#BOTH of my sisters separately said “Daddy” the moment he showed up on screen

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to anyone watching the PJO series who has not watched Black Sails wondering why tf some british daddy has such powerful king-of-the-seas energy, here is your sign:

#get your Captain Poseidon fix in the off-season #it's so powerful y'all #toby stephens #black sails #captain flint #pjo poseidon #pjotv #pjo tv show #percy jackson tv show #pjo series #percy series #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson #BOTH of my sisters separately said “Daddy” the moment he showed up on screen

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Osamu, Sugawara and Kuroo w/ multiple babies

Request: HI YOU WRITE HAIKYUU NOW OMG! Chose whichever Hiakyuu boi you want honey i just want some more-than-one baby action. The reader is pregnant and they find out that they are having more than one baby. KOOMBAYAA. - anonymous

I LIKE YOUR ENERGY ANON. I already know who I’m going to write for and oh this is way too cute. I love twins. I wanna have twins. I wanted to be a twin but oh well. Love yaa. 💖💖💖

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warnings: fluff, pregnancy

Miya Osamu

-You two ran the shop as a happy married couple for the past couple of years now. 

-You stopped helping when the smell of the onigiri made you sick.

-Osamu believed that it was his fault, maybe his cooking was deteriorating. 

-But when he bought your favorite snack and you threw up, he knew that something was wrong. 

-Going to the doctor was the first course of action and boy were you shocked when you were given the news. 

- “It seems that you’re three weeks pregnant. That would explain the vomiting and your sensitivity to smell. Congratulations.”

-Osamu was so happy he even called his brother despite knowing that he would be at practice. 

-He’s so careful with you from that point on. 

-He cooks everything himself and tries new things trying to find what doesn’t trigger your vomiting. 

-Loves to feel the baby when you two are cuddling. 

-As much as he doesn’t want to bring it up he believes that you eat a lot. 

-Like a lot a lot. 

-He doesn’t want to tell you because your mood swings are starting to get worse and he hates seeing you cry. 

-So he tries being more sly and he arranges a doctor’s appointment. 

-His plan was to ask the doctor when you were out of earshot. 

-He didn’t get his chance immediately so he decided to ask after the sonogram. 

-Everything was fine until the doctor furrowed his brows and squinted at the screen. 

-You knew something must be wrong and you were starting to panic.

-Is the baby alright? 

-Is there a problem?

-You squeezed his hand and he reciprocated the action. 

-His own thoughts were running wild but he had to stay calm and collected.

-For both of you. 

- “Seems like....you’re going to have twins.” 

-You both let go of the breath you were holding and were about to celebrate when....

- “Actually no... triplets!! You’re having triplets.”

-The room was silent for a few moments. 

-Then the doctor points out each baby individually and congratulates you again. 

- “You’re in for a tough ride Mrs. Miya.”

-Osamu called Atsumu again in a state of shock. 

-It was like he was living in a haze and he can’t quite snap out of it. 

-His fingers were laced with yours as your other hand was rubbing your stomach, your mind going wild with the revelation. 

- “What do you want Samu you know-”

- “Triplets.”

- “What?”

- “We’re having triplets.”

- “WHAT?”

-The rest of the months were hectic. 

-The nursery had to be changed to fit three babies and you had to buy triple the supplies. 

-Your stomach was ready to explode by the ninth month and you were begging Osamu to do something to end this misery. 

-Then your babies were born and yall.....I’m wheezing. 

-Identical triplets???

-What are the odds????

-And they are all girls?????

-Excuse me are you playing a prank on their poor father?????

-He already was stressing over the fact that he might have a daughter and he would have to chase the boys away. 

-But now it was times three???????

-He is really happy though. 

-Atsumu buys them matching onesies.

-Power ranger onesies, Powerpuff girls onesies, Sailor moon onesies. 

-Anything that had a powerful trio really. 

-You did confuse them at times. 

-And when I say at times I mean all the time. 

-I see Osamu calling them food names.

-Like its Soba, Tofu and Onigiri. 

-When they get older and can help at the shop they become the mascots. 

-One is on the cashier, the other is taking orders and the last one is giving out the packages. 

-Plus everyone knows the Miyas from the infamous multiplying girl joke a critic made. 

-He gave his order to one Miya girl and then another one emerged from behind the counter and as he turned around he was met with another one bring supplies into the shop. 

-The man almost had a stroke. 

-They are angels though and are an immense help.

-They love their dad to death. 

-Good luck though trying to separate them when they start fighting. 

Sugawara Koushi

-This sweetheart of a man.

-I love him so much.

-And so do you. 

-You have been trying for a baby for the past three months. 

-One morning you wake up and rush to the bathroom, throwing up. 

-You both knew what was going on but before you got too excited Koushi went to get a pregnancy test just to make sure. 

-When it came out positive you went out to celebrate with your friends from high school. 

-They were all so happy for you.

-Daichi and Asahi both promised to be the best uncles this baby will ever have while Kiyoko started planning baby shopping. 

-Everything was perfect, your morning sickness had died down as the months passed and your doctor assured you that everything was well. 

-During one of your appointments, Suga couldn’t make it being held back at the school because of a parent-teacher meet up, so you had gone on your own. 

-You were fine with it reassuring him that it was fine and you would update him when you were done. 

-So when the doctor said you were expecting twins everything started to turn.

-You didn’t know which one was the cause of this dizziness.

-The happy news or the shock from the news.

-You called Daichi to come pick you up because you didn’t want to bother Suga.

-Which was a stupid move since he would move a freaking mountain for you. 

-Suga called you later and asked you how it went. 

-He was met by just a plain ‘come home please.’

-He was panicking. 

-He was almost sure that something happened and you lost the baby. 

-But when he was met with all of his friends at home smiling with happy tears in their eyes, he knew that he should be expecting good news. 

-You skipped to him and kissed his lips, a large grin on your face. 

- “Do you remember how we said that we shouldn’t buy any baby clothes since we don’t know the gender yet?”

-He nodded at your words, waiting for you to tell him if he was going to be holding a little boy or a little girl in a few months. 

- “Well the wait was unnecessary, we’ll be needing both anyways.”

-It took him a few moments before the realization hit him. 

- “Twins.....We are having twins....Oh my god I love you so much.” 

-He picked you up and span you around once before carefully putting you down, tears cascading down his cheeks. 

-When the babies are born he is so damn happy. 

-The type of teacher who constantly shows photos of his kids.

-Since they are different genders you both get satisfied with having a child favoring you. 

-You have a daddy’s girl and a mamma’s boy. 

-They both love you equally in reality they just know who to ask when they want something. 

-Suga adores them. 

-And they adore him. 

-You have come home one too many times finding the three of them sleeping on the couch, the twins on his chest curled up into one another while their father’s arms circle them. 

-Adorable all three of them. 

Kuroo Tetsuro

-You two already have one daughter.

-You have been together since the first year of university and your daughter was born while you two were 27.

-She wasn’t expected. 

-Kuroo wanted to marry you first and he was planning on doing so before you announced your pregnancy. 

-It caught him so off guard poor baby had to do a double take. 

-But he couldn’t be more glad for his babygirl. 

-He loved her so much.

-So much that he hated watching her grow up and soon leave his embrace. 

-That’s why you were now throwing up in your bathroom, a pregnancy test laying on the counter the two lines facing the ceiling. 

-Kuroo and your daughter were so excited. 

-Your daughter had no idea what was going on but her dad’s laugh and large smile was enough for her to start giggling and clapping. 

-Kuroo became extra careful with you, looking after your daughter and taking care of her more than you. 

- “You shouldn’t lift heavy things or bend down much.”

- “You mean she’s heavy?”

- “No no I didn’t-”

-Cue the waterworks.

-Your mood swings were bad during your first pregnancy and he wanted to forget those times. 

-His brain legit blocked  out those memories after your daughter was born. 

-So having those bad times in mind he tends to not provoke or piss you off. 

-All three of you went to your appointment, wanting your one year and a half year old to see her sibling. 

-Now since you already had an experience with sonograms you were looking for the small lump. 

-The thing is that you saw two small shadows .

-You were confused but just scratched it up to you not being able to clearly see your baby. 

- “It looks like you are carrying two babies Mrs. Kuroo.” 

-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-This man was both terrified and super excited. 

-Terrified because how would he deal with two rascals at once? 

-I mean your first daughter was already kind of a handful. 

-And excited because he was going to be blessed by two angels. 

-He immediately calls Kenma and Bokuto to share the news.

-They both drop by your house to give you their congratulations although Kenma’s did sound more like condolences. 

-Bokuto is over the moon because yay he was going to be an uncle again!!!

-Then they are born and everyone has a heart attack. 

-Identical girls. 

-He was leaving in a house with four women now. 

-Four women. 

-FOUR!!!

-He is the type of dad to get them onesies with a 1 and a 2 on the back so he can tell them apart. 

-Suggests to give them different haircuts when their hair grows so they can actually tell them apart with some ease. 

-You see another problem you are facing are the similarities between those two and their older sister. 

-They are a year apart and while they are toddlers your first daughter is bigger than them. 

-But once they hit the ages 7,8,9 you have really try and tell all three of them apart. 

-They get confused for each other at school all the time. 

-By teachers  too. 

-Somehow they became friends with the Miya triplets and you should see them playing at the park. 

-It’s the most hilarious thing seeing the other parents trying to understand how many of them there truly are. 

-They see one Miya triplet accompanied by the Kuroo twins and then after like five minutes the see one Kuroo girl with two Miyas. 

-It’s confusion x6. 

-And if someone else has twins too???

-And they are spotted by the same face squad???

-You can add another set of identical faces in the mix. 

-The twins always buy the same clothes and have the same haircut so they can mess with everyone. 

-They always prank their uncle Bokuto with switching their clothes and pretending to be the other. 

-They force their sister into it too and now you are trying to understand which ones are the twins and which one is the eldest sister. 

-When you find out you’re pregnant again, Kuroo is begging for the baby to be different this time.

- “Please have a different face.”

-Little did he know......

-Poor guy. 

-When the girls go to the hospital while you have appointments they totally mess with yalls colleagues psychology. 

- “No i’m (first D/N)!!” says the youngest of the bunch. 

-A moving circus that’s what yall are. 

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For the drabbles: Yn finding out she’s pregnant and telling both Yoongi and Huinki (separately) 🥰🥰

hyunki is sat in front of the tv, his favorite show playing loudly, eyes glued to the screen as he watches the animals interact in front of him. it's 'our planet', had come running when he heard the beginning of it and now he's sat in the same spot thirty minutes later with a bowl of cheerios in his lap.

you're stood in the doorway, yoongi peering over your shoulder. two weeks and a scheduled doctor's appointment later, you were now ready to tell hyunki about the big change to your little family.

right now, you and yoongi are debating which one of you should be the to go in and interrupt his tv watching time. would have waited to talk to him, but yoongi was leaving in a little while and wasn't going to be back home until late. now was as good as time as any.

“he likes you better today. i already got him in trouble for putting his toys in the toilet.” yoongi is bursting out a laugh at the memory, the look of confusion on his son's face when you were scolding him. “they needed a bath,” he defends and you're instantly rolling your eyes.

hyunki went running to yoongi after he got in trouble, explaining to him how he only wanted to give his toys a bath. yoongi, of course, made everything better while explaining to him just why the toilet wasn't the best place to do so.

with a deep breath, yoongi is passing you entering the living room. hyunki doesn't even glance up, so focused on the group of lions taking down a buffalo. his face is twisting the moment the screen freezes, he's darting to his father who stands with the remote in hand.

“hey! daddy, that's my favorite show in the world. why'd you pause it?” the pout that forms on his lips can only be classified as adorable, the furrow of his brow only adding to the cuteness. “me and mommy want to talk to you for a moment,”

you're entering behind yoongi, taking a seat on the coffee table in front of him. hyunki is taking one look at you before his attention is shifting back onto yoongi. “i won't put toys in the bathroom anymore,” a soft laugh is leaving yoongi's lips as he shakes his head, slightly. “nope, not about that.”

“remember when taetae told you about how you use to live in my stomach?” hyunki is nodding, eyes now on you. “well, there's a new baby living inside my belly. and in a little bit, they're gonna come out and you'll have a little sibling.”

hyunki blinks, twice before he's tilting his head to the side. dark eyes searching your features. “why do you keep having babies in your stomach, mommy?” he's looking at you full of confusion, not able to understand why you keep putting yourself in this position. a laugh is falling from yoongi's lips, arms crossing over his chest as he waits for your explanation.

“because me and daddy thought it would be nice if you had a little brother or sister, don't you think that would be fun.” he's not convinced and a little bit confused. it's obvious from the look on his face as he sits in silence, tossing your words around in his head.

his hand is propping his head up, elbow resting on his thigh. he looks most like yoongi like this and it's nothing new. his little mannerisms, reactions, facial expressions, they all screamed yoongi. “i didn't really ask for a sibling. i think i wanted the animal legos. remember daddy, i said that.”

“yeah, bud i remember. but the baby isn't a toy, you know? like how mommy's mommy and i'm daddy. baby will be baby. a part of the family.” hyunki takes a moment to weigh in the information, nose scrunched as he thinks.

not sure what, but it all seems to click in his mind after a moment. “oh, i get it. okay.” he says with a nod of his head and a large smile. he seems sure that he understands and you figure there will be a whole lot of time for him to wrap his head around the whole aspect. didn't expect him to get it all right away.

there's a slight pause, where you and yoongi share quiet glances. wondering if there is more than either of you should say. hyunki is cutting in before you get the chance, though. “can i still have the animal legos?” more concerned about the toy than whatever confusion you and yoongi brought on to him.

yoongi is nodding instantly a short laugh leaving his lips as his hand reaches to ruffle his son's hair. “of course, buddy. whatever you want.” he says with a smile, handing the remote back over to him after hitting play on his show.

hyunki grins wide, focus turning back onto the screen as he picks through the cereal on his lap. he tries to pay attention, but can't help but wonder what his new sibling would look like. or if they'll get to be best friends when it comes. and most importantly, if he was going to have to share all of his toys.

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Diego Hargreeves imagine where his siblings discover that he has a girlfriend/wife and a kid(s)?

Hi! Thank you for the request! I think I got a bit carried away, but I hope you like it.

Warnings: Language, mentions of drugs, rehab, relapse (Klaus), mention of death (Reginald), I don’t know how rehab works

You were sitting on the couch in your pajamas having just gotten your son to go to sleep while your husband was out being a vigilante. You were reading a book while the tv was on, showing the news. You weren’t really paying too much attention to it but the name of your father-in-law caught your attention. You had never really met him because your husband wasn’t close to his father, just like the rest of the Hargreeves-kids. Reginald Hargreeves was dead and you didn’t really know what to think. What would Diego think?

Just five minutes after the news had been on your screen the door to your apartment opened and Diego came in, going straight to the bathroom to clean himself up. You followed him.

„Did you hear it yet?“, you asked.

„That dad died? Yeah, it was on the news“, he replied, not seeming fazed at all.

„Do you wanna talk about it?“

„Not really. I don’t really care. It’s not like we were close.“

„You wouldn’t want someone talking shit about you after your death, babe. I know you didn’t like him much but shouldn’t you treat this with a little more respect?“

He leaned against the shower wall, where he was about to get in and glanced at you.

„You think someone hates me like we hated dad?“, his voice was small, like he was genuinely scared about your answer.

„No, Diego, it’s just- he’s your dad. You probably wouldn’t be the man you are today if he wasn’t. Who knows where you would be. We may have never met.“

„Don’t say that. Don’t try to protect him. He was a bitch but I guess I’ll go back to the Academy. There will be some funeral. We’ll pretend he was a good man and then we’ll go our separate ways again.“

„Maybe Vanya’s book wasn’t so wrong after all.“

„Shut up, that book was shit. Now get in here with me“, he held his hand out to you.

„No, you’re dirty and I already showered. Finish up and then come to bed with me“, you smiled and took off to your bedroom.

„Now that sounds like a deal to me“, he smirked.

A couple days later he was tying up his shoes to leave for the funeral of his father. You walked past him in the hallway, going to wake up your son before you had to head to work. He wore his typical black outfit, including all of his knives.

„Are you sure that’s an appropriate outfit for a funeral?“

„Not for any funeral but for the old man’s it should be good enough. He’s lucky I’m even coming.“

You sighed but didn’t say anything else. When he was stepping out you called after him again.

„Diego, if Klaus needs it, offer him the couch and some dinner, okay? He just got out again, but don’t make it a big deal.“

You had met Diego when he had dragged Klaus into rehab about six years ago. You had just started working there after having gotten your psychology degree and were the first person they encountered there.

„This crackhead needs some fucking help“, the man dressed in all black said, dragging another man with him who was wearing a fur coat and a long skirt.

„Okay, well, first off, it rarely helps the patients when we call them crackheads“, you started.

„You see, Diego, you need to stop insulting me, she said it, it’s your fault I’m always high.“

„We also don’t like to play the blame game. But if you would go over there to the reception desk and sign him in, we’ll take care of him here.“

Diego slumped his brother into one of the chairs and went to the reception to pick up the papers. You stuck around to help him out and when a nurse came to bring Klaus to his room you accompanied Diego on his way out.

„You did the right thing. Your brother will thank you for it when he’s clean“, you told him.

„If he gets clean“, Diego corrected.

„That’s really not the way of thinking around here“, you smiled.

„Hey, maybe“, he hesitated, „Maybe we could get a coffee sometime“, he looked at you, „You know, s-so you- you can tell me h-how he’s doing.“

You laid a hand onto his arm and smiled. „I’d like that.“

Klaus came back to rehab many times but Diego and you stuck with each other. Two years after that meeting you had gotten married and another year later you had a son together who idolized his father. Klaus was also the only one of Diego’s siblings who was at your wedding and knew about his brother’s life. Klaus and his nephew got along amazingly, mostly due to the fact that (Y/S/N) saw a boy his age in his uncle.

„I will. But if he relapses-,“

„You’ll love him just the same and we’ll help him out because you’re just as much a softie for Klaus as you are for me and (Y/S/N)“, you smiled and came to the door to press a kiss to his lips before he left.

He rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the smile that spread on his face. That night, when you were on your way to bed Klaus and Diego came through the door and Klaus immediately came to hug you, complimenting the amazing waffles you always made, thereby telling you he wanted waffles in the middle of the night. You, being his friend and sister-in-law, complied and then tucked him in on the couch with the help of your husband. When you woke up the next morning both of them were gone. You didn’t worry about Diego, you know he could take care of himself. You were worried about your recently-rehabilitated junkie of a brother-in-law. 

So after you had taken (Y/S/N) to kindergarten you left to go looking for Klaus. After searching through the city and not finding him you resorted to the last place on your list that you had never been to in your life. The Umbrella Academy. You were surprised to find out you could just enter without keys. The first ‚person‘ you encountered was Grace, Diego’s robot mom, who you were sure knew everything about you that Diego knew, simply because that man loved his mother more than anything in this world.

„Oh, hello, (Y/N). It is such a pleasure to finally meet you“, she smiled.

„Hello“, you were a bit taken aback, „I am looking for Klaus actually. Is he here?“

She paused for a moment and stared into the distance. „He should be in his room.“

Then she went about her business again. You hadn’t learned much about Klaus’ whereabouts because it could probably take hours to find his room in this mansion. When you were about to ascend the stairs you got lucky though and met yet another person.

„Oh, hi, you’re Vanya, right? Loved your book. Could you tell me where Klaus is?“, you asked.

„Uhm-, I don’t know, who are you?“, she looked you up and down.

„I’m (Y/N), I’m- I’m his doctor. From rehab. Just worried“, you smiled, knowing that Diego probably didn’t want all of his siblings knowing about his private life but everyone knew about Klaus’ problems.

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. „Since when do you do house visits?“

„Since his third stay probably. Listen, I’m just worried about him. I care about him and-,“

„Oh my god, why, are you, like, dating him or something?“, she widened her eyes in shock.

You paused and then started laughing. „Oh god, no.“

She left you to it, still not telling you where Klaus’ room was and you realized that looking for him had no point but you did need to get to work so you needed to leave, hoping you wouldn’t have to treat Klaus again anytime soon.

Two days later you received a text from your husband. „They wanna turn mom off, help“. You stared at the text in confusion and went to pick up your son before you went to the Umbrella Academy again. It seemed very unlike Diego to invite you to his childhood home like that. When you arrived your son wiggled out of your arms and ran after Grace.

„Oh, hello, (Y/S/N), I was just about to make some cookies. Would you like to help me?“, she smiled and took his hand.

Your son nodded eagerly and skipped alongside his grandmother. You in turn saw Vanya and Diego standing in the doorway to the living room or whatever kind of room that was supposed to be.

„Are you okay, love?“, you asked, putting a hand on his arm.

He pulled you close. „She’s our mom. How can they even argue about that?“, he mumbled into your hair.

„Wait, hold on. You’re Diego’s girlfriend?“, Vanya asked.

„Wife, actually. And it’s none of your business“, Diego lifted his head to look at her.

„Diego, seriously? Shouldn’t you guys stick together right now? This is your mom. You shouldn’t argue with your siblings when you’re trying to avoid your mom’s death“, you jumped in.

„You can’t just throw that word around like that. But you’re right. At least she doesn’t want to kill mom.“

„Diego? Married? To you? Seems fake, but okay“, a tall, beautiful woman you identified as Alison came up to your group.

„Diego is married? What? Are you a robot like mom? Then again, he probably couldn’t build that, could he?“, a man who was probably two meters tall, Luther, came up beside Alison.

„(Y/N), my dearest, these two are evil“, Klaus said throwing himself onto you and pulling you out of Diego’s grasp in the process.

„Granny Grace and I made cookies, daddy, look“, (Y/S/N) came back from the direction he had taken off into earlier, Grace following him.

As your son proudly held a plate of cookies out to his dad and Klaus started nibbling on one the rest of the siblings stared at the scene in shock.

Grace smiled. „Is there a problem?“

#diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves #the umbrella academy

[isa-ghost]

Bro Average & Divorce Analysis

Y’all are right, don’t demonize Stacy. It’s unfair and stupid and some of the extents people go to to demonize her are straight fuckin gross. Don’t do it. But don’t criminalize Chase either. Don’t make out either of the two to be evil. Here’s why--

In Bro Average, the divorce was shown super spontaneously (a big reason why people demonize Stacy so much).

The only two reasons for the divorce that have solid evidence to support them are that the Brodys either had serious financial problems and Chase’s channel wasn’t doing enough, or that Stacy thought Chase’s dream job was childish and dumped him because of it (his trickshot names and reactions to scoring shots are arguably “immature” for a man Chase’s age, even if there’s nothing wrong with being a child at heart. Stacy might even think being a YouTuber/vlogger in general is immature, we don’t know).

More solidly supported is the financial trouble reason--

“No, baby, no. No, I know, yeah, I’m trying, okay? I’m working, I’m trying to get all the shots. Just look, just don’t take the kids.”

“Just don’t take the kids.” really makes it sound like she’s threatening him with taking them away from him if he doesn’t start making money. This right here is probably one of the biggest reasons why people demonize her so much.

“This one’s called I’m Staying At My Sister’s This Weekend.”

Stacy is separating from him. Chase is no saint here, it could be because he’s too stubborn to get a more financially helpful job. Or, he’s simply trying to hold out hope that his dream job will take off finally. (Speaking as someone who had a father who did that, and it ended up not taking off and royally fucking things up financially for the family). What we know of Chase so far from all of his video appearances shows he’s got that Soft Heart And Big Dreams personality, it’s very likely that’s what he tried to do. It’s a common movie/show trope that the father figure just can’t bring himself to let go of work-related dreams until it’s too late. But the stubbornness isn’t out-ruled here. We don’t know which was the case. Either way, Stacy separated from him.

“Well I don’t care what your sister says. Just please, at least let me see [the kids] on the weekends still.”

Okay 1) Stacy’s sister has no say in Chase’s visitation of HIS kids. She’s not the legal guardian, even if she’s a relative, regardless of why she says he can’t see them. 2) There is no reason Chase can’t see them on weekends or at all. Whether the separation (not yet divorce) was because of Chase’s “immaturity” or because of financial failure, there is no reason Chase can’t have any visitation with his kids whatsoever other than “you’re too immature, so you’re not mature enough to be a father” which is a little bit unreasonable, not to mention a huge assumption on Stacy’s part and definitely more opinion than fact. (Another big reason people demonize Stacy).

“This one’s called Fuck You Chase, I’m Leaving You And I’m Taking The Kids With Me.”

He could have said it that way out of frustration, she could have actually said that word for word. We don’t know. But Stacy moving to her sister’s to get away from Chase and refusing to let him see the kids was a very obvious sign she’s getting ready to divorce him. This is where people shouldn’t demonize Stacy. If she took the kids with her, she obviously cares enough about them and takes being a mother seriously enough that she wants them. Not to mention, if Chase is at fault for the financial troubles because his dream job of being a vlogger won’t take off and make enough money, then why would she leave the kids with him?

“H-H- Hey sweetie! Yeah, daddy loves y-” [Chase is hung up on.]

Here I personally think it was Stacy that hung up the phone (whether she pressed the button or if she made the kid do it, because it’s not far fetched to say that if his kids love him, they wouldn’t hang up so suddenly), BUT if Chase has little kids, like we’re pretty sure he does based on the sounds we hear in Dark Silence, then maybe the kid just hung up too soon on accident or something. If Stacy DID hang up on him or make the kid do it, then this is yet another reason people demonize her. The assumption alone that she might’ve been the one to do it is another reason people demonize her. It’s more evidence that she’s completely cutting Chase off from his kids.

“This one’s called Fuck You Chase, I Want A Divorce”

Again, we don’t know if that was said by Stacy word for word or said out of frustration. If it was, Chase is reasonably upset and kind of has every right to say it that way. It’s our fault if we take that as a reason to demonize Stacy.

[Chase breaks down crying]

THIS is the moment I think his depression truly started, or kicked into the severity we see later on in the storyline if he had depression this entire time and just never showed it on-screen in what we see. He’s lost his family, and Stacy is being difficult about visitation.

It was never mentioned that he drank, he never seemed drunk, and he was never shown drinking alcohol here, before the divorce or even right after. There is NO evidence that he drank heavily before Bro Average and the divorce. If anything, him using the teabags might imply he drank a lot of tea. He started drinking whiskey AFTER the divorce, out of grief because he lost his family to is drinking to to try and numb the pain. He didn’t even really show he has depression during BA/before the divorce. He’s actually extremely bubbly and happy in BA in the scenes he isn’t talking to Stacy/being upset about the divorce, which I know doesn’t mean he’s not depressed, but he certainly doesn’t show it here as strongly as he does in any video we see him in after BA.

**Also gonna just mention here about the idea that Anti might’ve had a hand in the divorce. We have 0 evidence for that so it’s possible but equally as unlikely. I personally feel like Sean would’ve included SOME kind of way to show he did. At this point in time (April 2017) he might not have even planned on having an entire ego storyline OR have egos interacting with each other. So again, its possible but also unlikely.**

“This one’s called The Drive-By.”

And THIS is where all the huge confusion on our end comes in. Did he really pull a drive-by? All the rest of his trickshots seem like they take place in that office building. And we see all of his struggling with Stacy going on there too, like they’re arguing while he’s at work trying to make money for them. 99% of BA takes place in that building, its just this scene we don’t know about.

There’s actual gunshot noises and screams like he actually committed a drive-by. It’s also not uncommon for people both in media and real life to do something stupid, rash or even violent when they’re under too much emotional/mental stress. It’s actually proven that men especially act out in violence because of fear of being perceived as weak if they show vulnerable emotions like sadness (*vibrates in psychology major, oops*), so they vent through physical, often violent means instead. (I doubt Sean knows that, and I doubt even more that he planned such an intricate real life detail in something that wasn’t even supposed to be an ego power hour in the first place, but I digress).

This face especially right here makes me think he might have actually done it. He looks dead inside, almost like he’s glaring. If Anti had a hand in the divorce, did he make Chase do this too, if he really did do it?

“This one’s called Stacy I Love You, Please Don’t Go.”

It’s not uncommon for a mass shooter to commit suicide after they commit their shooting. Not only that, but obviously of course, suicide is extremely common in depressed people, and the divorce (with or without the depression as an added factor) is a big motivator for someone to do something like this, especially since Chase likely doesn’t have much else to live for besides his kids, which are being kept from him completely by Stacy. Basically what I’m saying here is, there’s A LOT of good reasons why Chase would try to kill himself. Also want to mention really quick that Chase did not show violent behavior that we saw before this, so him being violent towards Stacy or the kids remains ruled out of the reasons with evidence why Stacy would divorce him.

There’s a real gunshot noise when he shoots himself. It has also been CONFIRMED by Henrik in KJSE that this suicide attempt was legit, because he said he saved Chase.

We should also keep this scene after the outro in mind. Is it just as canon as the rest of BA? Is it just Sean being a goof and this is a blooper? Did Chase not successfully kill himself? That’s a big possibility. We don’t know. But we DO know he definitely shot himself for real and Henrik saved him. I’m kinda leaning towards this being a blooper of Sean being a dork, personally.

ALSO-

*Galaxy-brains for a moment here* What if Chase’s dreams of being a YouTuber/vlogger DID end the divorce and now as some twisted ass irony, he’s actually achieved his dream because he has to pose as Jack on the channel? Now THAT I could see Sean doing, especially since he said he’s been plotting for months and definitely had a vague plan during Mayhem, which is when Chase posing as Jack while Jack is comatose was revealed.

Anyways, TLDR; Don’t demonize Stacy, it’s gross and we have no justified reason to, only assumptions. But don’t demonize Chase either, because from all we’ve seen of him so far from BA and afterwards, he was only trying to make a dream career happen and his refusal to let that dream die killed his marriage. Both he and Stacy have their flaws here, so don’t demonize one or the other.

#jacksepticeye #chase brody

[s-trawberryv-eins]

An Introduction

(NOT MY GIF)

AN INTRODUCTION TO CAROLINE STARK

A/N: Hi! Thanks for reading! So, after months of waffling about wanting to write, I finally sat down and did it. It’s pretty complicated, so it’s pretty important to read this one before you start with anything else. I’ve created an original character, who lives in a slightly alternative universe to the one we were left with after Endgame. I’d like to state that none of my personal changes are reflections of my opinions of what DID happen, but in order to build her as I wish, some things needed to be slightly different.

1)    Steve didn’t go back to Peggy after he returned the stones

2)    Hulk and Banner didn't become one, they’re still two separate beings

3)    Natasha was brought back by Steve as he was able to return the soul stone in return for her life

4)    The compound was rebuilt after the Battle of Earth. There is a memorial for Tony where he died.

A few other things to note:

1)    My first piece of writing will be a background that is applicable to all of the fics. However, many of them will be stand alone, unless I state otherwise. I’ll be creating a masterlist which will lay everything out very clearly, but please feel free to ask if you need to 😊

 Thanks for reading the boring stuff. Everything will be up soon!

 Summary: An introduction to the secret Stark sister. Who is she? Why was she kept a secret? And what happens when everybody finds out?

 Warnings: Abandonment, injury, PTSD, death, blood, but there's plenty of soft love too.

 Word count: 1921

 SUMMER 2004

MALIBU, CALIFORNIA

"Yes, yes, two seconds!" Tottering over to the front door of her bosses lavish Malibu home, Pepper Potts grumbled under her breath, annoyed by the fact that she was the one answering the incessant knocking. "I’m not your maid, Tony!” Sighing, she unlocked the door and prepared to shoo whichever reporter, play bunny, or cold caller had decided that 10 PM on a Tuesday evening was a good time to show up. However, she was greeted with something entirely unexpected.

“Oh! Hello! Are you lost? Where’s your Mom?" In front of Miss Potts stood a small girl, 7 years of age, a sparkly pink bag held tightly in her little hand. Pepper greeted the young girl with the cheeriest voice she could manage in her surprise. Sticking her head out of the door, she looked around, but with a furrowed brow she realised that they were alone. There wasn’t another figure or car in sight.

“Momma said I had to give you this." In her tiny outstretched hand was a thick envelope. "She said my Daddy lives here.” The look on her face told Pepper that she knew exactly what had happened. Even as young as she was, she had an obvious maturity that would break hearts. Her mother had abandoned her, and the girl understood that entirely.

With eyes so wide it hurt, Pepper took the envelope, peeking inside to find a passport, a letter, and a photograph of Mr Stark and a woman. The girls' mother, Pepper presumed. Shock was written into the PAs face, but she forced a smile all the same. After a quick look at the passport, she ushered the child inside.

"Come on in, Caroline. We’ll sort you out, okay?”

 LATE 2008

NEW YORK

A series of loud bangs on her bedroom door pulled Caroline from her daydream. Not even having a chance to respond, the door burst open and three young girls practically fell into her room.

“Turn the TV on!"

“As if you weren’t famous enough!"

“Did you know? You must've known?!"

Wide eyed and clueless as to what her friends were talking about, Caroline blinked back gormlessly as Amelie grabbed the remote and turned the TV on.

“What channel?“

“Can somebody tell me what the hell is going on?" The 11-year-old spoke up, and all three heads turned to face her, humour in their eyes as they stated what was seemingly obvious.

“Your dad, Care.” Caroline knew her Father had been in some trouble. Happy had shown up outside the halls of residence, whisking her away immediately. The panic set in as her heart sped up violently. As the girls scrambled through the channels, they froze as a man in a suit appeared on the screen. Caroline's dad. Tony Stark. They watched in awe as he addressed his audience. As his daughter, she'd watched a few press conferences before. They were a bore, however, she couldn't lie.

The TV remote fell from Amelie’s hand as he spoke the four words that changed history.

“I am Iron Man.”

 MAY 2012

MANHATTAN, NEW YORK

Footage of the Chitauri destroying the very ground she stood on flashed through Caroline’s mind. Gripping Happy’s arm as she sobbed, the 14-year-old girl cried out desperately for her Father. Their relationship had been very rocky for a while. He’d rejected his new responsibility at first, leaving Pepper to parent the girl. He’d even shipped her off to boarding school, where he further pushed away his long-lost child. It wasn’t until Pepper dragged him by the sleeve to the young girl’s dorm room and forced him inside that he’d actually spoken to his daughter. From there, they established a solid relationship. Caroline, of course, fell head over heels for her Father. He could do no wrong in her eyes. That never changed, even as she grew.

Fear wracked her body at the thought of Tony not surviving the battle. Staring at the sky, she prayed and prayed that he return from that giant swirling hole of death that currently dominated New York. When she saw his body fall through the sky, her fear both vanished and increased ten-fold.

-

Later that evening, JARVIS informed her of her Fathers arrival at the beaten-up tower. Racing to find him, she threw her arms around his neck and cried. She cried and cried until she ran out, but she never let go of his hand.

 MAY 2015

NOVI GRAD, SOKOVIA

“Daddy?” Her voice came out a whimper. She felt weak and small.

“Hey baby girl, I’m uh…I’m guessing you’ve seen, right? Yeah, it’s bad, Care.”

“Dad, what’s going on?”

“Listen, baby, I’ve gotta end this. Me and Thor, uh, we think we’ve got a way. A lot of people will die if we don’t do this. You're the best thing, you know?" His voice was soft, even as he continued to fight off robots and save the world. The line grew staticky and Caroline couldn’t stop the tears that spilled from her eyes. "I'm so glad you showed up on my doorstep all those years ago. I’m sorry for taking so long."

“Why does it sound like you're saying goodbye? Daddy you're scaring me!” Her voice was a desperate whimper, and a pain in her chest bloomed violently.

“I love you, Caroline. Remember th-" Horror erupted over her features as the line went dead. Not knowing whether she'd ever see him again, she made her way to New York, her heart dragging painfully behind her.

 NEW YEARS EVE 2015

AVENGERS COMPOUND

UPSTATE NEW YORK

Caroline and her Father walked through one of the many laboratories of the new compound. On her 18th birthday the Stark girl was offered a position as a biomechanical engineer for the new era S.H.I.E.L.D. program, built following its collapse in 2014. Taking after her Dad, she had excelled in school, and to the amazement of her new bosses, had landed a glowing recommendation from Iron Man himself. The decision for her to live under a different last name to Tony was one he himself had requested in a bid to keep her safe for as long as he could. She had never really met the other Avengers, and only three other people knew of her existence; Pepper, Happy, and Natasha Romanoff. It was easy enough to hide her identity.

Caroline didn’t mind too much. She could still see her parents as much as she pleased, and it prevented any special treatment from schools and professors. Those around Caroline herself knew; her school friends knew, she didn't want to keep a secret from them, and besides, she didn't know any better when she told them at 8 years old.

“How’re you settling in? Are you sure this isn’t too soon? This is too soon. I’m taking you-“ midway through his rambling, Tony realised his daughter both lived and worked at the compound, rendering his threat useless. "I'll take you somewhere. Details, schmetails."  

“Dad! Calm down! You’re spiralling. I’m fine, I’m settling in just fine! Now come on, I need to meet everyone.” A proud smile graced the young girls features as she tried to rid her rather of any worry. With a sigh, he took his daughters hand in his own and led her to the Avengers quarters. Separating just before they entered the room, Caroline took a shaky breath.

“Folks gather round. This is our new Doc. With Banner MIA," his brows drew together as he spoke, and his gaze fell to the floor for a second before finding Caroline "she’s our go to! This is Caroline. Caroline Lockwood.”  A half smile appeared on his face, the bittersweet moment getting the best of him. After a few brief introductions, the girl bid them goodbye to get ready for one of Tony Starks famous New Year’s Eve parties.

 JUNE 2018

AVENGERS COMPOUND

UPSTATE NEW YORK

Pepper sat with her daughter, a blanket around the two of them as they hid. They sat in silence, unable to find the words. Trying to maintain hope when everything around them told them to give up was the hardest battle they'd fought yet. “Momma? We’ll be fine, right? We always win.” Her voice nothing but a whisper in the darkness, she felt her adoptive mothers’ fingers tighten around her own.

“We'll be fine, baby. Your Dad will do what he always does. He'll save us. He'll save everybody.” The sad smile on Caroline's face couldn’t be seen in the dark, but Pepper could tell the moment that it fell. She felt the energy in the air shift. Did they lose? “Baby? Baby what’s wrong?" Placing her soft hands either side of her daughter’s face, she gasped sharply as the blanket fell around them, no longer supported by two bodies. Instead, a dark ash took the place of the youngest Stark.

“I’m sorry, Momma" she choked out before disintegrating completely "I'm sorry.”

Pepper was left alone, covered in heartbreak, grief, and the ashes her child left behind.

OCTOBER 2023

ATLANTA, GEORGIA

"Hey, sweetie. Do you want Mom?" Morgan shook her head and stepped closer to her sister.

“Can you help me? You’re my sister.” With sad, glazed over eyes, Caroline nodded. It's not difficult to sympathise with the two girls. Morgan knew all about her big sister. Stories were told, and pictures were framed in every inch of the house. Morgan idolised her before she’d ever met her. And when, by some miracle, they did meet, it was a few days before their fathers’ funeral. Two days before that, Caroline had been dead.

Dead.

It'd been one hell of a week.

To say the oldest Stark sister walked on eggshells around the younger one would be an understatement. Allowing their relationship to be on Morgan’s terms was the least she could do. The thought that Morgan may reject her completely never left her mind, despite Peppers constant reassurance. “I can braid your hair, if you’d like. Momma taught me when I was a little girl."

-

"Where's Morgan?" Pepper's voice barely registered in Caroline’s brain. She could feel herself drifting further and further away every day. But she didn't have the strength to fight it.

“Happy took her for cheeseburgers.” A hint of smile traced her mouth, but it didn't stick. It never stuck. The bags under her eyes were heavy and dark, and the once rich brown of her eyes seemed to have dulled miserably. After receiving her own private recording from Stark, she felt as if she'd broken completely. Turning to face Pepper, she struggled to continue, her voice hoarse from crying and screaming in the night. "They should be back an-"

“MOMMY SISSY UNCLE HAPPY BOUGHT EXTRA.” Watching the tiny girl stumble through the door, a brown paper bag clutched tightly to her chest, Caroline just stared in awe. Of course, Morgan was too young to really understand what happened. She missed her Daddy, and she knew he wasn’t coming home, but she managed to smile. Her eyes shined bright as ever. The world hadn't tainted her hope, it hadn’t torn away her faith.

It would be so, so easy to just let go. To just give up and fall into the oblivion that called her name. But in doing so, she'd miss even more time with her sister. Watching her eat with a pensive look on her face, clutching on to Pepper and watching all the strangers around her, Caroline made a choice. She could do it for Morgan. She could hold on and keep going.

So, she did.

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[sustraiii]

TEAM ZRCN ARC 3 - CHAPTER 3

Back with our villains this chapter, this time with a new P.O.V as we get a glimpse of what the Rossi’s are up to and the complicated relationship between the three sisters.

Many thanks to @jaguar-knight​ who let me mention his character Maxem in this chapter too!

CALANTHA

“NO ERROR DETECTED”

Seeing the words on the screen, Calantha frowned. It at least cleared up that there was no error with the code, but that meant it would be harder work to find out what was wrong with the Sentinel. Setting down her modified scroll, she would then pick up a recording voice to make a note of her findings.

“Log number 405,” She began, holding the device close to her mouth. “Initial diagnostic report on Sentinel #012 shows that there are no errors in the code that would prevent it from starting up. I will need to further investigate, but I theorise there may be some internal damage. Outwardly it appears relatively undamaged, which is to be expected, father built these Sentinels to be sturdier and stronger than an AK - 130. Though I do question whether they were built to withstand having a rock dropped on them.” She chuckled a little at this before continuing. “I hope whatever the issue is it will be an easy fix. We have a few supplies with us, but I don’t know whether it would be enough. This is Calantha Rossi signing off.”

As she set the recorder device down, she heard the sound of heels approaching, and swivelled in her chair to see who was coming. She had hoped it would be Bianca coming back from the call she had made, but disappointed to see it was Belleza instead.

“Why the long face?” Belleza asked, putting a hand on her hip. “Hoping to see somebody else instead of me?”

“N-No.”

Her elder sister made a hmph noise before coming over and grabbing Calantha’s modified scroll and read what was on the screen. Calantha watched as a frown formed as she read. “So what does this all mean? Can it be fixed?”

“Well, I’m not sure,” Calantha admitted, making a reach for her scroll. Belleza held it just out of reach for a moment, before relenting and giving it back to her. “I ran the code, but it doesn’t show any errors, so I’m thinking there might be an issue with the internal wiring or something. I will take it apart and see what I can do, but I can’t promise I can do anything, especially with the limited resources we have.”

“It doesn’t need to be perfect,” Belleza said, following a brief pause, almost as if contemplating something. “Just so long as it's combat ready. Pull in Bianca if you need to, she has more experience than you do.”

“Combat ready?” Cala blinked in surprise. “No, you can’t do that! Father would go mad if you waste another Sentinel. Of the seven he gave us, we only have two still working, maybe three if we’re lucky. And personally, I don’t think you should be wasting our resources on someone like Cosmos. Buck I could understand, but Cosmos? He’s older than our father is, and the last time we saw him he could barely walk much less fight. Besides he’s family...”

“I don’t give a shit if he’s family or not,” Belleza snapped, slamming a fist on the table. “He might be our uncle, but he betrayed us like Buck did, and he must be dealt with.”

“But what you’re suggesting is wrong!” Calantha protested. “He’s our uncle - our mother’s brother! I know what your feelings are on our allies leaving us, but I don’t believe that even you would be so callous as to hurt a family member.”

Belleza listened to her words with a disinterested expression before suddenly she lunged forward, harshly grabbing Calantha’s face with her hand, and tilting it upwards, forcing her to meet her gaze.

“You know how I feel about you speaking to me like that, little lamb,” She sneered. “If I wanted your opinion I would have asked for it.”

“Belleza.”

Calantha and Belleza both turned to the doorway, where their other sister stood, giving Belleza a disapproving glance. Despite a warning look to release her, Belleza continued to grip Calantha tightly. Bianca persisted in holding her gaze, and finally, she released her. Free from her sister’s grasp, Calantha sat back in her seat, gently caressing her cheek where Belleza had been gripping it.

“Really, Belle? Was that necessary?” Bianca asked, folding her arms as she spoke.

Belleza shrugged. She moved away from Calantha to one of the tabletops, which she propped herself against and folded her own arms, mirroring Bianca’s actions. “You weren’t here.”

Bianca’s gaze held firm, before briefly flickering to Calantha, checking to see if she was alright. She let out an exasperated sigh. “At any rate, I’m glad you’re both here - it’ll save me a lot of time trying to track you both down separately later.” Her eyes purposefully shifted to Belleza once more, but their elder sister did not dignify her words with a verbal response, merely grunting in way of a reaction. “Laurel has reported back some notes on her reconnaissance with the Wulfric hosts,” Bianca continued. “She’s still unclear of what their intentions are in Atlas, and any attempts to pry further into the matter without arousing suspicion has been so far ignored. Despite this, she claims that this Maxem Wulfric has been considerably kind to her. She has advised we continue to class them as a low-level threat, but will update us of any changes to the situation.”

“I still don’t think ol’ Scarface was the right person to send on that job,” Belleza said.

“Her name is Laurel,” Bianca corrected sharply. “And was that really all you’re taking from that? You know father wouldn’t have consented if he didn’t trust her.”

Belleza moved away from the tabletop and began to step towards her. “Father is old and sick, and his mind is not what it once was. He doesn’t even trust himself to make a clear and impartial judgement anymore, hence why we’re all out here doing daddy’s dirty work ready for phase three.” She stopped in front of Bianca and poked her roughly in the shoulder. “So forgive me if I don’t think our friend from some swampy, backwater hovel, quite makes the cut.”

Bianca looked away, which earned a smirk from Belleza.

“There was something else I needed to tell you about,” Bianca quietly interrupted. This made Belleza ease back from her slightly, and she gestured for her to continue. “It was a message from Sparrow. She said your little “messenger bird” has taken flight.”

And then Belleza did something she never did - she cheered loudly. The action was so out of character for her, that Calantha jumped in her seat. She had only just recovered when she felt Belleza’s hand gripping her again, this time on her shoulder. “Looks like you’ll get your wish for now, little sister,” Belleza said. Her following words were directed to both her sisters. “The plan has changed. I still want that Sentinel fixed and in working combat order, but Cosmos is no longer our target, we have a new target or rather targets.”

“Who - “ Bianca went to say before Belleza silenced her with a wave.

“Would love to stay and explain, but that’s not really my style is it?” She gave a little bow. Upon seeing that Bianca continued to look bewildered, she came over and patted her cheek. “Don’t look so confused Bianca dear, it really doesn’t suit your pretty face. Things will become clear in due time.”

And with that she strolled away, exiting the room with a spring in her step. Not long after she disappeared, her voice could be heard ringing out through their hideout, demanding that Miho join her for drinks. 

“Cala?”

Calantha turned her head to see Bianca staring at her, a look of concern on her face. “Did she hurt you?” She asked.

Instinctively, Calantha touched her cheek, keeping her hand there for a moment. “I’m fine,” She said, before repeating it with more conviction. “I’m fine, Bianca.”

When all had gone quiet once more, it was Calantha who dared to break the silence.

“What was that all about before?”

“With Belle?” Bianca asked, looking to her for confirmation. When Calantha nodded, she frowned a little and shrugged her shoulders. “Honestly, I’m not certain. I have my suspicions, and if she’s planning what I think she might be planning, she’s more reckless than I thought.”

Calantha thought for a moment. “You don’t think she’s after those kids do you?” It was strange to refer to Team ZRCN as ‘kids’, they were older than she was. She guessed she had picked it up from all the times her sisters and Wisteria had referred to them as such. “They don’t even know we exist, do they?”

“They don’t,” Bianca confirmed. Her sister proceeded to move over to her stopping to place her own hand on Calantha’s shoulder, more gentle than Belleza had, giving her a reassuring squeeze. They met each other’s gaze, and a knowing look passed between them. “But that’s the problem, Cala. I think she wants them to know.”

#team zrcn fic #belleza rossi #bianca rossi #calantha rossi

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V3 Boys Finding Out That Their Pregnant Fem!S/O Is Having Twins!

I accidentally messed up and posted this Ask with the wrong response (Thanks Tumblr mobile), so I apologize to the requester again and I’m sorry for the inconvenience! I hope you enjoy, anyway!

Saihara Shuichi

After finding out that you are pregnant, Saihara becomes a completely different person. His timid personality disappeared and he is much more protective over you and your child. You see the loving, parental side of him that you didn’t know he had.

He’s a wonderful partner and goes to all the ultrasounds with you since he wants to stay updated on your pregnancy and your child’s health. Saihara holds your hand as you lay on the cold table and stare at the currently blank monitor, watching the picture slowly appear in front of you. With every new appointment, seeing how much your baby has grown sends chills running through your spine, but this time you had goosebumps for a different reason.

Saihara has seen your ultrasounds before, but this one just looked… different. He can’t quite put his finger on it, though. He could immediately tell that something about this appointment was off and your heart started racing when you saw not one heartbeat, but two.

The ultrasound technician’s eyes widened and they turned to you, examining your confused reactions. Saihara had a gut feeling that something was wrong but wanted to assume otherwise.

You were silent as fear coursed through your veins. Neither of you were ready to bring two children into the world! You had only prepared for one and your friends and families were only expecting a single new member. 

He was intelligent and it didn’t take him long to connect the dots. Finally, your ultrasound technician spoke, “That’s amazing, congratulations!” Saihara furrowed his brows and his grip on your hand tightened as you sensed that he was returning your feelings of fear and anxiety.

“The baby is okay... right?” He asks, hesitant to assume what he thought he saw. Surely his eyes were playing tricks on him, that was all. However, the technician soon put those unsure feelings to rest. “I think you mean babies, you’re having twins!”

You were still silent throughout the experience and finally spoke when you turned to look at Saihara and saw the flushed look on his face. “Are you okay?” He wordlessly nodded in return, his eyes avoided yours and instead danced across the floor’s tiles.

You had no idea what to say or do to alleviate his stress since you were feeling the same thing. Finally, he confirms your reality. “So... twins, huh?” Saihara says with a bit of a defeated tone and wary smile.

But despite his uneasy reaction, he was genuinely excited. He has had his suspicions before and always thought that you might be carrying more than one child, but he never thought he would actually be right.

When you both finally returned home with your sonogram outlining the two babies and could talk in private, Saihara broke down and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. You could feel him smile into your skin which reassured you that this wasn’t an upset cry, but instead a relieved one.

“I’m just glad that they are healthy...” he trails off before kneeling down to kiss your stomach. “I know it will be hard, but we can do this.” His smile and hopeful expression made you trust him, and with Saihara, you knew you could take on anything life throws at you.

He was a bit overwhelmed initially, but thrilled nevertheless. He immediately called all of your close relatives and told them the news with a cheerful smile, dancing around your Living Room like a giddy child. Saihara knew that parenting twins was going to be a challenge, but he was so glad he got to do this with you. Having the twins only made him more excited to be a father.

Ouma Kokichi

When he found out that you were pregnant, Ouma immediately accused you of lying. He was convinced that you were simply pranking him and trying to get back at him for all of his relentless teasing over the years.

To finally prove that you were, in fact, telling the truth, you had to bring him to your doctor and show him the ultrasounds in person. The whole time, Ouma was in a state of shock and denial, still trying to find a way to explain this since… there was no way you were actually pregnant, right?

Needless to say, he completely panicked when he finally came to terms with the truth. He just couldn’t believe it – that you were going to be parents and he was actually going to be a father.

With that said, Ouma was actually looking forward to becoming a father after he finally calmed down and relaxed. You could see the joy in his face as he smiled wide and beamed with hope, and since then he hasn’t stopped talking about your little bundle of joy or your future together.

He didn’t go to every ultrasound appointment and missed the big reveal that you were having twins. You had your suspicions and fears that you were having two children instead of one, but haven’t said a word about the possibility to Ouma yet. You knew he wouldn’t take it well and didn’t want to scare him until you knew the truth.

It seems as though you can’t keep it from him any longer, though. With a sigh, you leave your doctor’s office and start rattling your brain with ways to tell him that you were expecting twins. He didn’t give you much of an opportunity, though, because Ouma cornered you as soon as you arrived home and started asking you questions about how it went and if everything was okay.

He could sense the panic in your face and you realize that there’s no way you could hide it any longer. Taking his hand, you guide your partner to the couch and sit him beside you. 

“Listen, I found out something today…” you trail off and look him in the eyes, trying to read him. Ouma looked unnerved, but a smile was still plastered on his lips. You decided to be as straight-forward as possible and not prolong telling him anymore since you had already done so and it was killing you to keep this inside; “We’re having twins.”

Moments after you said this, he burst into laughter. “Are you kidding me, (Y/N)? I know I thought you were joking about being pregnant, but twins? Now you’re really just trying to prank me! Well, you can’t fool me!”

Your mind started racing because you had no idea how to break the news to Ouma or how to make him believe you. With a frustrated sigh, you jump to your feet and march out of the room with your hands running through your hair angrily.

He follows you closely and tries grabbing your wrist, asking you to wait up for him. “(Y/N), come back! Take a joke!” Nothing he said helped, though, because you wished he would take you seriously for once, especially when it came to your children.

When Ouma finally caught up to you and examined your reaction, his heart sank and he realized that he royally messed up. “Wait… you weren’t joking? We’re really having twins?” He sounded like a kid in a candy store as he looked at you with bright eyes. You hiss, “Yes, Kokichi!”

A smile formed on his face and he nearly tackled you with a hug, begging you to show him your sonogram. Frantically retrieving the photo from your purse, Ouma starts jumping with joy at the sight of two little figures on the black-and-white picture instead of one. “Oh, my God!” He exclaims happily, then hastily apologized for not believing you.

He did feel bad, but that feeling was soon replaced with a childlike excitement. He couldn’t contain his feelings and started to run around your home happily, cheering about he was going to be a dad. Rolling your eyes, you mumble, “You already knew that!”

He didn’t care, though. Ouma was thrilled to pieces, because this only meant he had two little bundles of sunshine to look forward to! He was already happy to have one child on the way, but this was even better!

Finally, he leans forward and waves at your stomach before announcing, “Hello, babies! I am your daddy and I can’t wait to meet you!”

Rantaro Amami

Rantaro isn’t the easiest man to surprise. Even when you told him that you were pregnant, he remained somewhat calm and unmoving, and had little reaction. Regardless, it was a pleasant surprise and he was genuinely excited to be a father.

He didn’t always show it, but you could tell that he was looking forward to raising a family with you. Rantaro loved children and was wonderful with them – you could tell by the way he acted around and looked after his sisters that he would be an amazing father. He simply had a way with them and cared so deeply, tending to you even more while you were pregnant.

Still, Rantaro was intelligent and thought that you were getting too big this early into the pregnancy, then voiced his suspicions that you might be having more than one child, but you never believed him.

He had a busy schedule and unfortunately couldn’t always make it to your ultrasound appointments. Today was one of those days, and you didn’t usually have a problem with going alone. You understood that he had to prioritize the important things in his life and his work and you both knew that you were more than capable of handling this yourself.

The only issue is what the ultrasound technician told you after examining the picture on the screen. You couldn’t see it until they pointed it out, but when you noticed the two separate heartbeats, your jaw dropped and eyes widened.

How were you going to tell Rantaro? You didn’t think he would have a problem with twins, but were either of you ready for this? Having your first child was hard enough, but this just made it much more difficult.

When you arrive back home, you waste no time at all with telling him the truth. Before, you set up a romantic way to announce your pregnancy, but this time you were in a full-blown panic and he could sense that the moment you walked through the door.

“Hey, (Y/N), come here and relax,” Rantaro coos with a soothing voice, guiding you towards your bedroom. He helps you lay down before asking what was wrong. His heart started to race because he feared the worst and was terrified that something happened to your baby but remained calm on the outside.

You were still at a loss for words and silently retrieve the sonogram photos from your purse. The technician labeled “Baby 1” and “Baby 2” for you, so it did all the talking – as they say, a photo is worth a thousand words.

Rantaro looks at it for quite some time, inspecting it carefully. He’s seen plenty of sonograms before – he was the older brother to twelve little girls, after all, but he couldn’t quite believe what he was looking at. He remained as neutral as ever, though, only slightly raising his eyebrows and causing his smile to falter.

“We’re having twins?” Rantaro asks bluntly, and you finally nod your head and let the tears fall. With a sigh of relief, he pulls you into a long hug and places a kiss on your forehead. “Oh, I thought something was wrong.”

That sentence brought you so much comfort. In that moment, you knew that Rantaro was prepared to bring two children into the world. You knew that he would be as supportive as ever and love them both the same, despite the hardships that would follow.

After pulling out of the hug, he offers you a gentle smile and places a kiss on your lips while wiping your tears. “There’s no reason to cry, (Y/N), we can do this.”

And you believed him. Rantaro wasn’t too shocked since he already had his assumptions, but he was looking forward to your due date even more now. Although he doesn’t always show it due to his calm demeanor, he could hardly contain his excitement.

He reassuringly squeezes your hand and tells you that he will love your children unconditionally and that having twins won’t be a problem. You were thankful to have someone so open and understanding, since not everyone is as receptive as Rantaro.

Kiibo

Since he is a Robot and you two can’t have children naturally, you had to go through the process of finding a donor that you could use to artificially inseminate. 

Kiibo wasn’t too thrilled since he wanted it to be his child and it took a long time to finally open him up to the idea of using a donor since all he wanted was children of his own, but he eventually realized that this was your best option and you didn’t really have any others. If he wanted a family, this was the way you’d have to do it.

Finding a donor and going through the process of insemination is more difficult than you originally thought, and it took several attempts before the specimen even took. It failed several times, causing you to both give up until a miracle happened and the donor finally worked. Both you and Kiibo were giddy and thrilled to bits upon finding out that you were finally getting to bring your own ball of sunshine into the world.

With that said, he was an extremely paranoid father and even the slightest thing sent him into a panic. Yours and your child’s lives were so precious to him and you tried for so long that he didn’t want anything to ruin that.

Kiibo didn’t normally go with you to the ultrasound appointments because they always caused him to fret. He was wary around the machines and worried about hearing bad news, so he refrained and often stayed at home. Although you wanted him to be there, you also didn’t want his system to crash or for him to over-analyze everything the technician said.

But it feels like your internal hard-drive was failing when they told you that you were having twins. Immediately, your mind went into overdrive and you wondered how you would possibly tell Kiibo about this; you both tried for so long to finally have children, and now you were having two?

Although you tried hiding it, Kiibo could tell that something was wrong as soon as you arrived home. His programs were so advanced that they automatically honed-in on your emotions.

“Something happened at the appointment today, didn’t it?” Kiibo finally asks, causing you to fumble and stutter. You weren’t the best liar and he was highly intelligent, so he sees through you and nervously gestures for you to join him on the couch.

Reluctantly, you take a place beside him and start rattling your brain while trying to come up with a way to tell him the truth. He was watching you with worried eyes, and his body was heating up which you knew was a sign of anxiety.

"Is the baby okay?” Kiibo asks with a high-pitched tone, and without thinking you blurt out, “Yes, they are.” He didn’t catch it at first, but finally questioned you once he did and thoughtfully tilts his head to one side. “They? As in... more than one?”

Your face froze and you started to panic, but Kiibo soothed you in the best way he knew how. In this moment, all he wanted was answers. Not wanting to cause him to shut down, you simply nod your head and mumble, “I’m having twins...”

He sharply inhaled and started to return your feelings, his eyes flickered as he nearly lost himself but regained control of his system. Then, he breathed in and tried to relax. “You’re... having two children?” He repeats in disbelief, and an anxious smile forms on your lips as you nod once more. Then, Kiibo stood and a smile exploded on his face.

You thought he would go into shock or become a nervous wreck, but he looked... happy. He beamed at you and exclaimed, “We tried so long to have one baby, of course I’m happy that we’re having two! That’s like... the universe repaying us for all our hard work and determination!”

You rolled your eyes, insisting that it didn’t work like that, but Kiibo was convinced that this was nothing short of a miracle. 

The reality soon settled in, though, and he realized what having twins meant. Then, he joins your side again and starts mumbling about how difficult this was going to be. Lovingly placing a hand on his thigh to settle him down, you turn to the Robot and tell him, “Everything will be okay.”

Kiibo was pretty scared but he genuinely felt like this was a sign and he couldn’t get over it. He kept mentioning how amazing this was and how he was even more excited to be a father now.

“I just hope they like me,” he mutters anxiously and you giggle in response, “They will love you, Kiibo.”

Kaito Momota

Surprisingly, Kaito can’t wait to be a father! Ever since you told him that you were pregnant, he has been bursting at the seams with excitement and has been non-stop talking about your child and what the future had in store for you together.

He is a very dedicated family man, and although he was thrilled to be a father, you worried how he may react when he finds out that you were having twins. Most people panic since no one really expects twins and you worried that he would do the same.

This wasn’t part of the plan and you wonder if Kaito can even handle the pressure of raising two children at the same time.

Normally, he goes to your ultrasound appointments with you, but he had to miss your most recent one due to a Hope’s Peak related event. Still, you wished nothing more than to have him by your side when you found out the news.

You couldn’t believe it – twins! You were floored and at a loss for words. All you wanted was to have Kaito there to calm you down in this situation.

When you arrive home, he starts immediately bombarding you with questions about your appointment, asking if everything was okay and pestering you to tell him everything. You are forced to bite your lip because you didn’t expect him to corner you like this; it was so sudden that you couldn’t think straight.

You wanted to break the news to him in a more romantic way, but your cover was already blown and Kaito knew that something was up already. Since you don’t want him to continue worrying, you bring him to the Bedroom where he starts flooding you with questions.

“Is the baby hurt? Did something happen?” His emotions were beginning to skyrocket and as you tried talking over him but he just wouldn’t seem to listen to you. He kept cutting you off and assumed the worst, growing frantic and panicky.

Eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore and snapped. “No, Kaito! That isn’t it!” You sharply cut him off, causing him to stop talking. He looks at you with sincere eyes and squeezes your hand nervously; you could feel the sweat pooling on his palms, his lips now firmly shut as he turns all of his attention to you.

“The babies are fine.” You say bluntly, without realizing your mistake. Kaito picked up on it, though, and furrowed his brows. Did he just hear you right?

What did you mean by that? “Babies?” He asks, emphasizing the plural-part of the word. Your face immediately flushed and grows a stark white, your eyes widened and he seemed to immediately realize what was happening and leaped to his feet, covering his mouth in shock.

“We’re having twins!” He exclaims excitedly, breaking from your grasp and now jumping onto the couch, standing on it as he cheers with glee. He looked like a child as he grows giddy with joy, clutching his face and asking you over and over if you were telling him the truth.

Then, Kaito envelops you in a big hug and squeezes you gently, placing a kiss on your cheek and then kneeling to your stomach. “Hello, babies! This is your father speaking, I love you both already!”

His reaction was just as precious as you imagined. 

Gripping his shoulder to settle him down, Kaito places a kiss on your stomach and then started to skip around the house gleefully. He didn’t seem to realize just how much more work twins were, but as long as he was happy then so were you.

You were lucky to have a partner as excited and genuine as Kaito, and he shared your emotions and thrill as he droned on and on about how he couldn’t wait to meet your children. 

You could tell that he was going to be a wonderful parent and had no fear at all, because he already loved them so much and was so happy to start a family with you. The news about the twins only caused him to become more impatient about your due date as Kaito counted down the days until their arrival. 

Korekiyo Shinguuji

When Korekiyo found out that you were pregnant, his reaction was much more surprising and loving than you thought it would be. He was completely receptive and thrilled to bits, showing joy that you have never seen before. He wasn’t normally this childlike or giddy, but he couldn’t contain his happiness.

Your pregnancy had been going smoothly and all of your ultrasounds were clear. Your doctors told you numerous times that your baby was happy and healthy, but something seemed off. It always felt like they were waiting to tell you more, or maybe that was just your gut feeling. 

You brush it off and tell yourself that you’re just nervous to become a mother and that this was normal, but there was still a nagging feeling that plagued you.

News that you were baring twins did not come as a surprise to you and that’s when everything started to make sense. Still, you were unsure of how Korekiyo would react to the news.

Recently, your partner flew out to attend a weekend-long Anthropology Convention in a different city which gave you the house to yourself for a few days. 

During this time, you think about how you were going to tell him and took it as a chance to wrap your head around the reality. You spent most of your time coming to terms with having two children instead of one.

And since Korekiyo wasn’t home, this provided for an ample opportunity to set up your announcement in a romantic way. On the night you knew he would come home, you cook dinner and create a romantic setting in your Bedroom, completed with candles for mood-lighting and a trail of rose petals that lead to the sonogram photo laying in the center of your bed.

When he finally returned home, he was stunned to see everything your hard-work went into. Korekiyo was the king of romantic gestures, so it was about time you finally repaid him for everything he has done for you. Plus, you wanted to go above and beyond when it came to telling him about your children.

“Wow, this is lovely,” he says genuinely as he sets his bags down and slowly walks through your home, eyeing every little detail. You were growing more nervous as he inched closer to your Bedroom, your stomach turning in knots as he got closer to finding out.

Korekiyo finally entered your shared Bedroom where the truth was awaiting him. He slowly skims along the rose-petal trail, careful to not step on and crush any of the vibrant flowers, and peers down at the photo. He could tell that something was up based on how you were acting but certainly didn’t expect this.

It didn’t take him very long to realize what he was looking at, especially since you wrote down ‘Baby 1 and 2’ in the corner with a heart beside it.

A small smile formed on his lips and his eyes started to twinkle. It was so beautiful, and he was stunned. It took him a moment to register what that means, and then a look of surprise appeared on Korekiyo’s face.

“Twins? We’re having twins?” He asks with glassy eyes, becoming emotional at the thought. You nod and can’t help but to wrap your arms around his neck as you beam at him happily. He returns the embrace but has to sit down for a moment, collecting his thoughts.

“I just... can’t believe it. This is beautiful, (Y/N).” Korekiyo can’t help but to feel a bit uneasy. He was calm on the outside but exploding on the inside as his mind raced and hands trembled.

“I can’t wait to bring two beautiful twins into humanity, and teach them everything I know. I can’t wait to do this with you, (Y/N).” He says, completely baffled.

Korekiyo lets a few tears fall. His reaction is much more emotional than when you told him you were pregnant and he tells you that it’s because he’s always wanted two children, and that twins were unique and special. Although he was excited, he was also nervous because he knew how difficult this would be, but that didn’t waver his feelings. He was still just as excited to become a father.

For the rest of the night, Korekiyo talks about your changed plans and what the future has in store for you. He starts talking about names and where to put their cribs, and how you two should tackle the situation together. He was so insightful and thoughtful, you weren’t afraid to do this with him. He loved and cherished them both already.

He also examined the sonogram thoroughly, getting a good look at his future children and telling you that they were already so beautiful, just like their mother.

Gonta Gokuhara

Your pregnancy was somewhat accidental. Although you’ve talked about it before, you didn’t expect to start a family just yet.

Because neither of you were fully prepared, you were terrified to learn that you weren’t carrying just one, but two children. Your pregnancy was so sudden and came as a pleasant surprise, but it caught both you and Gonta off-guard. You’ve done your best to prepare a crib and room for your child, and you could tell that he was excited to be a father, but the news that you were having twins changed everything.

But… now what? He went to all of your ultrasound appointments with you because he wanted to be a part of the process and make sure that everything was going smoothly, already quite the compassionate father. As you lay on the table and feel the cold jelly spread across your stomach, your gut twisted and something felt wrong.

But you brush the feeling aside – everything has been going smoothly up until this point. You were convinced that the feeling was just nerves that came with every ultrasound.

Taking Gonta’s hand, you stare at the ultrasound on the screen and wait for the image to appear. As soon as it becomes clear, you notice something that wasn’t there before – you saw the heartbeat from before, but now there were two. Tilting your head to one side, you impatiently wait for the ultrasound technician to say anything at all.

You’re not the best at reading ultrasound images, but the longer you stared at it, the easier it was to make out. There were definitely two heartbeats, and you could count three, or… four hands, two figures. You didn’t want to believe it! 

At first, you tell yourself that the image was flipped or mirrored, but based on the ultrasound technician’s excitement, you sensed that that wasn’t the case and you soon put the pieces together.

You squeeze Gonta’s hand nervously and turn to face him, but he looked like he always did. A wide smile spread across his lips as he beamed at the monitor, but he was silent. Maybe he’s never seen an ultrasound like this before, so you couldn’t blame him for being unable to make out the shapes or the movement.

Suddenly, the technician hinted hopefully, “Does anything look different?” This caused your partner’s mentality to shift suddenly.

You could see the two babies immediately but it took Gonta a bit longer. When they ask this, he looks at you quizzically and starts to sweat. “Is baby okay?” He presses anxiously, and that’s when they respond with, “The baby is perfectly healthy… both of them.”

That’s when everything started to make sense and he finally connected the dots. Although you wanted to jump into the conversation, you were at a loss for words, still not coming to terms with the idea of having twins. Gonta continues, “There’s two?”

Instinctively, you nod and finally force out a sentence. “Yes, Gonta… twins, we’re having twins.” His entire face lights up, although he isn’t entirely sure what that means. You explain and it causes him to burst with joy. “Twins are... a good thing, right?” He asks, a tinge of hope in his voice.

Before you can answer, he exclaims, “(Y/N) having two babies!” happily since he can’t contain his excitement, not entirely realizing how difficult it would be for you to raise two children simultaneously. But something about his happy and care-free reaction caused you to relax and feel at ease. Maybe this was a good thing after all.

Gonta was a bit shaken and felt the pressure of having twins, but he was still thrilled nonetheless. Then, he says, “Gonta want to meet the babies now!” He’s been impatient since you told him that you were pregnant, but this only worsened that feeling.

This boy wears his heart on his sleeve and you can see the genuine, utter joy on his face. After learning the news that you were having twins, his eyes become glued to the monitor and he asks questions about where each baby was, jumping with joy every time the technician points something out. 

He had such a pure reaction and all you could do was smile silently. Gonta eased you into the thought of having twins, since that only meant he could carry them each on one arm and give twice the amounts of piggybacks and love! He promised to care for each of them unconditionally, and although it was scary, he knew he would love them both the same.

Ryoma Hoshi

At first, you were both shocked and unsure of what to do. You weren’t ready to be parents – it just kind of happened. As you started wrapping your heads around the idea of having a child, you calm down and start planning for your future.

It takes Ryoma a long time to get comfortable with the idea of fatherhood. He never had any intentions of becoming a parent, at least not so soon, but this is something he wanted to do with and for you. He could tell how much this meant to you, and he slowly eased himself into the idea.

But based on how Ryoma reacted upon finding out that you were pregnant, you thought he wouldn’t handle the idea of twins very well. You hid the news for as long as possible, but this clearly isn’t something you can keep from him forever.

He didn’t go to your doctor’s appointments because he was still a bit on edge and terrified of becoming a father, and the last thing you wanted was to force him to do something he was not comfortable with. You could handle the ultrasounds and blood-work yourself, right?

After seeing the two separate heartbeats on the monitor, you went into a frenzy and started to feel what Ryoma felt. You could finally empathize with him because this isn’t what you wanted or were prepared for – how were you supposed to handle raising two children at once?

It takes you a long time to finally head home from the doctor’s office because you were shaken up and your mind was racing as well as your heart. Perhaps you weren’t great at hiding your emotions because Ryoma knew that something was up with just a single look.

Unable to come up with any other way to tell him, you simply show him the sonogram photo. You knew that he wouldn’t appreciate you beating around the bush and instead would like for you to be blunt in this situation since this directly affected his life as well, and when he finally realizes what he is looking at, his knees quiver.

His face hardened and Ryoma looked like he was going to be sick. You could tell that he was absolutely terrified and shared your emotions as he looked at you with a petrified, pale expression.

Admittedly, he was a bit rude at first. “I can’t raise two kids!” He says harshly, causing you to take a step back and go into an overprotective mom-mode, snapping back at him. This leads to a snippy argument between the two of you and ends with Ryoma stomping away to be alone for a while.

Eventually, though, he comes back around and rejoins you in the Living Room, where you were a nervous wreck on the couch. You knew he wasn’t going to take the news well but didn’t expect him to react like that. He could sense his faults and silently sits beside you, comfortingly resting his hands on your knee and shoulder.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), I shouldn’t have reacted that way. I’m just scared, and you know that.” You wordlessly nod without looking at him in the eye. Instead, your gaze was still glued to the sonogram photo that you clutched in your shaking hands.

Ryoma sets the photo down and replaces it was his hand, squeezing yours and snapping you back into reality. 

“Together, we can do anything.” He sounded genuine, like all of his fear melted away. You finally turned back to him and apologized as well, pulling him into a long hug that brought you both to tears.

He can’t always determine or control what life throws at him, but that’s part of the beauty in life. If nothing else, he was simply relieved to do this with you, the woman he loved so dearly.

Ryoma slowly warmed up to the twins and started to become a more open, loving father. He would check up on you frequently and his anxiety levels decreased. On the inside, he was still afraid that he wouldn’t make a good father, but he was starting to look on the bright-side and anticipate the twin’s arrival.

And he became determined to be a wonderful parent, better than his own. He wanted nothing more in life than to give them what his family couldn’t and this is when his entire attitude changed. 

You could tell that he was more open and excited to become a father, and you felt a sense of relief. Towards the end of your pregnancy is when he finally got himself together, and Ryoma was finally returning your joy and happiness. 

He wondered why he was ever so scared in the first place.

- Mod Rantaro

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A Major Life: Chapter 15, A Balancing Game

Rating: T (subject matter)

Words: 4968

A/N: Wipes off dust on this.  Surprise, its not dead?!  Also, a big shout out to @frenzy5150 for giving me the idea at the end ages ago.  Thank you!

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“Are you sure you’ll be fine?” Bulda asked with a twinge of hesitation in her voice.  “You just got home and you have a game again tomorrow.”

Kristoff looked down at her.  Karoline was hanging on her like a limp ragdoll asleep in her arms. “Yeah, Ma.  I’ll be fine.  I appreciate you bringing her over.”

Bulda shifted her weight, hoisting Karoline higher up.  “I suppose waking up in her own bed will do her good.”

“How’s she doing?”

“As well as can be expected given the circumstances.  She’s feeling a little left out and she misses her mama and her daddy.”

“I’ll make sure to give her all my attention tomorrow before I leave.”  He gently took Karoline from Bulda.  Karoline woke when he settled her in his arms.  She stared blankly, resting her head on his chest as her arms instinctively curled around his neck.  He felt her fingers rubbing on the fabric of his shirt.

“I should tell you,” Bulda started.  “In case it comes up.  Your sister took Karoline to the hospital today.  They wouldn’t let her see Nolan and she didn’t take it well.  Anna was able to calm her down and they went for lunch in the cafeteria.  But when it was time to leave, Karoline had a melt down.  She’s been out of sorts ever since.”

Kristoff nodded in understanding.  Bulda gave Karoline one last look, running her hand on the back of Karoline’s head lovingly before stepping back to head for the door.

“Hey, Ma?”  Kristoff touched Bulda’s shoulder.  She turned back to look at him.  “When I talk to Anna, she tells me she’s fine, but I can hear in her voice she’s exhausted.  How is she?  Really?”

Bulda rested her hand to the top of Kristoff’s.  “I’ve been watching her.  She’s worried about Nolan and torn between keeping her vigilance with him and spending time with Karoline.   I know it's eating her up to see Karoline upset.  It’s not easy.  We all have to make choices.  But I think she’s holding up as best as she can.”

“I was going to try to get her out of the hospital tomorrow.”

“I think that’s a good idea, Sweetie.  Now, let me get out of your hair.”

Kristoff held the door for Bulda.  She was about to walk out, but stopped.  “Are you sure you don’t want me to watch Karoline tomorrow?  Because I can-”

“No, Ma.  You need a break as much as everyone else.  The nanny can watch Karoline tomorrow.”

Bulda nodded than patted his cheek.  “You know where to find me.  And I didn’t say it before, but great game today.  You’re handling things well.”

“What can I say, I’m good at compartmentalizing.”

Bulda raised an eyebrow at Kristoff before offering a knowing smile and turning to walk to her car.

———

Karoline was fully awake by the time Kristoff got into the the kitchen.  He checked the clock on the microwave.  It wasn’t quite time yet for her to go to bed and the nap she had on the ride over wasn’t going to help with getting her down anytime soon.

“What do you want to do tonight?”

“Go see Mommy.”

“I do too.  But it’s too late now.”  Kristoff went to sit Karoline down on the stool at the kitchen island, but she tightened her grip around his neck.  He stopped and rubbed her back.  “It’s alright, Bug.  I won’t let you go if you don’t want.”

Changing tactics, Kristoff went out to the family room to see if a show would work.  Karoline protested at that, then said no to playing a game, or reading a book, or playing with her toys… or any idea Kristoff came up with.  The only thing she seemed content with was having him hold her.

He sank down into the big sectional and scrubbed his face with his hand.  He’d hold Karoline all night if she needed.  It was breaking his heart to see her hurting like this.  He knew she would be fine, kept telling himself that over and over.  Anna and the baby would eventually be home and Karoline would get back in her routine and their version of normal would be back on track...with a few modifications.  The problem was he had no idea when that would actually happen and his little girl was in anguish right now.  Out of all things that could break Kristoff, the most was not being stop his child from hurting.

Karoline’s voice was muffled against Kristoff’s shirt, but he stopped the second he heard her ask for a song.

“Do you want me to sing it?”  She nodded against his chest.  “A fun one?”  Another nod.  

“Alright then…   Baby shark do-do-do-“

Karoline’s hand went up to Kristoff’s mouth and he couldn’t stop from laughing.

“Okay, okay.  No baby shark.”  He stood up and pulled his phone out of his back pocket.  “How about this kind of song, Bug?”

Kristoff scrolled through the list of songs on his phone, settling on one that Karoline requested often.  He hit play and the music started playing in the room.  He swayed slowly, but Karoline remained lifeless, one arm clinging to his arm the other around his neck.  He kept at it, changing the songs a few times and hoping to get a reaction, but Karoline seemed intent on holding him as tight as she could and not let go.  

He felt Karoline mumbling against his chest first, but he wasn’t able to make out what she was saying.  Kristoff stopped, dipping his head to get closer.

“What was that, Bug?”

“My song.”

Kristoff reached for his phone again and found the only song that fit that request.

It had started out as a joke with Sven.  He’d sing the song to Karoline as a baby whenever he came over to visit for the sole reason of trying to piss off Kristoff.  It worked too, even if Kristoff refused to give Sven the satisfaction of a response.  The problem was, Karoline liked it, kicking her feet and making excited squeals when he sang it.  Three years later and Karoline now claimed the song as hers.

Kristoff let the song play at first, moving slowly around the room.  It wasn’t until Karoline lifted her head and touched his hand that he started singing.

Hands, touching hands

Karoline reached for Kristoff’s arm, smiling at him in anticipation of the next lyrics.  He touched her shoulder in response making at funny face at her.

Reaching out, touching me, touching you

Sweet Caroline

Good times never seemed so good

Kristoff was moving around the room, singing at the top of his lungs, making a fool out of himself all because it was making his daughter smile and giggle.  He’d do anything to keep that grin on her face as long as he possibly could.  Karoline’s eyes glittered with excitement and, god, they looked exactly like Anna’s, full of passion and wonder.  He wanted her to hold on to that forever.

When the song ended, Karoline leaned back into Kristoff, hugging him fiercely.  They were still for a moment until Karoline looked back up at him.

“Daddy, can we read books now?”

“Anything you want, sweetie.”

———

The light in the room was soft, enveloped in hues of lavender.  Kristoff blinked his eyes to focus, not sure of his surroundings.  He turned and heard a loud thump hit the floor.  

Kristoff realized he was in Karoline’s bed and the book he had been reading at one point had slid off to the floor.  He must have nodded off when he promised to lay with her until she fell asleep.  He checked the time on his phone and saw it was almost midnight.  Karoline was snuggled into Kristoff’s side, leeching onto his warmth while her blankets remained haphazardly off to the side.  He kissed the top of her golden hair then reached over to tug the blankets up before silently slipping out of the bed.  Kristoff took one last lingering look at Karoline in the doorway.

“Sleep well my little love bug.”

Their bedroom looked like a tornado came through it.  Kristoff scanned the clothes thrown about the floor and the blankets and comforter half off the bed, all evidence of Anna spending as little time as possible in it.  He shook his head, picking up the pile of clothing and discarding it in the hamper.  He couldn’t blame her for it.  Time at the house meant time away from Nolan.  He could barely allow himself to think about it, let alone imagine what Anna was going through.  

He fell into bed and pulled out his phone.  Anna’s message was from over two hours ago asking if he was up.  He decided to chance it.

-Am now.  Fell asleep reading to K

She had answered when he came back from getting ready for bed.

-Was she ok?

-Took a bit to warm up, but she was happy to be home

After no response, Kristoff sent her another.

-Early game tomorrow.  I’ll go to the hospital right after.  Let me know if you leave or something

-I’ll be here.  Goodnight

-Goodnight.  I love you

Kristoff watched the bubbles on his screen for a long time.  Then it went blank.  He was about to call her when they popped back up again.

-Love you too

His arm fell over his eyes.  He was exhausted.  The toll on his body of almost a full season was in full effect.  The team was in striking distance of clinching their division.  That meant an extended season and more pressure.  He was both terrified of what was to come, and itching to get out there and show everyone what he could do.  

It should be a time of excitement, but Kristoff had other things invading his mind.  His family was almost constantly separated.  Nolan wasn’t home yet and the doctors hadn’t given them a date yet to even shoot for.  And now Anna...  

Kristoff knew she trying to hide her emotions and struggles for his sake.  Their conversations while he was on his road trip, if he could really call them that, were disjointed and sporadic.  She was okay, Anna would assure Kristoff.  She was already feeling so much better.  She’d tell him how much his family was helping.  Everyone was doing as much as they could.

Except there were beginnings of sentences Anna would start only to trail off with ‘never mind’ or ‘it’s not important’ then change the subject to ask how he was doing.  Or long text bubbles he’d see that she would delete before sending.  Kristoff couldn’t find a time to talk to her the last few days.  He was stealing moments, heading to the plane or between workouts or before a game.  There just wasn’t enough time.  And Anna was sacrificing again.

‘Whatever it takes’, Cliff had told Kristoff the first time he ever got into a playoff situation.  That was the expectation.  Kristoff had interpreted it as throwing his body on the line, giving everything he could, never wishing you could have done more when the game was over.  He hadn’t considered the emotional aspect or the impact on his family.  Kristoff also didn’t think it would be so effortless to shut all the background noise off.  Pitching was one of the few times he could forget about it all.  It was easy for him, almost calming and he hated he could do it and that a part of him craved it too.

———

A new charge nurse was staring Kristoff down while he scrubbed his hands.  He couldn’t figure out if she knew who he was or if she was wondering what kind of father didn’t visit their child in the NICU for four days.  He wanted to challenge her back and explain why he had to be gone.  But ‘I had to play baseball’ sounded like the lamest excuse in the world and he scurried past her with his head down as fast as he could.

Kristoff could see Anna as he walked up to their area.  The curtains were only halfway drawn and she was in the recliner, her head turned toward one of the machines staring at nothing.  He approached slowly, placing his hand on her shoulder.

“Hey babe.”

She turned her head, smiling brightly at him.  “You’re here early!”

“I was sitting in the dugout and in the third inning, coach called me into the walkway and told me to leave so I could come here.”

“That was nice.”

“How are you?” Kristoff bent down to kiss her cheek and his eyes caught that she was holding Nolan.  He was under a blanket, with Anna’s shirt wrapped over him.  Kristoff crouched down, cradling his sleeping son’s head in his hand.  “Hey buddy.”

That’s when he noticed it.  The feeding tube was back.  Kristoff looked up at Anna.  Her face had clouded over and she was biting at her bottom lip.

“When did this happen?”

“This morning.  I was going to tell you, but you had your workout and the game and I didn’t want to worry you.  Nothing was going to change if you found out earlier or now.   ...I’m sorry.  I should have-”

“Shhh shhh,” he said reaching up to Anna’s cheek to calm her.  “It’s okay.  But can you tell me why he needs it?”

“I knew this was going to happen last night.  When they weighed him, he had lost weight.  The neonatologist reviewed his chart this morning and said it had to go back.  He isn’t taking the bottle well.  I’ve been trying to nurse too, but that’s not working either.”

Anna’s head snapped up as the nurse came in, closing the curtains with an authoritative zip.  “Hi Anna.  I hope I didn’t wake…”  She stopped in her tracks as Kristoff stood up.  She caught herself staring and quickly moved over to grab some supplies.  “Hello Mr. Bjorgman.”

“Kristoff.”

“Kristoff,” she corrected.  “Back from your work trip already?”

He watched with amusement as she kept her head down.  He had to admit, she was trying so hard to act indifferent that he had to respect it.  

“How long are we going to keep pretending you don’t know who I am?”

She looked up in shock.  For a second, it looked as if she was going to try to keep the mask on, but her face quickly morphed into relief then a smile.  “Good game yesterday.  I know it must not be easy for you to have to be away.”

“We’re making it work,” Anna answered before Kristoff could say anything.

He sat down in the other chair and watched as the nurse gently took Nolan from Anna.

“Come here sweetie.  Oh, no complaining.  I know it’s snuggly and warm next to mama, but we have to check you out.”  She handled the baby with expert care and he settled down once she placed him in the warming bed.  “Let’s see if we can get some weight on you and get you eating on your own once and for all so you can go home.”

She moved the baby with gentle precision, glancing over at Anna with a reassuring smile.  “No weight loss.”  Anna smiled back with a look that was more relieved than anything.  “Would you like to hold him?”

It took a second for Kristoff to realize she was asking him.  Kristoff sat up in the chair as the nurse picked up Nolan.   “Please.”

“Are we still doing skin to skin?”  This time the nurse was looking directly at Anna.

“Yes,” Anna answered firmly before glancing at Kristoff and clearing her throat.  All movement in the room stopped as both women stared at him expectantly.

“Oh!  Sorry!  Umm...hold on.”  Kristoff’s cheeks burned as he leaned forward and reached behind his head to pull his t-shirt off.  He quickly grabbed the blanket hanging on the back of the recliner to wrap over his shoulders.  The nurse was already over, carefully moving Nolan to him.

“He likes to hear your heartbeat,” the nurse said softly as soon as Nolan was covered with the blanket and situated.

“Hey Noley.  I missed you so much.”  It was all Kristoff could say before he was lost in the feeling of his son against him.  Kristoff started humming as his fingers ran up and down Nolan’s back.  He didn’t even know what the song was, more of a string of notes he repeated over and over.  But his mother had sung it to him when he was little and it had always stuck in his head.

Anna was watching him the whole time.  She had her elbow on the arm of the the recliner, leaning her head on her hand with a smile on her face.  She looked happy, content and for a moment Kristoff forget they were at the hospital, imaging instead being at home on sitting on the couch together where they should be.  

“He looks so tiny with you holding him,” Anna said.  “But the doctors keep saying he was a good size for his age.  He would have been a couple pounds heavier than Karoline if he had been full term.  I try to remember that."

“He’s so small.  I forget every time until I hold him.”  Kristoff broke his gaze from Nolan to look at Anna.  “So,” he started cautiously.  There wasn’t going to be a better time to bring this up, so he went for it.  “How about grabbing dinner tonight?”

Anna perked up.  “Sure!  We can go down to the cafeteria whenever you want.”

“I was thinking more along the line of picking something up and eating… at home.”  He let his words sit there before adding,  “Then maybe taking a short walk with Karoline, if you’re feeling up to it.”

Anna’s hand gripped the arm of the chair and her eyes focused on Nolan.  “I… I don’t know if that’s the best idea tonight.”

“Babe.  When was the last night you had a decent sleep?”

“I was home the other night,” Anna protested.

“And I know when you left the hospital and when dad picked you up the next morning to bring you here.  You couldn’t of had more than five hours of sleep.”

Anna was wringing her hands now.  “I don’t like to leave him alone.”

Kristoff pressed on.  “Karoline would love to spend some time with you and maybe it's good for you to take a small break every now and then.”

“I don’t need a break,” Anna snapped.  “I need for him to come home.”

“Anna-”

“And don’t try to guilt me over Karoline.  I already feel bad enough.  But I can’t be in two places at once.”

“I wasn’t trying-”

“What if something happens and I’m not here?”

The look on Anna’s face was heartbreaking.  It made Kristoff want to jump up and pull her to him.  He didn’t know what to do except try to hold her until the pain was gone.  

Nolan started to fuss.  Anna saw this and started to move, but stopped herself as she watched Kristoff stroke Nolan’s back again and kiss the top of his head.  “It’s okay Noley.  It’s okay.  Shhh.”

A cabinet closed and both Kristoff and Anna zoomed in on the nurse.  “...Sorry about that,” Anna said sheepishly.

“Don’t worry about it.  Happens all the time.  I’ll be out of here in a minute.”

“What do you think?” Kristoff took a chance asking the nurse.

“Sorry?”  The nurse turned to look at him.

“About us leaving for the night?”

“I think it's none of my business.”  She picked up a few supplies and started putting them away in various locations.  “But,” she added before going to add her notes to Nolan’s chart.  “Having a baby in the NICU can be one of the most stressful times in your life.  I imagine it feels like your life has been turned upside down.”

“That’s an understatement,” Anna half laughed.

“The studies I’ve read say it's important to focus on your own needs and the rest of your family sometimes.  It can be reading, going for a walk, taking time away from the hospital.  Anything really.  Every little thing helps.”  She put the last of her notes in and went to walk out.  “For what it's worth, I just started my shift.  I’m on for the next twelve hours.  He’ll be in good hands if you decide to go.  I know I’m your favorite, Anna, don’t even try to deny it.  I’ll pay extra attention to him while your gone.”  She smiled at Anna and walked out.

Nolan was back asleep again.  Anna was gazing at him and Kristoff intently  “You’re so good at getting him to calm down.  You were like that with Karoline.  So much better than me.  I get flustered too fast.”

“You could always get Karoline to eat when I couldn’t and make her laugh like nobody’s business when she was a baby.  I could never do that.  We both have our strengths.  I always see it as a good balance.”

Anna shrugged at his comment.  “I feel like I’m failing him, Kris.  I can’t even feed him like I should.”

“You are absolutely not.  Even if there weren’t a hundred doctors and nurses monitoring everything, you wouldn’t be.”  Silence fell between them, the noises of the machines and monitors from outside started to take over.  Kristoff decided to try one last time.  “Kiersten doesn’t have class tomorrow.  She said she’d come here early and sit with Nolan until you got back.  I don’t know if that makes you feel any different about leaving, but the offer is there.  It’s your choice.  Whatever you are comfortable doing.”

Anna only nodded, and sat back in the chair.

———

“Ah, Mr. Bjorgman.”

“Kirstoff.”

“Kristoff.  Sorry... again.  Are you getting ready to leave?”

“In a minute.  Anna is still holding him.”

“I’ll go there in a minute and help her get Nolan back in the warming bed.”

Kristoff shifted and rapped his fingers on the counter as he nodded to her.  “There was something I wanted to ask you if you don’t mind?”

“Not at all.  What’s that?”

“My sister.  She tried to bring our daughter here yesterday.”

The nurse smiled.  “She did?  I wish I was here to meet her.  I was off yesterday.”

“The thing is.  It doesn’t sound like it went so well.  They wouldn’t let her see him, which I understand if that’s the rules, but she hasn’t met her brother and I wanted to know if that would be an option at some point.”

“Nolan should be cleared for her to see.  But it does depend on what nursery he was in yesterday and the other patients that were around him.  Did she get one of the care packages?”

“...No.  From what I was told, they were sent off pretty quickly.”

The nurse was already checking the schedule and shaking her head.  “Oh that makes sense with who was here.”  She looked back up at Kristoff.  “Do you think someone could bring her around tomorrow morning?”

“I, uh...maybe?”

“If you can, the staff who are on tomorrow will be much more accomodating.”

“Okay, I’ll see what I can do. Thanks.”

“Of course!  Karoline?  That’s her name, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Perfect.  I’ll make a note of it.  It’s difficult, I know, for the siblings.  They don’t understand all that’s going on.  A lot of them feel left out and scared.  We try to ease that worry.”  The nurse stopped and scoffed.  “At least most of us do.  Bring her tomorrow and we’ll see what we can do.”

“Thanks again.”

———

Anna had a death grip on Kristoff’s hand as they walked down the hall.  He kept reminding himself to walk slower.  Anna, as well as she was improving physically and as much as said she felt better, was still just two weeks out from major surgery.  And now she was clinging to him like her life depended on it.

“Okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“We can go back if you want.”

“No!  No, I just need to keep walking.  I’ll feel better once we get outside.”  They walked down the hall, Anna’s focus on the elevator at the end.  “I hate this feeling.  I hate that I’m afraid to be gone so I can spend time with you and Karoline.  I just feel like this horrible person.”

Kristoff guided them off to a side corridor.  Before Anna could even ask what he was doing, Kristoff had her backed to the wall, his lips against against hers while he held her gently to him.  He felt her reciprocate and he tried to pour everything he could, all his love and admiration for Anna, in the kiss.

“What was that for,” Anna asked, her eyes still closed with a huge smile on her face.

“That,” Kristoff gave her one more soft kiss.  “Is to remind you how much I love you and how amazing you are and how I am absolutely in awe of you all the time.”  His large hands cupped her face.  “And even if you don’t feel it right now, you are the strongest person I ever met.”

Anna smiled up at him with tears in her eyes.  “Let’s go home.”

———

It was still early when Kristoff woke, a force of habit from getting up for game prep.  But there was a night game tonight and he had a lot more time today.  He felt something pressing against his back and rolled over to see the most beautiful site.

Karoline’s legs were sprawled across the bed, her feet next to him.  Anna had her arm around Karoline’s waist and they were both fast asleep.  Kristoff smiled fondly at the sight thinking to how they had spent their evening.  Hearing Anna and Karoline giggle despite all they were going through had made his heart so full.  But it also made him want for that moment he could look over and see all three of them together.  A vision he could see so clearly, but seemed still so far away.

“Morning Daddy,” Karoline whispered.

“Morning, Bug,” he whispered back.

“Shhh.  Don’t wake up Mommy.”

“Okay.  Are you ready to go to the hospital today?”  Karoline nodded with a big grin.  “Then let’s get breakfast and get you ready while we let Mommy sleep a little longer.”

He picked her up careful not to disturb Anna and went to go downstairs.

———

“Oh sweetie, it’s so nice to meet you!”  The nurse greeted Karoline.  “Are you ready to meet your brother today?”

Karoline was clutching onto Kristoff’s leg.  She stared at the nurse, not saying a word.  The nurse smiled and reached for something on the desk then crouched down to get to Karoline’s level.  Karoline backed up until Kristoff went down on a knee as well.  She went closer to him and looked up at Anna for approval.

“It’s okay, honey,” Anna said.

“I have something for you,” the nurse started.  “It’s from your brother and all of us that work here with the babies.  “We wanted to thank you for visiting and to tell you Nolan is very special to have a big sister like you.”  The nurse took her hand from behind her back and held out a stuffed bear dressed as a doctor.  

Karoline’s eyes lit up.  “From Nolan?”

“Yes,” Kristoff said.  “And from the nurses and doctors who help take care of him.”

Karoline inspected the bear before hugging it.  “I like him,” she said with approval.

“Are you ready to go?”  Anna asked.  Karoline nodded and took Anna’s hand.

“It’s from the local Girl Scout troop,” the nurse told them as they walked over to where Nolan was.  “One of the mom’s is a doctor at the hospital and they raise money for the bears so we can give them to the siblings.  They always are a hit.”

“I love that!”  Anna exclaimed.  “I’ll have to get the contact information so we can make a donation.”

When they got to the room, Kristoff picked up Karoline so she could see better.  Anna went over to Nolan first.  “Hi my sweet boy.  Your sister is here and she wants to meet you.”  She motioned for Kristoff to come closer.

Karoline peered over at Nolan as Kristoff lowered her to him.  She was silent for a minute, looking down at the baby.

“What do you think?” Anna asked her.

“He doesn’t have hair!” Karoline exclaimed.

It was enough to lighten the mood and both Anna and Kristoff started laughing.  Karoline showed Nolan the picture she made for him and the nurse said they would hang it up so Nolan could see it.

Karoline wasn’t able to hold Nolan yet, but she was content to sit in the recliner with Anna as she held Nolan.  Kristoff sat in the other chair watching the three most important people in his world together for the first time.

“I’m going to start spend my mornings here and evenings at home,” Anna said.  “I think it's a better balance… for all of us.” She looked down at Karoline who was still busy looking at her brother and showing him her new bear.

“I think if you’re up to it, it's a great idea.”  

“How much time until you have to leave?”

Kristoff checked his phone.  “A little longer.”

The curtain opened and one of the neonatologist walked in.  She looked between Anna and Kristoff.  “Oh, you’re both here.  Great timing.”  She walked over to look at Nolan’s chart.  “I want discuss with you the timeline for Nolan to go home.”

Kristoff caught Anna’s flash of an elated smile directed at him.  He returned it with his own grin before they both turned their attention to the doctor.

#A Major Life #Edin what did you write #Kristanna #Kristoff #Anna #Frozen #TW: premature baby #tw: hospital #if anyone is till interested in this lol #thanks for sticking with me

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Arrow 7x21 Brain Dump

Late, late review…oops! This episode was SO GOOOOOD!!!! I’ve seen a real mix of reactions for 7x21, but personally I LOVED IT!! TOMMY MERLYN guys…nuff said!! Obviously, it was painfully Olicity-light, which is criminal given our time restrictions, but when an episode was this good, I can overlook some things haha! I’m going to take it as an episode in its own right, even if we should have had it earlier in the season, again. I actually thought that this would be a short review this week as, being a bottle episode, not a lot really happens. But with Tommy back in play, a whole boatload of emotions, and my flash-forward Olicity babies being back in play, it got long as usual. Sorrynotsorry.

Oliver and TOMMY!!!!

Oh Oliver. Poor Oliver went through it this week. The episode picks up where we left off last week with Oliver in a concrete sandwich (luckily dodging all the rebar), after sister-dearest dropped a building on him. Coming to, he calls for Overwatch and John (he knows who’s important) he looks up and we hear:

“Need some help?”

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TOMMYTOMMYTOMMYTOMMYTOMMYTOMMY!!!!! Once more for the haters….TOMMY MERLYN!!!! YAAAAASSSSS!!!! In case it isn’t clear, I love me some Tommy Merlyn 😍😍 I will gladly accept any and every version of him that they can give us. Rat Poison Hallucination Tommy? Yup. Flashback Tommy? Sure. Earth 27.3 Evil Clown Tommy? Bring it! Any version, any time, anywhere, I’m there! So that is where I stand on the Tommy Merlyn debate haha! I loved how he was used in this episode. For me it didn’t feel like it had been overdone before, as I’ve seen some people say. We have actually had very little Tommy since he died. We have only had him as a ghost/hallucination for one tiny scene in 2x09 (I’m not counting the Alien dream as he didn’t even speak, and was just a really bad CGI job), since then he’s been back either in flashback, Earth X, or Human Target form, so the opportunity for a prolonged vision-Tommy, as the voice of Oliver’s morality?? Sign me the hell up!!

Colin still knows, and plays Tommy so damn well. He slips straight back into the character, and he is so like the character we knew from S1 conversationally, and in his mannerisms. How he has differentiated between the various versions we have seen over the seasons is just testament to Colin’s acting ability. Ugh, he’s fabulous.

So Oliver escapes from the rubble with help from Tommy and a trick arrow, and then a whole emotional rollercoaster ensues for a decent portion of the episode. I liked that straight off the bat, Oliver notes that he must have a concussion, he knows he’s dreaming, and he doesn’t care, he just goes along with it for the opportunity to ‘speak’ to his oldest friend again. I was living for the easy nostalgic conversations they had. They joked about the whole secret half-sister thing they now shared, with a cute little nod to Thea, Tommy’s beard 😂and a story of ‘Ollie’ hotwiring Malcolm’s car and getting grounded. This was so cute and light, given the dire circumstances.

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The conversation eventually turns round to Serious Things, and a hashing out of Oliver’s duelling feelings on Emiko, on redemption, on killing for the right or wrong reasons. Oliver’s Daddy issues manifest, and it was emotional to see just how fucked up Oliver still is by the actions of Robert and Malcolm.

Tommy warns him that he needs to break free of his and Robert’s cycle of lies and hate that he is trapped in. He has a chance of a clean slate, to keep his past from hurting his kids, but Oliver won’t listen, convinced that he must kill Emiko to keep his family safe. He eventually breaks out of the room and joins the team. Not heeding Tommy or Dig’s words of caution, he leaves the team and pursues Emiko, intent on killing her. She tells him she knows about the baby, and the rage we saw on Oliver’s face was epic!

Despite Dig catching up with him and telling him not to, Oliver takes aim and shoots Emiko in the chest, killing her. However, when Oliver turns around he sees that Diggle has an arrow in his chest, and he falls down to his death, where we see the rest of the team, also all arrowed!! Then snap!! Back to Tommy…it was all a dream.

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WRITERS, NEVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN!!! I NEVER WANT TO SEE JOHN THOMAS DIGGLE DIE!! 😭😭😭

We get back to Oliver with Tommy, with Oliver crying over Dig’s ‘death’ 😭 no baby nooo!!! Tommy tells him his vision was a “reminder of what it feels like”. Oliver replies "Of seeing my loved ones die? Of seeing my family be threatened?" His voice breaking on the family part ended me 😭😭😭

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Tommy likens these feelings to how Robert must have felt; that fear leads to vengeance then to cruelty and abandonment. And that as long as Oliver keeps giving in to his worst impulses, he will never be free of Robert’s cycle. He advises him on what he needs to do regarding Emiko.

A lot of Tommy’s words to Oliver here and throughout the episode sounded more like Felicity in their nature, from the lighter parts:

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To the more supportive words he had for Oliver: 

“Lean in to the best parts of yourself; your loyalty, your selflessness, your courage, your compassion, and show that side to Emiko. You are living proof that people can change, and you’ve got to find a way to see that in her too.” 😍

I can almost hear Felicity telling him ‘Tommy’s’ words. And this makes sense, with being a dream/hallucination and all. These are all voices in Oliver’s head; a mix of his own thoughts and the words of the two people who knew him best before (Tommy) and after (Felicity) the island. So, once more for the Tommy haters in the back…this wasn’t a conversation between ‘Tommy’ and Oliver, Oliver wasn’t asking for Tommy’s opinion; it was an internal dialogue between two conflicting desires within Oliver; it was Oliver’s conscience having a little tête-à-tête.

Oliver hears the team coming for him, and realises his time with Tommy is up. He says goodbye to his friend by telling him:

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DEADED! Sobbing.like.a.baby. This felt like a true, final goodbye. Oliver took his realisation from ‘Tommy’. He knows what he has to do to stop Emiko and keep his soul and his family safe.

Anyway the team rescue Oliver and take him back to the lair, where they learn that Emiko and co. have stolen back the bioweapon from last week and are in the middle of slaughtering the SCPD, with Emiko dressed as Oliver *le sigh*. Oliver confronts her on the roof of the SCPD (ah, the memories…), has the opportunity to kill her, but doesn’t. He tries to reach her, offers her a chance at redemption once more “help me end our family’s cycle of violence”. Instead, half-sister-supervillain tells him she is going to kill him, his family and his city, then dares him to kill her. Oliver tells her no, and she actually looks…disappointed?? Then just zooms away on a zipwire arrow…see you next week Emiko!! The team arrive on the roof, just as an SCPD helicopter arrives to apprehend them….the end!

With regards to Oliver’s stance on not killing Emiko…I am totally ok with it. I don’t think its’s character regression on his part, it’s his choice to end a cycle of violence and guilt. I wrote a little more on redemption here, but my personal take is that redemption isn’t necessary for Emiko, just the opportunity of it. Oliver could easily detain her indefinitely and help her to redeem herself, or not, that is her choice. But it is important to Oliver that he tries his hardest to give that chance to her. I hope that he sees her choice in the matter by the end, and doesn’t continue beating the proverbial dead horse. (Or, you know, that someone else just kills her, or she falls off a cliff or something 😂)

Olicity

Ok, yes, I was hoping for more this week…a hug at least! We got the concern and the love, both separately and very briefly face-to-face 😡. Much as in my perfect world all episodes would be full of Olicity moments, this week, taken as a standalone, didn’t need a lot of Olicity in order to be a good episode. It was a great episode…on it’s own, in a vacuum. But it’s the penultimate Olicity episode ever. I would have liked more focus, that’s all.

Anyway, here’s the pretty:

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Bonus: Cheeky bum grab 👀😏

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Felicity

Felicity wasn’t the primary focus of the episode, this was definitely an Oliver episode, but given her dual storylines in the present and the FFs, we still got a lot of her on our screens. My gripe is that this would have been fine in any other episode, but this was her penultimate show!! But it is what it is…onwards and upwards and all that!

We first see her, back at Smoak Tech HQ, where Alena tells her that the SCPD are there with a warrant. All Felicity wants is some tech to help her locate Oliver (said tech is being manhandled by ‘Lieutenant Butterfingers’ LOVE HER 😂😂), but Sergeant Bingsley (ugh) has other ideas. Emiko has sent them the footage of Roy killing the guards, and they also linked the Ninth Circle bomb to Archer, and Archer back to Smoak Tech, and he is there to arrest Felicity…RUDE!!! Felicity and Alena escape, by taking out all the officers with a supercharged Canary Cry-esque burst from Felicity’s security system. YAAAASSSS GIRL!! 👑👑👑

I liked the focus on Alena and Felicity’s friendship in this episode; meant to mirror the ‘reveal’ in the FFs, and set up Felicity’s leaving, no doubt. Alena tells her that of course she will help her “I’m not letting you do this alone”, and they head to the bunker to find Oliver and the team. (Side thought: if the team are now working for the SCPD, why don’t they SCPD know where the lair is? Why don’t they go there to arrest Felicity/Roy/anyone else? Huh.) Felicity gets in touch with the team, but not Oliver, and helps to guide them through the building. Classic Overwatch. I loved how Alena was all of us when she asks Felicity how she breathes when she does this!

Then we see Emiko show up at the lair. Change. the. locks. people! 

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NOOOOOOO!!!! Save baby Mia!! But now Emiko knows agggghhhhhh!!!!! I loved Felicity’s attempt at reasoning with her; her baby is innocent, just as Emiko was, and it seemed to work, as Emiko left them unharmed. This was really a reality check moment for Felicity, of the direct danger that her baby would/could be put in if they continue this lifestyle as it is for much longer. I think Felicity is just so naturally positive, and has such faith in her own abilities, and in Oliver, that she had honestly believed that they would all be ok up until now.

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Felicity’s reality, her feelings, (and her hormones) all come crashing upon her at once, as she compares her situation to her own childhood experiences. And where she had always hoped that things would be different when she had her own children. Her whole speech about her comparing her childhood with her dreams for her own children, and her doubting her parenting ability was just heart-breaking:  

“Growing up my parents made my life miserable, and I promised myself I would do better when I became a parent...I imagined this life and this is not it. Somehow I have done something worse...I can’t even keep my children safe.” 😭😭😭

NOOO!!! I just wanted to give her a hug! This leads into Alena suggesting that there’s ‘another way’ for Felicity. She tells Felicity that she can go off the grid, run the company remotely, but raise her family with Oliver in private, away from the SCPD and all the ungrateful fucks in Star City (I may have paraphrased slightly there!). This seed planted here is likely going to be how we see Felicity written out in the finale next week 😭

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Team Arrow

Roy Freaking Harper. The man. The legend. Love him. He’s the hero Team Arrow has deserved, and has been missing. NTA could never. And it was never more apparent than in this episode. After the blast, Felicity gets in touch with them and updates them with the SCPD developments. 

As the generator kicks back in, they realise that the blast bringing the building down blew out a gas line and the whole of the lower level is filled with a toxic and flammable gas. Gas + generator = BOOM (hmmm this plot sound very familiar). Unfortunately the generator is on that same lower level, and needs turning off in order to save them all from going up in flames.  So on one side we have Rene crying over his rep, Dinah bitching about losing her job and saying that Roy should give himself up to save the rest of the team. Then we have Roy, who just parkours straight into the toxic gas, sacrificing himself to turn off the generator and save the team. Eat it NTA. And they did! The overreaction by Rene, and especially Dinah, who sinks to the ground like the love of her life has just been killed (again 😬) is just ridiculous! Roy, being the badass parkour ninja bunny that he is, manages to jump back up and out of the gas. Yay Roy! Next thing, Dinah’s guilt clearly kicks in and she’s giving a still remorseful Roy a pep talk, telling him how the world and the team needs a hero like him. What the actual fuck Dinah? MAKE UP YOUR DAMN MIND! This woman could win the world yo-yo championships. Her weekly, or hourly, flip-flopping from one completely different viewpoint to another is tedious, exhausting and whiplash inducing. Go away. I beg of you. This pep-talk should have come from Dig. He’s Uncle Dig, pep-talks are his jam. And he would actually believe and stand by his words. Instead, Dig was sidelined again for more ridiculous bird action, because comics.

Roy’s guilt and apparent suicidal tendencies over the pit-rage-fuelled killings last week, combined with Dinah’s “dying is the coward’s way out, every day that you stay alive you try to redeem yourself” can only be leading to his exile on Lian Yu, surely? That will be where he seeks his redemption. But 20 years?? Man, I think he might have some more pit-mishaps coming up first!

FFs

My boy William is back!!! YAY!!! We got some overdue future family Clayton-Smoak-Queen feels this week. First off, just look at these little Olicity babies…those expressions!!!! 😍

Felicity says that in order to stop the Archer-powered Army, they need to take Archer down for good. William tries to help, with a ‘quick and dirty virus’, but Felicity denies him, insisting that he keeps safe. He rebuts with another plan to take Archer down by hacking Slimy Galaxy One Dude in proximity, employing a little flirty-flirt…Season 1 Felicity reference FTW!!!! Felicity again tells him no, that she wants him safe. This leads to him blowing up at being excluded, just like when he was a kid, and his anger at being left behind come up. Felicity apologises for not coming back for him, and tells him they just wanted him safe, and to have a normal life, but she is interrupted by a hacking emergency and Will walks off. This leads to him opening up to Mia about his feelings of abandonment, and this was another chance for us to see Mia’s softer, empathetic side, especially in her defence of Felicity. She reminds him that Felicity was still watching over him, that she backed his company and helped him to succeed, to which William replies “I didn’t need her money, Mia, I needed a mother” 😭😭 I just want to hug him!! Mia tells him that the only way to come to terms with it, and to find out their real reasons for ‘abandoning’ him is to confront her head on. This never gets to happen in the episode, but this conversation must surely mean that this will happen next week? And I’m guessing her answer will come with a surprise of some sort (hopefully of the Oliver-variety!!).

Will decides to ignore Felicity, and goes to hack Archer directly from Slimy Guy, who is still as cringe-inducing as ever. Not nearly as cringeworthy, however, as Rene’s terrible hair, as he is brought out as the man who ‘inspired’ the Zeta project?? Ugh, ratty rats must be killed. Squeak squeak Rene! Slimeball gets an alert and leaves them, only to return moments later with a gaggle of Zeta soldiers. They have detected William’s DNA, and Slimer announces that he knows who William really is, with “Such a pleasure to finally meet the son of Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak”!!!!! I adore hearing him be called both of theirs son soooo much!!

Meanwhile, back in the lair, we meet the “mad scientist that converted Archer into Frankenstein’s monster” (Felicity’s words haha), who turns out to be non-other than…Alena! Ok, so not the biggest reveal ever, but I still loved the scene. Felicity summoned her to help destroy Archer by freezing her bank accounts and passport (still got it!), and we get to see angry protective Mia confronting her, while Alena looks at her, rather softly, and laments:

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She then goes on to apologise to Dinah for what happened to her Canaries. And she means it. She explains how she came to releasing Archer to Galaxy One. I liked here how they didn’t go with her being an outright evil mastermind...she tried to license out the program, then was subject to a hostile takeover, and had her loved ones threatened by Slimey Dude Kevin Dale. A shared look between them implied that maybe her 'loved ones' possibly included Felicity? Or maybe just that she was hoping Felicity would empathise with that choice? We never get to know, because the lair is suddenly swarmed with Zetas, as the remaining team (minus Connor and Zoe) are apprehended by Galaxy One. 

To be continued…

Bonus:

William: *hacks*, Felicity: *that’s mine*, Mia: *who can I punch?*

So yes, exciting times in both timelines!! ONE EPISODE LEFT GUYS!!! HOW ARE WE GOING TO MAKE IT?!?! 😬😬😬

Thank you as always to the fabulous gif makers, you beautiful people! 😍😍 (The uncredited, poor quality gifs are mine haha!)

#Arrow #Arrow 7x21 #Arrow Season 7 #Oliver Queen #Olicity #beccie's brain

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Glass Pt. 2

Here’s another CEO!Cal. It’s the same characters as the other one but a different scenario. I might have taken it too far, but i enjoyed writing it soo, sorry not sorry.

Part 1

Summary: You and Cal go to a dinner with friends and have sex in their bathroom.

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Warnings: None

Monday. It’s already Monday. Calum thought as he rolled on the bed, his arm landing on the side of the bed that belonged to you. He groaned as he felt the cold empty spot and sat up, grabbing his phone from the nightstand. Looking at the picture of you as his screensaver, he smiled and reminded himself that it was only two days till you got back from your trip.

A month had been too much for him to be away from you, and it warmed your heart when he would randomly send texts reminding you how much he missed you and loved you, in his own way of course. Those actual words would never come out of his mouth, but he expressed it nonetheless.

The alarm clock went off as he had the phone his hand, so he got out of bed and got himself ready for the day. With you getting everything settled to open the sister firm in New York, work was slow. Calum took his time as he walked from the office to the coffee shop across the street. It was a cloudy morning, which wasn’t new for Seattle, but the wind was chilly and it left his cheeks and nose red.

A petite girl took his order, handing him the hot cup of espresso a minute after. He made his way back into the office, only to be met with a blonde man he hadn’t seen in a long time.

“Hey!” Luke smiled widely at the sight of his best friend “Haven’t seen you in so long, bro.” He wrapped Calum in one of those manly hugs, slapping his back a couple times.

“I know, mate. It’s been forever.” Calum replied, eyeing the girl that stood beside Luke “And who might this pretty girl be?” Said girl gave Calum a shy smile as Luke wrapped her hand in his.

“This is .Nora, my soon-to-be wife.” he smiled proudly as he introduced them. “Nora this is Calum, Calum this is Nora.” They shook hands and smiled.

“So this is the girl who won your heart over and is now going to make an honest man out of you?” Cal was smirking, he knew that Luke wasn’t fond of comments like that, but it came with being friends with Calum.

“Yes. That’s what we came for actually”

“Oh?”

“So Nora’s mom wants to have the engagement party on Wednesday, we're having a dinner at my place. Wanted you and Y/N to be there.” Luke handed Calum the piece of paper that held the details of the event.

“Y/N is in New York and will be back that morning, so I'll see if she's up for it and we’ll be there.” The friends smiled at each other and talked for a couple more minutes until Jess came and took Calum away to a meeting.

Tuesday. Tuesday. Tomorrow is the day. You thought to yourself for the umpteenth time today. The thought of being so in love made you sick at some point in your life, but now with Calum all the way on the other side of the country, it was hard not to miss him. You two practically spent every waking moment together, but neither of you ever complained. Sure, there was the occasional argument but that didn’t stop you from loving each other the way you did.

You smiled to yourself in the middle of the meeting you were in. It wasn’t too important, so you were drifting off every chance you got, the occasional hum in agreement being thrown in the mix. The papers had already been signed and everything was in order, but these phone conferences had to be held just to inform everyone else, and how to make marketing better for both firms. It had been fairly easy, so getting home to give Cal good news would be a reason to celebrate.

The screen on your phone lit up, notifying you of a text.

Cal: Mornings are hard without your pretty lips wrapped around my cock, angel

Y/N: Your hands not been enough?

You smirked and had to hold back a laugh, starting something that was definitely going to get you in trouble when you arrived home.

Cal: My hand is nowhere near as good as those lips and tongue of yours. I bet you miss me fucking you, don't you pretty girl?

Y/N: I’ve been okay with my own hands. But i wish you had been there watching me, daddy

The bubble that signaled he was typing appeared for a second before disappearing again, making you smile widely again.

Cal: Don’t tease, princess. You know what happens when you tease me

Y/N: But its so fun teasing you baby

Cal: Just wait until you’re home, pet. By the way, Luke invited us over to his engagement party tomorrow night.

Y/N: Who has an engagement party in the middle of the week? And who is he marrying anyway??

Cal: Dunno, but he’s my best friend so we’re going. Buy yourself something pretty. Gotta get to the office, take care.

Y/N: Love you too :)

A cough brought you back to reality, and everyone stared at you as Michael, your colleague, nudged your arm.

“They were asking about the project in Italy that Mr. Hood and Mr. Hemmings started last year and what progress it has made.” He said, eyeing you to make sure that you remembered the topic.

“Oh, yes...” You smiled at everyone around the conference table and started discussing the said project.

Wednesday. Today is the day. Calum was anxious to see you. And as were you to see him. It had been a build-up of emotions the whole month you had been away, and now just hours away, you felt like a giddy secondary school girl who was going on her first date.

He sat in his office, working away on editing some drafts that you had sent him while in New York when Jess called him.

“What!?” He yelled into the speaker.

“T-the car i-is here s-sir.” Jess stuttered as always, startled by his yelling.

“I told Y/N I wasn't going to pick her up. What is there a car for here?”

“I thought you were going to go pick her up. Y-you asked me to have Fred come get you before going for her.”

“I’m not going. Tell him to go get her now, she should be landing soon.” He answered, his full attention on the floor plan in front of him.

“O-Okay.”

The phone cut off and Calum returned to his work, only to be interrupted by thoughts of having you bent over his desk like he had done before you had left. He groaned as he slouched on his chair and looked out the floor-to-ceiling windows that were in his office, imagining you with your bare back pressed against the glass as he fucked you, making you scream his name. As the dirty thoughts continued, he smirked and an idea came to mind to punish you for your ‘teasing’ of the day before.

Calum was already getting dressed when you walked into the bedroom, he was wearing a black suit with a white button up. The shirt had the top button undone, leaving some of his chest exposed.

“Hi.” You said with a smile, walking up to him and hugging him from behind. He turned around in a quick motion and wrapped you up in a hug, lifting your feet off the floor.

“Princess.” Was all he said, putting you down and attaching his lips to yours. After a minute or two of kissing, he pulled away and moved to the closet to get something.

“I have something for you.” He came back with a box from Agent Provocateur. Your eyes went wide as he opened it, letting you pull out the contents. It was a white lingerie set. The bra had lace all around the cups and through the straps, and the bottoms were all lace, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Cal, this is beautiful.” You kissed his lips as he smirked.

“Go on pretty girl, put it on.” He said, walking out of the bedroom. If he stayed, there was no way you two would make it to Luke’s party.

After a quick shower, you put on the undergarments and stood there, admiring the way they fit so perfectly when Calum walked in with a small box in his hands.

“So beautiful and perfect as always, angel.” You could see his smirk from the mirror, making you wonder what he was up to.

“What’s in the box?” You asked, your curiosity getting the best of you as you turned around to face him.

“Well you see pet, you have done some things that require punishing, and we haven't brought these out in a while.”  He pulled out two shiny metal balls that were attached to each other with a plastic holder.

“Not tonight, please.” You gulped as he set the box down on the dresser, moving closer to you “We know that it's not going to end well.”

“You think I am going to be able to keep my hands off of you all night? If I have to suffer a dinner with a boner the whole time, then I might as well have some fun.” He smirked and trapped you with his body, making your back hit the cold wall.

You two had used the luna beads on two separate occasions, and both of those had resulted in you using the safeword and Calum feeling bad because the safeword was rarely used in your sexual encounters.

He took his time by kissing and caressing your body before inserting the balls, making you gasp and moan at the cold and odd feeling. After getting dressed and fully ready, the two of you made your way to the car and drove to Luke’s house.

“This house is new, isnt it?” You asked, admiring the way it fit perfectly in the forest, the wood and glass that it was built with complementing the greens of the trees surrounding it.

“No, this is his first house. I designed and built this one for him with Ash. The one he has in the city is just for show.”

“It’s beautiful, Cal. You four really are the true dream team.” You said, smiling at him. He turned you around and placed his hands on your hips, his fingers digging into the exposed skin. It raised goosebumps all over your body, the feeling of it aroused you more, a moan escaping your lips.

“I see the beads are working their magic.” The smirk never leaving his lips. He squeezed again, and slid one of his hands to your ass, smacking it lightly. That was more than enough to make you have a orgasm right in the middle of Luke’s front yard, but you stopped yourself and continued walking with Calum on tow.

“Asshole.” Was the only thing you could muster up, turning back to glare at him as he chuckled.

“I still don’t understand why you decided to wear this thing.” He groaned and pulled at the material of your white jumpsuit as you waited for the door to be opened.

“It was either this or that stupid dress you bought for me.”

“But the dress would’ve been hotter.” He pouted, making puppy eyes at you.

“It wasn’t even a full dress, I don’t understand why you even bought it.” You rang the doorbell again, anxious to be away from him for a little while. He kept his hands on your body, whether on your hips or arms, but every touch set your skin on fire 

“We’ll find use for it someday.” He mused as he stood behind you, his hands back on your hips and tracing circles. He pressed himself harder against you, making you feel how hard he was. Luke was taking forever to open the door, so Calum took the opportunity to nibble on the skin of your neck, a low moan falling from your lips.

“You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now, right here.” His hot breath hit your neck and that was enough to make you want to go back to the car and have him right there and then.

As you were about to fall back and support yourself on his chest, a beaming Liz opened the door.

“Calum, Y/N! You made it, come on in!”

You groaned as Cal moved to your side and grabbed your hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours. He laughed lightly and led you through the foyer and into the living space.

The house was as beautiful inside as it was outside. You stood with Calum’s hand in yours as he let you admire his, Ashton’s and Michael’s work. It had beautifully designed high ceilings. The log cabin look mixed with contemporary glass and open concept gave it a homey yet fancy look and feel.

“Cal, this is amazing. How long ago did you guys build this?” You asked, smiling at your boyfriend who had a smug smile on his face.

“About 8 years ago. We had just graduated and gotten our licenses, Luke and his dad wanted to see if it was worth investing in helping us start up.”

“Even though those three are so annoying and rude sometimes, I’m very glad they’re your best friends.” You smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek, your heels helping you with the height difference. He hugged you and took the opportunity that no one was watching to smack your ass again, sending a wave of pleasure through your body. You felt all the blood rush to your core and your cheeks turned a deep red. He let go of you to get a drink and you took the opportunity to walk away from him. But walking wasn’t helping. The beads weren’t uncomfortable, but it also wasn’t something that you were used to. Every movement you made or even sitting down made you whimper. You made it to were Crystal and Laura were talking to Nora.

“Hey Y/N, I don’t think you’ve met Nora yet, have you?” Crystal asked after she and Laura gave you a hug and said hi.

“No, Luke mentioned you a couple times but Cal and I hadn’t met you officially.” You smiled and offered your hand for a handshake with a smile. She returned the smile and all four of you started a conversation about wedding details and whatnot.

After mingling for what seemed like hours, Liz finally said that dinner was ready and everyone made their way towards the backyard. You couldn’t stop admiring how beautiful the place was, and Cal made a mental note to ask you about redecorating and remodeling your own home. But he never stopped thinking about you with no clothes on, your legs spread out under him writhing in pleasure. He knew that the longer this was prolonged, he wouldn’t last long, so that was one of the reasons for the beads.

Dinner had been served and everyone stayed in their seats as Nora and Luke both spoke, telling everyone that they were in love and had been engaged for a while before telling anyone. Calum kept his hand on your thigh, tracing patterns or just resting, a squeeze here and there. You were a mess at this point, the beads had been inside for far too long, and you needed release but if Calum found out you came without watching he’d be more upset.

The food was picked up and everyone gathered around to mingle some more, cups of alcohol in everyone’s hand. After a couple drinks and a sudden wave of confidence, you made your way to were Calum stood with Ashton, Michael and Luke. They were talking to other men in suits, and you assumed it was about business, but you needed him to fuck you right there and then, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“...actually Y/N just came back from New York. Jordan will be taking care of that firm while Luke and I go to Italy to finish the resort.” Calum spoke as he stood by the men, a beer in hand. They way he stood with such confidence and a smug smile made you more turned on than you already were.

“Speaking of which, here she is.” He said, taking your hand and pulling you towards him. You smiled and shook hands with all the men and explained everything that went on while on the trip. Meanwhile Calum’s hand rested on the small of your back. The coldness of his rings could be felt through the thin material of your jumpsuit.

Ashton began talking about a project he had gotten in the last month, and you took the opportunity to get Cal’s attention.

“I need you to take these out. Now. I need you to fuck me before I come just from these beads and your hands on my back.” You whispered in his ear and he squeezed your hips again, the pressure increasing between your legs. He cursed under his breath and excused himself from the conversation, dragging you with him. The both of you rushed back inside the house and up the stairs into a bathroom.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You groaned as he shut the door and locked it.

“What?”

“Do any of you know what privacy is or how it works?” You pointed towards the camera in the corner of the bathroom and the glass wall. It looked out into the forest, the moon and the fairy lights lighting the bathroom.

“I’ll tell him to delete the security footage before he watches it.” Cal was already behind you, trailing kisses down your shoulders and on the back of your neck as his hands worked in unzipping your attire.

“If they look up, they can see us.” You moaned as he pulled the top of the jumpsuit down, his hands on your stomach and his rings digging into your skin.

“But I thought this was your favorite thing, angel. I thought you liked being watched.” His lips sucked on the crook of your neck, leaving a mark you were sure wasn’t gonna be covered by the straps.

When he slipped the jumpsuit passed your waist and down your legs, you forgot that there was people downstairs and that maybe, just maybe, Luke wouldn’t delete the recording and you’d be screwed. But the moment Calum’s hand reached between your legs to spread them apart, everything but him was truly forgotten. He turned you around so your back was pressed against the glass and you were facing him. He knelt down and pulled the white thong down, revealing the string that would help the beads come out. His hands found themselves on your thighs as he trailed kisses from your knees to your thighs.

“You need to stay still or I’m leaving those in there.” He chuckled as you huffed and leaned your head against the glass, staying as still as possible while he continued his trail of kisses to your core. His tongue found your clit and you let out a loud moan, not caring about who heard.

“What did I say?” He looked up at you again, his eyes full of lust and desire. You noticed that his pants had been on too tight all night long, and couldn’t wait to have him inside of you.

“You said to stay still, not quiet.” You smirked.

“Smartass. Now shut up and stay still.” He brought his lips back to your clit and you made the best effort to muffle your moans as your hands buried themselves in his hair. Without warning, your first orgasm hit you. You clenched around the beads and pulled on his hair as you cursed and whispered his name multiple times.

He got up from his spot and gave you a few minutes to recover. His belt hit the floor and you pulled him towards you after he pulled the beads out and jumped up to wrap your legs around his waist, being careful with the jacket of his suit and his shirt.

“I missed you.” He said as he thrusted slow and deep, his hands on the glass while your back was pressed to it and your arms and legs around his body held you up. After a few minutes, you felt the pleasure built in the pit of your stomach again, and clenched around him.

“‘S okay, baby. Come for daddy.” His words were enough to bring you to your high a second time.

He kept his movements fast and rough after that. You whimpered and whined, the overstimulation hitting all at once, and when he brought his hand to your clit, you wondered if he was close.

“You know you can tell me if it’s too much, right babe?” He asked between groans.

“Keep going, I want you to come inside of me.” He moved his fingers faster on your clit and his thrusts became sloppy, so when you felt that you couldn’t hold it anymore, the third orgasm hit you hard and you felt calum come inside of you at the same time.

Your arms and legs went limp as you rested your forehead on his shoulder, making sure that your makeup wouldn’t stain his black suit. He pulled out of you and you whimpered. He held you up and sat you down on the chair in front of the vanity as he cleaned himself up quickly and pulled his pants back up.

He grabbed a towel from the closet and sat beside you, wiping his cum from between your legs. You smiled sheepishly as he handed you your underwear and helped you put it on. The whole time you both got dressed it was silent. He smiled and he looked content as he zipped your jumpsuit back on, kissing your bare shoulder.

“Sorry, baby.” He said as he pointed at the mark on your shoulder. You were standing in front of the mirror as he stood behind you.

“‘S okay.” You answered and turned around to face him. He grabbed your face in his hands and kissed your cheek before you both went back down to the party. Some people had already left, and there was only close friends and family left, so it seemed fitting that you stayed a little longer. The guys were sitting in the fire pit with their significant others. You joined them and sat next to Luke, Calum whispering to him about the tapes. He looked at you and wiggled his eyebrows while smirking.

“He’s gonna delete them. But he’s never gonna forget that we fucked in his house.” Calum said while his cheeks turned a bright red and his friends laughed about something else, but he knew that somehow Luke has suspected you both were up there and said something. It didn’t phase you though, as it had been all you wanted as a welcome home.

I hope you all like this. CEO!Cal is my baby and I wnjoyed writting this so much. PLease let me kno if you liked it. or didnt. 

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[rahullkohli]

pairings: dean/cas word count: 2,010 tags: fluff fluff and fluff notes: i meant to do a 24 days of christmas thing, but december kicked me in the teeth, so instead i’ll just do small destiel stuff here and there throughout the month. they will all be in this tag

”Now, that is extremely inaccurate,” Cas exclaimed with lines filling his forehead. With a small sigh Dean pressed the button on the computer, pausing the movie. ”What is?” He asked and took a mouthful of beer. Every time this happened whenever they were watching a movie it called for alcohol.

”An angel doesn't get his wings just because a human rings a bell. We are created with wings,” Cas explained, and turned slightly to look at Dean where he was faced with an amused smile. ”What?” He asked. ”Do I have something on my face?” A small laugh fell from Dean's mouth with a shake of his head. ”No. But come on, man. That's not the point of the movie. You gotta... You gotta learn to separate things. It's not like they had angel consultants. People make up stupid shit for entertainment value.”

It happened from time to time. They would watch a movie, and Cas would point out mistakes. Whether it be something biblical or historical. Once he even corrected the narrator of a dinosaur program and Sam ate it all up. Dean found it both annoying and endearing.

”So what you are saying is that I should not pay attention to detail when we watch films?”

Dean chewed on that for a bit, let it sink in, and searched for a way to phrase what was on his mind. ”No, just... remember that it's just a movie. Like... when I watch a movie about vampires I know that ain't how they're really killed. You know, stake to the heart and all. But I don't let it ruin a good flick for me.”

Cas bit his lower lip and nodded quietly as he looked back to the screen where the Hollywood-angel in black and white was sitting with a pondering gaze. ”I can do that. I can do that, yes.”

Dean pressed the button and let the movie roll again as he clincked his bottle against Cas'.

To Dean, Christmas was definitely the most horrible time of the year. It came with a lot of baggage for him, and even though they had found a home in the bunker, it still didn't feel quite right to celebrate when childhood memories showed their ugly face, and with all the crap going on in the world. So this year Sam had taken a trip to Chicago to see old Stanford friends for the holidays, which was a welcome surprise for Dean who had already planned for beer and movies and nothing else. The fact that Cas was there to share it with him... Well, that definitely made it all way better.

The rest of the movie went by in silence, save for a few laughs here and there. Right up until the end of the movie where that line made its reprise. ”Look, Daddy. Teacher says, every time a bell rings an angel gets his wings,” little Zuzu beamed proudly, and Dean half expected Cas to come with another confused remark. But he didn't. He kept quiet, all through the roll of the credits.

They helped each other clean up and got ready for bed as usual. It had gotten late, and they had run out of drinks, so there wasn't much else to do than hit the sheets. Choosing to watch A Wonderful Life with Cas wasn't something Dean had done with the whole angel theme in mind. It was a classic, and he wanted to share a bit of the human experience with Cas. There was a lot he had missed, and how could Dean not let him have a little slice of the good things. They faced more than enough of the crap on a regular day.

They went about their business and soon found the warmth underneath the sheets with the dark of the room surrounding them. It was real nice, Dean always thought, how Cas would stay in bed with him even though he didn't need sleep himself. It was a good way to chase away bad dreams, Dean had found, to have Cas there with him. Close enough to feel and touch, to seek refuge with when the terrors crept into his head and filled him with adrenaline and fear. Cas was always there. To make him feel safe.

”Do you ever miss it?” Dean suddenly asked, not sure where he was going with it, but the question had been fiddling around the back of his head for a long time, maybe even years, and for some reason it felt like he was gonna choke on it if he didn't get it out.

With a small huff Cas turned around, meeting Dean's eyes through the dark. ”I thought you were asleep by now... Miss what?” He wondered, voice gruff with unuse. ”Just... Heaven. The other... Other angels, y'know.” Now that the words were out of his mouth he was a little scared. What if Cas said yes? It wouldn't be right for Dean to do anything but tell him to go back, then. If Cas really missed it, it would be selfish of Dean to keep a hold of him on Earth.

But there was no way in hell Dean could go through the rest of his life without Cas there.

”I don't get... Why are you asking me this all of a sudden?” Cas stared at Dean, eyes flickering and brows narrowing. ”I just – You know what? Never mind, okay? It was just a dumb thought,” Dean mumbled and squeezed Cas' arm gently, his thumb brushing over soft skin.

The room fell silent again, and Dean watched Cas for a while. He could see that a billion thoughts were flying around in his mind, and he didn't want to press him about it. It was a big subject, and not one that was usually brought up. Talk of angels and Heaven was rare – not just between Dean and Cas, but in general. It appeared that Cas wished to not speak of it, so nobody else did. It only ever resurfaced whenever they were working a case where it was pertinent, all other times Cas might as well have been a regular human there to live and die like the rest of them.

Dean had just returned to closing his eyes, ready to get some sleep, when Cas spoke again. His words were soft, and he almost seemed ashamed which broke Dean's heart. ”I do. But I don't,” he said. Dean kept his eyes closed, feeling like it might be easier for Cas to get the words out if there was no eye contact. Or maybe he was simply to scared to see it for himself.

”I mean... They were my brothers and sisters. It's my home. For ages. I have seen worlds created and destroyed with them by my side. I have fought and killed to protect them and our home. For eons the angels were the only ones I saw, and I had never been apart from them for more than days before I met you.”

The word pierced like needles in Dean's ears. Home. What he himself had longed for. For a lifetime before they found the bunker. And even that felt like it was missing something from time to time, in order for it to be a real home. Cas had left that behind to be on Earth with him.

”I'm sorry, man,” Dean said quietly. ”I don't think I've ever said it out loud. I guess I kinda just hoped that you knew, but... I'm sorry. I never wanted to take you away from your home. Your family. I can't even imagine –” He broke off, taking a moment to breathe. ”The times Sam and I have been apart for more than a couple weeks has always been wrecking. Not knowing how he was doing, or if he was even still breathing. It's scary. And the angels these days... They're falling like flies.”

”Dean,” Cas cut him off firmly, grabbing his wrist. ”Let me finish.” Their eyes met each other, and Dean gave a nod. They were so close, the beds of the bunker ridiculously small, and Dean could feel the moist warmth of Cas' breath on his skin, and the rising and falling of his chest when he breathed. He always found it strange how these so very human functions still were there even though Cas wasn't technically a living organism with need for it the way he did himself. But it always felt good when they were lying in bed, and Dean could use Cas' breathe as a way of calming himself. That was a part of what made the bunker home for him.

”What I mean is... I miss it. What it was. Before the wars, before God left us and the worst we had to worry about was humans losing faith in us, or using their faith as an excuse to do bad things in our father's name.” His fingers had started to dance up and down Dean's arm, tickling on skin that made his hair stand on ends and a rizzle run down his spine.

”But that's not how it is anymore. It hasn't been that for a long time. It was good for me. I was content. But I was also someone else than I am today. I had no thoughts that were bred of my own mind, nor any wishes or curiosity. I was a soldier in line with the rest of them. It was good because it was all I had ever known.”

A smile curled at the corners of his lips, and Dean couldn't help but return it. The knot that had been sitting in the back of his throat had started to desolve, and his chest was no longer heavy as it had been minutes before.

”Before I met you and Sam my existence wasn't my own. But now I've got a life. I am fighting because I believe that the war we are battling is for something good. I let myself be entertained by popular culture like movies and music, and you showed me that it can be enriching. Even when it doesn't make complete sense.”

Dean chuckled, the smile on his face now wide and open. As much as Cas never spoke of Heaven, he also didn't talk about how he was adjusting to Earth in this way. It was mostly a random remark every now and again, or Dean would pick up on small signs, like if Cas made a pop culture reference, or he turned up the volume when a song came on the radio.

”And you,” Cas continued. ”Not just my time on Earth with you and Sam. But my time with you. Alone. I can actually feel what humans sing about, and – at first I didn't understand when people talked about having butterflies. It made no sense for people to have insects in their organs. But the fluttering feeling when I'm with you... I get it now. It makes me feel like swarms are flying around inside of me.”

Now Dean was full on laughing, cheeks warm and his heart popping and dancing in his chest. If this wasn't what life was supposed to be, he didn't even want the real thing. ”Babe, that is some sappy ass shit,” he grinned and ran hand down the back of Cas' head. ”I turned you all soft and gooey,” he chuckled and leaned closer to press his mouth against Cas', letting it linger for a while.

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[pearsonstickseason]

surprise

This wasn’t requested, but I got the idea for it watching a video from the Q&A where he calls the little girl ‘little princess’. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! And remember, feedback is always appreciated! — word count: 1,566 — warnings: none You stand in the hallway, your daughter next to you with her arms wrapped around your legs. You and your daughter haven’t been able to see Shawn in quite a while since he is on tour, but it’s her birthday and Shawn’s is coming up soon, so you decided to fly out to see him and spend the next week and a half with him since he couldn’t schedule around their birthdays. As you stand there, waiting for the last person to walk into the Q&A, Matt walks towards you a smile full of admiration on his face as he looks at your daughter. He gives her a small wave as he finally reaches your side. “Hey, (Y/n). The last few people are about to meet with Shawn and then you can head on in.” “All right. Cool.” You reply, running your fingers through your daughter’s wavy brown locks. “How have you guys been? It’s been a while since you’ve been able to make it out to a show.” He asks. “Yeah…” You frown, “We’ve been good, we just haven’t been able to work it out where we can make it, but with their birthdays, I made sure we could.” You smile down at your daughter. “It’s crazy their birthdays are so close together. Four days is all that separates them, right?” You nod, “Yup. That’s all.” “Crazy.” “It really is. It’s hectic.” You sigh. “I bet.” Matt says as he leans against the wall. “Hey, Matt! Is everyone settled in the Q&A room?” You hear Shawn shout as he makes his way down the hall. You exchange worried glances before Matt gently pushes you into the room after you pick up your daughter. You quickly make your way to the back, trying to get everyone to stay silent as you do so. “Hi guys. How are you?” You ask quietly as you make your way through the sea of people. You get settled just in time for Shawn to walk in. Thankfully, he doesn’t notice you all the way in the back corner. As soon as your little girl sees Shawn she starts reaching toward him. “Shh…not yet, baby.” You whisper into her hair. She eventually settles down and rests her head on your shoulder as she looks ahead at Shawn. Shawn gets asked a couple of questions about you and your daughter. Like always, his answers make your heart flutter and a smile find it’s way onto your lips. You sit quietly as you listen to the questions and Shawn’s answers, rubbing your daughter’s back gently. “What was your daughter’s first word?” You heard a fan ask. “I’d like to say it was ‘dada’.” He starts. “But, you know you’d be lying because it was actually ‘mama’.” You say as you stand up with your daughter. Shawn looks at you with a huge smile on his face and he moves through the crowd to get to you. Your daughter immediately reaches for him and Shawn takes her, placing a kiss on the top of her head before giving you a quick kiss as the fans in the room ‘awe’ all around you. He takes your hand and leads you to the front of the room, sitting back in his original place before pulling you to sit next to him. “Oh my god. Wow…I can’t believe you’re here.” He whispers as he pulls you close. You laugh and lean against him. “We had to make it out for your birthdays.” You say as you wrap an arm around him. He places your daughter in his lap, an arm still around you and his fingertips gently trailing up and down your sides. You look out at all the fans and they’re all staring at your daughter, giving her smiles and waves. “Okay, little princess, do you want to pick someone for daddy?” He asks looking down at her. She nods and looks out at all of the people before looking back at Shawn. “Pick someone.” He points out to the crowd as he looks at her. She points to someone up front and they immediately get excited. “Hi honey, what your question?” Shawn asks. “What’s the best and worst thing about your career? Also, I have a letter for you and your daughter is adorable!” They respond. You and Shawn both give a laugh before he thanks them. You get up and go get the letter from the fan before taking it back to Shawn. He now has both arms around your daughter’s tiny torso and he absentmindedly rocks her. “Well, I think that the best part is getting to meet you guys and talk to you, the whole show experience actually. It’s such a personal and intimate experience between us and it’s always so beautiful. The energy is always amazing. The worst part would be having to be away from (Y/n) and Amelia, or little princess as I call her, for such long periods at a time while I’m touring. It’s very hard having to watch your own child grow up through a screen or pictures, ya know?” He answers. Once Shawn answers the last question, you stop him before it’s time to leave. “Wait, Amelia wants to show them what she learned.” You say and take your daughter, “What’s your name and how old are you today?” You ask, looking down at her. A huge grin takes place on her face before she answers you excitedly, “Amewia! I’m four!” Everyone in the room claps and encourages her, Shawn moving in to smile at her. “Good job, honey.” He says proudly with a huge smile, “You’re so smart.” You lean your forehead against Amelia’s as you rest her on your hip, “That’s right! You’re Amelia and you’re how old?” You ask. “Four!” She says again, holding up three fingers before Shawn brings up another one of her fingers. “Yeah!” You say gently rubbing your nose against hers. Shawn begins waving and saying goodbye to the crowd. You begin waving and get Amelia to copy your movements as you walk out, Shawn following close behind, a hand on your back. You place a kiss on your daughter’s forehead and talk to her quietly. “God, I missed you guys so much.” Shawn says pulling you in for a big hug as soon as your each the hallway. “We missed you too. And this one said she wanted to see her daddy perform for her birthday.” You and Shawn both smile down at her. Shawn leans down and begins peppering kisses all over her face as she giggles. You move Amelia up on your higher on your hip as you look at her. “Do you want to show daddy what else you learned?” You ask her and she nods. “What else did you learn, little princess? Show daddy.” Shawn says, running his fingers through her hair. You point to Shawn’s shirt, “What color is Daddy’s shirt?” She looks at it for a moment before answering, “White!” You and Shawn praise her before you ask her the color of your shirt. “Blue!” “Very good, Amelia!” You say with a smile. You point to her shirt, asking her the color. “Purple!” She answers, praise from you and Shawn following. You point to your stomach, “What’s in here?” “Food?” She asks. You shake your head and glance at Shawn. He has his brows furrowed and you can tell he’s about to catch. “What’s in here, Amelia? What’s in mommy’s tummy?” You ask again. “Baby!” She answers after watching you make the ‘b’ sound with your mouth. “What?” You hear Shawn ask. You look at him and see he has a smile on his face as he looks at you. “Are you really?” He asks, his eyes starting to water. “Yeah, I am.” You smile. Shawn pulls you close, giving you a kiss before leaning his forehead against yours, continuing to leave kisses on your nose and lips. “Amelia, you’re going to be a big sister.” Shawn says, his smile never faltering. “I think it’s funny how I got pregnant so close to you leaving. I’m ten weeks and we haven’t seen you in two months.” You say, running your fingers through Shawn’s hair. “Well, we had plenty of chances while I was still home.” He grins. You shake your head, a small laugh escaping your lips, “Shawn!” “So, you’re ten weeks, eh?” Shawn asks, running a hand over your stomach. “Yup. I found out about three weeks ago. I felt bad for not telling you, but I wanted to tell you in person.” “I don’t even care that you waited so long. I’m just excited to have another baby.” He grinned. “I can tell.” You smile. “This is everything I’ve ever wanted. A solid music career, a beautiful, funny, caring, amazing wife, and kids. My own little family. I’m so grateful and lucky that you’re the one giving it to me.” He smiled, kissing you. “I love you, Shawn.” “I love you, too. And I also love you,” he pauses to give Amelia a kiss, “and you.” He bends down to kiss your unnoticeable bump. You couldn’t help but get a warm feeling in your heart. Seeing Shawn so happy and having such a wonderful family was everything you could’ve hoped for. You know this is exactly where you want to be. With Shawn and your children. Happy, safe, and healthy.

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[creativitytoexplore]

The White Cadillac by Robert Funderburk https://ift.tt/3dQoXIK In god-fearing Louisiana, on the west bank of the Mississippi, fourteen-year-old Chris faces a tragedy and finds a true friend; by Robert Funderburk.

I grew up in Algiers, on the 'Point,' and when I played on the grassy slopes of the levee as a child, I would look across a half mile of rolling muddy water to the twin spires of the oldest cathedral in the country. To the left was the six-storied bulk of the Jackson Brewing Company, makers of Jax Beer. Both buildings were purposed as escape routes from the drudgery of the world. They were separated by: Jackson Square, with its piked iron fence and artists and entertainers and tourists; the horse-drawn carriages that clattered along St. Peter Street; and the bright endless span of eternity. My first memories were of the smell of sweat and grease and Dixie beer, and my dad's calloused hands, as he held me in the garden behind our house. By the time I was five or six, my mother would send me around the corner to CJ's bar to get my dad's daily beer. It was never kept in the house, and I never saw him have more than one. The three of us would sit on the brick patio with palm fronds rattling against the stone wall in the breeze off the gulf. The smell of jasmine and gardenia and my mother's roses would move in slow waves on the textured air of evening. I suppose our talk ran to the small, unremarkable events of the day. That part is gone. What remains is the quiet joy we shared at the end of each day and the light in the eyes of my mother and dad when they looked at each other. At these times, I felt that nothing of the outside world could ever separate or harm us.

Father Nick stood at the microphone on the stage in his black suit and unpolished combat boots. He is five-five and wiry, one hundred forty pounds of strength and balance. His hair is also wiry, and it is dark and wild, like his eyes. He was closing. "I announced Your justice in the vast assembly; I did not restrain my lips as You, O Lord, know. Your justice I kept... Alleluia." He stood relaxed and smiling and watched us. "Rise, children," Sister Theresa said, lifting her arms in front of her, palms upward, "and make your way quietly to your classes." It was eight-thirty, and the morning assembly was over. We had been cautioned against the temptations of the flesh; exampled by the life of one of the saints (I could see an endless file of them stretching back through the centuries, in haloed postures of prayer, shunning even the bodily functions) and admonished to be proper little Josephs and Marys. We would then make our scuffling, bumping, murmuring ways out of the auditorium to the classrooms. The lockers were in the hallway just outside, girls on one side, boys on the other. I felt a delicate touch on my left arm and turned to see her, arms laden with books, making even the navy skirt and white blouse look regal. The blonde hair was long and as straight as an Indian's, and her eyes were big and dark and somehow out of place in the bright face. "Thanks for the cinnamon roll," she said, "I didn't get a chance to eat breakfast this morning." I looked from the eyes to her Cupid's bow mouth and felt my throat constrict and my knees going soft. I took a breath, folded my arms across my chest and leaned back against the locker, trying to look disinterested. "Anytime. We always go there before school. The apple fritters are my favorite." Apple fritters. That's impressive, Chris. She'll swoon any second now. "Maybe I'll try one. Would you mind if I met you there tomorrow?" That moment is as clear to me now as the day it happened: at Holy Name of Mary in that crowded, noisy hallway, with a million dust particles dancing in the brilliant light streaming through the transom, and Becky's smile and the sweet feeling inside my chest that made me think life was too good to be true.

It was a ten-minute walk home from school, in the way fourteen-year-old boys walk anywhere. Across from Trupiano's Market and Deli, where my mother bought thin-sliced ham and Italian sausage and their crispy-chewy French bread, I could hear the jukebox through the screen door of CJ's and smell the hamburgers frying on the grill, as I passed the take-out window that opened directly onto the street. I was thinking of Becky and the fragrance of her that morning when she had stepped close and straightened the collar of my shirt, and of seeing her at the bakery across from school the next morning. When I turned the corner onto Pacific, I could see the levee four blocks away, where a nineteen-sixty-five spanking new Mustang was speeding along Patterson Street. The September sun had a July warmth as it struck the left side of my face and glinted off a white Cadillac, almost as long as the front of our house, parked on the street. The left front tire was turned outward and rested on the curb. Behind the steering wheel, a large man with curly black hair smoked a cigarette. A numbness began in the pit of my stomach, and I felt it spread to my chest and arms and legs like thousands of tiny deaths beneath my skin. I sat on the curb with my books on the sidewalk next to me, tapping with a stick on a crushed Coke can that lay between my legs in the gutter. The shadow of a telephone pole fell across me from behind, stretched across the street and up and beyond a house, and when I stood I thought it was my own. The Cadillac man stood next to me. "Who are you?" I asked. "John Gabriel, with the union," he said and put his arm around me. "Your daddy was a friend of mine." He picked up my books. "Let's go in the house. Check on your mother." Inside, the doctor was coming down the hall from my parent's bedroom with sunlight from behind him glancing off the polished wood floor. He sat me down on the sofa, pressing my wrist with two fingers and said, "I've just given your mother a sedative. She'll sleep for awhile. Mr. Gabriel will stay with you until your aunt gets here." He looked at me closely and let go of my wrist. "Is there anything I can do for you now?" "No sir. Thank you." After the doctor left, Mr. Gabriel sat next to me on the sofa. I felt the springs give, then rise under me. "Chris, I want you to call me John. And don't worry, I'm taking care of everything," he said, while unbuttoning his collar and loosening his tie. "You just see to your mother." "Where's my daddy? How come I never saw you on the dock?" John took a pack of Camels from his shirt pocket and a silver lighter from his pants, lit a cigarette and took a long drag on it. He let it out slowly and said, "I spend most of my time traveling or in the office. Worked the docks eight years though." His eyes wandered about the room and rested on a picture of my parents. My dad was wearing his Army dress uniform. "We lost your dad this morning, Chris. These things happen. It can be a dangerous job." His words had little effect on me. The sight of the white Cadillac had taken care of that. "Maybe we should go out back." The smoker rose and walked toward the hallway. On the patio, John settled into a slouch as though his news was a weight pressing him down. I sat in my usual place, although everything about this visit was as far from usual as I could imagine. "We were breaking in a new winchman this morning, and the whip caught your dad in the back." The smoke from his cigarette was lifting in slim strands, disappearing in a slant of sunlight above his hair. "He fell between the dock and the ship. We looked for him until about an hour ago. Then I came to tell your mother." John Gabriel stayed with me four hours that day, until my mother's sister arrived from St Martinville. We sat in the garden, John in my dad's chair, with the first fallen sweet gum leaves rustling on the bricks and the banana trees moving heavily in the slow wind. "Your daddy and me started on the docks the same day, Chris." He coughed and lit a fresh cigarette from the one he had finished smoking. "I couldn't wait till the day I could get away from the bone-grinding work and into that air conditioned office. Your daddy didn't want nothin' at it. Said union politics, or any other kind, would sooner or later ruin a man." That day John showed me another side of my father. The day faded into dusk, and the shadows of the tall, slate-roofed houses lengthened and covered the last scattered pools of sunlight in the garden while the smoker talked. John stood up and walked to the back porch. He picked up one of my dad's scuffed work shoes and looked at it for a long time. "Your dad took care of his men. He never had a silent winch in his crews, so when layoff time came, his men were always the last to go." My mind was drifting back to to those Saturday mornings my dad had to work overtime and let me go to the docks with him. John placed the shoe back as gently as a supplicant at the altar. "I'd see him out there with that freezin' wind blowin' off the water and wonder why he didn't take this job. They offered it to him first." "I don't remember Daddy ever talkin' about you," I said, surprised by the sound of my words. "Noah didn't have much to do with me after I took the union job. I did some things he didn't approve of," John said through a veil of smoke before his face. "He was always loyal to the union though. I never could figure it out." "Anyway, when your daddy made walkin' foreman, which meant he was in charge of work over the whole ship, that was as far as he'd go. All the big shippin' outfits wanted him 'cause he knew the work better'n anybody, and the men would bust a gut for him. But he didn't want no part of bein' a company man." I watched John's face fall into shade as the sun dropped behind a rooftop. He looked directly into my eyes, then over at my dad's shoes on the porch, "The world can't afford to lose a man like Noah Barton."

The conversation hummed and roared around me and people stood and squatted and sat next to me; the flower scented women with soft hands would take mine and speak gently and the low growl of the men would float down on their whiskey-smelling breaths. The words held no meaning, as I sat on the soft flowered chair next to my mother in Mothe's Funeral Home on Valette Street, but the collective warmth and nearness of people inserted itself between me and that protean shape in the dark that waited, that I would face again and again. My mother was drinking coffee from a thin white cup with a silver rim. She sat erect and held the saucer on her lap with her left hand. I thought she looked very pretty with her deep, sad eyes and her skin like pale marble. A tall woman with blue hair and a black mole on her wrinkled neck was talking to her. I looked from my mother to the coffin that was a metallic gray, the color of my father's eyes, draped with an American flag, closed and empty.

In the white glare of the cemetery, people dressed in black, and dark shades of blue and brown and gray, were crowded between the tombs. The priest was reading from a thin black volume. "May the angels take you into paradise; may the martyrs come to welcome you on your way, and lead you into the holy city, Jerusalem." Light glinted from the coffin... empty. My dad swam with the catfish and the giant alligator gar, breathing water. Sleek as a porpoise he glided beneath the keels of the ships in the rich depths of the river, his bright hair nimbused in the dark, like cold white flames about his head. "Let us pray. O God, by Whose mercy rest is given to the souls of the faithful, in Your kindness bless this grave. Entrust it to the care of Your holy angel, and..." I wondered if Becky knew, if she had gone to the bakery the last two mornings looking for me. I wanted to breathe her into me; to feel her warmth and life; to have her reach up and pull away this cold shroud that smothered, that deadened. "May his soul, and the souls of all the faithful, departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace." "Amen," we all said in unison. The priest closed the book, stepped next to my mother and placed his right hand on her shoulder, "You'd best be going on home now, Helen. Get some rest. There's nothing more to do." "I will, Father. Thank you so much. It was a beautiful service." She took my hand, and we walked slowly along behind the last of the people leaving the cemetery. "Honey, I know I'm going to expect a lot of you now that Noah's gone, but I'll try not to interfere in your life. You let me know if I'm too much bother." I think that was the first time I saw her as someone other than my mother, the woman who cooked and washed my clothes and was always there to rub Vicks salve on my chest when I had a cold or bring freshly baked chocolate chip cookies to my room when I just had the blues. She was much more than just my mother. "Don't worry about that, Mama. We're gonna do just fine, and we're gonna have good times again, too." On the way home, my mother sat in the front seat of the car with her sister, Jeannette. The Color Guard at the cemetery had been a surprise for me, then a source of pride. "I'm just beginning to know my daddy," I thought. "I'm just beginning to know." We were passing antebellum and Victorian style houses whose deep red or gray or green roofs were baking in the September heat. They had second-story verandas and widow's walks, white latticework and Greek columns and long porches with marine grey floors, iron fences that were never quite plumb and live oaks whose roots had tilted the sidewalks at odd angles. I always liked to walk the old streets, on sidewalks that were broken and lovely and still held to their purpose.

That autumn seemed more of a long, wandering dream than life. My mother stayed in the house much of the time and seemed to sleep more and more. After school, I would go to the river and walk the levee for miles and the thin white light of summer turned gold as the sun slipped further south. The massive steel pylons that supported the bridge marked the halfway point, and I would sit under them and rest and listen to the roar of traffic high above the lapping of the waves at the river's edge. This side of the Jackson Street Ferry, an abandoned wharf, hidden by willows, reached forty feet out into the river. The boards had turned shades of gray and charcoal and brown, and where nails and bolts had given way, I could look down to the muddy swirling of the current. At its end, the wharf formed a "T" and was covered by a rusted ochre-colored tin roof. There was a crude bench made of two-by-twelves nailed between the roof supports. I would sit there after school and on weekends and look at the skyline of New Orleans beyond the bridge and at the ships from ports all over the world, and directly across to the Robin Street Wharf, where my dad had taken me on those Saturday mornings in another life. I would see myself perched high on a stack of wooden crates or bales of cotton, while he moved among the men seeing to the loading and unloading of ships. That was in the daytime. At night, he would come to me in that murky, watery world, his hair blazing with light and my sorrow dying in the radiance of his smile. I would run toward him, toward the light and the burning away of sorrow, toward my father, who vanished in a bright vapor when I touched him. Each time I would awaken, startled by the pain of his death, with the weight of the night heavy on my chest and the slow, stale blood coursing in my veins.

On my first day back at school, I walked into Susslin's Bakery at seven-thirty. There were a few "Sorry to hears" and "How you doin's" from my friends, but the conversations were strained, and I knew it would take some time before they felt comfortable around me. After a minute or two they drifted off, and I was left at the counter looking at the display case. Mr. Susslin saw me through the swinging doors and walked out from the kitchen. He had skin like kneaded dough and his waistline spoke of years of sampling his products. A white apron covered his tee shirt and baggy khakis and his graying brown hair was as heavy and greasy as his pastries were light and fluffy. "Sorry about your dad, Chris. You doin' okay? You look fine," he said as he put two apple fritters in a bag and drew a cup of coffee from the large silver urn. "Here's what you need, son. Make you feel like a new man." Through the plate glass window, I could see Becky making her way across the street toward the bakery. "Excuse me, Mr. Susslin, I'll be right back." "Sure, Chris. I was young once myself." I met her out front on the sidewalk, took her books and opened the door for her. She glanced at me once, then kept her head turned away. Not another one. Not just a "Sorry, Chris," and back to the company of the fathered masses, the untainted two-parent kids. I put her books on a table next to the window and, as she sat down, returned to the counter. "She's a real pretty girl," Mr. Susslin said, placing a carton of milk and a glass on the counter next to the coffee. "You be nice to her, Chris." I laid two dollars on the counter, but he waved me off and walked back through the swinging doors. Becky poured milk into the glass, while I stirred sugar into my coffee. The morning light made her hair shine like it had been polished, and shadowed the right side of her face. She looked away from the khaki and navy and white clothed throng crossing the streets and milling about on the school ground, and directly into my eyes. "Chris, I'm so sorry about your daddy." (Here it comes, the "I'll be so busy this year. See you around sometime" story.) "I know you'll be busy this year, but maybe we could spend some time together. You know, just the two of us." My heart rolled over in my chest like a playful puppy. "I think that's a great idea, Becky." Who said girls aren't smart?

The great ship plowed by on its way south, underneath the bridge, past the ruins of Fort Jackson and into the Gulf. I could see rust on its booms and stacks and men moving about on deck and "Helene" painted in black on the bow. It was a Saturday afternoon in early October, and Becky sat next to me on my hidden wharf. The morning had been clear and crisp, but the wind shifted and cloud cover had moved slowly in from the southwest like a gray blanket being pulled across the blue dome of the sky. "Is the roast beef po-boy all right?" Becky asked. She was dressed in faded jeans and a white cotton blouse and was leaning back against a post with her bare feet on the rough bench. It could have tasted like ground glass and motor oil and my answer would have been the same. "This is great. Best I ever had." "I just love this place, Chris. It's like nothing can touch us here." She was looking out across the river toward the towering International Trade Mart and the French Quarter beyond. "All those thousands and thousands of people and nobody knows where we are; it's just perfect." A curtain of rain had reached the mouth of the Harvey canal and was sweeping down the river toward us. The first heavy drops dented the river's surface from shore to shore and then it was on us, pounding the tin roof like shrapnel. A cold spray came blowing in, and I took Becky's hand and led her to the lee side of the shed. We sat on the floor, a quilt wrapped about us, and her hair soft against my cheek as she leaned against me. "Well, maybe not quite perfect," I said, "Like right now." "This is even better. I love the rain and the sound on the tin roof." I tucked the quilt behind her back and held it round her with my arm. "You made these last weeks a lot easier for me, Becky. I don't know if I coulda handled it or not." I turned her face slightly with my fingertips and kissed her on the cheek. "I wish I could take the pain away, Chris, but time will heal it. That's what my mother always says." I couldn't imagine a hundred years doing that, but I tried not to think about it. "I guess you're right." Becky sat straight with her ankles crossed, her face to the wind. "Chris, was your daddy saved?" "What's that?" "You know. Was he a Christian?" I felt a little uneasy and didn't want to talk about this, but the concern in Becky's eyes kept me going. "He was brought up Baptist. Mama told me something happened that turned him against the church so he quit goin'. He'd go to Mass with us on Easter and Christmas, but that was about it." The thought hit me as I watched Becky tying a scarf around her hair that was whipping about her face in the wind. "You're not Catholic, are you? No wonder I never saw you at Sunday Mass." "No. I'm Baptist, like your daddy was. My parents don't have much confidence in the public schools. That's why I'm at Holy Name." "I was wondering where you got this saved business from." "It's just trusting Jesus as your Savior, Chris. That's where the word comes from." I looked out over the wind-swept water toward the Robin Street Wharf, a dim outline in the heavy rain. "I was baptized by the priest when I was two weeks old, had my first communion when I was six, and my confirmation in the sixth grade. As far as the church is concerned, I'm okay." "I didn't mean to upset you, Chris," Becky said. She had her arms folded and was shivering slightly. "Just because your daddy didn't go to church doesn't mean he didn't make it to Heaven. I think you should know that." Something I didn't understand had been playing around at the back of my mind, and I decided to let it out. "I could never be upset at you, Becky. You're the best friend I've ever had." I reached for her hand, and she came closer to me under the blanket. Becky sat between my legs and leaned back against my chest with her head resting on my shoulder. My arms around her and her hands on top of mine. "Oh, Chris, I'll love you forever." Somehow, even at fourteen, I knew forevers seldom lasted very long. "Becky, I want to talk to you about something. Something I don't understand." "You can talk to me about anything, Chris. I want us to know everything about each other." "It's about my daddy," I said. A sudden chill hit me that wasn't from the wind, and something dark pressed down on me as if trying to stop me from speaking. "About two weeks before he died, it was Saturday, and I was going to work with him. I got up about five-thirty. Daddy always got up at five o'clock, even on Saturday, and had coffee in the kitchen or sometimes out back if the weather was good." Becky tightened her grip on my hands and snuggled against me. That thing wanted me to be quiet, but I fought against it. "I was walking down the hall and I heard my dad talking softly, almost a whisper. He'd never talked this way to another person, not that I'd heard anyway. He sounded almost like a child, but not a child either; it's hard to explain 'cause my dad was anything but childlike. I stopped and waited until he finished whatever it was he was saying, and then I got this feeling that there was somebody else, no that's not right, some other - presence in the house with us." I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "This is as close as I can come to what went on that morning." Becky turned her head to look at me. "Chris, you're trembling. Are you all right?" "Yeah, sure. A little damp, that's all. Anyway, I went to the kitchen door and saw daddy sitting at the table. His Bible was open and his hands were laying on it and his head was bowed. Becky, do you think this really happened? Maybe I just dreamed it." She squeezed my hands again. "I believe it did, Chris." I don't think I could have continued if Becky hadn't been holding on to me. I don't know why, but it made a difference. "Daddy was just sitting there with a few tears on his face, and then he started to smile, not like something was funny, but like he always did when Mama told him how much she loved him." Remembering his smile that morning, I felt tears welling up inside me, took a deep breath and choked them back. "Then he looked at me, and his face was like I never saw it before, like something you'd see in an old painting, but that's not it either. I just can't explain." Becky was quiet, and there was the sound of rain and the warmth of her hands on mine. "He got up and walked over to me, and he was still smiling and there was - oh, I don't know - a kind of peace about him. Then he put his arms around me and gave me a big hug, he didn't do that much, and I could feel how much he loved me. I don't understand it, but I felt his love all through me. He stood back with his hands on my shoulders and laughed out loud and said, "I feel like celebratin', Chris. Let's take your mama out to Commander's Palace for supper tonight. How'd you like that?" Becky's voice was soft and clear in the sound of the wind and the rain. "Your daddy came back to Jesus, Chris. Something made him run away, but he came back, and that's all that matters." "I'm glad you're here Becky. I'm glad I told you this." We sat and watched the rain on the water until the first glimmering of blue appeared beyond the long curve of the river. I didn't know what had happened to me, but the pain that had ripped at my chest was gone, and there was a lingering sadness that I could bear. Never again would I awaken in the night to that siren call from the river, that sweet and deadly voice that would draw me through the willows onto the wharf, that whispered dive, dive into me, into the bright soft flow of me and swim forever with your father! Becky was warm against me under the blanket, and the sun had broken through and touched the willows. They were bending over the water's edge, their long dripping leaves shot with silver, like women come to the river to wash their hair.

#FICTION on the WEB short stories

[howlingbarnes]

Falling Up - Part Five

Characters - Bucky Barnes X Reader, OFC Tesla Banner, Steve Rogers, Maria Hill, Brief Tony Stark, Mentions of other minor characters

Word Count - 2668

Warnings - Language, Cliffhanger

AU - Prof!Bucky

Song - Falling Up by Mike Dupree ft. Maddi Jane

A/N - Steve explains himself. How does Bucky know where we live? Time to find out. The next part is one of my favorites in the series!!

Falling Up Masterlist

You were startled out of your sleep by the sound of your ringtone cutting through the calm, quiet air in your bedroom. The clock informed you that it was 5:47 am which was the most you could read through one squinted eye.

“Hello?” Your groggy voice croaked into the phone.

“Y/N.” The urgent voice on the other end belonged to your sister. “What's going on? Are you okay? Do you need me to come over?”

“Erm, what? No.” You groaned and sat up in the darkness of your room. “Tesla, I’m fine. Why are you calling me so early? You do know that I go back to work today right?” Your voice came out mildly annoyed as you slid out of your big, comfortable bed and began sleepily making your way to your bathroom with closed eyes.

“Okay, first of all, I’m a mother and we don’t sleep. Second, I’m a wife and Bruce just left for work. Third, I got your text about Clint.” You rested your elbows on your knees as your sister spoke in one run-on sentence during your morning pee. “I knew he had a girlfriend months ago…I know that’s why you stopped talking, but I had no idea that they were still together, living together even. What are you gonna d- are you peeing?” Her curiosity cut her short as the sound of a flush rang through your bathroom.

“Yes, you woke me up, dork. As for Clint…” You sighed, drying off your hands before making your way out of the room and downstairs to your kitchen. “I’m not going to do anything but stay away from him - forever.” Tesla hummed in agreement.

“Pietro! I already said no. Now, go get dressed so I can get Wanda ready for daycare, please.” She sighed and you could almost picture her fingers running through her long hair out of frustration at the seven-year-old. “Okay, so what are you going to do about Steve? Did you ever answer his text?” She asked as her attentions were brought back to the conversation.

“I swear, your ‘mom tourettes’ get worse every day.” You chuckled, pouring yourself a cup of coffee and silently thanking yourself for setting the timer on the pot. “No I didn’t but I guess I’m gonna talk to him today.” You groaned and sipped your liquid energy. “I can’t avoid him forever, I work for him. Plus, maybe he’ll leave me alone if I do.”

“I hear ya, sis. Well, just call me if you need anyth- Pietro! No, you’re not taking that to school, put it back! Do I need to call daddy?” She hollered, causing you to move the phone away from your ear. “Sorry, Y/N. I gotta go, have a good day at work. I’ll talk to you later.” You laughed and agreed before hanging up and continuing your morning routine.

It was strange being back in your office after a two-week vacation. You felt like you had to lie to each person that asked you how it went or if you enjoyed it. After so long, it was like the place you practically lived at for the past eight months was new and uncomfortable. You sat down and picked up on the work that had been left by your assistant in your absence. You spent the remainder of the morning going over a case after case. It wasn’t long before you got back into your normal groove. You’d gotten so deep into your work that you didn’t even realize that it was time to take a lunch break at least not until your assistant was at your door.

“Miss Y/L/N?” She knocked as she spoke.

“Yes, Maria?” You called back to her without looking up at her.

“Mr. Rogers wants to see you in his office.” Her tone was just on the borderline of informative and curious.

Your fingers froze and you looked at her over your computer screen. You never really took the time to look at Maria before; she was beautiful. Though you could tell that she was older than you, she still looked young. Her brown hair was pulled back into a bun that showed off her face and looked cute along with the black framed glasses that sat on the edge of her nose. You wondered why in all the years she’d worked there that she chose to remain an assistant. Pushing these thoughts to the back of your mind, you smiled.

“Thank you, Maria.” You responded and waited for her to walk away before releasing the tense breath you had been holding. On the way to Steve’s office, you felt a wave of heat wash over your body though you kept repeating to yourself that everything was fine.

“Thanks, Tony.” The sound of Steve’s muffled voice traveled through the large wooden door, making you stop dead in your tracks.

“No problem, tell your parents I said hello,” a slightly older gentleman replied.

You’d never met Anthony Stark before but the air of intimidation that radiated off of him reached you through the big slab of oak between the two of you. You were almost afraid to move for fear of being accused of eavesdropping so you stood where you were and waited for your turn to go inside.

“I will. Hug Pepper and Peter for me.” Steve said and you could hear the knob on the door turn. There he was, the co-owner of your company. Though he was intimidating, there was something soft about him. He nodded hello as he walked by and his lips curled into a smile that you returned. The smell of a strong cologne trailed behind him as he made his way down the hall. Once he was out of sight, you quickly composed yourself and made your way to the door. You knocked firmly and waited.

“Come in.” Steve’s voice was stern and serious, contrasting the tone he carried with Mr. Stark just moments before. You pulled the door open and stepped into the large office. Steve sat behind an oversized, mahogany desk.  He worked his expensive fountain pen between his fingers as he read. Finally, after signing the paper, his blue eyes took in the figure standing by the seat facing his desk.

“Y/N.” Steve sounded almost surprised to see you. He sat up straight and moved his paperwork to the side. “Have a seat, please.” It was a professional sounding sentence, yet his tone was that of someone talking to a friend. You sat down in the large armchair wondering if everything in the room had to be as big as he was.

“You requested a meeting, Mr. Rogers?” You said almost bitterly. Steve continued as if he hadn’t noticed. Nodding his head slightly, he looked around the office awkwardly.

“I haven’t gotten a chance to really talk to you since the last time you were here.” He paused, trying to gauge your reaction. Once he realized you didn’t have one, he began to speak again. “I wanted to apologize to you. I’m sure you have some questions, and I - I want to answer them.” You couldn’t help the sarcastic chuckle that vibrated your throat.

“Alright, Steve.” You leaned forward and looked into his eyes. “Are you married or not because you were wearing a ring, I know you were, and suddenly now you aren’t.” Both you and Steve were surprised at your sudden confidence.

“No.” he sighed, “Well, yes. Tech-Technically, I am,” he stuttered. You were being thrown for a loop, you’d never seen Steve get flustered before yet there he was with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead and rosy cheeks.

You crossed your arms and raised a brow. “Well we’re off to a great start aren’t we?” You muttered, making him lower his eyes.

“We’re separated, okay?” His tone was serious and heavy. “Peggy and I have been at emotional odds for nearly a year now. She’s still my wife, I still really care about her so I wear my ring. I don’t think about it, it’s just first nature after nine years.”

Steve looked up at you again, his eyes pleading for some understanding. As much as you wanted to stay mad, you weren’t sure you could. At this point, you weren’t sure what to feel. You liked Steve, sure, but there was a history between husband and wife that you wanted nothing to do with. Steve’s marriage was something you simply didn’t want to be caught in the middle of; mistress just wasn’t in your job description.

“Y/N, I ju-“ You put up your hands and closed your eyes briefly, cutting him off.

“Steve, I’ve heard enough.” It was your turn to sound serious. “I think you really need to figure out things with your wife, what was her name?” You paused, waiting for an answer.

“Peggy.” He barely choked out the name before his thumb reached to touch the metal circle that wasn’t on his ring finger.

“Peggy.” You repeated with a sharp nod. “Yeah, get your shit together before bringing anyone else into the equation.” You spoke clearly and calmly but your heart was pounding in your ears. You wanted to forgive Steve, you wanted to apologize for overreacting and to give him a chance. From what you knew, he was a good man and he obviously had a big heart but for something like this, you had to go against your own selfish wants. Steve said nothing, his eyes stayed fixed on his fingers that were laced together on his desk. You stood and began making your way for the door.

“Y/N,” Steve called from behind you yet his body remained unmoved. “I also wanted to offer you the promotion. I do hope that you accept it despite this mess, you genuinely deserve it.” You closed your eyes as your hand rested on the doorknob.

“Thank you, Mr. Rogers.” You breathed out before opening it and stepping out.

On the way back to your office, you felt a tightness around your heart. You felt like an asshole for rejecting Steve the way you had and even worse that he promoted you right after. You freaked out on him and painted him as a monster just to find out that he’s going through a difficult time. You felt horrible. Upon approaching your office, Maria stopped you just before you could open your door.

“I have a,” She squinted at the small note in her hand, “Clint Barton on line one.” You sighed heavily, the last thing you were in the mood for was Clint.

“Thank you, Maria.” You huffed as she offered a tight smile. You sat in your big leather chair and picked up the phone. Your head rested in the palm of your hand and you squeezed your eyes shut as a migraine teased at you.

“What do you want?” You asked bluntly.

“I...just wanted to see if you were free for lunch?” Clint answered, sounding wounded.

“No. Don’t call me again.” With that, you hung up and went back to your work.

You spent the rest of your work day the same way you had started it; going over cases, typing and putting on a fake smile for the people stopping by your office uninvited to give you their congratulations. The day was consistent except for the lingering unhappiness you felt. You couldn’t wait to get out of there, away from Steve and away from the back to back calls from Clint who didn’t seem to take a fucking hint.

As soon as your twelve-hour mark hit at 9 pm, you were out the door. You said goodnight to anyone that said it to you and set out for the garage. You couldn’t have thanked yourself for driving the car your father had given you instead of your hybrid; this beast was much faster. You climbed into the sleek car and set out for your destination.

Hours later, you found yourself staring at your phone. The music in the small space was blaring, the air was smoky and everything was blurry. Surprisingly enough, you were able to call the person your drunk mind was searching for in your contacts. Without any regard for what time it was, you hit the green call button on your screen. The line rang three times before it was answered.

“Hello?” a raspy, groggy voice came through to your ear.

“Hey!” You excitedly squealed at the sound of the voice. “Can you come help me find my keys?” You slurred.

“I know I told you to call me but, Y/N, it’s 3 am. Are you okay? You sound drunk.” You giggled and shushed the voice as you stumbled out of the bar. You were under the impression that the Earth was moving you toward your car.

“I’m not drunk! I’m just drunk. Come on an’ help meowt.” After a painful seventeen minutes of trying to figure out how to explain where you were, you hung up. You laid across the hood of your car and decided it was a good place to hope that everything would stop spinning. The metal cooled your face and chest, a content sigh left your lips and your eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment until you felt a pair of hands gripping your hips.

“You got three seconds before I turn ‘round an’ kick yer ass.” You warned the unknown bearer of the set of frisky hands. You stumbled backward into a thick, muscular chest as they pulled your body back and off the car.

“Whoa. Easy, tiger.” You turned around and was instantly greeted by the shine of those, now familiar, icy blue eyes you’d grown fond of. “Remind me not to piss you off.” He smirked while assessing your balance capabilities. You gripped his broad shoulders and blinked until you were seeing just one of him.

“Bucky!” You were downright giddy to see the professor. “I found my keys.” You informed him, pulling your keys from your pocket where they had always been. Bucky drew his bottom lip into his mouth and nodded.

“Alright.” He shook his head before his eyes roamed the bar’s parking lot. “Now to find your car, I took a cab so now we’re both kinda stuck.” Your laugh echoed throughout the crisp night air.

“This is my car, Bucky.” You gestured at the monster before you, and Bucky’s brows.

“This...what is this a ‘69 Charger, is your car?” He asked in disbelief. “Are you sure?”

“Uh huh, s’ma baby.” You beamed, gesturing at the beautiful black car. Bucky shrugged and smiled when your keys fell into his open hand.

“Alright. Get in, I’ll take you home.” He guided you to the passenger door and opened it for you.

“How?” You paused to gather yourself as the world began moving once again, “How do you know where I live?” The question came out before you even had a chance to think about it. Bucky helped you into the car and rubbed the back of his neck.

“You uh, you went to NYU Law…I work at NYU. Student records are easy to get to.” He admitted, mainly because he was sure you wouldn’t remember his confession the next day.

“Ahh, sneaky sneaky, Professor Barnes.” You giggled, pulling your legs into the car. “I don’t want to go home, there are too many stairs.” You pouted as he leaned over your lap, buckling your seatbelt before closing your door and climbing into the driver’s seat. The car came to life with a roar, the sound of soft music coming through the radio making Bucky smile in the dark.

“Oh? Where do you want to go, doll?” He asked, amused at how different your drunken personality was from how you normally behaved.

“Does your place have stairs?” You asked quietly, looking over at him with glossy eyes.

“No,” he replied with a raised brow, “It doesn’t.”

“Take me there, Bucky.”

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For The (Not)Watch: Episode 7.4

The Reason HBO Can’t Afford Direwolves Anymore

So this week wasn’t quite AS boring as last week, but that’s not saying much. I almost had an emotion or two. ALMOST...

We open on something other than Dragonstone for a change -- in the Reach(?) and on the Westerosi Wells Fargo Wagon, which Jaime is once-overing, while Bronn hangs out in the background demanding Jaime give him Highgarden, but Biggie Lannister is like “nah, mo’ money, mo’ problems!” Bronn’s not buying that line, though, and feels he should be on the list of debts the Lannisters pay off. He also makes some snarky remarks about Cersei which are actually 100% accurate but of course Jaime, like GoT watchers, is blissfully blind to the truth. Jaime then sends Bronn with the Tarlys to go shake-down local farmers for their sweet, sweet grains.

Then we head over to King’s Landing, where Tycho is hella impressed that Pinhead Cersei will be able to pay off her debts in one lump sum but is kinda bummed to be losing out on that tasty monthly APR. Cersei hints that Qyburn is in negotiations with the Golden Company to join her cause and Tycho vouches for them... but reminds Cersei that the Iron Bank ain’t doing shit until Jaime makes that big deposit.

Next we hit up Winterfell, AND WHO THE HELL LEFT THE KIDS ALONE WITH LITTLEFINGER?? Somehow that snake slithered his way into Bran’s chambers and is attempting some kinda cringeworthy heart-to-heart... Seriously I half-expected him to tell Bran “I’M YOUR DADDY NOW.” Instead he decides to give Bran a gift -- the Valyrian steel dagger that was used to try to murder him in Season 1. Bran’s like... “Thanks?” (But really, isn’t this kinda payback for last week when he threw Sandra’s wedding night back in her face?) LF starts monologuing about Catelyn, and Bran asks if LF knows who the dagger belonged to (I’m guessing just to test LF, because obviously Miss Cleo is gonna know exactly who it belonged to... right??), and of course LF is like “No idea!” Then he randomly mentions the word “chaos” and Bran’s creep-dar goes off, and he interrupts him by saying “CHAOS IS A LADDAH.” Yes, folks, Bran threw LF’s dumbest catchphrase back in his face and it was played off like a genuinely weighty moment and not something that required a laugh track in the background. LF has barely time to react before Meera comes in. LF leaves, and Meera makes the sad announcement that she has to leave to be with her family, and Bran’s just like “Cool, bye then.” And Meera’s like... “bitch that all you have to say to me????” And Bran’s just like “uhhhh thank you for your service?” Meera then be thinking hmmm maybe this is just like a teen comedy and he’ll come wheelin’ after me at the airport at the last minute to profess his love for me? But nah, Bran’s straight-up fixing to ghost her ass, smh. She’s like “my brother, your wolf, and Hodor all died for you, Bran!!” But he’s like

And because D&D would rather leave significant character development off-screen, they have Meera assure us that Bran “died in that cave.” Cool, thanks, good to know!

Meera leaves, and then Bran hears the familiar strings of the Stark Theme, and he knows that Arya is near! Yes, Arya has finally found her way back to Winterfell. She strolls up to the front gates and is immediately given a hard time by the guards in a blatant repeat of the same scene from Season 1 (not the first or last time we will be seeing rip-offs from the first couple of seasons just in this episode alone). One of the guards even tries to PUNCH her (???) before agreeing to left her in but telling her wait while they decide what to tell Sansa. And since WF is being guarded by 2 of the 3 Stooges, Arya is able to just wander off without them noticing.

The guards then enter what appears to be the Bat Cave where Sandra is hiding out and has pretty much no visible reaction to hearing that Arya is in the house. Which is funny because Arya implied to the guards that Sandra would have their asses if she found out they’d turned her sister away. Instead, she just kinda looks bored and is like, “whatever, I know where she is...”

We then go down to the crypts for one of the most-anticipated reunions in ASOIAF-dom!!! Buuuut this is GoT, so it’s all very awkward and forced. Like, seriously, Arya, you’re not fooling anyone...

Sandra runs up to hug her, but just like with Small Wonder Bran, Arya-Bot 1000 barely registers an emotion or even bothers to hug her back. WTF, people???

They briefly have a moment in front of Ned’s statue, which was kinda nice. I mean, they didn’t even call him stupid or anything!! The lowest of low-hanging fruit, but I’ll take it at this point... Then Arya says it doesn’t look enough like Ned and that it should have been carved by someone who knew his face, but Sandra says that everyone who knew his face is dead. Ummmm? Sandra, Arya, Bran, Jon, Cersei, Varys, Sandor, Jaime, Littlefinger, Beric, Thoros... that’s almost a dozen people right there who are still alive that knew what Ned looked like (though I can’t vouch for their stone-carving skills...). Then, as usual, the moment is completely trampled on when the two sisters bond over how they both wished they had killed Joffrey themselves HAHAHAHAHA so sweet. Then Arya tells Sandra about her List, and Sandra’s just like

They make vague allusions to all the things they’ve been through since their separation. They then venture the godswood to say howdy to Bran, who is a party-pooper as usual, calling out Arya on her plan to go to KL to kill Cersei. Sandra asks Arya who else is on her list... SO MANY OPPORTUNITIES TO BRING UP SANDOR BUT NOOOOOPE CAN’T HAVE ANY DISCUSSION ABOUT THE HOUND WITH OR IN FRONT OF SANDRA EVEN IF IT’S ARYA DOING THE DISCUSSIN’ so she’s just like “eh most of them are already dead.” Then out of nowhere Bran’s just like “check out this new toy Littlefinger gave me” and Sandra’s like “WHY IS LITTLEFINGER GIVING YOU WEAPONS” Bran’s like “doesn’t matter, don’t want it anyway” and gives it to Arya.

The three Starks then make their way back into the the yard, where Brienne and Pod see them, and Pod says, “Good job, m’lady!” and she responds pretty much the same way I did -- “I didn’t do shit.”

Then we hit up Dragonstone, where the Jonerys train is being happily conducted by Missandei and Davos. Both give their respective masters a forced series of “nudge-nudge-wink-wink” moments with regards to the other, so as to to remind the viewers that THIS IS TOTALLY A THING, YOU GUYS. Dany and Missy are taking a stroll, and when they see Jon, they exchange a look like two freshmen girls who have just been acknowledged by the varsity QB on the quad. It’s quite pitiful.

Anyway, Jon takes Dany into one of the dragonglass caves to show her something. Sadly, he keeps his pants on and instead ducks into a tunnel which opens up into another cave with a bunch of primitive drawings on the walls. Indiana Snow then schools Dany on how they were drawn by the Children of the Forest and depict their encounters with both the First Men and the white walkers.

P.S. the CoF totally phoned it in on the FM but got all HR Giger when it came to the WWs.

And even though Jon could have drawn those pictures himself and made up literally everything he said for all Dany knew, she considers this definitive proof of his claims and immediately agrees to help him... if he bends the knee. There’s a lot of whisper-talking and long-held gazes, which I think was supposed to be “sexual tension”.

They exit the cave with their chaperones, where they find Tyrion and Varys waiting for them, looking rather glum. Tyrion drops the bad news that although they took Casterly Rock, the Lannister forces took Highgarden and all the spoils. Tyrion tries to rally, but Dany reams him out for fucking up and suggests he did it on purpose cuz he’s really still loyal to the Lannisters (OH DUHHHHH). She then declares “enough with the clever plans” and decides instead to stick to more stupid ones I guess. To that end, she asks Jon what she should do.

Your QUEEN, ladies and gents. Has no idea what she’s doing and constantly has to ask the (much smarter) men around her to tell her what to do. But the mere fact that she is “in charge” is I guess enough for most people to declare this “feminist”. Sure, okay.

Anyway, Jon tells her that if she uses her dragons to annihilate everyone, she’s just “more of the same” and isn’t giving her followers anything better to hope for. Which is a fair enough assessment but we all know it’s being used to highlight Jon’s “dumb” honor and compassion because DRAGONS SO EPICCCCCC!!!

Back at Winterfell, Brienne is again cleaning Pod’s clock (remember when this kid killed a Kingsguard in the middle of the Battle of the Blackwater? D&D don’t either I guess), but then Arya rolls up on her with Needle and says she wants to throw down with the person who beat the Hound. Brienne’s like “haha cute” but then Arya pulls out all the water-dancing nonsense and completely flummoxes Brienne.

So, for those doing the math:

Brienne beat The Hound; Arya beat Brienne; ergo, ARYA CAN BEAT THE HOUND.

I really wanted to enjoy this scene, but I couldn’t forget that the last time we saw Arya actually spar with anyone was in Season 1 with Syrio. Now all of a sudden she’s the most formidable warrior in the Seven Kingdoms. 

Any-freaking-way, Sandra appears on her perch again (with LF not far behind, of course), and at first she seems pretty impressed with Arya’s skillz, but when it’s over, she just, like, storms off in a huff? Why??

She leaves LF to have a weird stare-down with Arya.

Back on Dragonstone, it’s now Davos’s turn to tease Jon about Dany, implying that Jon was staring at her rack apparently?? Jon’s like “ain’t nobody got time for that” but luckily they run into Missandei where Davos can continue on that train of thought. They then have a conversation about how bastard names work on Westeros (in Season 7?????) and Missandei declares that marriage isn’t a thing in Naath, and Dirty Ol’ Man Davos is like HAHAHAHA not where I come from either, wanna go grab a drink later?? Jon and Davos then start questioning why Missandei is so loyal to Dany, and Missandei begins to talk about Dany like Squeaky Fromme talking about Charles Manson.

^^ waiting for this dialogue to pop out of Dany’s mouth at some point this season...

Davos is basically like SORRY I ASKED. Just then, they’re interrupted by a dingy being pulled up on shore (somehow they didn’t notice this until the were RIGHT on the beach) containing Theon and the straggler Ironborn. Theon sees Jon and is like like “hey sup” and Jon’s all YOUSONOFABITCH!!! but stops just short of roughing him up because of what he did for Sandra. He then tells him that Euron has his sister and he needs Dany’s help to get her back, but Jon says she’s not home right now...

Where could she beeeeeee?? Welp, we hop back over the the Lannister wagon train, which, again, Jaime and Bronn are just sitting and watching. Apparently they are much closer the the Crownlands (or in the Crownlands?) than they had been at the beginning of the episode... They then decide to have some not-so-subtle small talk with Dickon Tarly, whom Jaime again calls Rickon, about how he fought pretty decently at Highharden but how he has yet to be really tested. THEN GUESS WHAT HAPPENS, GUYS??? The show is interrupted by a screening of Dances with Wolves--no, wait, that’s just the Dothraki streaming over the hill to fuck shit up... along with Dany riding Drogon.

COMMENCE BATTLE #371 TO DISTRACT THE VIEWERS FROM THE SHITTY WRITING!!!

Yes, it’s all very exciting and well-executed, if you ignore:

The Dothraki would have had to circumvent KL somehow to get there.

They couldn’t have gone by ship because Euron destroyed Dany’s fleet.

Horse-Surfing™

The scene was 90% about Bronn?? For some reason??

Dany, who not 10 minutes ago was complaining about not being able to feed her army, proceeds to destroy all the gold and grain the Lannisters were hauling.

Gratuitous horse violence because “edgy” I guess

WHY/HOW IS TYRION THERE?

So the big climax comes when Bronn gets promoted from Bronn of the Blackwater to Bronn of the Big-Ass Crossbow. Yes, in yet another ham-fisted callback to an early season, Bronn figures out how to use the giant ballista and fires an arrow straight into Drogon’s shoulder, forcing Dany to land. While she’s down, Tyrion is standing off to the side and spots Jaime on the battlefield and is mumbling for him to get the fuck out of there. But this is Jaime Fookin’ Lannister, he doesn’t run away from anything, especially his toxic co-dependent relationship with his twin sister!! So he grabs a spear and begins to charge toward Dany like he at the Hand’s Tourney (except we never actually saw him joust at the Hand’s Tourney, so once again, emotional impact of this moment is M.I.A.). Just as he’s about to strike, Drogon turns and is about to make him dragon kibble when he is rescued at the last second by, presumably, Bronn, and is swept away beneath an extremely deep puddle that just happened to be nearby. The End.

I know there are a lot of show-critics today who are super hyped about this battle (which is apparently a “reference” to the Field of Fire, ugh), but guys... sorry, no. I am way past the point where a showy battle scene is going to make up for all the nonsense that came before it. They’ve tried this trick already -- it was called “Hardhome”. It didn’t work on me then, and it won’t work on me now. I would have rather seen a more meaningful reunion between the Stark sisters than another expensive spectacle. If this is why the direwolves have disappeared, then sorry, I don’t consider it a fair trade-off.

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