Watering The Plants

Part 3:

When Lance woke up and found his mama sitting on the edge of his bed he almost cried with relief.
It was a dream.
He wasn’t in space, he was home and he was safe.
She smiled brushing her fingers across Lance’s face.
“Yes my baby. I’m here.
Lance choked on a sob. “Oh mama I missed you so much. I didn’t think i would ever see you again.”
“I know, but I’m here my love. I’m here and your safe and your loved.”
Lance launched himself towards her open arms wanting a hug more then anything else in the universe.
However when he went tumbling to the floor and he looked up at not his childhood bedroom and his mama but his paladin quarters, Lance realised what had happened.
After the last mission they had all been exhausted and had all gone straight to bed.
Lance had missed his last dosage and Hunk had been too tired to remind him.
Lance stared numbly at where his mama had been sitting.
It had seemed so real.
It felt like home.
He didn’t even care that tears were falling freely.
He didn’t feel sad, but a sense of overwhelming loss that only came from having someone you love suddenly taken away from you.
Lance slid to the floor, curling up in a ball and sobbing quietly.
“Shhh baby, you are loved, you are cherished, you are needed, you are not a seventh wheel.”
Lance put his hands over his ears “and you mama… your not real not matter how much I want and need you to be.”

Hours later Hunk came running into Lance’s room panicked and holding his pill bottle.
Finding his best friend crying and muttering to himself broke Hunks heart.
“I’m sorry buddy, I’m here now.” He whispered as he pulled Lance onto his lap and just sat there cuddling him until the crying stopped.

Imagine Chris and your daughter surprising you at work.

A/N: I’m on a roll, two in one day. :D Sooooo muuuuuch fluuuufff. You need to just have a kid already, Chris, so you can be the cutest, bestest dad around. X

Your four year old daughter held her dad’s large hand as they walked through the hallways of Paramount Studio looking for you. They were running errands when they drove past the studio and decided to surprise you with a drop-in, mainly because your daughter couldn’t wait till tonight to give you the rose she- well, Chris bought you.

“Do you think Mama is going like this?” Harper looked up at her dad with your pretty Y/E/C eyes, holding up the single red rose; Chris nodded, smiling. “But wouldn’t she want more than one rose?”

“It’s the thought that counts, bug.” Chris scooped her up into his arms and poked her sides, making her giggle. “And it doesn’t matter how many roses you get Mama, she’s going to love it anyway ‘cause she’s a sucker for roses.”

You were right behind them when Chris said that, as one of your interns had informed you that your husband and daughter were wandering the hallways looking for you. You chuckled softly at the language your husband had chosen to use around your impressionable four year old. It wasn’t bad per se, but it wasn’t a word you wanted your four year old to be spouting.

“She’s also a sucker for chocolates,” Harper said and Chris nodded; another chuckle escaped your throat and you shook your head in disapproval. “We should’ve got her some. I think she likes the golden ones, the ones with the wrappers that she makes into tiny roses.”

“You mean Ferrero Rochers?” Chris quizzed and Harper nodded. “Well done, bug. That is one of your mom’s favorite chocolates and I picked up some at the supermarket. Look at you,” he chuckled, “you’ve got the memory of an elephant.” He made elephant noises, making her laugh and you smile; his choice of words weren’t always the best, but he was still an amazing husband and father.

“Well well well, look who we have here.” You began and Chris turned around with Harper in his arms; both their eyes lit up upon seeing you. “What are you two trouble makers up to?” You asked as you walked over.

“Mama!” Harper barreled towards you as soon as Chris put her down. You bent over, catching and lifting her into your arms when she jumped. “Mama, I’ve missed you so much.” She whispered into your ear, wrapping her small arms around your neck.

“Hey you,” you smiled at Chris as he placed a hand on your arm, leaning forward to peck you on the lips. “What’s that?” You gasped excitedly when Chris pulled away and Harper leaned back to give you the rose she bought you. “Wow, thank you sweetheart. This just made my day,” you smacked a loud kiss on her cheek and she giggled.

“We just thought we’d drop by and see you, give you a few hugs and kisses because you’ve got a long day ahead of you.” Chris told you and Harper nodded in agreement; you smiled. “How’s everything sailing?” He asked and you hugged Harper, holding her close so you could roll your eyes over her shoulder. “That bad, huh?” He chuckled softly.

“You of all people should know how bad directing can get, especially with cocky actors who don’t show up on time. I mean- you worked with Chris Evans, right?” You teased him and he laughed, nodding. “Honestly-” you chuckled wearily then sighed, giving him a small smile, “there’s no one I’d rather work with.”

“Aw, baby,” Chris pouted sympathetically, giving your arm a gentle squeeze. “You know there’s no one I’d rather work with too, but we’re parents now.” He reminded you, rubbing Harper’s back. “It’s time we learn to work with other people,” he said and you nodding, pouting. “Just do me a favor and don’t fall in-love with your next handsome lead,” he winked then smiled when you chuckled.

“Only if you promise not to fall in-love with your next pretty director.”

“The Russo brothers are my next directors,” Chris chuckled and you laughed, “I think I’ll be fine.”

“Mrs. Evans?” One of your interns called and you turned around. Chris smiled because this was the first time he heard someone call you Mrs. Evans at work as you were always referred to by your maiden name; it was probably because he was there. “You’re needed on set.” As soon as Harper heard that, she tightened her hold on you.

“Tell them I’ll be right there,” you nodded and the intern disappeared around the corner.

“No, Mama,” Harper’s voice quivered slightly, making your heart ache as you hugged her as tightly as she was hugging you. “Please don’t go,” she mumbled into the crook of your neck. “I don’t want you to go.”

You felt your eyes start to well with tears and you looked to Chris, pressing your lips together to suppress your urge to cry. “Don’t start,” he mouthed and shook his head, giving you the smile that would always make you smile; it worked. “C'mon, sweetheart.” Chris gently rubbed Harper’s back, trying to take her from you. “Let’s go home, we’ll see Mama later.”

“No,” Harper shrugged off her dad’s touch, making him sigh. “I don’t want to go,” she huffed, clutching onto you. “I want to stay here with you, Mama.” You beckoned your head for Chris to follow you as you started to make your way to where you were needed while still carrying your stubborn four year old.

“But what are you going to do here with me, baby?” You asked gently and she leaned back in your arms so she could meet your gaze. “I’m going to be busy directing and you don’t know anyone I’m working with. It’s not like Daddy’s set, you won’t have Uncle Seba or Auntie Scar or Uncle Rob to play with you.”

“I can just sit quietly and watch you work,” Harper responded with a grin.

“You could, but I promise you you’d have more fun with Daddy at home.” You told her and she wiggled her tiny mouth from side to side, pondering. “Like I said, it’s not like Daddy’s set. You’re going to be all by yourself, sitting quietly. That sounds so boring, don’t you think?”

“Bug, c'mon. You promised you wouldn’t do this.” Chris reminded her and she sighed. He knew you were on a tight schedule and you needed to stay focus which was why he made Harper promise she wouldn’t do any of what she was currently doing before he took her here. “Your mom’s on a tight schedule, do you remember what that means?”

“Yeah,” Harper nodded, pouting.

“So let’s go home so she can finish work quickly and come home in time for dinner,” Chris told her and she looked between the both of you, still pondering who she wanted to go with and what she’d get to do. “Do you remember what we’re having for dinner? Pi…” He trailed off.

“Zza!” She finished, holding out her arms for her dad to take her. “Okay, let’s go home.” Chris smiled at you, a little too smug for your liking. He’d always been good with kids, you knew that before you married him; it was actually one of the reasons you married him. “Bye Mama,” she leaned over and pecked you on the cheek.

“Bye, sweetheart.” You booped her nose and she giggled. “I’ll see you two at home,” you said and pecked Chris on the lips. “Hopefully in time for dinner,” you pursed your lips, knowing there was a small chance you weren’t going to be.

“Just tell your cast and crew Captain America will come in here armed and ready to whoop their asses if they don’t cut their shit out.” Chris told you, smiling; you chuckled because both of you had completely forgotten that you were in your four year old daughter’s presence until…

“Yeah,” Harper nodded with furrowed brows, “tell them Captain America will come in here armed and ready to whoop their-” Chris covered her mouth, both of you laughing, before she could finish.

“Happy International Women’s Day, mommy!”

Her daughter’s bright smile and beautiful eyes greeted Arizona as she answered the incoming FaceTime call, and the blonde’s mood was immediately lifted. The call was a surprise – coming in way later than usual – but the happiness on her face was evident as her little girl waved through the screen.

“Well, Happy Women’s Day to you too, little miss! This is a nice surprise!”

The image on screen shifted slightly, but Sofia was careful to keep her face in the frame, her background completely out of the picture. Those had been Callie’s instructions – her background could give them away – and she didn’t want to ruin the rest of the surprise.

“What are you doing up so late?”

A grin tugged at the little girl’s face immediately and her dimples popped, just like her mother’s.

“Mama said I could stay up and call you. Cause it’s important to celebrate today and celebrate all the bestest, strongest women we know. Girl power is super important!”

She nodded firmly, her slightly precocious words making Arizona smile again too. If they were doing one thing right, it was certainly raising their girl to be a strong little feminist.

“It is! Girls are awesome – especially you and mama. Did you do anything special today?”

The camera jiggled a little bit again, the movement on Sofia’s end bouncing her image in the frame, but Arizona barely noticed, instead taking a moment to curl back into the couch cushions herself.

“Yeah! We went on a big adventure and mama bought me Moana and I watched it TWICE! I wanna be like her. She doesn’t need a prince, just a chicken,” Sofia beamed happily and continued, “and now we’re gonna have donuts cause–”

She cut herself off, small eyes widening just a bit, and Arizona couldn’t help but laugh.

“Donuts? I mean I’m all for donuts but it’s already past bed time!”

“Oh…yeah,” the little girl nodded swiftly, a slightly suspicious look flitting across her face, “it is bed time. I have to go, mommy.”

“Okay, sweetie…well I’m glad you called. I miss you, and I lov–”

Before she could finish her sentence, the camera cut out and the call ended, and Arizona blinked slightly at the device in her hands – did her daughter just hang up on her? A loud knock sounded at the door, startling her from her thoughts, and with a slight frown the blonde pushed herself off the couch and padded to the front door, unlocking the bolt and pulling it open.


Blue eyes widened in shock as the small body of her daughter practically launched into her arms, but the minute she felt her daughter’s warmth Arizona immediately scooped her up into a ferocious hug, her grin matching the delighted look on the little girl’s face.

“Sofia! What are you doing here?!”

Kissing Sofia’s forehead and setting her back down, Arizona’s hands smoothed through silky hair as the small brunette wrapped her arms around her waist and glued herself to her side. She looked up to meet the eyes of her ex-wife standing on the threshold of the doorway, and her brow furrowed in confusion as dark eyes gazed longingly back.

“We brought donuts.”

Callie held out a flat box, the pink frosting and sprinkles from Arizona’s favourite bakery evident through the lid, and she swallowed thickly, biting her lip a little before speaking again.

“I wanted to celebrate the strongest, bravest, smartest, most beautiful…amazing woman I know…”

Arizona’s eyes softened a little, and she glanced back up to meet Callie’s penetrating gaze.

“…and maybe ask if she wanted to go out sometime. On a date.” the older brunette paused slightly, a hopeful, small smile pulling at her lips, “I’m new in town; just moved here today. And I’d really like to get to know her again.”

Arizona could only blink in surprise, and she instinctively glanced down to look at Sofia – meeting the younger brunette’s equally hopeful and enamored gaze.

“I told you we were on an adventure, mommy.”

She lifted her hand from Arizona’s waist and motioned her closer, and Arizona leaned down, turning her head as her daughter whispered in her ear.

“Mama misses you too. A lot. Please say yes.

The blonde couldn’t help but smile, the warmth spreading through her chest both at her daughter’s words and the nervous, eager look in her ex-wife’s eyes. This would be an adventure, for sure – but one she was so, so ready to go on.

“I think she’d really like that.”

Callie’s face broke into a heart-stopping smile as Arizona replied softly, and she watched as the blonde’s dimples appeared, her nose wrinkling adorably as she grinned. Arizona glanced at the proffered box of donuts between them before reaching up to grab it, her fingers lightly – and purposefully – brushing the ones opposite hers.

“And donuts are a great way to start.”



you guys can go ahead and blame this purely on @blackturtlesofdeath !!

tw: torture mention; graphic descriptions of wounds

wc: 579

              Darkness surrounded him. A fleeting hand briefly pushed back the loose piece of hair that was sticking out. It was warm, calming. Rough, worn from years of hard work. They felt too familiar. “Mama?” Lance whispered, tiredness seeping into his voice.

               “Sh. Sleep. You’re tired.” Her voice drifted softly. “I know you’re tired. Sleep now.  You’re safe. You’re safe. I have you.”

               “Mama, I miss you, so, so much.” His eyes teared up, however they stayed closed. He wanted to reach out, grasp her hand. He needed to feel more warmth. He needed to know she was really there. His fingers patted around him, looking for her.

               “Sh, I know, mijo. I miss you too. I miss you so much.” She whispered, emotion thick in her voice. Her hand met his half-way. All callouses were like he remembered.

               Like he remembered. That sent off a warning bell in his mind, but he ignored it. It felt nice. This felt nice. “Mama, when will I see you? When will I feel like I’m something again? I miss your hugs and your empanadas and tamales. I miss waking up on Christmas morning and getting Julio and Samantha excited.” Tears were streaming down his face, hot, his teeth shattering. His heart was clenching, churning, and turning itself inside out.

               “You can come home, soon.” She whispered gently, rubbing soft, soothing touches into his head. It didn’t stop the tears from flowing.

               “I- I can?” There’s the brief sound of children laughing, the sound of the ocean waves crashing onto the shore, and the heat of the blazing sun.

               “Of course, mijo. You just have to tell me where Voltron is.” Voltron sounded unfamiliar in his mother’s voice. This wasn’t right.

               “Mama, I don’t know what you’re talking about?” He laughed through watery eyes. She shouldn’t know about Voltron. Her grip on his hand became tighter.

               “Mijo, don’t lie to me. You know where they are. Where are the other lions?”

               “Mama, you’re scaring me. Please, I don’t know what you’re talking about!” He cried, trying to pull his hand free. “Please let go!”

               “Where are the lions?” Voices joined in, mixing into her once melodious voice, building into a crescendo.

               “I don’t know-“

               “Where are the-“

               “Mama, I don’t-“

               “Lions?! Where-“

               “Mama, stop it, you’re hurting me-“

               “The Lions?!” The voices sounded demonic now, trying to lure him into telling them where Voltron was. He couldn’t betray his team. Loyalty, he felt, was his only strength.

               “Why can’t I open my eyes?!” He tried to pry his eyes open, but with the loud voices, his attention was haywire, unable to focus on one thing. “Please, let me go.” He whimpered, heart beating rapidly.

               “Tell us where the lions are, and you can go home.” It answered peacefully. He took deep breathes.

               “Sorry, Mama. I can’t go home just yet.” He opened his eyes.

               The full force of the wounds in his legs, back, and everywhere else shocked him, causing him to groan. He had no energy left in his to scream or fight. There was two laser wounds going through his legs. It was obvious he hadn’t been treated properly, with how the area around the wound was becoming veiny and purple. The whipping marks on his back stung horrendously. Footsteps came closer to him. Through his blurry vision, he could make out the shape of Haggar.

               “Well, well, well, Blue Paladin. Seems you’ve left your trance. Now, the real fun begins.”  

whole world

Just a little ssfamily drabble in which five year old Sarada Mikoto Uchiha asks about her grandmother.

My personal head canon is that Sarada has a middle name and she was named after Sasuke’s mother. In this universe, Sasuke came home at various intervals during Sarada’s childhood.

Sarada and Sakura were pouring over family photo albums.

“And that’s my cousin Himeko, remember you met her last year?”

“Yeah, she has pink hair like you, right mama?”

“Mm-hmm,” Sakura hummed while turning the plastic covered pages of the album. She nursed a small cup of green tea while Sarada had her face pressed against her mothers arm, eyes flicking between the photos. Sarada sneaked a sip of the tea before twisting her face in disgust. Sasuke was home, reading in the corner and gave input to the girls’ discussion from time to time.  

“Can we look at the Uchiha albums now?” 

“Of course,” Sakura said as she tipped back her chair slightly to reach for the bookcase.

The clan albums had been salvaged by Sasuke and kept safe in storage until he had returned to the village. They take up their rightful place on the shelves of their apartment, surrounded by trinkets and books brought home by Sasuke from his travels.

The first photo is a formal group shot of Sasuke’s family. “That is your grandmother,” Sakura says quietly, “you are named after her. Wasn’t she pretty?”

“Yeah, she looks a lot like papa doesn’t she?”

“Yes she does.” Sakura smiled at her mother-in-law’s soft eyes and then looked at Sasuke’s face in the family photo, young and boyish. A face she remembers falling in love with.

“Did you ever meet her, mama?”

Sakura sighed, “No honey, I never had that pleasure.” She felt Sasuke shift in his chair across the room.

Ever inquisitive, Sarada bounced from her chair and approached her father.

“Papa, do you think grandma would have liked me having her name?”

“She would have been honoured, Sarada.”

Sharing a small smile with her father, she climbed onto his knee. He moved to make room for her. “What was your mama like?”

“My mother…she was kind and gentle. She made excellent dumplings. She wore vanilla perfume and she could sing really well but that was a secret. She would sing me to sleep most nights. Her hair was soft but her hands were slightly rough from years of handling weapons.”

Sarada frowned sadly at him, “You miss her a lot don’t you papa?”

Sasuke nodded, “Every day.”

Sakura’s heart throbbed painfully in her chest for Sasuke. Separating his pain from her pain had grown more difficult as their years together passed.

“Like the way mama and me miss you when you go away? And how you miss us?” She blinked at him, naive but with her mind always working.

“Almost, but not quite the same. When I miss you,” Sasuke explained in the theoretical way that he does, as if he was teaching her to throw a shuriken at just the right angle. “I know that you and your mother are always here waiting for me.” Sarada curled into his chest with a smile, her fingers plucking at the fabric of his shirt. “And you and mama know, I will always come back to you.” 

As he finished, he met Sakura’s eyes across the room. The moment filled with thoughts of all she had given him and what he tries to give in return. The weight of their child on his knee, her palpable love warming his chest.

From across the room, Sakura felt connected and disconnected from the scene, shared by the dark haired father and daughter. Both connected by blood to such tragedy and hatred and yet so full of a future of light and hope.

“But with grandma, grandpa and uncle Itachi,” Sasuke paused to search for the right words, “I…can’t see them anymore, but I have you and mama here to stop me from being lonely. You have little pieces of all of them inside you, Sarada. So, I don’t need to miss them all the time anymore, because I have you.”

“And mama,” Sarada said, grinning as her mother moved across the room towards them.

Sasuke nodded, and turned to watch Sakura reach his side.

“And your mother,” he repeated quietly, locking eyes with her as she bent to kiss the crown of his head. 

Not for the first time did he wish for his other arm to hold Sakura closer. 

Closing his eyes and with the warmth of his family on either side of him, Sasuke wondered when his whole world had begun to exist in one room.

Misconceptions Part 6

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Natasha x Bucky, Platonic Tony x reader.

Warnings: ANGST. Pregnancy, violence, insecurity and self-loathing, Mutant reader (powers similar to Jean from X-men with a little immortality thrown in) smut sorta. Tiniest amount of fluff, so much swearing.There’s a tiny bit of Non-Con in here, buts its nothing graphic. 


Am putut vedea ca lai iubit-I could see you loved him

Papa zashchitit tebya, printsessa- Daddy will protect you, princess

Originally posted by kissing-pleasure


 “I will kick your ass Barnes” you snarl “Stop fucking pulling your punches” as you dodge the weak punch he throws your way. “I don’ wanna hurt ya darling, ya got such a pretty face, wouldn’ wanna ruin it” he teases. Oh that’s how he wants to play it? You smirk at him and using his bent knee as leverage, you vault up his body, wrapping your legs around his neck and throwing yourself backward. He flips in a forward somersault, landing heavily on his back. He’s gasping for air, looking at you in complete shock. “My fur might be pretty Barnes” you lean down and stare him straight in the eye “But this kitty has claws” you saunter out of the gym, leaving a stunned Bucky alone on the mats. And that’s how you got your nickname.


 You stretch out lazily on the bed, thoroughly rested and refreshed, hair a tangled mess on your head. You reach out blindly searching for your phone, hoping against hope that Tony hasn’t traumatized Ari. “Good Morning Sestra” your hand stills, head snapping in her direction “Natalia” you reply, she cocks a perfect eyebrow at you, and crawls gracefully across the bed, pulling you into her arms. “Why didn’t you tell me sestra” she whispers as you start to sob, “I would never have-“ “I-I know” you interrupt, struggling to get the words out through your tears “That’s exactly why I didn’t tell you! Am putut vedea ca lai iubit Natalia! How could I take that away from you?” she’s rocking you back and forth in her arms, cradling your head against her chest. “(y/n), Barnes and I were never more than casual, I thought maybe we could be, but it felt wrong, like I was filling a void for him. I didn’t realize…” she sighs “I didn’t realize how much you love him, or he loves you, and I’m sorry you felt like you had to run from us sestra.” You sigh “Natty it’s a mess. And it’s not your fault. It’s mine, I let him in, lowered my guard, I can’t do that again, Adriana deserves a mother who can look after herself physically and emotionally, and right now I can barely do either” you lean back against the head board. "Jesus Nat, I’ve never loved anyone the way I love him, I would have done anything for him before Ari came into the picture.And to be honest I probably still will, and that scares the living shit out of me”  you confess. “I can’t keep talking about this” you get up from your position on the bed “I need you and I to be okay Nat, these past months have been hell without you, I want you in my life sestra, in Ari’s life.” Nat considers you an eternity goes by before she finally speaks “I will always be okay with you (y/n). Nothing can ever change that”. You hug her tightly. “Good. Now let’s go find Ari before Tony builds her a mini Iron-Man suit”

You and Natasha make your way into the lounge side by side, chatting amicably about what you have missed since you’ve been gone. Rounding the corner you spy Bucky with Ari in his lap giving her a bottle and whispering “Papa zashchitit tebya, printsessa.” Irrational fear grips you as you hurry over to yank Ari out of his arms. “Hey baby girl” picking her up you cradle her against your chest “Mama missed you” planting a kiss on her forehead. You address Bucky “ Good Morning James” his face hardens “We were fine (y/n). I’m not gonna hurt her ya know” you swallow down the lump forming in your throat “I don’t trust you James” you reply, hurrying out the room, Natasha in tow. “What are you doing sestra?” Nat questions “I don’t fucking know” you reply. 

 You and Nat spent the rest of the morning playing with Adriana, the assassin being surprisingly good with her, cooing and making the most ridiculous faces to get Ari to smile. It was the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen. Putting Ari down for her afternoon nap, Nat makes her final departing remark. “You can’t shut him out forever kitty. Your stubbornness will hurt more people than you know.” It stings more than you care to admit. You need to talk to Bucky. You need to try and come to some sort of agreement regarding Ari, your apprehension is not fair on her. 

 You drag your feet as you approach Bucky’s bedroom. You know your being ridiculously unreasonable, you know he’d protect Ari with his life, you’re being a colossal bitch and you know it. Standing outside his door, you knock three times and call his name, he opens up almost immediately and yanks you roughly inside hissing “What the fuck was that (y/n)” “Get your hands off me and sit the hell down Barnes” you spit back, hackles raised. The mood shifts instantly. “Don’ fuckin say my name like that.” Grabbing you by your upper arms, he pushes you into the wall “I’m sick an’ tired of this shit kitty cat” he purrs into your ear, nipping at the lobe, “I wanna be yours doll” he grabs your ass, pulling you flush against his broad chest. “I want ya to be mine” he kisses a path down your neck, you’re mewling and whimpering arching your back as he nips at your collarbone. He grabs your leg and hooks it around his waist, rolling his hips eliciting a particularly loud moan from you.  “I love you (y/n)” he whispers as he captures your lips in a searing kiss, pouring everything he has into it, all the pent up emotion, all the frustration seeps into it, setting your nerves on fire. “Please let me in, baby” he says as he breaks the kiss. Your eyes flicker to his, seeing the desperation lurking underneath the lust. “Please” he begs. “I…Stop” you push him away, sucking in huge mouthfuls of air “I need to think, I can’t do this with you.” He runs his hands through his hair in frustration “I just need time James. I’m going to try, but you can’t just put your hands on me and expect me to melt” He nods “Take all the time ya want doll. I aint going anywhere, jus’ let me be near ya an’ the baby? Please?” “I’m going to try James. Truly” you tell him, sincerity leaking through your tone “But this can’t happen again alright?”

 “Anythin for ya doll face”

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Imagine meeting Missouri.

A/N: This takes place S1E9, Home. Reader’s thoughts are in italics.

References to this before the series & this one as well.

Dean’s age-26

Sam’s age-22

Reader’s age-15

Dean x Sister!Reader     Sam x Sister!Reader

“Alright, don’t you worry ‘bout a thing. Your wife is crazy about you.” A woman said to a man that she was leading out of the house. After closing the door she shook her head, “Poor bastard. His woman is cold bangin’ the gardener.”

“Why didn’t you tell him?” Dean asked, giving a slight glare at the woman for talking about this subject in front of you but you couldn’t help but have a large grin on your face. 

“People don’t come here for the truth, they come here for good news.” She said, “Well? Y/N, Sam, Dean, come on already, I ain’t got all day.” She motioned for you guys to follow her into the next room. Oh crap, this lady might be legit.

“Well, let me look at ya.” She said with a laugh. “You two sure grew up handsome.” She said, while pointing at Dean, “You were one goofy lookin’ kid too.” Dean glared at her while Sam let out a grin and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh. I like this woman. “Sam, I’m sorry about your girlfriend-,” Oh shit she is legit. “-and Y/N, it’s nice to finally meet ya, your dad talked about you all the time when he was around. Used to come see me when your mama and you were missing.’” She said, Wait, when were we ever missing? You looked over at Dean confused. “And your father? He’s missing?”

“How’d you know all that?” Sam asked.

“What is she talking about Dean?” You whispered to Dean but he pretended to not be listening to you.

“Well you were thinkin’ it just now.” She said while turning her head to you, “And Y/N, your daddy had me looking for since before you were one up until your mama died.” What? You looked at Missouri with wide eyes then whipped over to look at Dean.

“Well, where’s Dad? Is he Ok?” Dean asked, ignoring the fire Missouri had just started with you.

“I don’t know.” Missouri said as she let out a sigh.

“Don’t know? You’re supposed to be psychic right?” Dean snapped at Missouri.

“Boy, you see me sawing some bony tramp in half? You think I’m a magician? I may be able to read thoughts and sense energies in a room, but I can’t just pull facts out of thin air. Sit, please.” The Sam and Dean sat down on the couch but you chose to lean against the wall. “Boy you put your foot on my coffee table, I’m a whack you with a spoon.” Missouri randomly scolded Dean.

“I didn’t do anything!” He replied with wide eyes.

“You were thinkin’ it.” She snapped. Dean looked shocked, while you and Sam couldn’t help but laugh; enjoying seeing Dean being the one in trouble for once.

“Okay, so our dad. When did you first meet him?” Sam asked, diverting the attention away from Dean. When the heck was I missing? I’ve never been away from Dean before in my life.

“He came for a reading, a few days after the fire. I just told him what was really out there in the dark. I guess you could say, I drew back the curtains for him.” She said.

“What about the fire? Do you know what killed our mom?” Dean asked. What really happened to my mom then?

“A little.” She replied, looking up at you with a curious look. “Your daddy took me to the house. He was hoping I could sense echoes, fingerprints, of this thing.”

“And could you?” Sam asked.

Missouri shook her head. “I-.”

“What was it?” Sam cut in.

“I don’t know,” She said in a quiet voice. “But it was evil.”


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We're the ones who live Chapter 2: A talk with Andre, a walking dead fanfic | FanFiction
After Michonne is injured during the fight for Alexandria, her son takes time to have a heart to heart with her.

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“Mama!” Andre yelled, leaping into Michonne’s arms. Instinctively, Michonne caught the energetic little boy, but she stared down at the child wriggling in her arms in confusion. The little boy hugged her tightly, pressing his face into her chest so that she couldn’t see him. 

"Mama I’ve missed you sooo much. Did you miss me?” he asked, his face still hidden in her shirt.

“Andre?” Michonne asked, her voice barely a whisper. The boy didn’t respond, nuzzling his head into her chest and holding her tighter.

“Andre?” Michonne asked again. When there was no response, Michonne pushed the child off of her and backed away. The child looked at her and she could finally see his face. It was Andre. Except the age he would be if he were still alive. His brown eyes widened in shock from her pushing him away.

“Mama it’s me” Andre said, “don’t you remember me?”

“Andre?” Michonne asked a third time, her voice getting high pitched. “How are you here? How are you… oh my God. Andre baby, how are you here?”

“Mama I’ve missed you. I’ve been watching you. Me and daddy. I would talk to you sometimes but you couldn’t hear me.”

“You watched me?” Michonne whispered. “How? Andre… Andre am I… Am I dead?”

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Asugi sighed, following the trail to finding the prince. Shiro had gone missing once again; in this case,  there was an actual reason for it. Seeing as Saizo was Ryoma’s retainer, Asugi took it upon himself to be the young prince’s.

The ten-year-old didn’t realize just how hard it would be to keep track of the brat, though. His eyes narrowed, following Shiro’s trail down to the storeroom just outside the gardens.

It wasn’t too hard for him to spot the bright flash of hair that matched his mother’s, sticking out behind the crates of supplies.

“You’re going to get in trouble if you hide out, like this.” He said blandly, tapping the boy’s head. Shiro yelped, swiveling around to see his caretaker. “Besides, you don’t want to worry your parents, do you?”

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Nick's Family Chapter 4

Hi there, frithislord here. Now is time for chapter 4 of Nick’s Family. I’m so happy everyone is enjoying the story and to all my friends and followers thank you for your kind words and support. Now let’s begin.

Nick’s Family
Chapter 4

Nick and his family looked up in terror. A brown and white colored hawk with yellow eyes, had grabbed her.
Judy felt the tight grip of the bird of prey around her torso. The scared bunny’s heart felt like it was beating a million times minute. Looking down at the ever distant ground, where Nick and his reptilian family were getting smaller and smaller.
The terrified bunny saw poor Clawhauser faint again, while all the snakes were slithering up the trees to save her. She saw their mouths open revealing their sharp fangs trying to reach the bird, but being careful not to bite the bunny. Which caused the hawk to soar down to avoid the bites. Just to get hit in the head by a rock thrown the worried Nick. That made the bird screech in pain. Followed by many rocks thrown by all the repitles that can thrown rocks, trying to hit the bird out the sky or at least try to get it to let go of Judy. Viper was acting like she was throwing a rock with very little to no affort at all. Just giving an evil smile, hoping the hawk will squeeze the rabbit’s eyes out. Judy desperately tryed to use her paws to loosen the bird’s grip. But she couldn’t get it to budge. They were getting lower to the water where Ted and Lewis was jumping out of to snap their jaws at the hawk. When Nick warned them to stop, fearing they might snap Judy. The hawk dodged all alligators, crocodiles, snakes and rocks. To fly higher in the sky.
‘This is it. It’s over, I’m done for. I can’t escape. There’s no hope me, it’s not fair.’ Judy mentally said 'I don’t want to die, it’s not fair. Why couldn’t I have been happy, just being a meter maid. I dreamed too big. Mom and dad were right. Now I’m going to die. Get eaten alive. All I ever wanted to do was to make the world a better place. Who am I kidding, I’m just a stupid carrot farming dumb bunny.’
Judy began to see the life flash before her eyes. Her school play, seeing her all 275 brothers and sisters born, her embarrassing braces, Halloweens, Christmases, birthdays, her dateless proms, getting bullied by Gideon Gray, cooking pies with mom, pulling carrots with her dad and her graduation from ZPD Academy. All good times and bad times. It’s the end.
The poor bunny felt herself about to blackout until she saw the light before her eyes. But this light was reddish orange color, like fire. Judy has always heard stories about a white light flashing before your eyes before ones death. But this was different, it was fire and she felt the heat, the burn. She started to fear that this might be Hell fire. 'What did I do to deserve Hell fire’. Judy thought with tears in her eyes. But this was not Hell fire. This was a fire ball. It hit the hawk right in the chest. The bird let out a screech of fear and pain, before dropping Judy. Who was screaming as she was looking at the ground getting closer and closer.
“Uncle Lewis, Uncle Ted, catch formation!!!” the serious fox ordered.
Lewis stood straight up, with Ted standing on his shoulders and Nick climbed up and stood on Ted’s shoulders. Nick held out his arms to catch the screaming bunny. He caught her bride style. She wrapped her arms around his neck buried, her face in the fox’s chest. The one and only place, she felt comfortable and safe at that moment. Uncle Ted climbed down off of uncle Lewis’s shoulders and placed Nick on the ground.
“Um…I know I’m soft carrots, but you want me to put you down now.” said the sly fox with a grin, hiding his relieve that Judy was okay.
Judy’s ears turn red, as Nick was about to put her down. Just for the bunny to jump in his arms again. When the dead bird fell to the ground, featherless and headless with a burnt smell. They saw up ahead a big shadow coming from the fog. As it got closer, it got smaller. What they heard from the shadow was a loud but old laugh.
“Heheheheeee…not bad for a 197 year old blind chameleon.” said the shadow that was really a very old chameleon with small sunglasses and holding a wooden staff with smoke and small ambers coming off the top of it. Which was the object that was responsible for blowing the hawk out of the sky.
All the reptiles, including Nick were showing respect as if she was royalty.
“Dagnabbit, stop that all of you, I ain’t no queens of de’ Englands. I is a voodoo queens. Big difference.” said the annoyed chameleon.
“Voodoo!?!” the surprised bunny said.
“Yes-voodoo girl”. Replied the chameleon.
“Oh sorry,” said the fox as he put Judy down in her feet. “Carrots this is my grandma 'Mama Oldie’ , Mama Oldie this is-”
“Judy Hopps” interrupted Mama Oldie. “Valedictorians’ of her class, first bunny cop in historys’, born in raised in the Bunnyborrow right!?!”
“H-how did you even know about-”
“What part of voodoo queen don’t you understands, sweetie pie heheheaaaa” replied the old creature.
“And shames on all of you. Why didn’t any of you wake me?” Mama Oldie asked.
“But Mama Oldie, you said never to wake you up when you’re napping.” answered a little gecko.
“Yes-except when my favourite grandson Nicky comes to visit.”
Nick placed both paws gently under Mama Oldie and brought her closer to his face.
“I missed you Mama Oldie” said the happy fox.
“Now come gives your Mama Oldie sum sugar.” Mama Oldie said as she kissed him on the cheek.
“So now child, you needs sum’ help?” the old reptile asked the still surprised bunny.
“Um-um yes I do. I just wan-”
“HOLD UP” shouted Viper as she slithered towards the Nick, Judy and Mama Oldie.
“What is it child?” asked Mama Oldie, wondering what the beautiful snake had to say.
“How do we know if we can trust her. Is she truly worthy of our trust? Of our respect. Is she truly worthy of our Nicky?” asked the viper not out of curiosity, but out of hate.
Though out the centuries, reptiles were feared for their intimidating appearance. Their venomous fangs, their strength and razor sharp teeth. Which reptiles of the past were not capable of speech. So the mammals did not see them as equals. But as animals, like bugs, birds and fish. So they were all hunted down out of fear. To what the mammals thought to extinction. But the reptiles went into hiding. Using the art of camouflage to survive. To never reveal themselves to the world. They learned to talk and read from the mammals. But in hiding where no one could see them. They trusted one another with their lives. Trust only reptiles, never mammals. They made the code of reptile. Ones joy is everyone’s joy, ones sorrow was everyone’s sorrow, If you hurt one you hurt all, you betray one you betray all. Anyone outside of the family that hurts, betrays, or kills one of them. No mercy, no forgiveness just painful death. Trust is very sacred to the reptile. It was the only way they survived this long. Nick was the first and only mammal they ever let in the family. Because they saw how he was treated like less then nothing for being something he couldn’t help. He was just like them. Nick hustled pawsicles to make money for the family. They would sneak into stores unseen using their camouflage to take what they need and leave the money. Nick was their most trusted member of the family.
“You’re right Viper” Mama Oldie answered agreeing with the snake. “Let me see if you is worthy.”
Judy did not know what to expected. But whatever it is, she was scared but ready.


Judy is safe. But for how long? Will Mama Oldie see if Judy is worthy of their trust? And will Clawhauser stop fainting? Find out next chapter and please please comment and tell me what you think. You’re all awesome.😁

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Summary: You and Bucky have a daughter that means the world to you both

Warnings: character death mentions, a swear word or two probably

A/N: This is the first thing I’ve written in a while, so…

This, this is and always be the best day of your life. Looking down at the little bundle joy that you were holding in your arms. She is the definition of perfect, her little fingers and toes, the way she yawned, hell her smile; yes the doctors and your friends tried to tell you it was just gas but you like to think it’s a smile.

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Happy Mother's Day

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Summary: It’s Mother’s Day.


The giggles of a little girl filled your ears and made you stir from your slumber. A quiet, “Ssssshhh” came after it. You smiled as you used the heel of your palms to rub the sleep away from your eyes.

You sat up and opened your eyes to see Poe and your little Shara standing at the foot of the bed, “Happy Mother’s Day!” They both exclaimed. Poe was carrying a tray of breakfast and Shara held up a picture.

Shara climbed onto the bed and handed you the picture, “I drew this for you, Mommy!” You smiled as you looked at the picture. It was a stick figure drawing of you standing in front of your X-wing. Across the page at the bottom, it read: Best Mommy in the Resistance!

“This is the best picture I’ve ever seen, Shar!” You pulled her into your arms and peppered kisses all over her face and she giggled.

“Okay! My turn!” Poe shouted. Shara climbed off your lap and sat beside you. Poe set the tray of breakfast onto your lap. There were chocolate pancakes with the chocolate chips forming a heart in the middle.

You looked up at Poe, “Thank you.” He bent down and gave you a quick kiss on the lips.

“I put the chocolate chips!” Your daughter said.

You beamed at her, “And you did so well, my little flybug!” You cut into the pancake and before you bit into it, you asked Poe, “Did you guys eat?”

He nodded, “Yep. Go ahead.” You obliged and stuffed your face. You hummed at the sweetness filling your mouth. “So what do you want to do today?”

You swallowed the food and took a sip from the glass of orange juice that accompanied your meal, “I wanna visit your mother.”

Poe didn’t expect that answer, “Really?”

You softly smiled and nodded, “Yeah. It’s been a while since we’ve seen her.”

Poe gulped, “Okay. Whatever you like, hon.”


The three of you arrived to Yavin 4 in your old family U-wing. As soon as you landed, Shara ran out to her waiting grandfather, “PAPA KES!”

Kes knelt down and caught the little 6 year old in his arms, “Hey there, flybug!” You and Poe walked out hand in hand. Kes stood back up and hugged the both of you , “Hey, you two. Happy Mother’s Day Y/N.”

“Thanks, dad.”

“Well, she’s waiting as usual.” Poe nodded and pulled Shara with him towards the back of the Dameron home. You stayed behind and Kes looked at you, “Was this your idea?”

You nodded, “You know how he is. It hurts him too much to come back.”

“I’m glad you’re here though. I think it’s the best time to come here.” He nodded towards the direction your husband and daughter went, “Better go catch up. I’ll be inside finishing up lunch.”

“Okay.” You kissed your father-in-law’s cheek and ran to catch up with your family.

Poe and Shara stood next to the famous Force Tree that was gifted to Poe’s mother by Luke Skywalker.

Shara looked at her dad, then the stone that read his mother’s name that she shared. She ran up to the stone and hugged it, “Happy Mother’s Day, Mama Shara.”

Poe sadly smiled as tears fell from his eyes. You stood next to him and intertwined your fingers with his. His hold on you tightened, afraid that if he faltered even a little, you’d disappear, “Happy Mother’s Day, mama. I miss you and think of you every day. I love you so much.”

Suddenly a wind started to blow making the leaves on the ground the three of you swirl around you.

Little Shara’s eyes widened, “It’s Mama Shara!”

Poe started to cry even more. He closed his eyes and felt the wind on his face. He imagined his mom kissing his cheek. He felt a pressure against his body as if someone was hugging him.

Tears started falling from your eyes. This was something you’ve never experience before. It was beautiful.

Both of you just stood there feeling the wind while Shara danced around trying to catch the leaves floating around her. Her laughter filling both of your ears.

Minutes later, the wind faded and everything was back to its calm and peaceful nature.

Poe opened his eyes and looked at you so lovingly, “Thank you.”

You gently stroked Poe’s cheek and kissed him on the lips, “You’re welcome.”

Kes came up from behind clearing his throat. A knowing look fashioning his face, “Uh, the food’s ready. If you’re hungry.”

“Yay!” Shara ran to you two and tugged at both of your hands, “Let’s eat! Let’s eat!”

Both of you chuckling, “Okay, flybug! We’re coming!”

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I understand your thirst and am willing to write some small fics for it. I spoil the lot of you. I will make the s/o a willing part, though, it’s yandere cause I hc that the boy’s kidnapped her but she’s happy to stay. 

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grew up as best friends but you got hot over the summer can i touch ur biceps AU

Modern day Javid AU where Davey is the awkward neighbor
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“Mom do we have to?” Les whined from the backseat.
Davey wiped another tick mark on the dusty dash with his finger.
“That makes 8 times he’s asked that question.” Davey announced to the entire car.
Sarah kicked the back of his seat and threw a goldfish cracker at Les. “Can both of you stop? Like seriously.”
Mrs. Jacobs sighed. “Play nice now. How old are you guys again? And Les, please stop asking. We are spending the summer at grandma’s and that’s final. This might be the last time you get to see her and she really needs our help.” Her kids all fell silent as they fidgeted uncomfortably in their seats. “I would hope you haven’t forgotten that Grandma is the one who let us stay with her for years when you kids were younger. We owe her a lot.”
“Yeah, but isn’t Grandma also the one who kicked you out when you were 19 and pregnant with me?” Sarah muttered from the backseat.
Mrs. Jacobs closed her eyes and sighed. “Please guys. She needs us and she’s family. It’s just for the summer.”
The kids were silent the rest of the way there as they all tried not to think about the awkward tension that had overtaken the car. Davey had never been more relieved to see his Grandma’s house in his life when they pulled into her drive a few hours later.
The Jacobs family began unloading their suitcases and duffle bags from the trunk when they heard a loud engine rev and all turned to watch a black pick up truck fly down the street, swerving just in time to avoid their grandmother’s recycling bins and screech to a halt in the drive next door.
“What is all that noise?” Davey’s grandmother appeared on the porch to investigate the source of the commotion but Davey wasn’t paying attention to her. He was focused on the driver of the truck who was now hopping out of the drivers seat, grinning.
“Are those the Jacobs kids?” The boy squinted in the bright Florida sun and pulled a worn baseball cap from his back pocket to set on his dark hair. He began crossing the strip of grass between his house and the Jacobs’ to greet the neighbor kids he used to play with everyday for 3 years when they were little.
“Jack Kelly?” Mrs. Jacobs grinned. “How are you honey?”
“He’s awful loud, is what he is.” Grandma Jacobs complained from her perch on the front stoop.
Grandma’s noise complaint didn’t seem to phase Jack as he accepted Mrs. Jacobs’ hug and kissed her on the cheek. “Mama Jacobs, I’ve missed you.”
Jack pulled away and turned to his former playmates.
“Sarah, you lost the pigtails? How am I supposed to annoy you now if I can’t pull your braids and get you to scream bloody murder?”
Sarah punched him in the shoulder but hugged him after. “Believe it or not, I actually did miss you. Nobody builds a blanket fort like Jack Kelly.”
Jack puffed out his chest and grinned. “You got that right.” He turned and ruffled Les’ hair. “Is this baby Les? I haven’t seen you since you learned how to use a toilet.”
Les stuck his tongue out at him.
“And my god Davey Jacobs, you haven’t changed at all.”
Davey tried to respond but his brain stopped functioning the minute Jack stepped out of that truck. Davey might not have changed, but Jack sure as hell had. The scrawny seven year old boy who used to have a gap between his teeth and long hair that always fell in his eyes was now a 6 ft tall Abercrombie model with a dazzling smile and biceps that made it look like he never missed arm day. Davey suddenly felt self conscious about the fact that he got winded carrying the laundry basket upstairs.
“Hello? David?” Jack waved a hand in front of Davey’s unfocused eyes. “You still there?”
Sarah rolled her eyes and slapped Davey on the back. “He’s probably daydreaming about math or physics of something else boring.”
Davey blushed and looked at his scuffed sneakers. “Hey Jack.” He mumbled to the ground.
Jack just laughed and patted Davey’s shoulder. “Can I help with those bags?”
“That ruffian isn’t allowed in my house!” Grandma Jacobs called loudly from the porch.
“Doreen, you’re looking stunning today as usual. Are those new dentures?”
The Jacobs kids snickered as Jack backed away to his own house.
“You guys gotta stop over sometime and we’ll hang out like we used to. Come by anytime!” Jack waved goodbye as he disappeared into his house, screen door slamming behind him.


Davey survived the first few days at his grandmother’s home, but only by holing himself away in his room to read. He was halfway through the fifth Harry Potter book one afternoon when Sarah barged into the tiny bedroom he and Les were sharing and snatched the book from his hands.
“Come on. Let’s get outta here.” She jingled the keys to their mom’s car in his face before he smacked her hand away.
“Go away. I’m reading.”
“You’re always reading.” Sarah grabbed his feet and tried to drag him from the bed and Davey clung to the headboard. “Besides, I already asked Jack and he’s taking us to a party tonight.”
Davey couldn’t help the involuntary blush that spread across his face at the mention of Jack. “I’m not going.”
“Davey please. How are you ever gonna get in Jack’s pants if you stay in this room all day long?”
“What! No, that’s not- I mean” Davey squeaked as his face grew even more red.
Sarah succeeded in getting Davey off the bed and he rolled to the floor with a huff. “Davey. I can see you making heart eyes at his house all day long. Like somehow he’s gonna know you’re in love with him because you stare longingly at his shutters.”
Davey thought he hadn’t been quite so obvious. “It doesn’t matter, he’s probably not-”
“Yes he is.” Sarah interjected.
“Sarah he spent half our childhood chasing girls on the playground.”
“He swings both ways stupid. Now get up and put on something besides that tshirt you’ve been wearing for three days. We’re going out tonight, I already cleared it with mom.”
Davey scrambled off the floor as Sarah flung open his closet door and began rummaging through his clothes.
“How can you possibly know which way he swings? We’ve only been here a week!”
Sarah shrugged and she held up a blue button down up against Davey’s chest before tossing it aside. “I have connections in this town. Also, remember that girl that used to hang around with us all the time? Katherine? She also bats for both teams.” Sarah wiggled her eyebrows. “She’s still good friends with Jack and filled me in. Also, she got hella hot and will be there tonight so you need to get ready so I can focus on my own appearance.”
Davey pushed Sarah out of his closet and dug around til he found the shirt he wanted.
“I guess I could go for a little bit…”
“Perfect! Be ready in the car in 20 minutes!”
Sarah hurried out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Davey stared longingly at his book before signing and pulling off his tshirt to get dressed for their night out.


The party was loud, the kids were drunk, Davey was sandy and Jack was nowhere to be found which culminated in a rather unsociable Davey, sitting in a folding chair at the fringes of the beach party nursing a Pepsi. Sarah had long since disappeared with a red solo cup in one hand and Katherine’s hand in the other and the keys to the car in her pocket. Davey really should have seen this coming. He knew Sarah was smart enough not to drive drunk but now he was stuck at the beach until Sarah reappeared. And given her track record, that might not be until tomorrow morning.
Sighing, Davey pushed himself out of the lawn chair and began the long walk back to his grandmothers house. He was only 10 minutes away from the party when a car slowed on the street next to him.
“Hey stranger!” Jack rolled the passenger window down and put the truck in park as Davey as stopped walking. “Where are you going?”
“H-home.” Davey stuttered. He blushed when he heard how nervous his own voice sounded.
“Get in!” Jack unlocked the door and leaned across the seat to open it for him. Davey bit his lip, weighing his options for a moment before hopping up into the truck. The walk back to his grandma’s house was a long one and the view was much better from the passenger seat of Jack’s truck.
Jack fiddled with the radio as they drove in silence for a while. When they passed the turn off street for both their homes, Davey spoke up.
“Hey, you-”
“I know.” Jack cut in, eyes not leaving the road. “I wanna show you something.” He looked up at Davey, sounding slightly nervous. “I mean if that’s okay?”
Davey tried to think of something cute or flirty to say but ended up shrugging and making a weird affirmative squeaking noise that made Jack smile and Davey sink further in his seat blushing.
Jack pulled off the road onto a dirt path that lead toward the ocean. This beach wasn’t full of loud, drunk teenagers though. It was quiet except for the waves lapping against the sandy shore and the hum of insects in the grass.
Jack unbuckled and opened his door. “You coming?”
Davey nodded and hopped out his own door. He followed Jack down to the beach where they both removed their shoes and walked quietly together along the shoreline.
“So how have you been Davey?”
“Oh, you know. Alright I guess.” Davey shrugged and dragged his toe in the sand.
Jack studied him closely. “They bully you in school don’t they?”
Davey looked away quickly. “I… No, that’s not- I mean a little I guess.”
Jack traced his finger along the bruise on Davey’s arm that he told his mom came from tripping down the stairs. Davey flinched.
“I’m sorry.” Jack reached for Davey’s hand cautiously.
“Do you like me?” Davey turned to him, surprising himself with his authoritative tone.
Jack’s eyebrows shot up. “I mean-”
“Because I like you. A lot.” Davey interjected. “I think you’re really hot and I would like to kiss you if that’s okay.”
Jack tried to keep himself from grinning but failed miserably. “That would be very okay.”
With that green light, Davey leaned on his tiptoes and pressed his chapped lips against Jack’s soft, warm ones. They only broke apart when Jack stepped backwards too quickly and began to stumble. Davey stepped back as he watched Jack fall to the ground as sand puffed up around him. He began laughing as he extended a hand to help Jack back up on his feet but Jack yanked his arm so Davey toppled forward, landing on Jack’s chest. His laugh faded away as he realized that he was practically laying on Jack and he attempted to get up with mumbled apologies.
Jack’s strong arms held him down and he pressed a kiss to Davey’s nose. “Don’t be sorry.”
“We’re gonna get sandy.” Davey pointed out as Jack rolled them over and began kissing Davey’s neck softly. Davey lost all ability to form a coherent argument when Jack sucked at the pulse point where his neck and shoulder met.
“Ohhhhhh Jack!”
Jack grinned at him. “You were saying?”
Davey ran his hands down Jack’s hard arms and he fumbled with the hem of his tshirt as he tried to tug it over Jack’s head. “Ignore me. I don’t mind being sandy at all.”
“Well what would your grandma say if she saw you rolling around with that rascally neighbor boy in the sand?” Jack said teasingly as he let Davey pull the shirt over his head and began working on Davey’s own button down.
“Fuck my grandma.”
“Well I would rather fuck you. You’re a lot hotter than Doreen.”
Davey’s giggle quickly turned into a moan as Jack started mouthing his way across Davey’s bare chest.
“I suppose we don’t really have to go home tonight.”


“Where have you been?!” Davey froze in his tracks and cursed the squeaky screen door.
He turned to face his mother, who tapped her foot impatiently.
“Davey it’s four in the morning.”
Davey fiddled with the collar of his shirt, hoping to hide the hickeys from his mom’s eagle eye. She sighed and stepped out of his way to let him pass.
Davey breathed a sigh of relief and started up the stairs.
“Tell Jack that if he’s trying to sneak you home again this summer, he needs to buy a muffler for that truck.”
Davey opened mouth, trying to come up with a reason why he would be out with Jack til the early hours of the morning without giving away what had happened on the beach but his mom just turned off the lamp.
“Goodnight Davey.”

lady-asuka  asked:

Here I am! May I ask for a scenario where Cor is forced to leave Insomnia for a week (because of a mission or something) and his lonely little daughter is terribly sad about it and someone (*cough* drautos *cough*) sacrifice himself and try to cheer her up? ;^;

Heyoooo! :D Okay, so ever since this was sent in, I wanted to write it! I’m glad I finally got up to filling this request! Hope ya’ll are ready for the cutesy angst/ fluff fest! Ya’ll indicated a mix of fluff and angst, and so here it is HAHAHAHAHA! <3


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Ever since his wife had died during child birth, Cor had tried his best to stay around his infant daughter Karina Leonis, better known to all as Kari, as much as he possibly could. The Crownsguard were exceptionally understanding about his single-parent situation and did their best to take up long-term missions and out-of-area jobs for themselves. This usually left Cor in a situation where he was able to complete his marshal duties between the hours of 8am and 6pm. The rest of his hours were usually spent at home settling his baby daughter in for a night of comfortable, sweet dreams right by his side.

However, Kari was now six years old and already enrolled in ‘big school’. She was lively, playful, beautiful and quite mature for her age. Cor had decided that it was time for him to start pulling his weight and move back into active duty out on the field. As a result of this decision, Cor had hastily and rather excitingly picked a week-long mission that involved him clearing out some small daemon nests outside of Galdin Quay. He had Monica Elshett and Nyx Ulric, the heroic glaive, accompanying him on the mission, so he was sure he’d have good company to the destination and then back from the destination.

All in all, Cor was convinced that he was going to have a smooth transition back out onto the field. This perception was crushed the moment he got home and tried to explain to Kari that he wouldn’t be home to tuck her into bed for the next seven nights.

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