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House Rules (M)

Originally posted by nnochu

Summary: Frustration over recent political changes sets you off, and your loving husband helps you see the error of your ways.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 7,492

Warning: Dom!Yoongi, husband/wife relationship, teasing, punishment, edging, ass play, dirty talk, political themes

A/N: I could probably add more warnings. Rest assured, this is not vanilla. Enjoy!

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Punish me (Smut)
I did a thing. I figured it to be best if this was EXO member optional, since with this storyline you could end up with any EXO member really. God forgive me for I have sinned. 

Pairing: EXO member x Reader (You will have to choose one at a certain point, or read it nine times)

Genre: Smut

Edit: Apparently the first part can be classified under ‘humour’. My sister read this and she was laughing her ass off? I did not intend for this to happen but yeah… If it’s the same for you, enjoy.

Word count: 4670 words

Warning: Phone sex, Oral sex, explicit language.

Punish me:

“No, I’m not a free phone sex service!” I shout annoyed through my mobile and immediately cut the call, throwing my mobile onto the kitchen counter. Once, just once, I had been spotted in public with the members of EXO and that was the result; forty calls a day that begin with either “What are you wearing?” or “Tell me how wet you are”.

My mother is the fixed cleaning lady for the Exo dorm, but she broke her leg a few weeks ago. In agreement with SM, I replace her until she gets better. It is summer holiday and that way I don’t need to search for a summer job.

The guys from EXO are my age, so of course the relationship between EXO and me is different than the relationship my mom has with them. Whilst my mom is more a motherly figure, I am more of a friend. That’s why a few days ago, they asked me to go out for dinner with them.

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Perfect Strangers (Part 2): Coffee, Tea, or Pumpkin Spice Latte

Title:  Perfect Strangers (Part 2): Coffee, Tea, or Pumpkin Spice Latte

Author:  Mimi @captain-rogers-beard

Summary:  Bucky Barnes is the consummate ladies man, a different girl every night, no lasting relationships. You are a painfully shy bookworm terrified of getting involved with someone for fear of getting hurt. When the two of you literally run into each other, sparks fly.

Sequel to Three’s Company

Master Post

Characters:  Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Steve Rogers

Word Count:  2566

Warnings: mild language

Author’s Notes: Thank you to @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan and @climbthatmooselikeatree for your invaluable help and contributions.

***My work is not to be posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

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The Gang As Girls (Headcanons)
  • Ponyboy:
  • -she’s so adorable omg
  • -has freckles
  • -her hair goes to the level of her shoulders
  • -Soda always makes the most adorable braids of her hair
  • -likes to craft all sort of stuff
  • -has flowercrowns she made herself
  • -she just loves adding stuff to anything
  • -got plain jeans? give it to her and she’ll make a miracle out of it!
  • -doesn’t like to show off
  • -wants to grow longer hair like her sister’s
  • -small bit jealous of Soda’s hair
  • -pretty tall for her age
  • -doesn’t like loud music
  • -kinda insecure about her freckles
  • -but everyone loves them and finds them so ultra super couper extra cute
  • -gets nervous while talking about her crushes
  • -johnny’s bff
  • -just the cutest girl you’ll ever meet
  • -won’t admit but loves The Beatles
  • -would marry all 4 of them
  • -no question
  • -they’re the reason she has bangs
  • -Two-Bit has all their albums and she’s so jealous
  • -she has a diary
  • -her favourite actor is Marlon Brando
  • -favourite actress is Audrey Hemburn
  • -there isn’t a movie on this planet that moves her world as “Breakfast at Tiffany’s”
  • Sodapop:
  • -has long soft & shiny hair
  • -big baby eyes
  • -how does she do it???
  • -wears a lot of different hair clips
  • -uses hair spray
  • -takes good care of her nails
  • -everyone just loves her
  • -has a very weird fashion sense
  • -she can go from pink girly dress to guerrilla pants, denim jackets and big boots
  • -has a tini tiny crush on Steve
  • -no one knows it
  • -besides Ponyboy
  • -and he’s teasing her about it when they’re alone
  • -likes taking ponyboy’s stuff
  • -she still didn’t return that flowercrown she took last month
  • -Pony’s reminding her 24/7 that she has to give it back
  • -she acts like she’s keep forgetting to give it back
  • -she actually gave it to Steve
  • -so, Pony better say goodbye to your beloved flowercrown
  • -tried cooking
  • -failed
  • -Darry’s been on edge of nerves to learn her to cook
  • -nope
  • -still failure
  • -has a huge poster of Elvis in her room
  • -would sell her soul for it
  • -acts like she can wear heels
  • -no she cannot
  • Darrel:
  • -100% wonderwoman.
  • -she has hair which goes to the middle of her back but most of the time she keeps it in a tall ponytail
  • -usually wears baggy jeans and wide shirts
  • -COOKING LEVEL OVER 99999999
  • -makes the bEST brownies in whole Tulsa
  • -it’s like a social gathering whenever she makes brownies
  • -very protective of her sisters
  • -secretely knows about Pony’s “beatlemania” but won’t tell
  • -always there to save her sisters from any kind of trouble
  • -wishes they could do more stuff on their own
  • -cracks puns on a good day
  • -cracks pans against somebody’s head on a bad day (jk jk jk 😂)
  • -loves to get dressed real nice when going somewhere important
  • -her mother left her pearls and she wears them only on special occasions
  • -loves wearing bracelets
  • -for her last birthday Soda & Pony bought her a small box full of different bracelets
  • -each one for each day
  • -she was extremely happy with the present
  • -she wears them everyday, making sure they know how happy they made her with it
  • -Two-Bit is her bestie
  • -they didn’t hang out that much in since Darry started working
  • -she misses those days
  • -but they still get to hang out sometimes
  • -also listen to records
  • -she loves listening to The Who
  • -has 2 albums under her bed
  • -would wear bell bottoms 24/7
  • -makes her legs look longer
  • -plus comfortable & fashionable
  • Dallas:
  • -has boy-short hair
  • -has a blade in her backpocket
  • -cheekbones as high as her ego
  • -porcelain pretty clean face
  • -if you don’t count few bruises from last week’s fight
  • -not into girly style of dressing
  • -rocks leather jacket
  • -owns a collection of chokers
  • -has wild hair
  • -Johnny tried putting hair clips to make it look decent
  • -nope
  • -the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree
  • -sometimes she goes out in a skirt
  • -rarely but it happens
  • -the girl got all the whisles
  • -and she punched every guy who even dared to say something about her look
  • -her favourite actor is James Dean
  • -she rewatched “Rebel Without A Cause” too many times
  • -feels kinda insecure about her teeth
  • -she tried not to smile too often
  • -Johnny noticed this and told her she has the prettiest & brightest teeth she ever saw
  • -since then Dally’s been laughing like crazy
  • -a huge fan of The Doors
  • -would kill if it meant she can go to one of their concerts
  • -has posters of Jim Morrison in her room
  • -and if you look a bit closer you can also see a few photos of Marilyn Monroe
  • -she absolutely adores her
  • -she and Johnny sometimes recreate scenes from “Some Like it Hot”
  • -of course, Dallas is going as Marilyn Monroe
  • - “I swear to god, if you tell anyone what we just did, not only I will beat you up, I’ll beat you up for good!”
  • - “You’ve got my word!“
  • -professional at doing makeup
  • -not many people know this since she only wears makeup during night’s out
  • -Soda is jealous of her skills
  • -has a small plant which is placed on her room’s window
  • -loves the plant
  • -she even caught herself singing to the plant so it’ll grow faster
  • Steve:
  • -a bit shorter than Soda
  • -has curly hair that goes a little above her shoulders
  • -loVES sweets
  • -specially anything with chocolate
  • -she looks tough & masculine
  • -but still adorable and effortless
  • -when she was younger she didn’t like her nose
  • -no one would even think about it but she she stood in front of a mirror, stared at her face and cried
  • -one time Soda came in and saw her crying in front of a mirror
  • -Soda walked closer to her and pulled her into a hug
  • -they sat in Steve’s room for few hours
  • -Soda didn’t wish to leave until Steve was completely satisfied with her look
  • -“Why would you even think your nose is ugly? It’s beautiful the way it is, just look at it! Look how beautiful is your whole pretty face!”
  • -since then, Steve hasn’t let even a tear
  • -her favourite movie is “Gilda”
  • -she’s a pro at fixing cars
  • -and she looks super cute in her working suit
  • -specially when she wraps a ribbon around her hair
  • -you wouldn’t even believe what kind of beauties work at DX
  • -there are times she walks out in a dress
  • -her favourite dress is dark blue with white dots all over it
  • -her favourite thing to wear on her head beside her ribbon is a flowercrown soda gave her a month ago
  • -simply loves wearing everything
  • -from all makeup, she only uses lipstick
  • -her car is the coolest car in whole Tulsa
  • -has her name written on back of it
  • -she dreams about being Rita Hayworth
  • Two-Bit:
  • -goofiest of all the gang
  • -has straight hair which comes to level of her shoulders
  • -her hair is most of the time tied in piggytails
  • -her dream is to go to Disneyland
  • -she’d take all her friends with her
  • -has a big jewerlly box she made herself
  • -she filled it with all kinds of badges
  • -she has her own collection of badges
  • -gang only knows about it
  • -she has all albums by The Beatles
  • -has no idea Pony is head over heels crazy about them
  • -she likes to wear denim jackets
  • -some of them has a mickey mouse drawn on them
  • -she likes to draw
  • -she made her own little comic series just like mickey mouse
  • -she called the comic: “Two & The Bit”
  • -she had nothing else on her mind so it was more than okay
  • -used to be very close with Darry
  • -hopes those days will be back again
  • -a big fan of color blue
  • -Paul McCartney is her idol
  • -John Lennon is her saviour
  • -the movie she enjoys watching is “Sabrina” with Audrey Hemburn
  • -she and Pony watched it together
  • -both fell in love with it
  • -Steve gave her a lolipop with Mickey Mouse’s face on it
  • -she stared at it so long
  • -she didn’t want to eat such a masterpiece
  • -but still ate it since Dally said he’ll eat it if she won’t
  • Johnny:
  • -her hair is little longer than Dally’s
  • -she has beautiful dark skin
  • -such a cutie beautie
  • -big dark eyes
  • -small nose with few smaller moles on her face
  • -she wears whatever she finds in her closet
  • -she and Pony are like the cutest duo in history
  • -she reads a lot
  • -her favourite book is “Sherlock Holmes”
  • -she watched every movie based on the book
  • -Pony lets her take some of her jewelly
  • -and Johnny lets Pony some of hers
  • -she’s amazed by Pony’s designs, like the flowercrows she made
  • -Johnny even tried writing poetry
  • -she really likes Jimi Hendrix
  • -she knows the lyrics to all his songs
  • -she even got Dallas to listen to them with her
  • -she really admires Dally
  • -but thinks she should try to not get in so much trouble
  • -really quiet
  • -doesn’t like attention
  • -wishes she could get to go to London
  • -she loves doing impressions of Sherlock Holmes


‘  let’s celebrate and remember a year in the life of friends.  ’
‘  remember the love.  ’

‘  real life is getting more like fiction each day.  ’
‘  where is the power?  ’
‘  we’re hungry and frozen.  ’
‘  some life that we’ve chosen.  ’
‘  how can you generate heat when you can’t feel your feet and they’re turning blue.  ’
‘  on every street it’s ‘trick or treat’ and tonight it’s ‘trick.’  ’
‘  welcome back to town.  ’
‘  oh, i should lie down.  ’
‘  everything is brown and uh-oh, i feel sick.  ’
‘  we’re not gonna pay rent.  ’

‘  hey, you bum. get your ass off that range rover.  ’
‘  what happened to (name)? what happened to their heart and the ideals he once pursued?  ’
‘  you’re wasting your time.  ’
‘  you broke your word – this is absurd.  ’
‘  that boy could use some prozac.  ’

‘  what’d you forget?  ’
‘  got a light?  ’
‘  you’re shivering.  ’
‘  they turned off my heat.  ’
‘  i’m just a little weak on my feet.  ’
‘  would you light my candle?  ’
‘  what are you staring at?  ’
‘  i always remind people of – who is she?  ’
‘  i think that i dropped my stash.  ’
‘  i know i’ve seen you out and about when i used to go out.  ’
‘  they say that i have the best ass below 14th street. is it true?  ’
‘  i didn’t recognize you without the handcuffs.  ’
‘  i’m just born to be bad.  ’
‘  our eyes will adjust. thank god for the moon.  ’

‘  today for you – tomorrow for me.  ’
‘  you earned this on the street?  ’
‘  darling, be a dear, i haven’t slept for a year.  ’
‘  i need your help to make my neighbor’s yappy dog disappear.  ’
‘  but sure as i am here that dog is now in doggy hell.  ’

‘  this is weird.  ’
‘  fuckin’ weird.  ’
‘  i’m so mad that i don’t know what to do.  ’
‘  feel like going insane? got a fire in your brain and you’re thinking of drinking gasoline?  ’
‘  honey, i know this act.  ’
‘  it’s a dark, dizzy merry-go-round.  ’
‘  as she keeps you dangling, your heart she is mangling.  ’
‘  it’s different with me.  ’
‘  her cold eyes can burn.  ’
‘  has she ever pouted her lips and called you pookie?  ’
‘  have you ever doubted a kiss or two?  ’
‘  this is spooky.  ’
‘  did you swoon when she walked through the door?  ’
‘  where’d you learn to tango?  ’
‘  you pretend to believe her cause in the end you can’t leave her.  ’

‘  i find some of what you teach suspect because i’m used to relying on intellect.  ’
‘  i try to open up to what i don’t know.  ’
‘  reason says i should have died three years ago.  ’
‘  there’s only us. there’s only this.  ’
‘  forget regret or life is yours to miss.  ’
‘  no other road, no other way. no day but today.  ’

‘  it’s gotta be close to midnight.  ’
‘  my body’s talking to me, it says ‘time for danger.’  ’
‘  i wanna commit a crime, wanna be the cause of a fight.  ’
‘  i wanna put on a tight skirt and flirt with a stranger.  ’
‘  i’ve had a knack from way back at breaking the rules once a i learn the game.  ’
‘  we don’t need any money. i always get in for free.  ’
‘  let’s go out tonight.  ’
‘  in the evening, i’ve got to roam.  ’
‘  let’s find a bar, so dark we forget how we are and all the scars from nevers and maybes die.  ’

‘  who do you think you are?  ’
‘  little girl, the door is that way.  ’
‘  your sweet whisper, i just can’t handle.  ’
‘  i should tell you, i should tell you – no!  ’
‘  another time, another place, our temperature would rise, there’d be a warm in brace.  ’
‘  looking for romance? come back another day.  ’
‘  the heart may freeze or it can burn.  ’
‘  the pain will ease if i could learn.  ’
‘  there is no future. there is no past. i live in this moment as my last.  ’
‘  excuse me if i’m off track.  ’
‘  if your so wise then tell me, why do you need smack?  ’
‘  long ago, you might’ve lit up my heart, but the fire’s dead – ain’t ever gonna start.  ’

‘  live in my house, i’ll be your shelter.  ’
‘  just pay me back with a thousand kisses.  ’
‘  be my lover and i’ll cover you.  ’
‘  don’t got much baggage to lay at your feet, but sweet kisses i’ve got to spare.  ’
‘  i think they meant it when they said you can’t buy love.  ’
‘  you are my love, on life. be my life.  ’
‘  you’ll be my king and i’ll be your castle.  ’
‘  you’ll be my queen and i’ll be your moat.  ’
‘  a new lease you are my love on life, all my life.  ’
‘  i’ve longed to discover something as true as this.  ’
‘  with a thousand kisses, i’ll cover you.  ’

‘  out of the abyss walked a cow, elsie. i asked if she had anything to drink, she said, ‘i’m forbidden to produce milk. in cyberland, we only drink diet coke.’  ’
‘  the only thing to do is jump over the moon.  ’
‘  they’ve closed everything real down.  ’
‘  i gotta get out of here!  ’
‘  i gotta get out of here! it’s like being tied to the hood of a yellow rental truck, being packed in with fertilizer and fuel oil, pushed over a cliff by a suicidal mickey mouse.  ’
‘  and although he once had principals, he abandoned them.  ’
‘  maybe it’s a… female thing.  ’
‘  moo with me!  ’

‘  what am i? just a blur?  ’
‘  go to hell.  ’
‘  i’m surprised a bright and charming girl like you hangs out with these slackers.  ’
‘  do you really want a neighborhood where people piss on your stoop every night?  ’
‘  dearly beloved, we gather here to say our goodbyes.  ’
‘  to being an us for once, instead of a them.  ’
‘  hey mister, she’s my sister.  ’
‘  dorothy and toto went over the rainbow to blow off auntie em.  ’

‘  i should tell you i’m a disaster.  ’
‘  let’s just make this part go faster – i have yet to be in it.  ’
‘  i should tell you i blew the candle out just to get back in.  ’
‘  i’d forgotten how to smile until your candle burned my skin.  ’

‘  you were flirting with the woman in rubber!  ’
‘  there will always be women in rubber flirting with me. give me a break!  ’
‘  every single day i walk down the street, i hear people say ‘baby, so sweet.’  ’
‘  ever since puberty everybody stares at me. boys, girls – i can’t help it, baby.  ’
‘  be kind and don’t lose your mind.  ’
‘  just remember that i’m your baby.  ’
‘  take me for what i am, who i was meant to be.  ’
‘  take me baby, or leave me.  ’
‘  this diva needs her stage!  ’
‘  baby, let’s have fun.  ’
‘  you are the one i choose. folks will kill to fill your shoes.  ’
‘  so be mine, but don’t waste my time.  ’
‘  oh honey bear, are you still my baby?  ’
‘  no way can i be what i’m not, but hey, don’t you want your girl hot?!  ’
‘  don’t fight, don’t lose your head.  ’
‘  every night, who’s in your bed?  ’
‘  kiss pookie.  ’
‘  it won’t work!  ’
‘  i hate mess, but i love you.  ’
‘  so be wise cause this girl satisfies.  ’
‘  you’re one lucky baby.  ’
‘  take me for what i am.  ’
‘  that’s it – the straw that breaks my back.  ’
‘  i quit unless you take it back.  ’
‘  women, what is it about them? can’t live with them or without them.  ’
‘  guess i’m leaving. i’m gone.  ’

‘  i die without you.  ’
‘  but i know blue, only blue, lonely blue, within me blue.  ’
‘  the mind churns, the heart yearns.  ’
‘  life goes on, but i’m gone.  ’

‘  it’s true your with this yuppy scum?  ’
‘  you said you’d never speak to him again.  ’
‘  who said you have any say in who she says things to at all?  ’
‘  who said you should stick your nose in other people’s business?  ’
‘  who said i was talking to you?  ’
‘  we used to have this fight each night – she’d never admit i existed.  ’
‘  he was always run away, hit the road, don’t commit. you’re full of shit!  ’
‘  your full of shit!  ’
‘  you gave an inch when i gave a mile  ’
‘  c’mon guys, chill!  ’
‘  i’d be happy to die for a taste of what they had: someone to live for, unafraid to say i love you.  ’
‘  all your words are nice, but love’s not a three-way street.  ’
‘  love’s not a three-way street.  ’
‘  you’ll never share real love until you love yourself.  ’
‘  you said you’d be cool today, so please, for my sake…  ’
‘  i can’t believe this is goodbye.  ’
‘  how could you let her go?  ’
‘  are you insane? there’s so much to care about.  ’
‘  who are you to tell me what i know?  ’
‘  you hid in your work from facing your failure, facing your loneliness, facing the fact you live a lie.  ’
‘  you’re always preaching not to be numb when that’s how you thrive.  ’
‘  you pretend to create and observe when you really detach from being alive.  ’
‘  are you really jealous?  ’
‘  she’s running out of time and you’re running out the door.  ’
‘  for someone who’s always been let down, who’s heading out of town?  ’
‘  i’ll call.  ’
‘  i hate the fall.  ’
‘  you heard?  ’
‘  you don’t want baggage without life time guarantees. you don’t wanna see me die?  ’
‘  i just came to say goodbye love.  ’
‘  please don’t touch me, understand i’m scared.  ’

‘  your eyes as we said our goodbyes – i can’t get them out of my mind.  ’
‘  i find i can’t hide from your eyes, the ones that took me by surprise, the night you came into my life.  ’
‘  there’s moonlight i see in your eyes.  ’
‘  how’d i let you slip away when i’m longing so to hold you?  ’
‘  now i’d die for one more day ‘cause there’s something i should have told you.  ’
‘  why does distance make us wise?  ’
‘  i should tell you i have always loved you.  ’
‘  i should tell you i have always loved you. you can see it in my eyes.  ’

Arya Would Have Survived In King's Landing

The claim that Arya wouldn’t have survived if she had been in her sister’s situation is an overly repeated idea that can’t be supported by canon. In fact, the theory goes against canon since it requires misinterpreting Arya’s character and completely misunderstanding the political situation in King’s Landing.

To sum it up quickly for TL;DR purposes:

  • The Lannisters needed hostages as leverage against their enemies. If they killed those hostages, they would lose any leverage they might have and put Jaime at risk.
  • Arya survived in Harrenhal where she was forced to serve her enemies and conform her behavior to protect herself from additional abuse and murder. She did this without the protection of being a valuable hostage. If she could do that, she could have done the same in King’s Landing.

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Burden of the Crown

AN: This is based off of one of the titles sent in for the game I did a few weeks ago. I live for amazons now just FYI

submitted by @warehome

    You’re not sure what your sister has against him. Personally you think he’s handsome. He’s brave. A bit too serious, but then so are you. Maybe that’s the attraction? You glance at him over the top of your book.

    You know he knows you’re looking. Just like you know he steals little glances at you. It’s a game of cat and mouse. One you both enjoy too much to end. “You should make a move.”

    You glance at Shayera, as she sits down next to you. Her head goes to rest on your shoulder. You smile at your friend, and change the subject, “Any progress with John?”

    She just sighs, and leans her head on your shoulder, “Is it actually possible to miss a child you never had?”

    You lean your head on top of hers and close your book, “It may still happen Shayera.”

    “He’s proposing to Vixen.”

    You stiffen, before wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “If you want, I can see if my mother will let you stay on the island. No men to deal with.”

    Your best friend laughs, “As heavenly as that sounds sometimes, I’ll face this head on. Still, I wouldn’t wait too long Y/N. When love, true love comes around, it’s best to hold on to it, tight.”

“True love?”

She smiles a sad smile, “I can tell. Plus he never gave you his reasons speech. The long list of reasons dating and being a superhero is a bad idea. That alone is amazing,”  She pulls away a moment later, gives you a peck on the cheek and walks away. You watch her go with a sad smile on your face.

    You’ve seen her dilemma before. While your mother had been blessed with you and your sister, the rest of your sisters, had not had children. Occasionally the urge would hit one of them, and the tears it brought would always make your heart ache. Eventually, the feelings would fade, at least on the outside.

    You suppose the same could be said of you and Bruce. You considered the man your best friend. He was actually willing to spend time with you. Confide in you. And while the two of you had nearly crossed the line before, neither of you had made a definite move past the line of friendship.

    Opening your book, you read all of two sentences before the shouting catches your attention. They stumble in front of you with arms wrapped around each other’s heads. It’s a sight to be sure, and you’re just happy there’s no one around to take a picture for the news outlets.

    You sigh, “Again?”

    Wally and Elastic Man just grin at you. They talk over each other, laying out the argument, occasionally other league members weigh in as they pass by, until you’ve heard enough. “Neither of you are in the right. TO your corners!”

    They try to argue, “I will get the lasso of truth, if you don’t move your behinds, NOW!”

    They jump at your raised voice before scurrying off to their designated corners. You type a quick message to J’onn to keep an eye on them before opening up your book …AGAIN.

    “What was the argument over this time?”

    You jump a bit, as the voice startles you. You find Bruce grinning at you, sans hood. Instead of answering you ask, “What happened to secret identities?”

    He scoffs, “You know who I am, Princess.”

    You smile at the nickname, “Who got the last bit of ice cream, that’s what they were arguing about.”

    “You’d never know they were grown men. Burden of the crown I suppose.”

    You smile and scoot over so that Bruce can sit down, he sits down next to you, so that you’re touching. You raise an eyebrow in question, before he finally asks, “Are you doing anything Saturday night?”

    “Need help taking down a syndicate?”

    “Kind of, there’s a charity auction I have to attend and I was wondering if you’d like to go with me. As my date.”

    You raise an eyebrow, “What about all your reasons?”


    “To not date … at least seriously.”

    He stares at you for a minute, “Not as important as I originally thought.”

    “What time?”

    “Eight o’clock, I figure we can do dinner before hand.”

    You smile, “Sounds good.”

    He gives you one more smile before he pulls the cowl back on and leaves you to read. Out of the corner of your eye you see Shayera standing in the door, she gives you a small smile before turning away. 

Red Jamie and the White Lady - Part 10

Alright my lovelies! @outlandishchridhe is still busy doing her awesome nurse-y things, so we haven’t had a chance to plot anything for Vegas. But… I’ve got a bit of Red Jamie written, so I thought I’d spoil you all. Just remember, you asked for this. You’ll get 10 today and 11 on Thursday. But then you’ll have a full week to wait for 12. @diversemediums is a total rockstar and I love her brain. We’ve come up with some really great plans for the future of this series. Enjoy!

Catch up on part 9 HERE

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There’s some great replies to that thread about John “choosing Mary” and whether it holds up to scrutiny or represents a inherent contradiction in the narrative.

As an aside, for me the Mary arc drives home for me that ACD dispatching Mary was a mark of realizing (even if out of something we might less generously call laziness or a lack of imagination) that he had created such a tight formula with his protagonists that Mary was a disruption that was easier doing away with than having to constantly accommodate.
It was easy for Moffat and Gatiss to characterize this as sexist and then “fix” it. But that remains for me itself not half as cut n dried as one might think.
I’ll not rehash old territory but: Moffat and Gatiss didn’t pick up on a very appealing feature of the stories - some seriously kick ass women clients and their parts in a series of gothic horrors. Who for their time were daily fighting to survive independently in a system built to ensure they didn’t have independence. There are some truly heroic women despite their victimization. COPP remains for me a marvel in this respect - I still feel a thrill of admiration every time she chooses to take the position even though she knows something weird is afoot. She has courage. She is not fearless. But she acts anyway. And she’s not the only one.
Kitty in the illustrious client is another personal favorite. These women feature throughout the short stories - SOLI and SPEC too: you are a woman, you know something is wrong and have reason to fear for your safety or even your life and you choose to walk back into the “lion’s den” despite your fear. For these women the danger of the domestic realm is a key element in the gothic sensibility of the canon.

The women in Mofftiss collective imagination are there all right but to my mind there is a quintessential “Gibson girl” spunk missing that ACD for all his era-conforming faults captures so brilliantly and often with incredible economy.

I remain resolute that they made a massive error in trying to redeem Mary. They didn’t earn it.
And I know this will probably make me a huge outlier but the more time passes the more I find their evolving backstory for Mrs Hudson ridiculous. Their version of her shifts from being a truth teller into something she doesn’t need to be and with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer. The idea that ACD didn’t think Mrs H. had the capacity for bravery is ridiculous- had they not read EMPT? She becomes in BBC Sherlock then a parody. Her best lines are when she is pointing out the emotionally obvious. Why is her ability to care and forgive and always speak her own mind not enough? She’s like a mirror to Norbury. And alongside Mary and Eurus I can’t help but think they really just don’t get something about writing women. (A charge often made about Moffat I have in the past resisted.)
I love the canon because its 2 protagonists are amazing. The stories don’t need more heroes. But they are there. Women bucking against a system. Surviving.
In a contemporary setting so many of the women get pushed into extremes rather than sharing that same basic resilience. Molly in TAB is a shining but perhaps (because it’s set back in ACD’s era) telling exception to the rule. It was a stroke of genius to have her disguise herself as a man to reach her potential.

By having in Eurus their actual “Moriarty” [big bad] be a woman, Mary had then, I presume, in their mind to be a mere decoy villain, along too with Moriarty. (Despite him being such a cleverly drawn character that far exceeds his canon incarnation.)
Had they not created Eurus they could have followed through with Villian!Mary. And I stand by my longstanding pun:
John Watson was literally “sleeping with the enemy” and didn’t know it.
And that is where the perils faced by the canon heroines and the gothic aesthetic of fear become ripe for mining:
His domestic world away from 221b was primed for the deep gothic terror of the canon: you are not safe in the house that circumstances have made your home. You are trapped by circumstance in the place you *should* be safest. That is the scariest thing to Sherlock Holmes of canon. [See his incredible speech in COPP. TLDR: At least in the darkened foggy alleys of London someone might hear you scream.]
And in that “home” you will slowly realize something is wrong. The particular uncanny sensation of “unheimlich” is all through the canon. The veiled “sister” in SHOS or the absolute horrifying terror of DEVI, which is the terror captured in SPEC turned up to ninety.
What a missed opportunity. For John to slowly sense something is wrong but not understand why but separated from Sherlock realize he is isolated. For he and Sherlock to keep secrets from each other. For the audience to know Mary is dangerous and for there to be a cat and mouse game. To make John the Violet Hunter who despite fear walks into danger - a quality they share. THAT was the twist I wanted.
The Empty Hearse appeared it would deliver it and immediately snatched it away.
She was the domestic facade. What an incredibly clever piece of symbolism. But they didn’t follow through. They didn’t let John’s bravery run its course, only his loyalty to her which turns out to apparently not be misplaced at all. Confusing characterization of a man who doesn’t like his wife one minute and lifts her up as he one who taught him who he is is the next aside, why does that feel like a betrayal of canon and its women heroines?
Because in the world of ACD the home you find yourself in can be just as, if not more, scary than meeting a lunatic psychopath in an asylum. What thrills the reader is the idea that you are a prisoner in your own home and don’t realize the windows are locked not to keep out predators but to so as to keep you in until it’s all too late.
They missed one of the most deliciously satisfying threads of the canon. That deep unsettling and incredibly Victorian threat: that the truly ghastly is hidden in something as innocuous as some simple modifications to the ventilation. Or to put it in modern parlance: the call is coming from inside the house.
They had John right there with her and they missed it.
And so too lost is that Villain!Mary could have been meted justice by her own machinations (like being bitten by your own snake. Or mauled by your dog. Or attacked with oil of vitriol. Or trapped by the closing of a heavy stone trap door to a cellar.) What a thoroughly wasted opportunity.

backintheblackparade  asked:

Someone should tell Maggie about Alex's swan dive... she gets nervous/rants, but the result is Kara taking her flying and they bond over it and stuff like Kara and Alex did when they first became sisters

Winn mentions it without realizing that Maggie didn’t already know; that in the chaos of… well… the world almost ending, Alex didn’t tell her about meeting Kara outside.

Via the balcony.

He mentions it at the bar a few weeks later, when they’re just starting to be able to joke again, just starting to be able to laugh again. When Alex has finally gotten Kara to leave the apartment again. 

So now, Kara’s leaning into Alex, her hand still on James’s thigh from the first belly laugh they’d all shared in weeks. Since… since.

But when Winn gestures at Alex with his beer bottle, saying something about “and none of us knew if you were being a badass or completely out of your mind, Alex, swan diving off the balcony in the middle of a warzone like that, like really, do you two practice that kind of thing?”, James kicks Winn lightly under the table. 

Both of the Danvers’ girls go wide as they turn their gaze turns to Maggie, who’s frozen with her beer bottle halfway to her lips.

She blinks once, twice. Turns to Alex. Alex gulps.

“You did what off the balcony in the middle of the war zone?” she asks, and her voice is almost deathly quiet.

Winn pales immediately, apologizes immediately.

He, James, and Kara exchange a tense glance. Maggie’s been having an especially hard time letting Alex out of her sight since… since. And it only got worse after the invasion.

So hearing about… this?

Kara worries at her bottom lip and Alex reaches for Maggie’s hands.

Maggie pulls back.

“I couldn’t get out of the DEO through the front, and I knew the best way to save everyone in the building and out of it was to get out myself so I could assess, so I could plan a counterstrike. So the only way I figured was – “

“I caught her, Maggie, we used to do it when we were kids. Loads of times. She’s fine. She doesn’t weigh a thing, and I – “

“You jumped off the DEO balcony. During an interplanetary fire fight.”

“I caught her, Maggie – “ Kara’s voice was small, and Alex’s posture, even smaller.

“Obviously you caught her, Kara, she’s not in the morgue now is she? And it wouldn’t have mattered if you caught her if she’d gotten shot; do none of you remember how many Daxamite ships were – “

“We were all there, Maggie,” James tries, his voice soft, his hand on her arm softer.

“Great, okay, so then you’ll all understand why I – Alex, you could have died. Again! Do you think I’d be able to… to fight, to function, if anything… Danvers, I – you know what, I… I gotta go.”

She slaps a twenty on the table and is gone before any of the superheroes at the table can even react.

“Maggie,” Alex calls, half-standing, but it’s Kara that rises first.

“I’ll go. It… let me try?”

“I’m sorry,” Winn puts his hand on Alex’s, tears in his eyes.

“Not your fault I forgot to tell her, Schott, I… she’s so angry at me, I – “

“I don’t think she’s angry at you, Alex. I think she’s scared. Let Kara go after her. Give her a minute. She loves you so much, and she’s… she’s almost lost you. A lot. It’ll be okay, Alex. She loves you.”

She lets James’s voice soothe her, lets herself nod at Kara so her little sister can run after Maggie.

She winds up having to run very far.

Because Maggie’s already halfway out of the city on her Triumph, already speeding well past the limit and fogging her helmet slightly with tears.

“Maggie,” Kara calls, checking the abandoned highway before settling into what for her is a moderate flying pace next to Maggie’s bike.

Maggie glances at her and revs her engine, kicking up to over a hundred miles an hour. Kara sighs.

“Maggie, you know I can break the sound barrier, right?” Kara tries again, and her Kryptonian hearing gives her a front row seat to Maggie’s groan and string of muttered curses as she relents, slowing her engine and pulling off to the side of the road.

She tugs off her helmet and Kara gulps at the fire in her eyes.

“What if you’d been late? What if you’d missed her, by just a second? Or caught her the wrong way and dislocated something, or – I can’t lose her, Kara, and she can’t… she’s not you, okay? You maybe still think you can leap before you look because you can fly, but Alex can’t! She’s human, Kara, and she might pretend otherwise, but she breaks like the rest of us! You of all people should know that, how could you – “

“Maggie. I hear you. I do.” Kara’s hands are up around her waist in calm, tearful surrender. “I know Alex is human. And you’re right, I know it better than anyone. I know exactly how many of her broken bones are my fault: all of them. All of them, and she’s the second in command of a clandestine military organization. I know, Maggie. But at the time, it was the safest thing. It… it would be like you riding your motorcycle with… with a mouse in your front pocket, or something.”

“A mouse.” 

“She doesn’t weigh anything to me, Maggie, I…” Kara tosses up her arms and sighs, looking around the strip of highway, the mountains. The calm.

“I can show you,” she offers, and Maggie laughs bitterly.

“No thanks, I’m fine on the ground, kid.” Her voice is dry and her face, steady.

An impasse. Kara lets the silence, the breeze, grow between them like an enemy neither are sure what to call.

“You know it’s one of the first things we did together. As kids. When I first got here… I was so afraid to break any rules. I didn’t want Eliza and Jeremiah to abandon me, and I didn’t want anyone to be angry at me. But Alex… we flew together. She wanted to fly.”

Maggie’s head tilts as she listens, quiet and thoughtful, her eyes softening somewhat along with her heartbeat.

“It started by her asking me if I really could do it. Fly like my cousin. So I showed her. And then I picked her up. She was taller than me, then, but it didn’t… it was the first time I ever heard Alex laugh. Like, really laugh. The first time I touched her without accidentally hurting her. Eliza was always telling her to protect me, always yelling at her when something would go wrong, but when we were flying… her eyes just got so bright.”

“And I take it her eyes were bright when she dove off the balcony in a firefight right into your arms, huh?” Maggie’s words sting, but her tone is more yielding.

Kara sighs. Of course her sister would date someone with such a protective streak. Even when it comes to… her.

“She’s safe, Maggie. She’s safe, and – “

“Show me.”


“You offered to show me. So. Show me.”

Maggie’s heartrate is increasing again, but Kara doesn’t comment. She just nods, silent. Reads Maggie’s body for an indication of how she’d want to be held. Blocks out the sound of Lucy’s sardonic comments about Maggie and Alex’s sex life. Scoops her up so Maggie’s hoisted securely on her back. Not bridal style, like she carries Lena, like she caught Cat.

Her heart quavers.

She focuses.

“Ready?” she asks, and she feels Maggie nod against her hair. 

Maggie resists it, at first. The majesty of it all. The exhilaration.

The heady power of flying without wings, without restraint. With only trust.

Kind of like her motorcycle – no walls on either side, not like her old pickup truck or her police car. Only herself and the road and a piece of magic to hold her up. 

When she rides, the magic is technological.

Now, it’s biological.

She clings to Kara tighter, but it’s not from the thrill of fear that she expected. It’s from just… the thrill.

“This is amazing!” she calls into Kara’s ear, and Kara smiles.

She’ll tell her later that those were Alex’s first words on her first flight, too.

Later, because now, she just soars.

Soars and listens to Maggie laugh, listens to Maggie’s breath, hears her questions and yells back to answer them. They get soaked going through a cloud, and Maggie shivers, but she asks to do it again.

And again, and again.

She promises to ride Maggie’s bike back into National City – “I rescued Alex from Cadmus on a motorcycle, Maggie, I promise I can handle your Triumph” – and she drops Maggie off right at Alex’s apartment.

More precisely, she drops her off right in Alex’s apartment, right into the open window.

“Maggie, what – “ Alex asks, home from her night with the boys after all these hours, nursing a bottle of beer and a terrified heart. “Are you okay? Why – why are you wet?”

Maggie shrugs as Kara sets her down with a small oomph. 

“Your kid sister flew me through a cloud.”

A cloud? I counted at least half a dozen.”

“Guys – “

“It wasn’t that many – “

“You loved it, Maggie, it was absolutely that many – “

Guys!” Alex’s sister and her fiancee both freeze, looking for all the world like drenched, scolded first graders.

“You went flying together?” Alex is asking both of them, but right now, she has eyes only for Maggie.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you,” Maggie’s eyes flood with tears as an answer, and Alex shakes her head, stepping forward to embrace her.

“No, no, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, that I scared you, I – “

“It’s okay, baby. You’re safe now, that’s all I care about.”

“And you’re soaked.”


They giggle softly, relieved, as they kiss, and Kara’s eyes flit up to the ceiling pointedly.

“Well, I’ll just be going – “

“Oh no you won’t,” Maggie pulls back from kissing Alex, though she keeps one hand on Alex’s elbow as she reaches for Kara’s arm. “You’re gonna dry off, put on some of Alex’s clothes, and watch SVU reruns with us until we all pass out,” Maggie invites, and Alex chokes back tears.

“There’s ice cream in the freezer,” Alex seals the deal, and Kara’s excited squeal and even more excited hug takes the breath out of both of them.

The Chris Evans Mini Series (One Shots)

Imagine spending the day at Disneyland with Chris and your children.

A/N: I won’t be writing the mini-series with plots anymore, there will just be the occasional one shots with cutesy family stuff and romantic moments between Y/N and Chris. This one was inspired by the adorable family I met in line at Disneyland. I wanted their life so much. 😭😍

*Fair warning- the word count’s like 3,253. I just couldn’t stop writing? I literally started last night and just finished it in this train ride. So settle in and get ready to die from the fluff.

One of the best things about having jobs in the Hollywood industry- something both you and Chris agreed on- was having to constantly travel to Los Angeles. There were a million reasons why you both loved LA as much as you did, one of the biggest ones being it was how the two of you met. It was also where you experienced and celebrated some of your relationship’s biggest milestones: the first date, the first kiss, the first fight, your first anniversary, and your engagement. Los Angeles was where everything started for you and Chris, which was why you had such a special place in your heart for it and why Chris kept the house in Los Angeles despite settling in Boston. That and Disneyland was there; to have a house where Disneyland was, made for easier and more frequent family holidays.

“God, she looks so beautiful.” Chris commented as he watched your daughter, Charlotte, walk alongside her brother in her little Cinderella outfit. You’d taken her to Fantasy Land where she was transformed into her favorite princess, and as for your son, Jack- he wore an outfit put together by you to make him look like Mickey Mouse. “How did I get so lucky with my girls?” He smiled at his baby girl before turning to you, feeling his smile widen at the sight of his perfect wife.

“I ask myself the same question when I look at my boys,” you shot him a wink and he laughed, following your lead as you turned you attention back on your children. “Lola,” you called when you saw her redirect her attention on the churro cart; she turned to you with innocent eyes, pointing at the sugary fried dough stick that another little girl was holding. “We’ll get one later, okay? We’re going to go see Mickey Mouse first,” you reminded her and her face lit up. “You want to see Mickey, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, grinning. You looked over at Chris when you heard him chuckle, and you smiled at the look of adoration he gave Lola. She returned her attention to her original destination, Mickey Mouse’s House in Toon Town. “Mickey!” She gasped when she saw the huge Mickey Mouse sign. “Jack!” She tapped her big brother’s shoulder excitedly. “Mickey!”

“Mama,” Jack glanced back at you and Chris, his blue eyes asking for permission to run ahead with his sister. You both nodded without hesitation because you’d already briefed them on ground rules and what to do if they got lost, not that they could with yours and Chris’ vigilance. “Let’s go, Lala!” Jack announced and ran ahead with Lola right on his heel.

You and Chris both smiled at Jack’s use of your daughter’s nickname; he had been the one to give it to her. ‘Lala’ was a cuter version of ‘Lola’, which was one of the many, many variations you’d pulled from her name. The many others included: Charlie, Lottie, Lola Rose, and Rosie. Your girl answered to any and all of them; she oddly enjoyed having more than one name and actually preferred if you used more than one name on her.

The story of how Jack gave her the nickname, 'Lala’, was pretty sweet. It was in reference to the fact that your daughter had actually done what you did when you were a child; singing before speaking. Your mom used to sing to you all the time, and you’d somehow picked up the lyrics of lullaby she sang you faster than the words she said to you. Now Lola was the same, thanks to Jack. Since you brought Lola home, Jack had been spending every night by his little sister’s side singing the 'Winnie The Pooh’ theme song to her as a lullaby. You and Chris loved sitting in the hallway, listening to him put his baby sister to bed. You’d look over at Chris and smile and he’d smile back, and the two of you would just sit and appreciate how perfect your lives were.

“Bud!” Chris called out and Jack stopped, looking over his shoulder at his dad. “Hold her hand, please.” Your adorable Mickey Mouse nodded and ran after your precious Cinderella, who did not stop at the sound of her dad’s voice. “And you,” Chris looked over at you, smiling as he took your hand in his. “Hold my hand, please.”

You chuckled and entwined your fingers with his. He smiled and pressed a kiss to the side of your head before returning his attention to your children and the stroller he was pushing. It seemed a lot harder to maneuver now that he was only using one hand, but it didn’t stop him from holding your hand. You leaned in and kissed his cheek, pulling a smile from him. You chuckled softly and adjusted your backpack straps before refocusing your attention on your children; both of which were happily skipping towards Mickey’s House.

While it was nice to be able to come to Disneyland with your adorable children, you’d both missed the simplicity of coming to the park as a couple. You’d remember the good old days when you could come empty handed, and now you had to haul half your house along with you just in case your little ones needed something in the spur of the moment. You didn’t know why Lola would need her Winnie the Pooh bathrobe at Disneyland, but you brought it anyway because you didn’t want to deal with her “I told you so, Mama.” Chris also had to give up some of his favorite rides- like Space Mountain- because both kids were too young for it and he couldn’t leave you to watch them alone. As much as the two of you reminisced about the good old days, you couldn’t imagine a better way to enjoy Disneyland than with your darling children.

“We’re waiting for Daddy and Mama, Lala,” Jack tugged onto Lola’s hand, preventing her from joining the queue. She pouted, but stayed by her brother’s side. “There they are!” Jack waved at the both of you then pointed at the line. “Do we go in now?” He asked you and Chris.

“Yeah,” you nodded and pulled your hand from Chris’ to move closer and usher them into the queue; Chris followed behind, tugging at his hat and gesturing for you to do the same. That was the downside of doing Disneyland as a famous couple, people pounced when they spotted you in lines because you couldn’t really go anywhere, now could you? “It’s going to be a while, do either of you want to sit in the stroller or be carried?” You asked your two and they both shook their heads.

“Thank God,” you heard Chris murmured under his breath and you chuckled. “What?” He looked up at you, laughing. “I’m all for them sitting in the stroller, but I’m not going to carry either of them while waiting half an hour in this line. It’s going to kill my back,” he said as he stretched, making you laugh. “What now?” He chuckled, playfully nudging you with the stroller.

“We’re not that old, Evans.”

“You’re not, but I’m older than you.” He smiled when you laughed. “You married an old man,” he teased, reaching over the stroller to poke your arm. You chuckled and playfully slapped his hand away. “I’m just going to be like this gray heap and you’re going to still look drop dead gorgeous, aren’t you?”

“Okay, calm down,” you laughed. “You’re only six years older than me, you dork. And please,” you walked to join his side; he put an arm around you. “You couldn’t be a gray heap even if you tried,” you said and he chuckled. “You’re like a fine wine,” you pecked his jawline, “better with age.”

“Aren’t you sweet?” He squeezed you into him, making you chuckle as you wrapped an arm around his waist. You both let your gaze fall onto your children, who were being just as sweet as their parents; Jack was helping Lola adjust the tiara on her head. “We’re really nailing the whole parenting thing, aren’t we?” Chris whispered into your ear.

“I’d like to think so,” you nodded, smiling.

“Do you want to know why things turned out so well with us though?” He asked and you nodded, meeting his gaze. “It’s because I love you,” he told you and you smiled. “I always say that a family only works if it’s built off the extension of the love you feel for a person, and clearly- we feel a lot of that love for each other. I’ve never, ever thought once that my life wouldn’t be complete without a child in it because I have you. Darling,” he smiled, “you- this relationship, it’s always going to be the thing I want more than anything in the world.”

“Aw, stop it you.” You couldn’t help your smile as he kissed your forehead. When he pulled back and looked at you, the adoration he had in his eyes- made you feel like the writer girl on that first date with actor Chris Evans all over again. “You’re going to make me swoon,” you joked and he laughed, pressing another kiss to your forehead.

“Mama, look.” Lola called for your attention and you both turned to her, smiling. She grinned as she twirled, making her blue ball gown puff up before gracefully settling around her. “I love this dress, I want to wear it everyday!” You and Chris chuckled as she jumped up and down, and did a little happy dance; the other people in the line were watching her too, smiling because she was a total doll. She started to sing as she continued to jump,

“Winnie The Pooh,
Winnie The Pooh!
Chubby, little cubby, all stuffed with fluff.”

“Lala,” Jack giggled, taking her hands to stop her from jumping. She looked at him with curious eyes, wondering why her brother stopped her. “You can’t sing Winnie The Pooh now, we’re going to see Mickey Mouse. You have to sing the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse song with me!”

“Jack,” Chris laughed. “Let her sing whatever she wants to sing.”

“But we’re waiting to see Mickey, Daddy!” Jack giggled. “We have to sing his song.”

“Yeah!” Lola agreed, like she always did with her brother. They both jumped up and down with her brother as they began to sing the Mickey Mouse song. They knew that one by heart too because other than Disney, they didn’t watch much of anything else. But that was because of you and Chris, you didn’t trust any other company to inspire and shape your children.

“He’s too much like you, you know that right?”

“Perfectionism is not a bad trait to have,” you retorted with a smile.

“That’s not perfectionism,” Chris chuckled, “that’s called being a control freak.”

“Control freak or not, I found someone amazing to love me,” you said and he laughed, leaning forward to press his lips against your hair. “So I think I can let him do him,” you giggled when Chris tickled your sides. “Stop,” you laughed and squirmed away from him as the queue continued to move forward. “Sweetheart, where are you going?” You laughed and reached for Lola as she walked under the ropes; you missed her by an inch. “Baby, come back here please.”

“But it’s Prince Charming,” she pointed at a boy about her age who was dressed as Prince Charming. You looked over at Chris and you both chuckled softly. “Hi!” She smiled at him and he smiled back; the boy’s parents smiled at her then at the both of you. “I’m Cinderella.” She curtsied which earned her a bow from him; everyone who was watching their interaction felt their heart melt.

“Could we take a picture of her with your son?” Chris asked, reaching into his back pocket for his phone. The parents nodded, taking out their phones to do the same. “Stand next to him, bug.” Lola nodded and got into position, wrapping an arm around the boy who wrapped an arm around her. “Oh my God, our moms are going to die at this picture.”

“Yeah, I know right?” You chuckled as Chris took the picture. “Thank you so much,” you told the boy’s parents and they nodded, smiling at Lola who was giving their son a hug. “Your boy is so sweet, very handsome too.”

“Thank you,” the mom smiled. “Your daughter is very sweet and beautiful too, a real Disney Princess.” You and Chris smiled and nodded in acknowledgement. The line started to move as Lola made her way back to you, grinning happily. “We’ll see you,” she said as it was their turn to enter Mickey’s House.

“Daddy,” Lola tugged at his pants and Chris looked down. “Can I see?” She asked and he nodded, descending to his knees to show her the photo he’d just taken. “Awwww,” she cooed at the photograph. “I’m so cute, Daddy.” She looked up at you when she heard you laugh, grinning.

“Yes you are,” Chris hugged her with one arm, nuzzling her with his face and giving her cheek playfully loud kisses. “You’re the cutest bug around.” She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck as he scooped her up into his arms. “You’re my little princess, aren’t you?”

“Mm hm,” she nodded.

You looked over at Jack, who was patiently waiting in line while his baby sister got all the attention. You felt bad even though he didn’t show any sign of jealousy or annoyance. “Bud,” you called and he looked over, smiling. “C'mere sweetheart,” you beckoned him over with your head. “Are you having fun?” You asked him, adjusting his Mickey Mouse cap.

“So much fun, Mama,” he grinned. “I can’t wait to see Mickey Mouse again. Do you think he’ll remember me?”

“Of course, baby. You’re too special to forget,” you booped his nose and he giggled. “Where do you want to go after this?” You asked him. “Do you want to go eat some food first, or do you want to continue visiting the houses, or…” You trailed off, hoping he’d chime in with a decision.

“I want churros!” Lola chimed before Jack could, and Jack nodded at that suggestion without hesitation. You and Chris chuckled softly at how easy your children were and how willing they were to compromise with the other’s request. “Do you want churros, Daddy?”

“I’d rather a Mickey ice-cream bar,” he answered with a shake of his head and laughed when he saw you roll your eyes; you still didn’t understand how he could pass up a churro. “You three can grab a churro though, we’ll go get some before we make our way to Minnie’s House.”

“Yay!” Jack and Lola cheered.

The line continued to move and soon it was your turn to enter Mickey’s House. You took photos of your children as they made their way through the house, interacting with the furniture and items in the house. Despite having visited the house numerous times, they were still just as excited as the first time. You turned to Chris who was already smiling at you, you smiled when you saw him mouth “thank you for this.” You felt your eyes well at that simple sentence, nodding in acknowledgment.

It was a few more stops and a little bit more of waiting before you could all finally meet Mickey Mouse. The staff member who brought you into the room seemed to recognize you, Chris, and your children- all of which were constantly under the eye of the media. But she remained professional and said nothing, just smiled excitedly. She was definitely more interested in how adorable your children were than the two of you.

“Mickey!” Jack and Lola screamed the second they saw him. Mickey Mouse looked over and gave them an excited wave before reacting to their outfits; whoever was under the suit was doing a fantastic job. “Mickey, Mickey, Mickey!” They chanted, jumping up and down.

“They’re as dorky as us,” you whispered into Chris’ ear and you both laughed. “Uh oh,” you chuckled softly when you noticed a group of girls in their twenties looking your way and whispering among themselves. “I think we’ve been spotted.”

“I’m not surprised, we’re quite an attractive family.” He joked and you laughed, slapping his arm playfully. “It’s fine, I don’t think they’ll approach us.”

You nodded in agreement, looking over at them. You smiled and gave them a quick wave to acknowledge them. You and Chris chuckled when their excitement increased. They smiled and waved back, taking a few photos with their phones but keeping their distance. Usually you and Chris didn’t like people taking pap-like shots of you and your children, but you didn’t mind this time. They were polite enough to keep their distance, you could give them a few photos.

“Would you like to get in position?” The staff asked you and Chris, gesturing you towards Mickey. Your children were already by his side, hugging him tightly. “Do you want a few shots on your phone as well, or do you just want us to take it on our camera?”

“Both, please.” Chris told her and passed her his phone as you joined Mickey’s side. Mickey looked at you with a nod and wrapped an arm around you, giving you a one arm hug. “Thank you,” Chris nodded at the cameraman then walked over to join Mickey’s other side; Mickey gave him a one arm hug too.

“Yay!” Jack and Lola cheered then grinned excitedly as they hugged onto Mickey tightly, smiling at the camera. They were clearly very used to being photographed after attending all those red carpet events with the both of you while you were on the press tour for your movie, 'Charlotte Rose’.

“Okay, are we ready?” The cameraman asked and you all nodded, smiling for the photo. “One, two, three.” The flash went off once, then again, and once more. “And now for your phone.” He stepped out of the way so his co-worker could use Chris’ phone to take photos for you.

“Perfect,” the woman with Chris’ phone nodded after taking the photos. “Thank you,” she passed it back to Chris and he thanked her before turning his attention to where yours was.

Your little ones were still interacting with Mickey, hugging him as many times as they could. Mickey looked up at both of you; the person under the suit could not stop smiling at how adorable your children were. Everyone who was in the room with you felt incredibly lucky to have been able to witness your family’s photo shoot. Most of them were fans, so to see you and Chris was like a dream come true, but to be able to see the both of you with your kids- as parents, was an experience out of their imagination.

“I always thought that Disneyland was the happiest place on earth,” Chris wrapped an arm around you and whispered into your ear. “I was wrong.” Your eyes narrowed and you turned to him so quickly that you might’ve pulled a muscle in your neck. “Hear me out,” he laughed at your reaction and you chuckled softly, leaning into him. “I was wrong because I see now that anywhere with you, and our kids, is the happiest place on earth.”

“Aw,” you cooed and pecked his lips. “The feeling’s mutual, Evans.”

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The Truth Behind “You are My Heaven”

A/N: Hello, my lovelies. This is not a fic, it’s actually a personal story. Or more like a word blurt. But I offered to share it and people seemed interested, so here it is. This is what inspired my fic You Are My Heaven. Spoilers below, I guess, if you haven’t read the fic. Also, I am working on an epilogue, but it might take me a few more days. You’re all wonderful. Read this if you’d like, but no hard feelings if you don’t. I will be tagging my permanent list below, though. Hope no one minds. Here we go. 

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Broken Not Shattered (Teen Dad AU Jaehyun/ Brother AU Mark)

Originally posted by limitless-jaehyun

Type: Angst Fluff

Request: Nct Mark lee (changed to Jaehyun) teenage dad au, but the mother of his child dies at birth.

Okay, i get it. And yes the little brother would be great, maybe for jaehyun?

~the original plot involved Mark in the dad position but we have gotten to the point to just make Mark the brother instead and it has the original plot to it~

It happened to be a harsh reality, a major wake up call to everyone in and around your family. You were healthy and could have lived a long long life but you kept something secret at least from your little brother. The fact that there wasn’t a large chance you’d make in through birthing your daughter. Of course no one was thinking that, not even the people you told. Mark came into the room for only a few minutes, his older teenage sibling was holding a tiny little baby girl. No dad who cared to actually be a dad so only your family was there to raise her. Then the next moment you were flat lining rather quickly. In a rush Mark ended up holding his niece as the sweet moment went tragic. He couldn’t believe he had watched his sister die, his arms were filled with a crying newborn and his innocent world was shattered. 


Your room was as you left it before you passed away. No one in your home was able to get anything from it, Mark even ended up having his little niece Camari sleeping in his room instead. “When are you coming back to school?” Jeno asked Mark who sat down on his bed “I have to go back next week” he spoke calmly “are you okay? That’s not the right question, are you feeling better?” he  asked Mark “physically yeah I’m fine, mentally” he sighs as he quickly got up and began picking up the little clothing that littered his floor “my sister is dead and it’s something that takes more than a month to get over but I have to start living again” he told his younger. “So are you going to raise Camari once you graduate?” he then was asked “I mean I will help but she’s legally under my parents care” he comments as he puts rags, little socks, and onesies into his hamper. 

“I’ll do my best don’t worry” he smiled at his friend.


The moment he walked into school he felt a different aura in it than normally, the little memorial for you irked him. The people who cried and gave him saddened looks were the same people who bullied and called you names because you were nothing more than a pregnant ‘slut’ to all of them who was ruining her life for keeping the baby. He went to class, the once bubbly and happy teen he was had been replaced by a silent and mellow one. He had reality thrust at him and it made him grow up. He sat in his desk as everyone had left for lunch “yo Mark!” he heard from the door as Haechan leaned there “come on” he said as Mark nodded and got up.

The group started to the cafeteria but right before they went in Mark had stopped. He watched as a male made his move on a girl “Mark are you okay?” Renjun asked before everything snapped. One minute he was there and the next he was being yanked off of the male he had managed to take down.


Jaehyun sat in the office with a bag of ice covering the left side of his face. He had a black eye, busted lower lip, and his body had taken a few good blow from Mark who only had bloody knuckles. “Mark what the hell have you done?” his mother’s voice filled the room as Jaehyun looked over before looking away. Soon Jaehyun’s parents piled in as they were horrified what damage had been done to their son. “This boy has beat my son, unprovoked. Why isn’t he in cuff?” Jaehyun’s mother asked “it wasn’t unprovoked” Mark hissed “I wasn’t doing anything” Jaehyun threw back.

“I couldn’t let you do it again” Mark said confusing the room “Mark-” “he killed my sister” he nearly yelled. “Mark” his mother shook his head “she died giving birth-” “the baby had to get in there somehow didn’t it?” Mark commented sarcastically “what are you talking about boy?” Jaehyun’s father spoke “your son got my sister pregnant” Jaehyun began panicking “you’re lying” “and you should sneak out of my house better” Mark told him. “Fine, I told her to get rid of it. She thought it was wrong to do so. I didn’t want it and still don’t-” “you don’t have a choice” his father cut him off “what?” Jaehyun looked up “if you wouldn’t have been stupid a girl might not be dead and you wouldn’t have gotten your ass beaten by a sophomore” he explained as Mark smirked.


“I don’t want to do this” Jaehyun said to his mother “I don’t care. You’re going to take care of your daughter” she told him. He was once more in your home, he was having to pick up things that his daughter needed. “Everything you need is in a bag in Mark’s room” Mark’s mother spoke as Jaehyun sighed and headed down the hall. His eyes landed on the door to your room. It was wide open as he walked into the room, his eyes landed on the crib in the corner. Newborn baby clothing, tiny toys here and there.

He looked around the room, memories began shooting through his head. Your first kiss was by the door as he kissed you before he left. He took a seat on the bed as he could feel a tingle in his back and neck where you used to massage him at when he sat on the edge of the bed. His eyes began to water as he stood up and walked to your desk. He turned the computer on, his eyes met with the background of the desktop. Every ultrasound you had for 8 months was there. And only one icon was visible.

He dragged the mouse over it as a word document came up.

‘Hello whoever is reading this,

I guess I didn’t make it…..

Please don’t be too sad, I choice this for myself.

It’s hard to imagine my little girl growing up without mommy, or even daddy but I know she’ll be in good hands. Mom, dad, Mark. I know you’ll do your best for the little alien, like Mark always joked. I’m glad I was blessed with a supportive family. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you Mark, I know it would have been a thing that loomed over you the whole time I was pregnant. You wouldn’t enjoy the fact I had life growing in me if you knew.

Tell my little girl…don’t fall in love with the first boy who charms her. I know it won’t happen that way because love is love. I have the motherly worry in me and I never want her to feel what I did but I guess I should thank him as well.

You brightened my world by giving me her. Even if I never get to watch her grow up, I’m happy. And I hate to say it but I still think about you, your love you gave me before all of this was wonderful and something to cherish as you’ll be my first and only love I ever have.

I don’t really know what else to say, I’ve known I will have problems and have come to accept that for the most parts. But death is so scary. I’m scared to die so scared. But I know I’m doing what I think is right.

Love the memories but please don’t get stuck in the past. Make new ones with Camari Please!

Love always,


Jaehyun sat quietly wiping his tears, it hit him so hard. You loved him and he’d be the first and only man who broke your heart. You died because you birthed his child. He felt so bad for thinking so little of his daughter, you had given up everything for her and he wasn’t willing to give her a minute of his time. He ventured into your pictures on the computer, many pictures of your life came up. You must have looked at the often while you sat there.

“I’ll do it for you. She’ll grow up with a daddy” he spoke to himself “you were-are my first love too. I’m so sorry” he continued. “I didn’t leave the door open for you to come in here to ruin everything” another voice filled his ears startling him. Mark stood there. Jaehyun’s face glowed in the light of the desktop before he wiped his eyes and got up. “I’m sorry for all the troubles I’ve caused your family” he said as he rushed out and headed towards Mark’s room to grab the bag.

Mark walked in your room for the first time in a while to see what was on your computer. His eyes were filled with a picture of you and Jaehyun, you two looked so happy together. He changed the picture as soon a picture of you two together came up, you were so young in this one. Mark’s face had a genuine smile on it, he used to get so annoyed with all the pictures but now they were almost as precious as his niece. He read the letter feeling bitter sweet the whole time before he let out a sigh shutting the computer down and getting up. He looked around the room before he picked up your prized stuffed animal bringing it close, he was going to treasure it until your daughter was old enough to love it as well. “I’ll come visit again sometime. But now the boys want to hang out and I think I will this time” he spoke to the room. “Good night Y/N. Thank you and I love you sis” he continued as he shut the door.

For @canonaryastark: Favourite quote

I thought about this and quickly realised I didn’t want to pick just one favourite quote. There are so many that touch me, that really make me feel something, and I think I can do better justice to canon Arya by discussing favourites plural, rather than just the one quote. Instead I have chosen several quotes, or more correctly, several passages, because these passages are linked with themes in Arya’s story, and because they are really good.

The first is from when Arya is in Harrenhal, reeling from the news that Bran and Rickon might be dead, feeling powerless, and adrift. We have her thinking about Winterfell being burned, and essentially gone, and Arya’s doubts increasing now that her home is lost because home is what she has wanted so dearly.

If Winterfell is truly gone, is this my home now? Am I still Arya, or only Nan the serving girl, for forever and forever and forever?

She asks the question, and it is in the godswood at Harrenhal, when she prays to the old gods, that she receives the answer. Firstly:

…far far off, beyond the godswood and the haunted towers and the immense stone walls of Harrenhal, from somewhere out in the world, came the long lonely howl of a wolf. Gooseprickles rose on Arya’s skin, and for an instant she felt dizzy.

This alone is an answer. Arya has been feeling like a mouse, small and powerless, but she isn’t. She’s a Stark, a wolf, and in this moment she connects with Nymeria, the beginning of her warging into the direwolf, and the beginning of the bond that will ensure that no matter what she calls herself, no matter what is thrown at her, no matter what trial she endures, that identity cannot be taken from her.

Then to really hammer it home, the old gods speak to her.

“You are Arya of Winterfell, daughter of the north. You told me you could be strong. You have the wolf blood in you.”
“The wolf blood.” Arya remembered now. “I’ll be as strong as Robb. I said I would.” She took a deep breath, then lifted the broomstick in both hands and brought it down across her knee. It broke with a loud crack, and she threw the pieces aside. I am a direwolf, and done with wooden teeth.

It is a reminder, but it’s also more than that. This moment is so powerful. It isn’t just about Arya’s identity, it’s about her connections. Her father is gone, but it is his voice she hears, and even with him being gone she is still a daughter of the north, still a Stark, still of Winterfell, wolf blooded, a direwolf and not just because it’s the sigil of her house. This moment empowers Arya, and it is a moment she will continue to draw strength from, that affirmation that she is a wolf, and that she can and will be strong in the face of adversity, even though she’s still only a little girl.

The passage continues, showing that the effects of her experience in the godswood stay with her.

That night she lay in her narrow bed upon the scratchy straw, listening to the voices of the living and the dead whisper and argue as she waited for the moon to rise. They were the only voices she trusted anymore. She could hear the sound of her own breath, and the wolves as well, a great pack of them now. They are closer than the one I heard in the godswood, she thought. They are calling to me.

Her connection to the wolves, to Nymeria will only get stronger from this point. She can hear them, a pack, calling to her, and it’s not in her head. Arya struggles with loneliness, and yearns for family, for a pack, and she has one with the wolves. This passage is the start of her realising this. Her bond with the direwolf, and reclaiming of her identity as a wolf, sets her on a course that will not only affect Arya herself, but impact Westeros even while Arya isn’t even on that continent.

Her warging of Nymeria doesn’t only provide her with a pack. It also serves to highlight Arya’s issues with loneliness, and feelings of abandonment.

That was the best part, the dreaming. She dreamed of wolves most every night. A great pack of wolves, with her at the head. She was bigger than any of them, stronger, swifter, faster. She could outrun horses and outfight lions. When she bared her teeth even men would run from her, her belly was never empty long, and her fur kept her warm even when the wind was blowing cold. And her brothers and sisters were with her, many and more of them, fierce and terrible and hers. They would never leave her.

That last part is telling. When Arya wargs into Nymeria she feels strong, no matter what position she herself is in. She also feels like she has family, a wolf family, brothers and sisters. Arya has lost family, lost her father, and then her mother, and she’s grieving for those losses and for the loss of Robb, and Bran and Rickon who she also believes to be dead. That loss affects her so much that she feels she has “a hole where her heart used to be” and the Kindly Man observes that she has “sad grey eyes that have seen too much.”

When she is told she must rid herself of all that makes her Arya, starting with her possessions, we see how much she still longs for her family, and misses them. We see that Needle, beyond being just a present given to her and a tool she might use to protect herself, represents a connection to her home, and her family, and all those she loves.

“It’s just a stupid sword,“ she said, aloud this time…
… but it wasn’t.
Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile.”

Needle is home, Needle is family, Needle is the North and its people, and it’s Jon Snow, the person Arya loves best. Arya can’t give that up, won’t give that up, and so she cannot give up Needle. Like Nymeria and the wolf pack, it is a tie to her identity, one she cannot give up, no matter how much the House of Black and White tries to make her.

“Who are you?” he would ask her every day. “No one,” she would answer, she who had been Arya of House Stark, Arya Underfoot, Arya Horseface. She had been Arry and Weasel too, and Squab and Salty, Nan the cupbearer, a grey mouse, a sheep, the ghost of Harrenhal…but not for true, not in her heart of hearts. In there she was Arya of Winterfell, the daughter of Lord Eddard Stark and Lady Catelyn, who had once had brothers named Robb and Bran and Rickon, a sister named Sansa, a direwolf called Nymeria, a half brother named Jon Snow. In there she was someone…but that was not the answer he wanted.”

In her heart of hearts she wants her family, she wants the North and she wants Jon. She’s only at the House of Black and White because the ship wouldn’t go to the Wall, it would only take her to Braavos. Arya is only there because somebody gave her an iron coin and she had nowhere else to go. But she’s still Arya, with the same morality, the same need for justice, and the same desire to go back to Winterfell that she had all the way back in book one.

The candles in the House of Black and White tell the truth, the candles that are designed to soothe people by reminding them of the things that would bring them comfort.

When you smell our candles burning, what does it make you think of, my child?”
Winterfell, she might have said. I smell snow and smoke and pine needles. I smell the stables. I smell Hodor laughing, and Jon and Robb battling in the yard, and Sansa singing about some stupid lady fair. I smell the crypts where the stone kings sit, I smell hot bread baking, I smell the godswood. I smell my wolf, I smell her fur, almost as if she were still beside me. “I don’t smell anything,” she said, to see what he would say.
“You lie,” he said, “but you may keep your secrets if you wish, Arya of House Stark.”

They might be secrets to the Kindly Man, but they are not secrets to me. These themes in Arya’s story leap off the page when I read her chapters, and they are so well-written, and filled with emotion, that I’m with Jon Snow in thinking please GRRM, You owe me this one little girl, safe, home, with those she longs for, and knowing she’s loved, and wanted, and worthy no matter how many doubts she has endured along the way.

recipe for disaster

I’ll do dishes if you do laundry. I’ll clean the living room if you buy me a snack. I’ll pretend you’re not home when your father comes around if you let me copy your math homework. Maka and Soul are used to negotiating with each other when it comes to household chores. But when Soul ups the stakes for both of them, he may end up with more than he bargained for.

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Imagine you and Chris telling your families you’re having another baby.

A/N: Hello, my darlings. Since the only request I’ve received since I posted the update was about the series, I’ve decided to close my inbox and get back on the mini-series bandwagon. My holiday is nearing and I want to leave y'all on a good note, so I’m bringing back the domestic fluff pieces. I hope you enjoy reading these as much as I enjoy writing them. I’m titling this one ‘Charlotte Rose’ for a reason, you’ll find out later in the series. Anyway, enjoy Part 1. Read previous parts here: ('Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts’, 'Baby Fever’, 'Memory Lane’, and 'Little Ones’ - Masterlist.) Lots of love. X

You and Chris laughed and held the phone away from your ears as Lisa cheered excitedly at your news of her having another grandchild. You’d called her first because you weren’t going to see her until Christmas, whereas you were stopping by your parents’ place later to drop Jack off so you and Chris could finish your Christmas shopping; it was a little hard to shop for Jack’s presents with him around. You and Chris shared a smile after looking over at your son, who was adorably coloring on the dining table. You still couldn’t believe that this time next year he’d have a little sister or brother with him. God, you were praying for a girl; you definitely didn’t want to have a third to pacify the men in your household.

“Ma,” Chris chuckled into the phone as he wrapped an arm around you, grinning as happily as his mom probably was. You kissed his jawline, smiling, because you were happy your husband was happy; he deserved all the happiness in the world. “I know you’re very excited, but you’re kind of hurting our eardrums.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just so happy for the both of you.” You could both hear the smile in Lisa’s voice which made the smiles you had on your faces grow even wider. “When Scott told me that the two of you were trying for another baby, I thought he was just messing with me-”

“Wait, what?” You interrupted her, chuckling. “Scott told you we were trying for another baby?” You asked her then turned to look at Chris; you tried not to laugh when he rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well- Scott was not messing with you,” you lied because you couldn’t tell her that it was a happy accident. “We just thought we’d kept it a secret until we got some results.”

“Oh darling, I’m so happy right now,” she told you and you smiled when Chris kissed your hair. “I bet everyone else will be thrilled too when they hear about it. Thank you for calling, I don’t think I could’ve waited until Christmas to find out. Best early Christmas present ever,” she commented.

“Hey, that’s what I said,” Chris pointed out and chuckled when the both of you laughed. “Okay, Ma. We’ll see you on Christmas Day.” Lisa noised confirmation. “Love you,” you both said simultaneously then hung up after hearing her reciprocate that love. “Nice to know she’s as excited as us.”

“I don’t think anyone could be more excited than you, sweetheart,” you cupped his chin in your hands and drew him down to meet your lips for a sweet kiss. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly. “Yup,” you chuckled softly as you hugged him back, running your hands up and down his back. “No one’s more excited than you.”

“I love you, sweetheart,” Chris told you as he pulled away.

“I know, baby,” you smiled, brushing his bearded cheek with your thumb.

“I don’t think you do,” he shook his head, smiling. “I love you,” he repeated and you chuckled. “Like I am head-over-heels, you’ve-ruined-me-for-other-women, I’ll-never-love-again-if-you-leave-me in-love with you.” You laughed and pecked his smiling lips before walking over to Jack. “I’m serious, Y/N,” he called after you and you nodded in acknowledgment, chuckling.

“C'mon, buddy,” you held out your hand for Jack to take; he looked up at you, eyes curious. “You gotta change out of your pajamas before you can go to Grandma and Granddad’s. C'mon,” you urged when he pouted. He lowered his crayon and carefully climbed off the chair, taking the hand you were holding out. “You can wear your new blue sweater.”

“Oh yay!” He jumped up and down excitedly; you and Chris laughed softly. “I like that sweater, it’s so soft and fluffy and blue!” He took the reins and pulled you along as you both headed upstairs to get him changed; Dodger followed behind as he’d grown very attached to Jack.

Chris remained downstairs, packing Jack’s things up so he could take it with him to your parents’ place. He smiled when he saw what Jack was drawing and coloring; a family portrait much like the one he drew a while ago, but this time, there was an additional body. He felt his stomach flutter with excitement at the thought of another child in his life. His life was complete when you walked into it, there was no doubt about that. But with each passing year- with each milestone the two of you saw and accomplished together- it became more wholesome. He packed Jack’s things into his Mickey Mouse backpack then headed upstairs to get changed himself. 

• • • • • • • • 

“You’re pregnant!” Your mom squealed as she threw her arms around you and Chris; it was hard because she was very short compared to you and your husband. “That’s amazing! Oh my God, talk about an amazing early Christmas present.” You and Chris shared a smile and chuckled softly under your breaths. “I’m so happy right now, congratulations!”

“I’m going to have a sister!” Jack called from the living room where he was sitting and having your mom’s famous peanut shortbread while watching a Christmas classic, 'Elf’. You all turned away from Jack to meet each others’ gazes; your parents’ eyes widened with excitement, asking a wordless question “you’re having a girl?”

“We don’t know yet,” you shook your head, smiling.

“But we’re really hoping it’s a girl,” Chris nodded, smiling.

“It’s easier to have a girl than it is to have a boy,” your mom told the two of you.

“Yeah,” your dad nodded in agreement. “We wanted another boy after your brother, but we got you instead.” He joked and you scoffed, whereas Chris and your mom laughed. “I’m kidding, sweetheart. You know you’re my favorite daughter.”

“I’m your only daughter,” you countered with an eye roll.

“For a reason,” he booped your nose and you chuckled. “I knew no child would surpass my precious girl so we stopped trying after you. Take the compliment, kid.” You rolled your eyes again, but with a smile this time around.

“Whatever the reason may be,” Chris began as he wrapped an arm around you. “I’m just glad you brought her into this world 'cause I don’t know where I’d be without her.” You smiled at him and he smiled back. “All’s well that ends well, right?”

“Right,” you smiled and kissed him. 

• • • • • • • • 

“Ugh,” you groaned as Chris passed you your hot chocolate. “This means I’m back on the no caffeine wagon.” He chuckled and wrapped an arm around you, sipping his double shot latte. “How am I going to get any writing done without coffee?” You took a sip, smiling when the hot liquid warmed your belly.

“How does anyone get anything done without coffee?” He quizzed you rhetorically, like you’d with him. “You sleep, sweetheart,” he answered and you chuckled. “I’m not going anywhere this time, I’m going to go through this entire pregnancy with you. I’ll look after Jack, make sure you have all the rest you need so you can work. Though I’d appreciate it if you don’t stress too much, I don’t want any harm to come to you or the baby.”

“Of course not,” you smiled and placed a hand over your belly. He smiled at you then turned to look at the window displays of the shops you were walking past. “It’s weird, Chris,” you began and he turned back to you; your hand was still over your belly. “I’m actually really excited about having another child.”

“How is that weird?” He chuckled. “You’ve clearly always wanted kids of your own, I saw it when you held Jack for the first time.” You felt yourself smile at the memory of holding your son for the first time. “Like Luca said, your job as a waitress ruined your for other children. I mean- if I had to wait on bratty children all day, I wouldn’t want kids either.”

“Maybe,” you shrugged. “I don’t know, I feel like it’s because of you that I want children.” You told him and kissed his jawline when he smiled. “Honestly, without you being you- having children wouldn’t even cross my mind. I’d be perfectly contented working and traveling and just hanging out with my brothers’ kids.”

“And without you, I wouldn’t want kids either.” He admitted and you shot him a 'yeah, right’ look. “I’m serious,” he chuckled, tightening his hold on you. “I can’t imagine having to do all this with someone else, there is no one I’d rather do this whole parenting thing with.”

“The feeling’s mutual, Evans,” you told him and planted another tender kiss on his jawline.

Chris smiled because he loved it when you did that; it was a simple but incredibly affectionate act, one he would never get sick of. You were just someone he would never get sick of, and he was so glad he met you and you agreed to marry him.

“Oh my God!” You gasped and pulled away from him, rushing towards the window display that had the cutest penguin light fixture. “Chris,” you said in a 'we-have-to-get-it’ tone as you looked back at him, pointing at it.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” he nodded as he walked over to join you, taking your hand in his. “You’ve already given me everything I want,” he smiled as he drew your hand to his lips. “The least I can do is get you this adorable penguin.”

“I love you so much,” you chuckled.

“I know,” he smiled, squeezing your hand.

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Studio Day With Daughter (Zico)

Originally posted by bbomb

Type: Fluff

Request: Zico with baby - bring baby to work or something Seventeen’s Joshua with baby iKON B.I with baby

~I wasn’t sure if the requester meant it as an option but I did it as one. Hope you don’t mind~

Dahee clung to her father as he held her tight and pushed the stroller with the other. “Daddy is chilling in the studio today because he doesn’t want you to have too much excitement” he told her as she laid against him. “No potty mouth either. I’m being extra good for my little princess” he hummed. It was a one sided conversation thanks to her only being 5 months. But you needed to go to a doctors appointment and Jiho gladly volunteered. After watching for the past few months he was sure he understood it all. Your daughter drank formula instead of breast milk now so she was able actually be away from you for the day.

“Breakfast for my boo” he cooed as he pulled out the bottle of powder already measured so all he had to do was add water. He pulled out a thermos of warm water and poured it in as she let out a cry staring at it. “I know baby just give me a minute” he says as he began swirling the milk around to mix it up. “What tastes better mommy’s milk or formula?” he asked. “Mommy tastes sweet right but I don’t know about formula?” Jiho was a curious man and had tasted when he tested on his arm before with breast milk you had bottled for him to bond with her. “I mean I could now” he mumbled as he sat her in his lap and tested to make sure the bottle was cooled before bringing it to his lips “nah mom is better” he says as he quickly brought the bottle to her mouth. “But as long as you’re fed and happy right?” he joked as his conversation was heavily one sided with the occasional sound for Dahee.

He took a seat in the studio chair as he fed her. One hand on a bottle the other on his mouse as he was looking over lyrics. He glanced down and quickly wiped around her mouth. His thumb rubbed on his pants as he had developed a habit of using his clothing as a rag. “When the bottle emptied he stopped working and got up. “Good meal?” he asked her as he grabbed a blanket from the diaper bag and threw it over his shoulder before he rested her against it. “You’re my inspiration today baby” he says as he started patting her back. “I need to finish this rap” he told her as she let out a light burp “come on you can do better” he told her as she soon let out another cute burp but this time it was louder “there we go. Are you good?” he asked bringing her away from his shoulder.


He seemed to get a little bit more done as the day progressed. His daughter was a needy child and loved attention so he did his best to entertain her as she played on his lap and the floor. So many toys covered the blanket he sat her on, almost like he packs the whole toy box from your home just in case she didn’t want one of her normal toys. By the time nap time came she was in his arms again as he rocked her back and fourth staring at the computer screen but still bouncing and making sounds to usher her off to sleep. He laid her in her stroller before he quietly went back to work.

His phone let out a ring as he quickly silenced it and picked up. “Hey babe” he whispered “is she sleeping?” you whispered back even though you didn’t need to. “Yeah. She’s fast asleep” he told you as he spun the chair away from the computer. “Are you good?” he asked as you made a sound “pretty good” you told him. “What’s been wrong?” he asked then concerned “I have a parasite in me” you tell him as he sat there for a moment “what does that mean?” he asked. “You gotta wrap better” you tell him. “I rap fine thank you-what wrap as in wrap a present or rap in music?” he questioned. “Wrap your willy actually” you tell him. “Wait-you’re pregnant again?” he asked panicked. “Yeah” you tell him.

He sat there for a moment as he spun towards your 5 month old “why you calling my child a parasite?” he shot at you. “It was a joke Zi” you tell him. “So you’re pregnant again” he let it set in for real this time. “The boys haven’t even settled down yet and I’m fathering two children. Damn” he spoke as he had a proud smirk on his face. “I’m gonna take a nap” you told him. “Okay I’ll be home in a bit then” he says as the call ended. “Dahee. You’re already gonna be a big sister” he whispered as he simply sighed and gave up on getting work done. “I should get mommy flowers” he says as he shuts down the computer and began picking up toys and putting them away. “You guys are kind of really expensive too” he then mumbled. “But I can’t be mad” he smiled.

Quiet as a Mouse - Part 2 (Final)

Summary: Jensen meets the reader and she ends up being someone he doesn’t expect.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 2,398

Part 1

Jensen has not stopped smiling since he ran into you at Hemline. He even helped his sister find a birthday present without any complaints. He can’t believe how quickly his outlook has shifted since seeing you. The crazy thing is that he only saw you for a short amount of time. There’s just something about you that he can’t deny.

“What are you looking at?” Jensen questions his sister as they pile into the car to drive home.

“You’ve been a moody bitch all day and now you’re smiling like the biggest dope in the world.”

“Am not!”

“Am too! I’m looking at your face!”

“Whatever.” Jensen adds chuckling.

“You’re welcome by the way.” Mackenzie side eyes him as she pulls out of the parking lot.

“For what?”

“For sending you into Y/N’s store!”

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bunny things

*click through to read on ao3

written by: Lucy | @softzuko

prompt: ‘What do you mean we can’t buy ten turtles the landlord said small pets were okay’ for @thejonderettegirl

word count: 3700

summary: Recently settled in their new Brooklyn apartment, the Blake siblings visit an animal sanctuary in hopes of finding a pet to make them feel a little bit more at home in a new city. While their idea of what constitutes as a reasonable number of small domestic animals to keep is, Bellamy isn’t too unhappy to get help from a petite blonde shelter clerk. 

Happy Tails Animal Sanctuary is not the place Bellamy Blake wanted to spend his Saturday - especially since it’s the first free Saturday he’s had since moving to New York. Octavia and him had finally got their new apartment sorted out: his books were on the shelves; her photos were pinned up; all of their boxes were unpacked. It was supposed to be a Saturday where they could finally relax and explore the city together. Or, at least, Bellamy could explore the city - he didn’t really care what O got up to as long as she stayed out of trouble. He had hoped to go to the Natural History Museum or maybe even the MOMA - get all of his urban adventuring done before the start of the semester - but instead of doing any of that, his sister had decided it would be a good day to go pet shopping.

“What do you mean we can’t buy ten turtles?” Octavia says, turning away from the terrarium to frown at him. Her hand hangs loosely over the edge of the glass-paneled enclosure, and Bellamy has to dig his fingers into his biceps to keep from reaching out to pull her back. “The landlord said small pets were okay,“ she adds as she turns her attention back to the small reptiles paddling through the water.

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Originally posted by sefuns

Summary: When a fellow baekhyun fan account reaches out to you and you unknowingly become best friends with THE baekhyun of EXO

Disclaimer: All the things that are mentioned in this are words of fiction aka it’s not real. I’ve literally just made this up and as always credits to @sefuns  for the gif

Members: Baekhyun from EXO x black female reader

Rating: Fluff

Words: 1205

Notes: Italics means text, bold is baekhyun, normal is you 

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