue out while he finishes making his dadsona* I can’t believe I fell asleep packing, I’m so irresponsible. I found photos it’s about to get emotional. Are sunglasses on the baby? That’s adorable. If I’m a dad dating other dads, the only way I can be the daddiest daddy is to say your father. (Are you coming out to me Bruce?) *laughing* Yes, I guess I have to break up with Selina now. (I am going to tell her you said that.) PLEASE DON’T! (Fine, but keep playing.) We adopted her, adopting children is good. Amanda, don’t kick the sign, that is just rude. I’m choosing I need coffee ASAP. I also don’t understand the point of coffee houses. (It’s for socializing and getting out of the house) I make better coffee at home. This guy looks cool, I like the music set up in the back. Is he nervous? Is that why he is rambling? Is he nervous around me and Amanda? And there is another guy checking me out? No dad can resist me, I am the ultimate dad. (BRUCE) What? I am a stating a fact that I am the ultimate dad. We are at the park next. It seems like a lovely day for the park and oh I got hit by a Frisbee. Aw, there is a corgi that comes with it. Wow that corgi is big for a corgi, I wonder if the game makers know what a corgi looks like. (Maybe he is just a big corgi) I don’t think that is a thing. (That totally is a thing) I made the red head ooze eggplants is that good? (Yes, that means you did the best) So coffee guy only sorta liked me because I only got hearts not eggplants. (No you answered fine, eggplants are just the best answer) Oh okay. I hope I didn’t disappoint my daughter by not winning the dad off and besides we should go unpack. I don’t like this pink guy, he seems too put together to be a dad. But he did give us cookies, maybe he isn’t so bad. (Ehhhhh) What? (Don’t worry about) You can’t do that to me. Tell me now. (My lips are sealed) Ugh, fine. Ha, he only has 4 kids. (Not everyone adopts children like you do) I don’t have a problem. (We should create a support group for you. Alfred can lead and it can be AA style but you would be the only person in it.) Shut up and let me play this game you wanted me to. I guess I am bringing the plate back to him. Why are all his named Chris? That’s just weird, diversify your children’s names. Hello, Craig! I like his eyebrow, I bet it has an interesting story. Since he’s my old college roommate I wonder if we ever did anything together. (BRUCE) It’s an honest question! Okay, okay, lets be serious and talk to Craig. Aw he’s divorced, that’s sad but at least he got River and River is adorable. I like that he works out as well, I don’t think most of the other dads do. Amanda is kicking me out of the house, I guess I’ll go watch the game. I just had coffee so I won’t be able to sleep…I’ll buy Mary a drink out of curtsy but I won’t do anything with her. My dadsona doesn’t swing that way. (Which way does it swing?) The guy way. (Oh my god) OH IT’S GUY FROM EARLIER WHO WAS STARING AT ME! We don’t like the same team though, I don’t think this relationship will work out. We just did a shot so maybe, alcohol usually makes things friendlier. Should I go back to his place? He’s attractive but I’m not in the right frame of mind. I had some alcohol and so did he and I don’t want to take advantage of that. I’m not going to sleep with him, if we end up together I want our first time together to be sober. (Then that’s the first day!) I feel like I met a lot of people. (You still have 2 more to meet but anyways, thank you guys for tuning into the stream. I hoped you enjoyed Bruce playing Dream Daddy and please make sure to follow me and subscribe!)

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Passive-Aggressive Partnership

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 @coveofmemories

Part 5


“Well, don’t keep us in suspense, my statuesque God of Chocolate Thunder,” Garcia said, “Who did Boy Wonder go out with?”

“Y/N,” Morgan replied with a smile. “So much for her being obnoxious and annoying.”

When Morgan looked around the room, everyone was in varying states of surprise and anything but surprised. Garcia was stunned. Emily wore a knowing smile. Hotch and Rossi, of course, weren’t fazed at all. “It’s about damn time he asked her out,” Rossi exclaimed, raising his eyebrows as Spencer walked back into the room to stunned silence.

“Why is everyone so quiet?” Spencer asked, sitting down at the table with the god-given elixir that was his cup of coffee. “Were you waiting for me to start?” 

“No,” Hotch said, surprising everyone else by being the first one to talk. “It’s just that when you left the room, you left your phone on the table.” It was so rare for Hotch to be smiling at work, no less in the conference room, where such grotesque, demented crimes were discussed, but there he was, teasing Spencer. “You got a text.”

Immediately, the confused look on Spencer’s face turned to a busted one. He still tried to play it off though. “I’ll answer it later. No big deal.”

“No big deal!” Garcia asked, eliciting laughter from the rest of their friends. “No big deal? You’re going out with Y/N!”

Spencer slapped his hands over his face, burying his head to try and contain his embarrassment. Not that she was embarrassing, he just didn’t know how to handle talking about his romantic life (or more often, his lack of one) in front of his friends. “We went on one date,” he said quietly, trying as hard as he could to downplay the situation. 

Of course, that didn’t work.

“You’ve only gone on one date so far,” Morgan replied with a sly smile. “She said, ‘I had a great time last night. Looking forward to the next one.’”

“I thought you said she was obnoxious,” Emily laughed. She couldn’t count the amount of times Spencer had complained about having to work with her. It was hysterical every time because he was the only one that didn’t seem to get that the reason they butted heads so much was because they were all too similar. 

“She is obnoxious!” Spencer exclaimed, remembering the way she called him stubborn. He wasn’t stubborn, she was. “She said I was stubborn.”

“You are stubborn!” everyone said simultaneously, laughing at Spencer’s expression of indignation. “You’re being stubborn about being stubborn.” Morgan couldn’t contain his laughter - this is what he had been saying for years.

Spencer scrunched his mouth shut. He wasn’t going to get anywhere with his friends today. He just had to resign himself to being ragged on for the remainder of the day. “I am not stubborn. Can we just get to the case please?” he asked, desperate to turn the attention away from himself.

“Sure thing, lover boy,” JJ laughed.


Their case out in California was different to say the least. While their normal victims tended to be children, teenagers or adults, their three victims so far were a minimum of 60 years old.

“So all three of these victims had in-home care after a surgery and died suddenly of the flu, all within a 15 block radius?” Reid asked Garcia over the connection on the jet.

Despite the distance between the BAU and the airborne jet, the furious sound of typing could be heard throughout the jet. “All three of the victims, Geraldine Walters, Harvey Burns, and George Johnson were all relatively healthy, but needed help with daily activities after surgery. Geraldine had a knee replaced, Harvey had a hip replaced and George had a stent put in his heart. Other than that, no one had any issues, except that they all came down with the flu after their surgeries. Geraldine and Harvey have unfortunately already been cremated, so we aren’t going to be able to get anything from them, but after George died, his daughter contacted the police. She knew the other two victims in passing and claimed she found it odd that three relatively healthy people died within such a short time and with no actual cause of death,” she continued. “She claimed that her father had never had the flu in his life; he never got sick.”

“It is odd,” Emily said, looking between the files of all three victims. “The likelihood of having that many healthy individuals come down with the flu during a time when the flu isn’t common and die suddenly in such a concentrated area is unlikely, but it could just be a coincidence, and with two of three already having been cremated, we’re going to have a difficult time proving that anything nefarious happened.”

Everyone agreed, wondering if this trip was going to turn out to be a waste. But better safe than sorry. “Well, working under the assumption that something nefarious is going down, what kind of person are we looking for?” Rossi asked.

“If they were actually sick, it would be considered an angel of mercy style killing,” Spencer started, “but given that they were relatively healthy, we are looking for someone sadistic, and although serial killers of this kind tend to be male, we definitely can’t rule out a female killer either. As a matter of fact, when it comes to this type of killer, a female is even more likely than the typical serial killer.”

JJ rolled her eyes. “Typical serial killer. We have such wonderful jobs, don’t we?”

“Alright,” Hotch started, “When we touch down, Emily, you go interview Geraldine’s son and daughter. JJ, take Harvey’s son. Reid, you and Morgan take George’s daughter and the in-home nurse he had, and Rossi, you and I will go to the funeral home that took care of all three funerals. Morgan and Reid, ask George’s daughter if she objects to her father being exhumed for an autopsy.”

As the plane started to descend, they all hoped that this was a false alarm, because if they did have some kind of angel of mercy, sadistic or otherwise, on their hands, they were going to be extremely difficult to catch - at least without another victim.


With JJ, Emily, Hotch and Rossi off to pursue other avenues, Morgan and Reid headed off to interview George’s daughter and his at-home nurse. “Hello,” Morgan said as a young woman about 30 years old opened the door. “I’m Agent Morgan, this is Dr. Reid, are you Helena, George’s daughter?”

“Yes, come in,” she said, inviting the two agents inside. “Thank you for coming. Everyone says I’m overreacting, but I really feel like something is wrong.”

“It could be nothing,” Reid said, “But in cases like this where many people die in a short period of time in a concentrated area, we do what’s called an equivocal death investigation to determine the cause of death. Can you tell us about your father? How was his health beforehand?”

As the three sat down in the middle of the living room, alongside George’s at-home nurse, Fiona, Helena did her best to describe her father through the tears. “Besides his heart problems, which were genetic and he was ready for as he got older, he was unbelievably healthy. Heart problems run in our family. He had a 90% blockage in one of his arteries, despite the fact that he was healthier than I was, so he had a stent put in. That’s when I called Fiona to help him with his daily routine while I was at work.”

“I can’t believe he’s gone,” Fiona stuttered, “He was such a sweet man.”

“Fiona,” Morgan asked, “How long had you been taking care of Mr. Johnson?”

She took a deep breath, linking her arm into Helena’s. The two had been friends since college. “A little over two weeks,” she said, “depending on how he was feeling, it could’ve been another two to four weeks.”

“And how long had he been sick?” Reid asked. 

“About four days.”

“Last two questions,” Morgan said, “Was there anyone but the two of you with him in the past four days? And is it okay if we exhume your father? There is a chance that something will show up on the autopsy.”

Fiona pulled out a card with the name and number of her in-home care agency on it. “I had a family emergency of my own to deal with earlier in the week, so I couldn’t make it here until the afternoon. I was told that the agency sent two different nurses to cover those mornings.”

“If exhuming my father proves that he was actually murdered, like I think he was, then you do whatever you need to.”

“Ok, thank you. Please let us know if you can think of anything else that might help,” Reid said as the two stood up to leave. 

Morgan and Reid walked outside, immediately contacting the agency to see who else treated Mr. Johnson. Spencer pulled out his phone to see a list of missed texts from the rest of the team. Emily and JJ both said that the first two victims’ children also said that their parents were ridiculously healthy, so coming down with the flu was out of the ordinary, while Hotch and Rossi said that the funeral home claimed there was nothing out of the ordinary. “Rossi purposely asked if anyone had any skin discoloration or if they could detect the scent of bitter almonds, but there was nothing out of the ordinary,” Reid said.

“What would that indicate?” Morgan asked as he pulled out into the street and toward the agency.

“Cyanide poisoning,” he replied. “But there was nothing.” As the two made their way to the agency, Spencer texted Y/N to let her know that he probably wouldn’t be back in time for their next tentative date. Thankfully, being in the same field, she was well aware of the difficulties and just extended her expertise if necessary. 

“You got another date set up?” Morgan asked, trying to talk about anything but the case for a moment.

“We did,” he replied, “But I have a feeling this case is going to have us here for a while.”

“Me too.”


Before heading back to the station, where the rest of the team had already convened, Reid and Morgan headed to the agency, where the head of the facility referred them to Mr. Johnson’s other nurses, Sam Meyers and Maryann Trotta. 

“I don’t know,” Morgan said, leaving the agency and finally heading toward the station. “The way Maryann was talking about his symptoms, it was almost as if she hadn’t been treating him. She claimed he’d only been coughing slightly, while Fiona insists that he was violently ill.”

Spencer didn’t have a good feeling about her either. “She’s definitely hiding something. We just have to figure out what and why.”

And they needed to find out quickly. Minutes after they returned to the station, the local authorities got a call indicating there was another victim. “Jennifer Valesky died of flu-like symptoms about five blocks from George Johnson’s house. She was apparently healthy,” he said.

If they weren’t already feeling as though there was a killer on the loose, that cemented it. Four victims within a week and a half and in a now-17 block radius. “We have an angel of death in the area,” Hotch said.

Confessions of a Teenage Sugar Queen: The Fall

This is for @zutaraweek​ Day Four: Icarus. Trigger Warning: hints of abuse

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three

Is it ridiculous that I am now curled up in bed with Zuko’s sweatshirt? I’m not even wearing it, just hugging it. My brain keeps replaying this tantalizing scene—his car windows all fogged up for a much different reason. If only we had been swapping spit instead of sob stories.

Would he think me a desperate fool if I just… kissed him? After confessing about my dead mother, yes… yes, he would.

I wonder what the scar feels like.

What would Mom say? I could use a little advice here. Is it too soon? Yes. Is he even my type? No.

Jet had a tragic backstory. A small voice in the back of my mind says.

But Jet was also an amazing kisser. Says an even smaller voice.

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“Are you kidding? Of course I still love you, Sonia… I wouldn’t have said it to you if I didn’t mean it. I wouldn’t have told you about Corrina if I didn’t mean it… I’m an adult, I’m not here to play games with you. Besides, you’re not giving yourself enough credit– coming here like you did, accepting my baggage, asking about her… that takes courage, Sonia. i know it does. I know it can’t be easy for you to hear about it… Why did you want to, anyways?”

“Because.. because I knew she meant a lot to you. Of course she did, she was.. your wife.. and.. and you mean a lot to me. So I wanted to know. I wanted to know about this woman who stole your heart so many years ago. Kind of like how you said you loved the city because you loved her.”

Julian smiled and caressed her cheek.

“You wanna know something? The first day I met you, when you got the job here, when I went home, I immediately told Megan about you.. I told her how cute you were,” he smirked, “But we both figured it was too soon after… y’know.. But.. as the years went by, and the more I got to know you.. the more I noticed my intrigue never went away. I finally had my chance when you and Elliot ended. And three months ago, when you let me know you’d allow me to take you on a date, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t ecstatic…

“Sonia, you were the first person in years that I wanted to let in. You were the first person to make me feel so incredibly happy to be around. So please, don’t doubt my feelings for you. I’m not the kind of man to say those words lightly.”

“Right, of course,” she breathed.

“And.. please don’t feel like you’re second place to Corrina.. that’s not what this is about. That isn’t how I see you. She will always be with me, I can tell you that. But just like how Elliot will always be with you; he’s the father of your children. People like that don’t just disappear, y’know? Love is a complex thing. You can feel it in different ways, and for many people at once..”

Sonia rested her head on his chest, and whispered, “You always know just what to say, Julian.”